August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Fifteen
The Way of the Moone

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an unscheduled interruption
	Author’s Note:
	“We’ll be back to our regular program after this message.
	  The adventures of Eric, Emily, Derrick and Katey are not forgotten, just temporarily on hold and are due up shortly.  Honest.  Also, Cajus and Friend; those Damdens in the Desert, Zantor the Magnificent Being and his magnificent Beings return for an encore; Tony Macelli, his daughter, Angela, and her son, too.  A visit to the fleaspeck trailer park to revisit some characters there; there’s a visit to the houses along the Desert Hiway, Alton Nodden and his Outer Body Experience Extraordinaire! Madelynn, too.  And of course, Dom-not-the-entity.
	There, too, are others; there are more ideas & notions than time.
	Usually a particular theme/segment will run a few pages coming to some apex of some sort and then segue to another element/Main Character.  Sometimes, though, the Idea/Notion is strong and theme continues to run an entire chapter and bleed over into the next.
	Such is the case with Main Character Rain Frisco.
	Rain Frisco is summarily having the experience as Dom-not-the-entity and now Alton Nodden Out of Body Experience boy endured and are enduring.  There are a series of “experiences” Rain “sees” and is involved in; roughly ten.  To be included all in one chapter remains to be seen.
	Enjoy!”

Clouds of Rain
1

A new beginning
	“Never take someone for granted; Hold every person close to your heart; Because you might wake up one day; And realize that you've lost a diamond; While you were too busy collecting stones.”
	“Whoa!  That’s deep!”
	Rain swelled with pride and managed to hold in a fart so as not to spoil the moment.  Jurney nodded her head and jigged on the words the man had said.  The sun was rising, a new day was upon them.  Rain Frisco had choices, decisions to make and be made.  The desert had brought him; why he did not know.  His encounter with the girls, Jurney and Margeaux was a high point; in the short time he had known them he had successfully manipulated their young impressionable minds—swaying them to accept him as their “Dad.”
	The thing was, though; he didn’t know what to do with them—or what “else” to do with them.  He enjoyed molesting them and they were worthy of continued attention.  But life in the desert cave just couldn’t be.  They had to move on.  Rain still felt that there was something—something out there somewhere.  A purpose.  He wasn’t sure.  The EMAD in his possession was more-or-less becoming a part of him.
	They needed food, water, and air conditioning.
	All things in good time—but first!

*

	“What’s that?”
	“Dust Devil.”
	“No, THAT!” Jurney pointed to a long trailing trail of dust that was not the Dust Devil that had been crossing their horizon.  
	“Company.” Rain said in musing.
	The “company” moved along a desert road coming to an intersecting desert road and turned away from where Rain was sitting in his cave.  What type of vehicle remained to be seen as the dust cloud shrouded its Make and Model, color, size…
	The vehicle only went as far as the lone dead desert tree, about half a mile then stopped.  After the dust settled it backed up—but not well and got stuck in the sand off the side of the hard packed desert road.  
	Eventually, though, the driver managed to get the vehicle, which was made out to be a van, out of the sand and made a U-turn.  At the intersection it would have been a wiser choice to just go back from whence it had come—but the driver continued onward—encroaching upon Rain Frisco’s space.
	The road the van came on narrowed and was well rutted from the rain runoff of the hills creating a rather interesting drive.  The road began a slow increased incline but finally tapered off to a flat level spot where the van conked out.

	The driver got out and fanned the air in disgust as the dust once more beset her.  Her.  The driver was female, young, slenderly built, and a Possible Subject.
	“Hmmm,” mused Rain, “time for a rescue.”
	The driver had opened the conventional type van’s engine hood but was clearly not a mechanic and didn’t know what was the matter.  She tried using her cell phone but it didn’t work from the area she was in.  Just before getting flustered, a stranger happened upon the scene.
	He needed a shave (and a bath), but the graying temples, the slender build, the hat, and composure suggested she could do worse.  The woman was of Chinese decent, not very tall—just under six feet, long sleek raven dark hair, and a little apprehensive considering the situation she had gotten herself in.
	“I don’t know what happened,” she explained, “it began making noise on the way up here.”
	Rain checked a few engine components and wasn’t sure exactly what was the matter, either; but he faked it.  Before he could say anything, though,
	“Do you know where Quartzwood is?”
	He did—sort of, but wasn’t one hundred percent sure.
	It was then he noted the “other” occupants of the family Soccer Mom van.  A girl about eleven or so, a boy about nine or so, and a young girl about five—or so.  Young’uns!
	Rain smiled and as “Karen” blathered about supposed to meet with a friend in Quartzwood for an outing of their families.  (“hmmm, more young’uns!”)
	Though usually Rain Frisco was more interested in young’uns, the right sized young adult could also take his interest.  Karen Cho Williams did just that.  Catching a whiff of her perfume, the light application of make-up, her poise; her face, eyes, and mannerisms all complied to compel Rain to “manipulate” her.
	The kids in the middle seat watched in some awe—and then with astonishment and horror as their married Mom seemed to be very friendly with who they thought was a stranger.  Quickly did eleven year old Brittany check her EMAD awareness badge on her shirt and watch—but there was no indication that there was.
 	Brittany, her brother Brian, and their baby sister Emily, watched as their Mom embraced the stranger.  He resembled something of the actor who played an adventurer on some popular movies.  

 	The embrace was something—really something, with the stranger’s hands all over the backside of their Mom; their Mom seemingly willingly doing likewise to the stranger.
	Then,
	Brittany couldn’t believe what she saw her Mom doing—going down to her knees unzipping the strange man’s fly!  Brittany’s mouth hung open with her eyes widening as she watched her Mom pull out the man’s penis.
	“Oh my God!” blurted Brian.  Brittany was too stunned to speak.  Little sis, Emily, sat in awe herself but at her young age she wasn’t quite sure what she was seeing.
	Karen Williams, though a Christian woman, a professional woman (not that profession), a wife, mother, gave an excellent blowjob just the same.  Just ‘cause yer a Christian don’t mean you cant be sexually active and actively sexual!
	Brittany just couldn’t believe what she was seeing!  She checked and rechecked the EMAD detectors, but none of them were giving any indications that an EMAD was working its evil magic.  A strange-strange feeling there was coursing thru Brittany—she felt sick and horrified as well as damned curious.
	The man was a stranger, that was for sure—Brittany was sure for certainty that she had never seen the man before.  But apparently, her Mom had.  Out of the corner of her eye she saw her brother rubbing the heel of his hand to his crotch—his cock.  The boy sat in the seat, mouth open, eyes wide, cock hard.
	The stranger had a cock—a big one!  Karen’s mouth took it all, slurping and sucking; she masturbated the cock, fondled the balls, and made “yummy” sounds.
	Suddenly, Brittany felt a chill rage thru her young body.  She felt her stomach churn and tighten and then a bright blinding light not in her eyes but in her mind.
	Then, 
	“Take your top off.”
	The words she knew. The sentence she knew.  The command?
	A horrible earache suddenly came to her.
	“the longer you don’t comply,” a Voice said, “the worse you will become.”
	Brittany undone the safety belt strapping her to the middle seat and then began pulling off her blue top that had a big bold yellow daisy on the front of it.  Confusion reigned supreme in Brittany’s mind—she didn’t understand what was happening but felt that it was ok to take her top off.

	Outside, Karen stood up from after sucking the stranger’s cock for some minutes.  Off came her own top followed by her bra.  The stranger fondled the bared breasts and Karen didn’t seem to be alarmed or care whatsoever.
	Brittany’s own bra was off and she was sliding down her pants, too, as per command in her mind.  Unknown feelings raged throughout the young girl’s mind and body—she knew what she was doing was wrong; she knew what her Mother was doing was wrong.  But then again…
	With her pants down Brittany realized that her brother beside her was nude and crawling out of the van leaving his clothes on the floor.  Little sibling, Emily, sat still fully clothed with her hands over her mouth in embarrassed awe.
	Outside, Karen’s pants were down and the stranger against her with his hands down inside her panties.  Brian stood outside stark naked,
	“Our you naughty with your brother?”
	The question was invasive and frightening.  It was something Brittany seriously did not want anyone to know.  But the one posing the questions could see into her mind the truth; touchy-feely with extras.  Brittany and Brian often saw one another naked, mostly in their undies—that was a given, no biggie.  When Brian’s penis got stiff for no apparent reason and he toyed with it—Brittany toyed with it, too.
	From toying to having him hump her ass AND cunt!  There was no penetration—‘except when the curiosity monster reared its head.  Brittany heard about “blowjobs” at school and on the nightly news and then everywhere else.  What exactly a “blowjob” was she wasn’t sure.  But she learned quickly and soon was “performing” on her young brother’s puddling.
	Other than that, nothing.
	Well, 
	“Have you seen your Daddy naked?”
	Brittany tried to blot out the image of her Daddy naked, but too late—Rain saw it.  There was no hanky and or panky between Daddy and Daughter; when she had been spanked it was with her pants on and only a couple of hard swats.  
	Both Brittany and Brian had seen their parents having sex.  The image wasn’t good but it had left a lasting impression.  For Brian, he knew more than he should about sex and he really wanted to get on top of Brittany.  He was able to do that, but no penetration.  He merely grinded against her cunny and that felt good enough.

	“Do you want to grind on your Mom, too?”
	Brian didn’t answer verbally but nodded his head in the sincere Affirmative as well as in his mind.  Whole heartily did he want to be on top of his nude Mom grinding against her cunny like he did to Brittany.
	“Are you naughty with your other sister?” Emily.
	No, not yet.
	That was gonna change…

	Though his stomach grumbled, his bare backside burned, he buried his cock into Chinese-American woman while her children watched.  In the middle seat, Karen was laid out stark naked; one leg up over the seat with ankle hooked to the headrest while the other was held out of the way by the strange man.  Brittany was confounded with the array of “awe” on several counts.  One, her Mom was nude; the strange man was nude; the strange nude man had a BIG cock and it was going into her nude Mom.  AND, her Mom seemed “ok” with it.  No fussing, ranting, raving, or any of that junk.
	Young Brian could only stare at the naked of his Mom and the strange nude man fucking her.  Young Emily was embarrassed and not sure what to think but to be a giddy child.  To her, as long as everyone was “ok” with what was going on—who was she to judge?
	Rain drove his prodder into Karen’s cunt, he didn’t do any Q&A on her, he was preoccupied and just wanted to do her and take everything else one hump at a time.
	Achieving the orgasm, though, actually took a little doing—he had to strain hard shoving his fuck stick further into the woman’s dick trench stretching the skin of his prong in a seemingly endless effort to get the “good feeling” all men desire.
	Finally the jutting began.  Rain thrusted hard power stroking his love tool into the woman’s cunt with little care if whether or not his humping action caused her any distress.
	It was during the time of his actions that his unique EMAD powers waned; softened; and for almost a whole minute were virtually non-existent.  It was during that time that the kids who were effected by the narly mind-linked powers of the mind altering device were free.
	They were free but didn’t know it.
	They were free but too awed to be aware.
	They were free and naked.

	Earlier, just after their Mom had stripped off all of her clothes, the kids received a message to their minds to do same.  Only Emily was unaffected by the EMAD minding powers so Rain had Brian take the tyke’s clothes off himself.  It wasn’t his first time.
	Emily had to be sternly glared at by Rain with her Mom telling her to “lay still/be still.”  Brian then stripped his little sis to her skin and seemingly took delight in doing so.  The little tyke wore a simple kiddie burgundy top with ruffled edges and short-shorts with white lacing.  Her panties were green and Brian had fingered her on the sly when he could get away with it.
	After delivering a copious amount of hot man jiz into Karen’s dick pleaser, he pulled out to finish unloading.  Then, smiling to Brittany,
	“Come here.” he told her.
	Brittany crawled over the front seat; Rain admired her nakedness noting that her young naked cunny was indeed virginal despite her brother’s repeated humping it—against it.  When the girl was present squatting somewhat behind the front seats,
	“Take it.”
	Brittan obeyed the Voice—now she had no choice.  She did try to resist but it was hard not to comply.  When she tried to resist she got confused and flustered.  It was better to comply.  She grabbed the dick and fondled it, squeezed it, masturbated it squirting the remainder of the juice onto her Mom’s cunt.
	Then,
	“Lick it.”
	This was a two-fold command; First, she had to lick the head of the man’s cock, roll her tongue around the super sensitive edge, then suck on the bulbous tip all the while squeeze the near life out of the tube.
	Then, she had to clean up the spillage from her Mom’s twat.
	The taste of spunk was a little something that would take getting used to.  Sucking on cock reminded her of string cheese; sucking on sperm reminded her of clam chowder.
	While she lapped up the cream from her Mom’s pussy, the man caressed her ass, spanked it, and began finger the very virginal hole.  Brittany squirmed and wasn’t too much into the unpleasant “taste” of the man’s spunk laden on her Mom’s cunt.  The man spanked her again, not too hard—but not very lightly, either.
	The fingering of her asshole seemed the most intrusive if not uncomfortable.  Brittany swished herself about with her mind completely blitzed in overloaded proportions.  After cleaning up all the man’s spew from her Mom’s cunt, the man did cease fingering her asshole; however,

	…he replaced his finger with his OTHER finger.
	The squirming only got her butt busted—not hard, but hard enough to get the point across.  ‘settle down.’  But being unsettled was a natural instinct—the girl couldn’t help it.  The strange nude man poked and prodded but made only partial penetration—just the head but not much of it.
	Pulling out, the strange nude man glided his fuck stick up and down Brittany’s poon—the girl knew then that she would be eventually raped.  Eventually.  
	After a time with Brittany (with no satisfaction other than a lot of trying) the girl’s brother was put into place.  Put into place to screw his Mom.  Karen stared up to the ceiling of the van completely unaware.  Brian and his sisters were “aware” but unable to do anything (except little Emily who didn’t know no better than to “go along” with the program.)
	Brian was helped into position—on top of his Mom.  Rain fondled the boy’s dick, clutched his hairless nut sac and enjoyed himself graciously.  Further positioning got the little boy’s tally into his Mom’s crevice.  Natural instinct took over after a minute of being guided…
	While Brian fucked his Mom, the strange nude man spanked the boy’s butt—again, like unto his sister—not hard.  Midway along, the strange nude man began spanking the boy’s ass with his cock; then, parting the lad’s cheeks attempted anal penetration.
	That was a no-go.  Sufficient lubrication was needed and a lot of pre-fingering.  It would have to cum later.  When Brian pulled out—he was still hard.  Rain patted his butt and put him on top of his sister.  Seemed the thing to do.  Rain then put himself back into the Mother and fucked her while he thought up some more deviltry.

	That, of course, was a no brainer—little Emily.
	While Brian humped not only ON his sister Brittany but IN her as well, Rain Frisco took pleasures with the naked Emily.  No penetration but plenty of humping.  Little Emily was not under the effects of the EMAD—she somewhat went along with the ordeal but knew that it was not quite right despite her Mom being there and saying that it was.
	A little spanking was in order.
	Brian was totally under the influence of the electronic mind altering device; sister Brittany was as well but had more free will and “awareness”.  She was not pleased with the spanking to her sister.  The spanks, though, were not hard—but it was just the point of the matter.  Not too mention the fact that the man who was not her Daddy was naked administrating the spanking.  Among other things…

	Holding Emily’s legs up with her ankles locked in one powerful hand, Rain landed a couple of smart smacks to the five year old’s ass.  and as she twisted and fussed, he not-too-roughly shoved a finger into her asshole.  This act got Brittany seriously upset.
	Rain stopped only to change tactics.
	Brian humped his fill, his little puddling popping out of his sister’s pussy he humped her gash and reveled in the joy of sexual engagement.  Brittany didn’t feel as much pleasure from the act as did her brother—mostly she was concerned for her little sister (who was not biologically connected to her but a step-sister.)  But still, a “sister” is a sister.
	The little girl in distress was enticing to the strange nude man.  He smiled to her, held her ankles tightly, and smacked her bottom with his throbbing hard cock.  A slight attempt at anal penetration but that of course was not going to happen.  Then he humped her slit which put the girl’s sister into horrifying hysterics.  She had to be soothed and calmed by the EMAD and when that didn’t work—
	“You don’t settle down, missy, I’ll spank your hide raw!”
	Brittany pursed her lips with her ass tightening up.  In no way did she want spanked.  The stranger who was nude held open Emily’s legs and it looked as if though he were raping her—but again, as with her ass, no penetration.  He merely laid his prick against her slit and humped.
	This action of course warranted that despite the ache his cock was experiencing—he needed orifice relief.  Rain had Brittany come service him while Brian positioned himself on top of Emily.  Brian was young enough and equipped with a smallish dick that HE could penetrate his non-biological sibling and fuck her.
	As the sun of the new day began to heat up, Brittany sat on her Mom’s face; the Mother licked out her daughter’s cunt; Brian humped Emily; Brittany’s mouth was filled to capacity with strange nude man cock.

*

	It was not so long ago when Rain followed the life of another.  Not far from the restaurant where alien slut Vera worked there was a construction site.  A multistory hotel was in progress, just the skeleton so far.  A particular employee was burning the proverbial midnight oil—but had very little to do work related.  The employee, Russ Potter, was in a small office trailer.  Along with him in the office trailer there was a midlevel teenage girl and they were in the midst of “doing the nasty.”

	Bent over the arm of a love seat, the nude sixteen year old received the man’s love tool.  She was pounded fairly hard and while being pounded she was spanked some, caressed along her sides, and dutifully fucked in the ass.  Shay fingered her pussy furiously while she was butt humped.
	The man finally creamed her hole, spanked her some more and as the girl sat up the man wrapped his arms about her and fingered her cunt.  The two embraced and began to kiss; cum dripping from the man’s pud as well as the girl’s cunt.
	The kissed and basically made out until the funk of their misdoing over took them and they made way to the private bathroom where they enjoyed hanky-panky in the shower for half an hour.
	Time was against them, though, or they would have come out of the shower and continued their naughtiness a little longer.  At first glance, should anyone be glancing, it would look as if the girl was providing a “professional” service as the naughty man with a wedding ring on his finger forked over some cash.
	“For services rendered.” he said with a grin.
	“It was a pleasure babysitting your kids!” perked the teen.
	She was a babysitter—‘cept, the kids the subject weren’t in need of babysitting as they were elsewhere being watched by someone else.  It was a ruse to keep the Wife of the naughty man in the dark.
	No one knew of the naughty man and the babysitter—no one except the security guard and one other…

Some days later…
	Some days later and it was COB (Close of Business).  The construction of the hotel was a Day Job and come 5PM and that was it for the day.  Casey Brockton signed off on some paperwork and did his normal routine before checking out.  He was making for his car with a smile on his lips; he was a young man not long out of college and already a few rungs up on the Corporate Ladder.  He had a nice car, a good wife, kids, and a fantastic job with perks.  AND he was shagging the Boss’ secretary’s teenage daughter who did (occasionally) babysit the aforementioned kids.
	Suddenly, 
	A whistle caught his attention.  The aforementioned Boss standing at the door of his office trailer.  Casey often had chats with the Boss—which was how the aforementioned Boss’ secretary learned of the employee’s need of a babysitter for his young brood.  The circle of life all cums together in the end.

	The Boss seemed pleasant enough, he was smiling anyways and not scowling like he did to some of his other underlings.  Casey felt no pending doom and briskly walked into the den…
	The Boss; a man just over 6Ft., dark hair with gray streaks and too much grease.  He hovered in his mid 50s; very slender build; well educated; a Rolex on one hand; a gleam in his eyes.  He was the highest on the Corporate Ladder, he was formidable; not to be messed with, and got things done in quick time.
	Casey came into the trailer not sure what was going on.
	The Boss seemed cordial and after offering his young architect a mixed drink, directed his attention to a TV monitor.  The Boss operated a remote control and a picture flickered on the screen.  It was a clear image taken at night; it was a clear image taken at night of the construction site.  It was a clear image taken at night of the construction site of Casey Brockton helping himself to some construction equipment.
	Casey froze.
	This was not good.
	No, not good at all.
	Power tools mostly, a few bags of cement, some cinder blocks, shovels, hoses, this and that and that and this; a little at a time, once to twice a week—all documented on the security camera.  Everyone (well, crooks specifically) forget about those pole mounted security cameras.
	Casey still frozen didn’t know what to say.  It was over, his good paying job was over.  He’d not only lose his job but his freedom.  His wife would be devastated—he had been telling her that the construction equipment he brought home was part of the “perk” package.  Casey was building a backyard pool, pool house, and refinishing the family home basement.
	However,
	“I think you are into the Company for about five thousand.” The Boss said with no note to his voice indicating his demeanor.  
	Casey didn’t know what he was up to; did he mention the amount for Casey to pay back via deduction of his paycheck?  Or hinting to the amount in the legal term of Felony due to the amount taken?
	“You have some options,” the Boss said turning off the video and sitting on the edge of his messy desk,
	“Ok.” said Casey.  He had no choice but to go along with whatever the Boss offered.
	“You can pay back the Company or go to jail.”
	Oh crap.

	Casey was flustered.  He began to sweat and all he could think of was his wife, kids, parents, in-laws, friends.  Other employees of the Company were “helping” themselves to a few tools now and then; bags of cement and cinder blocks were always missing along with small construction tools.  It was common practice.
	“I-I don’t have five thousand.” stammered Casey; not after mortgage, car payment, insurances, braces for Angela, air line tickets to Hawaii, the investment scheme that was a scheme and he lost $$; the wife’s anniversary ring ($$); new furniture; Brad’s Summer Camp tuition; down payment on the lake front property with yacht; and beaucoup bucks for the County Club. 
	“Then we have a problem.” the Boss said folding his hands, not smiling and being very sincere.
	‘I’m screwed.’ thought Casey.
	The Boss seemed to have read his Employee’s mind.
	“Oh!” the Boss said brightening up, “there’s something more you should see.”
	Casey had no idea, what else was there?
	The monitor flickered to life, the Boss pushed in another video cassette and the screen revealed a tight shot of Casey going into his trailer escorting the Babysitter.
	Casey felt his life crumbling and his balls tightened.
	His bowels got loose and stomach tightened when the screen flickered again revealing an interior shot of the aforementioned office trailer and there was Casey naked with the secretary’s daughter-babysitter who was also naked.
	His life was over.  He couldn’t breathe let alone think and barely heard the Boss saying to him,
	“There is a third option.”
	Casey blinked his eyes and focused solely on the tv monitor; there he was—naked, standing proud as he shoved himself against the naked sixteen year old girl, spanking her, caressing her sides and then going off into the shower afterwards.
	The Boss sat quietly on the edge of the desk in his pristine dark gray Italian slacks, blue shirt with matching expensive Italian tie.  He was well groomed, manicured, and despite a day of being out in the open with the Construction site still managed to smell good.
	Casey had gone to lunch with some other architects and joined in on martinis and then later Scotch a few hours later when entertaining a potential client to fill the hotel/commercial building he was a part of constructing.
	“There’s a th-third option?” Casey almost wailed.
	“Always have a back-up plan,” the Boss said, “a way out.”
	“No your enemy before you fuck with them.” Casey’s Dad had told him, “No yourself, no you abilities and capabilities.”  “Don’t be an ass.”  “Don’t worry about the other guy, be yourself.” “Don’t sail out further than you can row back!” (that’s a good one)  “Ability can take you to the top, but it takes character will keep you there.”  “Ability is what you're capable of doing; Motivation determines what you do; Attitude determines how well you do it.” and “Never moon a werewolf.”
	Stealing from the Company a fine could net him a couple to three years in a men’s correctional facility with other fine upstanding citizens.  Stealing the Boss’s secretary’s teenage daughter for sexual favors—ten years minimum and a bigger fine.  Loss of freedom, respect, family, friends, and marred/marked for life.
	Not good.
	No, not good at all.
	“Take your pants down.”
	The words shook Casey.
	“What?”
	“You have children, don’t you?” the Boss said already knowing.
	“Uh, yeah, yes-yes sir, nine, eight, and five.”
	“And when they mess up, do you discipline them?”
	“Yes, yes of course.  My wife, she-she likes to time them out or talk to them--”
	“But you don’t?”
	“No, I-I, uhm--”
	“Spank?  Do you spank them?”
	Casey gulped; his confusion was mounting—where was the Boss going with this line of inquisitive questioning?  And why?
	“Uhm, yeah, y-yes-yes, sir, I-I do—spank—them.”
	“That’s the way I was raised, my Daddy took a belt to me now and then to correct me.”
	Casey nodded, he had gotten the belt and a flat stick a few times himself.
	“Bare assed, too.” the Boss added.
	Casey didn’t know why the Boss would blurt that tid bit of information out.  It made him a little uncomfortable thinking of the Boss being bare assed spanked.
	“Infractions require discipline,” the Boss continued, “don’t you agree?”
	Casey shrugged, “Uhm, yeah-yes, yes, sir; sure.”

	“Then lower your pants.” the words were flatly spoken from the Boss’ lips.  Casey understood them but that didn’t mean he understood them.
	What?
	Blinking his eyes he stared blankly at the Boss.
	“Take ‘em down,” the Boss said again, “and come over here.” 
	Casey stared and was in total awe.  What was the Boss saying?  “Take ‘em down?”  his pants!?  What-what-what???  
	“Either take your pants down and come over here,” the Boss said with a voice showing irritation, “or I call the police and give them the video tapes.”
	The breath in Casey’s lungs was escaping; his heart pounded into his head; his head swum in a circle of dizzying proportions.  He felt ill, he needed air; he regretted the martini lunch and then the Scotch later—the two alcohols weren’t mixing and he wanted to go home, have dinner, a shower, play with the kids, fuck the wife and go to bed and hope to awaken in the morning and this stint in the Boss’ trailer was a nightmarish dream.
	The Boss patted his lap.
	Casey blinked his eyes.
	The Boss picked up his desk telephone.
	In no way could Casey see himself in jail, having to call his wife to have her call a bail bondsman and explain to the wife the reason why he was in jail.  He could probably just let her know about the pilfering of Company equipment and keep the tidbit of shenanigans with the babysitter quiet—until the trial.
	“Take ‘em down.”  the words burned into mind.  
	Casey gulped for air but found himself undoing his dress belt, unhitching his designer dress-to-impress dress slacks and revealing himself in his plain white boxers.
	A whole minute elapsed with the Boss calming sitting on the edge of his desk—gently patting his lap.  Casey shuffled across the floor to the Boss’ lap—the man’s cool steely eyes went from the Employee’s face down.  The man nodded.
	Casey Brockton, barely thirty, was in disbelief as the Boss gently positioned him across the lap.  The disbelief escalated as suddenly the Boss began what couldn’t be believed—spanking!
	It just couldn’t be!
	But it was.
	One spank.  Two spank.  Three spank.  FOUR!

	Each swat was harder than the last.  It had been YEARS since last Casey had been spanked—eighteen years to be exact.  He had been twelve and caught with cigarettes and lying about it being “somebody’s elses.”  His disciplinarian Daddy knew better and took young Casey to his room and had him strip off all of his clothes and lay up against his bed.  The spanking with a belt soon commenced.  The bare ass got the most of the discipline, then the thighs and a couple of smacks across the backside for good measure.
	With his mind blank, adult Casey was non-the-aware for what happened next—not until more spanking came to be.  The first swat jolted him for sure; the second did as well; but it was not until the fourth seriously hard swat to his ass did the thirty year old married man with three kids realized that his ass was bare!
	What the--!?!?
	Casey struggled; the Boss was amazingly more powerful and in control.  “Settle down,” the Boss warned, “or it’ll be worse for you.”
	Another swat came and then another followed by more swats that Casey couldn’t number.  This wasn’t happening.  It simply couldn’t be!  
 	But it was.  
	Then the Boss was smoothing his hand about Casey’s inflamed ass.
	He was what!?
	“Tell me,” said the Boss standing the petrified confused Employee up, “have you ever sucked cock?”
	Like a punch by a professional boxer to the gut.  Casey’s eyes bulged, the question was horrifying, invasive, none-of-your-fucking-business, and alarming.
	Alarmingly true.
	Casey had (sucked cock.)
	Way back when he was a teenager.
	There was no “lust” involved—the act(ions) were experimental (purely) involving a friend (a very special friend.)  The midlevel teens like most teenage boys found pleasure in pleasuring themselves that led to sharing their pleasuring experiences—discussing techniques, discussing who they thought of while “spanking the monkey”, who they’d most likely like to fuck, see naked, and so on.
	After a time, the two stole some Summer afternoon bliss by swimming naked in the family backyard pool while no one was home or due to be home for some time.  The general talk of girls, bitches, and assorted ‘hos came to be and the boy’s jerked their gherkins under water.  It was comical to watch the other masturbate while trying to keep from drowning.

	“I wonder what it’s like?” Zane (the best friend) asked.
	“What what is like?” Casey asked.
	“A blowjob.”
	Both boys had girlfriends—but still, the boys were virgins.  The only sexual pleasure they had was by their handiwork.  Wondering what it would actually be like to fuck a girl was a hot topic between the two friends; discussing positions they knew and if the girl was a “screamer” or not.
	But a blowjob was elusive.  
	It was a major topic of discussion among their peers, and then every other age group and among the differing sexes.  It was known as a “Presidential” after a popular US Prez got caught having an intern suck him off in the Office.
	The boys’ curiosity mounted and one they indulged in just that—the blowjob came first.  It was on a dare; after emerging from the pool with raging boners, the boys were giddy and horny after their discussion of several hot bitches they knew at school.
	“Suck my cock, bitch,” said in earnest Zane who feverishly continued to stroke his favorite organ, “suck it and I’ll suck yours.”
	Casey had been apprehensive—but as long as his friend would do him in turn…
	A few mouth hugs to his friend’s prick and Casey knew he would never be an avid cocksucker.  The “taste” of the dick was hard to pin down but it was not all that pleasurable.  He sucked it a bit more and then realized after a time the cock in his mouth would spurt that milky goo stuff.  That was seriously gross and not pleasurable at all.  (Casey had tasted his own spunk just to see what it tasted like.)
	He stopped the sucking; Zane humped his friend’s face prompting the not enthused Casey to suck the not-too-hairy ball sac.  Zane liked and humped Casey’s face all the more.
	“Your turn, bee-atch!” called Casey standing and having enough of slurping schlong.  Zane didn’t seem to hesitate and went straightaway to the task before him.  He slobbered on the offering and gave Casey a wonderful sensation.  To Casey, it didn’t matter if it was a girl or a guy—getting a Presidential was great!
	And from a Presidential by the pool to “taking it in the ass” in the shower.  How it happened Casey wasn’t sure—but friend Zane was once more the instigator.  He himself wanted to know what it would be like to be fucked in the ass.  Casey was obliging—after lathering up his fine nude fifteen year old bod he plunged his prick into his friend’s equally lathered up dirt chute and fucked him hard.

	Zane masturbated all the while, spanking himself; reaching back to caress Casey, spread his legs and make lots of lewd/rude comments.  Casey clung to his friend’s hips and drove every inch of his teen dick into the tight backdoor and fucked hard until creaming some minutes later.
	Then, of course, it was Casey’s turn—or Zane’s turn whichever way you look at it.  Casey wasn’t too much into “taking it in the ass” but he appeased his horny friend and “took it (in the ass)”.  He didn’t get as much pleasure out of it as did Zane but oh well.
	From then on the two got together—more often than usual and after a nude swim they frolicked in the shower.  A few times they engaged sexually in the pool, too—orally and anally.  In the bedroom was where most of the shenanigans took place—cumming on each other’s ball sac, spanking one another, 69ing, and mostly sodomy.
	At Summer’s end, though, Zane family moved away and Casey never again engaged in such torrid behavior again.  He almost forgot about it, too.  Almost.
	The Boss stood with his very adult cock protruding from his Italian slacks.  It was long, hard, and very-very erect.  Casey’s mind was blanking, he couldn’t think—“suck me” reigned supreme in his mind.
	“Suck me.”
	It had been a long-long time; never once in all those years since did Casey think of engaging immorally.  It just wasn’t him to do so.  He blinked his eyes and felt some sort of odd force pushing him down—down to his knees.
	Mr. Jamieson’s cock wavered before him; a little pre-cum glistening on the tip.  The skin was pulled back tightly to the base; the Boss waggled the cock invitingly and Casey leaned in.
	The first instinct was to back up.
	Then a flood of memories—familiar ones—filled his mind.  He was not as repulsed as he thought and a flood of strange feelings surged in him.  The cock was clean and reeked a little of mustiness.  All the way down did Casey go down on Mr. Jamieson’s prick; he had to check himself to keep from enjoying the act.
	After several “ups and down” on the Boss’ shaft, Casey pulled back enough on an UP; the Boss pulled his dick out of his Employee’s mouth on his own and fucked the young man’s face for a minute.
 	“Jack off onto my balls.” Mr. Jamieson said.
	Casey blinked his eyes and couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  He felt odd and just a little sick.  This was totally mind blowing—totally!  But he DID have an erection.  Jerking off, though, was a toughie.

	Mr. Jamieson wasn’t Zane and neither of them were fifteen.
	The image of Casey’s wife came to mind—followed by the image of Kristy, the Boss’ secretary’s teenage babysitting daughter.  That helped (along with other images of other girls Kristy’s age.)  Casey masturbated, concentrated, and managed up unload a sizable mess onto the Boss’ hairy nuggets some two minutes later.
	The relief felt wonderful despite the situation.
	His mind began to crumble as torrid thoughts filled his mind; naughty thoughts he kept very deeply to himself.  The Boss was gleaming, beaming as he sat on the desk his cock throbbing hard spurting some juice of its own.
	“Suck ‘em clean.” the Boss said.
	The words burned into Casey young mind.
	‘What the fuck!?’
	“Suck ‘em clean, bee-atch!” Zane had seen in similar fashion years earlier.  The two often found love with one another on Casey’s bed; they rolled and frolicked, spanking one another and humping until one of them or both of them came.  At one time, Casey emptied his teen splooge all over Zane’s balls.  Zane spread his legs and said “Suck ‘em clean, bee-atch!”
	Casey obeyed the command; sucking and sucking with glee, manhandling his own splooge shooter while his friend did same to his.  Casey had sucked clean his friend’s balls—just as he did to his current Boss.
	The taste of spunk was a little displeasing—but not gross.  Did he long for the taste of sperm?  The first taste of cock grease had been a little disgusting but after time he had gotten to like it ok enough not to make such a face when he repeatedly slurped his friend’s schlong.
	But Mr. Jamieson wasn’t Zane.  They weren’t fifteen.  There was no lust (not on Casey’s part); they weren’t frolicking and happy-go-lucky about being naked and immersed in the illicitness of innocent gay sex.
	But the prospects of jail time, loss of freedom, and his very world crumbling around him when the videos of his crimes were let out to be known by all prompted him to slurp on his Boss’ nuggets and “suck ‘em clean.”
	More spanking followed.

	When Casey’s fine young adult ass was beaten to a shade of tomato the Boss positioned the stricken Employee up against the desk—legs spread outward.  Casey caressed his burning bum and actually was not all that aware of his pending doom.

	Suddenly the intrusion began.  This after the Boss glided his manhood up and down Casey’s ass, the crack, nudging the nuggets, and more spanking.  Then, as Casey parted his own cheeks while caressing himself—the Boss began penetration.
	Casey gripped his body to the desk; his eyes bulged and he couldn’t believe what was happening.  Years had it been since he had taken dick in the ass.  Again, it was far different now than it was then.  Taking dick in the ass wasn’t very pleasurable—it wasn’t the act itself it was the act.  Fucking an ass was alright—the wife didn’t like it too much herself but Casey liked pounding her backdoor a few times and she tolerated it.
	Casey held himself from screaming as the Boss’ fuck stick ramrodded his ass; his cock was bent oddly and painful so against the non-wooden desk; his mind was in uproar—the whole sordid situation was very nearly more than he could bear.
	After what seemed an eternity the Boss’ mighty manly schlong was fully up into Casey’s rectum.  Then, with his hands on the young man’s hips the inevitable began.  It was (thankfully) a slow process with the cock slowly sliding out to where it nearly was fully out.  Then it was rammed back in with a dramatic shove causing Casey to blurt out “GOD-FUCKING-DAMN-IT!” he grunted, arched his back and nearly tore the edging strip off the desk.
	The Boss was in no hurry and continued his slow withdrawal and then sudden dramatic shoving penetration.  But each succession was speeded up and after a full two torturous minutes the earnest mode that was sodomy was well underway.
	After the serious ass fuck the Boss rested leaning back against a file cabinet while his Employee wriggled on the desk—cum dripping from his tortured hole.  
	All Casey could do was lay there—still vulnerable.  His hole was smoldering, his balls hurt, his dick hurt, and there was a horrible taste in his mouth.  He knew that he would never convert to homosexuality.  
	How long Casey Brockton lay across his Boss’ desk he didn’t know but after a time the Boss came to him again—more spanking and more ramrodding.
	Then it was into the shower where a familiar scene came to be.  The showering with best friend Zane had been wondrous.  The showering with the Boss—not so much.  After lathered up there was more “up the ass”; afterwards, mutual masturbation and a bit of cock fighting fun.

	Finally the Boss let his Employee go.  And go he did, straight home to stand in his own shower for over an hour.  Thereafter he tucked in his children then banged his wife (for over an hour.)  He said nothing during their lovemaking and even after it was over the grime of his time with Mr. Jamieson still remained.

	The following days and Casey Brockton’s asshole remained sore.  When at all possible he ducked out of sight of the Boss and made himself scarce the other times.  Most hours he spent high up on the shell of the building or deep in the bowels of the substructure contemplating what had happened in the office.
	Was it all that bad?
	What?
	Was it all that bad!?  What was he saying!?  The Boss had fucked him in the ass!  He had sucked the Boss’ cock, his balls.  They had showered together.  The Boss had SPANKED HIS ASS!
	But was it all that bad?
	Was it all that bad?
	Tough question.  It was.  Casey had deep seeded sexual deviancies, buried deep to deepest.  What he did with Zane didn’t even come close to the deviancy Casey kept buried.  He feared letting the deviancy surface fearing that it would overtake him.
	Sucking Zane’s cock was one thing and a one time only fling.
	After Zane there were no one else who filled that special oddity shared between friends—guy friends.  And there were guy friends, even close friends reveling best friend status.  But no one he felt who could be comfortable with getting naked with and sharing a sexual tryst with.
	Then one day…
	“How about you and your wife coming over for dinner?” The Boss out-of-the-blue asked.
	Casey didn’t know what to think but he agreed.
	Nothing happened.
	Well, nothing sexual as Casey thought.
	It was a nice dinner (lobster); good conversation among the adults; pool gaming between Casey and the Boss—discussing the Company’s future plans and endeavors, investments, and so on.  Not a hint to any sexual impropriety.  Casey didn’t know what to think of it and kept wondering if there was an ulterior motive involved.

	Some days after dinner with the Boss, Casey’s wife decided it was their turn to return the favor.  A strange feeling came to Casey—was this the Boss’ plan?  To get into his Employee’s home?  It was a frightening revelation and one that Casey was wary if not leery of.
	Dinner was cracked crab with very expensive wine.  The conversation was cordial; there was no pool table but there was a mini putting green in the backyard.  The Boss and Employee played around (not sexually) for a while with the Boss commenting on Casey’s family.
	Casey knew then that the Boss DID have an ulterior motive.  But then again, Casey was confounded—he was under the impression that the Ass-bastard was gay; a homosexual tyrant who wanted young male ass.  Was he, too, a general public pervert who desired all asses?  Of all ages?
	Casey had three children, Angela, Brad, and Chrissy.  Angela was the oldest at nine, Brad had just turned eight, and Chrissy was three and a half months from being six years young.  
	“You have a nice family.” Mr. Jamieson commented.
	The comment would have been greatly appreciated had it not been for the previous encounter in Jarred Jamieson’s private office days earlier.  What was the Ass-bastard up to?
	The children though well behaved ran amok as children do shortly before their assigned bedtime.  Jamieson’s eyes followed them as they played, chasing one another thru the kitchen to the family room.  At length, young Chad ventured out to the patio hiding from his pesky sisters.  Casey noted his Boss’ actions as Chad hid behind a large potted plant, bending over; Jarred massaged his bulging organ while feasting his eyes on the youngster.
	Casey knew.  He knew that the Ass-bastard was a bastard, a general public nuisance who like so many other pervs in modern day society enjoyed the delights of a young person’s nakedness.
	The deep seeded deviancy Casey had of his own began to rumble…
	In the fading light of day the Boss looked casually to his Employee; there was a special gleam in the elder man’s eye.  A confusing gleam in the young man’s eyes.  It was sure for certainty that the elder man had a far different motive for his being at his Employee’s home for dinner other than dinner.
	“Tell me something, Casey,” Mr. Jamieson said, “are you a model Dad?”
	What the hell did that mean?
	“Uh, w-wh-what do you mean, Mr. Jamieson?”

	“I mean, do you love your children?”
	‘Do I love my children?’ thought loudly Casey, ‘What kind of fucked up question is that to ask?’
	“Uh, yeah, yes-yes, sir, I-I do, I do love my children.”
	“Do you love them in a special way?”
	The questions were getting a little bizarre.
	“Uh, wh-what do you mean, sir?”
	Jarred cast his eyes back to the in-hiding boy saying, “I think you know what I mean.”
	Casey did.  It frightened him.  It scared him.  It annoyed him.  What gave Mr. Jamieson the cause and reason to ask such a question.  What business was it of his?  Why?
	“I like them young.” The Boss stated suddenly.
	Holy shit!
	Casey’s balls surged suddenly, his cock nearly exploded out of his pants; his heart beat so he thought surely his Boss would hear it.  What a thing to say!  It wasn’t droplets of sweat trickling down his neck but rivers of sweat.  He felt faint and just a little ill.  What was this leading up to.
	“Young, young teens, young adult.” The Boss continued.
	Casey nodded his head in agreement.  Closing his eyes his mind filled with images of young boys and girls he secretly desired.  Teenage girls, teenage boys.  Thru the years, though, he had managed to manage those desires and keep them locked in the basement of his mind.
	“So you’ve never been extra loving to yours?”
	For a long moment the question burrowed its way into Casey’s thoughts.  Extra loving?  He knew what the Boss was getting at.  A sickening feeling burbled in the pit of Casey’s stomach.  His asshole clenched; and there was pre-cum soiling his underwear.  Images he had long since shoved into the darkness of his mind never to be seen suddenly bursted out into the openness of his mind; when Angela was ill—
	When Angela was ill just a couple of years earlier—Casey was in charge of her care.  An “accident” occurred as per the norm for a child with fever and upset stomach.  Daddy to the rescue!  As a Daddy he had been there from the beginning; he had changed diapers, bathed, cleaned up in all manners, and was in essence—the perfect atypical Daddy.
	But suppressed unnatural and illicit desires were always there in hiding, in the darkness—waiting—waiting for any opportunity available.  And when one presented itself—the illicit desires sprang and overtook the atypical perfect Daddy soiling his record.

	Doped up with medications and worn out from being so ill, little Angela was not aware of anything her Daddy did.  After cleaning her up from soiling herself, Daddy Casey laid her back to her bed.  She was naked.  The house was quiet, dark, and void of a Mommy.  The other children were sound to sleep and the hour was late.
	With little thought about the deed, Casey began fingering his daughter.  The more he fingered the more he liked it and got into the misdeed.  The deed so turned him on that the ultimate sin was committed.  No penetration—just a lot of rubbing of his cock against her innocent pussy.
	When the cum came Casey simply smeared the spunk all over the girl’s slit (and into it.)  The passion was so heated he was driven to straddle her chest pressing his spunkmiester against her mouth.  With a gentle hand to the back of her head he moved her head to accept his cock.

	Back to the present and the Boss was saying something.
	“—can make it possible.”
	Casey blinked his eyes and felt faint.  ‘What?’  What was the Boss saying?  He had an EMAD?  He could make social improprieties possible?  Casey stared near blankly at the man.  What did this mean?
	“I-I don’t know.” Casey stammered.
	“I promise,” said the Boss, “no harm shall come to him,” he smiled, “just a demonstration.”
	Under normal circumstances Casey would have said No and put a stop to his Boss’ intentions.  But the circumstances weren’t normal soooo,
	Casey was aware of EMADs and what they were and did.  Everyone in populace knew what an EMAD was.  There were schools, there were classes in every school and everywhere else.  The nuances of the bane of society was on the minds as well as IN the minds of virtually every man, woman, and child.
	Eight year old Chad Franklin Brockton ambled over nonchalantly; he came not with the typical sauntering gait with his arms and legs flying but with a determined direction without the boyish mannerisms.  Then he stood still not even acknowledging his Dad spilling out some corny kid joke or explaining how he was hiding from his farting sisters.
	Mr. Jamieson looked to his Employee, “See?” he said, “No harm.”
	Casey was awed.  ‘What?’  He had no idea that his son was actually already under the influence of a minding device.

	Keeping a vigil eye on the goings on of their mates and the other children in the house, Jarred and Casey knelt down before the mindless boy.  Nothing was said.  Casey stared into his son’s eyes—there was nothing there, mindless.  Mindless.
	Then, Jarred was patting the boy’s butt.
	Brad did nothing but merely stand still—mindless.
	Wow.  Casey was more than awed.
	Then he was floored as his Boss began fondling in the area in front of his son.  Young Brad did absolutely nothing but remain absolutely still.  A strange (well, not so strange and not so unfamiliar) feeling welled up in Casey.  He moaned.  Occasionally when he saw his son, or the boy’s sisters, naked—Casey moaned.  Those darling little asses—often he closed his eyes and saw himself masturbating—jerking off onto those sweet little bums.  He was a disciplinarian and occasionally the children required correction.  Usually that was in the manner of Spanking.  Casey’s wife wasn’t approving of that sort of “correction”; he corrected her in the same manner, too—but that was sexual in nature.
	The spanking of his children often was light, not in anger, and with their clothes on.  A couple of times—Angela’s ass was stricken flesh-to-flesh; bare hand to bare ass.  This was ‘cause she was in a short skirt and in an flash the skirt was easily held up and the “correction” commenced.  Then, in mid-stride it just seemed a natural to yank the undies down, too, to further submit to the child the earnestness of the discipline.
	Bare asses.
	It was a cause for Casey to moan and moan aloud.
	“He’s your son, why don’t YOU do the honors?”
	Casey blinked his eyes (excessively).  ‘What?’
	Suddenly he found himself undoing his son’s pants and pushing them down.  He found himself undoing his son’s pants—and pushing them down!  OMG!  WTF!?  Was he under the guise of the Boss’ EMAD?  The mind altering device was a small round object with a sensory touch pad, indicators, LCD screens, and so on.  Casey felt that he was in control of himself, but he wasn’t sure.  He wasn’t sure.
	Down was Brad’s pants.  The boy wore his cartoony underpants; often when in the house alone with just the family—Brad was a bit of streaker.  Angela was herself but as she was approaching her tenth birthday she was getting a little more modest and didn’t streak all that often.  If left up to the youngest Brockton member, Chrissy, she would streak all the time!

	Brad’s underwear was down.
	Solar lights strategically placed about the property cast a soft glow upon the youngster’s body—specifically his naughty bits.  Mr. Jamieson fondled said naughty bits, caressed the boy’s ass and further awed his Employee.
	“Jack me off onto his balls.” the Boss said.
	‘WHAT!?’
	Casey nearly lost his breath.  It was unconscionable—but not unfathomable.  Casey had actually done so already—not recently, though, when Brad was a little younger and unaware with illness.  The Opportunity of Time had presented itself and Casey did just as his Boss wanted—jerked off onto his son’s nakedness.
	The Boss’ cock was out of his designer Italian slacks.  The cock was hard, throbbing, very warm to the touch, and basically already ready to shoot.  Casey strangely found himself masturbating his Boss.  A myriad of feelings befell Casey’s mind.  He wanted to—but didn’t want to.  Having illicitness with his son was a personal thing—as was having illicitness with his Boss.  It was personal, private, and not to be shared with anyone.
	How long it took before the Boss began to ejaculate wasn’t known.  Casey’s mind was in uproar with what was going on; but he came to the point whereas he was finally getting the Boss’ cock to cum.  Great squirts of cream spewed out of Mr. Jamieson’s schlong thoroughly anointing Brad’s boy parts.
	“Now,” said the Boss, “suck ‘em clean.”
	Casey gulped.  He blinked his eyes and felt his breath being literally sucked away.  This was insane!  ‘Suck ‘em clean!?’  Mr. Jamieson wanted him to suck his son’s cum laden cock and balls clean!  It was beyond belief.  Casey didn’t know what to think—or do.
	But slurping on his son’s cock—that was a deep seeded desire suddenly and abruptly brought to the surface.  Desire’s surface.  It was truly an unconscionable thing to do—it was almost the norm for a Daddy to have inappropriate relations of one kind or another with his daughter; but with his son?  Usually that was reserved for the Mother to do…
	But down onto Brad’s cum coated wares Casey did go.  The Boss caressed both the Employee and the Employee’s son; his cum squirter went pressingly up against the Employee’s head and humped while said Employee sucked clean his own son’s boy parts.
	When done, both Employee and Employee’s son sucked the Boss’ cock…

*

	It wasn’t just Brad that fateful night.
	Angela, Chrissy, and Casey’s wife, Janice, all befell to the glorious electronical power of the mind altering device, the plague of the world.  Jarred’s wife, too; she was lulled into a stupor, set aside, and then Casey’s family was depraved upon.
	Casey still couldn’t determine if whether or not he was under the influence or just bullied by his Boss.  And, too; was he acting on his own unseeded desires?
	The power of the EMAD was simply amazing.  In various classes conducted by various law enforcing agencies, public and private school instruction-classes, Casey had held various (electronic) mind altering devices in his hands.  He had a basic knowledge and understanding of the Devices but never really once ever thought of what it would be like to have one of his own.
	That was inasmuch as not all Daddies were pervs and would revel in the first opportunity to engage in some deviltry with their young.  The mind altering devices paved the way for the Possessor to behave in a totally abnormal manner of which he/she was accustomed.
	Casey watched in utter awe as his Boss manipulated his daughter, Angela, via the EMAD.  The pretty girl who had a very straight body and was just beginning to get “boobs” stood in the secure family room slowly pulling off her light blue top and simple bra.  Just a couple of months earlier the girl had announced loudly to everyone at breakfast “I’ve got boobs!”
	Even at nine, Casey had seen his child naked, mostly in her undies.  And that was alright but the girl was entering into the threshold of modesty and so the days of naked innocence were waning.  But with the EMAD…
	Where the phenomenon of the current event would take him was unknown.  Once that line was crossed—there was no going back.  Was there?  Sure he had some naughty thoughts for his first born, but kind of tame and not so much in the sexual nature.  His true naughty thoughts were for other people’s kids.
	With her top and bra off there was no stopping the undressing progress and down came her short turquoise knit shorts revealing pinkish panties.  Nice.  Real nice.  Casey moaned.  He didn’t know if his Boss heard him and he hoped he didn’t for that would indicate a sign of desire.
	Angela continued and slid her panties down and stood stark naked before her Daddy and stranger.  She made no reactions, no crying, not fussing, nothing.

	Nextly the child was position on the floor, laying out, legs open.
	Casey couldn’t help it and let out another sigh of desire.  Angela was pretty; she had charm, innocence, was smart, and had just the beginnings of fine blond pubes…
	“Jack off onto her.” the Boss said. 
	Casey didn’t know what to do.  He was torn, actually.  The “desire” to jerk off onto his daughter’s pussy was there—but it was to be done in private and not with his Ass-bastard Boss sitting next to him watching.  But like he had done with Brad, Casey jerked off.
	When he had gotten himself completely naked he had no idea.  But he was.  After his shenanigans with his son in the backyard he, the Boss, and Brad had come back into the house.  The developments thereafter were a little fuzzy.  Correction—a LOT fuzzy.  Everything was beginning to become a blur. 
	Positioning himself over his young daughter, Casey began to masturbate.  Somehow he managed to push back the fact that his Boss was right behind him.  Somehow he managed to concoct the notion that he and Angela were actually alone.  Being alone was the kicker; being alone incurred a secure feeling.  He had been alone with his children before, even one on one but he had not let his deep seeded desires come to surface.  There was reading to them, playing games, discussing school, where to go on vacation, and typical “Daddy” stuff.
	There had been several “opportunities” to be less than a Daddy but Casey had curbed those unnatural desires.  He didn’t want to become a statistic—or spend the rest of his life without freedom.
	Jerking off wasn’t getting it—so he laid his cock right onto Angela’s pussy and humped.  That did it.  Cum began to spurt moments later after seriously humping his daughter’s slit—the relief of the act was instantaneous and his mind went to that level of lust where nothing else mattered.  Whether or not he was controlled by his Boss’ EMAD no longer mattered, either; Casey glided the head of his cum squirter against his daughter’s slit squirting gobs of spunk into her sex and then all over it.  
	He did want to be in her.
	She was too young, too small, though for vaginal penetration.  Even anal or in the mouth.  He couldn’t fathom how other girls Angela’s age (and younger) had been penetrated in those places.  
	When done (empty), Casey laid out onto his back beside his child.  The horror of what he had done began to weigh on him and he felt at odds with himself.  It felt good—but it was still a horrible deed just the same.

	The Boss took his turn.  He was fully nude and had an amazing erection.  “Jerk me off.” he told his Employee.  Casey gripped his Boss’ dick and masturbated him, squirting the goo onto Angela’s cunt minutes later.  Then, while Casey lapped up the spillage (including his own), Mr. Jamieson pressed his prick to Angela’s lips.  He took her small hand and had her fondle his balls; his cock hadn’t diminished in size and the pressing against her lips became more earnest.

	Inasmuch as it was a horrid; simply-fucking horrid thing for to let his Boss molest his children—it was something else to allow him to bone his own wife!  Of course, the Boss wanted Casey to hump his wife, too, while he watched.
	After soiling young Angela thoroughly it was the youngest member of the Brockton family, five year old Chrissy.  Casey mind was in uproar.  He didn’t know what to do and continued to wonder if what he was doing was on his own or his released desires.  Resoundedly did he profess to himself that he was not a monster and he was merely being influenced by Mr. Jamieson’s electronical device.
	Chrissy didn’t remove her clothing on her own—she was subdued by the EMAD but that was it.  “She’s too young.” Jarred supplied.  “And not all minds can be altered or manipulated.”
	Good to know.
	Casey stripped his youngest nude; not the first time.  He gave her baths and though he was mildly aware that some Daddies bathed along with their children in an innocent manner—Casey chose not to go that route.  Once she was to her skin, “Finger her.” came the command from Mr. J.
	Casey pressed his fingers to the girl’s poon and “fingered.”
	Mr. Jamieson on his knees right before her masturbated with great urgency.  Casey’s mind so obliterated with torrid thoughts all mixed up in a mash couldn’t tell whether he was being further commanded or what.  He saw Chrissy’s hand taking over masturbating the Boss’ cock; she also “kissed” it and lapped the jutting juices from the piss slit.
	Jarred struggled to get off—he was actually in some agony and it was some effort to unleash the ball juice.  And what came was a massive amount of sperm graciously coating the Innocent’s face.  Jarred unleashed a loud exclaim of satisfaction which was out of character for him.
	Thereafter, the two men made for the bathroom in the master bedroom and showered together.  It was there where Mr. Jamieson had his Employee in an embrace and kissed him.

	Casey steadfastedly denied being a homosexual.  What he did with Zane he did not regard as being gay.  The naughtiness with Mr. Jamieson was just that—naughty.  Their sex play was for the enjoyment of experimentation and “fooling around” without the lustful pursuit of love.
	With the Boss’ tongue in his mouth and the embrace the confounding thoughts in his mind escalated into an uproar.  There was no passion, no lust; there was fear and trepidation and a strong denial but he was, too; giving in.
	But was the “giving in” a sign of submission?  Was the damnedable EMAD still playing a part or was it just the Boss’ status and strong mannerisms that overwhelmed the Employee?
	After much ado about kissing (and Casey did give in to reciprocate the kissing) it was Jarred who went to his knees and while the water from the multiple shower jets pulsated about them—the man sucked Casey’s cock.
	Casey had to decided if whether or not he liked it.
	He DID get a boner.  But was it because he liked getting sucked or was it some darker disturbance?  He pumped his Boss’ mouth (but didn’t cum.)
	After the shower, they dried themselves then made way to check on the family.  All was well.  Casey needed a drink.  Fuck wine, it was lame, tasteless, and in no way potent enough for to match his mood.  Straight whiskey.  One shot didn’t do it, either.
	“I’d like you to do my wife.” 
	Casey looked to his Boss.  “What?”
	“Fuck my wife.” he repeated, “and I’ll watch.”  The man was a perv, a serious fucking perv.
	Mr. Jamieson’s wife was not bad; tall, straight, and looked as if though she had stepped out of the late 1960s.  She would be perfect for one of the 1960s movies, a serious drama, spy movie or something of the like; a gold sequined dress, dark hair up in a huge bun, jewelry of the 1960s era, and so on.
	Using the EMAD, the Boss rendered his wife naked. 
	Arlene Jamieson wasn’t a bad dish—‘specially once naked.  That bouffant hairdo was a bit weird but she had a pleasing body (once naked.)  The situation was undoubtedly weird—scoring in the top three on Casey Weird Shit O’meter.  Closing his eyes he got a grip on himself and once Arlene was laying down on the floor, Casey “went down” on her.  He couldn’t believe that the Boss wanted him to fuck her!  

	Arlene’s cunt was covered in a dark forest.  There was some mustiness and a slight hint of pee.  Casey munched, licked, nipped, and lapped his way to happiness—er, that being erection hard enough to bust bricks.  Arlene was, though, none the wiser.
	It was sure bet that Jarred was sinking his bone into his wife, it had to be a given—but Casey found the woman’s pussy surprisingly snug.  He knew after some time of sinking his bone into his own wife her cunt was not always that snug.  He found that sinking his cock into his teenage babysitter was much more pleasing (and snug.)
	Arlene had a pleasing cunt; it wasn’t an effort to get in and be pleased.  Mid way along and he realized what he was doing (and was still damned curious if he was just “going along” with his Boss’ “suggestions” or was he being guided via a mind link via a damnedable electronic device) and it creeped him out as the young people say.  His Boss was right there—right there!  Masturbating and caressing Casey’s ass; spanking it as Casey fucked the woman who was not his wife.
	When five minutes came—he came.  A huge quantity of jiz virtually exploded from his prick and the feeling though not unique was intense.  Several more minutes elapsed before Casey became “himself” and managed to pull out.
	All the while the Boss spanked Casey’s ass and even fucked it!
	The presence of “cock” in his ass(hole) while his own cock was in pussy was utterly mind blowing.  And his cock was not in his WIFE’s cunt, either!  And the cock in his ass was his Boss’ cock!  It was almost too much.
	The Boss humped his Employee, spanking him and driving his prick fully into Casey’s hole cumulating to a beautiful apex when Casey came.  Jarred blasted a hot load of fresh spunk into Casey’s hole, pulled out and berated the young man’s ass for several minutes until he was worn out.
	Casey was out of his mind.
	But wait!  There’s more!
	The beleaguered Casey Brockton sat recouping with his mind barely taking in the fact that his wife—his own wife, Janice, was also undressing herself.  It was a slow process, or at least it seemed that way to Casey.  Once Janice was nude so laid herself out on the floor beside Arlene.  But it wasn’t Casey who was to mount her and fuck her brains out…
	As he watched his Boss fuck, Casey couldn’t believe what was happening; it was the most bizarre thing.  He couldn’t even imagine something like what was happening happen.  His cock ached, steam smoldering from his asshole; his balls tingled, his head was in a serious furor.

	Deep seeded desires had been unleashed—helped along by the advent of an electronical device but still.  No hesitation—not really.  But had he done those terrible things to his children willingly?  Had he submitted to the lustful desires of his heart—and to his Boss’ desires, on his own?  Was that a part of the deep seeded fantasies he held deep-deep in his soul?
	The Boss gently rode Janice, his cock had slithered ALL the way in, gyrated a bit, and then began to pump.  It didn’t turn Casey on as intended.  He was not overly appalled or even disgusted.  He was just merely confused.  And to what end?  After the abuse to his family, and to himself—where next?
	After about a minute or so, Mr. Jamieson began smacking his own ass.  Casey got the hint and began “smacking” his Boss’ ass himself.  At length, the Boss pulled a cheek open and it was an open invite.  It was for sure for certainty that the whole ordeal was bringing Casey further and further into weirdom and homosexuality.

*

No boundaries
	It was a well known fact that most professional perverts when retiring desired to live across the street from an elementary school.  Other pervs desired to dwell in the sanctity of a church.  Casey was pulled into the sordid world of his Boss, Jarred Jamieson.  The man had a knack, it wasn’t so much as charisma as it was his subtle influence (backed up by an electronic mind altering device.)  everyone should have one…
	Another dinner night there was, Casey and his family coming to the Boss’ home where another family was also there.  Same shenanigans—different people.  Casey continued to wrestle with himself; feeling that he was being pulled into a dark-dark (and dangerous) decent.  The further he went along the more he found himself actually enjoying the happening.  Strongly did he profess that he was not and would not be a monster.  But his cock said otherwise.
	The Josnon family was the “other” family at the Boss’ home.  Phil Jonson was an associate in the Boss’ company—as was Casey.  Phil, though, actually ran a portion of the Company and was currently operating at another locale building a shopping center.
	Casey was a little envious and deduced that (if on his own will) he was hoping submitting himself to the Boss whims would net him such a cushy well paying-prestigious position, too.  If on his own will.  There was still debate within his mind—if it was his mind.  

	The wife of Phil was a dish.  Not a delectable dish but a side dish non-the-less.  She was fuckable and we’ll leave it at that.  A little taller than her hubby; Phil had the appearance of being stern and determined to “get his way.”  He did smile now and then, laugh, and tell some decent jokes.  He and his family were Christians and apparently very devout about it, too.
	The Jonson family “family” consisted of Kara, Kellie, and oddly named son, Keeven.  Kara was the olest at fourteen; Kellie was nine, Keeven was one year away from being an official teenager.  The girls looked exactly alike as well as strongly resembling their Mother who strongly resembled a national television/print icon who was a “guru” in homemaking, food preparations, raising families in Americana, and writing books on variable subjects tailored for the modern woman.
	Patti J wasn’t a bad dish but it children, especially the girls, were the prime entrée (with the one boy regarded as a desert!)
	With other critical members of the house put into zombie mode so as not to be a security risk the shenanigans with Patti and her offspring began.  Casey admittedly wanted a turn with Kara—and he submittedly realized that being naughty in everyway with Kellie would be good, too.  Keeven, also.
	It was concluded, at length, that Casey was done analyzing his debate of subjecting himself to psychoanalytical review.  His deep seeded unnatural desires had “come out” of the proverbial closet.  He DID desire to be naughty with Angela and Chrissy—but he was still with misgivings of watching his Boss do the same (with Angela and Chrissy) along with humping on his wife, Janice!
	But there went the wonderment—was the Boss in control?  Was the Boss using the EMAD on him?  Casey knew that he could drive himself crazy in such wonderment.  Either way, if operating on his own or influenced by his Boss and/or the Boss’ minding device—Casey resolved to “let it be”.

	All was not well with the EMAD, though; it had glitches and sometimes (according to Jarred) failed to maintain the mind lock on the Subject.  That was encouraging.  “It doesn’t happen often,” Jarred assured, “but it does happen.”  
	“You just have to be on your toes, be wary, and have a back-up plan.”
	Being wary and on their toes was necessary when the EMAD failed to fully maintain the initial mind lock on the Jonson family.  Casey’s wife, Jarred’s wife, Casey children were with their minds locked down, along with Phil.
	Patti and her children were not so much.

	However, they were not so able to do anything regardless.
	That was a plus.  Casey was alarmed and uncertain, Jarred was amused and continued his pursuit of naughtiness regardless.  The Jonson family was essentially “aware” of what was happening to them—but unable to do anything about it.
	In a private room just for naughty shenanigans to take place the Subjects were directed.  A low light setting was within—no bright lighting so as to be subtle and soothe the Affected and not blind them.  No windows (there was two windows but they were secured with dark film, hurricane shutters, a sound proofing interior attachment completely concealing the window and a decorative curtain to maintain the illusion of a “room.”
	Pictures on the walls, a desk with chair, a small bookcase, and a private door to a private bathroom.  The flooring was with a deep plushy/cushiony carpet in a non-descript color.  Patti and children came inside with visible signs of uncertainty—they didn’t recognize the room (nor did they recognize the Perpetrators escorting them.)  that was a good thing.
	Commands were issued but not whole heartily accepted; however, the EMAD was still strong enough to overwhelm the minds of the family and thusly the Subjects had little to no choice.
	Patti was first.
	Jarred manipulated the late 30ish woman into removing her top; a layered beige outfit along with her basic white bra concealing a pair of wondrous 32Cs.  Casey no longer had cares of this and that—those were some excellent titties.  Lust superseded all else; ills, rightness, and morals.  Especially morals.
	Young Keeven stared in awe.  He, like his sisters, were “aware” of what was going on but could do nothing about it.  Of course, they were stunned into acceptance, too.
	Kara seemed to be a little more “aware” as her eyes bulged more and she presented a more horrifying look rather than awe at her disrobing Mother.  
	Patti slid down her beige Summery slacks and stood in pinkish full brief panties.  Her muffin plainly in view captivated her audience.  Speaking into a microphone not dissimilar to that of an airline pilot’s mic or handsfree  phone headset, Jarred spoke plainly, distinctly, succinctly, “take them down.”
	There was half a second of hesitation from Patti, but then she slid her off-pink full brief panties down revealing her nice-very nice, muffin.  Jarred was all smiles; Casey was as well, but with some consternation, too.  (he still, though, was willing to go along…)

	Once naked, totally, Patti laid out on a pulled out sleeper sofa (already pulled out for the evening’s festivities.)  Once down on the sofa, Patti spread her legs and began lightly “fingering” herself.  There was no Q&A per se, but Jarred did ask if she avidly fingered herself to wit the woman blurted out the truth—she did.
	Then it was Keeven’s turn.
	Casey wondered to himself—what was he so turned on about?  The naked Patti, the stripping Keeven, the situation as a whole, the preponderance of in accordance to Right and Wrong, the deep seeded desires unleashed in a whirlwind of satisfying sexual deviancy?
	What a concept.
	The stripping boy was intoxicating and before he knew, Casey was with his dick out and jerking off!  Was it on his own or other?  The Boss seemed deeply engrossed in pleasing himself and working the EMAD contraption.  Casey worked his dick and watched as the boy became nude.
	“Give him a suck, will you?” the Boss said directing his Employee.
	Casey didn’t hesitate—although he was curious as to whether or not he should have.  There was that part of that wanted to—but there was that part of him that didn’t.  The twelve year old boy who stood nude before him looked good.  Casey casually recalled the few times that he had seen the boy at various Company functions how he offhandedly thought of the boy naked.  The deep seeded desires were not concentrated solely on “girls”; young boys of various ages tempted Casey.  But as a Dad, a man of forthrighteousness, a near pillar of the community—disturbing that flow of decency just wasn’t accurate.  But it sure was fun!
	Casey took the boy’s member and drove away the pesky attempts at his Soul’s attempt to persuade him otherwise.  He wanted the boy’s cock and that was all there was to it!  It tasted good in his mouth; he sucked and sucked bringing the youngster’s tallywhacker to a serious stiffy.  Clutching the barely hairy nuggets, Casey engulfed the young man’s prick, caressed his tight ass and found himself completely drawn into the wicked world of deviant behavior.
	Keeven’s sisters got their turn slobbering on their brother’s pud; by then some useful insight was possible—but at a risk of taxing the EMAD.  
	“Have you sucked your brother’s cock before?” Jarred asked via the minding device that was getting warm in his hands.
	The girls wailed some and fiercely tried not to answer.  But in the end they had no choice as refusal resulted in blinding light in their mind’s eyes and a piercing whine noise that increased the longer they held out.

	Finally they blurted the truth.  They did.
	Kellie more than Kara.  Kara occasionally still sucked her brother AND let him hump her ass AND she also handled his cock.  Occasionally.  Kare and Keeven had been caught in that act that was Presidential by their young sibling and she wanted in.  She knew it was wrong but she also was curious.  Her first suck of her brother’s pud wasn’t good—it was gross and she feared that he would pee in her mouth.  It took a lot of convincing and most of it was from Kara herself.
	Kara had a boyfriend, yes.  Was she sucking him?
	Yes.
	Was Kara letting him fuck her?
	Not No, but HELL NO.  She didn’t want pregnant and no matter what protection the boy brought was going to convince her.  So she let him, like her brother, hump against her ass AND against her cunt (but no penetration.)
	The only “penetration” to Kara’s pussy came in the way of a Candle, banana, and hot dog wiener.  Both Kara and Kellie were avid finger bangers and utilized a variety of implements to please themselves AND each other.
	Neither, though, were muff divers.
	Kellie sucked on her boyfriend’s toy, too; but not often.
	Keeven had no other girl sucking or toying with his pud.  It was found out, though, the boy had homosexual tendencies.  The boy desired a friend of his, to be naked with him and “play around” sexually.  Keeven was unsure as actually went it meant to “play around” with another guy and was actually naïve about what being a “homo” was.  The boy just wanted to be naked with his friend and smack his cock against the friend’s ass, cock fight, and suck.  Was that so wrong?
	The admission was startling to those who heard it—including his siblings and naked-masturbating Mother.  They were shocked if not horrified.  But the girls were horrified already at admitting what they were doing.
	Keeven was directed up onto the sofa to be at his Mother’s face.  The woman was about out of her mind and strongly resisted the commands being sent to her frapped mind:  “take his dick, play with your son’s cock; fondle his balls” and lastly, “suck your son’s cock.”
	Patti refused but wasn’t able to resist for long and soon she WAS fondling her son’s boy parts while the boy’s sisters watched.  It was then that Casey stripped off his clothes.  The Boss was already naked—Casey couldn’t recall when did he do that?  Was he “already” naked when entering the secluded room or had he undressed after?
	The man had wood.  Casey had wood.  Casey’s attention went from Mother and Son to the young girls—watching as they undressed themselves.  The hardness of Casey’s prong intensified—so did Jarred’s.  As the girls came to be in their underwear, Casey began stroking his Boss’ dick and then—THEN sucking it!
	On the bed, Patti was sucking her son.
	Kara and Kellie were pulled into the fray after they were totally nude; they were brought to their knees up before Jarred and with Casey guiding them—the girls took turns giving a Presidential.  Kara wrapped her fingers about the very manly cock; pressed her lips to the bulbous tip and sucked.
	“Have you ever sucked your Daddy’s cock?” Jarred asked subtly.
	Another resounding Not No but HELL NO! reply.  It was disgusting to even think of slurping her Daddy’s dong.  She HAD seen him naked, she HAD seen him with a boner AND masturbating.  She HAD spied on her Mom and Daddy making love; Daddy Phil DID pat her ass a few times (in a loving manner) AND had spanked her ass with bare hand to bare ass.  But not often and only when much younger.
	Kellie on the other hand HAD sucked her Daddy’s dick.
	What-what-what!?!?!?
	Yep.  Sucked it.  The last time was as recently as the previous weekend.  Kellie and her Daddy had a special rapport between them—and it looked like it was a little sexual, too.  
	Oral was all it was, though; and mutual masturbation.  In private, sometimes in his work truck, in a bedroom when no one else was home or due to be home or in the garage—Kellie were manhandle her Daddy’s love tool, suck it, play with it, and get his special love all over her face.  The pretty straight-laced blond girl sucked good.  Together, when they were assured that they could get away with it, they got totally naked and Phil fingered her pussy.  Once he laid on her Missionary-like and humped her cunt until cumming off.
	Sister Kara was floored when she heard the admission.
	Brother Keeven didn’t know what to think—he was to into his Mom sucking the life out of his dick while one hand clutched his balls and the other his ass.  
	After receiving a copious amount of cum from her son’s pud, 
	“Have you ever had yourself inappropriate relationships?”
	The question was more than invasive.  Patti tried desperately to keep her own deep seeded improprieties buried and locked away.  But she was no match for the awesome mind probing power of the EMAD.

	Starting at age ten—Patti was in with a group of friends—all boys.  The group played fantastical games, mostly in the Pirate theme.  The group lived not far from a pair of railroad tracks; farmland all around, a small town, not well-off families.  Anyways, the group often went on High Seas adventures—although there wasn’t a body of water anywhere near for many miles.
	On one such “adventure”, the boys “kidnapped” the pirate “Patti” and gave her the choice of “walk the plank” which was the glistening steel rail or go to the brig and be plundered.
	What actually “plundered” meant was Patti would be stripped of her clothing and the pirate gang then would “explore” her body for booty.  Strangely enough, Patti chose the brig-plunder option.
	Four boys there were.  The youngest was just ten, the oldest was near eleven.  Each boy took a turn with Patti, fucking was only part of the deal; there, too, was spanking, backdoor banditry, and Keel Hauling—which was the basic form of Water Sports (being peed on.)
	Patti was usually tied up hand and foot and laid out on broken down cardboard, rags, spent clothing, and dirt.  Each boy had his way with the girl and then up to the captain’s discretion—gangbang!
	When at home, Patti was an avid finger banger AND she got caught at it (by her Mommy and then her Daddy.)  When caught by her Mommy doing the nasty unto her self she was spanked with a belt until her tender ass was near bleeding.  When caught by her Daddy---
	“take ‘em down.” he told her when her Mommy ratted her out about what she had been caught doing.  Patti took down her pants AND panties, leaned up against her bed and received a generous spanking from her Daddy’s bare hand to her bare ass.
	Then her Daddy went a little further in the discipline and claimed that it was NOT sex ‘cause it was anal.  Anal intercourse was NOT sex (according to Paul Forture who was a deacon in the small town church.)  Patti had no resources to contradict AND he was her Daddy—a Daddy figure was always right—right?
	After her ass was beaten raw and she was close to her eleventh birthday, Daddy Paul pushed his Daddy penis up her butt—this after much ado about fingering the not so virgin hole.  Patti’s pirate gang most often sought her booty’s booty and during captain initiated gangbangs was double and sometimes triple fucked (mouth, ass, cunt.)  Sometimes, not often, but sometimes as many as TWO pirates were slamming their tweeny cocks into her pussy OR asshole.  It was quite fun to see if the boys could manage to keep their schlongs in her for at least a minute.

	Daddy Paul rammed her asshole and did so up until she told him flatly NO.  This when she turned thirteen and new better.  Anal intercourse WAS sex.  Modern Sex Ed was taught in the schools and information regarding various sex plays could be obtained in the library, public and school wise as well as on the internet.
	Patti didn’t admonish what her Daddy HAD done—only that he wouldn’t be doing it anymore.  Patti was still playing pirate games with her gang, too (up until she got pregnant at the near end of her thirteenth birthday.)
	Other improprieties didn’t occur until college.
	There she had willing sex with a roommate.
	At the near end of her college life she had willing sex with a professor; the professor’s young teenage son, and the professor’s hip wife, too.  On the eve of her wedding (to current husband, Phil) she had sex with the best man—i.e. the best friend of current husband Phil.
	When Kara was a mere baby and Phil was on his new job and out of state learning said new job, the best man-friend came over during a horrific storm that had knocked out the power to half the city.  He was there for protection, solace, and sex.
	At the family church, she was having a slight sexual tryst with the assistant dean of instruction, Dave; music assistant, Michelle; teacher’s assistant, Barbra; and Sunday School adult teacher, Lance.  Dave was a dark haired fella in his mid 20s and very-very handsome.  He was the sound technician and every so often—Patti was at the church on some errand or other and the two found chemistry together.  They also found a special room to share their special chemistry and they did the nasty on more than one occasion.  Kara was two at the time and Keeven was “on the way.”
	But with Keeven, though, Patti wasn’t quite sure if whether or not Phil was the Daddy.  Patti had miscarried once and then had a false indication of pregnancy thereafter; stress levels escalated with having a family life and what was expected of her as a wife, mother, Christian, and employee.  It was a hard act to juggle.  Keeven had dark hair and did resemble Phil; but on closer inspection—he also resembled Dave who had very dark wavy hair (just like Keeven.)
	Oh well.
	Michelle and Barbra.  A two-fer.  Michelle was early twenties while Barbra was late teens.  Patti caught them both having a sexual romp at the church.  She joined in and became a professional “muff diver.”  
	Lance was another who had “chemistry” and while stocking the church’s pantry alone one Saturday, the two packed more than foodstuffs.

	Wow.
	“Any sexual desires for your Son?”
	Yes.
	There was, too, unnatural desires for Kara and Kellie.
	Kara was alarmed, shocked, and couldn’t catch her mind’s breath.
	Patti had lightly ever so lightly fingered her girls when they were young (and then later fingered herself into a furious orgasmic uproar thinking of being naughty with them.)
	And Keeven?
	Patti strongly resisted divulging the truth about her son.
	“You want him to fuck you, don’t you?” came the invading voice.
	Patti lost composure and cried.
	“Leave her alone!” shouted Kara.
	Jarred backhanded the girl sending her sprawling across the floor to collide with the wall.  She was stunned even more so and the connection of the EMAD was lost.  Unfortunately, the girl was too stunned from the attack and learning of the horror about her Mom to be able to react quickly enough.  That time was captured by Jarred Jamieson who managed to re-capture the young Subject’s mind.
	There was concern as the indicators on the EMAD did not have a solid “hold” on the girl’s mind.  The man left the room to go check on the other members telling Casey to “stay” like he was some dog.  Casey resented it but knew that he was needed to keep check on the present family.
	On his own, Casey found himself drawn to Kellie.  He was drawn to Kara and Keeven but Kellie was closest.  She was naked, she was damn cute with a perfectly postured body—straight with just beginning breasts.  Her long blond hair was fantastic and styled just so to give the girl quite the charm.  Amazing blue eyes looked out to take in the approaching hard cum squirting cock.
	Strangely, the girl closed her beautiful blue eyes, opened her mouth, and put her fingers about the throbbing hard cock before her.  Willing, so it seemed, she accepted the cock and sucked it.
	“She thinks you’re her Daddy.” said Jarred returning.
	“Everyone ok—out there?” Casey asked as his dick went slowly into the nine year old’s mouth.  Jarred nodded that it was so; then he put his dick into Kara’s mouth.  On the bed, Keeven and Patti were watching with Keeven in awe and Patti in horror.

	Casey’s inner most feelings began to ebb.  He didn’t care that what he was doing was wrong.  It felt too good to be wrong.  He knew of Patti and her family at the church—now he knew a whole lot more!  It gave him an “in” so to speak—armed with what he knew he knew that he could tag the woman any time he wanted!  That went for her kids, too!  
	Slowly Casey did work himself in and out of Kellie’s sweet Daddy sucking mouth.  It was a safe bet that Phil probably more than likely would like to fuck the girl—Kara, too.  Casey knew that he did.  No, it didn’t matter that she was so young.  Not in the least.  She had a dynamite little cunt and after getting his dick so slathered up with slobbers he moved the cocksucking girl down onto the floor and became oblivious to all else.
	With his fingers working tenaciously the little girl’s pussy, Casey reveled in the misdeed.  His aching cock went up against her side and he began to hump as his fingers delved into her cunny.  The desire to fuck her was strong but somehow he managed to hold off from doing so.  
	He did imagine Kellie as Angela, though.  Strong was the desire to put his fingers to Angela’s pussy.  Even stronger was the desire to lay his cock against her young cunny and “get after it!”
	Squirts of spunk began to spew; Casey positioned himself on top of the girl and there he did begin to hump.  The feeling was intently immense causing contortions unknown.  The shaft of Casey’s manhood rested resoundedly right in the groove of Kellie’s cunt; with great umph he drove himself against the groove cinching all the way until his balls were snugly tight against the girl, too.
	Spurtz of jiz began to squirt as Casey’s cock grinded into her sex; he strained and let the jutting member begin to ejaculate.  He arched his back and took the moment during ejaculation to glance over his shoulder and see his Boss finish humping Kara’s mouth and turning the girl around…

	Wickedly desiring to “get laid”, Casey left Kellie and crawled up onto the bed.  Although he wouldn’t have minded to sink his pud into Keeven he made for the boy’s mother.  Patti had the look of pure horror—mixed with pure confusion.  Luckily her mind was so lambasted she could not rightly distinguish the features that made Casey Brockton Casey Brockton.  Her pretty eyes fluttered as a cock entered her naughty insatiable cunt.  Casey let out a mighty moan indicating instant relief; Patti’s cunt was wondrous and gently pulled in the man’s dick.
	Casey shuddered all over; arching his back with tingling toes he nestled himself into the woman and began to pump.  Slow Ins and Outs, pulling all the way out to smack the cunt and then back in to fuck.

	Once the groove of the deed was in progress, Casey began smoothing his hand over Keeven’s ass.  A strong desire there was to hump the boy.  In his mind he saw himself spanking the boy; then, with his ass searing red plunging his fuckstick into the boy’s virgin hole and filling it to capacity with cum.
	He wanted to suck the boy.
	He wanted to see the boy sucking him.
	The unnatural desires swelled in Casey and he began to pump the boy’s Mother with great tenacity.  Meanwhile, the Mother sucked on her son’s pud, balls, and fingered his hole.
	Kara Marie Jonson was on her knees being rammed by Jarred Jamieson’s rod.  The girl cried some and displayed some anguish.  She arched her own back, twisted and gyrated about calling out for her mindless Mother.  Jarred smacked the girl’s ass and plowed her dirt chute with dire determination.
	Casey fucked Patti delivering unto her a massive amount of pent up cum minutes later.  With the release of jiz the energy level plummeted greatly.  A massive headache soon ensued and he felt every fiber of his being literally on fire.  Even with his cock pumping out the last little bit of spunk matter, Casey continued to remain hard and hump the woman’s pussy.  He laid on her and began groping her breasts—not a thing came to mind.  All there was was to fuck and that was it.
	And it was a good fuck, too; too bad it didn’t last (long.)
	Casey was exhausted—mind, body, and soul.  His cock ache severely; his mind was a blank cavas.  Patti wasn’t exceptionally pretty—but she wasn’t displeasing to the eye, either.  
	Cum was squirting out of her son’s cock, too.
	Keeven was in awe.  Sure he had cum before, by hand, his sisters’ hands, his sisters’ mouths, and humping ass (against ass) but cumming off in his Mom’s mouth was more than he could imagine.  Casey watched him as his sperm jutted out of his piss slit squirting into his Mom’s mouth and then all over the face.
	Casey slowly managed to roll himself off of Patti.
	Jarred had emptied his tool splooge up into Kara’s asshole; her ass flesh was spanked red and she tingled all over.  Jarred smacked her ass with his cock then pulled her not so gently over to her Mom.  Casey gave the man a hard stare of alarm and concern (about the mistreatment of the girl.)
	“It’s only temporary,” cooed back the man, “just for now—after we’re done she wont remember.”
	That was good to know, but still…

	“Being rough only shows the Subject who is in charge.” and not to trifle with.  It wasn’t Casey’s style but he guessed he saw the reason of it.
	Once the distraught girl was up on the bed between her Mom’s legs,
	“Lick it clean.”  And the “it” was the subject and referred the hapless teen to the cum laden cunt that was her Mom’s cunt.
	“Oh my God!” uttered the girl.  She was horrified beyond belief at the concept of licking the sperm spillage from her Mom’s pussy.  A swift and very hard smack to her ass convinced her otherwise.
	And though Casey didn’t particularly like the mistreatment to Kara, he was turned-on.  Watching the girl lap up the spilled spunk got him hard again despite how much his cock ached.  And it did ache.  A lot.  Kara, though, had a fine form; he could smell the girl’s body odor and see steam rising from her body—specifically her asshole.
	Slowly he masturbated—and used Kara’s hand to do so.  Jarred smiled approvingly over the torrid scene and put his dirty dong into Kellie’s mouth.  The girl was not so receiving and retched, gagged, and very nearly threw up.  Jarred was a little pissed and slapped the girl.  
	Once more Casey shot the man an angry look.
	Jarred smiled back and resumed a more calmer posture.  Kellie lay on floor curling up wailing quietly to herself.  Somewhere deep within the submissive go-along Casey, a festering began.

	After lapping up all the juices from her Mother’s cunt region, the girl was turned about to settle her own cunt onto her Mother’s face.  Keeven came to sink his boy toy into his Mom’s cunt (and be spanked while doing so by Jarred (and then later on by Casey!))
	Patty took her son’s nuggets into her mouth; Keeven took Casey’s cock into his; Jarred spanked Keeven’s ass then not so gently sodomized the boy via fingers and then a handy-dandy medium sized dildo.  Keeven wasn’t appreciative and wriggled about so displaying such displeasure.  Casey found himself once more torn—he was turned-on with his dick in the boy’s mouth and even excited by the boy being spanked and molested—but he was also alarmed and not so enthused with the treatment being administered by Mr. Jamieson.

	There was cum shoot but after several minutes in the boy’s mouth it was time to pull out.  The boy gagged some, choked and retched and very nearly blew chunks.  Casey was glad that he didn’t.  He slapped the boy’s face (but not hard) with his sore aching dick and then spent a couple of minutes face fucking the lad--

	All the while the Boss fucked the boy’s ass and fucked it hard.  He didn’t cum either but made the boy’s Mother lick her son’s hole just the same.
	Jarred seemed very enthralled watching Patti lick her son’s poop chute.  Casey moved off of the bed and went to Kellie who rebuked him by curling up.  Casey felt bad for her; he squatted by her feet for a while then positioned the girl on her knees…
	Jarred watched him as he put it to the girl’s ass.  He slipped out	a time or two to attempt poking his way into her cunt but he was too big.  Her asshole was accepting and so he continued his presence there.  Again, though, he thought of Angela and Chrissy.  With Angela it was more of a possible.  Chrissy was five years young and in no way “accepting” of a Daddy dong.  Angela, though…

	A shot of bourbon just didn’t do it for him, wasn’t strong enough.  A shot of whiskey didn’t even help.  Jarred had assured him that the Jonson’s would be oblivious to what had happened to them.  Somewhat.
	“Somewhat?”
	“Well, they are going to be sore, sticky…”
	Sore.  Sticky.  No doubt.  And no matter what, there would be unsettling images not eradicated by the overtaxed EMAD.  But other than that, the Jonson family would be ok.
	Casey wasn’t sure about himself, though.
	
*

Banging the sheep
	Nichelle Bicky, Kristy Brimmer, Claudia Chan, Dawn Spears.  
	Four fantastic girls, all thirteen years young, fantastic bodies.  
 	Fantastic.
	Despite being in attendance at church, the aforementioned girls seldom dressed up.  Special occasions, yes; but for everyday attendance—casual worked just fine.  Dawn, though, was the only one who wore a dress—but Dawn was the only one who wore a dress on a regular basis.  She did wear jeans, shorts, jumpers, and the like—but she preferred dresses.
	Nichelle was African-American; Claudia was Chinese-American; Kristy old fashion American-white European import along with dressy Dawn.  The girls were a group who were seldom seen apart and they attended a community church—one that Casey and Jarred Jamieson also attended.

	No better place to have the “pick” of the litter than at a church.  Lots and lots (and lots) of pretty-pretty girls were at the church, a church.  It was a perv’s heaven.  Casey usually occupied his mind with Scripture, schmoozing with various other adults who held some sort of position in the church and the like—to keep his mind from wondering (and wandering) to those delightful girls he’d most likely to see naked riding his face and cock.
	There were EMAD detectors and virtually everyone had one on their person from infant to senior.  EMAD detectors were on all doors leading in or out of a building and some schmuck in an usher’s persona would wander down the aisles of the Sanctuary using a portable handheld Detector as well as other church Suits making rounds outside.
	With Detectors there, too, were Preventors.
	Everyone was equipped with some sort of deterrent to an EMAD attack otherwise known as a Preventor.  There were two types of Preventors; One was to prevent the attack of an EMAD and the other was to prevent the Preventor from being detected and thusly prevented (from its intended operation).
	Jarred Jamieson’s EMAD was Preventor-Detector sensitive and could detect the presence of an EMAD Detector as well as Preventor before being detected.  Got that?  Pass the aspirin…
	Nichelle Bicky.  There were many black (African-American) girls who was pretty—damn pretty.  Some didn’t even have to try!  Many girls were just naturally pretty; some girls slutted themselves up to be popular and extraordinarily pretty for purposes other than being but being a popular slut.
	Nichelle had natural prettiness.  Her walk, her talk, her mannerisms all wrapped up into a fine compact thirteen year old body.  The girl had style, poise, and a tight ass.  Casey didn’t know if the girl was a virgin or not—but he wanted to find out.  It had been over a week since the debacle at his Boss’ home; the Jonson family had to have their minds dinked with during as many as three sessions to “right” them.  That was for them to accept their new way of life—one that they had kept to themselves, hidden, and unknowledging.  With the aid of Jamieson’s EMAD, the family was freed from the inhibitions that were socially unacceptable and freely immersed themselves in the dysfunction of family bliss.  The horror of what had happened to them at Jamieson’s home were erased—replaced with images that were as images that were desired. 
	Getting a specific girl out from her constant companions was a toughie—but manageable.  Jarred manipulated ALL of the girls sending a message to the others that one of their members was just not among them.  

 	When it was seen that the remaining girls were accepting of the message it was determined that those girls would soon be had, too.  But first!

	Jarred Jamieson had a motorhome.  He had a boat, a 3,000 sq. ft. home, charter member of the country club, a Summer home in the Mountains, a beach home, and an EMAD.  During the change of services when all parishioners were bustling about to go from various Sunday School classes before the second regular service, Nichelle Bickey was bamboozled and directed to walk out thru the middle courtyard between the two two-story church structures and out to the back parking lot.
	Once there, the lovely girl with dynamite ass was directed to the lone motorhome.  The RV was parked at the end by the fence out of the way.  There were a few peoples being late arrivals coming into the parking lot, some were leaving—no one paid any attention to the girl making her way thru the lot.
	Casey was a little worried about the security cameras.  Jarred was aware of them but had no way to deal with them.  They would just have to be “nonchalant” in making their way to the RV.  Nichelle was already there and had walked around to the door which was on the non-viewing side from the church.
	Jarred went right along the sidewalk and then cut into the parking lot while Casey went the super long way around to come to the RV.  Nichelle just stood there, a blank expression on her face.  Jarred behind her with his blue imported tie flopping in the breeze.  He was already ready to pounce on the girl with his arms about her squeezing her breasts and running his hands up and down her body—her mind already fully affected by the EMAD.
	In the RV the girl was laid out on the rear bed.  All the windows in the massive motorhome were closed and secure from outside viewing.  The A/C was on and security camera activated so as to see any snoopers getting too close.  With Nicelle laid out, security resolved, Jarred stripped off his clothes.  It was a clear indication to Casey that somebody was going to get fucked.
	The Boss stood nude at the side of the Queen size bed, masturbating as he looked over the mind-effected teenager.  Casey felt obliged to join in (getting naked) and did so.  It had been over a week since he had last had sex; sex of any kind.  No masturbation, no molesting of his children, no sex with the wife.  He worked.  He worked out (in the gym)l; he occupied his mind and time keeping his lust for sexual deviancy at a minimum.

	“Would you do the honors?” Jarred asked.
	Casey began undressing the girl, removing her top first.  Nichelle had nice creamy skin; for a black girl she was very nice.  There were some black actresses, adult and otherwise, who were really the exception in their appearance.  Nichelle Bickey was an exceptional beauty.
	With her top and undershirt off there was her green tinted bra.  The teenager had smallish breasts, that of a young twelve year old.  For Jarred and Casey, though, small breasts were just fine.  
	Casey’s cock grew intensely hard.  Over a week and nothing.  His wife had been a little “in the mood” but Casey resolved not to give in and let his cock rest up.  
	His fingers trembled as he undone the girl’s pants.  Once more his mind began to be infiltrated with a myriad of images he could make little sense of.  The only resounding though that was absolute that he was a monster.  He denied it, of course, but the facts were that he was.  
	But was that appropriate?  Was the damning of himself proper?  He doubted condemnation as he wasn’t so sure that he was acting on his own.  He was certain for relatively assurance that most men had wayward thoughts—if not for their own children for other people’s children.
	Was Jarred’s EMAD responsible for his wicked thoughts and desires?  He knew and was very aware that he himself had unnatural desires.  That was a given.  But he knew, too, that he was able to curb those unnatural desires and proceed onward with life as he saw fit in the normal socially acceptable manner that was acceptable.
	With the advent of the EMADs, though, who knew if their own thoughts were their own?

	Lavender panties.  Nichelle had lavender bikini style panties and Jarred was close to ejaculating right then and there.  Casey was close behind but was busy undressing rather than whacking.  The girl was even nicer naked, more than expectations.  Flooring.  Devastating.  Giving throbbing hard cocks everywhere a reason to live.
	Exploring the girl’s poon revealed that she was not a virgin.  She didn’t seem slutty, though.  Casey poured his eyes over the girl, taking in every nuance of her nakedness.  Very muchly would he like to have her as his own.
	Jarred eased onto the bed taking first dibs.  Casey was cool with that; it was his EMAD that had brought the girl to the den.  Jarred moved onto the girl resting his cock onto the teen’s twat.  Locking his arms he poised himself above her taking her in with his eyes.

	Casey’s mind slowly blanked—on its own will.  To what end would there be?  His family, the Jonsons, Nichelle.  How many more?  There was no going back, he knew that much.  No erasing what had happened.  A part of him despised the man, Jarred Jamieson.  But Casey wondered, if HE had an EMAD—what then?  Would he be as heinous as Mr. Jamieson?  
	The next thing he knew—Mr. Jamieson was saying “your turn.”
	How much time had passed?  Casey felt disillusioned to say the least, but he was still horny.  He didn’t mind sloppy seconds.  Jamieson was already standing lightly masturbating, smiling, sweating, with cum dripping from his cock.  Casey mounted the unwary black girl and slid his cock into her sex shoving himself all the way and then pumping straightaway.

*

	Nichelle was not the only one, there were others.  Several.  Teenagers Christina, Cay, and Dawn were drawn in to the den (RV) and systematically defiled.  Casey 90-percent was whole heartedly into the misdeed—the sex part was the good part; the absconding was what bothered him.  
	The not knowing the girls kinda helped.  The girls were cute—way cute; pretty, smart, and were different in their mannerisms, clothing, personas.  Each girl beheld a different manner and as soon as they were safely inside the Boss’ RV, Casey couldn’t wait to see them nude.
	Christina removed her clothing on her own.  Casey stripped his off while she did so and as he had pointed the girl out in the Sanctuary, he got first dibs on her.  Christina was the second girl after Nichelle for the day, the others came in following week’s services.
	Raven dark hair did Christina have; no hair on her pussy, though.  Casey was enthralled beyond belief to see a girl without pubes.  His tongue went right to her bald beaver and began an earnest bout of licking.  Meanwhile, his naked Boss spanked him.
	Cay was a Korean girl who had just a small strip of pubes on either side of her canyon cunt.  Christina had been a virgin, Cay was not.  Christina did, though, take it in the ass AND give head.  Cay took dick in her pussy and mouth but not in the ass.  Casey’s cock dwelled nicely in the non-virgin girl’s cunt; she had delicious apple sized titties and he delighted in playing with them while he fucked the girl.  His hands went all over her, cupping her ass, squeezing her butt, smoothing her sides.  
	Dawn Varnuc was a happy gorgeous thirteen year old who had three virgin holes (but was an enthusiastic masturbator.)  The girl was exceptionally pretty and was making print ads in teen magazines.

	With some anal lube, cock grease, and dire determination—Casey and Jarred double penetrated the pretty girl—it took the entire Church service to do it.  Slow penetration, fingering, the use of a dildo, and determination to double fuck the girl without hurting her (too much.)
	She was way sore after the deed and sent on her way.  She paused several times and freaked out after being released back to her own mind.  She knew something was wrong and made for the bathroom where she made the discovering of blood in her panties and the soreness in her cunt and asshole.
	Casey and Jarred backed off from the church for a while thereafter.  Security measures were kicked up at the Church, more security guards.  The two abandoned the church scene and took up destroying a family instead.  Two boys, Nick Schyler and his best friend, Henry, were taken to the eye.  
	“I wonder if they take the bone?” Jarred casually wondered.
	It frightened Casey a little.  The boys in question were typical boys who jostled one another, played ball, and ogled girls their age and older.  The boys were no more than thirteen.  Nick was with dirty blond, sandy blond hair, blue eyes, a little undertall for his age making him kind of stout but not overweight.  Bestest-best friend, Henry was a little taller, very sandy brown hair, green eyes, thinner build.
	Casey deduced that neither boy was gay for the other.
	Jarred did not share that opinion and wanted to know for sure.
	Equipped with an EMAD…

	While at Enriette Park, Nick and Henry tossed a football, eyed some girls, and got hot.  They made way to the bathrooms and the water fountain on the side of the small set back from the central area of the park.  After quenching their thirst it was the last thing they could rightly remember.
	Behind the building the boys were directed and though they did have a bit of their own mind—they had no will.  Nick stood up against the desert stucco brown shit house knowing that his friend before him was “up against him” pressing hard.
	“Kiss him.”
	The words burned into Nick’s mind.  “What?”
	“Have you kissed a boy before?  Ever?”
	Not “No” but “HELL NO!”
	“Have you ever wanted to?”
	Again, not “No” but “HELL NO!”

	Nor had Nick ever fondled (or wanted to fondle) another guy’s noodle.  Nor did Nick WANT some other guy to fondle his, either.  No ass grabbing, no rubbing his schlong against another guy’s schlong, or ass.  There were no tendencies to “try out” the homosexual lifestyle whatsoever.
	Henry, however, WAS curious.  But only curious.  He fondled himself but was curious as to what it would be like to “be” fondled; he was curious about what “taking it in the ass” was about.  Cocksucking was another curiosity along with Rim Jobbing, Ball Washing, Around-the-World, 69-ing, and other terms regarding sex and sex positions he had heard.  
	Henry was curious but that was as far as it went.
	Both boys were masturbators.  That was a given—they were boys!
	Neither, though, had ever jerked off in the other’s presence.
	Both had taken a piss in front of the other—in the woods, in the wilds of the park area, and in the backyard of the other’s home.  Both lusted for girls their age and older, and both openly discussed sex with said girls but both were virgins.
	Both boys had so-so girlfriends but the relationship was at its basic function—“friend.”  Nick, however, had a sister, a younger sister.  She was nine.  At times the two siblings got along better than most siblings; there were those times, too, whereas the other typical sibling relationship reared its head—bickering, in-house fighting, outdoing one another on all levels, vying for parental attention, and going out of their way to get the other in some sort of trouble.
	Nick, though, as he got older lessened his getting his sister in trouble ‘cause he learned that it had an affect on his allowance—not too mention his ass.  And there was a benefit to being “nice” to his sister—it allowed him to get his dick against her ass.
	What!? What!?  What!?
	Yep, occasionally, Mindy would let Nick “whip it out” and “rub it on” (her ass.)  The girl, too, would sometimes masturbate him.  She was curious about her brother’s dick and that curiosity got Nick handjobs.
	In turn, Nick got to see his sister’s pussy AND give up a portion or all of his allowance.  Mindy would also hold off telling their Mom about the cigarettes, the broken vase, the bad report card, Henry staying the night in the garage and Nick’s bedroom, and the list goes on.
	Just a look—at Mindy’s cunt; in the bathroom usually the girl would pull up her nightgown to reveal herself clad in no panties.  Henry would get on his knees and have himself a good look.

	The images in his mind gave Nick a serious boner as he was pressed against the wall of the piss house.  Friend Henry was pressed against Nick having himself his own boner.
	“Kiss him.” the words came to Nick again—this time—there was no resistance.  The boys pressed their lips together and began “kissing.”  Neither boy had ever kissed anyone—just their Moms (but no tongue.)  Nick and Henry pressed their lips to the other—then their mouths parted and their tongues went exploring into the other.
	Their young teen bodies meshed with Nick groped his friend’s ass squeezing hard.  Their passion heated and Henry began to buck as if he were fucking.  Steam began to waft from their bodies—in their young impressionable minds they were not tuned to the fact that they were engaging with their best friend.  Not yet.
	After kissing, Henry went down his friend’s body taking out Nick’s dick from its confines.  The cock was hard and Henry kissed it, ran his tongue around the crown, then up and down the shaft before engulfing the whole thang in one fell gulp.
	Henry, though not a cocksucker, sucked like a pro regardless.  He made a face of displeasure but otherwise regarded the tube steak in his mouth as a treat.  
	Nick’s emotions prevented him from ejaculating.  That was ok, there was time.  His mind was oblivious to the fact that Henry was pleasing him—that image was filled with his sister, Mindy.
	Jarred saw, too, that not only was the image of Mindy—but Nick’s Mom, Heather.  Jarred smiled and while his Employee stood on one side of the boys blocking absolute viewing of their mischievous act, he whipped out his own dick and had the young Henry suck it.

	Henry’s Mom had a business she operated out of the home; travel agent.  An older brother had several friends over for a bullshit session and were working out in the garage.  Henry’s Dad worked odd hours and was due home, soon.
	Nick’s Mom was a teacher, his Dad worked at an office, his sibling at a friend’s house for the day.  That meant no one was home.  Perfect.  Using the back alley the group went into the backyard and then the house unseen.  The house was cool (and quiet.)  The boys were paused in the kitchen and manipulation was still the call of the day.  The boys had their minds back, but were oblivious to what had previously happened to them (in the park.)  They, too, were oblivious to the fact that they were not alone.

	From the fridge they helped themselves to some beer.  Jarred and Casey did as well.  The boys became more and more themselves, still unaware of their park shenanigans or the presence of two (horny) men.  Casey marveled at the prowess of the EMAD.  Armed with such a device a person could make a name for himself, herself.  A fantastic bank robber, assassin, or hero—superhero!  
	With a minding device a person could have power!  With an EMAD, one could have a nice-nice house; in the country, at the beach, in the mountains.  The most expensive Recreational Vehicle imaginable, the best cars, boats, anything and everything.  An EMAD could make anything possible.
	But for the most part, the EMAD was a mind manipulator for the purposes of sexual deviancy.  Not acquiring money out the ass, fine homes, that position on the rung of success, or thwarting injustice.  Sexual deviancy reigned supreme.
	After consuming their beers—the boys stood and stripped off their clothes.  It was an odd thing to do—but neither hesitated or even was curious as to why they were doing so.  The presence of the two strange men were still hidden.
	After getting naked the boys hugged each other then once more returned to kissing.  Passionately.  Being naked made it better and the boys smoothed their hands to the other’s ass.
	“You love being naked with your friend.” cooed the voice of the operator of the EMAD controlling them.  “You love playing with his cock.  You love SUCKING his cock; you love getting his cock to cum.”  Jarred’s voice was commanding, deep—bassy, and British.  In some ways—most ways, Jarred would be more befitting of a prominent male actor, employee Casey often saw his Boss as a domineering evil wizard in British movies set in some mythical fantasy world.
	“You love fucking your friend in the ass,” Jarred continued, “you love spanking your friend’s ass hard—so hard it turns red.”
	A dozen or so commands came to fill the boys’ minds erasing their normal relationship and replacing it with an abnormal one.  They would become lovers, ass pounders, cocksuckers, spankers, and Pee-on-Me friends.
	After the commands had been set forth and much ado about kissing and groping, the boys laid out in the hallway whereupon with Henry on bottom and Nick on top, they proceeded with 69ing one another.  Once underway, Jarred began spanking Nick’s ass with a belt.  Nick was somewhat area—it only demonstrated to Casey the power of the EMAD and its amazing hold on the human mind—regardless of sex and age.

	After Nick’s ass was red hot red, Jarred schlepped his salami to the boy’s tenderized ass-spanking it for a moment before cramming his way into the virgin hole.  Casey got on his knees at Nick’s head and replaced Henry’s fuck stick with his own.  Nick sucked and Casey liked—a lot!
	Jarred wasn’t having an easy time of anal penetration—Nick’s hole was tight-tight-tight.  He needed breaking in.  Casey fucked Nick’s mouth for a bit, then humped the boy’s face before humping on Henry’s sex parts.  Jarred fingered roughly Nick’s funk hole before having Henry do the deed—after licking his friend’s dirt chute himself.
	“You love being naked with each other,” continued the Voice, “you love to shower together, lay naked together—and kiss one another.”  The defiling commands filled their minds until it was their new way of life.
	Afterwards, the boys took turns humping one another via the backdoor way of pleasuring.  Casey and Jarred took their turn, too.  Each boy, then, learned the Rim job way of life—cleaning a funk hole after it had been fucked and filled to overflowing capacity with cum.
	More spanking, peeing, and oral.
	Then a beer break followed by more the same of the aforementioned sex play with Jarred and Casey doing most of the sexual engagement.  Jarred continued to instill upon the boys’ minds their new way of life along with applied application of said new way of life.  
	Then Nick’s Mom and sister came home.

	Heather and Mindy were stunned when they saw Nick and Henry stark naked, sweating, with cum dripping from their puds.  The stun factor helped Jarred and his amazing mind fucking device—the Device was warm-warm to the touch and a curious red light began to blink on the instrument panel.  Probably not a good sign.
	The boys were coming around to be more “aware” and struggled with themselves as torrid thoughts and actions screamed relentlessly through their young minds.  They, too, had to deal with the fact that they were nude and nude in front of others.  In their minds were the images of what they had been doing all the day.  They wanted to be repulsed—they wanted to be.  But couldn’t.  They couldn’t one hundred percent accept the horror of being homos, but could not deny their lust for one another, either.
	No more Q&A, the EMAD was taxed and then some and was close to powering down itself.  That wouldn’t be good.  Jarred was sweating and formulating a back-up plan, an escape plan.  Casey figured he probably wasn’t a part of the plan and would probably be left out hanging to be responsible for the family demise.

	Heather stood in a funk.  Before she could get out “What the fuck are you doing?” though, her mind was slapped.  Heather Anne literally felt as if someone had not slapped her face but her mind.  It was incredible.  A searing blistering heat filled her head suddenly nearly blinding her.  She then saw that her naked son and naked friend were not alone—there were two naked men behind them.
	But that was about all she could see and know of.
	Heather was highly aware but her body was frozen.  She could barely speak—and when she did it was a struggle as she could not rightly get her breath.  Heather could do nothing but watch as her naked son and his naked friend came up to her and began undressing her.
	Wearing a layered top took time for the boys to manage.
	The bra was easy.
	There was a pause; Mindy, who stood right beside her Mom, cried.
	Down came Heather’s beige slacks.
	The boys stood fighting-fighting the Voice commanding them.  But there was no use and both boys pulled down the womanly panties.  A butterfly tattoo was on the top of Heather’s cunt, a devil tat was on her right butt cheek, an angel on the left, a floral design with a sneaky hiding snake within the design.
	The woman breathed hard, stared straight ahead into the kitchen trying to get her breath, too.  She tried very hard to get a handle on the situation, to understand what the fuck was happening.  But blinding light and piercing noise interrupted that attempt.
	The next thing she knew…
	She was laid out on her bed.  Naked.  Her legs were open and there was a naked man on either side of the bed; her naked teenage son was on the bed licking her pussy while his naked teen friend was on the bed beside her masturbating—using her hand!  Mindy was also naked standing at the foot of the bed wailing with her hands folded together clutched tightly under her chin.  
	Nick licked, lapped, lusted on his Mom’s naughty twat.  Her juices she tried to deny him but failed and she began to buck his sweet face.  The boy lapped the entire area of her crevice with his mind being filled with yet more intrusive family destructive notions.
	“You love your Mom’s pussy.”
	“You love to lick your Mom’s pussy.”
	“You love to suck, nip, finger, and fuck—your Mom’s pussy.”
	Bits of cum began to drip from Nick’s dick; Jarred smacked the boy’s ass, fondled the dangling testicles, then had Henry come around…

	Cum was dripping from tip of Henry’s dick, too.  There was a bit more “awareness” in Henry but the struggle to resist the Voice commands just wasn’t possible.  The more he tried the more he felt violently ill.  He hated that.  Giving in to the horror of sexual deviancy was better (it wasn’t all that bad.  A little disgusting maybe, but sexual relief was good however you got it.)
	And Henry “got it” in the way of licking his friend’s dirt chute (again.)  Sucking on Nick’s testes up thru his legs was particularly good (with Henry’s nose right in Nick’s funk hole.)  Thereafter a minute or so of that task the simple task of “fuck him” came to be.
	Henry cinched himself up to his friend’s naked wiggling ass and after half a minute of slapping his pecker against Nick’s flesh—poked his way into his best friend’s shitter.
	Nick continued to lick out his Mom’s cunt; Mindy had to be belted to get her to reach out under her brother and began masturbating him.  Three very hard smacks with the belt to her ass—the act caused Jarred to get insanely hard.  Casey—not so much.  Sexual deviancy was one thing, torture was another.
	Henry took as many as five minutes to fully unload his love cream.
	Nick was ready to blast off his own by then; his tongue had worn out after two minutes of having his ass pounded so he rubbed his face all over his Mom’s cunt.  After Henry pulled out, Nick pulled in—er, he lay on his Mom with her working his cock into her womanhood.
	Heather’s mind was seriously blanking out and she was mindless.
	Mindy quieted and watched in curious horror as her brother fucked.
	Henry faded to the floor to curl up in a fetal position—his mind and body lost to the ravages of abhorrent abnormal behavior.  Jarred took up the belt and lashed it against the Nick’s pumping ass—repeatedly.  Casey found himself against Mindy; on his knees behind her, his cock against her soft pillowy ass.  Around her he did wrap his arms, caressing her stomach and then down to her young adorable hairless poon.
	Deep desires began to surge.  Closing his eyes he pushed away what else was going on—he wanted private time with Mindy.  She was too young for intercourse—but he would have fun trying!

	After Nick humped his Mom and delivered a bountiful shot of teen boy cum, he was exhausted and lay off to one side with his Mom masturbating him.  Henry took his turn.  Henry was ready.  Henry had long waited to fuck his best friend’s Mom and he didn’t take any hesitation once the command to his mind was sent.

	Jarred took extra pleasure in striking the boy’s bare ass—Henry, though, barely took notice as there were more powerful pleasures overriding the inflicted pain.  Henry fucked and fucked, pulled out and fucked the outside area of the woman’s pussy, then drove back in and fucked tenaciously for over two minutes before releasing his milky love cream.
	Casey’s cock was between Mindy’s legs—he no longer cared that she was merely nine—it didn’t matter.  He wanted to fuck her and that was all there was to it.  
	After a bit of rest, with Heather masturbating her son and his best friend, the boys came up to their knees while the man-in-charge got onto the bed himself.  While Heather (and Mindy) watched, the boys went down on the naked stranger’s cock sucking the near life out of it.  Heather was horrified and very sickened.  The boys sucked the man, his balls, and made no attempt at trying not to.
	Then the boys 69ed beside Heather while the strange naked man-in-charge mounted her and helped himself to pleasure.  The boys were immersed into a sexual lustful frenzy and were not aware of anything else.  Heather caressed her son’s best friend’s ass as he was on top.  She retched as the sickness swelled in the pit of her stomach almost making her unaware of the simple fact that she was being raped!
	Heather would have been more sickened had she seen her young daughter.  Young Mindy masturbated the other naked stranger, she sucked on the man’s cock, his balls, then laid out on the floor to be fucked herself.  Whether or not Casey was under mind control or not was not clear—and Casey couldn’t attest to the fact whether or not he would care.  With mind control, he could be someone he wasn’t; mind control would allow him the ability to seek out and wallow in the nonstandard manner of being human.
	But Mindy was nine.  Nine years young.  Casey couldn’t—yea, he wouldn’t defile her.  He did lay his throbbing hardness against her young innocence and there hump until spewing a plentiful amount of fresh hot jiz, but he did not penetrate.
	But he wanted to.
	Humping the girl’s slit was almost as intense as being in it.  Mindy thrashed about some causing Casey to smack her ass.  When she fussed too much she got smacked more to the point where Casey was indeed no longer in control of himself; wickedly with a furor he roughly turned the girl over and wailed upon her ass until she was unable to scream out her pain.

	Casey, though, was oblivious to her ails and jerked her up to a standing position and continued to wail upon her nakedness before putting himself in an armless chair and yanking the distraught girl across his lap.  Then he commenced to spanking—spanking—spanking her bare ass until his hand grew numb.
	Nicholas and Henry came off of the bed and up to Mindy’s searing ass.  Heather was delirious but not so far out of her mind (yet) not to know what was going on.  She was powerless and that inability to save her children and yea even herself only worsened her inert abilities as a Mother and a woman.
	Nick licked on his sister’s burning bum, caressed it with his hands, tongue, and then his sore aching cock.  After licking and fingering her hole he applied some petroleum jelly from a nearby nightstand and lubed his sister’s shit pipe as well as his own cock—plus friend Henry’s cock.
	Then he put it to her.
	Mindy wriggled and despite the pain to her ass she was aware—very aware—that she was being violated.  Nick was aware of what he was doing but couldn’t stop himself.  But once the head of his dick slid into her dirt chute he didn’t care—the feeling overrode his senses and let the humping begin!

	Nicholas made a face exhibiting the fact of the matter than he was cumming off.  This after four incredible minutes of intense sodomy.  The boy’s hands gripped his sister’s hips as he drove wickedly into her body; his balls slapped, skin sweated, and sexual lust for orgasm escalated into a euphoric ride the boy wanted to do over and over and over.
	A long sticky strand of clear cum came from Nick’s piss slit to his sister’s fresh fucked asshole.  His cock pulsed and he didn’t want to even touch his dick.  He lay to heave on the floor with his mind eroding away.  Henry took his turn and after a couple of pumps into the girl’s backdoor he was pulled out and directed into Mindy’s cunt.
	Small near erratic pumps did Henry make; in his mind he wanted to do same with many girls—his age, older, younger.  The boy blasted his own thick viscous clear cum two minutes later and was utterly exhausted.  Like Nick, he wanted to fuck again and again and again.  Age and sex didn’t matter.  A hole was a hole was a hole.  He loved his best friend and wanted deeply to fuck his friend’s ass and mouth; to pee on him, be peed on; to spank and be spanked, and to take showers with.  Henry also wanted to be loved on by older naked men…

*
Scumbags of the nation, unite!
	A gray area
	How he had come to be in possession of an EMAD—he didn’t know.  It seemed familiar to him, though—as did a lot of things.  There was no making sense of what was going on—around him or in him (his mind.)  All around him it was if though he were from the pages of a book he had just read.  He recognized the elements and was familiar with them—i.e. his family, workplace, and associates.  He knew how to get to his workplace and then home—but he did so as if he were in a dream world.  It was very bizarre.
	The EMAD in his possession was familiar, too.  A lot of things were “familiar” but again, it was like being in a living dream.  Another thing that was familiar was young teenager Henry Nolastname known.  Not that it was important.  What WAS important was his lustful desire for the opposite sex.  Age was not a factor.  Little girls, wee girls, teen girls, girls period.
	In the neighborhood park’s west end area, young thirteen year old Henry had the hornies for Kris Biltzen.  She was thirteen, too; a tomboy, had a fantastic throwing arm; she could run bases faster than any girl (and some boys); she could spit (watermelon seeds) and was an all around good sport and nice girl.  She knew Henry’s existence and even acknowledged his existence.  But that was about as far as it went.
	Henry wanted to see her naked.  He masturbated to her image.  He had seen the top of her panties AND butt crack.  He wanted to see her squatting to pee.  There were many-many girls on his List, but Kris took the top honors.
	Casey felt some sort of strange obligation to help the boy out.  And after see the girl he, too, put the girl high on his own list.  The girl had a nice bod; brown hair down midway her chest (that she usually kept in a single bouncy pony tail that usually was stuck out the back of a ball cap.)  She wore good clothes and came from a good family (with money.)  She was an only child but her Mom had remarried not long after a divorce—which pissed Kris off and she decidedly had nothing to do with the New Daddy OR his six year old daughter.
	Henry had unnatural desires about the little girl—more on that later.
	First, Kris.

	The girl was swayed easily enough, strangely enough, to the somewhat secure area behind the park bathroom.  It wasn’t the most secure area but it would do.  Laying down made it a little better to be unseen.  Kris was all obliging—mindless (similar to that of a zombie from the late-late show.)
	Young Henry pushed her blue/white tee-shirt up and paused to gawk at her teenage titties.  “Whoa.” he said to himself.  “Nice.” he added.  The girl’s titties were nicer still when the bra cups were popped up to expose.  Henry’s intent was to fuck but there was a sequence of events to go thru first.
	After a few moments of ogling the teen’s titties it was time to move on.  Henry’s young pud was already ready to blow off its load; his fingers trembled undoing the girl’s jeans and his personal cream began to soil his underwear.
	The boy found himself hard pressed as finally he got the jeans undone and down enough to expose the girl’s lavender undies.  “wow.” the boy expressed aloud.  He had no choice but to stare at the girl in her undies and uttering “wow” a few more times.
	Before his cock fully unloaded its boy cream, young Henry pulled down Kris’ pants AND panties.  Bare pussy greeted him and another few moments of “wowing” followed.  Bare pussy.  Wow.  Double wow.  He had seen wee little girls naked but barely made any acknowledgement of that.  He had seen girls in their swimsuits and made acknowledgements of that fact—curious as to what THEY looked liked naked.
	No foreplay, no “kissing” the cunt, introducing himself with his tongue or fingers—the boy simply went down on the girl’s body and began sliding his prick into her cunt.  It was natural instinct that drove him, and his prick; he slid with little effort, a little clumsy and some awkwardness but he was at length “in” and let the pumping begin!

	After Kris there was Claudia Keshi.
	Claudia was Chinese-America, tall, super long arms, legs, and silk jet black hair.  She was thirteen and had average sized titties for a girl her age (but not size.)  She was a nice girl and was aware of Henry’s existence on the Earth, she even knew his name!
	Claudia’s Mom had another girl, Maci.  She was eighteen and a freshman in the local college.  She was very smart, shorter than her sister, bigger titties, shorter jet black hair.  There was no Daddy in the picture, the reason why was unknown to Henry/Casey and neither cared, either.

	The Keshi house was a big sucker, two stories, big backyard (no pool) and a small front yard.  There was a garage that needed cleaning out and it was young Henry who was hired to do so.  Sweeping, setting designated marked boxes out for a church bizarre collection, and doing what the girls were supposed to do but hadn’t.
	“I’ll pay you the hourly rate.” Ms. Keshi said.
	At first, Henry wasn’t sure what that meant.  Why couldn’t she just have said, “I’ll pay you ten dollar” or something like that.  Hourly rate.  What did that mean?  He asked his Dad what was an ‘hourly rate’ and he learned that the normal hourly rate was eight dollars.  
	“take as long as you need.” Ms. Keshi had added.
	Henry looked over the garage after arriving midmorning; lots of boxes, lots of sweeping.  ‘two-three hours tops!’ Henry thought to himself, ‘maybe four!’
	Midway along his task and he got hot, tired, and thirsty.  He also had to pee.  There had been no sign of the girls or their Mother, but the family car was still in the drive.  The garage door to the house was open, of course, for him to use the hall bathroom as intended.
	The bathroom was girlie.  There were scented unlit candles on the counter; the walls were of some sort of blue color; the room reeked of perfume; it was way too neat and tidy.  Henry stood at the toilet nearly forgetting to lift the lid.  He really had to pee and it felt good to go.
	He farted, too.
	He wondered if girls farted?
	He had heard his Mom fart and sometimes caught of whiff of “gas” after she had left a room or he trailed behind her in the store.  But did girls his age “cut the cheese?”
	After a significant piss, he flushed and then began washing his hands.  The towels beside the sink were all neat, blue themed, and he wasn’t sure about wiping his hands on them.  So he peeked into the blue tinted wicker laundry hamper to see if there was a used towel within.
	No used towels—but there was some panties!
	Henry was ecstatic and plucked one of the undies up and out.
	Blue.  A sort of blue, bikini style (Casey so noted but young Henry had no idea there were differing types of girls’ underwear.)  Henry lightly examined the panties, sniffed the crotch, peered inside seeing a slight pee stain—it got him significantly hard and so he did the only natural thing a young teenage boy with a raging boner in his pants could do—he whipped it out.

	He had seen his Mom’s panties, gotten a pair of them a few times back in his laundry.  He had seen his Mom IN her panties—no biggie, she was his Mom and he didn’t think anything of it.  Whose panties he held in his hands was a mystery; Henry had no clue to the sizing of a girls underwear.  He imagined Claudia and Maci and even their Mother!
	The “blue” scent of perfume filled the bathroom; the bathtub was blue, the floor tiles, the walls, the window sill where a bunch of little trinkets were—little blue birds, bells, crystal figurines.  Girl stuff.  
	Henry had the panties about his teen shaft and was working it hard; he rubbed his own ass, fondled his own balls, and thought of Claudia and Maci naked.  The image of Kris filled his mind, then Claudia—Claudia knew his name and had invited him to a pizza party a few weeks earlier.  He didn’t go ‘cause he had family stuff to do but she had asked him.  That was cool.
	Cum began to spurt from his prick and no other time when he had jerked off had it felt so good.  He knew then that masturbating without panties just wasn’t going to cut it.  He would have to have a girl’s panties.  
	One squirt, two squirts, three!  The relief was instantaneous—his cock remained hard and jutted small bits of sperm.  The panties were thoroughly soaked with some strands of spunk matter having been squirted onto the inside lid of the hamper.  Henry rubbed his ass and even spanked it.  
	Hearing a noise outside Henry dropped the panties back into the hamper and fled the bathroom.  What the noise was he had no idea.  No one was around.  His cock ache and he was driven by thirst to casually check the fridge.
	Four varieties of sodas, a pitcher of tea, orange juice, and milk.
	Henry went for the soda and downed one quick.  He wondered if Ms. Keshi would take the cost of the soda out of his pay?  Only if she knew about it.  He helped himself to a piece of fudge then leaned against the counter—the kitchen was nice.  The whole house was nice; his own house in comparison was ok, too; but it was as neat and spiffy as the Keshi house.
	Then he got a whiff of something.
	Something strange (but familiar to the unseen Casey.)
	The odor was somewhere close.  It had Henry’s attention, he was a little worried and went searching for the source.  Casey was curious and followed (although how he was actually doing that was still unknown.)
	The “source” led them upstairs.
	The “source” led them to a surprise.

	The strong scent of marijuana filled the upstairs hallway; three bedrooms were on the 2nd floor, one bathroom with a master bath in the master bedroom.  A linen closet and then a family room that had once been a bedroom and could be again if necessary.
	The bedroom at the end of the hallway was the master.  The door was open askew and whiffs of funky odors were emanating from within—along with bouts of giggles.  Funky music young Henry had never heard before were dominating, too; 1960s era hippie music.
	Inside, Claudia and her sister, Marci were naked taking tokes on their smokes; their Mom, Mia, was also naked and highly already stoned.  It was an eye opener like no other.  The trio was stoned, naked, and having a family session like no other family had.  
	Mia Keshi was just as skinny as her daughters; Maci had a little more meat on her but she was still quite small.  The scene was incredible enough as it was—then it got even more so.  Maci had toked on her joint, closed her eyes and laid herself back onto some extra pillowy pillows.  She had a nice—very nice bod (‘specially naked!)  The naked college freshman who carried a 4.0 and then some began to finger her bald naked pussy.  Sister Claudia watched her and also had a bald naked pussy.  Maci began giggling for no apparent reason; Claudia went down to her sister hairless poon and began licking it!
	Henry had never seen the like before—nor had Casey.
	While Claudia licked out her sister’s cunt, Mia caressed Claudia’s upraised wriggling ass.  The caressing led to light spanking and that led to kissing!  Mia parted her daughter’s ass and began licking the hole and everything!
	Henry about lost it right then and there.
	Casey, too.
	Wait!  It gets better…

	The girls came to be on the bed forming a 69 position.  Mia spanked their butts, squeezed their flesh, and fingered herself before blowing the minds of the two unseen spies in the hallway.  After some spanking and watching her daughters hungrily going after one another, then lighting up another funny cigarette, Mia put on a dick.
	Henry had no idea, ‘What the fuck!?’ he mouthed to himself with his dick hard enough to hunt with.  Casey was aghast, awed, stupefied and blown away watching as the adult grown woman and mother fitted herself with a strap-on dildo.  The “attachment” was with a typical black leather belt with a jock-strap between the legs.

	The “cock” itself was a black mamba some 7-inches in length with life-like veins and “thick” meat.  No testicle attachment.  There, was, though, a smaller “cock” on the inside leather panel that went into the woman’s pussy as the 7-incher went into her daughter Maci.
	Maci was on top of her sister; her legs were spread out wide with Claudia spreading her sister’s ass so as to allow better access by their Mother.  Mia smacked Maci’s ass with the cock, gouged it up and down the girl’s ass and then finally began anal entry.
	Claudia giggled and rubbed her hands onto her Mom’s ass; Maci fully engulfed her sister’s quim driving her tongue all about wriggling her ass that was slowly being filled to capacity with her Mom’s cock.
	It was amazing to watch; young Henry got his cock out and began to please it.  Seemed the thing to do.  No one noticed—they were too busy with themselves.  Mia humped Maci for a few minutes then pulled out and discarded the strap-on; she slapped her daughter’s ass then went down and began licking the crack AND hole!
	Soon thereafter—
	Another strap-on came into play, Mia strapped it on, stroked the adequate phallic then situated herself on top of youngest daughter—the cock went slowly into the young teen’s sex and Henry was squirting.  Gobs of jiz was splashing onto the doorjam and he ached all over.  Mia eased the fake dick into her daughter’s cunt, pumped a bit, then pulled out and daughter Maci who was on top with her pussy quaking and cumming onto her sister’s face—sucked the fake dick.
	It was insanely intense.
	A few pumps into the mouth and then it was back into Claudia’s cunt.  Maci wriggled her sopping wet pussy onto her sister’s face, farted a narly fart and giggled-giggled-giggled.  Mia humped her daughter and then caught sight of their little spy.
	She wasn’t alarmed.  She stopped humping and stared at the petrified masturbating boy who hadn’t stopped wanking even after being seen.  Mia slowly slipped off of the naughty bed, removed the dildo and made way to the hapless young’un.
	“All finished in the garage?” she asked.
	Young Henry couldn’t answer, his eyes of blue stared right at the naked Chinese woman, right thru her.  Maci and Claudia were sitting, fingering themselves.  
	Mia knelt before the boy eyeing his throbbing hard cock.  She smiled, closed her eyes, and leaned in.  Seemed the thing to do.

*

A shagging we will go
	To hump or not to hump, that isn’t the question
	After an afternoon with the Keshi’s, shagged out Henry went home.  He was paid twenty dollars for his garage work, another twenty for his stint in the bedroom.  He was a willing participant and pleased all three girls.  Pleasure was what it was all about and he came nicely into (and onto) the three horny and extra naughty females.
	It was a new life, a new way of life for Henry—he liked it.  A lot!
	Mia and her girls were not the only ones so inclined to be naughty—nor the only ones young Henry spied upon.  At the home of Rodney and Carol Rodowski there were three wee lads, seven years young the each of them—triplets!  Red-flaming red hair, the greenest eyes, the most curious lads there ever was.  Rodney and Carol owned a business and it kept them busy so they needed a watchful eye over the boys.  Dawn Schier was the girl who took that task.  
	There had been other girls, several, who had taken the challenge to babysit the three boys—none of them survived very long and didn’t accept the handsome offering from Mr. Rodowski only to flee in horror and thankfulness from the accursed demon triplets.
	Dawn Schier, though, accepted the challenge at half price, full price and then some if when Mr. Rodowski and wife returned home—and it was in one piece, the kids were clean, dressed, and mannered.
	Dawn had a knack and a way with kids.  The boys three had tried their best to get the better of their new babysitter; slapping duct tape to her long blond hair (in playful fashion); switching their names to confuse her; changing their clothes to further confuse her; hiding; making farting noises; and so on as little boys do.
	Dawn was a good sport and despite the boys’ antics at trying to get her goat—the girl had a knack and spoiled their attempts.  She did get confused on who was who but after a while she determined who was who regardless of their efforts and their identical looks.  Each boy, though, had distinguishing mannerisms AND looks—it was a matter of detail and astute attention to such detail.
	At length, Dawn made fudge, special fudge with nifty added extra ingredients.  Timothy eagerly took the offering although his siblings tried to talk him out of it.
	“HEY!” he exclaimed, “this is good!”

	Randy and Mark held their ground but as the smell of the fresh made fudge wafted thru the house they were pulled in, too.  Dawn showed them how to dunk the fudge into the milk to cool the treat down and make it extra squishy in their mouths.
	Later on, the boys ganged up to try and gross her out—farting noises had failed but maybe they could get her screaming for the door with their hands full of moths.
	Nope.  Didn’t work, Dawn liked moths.
	Dawn liked snakes, spiders, and could tell decent boyish jokes, too.
	“She’s amazing!” announced Randy in hushed tones to his sibs.
	The boys made a bit of a mess—typical of being boys and Dawn got them to clean up their mess by making it a game.  The boys weren’t even aware that they had been tricked into cleaning.
	At length, the boys went to the bathroom.  One, two, three.  No matter if they were to poop or pee, they went as three.  Dawn was wiping down the dinning table when she heard a bloodcurdling scream.  With heart racing she shot into the hall bathroom where she found young Mark Rodowski holding his pee-pee with tears streaming down his cheeks.  All three boys had their pee-pees out but only Mark had the tears as a result of the toilet lid falling down onto his pee-pee.
	Dawn hesitated half a second then knelt before the distraught boy and began massaging (masturbating) his injured penis.  She cooed to him, smiled to him, distracted him and casually checked his pud to see if it was broken or something.  She didn’t know much about a boy’s pud—only the basics for its use—to pee and fuck.  She wasn’t aware that there was actually no “bone” in the sex organ.
	After a few dutiful strokes, Mark’s pud was stiff in Dawn’s hand.  While she stroked him, she caressed him—slipping a hand inside his pants to caress his bum.
	“Do me!  Do me!” said Randy exuberantly.
	“I want a turn!” exclaimed Timothy.
	What was a teenage babysitter to do?  After Mark seemed to be better, Dawn worked on the puds of his brothers.  Randy pushed his pants and underwear down to let Dawn smooth her hand over his butt.  
	After a couple of minutes and Dawn had her own announcement—
	“I gotta pee.” she told them flatly.
	“Ok.” They answered in unison.  The trio terrors made no attempt at giving their babysitter privacy.  And Dawn made no attempt at shooing them out the door, either!

	The boys were all eyes as the girl began undoing her pants.  Dawn was not into high fashion but was curious about it.  She didn’t wear expensive clothing but chose her clothing to fit her style and persona.  She didn’t reek of perfume but wore it just to the hint of.  At just thirteen years of age, the pretty girl from Connecticut was a marvel.
	The boys watched her unzip her pants and push them down; she stood clad in yellow cotton bikini panties with blue flowers and blue trim.  The boys’ eyes all widened, mouths agape, minds blank (puds hard.)  Down came the panties; the boys’ mouths opened even wider and if possible—their little puds got even harder.
	The boys had never seen a girl—naked.  Dawn pushed her pants and panties to her knees, then to her ankles and sat on the toilet.  She tried to hold off peeing right off as well as blowing a toot.  She wasn’t successful in either attempt and the noise from her bum broke the boys up.  They were all giggles and roaring fits of laughter while the girl on the toilet gushed her embarrassment.
	Soon she was peeing and it drew the boys one, two, three to be between her legs to watch her urine flow from between her legs.  She pooted and the boys were on the floor laughing their ass off.  Dawn finished peeing and tooting, then began fingering herself.
	“Come here.” she said to Timothy.   The boy managed to pull himself together and came up to Dawn where she took his hand and got him to “finger” her pussy.
	One by one the boys took turns fingering.  They giggled-giggled-giggled; Dawn gushed-blushed-farted.  The boys broke up into roarious laughter and Dawn laughed along with them.
	After flushing the toilet, Dawn stood (without pulling up her clothes) then proceeded to wash her hands.  The boys stood quietly in awe staring at Dawn’s ass.  After washing her hands she turned around to present herself allowing the trio to have themselves a real good gawk.  Then she laid down on the floor pushing off her pants and panties.
	Then off came her top, under shirt, and bra.
	Randy was no dope and slipped off his shirt.  Mark and Timothy were too stunned and awed to follow suit—so Dawn helped them out as well as helping them out of their pants and undies.
	Everyone was nude.
	Everyone was giddy.
	Everyone was horny…

	Henry Bosemon didn’t get an allowance from his parents—what money he had in his pockets he earned the old fashioned way; hard work.  Usually sweeping a garage out, mowing a lawn, something like that.  Mr. Rodowski used the boy’s services to clean up the backyard and paid him well for doing so.  The backyard was a big one and there were weeds popping up everywhere, the triplet boys had their toys scattered everywhere, and then there was the dog poop.
	Being such a large yard, Henry did the chore in incriminates, a little at a time.  Mr. R promised as much as fifteen dollars and Henry had plans for that booty.  But to ensure that he got the full fifteen the backyard had to be void of toys, weeds, and dog shit.
	It was a big job, not hard, just tiring and the family dog kept playing distracting him.  At length, though, the job was done and young Henry washed up with the waterhose and shot some water onto the dog, Ramsey.  This resulted in young Henry getting wet.  He also had to pee.
	The patio door was open and into the Rodowski house he went making for the bathroom.  He wasn’t prepared for what he saw—peeping thru the skeleton keyhole after hearing various noises from within.  There was Dawn, stark naked, with all three of the Rodowski boys also naked.  Unlike Dawn, Henry couldn’t tell the boys apart, but one was getting sucked on while another was on top of her fucking!  The other boy was on the other side of her head opposite of the brother who was getting sucked—he got sucked off on, too.  Dawn had her hands up between their legs, fondling their young asses.
	Henry was perplexed—on several counts.  Was he horny for what he was seeing as a whole or horny for the boys?  Sure he wanted to be on top of the girl like Timothy was; sure he wanted to be sucked on by Dawn like Randy and Mark were; but there was a part of him, too, that wanted to be naughty with the three boys.

	Dawn reveled in getting dicked not by one little boy but by three!  And one after the other, too!  She loved very muchly sucking on the boys’ pee-pees, their little nuggets, and having them hump her breasts, grind themselves against her pussy and even into her ass!
	The boys seemed to like it as well.
	Afterwards, time was drawing near and it was time to have some dinner, a bath, and then bed.  The Mr. and Mrs. would be home soon thereafter.  No one dressed.  Nakedly the four went out of the bathroom and to the kitchen where Dawn prepared them prepared spaghetti and supped with them—naked.

	After dinner, there was the inevitable clean-up and Dawn got the boys to help out.  Then it was back to more naughtiness—doing the said naughty on the living room floor.  It was there Dawn learned that the boys already knew about cocksucking.  When Dawn asked of them how did they already know how to do that, the boys told her “Uncle Buck taught us.”  Uncle Buck was their Mom’s brother.
	The boys sucked each other AND their Uncle.  The Uncle sucked on them, too.  He also was jamming his finger into their bung holes but so far had not done so with his pee-pee.  Not yet.  The boys, though, were.  Not very well as their pee-pees couldn’t get hard enough to breech virgin territory.
	Uncle Buck told them to keep their doings private and secret.
	So much for that…

	Bathtime was good, Dawn joined the boys who at seven years young were bathing together still.  Mom and Dad were aware and sometimes helped.  Dawn wondered, as did Henry and Casey, if whether or not the entire family were sexually active with the boys.
	After bathtime it was bedtime—no one had gotten dressed yet.  Dawn read to the boys, they told jokes (bad ones) and made farting sounds with their hands and armpits.  Then it was one more round of fucking and sucking with Dawn getting the boys to fuck and suck one another for her benefit.  With Dawn sucking on the boys and then licking their poop chutes she got the boys to venture into one another a little more than they normally did with their naughty Uncle.
	Then it was bedtime.
	Dawn cleaned up the bathroom, got the boys’ clothes and put hers on and was settling down when the Mr. and Mrs. came home.  She was paid and as the hour was late, after the parents checked in on their sweet little darlings, Mr. Rodowski took Dawn home.
	Parking right outside of the girl’s home, Mr. Rodowski undone his seatbelt and shifted his body towards the lovely teenager.  Dawn, all smiles, glassy eyes, gorgeous face, blushed and then went down unzipping the man’s fly!  She did!
	Mr. R reared his head back and went into near convulsions as the girl’s talented hands massaged his throbbing organ.  Dawn worked her fingers about the man’s prong, squeezing it—squeezing it—squeezing expertly until bits of spunk began to jut from the piss slit.  Then she went down on it, engulfing the member in one fell suck.

	Ben Rodowski moaned his pleasure and filled the girl’s mouth fully.  His hands went roaming all over her backside; Dawn pulled her top up, undoing her bra (again) and was graciously fondled-fondled-fondled.
	After some intense sucking she pulled back and masturbated the man; she was all smiles and giggles and after quickly looking about to make sure no one could see—she pulled off her top and bra.  Mr. R was pleased and “helped himself” to the offering.  Bits of sperm were juitting from his prick as he caressed the teenager’s titties.  Dawn continued to look around for security’s sake—it was late, dark, and no one about.  The girl undone her jeans…
	Anyone walking by would no that steamed up windows on a hot Summer’s night meant only one thing—someone was “gettin’ some.”  Both Dawn and Mr. Rodowski were “gettin’ some.”  With the front seat let back, Mr. R lay upon the naked teenager, his mighty manly manhood sliding near effortless into her teen poon.  It mattered not if an axe murderer with a bloody axe came tearing upon them—Ben Rodowski was going to fuck.
	It was awkward and a little stifling but Dawn clung to her sweaty lover reeling in getting her cookie crusted.  She shivered (sexually speaking) and felt herself submitting to orgasmic pleasures more than once.  There wasn’t much room to flail about and there was nothing to do but endure once she herself had achieved all the orgasms she could.  The last orgasm felt as if though she had actually peed instead of cum.  Oh well, wasn’t her car…
	Mr. Rodowski power fucked the teenager, driving his dick fully into her delightfully snug fitting cunt, squirting a bit and then pumping furiously again and again and again.  A time or two he pulled out to hump her pussy crack, then jammed himself back into her sex to continue humping until there was no more.
	The dramatic end came with a flood of manly juices into the girl’s pussy.  They lay exhausted on the seat; Dawn trembling with almost unique feelings—but desiring to be fucked by Mr. R’s boys rather than Mr. R himself.  It was a good fuck, though; her pussy was all a tremble and her mind all in uproar.
	Ben Rodowski pulled himself together—it was getting later and later.  He had to hustle back home and Dawn had to get herself into her house.  Out of his wallet he produced a twenty; the girl had already been paid before leaving the Rodowski home…
	Watching the girl dress got the man hard—watching her walk up the drive to her home got him even harder.  He waited until the girl made it inside her house and then he was off to go home and bang the wife.

	The very next day…
	Henry saw his prize walking down the sidewalk.
	“Hi!” he said cheerfully.
	“Hi!” returned his prize.
	“Where you going?” he asked.
	“The park.” of course.
	All the night and most of the morning young Henry had contemplated how he would approach his intended with the alarming news that what had happened in the privacy of the Rodowski bathroom wasn’t so private. 
	“We’re going to go swimming later on today,” said Dawn, “would you like to join us?”
	Henry had a boner.  He had had a boner all the night and most the morning—it escalated into a super pronounced boner at the invite.  His mind saw the girl in her bathing suit…
	“Well, uhm, sure,” Henry said, his initial plan of confronting the naughty teen was eroding.
	Henry had been going down the sidewalk to his friend’s house, Nick; Dawn was making way to one of her friend’s house, Kris.  Henry turned to walk with Dawn trying to get out of his mouth what he knew—what he saw in the bathroom.
	“Uh, listen, there’s something I gotta tell ya,” he stammered getting embarrassed.
	“Yeah?  What?”
	Henry caught a whiff of the girl’s perfume.  She wore nice jeans, a simple green top and he could just see her bra inside the open short sleeves.  She had willing sex with three little boys, surely she would give in to his desires—surely.
	Finally, as they neared Kris’ house, Henry blurted out, “I-I saw you, yesterday, in the bathroom.”
	Dawn stopped cold.  “What!?” she almost shrieked.
	Henry explained his reason for being at the Rodowski home and his coming in to use the bathroom.  He explained that he had simply heard noises from the bathroom and naturally peeked in thru the old keyhole.
	Dawn was alarmed and embarrassed but understood.  What if it had been Mr. R or worse, Mrs. R?
	For a moment as they stood in front of the Taybook home amidst the Mrs. Taybook’s prize winning roses two hours before noon o’clock.  Dawn was at a loss for words.  What did Henry want?  Although that was obvious, it was actually elusive to Dawn.  Henry didn’t know how to proceed after divulging the information.
	“Good thing it was just me.” Henry said at length.
	Dawn was still horrified at being seen.  What she did with the Rodowski boys, and other boys, was to be a personal and private thing.  
	“I like girls.” Henry blurted out.  Little girls.  He was sweating and felt foolish for blurting out so.
	Dawn raised an eyebrow in wonderment.  ‘Huh?’
	“Why did you tell me that?” she queried.
	Henry wondered, too.  He sighed and couldn’t come up with an answer proper except, “Well, you-you like boys.”  Little boys.
	“Oh.” she got it. 
	So now the carpet was on the fire—they both knew something illicit about the other.  Now what?
	“Sure is hot out here.” Dawn said breaking the proverbial ice.
	It was an opening that young Henry didn’t see or take.
	So Dawn did.
	“Wanna come over to my place?”
	Henry gulped and looked to her and realized that he should have asked her that—‘specially since no one was home at his place.
	The two turned around and went to Dawn’s abode.  Her parents were home so the two teens parked it out on the patio where it was cool, cooled by the misters encircling the patio.  They had tea and discussed school, their teachers, the lack of a backyard pool…
	An hour or so later and Dawn’s Dad had to go to work; half an hour later and Dawn’s Mom left to go to the grocery store for the night’s dinner and to see someone at the hospital.  That left, finally, Dawn and Henry alone.
	A few minutes after the Mom’s car was away,
	“Wanna come see my room?” Dawn asked.
	Henry’s cock led the way…

	As per typical of a “girl’s” room there were rock pictures of hunky bare chested rock & roll stars and male movie star posters.  A powder blue theme was the color of choice; a fish tank on the desk, a nice computer and stereo, too.  A bookcase occupied space on one wall, there was a large walk-in closet opposite; a large bed central with nightstands having standing light fixtures up thru them.  
	Porcelain dolls from around the world adorned her walls on shelves; figurines of cartoon characters; and trinkets of this and that of places she had been in the States, Canada, and the World.

	Henry got his looksee in then uneasily leaned against the desk.
	Dawn sat on the edge of her bed—also uneasy.
	“Soooo,” Dawn began, “you saw—everything?”
	Henry nodded and gouged the heel of his hand to his throbbing erection.  Dawn was sooooo cute!  Better when she was naked—sprawled out on a bathroom floor being hammered by three little boys…
	“I liked, too!” Henry added.
	Dawn blushed and pulled in her lower lip.  She didn’t know what to say; her pretty eyes locked onto to Henry’s gouging action.  The boy fidgeted and seemed to be in some agony.
	“You can take it out if you want to.” Dawn told him.
	Henry stared at her, ‘Whoa!’  His cock nearly exploded off in his pants.  With his fingers fumbling he finally managed to undo his pants but couldn’t work the zipper and his cock was busting thru.  Dawn came to him placing her calming hands onto his trembling ones.  She looked into his eyes and the boy literally melted.
	Expertly, again, Dawn’s talented hands manipulated cock.  Henry parted his legs and Dawn worked his pud into super stiff mode.  One hand worked the pud, the other worked the hairy teen testes, her beauty worked his heart. 
	A little spurt jutted from the piss slit; using her thumb she pressed her thumb to the slick spew and intensified Henry’s sex.  Smiling, cause she knew she was teasing and tantalizing the boy relentlessly the naughty 7th grader “went down” on the boy’s pud sucking him into a new euphoria he had never known—but wanted to know again and again.
	Oh what talent!  What talent!  Receiving head was more than he could imagine—and for some reason, the “receiving head” from best bud Nick didn’t enter his thoughts.
	Dawn took all of Henry’s cock and before he knew he was ejaculating into her mouth—AND his pants and underwear were down AND he was standing (not leaning.)  Dawn was good.
	Dawn was better—after draining the boy’s cock (and swallowing) she pulled off her top in one fluid swoop.  Her bra came off and there she was up close and personal—naked.  Well, mostly.  Standing up she let Henry ogle her teen boppers and Henry did ogle.  His cock that had just spurted love cream didn’t soften—but most teen cocks didn’t—they had stamina enough maintain an erection.  Which was why horny at home housewives loved them so…

	After much ado about ogling, Henry pulled off his top.  In turn, Dawn shucked her jeans and panties.  Henry ogled some more, stood in awe, but with a raging erection.  Dawn stepped up to him, pressing her nakedness to his teen nakedness; gripping his pud and angling it down between their bodies.  Henry let out a little moan and his body began to melt.
	Nervously, Henry wrapped his arms about the naked Dawn and caressed her bare backside and then her bare butt.  His cock surged all the harder and Dawn began bucking; riding him as it was angled down between her sex.  This only led to the girl moving backwards to her bed—bringing her stalwart knight with her.

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 	Research has led to the discovery of the heaviest element yet known to science.  The new element, governmentium (gv), has one neuron, 25 assistant neutrons, 88 deputy neutrons, and 198 assistant deputy neutrons, giving it an atomic mass of 312.
   	These 312 particles are held together by forces called morons, which are surrounded by vast quantities of lepton-like particles called peons.  Since governmentium has no electrons, it is inert; however, it can be detected, because it impedes every action with which it comes into contact.  A minute amount of governmentium can cause a reaction that would normally take less than a second to take from four days to four years to complete.
   	Governmentium has a normal half-life of 2-6 years; it does not decay, but instead undergoes a reorganization in which a portion of the assistant neutrons and deputy neutrons exchange places.  In fact, governmentium's mass will actually increase over time, since each reorganization will cause more morons to become neutrons, forming isodopes. this characteristic of moron promotion leads some scientists to believe that governmentium is formed whenever morons reach a critical concentration.  This hypothetical quantity is referred to as critical morass.
   	When catalyzed with money, governmentium becomes admnistratium, an element that radiates just as much energy as governmentium since it has half as many peons but twice as many morons.

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