August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Forty-One
How to Gangbang without really trying

Just how naughty can you get?
(let’s find out!)
	What exactly the complexities of an Electronic Mind Altering Device were she didn’t know—nor did she care.  The Device worked and that was all that mattered.  Although not an “A” student, Helga Heely had smarts enough to figure out the minding gadget and make it useful for her use.  It wasn’t that complicated and with just a few minutes of astute study of the sensor pad the intricate workings were revealed to her.
	She smiled, farted, and sought out a Subject.
	There was some apprehension, of course; furthering her pursuit into the wicked realm of wickedness meant an uncertain future.  She was traipsing on unknown ground—albeit it enticing.  Seeing how well the Device worked on the Boatass family, plus one, Helga was highly enthused into “traipsing” into unknown territory.
	‘Just once.’ she told herself, ‘maybe twice.  Depends.’
	Depends on the Subjects encountered.
	She was sure that Logan Haskell was going nuts trying to find the EMAD; after bringing the family Boatass, plus one, back to life he casually made his way mingling.  Helga was trapped for awhile in the closet but when she smelled dinner cooking she took the moment to scoot out and make way elsewhere—leaving her piss puddle for the Mommy to find.
	And it seemed that Logan still wasn’t satisfied with his doings; Helga was at the end-of-the-hall window when Logan accompanied by Karen came up the stairs.  Karen was tugging on Logan’s hand—she had something to show him in her bedroom.
	Once inside the boy wasted no time in zapping her—but was interrupted by someone calling his name from downstairs.  The distraction was enough to distract him—upset him and cause the minding device a failed operation.  Logan fumbled and was frantic ‘cause suddenly there was Karen’s sister, Kristi, at the door calling for them to come downstairs to dinner.
	Logan scarcely had the time to hide the EMAD—in facts, he dropped it.  A scoot of the foot kicked the minding device under Karen’s bed and no one was the wiser.  ‘cept of course, Helga.

	It was planned to return the Device to the frantic boy—after.  After she herself had had some Subjects for herself.  Just one or two.  Maybe three.  It depended on who she saw and how horny she was (and Helga Heely could be very horny!)  With her mind filled with what Logan “Heartthrob” Haskell had done she was way horny than ever before!
	First up was a young’un in the 7th Ave alley between the backends of row townhouses.  Typical alley—abandoned cars, sofas, car parts, appliances, and so on.  There were some “forts” made of the refuse made by kids living in the row townhouses; wooden pallets, tires, stolen goods of this and that (tv’s, stacks of porn mags, stereo systems) lined the small one-way street, too.
	There were fences for the so-so backyards of the townhouse row, trash cans the regular type and other assorted; some trees, saplings of one type or another also lined the street.  It was at one of the trees by a ramshackled fort constructed of pallets and tires where Helga saw seven year old Ellen Bootlips.  She wore a yellow sun dress, short kiddie style, checkered, and a little oversized for her.
	Helga watched her playing by herself; there were some kids at the far end of the alley but none in close proximity of the little girl.  A quick check to the open windows of the four story townhouses and Helga operated Logan’s EMAD.  She had spent hours upon hours learning the operation of the minding device—and still wasn’t all that certain that she had all the needful information she needed.
	Oh well.
	Ellen Bootlips was pretty, blond haired, blue eyes, fresh face, a little grimy but mostly clean regardless.  As she played some game of hide-in-seek using dolls and stuffed plush toy animals, she suddenly went very still.  Slowly—slowly, she inched up her pretty checkered yellow dress revealing her butt clad in matching yellow panties.
	Helga’s cunt ached and began to moisten.  Licking her lips, Helga approached the girl trying not to race to her and ducked into the haphazard fort pulling the girl in with her.  There wasn’t much time, Helga feared, so she wasted none.  It was hot inside the fort but there was nothing she could do about that.  In one fell swoop Helga pulled off Ellen’s dress; then she sat back to look at the girl clad in those matching yellow panties—a tingling began to erupt between her legs and down came the girl’s panties rendering her very naked.

	Helga then laid herself down pulling and positioning the mindless Ellen onto her—right onto her face whereupon Helga began driving her tongue into the innocent’s crevice.  There was a slight hint of pee; it didn’t bother Helga—it only enticed her more and with her hands tight to the girl’s butt she gouged the girl’s quim onto her face.
	Ellen didn’t squeal, scream, or give any indication that she was aware.
	Helga felt an incredible rush as she drove her tongue into the girl’s sex; she had to send a hand down to her hot pussy and bother it all the while she licked out Ellen.  Too enthused was Helga, though, to simply finger herself to some sort of satisfaction.  She soon moved to laying the girl down and positioning her ownself on her.  Unfortunately, though—for Helga, the young girl was too mindless to perform the sex act Helga desired.  That was alright, Helga frigged herself while sitting right on the young girl’s face, grinding her steaming cunt right on her sweet young innocent face.

	He was no more than seven or eight, baggy pants, rumbled shirt with no sleeves; sandy brown hair, a round-round face, and had just took a piss on an old mattress leaning up against a brick wall of a townhouse structure.  He was up a little further from Ellen.  Helga watched him pee, do the customary “shake”, fondled the nuggets, then put everything back and tarry on his merrily.
	Helga zapped him and he stopped dead in his tracks.  That peculiar ability (speaking of the EMAD) floored her.  She just couldn’t believe how it worked—but was glad that it did.  She found that she could manipulate the boy, easier than the girl, ‘cause after bringing him inside the next fort constructed of old foul smelling mattresses he undone his pants, pushed them down, then pushed down his underwear, too.
	Helga smiled, farted, then groped the boy’s puddling, fondled his balls, and got all hot and bothered again.  The boy, Brad, stared straight ahead never the wiser.  Helga took the young pud to her mouth and sucked it—sucked it—sucked it.  She managed to get it hard which surprised her—and delighted her.  
	After much ado about sucking, Helga peeled off her clothing and sat up on her knees fingering herself furiously.  It was stifling inside the makeshift fort but Helga didn’t care.  Her passion transcended her creature comfort.
	After such a time and Helga laid out on her clothes pulling young eight year old Brad onto her.  A little manipulation here—a little manipulation there and Brad’s tender boner was nestled nicely in Helga’s hungry cunt.

	A little more manipulation and the boy was fucking.
	Helga was cumming.
	Her hands gripped tightly the boy’s ass keeping him steady on; it was a strange-strange feeling feeling the boy’s penis stabbing her eleven year old cunt.  There was an undeniable tingling that quickly shot to full out orgasm.  Young Brad had no idea what he was doing but he was doing it well—well enough for Helga to have a nice-nice orgasm.

	Of course, along with mind manipulation there was the other gambit of which Helga enjoyed almost as good—spying!  And she found something worthy of spying and with enhancements to the EMAD she had in her position that she was quasi aware of, spying was kicked up a notch.  The EMAD allowed her to get even closer to what she was spying on.
	Close to evening type time and Helga was on her way to return the minding device—along the way,
	In a garage there was some activity.  A regular-normal house at the end of one of the townhouse row blocks.  Several small moderate homes occupied space therebouts and Helga snooped her way along seeing what she could see.  In the garage was a late model station wagon, typical cluttered counters, water heater, electrical junction box, kid’s toys, and large bags of doggie food.
	A cute little three year old clad in basic panties danced about being silly to very silly squealing and carrying on like little kids like to do.  A teenage boy of about thirteen or so was present, no relation.  A mommy figure was present, too; the mommy of the little squealer.  What was interesting was the little girl—not so much her little childish antics of squealing, flailing her arms and dancing crazily but when she began pulling froggies out from her panties.
	Froggies?
	Yep—froggies.
	One frog—two frog—three frog—four!
	Five—six—seven frogs plus one more, too!
	Small little croakers the girl had no fear of.  As she pulled this froggie out and that froggie, the mommy figure asked of the young teen boy to “help out.”  By that she meant, get the panties down of the little girl and free those frogs!
	There was some hesitation on the boy’s part but he squatted down, held the little frog girl still—or reasonably so—still enough to take her pinkish panties down and free the remaining froggies.

	The mommy, Rose Nylynn, spoke with an odd accent and didn’t seem to be alarmed at her child and the number of froggies that had been contained in her underwear.  She also operated a video camera.  The boy, Eon, was apprehensive, giddy, and not bad looking.  He was all of thirteen, sandy brown hair, some freckling, definite blue eyes, somewhat shy, not quite the city kid, and somewhat embarrassed at the current situation.
	Little Hanna, the center of attention, gleefully pranced as her panties were pulled down and the froggies went hopping all over the floor.  She chased after them squealing even more prompting her Mother to call after her and having Eon “grab her!”
	Eon had a little bit of time grabbing the naked three year old—he very nearly stepped on several of the little froggies!  But he did manage to grab up the naked Hanna; she squealed, flailed her arms and legs all about being sillier than ever.
	“Let’s give her a bath!” suggested Rose.
	Neither Hanna or Eon were into that decree but Rose insisted.
	Inside the house in a hall bathroom naked Hanna was held up in the bathtub while her Mother filled the tub adding some popular bubble brand suds.  Eon held the girl then helped soap down the still giddy prancing child.
	And if the bathing wasn’t bad enough (for an obvious distraught Eon) the drying off was even worse.  Eon held the wiggling girl while her Mother dried her off once—then the child got a second drying as the towel was handed off to Eon and HE dried her off—all over!
	Finally the girl was scooped up by her Mother and carried off to a bedroom.  Eon held fast a moment in the bathroom—when he stood it was oh so obvious that he had a boner!  The fact was made even more so known as he whipped the boner out and began humping his hand as fast and furious as he possibly could.
	An interruption, though, foiled his desire to come to a satisfying end.
	“Eon, Eon, Hanna wants to say good night!”
	Eon tucked his meat stick back into his black jeans and headed off to the bedroom of Hanna Marie Nylynn.
	Strangely, the little girl was still naked.  Eon came in and stopped abruptly; Rose was just in the process of pulling the girl’s panties up.  She patted her little butt, squeezed her and then got her into her pajamas.  Afterwards, she ran to Eon and gave him a big hug—her sweet little ace pressing against his teenage hard-on.
	Once in bed the Mommy was chored to read a story, Eon bowed out and returned to the bathroom.

	Of course, he was immediately called for to read to Hanna.  Rose left them and Eon read an elephant story making all the sounds of the jungle as he did so.  Hanna wanted a kiss after the story and it was “on the lips”, too.  It was here for the first time Eon chanced fate and while lightly kissing the little girl he pressed himself up against her.
	Of course, there were bed covers to contend with so there was no sexual contact—but the spying/unseen Helga noted that there was intent.  The boy had his hand between the girl’s legs, he was humping, and they were KISSING!
	It was all in twelve seconds.  The kiss was broken and the little girl lay struggling to keep her eyes open.  Eon lay on the bed awkward-like cooing to the girl, singing, and nuzzling her until she was asleep.  A full minute later and Eon, after checking for security’s sake—the bedroom door was open, tempted fate some more by easing out his cock and taking Hanna’s hand to stroke it.
	The boy almost melted.
	Two strokes—three strokes—four!
	The boy was getting into it but was interrupted Rose singing indicating her presence was near.  Eon fell off the bed in his panic.  When he stood, though, his dick was back where it belonged.  He looked no worse for wear, though—sweating and appearing much like the proverbial “deer in the headlights.”
	“I suppose I should pay you.” Rose said, “And I think I will need your services tomorrow night, too.  Is that alright with you?”
	Eon nodded his head, he was a babysitter.  Hey!  Boys can be babysitters, too!  He took some money from Rose then nervously scooted passed her.  At the front door a man came in carrying a seven year old who was dressed in regular clothes but had party favor things all over her.  She had a gift bag, a party hat, sprinkles and sparkles all over her, and a little excitable.  Her excite was kicked up a notch seeing Eon—her favorite babysitter.  She hugged him and delighted him (and how!) with her banter of being at her best friend’s birthday party.
	The girl’s Daddy went to see his other child rustling his hand in Eon’s hair while he passed by.  Eon HATED having his hair rustled!  So he cupped a feel of Jenna’s ass and the girl was none the wiser.
	Eon finally made his way out of the house and was on his way to his own when—

*

revelations
	Her world was rocked.  Pure and simple—rocked.  There was no substitute, no alternative, nothing better.  Her pussy would never be the same.  Hours after being rocked by Barry Lambert, Phoebe Lhadreyh’s pussy still tingled.  The image of Mr. Lambert was solid in her mind—the feeling of his manly cock thriving in her pussy was equally so.  
	On his bed she had lain in proxy of his love doll, Alice.  He had been gentle—and if he had said anything she didn’t remember.  His hands had gone all over her young nakedness; cupping her butt lastly as his manhood drove into her sex.  The sensation of penetration was out of the parameters of wordage.  Her world was rocked.
	Afterwards, Barry lay beside her—his mind was blank.  Cum still squirted from his cock and Phoebe lay in wonderment.  There was some discomfort but it was tolerable.  Not only did her eleven year old cunny tingle but yea her entire body!  Barry tweaked her young nipples and snuggled moreso up against her humping her hip.  
	All Phoebe could do was lay there—her mind was basically mindless; her entire body had experienced something she couldn’t put words to.  More was to come.
	After such a time and the two merged to the bathroom and into the shower.  Barry’s cock remained steadfastly hard.  In the shower he pressed it against Phoebe’s chest; Phoebe hugged the man kissing the tip of his dick and finding new and strange feelings swarming about her.
	After the shower they stood drying themselves—not a word was said.  Barry maintained a rigid erection and was the object of Phoebe’s attention.  Barry stroked it and Phoebe giggled—then took over stroking the lovely tube steak, working it harder—faster!  Barry gripped the counter in seemingly agony.  The little nymph giggled, blushed, then pressed her lips about the pulsing prong sucking on the head while still masturbating (the dick).
	Barry placed a hand behind her head slowly working his aching cock into her mouth.  Phoebe engulfed the blazing hot dong, squeezing it at the base as she did so.  The act put Mr. Lambert in orbit and soon he couldn’t take it any more and put Phoebe on her hands and knees.  Phoebe didn’t object; she spread her legs, angled her ass upwards and her manly lover inserted his cock into her asshole.

	To say the least—she wasn’t quite the same thereafter.  She didn’t think there was anything in comparison to what she had experienced.  To some it would have been traumatic.  Not to Phoebe.  Her pussy remained “moist” long after her session with the man; long after her session in the bathroom, Phoebe remained in sort of a funk, too.

	With her mind (and body) filled with Barry Lambert, Phoebe remained in a funk and found herself wandering around her neighborhood in wonderment.  Her unusual knack of “spying” once more came into play; she wasn’t as good as her cunt friend, Helga, but she did well just the same.
	At the corner home where the Kohanns lived Phoebe Lhadreyh did find something interesting to make note of.  The Kohann family consisted of Mick Kohann and his two teenage daughters, Sharlotte and Molly.  Sharlotte was fifteen, sister Molly, thirteen years young.  Sharlotte was a “fancy free” kind of girl, a little dim witted, took things too literally, a scouch being overweight for her age group, and had a charming personality.
	Molly was a little different; small chested, the girl was aggressive in nature, no nonsense, a sneak, a liar, talk smacker, sassy, and a whole line of extras to follow.  She was also cute, very pretty in a Plain Jane sort of way; long silky brown hair, lovely eyes, and wore tight jeans.
	Well, on those “jeans”…
	On Phoebe’s sneak-spy the girl was NOT wearing those tight jeans.  In facts, she wasn’t wearing anything!  Nor was her sister who lay up against a twin size bed beside her.  Both girls were nude and were apparently sniffling.  Sniffling as a result of being spanked—being spanked by their nude Daddy!
	Phoebe was more than curious (aren’t you?)
	Mick Kohann walked about nakedly with his willy stiff as a board chastising the girls for some offense they had committed.  In one hand he had a large oval wooden paddle.  After much walking to and fro and bitching at the girls for their offense—the paddle came to smack the bare ass of Sharlotte.  Not once, not twice, not three times but FOUR fairly hard smacks.
	Sharlotte didn’t scream out in her anguish—the scream of torment seemed stuck in her throat; her mouth was open and she was genuinely in pain.  Daddy Mick caressed her ass, smacked it with a bare hand before applying the paddle to Molly’s ass and then smacked it again causing the young teen to twist and contort oddly.  With a prodding from her Daddy she climbed up onto the bed, spreading her legs for her Daddy’s approval.

	Another smack by the paddle; Molly put her head down, clenched her ass and wriggled it, too.  Mick caressed the ass, spread it with his fingers then put his face between the cheeks!  Phoebe was aghast—not horrified or shocked; just stunned, astonished, astounded, and aghast.
	After some licking, Mick sat back and with one hand pleasing himself shoved a finger into Molly’s asshole.  The girl wriggled some more, rubbed her face in a pillow and seemed—seemed to make some sort of moaning sound.  Or was that Phoebe?
	Moments later and Mick was up on the bed putting his manhood into Molly.  While he pumped tenaciously into the young sassy teen he spanked Sharlotte beside them who had come up onto the bed as well.  Molly snaked a hand down to her quim and began friggin’ herself.  Her Daddy was in her asshole.
	Suddenly the man pulled out, slapped/spanked Molly’s ass with his soiled schlong, then quickly sidestepped over to daughter number one, smacked her ass with the paddle, then his hand, then his cock.  Then, plying her cheeks open closely examined her funk hole applying his tongue.  He finally applied his cock and sunk it into her all the way.  Molly turned to lay on her back, legs open wide, fingering-fingering-fingering her sex all the while watching her Daddy hump Sharlotte.
	There were more shenanigans for Phoebe to spy on; such as,

	A grandfatherly figure was putting to it to his granddaughter, another grandfather was putting it not only to one granddaughter but TWO granddaughters!  It was a sight to see—and Phoebe Lhadreyh saw!  First up was Noah Ballsrlarge.
	Noah’s granddaughter, Kate, was a pretty girl, about ten, flat chested, raven black hair, pretty normal thereafter.  She was a quasi tomboy with her favorite clothing option being a pair of well worn overalls.  She loved to climb trees, climb the rain gutters, make forts, try to dig to China, etc.  On Phoebe’s visit,
	Kate stood at the door to her Grandpa’s office/den.  The room was decorated in a nautical theme—fish netting on the walls, along with life preservers, paddles, portholes, a ship’s wheel, starfish.  On the great ornate cherry-oak desk were more nautical things; brass compass for one.  What Kate’s offense was was not known—but she was in some sort of trouble.
	The girl hung at the open door, twisting on one very old and very well worn black tennis shoe.  She seemed uneasy.  Her Grandfather was not too tall, slightly pudgy but nothing disgusting, and wore a “captain’s hat” atop a relatively bald head.

	With a wiggle of his finger he beckoned Kate to come to him.  With some reluctance she did so—almost dragging her feet as she made her way pausing at the side of desk.  Noah leaned back in his chair (making room) and patted his lap.  Kate fidgeted, shifted her weight, then sighed (and possibly farted) making her way to her Grandpa’s lap.
	For the first part, Kate lay down across her Grandpa’s lap; her Grandpa put a hand to her smallish butt, closed his eyes, and seemed to reel in the pending deed.  Kate squirmed a bit, clenched her butt, and seemed uncomfortable.  Noah squeezed her cheeks, ran a hand down her thigh, then angled his hand to where he could squeeze her between her legs.
	Kate began to chew on her check with the crook of her finger to help.
	Noah caressed her butt all over—then smacked it with a swift near unexpected swat.  Kate’s eyes bulged and she once more clenched.  Another smack followed causing her to arch her back.  Her raven black hair cascaded into her face concealing her emotions.  Noah brought his hand to her butt twice more before standing her up.
	If Kate was distressed or sniffling it couldn’t be seen due to the hair still in her face.  Noah caressed her backside and cooed to her soothing words.  Then, with a pat to her tummy the girl undone the buttons of her overalls letting them fall bunching up at her knees.  It seemed to be a signal—the pat to the tummy, and seemed to be something the girl was used to, so Phoebe so noted.
	A thin cotton undershirt with a floral design all over it served as her top; plain blue panties were the other garment she wore.  Noah licked his lips and checked the girl out—mostly her panties.  Then, with a gentle persuasion (hand on her ass) Kate was once more positioned across her Grandpa’s lap.  And once more Kate was subjected to being spanked.
	One swat—two swats—three!
	Kate’s antics were twisting, arching, contorting oddly—but no crying outward.  One hand braced herself at the floor while the other continued the quirkiness of pressing against her mouth cheek.
	Noah smoothed his hand over the girl’s panty clad butt, angling his fingers so they could delve between her legs, and exhibiting signs of classic satisfaction in doing so.
	After a  couple of minutes and Kate was stood up again.
	Noah licked his lips and watched as his granddaughter pushed her panties down to her knees.  The man let out a sigh—and his cock!  Kate stared at the exposed schlong, chewing on a lip and cheek, hair still in her face, and everything.

	No pubes did the girl have; her cunny was nice and smooth.  Noah drew a finger up and down the crevice, then cupped her smooth butt and squeezed it.  Before laying down across his lap again—Kate went to her knees.  A hand stretched out to take holt of her Grandpa’s stout erection and after wrapping her ten year old fingers about began going Up and Down.
	Noah moaned.
	Kate had the look of serious seriousness.  
	Noah watched his young granddaughter stroke him—followed by sitting up more and putting her lips to his glistening knob.
	“Oooooh, ooooh, suck it, baby, suck my stick.” Noah cooed and seemed at the ready to explode.  Kate took in the “knob” but not much more.  Mostly, Phoebe couldn’t see due to the girl’s hair covering the whole event.  Noah placed a hand to the back of Kate’s head pushing her down-down-down.
	Slurping sounds could be heard, more moaning, too.  
	Before exploding, though; Kate was stood up and brought down across her Grandpa’s lap.  Small circles were made, then a swat, more circles, then a swat, then exploring of the girl’s “between the legs” followed by another swat and then another.
	Kate’s ass tightened up tightly; she squirmed and contorted until her ass was a brilliant red.  Noah then stood her up, hugged her, then pulled off her top and helped her out of the rest of her clothes.  The man then stood undoing his own clothing.  His cock stood out hard before the granddaughter’s face.  The girl took the offering, kissing it and sucking it.  Noah groaned and pushed his “stick” all the way into her mouth.
	And on and on it went until such a time as Noah was right at the brink of escalating joy.  Kate pulled back, smacking her lips, continuing to appear “serious” (which was, by the way, her normal everyday face), and passing gas.  Noah gripped his morning wood, flogged it, flogged it, flogged it then in a fluid motion hooked his granddaughter under her arms and heft her onto the desk.  Nautical books occupied space on each end; a great brass compass, a replica of a great white whale made of ivory, and knick-knacks of this kind and that where casually moved out of the way—some spilling onto the carpeted floor.  Noah didn’t care; Kate was laid out on the desk, naked, legs open, and ready.  Noah was “ready”, too.  Once more he waggled his cock and even flopped it onto Kate’s naked cunt.
	Kate wriggled and twisted some, farted, and received her Grandpa’s cock to her pussy.  It wasn’t her first time.  Phoebe watched in awe as the man entered the girl—she herself found a want to get laid, too; by Barry AND Noah!  Oh!

	The man entered the girl—entered the girl—entered the girl.  His manly manhood sunk most of the way in—a little more than half.  His ball sac slapped making the quintessential sounds indicating sex play at work.  Kate made undulating noises as she was fucked; she clenched the desk, flailed her legs about until her Grandpa put them up against his chest—then his cock went into her fully.
	It was quite a ride—for all of them!  Kate hung on for dear life; Noah humped madly; Phoebe fingered herself doggedly.  Noah just slammed himself repeatedly, grunting and groaning whilst he did so.  Kate hardly made a noise other than grimacing and crying out in some sign of agony.  Then,
	“GRANDPA!  I’m cumming!”
	Noah slammed all the harder finally depositing his manly squirt DEEP inside his granddaughter.  He gave out a mighty sound of “ah” and pumped like a rapid dog on his bitch.  Kate clung to the desk with her legs freely dancing about and her hips seemingly humping back into her Grandpa.
	Then the pumping slowed; the old fisherman pulled his rod out and slapped it against the girl’s sopping gooied cunny.  Dragging the monster fish tube up and down the cum laden crack he sweated and beamed,
	“That was a good one!”
	Kate lay in a swath of sweat, fingering her clit and gulping for air.
	Noah pushed his prick into her sex a few more times before sloughing into his chair in a heaping huff.  He didn’t look well with all his color gone.  Kate finally sat up, looked at her Grandpa for a long minute or two, then slid off the desk, collected her clothes and left the room.  
	The old man who had spent the better part of 30 years at sea in various faculties slowly recovered.  He took a nip of something from a brass flask, remained seated all the while and looked as if though he would slip off to sleep when a woman came to the door.
	Phoebe was curious and so she stayed to watch.  It was assumed that the woman was Kate’s Mother and Noah’s daughter.  Phoebe assumed correctly.  The woman, Jane, was in jeans and a simple blouse.  Noah and Jane locked eyes; if there was a motion of some sort or another from Noah to Jane, Phoebe missed it.  The woman moved into the room pulling off her top as she did so—bra, too.
	Once at the desk she began undoing her jeans pushing them down along with her panties at the same time.  Noah remained sitting in his chair watching with a gleaming eye—stroking his saucy manhood all the while.

	Once naked, the woman stood at her Daddy’s side; the man looked her over with an approving eye, licked his lips; then put a hand to her butt making circles…

	There just seemed to be something about “grandpas.”  Phoebe had no sooner left Noah Ballsrlarge than she encountered another grandpa doing even more horrendous sex acts to his grandchildren.  Phoebe’s cunt was on fire, no matter how much she frigged she couldn’t get satisfied.  She knew that she needed dick.  Barry Lambert’s dick would be nice—but she also considered strongly having Noah slam his schlong into her.
	And spanking—her ass tingled as she thought of the man spanking her.  And somewhere she thought of doing something with Kate—or Kate doing something with her!  She also thought of seeing Barry fuck Kate!  That would be something!  Not likely, but it would be really something.
	Noah Ballsrlarge still filled her mind—his grown adult daughter stood nakedly at his side for a long time all the while he caressed her ass.  Then she came to lay across his lap to receive like her daughter had—a spanking.  A little harder than what Kate received, too.  The woman tolerated the abuse, she twisted and thrashed her head about but didn’t call out in her anguish.
	Then she stood up, right between her Daddy’s open legs.  There was no pubes on her pussy.  It was bare and clean.  After a moment of perusal the woman sat onto the desk spreading her legs wide.  Her Daddy dragged his seriously hard cock up and down her crevice then slipped it in and began pumping.
	Phoebe’s pussy was drenched.  She was very nearly giving herself away and on second thought she wished she had—the end result would have most certainly been a spanking—followed by a good and needful fucking.
	Noah plowed Jane’s pussy, his balls slapping harder than when he was in his granddaughter’s pussy.  One hand gripped her ass; Jane gripped the desk and thrashed about giving Phoebe mixed emotions—the woman seemed distressed but she also said aloud “YES!  YES!  FUCK ME, DADDY!  FUCK ME!”
	Noah did and more.
	While humping his daughter, Noah smacked her ass with his other hand, drove his cock into her hard grinding up against her clit; he tweaked her nipples and boned her into oblivion.  Phoebe experienced her young pussy juices flowing down her legs.

	Noah finally came—and a lot, too.  He let out a loud announcement of his cumming and power fucked the last little bit he had remaining.  Then lay in a heap heaving on his adult daughter running his hands up and down her sides.  At the door stood Kate who had dressed while her Mother got fucked.
	If Phoebe thought watching Barry Lambert fuck his child love doll blew her mind—she hadn’t seen anything yet.  After the hard fuck of Jane, Noah pulled himself together, stood up (albeit leaned against the desk) and flogged his johnson against his daughter’s super soaked cunt.  Up and down the gorge he gouged his schlong, sweat rolling off of him in rivers.  After catching his breath he motioned for Kate to come to them.  She did.
	Once at the desk there was some communication unsaid and Kate once more stripped off her clothes.  Once naked, she came around the desk—on her knees she went firstly to firstly suck her Grandpa’s cock.  She made a slight face as she sucked the cummy cock, but she went down on the poppy cock making slurping sounds as she did so.  Then,
	Then she was turned about to greet her Mommy’s cunt.  Noah’s cock freshly sucked rested against the back of the girl’s head.  
	“Come on, baby,” said the girl’s Mother, “clean me off.” The woman breathed hard, fingered her clit, and thrashed about some as her timid preteen daughter licked off her cum strewn cunt.  
	Kate licked up her Mom’s twat—then climbed up onto her with her Grandpa’s help.  The man then laid his hand to the girl’s ass, smacking her pretty hard before prying her cheeks open and putting his tongue to her.  With her legs straddling her Mom’s legs/waist, Noah smacked the girl some more after tonguing her.  Then he positioned himself up so as he could get his meat stick into her asshole and got after it.
	Phoebe just couldn’t believe what she was seeing—and before she got caught she slipped away to stuff her pussy with a cast away candlestick.  It wasn’t as good as dick but it helped.  And with the hour getting late she decided it best to sashay home after satisfying her cunny.
	She didn’t make it.
	Grandpa John Seebeecee caught her attention; in a garage in a van the man was being naughty and doing naughty to two little girls who were his grandchildren.  The van was one of those nice custom vans built for touring long distances.  The side door was open and in the back on a width wise bed where the trio was positioned.  Granddaughter Brianna was on her hands and knees; face down, ass up, completely naked.  She was twelve years young while her equally naked sister was younger by three years.  The nine year old had beautiful blond hair, blazing blue eyes, and a round-round face while her sister had brownish hair, green eyes, and a pleasing chest.

	John Seebeecee was not naked, his pants and underwear were at his ankles and he was sweating profusely as he humped his oldest grandchild.  Phoebe couldn’t see for certain what “hole” he was humping but it was a good hump nonetheless.  A few times during the few minute hump the man strained himself as he was ‘all the way in” whatever hole he was in; and like Noah (and Barry) he humped tenaciously like a rabid dog (or rabbit) during the finale.  Like Noah, he spanked the girl’s ass.  
	Phoebe’s position of spying allowed her to see the man’s balls; they slapped hard to and fro during the engagement with Brittany; there was no words of anguish or pleasure from the twelve year old.  She grunted and moaned but that was all.
	Finally, John pulled out and customarily smacked his cock against his granddaughter’s ass.  Beside them lay Samantha, she lay on her back twisting, giggling, peeing, and casually frigging herself.  John frigged her, too; slipped a finger fully into her delicate young pussy—asshole, too.  At length the girl rolled over and John admired her lily white ass—then smacked it before angling the girl’s ass up so as he could finger her dirt chute.  
	Brittany fell away, rolling off to one side to finger her pussy lightly while watching her Grandpa fool with her sister.  Brittany seemed “concerned” but not alarmed.  Samantha was all giggles and even shrieked when John moved “into position.”  Phoebe had to risk exposure to get a better view—but it was worth it.  By the time she got to the better viewing position, John was already “in” the nine year old, her legs pinned back by her naked twelve year old sister.
	That tingling feeling was back; its return caused Phoebe problems as her need to be satisfied intensified; she believed that the grandpa probably would not have a problem boning her—and probably would have liked it.  But Phoebe felt the need for caution, too; so she remained quiet and hidden all the while she continued to spy (and frig herself.)
	Grandpa John humped steadfastly for several enduring minutes, finally releasing a mighty blast of hot man spunk inside his granddaughter’s asshole.  His cock became free and he laid it against her lovely young cunt and hump against it—his prick still spurting cum.  Granddaughter Brittany went down on the pulsing prong, sucking it and licking up the spillage on her sister’s cunt.  Phoebe didn’t know how much more she could take.
	But let’s find out anyway…

*
Choda boy and Frog girl!
	Eon Choda was indeed needed for services; and Eon Choda was semi reluctantly willing to oblige.  He was nervous but showed up in a pale complexion willing to serve.  The Subject, Hanna Marie aka Frog Girl, was delighted to see her babysitter.  She was in her panties only and Eon was already in agony.  The three year old’s mother had said that she needed to step out for a bit and Eon was the only one she trusted to watch her girls.  (Jenna was once more with her Father on some outing.)
	Eon couldn’t believe he was going to be alone with Frog Girl.  Sure, he had been so with her before but now was different.  Way different.  But the above assumptions were misleading—Rose Nylynn, mother of three year old Frog Girl, Hanna, did not need to “step out”—she said there was a change but Eon could stay just the same.
	Eon immediately felt something suspicious—and he was right.
	After hugging and scooping up Hanna, Rose motioned for Eon to come into the family room.  Eon followed, sat down with the squirmy Hanna on his lap, and Rose picked up a TV remote turning on the television and VCR.  The image showed Eon and Hanna in the garage with Eon standing having an obvious hard-on.  The camera zoomed right in on the fact—then as Eon coyly cupped a feel of Hanna’s bare ass, too.
	To say the least, Eon was extra fidgety with the evidence so damning—complicated with the wiggly Frog Girl who had caused his damning evidence.  The look of panic was etched on the handsome boy’s face.  He looked a fright but there was no escape—there was only one door into the family room and the windows were concealed with thick heavy drapes.  Beyond the window was a small walk space, a 6-foot chain link fence, a small walk alley was beyond.  Eon had no escape and waited his fate.
	“It’sa alright, dear.” cooed Rose.
	Eon blinked his eyes, ‘why not?’ er, ‘what?’
	The funny speaking woman, who hailed from somewhere in Minnesota, stopped the tape machine and beckoned for Hanna to come to her.  Hanna did so and after a hug she was positioned across her Momma’s lap—and Momma Rose eased her girl’s panties down…
	Oh!
	Rose then patted her daughter’s bare bottom smiling and coaxing a confused Eon to come hither.  Little Hanna giggled, wriggled, and seemed none the worse for fear or anything of the like.  Eon arrived and Rose focused her eyes upon his bulging erection.

	Hanna kicked and wriggled about being silly; her panties were bunched up at her ankles and with a simple head nod from the girl’s mother, Eon pulled the panties off.
	“You can have them, if you like.” Rose said to Eon.  The boy’s eyes widened and he was in agony and unable to stop himself from gouging the heel of his hand to his unpestered boner.
	Rose continued to taunt him by smoothing her hand over her child’s bare ass—then pulling a cheek open to reveal the girl’s pooter hole.  Eon moaned and looked longingly at the sight inches before him.
	“Mmmmm,” said Rose looking with a cocked head at Eon’s crotch, “it looks cramped in there,” she sounded a bit like a Viking, “you can free it if you like—I wouldn’t mind.”
	Eon was stunned.  This was nuts!  He looked to Hanna’s bare ass—she had wriggled so much that she had scooted forward enough to reveal her pretty bald naked pussy, too!  Eon was about to bust.  
	Rose cocked her head the other way looking up to the boy trying to soothe his fright, “It’s perfectly alright, lad, I won’t mind at all.”
	Rose’s sentiment did little to soothe Eon—his mind was in a funk but if she said it was “alright” to whip out his weenie—well, then it was alright.  His eyes locked onto the naked wriggly butt of Hanna as he unfastened his jeans then unzipped.  Then he pushed down his tidy-whiteys just enough to free his thirteen year old prick.  
	“Oh!” Rose said gazing upon the pinkish cucumber, “What a lovely sight!”
	Eon was embarrassed.  It couldn’t be helped.  He squeezed his “cucumber” at the base, flopped it, and noticed there was cum seepage at the piss slit.  Rose then talked the boy into putting his cuke onto Hanna’s wiggly butt.  Eon paused naturally but did angle himself to the task—he nearly came off right then and there as his dick touched the skin of the girl’s butt.  He very nearly melted!
	Then,
	Then Rose was tugging his pants and yea his underwear down.
	Eon began to hump Hanna’s ass—his cock was seriously-seriously hard-hard-hard.  Rose ran a hand on his ass, tugged on his cock, cupped and fondled his balls, and drove the boy to an explosive cumulative end.
	Holding his prick at the base his ejaculate emptied all over Hanna’s ass; Rose pried a cheek open and had Eon directed his spillage to the girl’s anus.  Eon was beside himself but the pleasure of ejaculation was too great to ignore (even if he wanted to.)

	After cumming all over Hanna’s not-so-lily-white ass cheeks, the girl was turned over and Rose herself took Eon’s squirter gliding it up and down her child’s cunt.  Eon WAS melting!  His cock remained mostly hard—being a teenager he had that ability.  Rose had a delicate touch and all Eon could do was “let it be.”
	Poke-poke-poke; rub-rub-rub
	More cum was cumming minutes after his initial explosion.  There was no stopping and Eon let the joy of joys cum.  As he creamed all over Hanna’s naked pussy—her mother rubbed his ass.  Hanna sat up, legs open, and fingered her gooied cunt with delight.  With cooing from her mother, the little tyke played with Eon’s cock followed by kissing and then sucking it.
	Afterwards,
	“I’ve let you play with me dooter,” Rose said flatly, “now it be my turn!” Eon wasn’t sure what that meant but while Hanna played in her bedroom—Rose played with Eon in hers.

	No foreplay—just get on and “get off!”  While Hanna played in her room, Rose led the naked befuddled Eon to her own room where she almost quickly stripped off all of her clothes.  Eon stared and stared watching her undress; she wasn’t a bad looking woman—a little tall, robust features but nothing out of proportion.  She flopped onto her king sized bed, legs open.  Her womanly poon was neatly trimmed and Eon stared at it—but didn’t put his tongue to it.  He climbed onto the woman dragging his teen dick against her fiery trench—and it seemed like the fiery trench literally “sucked” his cock in!
	Now, Eon—not a virgin but a far cry from humping a woman.  He humped his hand, his pillow, his bed, best friend’s ass, best friend’s ball sac, best friend’s ten year old sister’s ass, best friend’s girlfriend, his own fifteen year old cousin.  Of the best friend it was against the ass only, no penetration.  Same for the sister.  He DID, though, get to finger the little girl’s pussy and watch as she sucked the best friend and he went up her ass.  They would have done more but parents came home unexpectedly nipping anything good that could have happened.
	It was a new sensation for him to lay into Ms. Nylynn.  A totally new sensation in a new category!  The pussy of the woman was unique, he pumped and got an amazing sensation the started in his balls—shot down to his toes then tingled up his spine to set his hair on fire!  

	Several times he came to brink of cumming but just couldn’t manage to do so.  Rose, however, managed nicely to cum—and cum—and cum!  She had a death grip on her young teen lover; her legs about him she wasn’t letting go.  Young Eon was in for a hellacious ride!

	Strangely, Helga had no compunction about Eon being naughty with Hanna.  She watched patiently as the teen heartthrob humped the girl’s mother—humped the girl’s mother—humped the girl’s mother.  He finally got his nut and announced it so with a loud proclamation.  His entire body tightened up at the pivotal moment of ecstasy.  Rose, too, was announcing her joy--speaking in a non-English language.
	For a long while they lay near motionless on the bed—heaving in sin.  Eon finally moved, rolling off to lay on his back.  Rose took holt of his cunt pleaser and toyed with it—the cock was still amazingly stiff enough for another round!
	Afterwards,

A succession of naughty shenanigans
	One:  night moves; night motives; something to do with night
	In the past he had covered for her; the lost school jacket, the lost school book bag; the missing allowance money; out past curfew; and more recently the boyfriend in the backyard.  Jeremy Skroob had learned early on in his young life that it was best to be on his sister’s good side—there were perks for doing so; like seeing her naked.
	Covering for his thirteen year old sister for having cigarettes in her room (claiming the smokes were his and he hid them there instead of his room) scored him serious points.  Whether or not their mother fully believed Jeremy’s story or not was not clear—she gave Jeremy a butt busting right then and there and a hard glare to his sister, Jennifer.
	Taking a serious butt busting was major points and warranted more than Peek-a-Boo.  Sooo, with a heavy guilt trip riding her, Jennifer and Jeremy snuck out to the play-fort/house.  With the one window covered by a heavy blanket, the door locked, a battery powered camping lantern provided adequate lighting.  
	Jennifer wore a two-piece pajama set and panties—no bra.  This was revealed to her young brother as the pajama top was undone and cast off.  The ten year old boy’s eyes locked on to the teen titties before him, he gave his typical quirky smile and was totally enthralled.
	More was to come…

	After much gawking, young Jeremy increased his quirky smile when big sis Jennifer stood up and pushed down her pajama bottoms.
	SPROING!
	Instant erection.  The boy was shocked that his cock had sprung so suddenly.  He stared down to his crotch as he sat with folded legs Indian style—almost missing as his sister pushed down her hot pink panties.  She stood completely up, stretched, farted, and presented her nakedness for her brother’s perusal.
	And he did peruse.
	“WHOA!” he exclaimed.
	Jennifer was a little embarrassed but let her sib have his look.  Laying down on the sleeping bag alongside one wall she raised her legs and pulled off her pajamas AND panties and was then therefore naked.  Rubbing her legs, ass, and then opening her legs to finger her self; her brother was essentially “owned.”
	After exposure—Jennifer gestured for her young sib to come unto her—this after he himself removed his clothing.  Jeremy willfully (and gleefully) did so.  He was a little clumsy about it and when slipping his underwear off—he fell.  But once he stood up (nakedly) he came to where his sister lay—many-many times had they stayed the night in the playhouse/fort; there wasn’t sufficient trees in the backyard to support of regular treehouse so it had to be ground level.
	Jennifer stretched out her hand and took holt of her brother’s cock.  She gave it a loving touch—followed by a loving stroke.  Already was it hard-hard-hard.  Jennifer squeezed the young member, fondled his balls, and was feverishly fingering herself all the while.
	“Do you cum?” Jennifer asked somewhat sheepishly.
	Jeremy gave her a blank look—“What’s that?”
	‘if you don’t know what it means then maybe you aren’t.’ But then again maybe he was and didn’t know what it was (that spurted out of his piss slit.)  But being ten maybe he was too young—to cum?  Jennifer hoped so ‘cause once being naked (the both of them) and fired up sexually, curbing the lust was not gonna happen.  Jeremy was moved into position with his little puddling—that was hard-hard-hard, driving into her flaming snatch.
	Naturally, Jennifer had had dick in her trench before—teenage dick (always), but dick from her little brother wasn’t bad.  Jeremy’s little puddling was particularly long or thick but it wasn’t a pencil dick like Scott Hammerstien’s was—her first fuck.  She had been Jeremy’s age and Scott was thirteen—with a “needle dick.”  

 	Other more potent teenage dicks came to dwell in Jennifer’s cunt that pleased her well and now her brother was having his turn.  With her hands clamped on his tender ass—that had taken a beating for her, new sexual feelings began to thrive within her making her tingle all over.  Too many feeling for Jennifer to figure out—she was overwhelmed and guessed that it was due to the simple fact that she was getting boned by her own brother.
	Afterwards, and Jeremy hadn’t cum, the two lay heaving in incestuous afterglow.  Jeremy suckled on his sister’s titties—she sucked his dick and they fucked again with Jennifer on top.  Then—then HE spanked her.  Jennifer didn’t particularly like being spanked—not by the Daddy anyways.  But she sort of kind of liked being swatted by her brother.
	Another round of fucking and sucking then the two fell asleep—very nearly not awakening in time to scoot back in the house and be where they were supposed to be before their parental units woke up.  Helga, spying all this time, had also barely got herself home in time—of course, her parental units didn’t care or notice her absence…

Next up:  extra curricular activities 101
	Helga fully intended to get Logan’s minding device back to him—and did so.   The boy was relieved, befuddled at how he had lost the nifty minding gadget—and seemed genuinely concerned (about security issues.)  But with the EMAD back he was relieved.  First up for Logan with his Device back was school.  Helga ditched her lame school and went to Logan’s.  It was not unusual for non-high school aged students to be on the high school campus—many were “gifted” and took classes at the school.  Helga was “gifted” in another way entirely (being a sneak!)
	Amanda Treggory was Target One.  She was a Freshman like himself, short, decent chest, tight ass.  She had reddish brown hair, incredible blue eyes, a happy-perky personality.  Carrying a bookbag down “C” Annex building that had two English classes, two Economics classes, and an extra large room being an “Art” class, Target Amanda was none the wares for what was in store for her once at her locker.  Concealed at the angle of the building—the bottom part of the “L”, Logan aimed his gadget (and EMAD) and zapped the perky girl.  
	Amanda threw her head back but was otherwise “zapped.”  Logan quick footed to her; coming to a screeching halt and checking to make sure—doubly sure that the girl was under his control.
	She was.

	A quick feel of her ass then he was moving her into the Art class—he somehow had a key; other students were beginning to arrive and First Bell was 40 minutes away.

	In the Art Class and Helga was awed at how messy it was; cluttered with easels every which way; weird to startling to bizarre, to disturbing paintings were on the walls (and ceiling.)  The room had windows along one side—but they were all painted black!  There were long wooden conference tables, waist high, and completely inundated with a variety of paints.  There was a store room for paints and supplies; no desks, not even a teacher’s desk!
	On one of the tables Logan had Amanda laying down, her tight ass on the edge, her short legs dangling off—his body right up against her.  He firstly took time just looking at her.  They shared a class and he was apparently very enamored with her.
	After a minute, though—all that he could spare, he undone her tight jeans and pulled them down.  Lavender panties greeted him and he smiled.  He pulled out his cock, climbed up onto her and began grinding himself against her undoing her blouse and freeing those magnanimous young teen titties.
	Then he was tugging her panties at the crotch to one side to allow penetration by his throbbing cunt blaster.  One hand cupped her ass while the other groped her breasts.  His cock went swiftly all the way in—she was NOT a virgin.  Logan didn’t care one way or the other (nor did he notice.)
	The sounds of students lingering and milling outside in the hall was a distraction—and a warning.  Logan gave it to his girl quickly, pulled out and snugged the girl’s panties up not even wiping up his cum from her lovely cunt!  He dressed her, kissed her, squeezed and SPANKED her ass, then nonchalantly eased the girl back out to her locker amidst milling students.  Then the horny boy merely went to his own locker a few lockers down and “released” the girl.
	She immediately hurled—right onto her own locker.  She retched and retched heaving and blowing chunks essentially clearing the building.  Logan felt bad and didn’t know what had set the girl off so—it hadn’t happened before (well, not to Helga’s knowledge.)
	Oh well; onto other Subjects.

	With English out of the way there was Math; Math 1 was more difficult as it was in the second hour of the day.  The intended Target this time was a brash young teen, reddish brown hair like Amanda but more “red” than brown.  She was a little taller than Amanda, smaller boobs, more outgoing, equally friendly.  Tami Spewsome was her name; she was cute, nice tight ass, new all the songs from popular television pop culture sitcoms.
	 It wasn’t until lunch time that Logan was able to “zap” Tami.  She was always surrounded by friends making if difficult to zero in on her alone.  In the meantime—during 3rd Class, History 1A, Lori Anne Cussmore.  For fifteen years young, Lori Anne was a nice-nice-nice looking girl.  Nice.  Beautifully styled hair, a Texas drawl, bouncy titties, and Logan had heard her fart once.  She sat right across from him; she knew of his existence but ran with an “upper” crowd.  Logan, though, thought she was not always comfortable with that lofty allegiance—she did smile at him, she knew his name, and more than once heard her call his name while he was out on the soccer field.
	Seeing her in the school’s red gym shorts drove him crazy.  That white blouse, red short-shorts—it was too much (especially when he saw flashes of panty!)  He had to see her naked—he just had to!  And equipped with a nifty mind altering gadget that was a possibility entirely!

	During the history class there was a merge to the library for research.  Lori Anne had a small contingent gathering her own—of which Logan discovered was of little consequence as he could zap more than one at a time.  There was time only to mess with one Target but the entourage could be seduced making time private and personal.
	In a corner of the library where it was not so well illuminated by the library’s inadequate lighting system OR the natural light streaming in thru the great multi building length windows, Logan had his way with Lori Anne.
	The girl even smelled pretty!
	She was a little shorter than himself; average girl with very pretty face that was angelic-like to Logan.  She sang in the school choir, sang at her Dad’s church.  She was the daughter of a minister—that made her even more intriguing!  Logan was unaware of the Q&A or he could have discovered even MORE stunning features of the Target.  Oh well; he undone her top and fondled-fondled-fondled her delightfully young teenage breasts.  From there he undone her powder blue jeans, tugged them down and ran his hands all over the red panties that covered the girl’s naughty bits.

	There wasn’t a lot of time so Logan quickly worked the girl’s panties down, hefted her up onto the old-old-seriously old free standing cabinet, worked her pants and panties OFF, spread her legs and took a quick moment to examine her pussy.  He was not skilled enough to make note of whether or not a girl was a virgin by the status of her pouty lips or not.  Logan drew a finger to the girl’s poon—finger-finger-finger!  Then his cock was out of his pants and with Sara Shuckum, Lisa Loa, Nellie Fartsomore, right there somewhat shielding him, Logan put his tool to Lori Anne and fucked her good and proper.

	To say the least the boy was about worthless after fucking Lori Anne for three minutes seriously hard and deeply involved—he finally came and was more than spent.  Helga was so close she heard his balls slapping and could smell the “sex” that was being created.  Slinking down on one of the half rows of books Helga frigged herself to the point of just sliding her panties down to her ankles to get them out of the way.  Then she heard voices and noted two teachers and several students coming close.
	Too close.  Any closer and regardless of the trio teens shielding Logan and Lori Anne—they would be seen.  Helga thought quickly—giving herself away was one recourse.  Knocking books over and yea the entire bookshelf was another version for distraction.
	But the fire alarm was a better one!
	Nothing like a little chaos to save your ass.
	Logan quickly-hurriedly got himself back together—redressed his latest girl (albeit a little sloppily but she was dressed) then put them quickly back where they had last been, released them, and was off to join the rest of the fleeing student body.  It was to note that Lori Anne did not get sick like Tami had.  Hmmmm  Oh well.

	No opportunities during lunch and near none afterwards.  However, it was not a total loss and during 6th period Logan was in gym class.  Helga had a hard time keeping tabs on him as pesky Phoebe began calling on the cell phone concerned about her whereabouts.
	“I told you, Pheebs, I’m busy!”  and she was, trying to avoid nosey students and even nosier security.  A quick dash into the boy’s gym and then a scramble to keep secure (unseen) as well as maintain peekaboo on HER subject.  Wasn’t easy but she managed.  Midway thru the gym class hour and she had to pee, though.  Option one was to just let go where she was—an empty gym locker.

	Option two was to use the potty proper a few feet away.  No one was in the gym/locker room—not until, of course, she was in the boy’s bathroom pissing up a storm.  Then there were voices—too many voices.  And SOME of those voices came into the shitter.
	‘Perfect.’ bitched Helga sitting with her panties at her ankles, her fingers sore from friggin herself.  Two boys approx sixteen or so aimed themselves at the urinals, farted, talked smack, and pissed a heartily while continuing to bitch about the coach, other students, teachers, their parents, and how many bitches they had fucked.
	The stall next to Helga got occupied by a teen boy who possibly was jacking off ‘cause he was making odd to very odd noises while he pooped.  The three of them began discussing football strategy!  Helga had to hold her own poop with her feet up pressing against the door.  When the trio brag heads finally got their business done and left—Helga ripped a nice long fart.  Followed by an equally long turd.  It was so big she named it.
	Out of the bathroom she was making back to the locker that was “just her size” when more voices alerted her and she scrambled going the wrong way.  Panic quickly consumed and she barged into a small room that was an equipment/towel room.  She hid behind the dirty towel cart pulling some towels over her.  She knew any minute she was going to be busted.  Oh well, she was usually good thinking on her feet.  She might be able to lie her way out, bluff, be bold and crass like she usually was or something.
	Two dozen boys, three coaches, and even a dog came into the gym/locker room.  The dog, a German Shepherd was the mascot and came sniffing around to Helga’s hiding spot.  It barked and Helga jumped—then she shushed the doggie giving it a burrito she had snagged from the lunch room.  The doggie became her friend and that was that.
	It took forever for the gym to empty out; there was a few minutes between classes or something—no one was in the smelly room and Helga deemed that it was time for her to jet.
	However, once emerging from behind the cart she saw her Subject in the open bay shower stall.  He wasn’t alone.  One other boy was there, another freshman Helga didn’t know.  The boy was on his knees sucking Logan’s dick!
	OH!
	After some sucking—the boy stood up and turned presenting his ass to Logan.  Logan looked around and Helga saw in his hands then the EMAD.  The boy, Norman, pressed a hand to the clean white tiled wall, pulling an ass cheek open with the other.  Naked heartthrob teen Logan pressed his cock to the boy’s ass and within a minute was sodomizing him.
	Helga was stunned.  She was intrigued and awed but mostly stunned.  She got the feeling, though, that Logan’s butt plunging was more than a sexual lust—more like revenge.  She watched Logan as he rubbed his butt, spanked the butt he humped, and humped the butt with some great enthusiasm.
	When done minutes later, Logan “reset” Norman and though Logan was fine, Norman seemed to exhibit some sort of discomfort and gave the only other occupant of the shower a long hard look.  He rubbed his own butt, fingered himself when Logan wasn’t looking and lingered in the shower long after Logan had left, dressed, and then left the building.  More fine naked young teen boys came in for the next class trapping Helga for an entire hour.

	Relocating Logan was a bit of a chore; after escaping from the boy’s gym she made a bee line to the cafeteria and made off with some decent chow to sustain her.  Afterwards it was the end of the school day and Helga just barely saw her Subject.  He was out in front of the school yapping to a girl.  The area was too open disallowing Helga’s sneak ability to get close to hear what was being said.  The girl was Janice Arrowgory.  She was a Freshman like Logan.  Short body, tight ass, decent boobs.  All prime criteria for Logan “heartthrob” Haskell.
	After a few minutes and the pair began walking—Logan escorting Janice home.  Helga followed not too closely behind.  It had been an interesting day—and it wasn’t over yet!

	After a stop at a popular fast food restaurant where the high schoolers usually gathered the pair once more began making the way along the city streets to Janice’s home.  Helga had to fork over money this go round to have a rootbeer float and a pair of burritos.  Then she resumed following her Subject; they had crossed the street to continue their trek south along Hestyer Lane.  When three blocks down they crossed the railroad tracks and began cutting across a large park that had a intermediate school anchored at one end.
	The park was basically empty; Logan had his hand on Janice’s elbow guiding her to a huge hedgerow that separated the school ground from multiuse park.  The back area of handball courts was the locale Logan took the girl (who was suppressed by his minding device) and wasted no time getting her top off.
	 A moment of ogling then groping before putting the girl down on the clover laden ground.  A security check and then,

	Down came her faded blue jeans—just to her ankles.  Hooking her ankles he raised her legs and stared longingly at her crotch.  Helga almost gave herself away as a spider then a lizard crawled across her hand.  Once the brief terror was over—Helga hated spiders and loathed lizards, she resumed her spying.
	Logan had Janice Arrowgory’s pink panties at her ankles, too.  Her legs were still upraised and Logan was once more staring-staring-staring at the girl’s crotch.
	Then it was down to business with the teen working his own clothing to his own ankles.  Then, with Janice’s legs against his chest he slipped into her sex his wondrous cock.  His face nuzzled her panties and Janice was none the wiser.
	Helga frigged herself knowing that somewhere along the line she was going to have to have Logan for herself.  That wondrous cock of his was going to be in her pussy fucking her brains out!  That was all there was to it!
	But before that—
	Logan put it to the young teen—put it to the young teen—put it to the young teen in dramatic fashion.  Lots of grunting, groaning, straining, and finally cumming.  It was a little awkward, somewhat clumsy; his cock slipped out and he grinded merrily against her pussy before slipping the member back where it belonged.
	Helga’s eyes were on his swinging/slapping ball sack.  She wanted to suck his nuggets—she wanted him to jerk off onto her face.  She wanted to taste him!  Her pussy was cumming and she thought of Phoebe—Phoebe had a wondrous tongue; she wondered if Logan did?
	After cumming off he, lay on the girl, groping and massaging her bare breasts; his cock against her cunny still squirting.  Then a sound came to disturb the scene—a handball hitting the court just beyond them.  Then a wayward handball came soaring over the high cement wall kerplunking just a couple of feet from where Logan lay in a very compromising position.
	The ball just happened to bounce within Helga’s grasp.  She grasped it and tossed it to the oncoming handballer.  He caught it and turned briskly around to return to the court saying “Thank You!” as he did so.
	Logan was confused and still in the throws of panic as he dressed himself firstly then got Janice back the way she was supposed to be.  Then, with his panic subdued and his girl still under the influence of the minding gadget—they hustled out from behind the courts and onward to Janice’s home.

	And Logan wasn’t done for the day—after escorting Janice thru the park, across the street and right up to the door he also went in.  This was bad for Helga ‘cause she was behind trying to be inconspicuous waltzing thru the large open park.  Then there was crossing the small barely two-lane street and THEN finding a way into the Arrowgory home.  Wasn’t easy but she did manage—a little late but still she was there to see Logan putting his bone to Janice’s Mom, Monica.
	Monica Arrowgory wasn’t a bad dish, in her late 30s, super red hair, a super fine naked body, a shaven cunt, a tat on her ass and even one at the top of her cunt!  Logan was stark naked and humping the woman with all his might.  Monica was oblivious and no one else was home.
	Logan humped a good hump and spilled a good spill.  Five minutes at least to get his sweaty-musty nuts off.  Afterwards, he lay on the woman heaving; his hands roamed all over her from cupping and squeezing her butt to her very adult 36C titties.
	Then he sat up flopping his cock against her delicious cum coated pussy regaining some strength.  Then he was up and into the shower before going to Janice’s bedroom for another round with her.

Extra Credit
	It seemed that ultra horndog Logan wasn’t satisfied with the encounter with Lori Anne; for one, he had a thing for her and wanted to “get off” in more than one of her holes.  He had a lot of desires for the young teen and desired highly and deeply to have to himself for at least some hours.
	That wasn’t quite possible at school.  Off campus, however, there were activities where Lori Anne could be more easily subdued and dealt with in a more timely manner.  Thing was, though, she was seldom (if ever) was alone.  Usually and constantly with her was her entourage; Sara Shuckum, Lisa Loa, and Nellie Fartsomore.
	After a second thought, though, Logan smiled to himself and decided—‘fine, more the merrier!’  He deemed the extra girls, “extra credit” and from the pizzeria he tailed them as they waltzed merrily down the strip mall (his eyes focused right on their delightful butts!)  The girls went shoulder to shoulder, giggled and were almost sexual in nature with their buddy-buddy antics.
	Lori Anne had a nice, cute butt.  No doubt there.  But Sara—wow, today of days she wore stripped jeans that made that tight butt of hers even more astounding—moreso than Lori Anne’s!  Lisa Loa, a Chinese-American girl had a small waist—round ways and lengthwise.  Supper skinny, bouncy apple-sized titties, beautiful girl all around.

	Nellie Fartsomore had a decent body, a little more titty and a little more butt; but she was slender all over with a long narrow face.  Her blond hair was strawberry-like and she most times smelled like strawberries!  She smiled at Logan when she saw him and more than once he heard her call his name while he played soccer and she hung at the fence surrounding the ball field.  More than once he envisioned seeing her naked, across his lap, being spanked.
	According to the EMAD readouts, the brain wave pattern for Lori Anne was secure.  The EMAD had Sara, too.  Lisa Loa’s brain wave patterns wavered and a yellow light indicated that brain wave pattern capture was not 100 percent but faltering at the 75 percent level.  Nellie Fartsomore was even less than that.
	Outside inferences were the culprit; high line power lines, someone operating a ham radio, and the girls equipped with EMAD deterrents.   But as the girls crossed a small alleyway between buildings—Logan Haskell found success with his EMAD zapping each girl in succession.  The readouts confirmed a full 100 percent brain wave acquisition.  Logan nearly creamed his jeans right then and there.  He started to step up to them but then was wary of “other” electronical spies—law enforcing kind.  So he held back as far as he dared to manage EMAD to Subject(s) connection and directed the girls to ‘turn right’ & ‘go down the alley’.
	Once about half way down the alley and Logan casually made his turn trying to be as nonchalant as possible.  Casually he checked the corners of the buildings for those electronical spies but they were only situated along the normal pathway in front of the buildings.
	The girls were directed to ‘keep walking.’
	At the end of the alley Logan came right up behind them, copped a feel of their asses, “reached around” to finger them in front then quickly made a security check behind the buildings.  To the right and there was a security pickup with two security fuckers milling about—one drinking coffee and scarfing on a donut (of course) while the other stood taking a piss on some broken down cardboard.
	There were some other cars deemed to be employee cars but no other peoples security or otherwise.  Carefully, stealthfully, Logan moved the girls to the left along the building to an area where dumpsters were stowed.  Lots of coverage there with the high brick structure containing two large dumpsters; the high property brick fence, mounds of broken cardboard boxes and storage containers.  It was still open but it would do.  Logan was a risk taker and quickly took Lori Anne’s clothes down…

	More risk was taken as Logan removed Lori Anne’s pants and panties from her ankles.  He was sort of a pro about clothing removal by this point but still—it was a risk.  Afterwards, he sat staring at the girl’s poon.  His cock swelled inside his pants, Sara, Lisa, and Nellie stood mindlessly idle nearby.  Logan sighed, farted, and pushed down his pants.
	The sound of security talk on the roving security pickup froze Logan solid.  He was so busted.  Half naked on a mostly naked teenage girl who was so out of it there would be no question of her being under the influence of a minding device of some kind.  The movements of Logan Haskell were quick—one by one he brought down the entourage then stole a looksee around the dumpster enclosure.
	He wasn’t quite prepared for what he saw—nor was the slinking sneak, Helga Heely; the security pickup had come up close but still on the other side of the alley break.  Stacey Boflan and his partner Jan Holdum were extending their “break” and doing the naughty—Stacey Boflan lay on his back inside the cab of the small pickup with his service pants and undies at his ankles.  Jan Holdum was on HIS knees sucking his partner’s cock!
	He was!
	Both men were in their late twenties; Stacey was the skinniest and tallest.  He had dark hair and dark eyes and an uncut cock.  Jan was a lanky dude himself but had a bit more “meat” on his bones and was not as tall.  Logan could only watch—watch as after a couple of minutes or so Jan Holdum stopped slurping his buddy’s cock and stood up, looked around and got out of his service pants.  He became stark naked minutes later and came to lay right on top of his friend.  Here the two men began to grope one another with Stacey smoothing his hand all over his partner’s ass—spanking it, too. 
	This went on for a few minutes; the men then dressed and left the area—leaving Logan and Helga very horny.  Logan had an outlet for to release his horniness; Helga had to keep quiet and unseen.  But she vowed that wasn’t going to last.

	Sara Shuckum had a little sister and little brother.
	Sara Shuckum had a nasty side to her no one knew—except for her little sister and little brother who didn’t really know what “nasty” was.  Sara, did, though.  Thing was, though, Sara Shuckum was only nasty with boys who were young—much younger, than herself.  She enjoyed sex—nice thick long dongs would do just the trick; save for the fact that nice thick long dongs had the potential to knock her up and that just wouldn’t do.

	Candlesticks of various sizes—smooth skin or twisted & circular; an occasional banana, a lovely cucumber or zucchini, a bed post, all served to thrill her young teenage cunt—but dick, dick-dick-dick was the ultimate thrill ride she yearned for.  And though young dick was less than adequate in size and girth—and power stamina, young dick was safer.
	But Sara did find sexual fulfillment as being so naughty aka nasty with young boy dick, Sara got pleasure just the same.  It was the simple fact that the boy was so young, it was so wrong, immoral, illicit, and illegal—all tolled up to thrill Sara’s cunt despite the small size.
	So, as a matter of convenience, Sara also engaged wrongly, immorally, illicitly, and illegally with her little brother and sister—teaching them the finger points of nastiness and incestuous behavior.  She didn’t do much to her six year old sister, Margeaux; she did do a lot with seven year old sibling, Joshua.
	Sara also taught the two young sibs how to have sex—together.
	On Helga’s unseen visit, the three siblings were in Sara’s bedroom, naked.  One-two-three—nude—nude—nude.  Sister Margie was on the bed with brother Joshua on top “in the groove” (in his sister’s grove.)  Naked sibling Sara was on her knees on the bed beside them caressing Joshua’s ass and cooing to them WHILE she fingered herself.  Both young siblings giggled as they “played.”  
	After some humpity hump, Sara laid down and took her turn.  Little brother Joshua just clambered right onto his big sis—his little winkie nice and stiff but not so long or thick.  Sara expertly guided her brother’s dick into her sex and promptly and quickly got him going.
	Young Joshua did a good job and got Sara “off.”  She lay quivering, undulating, and cumming.  After a long satisfying shiver she brought her young sib up to straddle her chest; with his little dinkie between her fifteen year old titties she began sucking on him when suddenly the doorbell downstairs rang.
	The kids flew off the bed with Margie and Joshua flying into the closet and Sara into her clothes.  She then raced downstairs to find Logan at the door.  By the time Helga got into secure position to see them—they were in the kitchen having a soda and talking.  When Sara got up to go to the bathroom down the hall from the kitchen, Logan zapped her with his EMAD.  Then he sighed, farted, slammed the rest of his soda and found Sara had once more pissed her pants.
	Once more?

	Once the security guard homos had left that day behind the buildings they were making secure—Logan discovered that Sara waiting idly by for her turn had wet her pants.  Logan, after having his time with Lori Anne, got Sara naked, dipped his wick into her and let her soiled pants dry out in the warm-very warm sunny air.  
	They were still “damp” after screwing the girl; so the horny teen titty fucked her and squirted his goo onto her sweet face.  He enjoyed that but afterwards needed a rest.  His “rest” was Lisa Loa.  She was Hawaiian and Chinese and had a very nice “small” body.  Logan stripped her completely down, licked out her fuzzy cunt, then lay on her.  His cock was not strong enough to go into her so he just lay on her lightly humping.
	The boy finally moved to Nellie, stripping her nude and eating her pussy out, shoving his fingers into her then rolling her over to spank her ass as hard as he could.  Mostly it was to test her and show to him the amazing mind locking abilities of the minding device.  Nellie never showed any emotion and horndog Logan stuffed her asshole with his amazing hard teenage cock.

	Not knowing that the siblings, Margeaux and Joshua were hiding upstairs in their sister’s bedroom, Logan went ahead and stripped Sara to her skin (again) and put his face right to her pissy pussy!  He did!  He stripped off all of his clothes then mounted the unwary girl driving his throbbing erection into her sex--fucking seriously furiously hard for several minutes.
	Just as his cock began to squirt there were noises from the stairs just on the other side of the kitchen wall.  Logan froze and looked over his shoulder very nearly discovering his sneaky little spy.  He still completed his deed then realized the voices of Sara’s siblings.  Grabbing his minding gadget he hugged the wall (naked with cum dripping from his dick) and zapped Joshua and Margie as they entered the kitchen.
	While Logan got the kids’ pants and underwear down—Sara began to stir and “wake up.”  The cohesion interface from the EMAD to the Subject had began to wane if not waver.  It was so with Joshua and Margie, too.  Logan noted that when the kids began to blink their eyes.  But he was naked, standing and rubbing his cock against their faces, humping their mouths and skull fucking squirting bits of his love cream into their hair.  Positioning Joshua and Margie whereas they were “bent over” hands on their knees, Logan began rubbing on their asses when Helga noted Logan didn’t note Sara shaking off the cobwebs from her formerly mind zapped mind.

	Logan was just about to began poking Margie when Helga cleared her throat.  “Ahem!” she said in a low voice.  That got Logan’s attention.  He stared at her with the “deer in the headlights” look but Helga pointed behind him redirecting his deer-in-the-headlights gaze.
	Quickly and did Logan grab his EMAD and make adjustments re-zapping Sara.  She was standing, leaning against the open doorway from the hallway into the kitchen very confused.  Whether or not she had seen her siblings AND the naked cum dripping Logan remained to be known.
	Logan turned back to stare at Helga.
	Helga had two choices, to flee and/or return to her status of being sneakily unseen—OR—give it up and confront the horndog teen.  She chose the latter.
	“HI!” she said beamingly.  “I’m Helga.”
	Logan blinked his eyes, “Who are you?”
	Helga rolled her eyes.
	“She almost caught you.” 
	Logan was baffled; he looked down to his trembling hands to his minding device, a slight glance to the naked siblings Joshua and Margeaux, then over his shoulder to the naked cum dripping-from-her-cunt Sara.
	“You need back-up.” Helga said.  Then she feasted her eyes on Logan’s wang.  Slowly she pulled up her common everyday wear dress revealing her bald naked pussy.  Logan remained confused but accepted Helga’s presence (and willingness.)
	Forgoing Joshua, Margeaux, and even Sara, Logan went down on Helga’s young willing cunt and devoured it.  She tried to explain further about her spying on him but it got lost in translation.  After pulling off her dress Logan came to her and “came” to her.  Helga gripped his dick and whacked it off squirting his precious load onto her chest and face.
	Then she sucked the life out of it in essence sucking the life back INTO it.  Logan was out of his mind—Helga was in control.  She sucked his cock AND balls then laid out on the kitchen floor, legs open, pussy adoringly being adored.  Logan put his face to her cunt and drove his tongue into her—Helga ran her hands thru his thick luscious mop of super fine raven black hair.
	“FUCK ME!” Helga commanded.
	Logan didn’t hold back and mounted the young pre-teen driving his throbbing erection into her sex and pumping madly for several minutes.  His cock had already exploded several times with Sara and the young sibs, there barely was enough left but stamina be damned and Logan humped Helga’s poon squirting succulent cock juice minutes later. 

*

In your neighborhood:  family gangbangs
	Logan continued to be baffled as Helga continued to parlay to him his exploits.  Further baffling followed as Helga willingly wanted to be nasty with him; to be fucked was only part of it—Helga Heely wanted spanked, peed on, spanked, fucked in the ass, spanked, spanked, covered in cum, and spanked.  Logan was happy to oblige.
	After one of their “sessions” in the basement of Helga’s home, Helga had her turn at being baffled—not to the extent of Logan’s but still—
	Her ass tingling from serious spankings from her high school lover, Helga scampered up out of the basement to the bathroom for a shower, spritzing up, grab a soda and snack—then return to her worn out lover for another round.  After the shower, though, she thought of her bestest-best friend, Phoebe.
	Hmmmm
	Helga wanted to see Phoebe getting spanked and peed on, spanked and cum on, spanked and spanked and spanked, and with rivers of cum spiraling out of her young soft delicious pussy.  Wow!  Now that’s nice imagery!  As it happened, though, Helga discovered that super secret of Phoebe and the neighbor, Mr. Lambert.  It totally disrupted Helga’s plans.  Using her super sneak abilities she snuck into Mr. Lambert’s house—this after seeing Phoebe willingly being escorted within.  Something was curious about that and at first Helga thought perhaps maybe Phoebe wasn’t acting on her own and might need help.
	But it wasn’t so.
	Up in Mr. Lambert’s room the quirky girl slipped off her typical daily attire—her small lackluster blue dress.  This day she also wore panties and slowly she slid them down to her knees.  Just to the knees.  Mr. Lambert stood (clothed) and directed Phoebe to the great bed where she merely went to her knees and got against the bed.  Mr. Lambert walked behind her, taking up a long paddle that was more long than otherwise.
	Phoebe put her arms out along the bed and her entire body tightened as the long paddle kissed her bare naked ass with great vehemence.  After two more lashings the girl crawled up onto the bed—face down—ass up.  Mr. Lambert shucked his clothing, masturbated, and admired the girl’s bum.  Phoebe farted.

	Helga watched as Mr. Lambert got up behind Phoebe and humped a good hump.  He spanked her as he pounded himself against her; reached around under her to fingering her pussy, runs his hands up along her sides, and pound-pound-pound away until filling her funk hole with a great quantity of his love cream.
	After pulling out he proceeded to spank her burning ass with his soiled schlong until such a time as he whirled her onto her back and “went down on her.”  Phoebe rolled and twisted in some sexual agony that was sexual.  She bucked into the man’s face, farted, and succumbed to a glorious orgasm.
	During the throws of her orgasm, Mr. Lambert—after wiping his cock clean using Phoebe’s cast off panties, mounted and made vaginal penetration.  Helga was in prime viewing to see the man’s manhood make the entry.
	More spanking followed with a little rough sex.  Then, then the two lovers lay side-by-side with cum dripping and oozing out of them.  No EMAD that Helga could see was in use.  Phoebe was a willing subject!
	Oh!

	Rough sex.  Pussy pounding 101-A.  Hard cock slamming (into) hot pussy.  Hot willing (aching) pussy.  Pussy that wanted hot slamming cock.  Helga’s cunt yearned for other dick, Football Head Arnold but he seemed to have the hots for Brooke (remember her?)  Regardless, though, Helga wanted Arnold’s cock—but in lieu of that she settled for alternatives.  Logan Haskell was an “alternative” and seriously rocked her world and rocked it well.
	He also spanked her, peed on her pussy, rammed her asshole, and brought her to a new realm of sexual lust she had yet to know but once there she wanted to know it a whole lot more.  It was like a real good piss shiver or a pent up fart bubble.  Logan’s cock did wonders in her pussy—to her pussy.  
	After one of their sex-fests, 
	“So, like how long you been following me?”
	Helga smiled, she had him by the balls and somewhat fed him a few tales he thought he was securely certain of.  His eyes widened but he was assured by Helga that it was cool with her.  Logan, however, remained a little nervous.
	“Spying is my game.” Helga declared matter-of-factly.  And she was good at despite not having an electronical enhancement.  Logan wanted to spy like Helga, too.  So they did.

	And their first shared spying was a dousy—and here it is:
	In the basement of a townhouse some doors down from Helga:
	On a large table, four feet high, supposedly a workbench of some kind, lay sprawled out a young-young boy.  He was naked.  There was little light in the dismal room but enough to show a woman sprawled out, too.  She was very spread eagled and also naked.  The woman was suspended up off the cement floor about the same height as the table; her arms and legs secured at the wrists and ankles to iron poles secured well into the floor; her head was suspended by a chin strap to keep her head up.
	Tied to another pole was a young adult woman; long ski slope breasts, jaw line, and dark raven hair.  A rope went about her all over—a figure-8 about her breasts, down between her legs and butt; very tightly, too.  On her hands and knees was a younger girl, just became a teenager weeks earlier.  Naked.  An iron rod was at her ankles keeping them separated; her hands were tied together tied to another pole; a gag was in her mouth and a rope also in a figure-8 style was about her young teenage breasts.  A naked man stood off to one side and in a flash brought down a belt to the girl’s bare ass.
	She screamed, the woman suspended screamed, the young adult tied to the pole screamed.  The man chuckled.  Another lashing came—this time to the bottom of her bare feet.  The man stroked his manhood, then squatted before the suspended woman saying “I told you not to fuck with me.”
	The woman tried to spit at him; the man slapped her face then skull fucked her before turning to the young adult who was weeping.  He cooed to her and as it turned out—she was his daughter, his First Born.  The woman suspended was his wife of 25 yrs.  The other girl his second daughter, the boy on the table his son.  Another girl even younger was curled up in a dark corner—watching.
	The man, Nick Curvebonne, was an architect by trade—an out of work architect.  After pressing his nakedness against his young adult married daughter, fingering her shaven pussy, he returned to his second daughter, Kellie plucking up from out of the dark gloom a nifty-handy device all cunt hungry cunts should have—a masterful dildo.  The dildo was cock-like, a little larger, more curved than it human counterpart; thicker, too.  At first, Nick slid the phallic into his daughter’s asshole, twisting it as he did so.  Then he pulled it out and eased it most of the way into her pussy.
	Nora, his wife suspended, began to seriously freak the fuck out.  Already her wrists and ankles were rubbed raw by the trucker’s nylon rope securing her.  Susan, the young adult married daughter, was already freaked the fuck out and too delirious at that point to make any more noise.  

 	Kellie fussed, cried, screamed—the dildo was electronic and vibrated making her tingle with defused excitement.  She tried with all her might to deny the feelings but eventually succumbed to orgasm.  Her Daddy stood masturbating jacking off onto her lily white ass.
	After removing the fake cock he inserted his own, spanking his daughter’s ass and jamming his manhood into her quim as far as it would go—then pulling out and jamming his manhood into her asshole—as far as it would go.  Of which he had already been doing—plus to his young adult married daughter when she lived at him.  Daddy Nick disciplined his children by taking them into the bathroom and having them strip off their clothing.  Then, rough spanking followed by up against the toilet or bathtub for good old fashioned sodomy.
	Susan managed to suppress the abuse which stopped a little after she had turned fourteen.  Kellie didn’t suppress and told off on him which started an investigation that came to settle on Susan—who continued to deny any abuse ever happened and Kellie was just being pissed off about being spanked for being a backtalker, not getting her way, bad grades, disciplined. 
	Daddy Nick sought revenge for being incarcerated, beaten to a near pulp, his name slandered, no employment for sure, and etc.  He smoothed his hand over his daughter’s ass, angled himself back with his pud slipping out revealing to his wife even more cum oozing out of the girl’s asshole.
	Then a contraption came into play—it was just the right size and looked very much like one of those things you stick under your car to jack it up—a scissor jack.  After jacking the jack up to a specific height, Nick placed the fake cock in a receptacle.  The other part of the jack machine went Forward and Backward with a speed cylinder thingy.  The cock head was placed into Kellie’s worn cunt and the jack machine switched on.  The cock plummeted into Kellie’s nicely fucked cunt and as she screamed, Nick ripped off the gag and shoved his meat stick into her mouth.

	Nick, after being in his daughter’s mouth for some minutes, pulled out and walked around to his daughter’s back end.  There he smoothed his hand over her lovely teen butt—then brought the belt to the ass nearly sending the girl out of her skin.
	Another swat came followed by another and then one to the back of her legs.  Then the ass then though the girl was unable to speak due to her torment—her Daddy demanded an answer;
	Squatting down beside her he asked, “Do you want me to keep spanking or do you want me to fuck you?”
	Kellie thrashed about also ripping the skin from her ankles and wrists.  It sounded like she said “FUCK YOU!”  Nick brought the belt to her ass, thigh, feet, and ass again with some forcefulness.  Then he squatted beside her and asked again.
	Kellie was becoming more and more delirious; she clenched all over, she shook and trembled, was peeing.
	“Do you want more spanking, Kellie, or do you want me to fuck you?”	
	A minute or so passed, Kellie thrashing her pretty young teenage head finally blurted “Fuck me, Daddy!”
	Nick dropped the belt and got behind his daughter driving his bone into her pussy and fucking like a madman.  The wife, directly behind him, was also delirious and about out of her mind.
	Finally he came—he had already cum several times and was just about empty but he still had enough.  His balls slapped and made the only noise in the basement (dungeon) and with a mighty grunt he rammed his rod stretching the skin to the fullest ejaculating DEEP into his child’s womanness.  Then he pulled out, spanked her inflamed ass with his hellish cock, then angled off pulling the girl’s cheeks open to reveal to her Mother his cum oozing out of her well-well-well fucked cunt.
	To say the least Nick Curvebone was exhausted.  His family sobbed, his first born child babbled incoherently while his wife retched in disgust.  Nick peed on Kellie’s pussy and asshole, then stepped off into the darkness where a light suddenly came to be and a hidden room was revealed.  A bathroom.  Nick showered and got a drink of water—then came up behind his wife…

	Strangely, Helga wasn’t too disturbed by the torture to the Curvebone family.  She only mildly gave thought to ratting the man out as his daughter Kellie had done—only to rescue the younger ones.  But it was only a mild thought and Helga let it be.  Her own pussy was hot and seriously bothered and Logan Haskell was willing-willing-willing to please her.  They quickly (but silently) scurried from their vantage point and snuck off to a secure local for their own rampage.
	There was little foreplay—it was straight “give it to me!” and once naked the two went at it like it was the last thing they were ever to do.  Logan had a wondrous cock and it slammed nicely into Helga’s young cunt.  They clawed one another furiously, slammed their hips together and rolled all over the small space they had found to do their naughty in.
	Spanking followed.

	Logan found a willing Helga to be something—really something.  No electronic mind altering device required!  He didn’t spank her as hard as Mr. Curvebone did unto his family—but he did manage to turn Helga’s pert ass a nice shade of red!
	Mounting her teen stud lover, Helga clenched her cunt about his shaft—then she slowly-slowly-slowly spun around.  Around-the-World the technical term.  Then she humped—slowly-slowly-slowly, sitting up and letting the boy ogle her small jiggly breast.  Inside her she could feel his sprong squirting.  Logan cupped and squeezed the jiggly breasts; squeezing the nipples and squirting off a massive orgasm followed.

*

why don’t we just make a career out of it?
	Spying—not for profit, not for any gain financially or even otherwise; it was for sport, viewing for some intrinsic value not yet known suffice it to say it satisfied and enlightened their perverted minds.  It worked for Helga and it worked for Logan (works for me, too!)
	One day, a Saturday, the two horny spies found something to keep their interest.  With Helga unique spying abilities and Logan’s EMAD, spying was kicked up a notch.  At a townhouse belonging to the Borrowfoot family, something of interest got undue attention.  It was early morning, a little after sunrise when a city taxi pulled up to the curb and let out its one passenger.  The passenger, a young adult, grabbed some belongings, paid off the cabbie and hustled into the house.
	Aaron James Borrowfoot had come home and was greeted by his still teenage sister, Amanda.  The two hugged—and then seriously hugged with Amanda whispering, “they’re still asleep.”  The “they” were the siblings’ parental units.
	After the extra hug embrace the girl leaned back—“they were up all night” waiting for Aaron’s arrival.
	“Long way from South Africa.” he declared slinging his belongings to a chair.  They hugged again and then—then they kissed.  Aaron’s hands moved to his fifteen year old sister’s ass.  Amanda locked her lips to her brother who was six and half years older.  
	Lots of heavy groping, grinding—grinding—grinding with the girl finally dropping to her knees, unzipping her brother’s pants and fishing out of his tidy whiteys his adult sized manhood.  It was already stiff; Amanda made it stiffer with her handiwork and this kissing it’s piss slit.

	Before “blast off” the studying-to-be-a-rocket-scientist pulled his little sis up and didn’t even have to say “take your clothes off”; little sis Amanda already began shucking her jeans after a fluid motion of pulling off her sweat shirt.  No bra—no panties.  
	Aaron slid his pants and tidy whiteys down, stroked his pud and admired the nakedness of his fifteen year old sister.
	“Been a long time.” he said.
	“Eight months.” Amanda said standing back to let her horny brother see her.  There was a “nook” in the kitchen where a round wooden table occupied some space.  Amanda hoisted herself up onto the table and opened her legs wide.  Aaron’s cock was closer to blast off than ever before.
	“Goddamn did you grow!” he said marveling at her breasts.
	Amanda blushed, checked her watch, “We probably don’t have much time.” she whispered.
	Aaron went up to her, running his hands up along her legs and then her sides, cupping and squeezing her breasts before planting his lips to hers for another incredible and very passionate brother/sister kiss.  Amanda took holt of her brother’s prong and squeezed it—whacked it—loved it before adjusting her position bringing her ass right to the edge of the table, wrapping her legs about her brother’s waist and guiding his solid rocket booster into her cunt.
	Serious bammity-boo took place; the table scooted and made some noise but neither sibling cared.
	“Oh God!” said Amanda, “It’s been so long!” she breathed into her brother’s ear.  Aaron pumped hard, tried to be gentle but he had been a little pent up since his US departure.  Amanda had given him a delicious suck and fuck the night before he left but it didn’t last…
	Aaron finally got his nut but was still a long ways from being “satisfied.”  The two siblings hugged and kissed and went on for Round Two; which was more intense hugging and kissing, heavy groping, and then Amanda angled up against the white tiled counter having her brother “get some” of her teenage ass.
	With powerful thrusts Aaron fucked his sister’s ass pounding her pussy against the rolled edging of the counter.  Amanda made small huffing noises, tweaked her nipples, and begged for her brother to fuck her.  Aaron was happy—more than happy, to oblige her.

	But just as Aaron was going to take his sister to another realm then they heard the certain squeaky noise indicating someone was on the stairs.  The teens scrambled grabbing their clothes with Amanda disappearing thru the kitchen to the other side with Aaron barely in his clothes before his parents came in.
	Both were more than surprised to see their world traveling son,
	“We waited up all night!” bitched excitedly his Mother.
	His Dad was all smiles, beaming with the good work and career his son was on and heartily shook his hand after the intense hug between Mother and Son.  Then Amanda snuck back into the scene carrying another one of her brother’s heavy bags.
	“What did you do, bring South Africa with you?”
	The family was together, hugging, serious hugging, slight of hand groping, yapping and talking with Aaron saying he needed to hit the shower breaking up the togetherness.
	“I’ll take this up.” Amanda said grabbing the smallest duffle bag and hustling up the stairs.  Aaron grabbed the heavier bag and followed.  The Mom said something about coffee; the Dad scooped up his daughter’s panties cast off by the planter by the door.  He smiled and stuffed the undies into his robe’s pocket and followed his wife into the kitchen.

*

Hey!  Dude, what’s that smell?
	A few miles outside of town on the desert side and Jaden Edudyeh found himself in some sort of peril; there were companions one-two-three plus a horsey also with only the companions one-two-three being also in peril.  Jaden thrashed about the rock he was secured to; spread out with his arms tied back around the great boulder, sixteen year old Jaden Edudeyeh fought a losing battle to free himself.  
	Sabrina Udey, also sixteen, slung her pretty head and looked a little more than ill.  Standing against another large flat sided boulder with a very confused face she went thru the process of undoing her tight western blue jeans and even peeled back the flaps!  Then just as quickly refastened them.
	Jaelynn Shutup was a year young—and a tad bit prettier with her blond hair shimmering in the noonday sun.  The girl was a bit more tan than her friend but no less innocent despite the looks of being so.

	Caden Urnst didn’t struggle against the mind attack but was confused just the same.  Caden was twelve and the step-brother of Sabrina.  Standing by “Asgard” the Wonder Horse, Caden was nervous—‘specially as he was the one mostly giving in to the mind attack.  Sabrina and Jaelynn stared at the pre-teen as he slowly stripped off his shirt, kicked off his boots, then slid down his jeans and underwear.
	“Oh My God!” uttered Sabrina.  The two had been “siblings” only a few months and only on occasion during that time had they seen one another naked or partially so.  
	‘do you play with yourself?’ the boy was asked in his mind (by the Voice).
	Caden couldn’t lie or blot out the sudden images of himself “playing with himself” in his bedroom and bathroom.  No verbal response was needed.
	‘are you a virgin?’
	Unfortunately that was a disenchanted Yes.  Caden nodded his response to that invasive question.
	‘been naked with another guy?’
	Caden tried with all his might to block out the images of Clay, his best friend but the scene of himself and Clay came boldly to the front of line.  Clay was a slender built kid, lots and lots of reddish brown hair; lots of freckles, too.  Both Clay and Caden were in a bedroom, naked.  Both boys were tugging on the other’s johnny.
	Luckily for Caden his companions couldn’t see into his mind; unfortunately, though—his cock became resoundedly stiff and hard.  The Voice continued invading—it was curious; aren’t you?
	After tugging on each other’s pud, it was Clay who turned around leaning against the single bed.  He rubbed his lily white ass, parted a cheek and with his head turned over his shoulder was grinning big.  Caden took his pud and rubbed it HARD against his willing friend’s ass.  All over the white cheeks before attempting anal intrusion.
	No go there, though—too tight and never before been intruded.  But it seemed to be fun trying.  The boys giggled and Caden went thru the motions of fake ass fucking mostly his cock up against the crack, down between the legs to hump the taint then kiss the ball sac.
	Then it was Caden’s turn—or Clay’s depending on how you look at it.  Caden laid out on the bed, on his back, pulling his legs back “presenting” himself.  Butt buddy Clay eyed his friend’s cock, balls, and asshole—they were right there as a group so it wasn’t hard not to take them all in as one.

	‘did your friend fuck your asshole?’ an inquiring Voice wanted to know.
	Answer:  No; but not for the lack of trying—interruption.  Clay did hump Caden’s balls, hump-hump-hump all over Caden’s ass, balls, cock with serious interest in prodding his friend’s asshole.  Just when the head of Clay’s cock was making some entry—a car door slammed indicating someone had come home earlier than expected.  The boys scrambled in a panic hiding out nakedly together in a closet.  Slowly therein they dressed, held their breaths and tried to listen to determine where the intruding parental units and siblings where.
	Caden and Clay never again had the opportune chance to make merry as they had—their first time had been just last weekend!  
	‘willing to “take it in the ass”?’
	Caden shrugged and was indifferent.
	‘would you care to SUCK a cock?’
	No answer was available.  Getting sucked (by a guy) got a more so-so answer.  The Voice then changed the subject—sort of:
	‘have you seen your sister naked?’
	Kinda-sorta.  In his mind there were “glimpses” of Sabrina sprawled out on her bed, sometimes naked—sometimes not, “gettin’ after it.”  Caden had been clueless at the time as to what exactly she was doing.  A little investigation, listening to schoolyard conversations, and looking it up on the internet told him she was finger banging, getting after it, friggin the box, and masturbating.  Caden had no idea girls did that.  It was a WOW factor scoring 12 on his Weird-Shit-O’meter.  But clear pictures (glimpses or otherwise) of Sabrina naked were nil.
	On the other hand, Sabrina HAD seen her brother naked AND gettin’ after it himself.  Usually after a shower or when she came barging into his room collecting laundry and not realizing he was twelve and at the age where he got a boner any time the wind blew hard.
	‘you want to fuck her?’
	Again, no answer—it was a no brainer, a given—of COURSE he wanted to fuck her!  He barely had a conceptual idea of what “fucking” entailed but was aching to try it out.  And it wasn’t like Sabrina was his sister in blood—she had come with her Dad.  He had not even heard her fart yet!  He DID have a pair of her panties that he used to wrap his johnson and “get after it.”  In the mouth, between the tits, in the ass, in the cunt—it didn’t matter.  Even if she just gave him a simple handjob he would be satisfied.  Seeing her stark naked, laid out on her bed, fingering herself would be perfect, too!
	Jaelynn Shutup, fifteen, bouncy “perky” blond—way too cute for her own good.  The girl stood against the flat of the great boulder almost in a panic stricken demeanor freaking out about having her young teen mind attacked so.
	Invasive questions were asked of her, too, but the answers were mired in murky swirling clouds with no clear answer coming thru.  The “Voice” was not deterred or even put off.
	‘very well,’ the Voice smiled, ‘take off your clothes.’
	Jaelynn’s eyes of crystal blue bursted open with extreme shock.  The girl who was a fantastic swimmer and horseback rider look as if an axe murder with bloody axe was coming for her.
	Jaelynn, however, still fought to “take off” her clothes.
	‘so be it,’ said the Voice, ‘piss your pants instead.’
	One minute—two minutes—THREE long enduring minutes in the moderate heat of the remote area east of a small desert town.  Jaelynn drank two bottles of water—on top of bottles of water she had already consumed before the Voice interaction.  The need to relieve herself began to encroach and overwhelm her senses.
	Meanwhile, Sabrina had removed her top, bra, and shucked her jeans.  Her face that was a little on the plain side continued to fight against the mind intrusion but it was a losing battle as she had been caught off guard and the Intruder/Voice had managed to get a mindlink hold.  Boots off, the jeans and panties were shucked and she was stark naked.
	Sproing!
	Nice.  Sabrina Udey had a nice bod for a sixteen year old; good skin, a more sterner face but no less sweet.  She herself was an good horse rider, in facts, she was semi pro and did the teen circuit during the summer working fair rodeos and so on.  Buck naked and she was even gooder!
	She shook and trembled and tried greatly to fight off the mindlink but was unable to—when she began to struggle and fight back a horrible black cloud filled her mind accompanied by a loud piercing ear ringing.  Only by compliance did the cloud and ringing dissipate.
	Jaden, Jaelynn, and Caden, watched as Sabrina walked nakedly over to the subdued Jaden and undo his pants.  The boy’s legs were unsecured, just his arms were tied back.  He was a handsome fellow of sixteen; gorgeous dark hair, a quirky look about him, a fantastic smile, and a decent bod—once his clothing was taken off.  Jaden himself was also an excellent horse rider; he also thought himself a “ladies man” and the best horse rider there was—a bit of a chauvinist and a lot conceited.  Unfortunately, he had good looks AND was an excellent horseman.

	Sabrina worked Jaden’s pants and undies off then tackled playing with his cock—which was stiff-stiff-stiff.  Asked if whether or not he was a virgin and the answer was obscured by extreme embarrassment.  As Sabrina sucked on Jaden’s schlong—the clouds in his mind obscuring the Voice’s intrusion began to clear revealing some interesting facts about Jaden Edudyeh; such as,
	In a bedroom, bright sunny day, nice room in the motif of “powder blue”; large bed with Jaden and an adult woman romping amidst the covers.  The woman was not any relation to Jaden, who she was exactly was not clear.  But both Jaden and the “woman” were naked and thrashed about madly as they were in the throws of some excellent naughty business.  At one point, the covers fell away to reveal clearly teenage hunk Jaden’s cock slamming into the woman’s pussy.  There were some tats on the woman’s ass, left shoulder, right breasts—but other than that she was a “professional” in the work force and was “gettin’ some.”
	Another scene came swirling thru the clouds of Jaden’s mind; another woman, slender, dark hair, mysterious eyes, equally naked but in a different bedroom.  A picture on the nightstand showed the woman, some other people, and Jaden.  Hmmm	
	After the scene played out—with the woman getting well fucked by Jaden, she playing with his teen cum squirter, she sucking his cum squirter, it was learned that the woman was Jaden’s aunt!  OH!
	Sabrina had a naughty side, too; while she sucked on Jaden’s schlong the clouds that had previously prevented the Voice from seeing clearly her naughty side cleared revealing Sabrina in the company of a young boy about ten or so.   They were in the woods—or a wood-like woody area.  Here and did the boy “whip it out” to pee.  Sabrina watched and when he was done, he turned to the girl to show her.  He asked her “how do girls pee?”
	Sabrina showed him.  With her pants and panties at her knees she squatted and relieved herself—embarrassed by a toot from her asshole but Shawn got a nice look of her urine spray.  And when done she moved them to a spot where the ground was covered in clover and promptly began sucking on the boy’s dick!
	She stripped the boy nude—sucking his dick all the while, and when he was very hard she began stripping off her clothes.  When the act of undressing became clumsy she stopped sucking the boy and he helped take her pants and panties off.  Then, laying on her pants and panties, she pulled the boy onto her and caressed his bare ass, back, and bare ass.
	Shawn humped, mostly grinding against Sabrina’s cunt.

	Another scene showed Sabrina with another boy, a little older, about eleven or so, red haired fellow—they were naked and had been fooling around when disturbed by noises nearby.  Investigating and they saw two teen boys about 18/19 roughly dragging/pulling a teen girl a couple years younger.  The girl was blindfolded with a large black scarf; her hands were tied before her and she stumbled a lot until brought to the secure place where the two teenage boys finally stopped.
	Seventeen year old Robert Ballswell and eighteen year old Kevin Nutsrsore spun fifteen year old Heather Kuntsmell, groping her, spanking her butt and making crude comments.  The girl seemed a little “out of it”; she drooled and had a slurred speech.  The boys laughed and laughed, then Kevin undone her hands and just as quickly pulled off her top.
	Robert shucked his pants and undies taking the girl’s right hand having her play with his cock.  Kevin unclasped Heather’s bra before stripping off all of his clothes.  Heather’s pants and undies came down (and off) right thereafter.
	The boys made some odd ritualistic circling of the girl, masturbating and still laughing, chuckling to themselves.  No electronic minding device seemed to be involved.  The girl, though, exhibited some sort of mind effect—possibly drug use to the point suggesting she had been drugged.
	While standing (up), the boys “humped” against the girl, still groping, spanking, and still laughing they pressed their naked bodies to the hapless girl for several minutes before laying her down and Kevin taking “first dibs.”  The handsome boy with pleasing looks suggesting he spent a lot of time in the sun and at a beach, licked out Heather’s cunt.  The girl flailed her legs, thrashed her head and made blabbering comments of which neither boy paid any attention to.
	At length and Kevin’s tongue wore out and he came up onto the lovely fifteen year old pressing his cock hard against her cunt.  More groping, titty grabbing and mawing, cock grinding, and kissing.  Robert jeered and cheered, hammered his bone and impatiently waited his turn.  Kevin raised his hips and the unseen onlookers saw with some delight the prime penetration.
	Heather Kuntsore was a virgin.  Was.  Both boys took turns deflowering the virgin, hammering hard until their were well spent, using her panties to clean off their blood smeared cocks.  There, too, was some spanking done unto the frapped girl with Kevin showering her pussy and titties with his pee.

tales of interest (or at least I think so)
	Sabrina Udey was an interesting girl, and getting more “interesting” as her young mind was probed freeing up otherwise hidden “scenes.”  (interesting as Sabrina’s story are being told thru Helga’s story—and Helga’s epic is being summed up from an “unseen” entity at the girl scout cumboree!)  Interesting!
	Anyways,
	In a house not far from where the boys and Heather had been and Sabrina was privy to see an associate of hers, Jessie Bonemehard, was in some kind of trouble.  At first she had been jerked into her bedroom by the elbow by her very pissed off Dad.  There was yelling and Jessie yelled back, backtalked, then misspoke and uttered “FUCK YOU!”
	The twelve year old knew she had messed up—her already irate Dad went livid on her ass—literally.  Jessie was spun around so hard she was dizzy and possibly not aware of her off-blue jeans being jerked down and her young pre-teen body thrown against her bed.  Then a wail of Daddy hands came to smack her ass clad in yellow daisy floral print panties.
	After the girl begged her Daddy to stop—and he did, Jessie was hauled off to the bathroom where she was stripped to her skin and positioned over the bathtub.  Meanwhile, dear Daddy stripped off HIS clothes.  After a few manhandling minutes of stroking his johnson he wailed upon his child again—first beating her with his hand again—then his rock hard brick busting cock.
	Then he slid himself into her asshole for a dramatic enduring fuck.

*

	Nextly and it was two teenage girls making out that caught Sabrina’s interest.  Not much older than herself, Erin and Gwen were deeply into one another—this after coming to Erin’s home finding (as usual) no one there.  The girls were already giddy and after checking for sure no one home they scurried to Erin’s room where they ditched their school bags—and then their clothes!
	A moment to admire one another naked then they began to dance—jacking up the tunes the girls frolicked wildly; giggling, laughing, being silly like young teenage girls like to be.  Then they embraced and began kissing—deeply and passionately with their hands groping and roaming all over the other’s backside.
	Then it was onto the bed for some serious bangity-boo!

	The intensity of their intense lovemaking was—intense!  Very dramatically and did they bash their gashes—it was hard and very intimate; their passion was like nothing Sabrina had ever seen or could even imagine.  The girls were just crazy with their antics—they couldn’t get enough of one another and finally came to begin 69ing one another.
	That was as much as Sabrina could stand and the scene faded.

	Inasmuch as young Caden Urnst, twelve years young and standing raw in the hot afternoon sun with his naked step-sister sucking off their friend, Jaden—his arms tied to a great boulder—Caden Urnst was equally awed by their other friend, Jaelynn, who had pissed her pants.
	The girl had tried to maintain herself but the pressure was too great—she had to pee.  And it was pee pants or take them off—and the fifteen year old wasn’t about to do that.
	It was the most amazing thing he had ever seen.
	Jaelynn was all kinds of upset.
	‘I gave you an option,’ said the Voice, ‘and now, take them down.’
	The pretty fifteen year wailed, shook her head, and was greatly embarrassed.
	‘well, then, I’ll just feed you some dogs, pizza, dry cereal, stuff like that.’
	Jaelynn didn’t get it.
	‘well, sweetie,’ said the Voice, ‘you’ve pissed your pants—and good, too!  Next is the other bathroom activity.’
	Jaelynn STILL didn’t get it—until she had to fart and then she knew.
	“Oh my God!  NOOOOOOoooooooo!”
	It was then that Sabrina SAW the Voice; a mysterious person of some height, a little over six foot; wore a cap of some sort, a “driver’s cap”; she thought he was wearing a trench coat but actually it was a cowboy’s duster.  He sauntered across the naked Sabrina’s path where she continued to manipulate Jaden’s cock and up to the petrified Jaelynn.  There he pressed a hand to her pissy crotch and squeezed—yea, fingered her.
	‘either take ‘em down,’ he said into her mind, ‘or shit in them.’ And he was serious.  And Jaelynn knew it.  So, amidst tears and wails she undone her pants and pushed them down.  The cowboy in the duster had her keep her panties up—just for the moment whilst he and the others got a nice look at her in her wet undies.

	Then they were pushed down and the man finger fucked the teen’s pussy for several minutes.  Then he had Caden come up to the girl and after her shirt and bra were taken off (by a nervous Caden)—the boy fingered the girl’s pussy and cum squirted from his young pre-teen dick. 
	Soon and Sabrina was “backing up” taking Jaden’s seriously hard erection into her asshole.  She had to reach back to help guide in as Jaden’s hands were still tied outward.  The girl’s breasts jiggled as she bounced back and forth taking the teen’s cock into her hole—sperm still squirted from Caden’s cock as he watched with bugged out eyes.  The desert breeze had kicked up brushing his light brown hair into his handsome eyes; didn’t bother him, though, he stared and stared—squirted and squirted.
	Jaelynn’s neck tightened as she tried to refuse the Voice’s command, ‘suck him.’  The Voice, though, was determined and Jaelynn ultimately submitted.  Caden’s attention was on the naked Sabrina and not aware of Jaelynn’s mouth work on his cock.

	Soon and Jaden was freed from the rock—his amazing studly cock slamming nicely into Jaelynn’s pussy as she lay on the warm sandy ground.  The girl thrashed about but kept Caden’s ball sac in her mouth all the while Sabrina sucked and worked the boy’s young pud into a tizzy.
	After Jaden thoroughly and then some released his seed into Jaelynn’s cunt—and pulled out to spew the rest of his seed; Sabrina let go of Caden’s cum squirter to suck on Jaden’s plus lick up the cum he had spilled onto Jaelynn’s belly.  Caden, embarrassed and horny and greatly confused positioned himself onto Jaelynn’s face even more so—then moved off and Sabrina squatted onto the bewildered teen’s face.
	Jaden was bewildered, too, but he was happy about it.
	After Sabrina began sucking on Jaden’s cock, clutching his balls, etc; Caden examined Sabrina’s ass (as it was poised over Jaelynn’s sweet American girl face.) 
	‘go ahead, boy, fuck it.’ cooed the Voice.
	Caden didn’t need much coaxing, he moved up to Sabrina’s wiggling ass and with Jaelynn’s hand guiding him in—promptly penetrated the girl’s asshole.  Caden’s mind already in overload went supersonic as he pushed his prick all the way in.  His eyes locked with Jaden’s who also was in supersonic awe.
	The pounding of Sabrina’s ass was phenomenal—at least to Caden.  The girl’s skin was something—soft and supple; other words he couldn’t come up with.  It was a sensation that was just—sensational!  Feeling of his own ass was one thing—he liked it.  

 	His friend, Clay’s ass came to mind, too; when fake anal play the softness of his friend’s ass was incredible.  He knew in part that what they did together was being homo.  But Caden disagreed, it was just fooling around being sexual.  It felt good!  They didn’t kiss, they just humped; they just rolled about nakedly, sucking each other’s dick and only attempting to butt fuck one another.
	Sliding his schlong into Sabrina’s ass was mind boggling.
	There was more—coming up in chptr 42…