August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Seventeen
The Way of the Moone

Desert stains
	It was sure for some certainty that even after being whole he was a long ways from being himself.  Memories flooded his frapped mind lambasting him until at length he screamed out and went hurtling into the so-so forest finding a quiet place in which to once more try and gather himself.
	There was no direction, though—to go home?  To see his parents?  Return to that life he lost when he ventured into the bank equipped with the EMAD on intent to rob said bank?  It had been an adventure—no doubt there.  And he didn’t regret it, but could he return to it—that was the question.
	Finally with peace restored to his mind, Dom-not-the-entity made his way back to the desert hovel he was calling home.  New teenage friend, David Teddington, was deeply involved in making his way with the newbies from the van accident.  Jenetta Arnette had taken a small group of special gifted students on a desert outing—but ran into trouble on a desert hilly road; the van crashed killing the driver and accompanying security guard.
	With Jeanetta, who hailed from Merry ol’ England, six extraordinary students; Tannis Vallery, Khrystyne Timberly, Amelinna Amberstand, Ja Jorgeson, Marl “Moose” Hymmet, and Arthur Noels.  Arthur was the youngest at twelve, the rest were thirteen.  
	David Teddington had come with Kristine Barnon.  Kristine had come unconscious—after a tumultuous unplanned dunking in the river, a collision with a river boulder; David came along to rescue her and once she was on shore (and still unconscious) helped himself to her lovely fifteen year old body.  They were friends, working thru the Summer at a dude ranch as guides to the desert, horse training, and whatever else the owner of the ranch needed his young people to do to help the city slickers from the nearby city.
	Once in with Dom, the teenage boy had no thoughts himself of returning home, shagging Kristine (who normally wouldn’t give him the time of day) was top priority.  
	With the newcomers, David had even more of a reason to stay.

	English woman Jeanetta was particularly interesting to Ted, for one; she was a woman.  She was in her mid thirties and David found himself taken to her (‘specially nude.)  The new girls weren’t bad, they were young, virgins, and very-very lovely to look at—but Jeanetta had taken David’s heart (and cock.)
	(but he was still smitten with Kristine.)
	and with a little help from Dom-not-the-entity-but-retaining-entity-powers—Kristine was more into giving of herself, accepting Ted’s lust (and Dom’s) and submitting to the wily wills of Dom and David.
	Something like a smorgasbord there was in the secluded cabin; David had the “gifted ones” lined up.  Since being with Dom, David had shirked his need for clothing.  He preferred it; Kristine had come to go “without” once she had come around from being unconscious.  
	With Kristine, David was a little disappointed that she was not one hundred percent “herself.”  Usually, the girl from Kentucky was very friendly, outgoing, positive, tomboyish, and so on.  Since coming out of her unconscious state of being AND having her mind affected by the mysterious Dom so as she would be more accepting to her new way of life, she wasn’t quite herself.  David couldn’t rightly put his finger on it—but he did put his dick on it—on her.  Everywhere.
	Normally, Kristine wouldn’t go for that—she worked with David, liked David—but didn’t “like-like” David and found him to be egotistical, self-absorbed, full of himself.  Unfortunately, he had charm and charisma and that annoyed the girl.  Well, it used to.
	Tannis Vallery, thirteen, scored the highest in IQ; she was a lanky girl, small features, small breasts.  She didn’t look too bad in the face, just had long arms and legs, very skinny, and small breasts.  Freckles adorned her face, long dark hair of no particular style, very blue eyes.  She was a little hunched over in the posture department, shy, and had small breasts.
	Dom didn’t seem to interested in the newbies, he was but wasn’t, it was up to David to “have his way” and do his way or whatever.  Dom either watched, slept, or went for a walk.  The newbies were under control and David could do unto them as he wished.
	And he wished a lot!
	There was amazement when the girl so easily submitted to David’s desires, “take off your top” was the first.  Naked David knew that the girl would not normally submit to such a command—and the naked Kristine wouldn’t tolerate the doing, either.  Kristine sat quietly (naked) in a chair staring mindlessly out the open door to the desert-scape beyond.

	Tannis Vallery.
	With her top off—she still was skinny but not too overly unattractive.  She still had small breasts, too.  David wasn’t too picky, he cupped them, fondled them, enjoyed them—even though they were small.  Then, he himself undone her non-jean type pants and tugged them down.
	Lavender panties.
	Bikini style.
	Nice.
	Her muffin stood out presentable, David’s cock began to surge and his heart racing.  In the days since being in company of Dom he had sunk his cock into Kristine’s cunt more than once.  He had been up her ass, between her tits, and in her mouth.  When she was conscious, he repeated those steps.
	He couldn’t believe his luck when the newbies came along.  He wasn’t too interested in the “boys”, just the girls.  The girls were pleasing, different, and delectable.  Tannis and Khrystyne were thirteen with Khrystyne actually almost fourteen—in three months.  Amelinna was the youngest at twelve, six months from being thirteen.
	David found Tannis’ pussy inviting.  It wasn’t virginal, but she hadn’t been fucked all that often.  After laying the girl down on a pallet constructed of blankets and bedding, David examined the girl’s cunt more closely.  Then he tongued it slipping his fingers into her poon and disregarding the presence of urine.
	His mouth engulfed the young teen’s snatch, his tongue driving into her sex darting all about; it did something for him—it did something for the girl, too.
	Sorry, no Q&A…

	With slow precision, David glided his cock into the young teen’s cunt.  The girl wriggled, twisted, and made some faces.  Her nipples poked out, her skin was soft, alluring, and David was determined.  The girl’s pussy was giving and the determined teen slowly made entry into her.  He found the situation a little embarrassing with Kristine present, the girl’s friends numbingly sitting around in a zombie state of being, Ms. Arnette the only other adult besides Dominick.
	Paying the “others” no mind, David sunk his prick into Tannis and humped-humped-humped.  The girl relaxed, sort of; she still twisted and was somewhat aware of getting laid but other than that she was no problem and David went three minutes before unleashing his love tool’s juices.

	Thirteen year old Khrystyne Timberly was black, but other than that she was ok; a pretty girl with indications of a mixed heritage (Chinese).  Soft features, supple breasts, and she smelled good, too.  David poured his eyes over the girl, then began undressing her himself.
	Dom had Ja Jorgeson undress himself; the boy was German, one of those transfer students.  Once the boy was nude he was directed to his teacher, Ms. Arnette.  Both were “aware” of what was going on—but again, unable to do anything about it.  Ja was embarrassed and didn’t understand what was happening—but, he was willing to go ahead and hump his teacher just the same.
	Dom’s attention, though, was not so much on the antics of David and the newbies, he was whole.  He thought himself whole.  He had aged, too; greatly.  He was no longer the teenager when his adventure begun—how long ago?  It didn’t seem all that long, a few months at best.  But in the cracked dingy mirror he had found, he had aged.

	With the small secluded desert abode crammed with nine peoples, supplies was the thing.  Everything from butt wipe to aspirin.  There wasn’t much to speak of in the secluded abode, hardly any furniture.  One room.  And secluded.  The three healing ponds were alright, fresh spring water, natural Indian baths, the mud pit and sulfur pit all helped heal various hurty-owies—they did little in curbing hunger.
	“You’re in charge.” Dom said to David who took the appointment with raging pride.  
	“Wont be gone long.” Famous last words…

	The trek to the crashed van of Jeanetta Arnette wasn’t long, the stinking bodies of the driver and security was a little unpleasant if not unfortunate.  The van had skidded down a sharp turn on the desert hill crashing sideways into the hillside—which was better than careening off the road to the sandy wash twenty feet below where it would have been much worse for the passengers.
	Across the open washout was the other side of the desert hill road, a bridge had once been in place to manage the crossing—it was a pile of debris in the wash.  The road on the other side didn’t look too good and navigating it was probably nil at best.
	With a great deal of grunting and holding off his senses, Dom removed the two bodies from the school van depositing them to the dry sandy wash.  The smell of their death still lingered in the van and Dom was a little repulsed.
	But the trek to the nearest town was a bit much in the heat of the day.
	Dom sat in the driver’s seat, the van didn’t start and didn’t even make an attempt.  The wreck had seriously fubarred the van’s engine.  Dom sighed and sat fuming and sweating.  Then he tried again.
	Nope.
	His frustration led him to a startling discovery; what prompted him to put his hands outward to the dash and think silently and say aloud “START!” was out of desperation and “Why not?  It might work!”
	Lo and startling behold—it did.
	The van rumbled to—it didn’t like it but it did.
	With the engine running there was one more problem—
	Flat tire, broken tire and linkage, serious dent on the front in and driver’s side.  Dom-not-the-entity settled himself (after being startled at starting the van) and with his hands resting on the cracked blue vinyl dashboard—he said simply “fix.”
 	Amazingly there was noises once more startling Dom-not-the-entity and the van began to straighten up; the tire suddenly became whole, the dents straightened out and the van was once more driveable.
	The navigating back the way the van had come, though—not an easy task and no “magic” Dominick had was going to make it happen.  He had walked down the precarious road and couldn’t believe the driver had taken such a venture.  The road clearly was for Four Wheel drive only, and only in a stout, Rough-n-Ready purely off-road vehicle.
	Dom got out to check the status of the bridge.

*

More is merrier
	On the other side of the hilly desert canyon, Pike Elsworth was lost.  The GPS contraption had failed, along with the paper map his companion had.  
	“I think we missed a road.” the companion said.
	Pike nodded as he scanned the hot desert hills.  Roads were easily hidden by the hilly terrain.  
	“Well,” he said not put off by the concept of being “lost”, “this road’s gotta go somewhere.”
	“We probably should turn back.” Suggested wisely his companion, AnnaElyse.
	Pike nodded, but didn’t turn back—instead, he went on (albeit carefully.)

	The desert hilly road wound this way and that—and was narrow.  More than once than did scrub brush limbs scrape the sides of the van as well as bang against the extended side view mirrors.   Noting the temperature of the van’s engine, Pike wisely shut off the air conditioner.  The windows and air vents of the van soon had to be opened and when the van finally topped a hill revealing a small cabin—
	“We’re here!” declared Pike.  He wasn’t so lost after all.
	AnnaElyse was less enthused, though; the “cabin” was a shack, a miner’s shack, and not much of a shack at that.  There was shade, though—lots and lots of trees, boulders, and sitting atop a little more than five thousand feet.  It was sort of cool but could be cooler.
	The van doors opened and it was time to bail.
	“There’s supposed to be a creek nearby,” Pike said trying to be hopeful that the situation wasn’t as dire as it appeared, “it’s just been awhile since I’ve been here.”
	“Can we go look for the creek?” Gwen asked.
	Pike nodded and as the girl and her brother scooted off, “but be careful!”  
	Gwen and her brother, Joel, were Niece and Nephew to Pike; Gwen was eleven, some months from being twelve; brother Joel was thirteen, five months from being fourteen.
	AnnaElyse helped the other passengers out of the van, they were in a somewhat “dazed” state of being—themselves but not quite 100 percent “themselves.”  One passenger, though, was not dazed whatsoever and was in a high state of being pissed off shouting as she was pulled out, “You better fucking let me go you motherfuckers!”  She was blindfolded, hands tied securely behind her back; her feet tied via plastic ties and she had pissed herself.
	The little girl was a bundle of fire and the niece of AnnaElyse.
	Pike smiled, rubbed the heel of his hand to his stiffening cock inside his pants as he came to face the feisty young’un.  
	“I think we’re far enough away.” AnnaElyse said.
	The little girl looked strangely to AnnaElyse, her Aunt, with some mild curiosity.  AnnaElyse froze, closing her eyes realizing that she forgot to alter her voice.
	Pike shrugged, sighed, “No matter, don’t worry about it.” The EMAD he had in his possession didn’t work on the little bundle of pissed offedness.  But that could be attributed to the overworking of the minding unit to sway the other passengers.

	The other passengers:
	Holly Marsh, Annie Porter, Karee Beeble, Mark Turner, and Calvin McCloud.  Nephew Joel and Niece Gwen were “willing” participants.  And they had found the creek—this was known as Joel appeared waving his arms and shouting “We found it!”  he was standing at the curvature of the hilltop waving to get attention.  And he was naked.
	AnnaElyse maintained her hold on her disgruntled niece and looked at the eye candy in the woods.  Pike smiled—it was going to be a good campout.  Clarice fussed, twisting her body and demanding to be “let go.”
	Pike knelt down before her with his hands determinately on her hips; roughly he yanked down her pissed in pants locking her knees.  The act didn’t frighten the little girl but shocked her.  Her mouth fell open and Pike’s adrenaline rush began to kick in.  A quick hard smack to the girl’s butt and a commanding voice “settled down!” put the girl in a new mode of awareness.
	Looking up to AnnaElyse assured Pike that all was well with her.
	“You can do whatever.” She had told him week’s earlier.  Little Clarice was a pain, a brat, a spoiled rotten undisciplined girl who “got her way” most of the time (if not ALL the time); was rude to everyone, especially her elders and grandparents.  Her parents were dimwits and let the girl get by with virtually everything.  
	Clarice’s Daddy, brother of AnnaElyse, and her Mother, saw nothing that their precious one and only child did as wrong.  It was funny, amusing, and “she’s just being a little girl.”
	Clarice knew nothing of child molesters, child predators, or EMADs.
	AnnaElyse, and many others in the extended family, were to their limit of putting up with the undisciplined child causing grief among all.  Pike was a long friend of AnnaElyse, high school friends.  In conversations with her friend, Anna conveyed the grief her niece was propagating.  It took a while before friend Pike, though, felt comfortable enough to share the fact that maybe there was a solution—if not a resolution to the grief.  Anna would be satisfied with just some retribution.
	“Maybe she needs discipline from an outside source.” Pike had suggested.
	AnnaElyse had tried spanking the girl herself when the upsot girl was in her care but was frowned upon and chastised for doing so—the little brat ratted her Auntie out and Clarice was no longer allowed to come to her Auntie’s house.  That, in some respects, was worth being chastised.
	The bratty-undisciplined child, though, got shuffled to one family member after another—usually the grandparents and bowled her way over them being as rude and obnoxious as possible.

	“She needs a good spanking.” Pike had suggested.
	AnnaElyse was all for that, seriously.  But her parents wouldn’t stand for it.
	“Her parents don’t have to be involved.” Pike supplied.  “She needs kidnapped and taken off somewhere and disciplined.”
	Surprisingly, AnnaElyse was all for it.  Truly.
	Pike, though, not with doubt about his friend’s seriousness, had concerns just the same.  People often put forth their opinion or desire with no real one hundred percent concept of actually seeing the desire put forth.  Deep seeded notions and sentiment often kept in the subconscious and suppressed for a long period of time have a way of suddenly springing forth to reveal the truth of the person.  Usually this after a few Kamakazis, Boiler Makers, two or three six packs.
	AnnaElyse had no love for alcohol so when she spoke her desires to her friend, she was being earnest and truthful.  The advent of the fact that virtually everyone seemed to have an EMAD had an effect on the annoyed Auntie, “if I had one she (Clarice) would get it!” meaning Clarice’s little ass would be blistered and blistered good!
	Still, though, Pike had to be careful.  In the world of the EMAD it was wise to be wary—people also had a way of not being themselves and under the influence of turning in anyone equipped with a mind altering device; money talks.  Children, friends, associates, anyone was being influenced to turn in family and friends who were thought to have an EMAD solely for the purposes of getting paid off.  
	It was wise to be wary.
	And Pike was the wariest of all!  He had to be, he was a teacher AND he had in his possession a working Mind Altering Device, Electronic.  Being a teacher of the Fifth Grade had rewards—he liked that particular grade, it wasn’t too taxing, the girls were usually pretty and he could get away with a great deal even without the electronic device.
	WITH the electronic device—getting away with shenanigans became ten-fold.  But with that there came the wariness that was almost a bane; always did he have to be aware of his surroundings and other electronic devices to detect HIS electronic device.
	For a long while in his class he held off using his EMAD—fear that someone in the class had some sort of detector that would spoil his intent (and freedom.)  Then, he had to be wary of possible hidden devices in the air vents, clocks, pictures, etc.
	And investment in detecting detectors took a paycheck and a lot of searching.  Then, …

	One fine day he just did it.
	He had utilized the EMAD at home, testing it on unsuspecting neighbors.  Just a test.  There was Amelia Valdemeir and her teenage daughter, Shanna; Trish Hart; Norma Lux; Nellie Gathman and her daughters Darlene and Becky; and Doris Black and her daughter Autumn.
	Amelia (and her teenage daughter-15) was “just a test.”  From what Pike knew of the mysterious workings of an EMAD, the end result was the Subject became zombie-like (without being flesh-brain eaters.)
	So a test was in order—to see what was what and what he could get away with.  The “test” was to see what exactly the instrument of mind control could actually do.  He was somewhat impressed.  There were no instructions with the illegal-to-posses Device, when purchased from a cloaked-shadowy figure in an underground parking structure in the bad part of town, asking for instructions was not wise.
	Used to be that a dime bag of drugs was the in thing; score a lid of this, a rock of that and you were “in” with the crowd.  Drugs had been replaced by mind controlling devices.  They were all the rage and like tattoos, latest footwear, latest music device, trend setting fashions all took a backseat to the bane that swept the nation and yea the world.  
	 With Amelia—and her teenager daughter zombiefied, Pike Elsworth did little else but try and gain a little more understanding of what was going on.  Waving his hands before the two stunned women, making disgusting farting sounds, then more inappropriate tests such as flicking his tongue out at the pair suggestive-like.
	No response from Amelia and Shanna.
	After a deep sigh, Pike pressed his body up against Amelia; he closed his eyes and cupped a feel of her ass.
	No response.
	Pike was about to have a coronary.
	Amelia was a recent divorcée, she was in her mid thirties, auburn hair, Midwesterner, and sexy.  Summer was her best as she wore thin Summery dresses, short, sleeveless, plunging neckline and no panties.  Teenage daughter, Shanna was likewise, but not as thin as her Mother, but she was the same height; smaller titties, preferred skin tight jeans and also an aversion to underwear.
	Pike’s heart fluttered as his amazement blew his mind.  Cupping a feel of neighbor Amelia with her daughter present and not even a blink from either of them.  It was just about all he could take.  Though Amelia hailed from some Midwest state, she had a Georgian accent.  Her skin was Italian cream and she smelled heavenly.  

	Strangely, Pike didn’t do much more with Amelia and her teenage daughter.  He was as stunned as they were.  Feeling of Amelia’s ass was enough.  He went home, after releasing his Subjects.  Standing hidden in the roses that separated their properties without a fence doing so, Pike watched the women stumble as they came out of their stupor.  They caught themselves, looked around and stared at one another asking questions Pike couldn’t hear.
	After checking themselves and determining that nothing had happened to them they left the kitchen where they had been stuped.  The hour was late, Pike went into his home and to his shower where he promptly jerked off thinking of Amelia and her teenage daughter.

	Trish Hart was walking her doggie down the alley while Pike was mowing his backyard taking a break.  He caught sight of her at the beginning of the alley; a frilly filly she was—long super curly blond hair, six foot tall, bronze skin, pink tank top with short white shorts.  She was a hottie and lived alone.
	Pike couldn’t run fast enough to get into his house, grab his minding device and back out to hide at the back fence and waylay the Subject, Trish.  She was already just past his property but he nailed her just the same.  The dog was unaffected; he was a Dalmatian and good natured—Pike and “Thor” were pals so there would be no problem with the horny Pike approaching his Master.
	Of course, doing much in the alley wasn’t the most secure place; the alley had a tall wooden fence running the length, tall trees, bushes, shrubs, and ivy vines all gave some semblance of security—but still, most of the homes on either side were two story and it was possible that someone could possibly see something happening.
	Gingerly, though, Pike moved Trish to one side where there was shade and protection from sight by the overhang of vines and untrimmed trees alongside Amelia’s back fence.  Then it was all about waving his fingers before her eyes and brushing the back of his hand “accidentally” against her bodacious breasts.
	Nothing.  No response whatsoever.
	Pike embraced the 30ish year old woman, squeezing her body to his with deep-deep desires to have her naked on his bed driving him wild.  He figured she was “wild in the sack.”
	The sound of an approaching car preempted his further attempts.  He tried to look nonchalant, difficult to do when you’ve got a raging boner and the staring eyes of a dog…

	Undaunted by interruptions, Pike sought out his next Subject, Norma Lux.  Norma Lux worked a bar—as a bar tender.  Like Trish, Norma was tall, had some Italian features, and wore skimpy clothing during the Summer months.  Norma lived with her Dad and brother at the corner house on Dipalong St. and Gambina Way.  Norma liked to walk the alleyway, too; a fast walk to keep in shape to deal with the drunks and horndogs at the bar.
	Equipped with the latest EMAD detectors as well as other assorted devices to ward off wandering perverts, Norma thought herself well protected.  She held a blackbelt in defensive measures, was a fast runner, and had a set of lungs to outdo most hog callers.
	Norma Lux, though, was no match for a determined man with an EMAD.  And the thing with Norma, too, was; she had a set time of which she chose to dart along the alley for three blocks up, cut over to Church St. and go down that alley and make her way along Gambina’s sidewalk back home.  Pike awaited her arrival at the gate where his trashcans set, the gate was open a little and the sun way high in the sky, despite being Six PM.
	Huffing along with a slight breeze in the air to cool her, Summer cookout smoke wafting aimlessly in the air, Norma Lux had just gotten herself underway.  Music played loudly in her ears preventing Pike’s attempt at having her to himself.  The thirty-two year old just zoomed past without care or any sign of stopping.
	Pike sighed.  “Sweet sorry son-of-a-bitch.”  He had paid a handsome price for the EMAD in his clutches and so far…
	Nellie Gathman and her teenage daughters, Darlene and Becky; a little more success there; Nellie worked the evening shift at the downtown diner leaving her teenage daughters at home.  They had a routine, as soon as they got home, they did their homework.  Then, it was free time until 11PM when their overworked/underpaid Mom would truttle home.
	By then, the boyfriends were gone and the house was somewhat clean, the stench of booze and marijuana were replaced by house spray.  The Mom certainly had to know that her girls were no the angels they portrayed, but it wasn’t Pike’s job to intervene.
	Not in the fatherly capacity.
	At 10:15PM the last boy of five boys who came over to “par-tay” amscrayed.  When Becky, the oldest girl, hustled some garbage out to the trashcan in the alley—Pike was waiting and zapped her.  The air was hot and so was Pike, he had been masturbating and watching the girls with the boys; in the kitchen Becky Michelle Gathman gave a BJ to one of the boys.  What else went on in the other part(s) of the house was unknown to Pike; he could only see into the kitchen.

	When Becky froze, Pike wondered if he got dart into the house and zap her sister.  Time was of the essence, fearing another interruption of some kind he moved the seventeen year old further into the darkness alongside the garden shed.  There he wasted no time lifting up the girl’s baseball teeshirt.
	No bra.  
	Though there wasn’t time, Pike took a moment to stare at the bared titties.  Seventeen year old titties.  Becky had short blond hair; she was not bad looking, a trim bod, tight clothes, and Pike ached for her. 
	Though there wasn’t time, Pike took a moment to undo the girl’s pants and tug them down. 
	No panties.
	Cum was soiling Pike’s underwear.
	The pussy was a little musty and “wet.”  There was naught to do but lay the girl down, get her pants off and open her legs for business.  He saw no movement inside the house and caught the slight hint of marijuana and housespray…

	Becky wasn’t a virgin—duh!  But she had a delightfully tight snatch just the same.  (mostly she gave head and handjobs.)  Pike sank his manly manhood into the teen’s twat and felt himself orgasming right off as he slid in.  It was wondrous!  Wondrous, Centurion!  Wondrous!
	He had had orgasms before, many times—but each time anew the sensation was seemingly more terrific than the previous.  He pumped hard into Becky Gathman, grinding into her sex with a serious determination to get his nut off.
	And that was happening with relative ease and quickness.  As the squirts surged thru his prick he tried to halt the speediness and make the event lasting.  Didn’t work, though, but it was a nice try.  He blew his wad in less than two minutes.
	But it was a Fucking-A fantastic two minutes!

	After Becky—there was Darlene.
	Darlene was in her panties and a halter top vacuuming the living room.  She had earphones on listening to some loud obnoxious music teenagers loved to listen to at ear blasting levels.  No EMAD whammy was possible with her.  Damn it!
	Headlights illuminated the driveway; Becky stood dazed in the kitchen wondering “what the fuck” but recovered quickly to do away with the lasting remnants of the party. 

	Pike didn’t see himself batting very well.  Maybe he’d have better luck with the next family.
	Maybe.

	The Black family.
	They were white.
	Christians.
	And resembled each other in every way—except in age.  Doris Black (mother) was in her early 40s; daughter Autumn was in her mid teens.  Mason (son) was in his late teens.  In the girl’s bedroom “action” was taking place; the girl, Autumn, was sucking off on her brother’s lengthy prong.  Both were stark nude, the hour was late, there was no one else home.
	Slurping-slurping-slurping did Autumn Marie engage; she had talent—natural instinctive talent of manipulating her brother’s cock.  One hand held the brotherly love tool at the base squeezing it while the other hand manipulated the love tool’s head; fingers about the prong tip with thumb gouging the piss slit.
	Naked seventeen year old Mason reeled in being so tantalized, he made noises suggesting so and rocked on the balls of his feet; hands on his hips he endured the long tedious torture his naked sister was doing unto him.  
	The boy wasn’t a bad dish himself; tall, lanky, well built frame.  Dark hair that was trimmed short revealing that left ear supported a dainty gold earring.  He was a pleasant looking fella with his “fella” a long more than average schlong squirting delicious love cream into his cocksucking sister’s mouth.
	Mason let out a moan of pleasuring and then a loud announcement declaring so.  Autumn got a copious amount of her brother’s love juices, swallowed, then rubbed the tool and its splooge all over her teenage face.
	After much ado about pleasing her brother orally as well as handedly, the girl stood, farted, giggled and was about to apparently leave the room.  Mason, however, grabbed her and firstly admired her naked titties.  They were kinda small, actually, about the size of a twelve year olds.  Mason didn’t care and adored them, squeezing them, manipulating them with his fingers—Autumn giggled, blushed and rubbed her ass with one hand and her sopping wet cunt with the other.
	Mason finally moved to the bed, taking his sister with him.  The two plopped onto the bed with Autumn being maneuvered to be on top.  Whether it was intentional or not wasn’t known; Autumn straddled her brother and his cock though just recently orgasming was once more significantly hard.

	With his hands on his sister’s ass, it was the girl herself her directed her brother’s love tool into her sex.  Had it been there prior to being her mouth wasn’t known, either.  It slid in effortlessly, though; the girl slid herself up and down with Mason spreading her ass and jamming his rod into her sex.
	Found memories did their spy hiding in the hallway have.  Found memories of his cousins and sister.  His cock was already hard and ready to plow the road up Autumn’s ass—
	But first!

*

	At about eight years old, Pike’s cousins, Debbie, Kathy, and Mary came into his life; they came to live four houses down on a corner.  Usually, Pike saw his cousins once to twice a year at special occasions.  Now they were close.  It meant he could hang with them, Debbie was the oldest at seventeen, Kathy was in the middle at fifteen, and Mary whom Pike favored and “hung” with was thirteen.
	The girls were cool; they cussed, drank beer, and smoked pot.  They told dirty jokes and when their parents weren’t home they skinny dipped in the backyard pool—inviting Pike over to join them.
	The first few times Pike thought nothing of his naked cousins or himself—he swam in his own pool naked, too.  But after awhile, though, Pike began to “notice” his naked cousins.  He compared them to other girls he knew, his babysitter, schoolmates, and other cousins.  Soon as he continued swimming nakedly with his three cousins—he began to feel strange and sport wood.
	A few times at home, and at school while staring at Jessica Simmons, Veronica Cummings, and Daria Belchek, young Pike got wood.  Thing was, though, he didn’t know what the hell to do with it!
	Thankfully, though, his cousins did.
	Mary, of course, was first. 
	After their swims, it was common for Pike to go into the house to the bathroom to dry off and change back into his clothes.  Usually, he did this alone.  One occasion and it was Mary who accompanied him.  She dried him off and HE dried HER off!  He liked it—a lot!  She fooled with his tally making it very hard and tingly.  In the pool it was mostly just swimming and though the girls were nude and he did get up close and personal views of them, in the bathroom it was different.

	In the bathroom he got to “touch.”
	In the bathroom he got to “touch” those parts he had viewed in the bathroom but it was Kathy who gave him his first blowjob.  Mary had given him a handjob and that was fantastic.  Getting sucked, though, wow-oh-wow!
	Cousin Debbie gave him his first fuck.
	Laying out on the bathroom floor amass towels and clothes, Debbie Ellen laid herself out bringing her eight year old boy cousin on top of her.  She helped him all the way, grinding his puddling against her hot cunt.  He liked it—a lot!  Penetration was a mind blowing experience to say the least.  No words could describe the sensation—but it was a lasting sensation that thrilled him beyond his young years.
	Fondly did he recall his naughty cousins; he got his first buzz with the naked trio, tripped on acid and went delirious with Mexican Happy Smoke.  He got to spank the girls—and they spanked him!  In the shower he peed on Kathy; Kathy, in turn, squatted over his body and showed him how girls urinated.
	Mostly, though, it was sex.  Sex-sex-sex.
	No anal.  It was straight sex with Pike always on top.  While he fucked one girl, the others spanked him or sat by fingering themselves.  It was hard for the boy to go to school and be amongst his classmates—especially the girls.  He saw each girl naked, he knew about their young bodies and he ached to fuck them.
	A young friend of the family the cousins knew came to be one time, and a couple times thereafter.  She was seven and very much a sweetie.  After swimming naked with her one afternoon the two were brought together in the bathroom; Mary helped the two dry one another off and then…
	Laying out on Mary’s bed in a bedroom she shared with her sisters, Pike mounted the young girl and after grinding his cock against her sex, he made penetration and fucked her.  It was outrageous!  The sensation of screwing his cousins was one thing, but sinking his bone into Tia Mauser was something else! 
	There were at least three other times during the Summer Pike got to screw the girl—and whether or not she had been a virgin the first time wasn’t known to him.
	When in the third grade, at the end of the year, there was a girl, Pamela Varick, who was equally naughty and nasty.  Out on the schoolyard WAY out towards the boundary fence, the girl pulled her panties to one side while squatting in her Summery shortie-kiddie dress and peed.  Pike squatting before her was in amazement.  

	Having known the girl all the year and just finding out before the end of the school year that she was naughty (and nasty) was a bummer.  He would have likened to haven the girl’s naughtiness way beforehand.  Oh well.  After she peed he laid on his side and with her blocking anyone’s view he whipped out his own pud and peed, too.
	In the abandoned sandbox the girl laid down and Pike laid on her, her panties to one side Pike’s pud grinded against her young snatch and soon he was in her.  Once more, though, he didn’t know if she were a virgin or not.
	Sheila McGavers was another naughty girl; Pike encountered her in the 4rth grade.  Sheila, though, was an entrepreneur.  She was willing to be naughty (and nasty) with Pike, or any boy (of any age) for a price.  
	Five bucks for a blowjob.
	Ten bucks for total nudity, five dollars extra for any penetration.
	Ten bucks flat for penetration—if boy wanted to fuck all three holes, five bucks for one additional hole with the third a freebie. 
	No rough stuff but five dollars for spanking.
	No peeing on her but she would pee on the boy—for five bucks.
	No gangbangs, but she would engage with more than one boy at a time, five bucks a head.  If three boys at the same time, one dick in each of her orifices, she gave a five dollar discount.  
	It all ended when her Daddy caught her in the garage with a teenage boy from the local high school.  The boy went to jail and the girl with her family moved away.
	During that Summer, Hanna Bewertt gave him thrills, they enjoyed swimming naked in his pool where there afterwards there was a discussion about body exposed (hard) body parts.  Hanna was his first known virgin.  She didn’t particularly care for it and it scared her—which scared Pike.  He hadn’t recalled the previous girls he had sunk his prick into “bleeding.”
	In the 4rth grade there was a difficult time whereas he sported a boner most of the time making walking or presenting himself difficult.  Giving a presentation in class, a bookreport whereas he had to stand up IN FRONT of the class and give a speech about a book all the while fidgeting ‘cause he had a raging hard-on.
	At length, somewhere just before the Christmas break his teacher, Evelynn Hump (no, really, Evelynn) called him to her desk just after releasing the class for afternoon recess.  Just prior had young Pike giving a report on The Adventures of Huck Finn—all the while fidgeting and adjusting himself due to an increased tingling cock.

	At his teacher’s desk, at his teacher’s side, the woman talked to Pike about his book report.  What was said Pike couldn’t remember—what he DID remember was that Ms. Hump fondled him.  She did!
	How old was Ms. Hump?
	She wasn’t a wrinkling old gal, she smelled of roses—the orange ones, had long brown hair she kept tied with multicolored ribbons, and was once classified by his Dad as a “hippie.”  Pike had no idea what a “hippie” was but his Dad frowned on the classification so it made a quandary for Pike—he wasn’t supposed to like his teacher, or any adult over thirty; but his Dad didn’t like her so that made Pike supposed to like her (or anything his Dad didn’t like or approve of.)
	A funny/peculiar feeling erupted in pike as he was “fondled.”  He couldn’t explain it; it was not so dissimilar to engaging with extreme naughtiness with his cousins or previous girls; but still…
	At the time he didn’t realize that more—a lot more—took place in that classroom.  His mind had blocked out the occurance—only resurfacing years later when he himself was a bona fide teacher.
	Ms. Hump humped him.
	With his pants and underwear down, she had at first fondled his penis; then, right there in the class while the rest of his mates were out playing, Ms. Hump laid herself out on the desk bringing naked Pike up onto her body guiding his hard-on into her sex.
	She did!
	She sucked him off, too.
	At the close of the school session just before Summer recess, Pike was cumming.  At home he jerked off on a fairly regular basis; humping his hand, bed, pillow, and girlfriends’ panties.  One particular session with Ms. Hump and his cock fired off inside her mouth!
	During the Summer he humped off into three other girls, none of which liked the sperm he spilled into their mouths or on their delicate poons.  His Dad caught him whacking off in his room, spread out naked on his bed “just a doin’ it.”
	His Dad did it to him via a belt.
	Then his Mom caught him and ratted his ass out—so he got the belt again.  While visiting his grandparents’ farm, his Grandmother caught him—and ratted him out to his Dad.  
	When he got caught with Shirley Peevers down the lane from his grandparents’ farm—his Dad promptly shipped him off to a private boys school for the following school session (after beating him with a belt.)

	Private school was ok, no girls.
	That didn’t mean there wasn’t sex.
	Sex with a boy was a little odd but a hole was a hole.
	Boys gave each other blowjobs, handjobs, and “up the ass” jobs.
	The male teachers did so, too.
	Getting pounded in the ass by a fellow boy student classmate was one thing, being taken in the ass by a male teacher was something else!  If a student got less than an “A” in any subject he was sent to the Principal’s Office where he shed his clothes (the student) and received firstly a righteous spanking; hands on the knees and usually not alone.
	After the student’s ass was as red as a vine ripened tomato, then he braced against the desk to be fondled and manhandled by the senior staff—usually the primary instructor of the student, athletic coach, the two principals, and so on.  
	Afterwards, the student was “taken.”  One or ALL of the Senior staff rammed his rod into the young boy’s ass—and if the student should scream out—he got more spanking.
	For a student caught smoking—he smoked “pole.”
	Caught drinking—drink cum.
	Caught having sex with another student—loss of clothing privileges and forced to walk around naked for a school day.  There were other incidences requiring various acts of discipline, Pike was only at the facility a year then he returned home.  His relationship with his parents was greatly strained, however, and so he went off to live with a more suitable Uncle and Aunt in the Northeast section of the Nation.
	That didn’t last long, either, the Uncle and Aunt were killed in an auto accident, Pike was with them at the time.  The car had been run off the road by a careless intoxicated driver.  The car went down a steep embankment landing on its roof.  Young Pike was traumatized from the incident and it took years to recover.  During which time he seldom spoke and his relationship with his parents was still quasi at best.
	His relationship with his sister, though, was better—especially after catching her masturbating.  Spread out naked on her bed the girl was “getting after it” and she was nigh but eleven years young.  Seldom did Pike see his sister naked, usually just in her underwear.  But at those times—he was not interested in her in a sexual manner.  She was his sister and he loved her as a sister—not as a sexual conquest.  
	But, as he came into his teen years, observing his sister masturbating became a ritual.  Carlie, the sister, was quite adamant about fingering herself and she sometimes didn’t do so alone—sometimes there was a friend.

	Pike couldn’t believe his luck and spent much time being as sneaky as possible to spy on his sister, and friend.  He made it a point to be known to his sibling that he would be spending time after school at some activity.  This gave the naughty sister the security knowing that she would have time alone in the house to herself before anyone came home.
	Pike sacrificed extra-curricular activities to rush home and be ready to spy on Carlie—he was never disappointed as Carlie always gave him a delicious show.  Usually it was laying out on her bed, naked, “gettin’ after it.”  Pike wondered what their Daddy would do if he should catch her?  As far as he knew, Carlie was “Daddy’s Little Girl” and they had a better relationship than did Pike to their Daddy.  Would that relationship between Father-Daughter change if Carlie was caught fingerbanging herself?  Would she get a belt lash across her bare ass, shipped off to relatives, a private school?
	It sort of infuriated Pike but he let it be.

	Carlie enjoyed her private time, she also enjoyed her time with her best friend, Rose.  The girls spanked one another; the girls Scissored one another—that is, their pussies smushed together with usually one girl laying down on her side.  The girls never did more than that, no oral; just fingering themselves, each other, and Scissoring.
	Pike was beside himself as he spied on the two.  One day he was caught once more jerking off--but not by his Dad.  The boy was kinda aware that it would happen—it was sort of planned.  He just wanted to know what would happen.  He hoped that he wouldn’t be ratted out.
	He wasn’t—luckily.
	Pike was aware that his sister was watching him, but she wasn’t aware that he was aware.  He jerked his gherkin, rolled over and spanked his own butt, then humped his bed before turning back over and completing the deed going thru the motions of being emotional about it.
	Later, that night, the two stole outside to the backyard as they often did to discuss school, friends, their parents.  Sometimes they just sat quietly and watched the stars—usually after some sort of family quarrel was on regarding their parents.  
	“I saw you.” Carlie said after a few minutes.
	The hour was late, after midnight.  The air was cool, a few stars had come to kiss the Earth they shone upon, night birds chirped and both children had tummy troubles keeping them awake.

	“I know.” Pike returned.  He couldn’t exactly see his sister’s expression of horror or alarm, but he had seen it before when the proverbial “boom” had been lowered on other startling situations.
	Licking her lips she nervously said, “You did?”
	“The floorboard outside my room squeaks any time you’re up against the door.”
	“Oh.” 
	A long pause there was, then—
	“Soooo, did you like what you saw?”
	Carlie chewed thoughtfully on her lip, then sighed, farted, felt embarrassed about the squeaker, then shrugged saying “I-I guess so, I-I couldn’t really see much.” The angle of the dangle had direct line o’ sight problems; from the doorway the line o’ sight was interrupted by a dresser.  If the door had been open more she would have had a better viewing.  (or if she had a hole in her wall allowing her to see clearly unobstructively into her brother’s room like he had of hers…)
	“I’ve seen you, too.” Pike supplied.
	The announcement was more than startling to the young girl.
	“You did!?” she almost shouted.
	Pike nodded, “the other day” and other occasions to back up his claim.  He made no mentioning of Rose, though.  Carlie sat in awe; her tummy rumbled due to the half-assed cooked evening meal her Mom had hastily put together.  Their parents were in a tiff and as a result, Mom’s usual care in putting together a decent meal suffered—and as a result, so did those he partook of said meal.
	Carlie didn’t ask, “Did you like it?” “Did you like what you saw?” she was embarrassed and in wonderment to where it would lead.
	“So what now?” she asked.
	Pike was taken aback by the question, he didn’t know.  Wrinkling his nose, cocking his head, he leaned back to stare up to the inky darkness that was the night sky.  Then he smiled, 
	“Well, uhm, you wanna see it?”  seemed like the right question to ask.
	There was a pause, however, from his embarrassed sibling.  Then, 
	“Ok.”

	In the darkness of the backyard—“seeing” something like a cock from pajama bottoms just wasn’t happening.  Pike slipped off his pajama bottoms and stood nudely before his giddy sibling.  There was starlight but not sufficient light enough to see her brother’s pecker. 
	“Let’s go to the garage.” Pike suggested.
	Carlie was for it and followed her naked brother to the garage.
	Inside the two went to the 12-foot aluminum bass boat.  The boat was up on a pair of “A” frames and covered by a thick heavy gauge tarp.  It was the perfect place to hide.  Pike brought in a lantern and fired it up; with the tarp concealing them they were secure.
	Little Carlie stared at her naked brother, giggling, blushing and getting an eyeful of her brother’s tool.  It was impressive—up close and personal.  Pike pulled on the skin making the cock tighter (and longer.)  He waggled it and lightly masturbated all for Carlie’s amusement.
	And the girl was amused.
	And Pike was horny.

	Without much encouragement, hardly any, from Pike, Carlie put her fingers about her brother’s prong and squeezed.  It was utter fascination for the girl, she was amazed and awed.  Pike was still just horny.  When his cousins manipulated his cock—that was one thing.  Shenanigans with various girls (and boys) was one thing.  But having his very own sister fondle his cock—that was something else all together.
	She did a fair job, though; eyeing the One-Eyed Monster with some inordinate fascination until finally upon encouragement from Pike she “kissed” the glistening orb.
	Pike thought he would explode on her face right then and there.  It was almost orgasmic just from her holding his dick and kissing it.  She flicked her tongue to the piss slit and wasn’t too crazed by the taste that greeted her.  But she masturbated the brotherly love tool, squeezed it and lolled her tongue all about the super sensitive crown.
	Soon the girl was doing more than kissing and engulfing the whole thang—much to Pike’s delight.  Before he blasted off, though, he stopped his sister (and that was a tough thing to do) and said, 
	“Your turn.”
	Of course, naturally, it wasn’t the first time Carlie had been naked with her brother—but not in such close proximity.  They had seen one another naked, in their undies, and so on—but not in the sexual manner as was presented before them currently.
	With a small sigh, Carlie gathered herself and pushed down her pajamas.  Lavender panties she wore, plain, typical kiddie style.  Pike was hard pressed to keep himself from jerking off.  He was equally pressed hard to keep from jumping his sister’s body and fucking her brains out.

	With her pajama bottoms down, the girl laid out on the garage floor and pushed down her panties.  Pike took her pajamas (and panties) and removed them from her ankles.  Being embarrassed the girl closed her legs, Pike opened them.  The girl said nothing, closed her eyes, and blushed all over.  Pike “went down” on her and began licking out her cunt like his cousins had taught him.
	He liked—a lot!
	Carlie was kinda into it, too; it was a new experience for her and she liked it—a lot!  Pike shoved a daring finger into her asshole and his tongue into her virgin cunt.  It was quite an experience cumulating with Pike laying on top of his sister gently driving his brotherly love tool into her sex…

*

Skipping ahead a few years
	Oh she was cute!  Danica Mennel.
	So was Eileen Cabway, Dory Barnett, Jennifer Hass, and all the other girls in his 4rth grade home room class.  Eight girls, nine boys.  The interest in the boys was not so much, there was some—some, but mostly the interest was in the girls.
	(and equipped with a working EMAD the interest was excessively high.)	Danica was the oldest girl in the class at eleven, but she had just turned eleven and wouldn’t be twelve for eleven months.  Nora Chan was the youngest at nine years young.  The other girls were all ten.  
	Paranoia, though, preempted teacher Pike’s enthusiasm for debauchery.  With the advent of EMADs reigning supreme across the land, all schools, public buildings, businesses, anywhere were peoples (especially young peoples) gathered was no longer protected by security cameras or guards.  They were inefficient and not sufficient to ward off the amazing technology of Mind Altering Devicers albeit electronical.
	Devices to thwart EMADs were all the rage, in detecting the mind altering devices as well as disabling them.  Pike enjoyed his freedom and preferred not to be incarcerated in any way.  Though there were many-many opportunities to use his EMAD on the masses, his neighborhood, and so on to get his way sexually or any other satisfying manner that was either illicit or illegal—having his EMAD confiscated and his freedom curbed kept him to keep the EMAD off-line and secretly hidden at home.

	There were many more families on his block, in his neighborhood, in his area, in his city that he would love to see manipulated to the point of sexually pleasing him.  But fear kept him from enacting those desires; as with most electronic devices, as soon as a new model came out—another one was in the works making the previous model less than perfect.  With that, devices to detect and prevent the operation of EMADs were right behind the new trend.
	Pike’s EMAD was years old; it was in a quandary wondering if he’s personal minding device was too old to be detected—or too easily detected.  He couldn’t chance it and decided to leave it alone—his life would be a lot less complicated.
	But still, the desire was there—always there.  Teaching elementary school was a toughie—despite the proliferation of mind altering devices in virtually everyone’s pocket girls (of any age) continued to wear skimpy clothing; short-shorts; revealing clothing; and wander about somewhere by themselves.
	All students attending school(s) were equipped with the latest EMAD detectors/preventors.  If their parents couldn’t afford one then the Government lent a hand.  The Government was being harassed for bringing the bane of the nation and yea the world to light in the first place.  It was thought that some brainiac scientist invented an EMAD for military purposes and it just got out of hand.
	Pike didn’t know, there was a lot of talk and speculation regarding such notions—he didn’t care.  He had one, he didn’t understand it fully but it worked.  How he didn’t know—didn’t care.  It worked and that was all there was to it.
	The end of the school session was nearing, Summer was about to begin and it had been months since Pike had used the EMAD.  He was giving it a rest—and himself.  His sexual appetite was satiated by a friend, a girlfriend, of whom he shagged on a regular basis.  His desires, though, were still for those of whom he shouldn’t being having sex with.  He couldn’t help it, he was a cad, a dog, a scumbum.  But …
	Somehow he had managed to curtail himself thru the first part of the school session.  The Winter (Christmas) Break was ok; he went skiing and found a Snow Bunny to occupy his time and satisgy his lust.  She was barely eighteen, flirtatious, and pleasingly naughty.
	The second half of the school session was a toughie.  As the temperature rose heading into Summer—the girls wore less and less clothing.  Danica Mennel was positioned in the front of the class and generally wore short skirts or dresses.

	Danica Mennel had an affinity for being unable to control her legs—that being while sitting her knees flailed open and shut—open and shut.  Pike could see right up between the girl’s legs to her panties.
	Eileen Cabway had come up to his desk this one time, dropped her book she needed help in deciphering and when she stooped to pick it up—the top of her panties was revealed to Pike as well as her crack.
	Dory Barnett was a shy girl who while at Mr. Elsworth’s side farted.
	Jennifer Hass was a nice girl, she dressed well, smelled sweetly, and was “friendly” to Pike—the proverbial Teacher’s Pet.  One time while bending over at his desk he saw her chest.  How he managed to keep his hands from rubbing her ass he had no idea.
	Joy Hart was a nice girl, tall, tomboyish, and one time didn’t feel very well and got sick during class.  Pike took her quickly out of the class and to the nearest bathroom—faculty male bathroom.  Joy didn’t care, didn’t notice; she was ill.
	After hurling chunks into the toidy, Pike cleaned her face off and hugged her.  During the time she hurled chunks into the toidy, Pike was behind her—holding her, caressing her.  Unknown to the girl, Pike Elsworth fondled her ass and legs; his hands went up inside her shirt to cop a feel of her young dainty budding breasts and then all over her backside.
	Bonnie Cappers, nancy McGavers, Nora Chan—all wonderful girls with individual attributes that sent Pike Elsworth into a tizzy.  Everyday was a toughie.  Everyday he battled with himself whether or not to break out the hidden EMAD and bring it to school--everyday thru the New Year Winter and Early Spring.
	Then one day he was in the classroom by himself.  Equipped with a newfangled device supposedly to uncover hidden EMAD detectors/preventors, Pike set to work seeing if his room was “bugged.”
	According to the device he had paid a small fortune for, his classroom was clean.  But paranoia reigned supreme and unsuredness kept him leery until he learned that the school HAD signed up for Government aid in installing EMAD detectors/preventors but had yet to see any money or the devices.  The school was “on a list” and it would take some 3yrs before Pike’s school got the funding and the devices.
	They still said maybe.  Pike knew the politics of school bullshitters and the business of EMADs, preventors and detectors was something else.  But it was like with all businesses; dealerships in vehicles, stocks, business dealings, and so on.  One person would say anything true or otherwise to get the business of someone else.

	With another purchase supposedly to discover mind altering devices and their opponents, Pike scoured his classroom.  He scoured the way he walked to and from his class, to the Principal’s Office, to the cafeteria, the grounds, bathrooms, and basically the entire school campus in search of devices that would frustrate his Unnatural Desires.
	When he was moderately satisfied that all was secure…
	Nora Chan.
	The pretty nine year old Chinese import was pleasing to the eye; there were many choices—many, but Nora was first ‘cause she was the last to leave on that particular day and Pike’s ability to curb his enthusiasm for sexual desires was finally unleashed.
	It was just a test anyways.
	And Nora Chan wasn’t that bad, very flat chested, sweet girl who was shy, and had the body of a younger girl.  When the class had emptied he was alone with the flat chested girl, she was concerned about a test she had not done well on and needed one-on-one understanding of her mistakes and if there was a way to make up the bad grade; i.e. extra credit and so on.
	After a few moments of going over the girl’s test paper and discussing her options, Pike casually made his way to the open classroom door.  It was a school policy that during class session the doors would remain open only to be closed during the class taking a test or viewing a film.
	Pike put a piece of paper up in the small door window stating “TEST IN PROGRESS  DO NOT DISTURB”.  Then, after returning to his seat he gently hugged Nora and casually-ever-so-casually zapped her mind.
	A big sigh.  It had been a long-long while since he had used the EMAD.  It worked, though, young Nora stood perfectly still—clad in short blue shorts, a thin sleeveless flowery blue top; her silky dark hair just to her shoulders, dainty earrings, and a sweet-sweet girl.
	Gently-ever so gently then did Pike caress the girl’s butt.  School policy had that there was to be absolutely NO TOUCHING OF STUDENTS PERIOD.  
	With no response whatsoever from little Nora, Pike held his breath and tugged gently the girl’s blue shorts down.  Just a little.  The little girl remained still.  She wasn’t a bad looking girl, she did smile a few times and had some friends—she was just shy.
	With no reaction detected, Pike lowered the girl’s shorts to her knees.
	His cock nearly bursted right out of his pants.
	No reaction from the girl—none.  He let out a little moan and stumbled to breathe right.  What he had done using the EMAD before with the neighborhood neighbors was one thing.  But in his classroom?

	A minute or maybe two elapsed before Pike managed to gather himself and summon up his naughtiness and take down Nora’s underwear.  It seemed an eternity and much different than when he did so to Becky Gathman in her backyard.
	With the panties down, Pike placed his hand to the girl’s butt and smoothed it all about.  Ohhhhh!  That was some smooth ass skin.  Sperm began to spurt forth from Pike’s dick and he fumbled about freeing it.  Once it was boldly out and thriving hard he gave it a hard stroke-squeeze.
	Nothing from Nora.
	Gently he moved the girl to his lap, positioning her across his knees.  It was an incredible feeling he had never experienced before.  The earlier times had been different somehow.  He couldn’t explain it—what was there to explain?  
	He stared longingly at the near naked child across his lap; his throbbing hard cock pressed against her underside.  That was a nice ass.  But then again, EVERY girl had a nice ass!  ‘specially when it was bare!  There was to be no analyzing what he was doing, going to do, or had done—that would screw up the works!  Resting his hand on the girl’s bare ass he began a joyous moment of smoothing said hand all about.
	Nora gave no indications of awareness.

	In the days that followed, the other girls of Pike Elsworth’s Fourth Grade class came his desk and were carefully examined—personally.  Danica Mennel, the oldest girl, had very well developing breasts and some pubes.  She wore a Summery top and a short skirt which made molesting her easier.  
	God she smelled good!  She was cute in a Plain Jane sort of way and so wondrous in every way—Pike nearly creamed just having her at his side.  Once determining that she WAS under the powerful influence of the EMAD, down came the panties and out came his cock.  His hands went all over the girl’s body; caressing her breasts and down to her delicious butt	.  her off-pink panties went down to her knees and though time was precious, he took a moment to ogle her naked cunny.
	Class was in session, too.  He had as much as forty minutes to enact his debauchery—he desired to have the girl to himself for far longer than that.  Somehow he managed to curb himself (somewhat) and pull the girl to his lap.
	The sensation of laying his hand to her ass was beyond words—and he was an English teacher!  All over Danica’s ass he smoothed his hand, squeezing the cheeks and lightly spanking.
	Lightly spanking.
	Dory Barnett, Jennifer Hass, Nancy Anne; Kevin Cavanugh, Nolan Boatman, Chris Ori, and the remaining student were all in a stunned-zombie mode.  This after much ado about taking a risk and upgrading his EMAD.  Gathering information from the TV newscasts and other sources regarding the inner working of mind altering devices enabled Pike with the confidence that he could do more with the Device that he had.
	It took a week’s time to do so with three days in panic when the Device was off-line and wouldn’t turn on.  Backtracking to undo what he had done fixed the problem.  Which was strange ‘cause that meant he had NOT preformed any upgrades but when he turned the unit back on—there were new indications suggesting that there were.
	What the upgrade(s) were was to enable longer lasting power, cooling off the components, and such as the like like that there.  Nothing in the manner of profuse mind warping.  Discovering the unusual upgrade was quite by accident—he set the Device down on the desk while his students were taking a pop quiz and it activated.
	The next thing he knew was his class was inordinately quietly.
	Slowly did he realize there WAS an upgrade to the EMAD and it was an amazing one!  It had SWEEPING Mind Locking/Stunning powers.  The thing was, though, he didn’t know for how long their young mind would remain that way.  So time was of the essence.
	But time with Danica was lasting.  As he rubbed on her ass, squeezing the cheeks, spanking—the desire of his cock to slam into her cunt increased tenfold.  She was eleven and too young for his cock to be “slamming” anywhere on her—‘ceptin’ may in the mouth.  But the desire to cum off in her cunt exceeded all else.
	Standing Danica up he fingered her pussy and his unnatural desires swept over him having him strip the young girl completely nude, then laying her out on his desk.  No one from the class gasped or made any indications of aware whatsoever.  Neither did Danica.
	On the desk, the young girl’s legs were opened and Pike drove his tongue into her sex.  It was moist, wet, and tasted a hint of pee.  Pike didn’t care and “went after it” madly.
	How he managed to stop himself from jumping the girl’s bones and fucking her brains out right then and there he didn’t know.  Somehow, though, he did.  Flicking his tongue all about the girl’s smooth cunt was fantastic!  He could almost count the pubes that had come in, by the girl’s next birthday she should have quite the coverage.  

 	Pike smiled and licked his fill of her, fingered her asshole then pressed against her well licked dick trench his throbbing hard erection.  He was seconds away from plunging his throbbing hard erection into her when he saw a shadow at the side of the classroom.
	Classrooms of Franklin Elementary were old brick style, built back in the 1950s the buildings housed five classrooms.  The buildings were one story structures positioned lengthwise with an open-grassy courtyard between them.  On the lee side, the side facing the courtyard, there were rose bushes and other assorted bushes along the building, a small cement walkway along the edge and then twelve feet of space to the next building.  The lee side windows had angular painted aluminum sun deflecting exterior blinds preventing direct access of the sun (or anyone passing by to peep inside the class…)
	Panic ensued Pike, fear followed.  Quickly did he return Danica to her normal state of being as well as the class.  Once they were released from their mind lock he waited patiently with fear mounting until he was sure everyone was ok.  His cock ached as it had been right at the pivotal point of blowing off wads of pent up cum.
	“Keep working,” he told his class, “I’ll be right back.” Usually he stayed with his class whilst they took their quizzes and exams, policy and personal reasons to ensure no cheating took place during an absence—but he had to go investigate the source of the shadow.

	Tab DeLong and Harry Wayman were the “shadows”.  They were ten year old boys sneaking around in between classes “being naughty.”  They weren’t spies; they were typical boys in the pursuit of sexual gratification.  That gratification was to be shared with each other; mutual masturbation, peeing (but not on one another) and “cock fighting.”
	Pike caught them in the midst of butt humping—that is to say Harry Wayman’s cock was not IN but ON best friend Tab’s ass.  The actual act of penetration to the hole was elusive to them.  Enter Pike…
	Tab’s pants and undies were at his ankles, his friend (behind him) equally so.  The boys basked in the glorious sunshine tucked away at the one end of the open courtyard that wasn’t open.  Each of the four courtyards were blocked at opposing ends, one every other.  A row of thick bushes was against the half way leaving a space of a couple of feet between the bushes and the brick/cement wall.  On the other side of the wall was open space that segued out to the large open grassy campus.

	Being busted was a life changing turmoil for the boys—they were petrified at being snuck up on and braced against the half wall forgetting to pull up their clothes. 
	“Busted.” Pike told them.
	Tab manaeged to hold his emotions but young Harry lost it and began to cry.  Pike shook his head, squatted before them telling them both,
	“None of that stuff.”
	Tab was ok but Harry was a mess.
	“Pull up your clothes.” Pike told them.  The boys complied and then began spilling their spiel about having to go pee and their pants fell down and then garbled words suggesting “accidents” and such.
	“Bullshit.” Pike told them matter-of-factly.  Then, after they had their pants up he took them to his office.

	The office was a cramped place with a desk, some shelving, bookcase, and file cabinet.  Pike had tenure, twelve years with the school district and it awarded him his own office.  With the classes of the school going to lunch period, the boys were not missed as they were escorted to the private room.
	No EMAD was needed.  Pike was impressed.

	After plopping himself down in his armless but comfy chair he directed the boys to “get ‘em off.”
	The boys looked to one another in some bewilderment but sort of knew what to expect—a spanking.  More to the point, a bare ass spanking.  Harry sniveled and was about to cry; Tab pushed down his pants AND underwear and waited.
	“All of them.” Mr. Elsworth told them.
	Harry broke down and began to seriously let loose his emotions.
	“Keep it up and it’ll be more than my hand that’ll kiss your behind!”
	Tab winced and clenched, Harry screwed up his sweet face but did manage to stop crying.  The boys slowly peeled off their shirts and stepped out of their clothes positioning themselves closer to Mr. Elsworth, totally naked.
	Tab was first to be drawn across Pike’s lap.  The young naked boy squirmed a little—but that was a given.  Pike rested his hand on the boy’s bare bottom and though he ached to have illicit sexual relations with girls—a little fling with boys wasn’t that bad, either.
	The softness of the boy’s ass was tremendously intoxicating.  He had felt—just felt in fact, of Danica’s ass, Nora’s ass, and there was no real discerning difference—save for one ass was a girl’s and the other a boy’s.

	One smack—two smack—three smack—FOUR!
	Each “smack” was not meant for exacting punishment, the boy wrestled and his young tender ass smarted from the assault, but otherwise he faired well—then was stood up and the upset boy, Harry, took his place.
	Four smacks to Harry’s ass and that was it.  The boy took it well, fidgeted greatly and Pike wanted to smack the boy’s ass with a sincere hardness but held off.  His desires festered and something burbled in the back of his mind…
	“Alright,” Pike said after the spankings, “let’s do what you were doing when I caught you.”
	The boys looked to one another with a little “huh?” between them.
	Pike took Harry back to his lap, spread the boy’s legs and then smiled to Tab.  Tab understood right off and got a partial hard-on as a result.  He went right up to his friend’s ass and began rubbing his schlong all over Harry’s boyish bum.
	Harry wiggled some and was curious as to what the hell was going on.
	Tab rubbed his increasingly increasing cock all over and then up and down the best friend’s crack before being schooled in the proper finesse of being an Ass Master.
	Licking bung hole, though, was not something Tab was willing to engage in.  “He POOPS from there!” 
	Pike pried Harry’s cheeks and examined his hole—
	“It’s clean.” he declared.  Then,
	“Either lick it, or take more spanking, but,” he smiled leaning back revealing the belt hanging on the wall, “not with my hand.”
	Tab gulped and his proud hard-on lost a little luster.
	“A few licks, get the hole really slicked up.” Pike cooed hold the wriggling Harry still.
	Tab closed his eyes and with still no EMAD in use, the boy went to his knees and applied his tongue to his friend’s dirt chute rim.

	Being an Ass Master meant the whole way—tonguing the rim was just a part of it—a beginning.  Under instruction from Pike, young Tab jammed his tongue into his friend’s hole successfully lubricating it sufficiently.
	“Now you poke him.” chirped the teacher who was not the boys’ teacher.  Tab was somewhat in the know on how that was done, he had just never done it.  

	Butt plunging was an art.  It took a little finesse, some guidance, and determination to breech a never-before-fucked asshole.  Tab DeLong graciously made anal entry into his friend and after making most of the penetration set, he gripped his friend’s hips—as per instruction, and proceeded with that of which was sodomy.
	Whenever amateur Bible thumpers seek to proclaim that butt banging is wrong, they bring out the story of Sodom and Gomorrah (Genesis 18, 19); recounting how God destroyed the entire city because it was filled with sodomites.  Sodomites, as known to Society are men who have sex with other men (i.e. homosexuals) and with that logic Society can tell that God hates butt bangers because he wiped out the city of Sodom and Gomorrah for being filled with homos! 
 	It wasn’t that at all—it was because the Sodomites were inhospitable to the strangers in Lot’s house; the two Angels.  The Sodomites wanted the two strangers saying “bring them out so that we may know them.” In the literal since it meant, “bring out the two strangers, Lot, so that we may rape them!”  literally.
	Lot refused but instead was to send out his two daughters so that the Sodomites might be satiated with them.  Imagine!  Thankfully this didn’t happen, they fled their city and in a cave, the daughters of Lot did naughty with their drunken father!
	The Bible is just FULL of sex, very few Books, mostly in the New Testament, have any mentioning of sex.  The Old Testament is an eye-opener for sure.  Not too mention the Pissing on the Wall and other oddities.
	Tab DeLong put it to his friend, “reaching around” grasping his friend’s erection and pleasing him while he himself was pleased.  Harry wasn’t too amused about having his bum plunged but after awhile he did somewhat relent.
	Tab enjoyed it, though.  The sensation to his cock was sensational!
	Pike smoothed his hand over Tab’s ass, too.
	Finally, after several enduring minutes of spelunking his best friend’s asshole, Tab DeLong entered into that realm that was more glorious than he could ever imagine.  “Holy hot shit!” he exclaimed and he took on the exact persona of a doggie in lock-up with his bitch.
	Thankfully, Tab was a quick cummer and the “act” was completed seconds later with a mighty thrust signaling the end.  His young cock squirted into his friend’s bum unleashing a goodly quantity of boy juice.
	“Holy hot fucking shit!” Tab exclaimed.
	Harry’s exuberance was a little less…

	It was comical to watch as Harry tried to “see” his smoldering sphinter.  Like a dog chasing his tail the boy twirled about whilst pulling a butt cheek.  Fingering his hole finding a gob of Tab’s cum there grossed him out.  Before the boy could be too sickened, though,
	“Your turn.” Pike said to Tab.
	Having the two naked boys in his midst was something Pike fathom.  They were naked, they were ten, they had boners, they were cute and willing to perform on their own.  If only he could get a girl to be that way.  There were no girls like Pamela (the girl from his past who was naughty with him at school.)
	Gazing upon the boys as they stood naked with their ten year old schlongs seriously hard, even young Tab’s prick was still after cumming off.  It was a little “stained”; Pike brought out some moist handywipes and cleaned the boy’s pud himself.
	Thereafter, 
	Tab lay across Pike’s lap; Pike had Harry hold off a moment while he himself rubbed on Tab’s nakedness.  Girls were good, no doubt there.  But a naked boy?  Not bad, either.  It possibly came down to “skin”, nakedness, and the illicitness of being.  
	Spreading Tab’s cheeks Pike invited Harry to “give it a lick.”
	The “it” was Tab’s funk hole.  Harry was not too thrilled with this gambit, not in the least.  Screwing up his face he shook his head and in no way was he willing to flick his tongue to his friend’s dirty chute.
	Pike wasn’t comfortable with administering discipline to “force” the issue, not in the setting of being at school.  There would be repercussions to deal with that he wasn’t willing to deal with.  There was no “pre-planning”, no “back-up” plan should something go wrong.  Pike understood the wiseness of such ventures.
	Tab eventually placed his tongue to his friend’s dirt chute rim—with a little help from an EMAD!  The boy preformed his task without much ado about making faces or resistance.  He applied his tongue as if he were licking ice cream!
	The act of the boy giving his friend a rim job gave great cause for Pike to get a tremendous hard-on.  He began to feel like a Catholic Priest; inordinate feelings began to swirl within him and soon after young Harry had completed his oral task and then subsequent anal plunging, it was Pike’s turn!

	Tab made some noise as his young ten year old asshole was invaded.  Laying nakedly on Mr. Elsworth’s desk the boy squirmed some (but was controllable.)  The boy held onto the desk while the teacher plunging him held his legs up along his chest in a sort of clumsy way, thrusting into the boy’s puckered anus with a delirious determination.  
	Almost ALL of Mr. Pike Elsworth cock was in Tab DeLong’s hole.
	The boy fluttered his eyes and a bit of cum drizzled out of his still amazingly hard prick.  The understanding of what it was like to be a Priestly pedophile was understood (somewhat) by Pike; there was a strange fascination that basically couldn’t be described let alone fully psychologically explained.  But the nakedness of Tab and Harry was beyond measure—inasmuch as he enjoyed putting his prick into the teenage girls of his neighborhood, schlepping his way into Tab’s anus was good, too.

	Schlepping his salami into Dory Barnett would be good, too; but there wasn’t time and so he had to settle for smoothing his hand over her delicious little ten year old butt.  He had creamed in Tab’s asshole and managed a little into Harry’s hole—his cock still spurted some and messed on Dory’s belly as she lay nakedly across his lap.
	It was a daring thing to do, but Dory wore a Summery dress that was easy off and hopefully, easy on.  Not much in the way of breasts did the girl have, small aspirins on an ironing board.  No trainer, none was needed.  No pubes, either.  She did, though, have lovely long dark hair, a sweet-sweet face, and a bright smile.
	It was the last hour of the day, forty-five minutes and the students were reassembled to their homerooms.  Missing lunch was no big deal; half the time had been spent sodomizing two ten year old boys with the second half of the lunch hour rewiring their young impressionable minds.
	That was a taxing endeavor.
	Back in his classroom he set his students to simple reading—quietly.
	Then, after about fifteen minutes and he himself rested—and quiet contemplation on what he had done with Tab and Harry, he put his trusty EMAD on the desk and zapped his class.
	After a sigh and relative assuredness that his class was indeed “zapped” he brought Dory to his desk and undressed her.  His desk he had reoriented so as he had a more direct looksee at his door.  
	Joy Hart wore shorts.  Short shorts.  Yellow short shorts with yellow panties.  She smelled of roses, had long curly blond hair and was like a ray of sunshine.  With her short shorts (and panties) at her ankles she was more than sunshine to the overly horny horndog, Pike.

	Staring at the young near naked girl absorbed several minutes.  The shape of her body, her nakedness, her purity.  A few scant hairs there were covering her virginity, Pike pressed the back of a finger to the girl’s slit; then was drawn to bring her right up to his lap, bend her over and “get after it.”
	There was, though, insufficient time to “get after it” like he wanted—which was to have the girl completely naked, sprawled on top of his desk, her legs spread, and his cock pounding her sex.
	A minutes of caressing her butt, digging into the crack and fingering out her tight asshole, a little slap to the pure white skin, then standing her back up to admire her with her clothes at her ankles.
	He wanted her.
	He wanted Danica, Eileen, Dory, Jennifer, Bonnie, Nancy Anne, and Nora.  He wanted them all, and Tab and Harry, too.  In his basement, naked, pleasing him every day in every way.
	Yep, he was a horndog.
	A few girls in their young teen years, middle teen years, and at the end of their teen years to make it interesting.  No boys in their teens, he wasn’t interested in teenage boys; young boys—yes, teen boys, no.
	With an EMAD—it could happen.
	He knew, though, there laid some awaiting danger.  He could easily be swept away into being a hellish monster and then be swept away to incarceration forfeiting his freedom.  He cherished his freedom and in no way wished to harm that foundation.
	With the EMAD, though…

*

I came, I saw, I came all over
	Why go out to the neighborhood—when the neighborhood will come to you?  One day, a day after defiling the students at Franklin Elementary, who should appear at his kitchen door but two girl scouts!
	Two of them!
	They had knocked at the front door but Pike was working refinishing some cabinets in his kitchen so the unwary girls went along the driveway to the side door that was the kitchen door.  There was a wooden deck where the trash can and barbeque grill were.  Two steps, one on each side.  And the kitchen door was inset three feet with opposing walls at a 45-degree angle.
	What does that mean?
	It means that once the girls bounded up the steps and to the door—they were unseen from anyone walking along the common sidewalk…

	Especially with the advent of the EMAD, girls selling anything especially cookies were not allowed to go traipsing alone let alone go traipsing to the side of a house and become invisible from the street.  Furthermore, they were absolutely not allowed to go INSIDE a house.  It was a big no-no and one that Michelle Hayakara and Fumika Wong did not take to heed.
	Chinese girls, American-Chinese girls in the age range of ten.
	It was late in the day and they were scurrying to get the last of their cookies sold.  Both were anxious to make a sale and Pike was anxious for something else…
	“I’ll take ‘em all!” he told the girls, cleaning out the selling boxes of both girls.  They were giddy with glee and nearly (very) wet themselves.  Pike told them “I’ll be right back” gone to fetch wallet and pay the girls off and rid them of their cookies.
	Pike had another “cookie” in mind and returned with his ever so trusty EMAD zapping the girls right then and there in his kitchen.  Their silence told him that they were under the influence of a mind controlling unit.  Pike stood before them, the angle of his kitchen had it that no one—no one could see in.  Of course, there were the neighbors on the side…
	They weren’t home, Allen and Edna Carbopple.  They had gone upstate to visit family.  The neighbors on the OTHER side couldn’t see thru the house.  Pike knelt before Michelle, stared at her, then gently ever so gently copped a feel of her ass.
	Nothing.
	His heart raced and cock throbbed hard inside his pants.
	The girls were in uniform—short pleated skirts.  Pike’s heart raced more tantamount to a open-wheel race car driver—his hands went up under the girl’s dark green pleated skirt coming to rest on her warm delicious ass.
	His mind raced.  It was a dream cum true.  What the outcome would be, what would become of them—that wasn’t in the picture.  Not yet.  His fingers slipped up inside the girl’s panties making way to her crack.
	Nothing from her eyes to give and indication of awareness. 
	Same for her friend, Fumiko.
	Slowly ever-so-slowly he pulled Michelle’s panties down.  They were green as well.  Pike lowered the garment all the way down then returned his hands to the girl’s ass.  He reeled in his devilish misdeed, squeezing the girl’s flesh and desiring her strongly.  
	Sorry, no Q&A.

	A slew of questions there were for Michelle, but he didn’t ask and wasn’t aware of the Q&A feature found on most EMADs.  One thing he wanted to know—where the girls alone?  Was there at least a teenager with them in the vicinity?
	The pesky questions were quelled by the surging lust.  His libido kicked into high gear and off to the basement he whisked the girls one at a time laying them down on some old boxes.  Sighting the mattress that was supposed to be donated after he had just recently purchased a new bed set was just the thing.  
	After positioning the bare mattress on the floor, turning a fan on, adjusting light, he laid Michelle out on the bed first, lifting her legs and reeling at her nakedness.
	A new person came then—out of him—from him.  An evil person.  There was an overwhelming presence of something seriously evil.  Like in slow motion, Pike pulled off the girl’s skirt, opened her legs and gazed longingly at her bare sex.  It was perfectly shaped and most definitely virginal.  His fingers went to the young cunny, exploring-exploring-exploring until the surging lust prevailed and Pike was shedding his own clothes.  Pushing Michelle’s top clothing up out of the way so as to view her flat chest, Pike rested his seriously hard hardness to her virgin entrance and began to grind.
	He was about to make vaginal penetration when—
	KNOCK  KNOCK  KNOCK and DING—DONG—DING—DONG
	Someone had come calling.

	“HI!” said a potential Hooter’s girl.  She was blond, bubbly, long hair to her butt, as bright as sunshine, smelled extremely sweet, was probably not a virgin, and by her dress she was a member of the local scouting association for girls.  
	Pike was scarcely dressed and put on the persona of being one who had just been woken up.
	“HI!” said the perky—way too perky fifteen year old Starla Vimyer.  “Have you seen two girls?”  
	Pike shook his head “No” and the bubbly teen scampered off.
	She scampered off.  Pike realized as he was half way down his stairs to the basement that “Damn!” he coulda had her!
	But he had Michelle and Fumiko…

	Once you complete one deed, mis or otherwise, you have to do another.  Michelle had been good and worthy of being penetrated by Pike’s cock.  It was too hurried, though, Pike had returned to laying on the hapless-mindless girl and grinding his cock against her slit until such a time as it was naturally slicked up enough that penetration efforts could begin.
	The first stabbing penetration brought the young girl out of her mindlocked stupor.  Pike put his hand over her mouth and shoved his fuckstick into her with dire determination.  Michelle’s eyes bulged, she gasped and though the EMAD no longer had a lock on her she was too shocked to react or do anything but endure.
	She was emotional—but that was a given.
	Mid way thru defiling Michelle, her friend Fumiko “woke up.”
	Pike wrestled Michelle over onto her tummy and pinned her arms; then planted a knee onto her hands pinning her firmly—and a quick smack to her bare ass also helped.  Then he grabbed the frightened Fumiko who had pissed herself royally.  Fear was great with her and she was stunned into submission without the need of the EMAD.
	“Take off your clothes!” barked Pike.
	While Fumiko slowly complied, Pike placed Michelle’s hands up under her and nestled his throbbing cock between her ass.  Then he brought Fumiko onto Michelle.
	He liked that.  A lot!
	A minute or was spent whilst he lingered ogling the new scene, Fumiko on top of her friend—their lovely young (naked) bodies thrilled him and soon he was caressing their bodies with an increasing desire to do extreme naughty unto them.
	And so he did.
	Making anal penetration to either girl was a no-go—their young holes were too tight despite Pike’s throbbing hard pulsating cock’s determination.  Prefingering, spittle, and the use of a handy-dandy handle-end of a screwdriver didn’t help.
	“Stay here,” Pike warned the girls, “if you move—you’ll regret it.”
	The girls wailed and clung to one another—well, mostly the girl on top.  Pike masturbated a moment and continued to ogle them then dashed up the stairs to his bathroom.
	He wasn’t gone but a minute.
	When he returned—the girls were in the exact place as he had left them.  “Good girls!” he said with glee and promptly lubricated Fumiko’s asshole with cock grease—or old fashioned petroleum based jelly.

	Anal penetration was then more of a success—much to Fumiko’s dismay.  The young girl squirmed and became very emotional as her virgin anus was violated.  The girl struggled to breath along with comprehend fully what was happening to her.
	After applying a generous glop of grease to the girl’s poop chute as well as to the length of his pipe soon to go to the girl’s poop chute, Pike began a slow process of buggery.
	Fumiko wailed and clung to Michelle beneath her crying “NO-NO!”
	Pike was deaf to her; his cock entered her hole and made slow steady progress.  The little girl spread her legs outward, gasped for breath and was thoroughly sodomized.  
	Once most of the way in the pumping began.  Fumiko twisted, her asshole clenched about his invading prong only bringing him to want more.  More penetration there was but only a bit more as Pike didn’t really want to bring the girl much harm.  Not much.
	On and on it went with Pike finally pumping faster and faster sending a massive torrent of pent up cum flowing into the girl’s asshole interior two minutes after penetration.  There was some relief, some.  Pike, though, didn’t feel as great about the ordeal as he thought he would.  Of course, that was only one hole—Fumiko had two more holes and then there was her friend, Michelle, who had three!
	Drenched in sweat, Pike pulled out.  The girl’s hole remained open for a long time gushing out the spillage spilled within.  Steam arose from her body; the cum from her hole dripped down to her friend’s ass and Pike took it all in.
	Of course, there was a bit of mess to clean up.  Pike cleaned his cock and then Fumiko’s hole with a washrag.  Rinsing it out in the cement sink by the water heater he called for Fumiko who slowly obeyed him.  Michelle continued to whimper but kept still, her hands clenched tightly under her she turned to see what was going on with her friend.
	What was going on with her friend was the girl was simply washed down with the washrag—with specific attention to her fresh fucked asshole and then her soon to be fucked cunt.  All over the young girl’s body the man in their midst washed her down—then he stood and masturbated blatantly before her having her take over the job of masturbation.
	Then,
	“Suck it.”
	Fumiko screwed up her face, winced at the displeasure of the deed, but at length put her lips to the pulsing prong and then engulfed.  Pike caressed her head and with steady pressure to the back of her head…

	Michelle retched and squeezed her naked-vulnerable body tightly together.  Her disgust was intensified when after a couple of minutes the man in their midst was ejaculating.  Michelle wasn’t sure exactly what the white substance was spilling from Fumiko’s mouth but she thought it was from the man.
	Fumiko retched and definitely was not into the icky goo filling her mouth.  Pike pulled out and began slapping her face with his dick, rubbing the phallic all over humping her face having the girl suck his balls, too.
	The thrill of being overly naughty was far from be quelled.
	He still couldn’t believe he let a teenage girl walk away from his clutches, though.

	Michelle’s eyes bulged to the point of nearly bursting as the naughty man in her midst was “in” her.  Slowly did the naughty man make vaginal penetration to her; her legs were spread wide and the naughty-naughty man was deeply involved with her.
	He wasn’t all the way, as with Fumiko’s asshole, only partial penetration was possible.  But that was ok, he took what he could get and enjoyed it (at the girls’ expense.)
	There was significant broken cherry juice with Michelle; Pike cleaned the girl up (as well as himself) and then lay beside the girl fingering her freshly fucked cunt.  The girl wriggled and wept but otherwise endured.  Fumiko remained standing at the cement washbasin, hands folded before her concealing her pussy.  Pike fingered-fingered-fingered little Michelle and soon had another raging hard-on.  It ached a little but was ready…
	“Come here,” he told Fumiko, “come suck me again.” she was good.
	The timid girl reluctantly obeyed; she still made a face but otherwise sucked the man’s cock as told.  He didn’t cum off, though; he was spent and then some.  Being spent, though, didn’t put him off from molesting the girls.
	When Fumiko had slathered up his johnson sufficiently so, Pike rolled back onto Michelle, bringing her legs up along his sweaty chest and angling the girl’s body to where he could ease into her unfucked asshole.
	Michelle wasn’t too pleased and twisted so bringing her molester to smack her hips repeatedly.  This didn’t help. The girl wailed and anal penetration was delayed whilst she was spanked.
	Suddenly, Fumiko rushed in driving the screwdriver into Pike’s hand.
	Ouch!

*
cumming together
	A swift backhand sent the young girl sprawling—over Michelle’s body.  The two clung to one another scrambling to the wall while their molester reeled in pain.  It was amazing the strength Fumiko had in her delivery, the screwdriver had gone all the way thru.  Pike was in very much pain and discomfort—his sexual lust greatly decreased.
	After wrapping his hand in the washcloth, after removing the tool implement, he dressed himself minus undies and socks.  Then, roughly, he tied the girls up, gagged them, blindfolded them, then in a sudden quickness of retribution spanked them with his good hand and then a belt.
	The girls were left in darkness while their tormentor left for the hospital.

	While waiting his turn at the hospital…
	Who should tempt his fancy (cock) but a cute little eight year black girl.  Why the little girl was there was not known—and Pike didn’t care.  She was cute!  It was mostly her innocence and friendliness that was the draw.  The waiting room even at the midnight hour was full of peoples; dregs of society, sufferers from over indulgence at a party, accident victims, and those who’ve had a screwdriver jammed into their hand…
	The little girl was a distraction.  There was something about her, something strange and just a little odd.  She wasn’t afraid and seemed to be alone (although a black woman came and sat beside her.)  The woman didn’t seemed harmed in any way—just very-very tired (and sleepy.)  The little girl, Ashley, wasn’t sleepy—she was talkative, sweet, and friendly.  Too friendly?
	Pike determined that she was simply naïve.  But in the day and age that was current—being naïve about strangers was something he thought would be passé, every child (and person of any age) should be wary if not leery of strangers.  Even family members, friends, best friends for that matter.  Of course, that was tantamount to paranoia and everyone living in boxes in the downtown alley or becoming hermits in the desert talking to your turds.
	Pike’s turn came; he gave a lame excuse of trying to extract some wax from a candle when the candle broke.  The attending and nurse gave him a look of disbelief—but the nurse wrote the explanation down and the attending tended to the injury.
	No nerve damage—just cartilage and muscle.
	“Do you play the guitar?” the doctor asked.

	“No.” Pike answered.
	“Good.” ‘cause he (Pike) wouldn’t be able to move his hand to strum the cords for a long while.  The hand still smarted but drugs would take care of that.  He returned to the waiting room to wait for paperwork and then prescriptions.  His little friend was still there, the “mommy” figure was sound asleep.
	Ashley was bored and had been waiting for Pike; she was worried about his injured hand and asked a ton of questions.  
	“I’m going to be an ocean scientist.” She said determinately.
	“Why’s that?” Pike asked.
	Ashley shrugged saying, “I like the ocean and the stuff in it.”
	Simple answer from an eight year old.
	Pike recalled while subbing at a friend’s class the second graders had been given the task of “What I want to be.”  Strangely, oddly, more than half the class had chosen the occupation of Oceanographer.  Their normal teacher had given them various field occupations to write about and materials on those occupations; astronaut, archeologist, anthropologist, scientist, and oceanographer among a few others.
 	With the class having interest in the ocean the teacher perpetuated the interest and had the class do a group project writing about the ocean, making dioramas, making presentations, and so on.  
 	From their writings:  Elementary Oceanography
 “This is a picture of an octopus. It has eight testicles.” Keisha, age 8 
“Oysters’ balls are called pearls.” Joe, age 8 
“If you are surrounded by ocean you are an Island.  If you don’t have ocean all round you, you are incontinent.” Wade, age 7 
“Sharks are ugly and mean, and have big teeth, just like Emily Richardson. She's not my friend any more.” Kye, age 9 
“A dolphin breaths through an asshole on the top of its head.” Brad, age 8 
“My uncle goes out in his boat with two other men and a woman and pots and comes back with crabs.” Molly, age 8 
“When ships had sails, they used to use the trade winds to cross the ocean. Sometimes when the wind didn’t blow the sailors would whistle to make 
the wind come.  My brother said they would have been better off eating beans.”  Randy, age 8 
“Mermaids live in the ocean.  I like mermaids.  They are beautiful and I like their shiny tails, but how do mermaids get pregnant?  Like, really?” Helen  
“I'm not going to write about the ocean.  My baby brother is always crying, my Dad keeps yelling at my Mom, and my big sister has just got pregnant, so I can't think what to write. Mindy, age 6 

*

	After getting his prescription he was on his way out when he saw his little friend sitting in the waiting chairs.  She smiled to him and waved and Pike wanted to see her naked.  He had already got a glimpse of her butt, her shirt she kept smoothing out with her hands was a little too short and when she sat up straight bouncing her legs at the edge of the conforming plastic chair a great deal of revealing butt crack was revealed.  Pink panties with white lace.  Definitely did Pike want to see her naked.
	When he saw the little girl digging thru her Mom’s purse for change to use at the snack bar down the hall—
	With a wink from Pike as well as a head-nod, the little girl happily (and willingly) came to him.
	“I’ll hook you up.” he told her.	 Then, holding hands, they made their way down the hall to the snack room.  Her name was Ashley, she was eight; she was cute, light chocolate brown skin; a sweet-sweet smile, nice butt.  Her hair was soft, full, with some colorful beads entwined in a pair of braids along the front side of her face.
	She was happy-go-lucky.
	In the snack room there were several snack machines, drink machines, and implements to heat snacks and chairs to sit to enjoy the snacks.  Popcorn, a burrito, hot pretzels, and sodas was just the thing to please the two visitors.  Ashley was talkative but the subject of why she was at the hospital wasn’t in the conversation.
	And Pike didn’t care.
	After their snacking feast,
	“I’m going to go outside and get some fresh air,” pause for dramatic effect, “would you like to come—along?”
	Surprisingly, “Yes!” said the happy-go-lucky unwary girl.
	Pike worried slightly about the security issues, not so much as the guards but the security cams in the ceiling, corners, and wherever else they might be hidden.  Disregarding the risks, due to his cock overpowering his good sense, Pike escorted Ashley out a side door—setting off the alarm.
	“RUN!” Pike yelled.

	There was no fright from their unplanned flight—ok, there was, but it was quelled quickly to be replaced by giggling as the two hid behind some dumpsters.  “That was fun!” giggled Ashley.  Pike’s heart raced and awaited the flashing probing lights of security—but none came.

	Peeking up over the stinky trash dumpsters Pike saw no one.  It was midmorning and no one was about.  Of course, those pesky security cams seen and unseen were still a worry.
	But Pike’s cock was still in charge…
	“Come on.” Pike said taking Ashley’s hand and leading her away from the dumpsters.  They went out to the adjacent park—way out to the edge where a small canal was.  Ducks and other assorted water fowl were floating along the gentle waters, crickets and frogs made their presence known, and Ashley tooted.
	“Damn,” Pike said, “that was a big frog!”
	Ashley giggled and continued to hold Pike’s hand.  Something swelled within Pike—oh yeah, his cock.  Just as he squatted down beside her,
	“I gotta pee.” the little girl announced suddenly.
	There was a pause, then, “Ok.”
	No EMAD was in use.
	Pike held the little girl’s hands saying to her, “go ahead.”
	Of course, Ashley wasn’t going to “go” in her pants, she giggled and was a little bashful, shrugged her shoulders and gushed.
	“Have you ever peed standing up?” Pike asked her.
	Ashley shook her head dramatically indicating a strong “NO.”

	Going off to the very end of the grassy lot area where there were lots of trees and bushes, Ashley pushed down her yellowish corduroys—albeit giggling and blushing all the way.  Surprisingly, she pushed her panties down, too—much to Pike’s delight.
	Then, gingerly and carefully the girl was helped out of her clothes, sidestepping away from them.
	“Spread your legs.” Pike said softly to the giddy black girl.  
	Ashley did and soon began to relieve her bladder.  Pike was hard pressed to keep himself from jerking off right then and there.  
	Pike was enthralled if not amazed.  He couldn’t believe the girl was so willing—it was very odd of her and he just couldn’t figure it (her.)  If he didn’t know better—he would have thought her to be under the influence of an EMAD…
	Hmmmm
	She was too easy to please (him).  

	His cock butted in, “are we gonna do anything?”
	Though he couldn’t fathom why the young girl was so giving of herself, Pike relented and fingered her pussy.  The girl continued to be willing—furthering Pike’s confusion and awe.
	The girl was wondrous—‘specially stark naked and peeing.  Under the influence of an EMAD or not, the girl was mostly herself and gushed about being so vulnerable and peeing outside.  Pike caressed her ass, squeezed the flesh and reeled in watching her pee.  The fingering of her young snatch came right after the last trickle.  Ashley clenched herself and was all giggles—and still didn’t react the way an eight year old should.  Pike’s fingering was determinate; going against the girl’s wetted slit with the back of his finger working its way in trying to determine the virgin factor.
	She was eight, she should be a virgin.
	She was.
	Pike continued to finger her out after laying her down—away from her puddle.  Laying down with her his hand went more earnestly all over her, with specific attention to her delicious cunt.  Ashley giggled, blushed, squeezed her body (shoulders) together, and tooted.
	At length, Pike hauled out his cock and got the strange black girl to “handle” his erection.  
	“Have you handled one before?” Pike curiously asked.
	Surprisingly, “Yes” she answered.
	“Who?” Pike had to ask.
	“My step-daddy.” He was in the hospital.
	Ashley also sucked her new daddy.
	“Does new daddy put his thingy here?” Pike asked fingering the girl’s pussy.  
	He did, but not “in.”
	Pike lay with the girl, staring into her eyes, grinding against her, wondering-wondering-wondering.  He didn’t know what to make of her.  She wasn’t acting normal.  He knew, psychologically speaking, that some children will seek out strangers for affection if they feel that they are not getting said affection from those in their family.  
	Slowly, Pike mounted.  There was some apprehension but his cock remained in the pilot seat.  Ashley remained as she was—receptive.  Penetrating her pussy, though, was not possible.  It was if he did not care for the girl but he did so he didn’t.  
	He did grind against her, though.  That was different.  Vaginal penetration would have been better, but if she were a bit older—like thirteen or so.  Grinding was good and Pike nailed her slit with gusto!

	The release of seminal fluid was sensational—cumulated with the fact that he was nailing an eight year old out in the middle of the morning and in relative public!  The girl was quite the dish and it felt good what he was doing.  Her entire body he caressed, fondled, smoothed, and fingered.  
	Ashley gave no protest whatsoever.
	Pike squirted his love juice all over her dainty chocolate poon, dragging and grinding the head of his squirter into her slit that was now sufficiently lubricated.
	Penetration, though, was still a no-go and Pike was okay with that; he rolled her over, patted her butt and daringly spanked it (but not hard.)  And though his cock had just cum off he remained dutifully hard—stiff enough leastways to hump Ashley’s crack and reel in the rally.

*

Where the horseflies fly
	The sun was just breaking when he pulled back into his drive.  His cock ached and body a wreck.  And his hand hurt.
	Fumiko!
	He had forgotten (temporarily) the two girl scouts in his basement.
	Quickly he made way to the basement finding the two girls still there.  His lust had been quelled by Ashley’s willing antics with him, so he went to bed—not waking up until a little afternoon when disturbed by a hearty knock-knock-knock at his door.
	Bleary eyed he answered the door—a city cop was at the door, a woman.  She smiled to Pike, cleared her throat and rolled her eyes a bit.
	Pike didn’t get it.
	“Just wake up, sir?” she asked.
	Pike wrinkled his nose; God, his hand hurt.
	It was then that he noticed he was naked.
	“Opps.” he said with a quivering smile and stepped behind the door, “Uh, just a second.”  He dashed to the landry room grabbing a pair of pants and a shirt—then returned to the door and police officer.
	“What’s up?”
	The cop was polite, red head, stern serious face, in her mid 30s, and fuckable.
	Fuckable?
	What was he thinking!?
	He was thinking of seeing her stretched out naked on his bed.
	As Officer Anne Lambert yapped about doing a neighborhood investigational follow-up about the recent unexplained missing girl scouts, Pike noted on her uniform the EMAD detector and Preventor.
	“Have you been at home all night, sir?” she asked.  Did she already know that question?  Was she on stake-out, watching the suspect house as it was the last known place the two missing girls were known to be?
	“I’ve been in the hospital.” he told her showing his injury.  He didn’t explain what the injury was (or how it had happened.)
	The officer smiled and continued her interview then left.
	Pike watched her—her ass.  Greatly did he want to see her on his bed, naked, hands tied above her head to the headboard, legs spread out wide and he there shaving her fiery red cunt hairs.
	Oh!
	Instead, he traipsed down into the basement…

*

	The Tri-County area of Ocelot entertained a forest, a national forest, three cities, several towns designated as “suburbs” but weren’t really (the towns were before the cities) and a desert—all juxtaposed to the ocean.  There was a rundown trailer court next to the ocean with an unpopular beach, a row of houses along the desert highway, a huge canal where ships sailed up and down delivering cargo to the furthermost industrial city.
	A huge ridge dissected the desert separating a couple of very remote desert/mining towns.  Then there was the Socorro Mountains that stretched up to the sky some ten thousand feet.  It was mostly popular on the lee side, the side not facing the ocean.
	There, too, was the military installation far out in the middle of the desert.  Pike skirted that site taking Deslo Desert Rd. that completely circumvented the military post and instead made for the aforementioned desolate mining town, Quartzwood was one, Quartston was the other.  Quartzwood was on the side a few miles up from the military locale and the ocean; Quartston was on the other side of the dissecting ridge in the shadow of the Socorro Mountain.  There was a little more to Quartston, a post office, a medical doctor had set up shop there, too; a general store naturally, and a gas station with service garage.  Quartzwood offered a general store only.

	As many as fifty peoples lived year round in Quartzwood, half that lived in Quartston.  Quartzwood offered a more pleasant atmosphere—with more cool days than its remote sister town twenty miles over a precarious road that ran over the ridge between the two.  Both towns had their own road to get to them with Quartzwood having the better road—it was dirt but it was better dirt…
	Anyways, Pike turned off of Desert Highway after coming thru the small desert town where just recently the biker gang that had infiltrated therein had disbanded and were no more.  From Desert Highway he went some twenty miles to Deslo Rd. cut off then made steady progress to Quartzwood.  His hand hurt and was puffy in the tender area underside.  His thoughts were of Officer Anne—no other woman he knew did he want so badly!  And with an EMAD he could make it true!  But she was a cop, a lady cop equipped with sophisticated equipment rendering her near impossible to capture and have as he own.  But still…

	“Sorry, girls,” Pike said switching off the a/c and powering down the windows, “gotta do this.” The car they rode in began to go up steeply to Quartswood and it was necessary to turn off the a/c to keep the engine from overheating.
	Fumiko and Michelle sat in the backseat, blindfolded, gagged, bound hand and foot, clothed.  After spanking the girls hours earlier, spreading their legs and eating them out until his sore aching cock demanded earnest attention; he fed them, watered them, dressed them, bound them.  Them marveled when Fumiko announced that she had to pee.  So Pike had her stand and urinate in her panties.  (girls in scout uniform; skirts, no pants.)
	For some strange reason it was a turn-on for Pike, watching a girl piss in her clothes.  He stood before the frightened girl and blatantly masturbated before her while she peed.  When she was down—Pike unloaded his love cream unto her face.
	Before loading the girls into his car he went out and checked for security reasons—even getting into his car and going around the block to the alleyway and coming thru it. Parking at his back fence he stopped shutting off the lights and motor and waiting.
	No lights followed him into the alley.  That was good.
	After loading the girls into the backseat he returned to the house using up several cans of house spray/disinfectant where the girls had been—the side door, kitchen, and basement (just in case a bloodhound came snooping around and his nose got to twitching…)

	The girls quietly whimpered along their way thru and then out of the city—both feared that they were going to be killed.  Pike gave them no assurance either way but continued to drive.
	A little ways before Quartzwood there was a fire road—there was a forest further up encircling the top of the hill that butted against the desert ridge.  Pike turned off onto this road—it was very unkind to passenger cars and wasn’t very kind to the most hardy of off-road vehicles it was designed for.
	After an hour of intense kidney jarring driving the road eventually emptied into a quasi forest where the temperature was ten degrees cooler than anywhere else (without the shade of a forest.)
	Both girls were in agony and had to pee—badly.
	Standing them outside the car and after a quick look around for security’s sake, Pike removed their gags and blindfolds, then lowered Michelle’s panties, raised her skirt and kept it up; Fumiko, once more, had to pee thru her already soaked panties.  
	Pike hauled out his stiff manhood and jerked off as the girls seriously urinated.  There were visions of Ashley peeing in the park; there were stronger visions of watching Officer Anne Lambert peeing; that bubbly teenager who had first come looking for the missing girls—then every student in his class (girls only.)
	The girls stood against the hot dusty car peeing; Fumiko farted.
	Pike’s cum shot exploded onto Michelle’s urinating pussy.  He caressed the girl and the desire to fuck her increased (again.)  Kneeling before the two pissing girls he watched as they finished—their steady streams of pee coming down to a tickle.  It was an awing thing to watch; the fascination was just bizarre; but it was the whole thing of checking out a young girl’s pussy.  Pike stared longingly at the girls’ poons, taking in every nuance—the shape, the texture, the slit, the fine hairs coming in and the pulsing of the muscle as it helped along squeezing out the last drop of pee.
	Then down came Fumiko’s panties, ripping them free to wrapped the garment about his cock then pulled the girls away from the car and carried them up a small path leading to a lone rustic cabin.
	The cabin was made of several materials; wood, tin, and rock.  It was small, one room.  One door, three windows; no glass for the windows; and a partial floor of cement, wood, and dirt.
	Not much in the way of furniture—an old iron bed with springs and metal straps and a bare mattress; a wooden spool serving as a table with some old chairs; two cabinets with a sink in one and one cabinet mounted on the wall.

	It was quite rustic to say the least and in serious need of TLC.
	TLC was the last thing on horndog Pike’s mind.  
	The cabin was a little stanky with a few animals having made it their personal quarters; air freshener was the thing and sweeping out the “pellet” piles.  The girls sat on the musty mattress awaiting their fate.  To make it livable for the time he was to spend there it did have to be spruced up a little.
	Then he lugged in the ice chests, some bedding, camping supplies.
	There was a creek nearby, sort of—a good little hike to get to it and thankfully there was some water flowing—not much but it would do.  The girls were stripped down in the cabin—their shirts and skirts and panties ripped to shreds and tossed into the fireplace.  Then the girls were carried still bound hand and foot to the creek where they were washed down.
	Pike enjoyed that—washing their young naked bodies, fingering their pussies and getting harder and harder.  His hands danced all over the young bodies and strongly—strongly did he wish little Ashley was with them.
	There was no holding off any longer and after cooling their young bodies off he laid Fumiko firstly—and laid her firstly!  On the pine needle bed along the creek’s edge the young girl was laid out, she was unbound (and threatened with great bodily harm if she caused a problem or became one.)
	Fumiko clenched and wept but otherwise indicated that she wouldn’t be a problem.  Pike smiled to the young girl, caressed her face, then caressed her chest and on down to her sex.  Fumiko opened her legs and the horrid naughty man “went down” on her.
	It was a surprising thing to Fumiko who gasped loudly as the horrid man’s tongue flicked about her delicate poon and then penetrated.  The girl was stunned into silence and could only lay still staring up to the rafters above her.
	Pike’s tongue furiously lolled all about the naked freshly cleaned snatch; nipping the “lips” and engulfing the whole of the girl’s sex only infused Pike’s sex with more drive.
	A daring finger invaded the girl’s dirt chute, his thumb pressing down on the meat of her cunt before finally he could hold off no longer and “mounted” the young girl.
	He had already been in the girl—in the basement of his home an out and out fuck—this after Officer Anne had paid him a visit.  His hand hurt terribly and dramatically did he put it to Fumiko Wong.  Michelle received Pike’s wrath in her backdoor.  Plus, there was significant spanking involved.

	Fumiko’s eyes bulged as the invasion of the man’s penis began.  The first time (in the basement) had been quick and somewhat brief; there was a second time, too.  Both times the event was rather quick, a few pumps and he was out.  The pain of being breached was lasting, though; much like the pain to his hand…
	After three tries—prior invasion to the girl’s pussy, and several attempts at the current invasion, full penetration was made.  There was still a bit of dick not fully inside the girl’s sex—but she was ten years old, too.  The only significant part of the cock that really needed stimulation was the head, the super sensitive crown was the most in need of stimuli as that was where God put ten million nerve endings.
	While he humped he thought of the girls of his class—Danica, Eileen, Dory, Jennifer.  He thought of Tab and Harry, too.  Ashley, of course, Officer Anne Lambert, that bubbly teen, a fellow co-worker who was not a fellow but a gal pal who he believed to be possibly naughty herself.  He thought of them all in the cabin and he humping them one at a time.
	Although his time screwing the Chinese girl wasn’t lasting, less than three minutes, his mind rested on each of the aforementioned girls.  He saw each of them naked, laying down—legs spread, peeing.  The images helped along the pending orgasm and a generous flow of man juice filled Fumiko’s cunt.
	He pulled out after the initial release and humped the girl’s cunt spewing a little more juice.  All the while he had fucked the girl his hand smoothed over the warm lily white ass of Michelle laying on her stomach beside them.  When the final release of his liquid love was done and his energy level plummeting he had Michelle get involved.
	“Lick her clean.” he told the girl a little out of breath.
	Michelle was aghast and greatly sickened—but she had already sucked on the man’s cock AND receive a copious amount of his jiz (when earlier in the man’s basement.)  The man had cum on her pussy, her ass, and chest.  But still…

	Michelle was aghast and greatly sickened—she made a few faces as she lapped up the man’s spillage saying “ewewe, gross!” but not wanting to incur a beating (or worse) she lapped up the spilled spew AND then sucked on the man’s cock (as dessert.)
	Pike caressed Michelle’s face, smiling to her—then having her position herself above her friend, legs straddling her waist.  The view was fantastic—for Pike, that is.  Longingly did he admire the girl’s ass; she clenched her hole in the anticipation of being buggered.

	And she would be right.
	After longingly admiring the girl’s ass, lightly patting it, kissing the warm flesh and then licking out the crevice—he applied his very sore aching prong.  Penetration to the girl’s rectum wasn’t possible—his cock was not strong enough.  Undeterred, Pike fingered the hole and forced the head of his cock into her tight hole he had only fucked once so far.  Michelle held her emotions but wriggled in her distress just the same.  Pike smacked her ass and reached under her to finger her pussy then up along her sides to tweak semi hard her nipples.
	Slowly his cock grew in intensity and penetrating Michelle’s tight funk hole was possible.  The girl spread her legs wider over her friend in hopes of spreading her asshole.  Doesn’t work that way but she hoped that it would.  It didn’t.  The girl was in as much agony as the man causing her agony.
	Finally he pulled out without full anal penetration and without cumming.  After smacking the girl’s ass with his aching cock he slid off into the creek whose water barely covered him as he lay in it.
	“Come here.” he told Michelle. 
	Timidly the young girl complied.  Fumiko remained where she was but turned her head to see her friend laying on top of the naked man.
	“You, too.” Pike said to the remaining girl.
	Fumiko whined a little but moved into the creek to lay beside the man.
	The three remained this way for several minutes—until the chill of the mountain water got to them and out they came.  Pike’s cock was far from being revitalized but it was a good start.  “Come on.” He told his girls and they returned to the cabin.  The girls were put to the task of sprucing the cabin up—sweeping and dusting while Pike set up lunch for them.

	After lunch there was more sprucing up; the girls put bedding on the bed while Pike got a fire started in the fireplace.  The bedding came from the car,
	“Go down to the car and get the bedding out from the trunk.” he told the girls; having the trunk electronically opened via his key fob.  While he collected wood he watched the girls make their way nakedly down the narrow path to where the car was parked.  They got out the bedding and made their return doing nothing else but what they were told.
	Evening and cooler air was just hours away, the sun was still way up in the sky, though.  Pike’s cock was till far from being ready to do anything with the girls—so the fire was started and the cabin swept clean some more before Pike collapsed onto the freshly made bed.

	The girls joined him and not so dissimilar to Ashley, Fumiko and Michelle were a little more “willing.”  While the sun set and the sweat from their bodies trickled, Pike Elsworth “got frisky.”  He wished Tab and Harry were there…
	Laying with the girls, Michelle against him with Fumiko behind her, Pike thought himself in heaven.  His cock still ached, terribly, but it was subtle and dying off—replaced by other lusts.  Only Michelle giggled when tickled; Fumiko had a “cheery” face but didn’t outwardly express such emotion—mostly she was serious with a slight concern for her welfare (especially when she saw Pike’s wounded hand.)  The hospital gauze that had wrapped it was coming off and becoming quite dirty.  He did have extra gauze and such (in the car.)
	At length he closed his eyes—he was still awake (sort of) but just needed to close his eyes.  Michelle yawned, Fumiko was already with her eyes closed.  Then sun had disappeared beyond the distant horizon but the coming night air was still warm.

	It didn’t seem all that long after shutting his eyes that there was a disturbance; opening his eyes he found Fumiko moving off of the bed.  It was dark, damn dark, and more than just “cool.”  The fire in the fireplace had long since died out.
	Fumiko turned somehow knowing that her abducting horrid man was aware—
	“I have to pee.” she said meekly and matter-of-factly.
	Pike moved off of the bed slowly trying not to disturb the still slumbering Michelle and escorted Fumiko outside then to a great boulder—behind the great boulder.
	Fumiko sighed, she knew the drill—she spread her legs, tooted, and began to pee.  Pike, standing directly before her—masturbated.  When she had finished peeing she took Pike’s cock taking over the masturbation procees and then sucked on the head before taking most of the shaft inside her mouth as well.
	Pike rocked on the balls of his feet pumping into the girl’s mouth, very-very muchly did he wish the boys Tab and Harry were present, along with Ashley, then the rest of the girls of his class—and the boys…
	But they weren’t.  
	After delivering a massive wad of fresh hot cum—Pike felt much better.  Fumiko?  Not so much.  She was grossed out big time by the goo explosion—she retched, gagged, sputtered, and spit the horrid man’s cum out of her mouth.  Pike rubbed his cum squirter all over the girl’s face.

	When the kiss of the night air chilled them both they returned to the cabin where Fumiko returned to the bed and Pike stocked the fire adding more fuel.  His hand hurt, throbbed actually.  A new bandage and some pain pills was just the trick.  Little Michelle continued to sleep soundly and once the fire was going nicely Pike returned to bed and also slept (soundly.)

	The rays of the morning sun filled the cabin; it seemed as if though he had just closed his eyes.  For a moment he rested with his eyes closed—until he realized he was alone.  Sitting up quickly he found Fumiko sitting on the edge of the bed.  Michelle was gone.
	“She’s outside.” Fumiko said in explaining.
	“Outside?”
	“She had to go—to the bathroom.”
	Not quickly but in a semi hurry did Pike make his way out of the cabin.  At the boulder he found Michelle commencing a morning constitutional.  She smiled to Pike and seemed a little embarrassed—then she tugged on her lip, pursing them and having a peculiar face.
	“What” Pike asked.
	Michelle made even more peculiar faces—rolling the eyes, being very concerned, etc.
	“She needs toilet paper.” Fumiko said stepping up beside Pike.
	Pike felt foolish, “In the car, the trunk,” he told her, “keys in my pants pocket.”
	Michelle remained hunkered down while Fumiko fetched her some much needed TP.  Pike stood off side lightly toying with his cock.  A big sigh came to him, he was in it now.  He was supposed to have at the very least an inkling of what to do with the girls—keeping them in his basement he knew was a bad idea—a serious breach of security.  Whisking them away to some godforsaken remote locale—maybe not his best idea to date.  It at least afford him the privacy to have at them as he will.  
	He knew, too, that no one knew where he was—or the girls for that matter.  If he were truly a monster he could drive back home—alone.  But he wasn’t.  His initial plan was to simply “drop them off” somewhere.  Somewhere.  Not in the desert, but close—like say the remote town of Quartston.  Maybe not, closer to town, along the roadway in the middle of the night.
 	Fumiko returned with the TP, Pike handed it to the in-need Michelle and then turned away so she could do the necessary needful thing in private.  Fumiko stood nonchalantly by the boulder—curiously wondering her fate.

	Pike’s cock was still sore.
	Michelle finished her ‘business’ and the three returned to the cabin for some morning grub.  The day was coming along nicely with little idea how it would end.  It was only then that Pike did then begin to think of what he was into—not the literal since.  What was to become of the girls he had just out and out kidnapped?  
	After breakfast and cleanup it was a simple matter of taking them to the bed whereupon he spanked them.  Simple enough.  On the bed, on their knees, he smacked their bare asses with great delight.  Not hard, but not too gentle, either.  It helped invigorate his sore aching prick.
	His injured hand throbbed a little—it merely smoothed over the soft skin of the girls and did not participate in the spanking.
	When their asses were reddened sufficiently, Pike caressed them then proceeded to kiss them and tongued out their holes—even Michelle’s.  The girls wept and sobbed, clenched their little bodies but did nothing more—until Pike introduced his cock to their assholes.
	Fumiko cringed and gyrated her little lithe body about, contorting oddly as she uncontrollably reacted to the invasion to her poop chute.  Pike was determined and be damned the inconvenience of cock-agony.  Getting into the rhythm that was sodomy, Pike humped and thought nothing else of anyone or anything.
	When done, he was near exhausted.  Fumiko wept with her head buried onto the bed; gushers of cum oozed out of her well fucked asshole.  Pike rubbed the girl’s ass, patting it down.  Fumiko laid down, curling up into a fetal position.  Pike then turned his attention to Michelle.
	The girl just having took a big shit minutes earlier prompted Pike not to sink his bone into her backdoor.  Instead, he turned the girl to her back and took several minutes in licking out her cunt—it tasted/reeked of pee but that was ok.  
	The girl got stimulated.
	It was more tingling than anything else, the girl twisted and bucked into Pike’s face as he tentatively ate her out.  Very muchly did he wish he was noshing on Officer Anne’s cunt, that teen girl who had come to his door, and then the girls of his class.
	After much ado about licking and tonguing out Michelle’s young snatch—Pike crawled up and rested his cum squirter on her slicked up sex.  A bit of grinding and then an earnest try at penetration.
	His cock wasn’t quite up to it but it was a good try anyways.
	Pike noticed the religious piece of jewelry about the girl’s neck.

	“Catholic?” he asked of her.
	Michelle nodded that it was so.
	“Ever touch a penis before?” he asked further.
	Michelle nodded that she had.
	“Ever do anything more?  I mean, kiss one, suck?”
	Michelle nodded that she hadn’t, but fingered her friend, “She has.”
	It just slipped out.
	Pike slipped in driving his cock in as far as it would go.  Fumiko turned her head giving her friend a slight dirty look.  (‘bitch’)

*

News:  “It’s Six O’clock and time for the Five Thirty news:
 	“Tragedy struck today as a train hit a bus load of Catholic school girls and they all perished. They were all standing in line to enter the pearly gates, where St. Peter asked the first girl, “Jessica, have you ever had any contact with a penis?”
 	Jessica giggled and shyly replied, “Well, once I touched the head of one with the tip of my finger.”
 	St. Peter said, frowned but said, “OK, dip the tip of your finger in Holy Water and pass through the Gate.”
 	St. Peter then asked the next girl the same question, “Jennifer have you ever had any contact with a penis?”
 	The girl was a little reluctant but replied, “Well, once I fondled and 
stroked one.”
 	St. Peter groaned and said, “OK, dip your whole hand in the Holy Water and you may pass through the Gate.”
 	All of a sudden there was a lot of commotion in the line.  One girl pushed her way to the front of the line.  When she reached the front of the line, St. Peter asked, Linda Finster!  What seems to be the rush?”
 	The girl replied, “Hey, if I am going to have to gargle that Holy Water, I want to do it before Tiffany sticks her ass in it!”

*

One cock, so little time
	There wasn’t much time left, the following day and he would have to traipse himself back to school.  He didn’t really want to but with the end of the school term coming to a close it was kinda necessary.  It was unfortunate as he saw himself spending at least a week with the girls…

	It was back to the creek after bed play; Michelle on top, Fumiko on the side.  The water felt good and soothing doing wonders to his throbbing hand and aching cock.  He did wish that the girls were a little older, just a little.  
	After a time in the creek—to the point where it got chillingly to the bone, time to get out but not return to the cabin.  A little walk up the creek, around and over some boulders to an area that was quite amazing.  It was a serene scene of lush ferns, scented trees, a “natural” bathtubs shaped from the boulders of which the creek flowed.  The flow of the creek was a little lacking and it was only the beginning of the summer.
	The girls had never heard of Indian bathtubs.  They weren’t deep, well shaped by the flowing waters—Pike spun a tale of the Indians and the natural tubs; the girls listened intently as they soaked in said tubs and then Pike saw a pool of water that he hadn’t seen before.
	The new pool was mostly hidden and he saw why he had not seen it before; a great boulder had moved, sliding down during the Spring thaw.  The pool may have always been there; lots of ferns showing a long established time of being surrounded the new find; the pool was in a great flat-like boulder that was concave forming actually a curious shape of see-saw like contraption—both ends jutting up from the surface with the “bowl” in the middle being some five feet deep having a natural rim three feet beneath the surface.
	Pike tasted the water discovering that the water tasted fantastic—a natural spring-like taste.  The water tingled a little in his mouth and when he scooped both hands into the water—the wound on his hand also tingled.  When he looked at his tingling hand—the wound had healed!
	Whoa.
	It was startling and amazing.  He called the girls over having them dip their feet in; their feet had small knicks and cuts from running around barefooted.  Instantly the crystal clear waters healed their abrasions.  The girls were equally startled but not overwhelmed as much as Pike himself was.
	He went all in and brought the girls in as well.
	Any knick, scrape, wound of any kind no matter how small was healed leaving no mark or sign of there ever being a knick, scrape, or wound.  The strange waters also revitalized Pike’s sore aching cock.  Which was good cause the ever horny Pike put it to Fumiko right on the lip of the pool.

	With the heat of the day bearing down on his bare backside cooking his neck, Pike Elsworth made penetration to the young girl’s pussy driving himself almost all the way in!  Pike stood in the water on the rim; Fumiko rested on the outer rim surrounding the pool; she clenched herself as the invasion to her cunt was not pleasant; her ass was raised up and the man determinately power fucked her.
	Five minutes later and the man delivered a bountiful orgasm; gobs of cum filled the young girl’s cunt—Pike could feel the cum shooting thru his dick.  It was astounding—the feeling of orgasm rivered thru his body making him tremble and cum all the more.
	Then the aftermath of his devilish deed—the energy plummet.  He did manage to pull Fumkio into the pool and settle her on the rim, then he sat across from her having Michelle come sit on his lap.  Fumiko displayed mixed emotions—disgust and hatred.  Michelle revealed nothing in her sweet face, just a blank expressionless face.
	Pike caressed her ass as Michelle settled onto his lap; dutifully he fingered her hole—the chill of the water preventing him adequate fingering but that was ok, he kissed on her, suckled on her nipples, and grinded her sex against his.
	That felt good—more than good.
	Michelle clutched the naughty man; she was raised up a bit and the presence of the man’s penis began entering her.  Michelle tightened her grip about the man more as her pussy was invaded.
	“So who’s dick did you touch?” Pike asked of her.
	Michelle pursed her lips, her cunt gripping his cock—her mind being lambasted as it settled down onto the growing phallic.
	“Ho Gon-Lee.” she said.
	“And who is Ho Gon-Lee?”
	“A friend.”
	“Same age as you?”
	“Yes.”
	“You—handle his pee-pee?”
	“Yes.”
	“And you SUCKED it?”
	“No.”  she handled it, fondled his hairless balls, masturbated it essentially with the pivotal moment of merely pressing her lips to the slick head of the classmate’s cock.

	The boy DID rub it against her ass and TRIED to poke her butt hole, but Michelle wasn’t into that and so it didn’t happen.  Fumiko, however—tsk tsk tsk.
	Fumiko and Ho-Gon did a little more—Fumiko SUCKED his cock, masturbated it to a new level of awareness and pleasure THEN let him fuck her up the ass.  
	Pike liked knowing the new information.
	He hugged Michelle and drove his cock nicely into the girl’s cunt, firing off a hearty round of fresh love goo minutes later.  It was a bit of a struggle and would require a bit of a rest if he were to continue.
	But continuing would have to be curbed—he had to go home.

*
the merriment of being merry
	Eileen Cabway, the girl’s golden hair, scented body, whimsical smile and friendliness made her very adorable—‘specially with her pants and tight turquoise britches and basic white panties at her ankles.  Her bald poon that Pike’s expert eye determined was indeed virginal pleased him greatly.  Facing the girl with his legs open he drew the girl into his personal space; his hands on her darling little butt he squeezed, patted, and delved his fingers into her crack.  
	His mind was literally not his own—too much fluff or something was insanely exploding in a plethora of confusing algorithms of some alien orgasm.  The entire weekend was beyond comprehension.  A new week had started and it was pretty much the same as the previous.  
	His cock was out and angling it down between Eileen’s legs, nestling it against her naked poon made everything Fuck-A fantastic.  It was almost as good as fucking.  There was no compunction against taking the girl to the remote cabin.  None whatsoever.  
	His hands went smoothingly all over the young girl’s butt, squeezing tightly and desiring to fuck the girl’s brains out.  Somehow he managed to curb that route and satisfy himself by merely rubbing the head of his cock against her slit spilling a little goo as he did so.  Then he pulled up her panties, awed at her as she stood mindlessly before him.  
	With a pat to her ass he escorted her back to her desk.  It was the last hour of the day and there was a pesky mandatory after school meeting.  That would take an hour of useless time; but there would be food and drink so that would help.  But he had to get home…

	Jennifer Hass he just did right there at her desk, she wore a short denim skirt that was easily pulled up; the purple panties were easily taken down.  Not a hair one was on her delicate poon, Pike fingered it and got busy with the fingering.  She was a virgin and another fine candidate for a road trip to the desert.
	For some reason, he took not of Johnathan Wittaker.  He was a nice boy, red hair, boyish face (of course, he was ten…)  Slowly Pike pulled the boy out of his seat—he stared straight ahead but strangely had a boner.  This discovery found after Pike pulled the youngster’s pants down.
	The boy had blue underwear on.  Pike lowered them to free the boy’s penis.  It was stiff.  There was a strange draw Pike couldn’t understand—he liked girls.  The boy was under—the influence of the EMAD; Pike checked over the class then—then began toying with the boy’s pud.
	Strangely, he liked it.
	A minute of masturbating the boy—realizing that the boy’s hard-on was a result of puberty.  It couldn’t be helped—he was surrounded by sweet smelling young girls and it was just a natural thing to happen.  Pike found himself very drawn to the boy, mostly caressing his private parts, and then his ass.  Of course, there had been Tab and Harry from earlier…
  	After much fondling of young Johnathan, Pike returned to Jennifer.
	For whatever reason, he laid Jennifer down, removing her clothing, spreading her legs, and though time was very short, the room not all that cool, he brought Johnathan over, pulling off the boy’s clothes and positioning him onto Jennifer.  Then, working tediously the EMAD he sent electronical information to the young boy.  If the boy should have even an inkling of what sex was he would do it.
	Pike found himself very strangely excited as he sat behind the boy’s nakedness.  Johnathan began grinding himself against his classmate; Pike smoothed his hand over the boy’s ass—patting came nextly and then as the boy entered Jennifer’s cunt, Pike poked his way into the boy’s backdoor.

	The meeting was more than boring.  Much more.  The food provided was a variety of salads with bottled water and fruit punch served as “drinks.”  None of anything presented at the meeting pertained to Pike whatsoever.  He was not amused.  His cock still reeled from being so naughty, that was a plus.  No actually anal penetration to Johnathan had taken place, it was a good try and if the conditions were different—like say somewhere else, then anal penetration to the boy’s hole would have been more determined.

	The boy didn’t penetrate Jennifer, either—he just grinded against her with a little of his penis gliding into her pussy without fully entering.  Pike had to stop the proceedings lest he get carried away.  
	After the meeting he grabbed some pizza and hurried home.
	Michelle and Fumiko were still in the basement, tied up, frightened, and stinky.  He had no idea why he was keeping them.  He had fucked their three holes, spanked them, and destroyed their childhood.  They would spend years in therapy.  Why he was keeping them he just didn’t know.
	After undoing their bindings he whisked them upstairs to his bathroom where they were bathed—along with himself joining in.  He got the girls to bathe him and then each other.  The image of Johnathan filled his head—the image of Johnathan humping Jennifer filled his head.  He knew then that that was what he wanted—to see the girls getting laid by a boy.
	It was going to be a long week…

	When Friday finally came Pike made haste in refreshing weekend supplies and getting the fuck outta Dodge.  He was in the midst of placing the ice chests in the car when a “Hello!” disturbed him.
	Officer Anne Lambert.
	Shit.
	“Uh, Hi.” Pike said.
	“Going somewhere?” Ms. Ask-the-Obvious asked walking up the drive.
	“Uh, yeah, just a weekend get.”
	“Just a follow-up, sir, on the two missing girls.”
	Pike tried not to show his nervousness, the sweat could easily attributed to the heat of the day and not the situation.  Officer Anne began to ask questions, the same ones she had asked on her last visit.  Pike answered knowing that she had verbatim what he had said the last time.  His nervousness began to show; slowly he acted as if he were bothered by her presence—in a hurry to do something else other than answered questions.  He made for the house, shaking his head No, nodding Yes, shrugging indifference.  Office Anne followed, jotting down notes.
	“Just one more thing, sir,” Anne said standing at the threshold of the kitchen doing her “Columbo” impersonation, 
	She never got to ask the inquiring question, though…

*

	The temperature gauge slowly rose up past the middle of the NORMAL.  Pike figured the outside temperature being 110 might have something to do with it, but tredging up the slight hill with the a/c on also was a contributing factor.  But his passengers needed the air and besides it wasn’t that much further.
	The whole trip had him bugged; kidnapping two young girls for sexual pleasure was one thing—but kidnapping a city police officer?  He was in deep shit.  He had to wait for darkness to come before anything else, Officer Anne had been tied up securely, stripped of her utility belt and assorted paraphernalia.  While she was still under the confines of the EMAD he fondled her, fingered, and knew that he had to fuck her brains out.  He just had to.
	And he wished oh how he wished he had Tab, Harry, and/or Johnathan with him to fuck her brains out, too.  But he didn’t.  When darkness finally settled he found Lambert’s car and eased it up to Gant St. where he left it.  Radio off, windows down, no prints (he wore garden gloves and used household spray to hopefully disguise his scent.)  Then it was a wondrous four block walk back to his house in 95 degree heat.
	He found Anne coming around and it was a bitch to deal with her as the EMAD had been overused and refused to cooperate further in seducing Subject’s minds.  That sucked.  Sucked bad.  Under the cover of darkness he loaded Anne Lambert and the kids into the car and zoomed out of town making for the cabin.
	It was midnight when the car finally conked out—but it was where it was supposed to be.  
	“Go up to the cabin.” he told the girls handing them a flashlight.  Then he wrestled a very unhappy police officer out of the car—she kicked him and kicked him good sending him backwards sprawling over a good sized rock.  Sharp twigs, sharp rocks, hot ground all bit into his shoulders, back, and face.  He knew where he could get healed, though.
	Summoning strength he pounced onto Lambert who surprisingly had amazing stamina and fight in her—despite being secured with rope and handcuffs (her own) she was a fighter and gave Pike a very hard time.  Only when he managed to grab a handful of her long red hair and smack her head to the conked out car did she stop fighting.
	Pike sighed.  “FUCK!” he yelled at her.
	He did realize, of course, he was seriously in it deep as she knew him.  he didn’t know if the EMAD could erase her memory, he hoped it could.  If not…
	Summoning his remaining strength he dragged the unconscious Lambert up the hill to the cabin.  Fumiko and Michelle sat clutching one another on the bed and were a little more than frightened when the horrid man came dragging the lady cop into the cabin.
	A small head wound was on the woman’s face, numerous cuts and scrapes were along her clothed body.  Pike got a fire started and told the girls to “Lay down, go to sleep.”
	They laid down, shut their eyes tight—but did little sleeping.
	As the hours passed into morning, Pike stripped off the cop’s clothing, tossing them into the fireplace.  Lambert came to her senses just as her clothes went into the flames.
	“What the fuck--?” Anne blurted.
	Pike smacked her across the face then wrestled with her onto the rotting floorboards, pinning her and laying on her with all his weight.  He was nude and had a massive hard-on.
	Anne fought him as best she could but the head injury thwarted her best attempts.  Pike managed himself between her legs slamming his cock into her womanly pussy.
	“This is only the beginning, bitch!” he told her in a sneer.  “It’s gonna be a helluva a weekend!” he added.  A hell of a weekend…