August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Nineteen
The Way of the Moone

Getting it out of the system
	Friends, associates, and family came to pester Pike in the following days.  In a way, it was welcomed—it gave him the relief from the EMAD.  He needed to re-socialize with those friends, associates, and family, to keep appearances and social status.
	One of his associates was AnnaElyse Esyle.  She had taught elementary school for a few years and moved to high school the year before.  She liked it, Freshman instruction, a different campus, everything.  It was a different environment but she felt comfortable with it.  There was the missing of the elementary level but that was a given.
	Pike had a feeling about AnnaElyse.  He couldn’t put his finger on it—but he planned to.  Most of his friends and associates were male members and he was not interested (sexually) in males over fifteen—or sixteen.  
	When he had time back to himself he continued to take a couple of more days off.  The readout on the Gray World effect was over 1,000.  Pike still had no idea what that meant.  He wanted to find out but a part of didn’t.  He figured at some length he would.  But until then…
	The Shimmer Effect worked well and he was getting used to the blinding light, the ear piercing noise, and nausea.  A bit of lingering headache and some dizziness continued to annoy him but he got used to that, too.
	Spy games
	Just before Noon O’clock on a Saturday and Pike Elsworth was one block over and half a block up snooping around on his namesake “Pike St.”  He found some interest at one particular home; the Thompson home.
	In the kitchen there were three teenage girls and a teenage boy, also, a little girl.  The little girl was cute.  She was about six—gave Pike a hard-on.  And speaking of hard-ons, the teenage boy had one and he dutifully tried to hide it and then grind the heel of his hand into it to suppress it.  The girls were too busy yapping to pay attention—the boy moved around the breakfast table to be out of the way and then…

	Off from the quaint quintessential American ranch-style kitchen there was an open pantry room.  The teenage boy sporting major wood stepped inside the open archway and quickly pulled out his dick.  Feverishly he began masturbating to calm and alleviate himself somewhat.
	Suddenly, the little girl, Karen, came up to the open arch almost-almost discovering her sister’s friend in the midst of “gettin’ after it.”  Somehow, though, the boy knew and whipped out an EMAD.  The boy had an EMAD.
	Well, didn’t everybody?
	Breathing hard and looking as if he were in a near panic the boy stared at the girl, careened his head around to see the others—they were still busy yapping.  By the looks of the kitchen table, counters, and such there was a party of some in the make.
	Getting a grip on himself—other than his dick, the boy calmly activated the EMAD bringing little Karen into the utility room.  Then, slowly and nonchalantly he leaned against the opposite of the arch, bringing a knee up so as to hide the EMAD.  He was going to go for broke and zap the girls, Kristy, Dawn, Stacie, and Mallory.  Mallory was a pre-teen at twelve.
	One by one the yapping girls stopped yapping.  The boy, Kirby Lang sighed relief and took two minutes to calm himself before proceeding.  He walked passed the stunned Karen and went right to Karen’s sister, Kristy.  Sighing some more he pressed himself right up against Kristy.
	None of the girls did anything but stand and breath.  Whether or not Kirby had done this sort of thing before or not was not known.  He sure had guts, though.  As stated, right up against Kristy, feeling out her body with hands to her breasts first, then to her ass where he began bucking himself against her.  His passion escalated and right there—right there in the kitchen he took her pants down.
	On his knees he stared at her in her green bikini panties.  His tongue lolled as he stared at her muffin; he leaned in and began licking her pussy thru her panties.  Then he couldn’t stand it and pulled the garment down.  A broad smile illuminated his sweet handsome face—his eyes feasting on the girl’s bare naked pussy.
	He took a precious minute taking the furry furburger in before standing and unleashing his fuck stick.  He took Kristy’s hand and made her handle his dick, working it back and forth.  Then he worked his pants and underwear down passed his ass taking Kristy’s other hand having her smooth her hand about his left butt cheek.  Pike was impressed.

	A minute of this and Kristy was laid out on the kitchen table.  He did look to the other girls, then; licking his lips he put his mouth to Kristy’s cunt and began two minutes of diving on the clam.  Pike was not in a position to tell if the girl was a virgin or not.
	Kirby soon stood and began playing with Kristy’s cunt—flopping his throbbing erection against her slicked up snatch.  That took another minute before he began making entry.  Kristy’s nipples perked up, she moaned, she moved her head left to right—right to left but not in a “thrashing” mode.  Kirby made full vaginal penetration and began immediately pumping.
	Kristy was not a virgin.
	Kirby pumped and pumped, pulled out and humped the girl’s pussy slit; then pulled her legs up after clumsily working her pants and panties off.  Hooking her ankles on his shoulders the “angle of the dangle” was better and two more minutes of pumping soon ensued.
	The pumping action kicked up as the finale came to be.  Sweat dripped off of the boy as well as created a sheen layer on the unwary girl.  He pumped and pumped—strained and then quickly fucked hard to get the last bit of his love into the girl’s poon.
	The boy collapsed heaving on the girl, sucking on her titties and gasping for breath.  That lasted a minute and he finally pushed himself up and stared at Kristy’s cum strewn cunt.  A smirk of a smile etched onto his handsome face—he had charm, especially naked.  He was fourteen, had sandy brown hair that hung partly into his eyes at a slant.  A gold earring, just one, and perfect white/straight teeth.
	After another sigh he turned his attention to the next girl, Dawn.
	Dawn was pretty.  Damn pretty.  Real damn pretty.  She was magazine material pretty and did in fact have some teen magazines portraying her hocking suntan lotion, winter wear, and ski trips.  Her face was angelic, she was smart in the noggin, had a nice body over all, and was only thirteen years old!
	Kirby squeezed her with the patting of her butt, squeezing the cheeks whilst grinding himself up against her.  She smelled like fresh peaches; her blond hair was very styled, she wore good clothes and was very friendly.  Like with Kristy, Kirby pulled her pants down and spent a minute staring at her in her rose colored panties.
	Nervously he tugged the undies down and seemed to melt right then and there as rose petals were inside her panties.  Imagine!  Her pussy was wondrous and he wasted no time putting on the table and working her clothes off.  With her legs parted he schlepped his salami to her poon, rubbed it against the slit then began the operation of penetration.
	Getting off in Dawn took a little longer but he did cum—or at least went thru the motions of one who had cum.  Pike was just in the wrong position to see the “business”.  He didn’t collapse on the girl like he had with Kristy, he got his nut off then pulled out and dragged his cum squirter up and down the girl’s fresh fucked cunt—then, he went down on her.
	Pike was impressed.
	More precious minutes were taken while the boy, now stark naked fondled himself all over Dawn’s equally nude body.  He loved on her titties then caressed her body sides before sighing big and turning to twelve year old Mallory. 
	Fondling his own gangly prick he stood inches from the pre-teen.  She had nice developing titties; a yellow dress outfit with jeans.  Yellow matching ribbons in her reddish hair; a round-round face with some freckles.  She was quite the dish even at twelve.  Kirby took her hand having her masturbate him, fondle his balls, and rub his ass.  Pike was very impressed, a horndog after his own heart!  The boy had potential.
	Off came the dress top in one fluid motion.  She wore a half slip top and Kirby wanted nothing of that.  The girl’s bared breasts delighted him, he could take the whole mound of each one into his mouth and suck to his cock’s content.
	After slobbering all over the girl’s breasts he got her pants down and laid her out on the floor, opening her legs and eating her out thru her pants.  The boy was in glory.  None of the girls made any moves or any signs of awareness.
	Kirby humped on the girl, grinding his pud hard into her sex.  Pike had had enough of not being able to see business.  Using super sneak mode he made his way into the house himself.  The Shimmer Effect was working just fine with 50 minutes to go.
	Strangely, Kirby didn’t penetrate the naked girl, he loved on her and had her hands caress him—then he was up dressing the others.  His pud was a little less than hard, but it dripped cum.  Using a washcloth he wiped the girls down then went into the utility closet…
	Pike watched with baited breath—watching as the boy slid the little girl’s pants AND panties down.  A long minute was used ogling the girl’s private area.  His cock got revitalized and he had the unwary girl stroke his pud—before he stood and put the member into her mouth.
	He was about to get after and hump until spewing when the slamming of a car door panicked him.  Pike thought about jumping in to help—to go ward off whoever the hell was coming but waited.  If the jig was really help he would help—but the boy seemed to be doing ok.  It was close, though.

	He had just gotten Karen’s pants up, her panties were a little awkward but she was dressed when the front door swung open and some MORE teenage girls came in, with a young boy and then a woman.  Oh!
	Kirby barely got himself together and the girls back to their places when the others came along.
	A woman, motherly type figure entered in bearing an armload of shopping bags followed by several yapping teenage girls.  A young girl and a young boy followed.
	Kirby had more than he could handle.

*

	Making a mental note to return Pike went on about his way, snooping.  The house of Kristy Thompson had promise, the boy, Kirby, was even more so.  Pike smiled and thought lightly to himself, “I need a sidekick.”  He didn’t intervene with Kirby—that could wait until later.  He needed to save power on his EMAD as the Shimmer Effect took up a lot of energy and Pike was on a Snoop Exploration and not Involvement.
	Subject to change at any moment for any reason.
	
Girls can be bad, too
	Ruthie
	In the backyard of a quaint home one house over from the Thompson home, Ruthie Kamden sat, er, squatted pulled the crotch of her panties to one side peeing.  Squatting in front of her, head cocked so as he could see the girl peeing, was Jeffery Cambor.  
	It couldn’t be helped, but Ruthie farted, too.
	Jeffery giggled but was mostly captivated by Ruthie’s peeing.
	When she had finished peeing she let go her panties, remained squatting and was all a blush.  With her hands clutching one another under her chin she giggled, “Your turn.”
	Jeffery almost quickly obliged her, but took a second to look over his shoulder to ensure security.  The two pissers were out behind the backyard garden shed.  In the house there were peoples, parental units of Ruthie and Jeffery.  
	With timid trembling fingers nine year old Jeffery “whipped it out.”
	The boy’s penis was in both modes of operation—stiff and limp.  It wasn’t quite stiff enough to be classified as “hard” and yet, not limp enough to qualified as “flaccid.”  He had drunk two whole sodas and then some water and waited half an hour—then his need to pee was great.

	Ruthie led him out to the area behind the gardener’s shed and tempted the boy greatly.  
	“Wanna see me pee?” the goofy girl has asked.
	Jeffery was curious and so he naturally shrugged, “Ok.”
	Getting his “steam” to begin, though, was a toughie—‘specially after watching Ruthie pee.  Then, Ruthie just put her fingers about his pee-pee and began playing with it!
	She did!
	Jeffery didn’t know what to do; he needed to pee but what Ruthie was doing was—nice.  He liked it but it felt weird, too.  A funny feeling enveloped the boy cascading throughout his young body making his puddling stiff—too stiff to pee.
	That was good ‘cause Ruthie put the member into her mouth.

	“Now you do me!” 
	Young Jeffery’s eyes bulged, “You don’t have a pee-pee!” he stated.
	“No, silly!” and the naughty girl who had just sucked the life out of her young friend’s cock pulled down her panties.
	Young Jeffery stared in utter awe.  His first live nude chick.
	Up in the rafters where her Daddy had stowed some thick wood sheets for a basement project Ruthie and Jeffery were well hidden from any prying eyes.  Well, almost.  Anyways, it was a little warm but a breeze came in thru the vents and so it was tolerable.  Jeffery had yet to pee.
	Laying down on the particle board Ruthie did push down her panties, raise her denim skirt and “reveal” herself.  Jeffery was in utter awe.  Ruthie fingered herself, spreading her legs out a little more and allowing her stunned friend gawk.  The garage’s main door was open letting in lots of light, but no one could see up in the rafters—there was a myriad of family junk piled up where Ruthie and Jeffery made their “fort.”
	After much gawking, though, Ruthie wanted “serviced.”  Jeffery hadn’t a clue.  With a little annoyance at her dimwitted unschooled friend she coaxed the boy into licking her pussy.
	Jeffery didn’t know what exactly to think about tonguing out Ruthie’s cunt.  It was “different” that was for sure.  (and it didn’t seem to matter that she had just recently peed…)
	After some earnest licking, though; it was discovered that his little puddling was stiff.  Very stiff.  Ruthie gawked at it, then grabbed it to play with it.  Jeffery though bashful enjoyed the handling—he liked it better when Ruthie guided his missile into her crevice.

	And right next door to them, the Bonway family featuring Arlene Bonway and her brother Donald James.  No parental units here; which was good ‘cause Arlene was up to something—something naughty!
	Although the house was nice and cool thanks be to central air conditioning, Arlene Bonway lay out on her bed—naked.  Naked and fingerbanging.  The girl was good and had a decent technique; she was sixteen with super kinky permed dark hair—but had a blond bush.  The dark hair suited her, though.  
	The girl thrashed about on the bed—being a little noisy.  At one point she turned over pooching her butt up into the air—wriggling it as she continued to tantalize herself—and her onlookers.
	Pike was one onlooker—Arlene’s younger brother was the other.
	The girl on the bed had a nice bod—very nice.  Trim, slim, perfectly shaped ass, nice breast development.  Wriggling her darling little ass put both hidden onlookers into super jerkoff mode.  It was then that Pike saw the other onlooker, Donald James (or DJ).  The boy had a hiding place in his bedroom closet where he could do his spying.  The boy was nude and “getting after it” with a furor.
	Arlene laid onto her bed, still wriggling, hand still fingering.  Her other hand came around to rub and caress her ass, spank it, squeeze the cheeks and further drive her eleven year old brother insane.
	Pike waited.
	Arlene turned over, spread her legs and gave Pike the impression that she was “aware” of her brother’s spying.  She seriously got after it and angled her body so as her coochie was aimed right at the peep hole in the wall next to her dresser.  The room was light, airy, and cluttered with carious teen girl crap.  Against the wall was a long cardboard tube with a heavy winter leather jacket hanging from it.  The room was a mess but Arlene liked it and had good enough grades to satiate her parents from barking at her to keep it cleaner.
	The peep hole was almost unseen—almost. 
	Poor DJ in his closet couldn’t take much more.  He hammered his cock (but it wasn’t cumming off) and finally stumbled out of his closet.  He was in agony.  Arlene continued fingering herself.  Pike’s interest was captivated and he lost interest in the boy.
	Arlene was wearing out and seemed in a bit of a annoyance.  She stopped friggin’ and got up off the bed making her way nakedly to her dresser.  She purposely stood right where the peep hole was and banged away Sally some more.

	Then she turned around and “bent over” pressing her sweet teenage ass inches from the hole.  Then, spreading her legs she got after it until she was cumming.
	If she were expecting DJ to shove his fuck stick thru the peep hole—she would have a long wait.  DJ was in the hall bathroom jerking off.  The flush of the toilet told her that.  She was not amused.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” she bitched and stood up, turned, squatted, and glared into the peep hole.  No eyes of brown stared back at her.
	“Fuck!” she almost shouted and started to march out of the bedroom.
	Stopping at the open door, though, she slid on a pair of gym shorts and short halter—just in case someone unexpectedly came home (which they sometimes did.)
	DJ was just emerging from the bathroom having missed the final attempt from his sister to get him involved.  He was shorter—not because he was five years younger but he was short even for his age group.  Long blond hair that was “dirty” blond, brown eyes, and a boyish face.
	Oh, yeah, he had a raging hard-on busting out of pants.
	DJ’s eyes feasted onto his sister—first her breasts and then her crotch.  The teenage breasts were of nominal and typical size for a girl in her age group AND they had perky pointy nipples bursting thru the gray fabric of the halter.  
	DJ’s breathing was almost labored, he was sweating and blinking his eyes excessively.  “Hi.” he said. 
	Arlene wasn’t in the mood for any of his shenanigans.
	“What are you doing?” out of your closet and not peeping at me?
	“I-I was in the bathroom,” the boy stated nervously, “doing something.”
	“Looks like you didn’t finish.” Arlene boldly pointed out.
	DJ looked down and saw his obvious fellow poking out his pants.
	“Holy shit!” he exclaimed.
	“Didn’t you “go all the way” in the bathroom?”
	DJ looked up to her, “Huh?”
	“Usually when a guy does something in the bathroom, that (pointing to his protrusion) goes away.  Or goes down or something.”
	DJ was inordinately sweating.
	“It wont.” he stated.
	“Hmmm,” Arlene said, “that’s not good.”
	“It isn’t?”
	“No,” Arlene licked her lips thoughtfully, “if you don’t do it right your balls will blow up.”

	DJ’s eyes popped out of his head.  The twin orbs of light brown just exploded from their sockets.  His mouth hung open large enough to hide the Romanian Army.
	Arlene closed his mouth and had a hard time keeping her smile hidden.
	“You better do it right,” she said, “the wrong way can hurt you.”
	“There’s more than one way?”
	“Of course!” then, “Cripes, don’t they teach you anything at school?”
	“Not about (masturbating).”
	“Do you want me to show you how?”
	DJ’s mouth hung open enough to contain the 7th Fleet.

	Back in her room, Arlene sat on her knees before her petrified brother.  So petrified was he that he couldn’t take his pants down.  He was in a funk of confusion.  No matter, his sister knew how to take pants down—and she did.  DJ’s pants.
	No underwear.  His little pecker was rightly hard, stiff, and dripping cum.  Arlene admired it, sized it up, then took her time schooling her young bro in the fine art of male self-stimulation.  Turning him around with his bare butt against her, she took one of his hands to his prong teaching him exactly how to stroke.  The other hand worked his testicles.
	“Occasionally put a hand to your butt and rub it, squeeze it, spank it.”
	“Like you do?” DJ said letting the proverbial cat out of the bag.
	“Yeah,” Arlene replied, “just like I do.”
	After some more schooling and subsequent speeding up, DJ was ready to explode.  Bits of cum was already spewing from his piss slit.  He was ready to blow.  Arlene turned him around—just managing to keep him from tumbling as his pants were tangled at his ankles.  She herself took over pleasing his prong—then, she sucked it.
	DJ could only stand in total awe watching his big sis service his cock.  A kind of odd-quirky smile came to his lips; an even more quirkiness formed on his face.  Pike wondered…
	Arlene took her brother’s member, kissing the cum glistening knob; rolling her tongue about the super sensitive crown; then sliding her mouth down the shaft to the base.
	She did this repeatedly until cum was jutting from her brother’s love tool and he was drained—going flaccid in a couple of moments later.  The boy melted, oohed, ahhed, farted.  Sperm continued to drain from his piss slit as did his energy.
	Arlene smiled to him, “My turn.”

	Next door to them was an old couple—she knitted things and he drank beer.  She watched her “stories”—he farted and played solitaire.  She wished the kids would come by—he griped about the property taxes and his hemorrhoids.
	Pike went on. 
	Two more houses down and success!
	A handsome teenage boy on his bed was just a gettin’ after it.  He was deeply engrossed in the act; home along (so he thought) and had a pair of panties wrapped about his johnson, and a skin magazine to help with the visual aid.  Who’s panties they were wasn’t known, but Pike determined that the yellow undergarment was about the size of the sneaky spy in the hallway.  She was on her knees straining to see her big bro please himself.  Pike was just about at the limit of how much he could stand “holding” off before intervening.
	The girl, Mindy, was about eight; the boy on the bed about twice that.
	Clad in tight britches in the style of young people’s wear, the girl enticed Pike—and as he was about to zap her young mind and take matters of pleasure into his own hands—er, cock, the front door suddenly opened.  Mindy let out a yelp and disappeared quickly.  The boy on the bed blew his wad with sperm shooting out of his prick almost reaching the ceiling!
	A Mommy parental unit had come home; a grocery bag in one arm, work associated books in the other.  “Anyone home?” she called out.
	The boy, Mack, popped out of his room, breathing hard, shirtless but with appropriate pants on.
	“There’s some bags in the car,” said the Mother, “would you bring them in?”
	“Sure, Mom.” the boy said with an air of pissed-offedness in his voice.  The boy slid passed his Mother and went outside.  The girl remained hidden.  
	The woman wasn’t a bad dish and had Pike’s interest.  On her shoulder bag was an EMAD detector; her watch was a Detector, she had the latest gadgetry to “detect” the presence of an EMAD plus the equal gadgets to prevent said EMAD from functioning as planned.
	None of these worked against the likes of Pike Elsworth.
	Melinda Arbour had a nice bod.  In her mid 30s the woman maintained herself.  She was haggard and exhausted with work and raising two children by herself, but she was managing.  Her appearance suggested that she was a corporate woman and a busy one.
	Mack returned and she thanked him as he set three large packages down. 

	“Where’s your sister?” 
	“Molly’s.” Mack replied.  Liar; he actually had no idea.  
	The Mom nodded and began putting the grocery items away.  Mack peeked thru the bags plucking out a bag of chips and soda.  A conversation began between the two with Mack’s attention Pike noted aimed at his Mom’s butt.
	Hmmmm; what was he thinking?
	Probably the same thing Pike was…

	‘You want to fuck your Mom?’ it was a bold question, a valid one.
	With eyes blinking, curious to confused state of being on his face, the teenage boy paused in answering.  Eventually he did.  “Yeah.”
	‘You want to fuck your sister?’ it had to be asked.
	A longer pause for thought, then; “Yeah” to that notion, too.
	Pike was about to start something between them—when little Mindy bursted in on them.  She was sweaty and looked a little pale—out of breath.  “HI!” she announced.
	“Have fun at Molly’s?” Melinda asked.
	“Molly’s?”
	“Weren’t you at Molly’s?” inquired the Mom getting suspicious.
	Mack chomped on an apple to appease his Mom and gave his dimwitted sibling a cold eye.  
	“Oh, MOLLY’S!” exclaimed the girl catching the drift.
	“What did you think I said?”
	“Hey, Mom,” butted in Mack trying to, hoping to, change the subject of inquest, “can we go to that barbeque place?  I got my paycheck from Mr. Farley and I can pay for it.”
	His Mom looked to him with a slight annoyance at the disruption (the inquisition could wait).  “For the three of us it’ll cost more than your paycheck AND allowance combined.”
	“I’ll chip in!” chimed in Mindy.
	“My goodness, my cooking that bad?  You two must really like that place.”
	Mindy got the motor mouth and began yapping about how much she DID like The Barbeque Factory.  Mack leaned against a counter noshing on the apple and eyeing his sister—and his Mom.
	Pike took wise note of his energy level noting that the Shimmer Effect was peeking out.  Time to go.  As he started to leave out from the kitchen that was strangely closed in, Pike felt “a disturbance in the force.”  He got a little nauseous, dizzy, and felt himself toppling.

	He was sure that if he hit the floor it would be noticed.
	And he was naked.
	If the Shimmer Effect ran out and he was clad in his Birthday Suit clutching an EMAD in a house he didn’t live in—that would be bad.  Very bad.  Struggling to maintain himself he clung to the lip of the counter clenching his hands and balls.  The Shimmer Effect was running out and little Mindy was yappity-yappity-yappity.  Both Pike and Mack would like nothing better than to shove their meat sticks into her mouth.  That’d shut her up.
	Time was ticking down-down-down.   Any second and Pike was going to be visible and there was no explaining it away.  Mindy kept yapping; Mack waited to hear if he was out of a paycheck yet as he had not heard confirmation saying one way or another.
	The groceries were put away, Melinda picked up her books from work and made way to her bedroom.  Mindy gave a look to her brother conveying “I saved your ass.” 
	Mack said nothing but ditched the half eaten apple into the trash.  He sighed, grabbed his crotch as the girl went out of the kitchen then left himself.  Five seconds later and Pike Elsworth was butt bare assed naked.

  	The next phase shift for the Shimmer Effect was hours away.  Hours.  Pike was in a bind—going out the front door was no good.  His clothes—he couldn’t remember where they were.  Possibly at the Thompson home.  He felt ill and would love to take a shower.  
	Somehow with dire determination he stepped out of the kitchen.  The front door was right there—right there!  If he were clothed he would simply walk out and that would be that.  Walking out naked—someone would probably notice that.  Going out the patio door which was down the middle of the hallway of which he had to pass by the bedrooms.  Music came out of one.  According to the EMAD, though, the Shimmer Effect was nil.  The other primary feature of Mind Tapping was still functional…
	Pike held the minding device in his hot sweaty hands before him and briskly but as stealthily as possible made his way down the hall to the patio door.
	Then the phone rang and Mindy shouted above the rock music, 
	“I’ll get it!” 
	Of course there was a race of siblings to see who actually got the hall phone.  Pike panicked and opened throttle darting down to the end of the hall.  The patio door was closed and for no other reason than “just because” dove into the final bedroom.

	The master bedroom.
	Luckily, and very luckily, Melinda was in the shower.
	Pike noted the cast off clothing and got instant wood.
	The EMAD grew hot in his hands but he moved to the bathroom where within Melinda Arbour showered.  Pike stroked his cock and entered casually within.  The EMAD began to beep and Pike felt a little warm.  But was he warm due to the situation or warm due to the steam from the shower?
	With some foreboding anxiety Pike tempted fate and stepped fully into the bathroom.  Melinda sang some song and Pike wanted to flee.  He didn’t feel well and couldn’t remember if he had left his wallet in his pants—wherever the hell they were…
	He knew he had to get the jump on her and despite the bathroom being a “master” bathroom—it wasn’t that big.  Behind the door with his back in the bedroom he waited.  Nervously did he wait and fear one of the kids would barge in.  It was sure for certainty that Mindy had seen her Mommy naked and been in her presence—it was equally certain that Mack had seen his Mom naked and of course her to him—but not lately due to modesty issues.
	Pike waited.  How fucking long does it take a woman to shower!?  At least his nausea had cleared up—but he still felt dizzy and he really wanted a beer and lay down.
	Finally, Melinda shut off the shower and stepped out grabbing a towel.  She saw Pike in the mirror and before she could scream—ZAP!
	Pike shuddered and felt even dizzier than usual.  Melinda stood dripping with a towel in hand staring blankly at the intruder.  Stepping into the bathroom Pike closed the door partly and made sure the woman was mindless and under the control of the EMAD.
	She was.  Touching her, squeezing her butt, her breasts, her pussy ensured that the woman was “unaware.”  With that, Pike felt much better and began loving on the woman.  With no reaction from the woman, Pike nestled his cock up between her legs.  
	That felt good.
	To feel better—Pike bent the woman over and began attempting entry—pussy was first.  It was discovered that the hole of choice was “slick” giving insight to why the woman had taken so long in the shower.  Slowly he made the invasion; gripping Melinda’s hips and pile driving sending sensations in both.
	The fullness of the deed was reaching its apex when--

	“MAH-UM.” called out Mindy from the bedroom, “Mack wants to know if we’re going out or not!”
	From the hallway—“I’m going to pound you!”
	Pike pulled out and hopped into the shower then “released” Melinda.
	Mindy came right up to the door just as her Mom came out of her stupor.  Cocking her head she looked to her daughter, then the mirror.  She stared at the mirror (and even opened it!)  What was she expecting, the commercial man selling deodorant?
	Pike held his breath—he had to have line o’ sight on the Subject(s) in order to effectively affect their mind(s).  Could he do it thru the vinyl curtain?  Couldn’t hurt to try.
	According to the EMAD the readout indicators DID indicate that the Subjects ONE and TWO had been “acquired.”  That was a plus, and a relief.  Still, though, Pike was nervous.
	‘Take off your clothes.’ Pike transmitted to Subject Two, Mindy.
	He heard the distinctive noise of someone undressing.
	Nothing was spoken and the only movement was Subject Two.
	“Lay down on the floor.” was transmitted to Subject One.
	Thru the yellow vinyl curtain he saw movement and risking exposure in case the transmissions were flukes and the Subjects were acting out in coincidence, Pike peeked from the back of the shower-tub.
	Melinda lay out on the floor, her head at the tub.  Mindy stood at her side, naked.
	“Sit on your Mom’s face.” that would be the ultimate assurance.
	Surprisingly, but with a relief, Mindy straddled her Mom’s face and Pike hoped like hell there would be no more fucking distractions! 
	Opening the vinyl curtain he promptly stuffed Mindy’s mouth with his dick and elated in doing so.  If the girl’s brother should come in—well, so be it.  Mack didn’t barge in on them and Pike enjoyed the blowjob from Mindy.

	After creaming into Mindy’s mouth he moved the girl down her Mommy’s body and settled his testicles into her mouth.  Then he gently laid the girl down, opening her legs and “going down” on her.  His thirst for sexual debauchery increased—Mindy was a virgin (duh, she’s eight!).  Pike’s tongue drove wickedly into her young sex, a finger jamming into her asshole.  Her brother admitted to having sexual desires for her—she was a brat, got him into trouble more than once, sometimes covered for him but not often.  But he wanted to fuck her.  It didn’t seem to matter that she was his sister OR that she was merely eight fucking years old!  His teenage dick was way too big for her.  

	After some serious cunt noshing, Pike’s dick was ready to blast again.  He moved the little girl off to one side and repositioned himself—sinking his pud fully into Melinda’s twat.  The explosion was almost instant.  His eyes rolled and it had clearly been a long time since Melinda got laid last.
	Time was spent slurping on Melinda’s titties, too.
	Thereafter, he took a shower—bringing little Mindy in with him.

	There was a room in the Arbour house Pike found to his liking; the den.  It had been the kids’ Dad’s private room where he went to relax.  What his job in life was Pike didn’t know—he was tempting enough fate as it was with his mischief and Q&A as it was to probe further.  The Daddy was no longer in the house and Pike got the impression that he had died.  Tragic.
	No one entered into the den; it wasn’t locked but regarded similarly to something like a shrine.  Pike could detect the slight aroma of pipe smoke, there was a whole wall dedicated to books.  There was the typical ornate cherry wood desk with typical desk accessories.  A large screen television, a stereo system, super soft fluffy love seat, chairs, and foot rests.  Game emblems adorned the walls—the man had been a fanatic about three certain teams—from NFL, MLB, and Hockey.  
	Pike took up residence in the den, behind the desk on some cushions removed from the sofa.  There he did slip into a delightful sleep—this after the Arbour family vacated the premises going out to the barbeque feast.  The worry of “where his pants were AND did they have incriminating evidence in a pocket” slipped away as he slipped away to slumber.

	The slumber was disturbed some hours later with the boisterous voices of the Arbour family returning.  There was a bitch of a headache to contend with, he was hungry, his balls hurt, his DICK hurt, and he was naked in somebody’s else’s house.
	The EMAD, though, seemed cool.
	For over two more hours Pike remained in the den.  Mostly he dozed, fretted about where the hell his pants were; thought about Fumiko and Michelle, then everyone else he had encountered thus far.  The EMAD was a dangerous thing.  It was too much power—it warped society.  Nuclear radiation, fallout?  Blah.  An untamed virus, social diseases unchecked?  Blah.  Political prowess, social wrangling to ensure democracy?  Blah.  An electric mind altering device that can annihilate mankind and its way of life?  Yeah—that’s the ticket. 

	The Shimmer Effect seemed to work ok—again.  Pike’s first instinct was to leave the Arbour house and go find his pants!  But something caught his attention and so the pants would have to lay wherever the hell they were laying.
	What Mindy was doing was unknown, bedroom door closed, light under the door.  What Melinda was doing—on the phone in the living room.  What Mack was doing—gettin’ some.  Well, in the process.  Out on the patio under the cover of darkness Mack’s dick was out and in the mouth of Carla Vyrly.  The girl was good and cupped the boy’s balls while she engulfed his prong.  The boy stood in the shadows at the edge of the open patio just before ten o’clock enjoying the pleasure.
	Carla had some talent; she squeezed the member at the base, waggled it, and used her thumb to tantalize the knob.  Her mouth, too, put the boy into orbit as her tongue rolled about the super sensitive crown, diddled his piss slit, then engulfed the head taking some time to fully engorge her boyfriend’s prong.
	The enjoyment of event was so thrilling—neither were aware that they were being spied on.  Er, other than the invisible man in their midst.  Just as Mack began to fill Carla’s mouth with more than his cock meat—Pike saw the shadow of “someone” at the glass patio door hiding off to the side in the curtains.
	If it had been Melinda—Mack would have been busted.
	After the explosive end to the blowjob, Mack clung to the wall reeling in the overly pleasing event.  Pike missed if whether or not Carla was a “swallower” or not—he was more interested in Mindy.
	Mindy was inside the curtains—fingering it.  
	She was!
	The little girl was just a “gettin’ after it” with a thoughtful/curious look etched upon her sweet-sweet face.  Earlier, in the shower, Pike had enjoyed her immensely.  No penetrations, but a lot of humping against her sweet-sweet face; then his own face against her butt.  Then, turning her around again, enjoyed licking, fingering, washing her young cunny before introducing it to his throbbing cock.  Sitting down in the shower he brought the girl onto his lap with specific intention of fucking her.
	He didn’t, though; but it came close.  
	Although she were merely eight, Mindy Gayle Arbour was good enough to fuck.  Pike’s desire to sink his pud into her slit increased.  He had been in her mouth and the craving to cram himself into her cunny significantly amplified the unnatural desire.

	The girl suddenly amscrayed and Pike saw the Mother coming down the hall.  
	‘jig’s up.’ Pike sent a quick mind message to the unsuspecting boy.
	At that time, Carla had her pants and panties down exposing her butt.  She was “bent over” ready to receive.  Pike hesitated too long in deciding what to do—whether to intervene, to help, or whatever.  The patio light came on and Carla shrieked.
	Mack went into super panic mode and fled to the lee side of the house where the light wouldn’t see him with a raging hard-on dripping cum.  The door opened and Melinda called for her son.
	However, little Mindy was there.  Pike couldn’t hear what was said but Melinda nodded “Ok.” And shut the door; locking it, shutting off the light.
	Moments later and a light from the master bedroom located at the rear of the house AND where the slinking Mack was leaning panting hard against the blue stucco wall came on.  Mack fled to the other side of the house knocking himself into Carla.
	“Goddamn it!” Carla bitched.
	“Sorry, didn’t see you.”
	“I got to get back home.”
	“I’ll walk with you.”
	“Don’t bother!” Carla almost shouted.  She was pissed and stormed off leaving Mack frustrated—and still equipped with a serious boner.  Then, he heard giggling.
	“Mindy!” Mack snapped.
	Mindy continued to giggle but said, “Looks like she left you hanging!”
	“I’m gonna wail on you!”
	“I don’t think so!” Mindy snapped back.
	Mack moved to the bedroom window of his sister where she was partly hanging out.
	“Mom almost caught you.”
	That stopped him.
	“I told her that you were walking Carla home.”
	Goddamn it.
	“Go let me in.” Mack said calming down—little sis had saved his ass again.
	“I don’t want to.” she said surprisingly.
	“Go let me in!” Mack insisted.
	“I cant.” Mindy said.

	“Why not?” Mack asked.
	Mindy didn’t reply but stepped back from the window revealing the fact that she was naked.  It was dark in the room save for the fish light on her fish tank and nite-light. 
	Mack stood with his dick throbbing hard enough to bust thru the stucco wall.  
	“You can come into my room.” the girl said softly.
	Oh!

	Penetration into Mindy’s cunt wasn’t going to happen—Mack was sixteen, Mindy was eight.  His cock was way too big for her.  Oh, he COULD stick it in her—but…
	The same with her asshole.
	The mouth, though, worked just fine.
	After nearly wracking his balls on the sill of his sister’s bedroom window, then smacking the floor with his shoulder, then clunking his knee on the table, stubbing his foot on the bed, Mack James Arbour stood in near darkness facing his naked eight year old sister.
	“I saw what you were doing,” Mindy whispered, “or what Carla was doing.”
	Mack sweated, his balls and toes hurt.
	“Sooooo, whattya want to do?” he asked dumbly.
	Mindy gushed, giggled, and stood with hands folded before her rolling her shoulders gawking at her brother.
	‘take it out, dumbass, show her.’ Mack needed encouragement from his “inner voice.”
	Slowly, Mack pushed down his pants and underwear.  Little sis gawked harder and leaned in to see it better.
	‘touch it.’ Mindy needed encouragement, too.
	While Mindy stroked the brotherly prong with a girlie loving touch, the unseen “inner voice” fell into the room.  Like Mack, he nearly wracked his balls on the sill, dislocated his shoulder, and encountered the other hazards of Mindy’s bedroom.  Being naked made it worse.
	He made little noise and no one came to bust them—so the sibling love fest continued.
	Mindy stroked her brother’s cock and he stood enjoying it.  There were mixed feelings in Mack, though; although he had always secretly wanted to be naughty with his sister—a moral fiber managed to keep him from doing so.  It didn’t mean that he didn’t have torrid thoughts about seeing her naked or having her naked on his naked person, though.  
	After much stroking and a possible explosion of brotherly love was close at hand—
	‘suck it.’
	Mack was not opposed—just awed as he watched his sister timidly place her mouth about his throbbing prong.  The girl had no technique like Carla but Mindy sufficed just the same and like Carla sucked on the cock and pleased it greatly.
	‘don’t cum in her mouth.’ Pike-the-inner-voice said, ‘it’ll creep her out, make her sick.’ And she might make enough gagging noise to alert her Mom who would come in and made the harrowing discovery ending Mack’s life.
	So Mindy laid out on her bed, naked, legs spread, and Mack enjoyed feasting his eyes on his pesky sister’s body—without getting into trouble for it.  Slowly the boy knelt down placing his face down between his sister’s legs and pausing a moment to feast (with eyes) upon her nakedness.  Never before had he done so—to Mindy or any other girl.  Always before with other girls was the sex done in the darkness.  Blowjobs, handjobs, and out and out sex.  He had fucked Carla’s three holes, another girl in the ass, another girl in the mouth and his first girlfriend when he was thirteen in his bedroom.  All times had been under the cover of darkness so seeing what a girl actually looked like naked had been elusive.
	Of course, he had figured it out what a girl “looked” like naked, there were pictures, scantily clad girls leaving not much for the imagination AND seeing his little sib naked.  But having the time to see a girl naked (without getting face slapped or yelled at) was something Mack (and most boys) yearned for; quality time to enjoy feasting with the eyes the delicacy of a girl’s naked body.
	A minute later and the eye feasting was done—time for the other.

	Grinding against Mindy was almost as good as being IN Mindy.
	Almost.
	Mack’s eyes fluttered, his whole body shuddered, and cum sputtered.
	Mindy got a little excited as her young cunny was teased into a sexual torture that was pleasing enough to simulate something of a orgasm.  Mack humped against her slit until ALL his ball juice was spilled onto the very tan flesh of his sister.
	When done, the boy lay off to one side succumbing to sleep.  Mindy lay fingering her gooied cunt.
	‘do you have a boyfriend?’
	“Yes.” Mindy answered allowed.

	‘start having sex with him.’
	“Ok.”
	‘start sleeping naked, too.’

	Mack woke up to take a wicked piss couple hours later, and a shower.  His sister was soundly sleeping and ON HIS OWN he caressed her side, her butt, and stared a bit at her pussy he had humped on.  The desire to FUCK his sister was great.  But she was too young, too small.  He would have to wait.
	After the shower he paused outside his Mom’s bedroom.  Mom was getting laid.  Mack jerked off in the hallway (until Pike realized the boy was there.)
	‘come in.’
	Mack entered finding his Mom in a high state of “FUCK ME”.
	Nothing was said, Mother and Son eyed each other, Mother and Son were naked and in a high level of emotional upheaval.  Both had a yearning.  The yearning was a desire.  The desire could only be quelled by submitting to the unnatural.
	There wasn’t much in the need of coaxing the two—it was just the modesty and embarrassment factor that weighed them down.  Mack stood at the threshold to the bedroom methodically pleasing himself; meanwhile, his Mom lay nakedly on the bed having been freshly fucked into oblivion.
	Slowly—and very slowly, Mack approached his Mom’s bed.
	Melinda opened her legs.
	Mack crawled slowly onto the bed—his mighty teen cock throbbing hard and proudly.  Melinda eyed it; closed her eyes, parted her legs and began fingering her already sopping wet cunny.  She trembled all over, Mack shuddered all over at the anticipation.
	A full minute elapsed before Mack just slowly maneuvered onto his Mom and guided into her his love tool.  He was pumping into her sex before he was fully in.  Melinda gripped her son’s sweaty naked body, then wrapped her legs and arms about him fully endorsing the illicit union.
	Pike’s job was done and he went on.

*

hanky and panky
	The smart thing to do would be to lay low, sleep a lot, possibly move to some remote locale and become a hermit.  It would be the only way to alleviate himself of the pesky albatross that threatened to drown him.

	Awakening around noon with a tremendous headache and the rest of his body not so well, too, Pike didn’t listen to his subconscious leaking into his conscious.  Fuck that.  After showering, downing a six pack (a six PACK) along with some microwave snacks, Pike initialized the EMAD’s Shimmer Effect and returned to the world of snooping.  It was beginning to become his favorite pastime.
	His fears of his identity being identified had been quelled as on his way back home hours earlier backtracking all the way to the first house, the Thompson’s.  It was, however, at the Kamden house (where young Ruthie seduced Jeffery) there was his pants (and wallet intact).  
	His new attire for “stepping out” consisted of typical runner’s gym shorts, gym shoes, and a tank top.  No wallet and for some unknown reason he plucked his Marine dogtags off the wall by his military service plaque on the wall by his bed.  He didn’t know why (just that it was a good idea.)
	Back over t his namesake street, Pike St., since it had been so good to him so far.  He wanted to revisit the Thompson home and his potential sidekick, Kirby, but no one was home.  That was ok, further down the block, two houses down and across the street from the Arbour house and there were two boys, brothers, thirteen and eleven, doing it.
	Did I mention that they were naked?
	Ok, across the street from the Arbour’s there were these two boys, brothers, thirteen years and eleven years—standing naked before one another “just a doin’ it.”
	Both were fine looking lads, the older had dark sandy hair while his younger sib had the light sandy hair.  Both were in fine shape with average sized schlongs all nice and stiff.  The boys giggled as they blatantly masturbated and got into a “cock fight”, too—smacking their cock to the others.
	If they were going to do anything else, like suck or fuck the other, it wasn’t going to happen ‘cause the bedroom door that was partially open was suddenly thrust wide open and a Motherly figured barged in exclaiming in some alarm “what the hell are you doing?” although that was only obvious.
	The boys were petrified to the point of being like an ancient tree forest.  Neither bolted for the closet, the other side of their bed or out the nearby window.  Instead, they turned and faced their Mom, dicks raging hard and full frontal nudity.
	The Mommy-figure shook her head exasperatedly saying something with her eyes closed, sighing, hand to her head, “I know it’s normal, especially for boys, but you shouldn’t be doing it together.”

	“But Mom,” drawled out Alex, the oldest, “we’re new here and the girls don’t like us yet.”
	“We cant help it,” butted in Brian, “our thingys get like this and the only way to make them stop is to play with them!”
	Glinda looked to her naked sons and their proud schlongs.
	“Mine hurts!” chirped up Alex.
	“It hurts?” queried his Mom.
	“Yeah.” he seemed nervous (but being naked in the presence of his Mom).
	“Like how?”
	“I dunno,” the boy said shrugging and becoming a little more embarrassed, “it-it tingles.  It never has like that before.”
	Then, Glinda went to her knees—right before her son’s proud schlong. She did!
	Then, without much hesitation, the stroking began.  With a motherly hand, a loving touch, and a womanly touch, Glinda expertly wrapped her fingers about her eldest son’s cock and began gently—very gently working the boy’s favorite organ.
	“Mine hurts, too!” exclaimed Brian.
	Not missing a beat, the well dressed woman in a beige office outfit took to stroking her youngest son’s cock; using her thumb to tantalize the boy’s piss slit as well run her thumb about the super sensitive crown.  
	Alex was humping his Mom’s hand.  The boy slowly began to move his hips back and forth—back and forth into his Mom’s hand.  The boy was grinning, hands on his hips, blushing and gushing all the same.
	Glinda then—THEN pressed her lips to her son’s cock head, licking the piss slit then slowly drawing the pulsing prong into her womanly/motherly mouth.  Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y she took her son’s dong into her mouth fully engulfing the entire member fully blowing her son’s mind (as well as his cock.)  She had talent!
	The talent was intensified as she sucked one cock she manipulated the other with continued strokings.  After working son number one she serviced orally son number two.  Then repeated—and repeated—and repeated until son number one began to cum.
	All Glinda’s attention then went to Alex, squeezing his dick at the base while furiously working his shaft with her other hand while sucking on the head continuing to please it.  Great shots of cum squirted into her mouth coating the back of her throat.  Her pretty eyes of blue were closed as she sucked her son’s cock off.

	When the last drop was gone from Alex’s pud, Glinda sat back (obviously she had swallowed) and admired the sonly dong; she smiled and worked it a little more, fondled his balls, then caressed his butt.
	Son number two was totally captivated but the unseen Spy in their midst determined that it wasn’t their first time.  Alex began masturbating, rubbing his own butt and in total mesmeriment.  Glinda went to attend Brian’s throbbing erection.  It was smaller than Alex’s cock—but he was two years younger, too.
	After blowing Brian and receiving his love cream, she fondled his nuggets, caressed his butt then sat back to address her sons saying,
	“Ok, I don’t mind you two playing with each other—just don’t tell anyone what you do and don’t get too carried away.” That last bit was meant to imply “don’t fuck each other.”

	‘Have you ever had sex with your boys?’
	“No.” she answered verbally.
	‘Have you wanted to?’
	That was a litte more difficult to answer.
	‘Have the boys seen you—naked?’
	“Yes.”
	They also had seen her masturbating.
	‘Let the boys fuck you.’
	“Ok.”

	‘Do you fuck your brother (in the ass)?’
	“Sometimes.”
	‘Does he like it?’
	“Sometimes?”
	‘Do YOU fuck your brother in the ass?’
	“Sometimes.” 
	The “sometimes” boys remained fondling themselves after their cocksucking Mom left.  Minutes later and the shower could be heard.
	‘Suck your brother’s dick.’
	Young Brian was not opposed, he had sucked his brother’s dick (often.)  He hesitated a second or two and then went to his knees and began working his brother’s dong—but not with the same talented technique as their Mom.
	When the dong in his hand (and mouth) became stiff-stiff-stiff,
	‘Lay down.’
	Alex laid down on the floor.

	Brian settled himself onto his brother, firstly grinding himself up and down the brotherly love tool before “reaching around” and guiding the prong into his hole.  Brian’s dick had been there before and knew the way (in).  Alex’s hole was receptive and soon settled down taking the whole thang.
	With Alex’s hands clamped tightly to his brother’s ass the pumping began.  The boys giggled and enjoyed their tryst with Alex finally delivering his second blast of love cream minutes later.
	Brian pushed himself up freeing his asshole of his brother’s prong.  A gob of cum oozed out of the hole.  Steam arose from Alex’s fuck stick; he flopped it against his brother’s ass even tried reinserting.  Brian moved up his brother’s chest, though, averting a re-fuck.  
	Settling on his brother’s chest, Brian masturbated, humped his brother’s chest and eventually got serviced.  
	Pike could hold off no longer and “joined in”.   This by standing over Alex (who was sucking on brother Brian’s cock) and eased his cock into Brian’s mouth.  ‘suck me.’ he minded to the boy.  Brain did and did a fine job of it, too.

	Oral copulation is one thing and that’s fine an’ all—but give me a nice tight optional orifice to full please the ole johnson.  After humping young Brian’s mouth for a couple of minutes and an explosion of massive proportions was imminent—Pike pulled out and repositioned himself behind the boy.  Brain leaned forward and then all the way down spreading his lovely young boyish cheeks.  Brother Alex’s cock humped the boy’s belly area and helped hold the brotherly cheeks open, too.
	Then Pike penetrated Brain’s fresh fucked hole and “went to town.”

	The sensation of sodomizing a young boy’s bung hole was “sensational.”  Pike felt himself melting as his sore aching cock fired off one-two-three rounds of happy-happy-joy-joy juice.  He was ALL THE WAY IN!  The shooting cum Pike could feel as it surged thru his shaft.  Steam literally wafted out of the boy’s sphincter—Pike took amusement at watching Brian’s hole slowly snap shut squeezing the rest of the spew out in one big gooey gob.
	And despite his loss of energy, Pike loved on the boy and his brother; caressing them both, spanking them with his hand and then his sore aching dick; then kissing on Brian’s sweaty boyish ass before finding that Brian and Alex had ejaculated onto one another.  Alex was in glory as rubbing himself against his brother’s belly had caused him to release his seminal fluids.

	Brother Brian had been sexed by being reamed and laying nakedly on his brother.  The “getting a blowjob” from his own Mom didn’t seem to play into the factor. 
	Neither boy were into kissing one another.
	Both had given the other a “rim job.”  Both had bathed together AND peed on each other.  Both boys curiously were curious about humping their Mom.  Pike was, too.
	Leaving the boys to lay with each, to rest, Pike scrambled to see what up with their mother.  What up with the Mother was she was laid out on her bed “gettin’ after it.”  She seemed in a bad way and using a vibrator to aid her need.
	Now, why use one of those things when there are two of those things (three) at the ready?  After watching for a few minutes or so—fascinated on how a woman pleases herself, Pike moved in.  The woman was steaming hot and in great need of dick.  Pike smiled and replaced the inadequate cunt pleaser with something a little more proper.
	Having already fired off in her son’s crapper, getting off a second time was a bit of a toughie.  No worries, he enjoyed taking his time.  He rested, relaxed, and humped.  There was nothing in the way of orgasm, though—though he tried.  The woman was nice and her cunt was hot, semi tight, and on fire for a good doinking.  Pike managed to get the woman “off” although he himself did not.
	As a finale before leaving for other pastures, he brought horndogs Alex and Brian in.   The boys were willing; Mom receptive.  There was some apprehension on the Mom’s part; embarrassment for the boys.  Everyone was naked.  Everyone was horny enough not to care.  Brian climbed onto the bed and then onto his Mom first followed by Alex who toyed with his dong at his Mom’s shoulder.
	Glinda took over fondling her son’s dong, cupping his nuggets and working him into a tizzy.  Son Brian was in between his Mom’s legs staring boldly at his Mom’s twat.  Glinda fingered her cunt then caressed her son’s cock—tugging it into her sex.
	Pike smiled and toyed with his own pud watching as the eleven year old mounted his Mom and the fucking began.

*

	“Oh, he’s cute!”
	“That one is, too.”

	“Oh my God!  Look at how cute HE is!”
	The boy in question WAS cute, and he was nigh but seven years young!  The girls in question were Kaliegh Anne and her friend, Stephanie.  Both were thirteen years young.  
	In a neighborhood park the girls ogled various aged boys—and drooled.  Both had torrid thoughts about said boys, Kaliegh liked boys a little on the young side—Stephanie preferred her lads at least to be at least ten.  
	The young Subjects, though, were not the only ones in the park other than the girls lusting about them themselves; there, too, were some adult units, law enforcing units, older teens, and some doggies.  Too many.  The girls, at length, went home—to Kaliegh Anne’s home. 
	“Your parents home?” Stephanie asked.
	“Nope.” Kaliegh Anne replied.  Stephanie smiled and had a gleam in her eye.  Kaliegh Anne returned same and the two scampered off.  Pike followed.

	After crossing the street the girls went up Gnome St.  Both girls had great potential—Kaliegh Anne had long fine dark brown hair just to her shoulders.  A super sweet face; she was smart, played soccer and basketball, and had a nice ass.  Her best friend, Stephanie, had long-long blond hair clear to her butt.  She was taller and more apt to playing basketball but it wasn’t her thing; she liked tennis and fashions.  She also had a super fine ass.
	From Gnome St. they turned down Temple Way and two houses down came to where Kaliegh Anne lived with her parents and older sister.  No one was home.  Once inside the girls bounded quickly up the stairs ditching their daypacks in Kaliegh Anne’s bedroom then flopping themselves onto the bed.  
	With some giggling the girls put their lips together—both laying out opposite of the other.  Nothing was said—nothing was needed to be said.  (besides, hard to talk when your lips are pressing against another’s…)
	Their passion began to heat up; their tongues thrashed about madly inside the other’s mouth; their lips trying to engulf the other or at least outdo the other.  Kaliegh Anne put her hand about Stephanie’s neck in typical passion while Stephanie’s hand worked down between her body to her sex.
	The girls suddenly broke their lip lock, giggling, blushing, and tearing off their clothes.  Kaliegh Anne was first to shuck off her pants and lavender panties, she sat up with legs cocked beneath her fondling her young developing breasts.  Stephanie caressed her own breasts but did so while laying down—her legs stretched out and open.

	Kaliegh Anne admired her friend’s nakedness—so much so that she went down on the friend, fingering the girl’s cunny then licking it.  Stephanie gushed; her legs flailed then her body bucked as Kaliegh Anne drove her tongue into her sex.
	Pike’s view, of course, was Kaliegh Anne’s delicious teenage ass wiggling before him.  His desire to bang her and bang her hard pestered him but he wanted to see the girls act on their own.  Then he’d bang them.
	Kaliegh Anne licked, nipped, lapped, and drove her tongue all over Stephanie’s snatch box.  The girl’s groove became very slicked up with personal juices—Kaliegh Anne’s own juices were running down her legs and as she spread her legs wider—Pike took note of the girl’s cunt determining that she was NOT a virgin.
	Neither was Stephanie.  Pike wondered if the girls were getting nailed by boys their age—or boys like they were discussing in the park?  Pike’s desire to sink his fuck stick into Kaliegh Anne’s dick trench increased and he didn’t know how much longer he could stand to hold off.
	Stephanie’s nipples were incredible pert.  She tweaked them, massaged each of her delicate breasts and continued to buck into the face of her best friend, Kaliegh Anne.  The thrashing came nextly with Stephanie not tweaking but PINCHING her nipples crying out “YES!  YES!  YES!”
	Kaliegh Anne engulfed the whole of her friend’s cunt then sat up bringing her own fired up cunt to rest against Steph’s.  Then they began to pump and grind pounding their sex together performing a Scissor act.
	Not a minute later and Kaliegh Anne was laying down on her friend, sucking titty, sucking face, grinding her sex against her friend and being seriously what Pike could only describe as “love.”  It was lust filled but it was powered by the unknown force of love.
	Kaliegh Anne soon moved up to squash her fiery cunt into the beautiful face of Stephanie.  “Eat me, bitch!” Kaliegh Anne exclaimed as she tweaked/pinched her own nipples and rode her friend’s face like a rider rides the mechanical bull.
	Pike’s desires increased but the show just couldn’t be interrupted.
	Kaliegh Anne eventually laid down backwards on her friend; Stephanie’s sweet face was coated in pussy juice.  She continued noshing on her friend making “yummy” sounds as she did so.  At length, Kaliegh Anne rolled over and returned to cunt munching; Stephanie continued her munching including some butt spanking, too.
	Then, just as Pike was about to get involved, Kaliegh Anne sat up, 
	“Hey, I almost forgot!”

	Off of the bed Kaliegh Anne fled leaving her friend a little flustered.
	“What are you doing?” 
	Kaliegh Anne got into her dayback fishing out a small baggie.
	“Happy smoke!” she announced.
	“Oh my God!” exclaimed Stephanie, “You didn’t!” then, “Where’d you get it?”
	“Pryce Pickett,” Kaliegh Anne replied, “he just wants in my pants.”
	The girls enjoyed their “happy smoke” then briskly walked nakedly downstairs to the den.  There they enjoyed a shot of whiskey each.  Both girls nearly died right then and there.
	“Jesus Christ!” bitched/sputtered Stephanie, “how the fuck do guys drink this shit!?”
	Kaliegh Anne coughed, sputtered, and peed.  She put away the whiskey bottle and brought out a bottle of bourbon.  It wasn’t much better.  So they tried this—that—and got ripped.
	That made it easier for Pike—he barely had to use the EMAD powers at all!  And the girls were already naked!  Stephanie had already passed out; Kaliegh was delirious.  The EMAD was turned off and Pike—got down to business.

Ah, the pause that refreshes!
	There’s nothing like humping the bejesus out of two stoned teenage girls.  Pike enjoyed them and enjoyed them and enjoyed them.  Sinking his pud into their pussy was one thing and it was a good thing—and tight, too; cramming his way into their tight assholes was something else.  
	He got away with spanking them and then simply loving on them, fondling, fingering, and more spanking.  Not wanting the girls to get into any trouble he took them to Kaliegh Anne’s room and into her bathroom.  There they were showered and then laid out in the tub with Kaliegh Anne grinding her pussy against Stephanie.  Pike then smiled and put the image of the two into his mind for later visual aid.  Then he departed.

	The image of the girls would remain with him for a long-long time.  And with that, he had quandaries in his mind—his like for young girls, boys, too.  But with the likes of Kaliegh Anne and Stephanie, actual pleasure systeming from sex with girls old enough to receive without too much trauma resulted in a fair amount of debate.
	Little girls were cute.  Older girls were more fuckable.  End of debate.

	Pike went home.  He showered and lay on his bed for a long-long while.  He got the feeling that his trials with the EMAD were not over.  He still had yet to find out what the “Gray World” meant.  There was an endemic fear that he didn’t want to find out.
	Before long, though, his tummy said “FEED ME!”
	Pike dressed, spruced up, and left to find something to quell his rebellious tape worm.

	At a popular establishment featuring the best barbeque foods from around the Nation and beyond, Pike enjoyed a nice meal and some good wine.  During the course of his meal-visit he couldn’t help notice a pair of very nice young girls.  They were about ten wearing extremely short-shorts.
	They definitely had Pike’s interest and as the fidgeted, got up to go to the bathroom a number of times, the salad bar and to play the game where you get a plush toy for more than what it would cost in the store—Pike’s interest was enchanted.
	There, too, was the Daddy figure and a young boy.  The boy was the sibling of one of the girls.  One of the girls was the friend of the other girl.  And as Pike took note of the girls fidgeting and getting in and out of their booth seat—he noted, too, the Daddy.
Pike wasn’t sure, but; the Daddy was fidgety, as well.
	Hmmmm
	Sara Nambly, the Daddy’s “little girl” was a cutey.  Sleeveless top, wearing a trainer, and the denim short-shorts.  She didn’t have much of a chest but it was beginning to be one.  Super tan skin—all over.  Her blond hair was not blond-blond but a “dirty blond” and put up partly in a lose pony tail that was short.  Green ribbons, emerald earrings, sea green eyes.  She was a cutey.  Pike thoroughly and greatly wanted to see her naked—standing up peeing, squatting on his cock, sucking her Daddy and brother…
	All in good time.
	Sara’s friend, Amy, was equally cute but had long brown hair and a bit more of a chest than Sara.  The girls were inseparable.  They were like “sisters” and practically lived together.  Pike was sure that they had some “secrets” to tell (and keep.)
	The focus turned to the Daddy.  By his mannerisms he was disturbed by the girls getting in and out of the booth; and at one point it was noted that the man gouged the heel of his hand to his crotch!  Did the Daddy, Karl Nambly, want to see the girls naked, too?

	After the family meal, it was time to pay the check and go.  Daddy Karl, though, couldn’t move.  It was sort of a medical condition but more mainly a physical one—if he moved everyone in the vicinity would see his enormous Daddy dong bulge in his pants.
	The kids went off to try and get a plush toy leaving dear ole Daddy to try and downplay his boner.  Pike was left to try and decide what to do about the situation.  He’d like to help the guy out.  
	After a few more minutes the man finally was “calm” enough to pay his bill, collect his kids, and make his way out.  Pike was right behind.  Surprisingly, and by odd coincidence, Pike and Karl were parked fairly close together.  The kids ran amok yelling “SHOTGUN” and other norms that kids make when wanting a particular seat in the family car.
	“Nice kids.” Pike said catching Karl Nambly off-guard.
	It wasn’t too late in the day, but Karl was cautious just the same.  
	‘Would you like to see the girls naked?’ it was a quick invasive question catching Karl off-guard.
	“Yes.” He answered aloud and then seemed alarmed that he had admitted something so secret.
	“It’s alright,” smiled Pike showing the man the illicit mind altering device.
	“Oh my God!” the man exclaimed.  He firstly was alarmed, then had the “want” in his eyes.  Having an EMAD meant unleashing great inhibited desires—along with his manhood (that was still raging hard in his pants.)
	“Care for a demonstration?”

	At the car the girls had commandeered the front seat of a typical modern day family sedan—the boy, Paul, was pissed and wanted in the front and was looking for Sergeant Slaughter that was “lost behind enemy lines.”  The girls didn’t care and made some comment that if they found they were going to put Sergeant Slaughter out of his misery—but then the girls giggled with sister Sara blushing as she hinted that maybe the Army toy would go on a stinky mission.
	Paul wasn’t sure what that meant but it pissed him off even more.
	Daddy Karl was receptive to Pike’s “demonstration” suggestion.  He was curious and only slightly alarmed.  But curiosity won out and he gave Pike equipped with an EMAD the go ahead.
	Right off from the get go the kids in the car were seduced.  They instantly settled down one by one by one.  Karl was awed.  “Whoa.” he said being totally mesmerized.  He knew what an EMAD was, everyone knew what an EMAD was.  

	It was Karl’s move.  He hesitated—unsure, apprehensive, concerned and worried.  Stepping over the boundary line meant there was no going back.  Opening the driver’s side door Karl peered in oohing and ahhing all the way.
	“I can make them—do stuff, er, something.”
	Karl nearly bumped his head bending back out of the car.
	“What?”
	“Well, uhm,” Pike felt strangely embarrassed, “either YOU can do it or I can instruct them to do it themselves.”
	“Do what?”
	“Take their—their pants down.”
	Karl blinked his eyes staring at his new friend.  “Oh.” he said.  Looking back in the car he stared at the closest girl, Amy, his daughter Sara’s best friend.
	“I-I don’t know,” Karl said stammering unsuredly, “if I can.”
	Pike helped the man out and sent the “instructions” to Amy.
	Amy received the instructions and slowly pushed down her shor-shorts.  Karl let out a long sigh—he was melting.  He nearly evaporated when Amy pushed down her panties.
	Doing anything in the parking lot was risky—so they went to Pike’s humble abode.  Pike half figured that Karl would simply get his senses and take off going home.  But he didn’t.  He followed Pike all the way—with Amy’s shorts and panties at her ankles!

	In the basement the kids were laid out and Pike offered the man a homemade beer.  The idiosyncrasies of the EMAD were explained and some SOME of what Pike had done thus far.  No details, no explicit details, just some highlights.
	The “erasure” feature of the short term memory got Karl’s interest.
	“Of course, any pain inflicted on their person they will know something.” Pike explained about breeching young cunnies (and other virgin territory) would be “felt” by the Subject afterwards.  But, the Subject could also be trained to ignore that discomfort or attest it to something else.
	It was all still confusing to Karl but he let it go.
	To show his faith, Pike slipped off his clothes and stood at the naked Amy Hindstock.  The lighting in the basement area was diffused so it cast a gentle light on the naked ten year old just nicely.  Karl stared—and stared—and then stared some more.  His mind even without the EMAD touch was blank.

	Down to business.
	Pike “went down” on Amy—leaving Karl’s daughter to Karl.
	Karl stood (clothed) but massaged his aching organ thru his pants.  Pike licked out on little Amy’s cunt determining her virgin status.  He pretty much determined that lo Karl wanted to fuck his daughter and do so in a bad way—he didn’t have the heart.  One, she was too young and his dick was too old.  He didn’t want to hurt her.
	Slowly did Karl peel himself out of his clothes.  His cock was manly at a little more than six inches.  It dripped cum.  Pike tried not to stare to take note of the manly dong suggesting that he might also be gay (along with a kidnapper, molester, etc.)
	As Karl tugged down his daughter’s shorts and panties—Pike got the strangest feeling.
	‘You’ve don’t this before?’ pants your daughter.
	Karl was sweating—his mind locked onto his young daughter.
	‘Yes.’ he answered in his mind.  More than once, too.
	But wait!  There’s more!
	There was another girl, Patrice.  She was eighteen and it had been some seven years since last he had been in her ass.  Been in her ass!?  The image of Patrice filled Karl’s mind—the image of Patrice in a bathroom, pants/panties at her ankles, up against the toilet being spanked with a bare hand and at times a belt for some infraction or other.  Then, when the ass flesh was tomato red—out came Karl’s dong.
	From when she was about nine to twelve Karl the Disciplinarian walloped the girl’s bare ass with only when she was eleven actually “putting it to her.”  After she had turned twelve the mystic of doing extra to her fell away and the girl suppressed the anal torment.
	Only recently had Karl gotten his way with daughter number two.  The thing with Sara was, though, Sara hardly did anything to warrant the mistreatment.  And Karl hadn’t had the time or opportunity to shove his fuckstick into her ass.  But he wanted to. 
	‘And Patrice?’
	‘Yeah, that bitch, too.’
	Karl also had a wife he’d like to “put it to” and then some.
	Karl was becoming more and more interesting.  The man sniffed his daughter’s panties, then “went down” on her; licking her out with a fever pitch.  It was if the man were starving; hadn’t eaten in days—he really went after it!
	‘Have you been in HER ass?’ inquiring mind wanted to know.
	‘No’ just bare ass spanking.

	Karl HAD gotten his cock out and up against Sara’s ass AND had tried anal penetration after severely bringing the girl’s emotional state to the point whereas she wasn’t aware of the anal ploy.  But she needed to be a little older to accept his Daddy dong.
	‘If she weren’t your daughter, would it matter?’
	Karl was too busy to actually answer proper—but the underlying answer was No.  If Sara was someone else’s kid then Karl would hold back nothing and not only pound her asshole—he’d enjoy her cunt, too.  And mouth, chest, ass again, and so on.
	Karl had potential!

*

A heaping helping of…
We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.

You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?

If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
 
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
 
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

Let's face it - English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren't invented in England .
We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes, 
 
we find that...
quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square,
and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing,
grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?

If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English 
should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.

In what other language do people
recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, 
 while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
 
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which 
 your house can burn up as it burns down, 
 in which you fill in a form by filling it.                               
 and in which an alarm goes off by going on.
And, in closing, if Father is Pop, 
 how come Mother's not Mop?

*

	Most men who “get together” usually play pool, watch some sporting event, or at the very least play poker.  Pike and Karl?  Enjoyed the delights of Karl’s kids all night long.  The thing with Karl, though, was—no penetration.  The desire to do so was there—but the actual event of penetration didn’t happen.

	What they did do, though, was a lot of rubbing.  Rubbing and humping, fingering—lots of fingering, and more humping.  Poor Karl was hard pressed to keep himself curtailed.  Very muchly did he want to shove his Daddy fuckstick into his daughter AND her friend.  And as the night wore on and Pike lightly helped himself to humping on Sara’s friend, Amy, Karl obliged himself to hump the ass of his son, Paul.
	When the two naughty men grew weary of their doings they left the children to sleep and went upstairs to have some brews.  It was a little odd (a lot odd) to go around naked with another man—both men felt a little embarrassed but the beers helped and the talk of the EMAD downplayed the discomfiture.
	Karl just couldn’t put himself into Sara, or Amy (or Paul.)  But he sure did want to.  So again, Pike put it to him—‘what if they weren’t your girls?’
	That was still a toughie.  If the girls weren’t his—Karl didn’t know.  Not for sure.  Maybe.  But in reality he would prefer them to be a little older, at least twelve, more likely thirteen.
	Pike was cool with that.
	“Starla.”
	“What?” Pike asked.
	Karl was taken aback that he had blurted out the name.
	“Oh, uhm, a girl—a girl from my church.”
	“How old?”
	“Thirteen.”
	Thirteen.  Perfect.

What’s a little overindulgence among friends?
	Karl’s lust for his family was endearing.  He couldn’t get enough and the pressure of keeping his dick out of Sara and Amy frustrated him.  And it was of note that the lust for schlepping his schlong into son Paul was also hard pressure for him, too.
	Humping.  Lots and lots of humping on the skin with serious driving force against the girls’ slits.  With Sara, Karl was very nearly making vaginal entry as his throbbing hard cum slicked up cock pressed right there to her entrance.  But he didn’t want to hurt her.  
	With young Paul, Karl more than very nearly made anal entry—but when the young boy made a face despite the EMAD nixing his mind to ignore pain, Karl ceased the backdoor attempt.

	So it was humping-humping-humping all the night to the early morning hours.  Thereafter, the kids were cleaned up and Pike spent several minutes with the kids “fixing” their young minds so as they would be somewhat naughty with their Daddy.  Amy, too, was in on the deal—to be submissive and to do so without blabbing it to anyone.
	Karl was pleased.  When the conditions at home were right—like the wife not in the house—then the kids would happily go about naked and not be bothered with Daddy Karl also naked.  The kids, too, would gleefully play with Karl’s cock, suck it, and let him hump on them any way he liked.
	But penetration was one thing Karl really wanted.
	Enter Starla Jonas.
	Starla Jonas was a thirteen year old red headed gal, nice tits, great shapely body, tight ass.  She mostly and usually wore jeans—tight jeans.  At church, Karl had seen the girl occasionally in a dress—but not often.  She was bright, bubbly, and warmed the cockles of Karl’s cock.  Very muchly did he want to see her naked—even more so riding his face!
	Her favorite color was yellow.  When Pike saw her he wanted to see her naked, too.  The girl had lots of potential; Pike wanted to know if the girl was a virgin.  He kinda doubted it but would like to know for sure.  The girl was intoxicating!
	Equally intoxicating were her friends Georgette and Peggy.
	Of note, there were two girls a year older who were rivals of Starla and her friends.  An idea was forming in Pike’s naughty noggin.  He smiled and told Karl about his special place, the remote cabin up on a desert hill.
	“I could take them all,” Pike said; but, he hadn’t the room in his jeep to cart them all.
	Karl smiled and showed him his custom van (at home). 

	The new season of teaching was upon him, there was still time to goof off but Pike had to soon go in to pick up his keys to his new classroom.  Orientation and other meetings that were atypical of being a teacher.  That was a week away.  Then there were two weeks before Opening Day.
	The shenanigans at Karl’s house was going along well.  Very well.  Karl’s wife was an officer in a medium sized cooperation and was not in the house all that much.  When she was—she was equally busy and didn’t have a lot of time for “family” stuff.
	Pike’s attempt to “fix” her failed.  He could lull her mind and even blank it so as she wouldn’t notice the flagrant frivolity going on—but as far as “fixing” her mind so as she could be a participant or something like—didn’t work.

	Pike managed merely to lull her mind and blank it.  That allowed him to fuck her.  Karl didn’t mind.  By that time Karl was penetrating Sara and Amy’s asshole—this after much ado about fingering their backdoors and inserting various sized implements (dildos and candles.)
	Full anal penetration, though, still was not possible.
	Karl, too, was poking his way up his son’s asshole (and he liked it!)
	The kids would willing “act” and obey any command given to them; Karl’s wife would merely remain as a zombie-like person and be acted upon.  And at length, Pike and Karl double teamed her for a double penetration.  Karl still wanted to fuck the bejesus out of Starla.

	Karl’s van was a custom vehicle having basic RV/camping measures.  The tires were fatter, the suspension, engine, and transmission all updated to take on the rigors of off-roading on questionable roads.  The interior had been upgraded, insulated and refurbished with noise suppression as well as plumbing, electrical, and air conditioning.  A solar panel on the roof helped the new appliances and ensured no electrical breakdowns.
	The cab was separated from the rest of the elongated vehicle via a partition that the pass-thru had a curtain attachment.  In the cargo/passenger area there was the sink and cabinetry, small refrigerator, a long sofa, two swivel captain’s chairs, and a bed positioned width wise at the rear where the two swinging outward doors were sealed shut via welded shut.
	There, too, was an escape located in the roof in case the van rolled over or something.  It was a wide vehicle and a little more stout than most.  Karl spent a lot of time on it with the soul purpose of taking the kids out into the wilds of the desert and associative hills and mountains.
	On the selected evening to abscond with a Subject or two, Karl’s niece, Caitlynn Marie made her appearance.  Karl didn’t like Caitlynn, she was twelve and “a pain in the ass kid.” according to Karl.  
	“Maybe she needs “disciplinarian action.”” Pike smiled.
	Karl thought it over—about two seconds.  Then he nodded, “you could be right.” He only hoped that the EMAD lived up to its reputation of mind wiping and fixing.  Pike held his little secret in reserve about mind clearing…
	There, too, were two girls, Lucy and Maggie, who were of interest.
	The interest was piqued when it was learned that Lucy and Starla had it in for each other.  Lucy accused Starla of boyfriend stealing.  Starla did no such thing—she and the boyfriend in question, Adam Quince, were “just friends.”  Lucy didn’t buy it and despite being a “Christian” girl hated Starla.

	Pike formed an idea while visiting the church of his friend.  His mind was already frapped by the shenanigans at Karl’s house—he very muchly, too, wanted to sink his pud into Karl’s girls (and boy.)  In due time—due time.
	But first!
	First to grace the inside of the custom van was Starla.  Pike easily instructed the perky girl to make her way this way and that until she was out at the van.  On the sliding door side the two horny men sandwiched the girl.  There was nothing but parking lot on that side of the van, the lot butted up against a large open field—the lot was fenced in and there were no cars close (along with no church goer close, either.)
	There wasn’t time but Pike and Karl stole the time to fondle Starla out.  Karl, behind the girl, squeezed her breasts contained inside a yellow top with frills.  For thirteen she had a nice rack.  Pike enjoyed fingering the girl between her legs.  His cock surged with passion rising even more.
	With the a/c going to keep the van’s interior cool, Starla was guided inside the din where she was calmly “put to sleep”.  Thereafter, Pike and Karl returned to the church where the other various Subjects roamed freely during the evening service.  Usually, the midweek evening service didn’t result in a lot of participation—but a small concert put on by some of the teens and younger ones was in progress with activities in the gym and nearby park.  Summer events, the last gasp of freedom before the rigors of schooling beset the masses.
	Starla Jonas, Caitlynn Marie, Georgette Vasquez and Peggy Gibson would be the “first.”  There were many potential Subjects all worthy of taking a special trip out of town.  But taking too many all at once was risky.
	And from a stop before leaving town, Norman Beweller also joined in the fray.  Necessities were needed to stock the van, the plan was to at least spend the night out at the remote cabin, but that could change to as many as three to four days.  Even more!
	Karl’s wife was “out of town” and the kids were spending quality time with their grandparents.  Karl took time off from his own work and had time to spare.  His mind was in uproar with what the planned out of town experience would bring with the primary purpose of having outrageous sex with them.  Outrageous!
	The EMAD was working well; Pike had worked on the mind altering device, adding more programming and heat sink to wick away the heat from the processors.  While at the convenience store, Pike’s interest was once more piqued by some activity behind the store.
	Behind the store was a small alley with a brick fence head high.  Beyond the fence was a neighborhood.  The first house had commotion that brought Pike to enter into Shimmer Mode.  He told his sidekick “back in a few” and didn’t explain the Shimmer effect.  He hoped the special “cargo” would remain mind locked during his absence.

	In a back room of a small 1940s style house with small front yard and huge backyard that was unmowed and in serious need of care, a young boy about twelve was getting spanked.  Bare assed spanked—by his Mom.  Pike was enthralled and felt the need to “get involved.”
	It was not the lack of care to the backyard the boy, Norman, was receiving punishment for.  The boy was totally nude and lain across the lap of a very pissed off Mom.  The Mom looked a little haggard, no wedding ring, mid thirties, auburn hair all mused up, cocktail dress.  So angered was she that her words were inaudible as she wailed relentlessly on her twelve year old son’s ass.
	Norman flailed about so trying to stop the abuse but his Mom despite her size and being a woman was strong and she easily pinned her son into position and walloped his bare ass to a high shade of red.
	Standing in the hallway crying were a naked eight and four year old girl.  Pike was curious and figured that the boy had been caught naked with his siblings.  Good guess.  It was wondered, though, if the boy had been naughty with the girls.
	The Mom was pissed-pissed-pissed and yelled at the boy, jerking him to a standing position where she grabbed his dick and “wrenched” it.  Norman yelled out temporarily forgetting about the pain to his ass.  His Mom twisted his dick and then seriously began to yank on it very nearly pulling the member off!
	Pike finally put a stop to the abuse.
	The woman looked as if though she were about to puke as she bobbed her head back and forth trying to breathe.  She blinked her eyes excessively and blew out her breath.  Finally, though, she settled and became a zombie.
	Norman stood with his mind in a lock struggling to “get a grip.”
	Norman’s sisters, Teri and Gabby, stood fingering themselves in a so-so mind lock.  They were too young and too upset to be fully mind frapped.  They didn’t see Pike, though, so that was good.  Norman was left along for the moment while Pike naughty-naughty Pike took a moment with the girls.
	It was a sure bet that Karl would have likened to be in on the deal.  But he was minding the store—so to speak.  Pike would keep the tidbit information to himself.  
	The eight year old, Teri, was a cutey; long light brown hair, heavenly blue eyes, and a sweet young naked body.  On close inspection, Pike found sperm stains on her cunny and face.  The same was on the four year old, Gabby.  Brother Norman was a naughty-naughty boy.
	Licking his fingers, Pike felt out the naked Teri.  It was a nice feel.  The girl’s cunny was not as intact as it should be.  Brother Norman was VERY naughty!  Probing the girl’s mind didn’t work.  That was a bummer.  
	Though there was no time, Pike “whipped it out” and rubbed it against the girl’s butt—then turned her to gouge himself up and down her crack.  Her asshole was still virginal.  Pike humped her ass with great effort on probing her asshole.
	It would take more time (and some lubrication) to make the full effort so Pike stopped and settled on gliding his cock between her legs whilst she was still “bent over.”  That was pleasing.  His hands went up and down her little body, reaching around to finger her pussy and knowing that Karl would love to be there…
	Little Gabby got some of Pike’s attention; mostly fingering.
	No penetration had occurred to the littlest sibling, she was just coated with pre-teen cum; pussy, asshole, and face.  Pike fingered the little girl’s cunt, opening her legs and pressing his prick against her cunt gliding his manhood against her cunt as they lay on their sides and Pike behind her.
	When the gobs of cum came there was no stopping and due to the EMAD’s strange workings working also off of Pike’s brain wave—the Mom and Son became temporarily “aware.”  But so stunned were they from the effects of the EMAD that they didn’t fully comprehend what the hell was going on—giving Pike the time to reinitialize their minds back to zombie not-aware mode.
	The interruption pissed Pike off.
	The boy was of some interest.  Pike felt of the young ass and was sexual enchanted.  The boy was deeply upset due to the bare ass spanking AND having his willy mangled.  Due to the overtaxing of the EMAD there was no mind probing.  That was ok.
	Pike caressed the boy that turned his attention to the Mommy.
	Lorianne Beweller wasn’t a bad dame, she worked as a waitress at the truckstop and had a decent body.  Just overworked, no hubby to tend to the children so she had to do the household chores and take over being both the Mommy and Daddy.  Tough gig.
	Down came Lorianne’s panties; her cocktail skirt was pulled off and there she was.  Pike cursed his luck knowing Karl would LOVE to be in on the deal.  Next time.  
	Getting Lorianne’s top off and then her bra took some time—he felt the familiar wave of dizziness sweep over him and then noted young Norman peeing!  The boy stood mindless relieving himself in his Mom’s bedroom.  Pike spread Lorianne’s legs and drove his hard throbbing cock into her womanness and “went to town.”
	It had been awhile since Lorianne had last gotten laid.  Pike laid and then some.  She wasn’t too snug but the fit was good anyways to bring Pike to a satisfying orgasm.  
	No time to rest; he gave Lorianne a healthy wash of hot man juice, tweaked her nipples then (for good measure and “just fucking because”) spanked her.  Not hard and not long.  He had other things to do.  
	Norman had been naughty with his siblings, jerking off on them, humping against them with attempts at penetration.  The boy wanted to fuck, to sink his pud into pussy, asshole, mouth hole.  He was getting off in the girls’ mouths but he wanted more.
	‘let’s run away.’
	Seemed like a good idea.
	Pike dressed the boy, minus his undies and out the backdoor they went slinking back to the van.
*

	“Turn left right up here.” Pike said.
	The heavy encumbered van slowed; the brakes grumbled as they grabbed and the heavy unit made the turn.
	“Ten miles.” Pike said.  He had a headache, his vision was blurry, and even with the a/c cranked HI with two vents on him—he was hot.  The EMAD usage was to blame.
	“Watch your temp gauge,” Pike said fondly remembering his car’s troubles, “we start going up about six miles in.”
	The hour was late and the air outside was still quite warm.  A huge can o’ proverbial worms had been opened up—absconding away the girls  from the church and then the boy added at the last minute—astounding!
 	Hopefully the EMAD would work well enough to fuck with their minds where they wouldn’t remember what had happened to them—other than the other option (pushing them off into the gorge.)
	Fumiko and Michelle.  Pike told his new friend of those two first ones.  He didn’t mention the cop, though, or the teen hikers.  Maybe later.  Fumiko and Michelle, though, had been in the news lately, they didn’t remember Pike specifically, but their ordeal had come to light via hypnosis and other factors.  The details were still sketchy, though.

	Starla had pissed herself.  It thrilled Pike.  He still felt a little ill but chalked it up to the outside conditions rather than the mitigating situation regarding the EMAD and his naughty doings.  With Starla a little more herself (but still controllable) she was guided up the steep hillside path to the cabin.  For the purposes of environment and mindset, the girl’s hands were tied behind her to help elude to the girl’s mind that she had been kidnapped.
	Karl brought up his niece whose level of “awareness” was acute—that is to say she was very muchly aware of her situation but the fact of “who” was responsible for kidnapping remained (thankfully) elusive.  She fussed and tried wrenching away from her kidnapper yelling,
	“You better let me the fuck go you sorry bastard!”
	Pike was amused at the girl’s “mouth.”  Karl shrugged it off, it was not so shocking as the girl was indeed “mouthy”.  He swatted her ass and then pinched her nipples, “Settle down missy, you’d better settle down or it’s gonna get a lot worse—a hell of a lot worse.”
	His voice was changed to that of some maniacal gruff serial killer.  But then Karl Nambly was a bit of an actor had had special abilities to change his voice to fit a specific part.
	Bratty bitch Caitlynn Marie surprisingly settled down.  She cried a little, just a little, stood continuing to twist and also, like Starla, had pissed her pants.
	Georgette Vasquez wasn’t a happy camper, either, and fought Pike all the way up to the cabin where she was abruptly bent over a hitching post and walloped on the ass right then and there.  The girl settled almost immediately.
	Norman Beweller was frightened of his situation—but was not a security threat.  The boy was naturally concerned but after a brief talk to from Pike, the boy settled.  
	“You’re Mom was wrong in spanking you.” pause  “Perfectly normal to be naughty with your siblings.”
	Norman didn’t know what to say, so he ripped a little toot and then was embarrassed by it.
	“We’re going to have a fun time together,” Pike said with a devilish smile, “and you can be a part of it willingly, or not so willing.”
	Norman was too young to fully grasp the elusive sentiment.
	“Do you want to be a willing participant?”
	“Doing what?”
	Pike smiled and led him to the front of the cabin.

	The need to pee overwhelmed the embarrassment level—somewhat.  Starla still had to pee and was greatly embarrassed that she had already pissed herself.  Georgette had to pee and on the sly Peggy Gibson indicated that she, too, had to “go.”
	The EMAD was working splendidly.
	Starla resisted the command “take off your clothes”.  She made faces as if she were hearing a foreign language AND being socked in the stomach.  She shook her head and said “no” but her hands said Yes.
	Total shock was Starla when she saw her hands working independent from herself.  She didn’t understand and stood shaking her pretty blond head trying to comprehend what was going on.
	‘resistance is futile.’
	Slowly-very slowly the girl undone her tight jeans and pushed them down.  Then her hands were her own again, but only to a limited capacity.
	“Let me go.” demanded Caitlynn Marie.
	Uncle Karl gave her pert little ass a swift smack that temporarily at least silenced her.  She had never been spanked (let alone disciplined.)
	“Your acceptance of your fate is imperative.”
	“What does that mean?” Starla asked still trying to make sense of what was happening to her, and why.
	“It means, my dear, “do what the fuck I say” or suffer punishment.”
	Starla gulped.  
	Georgette lost composure and began to cry.
	Peggy stood with mouth open and mind in a blur.
	Starla peed (again.)  A long hard steady pee, right thru her panties.  

	As darkness settled upon them and the coolness of the evening soon followed, the festivities in the remote cabin began.  Starla was the first to be nude.  She was in some mild shock as her confusion about how she was following commands without really wanting to.  Once completely shed of her clothing she stood trembling slowly-slowly realizing her dire situation and finally understanding that she was under the control of an EMAD.
	Starla also learned that resistance was futile and trying to resist only warranted a sharp slap to her bare ass.  The girl was frightened and knew that before it was over she would raped—among other things.
	“It’s quite simple, my dear,” said the Leader (with the EMAD) “do as you are told and you will come thru this just fine and be returned to where you came from.”
	“But,” warned the same man, “piss me off, don’t do what I tell you, cause a fuss or a ruckus and you will regret it.  Got it?”

	Holding back the tears and other emotions the girl nodded her head rapidly that she “got it.”  It didn’t make her any better but she got it.  And then she “got it.”  The Leader Man caressed her ass, squeezed it, then began fingering her pussy.
	“Tell me the truth,” the man asked, “are you a virgin?”
	Starla pursed her lips and was horrified at the invasive question.  She didn’t want to answer but had no choice.  Shyly she shook her head, No.
	Pike smiled and fingered the girl’s cunt—digging his fingers deep into her fuckable cunt that had been fucked—more than once.  Starla, despite the earlier warning freaked.  Stamping her feet, wailing, twisting her thirteen year old body—only resulted in her getting bent over the spool wire table and walloped on the ass until the flesh turned bright red.  Then she was jerked up and pressed against the wall that was a tin sheet still warm from the day’s heat.
	“You don’t listen so good, missy,” seethed the man, “that was a warning and your last,” do as your told or you will regret it.
	Starla could only wail.  Pike let her wail but still held off using the full power of the EMAD on her.  It would make her a zombie and he wanted a little more “life” to the girl.
	Karl held his niece to him—she remained oblivious to her Uncle and referred to him as “bastard”.  Fucking bastard.  She wrenched, twisted, stamped her feet, and tried even to fake submission so as he would release his grip.  Karl didn’t and the girl got pissed.  Enthused by what Pike had done to the reluctant Starla, Karl yanked his niece about throwing her across his lap and bringing a reign of swats to her ass.
	Bratty niece Caitlynn Marie fussed even more.  It turned her Uncle on and forcefully he yanked her tight jeans down.  The girl was freaking and beginning to be a bit of a bother to hold securely.  Enter Norman Beweller.  The boy came over—on his own—and held Caitlynn’s shoulders.  Pike smiled and Karl was relieved.  Caitlynn Marie’s pants were yanked down to her unsecured ankles and a new round of spanking commenced.
	Pike stared at Starla, “It’s a lot better if you simply “go along.””
	Starla nodded—her emotional state, though, couldn’t be helped.  But that was understandable.  Pike returned to fingering her, then fondling her lovely teenage breasts before removing his own clothing.
	“Oh my God!” blurted Geogette.
	Pike stood with a raging boner; he stroked the organ, waggled it, then whispered, “suck me.”
	Starla gulped and felt sick—but slid down to her knees and performed the command as told to do so.

	She made faces as she sucked cock.  It couldn’t be helped.
	“Have you sucked cock before?” came the next invasive question.
	Starla nodded while she continued to suck that she had.
	A boyfriend, Mick, she had blown as well as a favorite cousin.  Mick was her age, the cousin was three years older.  Both boys had cum in her mouth. 
	“Were you naked with them?”
	“Yes.” 
	Total nudity with both boys but only full out and out sex with Mick.  Cousin Arnold got to finger her out, gawk at her cunt, and a blowjob.
	“Ever been naughty with anyone else?”
	The invasive question drove deep into the girl.  It was a secret.  She begged not to reveal her naughtiness but fear of spanking and “other” brought out that she had occasionally fondled/fingered some boys in her care.
	Tony, Ned, and Cary.
	Three boys from five years to seven years.  
	“What did you do?” Pike pried further.
	Under dire duress, Starla submitted that she had bathed with all three boys; with Tony being five years young she had sucked his pee-pee, fondled it, and got him to “rub” against her (pussy.)  She did the same with Ned but got Ned to pee on her.  Ned was six and the most handsome of the three.  With seven year old Cary—out and out sex.  The boy got a decent erection and naughty-naughty Starla got him to lay on her and grind against her cunt until finally getting him IN to her cunt.
	After the admission, Pike’s cock exploded into her mouth.  His cum filled her mouth and then anointed her breasts.  He had lots more to give; he paused in ejaculating to hump her face.  His balls went right up against her mouth—the girl took them (on her own) and sucked.  Well, they were right there!
	Laid out on the wood wire spool that served as a table, Starla stared up to the tin roof and wooden support rafters; her fingers clenching the edge of the table as the naked man put his cock into her cunt.  Getting dicked by her boyfriend was one thing—he had a decent dick but he was pretty much a virgin and was cumming off almost as soon as the head of his dick was in her sex.  A few healthy pumps and he was done.
	Starla’s kidnapper on the hand—drove his prick SLOWLY into her sex, gyrated around and then SLOWLY pulled out.  Then repeated his plunging into gliding all the way filling her teenage cunt to the max.  And though she wanted to deny it—it felt good.

	The whole event of being kidnapped for sexual purposes was appalling.  Sure she was a naughty girl herself molesting the boys she babysat for—but she didn’t think she deserved getting herself kidnapped and then raped!
	But the man was fairly gentle.  He was determined—but gentle.  The sting to her ass she still felt.  She knew, too, that her virgin asshole would probably be crammed with the man’s dick.  She had already sucked it so how much more abuse was there to be?

	Caitlynn Marie was having a time—she was pinned and her ass was on fire.  A boy’s dick was in her mouth, too.  During the course of her mistreatment, young Norman grew upset with the girl’s continuing rantings.
	“Put a cork in her!” growled Pike from the table.
	Karl smacked and then squeezed his niece’s ass—but she refused to keep quiet.  Norman had screaming sisters and sometimes he had a way to silence them.  Karl and Norman locked eyes; Karl wasn’t sure what the willing boy was going to do but he was willing to let him do it.
	Norman simply unzipped his pants and hauled out his throbbing cock and jammed it into Caitlynn’s mouth.  That shut her up.  Norman thrust himself in to the hilt and power fucked her mouth.  Then, continuing to hold her shoulders, he smiled an awkward smile to Karl and Karl slid his niece’s panties down.

	Georgette was a pussy virgin, but she admitted to giving handjobs and taking it in the ass.  No oral.  One boyfriend she was close to letting him peg her cunt; a prior boyfriend had gotten up her ass and she had taken a shower with another boyfriend.  No sex, just showering.
	With Starla on the bed, Georgette took her place on the table, laying down on it.  The naughty naked man caressed her ass, spanked it, then put his face to it licking her crack and especially her hole.  Georgette was greatly embarrassed and frightened for her life.  
	Starla lay curled up on the bed whimpering blinking her eyes excessively trying to get a grip on what was happening to her and why.  She figured it was God punishing her for being mischievous wayward ways.  
	On the table, after having her ass explored, Georgette braced as the naughty man behind slapped her inside thighs forcing her legs open.  She knew what was next.

	Karl’s cock throbbed hard as he watched his new pal stand up against Georgette Vasquez.  The girl clenched the table as the man’s meaty manhood penetrated her asshole.
	“Oh God!” she cried out as a massive prong pushed its way into her.
	With a firm grip on her ass hips, the massive prong pushed its way into her.  The girl couldn’t help but fidget as the presence of the massive prong was a little more than uncomfortable.
	The pounding commenced soon thereafter.
	Norman, meanwhile, pulled out of Caitlynn Marie’s mouth, shucked his pants then came around to the girl’s tortured ass.  Karl parted her cheeks and Norman made anal entry.

	Karl sat with his cock pressed hard against his niece’s belly.  Young Norman Beweller pumped steadily into the girl’s asshole further turning horndog Karl on more and more.  Watching the boy’s hip action pumping, his young testicles slapping hard, and the fact that his young niece was “getting hers” just made the situation all the more exciting.
	Across the way at the table, Pike humped Georgette into delirium.  The girl flailed about but was well pinned.  If she fussed too much she got smacked on a hip.

	Sweat poured off of young Norman as he pumped relentlessly into Caitlynn Marie.  Finally he began to strain with his pumping action slowing to stretch his cock as the jutting of personal love juices began to spurt.  Karl found himself caressing the boy’s ass, squeezing the cheeks and becoming incredibly enthused by the whole ordeal.
	It was by far the most incredible sex young Norman had ever had.  Pulling out the boy fell away grasping his smoldering schlong almost in agony.  “Holy fuck!” he announced as he collapsed to the floor.
	Karl continued to abuse his niece, spanking her for all the times she had deserved one but never got one (from her parents); then spanking her for “good measure” before standing her up and ripping off her top and bra.
	For a long while he stared near blankly at his niece.  Long had he wanted to do so—ever since she showed up (unannounced) at his door wanting to go swimming in his newly installed pool.  She had showed up with wearing a two-piece Hawaiian style bathing suit that cause Uncle Karl to go to the bathroom and seriously jerk off.
	The girl had a dynamite little body.  Unfortunately, she was spoiled fucking rotten.  Her parents let her get away with everything and anything; she was obnoxious, rude, precocious, and naïve.

	Standing naked with her ass on fire she was much calmer.  Karl fondled her breasts, tweaking the nipples and becoming more and more enamored with the twelve year old.  She breathed hard and a trickle of pee streamed from her pussy.
	Georgette lay up against the back of Starla while their mutual friend, Peggy, took her turn.  Peggy had seen her two friends spanked; she twisted greatly as she was wrenched to the table crying “NO!  NO!  NO!  I don’t want spanked!” nothing about being fucked in the ass, though.
	“You do as you’re told?” Pike asked holding her arm tightly.
	The girl couldn’t help but wrench as she was partly on the floor trying to get away and being held up tightly by the horrible naked naughty man.
	“YES!” cried out the girl breaking down.
	With that, Pike stood her up warning—“If you run, make a break for it, misbehave in any way—you will be severely punished.  Understand?”
	Peggy wept uncontrollably but nodded that she understood.
	“You had better.” And with that, Pike ripped her top and bra off.
	The girl stood wriggling uncontrollably against the tin wall of the cabin while the horrible naked naughty man undone her pants.
	“I want you to do something for me,” he said.
	“What?”
	“Piss in your pants.” He smiled back to her.
	Peggy couldn’t believe what she was hearing—it made no sense.
	Pike provided her a soda.  Two sodas.  The girl was fed the drinks as her hands were still tied behind her.  Her mind was in total uproar—on the bed were her two friends, naked.  There was the naked boy and then the other man with Caitlynn Marie.  There was no understanding of what was going on.  Peggy drank the two sodas, had some pretzels and then half a bottle of water.  Then the horrible naked naughty man put his fingers into her cunt and began fingering her.
	“Virgin?”
	Nope.  Thomas Teggar had pegged her cunt and just her cunt.  She gave him a handjob AND a blowjob but one time only.  She didn’t like the taste of dick and wasn’t sure about getting laid, either.  
	Pike’s fingers worked her pussy thru her panties.  The girl clenched up all over and it was noticed that she was trying to hold off the release of her full bladder.
	“Pee of take punishment.” Pike warned.
	“Goddamn it.” The girl bitched.  She sighed and let go the flow.

	Pike squatted right before the girl, her dark jeans were just undone but still zipped up.  Suddenly the crotch area began to become “wet”.  Pike’s cock throbbed and it was like having sex without being in sex.  His eyes focused right on the crotch as the urine soiled the entire area trickling and soiling down the thighs.  When done, the pants were pulled down and Pike spent a minute staring at piss soaked pink panties.
	Slowly down came those pissed soaked panties.  Peggy wept, clenched, and then wept some more as she peed some more.  Pike was very enthralled as more piss squirted out of her barley hairy cunt.  His fingers worked the girl’s poon, rubbing gently and then determinately into the fleshly mound.  Vaginal exploration soon followed.
	Caitlynn Marie was steadied by the naked Norman while the girl’s Uncle helped her step out of her clothes.  Suddenly, the girl lashed out kneeing Karl square in the dangling nut sac.  And just as quickly she sent the heel of her foot into the nut sac of the boy behind her disabling them both.  Then she bolted for the door screaming “FUCKERS!”
	Karl reached for her grabbing her arm and twirling her.  Norman went to the floor.  Caitlynn spun around, lost her balance and stumbled crashing into the open door sill—finding the rough jagged edging of the door sill.  Caitlynn screamed to the top of her lungs as the sharp jagged edge of the tin ripped her side, arm, and ass.
	Pike rushed to her slapping his hand to the most serious wound stopping the flow of blood.  Mostly the skin was ripped causing the most pain.  Karl sputtered nursing his nugget sputtering “Goddamn fucking bitch!”
	“Stay here!” yelled Pike to Norman and as he moved out the door with Caitlynn Marie, “you bitches move and you’ll never fucking walk out of here alive!” and he meant it, too.

	“Where we going?” Karl asked stumbling blindedly in the dark, crashing into a pine tree and then a jutting boulder.
	“A secret place.” Pike told him.
	Caitlynn was in peril as the man strongly manhandled her uninjured elbow practically dragging her up a path.
	“Please let me go, Mister.” cried the girl in a more calmer voice. 

	“Not gonna happen, missy.” Pike told her.  “You either settle yourself down or it’s going to get worse.”  Pike was at the verge where he almost didn’t care.  He had an out—so to speak.  He could simply “push” the girl off into the gorge and if he so inclined go down and fetch her, bring her to the mysterious secret pool and viola!  Bring her back to life with a wiped mind.
	Pike thought seriously about that ‘cause if the girl’s mind was wiped, she just mind be a better person.  He’d bring it up sometime to the girl’s uncle.
	At the pool, Pike unceremoniously tossed the girl in.
	Karl came lumbering up, “What the fuck?”
	Pike wanted to keep the mysterious pond a secret; but,
	“Well, it has healing properties.” He simply stated.
	“What?” Karl asked curiously.
	Pike didn’t further explain but made way into the pool to the floundering Caitlynn Marie.  She was in total freak mode.  Pike grabbed her and pinning her to the wall of the pool, “Settle the fuck down!” he seethed into her ear.
	Caitlynn needed several minutes before that happened.
	“Hop in.” Pike said.
	So Karl did.

*

	“Come ‘ere.”
	“Why?”
	“’cause that one guy said so.”
	Georgette looked to Peggy, Peggy looked to Georgette.  Peggy shrugged, Georgette sighed and made her way to where the nude boy stood at the spool wire table.
	“We have to fuck.” Norman said.
	Georgette stared at him in utter awe and with a bit of “Huh?”
	“He said when he came back he’d better see us doing it or see cum coming out of your pussy.”
	Georgette was greatly taken aback utter “Oh my God.”
	“I’m not taking a beating.” declared Norman.

	“Me, either.” replied Georgette reluctantly.  Then, with a sigh, she hoped up onto the table, opened her legs, and presented herself.  Norman stroked his hard pud and gave a sidewise glance at the other girls who remained on the bed—watching.  Then he put himself between Georgette’s legs with his prick sliding nicely into the girl’s cunny.
	Georgette twisted, arched her back, and accepted the boy’s prong.
	Norman slid all the way in and began to pump jostling for a better position within the groove.  Due to the height of the table, the girl’s long body, young Norman could look down easier to see his penis sliding in and out of the girl’s cunt.  Sweat ran off of his face and yay his entire body was layered in a sheen layer of sex sweat.  He humped, pumped, and then began to strain.  The uncontrollable process of ejaculation took over and Norman reeled in the finale of “having sex.”
	As the “finale” collapsed—so did Norman.  He lay his head on the heaving belly area of the girl he had just fucked—the relief of “having sex” justified his lack of energy.  His dick flopped out spilling seed onto the degrading floorboards.

	“Didn’t you have a big scratch on your knee?”
	The scratch was from the jutting boulder along the path leading up from the van to cabin.  It was a bruise on top of another bruise from days earlier when in his garage he had smacked the edge of a work table.  The jutting rock along the narrow footpath intensified his pangs as well as causing a slight bloody scrape.
	Karl checked his knee and was in some bewilderment.
	“It’s not there.” he declared.
	“Nope,” said Pike, “nor any other wounds, or scars, or any other injuries.”
	Karl was awed—and then some.  The mystification of the healing pond was astounding.  Astounding!
	“How’s your balls?” Karl asked.  It wasn’t intended as a gay inquiry.
	Karl was further astounded when sitting on the edge of the mysterious secluded pond he found that his testicles were normal and not in pain from being kneed by his bratty niece.
	“I don’t get it.” Karl admitted.
	“There’s nothing to get,” Pike said, “it’s a healing pond.”
	Norman was in utter awe—even more so when his bratty niece was hoisted up out of the water and the wound at her side was gone.  Completely healed!

	“Holy shit!” Karl exclaimed.
	Pike held back the other attributes of the pond.  Karl was totally flipped—the revelation was stunning even more so than was the exact possibilities of an EMAD.  An EMAD could stop wars; a possessor of an EMAD could be the world’s greatest Hero, spy, or villain.  An EMAD could be used in the Courts to find out the exact truths; an EMAD had endless possibilities—both good and bad.
	The healing properties of the pond were equally so.
	“But this has to remain a secret.” Pike warned.
	Karl stared near blankly to Pike—then to the crystal water gentle lapping at the edge of the rock lip.
	“Yeah,” he said slowly, “or everyone will use it and it’ll dry up.”
	“Exactly.”
	A little silence and then, “Well, let’s get this bitch back to the cabin and finish up.” 
	Caitlynn Marie still wrenched and was not aware that she had been healed—in facts, she forgot about and tried everything in her power to be a problem.  She kicked at the two men, cussed, and practically had to be dragged back to the cabin.  Pike and Karl grabbed an elbow each and returned to the cabin where the girl was basically worn out by then.
	Upon entering the cabin, Norman stood from the table where Peggy lay sprawled—cum oozing out of her cunt and dripping out of Norman’s dick.  Pike smiled.  ‘he’s one of us.’ he said to himself.
	“Settle down!” bitch Karl to his niece.  
 	The girl refused saying “You better let me go you fuckers!”
	She wrenched, tried to kick and lash out and break away from Karl’s grasp.  Pike had had enough and went to the open kitchen area selecting a nine inch cast iron skillet.  Karl nodded—he was in total agreement.
	“But I think she needs more.” Pike said subtly and he placed the skillet on the pot bellied stove.  Karl smiled and brought the pissed off Caitlynn to the table where with Norman’s help she was held down (until the skillet was warmed up.)
	Starla, Georgette, and Peggy sat on the bed with their mouths open.
	“Oh my fucking God!” blurted Starla.  The girls couldn’t believe what they were seeing—after several minutes of the skillet on the hot Franklin stove, the one nude man brought the skillet over and smacked hard against Caitlynn’s bare ass.
	The girl freaked and went berserk.

	Another smack and then another and another.  The pan’s searing intensity lessoned and was returned to the stove.  Karl caressed his niece’s ass; Norman got another intense erection and was given the go ahead to “put it to her.”  So the boy did.
	Pike then went and presented himself before the horror-stricken trio on the bed.  For a moment the girls stared thru him watching as the boy “put it to” the other girl.  Then the trio on the bed stared at the nude man’s cock he was waggling for attention before them.
	“Suck it.” Pike said in a demanding tone.
	None of the three made for the waggling cock.
	“Suck it, or take the skillet instead.”
	Take the skillet instead!?  The prospect of being beaten on the bare ass by the skillet was one none of the girls wanted at all.  They clenched up, crossing their legs and vied for grabbing the cock offering.  Pike was spellbound by the nudity of the girls—seldom did he take the time to really look his Subjects over once he had them out of their clothes.  He marveled at them; he was enchanted by nudity—girls and boys alike.  It gave great cause for his cock to harden even more.
	Georgette was the first to press her lips to Pike’s prick.  Gently he caressed her face and then gently moved her head down to fully take the love tool.  The girl had a nice body, decent tits, and a superb manner of pleasing his skin flute.  
	“Lay down.” he told the other girls.  Starla and Peggy laid down.
	“Get underneath her.” Peggy was commanded.  
	Georgette raised her hips and Peggy moved to position herself underneath.  Georgette then settled down onto her friend’s face and Peggy began (as per instructed) licking gash.
	Starla whimpered and sobbed as she lay with her legs open fingerbanging herself.
	Karl climbed onto the table, positioning himself under his niece’s head bringing her mouth down onto his throbbing dong.
	Caitlynn Marie cried out but her cries were muffled by the presence of a very healthy man dick filling her mouth.  With a handful of her hair the naughty uncle not so nicely brought her head up and down his phallic trying to jam his cock literally down her throat.
	Norman took it all in—smiling and gawking at the sight as his pre-teen schlong slammed up into the girl’s asshole.  Caitlynn’s ass flesh was still incredibly searing hot fascinating the young boy to no end.

	Although his cock had spurted and spurted hard in Caitlynn’s ass, young Norman maintained a healthy hard-on.  After pulling out of the girl’s tormented ass, the boy spanked it with his cock, gouged the crack and paused to ogle his cum oozing out of the inflamed hole.  Then he made his way over to the bed.
	Stroking his cock he stared at the goings on on the bed; Starla continued to fingerbang her pussy while Georgette continued to suck dong.  Peggy continued to suck twat.
	Norman masturbated getting turned on more and more.
	The “go ahead” came from the sweating Pike; Norman, all smiles, went to Starla and mounted her.  The girl clenched the bedding, closed her eyes, and got thoroughly fucked.
	Pike watched the boy hump Starla, his like for “boys” equally increased his love tool in Georgette’s mouth causing him to fire off a delicious round of fresh hot man spunk.  Georgette began to gag and sputter as her mouth was filled to capacity with cock meat and cum.
	Norman concentrated on fucking Starla; his eyes focused on her jiggling teen titties, his sweat dripping down onto her nakedness, his cock thrusting deeply into her sex.  The girl thrashed side to side and tried desperately not to get into getting fucked.
	On the table, Karl had brought his bratty bitch of a niece up onto him.  The girl straddled her Uncle; his meaty fuck stick sliding up into her fuckable pre-teen cunt—his hands locked tightly onto her yummy ass.  Caitlynn’s legs spread outward over her Uncle’s straight legs—Pike admired the girl’s ass and spread and as the man’s cock went sliding up into her cunt his own pud increased yet again in Georgette’s mouth.
	Norman only went three minutes before succumbing to some sort of orgasm—just the sensation.  He pumped vigorously, strained, then pumped some more before pulling out and humping the Starla’s gash.  A little bit of sperm squirted out then he, on his own, crawled up the girl’s chest for a titty fuck.  Pike once more was enamored by the boy—focusing on the lad’s pillowy soft white ass…

*

the cock crowed at midnight
	“What is that?”
	“An owl.”
	“Really?”
	Apparently, young Norman Beweller had never-ever heard an owl hoot.  The hour was late and some time after midnight; inside the remote rustic miner’s cabin all was well—a little stinky, sticky, sweaty, and exhausted, but well.  Most were sleeping.  Out on the porch Pike and young sidekick, Norman, sat drinking beer, chewing jerky, and relaxing.
	An owl in a nearby pine tree hooted.
	Bats could be heard giving off their high pitch squeak.
	A breeze lightly stirred thru the boughs and all was well.
	“So what’s up for tomorrow, er, when the sun comes up?”
	Pike swigged his beer, farted, and let out his breath musing, 
	“Well, pretty much more of the same.”
	Norman nodded his head and swigged his own beer commenting, 
 	“Cool”
	Silence came between them—save for the pesky owl.  At length, after consuming his second beer, young Norman rose up, stretched, stymied a fart, and stepped away to the side of the cabin and there he began to pee.  Pike came up behind him during the middle of his pee and after waggling his sore aching cock he also began to pee.  
	The moonlight bathed the naked boy as he peed.  Pike’s attention once more took the lad’s nakedness in—giving him cause to get stiff.  His cock was already sufficiently worn out and then some and ached terribly, but he was aroused just the same.
	Norman finished his pee; he noticed the naked man beside him stroking himself.  What the boy’s exact thoughts were were unknown as he kept them to himself and the naked man didn’t pry.  There was a bit of awkwardness as the young Norman didn’t know just what he should do or was expected of him.  
	After rubbing his ass and then his cock, Norman sidestepped from the puddle he had created (very nearly, though, stepping in the puddle Pike had created) and sashayed to the hitching post where after leaning onto the old wooden rail that used to secure mules, he spread his legs.
	Pike came up, assessed the boy’s nakedness, ass, and stance.  His cock was just about at its limit of being pleased.  After fucking Georgette’s mouth he crammed himself into the girl’s cunt—this after Norman got behind the girl and fucked her asshole.  The boy’s balls had gone into Peggy’s mouth and after squirting up into Georgette’s hole—Peggy Gibson had to lick clean her friend’s dirt chute (“or take the skillet”).
	In no way did Peggy want the hot skillet blistering her ass.  She licked her friend’s bung hole, retched, gagged, and very nearly puked—but she licked the butt hole clean and then was fucked for her efforts.

	Georgette 69ed Starla while Pike slammed his rod into Peggy’s cunt; young Norman sat at the girl’s head masturbating and as Pike came to his orgasm the girl was turned to her side paving the way for Norman to slid himself into the girl’s hole.  She was sandwich fucked.
	That had been hours ago and still his cock, and Norman’s, were very muchly sore, aching, steaming, and desensitized.  But it still worked and was so-so enthused about the prospects of engaging in one more round of sex.

	What awoke him he wasn’t sure but after awakening the need to pee drove him.  Sitting up, Karl stretched and needed a minute to get his bearings and wits.  Seeing his naked niece slumbering beside him, her hands tied behind her, her ankles tied, the fullness and awareness of what was going on came to him.
	Then the need to pee annoyed him.
	Outside he found Pike humping the ass of the boy.
	At the side of the cabin Karl stood draining his lizard, stroking, and reeling in the deeds done for that day.  It had been one thing to engage in immoral activities with his family—but kidnapping?  Out and out kidnapping for sexual gratification?  It went beyond rape and other sordid degrading manners of pleasure.  Way beyond.  Quickly he shook his head—no psychoanalyzing here.  Fuck that.
	He sighed and felt the first sting of the night air.  It was a long piss and afterwards he made way back inside the cabin.  But he paused at the hitching post—enthused by the action of his new friend humping the ass of their sidekick.
	Norman offered no resistance to the other male member in his life and took his member freely.  It was a little disgusting as it had been in one hole of one type or another.  A face was made and uncontrollable retching but the boy slid his mouth down onto the prong and sucked it.

Spy games
	In the morning, after sunrise and breakfast, more of the same.
	Caitlynn Marie had settled—her ass was still on fire but her resistance to her “new way of life” had waned.  She was a little more accepting.  Starla, Georgette, and Peggy all had come to terms with their ordeal.  They were still repulsed and wouldn’t “act” on their own volition but that was ok.
	Everyone needed a bath—Pike led Peggy and Starla to the pond with Karl bringing the others.  The serenity of the area was sublime making the group very relaxed.  

	“Come ‘ere.” Karl said to his niece.
	The girl moved from where she had been sitting to her Uncle she still didn’t recognize (thanks be to the almighty EMAD.)  Karl admired the girl in all her nudity, the chill of the water made her supple young preteen breasts stand out—her body was trim, slim, and just right for ogling.
	The mysterious healing water revitalized his cock.  After running his hands up and down the girl’s side, caressing her ass, she was guided down onto his staff.  She made a face but positioned herself including reaching her own hand down to the protrusion and helped guide it into her sex.  After settled down fully onto the manly manhood she began to move a little up and down; her body was pressed to the man and they made love.  
	Pike pulled Starla onto his lap.  The girl didn’t resist but she didn’t help in any way, either.  She straddle the man’s lap, grimaced some as the cock entered her forcing her to tighten up some.  Pike focused on penetrating her sex, then was captivated by her bouncing teen breasts.
	As Pike sucked the girl’s breasts, Norman got in on the deal himself bringing Georgette to his lap.  The girl was not rigid in body or actions but she was willing.  She didn’t particular “give in” to the situation but she accepted it.  Norman held his smile but his face was illuminated just the same.
	After a time and feeling a little crowded in the pool, Pike got out, bringing Peggy with him.  The effects of the EMAD were still with the girls but the EMAD was “turned-off” to save its power.  The girls had been warned after breakfast,
	“Don’t run off at any time.”
	“Do not resist.” That implied sex requests.
	“Don’t become a problem, incite others to become a problem, or create a problem.”  The game was—status quo.  
	“Quid pro quo.” Pike told them.
	After looks to one another it was Norman who spoke up supplying the answer,
	“This for that.” he watched a lot of lawyer shows (after molesting his sisters.)
	“Right,” Pike said, “you do as you are told and you will be returned to your homes.” pause for dramatic effect  “But,” he warned, “piss me off, refuse what I want, run off, cause a problem, be a problem—and you’ll regret it.” His voice was firm.
	“Got it?” he asked.
	The girls nodded, even Caitlynn Marie.

	The dangers of the desert was explained to the girls, there was a gorge nearby that you couldn’t see unless you fell into it.  There were stickers, thorns, SNAKES, and bushes with thorns.
	Plus, there was the heat and the hot scorching skin blistering sand.
	“Do you know where you are?”
	Nope.
	“Twenty-five miles from the nearest road.”  And to prove it, sort of, he brought all four of them to a hill lip that overlooked the desert valley below.  It was fucking hot—too hot to fuck—to hot to breathe.  The girls squinted and were fidgety as the heat of the early morning was already intolerable.
	“See that?” Pike said pointing out WAY across the desert.
	No one saw nothing—then Georgette did.
	“I see something—moving.”
	“Right.  A truck.” A delivery truck crossing Desert Way going to Krammer Junction 283.  The only destination possible was either over the Sorroco Mountains or the small remote town, Quartzton.
	“There’s a dirt road going out that way, dips this way, crosses a couple of dry washes, and goes out twenty-five miles.”
	The girls gulped and sweated as they stood shoulder to shoulder butt bare assed naked.  Peggy and Starla held hands.  There was no way none of them would tempt making for the lone road.  They sighed and generally accepted their fate.
	“There’s worse punishment than having your ass smacked by the skillet.” Pike added as he returned them to the cabin and then on to the pond.
	The girls were horrified—‘what the fuck could be worse than being spanked by hot skillet?’
	They concluded that they didn’t want to know and that obeying their kidnappers was probably for the best.
	Probably.

	After some sodas from the ice chest Pike put Peggy on her hands and knees on the bed.  Then he himself got on his knees and took in the girl’s ass.  He firstly admired her hole and pussy as well as the whole of her teenage ass.  His cock surged and no longer ached but pined for delving into Peggy’s sex.
	After some licking of Peggy’s crack, diddling her asshole, fingering her pussy and asshole, Pike stood up and schlepped his salami into the girl’s poop chute for a hearty five minute fuck.

	Pike was just at the pivotal point of cumming off when,
	“I hear voices!”

	Whirling around Pike’s cock popped out of Peggy’s cunt sending a strand of sperm up her body.
	“Where?”
	“I-I cant tell, but I heard voices, I’m sure of it.”  Karl was exhausted and in a panic—being caught naked in the presence of the girls would not be good—no, not good at all.
	Quickly did Pike throw on some pants, shirt, and shoes—Karl did likewise.  The girls were rounded up and Norman was their guard.  Pike and Karl then skeedaddled out of the cabin to trace down the “voices”
	The “voices” were carried on the wind—Pike did hear them as he made for the top of the hill up from the cabin.  Getting a direction was difficult and the voices weren’t clear.  At first he thought they might be from the desert hikers he had encountered months earlier.
	Following the small trail up over the hill then winding down thru some huge boulders that formed a natural canyon without being a deep canyon Pike and Karl came to an area just beyond the gorge.  Karl took a long look at the gouge in the ground—it was hot, inhospitable, and not a place he wished to “fall into.”
	Finding some shade from the few trees the two men peeked over the rocky edge to see a camper truck.  There, too, was a picnic table, fishing poles leaning against the truck, an ice chest out on the picnic table’s bench seat, and a grandpa type character “putting it to” a pretty eleven year old girl who was laid out on the table.
	The girl had short dark hair, a trim-slim body with just budding breasts.  She was of average size for a girl in her age group with a slight covering of poon pie hair on her cunt.  She gripped the edge of the old picnic table as a grandpa type schlepped his schlong into her sex.  The man’s clothes were at his ankles and his hip action suggested he was deep into the groove of his granddaughter.
	The granddaughter’s short pants were off on the ground while a pair of green tinted panties hung off of one ankle.  Her nimble legs flailed about as she was fucked—the man was fully into her body and right at the point of cumming.
	The girl flailed more with her legs wrapping about her Grandpa’s waist clinging to the rickety table for dear life.  Grandpa Hank reared back arching his back presenting the appearance of one who was blasting cum.

	The retired man pumped vigorously into the tight pussy of his granddaughter, slamming hard up against her body as his 60yr old plus cock strove to get every ounce of extreme pleasure as possible.  The blast of cum began and there was no stopping.  Penny clung to the table grunting not deriving that much pleasure from her Grandpa’s doings.  The man vigorously rabbit fucked, dog fucked until there was no more.  Then, bracing against the table, his arms out straddling his granddaughter his cock eased out to rest against her cunt still squirting cum.
	“Oh shit!” the man blurted being very exhausted.
	Penny breathed hard and lay like she wasn’t that much into it.
	Hank let out a long sigh then found strength enough to push himself up to a standing position.  Penny sat up and awkwardly got around her naughty-naughty Grandpa.  She pulled up her panties, grabbed her shorts and went into the camper.  Hank stood massaging his organ, fondling his balls, and was very pleased with himself.
	But wait!  There’s more!

	Grandpa Hank fetched a beer out of the ice chest and chugged it down, then got another and not as quickly consumed it.  Then, pulling up his clothes he made way to the fishing poles to check them.  There was a small creek nearby; Pike doubted that there were any suitable fish in there but then again—the man wasn’t up in the remote area for the fishing.
	The door to the camper opened and a black boy came ambling out—the zipper to his short jean shorts open and his penis proudly displayed.  He was all grins, too.  No shit.
	“Are we gonna go fishin’, Grandpa?” the boy also about eleven asked.
	It seemed so; but just as the man grabbed the fishing poles the door to the old camper opened and Penny emerged.  She bounded down the steps making her way to the ice chest retrieving a soda.  As she stood drinking it with one hand on her hip looking around nonchalant-like—her Grandpa and best friend eyed her ass.
	“Sister’s gonna grow up just like her.” quipped the old man.
	The boy giggled and blushed finding new strength to his cock.
	“You gonna come with us?” Grandpa Hank asked of granddaughter.
	Penny wasn’t too enthused, that was clear to see.  She shrugged, picked her panties out of her butt then sloughed her way to the camper.
	“What about Angie?” she inquired.
	“She asleep?” Hank asked.
	“No.” giggled Donny.
	Penny rolled her eyes looking disgusted.

	Hank moved around her opening the camper door.  
	The truck the camper was fitted to was on old style early ‘70s model, shades of green—a hearty vehicle suitable for rugged outdoor adventuring; equipped with the camper that had also seen better days.  Hank disappeared inside leaving Donny and Penny outside waiting.  Penny chewed thoughtfully on her right cheek impatiently waiting.
	Inside the camper there lay in a bunk a sleeping young girl.
	The bunk was all rumpled with bedding—so was the girl; a beautiful child just shy of being five.  Long flowing dark hair; her face was incredibly angelic even as she slept.  She wore a shortie kiddie dress, a sun dress if you will.  No socks, no shoes, no panties.
	No panties?
	The panties had already been removed (by Donny) and were on the bed.  Hank brushed a finger across her cheek—she was a sound very sound sleeper.  With her mouth open a little, the Grandpa got an idea—a wicked idea.  
	Out of his pants came his cock; a hand went down the girl’s chest, patting and rubbing then pulling the garment up.  There was her pussy.  The naughty Grandpa began fingering the child’s pussy working his finger into the slit while stroking his cock with the other.
	On and on it went until such time as when the man’s cock was beginning to spurt.  It was then the naughty Grandpa put his spurting pud against the girl’s lips.  With his hand he gently turned her head so as his cock could go into her mouth.  
	The door to the camper opened just slightly.  Hank had the head of his wicked cock into the sleeping girl’s mouth working her head back and forth, pulling out to rub it on her sweet-sweet face.  His fingers continued working her little pussy, too.
	Peeking in at the door was, of course, Penny.
	“Is he gettin’ some?” Donny asked.
	Penny gave her best friend a dirty look.
	Donny shined her on and in a disgruntled manner threw his back to the camper sighing—with his cock still exposed (and hard.)
	“Are we gonna fuck around or go fishin’?”
	Penny shrugged her shoulders and closed the door (quietly.)  Sitting on the truck’s bumper she avoided looking at her friend as his fondled himself.  
	“I’m thirsty.” Donny said at length.
	Penny did nothing but shrug her shoulders and give him a sort of sidewise glance.  ‘and?’

	“I didn’t know it was going to be so hot here.”
	“It’s the desert,” Penny retorted, “what did you think it was going to be here, winter?”
	Donny once more shined her on, squinted his eyes looking around.
	“Damn,” he said, sure is hot!” he fanned himself and looked pathetic.
	“Sodas are in the ice chest.” Penny said pointing to the old style metal ice chest at the table.
	Donny finally fingered it out—he wasn’t going to a soda handed to him.  Annoyed the boy shuffled his way to the chest to fetch his own drink.  Penny opened the door again to peek inside.
	 Grandpa Hank had the head of his cock and a bit of shaft into Angie’s mouth.  He moved himself back and forth as well as moving the little girl’s head—he also still fingered her little pussy.
	“Is he gettin’ it?” Donny asked slurping nosily on his soda causing Penny to almost slam the door shut.  She was very annoyed with her friend; she sighed and looked bored.  Then, wrinkling her nose she started looking around as if she were looking for something.
	Donny grew bored, too; he stood and shucked his clothes saying,
	“Where’s that creek, I’m gonna get in it and piss on the fish!”
	Penny shook her had sadly, then shrugged her shoulders, “I’ve never been here before.”
	The campsite was remote and unkempt.  The road to it was a bit of a toughie to get to and was one of the last campsites so remotely located.  There were other campsites scattered about the hills—we’ll get to those, too.
	Donny made his way nakedly up the small rocky hill finding the so-so creek.  “Damn,” he said aloud to no one in particular, “you call that a creek!?” it was the middle of Summer, what’d you expect?  The boy took it for what it was worth and immersed his thin naked black body into the foot deep creek that was three feet wide.
	Meanwhile, Penny stepped off to one side where she slid down her shorts and panties to commence peeing.
	In the camper, naughty Grandpa Hank had repositioned his youngest grandchild, turning her so as her legs were up against him and his cock against her sex.  There he did hump with some attention at gouging his cock against her slit.
	Little Angie slept right thru it all.
	Grandpa Hank released a small load of man spunk giving a loud audible sigh of relief as he did so.  Then, he smeared the fresh spunk all over the child’s cunt with his cock pushing some of the spew into her sex.  Then, turning her over he patted her little butt, kissed it, then—
	Penny just stood up as her naughty Grandpa exited the camper.  He was hot, sweaty, and stinky.  He was also nude carrying Angie.
	“Where’s Donny?” he asked.
	“At the creek.” Penny replied.
	With a head nod, the naked naughty Grandpa said, “Come on.”
	Penny followed but wasn’t one hundred percent enthused.
	At the creek, Donny was lounging and splashing about enjoying himself.  Hank arrived and set Angie down.  The child slowly awakened and was not aware (or cared) about being naked.  Eagerly did the girl join Donny in the creek and she also seemed unaware (or cared) about the fact that her Grandpa was also naked.
	Hank sat down on the bank soaking his feet, “Ah,” he said, “that feels good!”
	Penny squatted down watching everyone.
	“Lighten up!” Grandpa Hank said jostling her.
	Easier said than done.  Penny nodded, shrugged and looked off to the desert.  Grandpa Hank slid into the creek; Donny and Angie were playing having a good time.  Hank joined in with no sexual frivolity involved.  Penny was missing out.  Donny splashed water on her making her annoyance with him even more so.
	At length, though, after about ten minutes, Penny slipped off her clothes and joined in.  She laughed and enjoyed herself in the creek but it could be observed she was holding back.
	The oppressive heat of the day took Pike and his cohort out of the spy business—albeit temporarily.  They slipped away quietly and returned to their secret pond where they immersed themselves for some time.  After refreshing themselves in the pond and having something to drink, they returned where they left off…

*

	With Donny’s help a blue plastic tarp was erected to provide shade.  Hank and Donny remained naked while Penny slipped on a pair of panties.  Nothing else.  Little Angie remained nude, too.
	Something of a lunch was made (hot dogs) then the little one (Angie) laid down for a nap—not inside the camper ‘cause it was too hot inside for a nap.  By the picnic table there was good shade and a blanket was laid out for the little tyke.  Thereafter, back to shenanigans…

	Penny, positioned herself across her Grandpa’s lap.  Donny stood before her receiving a blow job from the girl, his best friend.  Hank caressed his granddaughter’s ass as well as Donny’s ass.  Hank caressed Penny’s ass more and more—rubbing hard and then spanking.  The spanking was light with his aged fingers delving down into her crack to annoy her asshole.
	Donny rocked on his feet and looked like he was on some real good drugs—his eyes were rolled back into his skull, his back was arched and he was in drug heaven.  
	Soon and the Grandpa slid out from under the cocksucking girl, she never stopped and seemed to be really into it, too.  And it should be of note—no EMAD seemed to be in use!  
	Hank positioned himself behind his granddaughter, continued to rub on her ass—but this time with his cock.  Penny never stopped; she put her hands onto Donny’s ass and gobbled with earnest.  Grandpa Hank began riding his cock between his granddaughter’s legs, specifically her cunt before finally finding his way to buggering her.
	After a couple of minutes of anal play, Hank repositioned himself, bringing Penny with him with his cock still in her backdoor.  Young Donny toyed with his smoldering slobbered on cock; grinning, sweating, rubbing his warm very warm ass gazing on Penny’s cunt and her Grandpa’s cock slamming up into her asshole.
	Penny’s legs splayed open revealing herself—for a moment she was not so inclined as to be pleased about the situation then she just let it be and accepted it.  Donny didn’t wait for any signal from Hank and a little clumsily put his mamba to his friend’s cunt to sandwich fuck her.
	Penny’s young developing breasts jiggled with the nipples very erect.  Donny humped and humped and humped driving his black snake into her cunt finally pulling out shooting his cum up her stomach and chest with a goodly portion oozing out of her cunt.
	“Whoa!  Shit!” exclaimed the boy having no decorum (or tact)  “Lookee at that shit!” he grinned and danced a little jig toying with his cum shooter.
	Grandpa Hank put his granddaughter onto her side; then, rising her leg up he gave a few serious hard pumps into her asshole then pulled out and shoved himself into her cunt.  It was an awesome thing to see and with the spying horndogs Pike and sidekick Karl watching they soon scurried away back to the cabin.

	There they found their mutual sidekick Norman helping himself to the fare there; Starla on her hands and knees with Norman behind her fucking her asshole.  Georgette was positioned beneath sucking on Norm’s balls (and Starla’s cunt.)
	Peggy noshed on Georgette’s cunt with her ass wriggling in the air.
	Norman had orchestrated the whole thang telling the girls that he had been directed to do so by the two men.  He was making out to be a fine mutual sidekick.
	After once more refreshing themselves with drink the two men shed their clothing and Pike took up position behind the ass in the air Peggy.  Karl patted Norm’s ass.  Like in dancing, Norm gave way to the new partner.  He wasn’t upset—his dick was shagged out and needed a break anyways.
	Pike humped Peggy’s ass, slapping/spanking her ass as he drove his rock hard throbbing prick into her dirt chute.  The girl noshed on Georgette’s cunt until such a time as she was pulled away—this so as she could lay on her back, legs straight up her Fucker’s chest and seriously reamed in the ass.
	Norman moved to slide his flute into Georgette’s cunt and there he did “go to town” seriously hard for several long enduring minutes.  Karl got his, Pike got his.  The girls were lined up against the bed and spanked—Pike using his hands walloped the bare ass of each girl, each cheek receiving five heart swats each with full handspread covering both cheeks in between each swat (for a total of ten swats.)
	Karl used his hands AND dick—he also shoved his fuck stick into the girls’ asshole and pussy, too.  The swatting was by hands and cock as stated but he also used his belt.
	Norman used his hands, cock, and a thin construction stake stick.

*

is that a hard-on in your pants or are you just happy to see me?
	At remote Campsite #3 nestled between some leaning pines on one side and a bevy of rock formations on the other, a small narrow opening to the small ridge that just beyond was the so-so creek.  A road ran right into the campsite and it wasn’t much of a road but it was void of rocks, cacti, and other forms of desert fauna--so it was a road.
	A blue pickup had come to be at the remote campsite, a modern day pickup with open bed full of camping supplies.  The windows were down and the dust was just settling—no one was in the pickup.  The occupants of the just arrived pickup were at the creek. 

 	A man a little under six foot stood with hands on hips smiling at two girls who were sloshing themselves in the creek.  One girl was with light brown hair and about fifteen or sixteen years young.  The other girl was some years younger at about ten or so and had super fine super long blond hair.
	Both girls were lovely to look at and their Daddy did look.
	The Daddy, Paul Unger, stood with hands on hips; he had a bit of gray to his temples and was a rugged fella who looked like a Take No Bullshit type of guy.  But he did smile and gave the persona of one who worked mostly outdoors.
	The girls had their shoes off and were happily fancifully splashing about still in their clothes—the oldest girl had on short shorts while her sibling had knee length pink britches.
	The youngest girl, Allison, was more slender than her sister, Nancy.  
	Allison frolicked merrily in the cool refreshing creek as did Nancy, but Nancy noticed something about her Daddy.  Paul had kicked off his shoes, rolled up his pants and merged into the creek.  The depth of the water was not great by no means but it was refreshing just the same.  The “something” Nancy had noticed was her Daddy’s bulge in his pants.  The look on her face, though, was not one of “OH!  Daddy!” with exclamation of delight.  Instead, it was similar to disdain.
	Looking around, Paul checked for security purposes then undone his pants freeing his manhood.  He gave his proud member a stroke then began inching down his pants and underwear.  Allison giggled and brightened up greatly when she saw her Daddy’s dong.  Her pretty blue eyes were incredible and she happily splashed to him feasting her eyes on the erection like it was a piece o’ candy.  (and who says it aint!?)
	With no instruction (or EMAD) the happy girl willingly took holt of her Daddy’s offering and masturbated it.  He watched his daughter’s action for a moment then checked his other girl.  Her demeanor had changed to being more accepting but there was still an air of disdain.
	Paul pulled off his shirt, rubbed his ass, fondled his balls, and watched as his prick slid effortlessly into his sweet daughter’s mouth.  The girl gobbled the dong with no compunction about it.  The cock was adequate in length; most of it went easily into Allison’s mouth; she wrapped her fingers about the pulsing prong and began to make slurping sounds.
	There was a head nod from Paul to Nancy.  The girl didn’t make any typical signs showing reluctance or pissed offedness; she did sigh, shake her head to clear it of some strands of hair then pulled off her top and bra in one fluidic motion tossing the garments to the shore.

	Down came her shorts.  After tossing them to the shore, too, she stood clad in mint green bikini panties giving her Daddy a cheap thrill.  Daddy was already thrilled fully having his cock immersed into his youngest daughter’s mouth.
	Slowly, then, did Nancy slid her panties down rendering herself nude.
	Paul held Allison’s head working her head back and forth; pulling out he humped her face and was in some agony.  A “mouth hug” was one thing, Paul wanted more.
	Nancy came up to her Daddy and cocksucking sibling; shaking more hair out of her face she went to her knees into the creek and took over sucking action while her sister stripped off her clothes.

	Suck-suck-suck
	Nancy was good—she seemed ok about the incestuous deed but she also appeared not to be fully into it.  Squeezing the Daddy dick at the base she ran her tongue about the super sensitive crown ridge, diddle the piss slit then masturbated the organ until cum began to jut out of it.
	Most of the Daddy goo went into her mouth with the rest squirting onto her face.  The naked Allison giggled.  Nancy didn’t giggle and appeared to be a little less than amused.  Slipping away she dunked her head into the water to wash (and spit).  While “bent over” cleaning off her Daddy’s spew, Paul took advantage and began caressing her ass.
	The caressing stepped up a bit with finger probing the clenching asshole.  His cock that had just spurted a goodly amount of significant man jiz stiffened to the point of being just capable of penetrating his teenage daughter’s asshole.
	Nancy grunted at first—then made other disparaging sounds suggesting she wasn’t into having her asshole cornholed.  Paul gripped his daughter’s ass and power fucked the hole—pulling out to smack the aching cock against her pillowy ass, then gouge it between her legs slipping it into her cunny, too.
	A new round of backdoor banditry came—and went.  When down with the second round Paul sat on the bank of the creek while his disgruntled daughter rubbed her ass, fingered her cunt, then turned to sit in the water.  She was in a snit but not exhibiting the characteristics of a person in such a state.  She actually wavered between being Pissed and Accepting.
	Allison came to be between her Daddy’s legs; he caressed her sweet face, tweaked her nipples then began caressed her breasts and sides.  This led to Paul laying down and little naked Allison coming to lay on top of him.

	As Nancy fingered her cunt and asshole in the creek, Daddy Paul fingered Allison with his BIG finger.  The young girl lay right on him with his huge Daddy dick prodding her hairless pussy.  	Slowly, with a little effort, Ally began accepting her Daddy’s dick and the head of which disappeared into her young sex.

*

you spank, I spank, let’s change our underwear
	With her legs spread, Starla Jonas thrashed about some as the likes of Pike, Karl, and Norman took their turns creaming her pie.  Pike took his time taking in the girl’s fine lovely nude body.  It made his cock surge and throb and it could only feel better by sinking into the girl’s quim.
	Starla was getting used to getting fucked; the man doing her had some talent and mannerisms in which to also make her feel good other than “just because” she was getting laid.  The manipulation of his cock against her clit brought the girl to orgasm.  At first she tried to resist but that lasted all of three or four seconds—then she gave in and only wanted to have orgasm.
	Reaching his own orgasm at the two minute mark annoyed Pike, he strained stretching his prick in Starla’s cunt to the max with giving in to only a slightly pumping action from his hips.  Then, though it would seriously disrupt the flow of orgasm he pulled his schlong all the way out to hump the girl’s gash.  A jut of cum came but Pike resisted giving in to orgasm.  Instead, he prodded Starla’s asshole.  On her own, Starla pulled her legs back allowing the man to cram himself into her hole and fuck away.
	Half a minute of backdoor plunging and Pike was back into the girl’s cunt going the other half minute before succumbing to the fullness of orgasm.
	He let out a mighty sigh of relief—his mind going back to Nancy and Allison.  The girls warmed him and his cock emptied all its seminal fluid.  Pike lay on the heaving sweaty girl, sucking on her titties, fingering her sopping wet cum soaked cunt whispering “It’s almost over.”
	Of course, before it would be over there were two more cocks to visit her body.

	Pike took a break, drinking a soda while massaging his cock.  He was going to need a week (or more) before sinking his pud into a hole again.  Karl sized up young Starla, smiling and ogling her like a special carnival prize.  Then he was on her, sucking on her breasts, squeezing them and fingering her cleaned off cunt.

	A few minutes of this and his rock hard rock monster rocketed into her space.  The girl arched her back as the man rammed his rocket all the way in with one giant thrust.  Then he began to pump bringing his prick just to the entrance before ramming back in.  He wasn’t fucking for fuck’s sake but to fuck for something other than pleasure.
	At length and Karl did unleash a torrent of love cream.  The man was bent on giving displeasure and had his demoralized niece come to him.  Firstly and the girl had to clean off Starla’s cum ridden cunt.  Karl skull fucked the girl’s head as she lapped up her Uncle’s spilled juices.  Then, when Starla’s poon was once more clean and void of sperm, she sucked on her Uncle’s throbbing erection receiving a copious amount of his jiz five minutes later.
	The man was in near blast off agony by this time and required a wee bit ‘o break.  Caitlynn Marie retched, gagged, and very nearly puked but sat on her knees being minful.
	Norman still had Paul’s kids in his mind, too; and the naughty Grandpa with his grandkids.  His cock was in a near permanent erection.  Crawling on top of Starla the boy laid his organ against her steaming snatch.  Then it was all about suckling her breasts, kneading/massaging them, nipping the nipples all before sliding his prick into her cunt.
	Once Norm’s “Little Norman” was in Starla’s sex, he lay completely on her having Starla wrap her legs about his waist.  His body squashed against the teenager and with his cock fully immersed inside her he moved only his hips.
	It created a wondrous fuck session.

	By the time young Norman got his nuts off, Pike was “ready.”
	Georgette Vasquez lay on her back beside her friend but the naughty nude man turned her over.  Firstly her dainty already tenderized ass was spanked—just lightly but enough to make a sharp stinging pain (again).  Then, the naughty nude man had her pry her own cheeks open.  There was her pooter hole to greet him.
	Down to the hole he went with his tongue, licking and applying some spittle before fingering out the hole before schlepping his schlong into the dark passage and fucking it seriously for five minutes full.
	He was assiduous as he pounded the girl’s hole; she thrashed about madly as her backdoor was assaulted so bringing the level of torment to an unbelievable level.  Finally there was something of an orgasm.  Not much but the feeling was there and that was all that matter.
	There wasn’t a lot of cum, Pike was just about “empty.”
	Standing on wobbly legs, sweating profusely, Pike got Caitlynn Marie’s attention.  At first, due to the fact she was facing away from him, she ignored him.  She could see him and his waggling cock action at her side but Caitlynn stared into the so-so kitchen, on her knees butt sitting on ankles.  Her shoulders were straight, she was nude, hands on knees, neck tightly trembling…
	After a minute or so, though, Caitlynn got the conveyed message from the naked naughty man with the waggling cock ‘you’d better get your ass over here and suck it or take punishment.’
	Caitlynn Marie turned and scooted to the naked naughty man, took his cock to her hand and stroked.  Whether or not she was aware that it had just come out of Georgette’s asshole or not was not clean.  Georgette hadn’t had a bowel movement during her capture, she had been reamed by the three cocks in her presence, sodomized with candles, the handles of tools, and reamed by sticks.
	Caitlynn Marie took the naughty funky dong—she made a slight face and retched—but that was an uncontrollable reaction.  But slowly the girl took in the cock shaking her head as she accepted the grossness of the deed.
	There was a little squirt but not much of cum to coat her tonsils abot two minutes later.
	“Suck my balls.” The naughty nude man said.
	That task was a little better than slurping the schlong but no less gross.
	The Gross Factor sailed high as after satisfying the naughty man’s despicable deed Caitlynn was brought over to Georgette where she was directed to “clean her hole.”
	The “hole” was Georgette’s poop chute whereas the “rim” was coated in sperm.  Caitlynn held back as much as she could but the act was regarded as “Sick!”
	“Do it, or take punishment.” Pike’s word stung the girl, she lost some emotions but tried desperately to “get a hold of herself.”  It was a hard thing to do and she shook her head bobbing her head as she leaned down-down-down trying to resist the act but knowing that she couldn’t.
	Pike knew that he could administer punishment to her, even severe, with no serious or detrimental side effects.  If she died he could simply dunk her lifeless body into the mysterious pond and bring her back.  He hoped.  There was a worry of “how long could that go on?”  Was there a limit to the mystifying powers of the pond?
	Something to think about.
	Meanwhile, while he thought, Caitlynn Marie licked butt hole. 
	
	Dust was jarred from the wood frame supporting the tin sheets—this due to Georgette’s head being banged against the tin/galvanized sheets as Karl took his turn pounding the girl’s asshole.  There was a serious strive to achieve orgasm but it was elusive; he made the apex of the sought after pleasure but crossing the threshold just wasn’t happening.
	But still he tried ripping Georgette’s asshole “a new one.”
	Peggy Gibson lay on her back beside Georgette, shielding her eyes from the flying/settling dust; her legs were up the so-so chiseled chest of the First Man—his cock slamming fully into her teenage cunt with dramatic flare.  The “strain” came followed by intense quick rabbit fucking—there was no cum flow but it was close.  Pike was exhausted and after pulling out he urinated instead of cum.
	After Karl had done his thing with Georgette his level of exhaustion put him to the floor.  He barely had the strength to lean against the bed; he let out a long sigh, farted, and closed his eyes.

A little ut-ohs for your cereal
	‘I will fuck no more forever.’ Or at least a month whichever cums first.  There was no strength in trekking out to the pond to get revitalized; Pike and his naughty cohorts plopped themselves where they fell after having their fill of Starla, Georgette, Peggy, and Caitlynn Marie.
	Somewhere there was a wild rooster who had no sense of time—an hour before sunrise and he began crowing disturbing the much needed rest of those in the cabin.  After awakening, of course, there was that pesky need to pee.
	Peggy stood in the cool morning air, legs spread, pissing away—much to the joy and pleasure of the gawking men.  When she had finished peeing she was bent over the hitching rail and spanked.  Not hard, but bare handed spanked by the two men and then the boy.  Thereafter she was sodomized by one of the men while the boy put his penis into her mouth.
	The poor girl clung to the wooden rail, some splinters digging into her skin.  The boy in her mouth pulled out to hump her face, gouge her nose, then thrust himself back into her mouth.  The man in her ass had a desire to try and reach her throat…
	Starla stood emptying her bladder—she had heard the spanking going on outside the cabin and fretted her fate.  After her pee, Starla was positioned against the great boulder set at the one side of the cabin that actually was just one big formation that the cabin was set into.  Once positioned, the Second Man put his penis into her; her legs up along his chest with her ankles hooking his shoulders.

	Georgette not only had to pee…
	Not only was it awkward—it was clumsily and much more embarrassing and difficult to do.  Taking a shit while standing was a bit much.  The girl had to lean forward a bit, part her own cheeks, and do the business that was needed.
	Her relief was short as she was pulled away from where she did her dooty and wiped using sand bits of cloth.  Then she was positioned on her hands and knees.  One of the men positioned himself behind her and thoroughly grossed her out by slipping his manhood into her dirt chute.
	The other man slipped underneath her after the other man got “going.”

	The sun came brightly stabbing its piercing rays of “HELLO, I SEE YOU” across the desert-scape.  What the new day would bring was anyone’s guess.  The plan was to soak in the pond, maybe take in some more spying, then pack up and go the fuck home.
	So much for that plan.
	As the sun fully ascended into the sky bringing a little heat to the parched land the group in the cabin had breakfast then prepped to make the most of their day.  Norman flogged his smoldering dog smiling and eyeing the lovely naked Starla.  Pike smiled and manipulated the girl having her come sit on the boy’s lap.  Norman was thankful and guided his prong into Starla’s cunt.
	Pike pulled Peggy to a standing position and gawked at her nakedness before positioning her over the table.  Then, after Facing her ass he parted her cheeks and crammed into her cunt his manhood for an enduring fuck.
	Karl’s interest was, of course, his niece.
	Caitlynn Marie squirmed, fussed, and fidgeted as she was lain across her Uncle’s lap.  The man landed a bevy of swats to her ass, squeezing the cheeks hard with the fingering roughly of her asshole for good measure.  
	Karl’s cock raged hard against Caitlynn’s stomach and after turning her lily white ass a bright shade of red he made ready to “get some.”  Suddenly, though, a shadow came to the open cabin door.
	“WHAT THE FUCK!” and
	“OH MY GOD!” followed by
	“GET YOUR HANDS UP!”
	Two federal national park rangers blocked the door, guns drawn.
	Can we say “Busted?”
	I thought you could…