August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Twenty Six
That Walks Among Us Is Us

Not for intended use
	There was a lot to think about—a lot.  There was a lot to consider.  There was a lot to contemplate, dwell on, wonder about.  It put young Lydia Millard in a bit of a funk.  Sex with her brother was good, sex with her best friend was real good—but the sex with Freddy?  That was in a class by itself.  Hours after and the girl still hadn’t come to a conclusion about how she felt about the ordeal.
	True, the sex part was good.  Little Freddy’s “Freddy” was little and by all standards in dickdom inadequate to say the least for proper humping.  However, Lydia found herself swathed in a sea of strange to familiar feelings.  Freddy’s little dick was little, but it was stiff, hard, and somehow managed to tantalize the young teen just the same.
	Getting her pussy pounded by her brother was good (very good) and getting her pussy pounded by her Daddy was good (very-VERY good).  Getting her pussy pounded by Freddy—that was a hard one (no pun intended.)  She guessed, at length, that it was the whole immoral/illegal thing; sex with a six year old just wasn’t the norm.
	But Lydia couldn’t ungrasp how incredible it felt laying on the bathroom floor naked with the naked six year old laying on her and his little Freddy invading her pussy!  There were no words to describe that.  It was a totally unique feeling that rocked her world.
	When brother Chris laid on her and “laid her”, Lydia often grabbed his bare ass and squeezed.  When Freddy lay on her and she grabbed his ass—there was some difference.  Not just in age or size.  His ass was softer.  But again, Lydia chalked it up to the fact that it was so illegal and immoral, wrong, and everything.
	But it felt so good!
	It felt so good that after a few minutes of serious intense humping, being humped, she came.  There was a strange shudder she had never experienced before—either by getting poked by her ever horny brother or lately by her equally horny Daddy.  The shudder came up from her toes and seethed madly throughout her young teenage body cumulating to a magnificent crescendo that erupted into an amazing orgasm.
	And Gia was right there to clean up!

	Once and Lydia’s mind in a swath of confused emotions there was only one thing to do—and since her brother and Daddy weren’t home there was only one other thing to do…
	In the beginning, when Lydia had discovered the pleasures of finger banging the finger was about it.  Soon she found the faucet in the bathtub sufficed to excite her cunny.  Then sitting on the washer during spin cycle, and finally the insertion of various objects and/or implements to mimic a guy’s cock.
	Vegetables were the main theme there and sufficed relatively well.
	Then, upon finding her Mom’s fake cocks...
	The strap-on had been fun—very.  There were other toys to tantalize the cunny and those were good, too.  One day, though, it occurred to the young horny teen that there was something seriously naughty she could get involved with.  With the strap-on, she and her brother had engaged in serious sex—she fucked his ass with it and he did unto her same wearing the strap-on.  When by herself Lydia casually self fucked herself, pussy and ass but realized that another person was better and humping.
	Lydia realized that a stationary object was better.  She didn’t have to move her hands and could ride the object invading her cunny with more control.  The fake cocks without straps wouldn’t stay up—er, on the floor or between the pillows.
	Then one day she was straightening up her room and reassembling her plush toy animals and one in particular caught her attention.  It was a bear her Daddy had won for her at the county fair.  The bear had costed her Daddy more at the game of chance than it would if he would have simply gone out to a department store and bought it out right.  But what fun would that have been?
	The bear was of good size; four foot, round belly, short arms and legs, and a nice smile sewn onto his face.  He was light brown, furry to fuzzy (wuzzy), button eyes, suede nose, etc.  For a moment or two Lydia stared at Mr. Wuzzy—her mind blanking out until suddenly…
	Lydia figured that the times her Mom utilized the strap-on was when she was by herself or after everyone had gone to bed.  Grabbing the strap-on from its hiding place Lydia dashed back to her room and secured the cunny pleaser to Mr. Wuzzy.  Mr. Wuzzy WAS a boy bear after all!
	The first time she made love to Mr. Wuzzy was incredible.  Sure it was different than getting dicked by her brother—then by her Daddy.  But she was more in control and got off just the same.  Making love to Mr. Wuzzy Lydia would spank herself, finger her hole (ass) and gyrate to beat all until her cunny juices began to flow.
	Then she sucked the bear’s dick clean!
	Lydia rode Mr. Wuzzy, was in a spank fest and wishing she had brought another dildo to fuck her asshole with—she couldn’t believe her brother self fucking himself with the toilet plunger! when suddenly,
	“Oh my God!” 
	Lydia’s Mom had come home early.
	Oops.

*

friends you never knew you had
	Lucy Bulworth would be good.  So would Sara Vulkmeir.  Tiffany Zane was a bitch but she was a pretty bitch and Chris would more than anything like to see her naked.  But as it was there was Linda.
	Linda Yenraby was probably too young—probably.  Definitely.  Chris felt badly but was swept up in the doings by his odd friend, Zach Shummings.  Zach Shummings, apparently, had no morals what so fucking ever.  Chris began to wonder if he did.  Messing with his sisters was one thing, even a tryst with his own Mom—but with a little girl like Linda?
	Seeing the little girl get naked was kind of a turn on.  It was better with the girl having her mind zapped; she then was unaware of all that Zach did unto her—and he did a lot with Chris behind the girl taking it all in.  He loved watching her get naked (at the hands of Zach), there was some sort of odd turn on watching the girl stand with her panties at her knees…
	Chris found himself staring—staring-staring at Linda’s bare butt.  It was not unlike other girl butts—but this one was naked.  In that—it mattered not that it was six years old.  It was a butt—a bare butt and it had a nice shape to it and Chris wanted to touch it.
	He did.  He smoothed his hand all over the girl’s butt finding his cock basically busting out of his jeans.  That was an easy remedy—he took them off.  Zach had the girl’s hand jacking him off—Chris got up behind the girl closer placing his cock against the girl’s ass just like he did with his sister at home.
	It was all about the feeling.  The sensation of his cock against the six year old’s flesh was utterly amazing.  Then he was taking the head of his cock down between her cheeks with the stray thought of “I wonder if I can fuck her?”
	Then butt buddy Zach was laying the girl down taking her panties down her legs and then off.  Chris’ cock lay right up against the unwary child’s face and he guessed that since she was “unaware”—it was ok.

	The only hang up, of course, was himself.  But as far as no one else knew or found out then he had only himself to deal with.  His own mind was near blank even as he watched his oh so naughty friend do the nasty with Linda—going down on her and licking out her pussy.
	Chris was just captivated.  He found himself strangely absorbed in the misdeed doings, he found himself sexually aroused where it seriously was no appropriate to do so.  With his cock against the little girl’s head he humped and felt himself being drawn in more and more.
	Meanwhile, Zach had had his fill of licking out Linda’s young cunt and came to rest his dick against the wetted slit and there hump-hump-hump his fill there with a few attempts at penetration.
	Chris wasn’t sure with himself what he would do if Zach did put his dick into the girl’s cunt.  She was way-way too young for that.  In the mouth or in the ass maybe but not in the cunt.
	Suddenly and Zach was shooting cum.  Chris’ fears and trepidations ebbed as he was fascinated greatly watching his friend’s cock ejaculate.  That was cool!  The sperm shot out up Linda’s body splashing onto her face and even hitting Chris!  One squirt—two squirts—three!  The rest of the ball juice oozed out of the piss slit to soil thoroughly the little girl’s pussy area.
	On reflection—Chris thought he heard Zach say “go down on it.”
	On further reflection the exact wordage was “go down on him.”
	“Go down on him?”  Chris was baffled by the syntax—‘go down on him’ referred to someone ELSE instructing.  That was weird ‘cause Chris was sure for some certainty that no one else was there.  As far as he knew…
	Well, anyways—Chris felt compelled and “went down” on his friend’s cum squirter and sucked it—sucked it—sucked it with his ball sac right on Linda’s little sweet face.  He masturbated himself while he slurped on his friend’s dick as well as cleaned up the mess he had spilled.
	Then, there were voices.
	The voices were upon them before they knew it with someone parting the ivy vine wall that concealed the naughty business going on within with someone saying “maybe she’s in here.”
	Like deer in the headlights, Chris froze commenting simply “oh shit.”

*

	Nothing like being undignified and petrified at the same time; Lydia froze her body as she sat poised on Mr. Wuzzy as her intruding Mom stood at bedside with mouth open.

	No words were spoken—what could be said (or asked?)
	“What are you doing?” it was only obvious.
	Lydia managed, though, to speak first.  “Hi Mom.” she said meekly.
	Miranda stood in total awe looking at her naked daughter who was having sex with her stuffed toy plush bear animal who just happened to be equipped with a strap-on dildo!  You just don’t see that every day!
	Lydia was just frozen; petrified with fear she just remained as she was with her cunny still tingling and latched tightly about the dildo in her.
	‘I can explain.’ was the words Lydia had to say—but she didn’t say them.  It was an awkward moment to be sure. 
	Then, Miranda was looking over her naughty naked daughter,
	“My God,” she said, but couldn’t get out the rest of her thought as she got on with a quirky smile of astonishment.
	She wasn’t mad.  She wasn’t upset or pissed or anything.  She was on the corporate of a very prominent advertising agency.  She wore very good clothes, well educated, and everything like that there.  To come home and find her teenage daughter, naked, humping her teddy bear who happened to be wearing a strap-on dildo was just something that was beyond comprehension.
	Miranda, dressed well in multi layered clothing, stood at her daughter’s bedside—admiring her naked child.  Then, a quivering hand reached out to lay on the girl’s backside.  Lydia didn’t know what to do, her cunt was still tingling and the need to continue humping was pressing—but being caught naked humping her bear wrestled with her, too.
	Miranda slowly made her way down to her daughter’s ass.
	Lydia squeezed her cunt muscles and looked to her Mom—thankfully her long brown hair clung to her face obscuring eye-to-eye contact.  Lydia didn’t know what to say or how to say it.  It was just an awkward moment.
	Miranda’s hand smoothed over Lydia’s ass, she careened her head to get a good look at the ass, the hole, and the penetrating dildo.  There was still a curious smirkish smile on Miranda’s face—“my daughter, I never knew you!”
	Lydia turned her attention back to her bear—she swore that he winked!  After staring at the shaggy brown bear for a minute or so with her cunt tingling so she returned to that which was pleasing to her.  
	Miranda was fit to be tied.  The stunning effect of catching her daughter “in the act” had consumed her but languished and fell away to be replaced by astonishment and awe.  There, too, was something stirring, something strange deep within being released.

	Lydia returned to moving her hips, clenching her cunt as she rode Mr. Wuzzy’s cock.  Casually she wondered how her Mom would act if it wasn’t Mr. Wuzzy but Chris?  Or Dad?  Her cunt tingled but she wasn’t quite ready to “get off.”  Lydia wondered, too, what if her brother or Daddy should waltz in on her (and her Mother?)  That would be a sight!
	As Lydia increased her ride on Mr. Wuzzy’s cock—her Mom slipped a finger into her hole!  Lydia froze—but kept humping Mr. Wuzzy just the same.  The anal intrusion was brief, Lydia clenched up at the unexpected fingering; she clenched up all over not knowing what to do at all.
	“Don’t stop.” Miranda said.
	“What?” Lydia asked for clarification.
	“You don’t have to stop.” what you’re doing.  Then Miranda put her fingers about the bear’s cock and “worked” it into her daughter’s cunt.  Lydia leaned down on Mr. Wuzzy and her Mother—her Mother fucked her!
	Oh!

*

	There was a brilliant bursting of light accompanied by an ear piercing whine that was debilitating to say the least.  There was a face that had come into the sanctuary but before any recognition (or fleeing) could take place the light had obliterated everything.
	After the bright light dissipated (and the ear piercing whine) their was some semblance of serenity—eerie though it may be.  First thing Chris noted was the stillness—the absouteness of stillness.  Friend Zach was still as was the teenage girl, Meredith, who had barged into the din.  
	There, too, were others outside the ivy wall but they seemed oblivious and moved on down the alley.  Chris was at a loss and still petrified at the security breech.  Then he heard a voice, that voice, that voice of which he had heard before in his head.  It was odd—not the voice itself but that in then manner of which it was.  The Voice sounded “hollow”, almost echoing.
	‘come in.’
	To Chris’ surprise the girl, Meredith made her way fully into the clearing inside the ivy wall.
	The girl squatted, she wore blue knit shorts, a sleeveless top, and was a nice looking girl with the Plain Jane looks.  She had a nice set of titties, a shapely body, and Chris’ initial heart clenching fear suddenly evaporated.
	‘want to fuck her?’ the Voice asked.
	Not “Yes” but “HELL YES!”

	‘take off your clothes.’
	Chris heard the voice and he thought it was speaking right at him, or to him, or in him—something.  But he was already naked.  Looking to the girl she didn’t move or respond (to minding command.)
	‘looks like if you want to see her naked you’ll have to get her that way yourself.’
	Chris blinked his eyes and looked around for the Voice.
	‘take her clothes off.’
	It was a very-very strange feeling—very; but Chris found himself taking off Meredith’s blouse.  Then it was a simple manner of unhooking the girl’s bra.  There was a pressing compulsion to complete the undressing of the teen—but Chris had to take a moment to ogle the girl’s breasts.  Teenage girls had the best breasts!  
	Teenage girls had the best pussy, too!
	Chris couldn’t rightly remember in his mind (later upon reflection) but he took off Meredith’s pants—and then her panties.  For a long moment he stared at the girl’s snatch—it was not unlike his sister’s, but it was different just the same.
	Many times had he seen his sister naked, he enjoyed each time.  Meredith and Lydia were not so different.  But Lydia wasn’t there—it was Meredith and she was a little bigger in body and the next thing Chris knew was he was going down on the girl and liking it!
	And on reflection he gathered that he did have sex with the girl but he really didn’t remember much of it.  He saw himself on top of the girl and drilling her pussy like he was on fire.  His mind pieced together tidbits of information about the ordeal behind the ivy vine wall—but he couldn’t rightly be sure if what happened happened or what.  What happened could have been a dream, a dream-fantasy.  Could have been.
	The more he concentrated the more it seemed so real, though; the sensation of humping the girl was pretty sensational.  He pumped for he didn’t know how long but he went until cumming.  With his energy level zapped for the moment he lay down on the girl suckling on her titties and still humping her teenage cunt.
	Then there was a gray area.  Chris wasn’t sure the events that transpired thereafter—he saw himself on top of little Linda, humping on her little pussy with some effort to put his rock hard penis into her slit.  The effort was intensified by—by—by being spanked!
	Spanked?
	By who?
	Zachary?

	No.  Zachary lay out on the ground, naked, oblvious.
	And no, it wasn’t Meredith, either.
	There wasn’t anyone else around but someone—somebody was spanking his bare sweaty ass as he humped the six year old Linda.  It was odd to curious.  The infliction didn’t result in pain but instituted a new level of pleasure driving Chris to make more effort to penetrate Linda’s virginity.
	Thing was, though, he couldn’t remember if he did.

*

Unbounded ecstasy 
	The cumming end
	It was serene.  A sublime serenity.  To describe it he couldn’t; he was a college grad; he had taken creative writing courses, written some suburb essays, poems, and coalesce the vapors of human kind into a viable meaningful comprehension (bullshit artist.)
	But to describe his young daughter laid out on bed with her panties at her ankles bathed in the low yellowish nightlight created a strange but awe-inspiring feeling that transcended all else.  It made his cock ache.  
	The fact that she was six, nearly seven (but looking five) didn’t matter.  The fact that she was his daughter didn’t matter.  The moral fibers were unwound and unbounded.  The wind of desire swelled within him pushing him up onto her sleeping soundly body.  He longed for the day she would be old enough to fuck.  Fuck proper anyways.  He longed for the day she would willingly handle his dick, suck him, and spread her legs (and ass cheeks) for him.  There was years before that would happen, though.
	Sighing he rested his aching cock against Nattie’s cunt and began to grind.  Right against her innocent slit he did hump somehow keeping his thrusting johnson from penetrating her virginity.  It wasn’t easy and less as much as the more he humped the slit the more the desire was to glide his cum squirter into passed the virgin lips.
	The eruption he sought came—and came—and came some more.  Great squirts blasted from his piss slit squirting up the sleeping child’s body.  Daniel released a mighty healthy satisfying moan of incredible relief.  He knew that getting off IN her pussy would even be better.  But he would have to wait on that a few years.
	A great gob of mess soiled Nattie’s pussy, too.  Daniel smeared the head of his dick all over the spilled spunk gouging Nattie’s sex with an almost determination of penetration.

	Nattie lay perfectly still, arms to her sides, mouth open a little.
	Daddy Daniel finished his devilish deed then lay contemplating his next despicable deed.  He humped the girl’s cummy pussy a little more than found himself inching up gliding his half hard cock against her body.  Her pussy and asshole were too tight for him—but maybe her mouth?
	He hated to think what would happen if she should awaken while he was humping on her cunt OR getting off in her mouth.  There would be no explanation—none.  But there was no stopping him and against his daughter’s mouth he went pressing his cum squirter with intent of at least penetrating her there.
	Daniel knew the kids, Lydia and Chris were fooling around; he knew that Chris knew he and Lydia were screwing; Lydia knew that Chris knew.  What Miranda knew he wasn’t sure but was sure to some extent that she knew Lydia and Chris were being typical naughty teens together AND he and Lydia were doing something.
	Strange, though, she didn’t come apart to him about it.  Which led him to wonder if something weren’t going on between her and Chris.  Hmmm  That certainly would make things interesting.  He betted, though, to himself—that regardless if anything was going on between Mother and son, Miranda wouldn’t tolerate any monkey shines with Nattie.
	Safe bet.
	Regardless, Daniel rubbed his soiled Daddy prick all over Nattie’s mouth making some entry with hot desire to fully go into her and fuck, get hard, and coat her tonsil with his Daddy love cream.  
	Unable to get a suitable erection he settled for humping her face, cinching his ball sac against her chin and trying in very much earnest to cum, again.  But it wasn’t happening and his strength was waning.  Fearing fear of being busted he cleaned up his daughter then redressed her.  The desire to fuck her still filled him; he wanted to lay her across his lap and spank her—then, when her young ass was blistered hot he wanted to drive his Daddy dick into her asshole and “get after it.”
	That, too, would have to wait.
	After a remorseful pausing at his daughter’s bedside Daniel eased out of the room to find his naked son standing in the hallway.  The young teen’s cock was rock hard and dripping cum.  Father and son had a brief awkward moment with Chris saying, “I-I was just coming to see her, too.”
	Daniel smiled, “Beat you to her!”
	Chris’ eyes then fell onto his Dad’s Daddy dong.  It proudly stood out some inches, thick, rigid, and soiled with cum.  For no other reason than “just because”, Chris eased to his knees…

*

I’m in it now
	Hey nonny nonny now
	Getting dicked by her brother—that was one thing.
	Getting dicked by her Daddy?  that was one thing, too.
	Getting dicked by her Mom?  that was a mind blower.
	Lydia had heard of daughters being involved sexually with their siblings, brothers mostly, and involved sexually with their Daddies.  But never-ever had she heard of daughters and Mothers.  It was incomprehensible.  There were mixed feelings deep inside Lydia, feelings she had not dealt with before and wasn’t prepared for.  That left only one thing to do about the situation at hand—deal with it.  Deal with it and accept it.  Accept it for what it was—sex.
	But of course, the complication that the dealing with the acceptance was inconsequential considering the circumstance.  Lydia had to push down the confounding confusion that made her uncomfortable.  It was sex.  Sex like with Gia—but different.
	Laying on Mr. Wuzzy, Lydia splayed her legs out wider allowing her Mom to work the strap-on.  Lydia gushed and felt her juices releasing.  It was the most weirdest feeling ever.  She remembered laying with Gia being fingered and thought at one point she was peeing.  But it wasn’t pee Lydia was releasing, Gia had worked up Lydia’s clit and cause a hellacious shiver not unlike a piss shiver.  It was an orgasm like never before. 
	The fake cock in her pussy was worked—slowly.  The cock came most of the way out—and then did to poke her asshole.  It was a test to see if the hole had resistance or not.  It did not.  Lydia grabbed a holt of her ass, squeezing the cheeks and pulling them a part a little more then arching her back she pooched her ass up conveying to her Mom ‘fuck my ass, Mom, fuck my ass.’
	Mr. Wuzzy’s cock began to make more earnest penetration; a hand came to Lydia’s ass gliding over the smooth warm flesh—it made the girl gush more and wriggle.  That got Lydia a light smack that was not discipline.  Another smack came and then Mr. Wuzzy’s cock began rocketing its way further into Lydia’s dark passage.
	Lydia reeled—her toes clenched, her asshole tightened and her pussy’s juices began to flow causing her body to shudder and dance.  It also gave cause for her Mom to become more involved…

	With the dildo (Mr. Wuzzy’s cock) embedded just about ALL the way in (into Lydia’s asshole) the next phase of the Mother/Daughter relationship kicked in.  Lydia turned off—she was awashed with sweat; trembling, shuddering, quim quaking.  She was at a loss as to what to do or say; the situation was not normal and never experienced before.  Lydia had nothing to draw on.
	Her Mom, too, was not so in the know.  She took a bit of time to look over her naked daughter and the situation—and the phallic shoved into Lydia’s asshole.  Lydia lay out with her legs wide open fingering herself wriggling as the dildo in her asshole was a bit bigger than the candles she usually crammed into her body at Gia’s apartment.
	“You have a beautiful body.” Lydia’s Mom said.  Usually the comments of kindness or appreciation were hard to come by from Miranda.  A few times something encouraging had passed her lips, but not often.
	Miranda slowly made circles about her daughter’s inner thigh—then began trolling the girl’s cunt.  Lydia opened her legs all the wider and was in a state of erogenous flux.  Her pussy was already cumming; her pussy tingled like it was on fire!  She needed dick—strong, hard, long, powerful, thrusting.  What she got, though, was her Mom’s tongue.
	Although Gia’s tonguing of her cunt did wonders—it was nothing like the tongue action she got from her very own Mom!  Mom had talent!  Mom had experience?  Lydia twisted all about as the talented tongue tantalized her to the point of extreme pleasure.  Fluttering her eyes she once more felt like she was peeing—but it was her Mom’s talented tongue and fingers that erupted the sexual release and Lydia liked it.  A lot!
	For the rest of the lazy afternoon and before anyone was scheduled to come home, Lydia and Miranda lay nakedly together in something akin to “afterglow.”  There were no talking between them—what was there to say?  There was still an embarrassing to awkwardness about them so they lay together until at length Miranda began fingering herself.  
	The act caught daughter Lydia’s attention and after a couple of minutes the girl found Mr. Wuzzy’s cock and “helped the cause” of fucking her Mother.  She also moved down to suck the cock and apply her tongue to her Mom’s musty cunt.
	Miranda smacked her daughter’s ass, squeezed the cheeks, then worked a candle-dick into the girl’s asshole.  The two finally came to be enjoying a 69 when they heard the front door downstairs slam and a young girl yelling for all (the neighborhood) to hear “I’M HOME!”

	Mother and daughter scrambled off the bed gathering themselves with the embarrassing and awkwardness still pressing them.  Lydia with an armload of her clothing stood naked at the door while her Mom stood naked with her own gathered clothing.
	“That was nice.” Miranda said not knowing what else to say.
	Lydia’s cunt was still on fire; biting her lip she blushed and shrugged saying, “Can we do it again?”
	Miranda nodded and Lydia slipped out of the room to the bathroom.
	Miranda was left standing (naked) in her daughter’s bedroom with sincere befuddlement grasping her mind.  The complication surrounding what she had just done with Lydia consumed her.  It didn’t/wouldn’t stop her, but it consumed her.  What further exact thoughts Miranda had were to herself—proprietary.  
	The rest of the day she just wasn’t herself; she became clumsy and unable to speak properly or communicate well with the rest of her family, including Lydia.  At length she returned to her office; Lydia went to spend the night with her best friend, Gia, leaving Daniel in charge of Chris and Nattie…

*

I’m a bad boy
	Sucking his best pal’s dick?  That was one thing.
	Sucking Mr. Wuzzy’s dick?  That was one thing.
	Sucking his DAD’S dick?  Wow—was that ever something else!
	In the hallway after hours Chris whacked his johnson while slurping on his Dad’s dong.  It was not so unlike Zach’s cock—just bigger, stronger, and more powerful.  Zach had a decent cock, sure, but there was a difference.  Chris went fully down on the shaft coming up to roll his tongue about the head.  One hand was busy wanking while the other masturbated his Daddy, cupped the hairy balls, and so on.
	Just before the Daddy dong began to squirt, Chris pulled back and flopped the cock about—grinning sheepishly before smacking the cock against his face.  Daddy Daniel took over humping his son’s face then—then son Chris turned himself about, presenting his ass to his Dad.
	Daniel paused only a moment before taking his throbbing rock monster to his son’s ass.  Like he had done to his handsome boyish face, Daniel smacked his cock all over the near lily white boyish ass; then, with Chris pulling a cheek open invitingly, Daniel began probing making dutiful entry and sodomy soon ensued.

	It was the same—but different (taking dick in the ass.)  Chris gripped the fibers of the green carpet and felt the entire presence of his Dad’s cock sliding into his hole.  The experience made Chris flutter his eyes and twitch his head oddly.  The Daddy cock came out to flop onto his ass, smack his ass, then return to spelunking.
	Chris wished that Zach was there—so he could suck on his friend’s cock while being hammered in the ass.  He’d also like to see his friend getting hammered and assumed for some certainty that his friend wouldn’t protest!  The images of the ménage-a-trios filled him as he saw the three of them wallowing in a sea of illicit/incestuous sex acts.
	Daniel pumped his son’s hole with very little thought about anything else.  All that remained was for Miranda to be involved.  With that thought Daniel’s invading cock grew even more so as he thought of son Chris fucking his Mom’s cunt while he himself slammed her asshole!
	The scene of Miranda licking out Lydia’s pussy also made Daniel get a little harder and drive his dick more so into his son’s ass.  He wasn’t sure if Miranda flung that way (to the dark side of lesbianism) not too mention pedophilia and incest.  But be that as it may, it was a nice thought—a nice scene filling his mind.  He knew that Miranda HAD had a sexual encounter with a best friend in college and continued to do so up until graduation.  Whether or not Miranda continued after college and settling into a regular socially acceptable relationship and career or not was not clear.
	But he was curious to know.
	And it was a safe assumption that Lydia and Gia were engaged in their relationship more than just “friends.”  He could be wrong but he didn’t think so.  The image of Lydia and Gia naked slamming their bodies together excited him and gave cause for him to hump his son’s ass all the more!

*

The day of awakening came
	The day of awakening came when Daniel came home unexpectedly (he got fired (again)) and found (to his delight) his family engaged in family bliss (save for Nattie.)  On Miranda’s bed was his family, naked, with Lydia wearing the strap-on slamming it into her Mother’s ass while son Chris pounded her cunt.
	The three froze as Daniel stood at the doorway.
	“But this looks funny.” quipped Miranda.
	“Bet it don’t.” smirked-snickered Daniel.

	“This isn’t what it looks like.” Miranda continued.
	Daniel gouged the heel of his hand to his suddenly sprouting schlong.
	“It’s not Lydia with a strap-on strapped on jamming it into your ass while your son humps your cunt?”
	Miranda rolled her eyes in thought then gave a comical facial expression, “Oh, yeah, that’s what it looks like!”  And that’s what it was.

Finishing touches
	Daniel stood against the side of the bed that fateful founding late afternoon.  His throbbing hard cock being well sucked on by his incredible wife all the while daughter Lydia lay on top sucking brother Chris’ cock who was at his Mom’s pussy.  Got that?
	Miranda sucked and sucked (her husband’s cock) while her son fucked her cunt—while her daughter lay on top of her.  Presently she popped the cock out of her mouth to suckle on his balls—this gave Daniel the opportunity to ease his well sucked on manhood into Lydia’s body.  He firstly went into her asshole then went all the way into her pussy and there he did hump a humpity-hump-hump until cumming off.
	Miranda had a “bird’s eye view” so to speak.
	Lydia spanked her own ass as she felt her Daddy’s dick invade her.  Brother Chris was invading his Mom’s cunt; occasionally pulling out so Lydia could suck both her Mom’s soiled sopping wet cunt and her brother’s cum thrusting cock.
	It was quite an event.
	And out in the hallway a small member of the family stood with a hand down her panties and the working a small handheld remote control-like device…
	Oh!
	(didn’t see that one coming did you?)

*
Our next contestant, please!
	Daniel Millard definitely was worthy of receiving a NAPPA card.  
	Our next contestant, please!
	(Oh, our next contestant wont be revealed until the end.)

a little terror, if you please
	For a long while she lay still—confusion reigned supreme in her mind.  Nothing made sense and it seemed like a weight was on her chest.  The more she struggled to gain something out of what was going on with her the more the confusion fogged her mind.  At length she sighed, closed her eyes tight then strove to relax.
	Easier said than done.
	‘take your pants down.’
	A “voice” suddenly erupted into her mind.  
	Megan lay even more still than ever before.  
	There was no “who are you?” or “where am I?”  Megan Bobarn lay still slowly becoming more aware of her situation.  Which was dire.  She couldn’t see all that well—it was dark but not absolute.  But to describe where she was—she couldn’t.  Not enough information.  There was a carpet beneath her—that much she could determine.  She sighed again.
	‘take your pants down—NOW!’ said the Voice—with more earnest.
	Megan did put her fingers to the brass button to her jeans, but held fast undoing them.  She did manage to say aloud, “who are you?” to command me.
	‘it’s very simple, Megan,’ said the Voice in (inside) her head, ‘do what you are told, do EXACTLY as you are told; do not resist, do not fight back.’ The Voice seemed to be “right there” with her, but Megan saw no one in the dismal light.  A bit of fright began to creep about the young girl, she gripped the carpet and clenched up tightly—but the Voice was with her,
	‘be calm.’ it said.
	And strangely, Megan felt “calm.”  It was a weird feeling, a weird sensation.  A warm feeling came over her; she smelled cinnamon cookies freshly baking in the oven; she heard Christmas music in the background; and outside snow was falling.  Some people like Spring and all the wonders that Spring brought—the flowers, bees, warm air, and freshness.  Some people preferred the Summer for the going to the beach, some exotic island, to the mountains for camping, and so on.  
	Fall was good, the changing of the leaves and the air.
	But Megan liked the Winter—the snow, the music, the cookies.  The whole season gave her a wondrous feeling that made her feel good.  A wondrous feeling that made her “calm.”
	‘undo your pants.’
	Megan blinked her eyes and as the heavy scent of cinnamon cookies wafted into her nostrils she undone her pants.

	Slowly--very slowly did the twelve year old push the jeans down to her ankles.  Confusion once more befell her; she couldn’t stop herself although she wanted to.  The “where” was she still filled her but the pushing down of her jeans really befuddled her.
	‘sit up—take off your top and bra.’
	Megan blinked her eyes.  The words she understood.  The command was something else.  The “voice” she did not recognize.  When she paused (too long) the “voice” returned saying ‘be calm.’ along with, ‘do as your are told and no harm will come to you.’ then,
	‘if you do not do as you are told—you will be punished.’ (severely)
	Megan was gripped with fear.  Her young heart began to pound with fright consuming.  Then, just before sheer panic—calmness.  Those cinnamon cookies!  Uncle Bart in the living room by the fireplace with his accordion playing Christmas music; the cousin twins singing Christmas songs; teen cousin Margie sneaking off with family teen friend Han.
	Slowly Megan undone the buttons to her shirt, a short sleeved Summery cotton top that was a couple sizes too big but that was the way she liked to wear those particular types of tops.  She was virtually mindless—and equally so when unhitching her bra.
	‘good girl.’ said the Voice.  Then, ‘lay back down.’
	Megan complied—the fright level in her tapered off but there was still fear and confusion tossing about.  The smell of the fresh baking cookies, apple pies, and Aunt Gretchen making her special fruit punch soothed her.  Outside the window the snow was falling; earlier she and other family members had been out building a family of snowmen.  It was going to be the best Christmas ever!
	‘push your panties down—to your knees.’
	From the warm kitchen to the bathroom—she was prepping to take a bath.  There was an oddness she couldn’t shake but she began pushing her panties down—just to her knees.  
	‘are you a virgin?’  it was incredible to so boldly asked such an intrusive pry.
	“No.” Megan answered aloud.  She trembled some and was more than confused than ever—plus a little angry.
	‘who did you lose it to?’
	“Bobby Mack.” Megan said aloud.
	It was a trick to get the girl NOT to speak aloud but inside her head.
	Bobby Mack was her age, twelve, and at her first party since being twelve she went into the “closet” with Bobby feeling one another out, kissing, and nothing more.  

 	That was because Cynthia Luiz (and others) were going to swing open the door to expose them.  And it happened—but they were disappointed ‘cause Megan and Bobby were clothed just holding hands.  Later on, however, when Bobby was over at Megan’s house—and no one else was, more happened than just “holding hands.”
	It was a Summery day and the pool was “just right.”
	“Wanna go for a swim?” Megan asked.
	“I didn’t bring anything (to swim in).” Bobby said.  He was a handsome fella; his dirty blond hair hung partly down into his eyes at a slant.
	“Megan shrugged, “Maybe my brother has something out in the pool house.” 
	There wasn’t any swim trunks in the pool house but before Bobby could be disappointed—
	“Who needs ‘em!?” sparked Megan.  And with that in one fluid motion pulled off her top then shucked her yellow knit shorts.  Before young Bobby could get a proper hard-on the girl had ditched her underwear and was dashing out the pool shed to the pool—butt bare assed naked!
	Bobby soon joined her and for several minutes all they did was swim.
	Then they played tag with Meg being mindful of the time.  
	At length they returned to the shed where Bobby got a better view of the naughty girl.  Megan laid herself out on a wooden bench with befuddled and mystified Bobby eyed her before “going down” on her.
	Some minutes after licking out her virtually hairless pussy and Bobby Mack was sliding into the girl’s pussy his very hard hard-on.  Three minutes later and the horny young teen creamed in her pussy and the deflowering of Megan Bobarn was complete.

	‘have you taken it (dick) in the ass?’
	‘have you had unnatural thoughts, desires, for young boys?’
	‘have you masturbated with another girl?’
	‘do you want to have sex with another girl?’
	‘have you been spanked?’ and ‘did you like it?’
	The questions flooded Megan’s mind as she lay naked on the carpeted floor.  Her young mind was filled to capacity with the image of Bobby Mack; she had been spanked (by her Daddy) but not since she was a little kid and NO she didn’t like it.  Never had she fingered herself with anyone else present.  Tony Bedfellow and Nick Seranto kind of lingered in her mind and when she DID finger her cunt in private—she thought of the two seven year olds.  

 	Nick was nearly eight and she HAD seen him peeing in the backyard one time.  She wanted to take him into the pool house and spank him herself then—she wanted to have him fuck her!
	She did!
	She had heard of girls getting fucked in the ass—some liked it.  Megan couldn’t conceive what being rammed in the ass by a guy’s dick would be like.  It was just unfathomable.
	The more Megan lay on the carpet being plagued by one question after another—the more she could see.  Not completely; it was dark but there was some sort of illumination in a dull yellowish sort of way.  The illumination only allowed for Megan to see herself.
	And at length, Megan was told (by the Voice) to push her panties on down to her ankles.  It was strange that her emotions were checked; but then again the girl could take stress well—even death.  Her favorite Grandmother had recently passed away, her favorite kitty, and the bombshell her parents had told her (moving) all had been met and accepted without a great deal of typical cries and other associative emotions when upsetting news befell the receiver.
	Fear and great fear did swell within her, grip her tightly but didn’t consume her or overwhelm her.  Somehow she was able to deal with what was happening to her and that was that.
	With her panties at her ankles she was told to ‘bring your knees up.’
	Megan brought her knees up to open her legs.
	‘finger yourself.’
	Megan gulped and felt a little ill.  Although it had been cool in the beginning she suddenly began to feel overly warm.  A sickening feeling began to swell in the pit of her stomach; she clenched all over and fright began to consume her.
	‘finger your pussy!’ the Voice demanded.
	Megan couldn’t see her surroundings—the darkness began to swallow her.  Fear began to creep about to devour her.
	The Voice went quiet.  For a long-long moment there was nothing—nothing but the darkness.  Then the scent of fresh baked cookies suddenly filled her nose; Uncle Scott wasn’t seen but he could be heard chanting “Ho!  Ho!  Ho!”  Megan was at ease.	
	‘finger your pussy.’ the Voice said again.
	This time, Megan slipped her fingers to her cunt and began fingering.
	‘do as you’re told and all will be well.’
	We’ll see.

*

what’s a little cum among friends?
	Donny Blake had just clobbered him a little too hard, but that was Donny—a show off trying to assert his dominion over everyone else.  Ethan, though, despite the hard hit managed to keep the football—which, of course, pissed off Donny who tried desperately to wrench the ball out of Ethan’s death grip.
	Thankfully the whistle from the ref blew and the play was done.
	That part he remembered.
	Just a game in the park with the fellas.  
	Then it was at the local malt shoppe—where Carly Byrly was.  She had the best bod!  Trim, tall, perfect.  More than anything did Ethan want to be alone with her.  Twice he had almost gotten the courage to ask her to go to the movies.  But he panicked when he got “into her space”.  That face—oh!  She always smelled so good, for being twelve—the girl had a nice body.
	Very nice.
	That was last thing he remembered correctly.  Carly’s strawberry smell, or odor, or whatever girls said they were.  It was perfume or shampoo or something that reeked of strawberries.  Ethan didn’t particularly like strawberries the fruit, but as an odor, a smell—he liked (a lot!)
	But it was the last thing he remembered—clearly.
	His head hurt—but he associated that to Donny Blake.  He was a year older—but in the same class as Ethan.  He wasn’t a bully, Donny Blake, but he was close.  
	There wasn’t much light and after a few minutes there was the assumption that he wasn’t alone.  But beyond his own body he couldn’t see and there was some sort of “fear” keeping him from roaming about.
	‘take off your pants.’ A voice suddenly spoke from out of the darkness.
	‘WHAT!?’ Ethan shouted inside his head.
	‘take off your pants—and do it NOW!’ a brilliant bright light exploded inside Ethan’s mind.  It was quite debilitating and caused him some discomfort (but not physically.)
	Then, almost without his knowledge of doing so he was pushing down his pants.  His shirt was already off (as were his shoes.)  The Voice in his head said for him to “lie down” and so he did kicking off his pants then sliding down his underwear, too.

	Once he was naked he sat up folding his legs Indian style.
	‘do you play with yourself?’
	Ethan had to pause as no one had ever asked him that.
	‘Yeah.’ he answered un-aloud.
	Ethan was an avid masturbator, he was a “master” at baiting!  He also humped his bed, rubbed and spanked his ass while he did it, had his Mom’s panties as well as another pair he didn’t know who’s they were as he had “acquired” them from the Laundromat.
	‘virgin?’
	Yes.  Regrettably.  It seemed like all his pals had scored with some girl or another; of course, Ethan figured that most of the boasting and bragging was fibbing.
	‘care to be naughty with another guy, best friend?’
	Not No but HELL NO!
	‘ever see a girl naked?  your age, younger, older?  your Mom?’
	No girls his age, or older.  Yes on his Mom.  just glimpses, some purposeful.  Little girls, too; he had girls who were friends and while visiting their homes and such there were sometimes young girls being cared for and sometimes they were naked running amok naked or clad in their panties.
	‘you want to fuck a girl—your age, younger—older?’
	Ethan gulped.  Big gulp.  His heart kicked into higher gear as he thought of several girls his age he would love more than anything to see naked—and to be naked with them.  He thought, too, of some girls who were way too cute for their own good (or age) that he would also like to see naked (and to be naked with them.)  
	Slowly the lack of light became less intense.  What it was was a curious shade of yellow, diffused.  What was revealed was shocking—like totally shocking.  Ethan could only stare as right before him, inches from his bare feet was a naked girl.
	The girl was laying out on her back, totally naked, fingering her pussy!  Ethan’s breath was taken as he stared intently.  He couldn’t even mutter-utter one word.  His “wows”, “holy shits”, even “son-of-a-bitches” were all backed up unable to burst forth to be heard.  The girl he could barely see her face, but she was not much older than himself if not the same age—she just had more development.  
	Ethan stared at her fingering, then casually (on his own) up her body to her breasts.  He suddenly was aware of his throbbing hard-on and his trusty right hand working it!

	Megan suddenly became aware that she wasn’t alone.  Sitting bolt upright she saw a boy, naked, and he was masturbating!  But before Megan could freak out about it she heard ‘be calm.’
	It was a hard thing to do and for a moment her breath was taken away and she felt panic once more trying to consume her.  Then there was calmness; acceptance.
	‘lay back down,’ said the Voice, ‘continue fingering yourself.’
	Megan didn’t want to but did so—it was more than compulsion; it felt like someone put their hands on her shoulders pulling her back.  It also felt “alright” to just go ahead and “get after it.”
	‘ever get caught jerking it?’ the Voice asked intrusively Ethan.
	‘Yeah.’ he answered—his mind was centered on watching the girl finger herself in front of him.
	‘by who?’
	Mom, firstly, then by his Dad.  It had been awkward with his Mom busting him, she just “marched in” to his room and there he was—on his bed just a doing it.  
	‘butt bare assed naked?’
	‘Yes.’
	She didn’t make a big deal of it—but never walked into his room again unannounced.
	Daddy caught him in the bathroom “just a doin’ it.”  No biggie there, either.
	Megan fingered; Ethan jerked and watched Megan finger.  Then,
	‘know how to “eat a girl’s pussy” out?’
	‘Kinda.’
	‘put your mouth down on her pussy, thrust your tongue into her sex, lick all over, suck on the lips.’ And shove your finger up her asshole, too.
	The concept was incredible and most definitely a mind blower.
	For Megan—the experience was more than a simple “mind blower.”
	The mind blowing experience was tripled when it was learned that Megan and Ethan were not alone.
	This wasn’t learned until after—
	After Ethan had tongued Megan’s cunt to his delight—it was his first time and though lo he did not particularly exactly derive a great deal of cock delight as he did jerking off; tonguing the girl’s pussy (eating her out) did give him pleasure.

	After several minutes the Voice inside his head told him to ‘slide up the girl’s body.’  Ethan complied soon finding himself with his throbbing hard cock kissing the girl’s pussy.  Ethan was in lockdown as he poised himself just inches above the girl.  She looked terrified but wasn’t showing it other than her face.
	The girl was pretty.  A strange sense of calm came over Ethan—and the girl.  She smiled!  It seemed like a light came unto her face illuminating her and soothing Ethan.  Then, before he knew his dick was in.
	His dick was in.
	Ethan Crandall, twelve, was IN Megan Bobarn’s pussy.  The act sure as shit beat beatin’ off.  Sure as shit.  There was a sensation that Ethan partly missed—so captivated was he with Megan’s face.  Natural instinct put Ethan on the road to copulation.
	Megan’s fingers clung to the carpet fibers as the penetration began.  It was not unlike the first time she got laid.  The boy was gentle, he had a handsome face; she could feel the heat from his body and the mighty prowess of his cock that slowly invaded her pussy.
	Once he was “all the way in” the pumping portion of their unionship began.  Megan didn’t do much but cling to the carpet and endure the ride.  Ethan fucked.  It was very much different from when he humped his bed!
	At length he lay down on the girl with only his hips doing the work.  The sensation from his cock was enormous!  Beating off, humping his bed, none of that compared to actually sliding in and out of a girl’s cunt.
	The young man’s mind was emptied of whimsy—and everything else.  All there was was to fuck; to pump and reel in the dynamic sensations he had never experienced before.
	‘put your hands on his ass.’
	Megan blinked her eyes and it was like slow motion that she released her grip from the carpet and placed her hands on the boy’s ass.  Then, she made small circles on the boy’s butt, squeezed the cheeks, and rubbed—rubbed—rubbed.
	The action of the girl caused the action of the boy to release all of his energy (and ball juice.)  One great vigorous explosion followed by several smaller explosions and the boy was done.  He lay on the girl heaving; their naked young pre-teen bodies swathed in sweat; they heaved, and lay still for some time; then—
	“Get off me!” bitched Megan.

	Megan and Ethan were not the only ones present.  More diffused light made it clear that there were others.  Two others.  A boy—and a girl.
	‘lay still.’ cooed the Voice.
	Brooke Bellmore had a hard time “laying still.”  She had just witnessed a sex act.  She had never seen a “sex act” before but was somewhat aware of what sex was and how it was done and so on.  
	Ryan Burchhill lay in an almost petrified state of being—but it was mostly shock.  Never in his young life (twelve years) had he seen such a thing as he saw.  It gave him a woody.  
	‘slide your pants down.’ the Voice said gently to Brooke—again.
	Brooke hesitated but undone her very nice (and expensive) jeans then pushed them down to her ankles.
	‘open your legs.’ the Voice continued, ‘finger yourself.’
	The “open your legs” part she understood—but the “finger yourself?”  Brooke had never “fingered” herself in her life!  She was a “good girl”; she knew cuss words but didn’t speak them; she farted but did so privately; she didn’t hang with the girls who spoke badly, dressed badly, or were bad.  
	Slowly, though, Brooke found herself moving her hand to her lavender bikini style panties.  She was a very pretty girl, taller than most girls her age, not athletic.  She did play sports and was a friendly person; she babysat young children; was helpful in her community and NOT a snob despite having very well to-do parents.
	Fingering herself was something she did lightly in the shower.  As her fingers worked her virgin cunny she understood.  It was masturbation.  She knew what it was but wasn’t clear on the concept of the “why” of it.  Something about “makes you feel good”.  She was aware, too, that BOYS masturbated all the time quite possibly for the same reason.
	‘very good.’ cooed the Voice, ‘as long as you do as you are told…’ the Voice went on to instill upon the pre-teen about doing as she was told or else face punishment.
	Punishment.  The word gripped the girl with a dreadful fear.  She herself had not been “punished” per se, but had friends who spoke of being spanked, yelled at, spanked, bitched at, yelled at, and spanked.  Brooke seldom got into trouble; she mostly followed her parents instructions, did what was told or schooled to do.  She was raised well and received proper praise.  It was the praise that helped her keep in the good graces of her parents and other elders.  She didn’t want anything to upset that praise—as often times there was a “gift” attached.

	The grip of fear, though, overshadowed Brooke’s ability to enjoy the “good feeling” from the fingering she was doing.  The Voice told her to ‘slide them on down.’
	There was a notable hesitation but the confused girl pushed her panties down to her ankles, opened her knees and continued to finger herself.  
	The line of invasive questioning resulted in a dismal insight:
	Brooke was a virgin, she didn’t masturbate, farted privately, and hadn’t had any sexual experience to speak of.  She had never-ever saw her Daddy naked.  She HAD seen young boys naked, she bathed young boys.  No boys her age or older, though, had she seen naked in any way.  
	The girl wasn’t totally clueless or naïve; she knew what sex was but not the complexities of sex (sex acts.)  A blow job she had heard of, sure, but actually had no idea what it actually was.  For Brooke, kissing was a big thing and just about the ONLY thing (to be shared with a guy.)  What more there was to a boy/girl relationship she really deeply wasn’t sure.  
	There were a couple of boys her age she liked and there was this one boy, Keeven, who was in the 8th grade, she liked a lot and he liked her (but not the way she liked him.)  
	‘would you like to see Keeven naked?’
	The question so stunning that it stunned Brooke into oblivion.  She had never thought of Keeven in that way.  He had handsome face, played most sports but was best at soccer.  She knew he showered after a game but didn’t think of him while he was in showering—naked.  
	For Ryan Burchhill; he had limited concept of sex (and sex acts.)  He knew the cuss words but didn’t speak them.  He attended church and was a quassi “good boy” who could do no wrong.  His mischievous side was not curbed, however; he went off with his fellows to run amok in the park and mall; he didn’t participate in any illegal activities like some of the fellows—vandalism, spray painting, bashing mailboxes.
	He did, though, spy on naked girls.  It was a boy type pastime.  The naked girls were at camp, showering, changing their clothes, in their cabins.  And when he could get away with it, young Ryan saw young girls naked; girls at girlfriends’ houses they were babysitting for; girls who were cousins, and girls who ran amok at the park.
	‘would you like to be naked with a girl?’ any age applied.
	Ryan grew embarrassed—but the answer was a definitive “yes.”
	‘would you like to rub your dick against a girl’s ass?’
	Not “yes” but “Oh Hell Yes!”  and age didn’t matter.

	Ryan didn’t know when but suddenly he was aware that he was completely nude!  And he was only slightly aware that he was jerking off.  He was, however, fully aware of the naked girl before him.  There were voices, or one voice echoed many times, in his head.  Sometimes the “voice” seemed more than an echo—it sounded far away and when he tried to concentrate on what was said—he lost track of time and was enveloped in a strange darkness.
	When he “awoke” from that darkness—he was on top of the nude girl and he was fucking her!
	It was unbelievable, sensational, incredible.  
	Many-many times did he jack off in the bathroom, in the shower, and in her bedroom.  Many times.  But nothing compared to actually having his cock humping in a girl’s pussy.  Sure he imagined, he dreamed and fantasized about many girls he knew but the actual concept was evasive.
	Then the girl was rubbing his butt!
	He thought he heard a “voice” in his head, an echo, ‘rub his butt’.
	Ryan didn’t know what to do—but then again it was too good to do anything about it!  The actually fucking act plus the girl he was fucking rubbing her hands on his bare sweaty butt was too much to comprehend all at once.  But he liked it!  A lot!

	Some minds are hard to capture let alone manipulate thru the EMAD possessor’s desires and wishes.  Some minds.  Some minds, however, are easy to capture and even easier to manipulate.  These minds belonged to River Hyndell and Sara Balky.  
	The curious yellow light illuminated more and more and as Ryan finished his business with Brooke—and the girl got her first true orgasm, beside them there was two more kids hard at it.  Both were naked; the boy was with thick blond hair, a lanky body, and long limbs while the girl was a bit shorter in height, a bit bigger in weight than most girls in her eleven year old age group, and had raven dark hair.
	The girl, Sara, was on her hands and knees, not her back.
	The boy, River, was behind her schlepping his salami into her asshole.
	The girl made some noises as she was pounded, occasionally she fingered herself, tweaked a nipple, and chewed hard on her lips.  The boy schlepped his salami into the girl’s asshole, hands on her hips, humping like she was the last girl on Earth.
	River Hyndell had never had sex, not even with himself!  
	Sara Balky—well, she hadn’t had willing sex…

	Being caught with illicit porno mags in her clutches got the young girl a terrific spanking—by her Daddy.  This after being ratted out by her Mom.  Sara had a penchant for “getting into trouble” and most times it warranted a Daddy spank.  And most those times the spanking was done in her room with her pants and panties at her ankles.  Dear old hard working white collar Daddy administered the spanking usually by bare hand, sometimes a belt depending on the offense committed and his mood.
	‘ground rules,’ the Voice said, ‘do as you are told.’ Pretty straight forward.  The Voice spoke to each, Brooke, Megan, Sara; Ryan, Ethan, River.  
	‘do as you are told when you are told to do it and there will be no problem.’ Failure to comply with the above request and you will become a problem.  Bare assed spanking with a belt will only be the beginning of your punishment.
	None of the group wanted to be bare assed spanked—especially from a belt.  They nodded their heads, wept a little, but otherwise had their emotions checked—a little of themselves and a little help from another source.
	With ground rules instilled upon them, in them, the group was put thru their paces—er, sex acts.  First up was the girls.  Twelve year old Brooke remained laying on her back, knees up, legs open.  Megan was directed to crawl onto, placing her fresh fucked cunt onto Brooke’s face.  Then she laid down on the girl’s body and proceeded (via Voice) to “eat Brooke’s pussy.”
	There was nothing that either Ryan or Ethan could do but stare.  And stare they did, sitting cockeyed, methodically pleasing themselves.  They had never-ever seen such a thing displayed before and were in total awe.
	The boys’ awe tripled when they got to go around to see Megan wriggling her nice ass on Brooke’s face.  There was her ass and sopping wet cum laden cunt squashing onto Brooke’s face.  And Brooke was licking the cummy cunt; her own hands prying Megan’s ass open revealing her asshole.
	‘fuck it.’ The Voice said to Ethan.
	Ethan gulped and hesitated only slightly.  He was more compelled to comply than ever and took up the stance behind Megan.  His cock ached but was stiff enough—hard enough, to poke Meg’s dirt chute entrance and begin a dutiful penetration.
	Ryan went to the other end getting his pud sucked by Megan as well as dipping into Brooke’s cunt.  It was quite a scene for those involved, even more so for Sara and River who was not a part of the debauchery (but soon would be.)
	
	Nextly:
	More appalling than the girls licking out each other—the boys had their turn.  Neither boy was into the horrid deed and it took their breath away when told to ‘suck dick.’
	Ethan clenched, rubbed his ass, and thought seriously how much pain could he endure for refusing to slobber on another dude’s schlong.  Licking out a girl’s cunt was one thing, but sucking a guy’s tool?
	Ryan’s mind was awash with mixed feelings.  Noodle gobbling wasn’t high on his list of new things to try.  His Mom was always bitching at him to “try new things.”  Food, sports, activities, hobbies, what have you.  Cock bandit wasn’t on the List.
	Regardless of how the boys felt and were appalled by the Voice’s command—Ethan, on his knees, naked before the girls, took the standing Ryan’s cock and worked it.  Ball fondling, ass caressing, and masturbating Ryan to get the boy to some semblance of stiff.  Brooke, Megan, and Sara laid out fingering themselves also helped the cause and when Ryan’s schlong was at its stiffest—Ethan pressed his lips to the glisten knob, closed his eyes—paused to diddle his tongue to the piss slit, then pressed his lips over the bulb and down the shaft.
	Ryan did his best not to like it—but he did.  Hey, a blowjob is a blowjob is a blowjob no matter who is doing it.  (it’s just better if the blower was girl.)
	Ethan was thankful that Ryan didn’t cum.  He sucked and sucked and sucked—felt a little queasy, retched a couple of times then finally got the command to stop.  He was relieved.  His relief was short lived, however, as Ryan turned around and bent over—spreading his own cheeks.  There, presented for Ethan’s attention was Ryan’s asshole.
	‘lick it.’
	Ethan paused.  Sucking a dude’s schlong-o was a toughie.
	‘lick it or take a licking.’ And that didn’t mean to be licked himself…
	Ethan seriously thought it over.  He had never been spanked himself, he guessed so when he was a kid but not in years.  
	“I don’t want to lick that.” Ethan said aloud.
	‘then a spanking it is!’
	It was like a blur, Ethan was pulled up to a standing position and moved a few feet from where he had been, pushed down to his knees again then bent over a cushioned footrest.
	‘put your hands on those yellow circles.’

	On the floor there were two small yellow circles.  Ethan could barely see beyond himself, it was the most curious shade of yellow surrounding the outer fringes of his limited sight.  There was a chair, a crappy green color, same as the footrest he was positioned against.  The floor had a green sort of color, not plush but close, carpeting.
	Not much else of the “room” could Ethan describe.  
	Suddenly, there was someone rubbing his ass.  Ethan tensed.  He smelled smoke—like from a campfire and could see thru bleary eyes a fireplace with a fire within.  Then there was searing pain stemming from his ass.  The suddenness of the infliction was so great he nearly came out of his skin.  Whether it was by hand or belt or paddle or what, it hurt.
	‘four more.’ said the Voice.
	Ethan couldn’t believe it.  Four more!  He couldn’t stand the one!
	The second swat came making Ethan’s skin tingle; his young body pressed against the footrest, his hands clenching the yellow circles on the carpet.
	‘if you move your hands from those circles, FIVE more swats!’
	Ethan could barely maintain himself—but he had a death grip on the yellow circles and finally the last swat was administered.
	‘now, see?  compliance is far better than not.’
	And there was no rest for Ethan, a couple of minutes after having his ass lit afire he was directed back to the still poised in position Ryan…

	There was no doubt that “compliance” was better than not.
	‘do what you are told—are face punishment.’  No one in the group wanted to be “punished.”  Ethan had been bare assed spanked by a man’s bare hand.  The girls, and Ryan, though, couldn’t describe the man; not the color of his hair, his size, color of his skin, or even if he was naked or not!
	The group did remember was the spanking (and a few other things.)
	No one in the group wanted to be spanked—that was solid no matter how offensive the command from the Voice was.  That was hard pressed among the groupers as they entered into the next phase of their captivity.

	The girls sat shoulder to shoulder watching in utter horror as Ryan shoved his cock into River’s asshole; Ethan rammed his cock into River’s mouth.  The three boys lay right before the horror stricken girls, their mouths open totally in awe and shock.  But that was what the Voice, Mack Borelin, liked and enjoyed—shocking people with his antics.  

	Ryan humped and humped and humped—then humped some more but the twelve year old was just about all humped out and needed a long rest before being able to cum as the Voice desired him to.  Ethan, however, went three minutes humping River’s mouth before unleashing a torrent of icky milky goo.  River didn’t like it and retched to the point of nearly vomiting.
	‘hump his face.’ the Voice said.	  Everyone of the group could hear the Voice’s voice inside their heads.  Only the one that was directed could hear the Voice plainly, the rest heard the Voice like an echo.
	Ethan complied with the Voice, cinching up his testicle sac against the younger boy’s face but only had to do so for a short time.  Then he laid out on his back, legs open and pulled back—eleven year old River was then called into play to ‘fuck him.’  And while River eased his dick into Ethan’s asshole, Ryan sat on Ethan’s face.  
	When that was done, the girls had to once more get involved with themselves.  Sara laid out on her back, legs open wide with the boys sitting up, sweating, heaving, stinking, coated in cum, watching up close and very personal.  Then Brooke settled onto the girl’s face wriggling her ass grinding her cunt onto the eleven year old’s face.
	Then, after settled and Sara was tonguing out Brooke’s cunt, Megan “went down” on Sara’s cunt—wriggling her ass to the boys directly behind.  Then, a man came into view.
	The boys saw him first.
	Brooke felt him first.
	He was the same man who had spanked Ethan.

	Brooke’s young lithe body twisted as she was violated; the man’s masterful cock slowly invaded her with determination—much to Brooke’s dismay.  Powerful hands griped her tender ass and inasmuch as young Ethan had thought he would come out of his skin from the brash spanking, Brooke thought the same as the powerful cock penetrated her anus to the fullest.
	Then it was a slow process of pulling out—then pushing back in.
	Then repeat.
	The “process” was slow and almost methodical.  The man had one speed—slow and seemed to be in no hurry to go to 2nd gear.  After a time, though, he wriggled Brooke’s ass, spanking her lightly goading her to move up a bit—move up a bit so as his balls could go into Sara’s mouth.  He then proceeded to continued sodomizing Brooke.
	The humping continued until the end—where a little speed finally came to be.  The act took half a minute to complete with the man driving his dick HARD into Brooke’s shitter.  

	Brooke cried out, squashed Sara, and had to suck on Ryan’s cock as she was butt humped.  Ryan, and the other boys, had been schlepping themselves into Sara’s cunt and when they completed their task pumped off into Brooke’s mouth.  Ryan was last and it was the most dynamic blowjob in his life!
	The man sighed and sat back caressing Brooke’s ass.  Gobs and gobs of cum oozed out of her beleaguered hole spilling onto Sara’s face.  A light spank to each cheek, a squeeze, and the man stood having the girls stand up, too.
	‘shower time.’ the Voice/man said.  The boys followed.

	In the shower—the boys stood nakedly watching as the girls stood nakedly in an open-like shower soaping up one another.  It was a shocker and quite a turn-on for the boys.  The girls didn’t feel the same but their emotions were curbed and they followed the wishes of the Voice.
	The boys got their turn much to their dismay.  The girls were not as turned on watching the boys soap one another up as the boys had been watching them.  When all clean and dry they returned to the room they had been in.  All the while it was noted the strange to curious yellowish light bathing them.  It disabled their ability to see anything beyond them, no details.
	The next thing they knew was they were not exactly in the same room they had been in prior but a kitchen.  There was no light—just the curious to strange yellow light surrounding their peripheral vision.  
	The kids sat in non-descript chairs at a kitchen table that was metal reminiscent of 1950s type (the chairs, too.)  Bowls of soup, half sandwiches, chips, and sodas were dished out, followed by a small bowl of ice cream with chocolate chip cookies.
	Eat up!
	Once the meal was done the group did return to where they had begun.  It was there the group saw another person, not a pre-teen, not a teen, not a child, either, but a woman!
	A young woman, too; in her early thirties; blond hair that was long clear to her butt!  And she was trim, too!  Very slim body barely having a “size” credited to her species.  The yellowish light bathed her gently and all (boys’) eyes were on her hairless pussy.
	The woman was sprawled out with her knees up.  Her ankles were spread out secured by a bungee cord secured outward out of sight (the cord went out beyond the curious yellow light of view).  Her upped knees were the same as were her outstretched arms.

	Where the other ends of the cords were or attached to were unknown to the group.  The woman was awake, aware, a little groggy like she had been drugged, disorientated (highly), and a bit confused.  
	The boys got their looks greatly to the woman, then Ryan heard the Voice say, ‘lick her pussy out.’
	Ryan’s mouth fell open and he stared straight at the woman’s hairless cunt.  His young bone shot suddenly to super stiff mode but his mind was overwhelmed with the nudity, the target being a woman, and the command ‘lick her pussy out.’
	Slowly the boy moved to the woman, she twisted more and more as she became more and more aware of her situation.  There was no way to struggle out of her bindings, though; she tried thrashing her knees together but the cords gave only just so much.  She wasn’t aware of the fact that it was a mere boy licking out her pussy; Emily arched her back and tried to get a little pissed off.
	Ryan’s senses and emotions were all in uproar; he was totally overwhelmed as he applied his tongue to the woman’s shaven snatch.  He licked and licked and licked; drove his tongue into the interior of the poon and did a fair job (schooled by the Voice all the way.)
	Then it was on to all out fucking.  Ryan’s young cock was already dripping and he was bursting at the seams as it was.  Slowly, though, despite the urgency, the boy glided himself onto the twisting woman equally gliding his cock into her sex.
	Only when the boy’s dick was all the way and the pumping began did the woman realize who was doing her.  The boy lay right on her with his arms stretched out with his face just inches from hers.  So shocked was she that for the first couple of minutes of being fucked by the boy that she didn’t realized she was being fucked (by the boy.)  
	Emily Procsiami blinked her eyes excessively trying to cope, trying to gather what the hell was going on.  All she knew was that she was nude and a young pre-teen boy was fucking her.  Everything else was nil; everything about her was gone to oblivion.  She knew her name—but that was it.  
	Ryan pumped and pumped and pumped finally unleashing a massive wad of love cream at the three minute mark.  The boy melted right then and there collapsing onto the woman heaving.  Emily heaved, too; she shuddered and ultimately submitted to her own orgasm regardless of knowing that it was wrong to do so.
	The Voice rubbed the boy’s ass, admired it; then landed a spank to it.

	Another spank followed followed by another and then another.
	Ryan couldn’t move.  When a total of five hard spanks had been applied he was pushed off the woman.  He wasn’t in much pain but just a little discomfort.  The withdrawal of his puddling from the woman’s pussy overwhelmed the inflicted pain to his ass.  He lay off to one side of the woman, watching as one of the girls, Brooke, came up to get involved.
	Brooke’s involvement (with the woman) was to clean up the cum spill.  It was totally disgusting and not something Brooke did so willingly.  She came just shy of getting placed across the footrest…
	When the clean job had been completed she had to press her own pussy to the woman and hump.  Brooke was totally baffled but was told by the Voice in her head, ‘this is called Scissoring’.  Then she had to scoot up the woman’s body to press her pussy to the woman’s face.
	Emily struggled greatly against the Voice in HER head ‘lick her.’
	Only when the image of one of the boys and girls being horribly beaten did Emily put her tongue to work and lick out Brooke’s young cunny.
	Five minutes later and Ethan was putting his pud into Emily’s cunt.
	Megan cleaned up Emily’s poon afterwards.
	River poked Emily’s asshole filling it with his young spew moments later—Sara had the unpleasant task of cleaning up there then settling onto Emily’s face to have HER asshole licked clean (after the Voice/man fucked the young girl’s ass.)

*
Methodical processing
	On a bed young Brooke lay sprawled out.  Mack smiled to her as he “put it” to her.  She was pretty (in a Plain Jane sort of way.)  A unique face, long brown hair, blue eyes, soft supple breasts.  She was twelve and was developing nicely.  Mack preferred the age group of twelve, thirteen year old girls were equally good and just as pretty; so were elven, ten, and younger year olds, too.  Fourteen year olds were easier to fuck, so were fifteen and sixteen year olds and young adult women.  But Mack Borelin preferred ‘em on the young side, pre-teen.
	Brooke Bellmore didn’t need “tying” up but it was just for effect.  There was a camera running, several of them from different prospective view points.  Mack had a “device” in hand that operated both the girl’s mind as well as the cameras.  Brooke’s arms and legs were tied outward by rope; earlier she had been sprawled across the great bed and spanked.  First bare handed until her ass turned red and then by a paddle until she seriously yelped in agony.
	Mack was not heartless and stopped the spanking—but it did turn him on and while the girl’s bum seared he had her pry her own cheeks open whilst he jammed his rod into her hole and pumped with much vigor and vim.  Brooke clung to the bed, was grinded against the bed and wept uncontrollably all the while.
	When the ass fucking ended with a massive load of man spunk delivered into her deeply Brooke was turned over and had to hold her legs back at the knees while the man peed on her pussy then spanked her pussy with his dick.  A 2-inch diameter candlestick was inserted into the girl’s asshole then she was spanked again—this time with a belt.
	Just twice and then the belt was dropped.  Mack lay beside the terrified girl, cooing to her and discovering more intricate idiosyncrasies of the EMAD.  And there were many.  Mack only understood part of the intricate workings of the device that plagued mankind.  He understood that in proper hands the unique minding gadget could be a boon; in the hands of the military, spy network, superheroes, an EMAD would be an extension of themselves and quite the little device indeed.
	In the wrong hands…
	Corruption was the thing.  Like those who got different personas on online chat rooms or went to a Halloween party.  The person unseen behind the mask or online could be as outlandish as possible—to be someone he/she wasn’t—to be free to cuss and act out foolishly without much retribution.
	It was human nature.
	Mack wasn’t predisposed to be so outlandish in his antics; it just fell into his lap (so to speak.)  Raised Catholic, privately schooled, Mack had a tedious to stern upbringing—including being solely raised by his Grandmother after his Grandfather passed away when he was twelve.
	His brush with females of any age did not come until he was in his mid teens.  Prior to that he was always in the midst of boys—especially cousins.  At seven years young, Mack was tricked into giving the older cousins oral sex.  They were ten, twelve, and fifteen.  When he attempted to protest he was threatened with not so much bodily harm—but by some sort of retaliation by God.  
	Being young and naïve Mack participated in his Godly duty of servitude and sucked off his cousins.  When he was eight, on his eighth birthday, the cousins fucked him in the ass and taught him the joys of masturbation.
	Grandma caught him naked in the bathroom masturbating and beat him with a broomstick.  When he was nine—he both received as well as gave sex to his cousins.

	On his tenth birthday it wasn’t his cousins who took their liberties unto him but his Priest, of course.  Mack had reached the point in his Catholic duties to assume to goal of alter boy.  In a private room he had to strip to his skin to be properly dressed by the Priest in charge.  Once nude, he was admired, fondled, fingered, probed—by finger, tongue, and candle.
	Then he was fucked in the ass by the Priest all the while he recited Scripture.  When he flubbed up the butt fucking was prematurely stopped and his ass flesh was stricken by a belt until he did recite said Scripture correctly.
	Caught again in the bathroom wanking off by his Grandmother got him more abuse—standing on an upturned bucket, naked, beaten firstly by a broomstick then with his hands up gripping a rafter beam his Grandma yanked on his pud.
	She did!
	Grandma yanked on his young cock HARD nearly yanking it off while the poor suffering boy recited to her Scripture.  

	At twelve years of age young Mack found a friend.  Ponce Gellion was the friend and together the two friends got into as much mischief as possible.  They never got caught although they were high suspicion about their guilt.  They engaged sexually with one another, of course, but their engagement was a step up from what Mack’s cousins did to him and the Priest.
	Mack and Ponce engaged in kissing.
	And rim jobbing.
	There’s no better way to say “I love you” than swapping spit and roaming (your tongue) around the rim.  They spied on their community, too; when they spied on Don Tessman spanking his daughter Gloria—it turned the boys on.  What eight year old Gloria did to deserve her tall construction worker Daddy to lay bare hands to her bare ass was unknown to the boys, but they heard her cries and peeked into the side window of their house.  There on the living room sofa was Daddy Don with daughter Gloria across his lap, her pants and panties at her ankles and her bare ass right at the peeking boys’ view.  
	The act turned the boys on; they found themselves jerking off all the while Gloria got her licking.  When the beating was done she was stood up and shook and though lo the boys did see a glimpse of the girl’s goodie, it was that that turned them on.  Dashing/sneaking away the boys scurried to their secret fort house where they promptly got naked and commenced to spanking one another.

	They found a new love—a new level to their secret love.  
	Though both boys suffered spankings from their family and at their school, spanking one another was different—and often followed up by a generous bout of sodomy.  ‘oh sodomy/oh sodomy!  You are so good to me/you make me want to pee!  Oh sodomy cum unto me!’
	The boys found bizarre pleasure in that, too.  (peeing on one another)

	When Mack was sixteen his oldest brother died of AIDS.
	Middle brother was killed in action in some foreign war.
	Youngest brother met his fate on a motorcycle versus train.
	Mack went to live with an uncle in another state.
	The move ended one illicit love affair but ushered in another.
	At the Uncle’s household there were three—count ‘em THREE girl cousins to be had.  Doreen at nineteen; Kayleen at seventeen; and Maureen at fourteen.  Mack fit right in.  All three cousins were already naughty girls—and not with just themselves.  They were very-very naughty.  Doreen had ongoing sexual romps with midlevel teen boys at the house when no parental unit was around—it didn’t matter if her cousins, including new arrival Mack, was around to hear (or see.)
	Kayleen loved dick.  Teen dick, adult dick, boy dick.  As long as it was dick she wanted it—to hold, kiss, and suck the life out of.  Strangely, she didn’t overly care to BE dicked—that is to say she didn’t particularly care to be fucked (but she did get dicked regardless.)
	Maureen liked ‘em young.  Young boys she babysat for were her pleasure, Kayleen often joined in and with the young boys—boys who couldn’t cum yet, she spread her legs and let them fuck her proper.
	Mack was in good company.
	The relationship Mack shared with his cousins was more than “kissing.”  Doreen was the first to catch him jerking off in the bathroom.  She helped.  She sucked him off and she was the first to take his dick to her hot pussy.  She was also the first to get pregnant but it wasn’t for sure if visiting Mack was responsible.
	Kayleen enjoyed her live in male cousin; they showered together, fucked on the bathroom floor, and Kayleen was the first to have him pee on her.  This was done Kayleen sat on the toilet (naked) and her naked cousin standing before her pissed on her starting between her very nice teenage tits and going down from there.

	Mack scurried home from school one day early to find cousin Maureen being very-very naughty with a young-young boy.  They were in the bathroom—naked.  Maureen lay out naked on the floor amass wet bath towels and the 1rst grader nakedly lay atop her—fucking.
	Maureen gripped the boy’s ass and helped him glide his little dinky against her super hot fuckable cunt.  Despite his young age he had a stiffy; not all boys but most boys can get stiffies even in the womb!
	Mack was turned on more than ever and “joined in.”  Backdoor banditry was Mack’s pleasure—both his cousin and then the little boy.  It was a new beginning lasting thru college.
	It was at the end of his college career his life took a dramatic change.
	Mack liked the Classics; books, paintings, and the history of books and paintings.  He studied hard and achieved many goals along the route of mastering those studies.  But finding the ditty bag of money, drugs, and an electronic mind altering device redirected his life forever.

*

flashbang
	“take off your clothes.”
	The pretty eleven year old stood still for a moment, blinked her eyes slowly, stared straight ahead then pulled off her paisley vest.  She was a nice looking girl, good features, beautiful face.  
	“take off the top.”
	The paisley vest, some sizes too small was cast off to the floor and the girl went still thereafter.  At eleven, the girl had a bit of a chest regardless.  But Mack had seen girls at nine and ten who had “chest” delights.
	Bonnie’s fingers didn’t even tremble, she didn’t quiver, flinch, make a face, screw up her pretty face, or show protest in any way.  She had a bit of a fight to pull out the tucked in green shirt; but she managed and off it came to fall to floor.
	Mack smiled, nodded his head and pulled out his manhood.
	Wind blew down from the high mountains cold, but the crackling fire in the basement fireplace kept the chill away.  There was no snow on the ground outside the remotely located humble abode of Mack Borelin—but it was soon in coming.  
	Hanna Carney was a beautiful girl.  She was eleven and sported a smallish-girlish chest (palm sized breasts.)  The girl was of proper height and weight wearing (apparently) her favorite color—green.  The jeans of green weren’t particularly “tight” but they weren’t “loose”, either.

	“take pants down.”
	Mack’s voice was calm, direct, and firm.  Hanna didn’t even sigh or hesitate but fumbled undoing the brass button to the jeans and pushed them down once methodically unzipping them.
	The wind could be heard bashing the house above and rustling the top of the chimney which echoed down into the basement fireplace.  Mack was undaunted; he farted, tugged on his exposed cock, and continued.
	“take your panties down.”
	Hanna complied.
	“slowly.”
	Slowly Hanna complied; pushing the basic white undies down, rolling them to her knees.  Mack sighed relief, squeezed his dick a little more with anticipation of being extremely naughty with the bewildered girl whose mind was all his to command.
	The Electronic Mind Altering Device he had found years earlier during his high school years.  He was never the same after the find and his path of life took a dramatic detour.  With astute study—viola!  Success!  He understood the operation of the EMAD.  Limited speaking but he had the basic understanding.  He was seventeen and would never be the same again.
	Some testing was required—er, test SUBJECTS, in order to feel out the mind boggling gadget.  Subject first up was Sally Norrory.  She was a little on the “short side”; bright, bubbly, reddish brown hair with freckles adorning her very sweet face.  
	The fifteen year old freshman shared a class with the seventeen year old junior—one of those blended classes.  Speech and Debate.  There were plenty of hot girls around the campus to chose as a “test subject.”  There, too, were some hot teachers—even some cute guys!  But Mack settled on Sally and that was that.
	One day the Subject of Intent was standing outside after regular school waiting for her ride—who obviously had forgotten her.  Mack waited; it was prime opportunity, sure, but he was leery.  Enabling the Device had some hazards—detection being foremost.  EMAD detectors were everywhere including on people’s persons.
	Sally Norrory didn’t have a “cheerleader’s” body, but she was close.  Despite being “short”, Sally had appeal—a nice butt, decent chest, and a fantastic smile.  Her persona, attitude, and demeanor made her very charming and definitely on the top five list of personal conquests—with or without the aid of a minding device.

	“Hi!” Mack said slowly coming up at an angle to the Subject.
	“Hi!” replied Sally.  She clung her books (this was an era before bookbags were popular) to her chest and bounced to and fro on her sneakers.  Mack’s eyes were on that ass—tight-tight-tight.
	“Waiting for someone?” he assumed but had to say it anyways.
	She didn’t say “who” but nodded her head indicating that she was.
	Mack didn’t know much about her—but wanted to.
	“Well,” he drawled, “it’s like three-fiffteen--”
	“I know.” Bitched an obvious unhappy Sally.
	“I can give you ride.” Mack offered, ‘then you can give me one.’
	Sally paused five minutes more, then with a sigh agreed and accepted the ride.
	Mack didn’t know when or where to enable the EMAD.  Firstly he was leery if the girl had an EMAD detector.  If he tried to initiate his minding device she would know straightaway and his ass would be cooked.  It was a $1,000 fine to be in possession of an Electronic Minding Device, another thousand if caught in the process of trying to overwhelm someone’s mind.  Then there was, of course, 1yr minimum incarceration and confiscation of the minding device.  The name of the possessor would be well known to communities, school, malls, all social gathering places, schools…
	Sally lived not very far away from their school but it would be quite a walk—alone, for a teenage girl.  
	“Soooo, who forgot (you)?”
	“My Dad.”  Sally’s Daddy was sometimes forgetful—especially if he was deeply immersed in a domino game with his cronies.  Mack didn’t know if the girl had any brothers, sisters, or was an only child.
	“Anyone else at home?” Mack inquired as subtly as possible.
	“Just my Mom.” she answered politely.  (and did she just fart?)  A curious smell suddenly was inside the car, a 1970s non-sporty 2-dr Chevy.  It resembled a muscle car of the early days but wasn’t.  Mack’s cock surged and he deeply wanted to “plug” that odoriferous hole (of Sally Norrory.)
	“On the other side of the park.” Sally directed.  
	From the school, go left thru an old established residential neighborhood; turn right on the main thoroughfare going down five blocks then across the two set train tracks—then two more blocks to the park.  Before the park there was an elementary school and the park semi-encircled that school.  There was a popular sports field on both sides of the park with small paved roads on three sides from the main road.

	Citing confusion, Mack went along the first small road that was juxtaposed with an oilfield equipment lot on the left and the elementary school parking lot on the right.  A baseball field was next with a bit of park and dirt parking before the crossways road and some housing at the end of the park.
	Mack’s left hand coyly thumbed the EMAD at his side.  He chatted about their school, their class, and so on to hopefully distract his passenger.  Sally was chatty back and none the ware of her pending plight.
	Yap-yap-yap; she said he did; he did she said; going out of town to next week’s event will be cool; new final testing requirements going to suck; a fence going up around the school to keep students in and bad guys out; and so on.  Mack brought up on the small LCD screen a list of commands and command prompts.  First up, though, was Subject Mind Acquisition.
	It was a risk (of exposure) but Mack had to make direct line o’ between the minding gadget and the Subject, Sally, without Subject Sally knowing.  Luckily, Sally was busy flapping her lips and looking out the window.  Mack made a successful mind grab—so indicated by the steady green light on the EMAD.
	The Mind Target Acquisition read out read in the tiny-tiny display a series of lines indicting capture of Subject’s mind and how captured that mind was.  The next lines below indicated the level of commands that the capture mind could accept.  There were indicator lights to indicate the flow of command and acceptance.  On the control panel there was a series of sensor buttons that brought up in a separate LCD panel a list of command codes the unit could send to the Subject.  There, too, was a microphone the User could utilize but required an airline pilot’s microphone.
	Sally shut up.  Mack slowed his ride then pulled onto the dirt part where cars parked during ballgames or social gatherings in the park.  There were no ballgames in progress or social gatherings in the park—in fact, there was no one about at all.
	Sighing, Mack scrolled thru the list of commands and selected one:
	Remove clothing with the subheading the particular article of clothing like “shirt” “pants” “shoes” “panties” “bra”, etc.  With the command prompt highlighted Mack pressed the OK-send button.
	Nothing happened.
	Damn.
	He tried again.
	Nothing.
	Damn-damn.
	He tried again—unit shut off completely.

	Gulp.  Shit.  Damn-damn-damn-damn-damn-it.
	Sally, however, remained mindless and quiet.
	Hmmm.
	He waited.
	A bit of fear began to well up in him.  He hadn’t anticipated “problems” or how to solve them.  The minding device didn’t come with instructions—you had to finger it out for yourself.  So far, Mack had done alright—so far.
	Sally.
	Sally Norrory sat still—very still.  She still clung to her books, she still breathed but that was it.  Mack licked his lips and thought thoughtfully.  Then, slowly-ever so fucking slowly he touched her.
	He anticipated startling the girl.
	Sally remained still and quiet.
	Hmmm.
	Slowly-ever so slowly he put his hand directly onto her—shoulder.
	Nothing.
	Could be good—could be bad.
	Lightly he shook her.  Still nothing.  His cock began to bulge and whatever consequences there were, the seventeen year old no-body didn’t care.  He copped a feel of her titties.
	Not even a blink.
	Shit!
	Mack paused a moment to contemplate his next move and so-so thinking of what to do “after” when the minding device in his lap returned to life.  Figures.  His mind was not set to comprehend the device’s readouts; he was a little pissed and too horny.  Sally remained mindlessly sitting clutching her books so Mack fondled her titties, pulling the top of her top down to expose said titties when the girl suddenly sighed.
	Mack returned quickly to his own self, fuming.  This wasn’t working out.  Picking up the device he almost tossed it, but at the last moment clung to it, gave a long almost heart broken kind of sigh and looked over the unit noting a new command prompt in the secondary LCD:  vocal input ok.
	Hmmm.
	Wrinkling his nose and noting that apparently Sally’s mind was still held by the gadget, Mack whispered aloud speaking to the device:  “put down your books.”
	To Mack’s surprise the girl “came to life” and placed her books down on the floorboard.
	Hmmm.

	Nextly,
	“take your pants down.” might as well try that.
	More surprise as Sally Norrory did exactly that.  She undone her dark blue jeans and pushed them all the way to her ankles.  Mack was in love (with the EMAD.)
	The basic white undies with flowers on them came down next and there she was—nude.  Well, partially, her top and bra were still on but close counts.
	Though doing the naughty (or anything close) in public regardless of the sanctity of a regular vehicle like a Chevy Chevelle, Mack didn’t consider the consequences.  He was seventeen and didn’t bother to note those peculiarities; instead, he moved onto the girl—er, that is to say he opened her legs, eyed her goodie, then lifted her legs planting her shoes onto the headboard/ceiling.  
	At seventeen and despite having had some sex in his young life determining a girl’s “virgin” status was elusive to him.  Not that it would matter.  He eyed the girl’s cunt then commenced to fingering it—finger-finger-finger.  His cock was busting and clumsily he lowered the bucket seat.
	A consideration befell him—as Sally’s legs fell due to the angle of the dangle:  to keep her pants and panties on or go ahead and get them off.  If he did that then her top and bra were coming off and then HE was coming off!
	His eyes continued to take in Sally’s cunt.  
	Moving into position, Mack cared little for “voices” or traffic outside his ride.  After freeing his cock  from its confines he deftly pressed it against the girl’s cunt.  He thought of the other girls in their shared class, three other girls were definitely on his A-List.  Four other girls were on the B-List (girl’s he’d like to fuck after fucking the girls on the A-List.)
	He was about to make penetration when “voices” were too close and finally got his attention.  Peeking up and out the open window there were some pre-teen girls perched in the baseball bleachers giggling.  It was assumed that they could well enough see what Mack was doing.  They were a security risk but Mack didn’t think of them that way—they were a nuisance.  It wasn’t known if they knew he had used an EMAD.  Their presence annoyed him and then there was a sudden fleeting thought—
	A naughty thought…

	Jill Castman, Rita Tupper, Wendy Borock.  Three giggly girls not yet eleven years young.  Jill was the blond, Rita the dark haired girl, Wendy had the red hair.  

	The closeness of the residential houses was a bit of a worry and security risk for Mack to consider.  But he didn’t overly dwell on that route and quickly after securing the girl’s mind one-two-three he ushered the girls from the bleachers to his car.  Sally would have to wait.
	It was a scramble and a bit of awkwardness but the three 5th graders from the nearby school were in his car’s front seat area—and Mack himself had his still hard cock out and exposed!
	Jill’s blond hair was LONG—clear to her butt.  She wore light blue jeans and a light blue simple top with white lace and embroidered flowers, bees, hummingbird all over the shirt that had short sleeves.  The sleeve opening allowed a quick view into her chest area where a dainty trainer contained a pair of smallish titties.  
	Rita’s dark hair was soft, short, and thick.  She had a bit of Mexican in her and Mack hoped to have a bit of “Mack” in her.  Black jeans, black tennis shoes, reddish top.  A sweet roundish face, brown eyes, and Mack was near ready to blow off a load right then and there.  He couldn’t wait any long and undone Rita’s pants; the girl was positioned up against the driver’s seat, the steering wheel angled up and out of the way.
	Mack didn’t even pause; with the girl’s pants undone down quickly came her powder blue panties.  Mack’s dog went right up against the girl’s flesh, driving/probing between her legs with his hands going up and down her sides.
	The desire to poke her grew with some intensity.  His fingers probed her smooth cunt; she had pubes but not much.  Consumed by desires he moved the driver’s side seat down to where it was flush with the backseat.  It was very clumsily to overly awkward trying to get his cock into the girl’s pussy.  Angling her hips up Mack found easier access to her asshole.  But with their clothes on it was still awkward to difficult.
	Finally, in desperate frustration he pulled the girl’s pants and panties off, along with her shoes.  That made it a bit easer and after fingering her asshole, spitting on it and the head of his already cummy cock, penetration was at last successful.
	His first fuck and it wasn’t someone he knew.

	Rita made no noise or flailed about whatsoever.  None of the girls did.  Mack had some difficultly but not too much making anal penetration to Rita.  Sweat rolled off of him like a river and when his watched “beeped” indicating the top of the hour he came somewhat to his senses.  He had to get the partially naked Subject Sally home.

	Wendy Borock’s asshole was tight—too tight for Mack’s cock.  If he would have tried Wendy’s hole first before Rita’s, the strength of his cock might have been able to breach the unbreached hole.  But his cock had fired off a significant amount of liquid love into Rita’s backdoor and wasn’t sufficiently strong enough to bust a virgin.
	But although Wendy’s asshole was tight—that didn’t say the same for her cunt.  Super fine reddish hairs adorned the girl’s poon.  Mack stole a minute licking the girl out, tasting a bit of pee, and reeling in the slight musty aroma.  After slicking up the girl’s cunt he gently applied his freshly cleaned cock and found entering her somewhat easy.
	She was still tight, snug, close-fitting, but entry was possible and Mack did so.  He marveled at how there was no emotion whatsoever from the girl’s face.  She had a rather plain face, thick frizzy red hair, small-small AAA-cup titties; they were mere mounds but Mack enjoyed them just the same.
	Not all of his cock could so easily enter the girl, but close counts and that was enough.  He pumped a few pumps, pulled out and humped on the girl’s cunt and there he did cum.  He intended to cum IN her cunt but once he was cumming on grinding against the girl’s gash he didn’t care.
	There was no time for Jill—and Jill he wanted to do more than anything.  Even more than he wanted to do Sally!  But time was getting on and he didn’t want Sally in trouble.  By then, though, he was tired, shagged out, and not much in the mood to do anything but sleep!  Putting the girls back to normal was a chore; with Jill he took her pants and panties down, licked her out, fingered her and humped against her pussy and thigh and made a mental note to look her up, keep tabs on her (and her friends.)
	It was 4:30 when Mack fired up the Chevy; Jill, Rita, and Wendy were back on the bleachers.  Mack had the option of “Mind Wipe” on the command prompt but he didn’t know what that meant.  He decided against using it and after pulling out of the dirt parking space he depressed another sensory button “release subject(s).”

	Sally’s Mom was unhappy but not so much with Sally as she was with Sally’s Dad.  Sally introduced Mack to her Mom and explained that they had waited out front of the school until 3:30 then went to the nearby fast food restaurant for a root beer float and to do homework, discuss their class projects, and so on.  They lost track of time and both apologized.  
	While Sally’s Mom confronted her daughter off to one side, Mack brought up the EMAD and was elated when it indicated that both Subjects could be acquired.

	His thoughts were still on the bleacher girls.  Equipped with their addresses he very muchly wanted to have them to himself again.  And soon!  But first!
	With Subject One and Two standing still (and quiet) in the kitchen, Mack stepped up behind Subject One, patted her shoulders and when determining that she was indeed “acquired” patted her butt.
	Nothing.
	He sighed, farted, then unleashed his cock pressing it against Sally’s ass.  With his arms wrapped about the girl he hugged her, copping a feel of her titties with his nose right in her hair.  She smelled good!  The embrace, the act, the intent, the already have seeing her nakedness, all made him feel so good.  It was a wondrous feeling that he couldn’t describe.  
	Sally’s Mom, “Pepper” Anne, stood absolutely still.  She was tall so Mack assumed that the Daddy was the one on the short side.  Pepper had the red hair, though; but it was long and softly coiffed her long jawed face.  She had a nice trim body, bodacious ta-tas, a bit of a wide waist but was still trim enough.
	There was no more delays; Mack escorted his dumbfound prey to her bedroom whereupon he wasted little more time undressing her.  He made quick work of it, though, then stripped to his own skin with Sally standing idle before him.  Standing up before the girl he took her hand having her give a go at stroking his cock while he fingered her cunt.
	Again, it was awkward as the girl was short and he was tall.
	A little frustrated that the scene played out in his mind was not working out in real life he placed Sally on the bed suddenly realizing that he could speak into EMAD to get his way.  Earlier, he had spoken into the EMAD to get the Trio off of the bleachers and down to his car.
	“open your legs.” he said into the EMAD mini microphone.
	Sally parted her legs and Mack was ready to explode.

	Putting it to Sally was as good as he thought.  He didn’t think she was a virgin but he didn’t know for sure.  There was no blood on his dick and after five minutes of strenuous humping he finally released his third orgasm.  He loved all over the girl’s titties, sucking the near life out of them laying on the girl and manipulating her young teen body in an odd sort of way to wit finally he was behind the girl with his cock still humping away at her cunt.
	After the orgasm he nearly lost and settled into sleep.  But there was a need to pee and not wanting to pee on Sally—well, he did but not while she was on her bed.  While in the bathroom he washed up (his naughty bits) then returned to Sally’s room.

	Then he remembered Sally’s Mom still in the kitchen.
	Slowly he peeked around the corner and the woman was still there.  Pepper Anne was not a homemaker but worked at a non-profit making organization as well as held a position at a hospital supply company.  Dressed in beige slacks and matching blouse she looked pretty good and Mack stood naked before her.
	“take your pants down.” he said into the EMAD.
	Pepper Anne blinked her eyes, screwed up her face a bit, then unhitched her knit slacks and they basically fell down without much effort.  Purple panties greeted Mack, full brief type.  For a moment he was frozen just staring before coming to his senses and having the woman continue—stripping off her blouse and bra with sliding down her panties at the last.
	A fiery bush greeted the horndog Mack nextly.  He smiled and lingered his lustful eyes on the treat then carefully guided the mindless woman to the breakfast table and laid her there—then laid her there.  Firstly, though, was a little noshing at the “Y”.  A little more than “mustiness” saluted Mack—it was not unpleasant but it caught him.  He licked, nipped, and lapped all about the bush; drove his tongue into the recess of the cunny than unable to hold off any longer drove his bone into her cunt and fucked his brains out.

*

the thing about EMADs
	The thing with having an EMAD is that you want to use it—and often.
	Everyone was a potential target and then a Subject.  No one was safe.  Mack was in personal peril—every girl he knew or saw tempted him.  No one was safe.  Every girl at his school, every girl at every OTHER school; every girl he met at a sporting event, his speech/debate class event, the mall, the park, everywhere and anywhere—the EMAD could make it possible for him to have her.
	A week after he had humped Sally and her Mother and he was a mess.  The EMAD seemed a little quirky, too; Mack wasn’t sure what its problem was and didn’t have anyone to ask or any resources.  But barring the quirkiness of the minding device, Mack was in overload and couldn’t make up his mind about who to do nextly.  He had too many choices.  Sally seemed ok and he had to wonder about her Mom.  More than once did he think of Pepper Anne and more than once did he jack off thinking of sinking his bone into her again—and again—and again.

	He had the same lurid thoughts about doinking Sally more, too.
	But next on his A-List was Lanai (ancient Hawaiian island); she was seventeen and though not strikingly pretty—she had some mystic that captivated Mack and she was worthy of being on his List.  She hailed from Texas and he had known her since 8th grade—but not socially.  They seldom spoke and he doubted that she knew his name.  But he knew hers.  He knew where she lived, the church she went to, and so on.  They shared no classes together but saw one another in passing.
	She was a “church” girl; her Daddy was a minister.  Despite that, she wore jeans (tight jeans) and also was heard to let rip a cuss word now and then.  She was popular within her social group and had many suitors.  Mack assumed that she got fucked on a regular basis.
	Silky long brown hair, not very tall, sometimes slouched in the shoulders, pleasing ass and very pleasing breasts.  She was friendly and made Mack nearly lose his load when he saw her dressed out in school red gym shorts.  It gave him additional thoughts of the girl showering…
	Unable to curb himself and the electronic mind altering device apparently back to full operation, Mack tempted fate and made good to satiate his desire.  Claudia Worton was with Lanai, Claudia was always with Lanai.  The two were inseparable, they sang in the choir and shared most classes together.  Mack wondered if they showered together…
	For whatever reason the girls came to school half an hour before First Bell.  Mack usually held off until the last possible moment—he didn’t particular find school all that worthy of his time.  Lanai and Claudia had their lockers down a long hallway that was known as an “annex”; the campus had in the beginning only a few buildings—long ones with several classrooms on each side of the hall with bathrooms, supply, teacher lounge whatever at the ends.  Then, as more students came to populate the campus more buildings were needed.  Thusly “annex” buildings came to be.
	“C” Annex housed two Economics classes, two history classes, one art class.  At the end of the hall the building turned sharply for twenty feet opening to a pair of great doors that opened to a small hill that was permanently installed gymnastic apparatuses.  The basketball and volleyball courts were just beyond.
	At the early hour of 7:30AM no one was about making use of the gymnastic stuff or the pavement courts.  Mack little by little made his way along pretending to be busy looking at homework on his book then fiddling with his locker.  

	As far as he knew, acquiring a Subject’s mind was a fairly easy thing—within limits.  That meant (as far as he knew) distance.  The girls at the park the previous week had been some ten-twelve feet away and up about ten feet, too.  How far did the Subject(s) have to be for the EMAD to capture their mind?  How far away was too far?
	Mack determined that he was about twenty feet away from his targets.  They were at the corner where the hall turned blabbering, giggling, and did one of them fart?
	The readout on the EMAD showed “no activity.”  He had to get closer and invade their space.  Sidewise checking the girls to see if they were checking him, Mack sidestepped a few feet closer.  When the girls DID look his way he fiddled with a locker.
	When at twelve feet the EMAD reacted and Subject Acquisition was possible.  He knew he could nail three minds at a time, he wondered how many more?
	Stepping up behind Lanai with his cock proceeding him he got a whiff of her perfume.  He wanted her naked.  Naked and sitting on his face!  And he wanted to spank her, to spank her and Claudia and watch them spank each other!  Yeah!  That was the ticket.
	Trusting what the EMAD was telling him he ran his hands up along Lanai’s sides.  She didn’t move or react.  Touching Claudia’s breast, pressing his body right up against Lanai’s backside told Mack that the girls were indeed his.
	At the end of the hall there was History 1, Early American History from the Colonies to just after the Civil War.  There was a little nook at the end of the hall.  Mack guided his Subjects there—it was a little cramped but it would do.  And once more, time was not on his side.
	A single bare bulb illuminated the small nook, Mack made quick work of undoing Lanai’s light blue pants; he told her sidekick to undo her’s and “take ‘em down.” which she did.
	There wasn’t a lot of room in the nook which was supposed to be a supply room with a door.  Never seemed to have panned out.  Squatting to his knees Mack addressed Lanai in her yellow panties; smiled, then gently lowered the undergarment while Claudia lowered her own.
	It was clumsily, awkward, and tight quarters but Mack made it happen—penetrating Lanai’s pussy.  Once more, though, he had no idea if she were a virgin or not.  He didn’t care, either.  She was “tight” and his cock thoroughly enjoyed shagging her.  On the dirty cracked green tiled floor Mack worked himself firstly grinding on the girl’s cunt.  It wasn’t the bestest place to hump a girl but it would do.

	His feet stuck out but he didn’t care, his cock was ALL the way into Lanai’s cunt and it was a feeling he didn’t want to see go away.  He drove hard and a time or two looked to the standing Claudia.  He wanted to do her, too.  Lanai made some faces and Mack wished he could have her privately somewhere else—so as to have completely naked and get at those titties.
	But he hadn’t the place or the time.  He gave his all to Lanai (and then some) then pulled out to grind on the girl’s cunt.  A goodly squirt he had delivered into her cunt—more came to spew and soil the pussy.  That felt good, too.
	There just was no time for Claudia.

	There was time for Claudia later that afternoon, lunch type time.  Lanai was with her, of course, and it was once more a double take.  Mack didn’t mind and graciously took his prey to a more secluded spot beyond the cafeteria area to a place juxtaposed between the outdoor eating spot and the upper level shops.
	And though he had yet to get naughty with Claudia he got Lanai once more.  Totally naked, too.  He had time but not much; he had Claudia undress herself and was marveled at how she complied—even more so when in the morning in the nook how after he “released” the girls they seemed to go on about their business none the wise for what had happened to them.
	The minding device was a true marvel.
	Two dingy dirty large brick walls there was; one was lower from the cafeteria side while the other was up higher being on the upper level where the wood and metal shops were.  The space between the walls was eight feet at least with shrubs lining them almost obscuring the space.
	Though there wasn’t a LOT of time, there was time enough to spend admiring the girls.  Lanai really had him, she wasn’t a raving beauty but that was ok—he was obsessed with her.  After loving on her a bit, licking her pussy, fingering her pussy, he lay on her grinding his cock that was hard enough to bust bricks, he thought of the cheerleader squad he had just seen in the cafeteria outdoor eating area.
	The sophomore squad, pretty-pretty sixteen year old girls with super fine bods.  Vivian Li and Carleena Bok he wanted to sink his bone into and how.  Vivian was Chinese while Carleena was Korean.  Then the rest of the squad had good choices, too.  
	So did the Freshman squad and the Junior squad and the Senior squad.  Six girls per squad.  Mack’s cock could certainly get a work out with them!

	After getting into Lanai and on with the humping of her good and proper—and a sunburn on his back and ass, he got the naked Claudia to get on her hands and knees.  He liked that view for sure; her ass, cunt, the girl on her hands and knees.  
	While he humped Lanai, he rubbed a hand on Claudia’s ass.  Some spanking, fingering, and sincere caressing lasting the entire time of fucking Lanai.  It was an incredible bout making his toes curl, eyes roll, and body contort in an odd-odd manner.  It was good.
	Unfortunately, again, there was no time for Claudia.

	Spanking.  When landing swats to Claudia’s ass (and his cock dwelling nicely in her friend’s twat) Mack did feel a strange weirdness from the deed.  At the time he did associate the spanking with the new good feeling—he chalked that up to simple fact of the act he was committing with Lanai and not Claudia.
	But having Claudia butt bare assed naked, on her hands and knees, legs open, pussy and asshole for him to ogle at his leisure DID tingle his loins and make the act of “putting it to” Lanai all the more enjoyable.
	He was about to stuff Claudia’s asshole and give her the ass fuck of her life when there were too many voices gathering in the outdoor cafeteria seating area and put Mack on edge.  Carefully he dressed Lanai and Claudia, then himself then scurried the girls out the other end of the secret place and “released” them.
	Claudia showed some signs of trauma; wavered, unsure of her stance, and slurred her speech.  Lanai appeared to be drunk.  Thankfully after shaking their pretty heads they gathered themselves and took off to the nearest bathroom.
	Choices-choices-choices.
	Decisions-decisions-decisions.
	Girls everywhere, fifteen to eighteen.  Regular girls, big girls; Mexican, Japanese, even Eskimo!  Girls who were on the foreign exchange student plan.  German girls, Sweedish, English, and French!  Delightful girls, sassy girls, spoiled girls.  Dimwits, dorks, geeks, and just plain weird girls.  Gothic girls, bizarre girls, freaky to scary girls.  
	It mattered not if the girl was tall, short, black, white, or other.  Some girls were plain, some were extraordinary.  Some wore good clothes, some wore inappropriate clothing—revealing.  Some girls were well mannered, others were not so much.
	Mack wasn’t choosey, if his cock could take it he’d fuck ‘em all!

	But back to that spanking…
	A next door neighbor child, Shelby Hemett, got Mack’s attention.  What the wee child did to warrant getting swatted Mack didn’t know, but it got his attention nonetheless.  
	Confounded with the unknown intricacies of the EMAD and knowing that there were enhancements to be had (and found), Mack wrestled with prying open the minding device and taking a peek inside.  That naturally disabled the handy unit and it shut off.
	The sound of someone getting smacked distracted him and from his second floor bedroom he peeked to see young Shelby Hement getting her lickings.  Often he heard the girl’s cries of distress and on occasion he saw the girl actually getting said lickings.  Never before had Mack paid much attention—until now.
	And this time, too, he got to see more that got his interest—and cock harder than ever.  Shelby was a pretty thing, seven years young and in deep trouble with her brusque Daddy.  Risking being seen, Mack stood up against the side of his window peeing thru the curtain; cock out, and jerking off to beat all.
	In Shelby’s bedroom the little girl was against her bed bare assed.  Her Daddy, who was a city councilman and owned/operated a couple of stores in the local mall, walloped her young tender ass repeatedly until it turned a nice shade of red.  Mack rubbed his own ass and began to seriously flog his dog.
	The spanking stopped and the little girl was stood up; her Daddy on his knees held her at the shoulders and yelled at her then stood up and left the room leaving little Shelby to rub her burning ass.
	Mack started cumming and wanted to rub little Shelby’s ass himself—with his tongue, hand and especially his cock!  Mack flopped onto his bed, pushed down his clothes and “got after it.”

	A couple of hours later…
	Ted Hemett left for work or to go to a council meeting leaving his daughter still suffering in her room.  She wasn’t alone, however, teenage babysitter Dawn Shoeburger was there.  Well, not in the girl’s room, Dawn was naturally the typical babysitter, typical teenage girl—she was downstairs on the phone.
	Little Shelby stood at the backdoor, there’s the patio door off of the kitchen and then the backdoor from the laundry room next to the garage.  Mack breathed hard as he was briskly waltzing on dangerous territory.  Kneeling down he smiled to Shelby then gently hugged her.

	It was a safe bet that the girl was under his power—she had left her room and come to the door, unlocked it and was there.  During the hug, of course, the ultimate test.  A butt feel.
	Little Shelby remained stoic, calm, and still adorned with tear stains on her face.  But Mack squeezed her butt and with no reaction from the seven year old squeezed more then slipped his hands inside her blue knit shorts and “got after it.”
	Mack could still feel the “heat” from the little girl’s ass.  He moved in small circles his hands all over the bum before slipping his probing fingers inside her underwear.  His cock raged and demanded attention.  Scooping Shelby up he carried her into the closed garage off to one side where it was direct line o’ sight blocked from the attached house.
	It was dark and musty but secure.  There was natural light from the two grungy windows—no security risk as there was a huge brick wall covered by ivy just outside window.  Mack sighed then pulled down Shelby’s shorts.  On his knees he looked over the girl—he figured he had sufficient time to do something without fear of being caught or Dawn freaking out by not being able to find the girl ‘cause Dawn the teenager would be forever yapping on the phone to her girlfriend.
	A few times did Mack get to see little Shelby in her bathing suit frolicking outside in the backyard.  Cute little thing.  And a time or two he saw glimpses of her in her bedroom, in her underwear or less.  Those times he barely thought of her sexually.  Equipped with the EMAD his inappropriate thoughts had changed.
	Out of his pants he took his johnson, taking Shelby’s hand he got the girl to please him.  He was near to squirting right then and there.  Slowly he tugged down the girl’s panties then began dragging the back of his finger up and down the girl’s sex.  A bit of sperm oozed out of his piss slit and his illicit passion began to mount.
	His hands went to the girl’s butt, still warm-warm from the recent spanking.  Small circles—small circles then delving fingers into the crack, touching the “hole” then pressing the hapless girl to him—his cock right up against her.
	A green top with a happy face kitty on the front did Shelby wore; Mack pulled it off then smoothed his hand over her flat chest.  Laying the girl out on a handmade wooden toy chest was good—the chest was the right height for Mack to continue his naughty business; which was to pull off the knit shorts, panties, and render the girl stark naked.  Opening her legs and lifting them up a bit he got a nice view of her cunny.

	There was, of course, no way he could fuck her.  But he could tongue her.  And so he did.  There was strong taste not too distasteful of “pee”.  Mack licked all over the hairless poon, drove rapidly into the recess of the slit then fully engulfed the cunt roaming his hands all over her fine nude body.
	Little Shelby did not but lay there and take it.
	There were no thoughts in mind as Mack angled himself, positioned himself placing his teenage cock against the seven year old’s pussy.  He humped and humped hard grinding his cock against the super soft pussy.  He did poke the pussy but did not penetrate further.  It felt pretty good just humping the slit and in minutes was shooting cum up her body.  A goodly amount was emptied directly onto her pussy.  There he did gouge the cunt a little more make some forward entry.
	But that was all.  He poked her asshole then grinded against her pussy cupping her butt with welling desire to “get in her.”
	That would have to wait until she was at least ten.

	Inside the house, Dawn Shoeburger was no longer on the phone, she had a boy toy over and they were heavily “into” it.  Into one another—the boy into the girl.  Dawn was naked.  Her horny boyfriend not so much.  Dawn was a nice looking girl, cheerleader material but she wasn’t one.  She was actually a girl who appeared in local magazines, trendy magazines attired in the latest fashions for teen girls mostly.
	Her boyfriend, Race Cannon, was a nice (handsome) looking guy; rugged features, raven dark hair that was loose and hung partly over his eyes; tan skin, trim and fit, athletic, and had a pleasing—cunt pleasing cock more than adequate for a sixteen year old teen hunk.
	And right on the living room sofa they were doing the nasty.
	Dawn’s top, bra, panties, jeans, were on the floor and her young lithe body gyrated all about as she was pounded by her horndog.  The horndog was tall and during the course of putting it to his girl she pulled off his shirt.  Her hands went all over his sweating tan body, clutching him as he began to bring her to the brink of orgasmic bliss.
	A condom was in use.  The boy filled Dawn’s cunt to the max, and then some.  Powerful thrustings delivered magnificent loads of sticky icky goo oozing out despite being wrapped (that was Dawn’s cum!)  The girl shuddered all over, wrapped her legs about her lover’s legs, her arms about his neck and their bodies melded.
	Race shuddered, too, delivering the full amount of his ball juice.
	Then they kissed, Race fondling Dawn’s breasts, his cock languishing about the girl’s cummy cunt—all unawares that they had been watched!

	In the game against Westland High Cougars, Race Cannon, scored 30 of the Northland High Wildcats’ 64 points.  Race was good, an all-star athlete, popular and well liked.  Bumping into Mack on the court had been tolerated to a point but it was clear, to Mack, that Race was a ball grabber.
	With that note assumed, Mack had the naked sweating “ball grabber” grab some balls—his balls (Mack’s.)  Race was thin build, semi muscular, lanky, and Mack knew for a fact gay.
	Even without the EMAD’s Mack knew the sophomore had homosexual tendencies.  He was sure that Dawn and every other girl at the school weren’t in the know about that little tidbit of information.  Mack knew it, Mack saw it (him) in action in the locker room/shower.  Always on the alert for homosexual activity, Mack did note on the sly Race and another basketball teammate “handling” one another.  This after a practice game and virtually everyone else out of the locker/shower area.  Mack had volunteered to help the coach by picking up the yellow towels and taking them into the towel room.  While within the towel room he found the stash of porn mags and while perusing the glossy pages of skin of impossible girls he discovered also Race and Paul Peterswood cock grabbing.
	“suck my balls.” Mack said aloud in a bare whisper; this after both Race and Dawn had their minds walloped by Mack’s minding device.
	Race stood, naked, cum dripping from his dick, then nonchalantly came up to Mack and “went to his knees.”
	The ball washing was good and Mack stuffed Race’s mouth full of cock meat, too.  ‘suck me, bitch!’ In the shower with Peterswood, the two horndogs had gleefully handjobbed one another with Paul turning himself about allowing soaped up Race to “take him.”
	Mack didn’t mind—a boy hole was just as good as a girl hole.  After much ball washing (and cock sucking) Mack had Race apply his talented mouth down onto Dawn’s cummy cunt.  While he licked and lapped up his own mess after pulling out and pulling off the condom, Mack poked his way into the boy’s backdoor hole.

*

just how naughty can you get?
	Tammy Hewely.
	Tammy Hewely and her shadow, Leanne Kirpatrick.
	Tammy Hewely and her shadow Leanne Kirpatrick were nonstop gabbers.  They were freshmen, fifteen, and shared the Speech & Debate class with Mack.  Tammy had a set of titties that would stop a truck.

	Leanne belonged to the IBTC (Itty Bitty Titty Committee.)
	Both girls were delicious—both had fine qualities that were endearing to their species.  Tammy had flaming red hair, perky titties, super tight ass.  She was bright, cheerful, happy-go-lucky, fuckable.  She cussed but not overly so; she smelled of strawberries!   
	Best friend Leanne was a little on the skinny side; shy, beautiful smile, and Mack had heard her rip one one day while on the bus to a speech event.  Both girls were friendly and got a ride home from Mack.  Before the EMAD in his life it was a simple thing of letting the girls off at their homes.
	With the EMAD, however, that policy changed.
	Once the girls were safely in his clutches—er, car, and away from school property, Mack made good utilizing his minding device.  Of course, doing it on the sly, listening to their banter, driving, he dropped the unit beside the door and seat.  And naturally it went UNDER the seat, too.
	Naturally!
	The girls giggled about whatever and Mack nearly ran up onto the sidewalk.  Every time his fingers touched the device it scooted away.  Going over the railroad tracks didn’t help.  Finally, turning sharply on the street Tammy lived on, hitting the roadway ditch jostled the elusive EMAD to Mack’s fingers and grasp.
	Keeping the unit out of the girls’ sight he finally made good lambasting Tammy and Leanne.  Sighing, he pulled up out front of the yellow house pulling up a little further than directly in the middle of the lot so as not to look like he was at that particular house.
	No one was home.  Tammy had three brothers, two older and one younger.  Her parents were divorced with her Dad living on the East Coast.  
	“be normal,” Mack said to the Device that transmitted same to Tammy and Leanne, “go into your house.”
	The girls became a little more lively and more themselves but still somewhat zombie-like.  Mack had feared he would never-ever again have use of his beloved gadget (after prying the top open) but after fiddling with the unknown mini switches and this and that then closing the top tight-ass shut the unit miraculously returned to life.  Much to Mack delight.
	He also found that there were new command prompts in the display.  What exactly they were he wasn’t sure as they were displayed in code but had the “execute?” command following.  It was thought better to leave the new lines of codes alone and keep with what he knew worked.

	Once inside the house Mack made a quick check to make sure they were alone—then he hustled the girls to Tammy’s bedroom.  The bedroom door was left open so as to hear anyone coming home then Mack settled on getting the girls to get naked.
	He enjoyed that route immensely.
	Watching the girls undress themselves just thrilled Mack so; he stripped off his own clothes and marveled at how the two teenagers before him acted as if he weren’t there.  He had fucked Race and Dawn, and done serious naughty to Shelby; he had done Sally and her Mom (her MOM!) did a little naughty with the bleacher girls (Jill, Rita, and Wendy); fucked Lanai and Claudia.  None of them ever knew that he had violated them.
	And for good measure, after having his way with Race and Dawn he returned to Shelby taking her back to her bedroom and spanking her.  He got such a hard-on!  He spanked her bare ass, pressing her against her bed like her Daddy had done to her.  Then on her bed straightened out.  Then with her panties on.
	For added thrill he turned her onto her back, locked her ankles and hoisted her legs up to wallop at will her very tenderized ass.  By then he was cumming off.  The view of the girl was incredible, rendering her ass red excited him and after his hand could take no more he spanked the girl with his hard dick.
	Only a little did the girl show emotion.
	Mack was hard pressed to wait until Shelby was ten…

	The girls were paused in their undressing when at their panties.  Mack sat on the other twin bed that was in Tammy’s room, butt naked, jerking her gherkin.  He liked girls in their panties and he figured he had the time to ogle Tammy and Leanne in theirs.
	Butt naked and Tammy was a little more “beefy”; she was still girlish but apparently athletic.  Leanne was not so, she was very slim but not overly so.  And when the panties came down at last, Mack was more than thrilled to find Tammy with a thick patch of fiery fur and her best friend with none at all!
	With the girls fully naked—it was time.  Firstly he had them on their knees.  Then, standing before them he humped their face one at a time cinching his cock up to snug his ball sac up against their mouths and then their noses.  Tammy had super fine hair that was very soft cause him nearly to blow his load therein.
	Leanne’s was good, too; a little passed her shoulders, brown in color and more “feathered” than that girl on “Facts of Life.”

	Full blown blowing came nextly.  Mack never understood why it was called “blowjob” when the girl didn’t “blow” but suck!  And Tammie was a good “sucker”, too!  Sighting in on some pictures on the nearby dresser Mack wondered.
	“are you naughty with your brothers?”
	“Yes.” she said after popping his cock out of her mouth.
	Cool!
	Mack didn’t understand the complex idiosyncrasies of Q&A (even when it was right there in front of him!)  He put his slobbered on tool into Leanne’s mouth and humped his fill there thinking all the while of Tammy’s brothers fucking her.  They were lucky to have a sister—a handy fuck whenever they wanted!
	And speaking of fuck…
	Tammy first.  Placing the girl on her own bed the examination of her cunny began.  He liked—a lot!  Such a fiery bush he had never seen!  It was trim and reminded him of the mildew in the basement.  He licked and tasted the pee; her pussy lips were slick and it wouldn’t be long before he was cumming off—whether in her pussy or not.
	He tried taking his time but that wasn’t cutting it—his cock demanded, insisted “get me in there!”  Two minutes of cunnilingus and Mack paid heed to the almighty Schlong.  Tammy’s nipples had perked up and it was a dream cum true—just as it had been when schlepping his salami into Lanai.
	Not even to the infamous two minute mark and cum was squirting out of his cock.  Amazing the fifteen year old could take all of his lovely love tool; she had sucked all of it, too, leaving him to wonder if she could take him fully in the ass?  Leanne was so slender he didn’t think she could take him fully anywhere.
	While he humped Tammy, he had Leanne lay beside them.  The girl’s ass was wondrous and all over it he smoothed his hand, squeezing the cheeks and spanking.  The spanking intensified his lovemaking to Tammy and after cumming in her his cock flourished on the girl’s cunt humping the gash like he had done to Shelby.
	The spanking began and increased Mack’s lustful intent.  
	It just couldn’t be believed that none of the girls he had spanked so far had been aware of such.  He landed his swats not overly hard but hard enough to make a sound and eventually bring a sting to his hand.  Hardly, though, was there any acknowledgement of such infliction.

	After humping his fill on Tammie he rested only momentarily.  Leanne lay with a searing hot ass—Mack fingered her hole and cunt and soon was drawn to tonguing her crack and diddling.  A minute after and he was shoving his aching dong into her asshole.
	With his hands clamped tenaciously on her hips he drove as much as possible with some determination into her funk.  He was unwise to know if she was a virgin there or not—it was tight, snug, and only half accepting his lengthy dick.  That was alright, though, he pulled out and spanked her ass, glided himself up and down the crack, fucked her cunt, fondled her breasts, and enjoyed her longer than he did with Tammy!
	He was about to hump Tammy’s ass when the front door slammed,
	“Tammy!  You home?” Tammy’s Mommy had come home.
	Peeking out the bedroom door he saw the woman briefly go into the kitchen setting down some bags of groceries, jingling car keys, and being noisy (she farted).  With some trepidation Mack stole his way down the hall to the kitchen—butt bare assed naked.  His cock ached so and he was rather a little stinky and would much rather take a shower and go the fuck home.
	But nope!
	He saw the woman and she wasn’t bad.  Mack’s cock so-so said, “well, ok, let’s do her, too!”
	Well, why not!?