August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Fourteen
The Way of the Moone

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Rural happenings part II
	With Mel’s diner closing at 10PM, Alice made her way home with thoughts solely of bed.  She had missed Vera’s announcement of her seeing a flying saucer; she had been on an errand for her Boss (Mel) and though he had paid her for the gas she used in her own car, it did little in the non-economy late model station wagon that had seen way too many miles.  But with the errands done she tooled home.
	Pulling up to the designated spot designated for Alice’s car she paused, yawned, and desired her bed in a big way.  The drapes and curtains were drawn at her 800 sq. ft. house-like apartment.  It was small but it worked (and was cheap.)  
	Just inside the small apartment all lights were off; except the one on in the kitchen—a nite light to illuminate the way to the ever popular refrigerator.  Some dishes were on the small dinette table, some dishes still in the sink, too.  Son Tommy was falling behind on his chores.
	But then again, teenage son Tommy was busy doing something else in lieu of doing small household chores.  The apartment was a 2-bedroom, 1 bath abode was small as previously stated and therefore—sound carried.	
	Even before encroaching down the short hallway Alice could hear the telltale sounds of someone “gettin’ some.”  Tommy was fifteen, she knew that when SHE was fifteen she had already “gotten some” but that was her.  Sighing she moved slowly so as not to make noise.  She and Tommy had only been in residence less than a week and he was already getting laid?
	Sure she knew he jerked off, that was a commonality (especially for a boy.)   Being close, Mother and Son saw one another “ah natural” occasionally, it was bound to happen and no big deal—they gave each other respect and modesty reigned supreme.  But still…
	Alice had found a pair of her panties, and someone else’s, in Tommy’s bedroom shortly before they left Jersey on their wayward trek and it made her curious.  What did a boy do with panties?  She didn’t really know—and didn’t really WANT to know…

	Tommy’s bedroom door was open—he wasn’t masturbating ‘cause there was a girl’s voice involved.  Alice knew that she should probably just go into her room and go to bed; but curiosity put her to peeking.  She saw Tommy “on his back” with his girl(friend) on top!  She was in a Frog Position fully taking Tommy’s dick into her sex; Tommy’s hands were clamped tightly onto the girl’s ass.  They were naked and seriously into the groove of their teenage shenanigans.
	Alice slipped into her room, stripped to the skin and fell exhaustedly onto her bed.  Casually she rubbed/caressed her ass, then found her other hand underneath her fingering herself.
	She thought of her handsome son, then her husband, then hubby’s friend, Earl who had tried to move in on her but Alice was still in the throws of grieving and rebuked him.
	Son?
	She thought of her son?
	That was shocking—she never (ever) thought of her son in a sexual manner.  She just couldn’t and knew that she shouldn’t.  Tommy was her son, she adored him—but not in a sexual way.
	But then again…
	The image of Tommy naked laying out on his bed getting laid by his girlfriend—the image filled her mind.  The acquisition of a “girlfriend” had happened fairly quickly, too.  Tommy had a knack, though; he was friendly and easily made friends.  Girls especially.  In Jersey he was always bringing home a “girl” instead of a guy friend from school—since kindergarten!
	The image of Tommy, naked, and his penis slamming up into the girl’s nakedness filled Alice’s mind and thoughts.  The image of Tommy naked and his penis thrusting hard into the girl’s pussy put Alice into a deed of self pleasuring…
	But who was she thinking of?
	Surely Tommy (although she shouldn’t.)  Surely.

*

Zantor the Magnificent
	She awoke with a startle—which was easy ‘cause Vera Marie Gormon statled easily (even her own farting startled her!)  The startle had merely awakened her from a state of—of—of something.  Delirium?  After somewhat getting a grip of herself she became startled once more.
	Reason?

	Vera blinked her eyes of brown, then squeezed them tight in some hopes that it was a dream.  Then again, she had always sort of wanted to be swept up into the hysteria of “alien” abductions.  Just seeing a true living alien was one thing—being immersed in an alien environment was something else all together.
	There were some blinking lights.
	A bit of air movement.
	A hum of indeterminate origin. 
	And Vera Marie Gormon was naked on an exam table!
	Her last memories had her being on the lone desert highway making a U-turn.  Where she was now she had no idea—well, a small idea.
	“Oh my gosh!” she exclaimed to herself aloud, “I’m inside an alien spacecraft!”  She was kinda of elated—but fairly concerned, too.  She was naked for one.  
	The room she was in was of a curious silver/gray color.  Where the light was coming from she had no idea.  The room, too, was small.
	“Where are my clothes?” she wondered as she slipped herself off of the table.  Unlike proverbial doctors’ offices that were cold—Vera’s room was cozy warm.  There were no sign of her clothing and though there were no windows (or even doors) or mirrors, Vera felt embarrassed about her nudity and covered herself.
	There seemed to be no doors, or windows, but Vera looked for one anways calling out and occasional “Hello?” Suddenly a window did appear, a small window revealing an alien head.  
	An alien head.
	It was green, with black spots; smooth skin texture, about five foot tall with an ENORMOUS bulbous head similar to a standard light bulb.  There seemed to be no nose (or nostrils) but there was a mouth—it was very-very small (with no lips.)
	Vera was startled (again) and jumped back.  The alien made some sort of high pitched squeak and jumped back, too.  The window closed; there was no seam indicating where the window had been.
	In a panic, naked Vera ran nearly amok about the small room trying to find a door.  There were no doors (that she could find) but there were other windows that opened revealing an alien.  The same alien?
	Then a door opened.
	Actually—it just “appeared” being just a couple of inches higher than the green-splotchy alien who waltzed thru.  Small nimble limbs, two arms and two legs.  It seemed not NOT to be wearing any clothes (and therefore was nude.)  

	A string of nonsensical words spilled out of the creature’s small mouth orifice.  
	“I’m sorry,” said the nude as well Vera, “I don’t understand.”  Her “fear” had dimmed some—she was mostly just offended and embarrassed due to her nakedness.
	The alien pause and seemed “seemed” to be thinking—it was the classic “I’m thinking” look on his huge bulbous head.  His eyes freaked Vera out as there were not one—not two—but three “eyelids” that blinked in secession in different directions!
	“My name’s Vera Gormon,” Vera said pleasantly in greeting (shielding her nakedivity) “do YOU have a name?”
	The alien creature continued to have a pondering look about him (or her) then stuck a long finger in it’s ear; the other limb stuck out and stuck an extended finger into Vera’s ear.
	A myriad of blurring images suddenly filled Vera’s mind—none of which she could rightly make sense of (not too mention the fact that the images came too fastly.)  
	Then suddenly, the images stopped.
	Then there was darkness.
	“I am Zontar.” a voice said.
	The voice was still high, but not as high.  It was a direct voice, almost warbly.  Vera giggled a little as it reminded her of the voices of the character of the Wizard of Oz Munchkins!  
	“My name’s Vera.” Vera said declaring.
	“Yes, I know.” said Zontar.
	“Oh.” Vera said a little shocked, but then realized the little alien had obviously learned all about her with his finger in her ear.
	“Well, what do you want of me?”
	Zontar removed his finger from Vera’s ear, cocked his head saying,
	“You will not be harmed Vera Marie Gormon.”
	“Well, that’s good to know.” 
	“You will follow me, please.” Zontar said turning and making way to a wall that “suddenly” revealed a seamless door.  Vera followed and was shocked when she found at least two dozen aliens in a wide circular hallway.  Two dozen aliens who all looked exactly like Zontar!
	“Oh my gosh.” Vera exclaimed.  The only way she could tell Zontar from the other “Zontars” was by his fingering for her to follow.  Vera felt more embarrassed about being so naked and vulnerable she made her way thru the throng of five foot green splotchy naked creatures.
	
	After the throng passage there was a wall where Zantor was waiting.  Pressing his hand to the wall a portion of it disappeared revealing a door—just the dimensions for him to pass thru.  Vera had to stoop WAY over to make her way thru.
	Beyond the door—which resumed to a solid wall was a room.
	The entirety of the walls, floor, ceiling was of a strange metallic texture being of an odd shade of green.  A light dark green if that was possible.  Zantor went on to another room; inside was something very startling for Vera—a bedroom.  A bedroom not unlike her own bedroom.  There was her big full sized bed, tables with lamps, her grandmother’s dresser, the mirror, everything.  It was her bedroom!  Right down to the rugs and bedding; her hair brush on the dresser, her knickknacks on the walls, and even Mr. Cuddles her favorite plush toy on her bed!
	“I don’t understand.” Vera stated matter-of-factly NOT understanding.
	Zantor made his way to the bed, turned and faced Vera.
	“We wont to do it.”
	“Say what?” Vera said suddenly (and surprisingly) knowing what the green little creep wanted.
	“We have come a long ways and we want to do it.”
	Vera blinked her eyes—although she hadn’t a full grasp of what the little aliens were saying verbatim she got the gist.  And although Vera was kind of intrigued by the concept of having alien sex—she wasn’t ready.
	Zantor, however, had other ideas.
	
*

	The thing with some men after they get their jollies, was they got their jollies and that was it.  They were good for nothing else but sleeping.  Not so with Mel Selprah.  After getting his jollies with employee Vera, there was a little Slap & Tickle he enjoyed (usually involving some implements from around the kitchen.)  Pans and skillets, large ladles and spoons, rolling pin all were implements of pleasure.
	Flo, the employee of Mel’s desire, took it all in.  Literally.  
	The preferred hole of choice was, of course, the poon.  Mel, however, didn’t particularly care as long as his cock got the pleasure—a hole was a hole.  Florence Castle had three holes that pleased him and she took it well, received and pleased.  Mel’s big hands fondled the Long-Tall Texan as he pounded her from behind; pressed against the stainless steel counter his cock slammed hard into her ass while his beefy hands fondled her frontside.

	Flo’s cunt tingled and became mired in swamp juices.  It was a clean shaven poon, with a tattoo of a grinning Devil on one side with an erection and a naked Angel on the other side “receiving.”  Mel’s massive tube steak thrusted deeply into her ass(hole) giving her not so much thrills but it tingled her just the same.
	Gripping her hips, Mel hammered Flo, grinning and making crude comments with Naval connotations.  Flo clung to the counter with all her might trying to keep herself in her skin.  Mel had already filled her mouth and pussy and was working on a third orgasm in her ass—which was a struggle to achieve but “Damn the torpedos (the lack there of) full speed ahead!”
	Up and down Flo’s body Mel’s hands went; squeezing her breasts, fingering her bald pussy, prolonging the eventually happenstance that was taking time to achieve.  
	Flo appreciated Mel’s fingering of her pussy—it tingled so but she needed her fingers to keep her steady on against the counter.  Mel’s fat fingers diligently fingered her swamp box and helped relieve some stress.

	Alice needed stress relief, too; hers came from her own fingering that segued to securing a candlestick that had some pleasing diameter to it (it was long, too.)
	But it wasn’t “cock”.  It was a poor substitute at best and actually did little to satiate Alice’s needful needs.  She trembled—but it wasn’t from the act of the phallic in her cunt—there were thoughts filling her mind to overflowing orgasmic capacity.  Just down the hall her teenage son was having sex.  She didn’t care or mind that he was having sex—she just wanted to be having sex, too.
	He was a handsome guy, just like his Daddy.
	Alice laid still and stopped masturbating.  Tommy’s Daddy.  She missed him.  Not just for the sex part—although that was pretty good; it was the company that he offered.  She was sure to some point that he probably was nailing a waitress whore somewhere along his trucking route—that was a given.  But she was getting nailed by his best friend, too.  Not often, just occasionally.  There was no love involved, it was just sex.
	The shower could be heard, Alice wondered if her son was in the shower or was it the girl?  The image of Tommy and his girlfriend filled Alice’s mind—it was quite an image with Alice still wondering to herself what was so invigorating.  It was perplexing to wonder—was she having horny thoughts about her son—or her son’s girl?

A little flashback never hurt anyone…
	Images in Alice’s mind were also in Rain’s mind.  Rain Frisco still wasn’t sure as to how exactly he was “seeing” other people’s inner most thoughts or their way of life.  He came to believe it was some sort of “transcendental” experience of some kind.
	Of some kind.
	Whatever.  He went with it.  The thought of he was actually having some sort of mental breakdown flip out also crossed his mind.  If so, then he was in a padded cell, wrapped up tight, and his balls itched.  If so, then the “images” he saw and were experiencing were far better than mental anguish.
	In the Summer of her twenty-second year of life, Alice’s younger brother came to live with her.  The two got along as brother and sister so it was no problem and James was very appreciative.  His appreciation increased when he came home unexpectedly one afternoon to find the paperboy delivering more than the paper.
	There was a small bike in the front yard of their modest apartment home, papers emptied from the paper bag holder.  James was curious ‘cause he didn’t see the paperboy right off.  Alice’s car was in the drive—something more that made James curious ‘cause Alice was supposed to be working.  James was still in high school but in his senior year.  
	A curiously strange feeling enveloped James as he made for the front door; he paused at the door then slowly entered.  Inside all was well, sort of.  It was quiet, no music on, no TV, nothing.  James felt some trepidation as he surveyed the small living room—then he heard noises.
	For a few seconds the “noises” were unfamiliar to him.
	Then they were all too clear—but left him a little confused.
	His curiosity drove him to creep lightly down the short hall from the living room to the bedroom at the end of the hall.  The door was partially opened and there on the bed was his adult sister getting banged by the teen paperboy!
	James nearly lost it right then and there.
	‘WTF!?’ he stood in aghast, then in awe, and then in bewilderment; the paperboy, Zane Michner, was thirteen.  Thirteen!  And there he was, naked, fucking James’ twenty-two year old sister (who was also naked.)
	But then again, James’ sister was always naughty; when James had been nigh but five years young—nine year old Alice gave him a bath.  Not too unusual—up until then the two often took a bath together.  They often ran amok in their skin; they sometimes even slept together.  But Alice was growing and “developing”—though brother James wasn’t aware of the developments—Alice was.

	Alice began to find pleasure in pleasing her body and from hearing interesting tidbit information from the schoolyard, she learned more than she oughta.  Curiosity supplied young Alice and prompted her to investigate the pleasures that were incestuous.
	Touchy-feely was one thing—oral copulation was something else all together!  She sucked her brother’s little tool.  Loving strokes and fondling was one thing, taking the erect member into her mouth was something else!  A strange feeling enveloped her—the basic thing of it was was that it was wrong, illicit, and she’d get the belt if caught.
	When she was ten she was having her brother fuck her.
	He was spanking her and peeing on her at age seven and humping her ass(hole) when he was eight.  By then, though, Alice was being naughty with boys her brother’s age—and younger.  Those boys were the brothers of her girlfriends and some boys who were family friends and just neighborhood boys she could sway to come “play” in the family’s backyard playhouse.
	As Alice got a little older the sexual impropriety with James tapered off.  James “got some” now and then from girls his age but he still longed to nail his sister.  Seeing her on the bed “getting some” from the paperboy just erupted all kinds of feelings (all sexual).  The simple fact that Zane was merely thirteen didn’t mattered.  
	Alice’s hands were on the boy’s ass, tightly.  Zane humped hard laying right on Alice’s adult body moving only his hips managing therefore to keep his teen schlong in her hairless cunt.
	Since moving in with his sis there had been no time for rehashing their old at home ways.  Alice worked and James had school.  They had a bit of a social life and the times they had together had them being either too tired to possibly fool around or not in the mood.
	After Zane got his rocks off, he lay panting on Alice; Alice caressed the boy’s backside, spanked his butt some, then began kissing on him.  Zane kissed back, caressed the young woman’s breasts, then slid his fine nude body up placing his cum squirter between her womanly breasts.  There he did hump while Alice sucked on the head of his protruding prong.
	James couldn’t stand it any longer and whipped out his dick and began stroking himself.  He wanted to fuck and fuck hard.  It had been awhile and it wasn’t good to go “without” for too long.  He read that somewhere.  He needed to blow off a load and to do so in some righteous pussy—preferably his sisters.
	Then a stray thought crossed his mind—Zane’s ass looked kinda nice.

	Zane’s ass!
	James figured Zane’s ass(hole) was probably tight, virginal.  James was a little “experimental” in his early teen years and had a sexual romp with a couple of best friends.  Anal exploring and cock sucking—just to see what it was like and if it meant that they were gay.  After butt fucking one another, sucking cock, fondling—they concluded that it was just sex and they were not homosexuals.
	James had lingering thoughts—but concluded to himself that “a hole was a hole.”  Whether it belonged to the opposite sex didn’t particularly matter.
	Watching Zane hump just put James into a tizzy—though lo he wanted to sink his pud into his sister’s cunt; he, too, wanted to rub against Zane’s ass, ball sack, and see his cum squirting onto the boy’s face, chest, and dick.
	He did!
	Before he got too adamant about it (making noise) James safely moved to his own room.  After shucking his clothes and flopping onto his bed he commenced with the workout of “working” his cock.  He was torn between humping his sister and humping Zane.  Then before he knew it—he himself was being spied on!
	“My,” said his sister, “what do we have going on here?” Alice stood naked at the door.  Zane stood next to her, cum dripping from his cock.  He was a handsome fucker—dirty blond hair and lots of it.  He had a quirky smile—‘especially after getting laid by some older chick he had a permanent smile etched on his handsome young face.

	Warm memories.  
	For a time, Alice and her brother resumed their sexual lust for sex.  Young Zane was involved and then some!  Luckily, Zane, too, was willing to “experiment” with the wild side of sexual rompings with the opposite sex and James wasn’t that much older than he.  With Alice there it helped out and trio enjoyed many sessions of sexual improprieties.
	Warm memories.
	Life was about warm memories.  Alice returned to the present and lay fingering herself, working the candlestick in and out of her cunt realizing that she wanted her son Tommy to fuck her brains out.  When Tommy had been a wee little boy—she had enjoyed the times he suckled her breasts.  It was erotic (if not frightening.)  As he got older—bath time became the new replacement for eroticism.  She loved seeing her son naked; she loved to play with his little puddling coyly.

	As he got a little older and a storm would come frightening the both of them—they shared a bed to weather it out.  During that time, Alice once more coyly fondled her son.  When he was asleep she found herself slipping off her panties and getting him to lay between her legs—then, with her hands on his hips she grinded him against her sex.
	She did!
	She had to be careful as he got older and wiser—but there were times when he wet his pants and was whacked out on cold meds where she could lower his underwear and have a gawk at his boyhood.  A gawk?  That and then some.  Once, when he was yah but ten (and whacked out on cold medicine) Alice’s horniess got the better of him and she stripped him nude.  After fondling his little dick she managed to get it hard; thereafter she mounted him settling her Motherly cunt down onto his lovely naked cock.  It wasn’t too terrifically hard but it slid into her hot sex just the same.
	The act itself made her quiver.  Moving herself up and down made her gush and soil her son with her essence.  His cock was young, lovely to behold and even lovelier to suck on.  But having the hard but soft penis of her son glide into her bothered cunt was the epitome of sexual fascination as well as satisfaction.
	Getting hammered by her trucker husband, his best friend on occasion, and so on, was one thing.  Nice hard schlongs, thick, long, meaty, and with determined thrustings to get the job done.  But there was something, too, about soft but hard young tweeny cock as well.
	The remembrances filled Alice and she was no longer herself.
	She was no longer alone, either.
	As her fingers tenaciously worked her fevered cunt and the tingling feeling enveloped her—the apex of her joy came along with the awareness that someone was at the door.  The tingling feeling was too much to curb; her fingers rubbed her clit with great desires for dick—and any dick would do, too.
	But who was at the door?
	Of course, she firstly thought of her son, Tommy.  But as the form realized that they had been found out, Alice could see the formed outline of budding young teen breasts!
	Oh!
	There had been a time when…
	Daphne Ory and Alice got together at Daphne’s house for a little what you would call Hanky and Panky—heavy on the Panky.  Smoking pot, listening to music their parents hated, and drinking up Daphne’s Dad’s booze.  

 	The girls got silly; they discussed boys (their favorite subject); and discussed girls in their social.  The subject of Boobs, Asses, Sluts, and of course, sex, accompanied the conversation and soon the underlying subject of “masturbation” came to be.
	Giggling, the girls shed their clothes and as they were a little high from the marijuana and imported high potent booze, blatantly masturbated themselves and then each other.
	“Guys don’t understand masturbation.” declared Daphne.  She meant a girl’s masturbation.  Guys didn’t even know that girls pleased themselves.  The same rhetoric prevailed upon them; dissen boys; boys only cared about their needs and getting laid.  “Love” was a foreign word to them and many were incapable of uttering it without strands of cum attached.
	Soon Daphne and Alice were sixty-nining.  Their lust spilled throughout the afternoon and even beyond their session of getting stoned.  Their lust spilled even beyond that, too.   

	In her mind there was darkness.  A blot.  A splotch.  Something of which she did not want to remember.  As a child she had been spanked by her Dad; bare assed spanked.  But she had not been molested.  She had been fingered out by a family adult friend and had had given said friend a handjob.  At a party during her freshman year, her first party ever, she had gotten way drunk and as many as four boys boned her leaving her pussy and asshole very-very sore.
	Mr. Acafee, sophomore science teacher, nailed her in the back room of the science lab—she was willing as she needed a passing grade to go on to the next phase of her schooling lest she have to spoil her Summer plans and spend that time in more schooling.
	As a child she had been caught with cigarettes—they weren’t hers, but she was caught with them just the same.  Across her bed with her pants and panties down her Daddy wailed upon her delicate ass until it was beaten red.
	Being caught masturbating also got her little delicate ass beaten.
	Being caught naked in Donny Harrington’s bedroom with the boy also naked got them both spanked by Donny Daddy.  Then, while Donny wailed nakedly on his bed trying to smooth away the sting to his ass, Alice was whisked away to another room where she had a choice—take another spanking AND have her Daddy come fetch her…
	Or?
	Suck dick.
	Suck Daddy dick.
	Alice had been caught sucked Donny’s dick—so the option was…

	All those things were shed in the darkness but not obliterated therein. There were, however, other remembrances that were in the darkness, kept therein tightly.  There were many indiscretions Alice had been involved in during her life—during her life of sexual pursuit.  The gratification of lust was a powerful thing and to be invigorated by willing submitting to the carnal prowess that was otherwise deemed inappropriate just made it all the better.
	Ellen Gyen was on such inappropriate submission.  Ellen Gyen was six years young.  Alice was thirteen and babysitting the little girl at her home; the first inappropriate incident came when the little girl accidentally wet her pants.  Alice took the child into the bathroom and stripped her down, then cleaned her up.  During the “cleaning”, Alice inadvertently found herself invigorated whilst cleaning the young girl’s soiled cunny.
	It was a beginning.
	While distracting young Ellen, Alice managed to continued fingering the young girl’s cunny to her delight.  And from “fingering” to licking out.  This happened during a time when Ellen wasn’t feeling very well and was given some medicine.  The medicine “knocked her out” and when she was good and asleep—Alice took advantage.
	It was her first “taste” of pussy.  It didn’t matter that it was a yung girl pussy—it was pussy.  Always had Alice have a curiosity about what another girl’s cunt would taste like.  She knew what dick tasted like, but pussy?  At first she didn’t know what to take of it—what to make of it.  The taste of pussy and dick were though skin and skin—were different in texture and taste.
	She liked it.  The taste of pussy was sensational!  She liked the taste of dick and determined at length that it wasn’t so much as the “taste” or the texture—it was the act.  And truthfully—though she had tasted teenage dick, little boy dick had a better appeal to her.
	So did little girl cunt.
	Soon she was doing little Ellen more and more.  Soon she got little Ellen to do same to her—to lick out her pussy.  It was a dare, a game, and then a bribe. 
	Dory Shumly was another little girl, very little, that Alice got to be in charge of and found it far easier to lick out the little one’s pussy, too.  the taste, the feeling, the illicitness all cumulated to drive Alice into a furor she could not understand.  It was invigorating but as she grew a little older she put away those illicit desires lest she got more than an ass beating for her indiscretions.

	Alice lay still on her bed—Ellen, Dory, Daphne (and others) came to rest upon her mind.  There essence she could still taste and smell.  It had been a long time—casually she wondered about her son’s girlfriend.  What would Beth’s pussy be like?
	What would Beth’s pussy be like!?
	Alice shot up gasping for breath.  How could she think of such a thing!  It was bad enough she had torrid thoughts of her son—but her son’s girlfriend (too!?)  
	The contemplation was enormous.  Surely she couldn’t!  Alice lay on her bed—exhausted as if she had already had sex with the girl.  She trembled—she wanted it so!  The taste of the girl’s pussy—right on her lips she could taste.
	Juices began to flow freely from Alice’s pussy.

*

More panky
	It was her room—just the look of it; the bedding, the pillows, the floor rugs did not have the texture.  Everything of her room was the same—just not the “feel” of it.  And the feel of it was highly pronounced as Vera lay out on the bed.  She couldn’t move on her own no matter what—it was like as if though she were under the influence of one of those damnedable EMAD things that were so popular.
	And in a way—she was.  An alien EMAD operated by Zantor.  It was somewhat different than the common Earthling EMADs but the basic elements of Mind Control were there and that was all that mattered.
	Zantor had Vera get on her bed.  It was not quite her bed as she already perceived—but a duplicate from her mind.  It was created in hopes of luring her, lulling her to be more at ease.
	“We wish to do it.” Zantor had said.
	‘We?’ Vera had a bad feeling welling up inside her.  This was turning out not quite like she had hoped for for her first meeting with outer worldly aliens.
	Though not restrained (by visible means) Vera could not move so much on the bed.  She lay flat out; Zantor came up the side of the bed and looked her over.  
	Vera remained still and quiet.
	“What do I do?” Zantor asked.
	Vera looked to him strangely, “You-you don’t know what to do?”
	Zantor shook his head indicating No.

	Now Vera was in a fix, how was she to proceed now?  How was she to explain sex to an alien who apparently had little to no idea!?  As Vera contemplated on how to proceed with instruction—the alien, Zantor, stuck a finger in his ear and one into Vera’s ear.  It was a form of communication and made things so much easier.
	After a couple of minutes Zantor removed his fingers saying “Ah.”
	He understood.
	All that remained was…
	The deed itself.
	The Doing it.
	Vera was a little aghast, but just a little.  She was frightened, too—again, just a little.  Curiosity reigned supreme and she somewhat readied herself for sex with Zantor.  The creepy sickly green creature climbed up onto the bed that was Vera’s but not Vera’s then onto Vera herself.
	The situation was bizarre—just fucking bizarre.
	Zantor settled himself on Vera’ naked body with the grinding of his mid section against her sex.  Vera felt something there—it was hard but not quite like a cock (or at least not any cock she knew of.)  Zantor began to grind and seemed to still be settling himself.
	Then Vera felt something intruding into her pussy—something was “growing” within her sex and it was the most strange to bizarre feeling ever.  Zantor’s body remained still—a phallic protruded from his crotch and invaded Vera’s sex.
	“Are we having sex?” Zantor asked.
	“Y-yes!” Vera managed to stammer.
	Zantor’s phallic grew and grew—there was no “pumping” motion, none of the sort.  Vera was perplexed but so overwhelmed with the alien schlong inside her that she couldn’t give her green skinned lover the proper way to have sex.
	There was a curious smell that wafted to Vera’s nose—at first she got a whiff of Mel’s chili!  Then there was something to akin to sweetness, the strong scent of honey, butter, and chicken?  
	The alien cock inside her swelled and swelled, then decreased in diameter and the dramatically swelled again.  Then the process was repeated over and over until Zantor’s odd shaped slanted oval eyes  suddenly burst into a euphoric state of sexual awareness.
	Zantor was cumming!

	Thrashing about some seemed to only excite the bulging oval eyed alien; Vera finally managed to get a grip on his smooth skin hips and bring him to the motion that was more favorable.
	Bad idea.
	Little bumps began to appear all over Zantor’s skin; his movements became herkyjerky-like; he twitched seemingly uncontrollably and the act of the motion Vera had started in Zantor perpetuated into an outlandish act of intense pumpings.  The act of those pumpings were a little sloppy but nonetheless proportionate to the general form that was the quintessential act of fucking.
	All Vera could do was hang on.  She clung to Zantor’s small alien body; the alien humped for several minutes then suddenly he stopped humping and went incredibly still.  Small droplets of sweat cascaded down the curves of Zantor’s body; his eyes bulged (even more than normally if that was possible); he stared straight ahead to the wall. Inside Vera’s poon she could feel the green skinned typically depicted 1950s alien; his cock specifically swelling inside her.  But more than that—it was cumming!
	It was a sensational orgasm—for both human and alien.  Vera had never had such orgasm.  It was fantastic, utterly so.  Vera took her turn at trembling, shuddering, and going thru the whole range of emotions as wave after wave of the embodiment of sexual lust cumulated into a masterful orgasm such as never before been recorded.
	“WOW!” exclaimed Vera.
	“Zow kiplich!” uttered in even higher exclamation Zantor.  The height challenged alien withdrew his cock—Vera couldn’t see it but there was suddenly a gusher load of hot green/yellow alien splooge spewing all over Vera’s human body.
	It tingled a little bit and had red specks in the mix.  
	Zantor collapsed onto his human lover babbling in his own alien tongue.  Vera calmed and couldn’t believe what had happened.  She hoped it wouldn’t happen again—but then again…

*

the things we find out about our children
	Usually even though it was her scheduled Day Off, Vera showed up at work to pester Mel, ask some silly question, get something she forgot or something.  It was unusual when she didn’t check in—not even a phone call.  Alice and Flo weren’t too worried—and Mel wasn’t worried at all.  

	“She was pretty shook up last nite.” Flo said to Alice.
	“Maybe we should check in on her.” Alice stated.
	“She’s on my way home, I’ll check on her after my shift.”
	“You actually go home after work?” Alice chided.
	“You’re right, it’s Double Down (drinks) at Whistlin’ Pete’s--”
	and before Flo could finish with her tale of potential evening adventure Alice threw up her hand and said she would check on their friend.  
	“She’s probably been locked up in the loony-tune bin!” chimed in Mel in his normal growling voice.
	“Oh hush up, Mel!” Flo barked back at him.
	Mel grumbled something more then returned to his chili.
	After her shift, Alice made way to Vera’s apartment—only to find no car in her designated space and no one home.  
	Vera was a kook, kooky, and obsessed with aliens, alien abductions, and anything alien.  She also was heavy into literature, social literature groups, rescuing animals, and other projects too numerous to mention.
	Alice shined it on—but was still worried nevertheless.  After leaving a note on the door Alice went on to her own home.  Tommy wasn’t home—probably screwing Beth at her house—or some other girl somewhere.  There was a little worry about her son having so much sex—there were dangers in engaging sexually with even one partner!
	And Alice for sure didn’t want Tommy to become a “father” so young, either!  She didn’t need problems, troubles, headaches, or arranging a marriage for her teenage son.
	Something caught her eye as she closed her son’s bedroom door.  By the messed up bed on the floor was a pair of panties.  White with little cartoon characters on them; pink trim, and “small.”  It looked like, too, that the undies may have been destined for “under” the bed out of sight.  Maybe not.  
	But the panties were small.
	Very small.
	Alice was more than curious—she was almost alarmed.
	There was no “tag” inside; there was, though, some stains.
	Strange but familiar feelings swept thru Alice—one was fear coupled with alarmed and trepidation; anxiety and a foreboding wonderment.  There, too, was curiosity.  (but the fear of whose panties she had found bothered her and kept her on edge.)
	Tommy came home (all smiles) a little while later on and was surprised to find his Mom home.

	“I thought you were working?” he said in concern of nervousness.
	Alice explained she was working different shifts to get the feel of differing schedules.  On the calendar, though, she hadn’t made the notation.  Tommy hovered right at her shoulder as she made such notation.  Alice wanted to ask him about the panties, but sighed and let it go—for now.
	“Hey,” Tommy exclaimed enthusiastically, “I got a job!”
	Alice was enthused, too, and the two discussed the new job.

Santhos  Bantor  Gortho  Argoth  Nurl  Shul  Morthos
	Vera lay still—very still.  All there was was the icky green mixed color that surrounded her.  It was all that her mind could focus on.  The green paint was like stucco, popcorn texturing.  The color was a blend of other dark greens and light green formulating their own scheme.
	For a time she had been left alone.  Her mind was a buzz with the happenstance of being essentially raped—raped by an alien.  It wasn’t all bad, though, but still—kidnapping for sexually purposes by anyone was rape.  But it wasn’t all that bad.  
	Invigorating?  Vera had felt strange and unique feelings stirred up inside her—the act of sex with Zantor had been bizarre to say the least, but moreover, it had been curiously invigorating.  Satisfying.  Yes, she had engaged sexually with men (and one hunky teen boy but that’s another story) but none of them had ever “invigorated” her like Zantor had.
	The door opened and Zantor returned.
	As the naked green skinned alien came up to the bed, Vera noted the splotches were different.  She remembered out in the hallway the gaggle of aliens she had to wade thru had splotches.  Darker shades of green, lighter shades of greens; some splotches were oval, elongated, or resembling something like an ameba.  It was how they differentiated themselves from one another—or leastways, how others determined them as individuals.
	“Zantor?” Vera asked not sure.
	The alien, being of the same size but different splotch scheme, shook its head and in a garbled high pitched voice spoke “I am Santhos.” in a rather determined proud voice, too. 
	Vera wasn’t sure what was going on; she smiled and asked, 
	“Well, Santhos, what can I do for you?”
	Santhos stood cocking his great bulbous head presenting a curious state of (alien) being about him.  Then he crawled up onto the bed and began positioning himself onto Vera’s body.
	‘WTF!?’ Vera stated the popular teen phrase to herself.
	Then she knew.  “Oh my God!”

	As with Zontar, Santhos mounted himself, situated himself, and pressed himself against the human’s body.  Vera blinked her eyes and couldn’t believe what was happening.  The presence of Santhos’ schlong began to invade Vera’s sex.   She didn’t know what to do—there was nothing to do but endure.
	And as with Zontar, Santhos gave her five incredible minutes of alien sex.  Vera shuddered and felt herself brought to the brink of sexual wowness; then not just pulled over but hurled over to where even more incredible sexual feelings perpetuated her into having her own orgasm like she had never had before.
	Gripping the skinny odd shaped alien’s hinny Vera wrapped her legs about the quirky creature (with the pleasing schlong) and fucked his brains out.  (almost literally as green snot began to drip from his no nose nostrils and his skin began to sweet a mucus-like sweat.)
	Santhos made some sort of odd outcry as his orgasm excelled his ability to comprehend.  He shuddered, possibly farted, then got into the rhythm Vera was teaching him and experienced his own unique sensations never before experienced.

	Bantor was next.
	Followed by Gortho, Argoth, Nurl, Shul, Morthos…
	One by one, green splotchy aliens came to fuck Vera and experience enormous sexual orgasms.  With each alien, too, Vera herself experienced enormous sexual orgasms; each one was even more fantastic than the previous.
	While Bantor took his turn, Vera saw an elongated window “suddenly” appear along one wall—and dozens of naked in waiting aliens were gawking inward while Vera/Bantor got laid.
	Gortho took the longest time while Morthos took the shortest time (to achieve orgasm.)  Argoth was essentially the best fuck, he took his time and it seemed (sort of) more sensual.  Nurl seemed a little awkward and for a time his phallic didn’t press into her sex but grinded against her sex instead.  Maneuvering herself Vera managed to work the alien’s cock into her and they enjoyed five minutes of intense but blissful intercourse.
	Shurl tried for ye olde “backdoor” entry.
	Vera wasn’t into that but she was wearing out—getting slimy and stinky with one alien after another mounting her with only a couple of minutes rest in between.  Amazingly, though, each alien gave her incredible sexual feelings—it was basically the same but then again, it was different if not unique.  Eight aliens down, forty-eight more to go…
*

what’s a little spanking among friends?
	A number ten spatula, a slotted and angled hamburger spatula, a flat iron number eight skillet, and other assorted “flat” instruments used in culinary operations in a kitchen were used not for the making of menu items but for tantalizing Florence Castle’s bare ass.
	Mel Selprah	smacked the willing employee’s ass multi times until her skin was searing.  Then he applied his fat stubby cock.  With his body against Flo’s and his cock slamming into her asshole and/or pussy, the sex between them was more than intensified.  
	Flo was quirky in that she seldom “faced” her lover(s), especially Mel.  She preferred taking dick from behind her.  Usually her sexual romps were not in bed or even in the backseat of a car; it was usually preformed in some backroom, a bathroom, behind a place of business, or some unconventional place other than a bedroom.  Flo didn’t care to lay on her back on a dirty floor or ground—and too (mostly) the horny fella who was about to tag her wasn’t so good in the looks department.  Flo wanted to remember the sex—not the person who performed it.
	Flo clung to the stainless steel counter, legs spread wide, buck naked receiving Mel’s master chef fully into her asshole—he had already been in her pussy and it felt like “the fleet was in.”  Mel didn’t have a long lengthy satisfying torpedo but more of an admiral’s fat cigar.  And Mel knew how to work in masterfully in Flo—she handled it a time of two, masturbated it but preferred it to tread in her pussy or ass.  Giving head just wasn’t something Flo liked to do; she hoped that the rest of her body would be as pleasing (and it usually was.)
	After delivering his special cargo, Mel was done.  Typical male.  He succumbed to the total lack of energy—but was elated to say the least at the prowess his manhood had delivered.  Flo was less enthused; her asshole smoldered and was sore.  But the spanking was good; Mel had fingered her pussy, groped her breasts, and expertly brought her to a blissful orgasm just the same.  Nakedly and boldly she scampered to Mel’s private office and to his private bathroom.  A wash of her body, some spritzing, and then she dolled herself up and scampered out the backdoor making way to the Tiger’s Den—Admiral Vance, Captain Belum, Lieutenants Edgar and Curr, and several sailors were in town promoting service in the Navy.
	The Fleet was in!

*

little angels who are devils
	The discarded panties Alice had found were not Tommy’s girlfriend, Beth’s.  This discovery confirmed by examining the panties of Beth found on the floor by the bed—this after the girl and Tommy were in the shower together.  Alice already knew that the first pair of undies she had discovered were not Beth’s, but the comparison only fully confirmed that the panties were different.
	So what did it mean?
	There was an explanation—sure, but Alice couldn’t rightly come up with it.  She sighed and quickly made herself scarce as Tommy and Beth were heard in the hall bathroom getting out of the shower.  The door was fully closed—but the door had one of those old fashioned locks allowing Alice to peep.
	She saw her naked son with a lovely hard-on.
	Alice nearly lost herself right then and there.  
	Then, Beth was in the way and it seemed as though the two were dancing, a slow dance as Tommy’s hands came to be on Beth’s ass and the two teens moved in and out of viewing.
	After a short time, Beth went to her knees and took Tommy’s hard-on to hand.  She stroked the cock, kissed it, then sucked it.  Alice found herself fingering herself; she danced right on the edge of wonderment—what was she so on about—her naked son?  The naked Beth?  Beth giving the blow job she herself wished she could do?
	Hmmm

	The following day and Vera was a no-show for her regular shift.  Even Mel was worried.  “Dumb dingbat, probably went out looking for a flying saucer and got lost!”
	She didn’t get lost…
	Alice and Flo called the police—they weren’t too interested but put out a Missing Persons; they got the make and model of Vera’s car and would be “on the lookout” without looking out.
	Alice and Flo decided to go looking for her themselves after their shifts.  Being a Thursday, the day was lackluster at best; the weekends, including Fridays and especially Fridays were the best days; Hump Day (Wednesday) was pretty good and sometimes Mondays were good, Tuesdays and Wednesdays were terrible.  

 	So Mel did something he didn’t normally do—closed early.  It was a sign that he was worried, too; but the big lug wouldn’t let it show or let it be known—he had an image to protect.
	“So which way?” Mel asked as the girls piled in on the front seat of his pickup.
	They weren’t sure, so they went one way out of town and when they had gone an hour to the desert highway going to the neighboring town and no sign of Vera’s car—they turned around and went the other way.
	Just a few miles out of town to the high desert area and there was Vera’s car; abandoned and no sign of Vera.  The car was off the road and Mel was able to fire it right up.
	“This isn’t right.” Alice declared.
	“Why’s that?” Mel asked.
	“She left her purse.” Flo stated noting the purse in the passenger seat.
	“No woman would go anywhere without her purse.” declared Alice.
	There was no sign of a struggle, no windows broken—and no footprints.  Flo wanted to call the police but there apparently was no cell phone service out so far from town.
	“Maybe something did happen to the car,” Alice surmised, “and she got a ride back into town.”
	“Yeah, and we’ve just missed her ‘cause we went the other way.” Flo said so-soingly.  
	“Yeah, and maybe submarines can fly!” growled Mel.  He wasn’t sure, but something was up.  With Vera, though—it was hard to tell if anything was wrong which just made it more frustrating if not worrisome.
	“What do we do now?” Alice asked.
	“Let’s go back to town and check at her place,” Flo said, “and if she’s not there we’ll go to the police.”
	“And if she is there I’ll wring her neck!” grumbled Mel.
	“Do you think the police will do anything?” Alice asked.
	“Probably not, but I know the Chief, I think I can persuade him to got more involved.”
	Alice nodded and Mel rolled his eyes.

	With Flo persuading the Chief of Police, Mel went back to open the diner.  Alice wasn’t needed, it would be a slow night.  Vera wasn’t at her apartment and no one had seen her.  Everyone was worried but she hadn’t been “gone” the required allotted time for a proper Missing Person.  But Flo was remedying that.  Meanwhile, Alice returned to her own apartment…

	Tommy wasn’t home—but Beth was.
	And Beth was sprawled out naked on Tommy’s bed.
	The apartment was dark and Alice was quiet as she made her way in.  she hoped to catch Tommy doing something or up to something or something.  Tommy was at his first job.  Alice found herself staring at the young Beth—staring-staring-staring.
	It was more than staring or simple staring.  Beth was sound to sleep, and naked.  She had a nice little patch of fur on her young teenage cunt; a nightlight was on bathing the girl in a gentle light revealing every nuance of her nude body.
	Alice found herself fingering herself.
	Rushing into her room she closed the door and fell onto her bed driving her fingers into her pussy desiring to be naked and naughty with Beth.
	It was unconscionable to think such a thing—but she wanted to taste the girl’s pussy and she wanted that girl to taste her, too!  The desire created a heated passion within Alice and she frigged herself into a furor—unaware that her son, Tommy, was watching her…

The next day
	The next day—no Vera.  Mel and the girls were worried and the local constabulary were concerned.  The town being small, though, not a lot of resources were dedicated to finding what had happened to her so the highway patrol and FBI were called in.  Work at the dinner was trivial at best; even gung-ho Mel fell behind—mostly he grumbled that if Vera didn’t show, if Vera WAS abducted by aliens then he would have to break in a new waitress.
	This of course got the gile of Alice and Flo.  But they knew, too, that Mel was covering his real feelings.  He was concerned about Vera’s welfare as much as anybody if not moreso.
	With business not so good, Mel closed up early again.  Flo went to the truckstop to chat with the truckers—strictly for the purposes of seeing if anyone knew anything about Vera.
	Alice didn’t really know anyone in town yet—so she went home.
	Once again, she wasn’t prepared for what she found in her son’s bedroom.  Was any mother prepared for what she would find in her son’s bedroom?
	Tommy lay naked with a girl no more than twelve laying nakedly there with him.  Tommy was fingering her bald pussy with his cock throbbing hard against her thigh.

	Alice’s breath was taken aback.  But instead of “busting” her naughty oh-so naughty son, she casually watched.  She was in a tizzy—she didn’t know what to do.  The proper thing to do was, of course, bust her son and raise a commotion.
	But instead she watched.
	Tommy fingered-fingered-fingered the girl, Jolena Faustman, and was very adamant about it.  The girl, curiously, wasn’t fussing about the fingering.  Jolena lay still, glassy-eyed, mouth open a little, barely moving.  Her young pre-teen nipples were hard and she seemed very strange in her actions (or lack thereof.)
	Soon, after much fingering, Tommy rolled on top of Jolena and rested his teenage cock against the girl’s sex.  The angle, the near darkness, the lack of light, blocked Alice’s viewing and therefore knowing if the girl was a virgin.
	Tommy began to grind against Jolene’s sex; her legs parted and Tommy’s action became more intense.  Alice blinked her eyes and couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
	The panties.
	The young girl panties she had found.
	Oh my God!
	A bit of horror came over Alice, her son was—her son was a kidnapper!  A rapist!  A child molester!  Her SON!  Her son was a monster!

Love on a hot afternoon
	For some unknown reason, a popular theme song from the 60s television filled her bewildered mind.	

“Sit back right and you’ll know of a tale,
a tale of a sex filled trip.
They came from Center Obdobi Prime
aboard their tiny alien ship.
The mate was a little horny guy
the skipper he was, too.
With their fellow aliens not any ole screw would do.
So they venture off for a three hundred year tour
A three hundred year tour

“Throughout the universe they did go
the galaxy got rough
Their tiny alien ship was wearily tossed.
If not for the courage of the horny alien crew
the Wonnim would have been lost; 
the Wonnim would have been upsot .

The planet Earth there came to be,
the aliens were aglee
with Zantor, Santhos, too
The king’s twenty-third son,
his children a few;
Gortho  Argoth Nurl and Morthos
  And a dozen more,
here on humankind isle!

That’s is the tale of aliens you see,
they’re horny-horny with slime.
They’re going to screw every human female
to make the best of their time

The skipper and his mangy green skinned crew
will do their alien best,
to make every human female their one and only conquest
their one and only conquest.
No invasion, no quest for gold
not even to take the presidency
Like Nosnibob the Magnificent Rueko
they are as happy as can be.
So join us here each week you’ll see
an alien boink express stretching a mile.
From these horny creatures
Here on humankind Isle!	

	The Desert Highway Patrol found Vera, walking naked thru the desert, babbling incoherently, and covered in a viscous green slime.  It was like the mucus secretions from hagfish.  She babbled and babbled but no one could understand her—and she had this odd smile on her face, too!

*

	The shock of finding her son being naughty was still shocking and somewhat foreboding.  But what was more was that she was not so concerned about what and to who he was being naughty with but the simple fact that “what if he got caught?”
	Alice discovered of herself that she was not too overly concerned about the girl being molested; she found that she wanted to be a part of the doings.  But as a woman, as a mother, she couldn’t.  She just couldn’t.  The worry was Tommy being found out, discovered, or turned in.  That simply wouldn’t be good.
	And watching Tommy molest—Alice couldn’t believe the (strange but not unique) feelings enveloping her.  She shuddered and found herself with “wet” panties.  But from what—her naked son (with the tremendously enjoyable hard cock) or the young girl laying out all still and naked?
	After Jolena there was Wyonna and then Helen.  Wyonna was no more than twelve—Helen was even younger than that!  She was flat chested and had not even peach fuzz on her cunny!  Tommy!
	With Wyonna and Helen Tommy didn’t do much but finger them and lay his cock against them for a good cum squirting hump.  Penetration was good, but humping flesh was ok as a stand-in, too.  Alice thought she’d come apart as she slyly watched from the door her naked son laying on top of the young girls and humping them (until he squirted.)  Tommy would spank his own butt, grind his cock against the girl’s pussy, arrange her legs this way and that, and as a finale—after soiling the girl, he spanked them.
	Curiously, the girls never seemed to show distress or even awareness.
	Curious.
	Alice usually had to make herself scarce quickly before being found out.  Found out?  Hmmm, she wondered—what would Tommy do?  Would he care?  How odd would it be to be involved in her son’s shenanigans?  Alice just couldn’t see herself fingering out girls like Tommy had done.
	But there was a yearning.  To try it.  Just once.
	And then there was Beth.

	Being sneaky was a pastime of Alice’s, she did it well and provided for her a great deal of needful information—such as catching Tommy’s girlfriend, Beth, laying nakedly with Ted Hinkle.  Beth was a midlevel teenage girl with a small body any twelve year old would be proud of.  Ted was not yet nine years old yet!

	Beth lay naked with the boy, fondling his little pud (which was amazingly erect) and the boy lay nakedly with his legs open giggling and in wonderment at being naked and fondled.
	Alice stood in the hallway totally immersed in awe.
	Awe and desire.
	Beth’s fingers worked the little boy’s cock, then her mouth did.
	Alice nearly lost it and clenched her body tightly.  
	Then, after just a little suck, Beth positioned herself onto the boy’s fresh sucked dick and grinded her hairless sex against it.  She had a great little body!  A super nice ass and Alice could see herself licking the girl’s crack, the hole, and then her hairless poon.
	Fleeing quietly to her room she twitched her fingers to her very hot and extremely bothered cunt.  This couldn’t go on—she had to get involved somehow—and soon!

	What time it was wasn’t known; outside the hour was dark and still warm from the day’s extra warming from the sun.  All was quiet in the room; the door slowly opened—this was known as the air conditioning changed its hum due to the air pressure change.
	A lone figure slowly crept in.
	Slowly did the lone figure approach the bed.
	Alice remained absolutely still.
	The slowly approaching lone figure came up to the side of the bed.
	Alice could see the lone figure masturbating!  He was naked.
	Alice instinctively opened her legs.  Her pussy ached, yearned.  Her lips trembled; her body shuddered from the anticipatory anticipation anticipated.
	The lone figure slowly crawled onto the bed.
	Alice trembled, undulated her entire body with a whisper on her lips “take me” which was an euphemism for “FUCK ME”.
	The natural light from beyond the window gently kissed the lone figure but the identity was still vague.  The figure paused after situating himself between her open willing legs.  Then a little foreplay ensued with the lone figure pressing his lips and yea his tongue to her quivering quim.
	Though lo foreplay albeit cunnilingus was welcomed—Alice wanted dick.  Foreplay could cum later; after.  
	“Fuck me!” Alice said to her lone visitor.
	“FUCK ME!” Alice said louder.  
	The lone figure expertly lapped her swamp box, nipping the lips with gentle care; pressing his nose against her super incensed clit while a daring finger slipped up into her asshole.
	More fingers probed her insane pussy; her thighs began to pound the side of her lover’s face with her hips rising up as if his manhood was in her making her feel like a woman.
	Finally the lone lover made his move—slowly.
	S-L-O-W-L-Y the lone tantalizer made his way up her pulsing body; kissing her as he did so.  Alice tensed up with her body no longer controllably.  Nor her thoughts.  Nor her actions.  Her legs wrapped about the lone figure; her hands groping his sinewy body (with one hand) finding his dangling manhood.
	For a moment she was still unaware of anything else as her fingers wrapped about the visitor’s prong.  It wasn’t terribly long or thick; it was hot, hard, and ready to plunge into her.  Expertly she took the pleasing member and glided it up and down her cunny.  Her eyes fluttered so!  Her breasts tingled!  It was the most incredible experience ever!
	Her unknown lover took her hands and pinned them above her head; his lithe body lay upon her shuddering body somewhat squashing her.  His manhood resting against her sex.  Then, skillfully, there was penetration.  With a raise of the hips the visitor’s cock slid effortlessly into her womanness.
	“Oh my God!  YES!” cried out Alice.  As she reared her head back she could see the outline and more definitive features of the visitor’s face.  A familiar face.
	Tommy!

	Alice didn’t care.
	She didn’t care.
	It didn’t matter.
	“FUCK ME!” she cried out.  “FUCK ME HARD!” 
	Tommy smiled, his incredible blue eyes shimmered as he complied with his Mother’s request—er, command.  His teenage cock slid into her sex all the way and then the “fucking” began.
	Alice wrapped her arms about her son and their nude sweaty bodies became one.  Tommy’s legs were stretched outward as per the norm for “fucking” with his Mom’s legs about his waist locked tenaciously together.  After a few moments the intensity of their lovemaking escalated into a multitude of insane humping.  Arms and legs akimbo, their mouths locked together while their sexes pounded together in a flurry of remarkable lust.

	As the apex of their illicit union came to be—something alarming interrupted the glory.  A bright light exploded with an annoying cacophony of unbearable noise.  Alice shook her head; she couldn’t catch her breath, the blinding light burned into her mind; the accompanying noise not unlike a city street during rush hour was maddening.
	Suddenly her masterful lover was gone.
	The light streaming into the room was from the open blind.
	The noise was from nearby—on the nightstand.
	The alarm clock.
	The alarm clock.
	Alice hit the snooze and lay exhausted on her bed.
	A dream.
	A lousy fucking dream.
	“Shit.” she exclaimed with a sigh.
	Her pussy was still hot, though.  Hot and very-very moist.  There were still yearnings—hard throbbing yearnings.  Tommy.  Though her son wasn’t there physically—he was in her mind.
	She shuddered and found herself furiously fingering herself to an uproar.  The intensity brought out by the fingering was nothing in comparison to actually getting laid.  But in lieu of dick, fingers would have to do.
	Her finger work was a little lacking.  She needed a shower.
	Pausing at the hall bathroom she noted her son’s bedroom door open askew.  She peeked.  There he was, with Beth beside.  They were asleep, naked.  Alice sighed lightly to herself then moved into the bathroom.
	The need to get laid hadn’t faded but was less intense.  Her pussy needed satisfied to some extent but the requirement of the use of “dick” to make that happen had lessened.  Using the handheld shower massager helped satiate her tormented cunt—somewhat.  A proper dicking was in order but she could go to work and be herself without needing to dash off to the bathroom to finger herself in between breaks.
	Ten minutes later and she was out of the shower.
	And there was Tommy.
	Naked.
	With a boner—a raging boner.
	Tommy eyes bulged—he was tall!  His eyes were beautiful.  His body was eye catching—he wasn’t buff but no slouch, either.  And then there was that cock.  Oh!  Alice’s eyes feasted on the erect pleaser—she shuddered uncontrollably and the yearning she had was visibly displayed.

	“Sorry, Mom,” Tommy was heard to say, “I-I didn’t know you were in here.”
	Liar.  The shower would have been a clue.
	Alice looked to him—she was pathetic.  She virtually conveyed to him with her body yearnings “Take Me—fuck me—FUCK ME” right then and there.
	Of course, living together and being Mother/Son they had seen one another naked before.  No biggie.  It was a given.  But, as they got older, especially for Tommy, modesty and respect came into play and seeing one another naked or even in their undies became less and less.
	A bit of awkwardness there was between the two—but it was more than that.  It was even more than embarrassment.  Admiration?  Maybe.  As usual; boys, teens, and men put their eyes to a passing woman’s face, then to her breasts and then to her crotch.  Any woman, teen to child.  Men are scum.
	Women did the same thing, though.  They do!
	Slowly Tommy gave his dick a stroke.
	Alice’s eyes were right there—taking it all in.
	She trembled.  Her yearning increased ten-fold, she could feel it in her cunt humping—sliding in and out of her womanness, pleasing her in every way.  A trickling began from her cunt; a slick slippery trickle.  There was no stopping Alice’s fingerwork; diligently she began working her clit as she stood stark naked in the bathroom with her masturbating teenage son.
	Could it get any better?

*

Tommy
	(ok, everyone has an EMAD!)
	Oh she was cute!  Not super-de-duper cute, outstandingly cute, outrageously cute—but cute just the same.  Long brown hair with a single braid brought over the top of her head to cascade down her face with the rest of her loose brown hair that hung midway down her body.
	That face was incredible—that smile, those eyes, those perfectly straight white teeth.  Her laugh, her distinctive diction; mannerisms; and curiosity melded into a nice little twelve year old body made her a prime target any roaming unattended pervert would love.
	And Tommy Hyatte loved her—in a perverted since.

	Being new to the desert town made life completely different for Tommy who was used to big city life on the East Coast.  But he was a likable fella and got along with everyone.  Girls especially.  Girls especially of all ages.  He knew his Target girl, Janna, she was into art and did artsy things on his high school campus.  She didn’t particularly know him very well, just in passing—but Tommy made it a point to know her.
	That ass, the crotch, her budding bouncy breasts, that incredible face made the point to be made.  There were many girls at Tommy’s school, girls his age, older, cheerleaders, brainacs, dowdy girls, and so on.  And though there was interest in those girls, Tommy’s interest fell on the younger sect, Janna’s age group specifically.
	Tommy’s cock ached for Janna and made life difficult for him when he used the gym’s shower—he had a very major hard-on.  At first he was teased for having a boner in amongst his fellow peers.  But someone made a comment about “what the fuck, you gay or something?” the voice of Terry Best scoffing at those who were jesting at Tommy’s cock.  “what you doing looking at his dick anyways!?” he continued.
	The comments to Tommy fell away and Terry became a friend of the newcomer.
	“Don’t let those guys bug you,”  Terry said, “if they do, use this.” And he handed over a small handheld object.  A gadget.  An EMAD.
	Tommy was ghasted.  “Whow!” he exclaimed being wowed and ahed at the same time.  He knew instantly what it was.
	“It aint fantastic or has a lot of abilities,” said new friend Terry, “but it works, mate, it works!”

	And it did.
	Tommy was a little afraid at first to use the illegal to have in possession mind altering device.  Terry helped pave the way; after their shower they made their way down the red brick inlay walkway that semi-circled down the slight hill to the elongated classroom buildings where they found Zena Cha.  
	Zena Cha was a little taller than most her classmates, long black hair, bouncy titties, a sweet smile and a dynamite ass—all that packed into a fifteen year of cheerleader.  She was popular, likeable, friendly, and fuckable.  It was a given that she probably already had been.  Horndogs Tommy and Terry were apt to find out.

	Terry showed new friend Tommy the operation of the EMAD, a subtle use.  Being small and not with a lot of power they had to get close to their Subject.  Thankfully, their Subject was alone.  She walked briskly and therefore the first few attempts failed.  As she neared the Math & Science building Terry quickened his steps to narrow their space gap and finally nailed the girl—with the EMAD.
	Being late in the afternoon type time there wasn’t much activity in building of Math and Science; the first room inside the double doors was open and way into the back of the class to the storage room there the boys escorted their Subject.
	Terry began with the showing and revealing the truth of the EMADs abilities although it was a low-power device.  As he stood behind the tall Chinese-American with a slenderly great bod, he reached around to grope her breasts.
	Tommy stood with a raging hard-on and noted no change whatsoever in the freshman cheerleader’s face.  His cock surged, balls tightened, and a strange yearning encompassed him.  Terry’s hands groped the girl’s breasts, squeezing them then slipping underneath her light powder blue top.  The garment was raised to reveal her dainty matching blue bra.  Tommy shuddered and continued to eye with great awe his friend’s doings.
	Terry pulled off the girl’s top and then her bra.
	Tommy got the go-ahead from Terry and down to his knees he went, undoing Zena’s tight pants.  She was so slender, curved just right, and perfect for being a cheerleader.  His fingers trembled and fumbled as he undone the girl’s jeans, then calmed some as he tugged them down.
	Once more he was in awe as he stared at Zena in her also matching blue panties.  Bikini style and very snuggly befitting of her.  Though time was precious and not overly allotted to him, Tommy took the time to take in the girl in her undies.
	Then he got them down and off along with her pants.
	With the girl nude she was placed onto an old table and devoured—er, by the eyes, the hands, and then …
	Though Tommy had been nude with other guys (in the gym shower) he still felt a little odd being nude with new found friend Terry.  But Terry shucked his clothes and quickly went to groping on the befuddled mind stunned Zena.  Tommy wasn’t going to miss out and shucked his clothing—Terry did gawk at Tommy’s erection, nodded his head then went to work eating the girl’s pussy out leaving Tommy to do whatever the fuck he wanted to do in the meantime.
	Tommy didn’t know quite what to do—he stroked himself then took Zena’s hand and had HER stroke him; then he went to suckle on her breasts before crawling up onto her chest to place his hardness between her very supple and lovely breasts.  There he commenced to humping, bringing the girl’s breasts over his proud cum squirter.  He then brought Zena’s head up to have his kiss the head of his glistening orb.
	After a few minutes or so Tommy’s glistening orb was inside Zena’s mouth.  Behind him, Terry had finished “dinning on the half shell” and come up.  Zena’s legs were spread out and the horny teen equipped with an EMAD was schlepping his salami into her hot very trimmed and tight snatch.
	She was not a virgin—but not a slut, either.
	Terry made dutiful penetration and made quick work of screwing her.
	Tommy was both elated with the feeling of being awkward and embarrassed, too.  Slowly he dismounted and watched from behind as Terry put it to the girl.  Tommy stroked himself and in just a couple of minutes his new friend was unleashing a torrent of fresh hot teen spunk.
	After the initial release, the boy lay down on the sweaty cheerleader who was oblivious to have been screwed.  Tommy’s yearnings were mixed—he knew right from wrong, but there was more to it than that.  Much more.
	There was Zena’s pussy—coated and leaking with cum.
	There was Terry’s ass, his ball sac, his cock.
	Tommy felt himself strangely drawn—though lo he wanted to schlep his own salami into Zena’s cunt—he wanted to rub himself against Terry’s ass, squirt cum onto the boy’s balls, and everything else.
	Terry probably wouldn’t go for it.
	Tommy got his turn at Zena’s cunt after Terry slipped off onto the floor saying “Sloppy seconds!” Tommy didn’t know what that meant but he slid his dong into the girl’s cunt and happily never minded that he was “second” in doing so.

	Once Tommy got the hang of the EMAD, he got to borrow it and be on his own.  Janna Barwicky had a definite nice body; and though lo as previously stated—Tommy Hyatte liked girls his age, a year or two older as well as younger, twelve year old Janna hit the spot.

	There was a park not far from the school; it was along the normal route for kids who attended the school with houses on one side and a bit of wilderness before the great desert beyond.  And there wasn’t much to speak of of the wilderness—it was mostly old dead trees and shrub trees, great boulders, and the remains of homes that used to be.
	There were plenty of places to “hide” in that wilderness, plenty of place to make way into the Forbidden Zone and then there be unseen.  Tommy had to get within eight feet of Janna and direct her to make her way to one of the openings.  
	Being in open public, though, was a problem—Tommy didn’t want to be seen in the company of Janna but he had to maintain a closeness to direct her to where to go without being right up against her and directing her himself.
	‘Go Straight.’ Was the command prompt on the small view screen on the EMAD—kinda of like the hi-tech camera of the day.  
	‘Turn Left—Go Straight—Continue Straight—Stop.’
	Negotiating into the wilderness required some bending over to make the wooden fence surrounding the property.  Luckily there didn’t seem to be anyone around close at hand so Tommy bent Janna over and guided her thru the fence.  Then, holding her hand he escorted her to a secluded spot.
	Then, up against the remaining quarter wall of a stucco home from long ago, Tommy sized up Janna.  Up close and personal.  She was awesome.  Very.  Then slowly and almost expertly he began lowering the girl’s pants.
	His cock nearly fired off right then and there.
	He ached.
	He moaned.  Dainty white panties with pink trim.  Nice—real nice.
	He came.
	Feeling the sticky fluid from his schlong soiling his tidy-whiteys he quickly sat up on his knees and got his beige pants and own undies down.  Sperm was jutting from his hardened prick and then his gaze returned to the cause of such.
	“Oh God!” he exclaimed.  There was no holding back, he took her undies down; Janna was even more remarkable than ever; her pussy was fantastic!  Fucking fantastic.  He never once thought of or considered the consequences of his doings or what he was doing (or contemplating.)  
	He stared at Janna’s poon; she was twelve had had just a light covering of pubic hair—it was soft, a little damp and Tommy was in love.  Using the back of his finger he explored the nuances of the girl’s sex; pressing inward a little, working his way into a thither.

	At length he couldn’t stand it—to frolic with his prize was something that had to come second.  And speaking of cumming…
	It was a little awkward but he managed to get the girl down on the ground and there he did open her legs.  More cum squirted from his prick splashing onto Janna’s virgin pussy.  Tommy tried to hold off but eventually masturbated to cum fully onto the delicious cunt then he placed his cum shooter onto the slit and there he did hump.
	While humping the sun basted his bare ass.
	Grass and dirt, stickers, and bugs got into his shoes and socks; his knees grinded into the hard ground and biting insects took pleasures onto his burning ass.
	All that mattered not as he took his own pleasures working his lust onto Janna’s body working off her top and equally dainty bra.  Marveling a moment at her pre-teen breasts he took them to his mouth and suckled them causing his cock to become enraged and throb hard against Janna’s cunt.

	Damned be all (against nature); Tommy stripped off all of his clothes and then got Janna completely out of hers.  Consequences be damned, too; like say if he should get caught or be seen or something.  He wanted to “go down” on the girl but there wasn’t time—his cock demanded to penetrate the girl and that was all there was to it.
	Breeching virgin territory was something—there was resistance, of course, but Tommy’s determination was more.  After knocking at the membrane door a gave a thrust and decimated the hymen giving cause for Janna to make a slight yelp.
	For a couple of seconds the very pretty girl was “aware.”
	Tommy hurriedly worked the mind altering device to recapture her brain waves and manipulate them into a state of zombiehood.  With that done and the panic settled, Tommy got with the thrusting albeit fucking.

	Janna made some facial expressions, sure, but according to the EMAD, she was still his to control.  Tommy eased most of his teenage prick into her pre-teen cunt.  There was some discomfort—to both of them, but it was tolerable and Tommy came all the way.
	When finally the ride was over, Tommy was exhausted.  He was happily humping-humping-humping when suddenly,
	“OH MY GOD!”

	Tommy whirled off of Janna to see a woman, a woman in a park ranger uniform.  So stunned was she at coming up on Tommy and Janna that her mind was overwhelmed.  She wasn’t sure if something in the hanky-panky department was going or what.  It wasn’t clear at first if Tommy was older than the obviously younger Janna.
	That confirmation came in the next second.
	The ranger woman backed up still stunned but fumbling for one of the many weapons she had as well as trying to get her walkie-talkie keyed up.  Tommy reacted faster and zapped the woman with the EMAD.  Then, with his personal cell phone, called his new best friend Terry.
	Terry was there in less than ten minutes.

By the numbers
	No self control.
	No thought of deed (or misdeed.)
	No fear.
	The pursuit of pussy was all there was.  He didn’t particularly think of himself as a cad—it was just for the pursuit of pleasure.  There were girls who were of high school age (and older) that were more possibles, but the younger ones; young teens, junior high, middle school, elementary—those girls were cuter and more desirable.
	Janna had been a start.  After Janna, Tommy wanted ALL girls he saw.  His cock ached; every girl was potential.  Every one!  There were some problems—some of the “equipment” the girls wore to detect the EMAD was a little alarming.  Thankfully, though, though the EMAD could be detected IN USE it couldn’t be determined who had it.  Audible alarms there were alerting both Predator and Prey.
	Getting the park ranger gal naked had been a treat—one of those unexpected extra special treats.  Terry had taken charge of her; Tommy was still enamored with Janna.

	He made no compunctions about the out and out kidnap for sexual conquest against Hanna.  It was kidnapping for sexual purposes—but teenage Tom Adrian Hyatte didn’t see it that way.  After Janna there were more to conquer and be satisfied.  A girl a couple years even younger than Janna was horndog Tommy’s next vest; she was a tall girl (for her age), long straight blond hair, nice bod.
	Outgoing, friendly, and in the company of several others, Sara Karney was picked out as the most desirable.  Of course, the company of which Sara was in with also piqued Tom’s interest.

	But like Janna, when Sara was at last by herself—making way to the park’s bathroom, Tommy zapped her.  His first attempt failed—so did the second and third and nearly the fourth.  In between “attempts” the girl walked, was halted, then she jerked—looked around strangely, then continued on.
	When Tommy finally had gotten close enough he discovered that the nearly eleven year old had pissed her pants.  Oops.  That could be a problem; with Janna, it was a mere rest after devirginizing her and loving on her, then returning her to where she had been after cleaning her up a bit (using the ranger’s adult panties to do the cleaning up job.)  Janna was none the aware of what had happened to her—she stood in the near exact spot she last was before having her mind zapped—there was discomfort in her cunny region but that could easily be contributed to her growing into womanhood had having the beginning stages of getting her period.
	The EMAD Terry had barrowed to Tommy was lacking in some of the more potent powers of better models, but it had a unique ability of Mind Sway—sending commands to the Subject/Target mind not only to have said Subject/Target “walk thru a serious of commands” but also accept small single sentence instruction.
	Like?
	Like “you like fingering yourself” (your sex specifically)
	More pertinent mind commands required a more steadfast one-on-one instruction with repeated commands given to ensure that the Subject accept the instructions.  The joy of masturbation, going naked, a desire to see a boy, a desire to play with a boy’s pee-pee, a desire to suck a boy’s pee-pee, and so on.  It took time and time was precious.  Janna would have to wait while Tommy went thru his list of desirables; he made a mental note to “get back to her”.
	Meanwhile, there was Sara.
	Sara had pissed ‘em good; her pants of non-jean type off red were soaked good.  Tommy, of course, felt responsible ‘cause he was.  The girl had been making her way to the bathroom not just to check herself in the cracked dirty mirror or fart in private or check the paper towel dispenser.  She had to pee.  Having her young mind lambasted time after time caused her to become unable to “hold” herself and she wet.
	That would be embarrassing and for the first time—Tommy felt some remorse.  Gently, though, while still having the girl’s mind to command, he got her to move around the stucco building bathroom and out into the wilderness section just beyond.

	Unlike with Janna, Tommy took his time with Sara.
	While Sara stood still, Tommy pulled off her short sleeved shirt that was out of style for her age group.  It seemed new; a white garment with flowers in small ½ inch rows with another design separating.  It was one of those long tailed shirts actually a size or two too big for her and was not tucked in.
	Maybe it was a new style, she certainly wasn’t from a poor family; she had a nice watch, shoes, and the clothing was good.  A nice bra greeted Tommy once he got the girl’s shirt off.  She didn’t have much in the titty department—not much at all.  But there was enough to grope, squeeze and pinch the nipples and get a serious erection for.
	Once the bra was removed Tommy got on his knees, undone the girl’s pants, and pushed the soiled garment down.  His eyes lingered (and lusted) at Sara’s pissy panties.  Somehow he seemed more turned on and invigorated.  His hands went to the girl’s butt, squeezing the flesh there while his mouth took in the young ten year old breasts.
	His lust began to skyrocket taking his desire higher and higher.
	She was SOOOO lovely!
	With his hands inside her panties squeezing bare skin his lust for her permeated to his very soul.  Down came Sara’s panties and down to the ground she went.  Tommy continued to suckle on her young developing breasts, cupping her ass with one hand while another hand furiously undone his own clothing.

	With his cock against Sara’s bare hairless cunt, young Tommy humped.  A slow process at first, grinding against her virgin slit stretching out his prick’s skin.  Caressing her face his lust grew insanely intense.  His body tightened and a sunburn began on his exposed bare skin.
	As the intensity of his lust increased exponentially his decorum for decency was swallowed up and became nevermore.  This allowed him to part Sara’s legs and began driving his cock into her sex.
	Sara finally made facial expressions as the penetration to her vagina began.  Being young the presence of something more than a finger intruding her alerted her—but her mind was in lockdown mode and so only a facial expression could she manage.  Something was going on but she didn’t know what.
	Tommy took his time battling with his need to “get in there!” and be gentle about it.  The head of his cock wrangled its way into her virgin cunny with some degree of determination.  Lifting himself up a bit at an angle the manipulation of his throbbing hard thrust monster pressed in and all about.

	It was that dire determination of “get in there” that did the trick, though.  Sara, like Janna, made a yelp of awareness.  Tommy broke the membrane; it was awkward managing to keep himself up off the girl, keeping himself angled so as he could see himself penetrated the virgin cunny; keeping his body locked and rigid, and enjoy the deed he was doing.
	Sara continued to make facial expressions as well as moan and move her arms and legs about.  Tommy guided into her half the length of his teenhood before pulling out.  Her panties nearby were already soiled so he used them to wipe off the blood from her broken-in cunt.  His own undies he used to wipe his dick and balls.
	Thereafter he continued his pursuit of lust and deflowering but still only managed half the length of his sex into Sara’s sex.  But that was ok, it felt terrific just the same—his cock swelled, lengthened, and unleashed a torrent of hot sticky love cream.
	A fury of pumps there was with Sara virtually coming out of her mind’s stupor and being fully aware.  Tommy slowed his progress of thrusting into her and allowed his cock to pulsated and cum.
	He shuddered just as much as thrusting—the release of his liquid love was just as good as having it released via the normal method.  He did pump some after the initial jutting of cum, but pulled out to hump the fucked cunt and spill even more cum.
	Tommy’s energy level was done.  He lay partly on the girl, kissing on her, sucking her tiny breasts, and fingering her.  Sara was partially aware and it frightened Tommy into calling once more for his equally horny friend.
	Again, in less than ten minutes the horny teen was “Johnny-on-the-spot” and after working the commands of the EMAD had Sara under full control.  She would have no knowledge of what had happened to her.  The missing panties would be attributed to the fact that she hadn’t made it to the bathroom as intended and pissed in them—so she used them to wipe herself and then let her pants air dry in the sun outside on the lee side of the building where she wouldn’t be seen.  While she let her pants dry, she masturbated and it felt so good she used a stick and then a beer bottle that had a long neck to simulate a boy’s cock.
	That would explain the missing undies and her sore pussy.
	She would then go on without ever being aware of being raped.

*

Zantor returns
	It was all she could think of—HE was all she could think of.
	Zantor.
	There were others—Santhos, Gortho, Argoth, Nurl, Shul, Morthos and a dozen more others—and a dozen more others.  But Zantor was the first.  
	Gangbang.
	Gangbanged.
	Vera had been alienated.
	Gangbanged by aliens.  It was not unlike one of those new stories on those “other” papers at the local supermarket check-out stand.  But in Vera’s case it was kept private and confidential.  No one knew or could explain what had happened to her—or the green slimy gunk that had coated her body when she had been found.  A series of hot baths and a chemical wash finally rid her of the gunky slime (most of which some bright forward thinking doctor kept in a jar…)
	A couple of days in the hospital for “tests” and then it was home for a couple of day’s bed rest.  She wasn’t quite the same—and never would be.
	Zantor was on her mind.  Zantor was on her mind.  Zantor was on her mind—in her mind—in her body.  A tingling sensation existed in her cunny—an unsatisfied tingling that couldn’t be satisfied by any normal means.
	Any normal means.
	Two days after returning home for prescribe bed rest, one paperwork filing from being confined to a small padded room—Vera was making way out to the desert again.
	All the while she drove she fingered herself.  She couldn’t stop.  Her pussy was on fire and only the strange alien cock of Zantor could satisfy it.  Zantor and dozen of other alien cock…

	Zantor came unto her—onto her; he had never met such a human creature as the one called “Vera.”  Due to her name he was unable to correctly pronounce but he came close.  Most human “subjects” were willing—but they had help (in the manner of an alien EMAD).  Just enough umph from the Device to lull the human captive so as she would not be so difficult.
	Never, though, in all the times Zantor and his crew had come to the strange blue planet had a captive returned!

	At first Zantor wasn’t sure if it was Vortor (Vera) but upon closer inspection he discovered that she was!  All humans were about the same to Zantor; some had a different color to them, some were tall, some were short, some were two humans in one!  But there, too, was a curious smell about the human creature, all of Zantor’s people had one smell.
	Vortor was a talkative creature, she babbled on and on and on—mostly with curious questions.  One of Zantor’s crewmates asked “why don’t you shut her up?” Gortho had grown weary of the human’s incessant babble.  Zantor, though, found it intoxicating.  There were other human females on board the Celestri so Gortho left Zantor and Vortor to themselves.

	Small hauting breaths she made as the penetration of Zantor’s alien schlong invaded her cunny.  From the onset she wanted to be the one in control, to teach the green skinned alien the proper way to fuck a human.  But as soon as Zantor’s mahee (alien word for cock) entered her and began to swell, whatever Vera (Vortor) wanted to teach was obliterated.
	Vera tried moving herself into a better position and when she did so she found her legs moving back.  Zantor seemed to reposition himself and cling to her; Vera clung to her alien lover and felt his mahee swelling even more.
	But then there was something more…

	There was no way to explain it—Vera fluttered her eyes and felt the strange need to use the bathroom.  To GO to the bathroom for the purposes of relieving herself.  She had to poop!
	But no.
	No, that wasn’t it.
	It wasn’t something trying to go OUT of her—rather that there was something trying to get IN!
	Vera’s face suddenly exploded in a wash of astonishment.  Sex was one thing, she had given head (occasionally but not often); she had given handjobs—again, occasionally.  But taking it in the ass was one method of pleasing a man she had not ventured to.  It was disgusting and not that pleasurable to her.
	Apparently, though, it was so to Zantor.
	What baffled Vera was how was he accomplishing such a feat?  His alien dick was comfortably pleasing her pussy—how was he, too, schlepping her asshole?  As far as Vera could tell, he had two arms and two legs.  As for fingers, there were three—on each hand.  Four toes—on each foot.

	She hadn’t actually seen his cock, it was a pubis bone hidden in a sheath that wasn’t exposed until sexual intercourse.  It baffled Vera completely, then; as Vera settled into being fucked AND sodomized—she realized what must be true—Zantor the alien from Center Obdobi Prime had not one but TWO dicks!

*

you think you know someone—
	turns out you do…
	“Say Mel,” Flo said to Mel one slow day at the diner, “you think you could do little ole me a favor?”
	“For you, I’d fuck a battleship, twice!”
	Flo didn’t have any idea what that meant, ‘but speaking of fucking.’
	Flo had a visiting niece.
	A teenage visiting niece.
	She was a little naïve in regards to the matter of SEX.
	She was shy, an introvert, and horny.
	Mel thought it over—about two seconds.

	He knew he was a dog, a scum sucking bottom feeding fish, a dirty rotten pond scummy scumbag—but pussy was pussy and when the opportunity to score some righteous teenage pussy without repercussions that as a bonus was offered—that just couldn’t be passed up. 
	So Mel didn’t.
	Shandra was the teenage fuck piece.  Short dark brown hair, blue eyes, glasses.  She wasn’t frumpy, but very-very shy.  She wore good clothes, came from a good family—but she was an introvert, a bookworm, and naïve in the magical ways of sex.
	With the glasses off, the girl looked a little better.  With her clothes off…
	Of course, that took a little doing.
	Strangely, Mel didn’t go the liquoring the girl up, he felt that that would be wrong!  Imagine!  Instead, PORNO was in order.  Flo had some porno and it was the easiest way to school an unschooled girl in all the ways of sex—depraved or otherwise.
	Then, Mel and Flo showed the naïve girl the wonders of “gettin’ it on” up close and personal.  It was more of an eye opener than what was depicted on the videos.

	At length, after one round of out and out sex, masturbation, cunnilingus and the Presidential, Shandra was brought in—she had to undress first and that helped Mel get “hard” again.  He needed the stimuli as his torpedo had just about done all humping in and on his harlot waitress.
	Shandra had a nice bod—‘specially naked.
	She was embarrassed but liked the accolades Mel gave to her.
	Flo began the instruction on the method and manner of giving a blow job to a guy.  Mel couldn’t keep his eyes off of the naked beauty; she had a trimmed snatch, nice sized teenage titties, and was a virgin.  That was virtually unheard of!
	Flo masterfully manipulated Mel’s deck gun revealing the expert way in which to get a man hard (and keep him that way).  Then she sucked it, starting with the head; rolling her tongue about the super sensitive crown, then masterfully working a hand up and down the shaft while the other fondled the hairy testicles.
	Using her thumb, Flo teased the crown, squeezing the shaft (and balls) until a jut of cum began to spurt.  Then she gobbled the dong, going all the way down the shaft increasing her vacuum ability until Mel was about out of his mind.
	Just before he blew off a load—Flo ceased her actions and got her niece to take over.  Mel rolled his eyes, clenched himself and endured.  He sorta-kinda wanted to shoot his load in her sweet teenage mouth—but then wanted to wait and blow the load in and on her pussy—her face, tits, ass…
	Shandra found cocksucking not too well to her liking.  She made a face and gagged some; she made an unpleasant face as juts of Mel’s spunk spewed into her mouth.  Flo squeezed Mel’s dick at the base causing him to shudder—he wasn’t quite able to keep his torpedo from launching and a bit of man juice filled Shandra’s mouth anyway.
	Mel was in a bad way; Flo teased him but couldn’t let the man go in agony any longer; it was time.  Shandra was positioned up onto the lap of her “uncle”—his beefy tube steak right up against her body.  Mel gripped her ass, squeezed and was virtually cumming off right then and there.
	Somehow he managed to hold off but it wasn’t easy.
	He had, of course, wanted to eat her out, a little spank and tickle, and so on but there was no time.  Rising the girl up he managed his cock into the girl’s virgin sex.  The girl’s own weight brought her down onto Mel’s ramming rod—she made a slight yelp as her hymen was obliterated then the interior of her cunny filled with serious fuck meat.

	It had been a long time since last ole Mel Selprah had fucked a teenage girl.  He liked it!  A lot!  He didn’t quite make the two minute mark; great squirts of his love cream spewed graciously into Shandra’s cunt; his cock and balls were coated in broken cherry juice and cum.
	Shandra didn’t feel her first fuck particularly thrilling—it was more discomforting than anything else.  She clung to the man and endured—it was all she could do.
	Flo caressed the girl, mostly patting her ass and getting horny all over again.  Mel had quite a cock and it pleased her greatly.  Shandra visibly was distressed but trying to get into it.
	After unleashing a torrent of cum, Mel’s energy fell greatly.  He still held onto the girl, though, admiring her sweaty body (‘specifically her breasts).  While he rested, Flo took Shandra to the bathroom.  They showered and Mel napped.
	Half an hour later…
	Flo and her niece returned and Shandra seemed a little better—and different, too—her pussy was shaven!  Mel liked—a lot!  It was time for the young niece to learn the fancil method of oral/cunnilingus.  Mel was already satisfied from the great sex with the girl and so he could take his time.
	Shandra, though, was actually ready to get dicked.
	She got tongued instead—and liked it (a lot!)

	Mel thoroughly enjoyed Shandra’s clean shaven poon, he nuzzled it, drove his tongue and finger into her freshly fucked cunt, cupped her ass and shoved a finger into her equally virgin asshole.  All over the girl’s cunt Mel licked, lapped, and nipped.  It sent the young teen into an euphoric state of being where she rolled and twisted oddly on the sofa, tweaking and pinching her own nipples.
	Flo sitting nearby couldn’t let it go and after much ado about fingering her own cunt thrilled Mel by squatting onto her niece’s face!  She did!  Shandra performed the same action onto her aunt as her “uncle” was performing onto her!
	This lasted three minutes.
	Mel’s tongue wore out and his cock Admiral Schlong demanded attention.  Eyeing Flo’s ass, Shandra’s tongue licking out her aunt’s cunt totally put Mel into fuck mode.  His missile was once more squirting cum but he more control.  For half a minute he simply rubbed his throbbing monster all over the girl’s cunt area.  Then, placing her legs up on his shoulders he made the end-round-attack (submarine term) and DIVE! DIVE! DIVE!

	Both Shandra and Flo freaked out with Flo squashing her womanly cunt onto her niece’s teenage face.  Her own juices were flowing—inasmuch as were Shandra’s.  Mel dove deep managing to most of his manhood into her sex before beginning to pull out.
	For tantalization effect he humped the girl’s cunt then shoved it back in and began to pump.  Flo spanked herself and was cumming onto her niece’s face.  Mel spanked Shandra and began to chortle—his cock was spurting fresh hot spunk into the girl’s cunt while Flo’s juices were coating her face.
	Before two minutes were up and before he came off totally, Mel pulled out and dragged himself up Shandra’s lovely teen body and poked his way into Flo’s asshole.
	“OH MEL!” she cried out.  
	Mel held her self onto her niece; her cunt was on fire, her juices were flowing and it was the best sex ever since the 3rd Armored Division got stranded the winter before…
	
*

naughty is as naughty does
	The EMAD was warm in his hands—too much use?
	Nah, couldn’t be that—he was only on his fourth girl for the day.
	Abby Cooly, Bonnie Dane, Carlie Efram, had come prior for the horndog Tommy Hyatte.  Beth Arny was his fourth girl and his cock was beginning to wear the fuck out.  But he was still driven and couldn’t help himself.
	Abby Cooly was a lovely eleven year old Tommy had caught sight of the girl making her way to the park bathroom.  Tommy zapped her and easily manipulated her into the wilderness.  (hey, this is getting to be a habit!)
	Abby was a cutey—they all are.  Silky light brown hair, a sweet-sweet face, a sharp petite nose, and perfect white teeth.  A short sleeved shirt with a girlie undershirt with a simple beginner’s bra.  The girl didn’t have much in the titty department and that actually suited Tommy who preferred girls with small titties.
	Short britches, just to the knees, non-jean type she wore, too.  The girl was in need of going to the bathroom.  Tommy had been turned on when Sara had pissed her pants.   In the seclusion of the wilderness Tommy pulled Abby’s pants down; he was greeted by green tinted undies with a floral print.	Tommy liked girl’s panties and had a small collection of them, too.
	A little bit of pee was beginning to stream thru the crotch of the panty, Tommy got his cock and furiously began to masturbate watching as the girl peed thru her undies.  Somehow it was invigorating; he moaned and watched as gravity and pressure to be relieved took over and a serious stream of urine began to spew.
	It was fucking fantastic!
	Of course the stream of pee soiled the girl’s pants but that was ok, Tommy helped the girl out of her clothes, spread them out so the sun would dry them, then laid the naked eleven year old out on the ground and “went down” on her.
	He never minded the fresh taste of piss and happily with vigor and vim licked, lapped, and nipped.  Young Abby lay completely unaware.  Tommy’s hands went exploring all over the girl’s nakedness; spreading open her pussy and allowing his eyes to gawk at her virginity.  He moaned more as his eyes took in the girl’s body, her sex, everything.  His cock surged and with a quick look around for security’s sake he began the dirty deed of deflowering.

	Bonnie Dane made it the wilderness spot Tommy had designated to be optimum for his shenanigans in relative security.  Like the other girls, she had been on her way to the park’s bathroom in desperate need to pee.  Tommy managed to get her pants and panties down before the stream of urine began to spew from her cunny.
	Like with the other girls, the act of the girl urinating enthralled Tommy and he watched her pee while standing up.  Carefully he got her out of her pants and panties, then her top.  Bonnie was ten years young and damn cute.  Dark hair, dark eyes, dainty nose, delectable all over.  Her breasts were like that of aspirin on an ironing board.  Tommy smoothed his hand over her chest, then around to her back and then to her ass.  
	Tommy began to melt.  That ass.  Well, any ass (of a girl) was fantastic.  It was warm, soft, and fit his hand just right.  His cock surged and jutted a bit of cum.  Bonnie made no noise or anything, she peed, finished peeing, remained standing with her mind blocked.
	For a strange reason—Tommy felt something for her.
	He had so with the other girls but had been too horny to bust their virgin poons to pay attention to the “feeling” he had.  With Bonnie he was taking his time.  He was tired, the day was getting late, and his cock though thoroughly enjoying busting young girls—was wearing out.

	Into Bonnie’s mouth his tongue began to explore—his arms about the naked girl he held and squeezed her, caressing her ass to his delight—and he delighted in it delightfully!  His passion exceeded what he had had before that was proclaimed as “passion.”  There seemed to be a fine line between Passion and Lust.  Tommy didn’t care, his heart beat hard against the bare chest of the ten year old, he squeezed her, mouthed her, laid her down…

	By the time the sun had dried Bonnie’s pants and panties, Bonnie Dane was no longer a virgin.  She had made faces when her young cunny had been breeched and almost—almost became aware of herself.  Tommy had to go a full five minutes before unleashing his love cream.  Talk about melting!  He collapsed onto the naked child and was virtually useless for several minutes.
	Gathering himself he fingered Bonnie’s broken-in cunt, sucked on her breasts and wished his dick was hard enough to try a go at her virgin poop chute.  He lay against the girl caressing her, smoothing his hand all over her with specific attention to her cunt.
	Finally he dressed her and returned her to where she had last been.
	The EMAD seemed abnormally warm and so he took a break at the nearby snack shack.  It was there he encountered Carlie Efram.  She was eleven and had a fantastic little body.  She had something of a chest, too; braces, glasses, and a fantastic little body compiled into a nifty adoration for horndog Tommy.
	She was, of course, though—accompanied by a small bevy of other girls.  They, too, had nifty little bods and Tommy wondered if Terry’s EMAD could do multiples?  He couldn’t help but smile to himself in wonderment—and desire.  Five-six-seven little girls—wow, it would be something to have all of them; stripping them down.
	He wondered casually if he could spank them?
	Well, he was breaching their virgin cunnies and they only made a minor facial expression suggesting awareness.  He admired the girls, lusted, and desired them deeply.  Each one seemed special, different—unique personalities.  Each girl he saw with his sperm dripping off of their sweet little faces; laying naked glistening in the Summer sun, their young cunnies bald and beautiful.
	Eventually, though, the bevy of girls dispersed.  Carlie and another girl began making their way across the park when Carlie stopped and made an about-face.  Bathroom.  Tommy wished the other girl would have come along but she went on.

	By the time Tommy got Carlie to his special spot—she was in the midst of peeing.  Tommy jerked her clothing down and watched her pee.  he got so turned on by it!  It was a good steady stream and he barely had time to get his dick out and put it up against her pussy to have her urine wet his dick.
	He hugged the girl, squeezed her ass, fingered her hole and discovered that the near eleven year old wasn’t a virgin.  This discovery turned Tommy on even more.  She wasn’t a slut, but clearly wasn’t a virgin, either.  Into her sex he went finding his cock went nicely inward without meeting resistance.  Cupping the girl’s ass with one hand and supporting his body with the other he began to fuck.

Beth
	Beth Arny was the last girl for the day.  The day was just about done with and a new group of peoples would be invading the park for the coming evening and it was wise for the young people to vamoose.  Bethany Arny, like the other girls, had a nice bod.  She was barely ten, barely; long silky red flaming red hair, a beautiful face, playful and friendly, and Tommy wanted to see her naked—peeing.
	Beth wasn’t in the need to pee, that was ok; Tommy got her naked and enjoyed her just the same.  One piece of clothing at a time, her shoes, socks, and then…
	After getting her orange top off he found a flat chest.  No bra was needed ‘cause she was flat as “an ironing board.”  Then Tommy slid her beige pants down discovering that she had no panties on!  Tommy was turned on and found himself quickly naked for the umpteenth time that day and laid his seriously hard and seriously aching cock right against the girl’s virgin entrance.  He didn’t think he had any more cum to give—but he was willing try.
	The softness of the girl’s body was pretty good, with each girl he tried to find something new—something different.  With Beth it was her super fine soft skin.  To her super fine hairless cunt he seriously humped, pressing the shaft into the slit and humping.  She was a wee bit too young to actually put his dick into.  Both her pussy and asshole were too small, too virginal.  She would need the dick of a boy her age or a year older to “break her in.”
	Tommy wondered.
	In the meantime—he humped and humped and found great thrill in doing so.  Thrill without actually making penetration!  It was amazing!  After some humping he moved up the girl’s body to hump the space between her titties.

	Tilting her head forward he got her to kiss the head of his aching cock; his balls were scrunched up on her chest and there was a unique feeling between Agony and Pleasure.  Slowly he moved up and got his cock into the girl’s mouth.  By then the darkness of the evening was coming on fast and his desire to really fuck her began anew.
	Soon he was back to humping on her pussy, bringing her legs up along his chest with great effort to poke his way into her asshole.  that was a no-go and would require much more effort and probably a little grease to pave the way.  She was just too little in body size (but still good to hump on.)

	Determination being dire and the consequences low—Tommy took Beth further out into the wilderness, right up next to where the desert started.  There he went a little far as he tied the girl up—she was beginning to come out of the stupor induced by the EMAD and it was a wise thing to do.  After blindfolding her he commenced to increasing his lustful desire.
	That would be spanking.
	Spanking a young girl’s bare ass was a pretty good turn on.
	His cock was in agony.
	He wanted to jerk off, he wanted to shove it into Beth’s asshole, pussy, mouth, and coat her face with his jiz—but his cock wanted to be left alone.  Beth squirmed some as the effects of the EMAD wore off—and the EMAD was very warm and not seemingly as functional as it had been.
	A strange new feeling enveloped Tommy, he thought of himself as a good guy and not evil.  But sex was a power that could not be ignored.  Tommy found himself NOT himself—the unseen Rain Frisco did have a little something to do with that.  But Rain was not physically involved—he wasn’t sure for certain how he was involved at all in the first place.
	After warming up Beth’s tender ass, Tommy applied his tongue.  Mostly it was into the crack to diddle the girl’s hole.  He admired the girl’s ass, the crack, the hole, and the hairless pussy.  It gave cause for his cock to throb and give penetration one more try.
	Using spittle and pre-cum he anointed Beth’s rim then began seriously finger fucking the hole prepping it for the bigger finger.  Tommy liked what he was doing but felt a little bad about it, too.  But he couldn’t help himself and though a part of him wanted to back away—another pressed himself against the girl’s inflamed ass and his teenage cock pushing into her virgin pooper.
	What a guy!

*

	There was no doubt that something had happened to Vera.  As to exactly what remained to be seen.  She was a goofball and believed in everything Extraordinary.  Vera had taken a “few days” off, early vacation.  Then she had once more “vanished.”  This time, though, she left a note “don’t look for me” indicating that she had gone off to “find herself.”
	Alice was worried for her friend.  It was difficult to believe in aliens when they hadn’t been seen up close and personal.  Vera was a weird person and there was no telling what had happened to her—even Vera herself didn’t know.
	She was the topic of conversation on everyones lips at the diner and all over town.  Alice didn’t know what to think and just hoped that the “dingbat” was alright.  
	Tommy was supposed to be at school practicing soccer—Alice sort of doubted it.  He was more likely at their apartment screwing Beth, his girlfriend.
	Wrong.
	Alice pulled up to her designated spot as quietly as a late model station wagon could then waited patiently in the car.  Then, slowly, she crept out and went around the building to the backdoor.  The patio wasn’t much, really, but had a backdoor from the kitchen.  Alice eased into the darkened apartment and heard “giggling” from down the hall.  She smiled herself and slowly made her way hitting the short wall from the kitchen counters that separated the kitchen from the tiny utility area and the backdoor.  Somehow she managed not to scream and give herself away.  But her toe of her sore aching foot was pain.
	Down the hall she went nearly sliding against the wall as she came up to the hall bathroom.  Inside was Beth (teenage Beth) with two children, Arlene-6 and Bryan age eight.  They were naked.  They were all naked with the kids in the bathtub with Beth giving them a bath.  Arlene and Bryan were sister and brother and Beth was babysitting.
	Beth was doing a little more than “babysitting.”
	Alice watched as Beth magnificently masturbated both Bryan and Arlene; despite their young ages, Alice was turned on.  She almost gave herself away with her utterance of “oooooh”.  She lusted, she yearned, she desired to do what Beth was doing (and more!)

	At length, Beth got into the bathtub with the kids, positioning herself behind Bryan.  Then, after stroking the youngster’s prong and getting in mediocarically hard, she coaxed Arlene to “suck it.”
	It wasn’t Arlene’s first time.  The six year old happily engulfed her brother’s pud; Beth caressed the boy’s butt as well as fondled his young hairless testicles.  Though young, the eight year old boy got a satisfying hard-on.
	At length, Beth had the two kids up against her; Bryan peed on her while Arlene stood up allowing Beth to lick and finger out her young pussy.  The girl was turned around and BENT over—so as to allow Beth to get into the girl’s crack and have a time there.  And with Bryan’s cock nice and hard, Beth expertly guided him into his sister’s hole.
	After much ado of frolicking in the tub the trio got out and it was the kids who dried off their babysitter.  Bryan got to suckle Beth’s titties while Beth masturbated him.  
	When everyone was dry they collected their clothes and scampered to the bedroom Beth was now sharing with Tommy.  Beth had left her single Dad and with Alice’s permission moved in with them.  She didn’t explain why she left and Alice let it be.  (of course, Alice DID have a slight ulterior motive for allowing the naughty girl into her home…)
	On the bed she shared with Tommy, too, the naughty teen got Bryan into Fuck Me position.  Gripping the youngster’s ass she maneuvered him to whereas his pud good grind right into her groove.  Arlene was right there among them fingering herself, being fingered, and giggling.
	Bryan soon managed his pud into Beth’s crevice and with Beth’s hands on his little butt Let the Fucking Begin!
	The spying Alice stood silently (as possible) in the hallway fingering herself desiring muchly to be among them.  Thru the crack in the door she could see Bryan’s ass, his hairless little ball sack, and his pud sliding in and out of Beth’s cunt.  A quandary was Alice in—what was she so horny about, Beth, Bryan?  The sex act itself?  She knew that she wanted to have sex with Beth, that was a given.  She wanted to taste Beth’s cunt—with a side note of having licking up her son’s cum from the furry teen’s snatch, too!
	But what of Bryan?  Alice didn’t want to admit it, but the boy was cute and there, too, was a deep seeded desire to have the boy doing to her what he was doing to Beth.  She even wanted him to PEE on her!  Alice wanted to suck the boy’s cock and balls and have him fuck her fevered cunt!
	And then there was Bryan’s sister, Arlene…

*

	The sound of someone crying caught his attention.  The hour was late and if he continued to dawdle he would have to come up with an excuse for his lateness getting home.  He was getting hungry, too—and stanky.  He thought of heading to the diner where his Mom worked; being the son of a waitress he got freebies and Mel’s cooking wasn’t bad.
	But the crying was a distraction.  Searching the area of the park he found the source, a wee little lassy all alone.  Pity.  She was no more than six years young, serious blond hair, brilliant blue eyes, creamy white skin.  She had pissed in her jeans and was very frightened.
	Tommy to the rescue!
	Sort of.

	There wasn’t much to do to a six year old and Tommy knew that whatever he did would for certain condemn him.  Once more though, he succumbed to the unnatural forces and stripped the little girl to her skin.  Her panties were way soiled as she had peed quite a lot.  Tommy’s cock ached terribly but desire to molest overwhelmed the ache.
	The EMAD for some reason wasn’t functioning properly.  No matter, it wouldn’t have worked on the six year old anyways—she was too young.  With the little girl upset and afeared as she was, Tommy had no problem whisking her away into the wilderness.  Once he had her clothes off and she fussed a little—he spanked her.  Once swift spank to her bared ass to get his point across.  Then, as she remained standing pressed up against him, he caressed and fondled her young body.
	What a cad!
	He knew it.
	He was sinking lower than dirt for his mis-shenanigans with the child.  But it wasn’t entirely his fault—an outside there was manipulating his unnatural desires.  But Tommy was, though, still operating somewhat and mostly what on his own free will.
	Standing up Tommy was—er, Linda was, right at the right height to give a blowjob.  It was, of course, her first.  Tommy guided her into the act—she didn’t seem too upset about the nakedness of Tommy before her OR his dick going up against her face OR she herself being naked.  She was upset ‘cause she was lost—a big family outing at the park and at the end of the festivities it was time to go home.  And she had been left behind.
	That sucks and was too bad for Linda.
	Good for Tommy, though…

	With his naughty severely aching cock pulsing into the girl’s mouth Tommy reeled in the devilish act.  How much lower could he sink?  His mind was virtually blank—the girl was too young for even anal penetration.  But he had heard scumbums on the nightly news having sex with young girls that young (and even younger.)
	Being so young, Linda could only take a little bit of Tommy’s dick; the head and not much of the shaft.  Tommy did better humping her face and he enjoyed that.  Laying her down he went down onto her licking out her young innocent cunny—never minding the serious presence of pee.
	The act of cunt munching only got Tommy seriously horny and up against her sex with his cock he did go humping with severe effort to cum.  But he was out of cum having had his way with the other girls of that day he was “empty.”
	But the act of humping pussy was pretty good.
	A little pre-cum managed to spurt from his piss slit, Tommy used it to lubricate Linda’s pussy and asshole.  Then using his fingers he probed the girl’s cunt and asshole while laying beside him sucking on her non-existent nipples.
	It was a good hump that resulted in a bit of squirt juice jutting onto Linda’s belly.  It was about all Tommy had, too.  He was awed to find not the milky cream that was sperm but the clear stickier goo that was something else.
	Desires wind were still with him but some semblance of decorum was with him, too.  He didn’t penetrate the girl any further—but he desired to do so.  Pussy, asshole, and in the mouth.  But it was enough just to have her to himself, to have her naked.  AND she wasn’t under the influence of the EMAD!
	Holding her, patting her butt, squeezing her butt along with fingering out her little cunt was thrill enough—along with humping on her body (all over.)
	Afterwards he dressed her, the “stain” evidence of her pissing her pants had mostly dried and due to the encroaching darkness hid what had happened.  Her confusion also aided in security allowing Tommy to take her to the corner malt shop where he got her some tasty treats.  In the shop’s light she was really a marvel—and a little dirty with twigs and leaves in her hair.  On the sly, Tommy removed the wilderness evidence.
	Just as they finished their treats—and Tommy scoped out some other babes in the establishment, a fury of police descended upon the park.  Continuing to be sly and coy, Tommy escorted his little prize out the door and ushered her to the police who were looking for her.

	Tommy made way home—he needed a shower and some sleep.  No more fucking—at least for a couple of days.  A week would be better.  It had been quite a day and he wondered what tomorrow would bring.
	To heck with tomorrow—there was something more awaiting him at home!