August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Forty-Two
To Cum or Not to Cum

I came, I saw, I came all over the place (reprisal)
	Jaden Edudyeh, Sabrina Udey, Jaelynn Shutup, Caden Urnst, and Asgard the Wonder Horse—oh, and the Voice AND the ever popular spy, Helga Heely.  The location was a remote area of near desert; afternoon type time, and everyone (but Helga) was naked.  *Helga wasn’t aware of the Voice exactly but had it in mind that someone was controlling the aforementioned group.
	Scene 1/Act 1
	On her hands and knees, sixteen year old Sabrina sucked on Jaden’s sixteen year old cock while behind her, twelve year old Caden Urnst—step brother of Sabrina, slid his young pre-teen dick into her asshole.  Meanwhile, fifteen year old Jaelynn firstly stood, legs spread, fingering herself.  Then the girl laid out on the warm sandy sand, legs spread even wider and fingering herself; then, then the girl crawled on her hands and knees to Asgard the Wonder Horse.
	Jaden watched the girl do the crawl and couldn’t imagine what the fuck was going on.  It was a fantastic view, though; the girl on her hands and nice, slightly tan (all over); gorgeous lithe cowgirl body—and naked!  Jaden was already enthused with getting his cock sucked—he had already been in Jaelynn’s cunt (and came off, too!)  The sight of the naked girl continued to thrill him and soon he was ejaculating into Sabrina’s mouth.
	It did something for Caden, too—he blasted a hot load of pre-teen spunk DEEP into Sabrina’s ass.  With his hands clutching Sabrina’s ass, young Caden “went to town” as the final throws thrilled him beyond his wildest dreams.  His balls slapped making the only noise in the remote boulder canyon; sweat rivered down his naked body; the sun baked him; his cock sung a tune he had never heard before!
	Then—then something totally unimaginable happened.
	What?
	Right before their eyes, Jaelynn Shutup, fifteen; excellent horsemanship, swimmer, good with kids, smart, and pretty—positioned herself ‘neath Asgard and began stroking his mighty horsey schlong.  She did!
	It was amazing—truly amazing!

Scene the same; Act II
	Asgard shuffled and shook his withers as his horsehood was manipulated by the naked human girl.  She did a marvelous job, though; in no time and was the mighty horse’s cock nicely hard.  A whinny here, a shuffle there, a twitch of the tail there and Asgard the Mighty Wonder Horse showered the naked human girl’s face with his mighty horse jiz.
	It wasn’t the first time the naked human girl had had horse jiz squirted onto her face—but she didn’t want anyone to know it!  Jaden and Caden squirted their own jiz while Sabrina stared in utter awe.  
	Spying Helga didn’t know how much more there could be; she was turned on, awed, grossed out, and curious so she stuck around to see the finale.

The finale
	On her side, Sabrina took Jaden’s cock into her tight cunt; behind her and step-brother Caden slammed his preteen cock into her asshole.  Both boys had serious concentration.  Sabrina made noises as she was double teamed; she was not entirely opposed to being double boinked but the situation was not entirely acceptable, either.
	The boys were exhausted thereafter and lay out on their backs heaving in the noonday sun.  Sabrina lay on her back, drenched in sweat and cum.  The naked hottie, Jaelynn, came up (still under the influence of an outside (and unseen) force) and squatted onto Sabrina’s face.  It was then that Helga DID see the unseen influence; he stepped out of the shadows and was clad in mostly cowboy attire—no cowboy hat but a “driver’s cap”, jeans, southwestern shirt, boots, and a “duster.”  He was tall, clean shaven, dark hair that covered his ears and hung loosely to his eyes.  There was a saunter to his gait as he stepped up to the kids—no one seemed to notice him—not even when he began stripping down to his skin!
	Standing straddling Sabrina, the lanky cowboy (with EMAD in hand) stroked his manly manhood, flopping it and slapping it against the lovely naked teenager, Jaelynn.  Earlier and Helga had noted the teen being reluctant to comply with the Cowboy but now she seemed all too willing, accepting her fate.  And after a few slaps and face fucking the man’s cock went into the girl’s mouth and she began to suck-suck-suck.
	Jaden lay heaving, watching, masturbating.  Caden lay heaving, sweating, also enthusiastically masturbating.  Sabrina tongued out her friend’s cunt—and fingered herself whilst she did so.  The Cowboy was happy and Helga was horny.

Touchy/Feely (with an evil twist!)
	Even in the dim light he could see panty.  He smiled.  He leered.  He lusted.  
	“Ahem!” coughed Ellen.
	Edgar stammered, “Sorry, sister, distracted.”
	“Uh huh.” Ellen replied knowing what he was distracted about.
	Edgar shrugged and asked, “Ready?”
	“As much as I like blood rushing to my head, I think so.”
	Edgar giggled and stole another look at his twin sister as she was poised upside down on the whirly wheel.  Ellen gripped the spoke/hand grips and braced as once more her demented brother spun the wheel she was tied to.  The large wooden ship’s wheel spun and Edgar was pleased.  Not a word from his spinning sister—who was equally demented.
	The wheel once more slowed down; all the color in Ellen’s face had gone and she did look a little ill.
	“Going to hurl, sister?” quipped Edgar with a sinister glee.
	“Not on your life!” shot back Ellen—but in truth the bile was in her throat.
	With each slowing spin of the wheel, Ellen’s typical gothic gray/black knee length dress flipped down her lithe pre-teen body exposing her plain skin tight white panties.  It had only been recently that Edgar began to take a more astute notice of his sister.  Sure they pranced about naked, in their undies, heard each other fart, and on hot-hot evenings watched the other sleeping in the nude on their bed or up in the bell tower loft where the air was cooler.
	When the wheel finally stopped—with Ellen right side up this time,
	“Your turn.” she breathed trying to hold back her retching.
	“Uh, I want to try something else.” After untying his sister he rummaged about the 2nd basement junk coming up with some very old and unique items.  Military grade, nomenclature, color and texture.  Their primary use was anybody’s guess; Edgar’s use was torture and it made him giddy with excitement and anticipation.
	Ellen was eager, too; her long lanky body radiated with some heat from her experience on the wheel.  She was just as mischievous and diabolical as her twin; together they were a pair on society.  
	On a table Edgar assembled a small hand crank generator.  There were some wires, alligator clips, and a pair of metal tubes.  The generator and items were World War II torture era.  Edgar slipped off his black and white stripped shirt, shucked his pants and underwear and then attached the electrodes (alligator clips) to his nipples and testicles.

	Ellen giggled—“and where do THESE go?” she asked blushing and giggling.  Holding the two metal rod electrodes the girl giggled and blushed big.  One of the “rods” was very small in diameter—the other was a bit larger.  It was no big deal for Ellen or Edgar to be naked together; they shared a room, even.  Seeing each other naked was a way of life and up until lately it had been no big deal.  Half way thru their twelfth year of life and feelings began to invade their thinking and they “liked” seeing the other naked.
	“Guess!” Edgar said standing up straight with his cock thrusting outward.  Ellen continued to giggle sinisterly and took the smaller diameter metal rod to begin putting it into her brother’s wang.  
	Edgar fidgeted and tensed up giving mixed emotions as his sister gripped his dick and began inserting the metal rod.  Unfortunately, his cock wasn’t hard enough.
	“I don’t think it’s hard enough.” The twins said together—something they did most often as they were “in tune” with one another’s mind set.  Ellen tried to push the tiny rod into her brother’s piss slit but only managed a tiny bit.  Edgar squirmed and began to have second thoughts—then,
	Ellen pulled off her Goth dress—hesitated a moment as she only wore panties underneath.  Though there was only dim light in the lower basement (dungeon), the kids’ eye sight was phenomenally good.  Edgar could well enough see his sister clad in her panties and it did help with the strengthening of his wang—but not enough.  Soooo,
	Ellen shucked her panties, stood with legs apart and fingered herself.
	That helped.  Loads.  But Ellen got her brother’s pud even harder—
	Ellen began stroking her brother’s pud—stroking her brother’s pud—stroking her brother’s pud—then began once more attempting shoving the electrode into his dick again.
	Slowly almost an inch was in her brother’s piss hole.  He was all kinds of squirmy and sort of kind of wanted to see just how much more she could shove in.  Strangely, the boy (and his sister) had high tolerances for pain.  Discomfort, however, was another issue.
	“OK!” he said breathlessly with tears in his eyes, his testicle sac scrunched up so much as it was almost inside him.  “Let’s do this!”
	Ellen smiled and held the “other” electrode…

	With a little petroleum grease—Ellen slowly inserted the larger diameter rod into her brother’s asshole.
	“Stop clenching or it’ll never go in!” bitched his sister.

	“It’s not that easy, sister,” Edgar bitched back, “it’s involuntary.”
	But Edgar was not a total anal virgin; previously, prior to the electrode rod his sister was diligently shoving into his hole, Edgar had sodomized himself with the toilet plunger; the handle of a fishing pole; the handle of a screwdriver—various sizes, too!
	Edgar had shucked his typical shorts and undies, bent over, spread his stance and grimaced as the metal electrode went slowly into his anal tract.  Usually, the twins just enjoyed frolicking nakedly in their room, backyard, and the dark woods surrounding their remote estate.  They never had sex but they DID engage in Touchy/Feely.
	Ellen did some stepped up “touchy/feely” with the insertion of the World War Two anal probe.  Then, with the probe inserted half way,
	“I think we’re ready.” she said.
	Edgar took a deep breath--Ellen began cranking the small generator.
	
	Along the rafters a rat peered down into the gloomy dank basement; an owl further up eyed the rat; a yellow tom hunkered in a corner eyeing the owl.  Beyond the musty walls outside and a storm was cranking up shuttering the land with its violent vibrance.  
	Meanwhile, Edgar Krowtennootarc braced as his twin sister, Ellen, released the pent up charge stowed in the generator.  There was an instant reaction; Edgar’s eyes bulged, he shuddered all over and convulsed just as much.  When he began to froth at the mouth and twitch oddly Ellen switched off the generator.
	Edgar collapsed to the broken cement floor continuing to twitch.  For a moment there was concern from Ellen—squatting down she stretched out her hand to console him and felt the energy discharge emulating from his contorting body.
	“S-son-of-a-f-fucking b-bitch!” Edgar finally muttered.
	“A-are you alright, brother?” Ellen asked out of concern.
	“AWESOME!” Edgar blurted.  He still contorted, twitched, and was unable to move for several more minutes.  Ellen removed the “attachments” and was somewhat disgusted with her brother’s anal leakage.  It couldn’t be helped as the young boy had lost all control of “clenching”—no further description neccessay…

	“My turn!” said an exuberant Ellen.
	Edgar smiled but was still reeling some from the effects of being electrocuted.  His teeth tingled—and then every fiber of his being.  Shaking it off, though, Edgar held the clean electrodes and stared at his totally nude sibling.  Alligator clips were attached already to her nipples—and one to her little bud (clit).  The small diameter electrode that had been in Edgar’s cock went into Ellen’s pussy.  She stood her stance apart blinking her eyes as the makeshift dildo eased into her virgin pussy.
	The siblings locked eyes.  Ellen was trembling—not in fear.  Edgar had pushed the electrode into her cunny half way before meeting stern resistance.  His fingers were right there—right there at his sister naked bald pussy.  
	No words were said—it seemed to be a kicked up version of their earlier touchy-feely encounters.  Neither Ellen or Edgar had any problem with fingering one another—they even watched the other go to the bathroom AND they showered together occasionally, too!  Those times had been just playing—playful-like; non-sexual.  Now, though—there seemed to be a difference.
	With a loving touch, Ellen stroke-tugged on her brother’s tool.
	Edgar was all attentive—er, mesmerized and gently fingered Ellen’s pussy.  A desire—a strong desire—began to swell within him.  Masturbating was one thing—humping his bed, soaping up his dick, pressing his pud against Ellen’s ass—all one thing but not THE thing.  Before he had had little thought to what it would be really to put his cock into his sister—and it mattered little to “where” that cock would be put!  Neither Edgar or Ellen had notion to what “sex” was, sex acts, positions, whatever.  They were pranksters—the scourge of their public school nestled in the valley of Nobb Hill.  Bird seed in a teacher’s HUGE hairdo was a classic—when she went outside during lunch hour the birds, too, had their lunch!
	Another time and the twins managed to switch out the gum balls and other assorted mouthy treats at the local county fair with super fire/sour treats.  
	Just before lunch period at the twins’ school, while Ellen distracted the lunch matron—Edgar spiked the milk with salt.  Salt!  It was a riot!  The twins also soaped the handles of the classrooms.  Balloons with just enough umph to get them soaring just above reaching/stretching hands—only to find out those balloons were loaded with flour when caught.  Edgar shooting small mini darts to the balloons when the student/teacher finally caught the balloon.  It was hilarious—for Edgar and Ellen anyways.

	Capturing a bunch of mice and rats and setting them loose in the cafeteria was a hoot.  Fart sounds over the intercom was another goodie; really disgusting sounds of someone crapping a load was another classic.  Locking ALL the bikes in the bike lot with one chain was a killer.
	The twins had a nemesis, though, Stephanie Knightbringer.  She was an uppity, snooty, former private school (Catholic) girl and the daughter of the Mayor.  She was wise to the twins’ deeds and usually did her best to foil them.  Usually she failed—sometimes she won!  Long had the twins thought of foiling the girl—personally!
	But first!
	‘You’ve got a lovely touch, sister!’ Edgar said to himself.
	Ellen smiled and before anything else slowly turned about and pressed his throbbing cock against her ass.  Edgar was frozen—he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move.  Ellen held his dick rubbing it against her ass, gliding it up and down her crack.  She giggled and soon was taking strides in guiding the dick into her hole.
	Edgar finally came around sorta/kinda and upon realizing what was going on forgot about the self imposed torturing and placed his hands onto his sister’s hips.  Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y and did he began penetrating her backdoor.
	But unlike her brother, Ellen was a backdoor virgin; penetration even by Edgar’s stiffy was a no-go from the onset.  But it was fun trying!
	“It’d probably go in better, brother,” Ellen said at length, “if it was lubricated.”
	Though twins, and sometimes they were on the same mind link with one another—sometimes they weren’t.  Edgar didn’t get the statement from his sister.  The head of his cock had made some entry, he pulled out and humped her ass and found a new feeling to reel in.  And with his hands on her hips even MORE new feelings came.  That lubrication was close at hand…
	Suddenly,
	“Children?” called out a motherly voice, “Children, are you down here?” from the top of the rickety questionable stairs the twins Gothic Mother in a tight-tight-tight Gothic black dress where only her hands and head were exposed.  She was tall, slender, Victorian-Goth, and just a little quirky—which resulted in equally quirky twins.
	“Yes, Mother, we’re here--”
	“Just playing.” Edgar supplied.
	“Very well, dinner is in an hour.” And with that she disappeared back into the gloom of the upper basement.

	Edgar sighed, his mind was in overload—and his dick was even more!
	Ellen stood and turned about, “More of that later, brother,” she said with a sort of sinister sneer, “later tonight maybe.”
	Edgar was mystified and shrugged, “Ok.”
	“Perhaps we should continue?”
	Edgar blinked, smiled, and was handed the electrode to once more attempt placing it into his sister’s crapper.  Once done the girl stood, rubbed her ass, giggled, blushed, and watched as Edgar began churning the generator.  
	“Ready?” Edgar asked of his sister.
	For a moment, ‘No’, but then shrugged, gritted her teeth and nodded,
	“Ready.”
	Edgar flipped the switch releasing the generator’s energy.

	The owl eyed the kitty as it stealthily slinked its way along the rafter.  At the crossbeam a small mouse traipsed with trepidation pausing now and then unaware of any danger.  The kitty paused and clung to the shadows—as well as the narrow rafter—only when the mouse had turned to sniff the solid rock wall’s crevices did the 4yr old tabby scoot quickly along coming to the brace junction.  And just when it was about to leap/pounce out of the darkness from the other side of the junction came the rat biting the twitching tail of Jinx.  Jinx let out a horrific yell; Kosmo the rat let go the tail with a sneer; the mouse was no where to be seen.  Tarf the owl snickered quietly to himself.
	Below the rafters and human girl Ellen lay twitching on the cold cement holding herself; she  found, like her brother before her, she was equally unable to contain her bodily functions.  The electrode in her ass had turned her waiting poo in her anal tract into immediate liquid.
	It was pretty gross and a whole lot disgusting.
	“You were right, brother,” sputtered a slow-to-recover Ellen, “it was awesome!” but she could do without soiling herself.

	After a nice long soak in a hot soothing bath the twins laid out nakedly on their beds contemplating.  
	“It might be even more awesome with a bigger generator,” stated Edgar, “or a battery, a CAR battery!”
	Ellen didn’t share her brother’s enthusiasm.  She preferred the “wheel”; “Maybe we could do the medieval stuff some more; the Rack, guillotine, comes to mind.”

	“We’ll have to visit the museum and see what they got.” Edgar supplied.
	Ellen was ok with that.
	So they did.
	
	To say the least the twins were elated with what they saw;
	“That Chair was awesome!” said a giddy Edgar.
	“I like the Portcullis!” 
	“The Rack was pretty good but the Judas Cradle was really something!”
	“Yeah, the impaler devices all were cool!”
	From the museum of unnatural art the twins scooted along making their way back home; pausing long enough for a treat and to scour the area for anyone to prank which was solely their goal in life—to prank everyone in their town if not the town itself!
	Before them they saw a man jerking a young girl; it was possible the young girl had misbehaved in someway pissing off the man possibly her Daddy.  Right on the sidewalk the Daddy figure stretched up the little girl’s hand swatting her ass.  The girl wailed and the Daddy flailed.
	Edgar and Ellen exchanged looks with neither saying anything.  They slurped their malted milk shakes and watched as the pretty little five year old with flaming red kinky hair, a short plaid skirt was quick footed across the street and out of sight.
	Slowly the twins made their way along the sidewalk, glancing across the street to see if they could see the little girl (but they didn’t).  They did see, however, their nemesis, the Mayor’s daughter, Stephanie.  She was with her entourage of other stuck up prissy bitches gathered at the city hall grounds where the Mayor was giving a boring speech.
	“SHE needs a good spanking!” Ellen commented off-handedly.
	“Yeah!” said a gleeful Edgar.  “I’d LOVE to see her spanked, sister.”
	“You’d LOVE to GIVE her the spank, brother!” 
	Edgar smirked, giggled, and thought evil thoughts.

	Once home and in their room,
	“I bet she’s never been spanked.” Ellen surmised.  Her statement only continued to enthuse Edgar and his evil thoughts.  Slowly and methodically he stripped out of his day-in-town clothes for more suitable around-home clothing which consisted of simple shorts and a dark colored tee-shirt.  (he also went “commando” style (no undies)).  

 	Sister Ellen went likewise in attire, her tee-shirt was a tank top and though she was with some boobage, she preferred not to wear a bra (around home anyways.)
	Brother Edgar paused before pulling up his shorts—his Commanding Commander was at Full Salute.  Ellen smiled leering at the Purple Headed Monster.  Edgar let go the brown shorts and began working his gherkin…
	“Oh No!  Mommy came in and she caught me one-handed
 	Dreaming about the girl next door
 	Holy shit I was working that gherkin
 	Forgot to lock the bedroom door
 	How could I get caught while was I slapping a pound of meat?
 	All this time she was standing there
 	I’m stroking my good friend Pete”

	Ellen stripped off all of her clothing and for a moment there was some awkwardness between the two sibs.  Edgar’s eyes fell to his sister’s breasts; they were small but adequate enough.  At the time, Edgar was neither a Titty Fan or Butt Man.  The boy’s brown eyes slowly went down his sister’s near lily white trim body to her bald poon.  The stroking to his Little Fella increased in tempo.
	“Mommy came in and she caught me right handed
 	Looking for the unicorn
 	Holy shit I had roped that pony
 	Had him in a tug of war
 	How could I be casual while the Admiral salutes my feet?
 	And the Bishop was standing there shivering for lack of heat
 	Oh Mommy, can you tell that I am embarrassed for that shame that I caused?
 	So that purple headed warrior will have to be flogged.”

	Once more and Ellen was gliding her brother’s tool against her smooth soft ass.  Edgar was in bliss and basically mindless; Ellen was in full control and steadily moved the cock up and down her crack, poke her hole, and contemplate letting him “get some.”  The concept of “getting some”, though, was a little elusive to the horny tart.  There was trepidation, concern, but a curiosity about the unknown.

	But Edgar pud just wasn’t stiff enough to do the deed (of anal intrusion.)  Ellen was not undaunted and turned to face her delirious sibling; hand still clutching his pud she stroked the Admiral—stroked the Admiral—stroked the Admiral until such a time as she slowly made way to her knees.
	Eye to eye with the one-eyed monster.
	There was a musty smell about the proudly attentioned soldier; Ellen smiled, admired the pulsing prong then on her own flicked her tongue to the clear liquid goo issuing from the piss slit.  Something drew the curious girl onward and she began diddling her tongue to the slit—then dancing about the crown until she took the head into her mouth and began sucking.
	In his mind—other than spanking (her) he wanted the Stephanie Knightbringer to suck his cock!

	“More?” he asked.
	“More!” she replied.
	Edgar smiled, his cock stood out more prouder, and though his hands were already stinging continued spanking his sister’s bare ass.  Ellen wiggled as she was struck—the sting was not disconcerting, unpleasurable, or even painful.  It tingled!  Her pussy was excited and as Edgar laid his hands to her bum she slyly frigged herself.
	One-two-three-FOUR!  The swats landed with all the might young Edgar could manage.  His sister wriggled, tensed up, and even giggled!  There was significant heat emanating from her pert ass.  Edgar’s cock was hard enough to break bricks!
	Ellen found herself with strange unique feelings in her cunny—so much so that at first she thought herself to be peeing but it was not urine streaming down her legs but a more viscous goo.  The tingling sensation in her cunny and yea her clit was beyond imagination.  Long did it take before the matchless feelings subside—enough for her to stand and face her brother who was basically zombiefied.
	“Are you alright, brother?” she asked.
	Edgar couldn’t respond.  His eyes were glazed over and cum was squirting from his cock.  Ellen licked her lips and took holt of her brother’s cock giving it a squeeze.
	“Oooooh!” breathed Edgar.
	Ellen smiled—‘owned!’ 

*

A Funny Thing Happened On My Way To The Slime Pit
	It wasn’t the news she had hoped to hear; with the end of school session nearing it was hoped the Family Meeting would entail where the family would be spending their Summer Vacation.  Maybe the Family Meeting would be about new allowances for Mother and Daughter.  Perhaps a new bike was in the works; new furniture?  Usually the Family Meetings were good; vacation excursions; visiting relatives in another state; sometimes a bitch about the food bill, phone bill but usually the Meetings were good.
	Not this time.
	Business at the car lot was bad—real bad.
	“Looks like I’m going to have to close up the lot.”
	Helga stared at her Dad.  ‘What the fuck?’
	“What does that mean?” she needed clarity.
	Big Bob Heely reared his shoulders back; his face was of concern.  It was usually not too hard to read the big man’s face; he was a former military man, a rough fella who lived sports (football primarily).  But he did have a soft heart; he was usually good nature and embarrassed by “woman” things.
	“Well,” he said with a pause, “we’re behind in bills,” he went on to blab about the sinking of the business, the sucking of the economy and fifteen minutes of excuses and pointing the blame at the current presidential administration.
	“So get on with it, Dad,” bitched Helga, “what does it boil down to?”
	Big Bob paused, then looked to his only child, “Well, it means we’re moving.”
	Moving?  WTF!
	It wasn’t what Helga wanted to hear.  She had never moved.  The townhouse was her home.  There was her school, her friends, Phoebe, Logan…  Moving was something she just couldn’t fathom.
	But wait!  There’s more!
	“Soooo, where preytell are we going to move to?”
	Good question.
	“I’ve got us a place lined up in the country,”
	“THE COUNTRY!?” screeched Helga.  She was a city girl, not a country girl.
	Boone County was the place.  Home of flat grassland, horses, farms, a dry river, a big noisy train now and then, the WhistleStop Kids, girl scout jamborees, and August Moone.
	To soothe her foul mood she hunted up the always horny Logan Haskell.  A good fuck, sure, but Helga was still foul and wanted spanked.  Logan was only too happy to oblige and laid his hand to the girl’s bare ass with his throbbing hard cum soiled cock pressed against her belly.
	Although Logan seemed satisfied—Helga was still pissed.
	Logan found that he could virtually have his way with the upset girl; after wearing his hand out on her delightful tender ass and his cock revitalized from their earlier session of plain out and out sex, Logan stuffed her asshole.  His cock was already reeling from the previous fuck, then the spanking session, now he was getting into her amazingly tight asshole.  Shazam!  
	But even after the anal play—Helga was still miffed and Logan still horny.  The prospect of Helga leaving the city was not pleasing for Logan, she was one willing girl who was equally naughty, nasty, and downright wicked.  It was going to be hard to see her go.
	The only thing to soothe Helga’s mood was of course—spying.  The prospect of moving to the country seriously soured the young girl; she couldn’t imagine life on a “farm”; joining some lame scout group; going to a country school.  She doubted she would find anyone like Phoebe.  There was no one like Phoebe—there was no one like Helga.  But then again—

Spy games cont.
	Boys will be boys!
	When left alone, boys usually got into some sort of mischief—usually when those boys were young pubescent boys entering the phase whereas they found extreme pleasure in their nether regions.  Giving self pleasure was one thing, rubbing their throbbing hard barely teenage cocks against another’s ass was something else entirely.
	Girls of the same age and in the boys’ social circle weren’t so inclined to “give up” their bodies.  Well, some were—some of those girls went to Sex Parties even!  But not the girls of these boys.
	Sam Toolslave, Ted Ballshung, Danny Holenass.  Three fine-fine young lads of thirteen.  Ted had the red flaming hair, was taller, more lankier, too.  Sam was the so-so leader, had dark hair, a almost as tall as Ted, and of average size elswise.  Danny was under tall, height challenged—brown hair, brown eyes, sheepish persona.  He generally was the clown to make up for his short stature.  The three had been friends since early elementary school.
	On Helga and Logan’s spying visit…

	While Sam slurped on Ted’s cock, Danny fucked him in the ass.  It was to note that while Danny sodomized there was a candle jammed up his ass with a bit of tip and wick sticking out.  Ted also had a candle in his hole.  All three boys were lovely-lovely boys—‘specially naked!  Ted had the superior cock—it was longer, shaped much like a banana, and could maintain its erect status after cumming.
	And speaking of cumming, both boys who had their schlongs in their friend, came.  Danny humped hard into Sam’s shitter, gripping his friend’s hips and slamming his young teen pud as deep and as hard as he could getting every ounce of orgasmic good feelings as possible before pulling out and squirting the remainder onto Sam’s not-so-lily-white ass.
	Ted came off, squirting a goodly amount into Sam’s mouth; then pulled out to face fuck his friend continuing to squirt gobs of spunk into his friend’s hair.  Sam slurped on Ted’s ball sac while Danny licked the boy’s fresh fucked cum laden bung hole.
	Helga was intrigued.
	Logan was horny.
	But wait!  There’s more!
	Laying out on the floor of the bedroom of Sam Toolslave, Ted Ballshung straddled Sam’s face and went down on the boy’s saucey cock.  Danny positioned himself behind Ted and firstly caressed his ass then spanked it.  The candlestick was still up in the boy’s asshole as was the one in Danny’s pooper.  The spanking intensified.
	Sam slurped on Ted’s cock and balls, he also slapped/spanked Ted’s ass all the while Danny slapped/spanked, too.  But after awhile, Sam pried his friend’s cheeks open and Danny put his tool into the lovely teen bung hole—after removing the soiled candlestick!
	Danny was humping right along, Ted and Sam sucking right along, when a man suddenly stepped out of the shadows.  He was naked!  His cock was long and hard and dripping cum.  He was a dashing looking man, a little gray at the temples, no pudge or fat anywhere; he was lean, tall, well groomed, professional looking man.  In his left hand was an electronic mind altering device.  Of course!
	The boys only paid attention to what they were doing and not the intruder.  The “intruder” did nothing but stand at watch the boys and their antics; he stroked himself and Helga had to wonder what that manly manhood would feel like in her pussy.  (she also wondered what it would feel like in her mouth and asshole!)
	What a girl!

	After Danny came—and Sam and Ted subsequently came off, too; the boys stood.  The man, Tom Toolslave, daddy of Sam, looked over the naked youths, stroked his johnson then hugged his son.  Sam hugged his Dad; Tom caressed his son’s naked body—specifically the boy’s ass and then played a little with his dick before gently pushing the boy down.
	There was no hesitation on the boy’s part—he took his Daddy’s tool, worked with his hands first then loved on it with his mouth.  The regal Fatherly figure reeled and humped his teenage son’s face then guided his throbbing prong into the willing mouth.
	The other boys stood idle—waiting.  Each boy had  boner and Helga had secret desires for each of them.  She wanted gangbanged.  She wanted to see Phoebe gangbanged, spanked, pissed on, and fucked silly.  Funny, Phoebe had the same thoughts—about herself!
	After a few minutes of fucking his son’s mouth, Tom Toolslave pulled out, humped the handsome boy’s face again—then sidestepped to the next boy, Ted Ballshung.  Ted also went to his knees, got his fresh young teen face fucked, took it in the mouth, but only a minute thereafter the manly manhood tool was withdrawn and the boy turned about positioning himself on his hands—ass up!
	Tom slapped the boy’s ass—er, spanked it.  The boy spread his legs and Tom continued to spank-slap until the boy’s ass was a bright red.  It looked as if though then that the man’s cock was as hard as ever it could be!  And with that he began spanking Ted’s ass as hard as he could before poking the boy’s shitter.
	There was some grunting, groaning, moaning—but from Daddy Tom.
	Full anal penetration took some time, couple of minutes worth.  When he was fully IN the teen’s rectum, Tom began to pump.  His manly well groomed hands gripped the nude boy’s hips and began to sodomize with some determination.  Behind them, unseen in secret, Logan and Helga were mesmerized with Logan slipping his own throbbing erection into an asshole.
	The sound of testicles slapping and skin smacking skin made the only sounds—along with some grunting, groaning, and calls to God.  It was then that Helga recognized the man—he was a church man, a “God-boy”, a preacher.  He also taught at her rival school, he was a principal!
	A middle school principal and a preacher!  Imagine!
	Finally the thrusting intensified; so did the groaning and more calls to God.  The man began to smack Ted’s ass with some vigorous vile as his cock strained to encourage its concentrated orgasm.

	Despite the cock being freshly explunged from an asshole, Danny Holenass took the manly manhood into his mouth and sucked the life out of it.  (he did a fair job on the man’s sweaty, musty ball sac, too.)  There was a face fuck and then a simple jerk off onto the boy’s nuggets.  It was quite a mess and it was Sam who was directed to suck the balls clean.
	The sound of a car door slamming interrupted further festivities.  Tom was visibly upset at the intrusion as he was far from being “done” with the boys.  Quietly, though, he told them to “dress up”, put clothes back on.  He himself scooped up his own clothing from the floor but did so hurriedly and scooted out of the room, closing the bedroom door.  The boys dressed without saying a word.  They were still under the mysterious powers of Tom’s EMAD.

Part II
	Ted Ballshung had a sister; a cute little thing of nine years young.  Long blond hair that she usually had in braids, single pony braid down the back, twins off the side of the head, or one mini-micro braid strung across the top of her pumkin’ forehead.  She was as cute as could be; a sweet smile, delightful voice, happy-go-lucky child.
	‘ever fuck your sister?’
	‘No.’
	‘do you want to?’
	Long answer No; short answer Yes.  He did, but didn’t want to get caught or in trouble for it.  There were fantasies about boning his sister—that was a natural and a given.  On occasion he DID get to rub his dick against her ass—and she was willing to let him providing he fork up some allowance money or cover for her.  Seldom did she let him have his way with the Touchy/Feely on her own—but she did occasionally.
	Anyways,
	‘take your clothes off.’
	There was slight hesitation but Ted slowly peeled off his shirt and pants, pushed down his underwear and stood nicely naked.
	‘take off YOUR clothes.’
	Danny Holenass stripped off his clothes.  He was a nice looking lad and had a boner as soon as he was nude.
	Reverend/Principal Tom Toolslave sighed, licked his lips, flared his nostrils and continued (his manipulation.)  It was a time other than with his son, Sam, involved; the place was not in his son’s bedroom but in the messy/cluttered room of Ted Ballshung.

	Ted and Danny stood naked, clothes at their ankles.
	‘you love being naked with him.’ the intrusive suggestion was implanted into both the young teens’ minds.  Danny nodded his head; Ted merely stared straight ahead to the sandy brown haired friend.
	‘you love playing with his cock.’
	‘you have no problem playing with your friend’s cock.’
	‘you love to suck your friend’s cock.’
	‘you love the taste of your friend’s cock in your mouth.’
	The boys soon were embracing—kissing—groping.
	‘you love to kiss your friend.’
	‘you love your friend’s tongue in your mouth.’
	The boys ran their hands all over each other deeply and passionately kissing, Frenching, earnestly loving one another.  Their young puds were hard and pressed against other as they squeezed one another.  
	‘you love your friend’s cock in your ass.’
	Ted turned and braced against his bed spreading his stance; Danny firstly went to his knees and gave a rim job to his friend—it was then that Tom couldn’t hold back any longer and stepped up to present his own cock for Danny to love on and reeled graciously when the boy did.
	After a couple of minutes and Danny was back to licking Ted’s asshole.  Tom humped Danny’s head—days earlier and he had caught Danny and Ted masturbating blatantly under the bleacher stand at school.  Some cheerleader girls had been perched above them and the boys were amorously jerking off staring up to the red panties of those girls above them.
	Principal Toolslave caught them (in the act) and brought them to his office where he had them strip off their clothes (w/o EMAD influence!) and lay across his lap for a delicious spanking!
	It had been a beginning.
	After each teen had been swatted until their young asses were a nice shade of a rome tomato, the boys stood shoulder to shoulder, rubbing their burning bums, watching in awe as their principal came around his desk unfurling his manhood.
	Ted was first to suck Mr. Toolslave.  The cock was hard, huge, and more than a mouthful.  Ted had never sucked a dick before and had no inclination to do so.  Mr. Toolslave begged to differ.  
	Danny, however, HAD sucked a dick—a cousin.  He didn’t consider it being “gay” in any sense of the word or meaning, it was just a thing to curiously participate in.  They were ten years young at the time and also engaged in kissing, ball sucking, and sodomy.  Just while the cousin was visiting for the week during Summer vacation.

	After sucking the Principal’s cock—the boys braced against the desk and were fucked up the ass.  then,
	“You can fuck each other or take another spanking.” Tom told the boys.  They gulped, sweated, looked to one another and thought about it (for two seconds.)  
	“I-I don’t want to be spanked.” said a timid Ted. 
	“Me-me neither.” stated Danny.
	Tom smiled and directed the boys on the proper way to butt fuck one another—Rim Jobbing was first up (although he didn’t do it himself he informed the boys that before they submitted to sodomizing one another “always lick the other’s asshole first!” along with the one who is going to be fucked suck the cock before taking it in the ass.
	Danny flicked his tongue to his friend’s asshole, gripped and rubbed the boy’s ass, clutched the nugget sac between the legs, and tongued the hole a full five minutes.  By then his young teenage cock was hard enough to bat with.  Ted gave the tool a two minute suck—Tom stood jerking his gherkin smiling and watching.  Danny then slowly eased his prick into Ted’s hole; Principal Tom eased his prick into Ted’s other hole.
	After both boys had fucked each other’s asshole they stepped into the private bathroom of the principal’s office—with their principal joining them and showered up.  They were given a written note about missing the hour of class instruction and sent on their way.  No EMAD had been used (that time.)
	There were times, though, when the electronic minding device was used; like when Jeffery Cumsalott was brought to the office ‘cause he had one wet his pants and pushed/shoved another boy due to teasing.  He was eleven and tried to “hold it” till end of class but didn’t make it.  Once in the privacy of the office (and before the boy’s parents could be called for one of them to bring him dry clothes) Principal Toolslave had the boy undress.
	Without the use of the nifty minding device the boy was reluctant but did pull his soiled pants and underwear down and then off, but kept his shirt on.  Tom escorted the fifth grader into the bathroom and before having him step into the shower pulled off the boy’s shirt.  While the young lad rinsed himself off nervously—Tom watched him for a moment then stepped out of view.
	Moments later and…

	Thirteen year old bare ass was nice—eleven year old bare ass was nicer!  There was little difference in texture, little difference in size, color, everything.  It was just that Ted and Danny had been thirteen years of age and Jeffery a mere eleven.  Tom caressed the boy as he lay across his lap.  A swat here, a smack there, a feel of the depths of the boy’s crack.
	‘you love sucking my cock.’
	Young Jeffery blinked his eyes excessively and seemingly fought back the intrusive minding device wave lengths.  But the fight was minimal and in less than 45 seconds the boy was mindlessly slurping down on his principal’s cock.
	Tom was more than elated.  His massive manhood fully filled the young boy’s mouth.  He humped the mouth, pulled out and humped the sweet boy’s face and desired deeply—deeply—deeply to fuck him.  He was an anal virgin—that was determined more by probing his hole rather than probing his mind.  The Q&A feature of the EMAD didn’t function as well on Jeffery as it did his son and his friends.  Oh well—cant have it all.
	After a few minutes of mouth and face working, Tom hosted the naked eleven year old onto the desk.  Then he was laid back having to pull his own legs back presenting his virgin anus.  Tom fingered the puckered pooter, drilling his finger DEEP inside and wiggling it about before finger fucking.  The boy barely had pubes on his nads.
	Though he hadn’t done so with his son (or his son’s friends) Tom applied his tongue to Jeffery’s hole and happily licked-lapped-licked all about until he thought he was going to burst.  He then suckled on the boy’s balls before sucking wholly on the boy’s young pud.
	Jeffery remained silent throughout it all.
	At length and did Tom take some special cock & anal grease from his desk, lube up his staff and apply a generous portion to Jeffery’s hole.
	“this might hurt a bit.” smiled Tom.  He pressed his pulsing prong to the virgin hole and made slow dutiful entry.  Jeffery winced, made a face, scowled, but made no other indications of awareness.  Tom was pleased and happily sodomized the boy with his cock only making partial entry.

	Darrel Turdstain stood at the office door—he knew his ass was cooked.  He didn’t know if the principal would beat him but he knew that when he Dad found out about the cheating on the test his ass was grass.  He saw Helga Heely—she smiled at him and he smiled back.  Then the strong arm of Mr. Toolslave griped his shoulder and escorted him into the private office.

	“You’ve been out and out caught, Mr. Turdstain.” Principal Toolslave said settling into his chair.
	Darrel gulped—he had tried to pass the English test once before and failed; an “F” was bad news not only in school but at home, too.  So during the make-up test he tried a little cheating to help at least score a high D or a low C.  Little “help” marks were on his hands, the back of Cindy Lickme’s chair, on the awkwardly outstretched shoe of Carl Smzmackmi, and scrawled into the veneer of his own desk.
	Ms. Hotterthan made the discovery early on and can we say “busted”?
	Thought you could.
	“I’ll have to call your Father.”
	Darrel tightened up—his neck clenched, eyes bulged, and he began to sweat.  The beatings from his Dad would be severe, and long lasting.
	“Please, don’t.” begged Darrel.
	“Cheating is grounds for expulsion from this school.”
	Cheating was one thing—getting bumped out of school—his third time for the current school session, would be death.  He was sure he would be killed—no doubt about it.
	“I’ll do anything.” pleaded the young unwary boy.
	Tom smiled—‘be careful what you wish for…’

	Slowly and did Darrel shuck his clothes—
	“All of them.”
	It was figured (by Darrel) that getting naked in the Prince’s office was a little unprecedented and not the norm.  But it beat getting his Dad involved.  He knew he was vulnerable—but had no idea how much!
	Suddenly and Principal Toolslave was pulling on his pud!  Darrel’s eyes widened and he missed what the man said and had to have him repeat it:  “Do you play with your penis?”
	Darrel blinked his eyes, shrugged, and muttered “Sort of.”
	He didn’t hump his bed but in the shower with his cock slathered up he found “good feelings” playing with it.
	“Ever jam anything up your butt?”
	What?  What the fuck!?
	More eye blinking followed by sweating and his heart beating near out of his chest.  He shook his head “No.”
	More questions followed—horrible questions, very private and personal questions.  Some were answered Yes, some No.  

	It did dawn on Darrel that Mr. Toolslave was molesting him.  And how!  Especially after he stepped out of his clothes and sat on the man’s desk, legs open.  Then, Mr. Toolslave “went down on him.”
	Darrel couldn’t believe it—he couldn’t breathe—he couldn’t think!
	There was undeniable “good feelings” stemming from his hard pud, he didn’t know what to make of it but knew slightly that it was wrong.  He had fantasies about girls, but that was normal.  He was an only child, lived with his abusive Dad, had few friends and none of them were girls.  He knew some girls and they sometimes hung out together.  But what a girl looked like naked he had no clue.  They were pretty, smelled good, laughed nice, and he wanted to be around them.  Perfectly normal.
	After Mr. Toolslave sucked and sucked and sucked him; it was across the man’s lap for the spanking.  There was a difference between being “spanked” and being beaten (by his Dad.)  Mr. Toolslave swatted his behind, squeezed the burning cheeks, fingered the hole, and clutched at the virtually hairless nuggets before smacking his ass a couple more times then standing him up.
	Although his ass burned—it was far better than what his Dad would have dealt him; a belting.  He would be pressed against his bed, naked, and struck with the belt until he bled.  The ass, legs, everywhere.  That would be round one.  After a few hours and his Dad had a 6-pack down or “just fucking because” the beating would resume.  Sometimes there was a Round Three, too.
	Mr. Toolslave then stood and unzipped his own pants.
	Darrel blinked—“WTF!”
	With his cock out the use of the EMAD was eminent.
	Somehow, though, in lieu of being beaten to death—Darrel took his Principal’s cock and “stroked it.”  Up and down—up and down—up and down.  That was followed by fondling the man’s ball followed by “kissing” the head.
	‘flick tongue to the slit.’
	Darrel had serious thoughts of bolting—there were more than just reservations about the deed proposed to him.  But then the next thing—
	The thing with having a big dick—the abnormal size filled small orifices rather quickly.  Although it was pleasing to most cunts, twats, pussies, and assholes, young holes begged to differ.  It was still worth a try and just as pleasing.  Tom rocked his hips and filled young Darrel’s mouth, fucked his face then turned him about positioning him onto the desk.  A little spanking and then going up the boy’s hole before penetrating him there.

	Sara Goshmitwat
	Current standard school policies prohibited Weapons; no guns, no knives, no instruments of any sort designed to inflict or cause bodily harm.  No cheating.  No running in the halls.  No gang affiliation.  No fighting.  No assembly without proper cause or documentation.  And No Smoking.
	Sara Goshmitwat, 5th grader, didn’t see that particular warning and was subsequently caught in the act by Ms. Weesback.  Sara was a pretty girl, most were.  Long brown hair, non-matching ribbons, known to hang with non-conformists of the school; slightly lumpy, a plain sort of girl, and not really a “smoker”—she just got caught “holding the bag” while the girls she hung with made Splitsville.
	She was generally a timid/shy girl; she just wanted to be socially acceptable and “smoking” with the “cool gang” was one way to be socially acceptable.
	“Smoking is grounds for suspension.”
	Sara nodded, she knew.
	“Your parents will have to come pick you up; and for the next two weeks you will have to go to Wecanfuckupyourkidgood Elementary.”
	The news didn’t sit well with the young girl.  She was in panic mode.
	“There is, however, options.”
	Of course!

	‘ever been spanked—bare assed?’
	That was a No.  She had, however, been spanked with pants down.
	One time with a belt but usually it was by hand (by her Dad.)
	‘finger yourself?’
	A long pause then a confused No.
	She had never been molested in the sense of what she understood being molested meant.  She had seen little boys naked and the previous year at Summer Camp she had seen some boys ten-eleven-twelve peeing in the woods.  (but it was at night and the “look” wasn’t prime.)
	‘undo your pants, take them down.’
	Basic white panties, kiddie style greeted him.  Though the minding device was in operation the girl was not fully overwhelmed.  But that was by Tom’s desire to have her have some free will.  Getting undressed and such just required some encouragement—encouragement that only a device such as an electronic mind altering device could provide.
	Slowly she tugged down her panties—the indicators on his personal EMAD showed she needed a little more “encouragement”.  The girl’s “freewill” was coming to an end.

	A few “hairs” and they were very fine.  Her pussy proved to be virginal—as was her asshole.  There was a meeting in an hour—Tom debated as he wanted to spend “quality” time with Sara and that would take time.  Lightly he fingered her, caressed her hips and then her ass.  Drawing into him he held her, patted and smoothed his hands over her naked butt, delved his fingers into her crack and tried-tried-tried to hold off molesting her and letting the moment linger.
	So much for that.  Two minutes tops and he had the girl’s top off and had her body sprawled on his desk.  With her legs open wide he firstly admired her basically bald virgin pussy then applied his mouth fully onto it.
	A slight hint of pee.  A little mustiness.  But it was smooth, virtually hairless, soft, supple, and delightful!  Tom pressed-engulfed his mouth fully to the young girl’s cunt devouring it wholly with his tongue darting into the recess of the virgin territory finding the hymen intact.
	Sara moaned, twitched and arched somewhat but her level of “awareness” was of no real consequence.  Slipping his fingers about the slickening up poon, Tom began plunging a digit into the girl’s equally virgin poop chute.  She grunted, arched and twisted more, made a moaning noise and was a little more “aware” than Tom liked—but then again, there was a bit of a turn on to have a subdued victim aware of their peril.
	At length and Tom was finger fucking the girl’s chute, thumbing her pussy, and eating her out to beat all.  His tongue tiring, though, she stood up and hurriedly fished out his cunt hungry cock.  Boys were ok and even preferred, but girls held him, too.
	Ten million “good feelings” were suddenly stirred up as Tom pressed his cock to Sara’s cunt.  The girl had calmed down significantly; she breathed and lay mostly still—she still arched and twisted some but not as much as when his mouth had been engulfing her pussy.
	Slowly Tom moved his cock up and down the delicate poon; he lay the length of the manly tool against the virgin skin and humped there.  It was satisfying but not one hundred percent so.  Sara remained oblivious and Tom determined.
	Time was getting on; the approaching meeting time was nearing.  It was important that he be there so he stepped up his efforts and began a more earnest humping of Sara; laying his prick against her crevice was one thing and true—it felt good.  But pushing the purple bulbous head IN would be better.  And there was some success.  He couldn’t make full vaginal penetration—he didn’t want to serious hurt and/or harm her.  A little shove here, a little push there, and the head of Tom’s dick disappeared.  He pumped and subsequently came off and was satisfied.

	 Erin Michelle Ballshung had a cute butt; she had wondrous blue eyes, a flat chest, and a delightful personality.  She got along with her older brother, Ted, they loved one another and didn’t fight to much or get one another into trouble.  On occasion she let her horny brother rub his penis against her bare butt.
	But secretly and did Ted want to do more.  Much more.  But it was a secret.  He jerked off thinking of her, dreamt of screwing her three holes, spanking and peeing on her; fucking her in the ass while she sucked on his friend Danny and Sam.  He wanted to see her getting fucked hard by Sam and Danny but knew that it was not going to happen.
	The info mostly regarded as “private” filled.  Tom Toolslave, middle school principal, licensed minister, married man of fifteen years with three children of his own, was pleased to know the insights of the teen’s mind.  The manipulation of Ted continued with the pursuit of bringing the boy’s sister in on the mix pursued.
	On the day that best friends Sam and Danny weren’t at the Ballshung home and preacher-private tutor Tom Toolslave was—the day of bashing the family Ballshung was at hand.  Timing was everything, of course.  The tutoring of young Ted took place in the kitchen—but with the Mom prepping dinner and little Erin dashing about being politely interruptive, Tom and Ted made way to Ted’s bedroom.
	Principal Tom was already enthused (sexually); the door of the bedroom was shut and Erin scolded to keep out and not to bother the two.  Good thing, too; ‘cause Principal Tom wasted no time in getting student Ted to strip naked.  It was dangerous and a big risk so Tom didn’t strip but hauled out his prick for Ted to suck on.  Thereafter he had the boy lay out on his bed and masturbate.
	When it was evident that Ted was about to cum—Tom had him jack off onto his balls.  By then, Tom had dropped his pants and underwear.  His cock was throbbing hard.  Ted stood nakedly before him working his gherkin cumming off squirting fresh spunk onto Tom’s balls.
	That was followed by the young teen sucking clean his principal’s balls, another round of cock sucking—then spreading his cheeks and being hotly sodomized!
	Then it was dinner time.
	Although the dinner was good, all that was on Tom’s mind was little Erin and her mother.  Very muchly did he want to see them naked—and even more so see them sucking on his cock!  Torrid thoughts did he have for Ted’s sister and even more so for his fuckable mother!

	‘take your pants down.’
	In her brother’s bedroom the cute little girl who let her brother be a little naughty with her undone her blue pants and pushed them down.  Green panties were revealed.  Tom’s cock was very happy and once more was out from the confines of his pants.
	The EMAD had full grip of the girl’s mind and with no hesitation she gripped Tom’s dick and masturbated it.  The act pleased Tom greatly.  The girl kissing his dick pleased him even more.
	Soon and Erin was naked, sprawled out on her brother’s bed, vulnerable.  Tom took his turn firstly; just rubbing on her, smoothing his hand all over her—all OVER her; fingering her delicate pussy; then, like with Sara, applied his mouth to the whole of the poon and devoured it.
	And like with Sara, penetration wasn’t possible.  But he humped against her delicate poon just the same.  There were sensational feelings from doing so—coupled with the fact that he was molesting the girl while her naked brother stood right by them stroking her gherkin while their Mother cleaned up in the kitchen unawares (and unaffected by the likes of Tom’s minding device!)
	It wasn’t the same as being IN a girl’s pussy but humping against it was pretty good—just not the same.  While he humped, he also played with Ted’s schlong having him eventually come up onto the bed so as One he could suck on the boy’s tool as he fucked the boy’s sister and Two have the girl suck her brother’s tool as she was fucked by Tom.
	Soon and Tom directed Ted to lay on his sister and hump.  A goodly amount of “mess” was there and more was in the ready to be spilled, too.  Ted humped his sister’s cunt—humped his sister’s cunt—humped his sister’s cunt until such time as his cock was hard enough to hunt with made entry and committed therefore then the ultimate incestuous sin—penetration.
	Tom seriously found a new thrill—watching others fuck.  And the thrill was intensified with the knowing that those fucking were not supposed to be fucking.
	As Ted fucked his sister, Tom spanked the boy’s ass with serious torrid thoughts thrashing about in his mind.  Ted’s teen pud made full vaginal entry into Erin’s pussy; the girl winced and made facial expressions but was still under the influence of the EMAD.  So was Ted.
	It didn’t take long for young Ted to cum, though.  Tom caressed the boy’s ass and even risked being heard by spanking him.  After the boy had fully emptied his incestuous love cream into his sister’s virgin poon—it was Tom’s turn.

	Noise from beyond the bedroom door distracted and disturbed the moment; Tom knew he had to deal with the Mother before anything else could go on.  That meant getting clothes back where they belonged and the kids back in their clothes, too.
	By then, the kids’ Mom was in the shower.
	Perfect.
	Tom boldly made way into Claire’s bedroom, examined (closely) her freshly cast off panties on the bed then calmly and patiently waited for her to emerge from the master bathroom.
	That took fifteen minutes.
	That gave Tom sufficient time to “recoup” himself.
	Claire emerged, nakedly, never knew what hit her.

	There was little hesitation—on Tom’s part.  He firstly just stood before her as she stood mindless.  She was not a bad dish—no, not a bad looking woman at all.  (especially naked!)  He was amused to find that she had a bald pussy!  And there was a prancing pony on one side upper area of the pussy, too!  How daring!
	There were questions to ask and notions to input—but first!
	A hug, a grope, a feel—followed by having Claire fondle his willy, his balls, and then down to her knees.  There was something in her eyes that made Tom a little curious.  He wasn’t sure for certain if she was one hundred percent “his.”  The EMAD showed that her brain wave patterns were secured but still…
	On her knees the woman did not hesitate to take Tom’s cock freshly pulled from her daughter’s cunt, asshole, and son’s asshole and begun sucking it.  Tom reeled and shoved the entire length of tube into her gullet, gripped her head and fucked fully until shooting a massive load coating the back of her throat.
	Claire instinctively gagged, retched, choked, and spat out the goo with some even coming thru her nose!  But she remained steadfastly in the grips of the minding device and therefore “unawares” of what had happened.
	Tom’s cock remained somewhat “stiff”; he pressed it against Claire’s face and humped with his balls pressed hard against her face—his thoughts growing even more torrid with each passing second.  He wanted to savor the moment—let it linger, fester; but the urgence of getting into the woman’s pussy increased exponentially.
	The time had come.

	He still managed to hold off, though; placing the woman on the bed he went down on her, eating out her womanly womanness with much vigor and vim.  His talented tongue, like with Sara and Erin, managed to get some “life” out of the woman.  Her pussy became “wet” almost instantly and it was guessed that after the divorce from her husband there was a lapse in getting dick.
	Tom was more than happy to provide the dick.
	Claire moaned and instantly came as Tom’s “dick” slid into her crevice.  Tom shuddered and felt himself shooting cum almost instantly, too.  It wasn’t a particularly TIGHT pussy but it wasn’t a sloppy second, either.  The woman’s nipples perked up and the scent of her hair enticed her errant lover all the more.  He suckled those perky nipples; his cock slithered deeply and masterfully into her recess; his hands moved gingerly all over her middle aged body; his own body laying directly on her with only his hips moving gliding his manhood in and out of her.
	After cumming—and what a cum it was! He lay virtually exhausted on Claire but finally managed to gather himself and go into the bathroom to clean up and refreshen.  Then he went to Ted’s bedroom where he had left the children.
	‘take off your clothes.’ he told them.
	Once Ted and Erin were in their skin (again) he moved them to their Mother’s bedroom where he directed young Ted to “mount” his Mother—this after both he and Erin sucked the boy’s penis to a serious state of stiffness.
	‘you like having your cock sucked.’ the Voice began in Ted’s head.
	‘you like having your sister suck your cock.’
	‘you like to put your dick into your sister’s pussy.’
	…also Ted would like to put his dick into his sister’s asshole, fuck her face, spank her, bathe with her, and let his best friends Danny and Sam have a go at her, too.
	There was also the input of Ted having sex with his Mom.
	Tom was elated with his mind messing; he spent an hour with the boy instilling the “new way of life”; another hour was needed to do the same with the boy’s mother and only half an hour of mind instruction to Erin.
	His mind exhausted but body revitalized he humped Claire once more, rolled her over and spanked her ass HARD while she sucked off on her son’s pud.  Erin sucked on Tom’s cock while this went on and when it was as stiff as it could possibly be he fucked the young girl until he passed out.

Meanwhile…
	With her legs spread wide out, knees secured outward by rope, facing down on an old wooden table, waist poised over a small wooden rod, Stephanie Knightbringer was in a serious predicament!
	She was naked, too.
	Standing just in at the edge of the gloom surrounding the table, Edgar Krowtennootarc stared completely captivated by the snobby Mayor’s kid.  She was a bitch in every since of the word.  She was unfortunately very pretty, incredibly smart, way too popular, and a bane to the twins, Edgar and Ellen.  Edgar hadn’t had time to take in the girl after the brash drugging and kidnapping of her.  Stripping her clothes off was a particular joy but even that didn’t rise Edgar; he held her panties, gandered a moment at her naked pussy, but was more onto getting her secured and positioned on the table in the sub basement.
	Finally there was time to ogle.  And ogle he did.
	Ellen, however, moved up slowly—she ogled Stephanie, giggled sinisterly to the girl’s plight, then smoothed her hand over the girl’s ass.  Stephanie had been drugged using non-sophisticated African pygmy darts used in knocking monkeys and leopards out of trees.  With some delight, Ellen shoved a finger into the girl’s asshole—this brought the girl to a more alert status and she freaked the fuck out.
	“LET ME GO!” she screamed (loudly.)
	Ellen smiled, giggled, and found a small metal rod to slip into the girl’s funk hole.  Edgar was still mesmerized and of no help whatsoever.  Ellen sighed and worked the rod into Stephanie’s asshole, then attached some “clips” to the girl’s virgin pussy, to her nipples…
	Edgar smelled burning flesh.  He was naked (and didn’t remember undressing; his cock was measurably hard and his thoughts were solidly on his Captive.  It was more than a desire to fuck her; there were other thoughts more pressing.
	Ellen cranked the generator.
	Edgar began to salivate with a bit of a quirky smile etching on his face.  The boy was lanky, thin, a little more taller than most boys his age, serious dark hair, dark eyes, needs more sunlight to his skin but otherwise fairly typical for boys in his age group.  Methodically he stroked his cock, licked his lips and watched as Stephanie freaked out as the energy from the little power generator was released.  Flaring his nose he drank in the girl’s burning flesh and felt a sudden new rash of deviltry beset him.

	An old ping pong paddle with the felt peeled off served a new purpose; Ellen smiled and hoped up onto the table placing her naked pussy under Stephanie’s face bringing the girl’s mouth right down onto the pussy with the gripping of the girl’s flaming red hair.  Edgar smoothed his hand over the girl’s ass with his mind solely locked in on his movements and the girl’s ass.  The rod had been removed from her hole as had the clips.  There was significant babbling and so-so demands from the prissy uppity girl but she was in no position to make demands or do anything else.
	The paddle swat came swiftly smacking the girl’s smooth unblemished skin harshly.  The smack even jolted Ellen who smiled and pressed her pussy into Stephanie’s face.  ‘eat me, bitch, eat me raw!’

	When “Please stop” was uttered from a more weeping than fearful Stephanie, Edgar stopped.  The girl’s bare ass was seriously warm to the touch—and he touched it!  With her knees spread out and held in place by rope Edgar could also finger and play with the girl’s bald beaver.  He was about to climb up onto the table and get on with the defiling of the girl when from the gloom scurried something quickly making almost no sound.
	Edgar froze and stared to where the sound he had heard came from but by then of course that which had made the sound was no longer there.
	“What is it, brother?” Ellen asked.
	“We’re not alone, sister.” Edgar replied.
	Edgar sat back on his haunches, his dark raven eyes scouring the gloom where he had last saw the movement.  Ellen slowly eased her way out from under the Captive’s face.  She made little sound as she eased off of the table; her breath held and eyes of coal black staring into the inky darkness.  Squatting down and Ellen narrowed her eyes; there was a curious smell overriding the burnt flesh of Stephanie.  
	Then, a brief flash causing a brush of air virtually flung past Ellen’s ear.  She shrieked, a natural uncontrollable response.  
	“There!” screeched Ellen whirling about almost toppling.
	“I see it!” said an excited Edgar.  But what he saw was no longer where it was.  Small trails of dust were stirred up, other small natural critters who had come to call the subbasement their home scurried out of the way as the “flash” raced along the wall, down to the corner of the wall and floor, then up along some rotting wood to launch itself from the crumbling cement/rock/masonry wall to pounce on a table strewing laboratory beakers, gloves, tongs, and papers.  From there the “flash” leaped from the edge of that table to the table of which Stephanie Knightbringer was secured upon—actually, leaping from the laboratory table to Stephanie’s bare ass!

	Stephanie screamed.
	Ellen giggled and Edgar chuckled, “Way to go, Thang!”
	Thang did a little dance on Stephanie’s ass.  Stephanie freaked out.
	“Looks like Thang is going to have fun, too!” stated the obvious Ellen.  Edgar smiled and licked his lips watching his “pet” dance a jig on kidnapped Stephanie’s lily white bare ass.  Thang had multiple digits, like a human hand, but with one extra.  The “thumb”, forefinger (index, trigger), and ring finger served as support walking digits.  The middle finger served as a snout.  There were no “eyes” but Thang had an amazing ability to “see” without them.  There were millions of tiny finite hairs on Thang, whose body type was similar to a large hand.  On the back of the hand was a tattoo of a rose painted black and red with purple highlights along the edges.
	Stephanie squirmed, babbled something incoherently, then looked back to see Thang dancing on her ass.  The girl screamed and then passed out.  Ellen snorted and Edgar chuckled some more.
	Thang’s dance was something to see—there was no music but the odd pet creature had a beat of its own bouncing with the flat of its underside to Stephanie’s plum ass.  Then it raised itself up on its forefinger digit and twirled before slamming itself down again.
	“Go, Thang, go!” cheered Edgar.
	“This is better than anything we could think of, brother.” stated Ellen giving Thang the credit and bump in ego.
	Thang then began to “slap” the Captive’s ass, squeeze the flesh, and then delve all its digits into the girl’s crevice.  Stephanie was partly awake and partly aware.  Edgar had a gripe of his cock and stared in utter awe as his pet seemed very fascinated with the girl’s ass.
	The fascination was kicked up when Thang finished exploring the ass crack and repositioned itself up with all its digits fanned out; then, from the underside at the base/heel came yet another digit.  This new digit “grew” and as it began to grow similar to another thumb it moved down between Stephanie’s cheeks to find its way to her virgin pussy.
	More freaking out by Stephanie Knightbringer—“you cant do this!” she shrieked.
	“We can,” said Ellen, “and are.”
	Thang’s extra digit forcefully penetrated the eleven year old’s pussy and made dutiful entry.  Several inches of 6th digit went in before stopping, then there was the customary pulling out and then pushing back in.  Soon and Thang was in rhythm and the deflowering of Stephanie was complete.

 	When Thang finally got his finger off he did so in dramatic fashion.  As he orgasmed his finger digits flared out twitching, shuddering, freaking out.  Then Thang just simply collapsed, heaving, sweating, totally spent.
	“Sonofabitch!” uttered Edgar, “That was awesome!”
	Stephanie was delirious, too delirious to know what exactly had happened to her.  She babbled and endured the twins and their “pet” for several more hours.  Ellen took a turn at spanking the girl while Edgar sodomized with a metal rod, the handle of a screwdriver, and his own rock hard cock.  As a finale—Thang came equipped with an old electric razor and shaved Stephanie’s head.
	She was drugged again then returned to where she belonged.  Back in their lair the twins engaged themselves with Thang; Thang putting his extra digit into Ellen’s backdoor while Edgar nailed her very lovely pussy.  It was a thing with them, a way of life.  There was an incident whereas Edgar, after having his way with Ellen lay exhausted on the floor—ass/hips up with face planted on the broken cobblestone floor heaving, panting, reeling in the incredible fuck with his twin when suddenly he was attacked!
	It happened so fast he barely knew what was going on.
	What was going on was Thang had pounced on Edgar, and though Thang was one, one handed, he had power and kept Edgar at bay while he “had his way” with the boy’s puckering puckered puck hole.
	Ellen giggled incessantly all the while.
	Afterwards, and the twins made way up out of the subbasement, Thang sat on a table drumming his digits—contemplating.  A deep lingering thought filled him.  Life in the subbasement was fun but the Hand of Ahz desired more—he desired adventure!
	Just then and Mange the light yellow stripped tabby traipsed by hardly giving the twins’ pet any notice at all.  Suddenly and Thang leaped from the table landing on the cat’s back.  And it was off racing around madly trying to shake off the Hand of Ahz, yeowling and hissing all the while.  The adventure was on!

*

Spy games continued
	The Big Move to the country was in the works.  Helga was not enthused and kept a steady grumpy attitude throughout the whole ordeal.  A trip out to Boone County had been made, a looksee at the new digs, the peoples, the town, and “country life” and Helga was less enthused than ever.

	“Oh looky, Helga, girl scouts!”
	Helga wanted to reach from the backseat of the family chariot and grab the steering wheel sending the four thousand pound car careening into the group of country girls in girl scout uniforms standing at the corner.  It seemed as though her Mother had some crazy notion that Helga should join the group.
	“Only if I’m a woodchuck.” she sneered.  She mostly wanted to see the group of country girl scouts naked, spread out on the ground being impaled with stakes thru their hands with something long and hard being jammed into their pussies.
	More thoughts of something diabolical filled Helga’s mind; the girls being spanked, branded!  Forced to suck a horse dick, get fucked by a horse!  Forced to eat another girl’s pussy!  Shave their heads!  Walk like a crab—that being upended on all fours, naked!  
 	The list went on and on and cause Helga to surreptitiously finger herself.  And somewhere along the way back to the City—Big Daddy Bob casually glanced over his shoulder and saw his pre-teen daughter in that private act.  Big Daddy Bob nearly wrecked the car.
	“Jeeze, Dad,” Helga griped, “do I need to get out and walk!?”
	Big Daddy Bob said something under his breath, farted, and put his foot to the floor powering the big heavy family car to the City a little faster.  (he had to get to the bathroom and fast!)
	Once home, Helga spent five minutes inside the threshold then went to see Phoebe.  Her mood soured by the country visit that she wasted little time, “Eat me!” she said.
	Phoebe was not pleased that her best friend was leaving; she stripped off her clothes and there was barely any foreplay involved.  Helga was more pissed than ever—there was not even any kissing or groping involved.  Helga laid out on Phoebe’s bed and the timid girl went to work licking out Helga’s cunt.
	“Eat me hard!” Helga demanded.
	Phoebe applied tongue and went to work sucking and devouring her friend’s poon.  Helga pumped into Phoebe’s face—her mood was permanently soured.  
	“Perhaps you would like spank me?” Phoebe suggested after several long enduring minutes of cunt munching.
	“Yes, yes I would.”
	And she did.

	Phoebe winced a time or two as the swats came to her lovely young butt—but she also reeled in the abuse.  It made her wet and all the more hornier.  She was more than rewarded after her ass was burning hot enough to burn down a house, Helga took to firstly fingering her pussy, spanking it, peeing on it, then eating her out and doing so roughly.
	Phoebe got off and was going to miss their little encounters.

And then the Rains came
	Before sunrise the clouds had come to visit.
	At noon the clouds had assembled to grumble and complain—loudly.
	With the evening encroachment the clouds opened up and showered the land with their essence.  A lot of essence.  So much “essence” that even Noah was impressed.  In the City, the rain washed away a lot of grief and soilage and made the air fresh if only for a few hours.
	Long before his trek into the desert (chptr 12), Rain Frisco was a city dweller.  It wasn’t a preferred existence but a necessary one.  Employment was better in the City, there were social activities of interest, cultural culturalization, and so on.  After awhile, though, it got to be a bit much and the time came to move along.  Out to the ‘burbs was the place to be and in doing so it was discovered a long last friend, a school mate from high school.  
	Rain had long since had desires to reconnect with his high school friends; most were girls of various classes and years, social standings and what have you.  Some he had scored with, some wouldn’t give him the time of day or even a simple handjob!  Equipped with the latest mind altering gizmo, Rain Frisco sought to change that.
	Unfortunately, those girls were no longer fifteen to eighteen years old.
	Oh well…

	Abbey Givesalittle had given him a little; they had known one another since junior high and had become social friends.  Then one night after walking her home from a freshman party they came to be a little more than friends with some kissing and groping.  That was followed up by a fingering and a handjob.  That was followed up by a full out and out fuck in the girl’s backyard after midnight.
	Betty Tittsrsmall was a passionate girl who enjoyed kissing and groping but not much else.  It was discovered that she was also by—a turn-on for Rain but the other girl from another high school was not into threesomes OR particularly liked Rain to begin with.

	Carly Butttoobig farted while they made out in Rain’s bedroom.
	Donna Cumsalott gave excellent head; she had been fifteen at the time and Rain was a Junior.  She was pretty, friendly, and horny.  She also shed her clothes easily enough and rode Rain into sexual oblivion.
	And then, Elaine Twattle.  Elaine was in the same graduating class as Rain.  She was a little quirky, afraid of commitment, afraid of going too far, and played with more than one boy at a time.  Rain liked her, they partied together, went to the beach on Senior Ditch Day and she changed into her swimsuit in the backseat of his car giving him the full viewing pleasure.  Under the boardwalk they made out and made love; on their way back home—a three hour drive, they stopped at a rest stop and went out to the meadow where Rain convinced Elaine to “get naked” and “get funky.”  They made love in the broad daylight among the wildflowers—and a Bear in the Air saw it all (and reported it!)  A park ranger responded and busted the two amorous teens citing them for public nudity.
	Elaine was soured on doing anything with Rain from then on.
	Thru the years after high school they met “now and then” at reunions and after his move to the ‘burbhood and seeing her at the local supermarket, new encounters were solidly on his mind.  (and equipped with an EMAD it was a done deal!)
	But timing is everything.  The big move, along with the company of his eleven year old niece he was guardian of, took time.  A dinner out with Elaine was twice in the four months since moving; just catching up on their families, life, and so on.  No hanky or even panky!  
	But that was ok—all in due time.  Rain had a plan.
	The “plan” began after some time of communication over the computer and sharing and digging into Elaine’s craw, fingering out what she was into, what she tolerated, what her kink was on life.  Turns out, she was pretty kinky—but had some reservations.
	A recent divorcee, she had one teenage son and a young adult daughter who was away at college in another state.  Elaine was kinky and naughty but only to a certain point—mostly she was easy going with the rough sexual talk between Rain and herself; virtually there was taboo.  Nothing.  
	Looking at young teen boys was one thing; sampling young teen boys was something else.  She was fearful of persecution, prosecution—so she kept her hands to herself.  Rain felt Elaine out—the literal sense and not the physical, uncovering and discovering the woman who lived ten minutes away from his new digs.  She was willing to do a lot of things—but privately and mostly in her mind.  Rain sought to change that.

	Through their meetings and computer conversations it was learned that Elaine had the latest technology to thwart Electronic Mind Altering Devices.  It was a little worry for Rain who “sought to change Elaine’s perspective of pervertism.”  On his first visit without his niece in accompaniment he tested the waters.  Result?  Elaine’s latest technology to thwart Electronic Mind Altering Devices lacked a lot in desire.  It was just a test and Rain didn’t do anything but have dinner, visit, have wine, and reminisce.
	Another visit and it was a night out to dinner.  There and some “young teen boys” were also on the menu; Elaine checked them, blushed, and Rain managed to hold off prying into her mind for her inner most thoughts.  She avoided and ditched the question when asked if she would like to have the boys as desert.
	Afterwards and there was no holding back—not for Rain.  Once back at Elaine’s humble home and Rain subtly put the electronic minding device of his to work.  This paved the way making it easier to take Elaine to bed.  Loosening up her mind loosened up her inhibitions.  She wasn’t a stick-in-the-mud woman but jilted by her former husband she had a disparaging look on life.
	Elaine’s teenage son, Ethan, was supposed to be out of the house at a friend’s for the weekend.  He was not.  After having his way with Elaine and showering up, Rain made way to the kitchen to grab a brew and found Ethan James (EJ) sixteen doing likewise.  The boy froze in a panic but Rain smiled saying,
	“Don’t worry about it,” noting the bottle of beer in the boy’s hand, “it’s cool with me.” But not, of course, with his Mother.
	Ethan scurried quickly passed the naked intruder back to his man cave three doors down from his Mother’s room.  Rain had some notions about him, too.  But first!

	Not wanting to trip anything up—as Rain’s familiarity with the illegal to posses minding device was new to him, he took his time in warping Elaine’s mind.  He was sold on the fact, however, that he had already managed to do so with his eleven year old niece, Rhiannon.  On subsequent visits to Elaine’s home she became more and more “loose.”  The hang-up was, of course, Ethan.  Ethan was at home near constantly and even when he was not supposed to he was there underfoot.  
	More time was taken in traipsing into the teen’s mind, too.  In doing so it paved the way for a pending gangbang like never before.  Rain was pleased with that and nothing beat being pleased about a gangbang.

	For the first part introduction, Rain and Rhiannon were at Elaine’s house for dinner.  Afterwards it was general chit-chat, the gossip from Rhiannon about the new school, and so on.  After a time and Rhiannon came to rest/stand between her Uncle’s legs for some cuddling.  Rain held her, patted her legs and then let rest his hand on her crotch area.
	It got Elaine’s eye attention but she made no other adverse reaction.
	Earlier—like minutes earlier when they had come into the living room from the dinning room, Rain had tapped the woman’s mind—just a little to “calm” it and make it accepting of Rain’s shenanigans.  
	Slowly Rain turned Rhiannon around, patting her backside and then her butt.  That was followed by the squeezing of the girl’s butt and the pushing down of her pants she had undone once she had been turned around.  Elaine did nothing but focus attention and watch.
	Once the pants were down, Rain caressed Rhiannon’s butt, patted it, then slipped his hand inside her lavender panties.  Elaine remained motionless, expressionless.  Rain sighed; Ethan was spending the night at a friends playing a video game marathon.
	Slowly the lavender panties came down; Rhiannon positioned herself to lay across Rain’s right leg.  Rain patted the girl’s bare butt, parted a cheek and noting know significant emotions from Elaine leaned back and fished out his cock.  Rhiannon gripped it and shyly looked back over shoulder thru her lovely long brown hair.  
	Elaine was almost a zombie but with a little adjusting of the EMAD he had secretly concealed the woman lightened up and came off onto her knees to join Rhiannon in playing with Rain’s cock.  Rhiannon took first dibs at sucking her Uncle’s pud—then Elaine who had never sucked his cock yet took her turn getting a nice present in return for her first time efforts.
	‘take off your clothes.’ Rain said in suggestion to Elaine, backed up by the amazing electronic prowess of the EMAD.  Rhiannon stripped off her clothes and placed her hands on Rhiannon’s ass as she laid out on top of her Uncle.  Rain spread his legs and positioned his niece on him, caressed her ass and began moving her by the hips up and down his throbbing erection.
	Elaine laid beside them, smoothing her hand over the young girl’s ass.
	Soon and Elaine was helping to guide Rain’s manhood into Rhiannon’s cunt.  It had been there before—many times.  Elaine was “loosed” and Rain was pleased.  After a good hump in Rhiannon’s pussy—Elaine went down and sucked on Rain’s cock again.  

Then she was egged on to lick clean Rhiannon’s pussy.  While she did so—mostly willingly, Rain spanked Elaine’s ass, fingered this hole and that—slapped his cock against her burning cheeks then stuffed her funk hole for an out and out butt fuck.
	By examining Elaine’s mind and the EMAD that had captured her mind and loosed her, Rain determined that she would have not been overly opposed to the encounter.  She would not have, however, sucked his dick with Rhiannon present nor would she have licked the little girl’s pussy out.  But, she would not have been overly opposed to watching him have sex with his own niece.  That was good to know and needful information.
	Then,
	One day while visiting an interesting thing was discovered; it was late at night, Rain found one of Ethan’s friend’s emerging from Ethan’s bedroom—naked!  Oh!  
	Rain maintained being hidden (his relationship with Elaine had stepped up a notch and with the little one (Rhiannon) spending the night at a friend’s, Rain came to roost with Elaine.  The boy went to the bathroom and moments later was joined by an equally naked Ethan!
	Rain was intrigued and made painstaking efforts to find out what was going on.  Firstly was sneaking up to the bathroom door.  The bathroom door was not a very solid door; it was wood but not very thick for a bathroom door.  The house was fairly new but the construction was fairly cheap.  No keyhole to peep thru and no cracks, either.  But, like he had done with Rhiannon—the powers of the EMAD were astounding.  A bathroom door be damned!
	There were no sounds from beyond the door giving Rain the assumption that there was naughty business going on.  And he wanted in!  The EMAD detected the two but he could only wallop one of them at a time.  Rain didn’t have the full understanding of the intricacies and/or idiosyncrasies of the minding gadget, he understood the basic premise and how to make it work but as to the actual functionality he was a little lost.
	Anyways, Target One was “acquired” as indicated by the strength indicators on the minding gizmo.  Target Two took a few minutes more.  Rain waited to make sure the Targets were good and secured.  The door he found was locked so using an airline pilot’s mini mic connected to the amazing minding device and scrolling thru the subcommands to send thru the unit to the captured brain waves of Target One whoever it may be—the door was unlocked from the other side.
	And there stood Ethan and his naked buddy, Randy Gooddong.
	Naked.
	And with boners yet!
	Randy was pleased—very pleased.
	‘continue with what you were doing.’
	Ethan and Randy turned to face one another, hugged and pressed their fine young teenage bodies together squashing their very nice hard throbbing teenage cocks between them.  Then they began to kiss and roam their hands all over another trying in some effort to make themselves One.
	Rain stood with them oblivious to the pair as they seriously made out.
	Then, without further interruption or “suggestion(s)” from Rain, Ethan’s friend, Randy, moved down to his knees taking Ethan’s rock hard cock and sucking.  Rain was more than pleased.  Ethan threw his head back, clenched his face in agony and sexual gratification.
	Randy took all of his friend’s prong, fondled the hairy nuggets, and made sloppy sucking sounds until he pulled out to pound the meat stick against his face.  Then he stood and turned about bracing against the toilet spreading a cheek with one hand, “Fuck my ass, you ‘ho!”
	Ethan flopped his slicked up member against Randy’s ass, gouged the crack, then guided himself into his friend crapper.  When the head was in he placed his hands on the boy’s hips and drove his prick fully into the willing shit chute.  The fucking began and was intense with Ethan seriously striving to “get off.”
	Randy worked his own gherkin as he was slammed made a bunch of facial expression exhibiting both anguish and seemingly pleasure.  A few intense strokes of his pud and then he was spanking himself; he tugged hard on his ball sac and for being a mere sixteen the boy had some muscle.
	Ethan finally unloaded in his friend’s pooter and did so in dramatic fashion.  His eyes rolled, his body twitched and went taut followed by an powerful shudder.  His ass muscles flexed as he plowed Randy’s crapper; powerful thrusts were made as the joys of orgasm was an overwhelming feeling not to be denied.
	After pulling out and leaning his bare ass against the free standing pedestal sink, Randy fingered his own hole then stood and gawked at Ethan’s smoldering prong.  After a spank and a squeeze of his ass he said, “My turn, ‘ho!”
	And with that, Ethan laid himself out on the floor on some towels, brought his legs back presenting his asshole.  Randy went down and licked the asshole, sucked on the barley hairy nuggets, then pressed the bulbous head of his prick to the puckering hole and pressed inward.

	“Let’s take a shower!” giggled Randy after his hole had been well fucked and filled with Ethan’s cum.
	“It might wake my Mom.” Ethan stated in worry.
	‘nah, go ahead, shower up!’
	“Ok, let’s do it!” said a snickering suddenly changing his mind Ethan.
	The boys showered up—and with soaped up dicks sodomized one another once more—all to add to Rain’s increasing pleasure.  Once out and the boys still oblivious to Rain’s presence—sucked his dick.  The boys were still wet from their shower and Rain stuffed them—mouth and asshole; spanked them, peed on their balls, and enjoyed them for over an hour.  Then he sent them back to their room and he himself to Elaine’s room where he promptly stuffed the woman’s asshole with a religious fervor.

	Then,
	‘do you like little girls?’
	There was a pause and then a simple shrug.
	‘what if the little girl, say ten or so, was naked?’
	A longer pause, licking of lips nervously, and a stand-off not declaring one way or another how he really felt.
	‘twelve, then; what if the girl was twelve years old?  Would you be interested in being naked with her?  Having sex?  Fucking her brains out?”
	There was still a pause but Ethan’s face had lightened up and he had that quirky smile Rain had come to like.  The answer was an emphatic YES.  “Little girls” was the hang-up, under twelve.
	‘but you don’t mind looking at them, do you?’
	That was true; girls under twelve were nice in their swimsuits, short shorts, tight pants, short skirts, and Summery tube dresses.  Girls under twelve had cute faces, beautiful smiles, infectious laughter, and often smelled good for some strange reason.
	But sexual activity with those girls “under twelve” was a no-go.  One, it was illegal, and Two his Mom would kill him.
	‘so, if you could get away with it, would you be naughty with a girl under twelve?’
	Ethan gulped, shrugged, and contemplated.
	Rain let it go, the seed of contempt had been planted and that was good enough (for now.)
	It was up to Rhiannon now.

Aw, sonofabitch!
 	“I think these are yours.” said an embarrassed Ethan.
	Rhiannon grinned and blushed some and took the panties, “Oops.” she said smiling and giggling.  Rhiannon and her Uncle had practically moved in with Elaine and Ethan so Rhiannon was doing some laundry on a day her Uncle and Elaine were out doing whatever somewhere else leaving Ethan and Rhiannon alone.
	Ethan made a hasty retreat to his room and wasn’t seen for half an hour.  Rhiannon finished her laundry then settled in the living room playing video games clad in her panties and undershirt.  When Ethan came out discovering the girl in her underwear he paused—then slowly made way to the sofa, Rhiannon sat cross-legged on the floor askew from the coffee table.
	“Wanna play?” Rhiannon asked turned partly nearly catching the boy rubbing himself.  He grabbed up a controller and the two played two-player mode.
	At length, “Aw, sonofabitch!” from Rhiannon when her character got pummeled and thusly wasted (dead-dead-dead).  She stood, farted, then said something like “I need a drink!” and headed for the kitchen.
	Ethan remained on the sofa—taking in the odor the half naked tyke had left behind.  At length he followed suit and made for the kitchen where he found the girl sitting on a bar stool spinning—and her legs opened wide as she did so giving the middle aged teen a crotch shot.
	“Don’t you ever go around in your undies?” Rhiannon asked curiously.
	Ethan shrugged, “Sometimes, when no one else is here.”
	“Oh.” Rhiannon looked serious for a moment, then she was very bright in the face and slurped her soda—and farted.
	“Boxers or briefs?” she asked.
	“Both.”
	“What do you like best?  Dangling, freeballing, commando?”
	Ethan raised an eyebrow at the girl’s brashness.
	 “Do you ever go naked?”
	Ethan shook his head, No.
	“Aw, I love going naked.”
	Ethan began to sweat and look a little flush.
	Rhiannon took on a devilish grin-persona; after a final slurp of her soda she hopped off the stool and shucked her panties and shirt presenting herself boldly, then dashed to the stricken Ethan and poked him saying, “TAG!” and dashed off.  Ethan took half a second, “HEY!  Sonofabitch!” and fled after her.

	The chase was on.
	The house wasn’t that big but they made the most of it; down the one hallway to where it deadended Rhiannon went with Ethan right on her tail—but the girl tucked and ducked at the end table and dove right under/between his legs shooting out the way she had come.
	Ethan was stunned, “Whoa!  Sonofabitch!” and chased after the girl again.  In the living room it was a standoff whereas Rhiannon was on one side of the large sofa sectional and Ethan on the other side behind it.
	The two went one way and the other with Rhiannon giggling and being all naked—Ethan sweating and being all horny.  Suddenly he barged over the huge overstuffed dark green sofa surprising Rhiannon who didn’t get away quick enough (or maybe she let him catch her!)  anyways,
	“GOTCHA!” he exclaimed as he grabbed the giggling naked eleven year old tossing her onto the super thick cushiony cushions.  “TAG!” he said and was about to run when Rhiannon grabbed him and they engaged in a sort of wrestling game.
	Ethan instinctively fingered her.  Upon doing so he immediately froze but the preteen pinned beneath him didn’t seem to mind.  She was all giggles, wiggles, and naked.  They continued wrestling with Ethan at length coming to rest naturally right between the young girl’s legs.  His cock was hard and his desire harder!
	Rhiannon grinded against him, opened her legs wider and said,
	“You can do me if you want.”
	Ethan blinked his eyes—WTF!
	What did she say?  Did she really say it?
	Sitting up he stared seriously at the strange girl; Rhiannon reached for his throbbing hard cock bulging in his black jeans.  She gave it a feel, a squeeze, and a serious grope.
	‘Damn, bitch, if you want it—you can have it!’ Ethan hurriedly fastened his pants peeling the flaps back revealing today he was in briefs.  Rhiannon giggled and Ethan clumsily got the pants off and stood stark naked with the naked Rhiannon eyeing his meat stick.
	Gripping the meat stick she pulled the stunned boy to her whereupon while still laying down she fingered herself with one hand and masturbated Ethan with the other.  Ethan liked—he liked a lot!  The girl had a good grip and Ethan was—owned!
	“Sonofabitch!” he moaned.
	Then,
	Rhiannon leaned up and kissed Ethan’s cock.
	Sonofabitch!

Meanwhile across town—
	Sherry Assisore; a mutual friend of Rain and Elaine, was entertaining.  Very entertaining.  From as early as elementary school, Rain and Sherry had been friends.  At 4rth grade, Rain remembered being with Sherry way-way out towards the end of the school grounds during lunch period and there the quirky girl he had known since the previous year, pulled her panties open at the crotch and peed for him.
	Rain did likewise—hauling his cock out, laying down, and peeing graciously.  It was a beginning.  The quirky girl soon was giving him handjobs, kissing his cock, sucking on his balls, and more peeing on school grounds.  Soon and they were doing the same in their backyards after everyone supposedly went to bed.  Supposedly ‘cause this one time Sherry’s visiting uncle caught them “in the act”.  He didn’t rat them out—he did something else.
	When Sherry’s parents went to work the following day, Sherry and Rain arrived for their “punishment” meeting with Uncle Fred.  They went out to the garage.  The big door was closed, the backdoor closed, too.  The two windows along the lee side of the building were covered by junk and curtains.  Fred parked it on an old wooden wing highback chair and had the two miscreants take their pants down.
	Rain’s fears were enlightening as he knew what he didn’t like most was coming to be.  Sherry went first.  Positioned across her Uncle’s lap, her Dad’s middle brother, Sherry was spanked HARD three times.  She wriggled and wiggled, made a face, and was in mild discomfort.  She didn’t cry, though and it wasn’t clear if that was what Uncle Fred wanted or what.
	Then it was Rain’s turn.  There was some hesitation and putt offedness but he positioned himself across the man’s lap and took the punishment.  The swatting really wasn’t that bad, he had been swatted before—usually with pants down, too.  
	After being swatted about five times he stood, rubbed his butt and waited to see “what else” was in store—he sensed that the Uncle had more for them.  And he was did.
	Sherry came to the man’s lap, Fred tugged her panties down and laid her across his lap once more.  Before smacking her, though, he rubbed and patted her tender not-so-lily white ass.  Rain stood watching from an angle but got the head-nod from Fred to move to where he was more directly right behind the girl’s ass.
	Instant wood. 

	Oh he had seen that ass naked before, but never in the condition that it was currently.  Instant wood.  As Uncle Fred swatted the girl’s bare behind—Rain’s cock throbbed seriously hard and then harder.  Soon and he was up against the girl’s ass spanking it with his own dick!
	While he did so, Uncle Fred spanked him!
	It was a little weird—no, correction—a LOT weird.
	Sherry took her turn at spanking Rain’s bare ass—she also got spanked while she did so with her pussy up against Rain’s body.  That was followed by on her knees kissing Rain’s burning bum—and getting down between the cheeks to give him his first rim job.
	Then—for even more weirdness, Rain sat on Uncle Fred’s lap while Sherry sucked his dick and balls.  Rain was cool with that—it was just weird to be sitting on a naked man’s lap.
	Oh, it did I mention the Uncle had his manly manhood driven up Rain’s virgin asshole?

	Fond memories.  It had been quite an experience—a beginning for Rain.  Back to the current:  Sherry’s humble apartment.  It was a duplex actually and the hubby was out on the road as an interstate truck driver—he wasn’t due home for a couple of days.  Perfect.
	Sherry had remained somewhat “naughty” and/or perverted throughout her life; hubby wasn’t so much in either category but did like porn so he wasn’t all bad.  
	After some drinks and socializing, Sherry popped in a porno video for them to watch and the discussion of “candles” came into play.  Elaine thought the use of candles was for the wax to be dropped onto them intensifying the sexual pleasure.  Well, not quite.
	Sherry had some candles and showed Elaine how they were used.
	Elaine was stunned and Rain was elated.
	There were kids home, Sherry’s kids 1-2-3-4; Krissy-9, Zena-7, Mindy-6, and Donny the youngest and only boy at four years.  Rain enjoyed his time with the women; inserting candles into their orifices where a dick normally would reign.  There was some spanking, wine drinking, dicking here and dicking there, more wine, and then ye olde Electronic Mind Altering Device.
	Just enough to ease Elaine and Sherry to where their status was oblivion.  Rain put them into a 69er and then traipsed off down the hall to the back of the house to “visit” the kiddies…

	The girls shared a room utilizing a bunk bed and a single.  The bunk bed was not the typical set up; the bottom was angled forming a “L” design.  There was a large toy chest, a dresser, and a desk with books, a fish tank, and strewn articles of clothing including underwear.
	Krissy was on her back, arms out along her sides—sound-sound to sleep.  Zena and Mindy were in the bunk bed with Zena on top.  Zena lay facing the wall while Mindy was on her stomach—ass up!  Rain paused a moment taking the scene in before making adjustments to his minding device.  With the Subjects “asleep” numbing their minds was fairly easy.
	Very stealthily he sat on the edge of Krissy’s bed and slowly pulled the covers down; a sheet only.  A long fancy tee-shirt did the girl wear for nightwear.  There was a nite-light providing adequate lighting in the otherwise darkened bedroom.  With the sheet down the naughty man with naughty intentions rested his eyes on the girl before raising her nightshirt.
	Lighting conditions weren’t that supreme so the exact color of her panties was unknown.  Not that it mattered.  Slowly the girl’s panties were tugged down—slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y to her ankles.  Then her ankles were gripped and hoisted upwards.  She slept on and Rain continued on.
	The hairless poon was a delight to enjoy—and Rain enjoyed it!  Firstly, he smoothed his hands up and down the young girl’s legs before removing her panties.  Opening her legs wide he eyed her young snatch then positioned himself down on her—munch-munch!
	There was the taste of pee, but that was a natural and besides, Rain didn’t mind.  His tongue went all over the bald poon, driving into the tight virgin crevice with fingers aiding and abetting.  Soon and his cock demanded attention and onto the girl he crawled—being already naked it seemed the thing to do.
	Slowly he grinded his manhood against the girl, pressing his prick nicely into her slit squirting a bit of cum as he did so.  It was a good grind and he very nearly stuffed the young girl; he managed to hold off and just drag the head of his meat stick up and down her gouge.  Then, he turned her over and just to see how affected her mind was—he spanked her.
	One light swat, two medium smacks, one hard spank and—
	Nothing.
	Nothing from Krissy and nothing from her siblings.
	Rain was more than pleased and continued.
	After wetting his finger he began insertion into the child’s asshole.
	That got a little reaction from the girl but Rain didn’t quit—he jammed the finger as far as it would go then wiggled it around a bit before withdrawing.  His dick went plunging in nextly.

	Didn’t fit too well, though—he could have made it fit but that would have left possible detrimental harm to the girl’s hole so he let it be and rode the girl’s chest instead; straddling her knobby but otherwise flat chest he pressed his foul cock to the girl’s mouth.
	Insertion there was more possible and even pleasing.
	A little bit o’ jiz was squirted into the girl’s mouth.  Rain wondered what she would think when she finally “tasted” it?  He smiled, farted (right ton her chest!) then moved to “visit” the other sleepy heads.

Meanwhile—
	“Did you do it with your sister?”
	No EMAD in use but the boy answered sheepishly, “Yeah.”  His cock was searing with unimaginable tingling sensations—brought on by the outlandish sex antics he and Rhainnon had been enjoying.  Despite her young age, eleven year old Rhainnon Yellalott was a good fuck and knew how to please a guy’s cock.  And how!
	“Did she suck you?”
	It was hard not to answer and answer falsely with a girl like Rhainnon manipulating his cock with some expertise.  She was good!  
	Ethan nodded Yes; his sister who was three years older sucked him.
	“Do her in the butt?”
	“How old were you when you first went into her?”
	“Did you do any of her friends?”
	“Did you spank her?”
	“Ever get caught being naughty with her?”
	“When was the last time you two did it?”
	She was a quirky girl—and nosey!
	Ethan didn’t care, it was the best pussy (and mouth—and asshole) he had ever had!  And she was so willing!  AND so good at it!  Sinking his pud into her pussy drove him into realms of joy he had never thought possible.  She was a quirky girl who was willing.  It didn’t matter that she was seriously underage.  She handled his cock—on her own!  She willing kissed and sucked his cock AND balls!  She willing spread her legs and cheeks and let him have it (her.)  
	Playfully they romped about the house chasing one another.  The quirky girl even liked to be spanked!  Ethan liked giving the spank.  Sinking his pud into her pussy was the bomb!  She was a sung fit and every inch he sank in gave him immeasurable feelings that sent him into high orbit.  Squirting his love cream in her only increased the orbit.

	Rain and Elaine returned home sometime after midnight to find Rhannion and Ethan sound to sleep with Rhannion on top—both naked on the living room sofa.
	‘you want his cock.’
	‘you want his cock in your mouth.’
	‘you want his cock in your pussy.’
	‘you want his cock in your ass.’
	‘you want his cock.’
	And repeat until Elaine’s pussy was dripping wet.  The seed of passion was unfurled; Rain took the woman to bed and boned her deeply and fervently sending her into explosive orgasms times three.  She shuddered, trembled, succumbed to pissing herself, and utterly becoming a sex slave.
	She was also prone to more ardent mind warping.
	Rain was pleased.

	More pleasure came with the shagging of Ethan.  A good hard shagging, a spanking, skull fucking, everything.  It wasn’t that Rain was a gay homosexual—it was just sex.  A hole was a hole was a hole to plunge and subsequently own.  
	The mind warping and tweaking was fulfilled with Elaine and son Ethan engaging in sex and sex acts.  And with Rain jerking off onto Rhainnon’s pussy AND Elaine licking it all clean—that part was sealed, too.  Butt plunging into both Rhainnon and Elaine and Elaine then thereafter licking the gooied bung holes clean continued to seat that the woman’s mind was frapped.
	Rain for one enjoyed whole heartedly watching Ethan put it to his Mother.  Watching her licking cum off of Rhainnon’s pussy and asshole had been pretty neat; watching her suck her son’s cock, suck Rain’s cum off Ethan’s balls AND lick HIS asshole clean—also was neat as hell.  But watching Ethan stuff his Mother’s cunt filled Rain with such a glee he could hardly contain himself.
	And as a finale, Rain had Ethan perch himself on his Mother’s face, balls in her mouth while he himself invade the boy’s asshole for a hearty-hearty ass fuck.  The boy licked out his Mom’s twat in the meantime.
	Rain was pleased.

	And as an amendment:  some time after thoroughly revamping the crux of the family unit, Lori, who had been away at college came home for a visit (and money.)  Rain wasted no time in reeking havoc with her mind; she was tall, long-long reddish brown hair, long jaw line, long neck.  A 4.0 student, she was very smart, enthused scholastically speaking, and very charming over all.  Rain liked her and from the onset she seemed to like Rain, too.
	After a few hours of the college girl being of her own free will, Rain zapped her and quickly set her mind straight.  She undressed and Rain was overjoyed to see a tat of a butterfly on her right breast, a rearing snorting pony on the left.  A larger multicolored butterfly tat was on the lower part of her backside.  She was thin, average size (except long limbs and height); involved in many school activities, not bashful about public speaking, and had a lovely body to go with her lovely personality.
	And once naked she was even better!
	Rain enjoyed looking her over firstly before prompting her to service him.  It wasn’t her first “service” job, in facts, she was an avid cocksucker and her brother was not the first cock she had sucked!  When she was ten—TEN! she had sucked a neighbor boy who was a friend of her then eight years young!  Eight years young!  She also had that same boy fuck her!  And while still at the tender age of ten during the summer camp she had relations al la sexual with a boy of twelve.
	When her brother turned twelve she had sex with him, too.
	Almost constantly, daily, she was sucking off her preteen brother.
	There was anal play, spankings—her to him—him to her, oral sex both ways, and out and out fucking.  Somehow she managed not to get herself pregnant although no protection was ever used.  
	Rain rocked on the balls of his feet as the girl “serviced” his cock.  She was good.  She had no particular method—no particular unique technique, she didn’t even tease the cock—she just put her lips to the bulbous tip and slowly accepted it and went down the shaft rolling her tongue expertly about the sensitive crown and then the shaft.
	For their “first time”, Rain had the girl to himself.  Subsequent encounters and the girl’s brother would be involved in some manner followed by her Mother and Rhannion.  It was all pleasing to Rain; his best position was with Lori on her hands and knees sucking off her brother Rain himself positioned himself behind the girl stuffing her asshole; meanwhile, her Mother was beneath them sucking on her daughter’s cum strewn pussy AND Rain’s balls.

Sux to be you
	One day, Rain and Lori were at the local supermarket when Rain noted Lori noting a young boy.  Rain noted the boy, too—he was about ten-ish, sandy brown hair, some freckles, a sweet boyish face, odd shaped dark green ball cap, armless short ill-fitting biker’s jacket (no colors.)
	The thing that was noticeable about the young boy was the other boys with him; three older boys who were the young boy’s brothers.  They similarly dressed, smoking, cussing rudely, and shoving the young sibling about in a so-so jokingly manner.  The young boy seemed to take it well but when his ball cap was brushed off and he was shoved into the backseat of a very old late model four door car in serious need of paint, it was apparent that the boy didn’t like it much.
	The boys all went into the store coming out with bags of snacks, beer, liters of soda.  The young boy was still shoved about with at one point the boy rebuking the roughness.  This only incited his siblings who pummeled the boy pushing him into the backseat again pummeling him even more.
	‘you’d like to see him—naked?’
	Lori licked her lips and hot pussy thoughts.  Not just naked, but on her face, on her chest, and riding her pussy!  She liked young boys—all on her own!  Imagine!
	‘go to the back of the store.’
	Ten year old Ronnie Kocksore slowly made his way to the back of the grocery store and waited.  His brothers, Doug, Paul “Pug”, and Tod “Snake” Kocksore were next on Rain’s Target List.  They were assholes, bullies, jerks, and generally all-around not nice guys.  
	There were many things Rain could have put the bully brothers to doing; leave their younger brother alone; bully one another; bully themselves; or out and out have sex with each other.
	Guess which one Rain chose?
	Sixteen year old Doug “Claws” lay on his back in the backseat of the questionable mode of transportation, pants and undies at his ankles, both passenger doors open.  The car was positioned at an angle in the semi rundown lot and no other cars were too close.
	Brother Paul “Pug” lay on the younger sibling, naked; his hairy balls in his brother’s mouth while he himself sucked on Doug’s tubesteak.  Meanwhile, oldest brother, Todd “Snake” stripped off his clothes and “put it to” Paul, slapping his brother’s ass and ramming his rod DEEP into the previously well fucked asshole.

	It was all captured on store surveillance as well as customers and store personnel.  Local authorities came and the naughty boys were “released” as soon as unseen youngest Kocksore brother was away.  The Kocksore brothers were stunned and dismayed; not only busted for their blatant indecency and incestuous acts; there, too, was the marijuana, cocaine, and an unmarked handgun.  
	The question came up as to the whereabouts of the young unaccounted for Ronnie “Roach” Kocksore.  None of the naughty brothers had any idea.  They were dazed and confused and swore that they were not normally sexually active to one another.  “It must be one of those mind things (EMAD).” Declared Todd.  That was acceptable and furthermore presumed that the younger sib had been taken and to add to the confusion of his disappearance the brothers were set up to have blatant sex like they had been caught doing—along with set up with the drugs and weapon (although the handgun had Todd’s fingerprints on it.)
	Anyways,
	‘take pants down.’
	Slowly and did Ronnie undo his pants and push them down to his feet.
	Lori was oblivious to Rain’s use of an EMAD.  She looked on with a salvatious grin.  In the backseat of Rain’s ride the boy was stretched out with his tidy whiteys tugged down, too.  Rain toyed with his little puddling while directing Lori to undress herself of which she did (almost willingly.)
	Meanwhile, Rain peeked into the boy’s mind—
	‘do you have sex with your brothers?’
	The answer wasn’t immediate and met with uncertainty.
	‘do your brothers have sex with you?’
	That was answered more distinctly:  yes.
	Along with roughing up their younger sib, Doug, Paul, and Todd took delightful turns at sodomizing Ronnie.  Coercion was involved in having the young boy suck off the three older brothers.  There was bare spankings, peed on, forced to piss his pants, lick bung holes, be humiliated and mistreated repeatedly and as often as possible.
	Once Lori was naked she perched herself onto the young boy’s face and “wriggled.”  Rain pushed his legs back; Lori held the legs and Rain entered him.  It still was a snug fit but far from tight.  The windows steamed up, Lori’s nicely developed breasts jiggled, and Rain Frisco’s cock was fully enthused in the ten year old boy’s ass.

*

Helga goes to the country
	Well, there weren’t anyone standing around with a piece of straw in their mouths, no one wearing those stupid straw hats, but there were plenty who were clad in those atypical bib overalls.  Just as bad.  In no way no how was Helga Heely going to be caught even dead in bib overalls.
	“Oh, look, Helga,” said her Mother from the front seat, “girl scouts!”
	On a corner were a small group of girls about Helga’s age, hocking cookies, buttons, handmade carvings of something or another—all clad in girl scout uniforms.  Helga grabbed her stomach, shook her head and firmly declared that No Way In Hell was she going to participate in such a benign group of pussies!
	Helga just couldn’t see herself living in the countrified town; no big chain grocery store—no big chain anything; a drug store—a real one with RX on its signage.  There, too, a general store, a malt shoppe where most everyone hung out with one type of hot car or another—including somebody’s tractor!  Helga’s Dad had the radio tuned to the local station—a talk show of some sort where two guys yapped about what was going on in their town.  Helga shook her head—she couldn’t believe this was happening and that they were going to be living in such a town.
	Well, Big Bob made the stop at the second stop sign on the main street, then powered the big family car on out of town,
	“Uh, where we going, Dad?” Helga asked making note of the small farm houses, huge lots of landscape filled with waist high grasses, silos, huge stacks of haybales, some horses, cows, and unfriendly smells.
	“To our new home.” Bob said.  Only this—and nothing more!
	At a crossroad Helga saw a sign—other than the name of the lame country road, BUS STOP.
	“Busses run clear out here?” she noted deciphering that the family car had gone at least two miles from the hick town behind them.
	“Oh, no, Helga, that’s the school bus stop.” Helga’s Mother, Miriam said shuffling some papers she had with her.
	“School—bus stop?  Out here!?” Helga rolled her eyes, clenched her fist and gritted her teeth.  This was getting better and better…

	Finally Big Bob rolled the family car onto a gravely lot with few trees, few shrubs, and a large odd shaped home.  It was a mobilehome, a manufactured home triplex—triple wide with extensions.  Two outbuildings, an above ground water cistern, and not a lot else.  The closest “neighbor” was a thousand yards in either direction left and or right.  Across the two-lane country road was more of the big fields of grass.  Behind the lot was another large expanse of grassy fields and then some rolling hills and something of a mountain.
	Helga wasn’t impressed.
	“What the hell is that smell?” she demanded as she made way out of the car.
	“Weeds, Helga.”  Stink weeds, various kinds, very fragrant.
	“Lovely,” Helga said, then under her breath, “simply fucking lovely.”
	“I’m sure you can find some little friends to play with, Helga.” Miriam spouted.  Helga lugged her luggage to her new digs with some disdain—‘I HAD little friends on Devon St.!’
	It was going to be a long while before Helga would be cool with the new surroundings.  She missed Phoebe and Logan and doubted that out in the “sticks” there would be little to spy on like she had enjoyed in the City.  Oh, really?  Think again, missy!

*

Extra Curricular Activities 101A
	Opalage Cottage Elementary, Chester County—N/E of Boone
	Opalage Cottage Elementary had an odd paint scheme, it was green.  And in some place the green was a shade different than in other places.  A huge oak tree occupied a lot of space in the front of the school; a white farm fence encircled the school grounds; there was a small water tower; a barn; a play yard behind the school and once had been a church—so there was a tower with bell.  The bell could be heard for miles and miles around signaling worshipers to come hither and be less heathen.  When the church moved out and the school moved in the bell signaled the children in the surrounding farming community to come get some book learning.
	The grades were small and the classes for those grades smaller; no preschool, kindergarten, and not enough kids for early grade school.  There were, however, enough for 4rth thru 6th grades with about a handful each.

	Ms. Krapsalott had a “handful”, an even mix of girls and boys of eight each.  Just before the noon/lunch bell and a new instruction for the class came to be—a little extra curricular activity never hurts (although it can be messy!) 
	In attendance:  Amy Smalkunt, Beth Poon, Candy Cooter, Danielle Kocksock, Emily Tang, Franny Frock, Gabriella Nipple, and Heather Hugsalott for the girls.
	For the boys, Adam Scrotum, Brad Dickum, Carl Noballs, Delbert Ween, Elvin Gonads, Frank Fuzzyballs, Greg Spoadi, and Henry Holdsum.  Adam was the oldest boy at eleven, Delbert the youngest at nine, the other boys were somewhere in their tenth year of life.  Heather was the oldest of the girls at eleven, Candy, Franny, and Gabriella, were nine years young but in close reach of being ten.
	Ms. Krapsalott was six months from being thirty.
	The lesson on the board was a reading lesson, everyone was to write their own view of the book they had all just read; then add an separate ending.  The scent of fresh mown hay, various fragrant weeds, and fruits from the nearby fruit stand was about the last thing Corrine Krapsalott remembered.  She reported hearing what sounded like a bee buzzing; then a blinding bright light filled her mind.  How much time there was between the “light” and what happened next she didn’t know—but, when she became once more aware of herself she was nude.
	Sitting on her desk, facing her student, Corrine Krapslott seemed stunned, unable to move let alone think.  She couldn’t remember undressing, there was no recollection of anyone being in the classroom other than herself and her students.
	Corrine Krapsalott, 29 and holding, would fit right along many young college girls of the late 1960s; she was tall, long brown hair, long limbs, and had the personification of a hippie.  Sitting precariously on her desk, vulnerable, legs open exposing her nudity, Corrine saw that her students, too, were naked.  Most had their pants and underwear at their ankles still sitting at their desks.  Others were totally nude—like Amy Smalkunt who got up from her desk and walked slowly up to the smaller side desk that usually held books and class projects.
	Amy was pretty in a Plain Jane sort of way, nothing too striking; she was an average student with average looks, and not even peach fuzz on her smooth virgin territory.  Light brown hair that hung loosely to the middle of her back; she walked slowly to the front of her row, then turned and made way to the side desk where she paused half a moment before turning to face the class.

	Corrine knew it had to take time for the kids to get undressed—she had missed it (or at least didn’t remember it.)  Most the boys seemed embarrassed, most tried to avoid looking at Amy—they tried but there was a force—yes—YES!  A force, an unnatural force was in the classroom!
	The fire alarm was just outside the door; in her purse was EMAD deterrents; a special device that sent a signal to the office just down the short hall and to the local sheriff’s office.  There, too, were various sprays, whistles, screamers, and all manners of self protection as well as some offensive weapons.
	But she saw no one—no one prompting the Force.
	Little Amy seemed ok, a little frightened, scared only a little bit.  It was that “uncertainty” that was the bugger of it.  Thankfully, though, the girl, and her classmates boys and girls alike, were calm thru the ordeal—thru the most part.  There were times were their deep seeded emotions overwhelmed the unnatural force besetting them but that was given.
	Then, Amy perched herself onto the gray metal desk and “spread her legs”.  That was followed by the girl leaned back some and dragging a single finger up and down her virgin vagina.  Amy looked a little petrified; her brown eyes were wide with fear and distraught; she shook some and trembled more but wasn’t emotional more than that.
	Several of the boys moaned, groaned, and twisted in their seats struggling to cover and conceal their sudden boners.  The boys all were gulping for breath and torn between staring at Amy and staring at their teacher.  It was “holy shit” all around.
	Then, Adam Scrotum stood up from his desk.  His shirt he had already discarded and he merely had to step out of his shoes and then pants and underwear.  His eleven year old cock was nicely stiff and stood out some inches before him.  Candy Cooter, Danielle Kocksock, and the lone Chinese girl, Emily Tang, all were in close proximity of Adam and eyed his nakedness with some shock but not disdain.  It was awe and thouogh Emily’s eyes were fairly small sized—they opened wide at the blatant nakedness of their classmate.  The boy casually strolled up the aisle to the front of the class where on the front left row sat Beth Poon and Heather Hugsalott sat on the right.  Then he moved to stand before the excessive eye blinking Amy.
	Amy began to breathe hard—in her mind she heard what sounded like someone talking far away or like in one of those empty galvanized water cisterns:  ‘ever see a naked girl before?’
	If there was an answer—Amy didn’t hear it.
	(but the answer was No)

	‘have YOU seen a BOY naked?’
	The question was bold and direct—and directly asked of Amy.  She blinked her eyes some more, licked her lips somewhat thoughtfully and was confused.  She didn’t want to answer but another part of her just went ahead and answered, “Yes.”
	Tommy Turdburner—last year at summer camp.  She was nine and Tommy was twelve pissing in the woods and skinny dipping at a remote pond with some other boys.  She saw them all—it was firmly etched in her young impressionable mind.
	No more questions—there was no time.  Amy braced as suddenly naked Adam was leaning down—placing his face right down onto her where she peed from!  Amy was stunned, frightened, and aghast.
	‘calm—calm yourself.’ A Voice said to her.
	Amy licked her lips, she could not only feel her young heart beating but hear it, too.  A woodpecker pecked in the woods, that huge train that frightened her roared thru the night; she heard the starlings; she could smell the wildflowers, stinkweed, and cow shit.  The windmill creaked and she could even hear the drip-drip-drip from the windmill’s metal couplings.
	Adam had never personally licked a girl’s pussy before—but he had seen older boys doing it.
	‘do you masturbate?’
	Yes.
	He also humped his bed, pillow, and had “desires” to hump his best friend’s ass.  He knew it was deeply wrong and a girl’s ass was what he was supposed to like but he couldn’t help it.  Down onto Amy’s cunt he went, it was smooth, hairless, raw, and virginal.  All over the girl’s cunt he moved his tongue in quickening fashion.  Amy giggled, peed some, and bashed her legs against Adam’s head.  Somehow, though, it incited him, er—excited him and he “got after it” with the flicking of his tongue madly causing young Amy to squeal and bash her legs against his head all the more.
	‘now put your dick there.’ The Voice in Adam’s head said.
	There was hesitation; just slightly, then the boy applied his dick where his tongue had been.  Just up and down—as per instructed to do so by the Voice.  Adam did well—just gliding his nearly twelve year old cock up and down Amy’s smooth delightful pussy.  All eyes of the other classmates were on the boy; Carl and Delbert were strong handing their boyish peckers, the other boys were gulping for air and totally focused on their friend and Amy.
	‘put it in her.’
	More hesitation but the boy began making penetration.
	Amy gripped the metal edge of the desk and braced for impact.

	The blood coating Adam’s cock panicked the boy—he wasn’t aware of “busting” a girl’s “cherry.”  He thought the blood was his and he had somehow shredded his cock skin.  He managed to cum and experience something of an orgasm like he had never experienced before.  It felt awesome!
	“Awesome!” he said aloud and on his own after he came off in Amy’s tight virgin slit.  There was some being grossed out by the blood but his undies were used to wipe off his cock and a swipe to Amy’s poon then the boy went to step in front of his teacher.
	Meanwhile, ten year old Henry Holdsum stepped up to Amy; Amy had been directed to lay back on her back and pull her legs back moreover exposing her equally virginal dirt chute.
	All the girls of the class had watched the naked Henry stroll up to Amy; his cock was semi hard, he was pretty tan all over, kinky brown hair that was rich, full, and thick.  He was also the only boy of the class to have an earring.  Once up before Amy he was instructed,
	‘tongue her hole.’
	The boy hesitated a moment, licked his lips thoughtfully, then leaned down and put his tongue to the girl’s chute and licked like he knew how (and he did!)  Amazingly, it was not Henry’s first time cornholing.  The first time he put his tongue to a bunghole was to cousin Ricky’s bunghole.  The boys had been the same age, thereabouts, and were curious about a lot of things.  Cocksuking was not one of them—not even self stimulation.  Butthole licking was.  How odd!  
	The second time for Henry was with a friend who shared the same peculiar curiosity.  Thereafter they tried to sodomize one another but their bungholes were too tight and cocks not tight enough.  Plus they always got interrupted and nearly caught.
	As his tongue flicked all about Amy’s pooter his young tweeny cock got hard-harder-hardest.  And the boy seemed to really have a knack about anal licking.  Most of the boy’s fellow classmates were awe and appalled.
	As Henry licked his fill—
	‘take his cock, play with it.’
	Ms. Corrine Krapsalott tried her best to refuse but there was an overwhelming power—a force not to be denied propelling her to take Adam’s stout schlong and “work it.”  The boy’s eyes darted all over the fine naked body of his teacher prompting him to squirt a little boy cum.  
	‘like with the other (Amy), lick her out.’
	The boy paused, struggled with thought, tried to resist, fought with embarrassment, but ultimately succumbed to cunnilingus.

	Connie Krapsalott had at one time been in a bathroom with seven year old triplets—trapped in the bathroom of the boys’ house with their parents not due back for hours.  Hours!  Connie herself was sixteen and in charge of the not-too-untamed boys—but after a day of having soda, water, a drink of this and a drink of that—the need to relieve became pressing (both for the boys as well as for Connie.)
	For the boys it wasn’t so bad, when they needed to “go” they went, all at the same time.  For Connie—not so easy.  She was sixteen; she had seen the boys naked, wee little lads of various ages but no boys in her age group and no boy of any age had seen her in the buff.
	The boys stood at the porcelain god peeing away—giggling, farting, grunting, and having a time.  Meanwhile, Corrine’s bladder pressure began to increase—the bathroom door lock mechanism had failed in some way and she was locked in with the boys’ parents not due back home “for hours!”  Her purse containing her cell phone was in the living room—of course!  The house was situated whereas the bathroom window opened to the backyard and no neighbors home on the right and the neighbors on the left were old and deaf as boards.
	Sitting on the edge of the bathtub she contemplated—
	The boys finished their pee, did the customary “shake”, then flushed and proceeded to wash their hands.  Meanwhile, the pressure increased exponentially in Corrine’s bladder.  Agony began to rear its head and she felt a little “wetness” betwixt her legs.
	‘Oh, God!’ she thought she was going to wet her pants right in the presence of the boys.  And that would be bad—embarrassing beyond belief.
	“Do you gotta go, too?” asked inquisitive Thomas.  Assistant brothers, Terry and Taylor came to his side noting equally Corrine’s discomfort.
	“Yes,” she said, “I have to go, too.”
	“So go.” shrugged Terry.
	Corrine gave the boys “a look.”
	The boys shrugged and stood shoulder to shoulder as they usually did.
	With a quirky smile, “Do you WANT to see me “go”?”
	The boys broke out in a wide beaming grin times three.
	The boys had never seen a girl naked—they had seen wee little lassies in their underwear; they had seen girls of various ages in their swimsuits.  But a girl like Corrine they had not seen in undies, swimsuit, or nothing at all.  Until that fateful day.
	Typical white panties with flowers all over them, bikini style.  The boys were totally captivated and then stunned into utter submission as the panties were tugged down and there she was—naked.

	Well, just below the waist anyways.
	After the boys got their look in, Corrine parked herself on the toilet and embarrassingly ripped a butt blast.  The boys were all over themselves giggling.  Corrine pushed her clothes to her ankles, parted her legs, and prayed not to rip anymore butt blasts.  Then she began to relieve herself and the hard steady stream got the boys to straighten up and stare into the bowl between their babysitter’s legs.
	Not a word one from the boys but they each sprouted boners.
	Soon and Corrine was fully nude—as were her charges one-two-three.
	Lovely boys—‘specially naked!  Each boy got a turn riding her, grinding his little pecker against her hot teen cunt.  Each boy got to finger her pussy, lick it, and then fuck it.  Each boy sat on her chest and humped her titties.  Each boy got his little winky waxed by Corrine’s excellent cocksucking mouth.
	Fond memories—very fond.
	After Adam Scrotum fingered Corrine’s pussy, licked it, grinded his cock against it—Corrine repositioned herself (as per direction from the mysterious “Voice”) on the desk and took young Adam’s cock into her sex.  The entire class watched—the boys were beside themselves and mostly on their own masturbated in their seats.

	Adam stood off to one side; he was a handsome boy and all the girls stared at him—gawking and taking his nakedness in.  Most of the girls clenched themselves, some found themselves finger themselves.  Ms. Krapsalott fidgeted on her desk with her pussy smoldering from the voracious fucking young Adam had given her.  Then Henry Holdsum came to her and the process of the naughty kind done with Adam was repeated.
	Meanwhile, Brad Dickum took his turn with Amy—licking her pussy out, her asshole, driving his tongue into her mouth for a full minute Frenching; then, ‘put it in her asshole.’
	Brad was not even a masturbator, he had no impure thoughts towards boys or girls.  He did cuss, smoke cigarettes to be “cool”, was trying to let his hair grow a particular way—over his eyes at an angle, and talk his Mom into letting him have an earring.  Seeing a girl naked was way more than he ever expected and/or imagined.  He was way confused and a lot concerned.  The “voice” prompted him all the way; he licked out Amy’s pussy, fondled her little boobies, licked her asshole then stuffed his seriously hard cock into her pussy.

	Amy finally got to return to her seat.  She was mindless by this point and stared straight ahead blankly to the chalkboard.  Brad not only got his cock fondled by Ms. Krapsalott but she sucked it, too.  Then, it was back on the desk, spread out and positioned so as the class could see exactly the Brad’s prong sliding in and out of the teacher’s cunt.
	Beth Poon made her way up to her desk; she was the one girl who wore a skirt rather than jeans.  A short denim skirt.  In her seat when the instructions came to the class to ‘take clothes to ankles’, all Beth had to do was move her underwear to his ankles covered in short pink socks.
	For being a mere ten, four months from being a mere eleven, the girl had some nice boobies coming in.  She wore a “trainer”; along with a retainer for her braces.  No earrings, no finger rings.  She was pretty, though; long blond hair, green ribbons in her hair, a delightful face, good posture, and simply lovely to look at (‘specially naked!)
	Once at the soiled desk Amy had previously occupied, the girl stood facing the chalkboard wall allowing the boys to gawk at her bare backside.  Her emotions were checked but wavered just the same.  When told to ‘put your hand on your ass (and rub them about)’ she sort of lost control of those checked emotions and whimpered.
	But Beth Poon did rub her bare butt, then bend over and rub her bare butt followed by spreading her cheeks as her face lay on the metal desk top that was still warm from Amy’s ass.  Carl Noballs stood up from his desk then shuffled his way up to the front—his shoes and undies still at his ankles.  This made him clumsily and very awkward—and in the attempt to free himself further of his clothing he inadvertently gave a BA to his classmates.
	The boys looked away—the girls blushed and giggled.
	Once freed of his clothing the boy made his way to the awaiting Beth.  And after a brief pause to take in the closeness of the girl’s nakedness—he went to his knees and began an earnest bout of licking out her asshole.  After a minute the boy stood and put his tool against the hole he had been licking and after a minute of haphazard attempts finally made anal entry and promptly sodomized the girl to his heart’s content.
	Then the boy went to his teacher where on her knees she sucked his dick while Adam and Henry took turns sodomizing her!  What fun!  The class looked on with emotions beginning to wander all over the spectrum.  The participants had their emotions still checked and were simply going on with the flow without much fanfare or care.

	Emily Tang, the lone Chinese girl, stood up removing her simple white tee-shirt with a huge pink bunny emblazoned on the front and ditched her trainer, too.  She was ten years young, five months from being eleven.  Silky black hair just to her shoulders, strangely tan pretty much all over; her face was one of seriousness; and she had obediently slipped her short britches and panties red to her ankles.  Once at the desk she only casually looked to Beth who had turned about after she had had her asshole licked and then subsequently fucked.  Emily stood firm, stared at the green chalkboard and awaited the next in-her-mind command.
	Delbert Ween almost toppled over as he clumsily got out of his shoes and underwear.  His young nine year old cock was hard—he was three months away from turning ten years young.  Short sandy brown hair, blue eyes, a little hefty but not overweight (but he did need a “trainer!”)  Up to the desk he went—facing Beth.  
	Elvin Gonads came to the desk nextly, facing Emily.
	Both girls had to firstly handle the boys’ erections followed by out and out sucking.  All eyes were on them; Beth was not so much into the deed but it didn’t seem to matter to Emily.  Neither boy was a “cummer” but they experienced some joyous feelings that were orgasmic that were ten times more terrific when they sank those sucked puds into the girls’ pussies.

	Heather Hugsalott, eleven years young, was not a virgin.  Starting at age nine the girl had discovered the pleasures of “self-pleasuring” and that boys liked to be a part of that pleasure.  So, for a nominal fee, Heather allowed the boys to be naked with her; for a nominal fee Heather gave handjobs, blowjobs, and for a nicer fee let the boys get into her sex.
	Heather Hugsalott, eleven years young, got caught masturbating on her bed.  She was completely naked and seriously “getting after it” when her unwary Daddy walked in on her.  He avoided her for the next couple of days but she knew that he was occasionally peeking in on her and she had indifferent thoughts about that.  She sorta-kinda wanted him to watch her but also knew that sorta-kinda it was wrong, illegal, immoral, illicit, etc.
	But tit-for-tat it was also tantalizing.  Heather began to fantasize about her being splayed out on her bed, naked, fingering herself while her dear Daddy stood at the foot of the bed watching.  She never thought any further than that.
	Frank Fuzzyballs although ten years young had a very decent cock a twelve year old boy would be proud of.  A nice crop of pubes covered his sac and his cock stood out proudly for Heather to handle, kiss, and then suck.

	Greg Spoadi was also not a virgin, he was screwing his teenage cousins.  Tina, Jane Marie, and Carrie Lynn instigated the sex; Tina was the youngest cousin at 14yrs., Carrie Lynn the oldest at 19yrs.  With Greg they enjoyed romping in their house naked, engaging in more than just Kissing Cousins; they skinny dipped together, had sex underwater, sex in every room in their house, and mostly engaged in immoral acts in the cousins’ treehouse.
	Franny Frock had also been caught by her Daddy fingerbanging herself on her bed—but unlike Heather’s Dad who let it be, Franny’s Dad freaked out and beat Franny’s ass.  The girl was then traumatized and the relationship with her single father was strained.
	Gabriella Nipple had a more understanding Father (and Mother).  There were brothers, sisters, cousins, and an Uncle—all with open minds and living the life of nudity.  
	Lastly, finally, Candy Cooter and Danielle Kocksock.  The nine and ten year old girls were virgins; they weren’t naïve, though; having brothers older and younger they were wise to what boys looked liked naked.  Danielle had older brothers who were avid masturbators and she was helping!  Just handjobs, going naked with the boys, letting them see her when she peed, and let them rub their dicks against her bare ass.
	Candy had younger brothers and not a lot of sexual frivolity went on there—they just went naked.
	One by one, Adam, Brad, Carl, Delbert, Elvin, Frank, Greg, and Henry, took turns getting their puds fondled, sucked, and then dipped into Ms. Krapsalott.  Each boy either rode her normal Missionary or doggie-style.  Each boy was sucked; each boy was kissed, had his balls sucked, lightly spanked, and brought into a world of perversion they had never known.
	One by one, the girls; Amy, Beth, Candy, Danielle, Emily, Franny, Gabriella, and Heather endured more than they ever could imagine sexually speaking.  Each girl had had some sort of frivolity with each boy; either by sucking him, receiving his pud to between their legs or in their ass.  Each girl had handled the boys more than they ever expected.
	Then, only Adam and Heather “saw” the stranger, the “Voice.”  They still couldn’t react, not on their own.  To describe the stranger—no exact details:  he was tall; dark hair, short; no earrings, no tattoos, no scars.  Tan body, kind of muscular, slim build.  Nothing to distinguish the man from many others.  The use of an EMAD was obvious but neither Adam or Heather recalled seeing one.

	The man strolled up to the front of the class, naked.  His cock was hard and for a moment he stood in front of Ms. Krapsalott who was on her knees finishing up with sucking on Henry Holdsum—behind her humping her ass was Elvin Gonads.  All the boys were at the teacher’s desk, fondling themselves, masturbating, pressed up against the woman, something.  All the girls were at the side desk, sitting on it, laying out, waiting.  Amy knew that the stranger among them was going to do more than stand naked.  And she was right.
	After getting his cock handled and then sucked by Ms. Krapsalott, it was onto the desk with them with the teacher on her back—knees up and legs out.  The naked stranger brought the teacher’s ass to the edge of the desk and then ran his cock up and down her pussy with all the students watching.  All the girls and all the boys stood encircling the desk and watching up close and personal a sex act in commission.
	Ms. Krapsalott flailed and went thru a few emotions of various types; mostly and mainly orgasmic.  The fuck of Ms. Krapsalott was intense and in dramatic fashion the naked man fucking her gave a mighty thrust followed by an energetic rabbit hump that simply awed the kids.
	Then the man pulled out and spewed a gracious quantity of his love cream all over the teacher’s quim.  He seemed exhausted; cum kept spewing and jutting from his cock and he had Danielle suck him to finish him off.  She didn’t remember doing so.  Emily Tang and Beth Poon had the task of licking their teacher’s pussy clean.
	That was followed by Amy Smalkunt laying out on her teacher, her delicate poon settling down on Ms. Krapsalott’s face and her body down the teacher’s body.  There, while the naked stranger put his cock into the girl’s asshole, Carl Noballs began riding Ms. Krapsalott’s pussy and getting sucked on by Amy, too.
	The stranger went straining for several intense minutes before releasing his love.  Gabriella had to come about and lick Amy’s asshole clean while Franny Frock sucked on the man’s cock and Beth on his balls.
	“OH!  MY GOD!  OH!  MY GOD!  OHMYGOD!” uttered Heather as she lay on Ms. Krapsalott getting laid good and proper.  On her back, Heather Hugsalott lay on top of her teacher, legs open wide while the naked stranger stuffed her young cunt with his manhood.  He managed to deliver a nice squirt of man juice and looked very much like he was going to pass out.  His entire body was awash with sweat that rolled like a river.
	Emily sucked his cock while Candy licked Heather’s pussy.
	And as a finale:  Elvin Gonads put his mouth to Ms. Krapsalott’s pussy while the naked stranger got behind him and sodomized him.

*

Rain Frisco is a sonofabitch!
	The tri-county area of Boone, Chester, Gilmore and Stanis (to the east but far enough away to be its own “county”) was in upheaval over the recent events at the lone county school in Chester County.  Hordes of law officials and descended upon the county and filtered out to the surrounding counties, too.  
	Having felt that he had overused his welcome and overused the use of his electronic minding device, Rain Frisco chose to lay low for awhile—seemed the wise thing to do (for awhile.)  Of course, it didn’t last long as after settling into Gilmore County he found himself embroiled in embracing religion.  Not for any religious reasoning of seeking holiness or redemption—no, Rain Frisco, aka Sonofabitch, saw something else to pique his curiosity and bring his minding device out of its temporary retirement.
	The church was a medium sized one with more land than church buildings.  It was a nice church, though; steeple tower with bell; lots and lots of trees on the lots and lots of landscape.  There was something of a small petting zoo but that was later learned to be the 4-H club.  The local scout group was also involved in the animals there—sheep, goats, show pigs, and other small farm animals.  What caught Rain Frisco’s eyes was one of the young girls (about twelve or so) blushing at some of the animals; the lone male goat, Zaggy, had something of a dick that protruded nicely for all to see and Zoey Michelle saw it.
	Another girl, though, took Rain’s attention, also twelve, of Chinese heritage, not much in the titty department, but she had a nice butt.  Something in Rain stirred—something in Rain stirred more when the girl’s Chinese mother arrived.  SHE had a nice butt, too!  Rain contemplated; his minding gadget had only been in retirement a week—that was long enough.