August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Fifty
Bedfellows Make Strange Friends!

Bedfellows make strange friends!
	Rain fell making a drum noise on the tin roof.  It was cold but there couldn’t be the risk of making a fire lest the pesky German polizei find them.  There were no windows—and only one door.  It was homey, cramped, reeking of earth and fertilizer—it was a farmer’s shed half buried into an earthen hill and basically hidden.  Sgt. Bob Heely knew of it and civilian teacher Dmitri Tsugua was glad of it.
	“Something on her was a signal.” Bob explained.
	“I’ve heard of those.” Dmitri said still unsure of his status with Bob.
	“Well, I think I got them all off.”
	Gretchen sat still, almost mindless, shivering, frightened, and very aware.
	The rain let up but the cold lingered.  The two men lingered—waiting, shivering.  Peeking out a small opening at the door they were reassured that all was secure.  Then, with a sigh, they turned to face the young girl.  She had peed herself and sat with folded arms about her knees.  Bob knew about Dmitri, Dmitri was about to know about Bob.
	Standing Gretchen up, Bob held her hands and looked her over saying, “Nice.” He smiled, licked his lips and fought off extreme shivering.  Dmitri shivered a smile then both men got a fire going in the cast iron stove designed mostly for burning of refuse.
	The bottle of peppermint schnapps found tucked away under some garden tools and a wheelbarrow also helped stave off the bite of cold.  Gretchen also had a cap full of the liquor and after a time she and them were sufficiently warmed up.
	Then,
	Bob wasted little time and after standing Gretchen up once more, admiring her once more, he pulled off her top.  Dmitri smiled, wavered a little with the liquor sloshing inside him.  He was more used to American whiskey and could do well with German booze but it did take a toll on him after awhile.
	Anyways,
	There was a bra—containing very small plum sized titties.  Bob fondled them, squeezed, then tweaked the nipples.  The swaying Dimitri rubbed his bulging bulge with glassy eyes staring.  Gretchen looked a little plastered with glossy eyes herself and though “aware” and not under the influence of an EMAD—she was under the influence of booze!
	Down came the girl’s pants and she leaned—fell onto Bob’s shoulder as he helped her out of them.  Bob hoisted the girl up, turned her about and faced her to Dmitri.  The younger man smiled and stumbled slightly forward eyeing the girl clad in yellow panties.  The man had a quirky smile, lots of thick dark hair that cascaded slightly covering the left side of his face.
	Bob held the girl to him with strong powerful arms.  She didn’t wiggle but fussed just a little like any ten year old would.  Dmitri fingered her cunt and delighted in the fact that she was soaked with her pee.  Hooking the panties he pulled them down her short legs—and then off.  Then he put the crotch of the soiled garment to his face and took it all in.  Bob continued to hold the girl with one arm all the while fingering her out, too!
	Soon and Dmitri was licking the girl’s pussy never minding the fact that she had peed.  He fully engulfed the young girl’s pissy cunt and licked-licked-licked driving his tongue wickedly into her sex.
	Bob swigged on the schnapps while his new friend gouged his cock against Gretchen’s cunt—that soon led to penetration.  Bob held the girl while she wiggled and wriggled—Dmitri held her legs and shoved not so nicely his prick into her pussy.  She was a handful to handle but after full vaginal penetration she was rigid.
	Bob finally was able to reposition his hands holding the girl to himself and holding her legs while new friend with lots of hair fucked-fucked-fucked away.  Little Gretchen held her mouth open, eyes wide, flaring nostrils, but otherwise remained still with a little squirming now and then.
	Finally and did Dmitri cum.  Powerful thrusts he made in the finale moments; he made noises aplenty, strained his cock, slapped his balls until they cinched up against Gretchen’s asshole and juts of liquid gooey love splashed inside her squirting out alongside his fuck stick.
	Sloppy seconds anyone?
	Using her own panties, Bob wiped the girl’s cunny clean then laid her out on her clothes.  Dmitri swigged the juice, slung his head and held his steaming cock.
	“Nothing like young tight pussy!” he comedically spurted.
	Bob grinned and shucked his clothing off, straddled the bewildered child’s chest and masturbated, humping her chest until the tip of his spurting schlong touched her lips.  Cupping the back of her head he had her kiss the tip of his dong—then suck it.
	That was followed up by scooting down the girl’s naked body, parting her legs and gliding his pud against her sex.  Gretchen twisted some, arched her back, wailed a little—and got a hard hand spank to her ass as a result.  More gliding of cock against her then it was fuck time.
	Dmitri swigged more juice—then passed out.

*

I Fuck!  Therefore; I Am
	Stella Soxme was in a bad mood; fight with boyfriend, out of place in a foreign land, fight with best friend, fight with her mother, and Dad of no help ‘cause he was always busy with the Army.  She had no one to turn to and felt helpless, trapped.  So, pissed off she struck off from the place where her peers gathered to mingle after school and in between sports activities.  She wasn’t strikingly beautiful, but she had looks that were pleasing enough.  A slender bod, good tanned arms, nice butt and pleasing bouncy titties.
	From the Gathering Spot, Stella walked with folded arms wishing hard that she was home in the States where she could go places of comfort.  Here in the strange land she didn’t have those comforting places to go.  Three months into the new land and she hadn’t “settled” at all.  A little of the language she had picked up, met some German girls (and guys) but wasn’t comfortable whatsoever.
	Down Hoffman Strasse she went still highly pissed off; her German teacher gave her a C on her essay she thought was her best ever.  It was a shock to say when a big red “C” was planted on what should have been an “A”.  Her boyfriend was getting too cozy with a German girl; her best friend was also getting too cozy with some German girls and seemingly ditching her.
	Across the street from the bus stop was a large empty field; beyond that was a huge woody area.  There were rolling hills, a housing tract mostly of American families, and more farmer fields with a river running in the middle.  Stella took a trail and made for the woods.
	She made the woods—but then she was made herself…

	“I can do this all day!” quipped Dmitri Tsugua.
	Bob smiled and slammed his cock fully into Stella’s ass.  The girl cried out, twisted oddly, and clenched tight her anal muscles to the invading cock.  Bob squeezed her breasts and power fucked her hole while Dmitri slammed his cock into her pussy grinning sheepishly as well as devilishly.
	A double team—double penetration.  It was the most fantastic thing!  Well, for Bob and Dmitri.  The pissed off girl was fifteen and had a very nice body; both men were very much into the girl (very).  Both professed their like for “younger” girls but a nice teen was good, too.
	Dmitri had used his minding device on Stella, waylaying her and misdirecting her further into the woods.  Down in a small gully shielded by huge boulders she was taken and admired.  Bob learned that the Device Dmitri had was old—and had been upgraded periodically since his early days in high school.

	After double-teaming the hapless teen she was repositioned—on her hands and knees with Bob in her mouth and Dmitri in her ass!
	“This is how I like ‘em!” Bob smirked.
	Dmitri chuckled and slapped the girl’s ass and pounded her hole with his throbbing/aching cock.  Bob fucked Stella’s mouth—then her face.
	“I can do this all day, too!” Bob chuckled.
	And for most of the remaining day—they did!

	The thing with Dmitri’s Electronic Mind Altering Device was it had special abilities—enhancements that Bob wished he had on his; like Suggestion.  Bob’s meager minding gadget simply stunned a mind and that was about it.  Dmitri’s EMAD did Suggestion and Q&A along with the mind zapping.
	On a bright sunny day, at a soccer field during a multi school day activity—
	Wearing a red school shirt and beige shorts, Elaine Smoksum got the attention of Bob and Dmitri; beautiful young girl, not strikingly so but very pleasing—
	“I’d like to jack off onto her face!” Dmitri said.
	Bob wanted to jack off onto the girl, too—but not her face.
	Short brown hair, brown eyes, a sweet face, small knobs.  It was doubtful she was sexual active.  She was friendly and fairly decent kicking the soccer ball around.  When she dashed from the field to the facilities—Bob and Dmitri smiled and nonchalantly followed.
	There were a lot of peoples about, children, dogs, adults, American military police, German police, undercover agents of this kind and that—making it very difficult for folk like Bob and Dmitri to commit their illicit crimes.  When Subject Elaine walked out of the facility bathroom,
	‘turn left, walk to the end of the building.’
	Elaine paused, cocked her head, brushed her lovely brown hair out of her face, paused—paused—picked her panties out of her butt—paused—paused, stepped forward to go around the brick partition but at the last moment “turned left and walked to the end of the building.”

	Down along the Main River and there was a fisherman’s shack—abandoned.
	A little musty but all kinds of private.  No roads no where; only a trail led to the remote shack and it was a perfect place for shenanigans.  Little ten year old Elaine went along unawares—mindless.  The two horndogs wasted no time and as soon as the shack was aired out a little, swept up some, the bed’s bedding shaken out and turned over,
	‘take off your shirt.’

	Bob was awed when the “suggestion” from Dim’s EMAD prompted the girl and she followed thru.  Bob stood in total shock and awe with a quirky smile on his face.  Dmitri blossomed with pride, licked his lips then had the girl undo her bra that barely was needed.
	With her shorts off, the girl stood in basic white panties with a floral print.
	The two men ogled the girl—she was young and very pretty; especially naked!  Bob moved to her firstly, taking his cock out and having the girl grip his dick and “play” with it (on “suggestion” from the EMAD.)  Bob was further blown away—literally and figuratively.  Although Bob wanted to initially cum on the girl’s pussy (as well as in it) he was close to squirting liquid love onto her face after all!  The girl sucked on the head of his cock—initiated by Dmitri’s nifty Device.  The man stripped off all of his clothes and positioned himself behind the girl running his hands up and down her sides.  It had been cock hardening joy to watch her stand in her panties—then pushed them down to stand naked.
	Bob put his hand behind Elaine’s pretty little head and helped move her up and down his skin flute.  She retched a little, gagged and choked—but those were involuntary measures and couldn’t be helped.  Bob couldn’t help but pull his pud out of her sweet mouth and fuck her face!
	Dmitri, meanwhile, was “reaching around” fingering the girl’s pussy.
	And from fingering to out and out doing.  Bob stepped back, holding back from cumming onto Elaine’s face.  Dmitri maneuvered the girl to the lone military style in-the-field bunk bed; a metal frame with springs and a single but comfy mattress with one green army blanket and one gray.  Elaine was laid out on the bed width wise, her darling little butt right to the edge of the bed, legs open.  Dmitri hammered his tool then went down on the girl munch-munch-munch.
	Bob leaned against a counter watching his friend’s antics, noting the fishing poles, jars of fruit, golf balls, skeletal alligator heads, frogs in jars of dark yellowish liquid, decaying pelts of some furry animal.  The remote fishing shack along the Main began to creep Bob Heely out—a lot!
	Dmitri had tongued all he could tongue of mindless Elaine; placing her legs up along his chest and turning her just so—he spanked her sweet soft little ass and he liked it.  It got Bob harder than he already was, too.  Spanking was a very big thing for them both.
	But so was fucking.
	Three good hard swats to Elaine’s ass—she made no indication that she was aware of it.  Dmitri gouged his cock to her virgin cunny then plunged straight in.  The busting of her hymen got a little reaction from her but she remained otherwise oblivious.  The tall slender man slammed his cock into the young girl humping hurriedly for a couple of minutes before unleashing a massive torrent of cum.

	Bob stared down into the girl’s brown eyes—as his manhood invaded her further down.  She was a pretty girl as were many ten year olds; she hailed from New York (City), northern part of Brooklyn Heights.  She began to breathe hard, twist her young body, and make faces.  In a way, Bob liked ‘em that way, more lifelike than zombie. 
	After Bob got his rocks off; Dmitri took another turn—sliding himself up into her tight-tight asshole.  Prefingering had to be done prior to penetration, lubing up with spittle and Bob’s cum from her fucked-fucked cunt.  Bob delighted in seeing the pretty girl rammed.  His balls surged and cock ached and after Dmitri pulled out—Bob took his turn, too!

	There was nothing better than to fuck some righteously virgin pussy!  Enjoying a day from work, good German beer, good German food, and spying on young peoples doing inappropriate things in nature also was good.  Little Elaine filled Bob’s mind—he would have preferred her to be a couple years older, twelve being the optimum.  She had a nice-nice little body, small knobs just beginning, hairless poon, and a sweet adorable face.
	Out in the countryside far from the military base and even the German city, Bob and Dmitri humped it to “get away from it all.”  They carried in their backpacks beer and sandwiches and made pit stops that were necessary “now and then.”
	There was no anticipation of encountering anyone; but,
	Voices drifted on the listless breezes alerting Bob and Dmitri.

	Three kids were in the quaint woods, American kids, hiking alone.  They had paused for a rest, a bit of lunch, and then some impromptu hanky and panky.  The two girls, one blond and one not, were “frisky” and playful teasing the one boy, brother of the one-not-blond girl.  They teased the boy by undoing their shirts and “revealing” themselves—neither girl had a bra on.
	The blond girl was approx. twelve years young and had a pleasing something to reveal.  The other girl was a year or two younger, dark brown hair, brown eyes, innocent looking but “frisky” and risky, too.  The lone boy was about fourteen or so, a little thin build, shorter in average for his age group and he looked a couple years younger than he was.
	Holly Lashram was the blond, she had twin blond braided pony tails and a serious innocence about her; green eyes, nice tight little butt, perky budding titties.  She had a wondrous face and at twelve she was “just the right age.”  
	Annie Retchrope not only looked innocent but naïve, too.  Calm plain looks, the young girl had a playful mischievousness about her, too.  She was the younger sibling of the lone boy, Kevin.
	It appeared that the girls wanted to see Kevin’s penis.  The boy, of course, was only to happy to expose himself; but of course, he wanted to see something of the girls, too.  The girls, though, were willing—but to a point.  They bared their chests but that was all—Kevin wanted them to drop their pants.
	With a red face, Annie unhitched her light blue jeans, bent over slightly and inched down her panties “just so”.  Just so as her nice lily white ass was bare enough for her horny brother to rub his dick against.  Kevin’s dick was average size and very hard (with just a little precum soiling the piss slit area.)
	The look on the boy’s face was classic—serious hard up/I want to get laid.
	Annie was all kinds of embarrassed; friend Holly leaned enough to see the cock-to-ass rubbing action with her mouth open—and shirt undone AND open.  Kevin’s eyes were right on the girl’s smallish but budding breasts.  The boy’s actions were right for expectations associated with orgasming.
	A light breeze rustled the trees surrounding the small area where the kids believed themselves to be well hidden.  Nice cool air, the river nearby, birds singing, and naughty business at hand.
	Q&A results:
	Kevin had done a little more than “rub” his dick on his sister’s ass; no penetration but a helluva a lot of extra rubbing (and not just on the cheeks.)  Up and down the girl’s crack with humping the gorge and even the canyon!  Annie handled her brother’s dong; stroked it, squeezed, and basically whacked it off.  She wasn’t fond of the sperm ejection and barely had a concept of what it was for.
	For Kevin, other than humping and grinding against his sister he got to finger her pussy AND watch her pee out in the backyard after hours.  It was at one time while Annie peed like an animal—naked and on all fours, that Kevin very nearly got to make anal/vaginal penetration as he rode her doggie style.  But a light came on in their parents’ bedroom so the two naked kids had to hightail it back to their own rooms thus ending what could have been a big night for Kevin.
	Kevin longed for his sister (and their mutual friend, Holly) to suck his dick.
	There, too, was a deep longing to fuck both girls.
	For Holly, she was an only child but had numerous male cousins—older and younger.  She was aware of boys and their peckers; she HAD seen older cousins masturbating but not clearly.  There was a slight desire to be naughty—going to extra mile to be naked with a male cousin (but not for the purposes of sexual relations.)  She wanted to merely be naked with a boy—for a few seconds.  She wasn’t so sure about being humped on, rubbed, or whatever it was boys eagerly wanted to do to and with her.
	Annie was just finding the pleasures of self-pleasuring.
	More pleasures were to cum!

	Although Annie quickly pulled her panties and pants back where they belonged and was deeply-deeply red in the face—she reversed her actions suddenly (and surprisingly) and pushed her pants and panties back down—this time—ALL the way down.
	Then off with her shirt and bra that hid barely anything.  She then stepped out of her clothes, pushed off her hiking shoes and blue ankle socks and was naked-naked-naked.
	Holly and Kevin stared at her with open mouths and wide-wide eyes.
	Then--to Kevin’s awe (and delight) Holly also began undressing.
	Holly had a nice body—for merely being twelve she was a delight to behold.

	‘On her back—or on her Hands and Knees?’
	Tough call—but beings as there were TWO delightful naked girls—
	On her hands and knees, Holly Lashram was positioned for all to see and gander at.  That ass!  OH!  A delightful ass and pussy was extremely delightful to admire.  Sperm was jutting from Kevin’s dick even before he got to brush it against Holly’s ass.  The teen’s eyes were locked-locked on the girl’s ass—her pussy, asshole, ass, nakedness as a whole—all of it.  The desire to fuck was great with him and (under direction) he did.
	Laying beside Holly the naked Annie lay fingering herself completely oblivious to that fact or her brother and friend sexually acting up.  It was too much for the two spies.  While Kevin slammed his pud into Holly’s cunt doggie style, and young Annie lay fingering-fingering-fingering, Bob and Dmitri slipped in amongst them with Bob ass slapping Kevin.  Dmitri went down on young Annie but only for a minute—his cock ached as much as Kevin’s lusting cock and positioned himself onto the girl grinding against her fuckable fucking cunt and fucked.
	Bob rubbed Kevin’s ass, clutched the boy’s swinging nuggets up between his legs and worked himself so as he was up close enough to Holly’s face to get her to suck him.  Kevin was oblivious to that act—as was he to being fondled and manipulated.
	Annie’s young chest perked as her pussy was invaded and well fucked by the manly manhood invading her.  Nothing was held back and Dmitri humped her vigorously.  Kevin gave his all and a mighty thrust expelling his love cream into Holly’s cunt making exclamations as he did so.
	After Kevin pulled out of Holly; grasped his sauced dick and fell back panting with cum still spurting from his piss slit.  Bob patted Holly’s ass then situated himself behind the girl slipping his prick into the fresh fucked hole.  She hadn’t been a virgin prior to Kevin’s penetration of her—but no Q&A had been done to know who had breeched her.  Oh well.
*
Spying; it’s what we do
	What the Fuck?
	Having an EMAD with “enhancements” just kicks ass!
	In the very early wee hours of the morning the youngest member of the Bangame family came wandering down from her bedroom to the kitchen.  Snack time!  She was way sleepy and for some strange reason—naked!  She was no more than seven or eight; kinky (naturally curled (ultra) brown hair); a sweet well rounded face (with dimples); and naked!
	From the fridge she secured a plate of meatloaf and some milk.  At the table she bobbed her head now and then as she consumed the snack—which soon turned to a bowl of lemon cake and mint chocolate ice cream (good combo!)
	Then, who did appear but Daddy Eric, Major Daddy Eric, Minister at one of the on-base military base churches.  Clad in a knee length royal blue bathrobe the man stared as he strove hard to open his eyes not believing what he was seeing.  He had a curious look upon his face but to the two spies it couldn’t be believed that it was the first time he had seen the child naked under similar circumstances.
	Anyways,
	Mandy, seven, didn’t appear to notice her robed daddy.  She munched her cake and ice cream, bobbed her head and finally returned to sleep with her head on the table.  Major Bangame stood at the entrance into the kitchen for a moment, lingering—pausing before finally moving into the kitchen fully.  There he patted his sleepy naked daughter and she didn’t stir—sound-sound to sleep.  Carefully the dishes were put away then he tried to rouse his child.
	She wouldn’t budge but made some sort of “leave me the fuck alone” grunt-grumble noise.  Eric stood with hands on hips, wrinkling his nose, thinking—contemplating.  Then, with a sigh, he hooked his child under her arms and hoisted her up in a daddy-hold—hands cupped under her naked butt.
	Then, for no other reason than “just because” he sat down.  Sleepy Mandy wrapped her arms and legs about him and as she settled onto his lap—something “arose” from the royal blue daddy-bathrobe.
	The more Eric’s hands cupped Mandy’s ass—the more his cock got harder and more pronounced.  Soon and he was caressing the girl’s ass; eyes closed and mouth trembling—he made an audible noise suggesting a groan al la sexual.  Slowly his left hand began smoothing over the super soft smooth flesh of Mandy’s ass.  Precum soiled his piss slit; both hands were making small circles on his daughter’s ass.

	Soon and the minister daddy was rubbing his soiled cock against his child—specifically right between her legs!  Eric groaned, moaned, and rubbed; he moved his penis up and down (and all around) Mandy’s virgin snatch box gliding the glistening tip directly onto her young pussy until such a time as he couldn’t breathe and seemingly got extremely panicky.
	Eric was right on the verge of the ultimate sin.
	With no influence from the visiting spies, Eric stood up and laid his child out on the breakfast table.  He then opened her legs—there was just enough natural light streaming from outdoors as well as a nightlight in the kitchen, the microwave light, and the light on the refrigerator at the ice dispenser that was supposed to be OFF when not in use but had malfunctioned and stayed on all the time.
	Eric fingered what mess he had made on Mandy’s slit.  He gulped, sweated, and slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y stroked his cock.  Oh what thoughts he must of been contemplating!  Then, equally slowly, he placed his cock against Mandy’s cunt and began humping.  
	Just gouging—gliding the soiled prong up and down the young pussy until such a time as urgency prompted a more earnest hump.  Encouragement by Neanderthal-like ancestry, Eric Bangame brought Mandy’s ass right up against him, her legs up along his chest—bare chest as the royal blue bathrobe had been cast off, and let the humping begin!
	Near penetration there was and had it not been for the thought that “afterwards”—he would have.  The desire was there—big time.  It mattered not that she was seven years young; it mattered not that she was his young daughter!  All that mattered was to fuck!  And that’s all that matters!
	Penetration would have been better but Eric settled for grinding his cock against his child’s cunt really getting into her slit before finally ejaculating.  It was instant relief with no thought to the deed itself.  All that mattered was the orgasm.  He lay nearly onto his child, still humping.  It was quite a scene and would have been even more “quite the scene” had any other of his family—let’s say his WIFE, also venture down into the kitchen for a snack!  What oh!  To see Eric on top of Mandy with cum oozing all over her NAKEDNESS!  It was a hell of an orgasm.
	Eric picked his child up—and him still naked, too, and carried her to her bedroom where he found her discarded panties on the floor.  He dressed her (and as he put her to her bed and before pulling up the covers he smeared his manhood against her lips!  He did!)
	Then, he stole back to his own bedroom where moments later he was fucking his wife like he had never fucked her before!  Meanwhile, Mandy woke up groggily, rubbed her eyes, licked her lips, pulled down her panties and fingered the drying goo there laden on her pussy.
	“What the fuck?”. 
	
And now for something completely different
	Sitting on the family couch, Dana Plainpaint worked her homework as she did most evenings.  At thirteen years young, Dana was a nice looking kid; light brown hair, nice round face, spoke well and enunciated well, too; dainty emerald earrings; a couple of finger rings; pleasing budding chest.
	Just appearing at the doorway was the girl’s father; he was a member of the helicopter crew at Sgt. Heely’s base—Warrant Officer Mitch Plainpaint.  He paused at the threshold; then asked,
	“How’s it going?”
	“It’s ok, Dad.” Dana replied indicating that it was not so “OK”; it was math, advanced math but she knew that although Daddy was a helicopter pilot, math was not his favorite school subject.  She could handle it—just took a little time.
	Mitch moved up to the end of the sofa; he seemed nervous.  The house they occupied was nice, kinda small, but it worked.  Dana sat in the middle of the three cushioned sofa, feet on the low set curved German handmade coffee table.  She was a cutey; brown hair twisted in a single curly pony tail hung loosely down the right side of her face; brown shirt, long American jeans, bare feet.  She sat hunched with butt to the edge of the cushion nonchalantly working from her math book vaguely aware of her Daddy’s presence—and not aware of any dangers.
	Suddenly and the girl’s head shot up, twisted to one side, then a serious of eye blinks before the head righted itself and she stared blankly straight ahead to the TV set and blank wall.
	WO Plainpaint sighed a heavy sigh and gouged the heel of his hand to his groin—in his other hand was—you guessed it—an EMAD.  (everyone has an EMAD!)  It looked like a television’s remote control device.  A minute elapsed, followed by another—then Wanda the wife appeared at the threshold and Mitch whirled around zapping her quick.  He seemed to be in a near panic but calmed down and returned his attention to his daughter.
	Fingers worked the minding device and soon Dana was pulling off her shirt!
	Mitch farted then stared at his child in her soft pinkish bra with a clasp not on the back but in the front concealed by a rose.  With a security look to his mind stunned wife he pulled out his penis.  He did!
	Dana remained non-blinking staring straight ahead and undone her bra taking it off afterwards.
	“Oooooh!” breathed Mitch.  He stroked and squeezed his cock, licked his lips then undone his pants letting them slid down.  Commando style—no undies.  The sofa was up against a large window but the curtains had been drawn and was so on the other window for the German but Americanized room.

	The warrant officer had a nice build, in his late 30s, an inch over six foot tall, a near 1950s style buzz cut but it was growing out.  He stood with an amazing erection being at least seven inches possibly nearly eight.  He squeezed it at the base, then flopped it right in front of his slouching daughter.
	Dana did nothing.  Mitch took another look at his wife then planted a foot on the cushion next to Dana and brushed the head of his dick against her lips.  Dana refused to acknowledge and so her Daddy continued being ultrally naughty—easing himself forward, a hand to the back of her head, his cock pressed right on her lips—
	Another voice was heard startling (and frightening) Mitch who for the most part looked very much alarmed.  With EMAD clutched tightly in hand he rushed to the wall by the door and peered past his standing mindless wife—she was a bit shorter in height, normal American wife with a few years on her, good sized melons in the 36C category, could used some exercise.  She looked good regardless and was possibly a good fuck with possible kinky likes like most men like.
	In the adjoining kitchen was the young Plainpaint, Michelle.  She was eight and up early from her nap.  Naked Mitch aimed the EMAD at her and zapped her.  For a moment thereafter he stood staring at her, then moved past his wife and stood butt bare assed naked before the pretty blond hair girl—neither he or his wife had blond hair but on his wife’s side there was blonds some generations back.
	She was a cutey, Michelle was.  Playful, innocent, naïve, clad in a red shirt with a BIG daisy on the front, matching red shorts, rosey cheeks.  Mitchell stood before her wagging his cock right in front of her face.  No reaction whatsoever from his little tyke.  Mitchell smiled and placed his bone against her face.
	There was not stopping the naughtiness as Mitchell feeling free felt the stirrings of sexual rant burgeoning upon him.  All over the sweet little girl’s face did the throbbing prong go; pressing hard up against her nose before Daddy angled the dick to her mouth.  With his hand to the back of her head—there was no interruption—no stopping.  In it went.
	The man stood and stared.
	The Daddy stood and stared.
	The two spies—well, they remained hidden and stared.
	One, two, three, four times in and out, then up against the child’s face before Mitch dropped to his knees and seemed to be in one of those hurried panics.  Off came the red shirt then down came the short red shorts.  White kiddie panties that seemed small greeted him.  Mitch hugged his child, patted her butt—then slid down her undies!  He did!

	More hugging, butt cupping, and then the daddy was back to his other daughter, Dana, leaving Michelle to stand naked in the kitchen.  Wife Wanda continued to be mindless as did Dana.  Mitchell put himself back into position, one foot planted on the floor and the other up on the cushion somewhat straddling himself to his daughter.  A little bit of cum suddenly spurted from his cock—the spunk splashing onto Dana’s right cheek.  Mitch wasted no more time and put his spurting cock back into her mouth and pumped.
	Cum oozed out the corners of her mouth and whether or not she was a true blow job artist wasn’t known.  There was no reaction from the girl, no sputtering or anything.  Mitch arched his back, pulled out and jacked off the rest of his splooge onto his daughter’s face—then pressed his prong against her face and humped.  What a dog!  He cinched his ball sac right up against her nostril straining his cock until more splooge oozed soiling her hair.
	Then, panting, sweating, cock at half staff, he worked his minding device getting the girl to shuck her brown jeans.  She did so without pause, without thought.  The heaving Mitch moved to his knees raising his daughter’s legs ogling her in her fine basic white panties with little pink and red hearts all over them.  It was one thing to hold a girl’s panties in hand but it was quite another to see them ON the girl.
	He smiled and sperm continued to drip from his dick.
	Then, on his own, he pulled the panties off rendering his child naked.
	How long had it been since last he had seen his child naked?  Surely he had seen her in her underwear of late, swimsuit, night gown or something.  Butt bare assed naked, though, was probably some years back.  The man stared and stared at Dana’s nakedness, then; down he went to nosh.
	The angle of the dangle was difficult for the two spies to see clearly if the girl was a virgin—not that it mattered to the ultra naughty daddy.  After licking and licking, engulfing fully Dana’s cunt, the man went up to slobber on her young developing teen titties then guide into her sex his cock.
	Dana’s legs went every which way as her naughty (ultra) Daddy power fucked her into sexual oblivion.  It was outrageous!  Not ALL of his daddy cock went in—but most did.  He pulled out a few times to hump and gouge the cunt and even prod the girl’s asshole!  More slobbering on her budding breasts, then he maneuvered the two of them to the floor and the fuck of Dana was complete.
	For luck, Mitch had positioned himself on his daughter on the floor giving the two hidden spies the prime viewing of dick into pussy.  A time or two and did Mitch pull his child’s legs up giving extreme viewing of fatherly love.  When he came off there was a torrent of cum oozing like lava out of Dana’s cunt.  The girl breathed hard, sweated, but was otherwise oblivious to her having been raped.

	When done soiling and defiling his daughter, Mitch moved up to straddle the girl placing his soiling soiled fuck stick between her young developing breasts.  There he did commence to more humping, reaching back behind him to finger her cummy cunt.  The cad!
	Then the man was up and stumbled on weak legs back to the kitchen and past his other naked child (who had peed while standing) and to the refrigerator fetching an ice cold German beer.
	Another beer was slammed before the warrant officer was calm enough.  Then, like the other daddy, hoisted his child up onto the breakfast table, hooked her ankles and lifted the legs to wipe and clean her from her pee.  Afterwards and Mitch spread his child’s legs and laid his aching prong against her very virginal virgin.  
	Humpity-hump-hump
	Then a gob of goo spilled out of his pisser and Mitchell Plainpaint was about done in.  But wait!  There’s more!  After much humping on the youngster’s pussy he did try to push the head of his cum squirter into her slit.  Wouldn’t go and his cock wasn’t hard enough.  So he stood looking at her, opening her legs and gazing longingly at her nakedness.  
 	For insurance to ease his mind somewhat, Mitch once more raised Mandy’s legs and swatted her ass.  The body jiggled but the girl remained unawares.  Another swat—still nothing.  Another swat a little harder and with still nothing from Michelle, Mitchell turned her over and found that he had a very significant hard-on.  Nice.
	More swats came and when the girl’s ass was very red, Mitchell began smacking the burning tush with his aching dong, prying the cheeks open trying in earnest to make anal headway.
	No way.
	The eight year old’s hole was more than “tight.”
	Undaunted, Mitch left her and returned to Dana…

	The growl of a doggie alert the spying spies, Bob and Dmitri that they were not alone in the bushes by the house. 
	“Don’t move.” Dmitri said lowly.
	“Me or the dog?”
	“Both.”
	With very careful finger movements, Dmitri worked the control pad.
	“Can that thing brainwash a dog, too?”
	“We’re going to find out.”
	The voices of children thwarted the knowing if the EMAD could warp the mind of an animal.  With darkness encroaching, the two spies got scarce.
	Business inside wasn’t thru, yet; Warrant Officer Mitch “Mitchell” Plainpaint sought extra pleasures with the spanking of his teenage daughter.  Sitting on the sofa he brought his unawares child across his lap and laid his hand to her ass.  Only a few smacks in and he was hard again—hard enough to break bricks (or fuck virgin shit holes!)
	Across the coffee table and Mitchell did just that.  His daughter’s ass was very warm; the girl made no indication whatsoever of awareness.  At the entrance to the living room and Wanda had pissed herself.
	Mitchell fingered his daughter’s asshole and with a rock hard cock crammed it into her tight hole.  It wasn’t easy going—precum, spittle, prefingering were of little help; deep desire, though, put former Daddy of the Year into sodomy mode and into the ungiving hole he went.
	After furiously fucking al la sodomizing for at least three minutes, Mitch got his nuts off and fell back.  A bit of a quirky smile came to his face as he watched his spunk ooze out of his daughter’s asshole.  The flesh of her ass, too, was still reddened from his spanking.  There was something to be said, though; about spanking with the one being spanked all-knowing about it—reacting and carrying on so.
	Mitchell returned to his other daughter, fingered her pussy, lifted her legs and spanked her and DID get a little bit of reaction from her.  The mind hold from the EMAD was wearing off.  Time for cleanup.
	The doggie was back, there was no way into the house so Bob and Dmitri slipped away to find new adventure.

*

In the beginning and then somewhere else
	EMADs weren’t popular “back in the day.”  They were not yet a plague on society but had potential.  Most Electronic Mind Altering Devices were made simply at home in the basement, garage, or attic.  Some were constructed at schools, science labs, and any number of nerd homes.  Dmitri Tsugua was not a “nerd” or a “geek” or any combination thereof.  Not athletic, either; he kept to himself, did his school work, kept out of trouble and out of sight.  He wasn’t popular in any sense of the word and he liked it that way.
	With that out of the way,
	Patricia Jane filled his dreams.  She was sixteen, long silky brown hair, nice butt, and the daughter of a Baptist preacher.  Dmitri had known the girl since junior high and had high desires for her—especially after she farted!

	He didn’t know quite what it was about her; she wasn’t remarkable in any way.  Not very tall, good supporting chest, lovely straight hair that sometimes was styled in the popular trend of the time—feathered.  It was guessed that Dim liked the girl (a lot!) due to the fact that she was a preacher’s kid.  It was further figured that being a preacher’s kid she was probably not the “goody-two-shoes” she was made out to be.
	The girl acknowledged his existence on Earth, was friendly to him, but they didn’t hang out.  Dmitri long figured that the hunky boys of their class were tagging her.  Often and did he imagine the girl giving the best boys blow jobs, probably skinny dipping with them at someone’s backyard pool or out at the river.  She “seemed” like a good girl but then again…
	Well, high school came along and Dmitri kept tabs on her.  When the second year of high school rolled around it was time to step up their relationship—especially when equipped with a minding device.
	Patricia Jane had a close girlfriend—Clarice Clopcrick.  Patricia Jane also had a little brother—Adam.  He was ten.  There were lots of girls at the high school who tempted Dim’s fancy—lots.  Cheerleaders topped the list.  In junior high—OH those young cheerleaders were something!  And in the lower grades?  Awesome!
	But normal girls, too—girls in the choir, debate team, theatre, also were worthy of Dmitri’s attention.  But Dmitri Tsugua was solely interested in just one girl (at the time.)  (but not set in concrete)
	One morning—the time had come.  As it happened, Dim had a wall locker fairly close in proximity to the Subject’s wall locker—it was across the small gravel space between Science Building 1 and Math Building A and far down at the end of the hall where the bend of the hall turned to empty out the short end of the “L”.
	As usual, she was in the company of her best friend, Clarice Clopcrick.  Clarice wasn’t a bad dish, either; hair style being of the thick shoulder length kind, strawberry blond, cantaloupe titties, a little snooty being that her parents owned some businesses in town but she was light hearted enough to be socialable.
	‘Have EMAD—Have fun!’
	This day, Patricia Jane wore her favorite jeans—powder blue; her favorite color.  Lip gloss glistened freshly on her cocksucking lips; a plain dark blue shirt, simple tennis shoes.  She had an amazing form, a little of a shoulder slouch, not as tall as her friend—or many girls in her age group.  But she did have a nice butt!
	From a small alcove where a drinking fountain was, Dmitri zapped both girls.  He waited and firstly tried to see if he could get the girls to do something—like walk, take off clothes, something.  He got nothing more than for the both of them to ‘raise hands’ to indicate that they were both under the EMAD’s power.
	Oh well—worked for Dmitiri.
	Patricia Jane wore some sort of perfume; up close (and personal) was fantastic—seldom had he ever had the chance to be so close.  In the 8th grade where he first met her she had sat behind him at one point and then in front of him in the same row.  He loved it when she was in front—he got to see her panties!  (and one time during taking a test she farted!)
	Where the girls stood was too open—and there was the double doors at the end of the “L” hall; there was a small place at the corner where some wall lockers were not installed.  Half an hour before daily instruction—plenty of time for a little hanky-panky.  Dmitri quickly hustled the girls over to be out of any direct line ‘o sight.  There he quickly felt up Patricia Jane, squeezing her cunt mostly and firstly, then her ample teenage titties before pressing his body against her.
	Although the EMAD lacked some enhancements—like ‘take off clothes’ and such, there was; however, the Power of Suggestion.  After kissing on Patricia Jane, fondling titties, unzipping her pants and getting his hand down inside her panties fingering her lovely cunt,
	“Wear a dress tomorrow!”
	Tomorrow cums and,
	There she was at her locker in a mid-thigh length light blue Sunday-go-to-Meetin’ church dress!  It made Dmitri proud—all over.  Clarice was clad in a short skirt—and he didn’t even have to tell her!  His bone just about popped right out of his pants!  Slowly he made his way down the corridor—then zapped the two unsuspecting Subjects, directing them to the corner of the hallway (again) and wishing he had a better place to take them.  But he settled for what he could get.
	And what he could get was a nice feel of Patricia Jane’s ass!
	Right up under her nice-nice dress he went smoothing his hand over her butt before slipping said hand inside her panties.  ‘you have to suck my cock!’ he said to himself, ‘plus a lot more!’
	All over her ass he felt, fingered, and probed.  Pressing himself against her he worked out his cock and up against her it went.  She was too short, though, for any in-the-hallway hanky-panky, but angling his dangle down he managed to please himself just the same.
	Kissing followed.
	Titty groping thereafter.
	Then he turned her around, raised her dressed, pushed down her panties, and got busy with introducing her lovely ass to his lovely cock.  Right up and down the crack it went, probing her dirt chute and all—and stepping back some (bringing Patricia Jane with him) he managed to gouged his cock against her womanness!

	
	At the time, Dmitri had a pick-up truck; nothing fancy, just an old truck, lime green, in serious need of a wash and paint job.  That afternoon he “suggested” Patricia Jane, and Clarice, to meet him for lunch; then, continuing to “suggest” the girls go with him across the campus meandering through various buildings, the tennis court and out thru the tall foliage fence to his truck.  There, he took the girls out to the “sump” field; the Sump Field was a huge tract of empty land of dirt mounds; concrete construction mounds, old appliance mounds, and abandoned cars.  At one time, the Sump Field was an oilfield long since abandoned.
	The when the high school came along, the field was a great place to go off-campus to smoke pot and fuck.  Dmitri didn’t smoke pot—but he did fuck!  Parked behind one of the larger mounds of city construction concrete mounds, Dmitri wasted no time it getting Patricia Jane out of her clothes.  Then he took a minute just to look at her.
	Then he stripped off his clothes and crawled on top of her.
	Yeah, the temperature for such doings was not ideal; nor was the cramped space in the cab of his truck.  But it would have to do—for the time being.  Taking Patricia Jane’s clothes off was a bother—but well worth it.  A nice bod greeted him, especially that fuckable pussy!  It was neatly trimmed but Dmitri preferred hairless—either naturally or otherwise.  A long minute was taken ogling the girl; then he opened her legs and went down on her.
	Mustiness greeted his nose, the slight hint of “pee” greeted his tongue.  It was alright, though; it sort of kinkingly excited him and urged him on.  All over the girl’s cunt he licked, lapped, and nipped the lips before moving on; he shed his clothes and during that time took note of the standing Clarice.  He sat her down; there was shade where the truck was positioned but the air temp was still a bit warm.  He didn’t know if he would have time for her or not—maybe tomorrow?
	Back to Patricia Jane.
	Those glorious globes took his attention as his cock dragged against her cunny—her oh so fuckable previously fucked cunny.  Dmitri found the teenager quite the charmer (after she was naked.)  His hands groped her breasts, tweaked the nipples, and invigorated him throughout his soul.  His cock had had enough of grinding against her fuckable oh-so-fuckable cunt and into her sex his cock did go.
	Patricia Jane made a bit of a moan as penetration occurred.
	Dmitri made his own noise and lay his body on her, clutching her body to his and driving his cock into her fully.  Taking her clothes off had thrilled him, see her just in her panties had thrilled him, see her butt bare ass naked excited him, shoving his fuck stick into her—no words could be found to express.

	Laying on the girl fully just moving his hips created a unique euphoria.  He lounged as he made love, kissing on the girl, grinding her breasts against his chest, pumping slowly and steadily until such a time as the current of electrified joy overcame him.  Patricia Jane, too, seemed to be experiencing joy; she moaned, groaned, clutched his burning backside, and experienced her own orgasmic bliss.
	Had it not been so hot he would have probed her mind, Q&A!  But it WAS hot and they had to scurry back to school anyways.  Going back to school was a drag, but to appease his Dad who did not graduate high school, Dmitri strove to achieve.  His afternoon/after lunch classes were gym, science, and metal shop.
	In gym, after a rigorous workout on the field, Dmitri stood at his locker prepping to dress when he noted his friend, Aiden Grosstoes beside him.  Aiden was alright, not a “best friend” but they chummed together, ogled girls, played sports together, and went to the pizzeria with others in their group.  Aiden had gotten Dmitri on at his workplace and that was a boost to their friendship.
	But for no other reason than “just fucking because”; Dmitri slyly operated his minding gadget and strongly suggested “suck my dick.”  And just like that, Aiden batted not an eye or took offense but bent over—all naked and freshly clean from the shower—and sucked Dim’s dick.
	No one else was about—no one close anyways.
	Three-four sucks and Dmitri had the boy stand back up—but remained mindless.  It was a dare and a further confidence in the machine—‘give me your ass.’
	And just like that, Aiden turned presenting his ass.
	Dmitri rubbed his freshly sucked cock onto Aiden’s lily white ass—then got serious about it and went up and down the boy’s crack having Aiden “bend over” and “take it”!
	Not full penetration but “close counts.”
	Dim was turned on.
	Fuck science!  As soon as the 6th period class of lollygaggers logged out and the 7th period fellows piled in, changed into their gym clothes and got out to the field, Dmitri escorted mindless Aiden to the shower area and sodomized him.  It seemed like the thing to do—Dmitri resoundly denied being a homo; he was not gay but—
	It was just sex.
	It was just for pleasure’s sake—and control; power!
	With his cock all soaped up—and fingering Aiden’s crapper, penetration was fairly easy.  And while humping his not-so-best friend—it came to Dim to add—er, aid Aiden.  And by that; Aiden Grosstoes was the school’s top golfer; he sucked at basketball, couldn’t throw a baseball, encountered the tennis net on more than one occasion, and was dangerous playing handball.  But golf?  He excelled.
 	But of late, though, Aiden had been to falter and was teetering on missing the next cut and thus spoiling the Darnitall High’s hopes of national recognition.  A lot of pressure on Aiden and he was beginning to crack.  Devious Dmitri thunk up a mischievous plan of retribution.
	While sodomizing Aiden,
	‘shove the stick of your golf clubs up your ass!’
	The handle of each club in his primary set, that would be 14 club handles, were destined for Aiden’s ass each night for the next week until Friday afternoon at the local country club golf course.  Each handle, all fourteen, would be lubricated with petroleum jelly substance and then “up the ass” for five minutes—in and out ‘just like sex!’
	After thoroughly fucking Aiden’s ass, Dmitri finished soaping up and then rinsing off.  Back at their lockers—it just came over Dim and he took Aiden to himself again some more; bringing Aiden’s freshly cleaned naked body to him, groping and fondling, fingering and smoothing his hand all over the boy’s ass, cock, and balls.  
	Then, to ensure to himself, Dim had Aiden “lick his asshole!”  He did!
	And Aiden did, too!
	(Ok, so maybe Dmitri was a little gay…)

*

Have EMAD will corrupt
	Dmitri’s Dad worked at an agricultural warehouse as a foreman.  And for years, Dim’s Mom had been a simple “housewife” despite having a college education.  She had taught piano and music appreciation at a local school but after budget cutbacks it was private music tutoring.
	Finally, though, after some years of lounging she was re-hired and back on the workforce—leaving Dmitri alone time at the family house after school session.  Perfect timing.  Quickly and did he bring Aiden to the house for a little more extensive “one-on-one” session—privately.
	Looking at the standing naked Aiden and Dmitri couldn’t figure it; what the draw was about guy-on-guy.  But there was more to it than “looks.”  Lots more.  Dmitri stepped up to the mind-stunned Aiden and clutched him—then groped him.  fondling of the boy’s ass, caressing him “all over” and just shy of kissing him got Dmitri “hard.”
	Very hard.
	And passion soon followed.

	Then, laying/positioning Aiden on the bed, on his stomach, and Dmitri’s lust increased ten-fold!  Just by staring at the naked friend’s ass and Dmitri was sexually in the want!  So, for the next few minutes he lay on the boy just “laying on him”—loving on him.
	(but he wasn’t gay!)
	After half an hour of non-gay loving, followed by a few minutes of spanking, Dmitri greased up a club, a 9-iron.  Fourteen clubs there were; a driver, a putter, two fairway woods, and the iron class.  Each club would get a generous lubrication of grease then gently eased into Aiden’s pucker puck hole.
	The act of stuffing Aiden’s hole with his set of clubs got Dmitri extremely hard.  He also realized just how good his minding device worked!  It worked well—really-really well.  And after (during) playing the full set of clubs on one hole—Dmitri found himself fully aroused.  So what a non-gay guy to do?  Lube up his Wood of course; and play the final hole with the final tee-shot.

	Then there was Ellen.
	And Jill.
	And Shelly.
	And Sally.  (girlfriend)
	Then back to Patricia Jane.
	But first, Ellen!
	Ellen was Aiden’s personal girlfriend.  Aiden did boast that he had had sex with Ellen; she gave him head, hand-jobs, and took it up the ass, too!  Dim was impressed but always wondered if Aiden was giving him the full poop.  
	Ellen Brickface was a skinny gal, nearly six foot tall, apple sized titties.  But she was cute just the same, friendly, a bit of an overbite, laughed a lot in spite of the overbite, strawberry blond long straight hair.  She was nice, very friendly, outgoing, and Dmitri wanted to see her naked.
	Have EMAD and wishes cum true!

	A dorky-geeky girl, on the debate team, spoke three other languages, was a little help in basketball and volleyball, and had flaming red pubes.  Dmitri was awed by the “amount” of pubes covering the girl’s poon—no trimming there!  The mound was nice and inviting—after Dmitri had gazed upon the nude girl long enough after stripping her down—he mounted her.
	Laying on HIS bed beside Aiden, Dmitri Tsugua schluffed Ellen.
	She was a good fuck, a decent fuck—and while he was stuffing her he posed a question:  ‘do you take it (dick) up the ass?’
	Answer:  “yes.”

	With the EMAD right there at hand—more questions followed.
	Like,
	‘do you suck?’
	‘do you fingering yourself?’
	‘do you and Aiden fuck?’
	‘how old were you when you first got laid?’
	‘do you have sex with other girls?’
	Dmitri’s cock slid nicely into Ellen’s cunt; he asked question after question; bemused by the fact that Aiden was laying right there (naked) beside them.  Ellen didn’t have much in the way of “titties” but then again, Dmitri didn’t particularly care for “titties.”  He liked ‘em small, not overly flat chested but small.
	Ellen and Aiden were having a sexual relationship.  
	Spreading her legs, Dim examined her scrutinizingly.  He found it queer—er, odd, to be munching on the pubed covered cunt that Aiden’s dick fucked on a semi regular basis.  The boy probably came off on it, too; tongued it, and definitely fucked the hell out of it.  As he slid his own cock into Ellen’s still fuckable fucked fuck hole—he smiled and fondly remembered not so long ago…

Flashback
	(remember—this is a tale being tolt by Sgt. Heely to daughter Helga…)
	(and how he knew about Dmitri’s inner life (flashbacks, etc.)?  uhm…)
	Just a couple of years earlier and Dimmy had a friend—a younger friend by a couple of years who was almost a Best Friend classification.  They hung out mostly at a local park—checking out the girls.  Girls of all ages, shapes, colors, and sizes.  Girls in cheerleader uniforms got the most attention; girls playing nonchalantly not knowing that their tumbling in summer dresses gave cause for perverts a reason to live.
	One day, Dmitri found his friend at the park ogling young girls frolicking at the spray water park—young girls, teenage girls, girls unaware of their skimpy swimsuits giving perverts a reason to live.  It happened to be Eon Sorbone’s birthday, he was eleven.
	“Hey, perv,” Dmitri said coming up and plopping down beside his young friend, “gotcha something.” He smiled and handed a flat brown paper bag to the birthday boy.
	“Holy shit!” blurted Eon as he peered within, “Holy shit!  Holy shit!  Holy shit!” a skin magazine was within, a popular brand where nothing was held back.
	“What’d your parents get you?”
	Eon rolled his eyes, “Fucking ice cream cake, a remote truck, a movie ticket, and hiking boots.”
	“Remote truck?”
	“Yeah, already broke the fucker!” Eon laughed, “Launched it off the back porch—it flew pretty good and smacked into the tree!”  Dmitri laughed and the two checked out the glossy pages of the skin mag until they got very aroused.  With the young girls flipping around and some with their swim wear barely there—the boys scurried to be behind the bathrooms where a shrub fence was.  There they were more private and felt more at ease to whip out their schlongs and beat off.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” blurted out Eon when the older Dmitri hauled out his meat.  He compared his to his friend’s—there was no comparison; Dmitri Tsugua had serious dick meat.
	Dmitri blushed and banged his cock in the air, pulling the skin back making his more than average cock even bigger.  Eon’s staring (ogling) of Dmitri’s sizeable teenage cock made him a little uncomfortable but also proud.  
	The voices of kids too near also made Dim uncomfortable.
	“We need to go some place more private.”
	“Let’s just go to my house,” Eon said, “no one’s there now.”
	“Works for me!”

Sanctuary of Gaydom
	Eon grabbed some beers from the family fridge before going down into the basement.  The basement was a “project in progress” soon to become a game room.  It was mostly unfinished—and mostly a mess.  Before Eon’s dad started the project it was a place where Eon went and hid, ogled nudy books, and jerked off in private.  He still did but had to go thru a maze of construction crap to get to his private area.
	With some well placed sheet rock the boys were secure—the parental units were at work and no one else was home.  A single bare bulb provided adequate light.  Eon wasted no time—pushed his pants and underwear down and after a quick slurp of beer began perusing the glossy pages of the skin mag.
	“Son-of-a-fucking-bitch!” he blurted out.
	Dmitri sucked on his beer and felt comfortable enough to haul out his fuck stick and pleasure it.  It was the first time the two had done such a thing; usually they just ogled the bitches they saw and gouged the heel of their hands to the burgeoning bone in their pants.
	Jacking off with another dude present didn’t mean you were gay.
	Eon drooled over the naked bitches in the magazine; girls spread eagled, on their hands and knees spreading their cheeks revealing their assholes and hairless cunts; laying out masturbating, peeing, and taking big black dicks.

	“Holy fucking ass crackers!” Eon exclaimed with a big sheepish grin.  He gripped his bone and eyed the mambo dick slamming up into a naked red head; then he casually checked Dmitri’s dong—Dmitri’s mighty dong.  A little embarrassed but also mightily proud—and coupled with being secretively hidden, Dmitri began to strong hand his favorite organ, flopping it and stretching the skin of the flute even more.
	Young Eon was in awe.
	“Can I touch it?”
	Dmitri blinked his eyes, ‘what you say, faggot?’
	Then again, looking around just for security’s sake, “Sure.”
	Eon stretched out his hand—they were in pretty close proximity anyways so it wasn’t much of a stretch.  Anyways,
	“Wow.” said Eon, “Nice.”
	Then, the young birthday boy began stroking the more than average teenage cock—up and down—UP and DOWN—UP AND DOWN AND UP AND DOWN until such a time as Dmitri felt the stirrings of ultimate male pleasure.  He had a choice—either stop his young friend from completing the task at hand—or let him.
	“I’m gonna cum!” Dmitri exclaimed.  He squeezed his dick at the base, placed a hand on his hip and wished upon wishes his dick was in a bitch’s pussy instead of his best friend’s hand.
	Eon dropped to his knees and with one hand working his own organ he brought Dmitri off.  Squirt after squirt splashed onto Eon’s handsome boyish face.  He didn’t seem to care—wave after wave of cum blasted out of Dim’s dick jetting onto Eon’s forehead, chin, mouth, nose, eyes, and hair.
	And Eon didn’t seem to mind!
	And the pleasures continued…
	Despite being baffled by his young friend’s deep appreciation for Dmitri’s schlong and never minding the splooge wash, Dmitri participated willingly in the realm of gaydom.  That is to say, when young friend Eon expressed his desire to “play” with Dim’s dick, Dmitri shrugged indifference saying,
	“Knock yourself out!”
	And Eon did take Dmitri’s prong, whacked it a little more, then put his lips to the cum jutting sputterer—then engulfed the saucey member sucking it like he apparently knew how.
	Eon sucked—and sucked—and then sucked some more before getting another squirt of liquid goo but this time fully into his mouth.  Then, apparently after swallowing, the youth stood up and asked, “Can I jack off onto your balls?”
	Dmitri blinked his eyes trying to understand what was just said to him; then, as before, shrugged and said, “Knock yourself out!”

	The blowjob was one thing; but Dmitri was further blown by the ball washing.  After successfully and well successfully jerking off his young pud, Eon Sorbone engulfed Dim’s balls and sucked ‘em clean!
	Holy fucking ass crackers!
	But wait!  There’s more!
	Eon stood giggling, blowing Dmitri’s mind to the max—then the young friend quipped,  “wanna fuck my ass!?”
	Is the Pope Catholic?
	Do bears shit in the woods?
	Will the government really come help me when I need them to?
	Dimmy took a turn at reaming Eon’s asshole—he liked it, it felt good, but he wasn’t gay…

*
Spy me this—spy me that
	She was approximately four years young; beautiful face with a curious outlook etched thereon.  Long mid back length brown hair, thick and shiny; a unique lip/mouth action when she spoke; wearing a short barely knee-length blue kiddie dress with red pockets.  A pretty girl, her name was Samantha, and she was a budding artist as she stood at a kiddie easel painting her latest masterpiece.
	Behind her at a breakfast table in a modest kitchen of a modest house in the countryside of Germany near a US military base, Grandpa Tom Uckalitle made typical peanut butter sandwiches.  After crafting the afternoon treat he called for his granddaughter who skipped merrily to the table.
	“Oh what have we here!?” chirped the balding retired military officer but was still an “advisor” in some capacity.  Little Samantha jumped up to see over the table to the treat and giggled.  Tom drew some sort of design in the thick peanut butter, smoothed it over and created a letter of the alphabet (S).  He smiled at his very pretty granddaughter,
	“S for SUPERGIRL!  Or S for Samantha!” going over the top just a little with his enthusiasm.  All for show and for his young granddaughter who gushed, giggled, and exclaimed, “Oh Grandpa, it’s just a sammich!”
	She was sooooo cute!
	A glass of milk accompanied the “sammich”; afterwards, the two washed their hands and cleaned up the crumbs from the table.  Then,
	Grandpa Tom, like many other “grandpas” in this never ending tale hugged Samantha—hugged her well, too.  One hand went slowly and sneakingly up inside her short dress cupping her sweet little four year old butt; the other hand pressed to his rapidly increasing boner inside his beige trousers.

	The hugging intensified with Samantha’s dress being lifted up more and her little kiddies panties of powder blue being slid down!  Tom scooped up the young granddaughter, swung her around until centrifugal force took the girl’s panties to her ankles.  The child seemed oblivious—she giggled, weeeed, and carried on as a young granddaughter should.  Grandpa Tom, however; carried not quite as a grandpa should.  After swinging Samantha around and around, her panties finally coming off her ankles,
	Tom laid Samantha onto the freshly cleaned breakfast table, stole a look around for security’s sake as there were windows in the kitchen but no close neighbors (in the countryside).  Tom tickled Samantha, she was ticklish all over and Tom knew it—and it didn’t take long before he had the little giggly child’s dress off, too!
	Once nude, Tom wasted no more time and “went down” on her, sucking on her little pussy; blowing on it like he would if on her belly or elsewhere.  Samantha was completely oblivious to the naughty business—which was good ‘cause the naughty grandpa kicked it up a notch by zapping her unawares mind with a mind altering device (electronical.)
	Yes, everyone has an EMAD.
	The Device was small, very small, fitted into the palm of the hand; was round, and had the simple ability of mind stunning and not much more.  But Mind Stunning was enough.  As soon as Samantha calmed down and lay perfectly still, Tom fished out his cock and pressed it to her young adorable pussy.  There he did gouge and hump to his glorious content.

	Afterwards,
	No penetration but a lot of pent up cum.  Little Samantha lay in a dazed state of being, Tom would have preferred her to be a little more “lively” but then she would most likely tell her mother and anyone else about the “special” play she and her grampa did like children often do—blabbing secrets without knowing they were blabbing secrets.
	After the significant splooge spill, Tom needed a bit of a rest.  He stepped back and flogged his naughty dog, gazing upon his naked granddaughter (and his cum spew glistening on her bald naked cunt!)  It could be seen the lust in his eyes; deeply did the naughty grandpa want to FUCK his naked granddaughter.
	He settled for humping against her; raising her legs and poking her asshole, rubbing his aching prong all over her cheeks, up and down the crack, and to the small virginal slit.  Slowly he moved the little girl into his arms where he hugged her, cupped her butt and desired even moreso to fuck her.

	But he didn’t.
	He did, though, take her to her bedroom where he lay beside her fingering her pussy, humping her hip, then finally shucking his slacks and under, then mounting her chest.  With a hand to the back of her pretty little head he moved her up to where her lips could “kiss” his cum squirter.
	Slowly and did Tom insert his cock into her mouth and got her to suck.
	At first, when Samantha began sucking it frightened Tom; he was shocked at her ability and wondered if she were “awake.”  He pulled out of her mouth and watched her beautiful blue eyes.
	She made no indication whatsoever that she knew what was going on.
	Tom humped her face, laying his dick right up against the side of her nose and pressing hard, gouging and straining until he began to act as if he were fucking.  His balls were right up against her mouth and nostrils!
	Somehow—somehow still he managed to keep from shoving his meat into her pussy.  But the desire to do so was great.  Very great.  He did turn her over and hump her ass; finding that even spanking her resulted in the knowledge that the small minding device worked well to keep her mind numb.
	After several swats and a bright red ass, Tom humped her ass—the cheeks and crack (with a few pokes and prods to her hole for good measure.)  Then it was back into her mouth until ejaculation.  He made a mighty noise of subjection, panted, heaved, and emptied all of his ball juice into his sweet innocent granddaughter.
	Then he heard a car door slam!
	His daughter and other granddaughter were home.
	And granddaughter Samantha’s clothes were on the kitchen floor!

	Barely had time to dress did Tom; he pulled up his slacks and raced in a dire panic to the kitchen scooping up Samantha’s cast off panties and dress.  But too late, daughter Margret and eight year old granddaughter Melinda were coming thru the door armed with groceries.
	The arm load of groceries was what helped block what Tom was doing.
	And as soon as daughter and granddaughter were in—Tom zapped them.
	Seemed the thing to do.
	The gabbing of daughter and granddaughter suddenly stopped.  Tom sighed relief—that had been close.  He stood still for a moment clutching Samantha’s panties and dress in one hand, the EMAD in the other—and cum dripping down his legs.

	His own daughter stood mindless carrying three bags of groceries.
	Granddaughter Melinda was eight years young, slender body, plaid knee-length dress, dark brown hair almost to the small of her back.  She had enjoyable features—especially when she smiled and giggled.  Tom’s dong stiffened and slowly he took the groceries from her and then from his daughter.
	Then he faced them, wavered his hand before their faces, snapped his fingers, then stepped behind Melinda and made a “fart” sound with his hands.  Melinda—who usually cracked up with “fart” sounds didn’t budge or make a sound whatsoever.
	Reaching around the young girl, Tom patted her chest.  With Melinda, she was ok with being petted, patted, but was wary about allowing her hands-on grandpa free reign of her body.  Tom blamed society for his granddaughter’s mistrust.  On his knees he moved his hands up under her dress, patted her all over then lowered her panties.  
	It seemed the thing to do.

	If she were a couple of years older, twelve or so, yeah—he would have risked it and fucked her.  But he settled for gouging the eight year old’s pussy with his grandfatherly cock and reeling in it.  Sure, as a grandfather he had seen the child naked before—he had given her baths, wiped her, dressed her.  Same to her sister, Samantha—same with their mother, too.
	But with the minding device he was able to kick it up a notch.
	Stripping the girl naked was a joy—gazing upon her naked body was another joy.  Licking out her pussy, spreading her young legs and devouring her with his lustful eyes—pure joy.  And after much fingering and licking he placed his wicked hard-on against her and humped a good hump.  And after cumming all over her bald poon he went to his still standing in the kitchen daughter.
	She wore tan slacks.  36Cs; auburn hair just to the shoulders; blazing blue eyes; and at twelve he had caught her naked on her bed “just a gettin’ after it!”  It was the last time he got to see her naked; thru her teen years he saw her in her underwear, brief glimpses of nudity, no panties while wearing a long tee-shirt for bed wear, and so on.
	Standing before her naked, his cock at half mast, cum dripping from its piss slit, he smiled and fondled her 36C globes, tweaked the nipples and marveled at his minding toy.  Then, then came down the slacks and peach colored panties.  Long had he desired to have his way with his daughter.  The last time he had spanked her?  Hmmm, twelve?  When she had been caught cheating on a school test?  Stayed out late with a boy?  Lied about some money she had she couldn’t explain where she got it from?

	Her muffin was nice; neatly trimmed, soft pubes lightly concealing her fuckable fucking cunt.  Tom embraced his daughter, cupped her ass and then smacked it before squeezing; his cock pressed right up against her belly.  Then he angled the manly manhood against his daughter’s body, inching it down to her womanness.
	Moments later and the woman was laid out across the breakfast table as had sweet Samantha been earlier.  She was older and therefore more fuckable than Samantha and Melinda.  It was a ream cum true—how long had he fantasized about putting his daddy tool into her crevice.  (Answer:  A long damn time.)
	Eating her pussy out was not as enjoyable as it was licking out her daughters, but it was ok.  Tom nipped the lips, licked and lapped all over stimulating the pussy before applying his prong and settling in for a good long fuck.
	As he put it to her, he thought of the many suitors the girl had had when she was young.  Lucky-lucky boys.  When had she lost her virginity?  Did she take it up the ass?  Give head, hand jobs?  Into water sports?  Group sex?  Anything with any of her girlfriends?  Long had Tom thought funny business was between daughter and some of her girlfriends.  Long had Tom wanted to be a part of that.
	Finally the orgasm long due in cumming came—and there was a lot of it.  The orgasm was lasting, too.  The feeling tingled throughout his body, orgasmic shudders seethed up and down his aged body stimulating him in ways he had long thought gone.
	Meanwhile, in the girls’ bedroom, Samantha had peed.
	Tom left Margret and returned to the girls’ bedroom, found little Samantha had pissed herself.  There was a little puddle ‘neath her ass; Tom scooped the mindless child up and whisked her into the hall bathroom where they both enjoyed a bath—well, Tom enjoyed it; Samantha was oblivious.
	After drying her, he held her; so much love (the naughty kind) there was!  Her entire body he admired; his hands went up and down and all around.  Patting and squeezing her ass was one thing, ogling her was one thing, fingering her pussy was one thing—but lusting was something else.
	Taking a shared bath with her was something else, too!
	After all dry, he brushed her hair—many times had she sat on his lap and he brushed her long lovely hair.  Many times did he have a hard-on and many times did he slyly rub the head of his cock against her ass and crotch as she sat wiggling on him—and off to slumber land.  Samantha didn’t like pajamas but preferred nightgowns or long tee-shirts.  That allowed her naughty grampa to molest her on the sly.
	Melinda liked pajamas but Tom still found ways to have his special fun with her, too.  
	After dressing Samantha, Tom returned to having his way with Melinda; that included locking her ankles and hoisting her legs up so as he could wallop her ass.  He marveled at how the minding device held her mind so; he spanked and spanked and spanked until her little ass was bright red and not a tear one did she shed!
	Just after getting on top of Melinda grinding his cock against her pussy there was an unexpected knock on the front door.  Tom flew into his slacks and grabbed his shirt buttoning it on the fly as he raced to the front door—forgetting his naked daughter on the kitchen table.
	At the door were two MPs.
	Tom stood panting, sweating, and panicking.
	“Sir,” said Lt. Gagme, “there’s been an accident.”
	Tom’s naked-on-the-kitchen-table daughter’s husband, Tom’s son in-law, had been seriously injured in a military helicopter crash.  That’ll put a damper on your orgasmic bliss.

*

Friends you know but don’t know
	Sometime between high school and current occupation, Dmitri encountered Becky Houstopolis.  Becky was a next door neighbor, married to a Greek guy who was a up and coming rock and roller; he had a small band and toured all over trying to make a name for themselves.  They had twin boys, five years young and very adorable.  The Houstopolis family was a blended family; in that that Becky and hubby, Jessie, lived with hubby’s brother in-law.  The brother in-law’s wife died in a car accident and he was raising his three girls on his own.
	Enter Dmitri Tsugua.  With his minding device still with him since high school, being a nuisance was a “part of life” for the young man.  College and life career were still an illusion and not yet a part of his thoughts.  He still lived at home but had a job at a warehouse.  Upgrades were made to the EMAD, minor adjustments, and so on.
	Since high school, though, Dmitri had lessoned his use of the minding gadget; he had misgivings and other stray thoughts interrupting his pursuit of ultimate pleasures.  Also, the EMAD had begun sporadic unannounced shut-downs.  Some close calls there were, too.
	High school, though, had been a trip—
	Patricia Jane Gougehole favored in his dreams and fantasies just about all the time.  It was more than an obsession—much more.  And he thought that even after fucking her, doing whatever he wanted with her—to her, he still would be hot for her.  There was just something about her that he couldn’t shake.

	Becky Houstopolis held a certain place in his perverted soul, too.  She was tall, slender, pretty, and was not offended by dirty joke (she could also spin her own!)  With Becky, Dim had a good rapport and more than once he babysat for the twins when Danny’s girls, Doreen Jo (DJ) or Stacie weren’t available.  There, too, was ten year old Maggie.
	Now, with DJ, Stacie, and Maggie living right next door—Dimmy didn’t go after them as much as he thought he should.  They were friends—but so was the family on the other side of Dim’s house (and he had his fun with that family’s little girl more than once!)
	It isn’t to say that Dmitri DIDN’T fool with the Suxtobeeu family’s girls, but there were many-many options so there was plenty to go around.  It was just boiled down to “just opportunity.”  When the girls were close, alone, or he was actually in their house and security wasn’t an issure—then, yeah, he took advantage and had his way.  With Doreen Jo, usually it was just seeing her naked, spanking her, fucking her up the ass. cumming onto her face, and that sort.  She was a virgin even up into her teen years.
	At twelve, middle sister Stacie became very aware during an episode of “touchy-feely” even though her young mind had been supposedly overwhelmed by Dim’s EMAD.  Thankfully there was an Emergency button on the minding gadget that when pressed caused an overwhelming zap to the Subject’s mind.  Problem was, though, the length of time was an issue—sometimes the mind zapped would remain “off-line” for a few minutes or a few hours.  There was no indication when the zapped mind when return to normal mode so it was a last resort sort of emergency.	But an emergency is an emergency—when the Subject begins “waking” while she’s all spread out on a bed naked…
	With the youngest Suxtobeeu, Maggie, Dmitri had only begun being naughty with her—getting her naked, licking her pussy out, fingering her, spanking, and that sort.  The EMAD had begun cycling in and out of phase (working and not working) leaving Dim with doubts of its abilities.  Being caught in the middle of mischievous business was not a good thing.
	So, for awhile until he could figure out and ascertain what was wrong with the nifty mind altering device (electronical) it was best that the Device be shelved.  Meanwhile, at the Suxtobeeu and Houstopolis house—
	Dmitri wasn’t the only one who was into spying—and proliferated from doing so.  Danny Suxtobeeu had a dark side, a misaligned side.  He didn’t have a mind altering device himself but used a natural ability at spying on his household.  Luckily, as far as Dim knew, he (Danny) wasn’t aware of Dim’s visits (and what he did while visiting.)

	Anyhow,
	Danny spied on Becky and then confronted her.  He claimed he had what he had seen her doing on video—one of the technology type mini video cameras of the day.  She was greatly alarmed, horrified, and a little bit pissed off—but she couldn’t take the chance that he was lying.  What Danny claimed to have on the mini camera was Becky bathing with her boys.
	Not too harmful or illicit—although the boys were five years young and she was completely nude with them.
	Then there were the times they slept together for an afternoon nap—nude.
	There, too, were the times where Becky placed the boys between her legs.
	Not quite the wholesome family Becky made them out to be.
	So, to keep quiet about what he knew—Danny wanted Becky to “play” with him—to do in essence with him what she had been doing with the boys.  Becky wasn’t pleased in the least but went along with the scheming blackmailing bastard until she could come up with something better.
	Danny firstly wanted to spank Becky—seemed a fitting thing to do.  As soon as the house was clear and the twin boys of Becky’s were napping—Becky laid across Danny’s lap in his bedroom, pants and panties at her ankles.  Becky explained later (to Dmitri) that Danny did spank Doreen and Stacie but hadn’t in a long time.  
	“And Maggie?” Dim asked.
	Becky shrugged; not so far as she knew.
	“Pants on, pants off?” Dim further inquired—wanting to know if the girls when spanked got spanked with their clothes on or off.
	The spanks occurred behind closed doors and with Becky being new to the family the girls didn’t share the tidbits of what went on in the house.  Dmitri made a mental note to find out the inner goings on in the Suxtobeu house—inquiring minds wanted to know!
	After spanking—
	Becky stripped naked and sucked Danny’s cock—just like she did to Alex and Andy (the twins.)  Danny licked out Becky’s shaven clean cunt—and managed to bring Becky to a delicious orgasm!  Oh how she strove not to cum and be satisfied by a mere licking out; but Danny’s tongue was too talented and she succumbed to orgasm.
	While she wallowed in the event—Danny mounted her and slipped his dick into her for a full five minute fuck.  During that time she came two more times!  Afterwards, they showered and Danny took the backroad…

	Although the fucking, and even the spanking, was undeniable good—Becky was infused with a high degree of pissed offedness.  The gall, the audacity, all of it was too much.  She teetered on the brink of acceptance—and something evil; no man (or machine) had been able to bring her to such orgasmic status such as Danny.
	But she couldn’t tolerate his abusing her; using her, blackmailing her.  And when he came after again—to get naked in the kitchen and present herself to him, Becky wanged him upside the head with a heacy 10-inch cast iron skillet.  It seemed the thing to do.  Danny’s girls were staying the night at other peoples’ homes so only Becky and the twins were about.   It was late evening so the twins were already tucked in bed.
	Danny’s wanton shenanigans got him a huge bash to his head.  He twitched a bit—then lay still clumped on the floor.  Becky squatted before the lifeless body of Danny; she nudged him—still clutching the skillet.  Danny didn’t budge—he didn’t moan or make any sign of life.
	“Oh shit!” Becky blurted.  This was not good.

That bedfellow is strange (but he’ll do in a pinch)
	Now, Becky wasn’t a Saint but she knew that neighbor teen Dmitri wasn’t one either.  She had seen him escorting young neighbors into his house, into the basement access from the rear of the house, into the bushes in the alley.  No, she hadn’t actually seen him do anything with those young neighbors he escorted, but she was no dummy and deduced as much.
	Inasmuch as Danny was blackmailing her—had been blackmailing her, she didn’t see the same when asking him to help her with a little problem.  She seemed a little panicky but hid it well enough.
	“I-I have a little problem I need your help with.” Becky said after getting Dim’s attention (by tossing small pebbles to his upstairs bedroom.)  It was late evening, Dim’s parents were still up but were early retirers.  Dim wasn’t in school or in college but had a good job so he still lived at home.  He met Becky at the backdoor and she reiterated “I have a little problem—on my kitchen floor.”
	Dmitri was interested and followed the woman (of whom he had always wanted to fuck and fuck hard but hadn’t although he had the means (electronical) to do so.)
	On the kitchen floor was crumbled up Danny Suxtobeeu.
	“There’s my problem.” Becky said clutching herself and beginning to lose control as the realization of what she had done began to sink deeply into her psyche.
	Dim wrinkled his nose, nudged and then kicked the lifeless man; noted the skillet and the huge bump, dent, and welt on the man’s head.
	While Becky squatted and fretted, Dmitri thought and contemplated.
	“Well,” he said at length, “there’s two options.”
	Becky looked to him with hope.
	“You can leave him here and maybe no one will notice,”
	Becky gave him a look—you know the one.  “Or?”
	“Or we load him into my truck and take him to the desert.”
	Becky blinked her eyes, her pretty brown eyes and lightened up.
	“Option two.” Becky said exasperatedly.

	Out from the city on a well used inner-state highway to the desert 90 minutes; then a cut off road that was well used that went North and South for thirty minutes north of a small but well used desert city arriving at a dirt road Dmitri turned off on that went precariously down to a dry river.  In the middle of the night the desert road between the small desert city and the northern cities more popular due to the mountains, lakes, and casinos the area was as lifeless as the cargo.
	Becky had been rather quiet during the trip; her twin boys snuggled up against her, the radio playing country music, the hiway tires humming thru the night, a dead body in the cargo bed…

	After checking up under the bridge abutments (for security’s sake), Dmitri hauled Danny’s body down to the sand to about the middle of the dry river.  Becky remained with the truck.  She had done enough.  Dimmy made a deep well to dump Danny; the surface was made smooth to make it look like a body was not some feet under.  Thereafter he sat on the bank contemplating.
	Becky slowly made her way to him and sat beside him.
	“Done?”
	“Yep.”
	Now what?
	To the East and the horizon beyond the Sierra Mountains began to lighten.
	What about Danny’s girls?  How to explain Danny’s suddenly ‘Up and Gone’?  Questions-questions-questions.  No answers.  With a yawn—accompanied by a fart, Dmitri stood, stretched, and made way to his truck.  Becky followed.  Alex and Andy had been sleeping—had.  They were awake and fussy and their mother wasn’t in the mood to deal with them.  She broke down a few feet from the truck causing Dim to backtrack and console her.
	Thirty minutes later and with the boys crying and being fussy they were on their way out of the area.  Becky managed to sigh and try and get a grip of herself.
	“I don’t know what to do.” she said shaking her head and in deep thought.
	“Well, to start, uhm—you just have to adopt the girls.”
	Becky nodded and understood that—for three years she had been the girls’ “aunt” by marriage.  
	“But what about Danny?”
	“What about him?” that was cold.
	It was going to be complicated—explaining the “sudden” disappearance of Danny.  Danny Suxtobeeu, family man, well known man, prompt and ultra clean freak Danny—not known to “suddenly” disappear.  But strange things happened all the time. 
	At the turn-off to the road that went to the small mountain town at the 4,000 foot level and then on to their city, Dim kept going on to the small desert town favored mostly by traveling tourists and truckers.  Becky didn’t ask any questions—she was just “along for the ride.”
	First stop was at a popular chain restaurant for breakfast.
	Second stop was at a park to let the boys play.
	“We’ve got to get home soon.” Becky said—her thoughts were muddled and befuddled.  She had killed Danny!  He was blackmailing her, sure; he was having his way with her but still…
	“The only one that might possibly come home early is Maggie,” Becky added, “DJ and Stacie have stuff to do after their sleepover.”  DJ and girlfriends were at the beach and not likely to traipse back home until the afternoon—late afternoon and more closely to evening type time.
	“Gives us a little breathing room.”
	It still didn’t help.
	Becky sighed; Dmitri withheld a fart and locked eyes on a cute little girl.
	“Son-of-a-bitch she’s cute!” and she was.
	Becky noted the girl and gouged Dim in the side quipping, “Pervert!”
	Dim smiled and leaned forward, then leaned back in some agony.  Becky noted Dim’s bulge and gave him the look of “how could you”.  She shook her head and watched the Target romp about the large park where there were many parents, dogs, and other children.

	Next stop:  the No-Tell Motel
	The structure was a square “C” two story place; Becky got a room that was “in the back” whereas there would be little notice of the “extras” she had not put down on the registar.
	Little Alex and Andy were still wound up and in a playing mood; Dmitri was in a “playing mood” himself—perpetuated by the little five year old girl he had “acquired” from the park.  Becky was awed and deeply amazed at his gall, his lack of morals, his choice over other “older” girls, and the minding device.

	The little girl, Amy, was indeed a cutey:  blond hair, blue eyes, sweet innocent face, blue kiddie dress.  Becky was in awe at his audacity.  Dmitri took it all in stride and cuddle the little girl giving Becky a sly mischievous grin.  Becky shook her head not believing what was happening.
	“Boys look like they’re hot.” Dim said gazing at the boys, then back to their mother.  “So do you!” he added; then, in a fluidic motion whipped the Amy’s dress off leaving her in powder blue panties.  Patting the little girl’s butt, Dim smiled and held her between his legs as they sat in the room’s chair at the table.
	Becky was astounded—but it slowly sunk in on her what Dimmy was getting at.
	“Are you boys hot?” Becky asked her still-in-the-mood-for-playing boys.
	The boys yelled “YEAH!” but didn’t really know what for.
	Becky pulled off their shirts and got them out of their shoes—then held up a second or two; checked Dmitri who had pulled down Amy’s panties and had her on his lap cuddling her to him.  Dim and Becky locked eyes—Becky breathed hard, contemplated, and fell prey to Dim’s wily ways;
	“Might as well strip ‘em; get their pants off—and underwear.”
	“Might as well take off YOUR clothes, too!”
	Dim held the mindless Amy to himself, patting and cuddling her tender little butt—watching as Becky stripped her sons naked and then undressed herself.  No EMAD was used!
	Once the boys, and their mother, were shed of their clothing, Dim stood and deposited the naked Amy into Becky’s arms.  Alex and Andy raced about nakedly playing tag and being typical naked five year old boys.  Dim stripped off his clothes and sported quite the adequate boner.  Becky locked eyes on the cum squirter.  Dim took back his prize and settled on one of the two beds positioning little Amy right on his engorged manhood.  Then he patted her butt, squeezed the cheeks, and grinded her pussy onto his throbbing prong.
	Becky saw it all and marveled with awe.
	Dmitri soon sat up still clutching Amy to him; he looked over the naked Becky, then the naked twins and gave a wavering sly Devil’s smile.  Becky seemed a little nervous but corralled her boys and laying out on the bed she got Alex to nestled himself between her legs while Andy came to rest at her face—specifically her mouth.
	Dimmy’s view was fantastic—naked five year old Alex nuzzling his little five year old pud against his Mom’s cunt.  It was quite a view—naked Alex’s ass, his balls cinched up tight against the pussy that had bore him, his trained schlong grinding against that pussy that had bore him.  It gave Dim serious wood!

	As young Alex and Andy licked out on their Mother’s cunt—Dmitri rubbed-rubbed-rubbed hard against Amy’s poon until shooting off a massive wad.  He groaned big as the sticky ooze squirted out.  His outburst caused Becky to sit up and take note.  Dim heaved and heaved then turned the naked child he had just cum blasted and gave Becky “a look.”
	Becky eyed the glistening mess on Amy’s cunt then moved slowly to “assume the position” and licked the girl’s cunt clean.  She did!  Dim held Amy’s legs open and Becky went straightaway to cleaning the splooge from her young snatch.  Dim was well pleased and was pleased further when after Becky had cleaned up the splooge field—she took Dim’s cock into her mouth and sucked-sucked-sucked.

	After a phone call to the Suxtobeeu girls to find out their status, Becky and the boys napped.  Meanwhile, Dmitri returned Amy to society—to a town further down from the desert city and—
	acquired another from that town further down from the desert city.

	Mary Anne
	Becky awoke from her nap; not fully refreshed but rested.  There were still the plagues of what she had done ravaging her mind.  There were consequences and lack of foresight weighing on her; she had Danny’s girls to contend with, her husband, and her own psyche.
	Dmitri just arrived baring snacks, drinks, and a thirteen year old girl.
	Mary Anne.  Long brown hair, supple breasts, tight jeans.
	A pretty girl, soft features, brown eyes, lovely.
	Alex and Andy, still nude, awoke from their nap, too; Becky, also still nude, hustled them to the bathroom.  When she returned, newcomer Mary Anne was topless and Dmitri was nude!
	--and Dmitri was nude standing behind her fondling her very lovely teenage breasts.
	“Have you ever wanted to do anything with DJ?” Dim asked casually.
	Mary Anne stood absolutely mindless, still, unaware of having her breasts squeezed, tweaked, and fondled.  Dim’s cock rubbed tenaciously all over her teenage ass still clad in her jeans.
	Becky sat on the bed with Alex on her lap and the boys fussing with one another mulling over Dim’s question.  Without looking at him, no locking of eyes, she nodded, “Yeah, kind of.”
	Dim smiled and unhitched Mary Anne’s pants.
	“And Stacie?”
	“And Stacie.”

	And Maggie, too!
	Dim was glad to hear that.  Going to his knees behind Mary Anne he lowered the girl’s pants pressing his face against her ass.  Becky held Alex to her while Andy laid against her backside still fussing with his brother.  Becky cupped a hand to Alex’s bare butt watching intently at Dmitri’s doing.
	Slowly—like he had time, Dmitri eased Mary Anne’s panties of basic white bikini down to her ankles.  Then he licked her butt.  The girl’s nakedness got Becky a little hot and bothered, too.  While clutching her boys to herself with one hand—she frigged herself with the other.  Dmitri got Mary Anne to stepped out of her clothes and laid her out on the bed; then he opened her legs.
	“That’s a nice pussy.” Becky quipped.
	Dmitri fingered Mary Anne’s pussy then nestled himself beside her—slipping his dick into her mouth.  With a hand behind her head he moved her back and forth taking every inch of his throbbing hard manhood.  Becky’s eyes were locked solely on Dim’s doings; soon he moved to straddle the girl’s chest placing his dick between her tits for a moment or two of titty fucking before inching down to slowly ease into her sex.
	As Dmitri went into the girl, he casually checked over his shoulder—Becky was furiously fingering herself having her boys hump her as well—although the boys were on each side of her humping her breasts, sides, and so on.  Dim moved Mary Anne’s legs and re-angled himself and the girl (who was NOT a virgin) and began to fuck with a dogged furor.
	When done, he lay on his backside heaving—cum still squirting from his cock.  Becky moved the boys off of her and had a choice—Mary Anne or Dmitri?  She went to Mary Anne’s cum soaked cunt first and licked-licked-licked while masturbating Dim’s cock (and wishing she had another hand to finger her pussy!)
	At length, though, Becky could stand it no longer and got her sons to help out the cause.  With Alex behind her humping on her butt and Andy beneath her licking out her cunt—Becky was a happy woman and returned to cleaning off Mary Anne’s pussy.
	Dmitri was happy, too.

Horny is as horny does (whatever the hell that’s supposed to mean)
	Ménage a twat!  Dimmy gave Mary Anne SUCH a fuck!  She came herself, her nipples perked up, she moaned, twisted, arched her back, undulated all over, and succumbed to her own orgasm—much to Becky’s delight.  Minutes after Dim had fucked the girl and lay off beside her allowing Becky to muff dive, Dim was back on the girl fucking her brains out for a second round.  This time, though, he was aided by Becky.

	Andy lay wiggling underneath her licking her pussy like he had been taught how; humping up against her backside and ass was Alex.  Becky drove her tongue all over Dim’s ass, sucked his balls up thru his legs, and then spanked him as he fucked-fucked-fucked.
	When he came the second time, he lay off Mary Anne again but still mostly right up against her.  Becky slurped on his organ and once more cleaned Mary Anne’s poon.
	Then it was the boys’ turn.
	In retrospect, Becky wished little Amy was still with them—so she could watch her boys fuck her!  A proverbial “shit-eating-grin” came to Dim’s face that wouldn’t wash off for some time to cum.  Becky had a dark-dark naughty side!
	Dim liked!
	While Dim watched, Becky humped her pussy against Mary Anne’s cunt.
	“I wish she was more alive.” Becky said.  
	Dim licked his lips, “I can try.”  But he was wary, upgrades he had made had not worked to so well and had caused the little nifty minding device to “go off-line” and that was a bummer.  In high school he had managed “suggestion” and while screwing this girl and that they had their own minds to operate.  After high school he had tried an upgrade to make the nifty minding device a little stronger, reliable.
	For six months it was off-line and that just sucked royal rocks.
	But when it worked—it worked!
	Laying beside Becky, Dmitri rubbed the bare ass of Andy as he humped and grinded against his Mother.  Becky herself was nearly mindless; she still fretted about the demise of Danny and what would be the future for her and his girls—her life and so on.  Dim wanted her not to fret and thought of somehow using the EMAD on her to diminish some of her concerns and worries.
	In the meantime—
	After Andy got tired and fussy of humping the cunt that had given him passage to life—it was Alex’s turn.  Andy was scooted up his Mother’s body to sit on her chest with his little penis stiffly resting between her mommy globes.  Dmitri rubbed Alex’s ass, patted it, and humped Becky’s side.
	And inasmuch as Dim was obsessed with Mary Anne—so was Becky.
	Muff Diving 101; Becky noshed on Mary Anne’s cunt—and while doing so, Dmitri made it so as the young teen “got into it” and was more lively.  Slight adjustments to the EMAD—very slight, increasing the girl’s “awareness” level in small-small increments and watching for any adverse changes.
	Dim also helped himself to “playing” with the twins…

Porky’s (the day after the other day)
	“We’ve got to get home!” Becky insisted.  A plan had to be installed in regards to Danny’s “sudden” disappearance.  The girls would be home in the evening for the “family gathering” for the Sunday evening meal.  There wasn’t much time.  Dimmy knew that he could “fix” Becky’s mind but it would actually only cause more problems—he knew that Danny’s girls would go nuts if their prompt super clean freak prompt stickler for time management Dad was out-of-the-ordinary “missing.”
	But Dim wasn’t thru with Mary Anne.
	And of course they didn’t get very far back home before finding a new acquisition.  This time, though—it was for Becky more than Dmitri (but moments after “acquiring” Logan Turdburgler there was a special delight for Dimmy, too!
	Tight quarters it was in the truck; it was an extended cab but still, the “extended” part needed more extending.  It would have to do; Mary Anne and Logan occupied the extended cab area parking their kiesters on the bench seat mindless—mindless—mindless.
	Newcomer Megan Slaphole sat beside Dmitri; Alex sat on his Mom’s lap with Andy squashed between her and Megan.  Dim cruised the old truck up to the mountain town at the 4,000 foot level then took an alternate road meandering thru those mountains to a smaller town nestled at the 3,000 foot level.  A lone road was taken after fueling up at the lone gas station where Dim had been many times before going out hunting and fishing with his Dad.  (so his truck was well known and not out of the ordinary—not to mention it blended in with the other redneck trucks in the area.
	“Porky’s?” Becky quipped after passing a sign that said same.
	Dim smiled, stretched, farted, “Yeah, fun place.” Then, “You haven’t heard of it?”
	“No,” answered Becky, “should I?”
	Dim let almost a mile go by before clearing his throat,
	“Well, it’s a special place, (ahem!) way back in the woods—out of the way.”
	“Why?”
	“Well, only certain folk go there.”
	Becky gave him “the look.”
	Dim stretched, didn’t fart, and nodded to the passing scenery:
	Live oak, huge boulders, old billboard signs with nothing on them but crows; a trailer here—a trailer there, an old truck without its hood there; old bass boats; piles of wood piles, a strange scent lingering in the air suggesting barbeque, old wooden homes—some with extra material like corrugated tin, shacks of this and that, chickens and goats wandering wonderingly all over the place; not a lawn mower anywhere and tall grass everywhere—‘ceptin’ where the goats wandered.
	Becky looked over the area; rolling hills, old trees, old people on porches, 
	“A little rundown.” she said at length.
	“There’s another name for that.”
	Becky didn’t get it.
	“Well, you’ll note a lack of black people here; no Mexicans, either.”
	Becky looked around as slowly Dmitri drove thru the little town all scattered about; trailers/mobilehomes up on high hills, a huge water tank with “DANA LICKS GOOD BUTTHOLE”  “GO FALCONS”  “GO FUCK YOURSELF”  “EAT AT DARLA BUTRELLA, JOES FOOD SUX”  “I LUV ELEN BOVERI”
	“Rednecks.” Becky said at last.
	“Bingo.”
	“Soooo, Porky’s is a redneck?” Becky needed clarity.

	Redneck; that glorious absence of sophistication
	Porky a redneck?  Yeah, you could kinda say that.  He was a businessman, a business owner, a farmer, and a fat fuck.  He was a big man—portly.  Tall, round, former US Marine, full time redneck.  He smoked a cigar—a big fat round one, wore a BIG cowboy hat and a BIG belt buckle that had a hog imprinted on it.  There was even a long pink ’59 Cadillac with a hog face on the front grill where a speaker was hidden sounding off a huge hog call.  He was a “good ol’ boy” and was generally surrounded by like same.
	Far out in the sticks on a lake was one of those riverboats.  On this stationary riverboat Walter “Porky” Waluckitch ran his business; a bar, naked bitches dancing on a stage and humping golden poles, bootleg whiskey, and gambling—including slot machines (illegal in the state this takes place in) and other forms of gambling—legal and otherwise.
	The sheriff of the county was aware of Porky’s place, so were a lot of folk.  Governors, statesmen of this nature and that came to Porky’s; mayors, city and county officials—on any given night you could easily find the fire chief, city attorney, and Aunt Flo’ who ran prostitution out of Porky’s Palace of Pleasure.
	Oink!  Oink!  Oink!
	Porky’s riverboat, The Oinkqueen Lulu Lee, sat on Lake Wazu which was fed by several creeks.  One particular creek, Kattyswampass, was left alone—not ventured on by man OR beast.  No one traipsed up Katty creek; no one fished there, no one hunted, no one hiked.
	“Why?” asked Becky.
	“Kinda spooky.” Dmitri replied.  “A whole lot.”
	Anyways,

	Occasionally there were teenage boys seeker the “pleasures” of Porky’s Palace of Pleasure on water; sneaking in with fake IDs mostly.  Some teen boys were ok and accepted—mainly those boys who knew Porky personally.  Illegal whiskey, gambling in a non-gambling state, prostitution, was one thing—selling booze to underage peoples as well as having said underage peoples in an Over 21 establishment was a risky and forbidden vice.
	“Did you go there?” Becky asked.
	Dim smiled fondly, “Yeah.”
	Dim had an open invite to Porky’s place; he made “deliveries” of the illegal bootleg whiskey kind.  Under the seat Mary Anne and Logan were sitting on was a secret place to hid the booze; another secret place was under the false bottom of the pick up’s bed.  Dim didn’t have a particularly “fast” vehicle, but it was old and didn’t like a thing someone would be hiding liquor making a run.
	Dmitri picked up the fresh made booze sometimes from the still on Porky’s farm or two other places in the woods.  There, too, was Rhonda and Tina Waluckitch—Porky’s two daughters.  One was twenty-one years young, the other was sixteen.
	“I bet he’s was protective of them.”
	“Kinda.” Dim smiled.  Which brings us to the next segment of this story.
	Unlike Becky who was raised on a farm and had access to various pleasing farm animals—Rhonda and Tina were hard up for action.  Potential suitors were wary of the girls’ Daddy, Porky—he was a menacing bastard who wouldn’t think twice in escorting the boys out to the nearby swamp…
	(and leaving them there!)
	“So, did you have your way with Rhonda and Tina?”
	Dim blushed and nodded, “Yeah.”
	Becky shook her head, “Use that nifty mind gadget on them?”
	“Nope!” he said proudly, “Didn’t have to!” Rhonda and Tina were willing—very willing.  High school boys the girls knew, boys in the nearby redneck town the girls knew—knew the girls’ Daddy and were wary.  Dim knew the girls; knew their Daddy, too; and was wary, too—but managed to “have his way” just the same.
	One time and Dimmy was with Rhonda in the barn up in the loft when her Daddy came waltzing in.  whether he was a-lookin’ for his daughter and moonshine runner or not wasn’t clear.  Dimmy and Rhonda were butt bare assed naked on their second round of fucking.  They lay still in the hay and waited until Porky left—then continued to finish up their business.  
	Though it was risky to have his way with the girls anywhere—doing the nasty in Porky’s barn was a thrill.

	“Did both girls know you were doing the other?”
	Dim smiled, “Oh yeah!”  They even helped/participated; while he muff dived on one, the other sucked his cock!  The girls were also into one another and while they sometimes 69ed—Dim was there to enjoy whatever hole he could angle his cock to.
	Dmitri, however, was not the only one having his way with the girls, specifically Rhonda.  Rhonda was twenty-one and had more freedoms off of her Daddy’s property.  One of the freedoms was fooling around with Cabal Pepperpants.  Cabal was a newcomer to the redneck area—he was also black.  In the redneck town and surrounding area there were very few African-Americans.  
	Cabal hung tight with two others, Twain Shootsbutt and Qwan Po Chek.  Twain was a long haired hippie, straggly, redneck, beer drinking scumhole.  Qwan was a Korean.  Cabal and Rhonda starting secretly seeing one another, not dating—especially openly in the redneck town where someone would undoubtedly report them to Rhonda’s “I hate niggers” Daddy.  Often the two would slip away into the woods, the drive-in theatre parking lot, behind the mill, and so on.
	About a month or so after Cabal and Rhonda begun seeing one another (secretly)—it happened.
	“What happened?”
	Cabal, Twain, and Qwan came to rob Porky’s riverboat, Lulu Lee.
	“WHAT!?”  Were they insane?
	Quite possibly.
	However, they were good at what they did and managed to get away with quite a lot of loot—busy night on the Floating Palace of Pleasure; a live band was playing, lots of gambling, bitches on the gold poles, and moonshine flowing like a river.  The three men made their assault on Porky’s “bank” which was situated on the third floor, top floor of the massive boat, a room where the daily take was accounted for.
	This pertinent information was obtained from Rhonda.
	Oopsy!
	Needless to say—Porky Waluckitch was a little peeved.
	Security cameras revealed who the culprits were.
	Can we say—“I’m sorry, I fucked up; here’s your money and a handshake and we’ll just be on our way.”?
	Hmmm, doesn’t work for rednecks in a redneck town.

	You could be a redneck if…
	You need one more hole punched in your card to get a freebie at the House of Tattoos. 
 	You need an estimate from your barber before you get a haircut. 
 	The biggest fashion risk you take is which plaid you'll wear to the 4-H Fair. 
 	You have flowers planted in a bathroom appliance in your front yard. 
 	Your wife weighs more than your refrigerator. 
  	You mow your lawn and find a car. 
 	You can spit without opening your mouth. 
 	Going to the bathroom in the middle of the night involves putting on shoes and a jacket and grabbing a flashlight. 
 	You go Christmas shopping for your mom, sister, and girlfriend, and you only need to buy one gift. 
 	Taking a dip has nothing to do with water. 
 	There’s more than one lawsuit pending against your dog. 
 	Santa Claus refuses to let your kids sit in his lap. 
 	You think mud rasslin' should be an Olympic sport. 
 	More than one living relative is named after a Southern Civil War general. 
 	Your coffee table used to be a telephone cable spool. 
 	You think that potted meat on a saltine is an hors d'ouvre. 
 	There is a stuffed possum anywhere in your house. 
 	Your wife can climb a tree faster than your cat. 
 	Your Momma has "ammo" on her Christmas list.

Never too late to panic
	Dmitri had just made a moonshine run delivering 30 gallons of prime backwoods hooch to a thirsty customer a hundred miles north.  He was tired and horny from the long drive there and back and thought of Rhonda—and Tina.  A little dip in the pond back in the woods would be just the thing to soothe him.  Upon arriving at the Waluckitch farm, one of the robbers of Porky’s Palace of Pleasure was being “interrogated.”
	In an underground basement ‘neath the barn—Cabal Pepperpants was in peril; he was naked and tied to a sturdy cement support post.  Porky and his cronies were present as well as Shawnra Kluntspike—one of the bitches from Porky’s boat.  Cabal had already been worked over—beaten to a pulp by several of Porky’s henchmen.
	“Boy,” said Porky pacing back and forth fuming to beat all, “you’s in a heap o’ trouble!”  and with the back of his big beefy hand he smacked Cabel’s face.
	“I tolerate a lot o’ shit, boy, but thieven against me aint one of them.”

	Dim settled down among the roughnecks, was offered a cup of hard liquor and nodded to Porky.
	“You deliver my goods, boy?” Porky asked gritting his teeth and glaring.
	“Yes, sir.”
	“Got my money?”
	Dim sauntered to Porky handing him a packet.
	“Good boy.” Porky said.  He didn’t count the money in the fat manila envelope but tucked it into his big man’s leather vest.  From his pocket he pulled out a money clip with lots o’ bills clipped tightly to it.  Some bills were removed and handed over.
	“Any trouble?” Porky asked.
	“No trouble, sir; clean as a whistle.”
	Dmitri was one of the most reliable employees Porky had.
	Porky nodded to Dim then turned on his heel returning his ire at Cabal.
	“Alright, boy,” said an angry Porky, “where’s my money.”
	“Twain’s got it.” sputtered Cabal ratting out his accomplice.
	“Who else was in on it?”
	Cabal ratted him out, too (Qwan).
	“Where are they hold up?”
	Again, Cabal squeaked up the information.
	Regardless of the information spilled—Porky Waluckitch was still a pissed man.  He stomped to and fro pacing back and forth before the well beaten naked black man.  Then,
	“You been messin’ with my daughters?” Porky asked suddenly whirling and near face to face with Cabal.
	Cabal tried to hold back the info; his lips were fattened from being punched square in the face by one of the “interrogators.”  The right eye of Cabal was swollen up like he had been in the ring of a prize fight.
	“Sounded like a “yes” to me, Boss.” mouthed off Vince Raggmouth.
	Porky glared at him—then back to Cabal.
	Dmitri sipped the hard liquor from the canning jar glass and watched with almost sadistic glee as Porky instructed Shawnra Kluntspike something that startled Dim; “suck him”.
	To Cabal’s surprise, the white bitch with long legs, small tits, flaming red hair, stripped off her clothes, fingered her bald snatch, and stood blatantly before the well beaten man being very sexual.  And in less than a minute—Cabal Pepperpants had wood.  Eight inches of wood.  Shawnra danced a little, turned about and presented her ass, spanked herself, then turned back to drop down to her knees and address Cabal’s manly manhood.

	Shawnra amazingly sucked the whole thang!  She did!  It was amazing to see every inch of Cabal’s amazing 8-incher disappear into her mouth.  She sucked and sucked, fondled his balls, and made outrageous sucking noises and very nearly brought the bedraggled beaten man to orgasm.  Very nearly.
	Porky clicked his fingers and Shawnra quit suddenly her suck job, got up from her knees and slipped away into the dark gloom of the private basement.  The “air” in the secret basement became tense.  Not a word was spoken, there was a snicker from one of Porky’s flunkies; Porky himself stood before the naked black man saying, “I tolerates a lot of shit, boy, but thieven again’ me aint one of them.”
	Then,
	One of the flunkies came up with Shawnra returning, too.
	Shawnra gripped Cabal’s cock (again) but squeezed it hard holding it still while Dub Boltire brought into view an eye dropper.
	“Know what’s in this eye dropper, boy?”
	Of course he didn’t.
	“You ever work on cars, engines?” Porky probed.
	Cabal gulped; he’s eyes were locked on the eye dropper with curiosity high.
	“Ever accidently get battery acid on your hands?” Porky snickered.
	Cabal’s eyes widened and he began to squirm and shriek.  Dim tightened up himself—he had gotten battery acid on his skin, too, and it stung like the blazes.  Cabal wrenched himself until he rubbed his skin raw at the wrists and ankles were he was tied tightly by trucker’s rope.  Shawnra maintained her grip on the man’s cock at the base and shaft holding it still while Dub put the tip of the eye dropper into the man’s piss slit.
	It was incredible to see the man wither so—the battery acid in the eye dropper squirted into Cabal’s penis causing him to freak the fuck out and break his wrist; first the right one and then the left one.  His eyes bulged, teeth grinded tightly breaking two of them, too!
	The eye dropper was jammed half way into the black penis squirting the full amount of battery acid within.  Cabal, finally (and thankfully) passed out.  Porky slugged him in the face and glared at him.
	“He’s about dead, Porky.” stated Bo, another Porky flunky.
	“Take him out to Sassy.” Porky said flatly.  “Then he WILL wish he were dead!”
	Dim felt a funny feeling in his stomach—it was one thing to be tortured with battery acid in the penis—something else to meet Sassy.
	“Sassy?” Becky asked.
	“Sasquatch.” Dmitri answered.  “And he’s gay.”
	Gay?  A gay sasquatch?  Stranger tales there have been.

	Cabal was dragged out of the basement and into the back of a pick-up (to be taken out to the swamp for his encounter with Sassy.)  During the few minute drive Cabal came around but was still in great discomfort with his dick literally on fire.
	“Yeah,” said Bo Grabsum, “you keep a-yellin’, ole Sassy likes ‘em when they yells!”
	At the designated spot in the woods that met up with the swamp Cabal was dragged off through ankle deep black murky water and laid over a half sunken rotten log.  The man wasn’t in much shape to fight back, two broken wrists and an ounce of battery acid in his dick took a lot of fight out of him.  But Porky’s flunkies secured the man over the log just the same, patted his bare black butt, then snickered “Sassy gonna luv you!”
	Cabal “humped” the log trying to get the intense tingling sensation out of cock.  He thrashed about for quite awhile screaming in agony until he was all screamed out.  Just his hands were tied by wire cable to iron railroad spikes buried in the murky muck.
	Then, an hour after sundown a horrible noise came from somewhere in the swamp.  It was mournful.  The sound carried all over the swamp and into the woods scattering birds and wildlife.  The Porky flunkies moved back along the woody road some miles from the spot where Cabal thrashed and moaned—waiting.
	Dmitri sipped from the canning jar a little antsy and knowing that he never-never-never wanted to cross Porky Waluckitch.  It just wasn’t a good idea.  The other assorted Porky flunkies sniggered, giggled, and waited.  They didn’t have to wait long before the mournful howl came even closer.
	“Come on!” shouted Bo and he and the flunkies headed off to see the event.
	Dim didn’t “run” but made his way; he had seen one Sassy “event” once before and once really was enough.  By the time he got there—Sassy the gay Sasquatch was well on his way with having his way with Cabal Pepperpants.  
	Cabal thrashed and thrashed—inasmuch as Sassy thrashed thrashing him.
	The redneck flunkies howled, slapped themselves and each other, and watched not in horror as Sassy broke Cabal’s arms (and spirit.)  The great towering seven foot hairy creature seriously put it to the black man.  Cabal’s voice had reached a point that only dogs could hear; Sassy had the man by the hips and was burying his massive sasquatch cock ALL THE WAY INTO the man’s asshole!
	It was an awesome sight.
	Sassy sodomized Cabal for a several minutes, beating the man’s backside (and breaking it) then thrashing the man about the log until separating the man’s arms from his body.  Luckily, though, Cabal had ceased knowing life long before then.  Sassy got his nut, grabbed Cabal’s head and bashed it into the log before peeing on the broken dead man and returning to the inner depths of the swamp.

	“What happens now?” asked one of the newer Porky flunkies.
	“Gators will take care of the rest of him—no evidence.”
	Dim polished off the rest of the “whiskey in the jar” and piled back into the pickup and returned to Porky’s place.  By then, Porky and other flunkies were interrogating the other two accomplices of Cabal’s.  No battery acid to them but they were taken out to the swamp…

*

Whose woods these are—I don’t know…
	A few miles passed the redneck area and out to pure countryside and Dmitri pulled off the small country lane.  Becky and her boys needed to pee and so did Dimmy.  Megan had already peed herself as had Mary Anne.
	Out of the truck and Becky stripped her boys’ pants off—then she followed suit and pissed a good piss.  The boys were giddy about being naked and peed playfully all over the place.  Dim stripped Megan’s clothes off being a little turned on by her wet panties and pussy.  He stripped off his clothes and stroked himself staring at the girl’s nakedness.
	Strangely and Becky had some misgivings about what she was seeing; Dim masturbating to the naked eight year old girl.  It was a natural instinct—a woman appalled by a man’s doing.  But overriding her hypocritical emotions was the blatant fact that she was having ongoing sexual relations with her twin boys.
	Slowly did Dim lay his cock against Megan’s pissy pussy.  He humped, grinded, poked and probed the girl’s innocent virginal poon.  Becky’s view was from directly behind him; Alex and Andy romped about playing being typical five year old boys.  Becky fingered her pussy while he warped mind awed at Dim’s backside; his ass, his balls, his cock grinding against Megan’s sex.
	Soon there was penetration.  Some.  Just the head.  Becky was all attentive with her warped Mommy mind becoming more and more awed.  Her boys came to her; she hugged them, patted and fondled their bare butts, kissed them and soon Alex was in front of her and Becky began playing with his cock.
	Meanwhile,
	Less than two minutes after grinding himself against the eight year old’s pussy and there was explosion.  Just the head of his schlong managed to breech the virgin entrance—mostly it was just grinding-grinding-grinding against the smooth piss wet slit.  He gave a sigh—a satisfying orgasmic sigh and emptied his monkey in and out of Meg’s snatch.  Then he leaned against the door frame of the truck stroking and pleasing himself catching Becky’s eye.  With a nod and a Devil’s smile he conveyed to Becky “come here, get some.”

	Becky had had the boys humping against her Mommy tits; she fondled their bare balls and puds, sucked them, and they—in turn, sucked her.  After catching Dim’s conveyance she scooted over to him and took his cummy smoldering johnson and sucked it.  Dim fingered Megan’s cummy cunt placing said finger into Becky’s mouth.  Then he smiled again and conveyed something more.  Now it was Dim’s turn to be awed—watching as Becky “went down” on Megan’s cum laden cunt and clean it up cleanly.

	Mary Anne
	Mary Anne Smellsalott was a demure thing; soft features, light honey brown hair, very nice green eyes with an equally nice set of titties.  She spoke well, held herself well in pose, farted privately and had more than one boy “visit” her cunny.
	She also liked young boys—and girls!
	Her first sexual encounter was at a mere ten years young—a neighborhood boy she knew as a “friend.”  They played together, often walked to school, went to the movies, the pizza hut, and other social gatherings with their peers.  Both had friends of their own kind but truly, Mary Anne and James “Weasel” Jakschitt were could classify their relationship as “best friend” status.
	One day while playing at the park—under mild supervision of teenage babysitting girls, Mary Anne and James slipped off to the far end of the park where the park’s property butted up against the woods there.  A bathroom facility was nearby but it was kinda skanky and not well used by anyone but skanky people.
	Mary Anne and James were not “skanky”—just in need to go pee.
	Of course, they could have gone to the other bathroom facility that was more well used and clean—but nah, slipping away from the teenage babysitters to go pee in the woods was more fun.  So they did.
	At first, James was bashful and had some decency in him, morals, and modesty.  But he sure had to pee!  Carefully and shyly as well as slyly he hauled out his boy dick and began to relieve himself.
	“I don’t mind.” Mary Anne stated as she timidly but wantingly careened her head to see around her best friend.
	“Don’t mind what?”
	“If I see you peeing.”
	James was startled and taken aback but turned his attention to her,
	“Really?”
	James was an only child; Mary Anne had two older brothers an older sister and a younger sister.  She had seen Kenny and Mason naked, peeing, masturbating.  Kenny was two years older than she; Mason was a freshman in high school.
	‘ever been molested by your brothers?’ Dim asked while peeking into her mind getting all the pertinent info for her story.
	“Sort of.” she answered; and like on a big movie screen, the images of Kenny and Mason in the bathroom they shared was clear.  While at the sink brushing her hair, the horndog brothers rubbed their dongs against her bare ass.  Mary Anne’s panties were at her ankles and she wore nothing else.
	Other images came to light; while in her bedroom late at night when parental units down the hall were sound to sleep, the horndog brothers came calling.  They were already naked and in a bad way with outrageously hard hard-ons.  They begged and pleaded with their sleepy sister—giving up their allowances and other perks if she would get naked with them (and let them have their way with her.)
	For five dollars from the both of them—Mary Anne stripped off her nightgown and panties, spread her legs, and let her brothers have their fill of ogling her.  Then, for the same five bucks each the boys got to mount her and rub/grind their superior boners against her sex.
	Mason, fifteen at the time, managed to cum.
	It was a little frightening—for the both of them.  Mason had, of course, jerked off before AND came off in his hand but there was some trepidation of cumming so much on his sister’s bald beaver just the same.
	And for shock value, Kenny licked up the mess from his sister cunt.
	Kenny, at twelve years young—was a gay homosexual.
	Neither boy, though, breeched Mary Anne’s poon until almost a year later.
	For her brother Kenny’s sixteenth birthday she gave him a blowjob.
	For Mason’s thirteenth birthday she let him do her “up the butt.”
	For her own birthday, age eleven, both boys boned her pussy with both cumming off within.  She was lucky not to get knocked up.  Mason began using a condom when he got into her pussy; it was bare bones that went into her asshole (or mouth.)
	When Mary Anne began babysitting earlier on into her thirteenth year she began taking on the young boys she babysat for.  She loved little boys six, seven, eight, nine, and ten years young.  Getting naked with them was one thing, getting them to suck her budding bodacious ta-tas, lick out her pussy, and pee on her was something else—along with sliding their young wangs into her hot-to-fuck and satisfy cunt.
	After James turned being stunned by Mary Anne’s statement, Mary Anne asked, “Wanna see ME pee?”
	James couldn’t breathe.  To most kids, peers and other assorted, James went by his nickname, Weasel.  Mary Anne was about the only one who addressed him by his given name.  He finished his pee standing cockeyed sideways not sure what was going on.

	Then Mary Anne pushed down her pants AND panties, squatted and began to pee.  James had barely a glance at Mary Anne’s nakedness.  He turned fully to her with his pud sticking out growing a little hard.  He stared at her face, then down to where a “puddle” was forming.
	Mary Anne already knew that her friend had never seen a girl of any age naked let alone peeing.  She stopped the flow of piss from leaving her body, stood up and let him have a better look.  His eyes of blue stared at her cunny—stared and stared and stared taking it all in.  It was awesome!
	“Whoa!” he said.
	Mary Anne rubbed her ass being kissed by the warmth of the sun.
	“I can pee standing up, too!” and to prove it, she stepped out of her pants and panties, spread her legs, and released the rest of her pee.
	Thereafter, further in the woods, the two stripped naked and skinny dipped in a secluded pond.  Afterwards, they lay out on the moss surrounding the pond and engaged in sex.
	Dim was amused, he didn’t really need to use the EMAD on her OR kidnap her—shit, she was willing!

	With Mary Anne naked and laying out on the cool grass, Dim entered her taking her legs hooked under his arms and bending them back a little.  This, so as the naked Becky (and her twin boys) could see the “action.”  That being Dim’s dick sliding in and out of Mary Anne’s wondrous dick happy cunt.  Mary Anne’s asshole, Dim’s ball sac, Dim’s dick—all were viewed; Becky held Andy on her lap playing with his pudling with one hand while she furiously frigged herself with the other.	
	Dim slid himself into Mary Anne’s sex slowly at first; captivated by the girl’s face and wondrously young teenage titties, Dim was drawn into the girl’s aura.  Despite the many visits by her brothers and young boys, Mary Anne had a decent snug fitting snatch.  
	After a fantastic orgasmic blast, Dim lay off to one side of the lovely (but naughty) girl, caught his breath then looked to wink captivated Becky.  Becky blush, smiled, then crawled over to the heaving-sweating teenager with a cum drench cunt and promptly went to work licking her out promptly.
	Dim watched her and soon was reinvigorated—prompting him to position himself behind her and “take her.”  Alex and Andy were asleep—Dim plowed their mother having more naughty thoughts than ever before!
	After creaming Becky’s asshole—Becky position herself onto Mary Anne.  Dim sat back and enjoyed that show; Becky’s womanly cunt pressing against Mary Anne’s teenage cunt.  It was then Dim discovered just how naughty the teenager was.
	Mary Anne cont.
	One fine morning in the Smellsalott home, Mary Anne was “out of sorts.”  Not depressed, but in deep thought.  Older sister, Deidre Jane, thought it was the junior high blues, a boy, peer group pressure, or something physical.
	None of the above.
	DJ was concerned.
	“Wanna talk about it?”
	Mary Anne had a good rapport with her sister, actually with all her siblings.  Like Mary Anne, Deidre Jane was also sexually involved with the boys.  The only Smellsalott sibling member not yet sexually active was the youngest, Michelle.  She was seven and the boys were leaving her alone—for now.
	Anyways,
	Mary Anne was reluctant to spill so DJ chose another route—the direct route.
	“Is it about a boy?”
	“No, not a boy.”
	Oh, DJ was sure it was about a boy; most problems girls had were due to boys.
	“Ok, school, a teacher, a subject?” DJ going for the trifecta.
	Still, though, Mary Anne shook her head, “None of the above.”
	“Dad?  One of the boys?”  Mason and Kenny were sometimes overly horny and wanted sexual favors from the girls in some capacity—Kenny, the gay homosexual, was only sexually active with his sisters.  
	Finally, seeing DJ’s frustration and confusion, Mary Anne sighed saying,
	“You know my friend, Gia?”
	DJ nodded, quirky girl—quirky relationship between Mary Anne and Gia.  The girls had met in grade school and took an instant dislike to one another—mostly it was Gia, a hard case but it was due to the breakup of her parents.  Moving to the new city, new school, made Gia Vuckme a little hard to like.  In the 6th grade the girls went all out to pester and embarrass the other—posting bad grades for all to see on the central billboard, coercing boys to blatantly and openly kiss the other girl, passing the fart blame, and pranking using wet fart bags, balloons filled with some icky substance from the science lab yet undetermined.
	Once more the subject of grades came to be—and it happened to be a bad day for Gia who failed English.  Mary Anne drew attention to the bad grade making ridicule at Gia’s expense.  Gia was more than embarrassed and instantly Mary Anne regretted her doing.  She wasn’t a bad girl (socially speaking) and couldn’t believe she had sunk so low as to harm (non-physically speaking) another.

	For a week Gia was a no-show at school.  Her Mom was a waitress and was not in the know.  The two girls did meet up at a social gathering where Mary Anne tried to apologize.  Gia wasn’t in the mood, she was still hurt, still embarrassed, still pissed off.  But Mary Anne persisted and after the social gathering had ended the two walked to Gia’s apartment building.
	Gia hadn’t friend one.  There were “pals” to hang with at school, but no one close, and certainly no one to come over to her apartment.  She got no invites to parties, either.  At length, Gia forgave Mary Anne—she knew that she needed a friend—even one who pranked and embarrassed her.
	Once in the apartment, the girls listened to some music, talked about boys, talked about school, their parents, and had a good time.  They eventually got into the liquor and had an even better good time.
	“Then we got kinda carried away.”
	“Whatya mean, “carried away?””
	Mary Anne sighed and was reluctant.
	No one was home at the Smellsalott home, just Mary Anne and DJ.
	“Well, we sort of got a little silly.”
	DJ cocked her head, gave her demure sister a look, “Define “silly.””
	Mary Anne sighed, “Well, we sort of got naked.”
	DJ stared at her sister, “Naked?  As “with clothes off?””
	Mary Anne nodded.
	DJ pursed her lips, “Uhm, was that it, that all?”
	Mary Anne shook her head; she gushed some with head bowed.
	“Kinda like we do sometimes?” DJ inquired politely.
	“Kinda.”
	Occasionally, since they were wee kids, DJ and Mary Anne “got naked” and “silly” themselves.  They showered together, romped about the house naked with the boys or by themselves, and as they got older, bolder, and more in the know about how to please themselves they found pleasures with pleasing one another.
	DJ smiled and took her sister by the hand—and led her upstairs to her bedroom.  “So what did you two do?”
	Pretty much the same as Mary Anne did with DJ; once naked they “examined” one another’s body—eyes firstly then with fingers—then with tongue.  DJ took a turn at gushing and stripped out of her clothes.  Mary Anne followed suit and on DJs urging Mary Anne reenacted what she and Gia did.
	Pussy pounding, pussy grinding, spanking, kissing, muff diving.
	‘nuff said.
	Dim was impressed.  He made a mental note to maybe “visit” the Smellsalott home—and Gia!

Logan Turdburgler
	Privately, secretly, Logan was a perv.  He had no siblings but he had cousins.  Girls AND boys.  He didn’t have a mind altering device—but he wished he had.  Trustworthy Logan got to babysit occasionally his young cousins—boys and girls alike.
	How young?
	Youngest girl—5; youngest boy—7.
	With the youngsters, Logan managed only to cop a feel now and then, stare at the girls while they played in their short kiddie dresses, and sometimes helped them change clothes once they had soiled them.  That part he liked the best—and so far, not one of them had ratted him out about it like kids sometimes do without thinking—“Logan helped me change clothes after I pee-peed in them!” and stuff like that.
	Krissy was his favorite young cousin, she was five and adorable.  Blond hair, blue eyes, adorable face.  Occasionally she was hyper—but she was a little kid and sometimes little kids get hyper.  And occasionally, too, as little kids do—she peed herself.  So, in the bathroom he nonchalantly stripped her to her skin, he peed in blue shorts and basic white panties he tossed into the sink to rinse them then into the dryer to dry them so no one would know she had peed in them.
	While she was naked…
	Logan casually cleaned her with a washrag; patted her butt, squeezed, and slyly eyed the girl’s cunny.  In her room he got her into fresh clean panties and nothing more—Krissy showed him that she could do cartwheels, stand on her head, do the crab walk (one of Logan’s favorites!) and the snake—belly crawling on the floor.
	By then, of course, young teen babysitter Logan was in fits.  It then occurred to him that it was lunch time.  Taking his panty clad charge to the kitchen he prepared a snack of celery sticks laden with peanut butter.  Then, a “game” of sorts came to mind—Logan blindfolded Krissy and had her sit on her hands; then, he prepped some “items” for her to guess.  The items would go into her mouth and she was to guess what they were.  You see where this is going?
	Right.
	The banana (unpeeled) she guessed.
	Also the apple, orange, sweet pickle, carrot, and celery.
	She didn’t guess, however, his cock.
	Logan’s cock was hard, stiff, and spurting sperm and right into her sweet young innocent mouth it went.  Try as he might, too, he couldn’t hold back and squirts of cum blasted into her mouth.  A natural gag reflux occurred but she still inadvertently sucked and Logan came.
	Then, there came the time the young girl was sick; her Daddy was out of town on business and her Mommy had an extra shift at the hospital.  Logan to the rescue!  He bathed her—a special playtime they both enjoyed; he fed her, read to her, played with her, and doped her up on medicine her Mother had said was ok.
	When the little tyke was zonked out and then some—
	Logan removed her clothing as she lay on her bed sound-sound to sleep.
	It was a particular joy to slid her panties off.  When he had bathed her earlier his cock was so hard he could break bricks with it.  He washed her nude little body all over—particular attention to her pussy and asshole.  Krissy was obliviously unawares.  Then he dried her—again surreptitiously fingering her out all over.
	Minutes after zonking out, Logan stripped her nude again and lightly fingered her noting any sign of awareness.  There was none.  He breathed hard and paused a whole minute before stripping off his own clothes.  Again, his cock was hard and timidly he took Krissy’s hand having her little fingers wrap about the stiffened shaft.  Then, up and down—up and down—up and down.  Followed by clutching his balls.
	That was followed up by spreading her legs and “going down” on her.
	Sure he could do better, sure he should be noshing on a girl more his age; but he wasn’t close to any girl “his age” and besides, there was just something about licking out the bald poon of a five year old.
	After a lot of licking out Logan boldly got out of his own clothes completely and nestled himself on top of Krissy.  There he did grind his cock against her bald poon and humped a good hump spilling splooge in just a little over a minute.  He then laid his saucey prick all over the girl; humping on her belly, her chest, and then her sweet-sweet face ejaculating a second time thereon.
	Then he rolled her over to pat and then spank her ass before attempting anal penetration.  That, of course, was a no-go—but it sure was fun trying!
	There were desires, though, to do girls his age.
	And boys!
	Logan Turdburgler had potential!

Megan Slaphole
	Megan Slaphole was eight; and for being merely “eight” she was amazingly sexually active!  Conniving, too.  After witnessing her teen sister making out with her boyfriend, Megan confronted the boyfriend.
	“I wanna see it.” She stated flatly and demandingly.
	Kory Antsnpants, sixteen, was taken completely off-guard.
	“What?” he exclaimed in case in misheard.
	“I know what you and Misty been doing.”

	Sister Misty was in the shower readying to go out on a date—snoopy blackmailing conniving Megan had seen the two teens going at it in Kory’s pick-up truck he had parked in the alley instead of out in front of the Slaphole house like normal people.  Megan also had seen the horny teens making out in the garage, the backyard, and one time in Misty’s bedroom when the parental units weren’t home and Megan herself wasn’t supposed to be.
	Kory was in a near panic.  Shaking his head, “No you don’t.”
	Megan smiled, “Uh-huh!” like a typical kid response.  Megan had lovely long brown hair, soft blue eyes, some freckles, a thin bod, no tits.
	“Either let me see it or I tell!”
	Kory’s mouth hung open.
	“I’ll tell on you!” he quipped back.
	“HA!” Megan’s typical response to most acquisitions.
	“My folks will believe me more than you!  Besides, even the hint that you and Misty are being naughty and your ass is grass!”
	Kory still stood in quandary mulling over the situation.
	“Come on, show me!” Megan insisted.
	Megan leaned on the living room sofa, Misty was in the hall shower, no parents were at home, Kory stood at the other end of the sofa torn between “whipping it out” or fleeing.
	He whipped it out.
	It was hard, average length (well, bigger than the boys Meg knew whom she got to show her, too) and totally like totally held Megan’s attention.  And how!  She smiled and lusted—it was way better than the little boys she knew.  Way better.
	“Can I touch it?” Megan asked curiously.
	“Are you serious?” quizzed Kory.  It was one thing to whip his schlong out to a little girl—something else for her to touch said schlong whipped out.
	“I promise I wont tell!” Megan exclaimed.  Famous last words…
	“No way, Meg, we’ll both be in trouble—especially me!”
	“Lemme touch it or I WILL tell!” little conniving bitch!
	With a gulp and a lot of sweating, heart beating near out of his chest, Kory made for the girl at her end of the sofa.  Down the hall the shower could still be heard; checking out the big bay living room window he could see the empty drive-way and his pick-up parked there.
	Meg put her fingers about the extended finger of Kory; Kory could only stand and watch with extreme awe.  Whether there was a part of him that was perverted secretly or not was not known—this story coming from Megan, coming from Dmitri, coming from Helga’s Dad Big Bob!  

(and just to remind you, this is all Helga’s story as she relates it from the viewing of August Moone who watching her being spanked at the girl scout campfire! (go back to Chptr 40!))
	Anyways,
	Kory let Megan squeeze his dick.  From squeezing to masturbating it.  By then, Kory was ready to explode—in more ways than one.  With one hand squeezing his bone at the base and the other manhandling his balls, he waggled his cock before the mischievous girl—then she caught him off guard again saying,
	“Wanna see mine?”
	Kory blinked his eyes and stopped all actions.
	“W-what?”
	Megan was gleaming, smiling, and raised her powder blue kiddies dress.  The dress had designed patches here and there, front quilt pockets, and came to just mid thigh.  She raised it up to her stomach revealing yellow panties.  Kory was all glued, mouth open, eyes glued.
	Megan didn’t wait for an answer but pushed her panties down to fully expose herself.
	“Holy shit!” Kory blurted out.
	Megan giggled and pushed her panties down her legs and then off.  Then, quick as a wink, off came the sleeveless dress, too.  She was naked.  Kory was beside himself saying only “Holy shit” over and over.  He couldn’t say word one when the young blackmailing naughty girl plopped down onto the country sofa and after laying her shoulders back opened and raised her legs.
	It was unbelievable.
	Kory was stunned.
	Megan fingered herself and had the most curious smile on her sweet face.
	“You can fuck me if you want.”
	Kory lost his mind.

	Such a statement from a little girl!  Kory was more than beside himself; he couldn’t breathe, think, or move.  All he COULD do was stare at his girlfriend’s naked little sister—with his cock sticking out ready to blast a hot sticky load.  Megan fingered herself, presented herself, lusted herself.
	“We got plenty of time,” Megan said, “she’ll be in there thirty minutes!”
	Kory licked his lips, checked the hall, heard the shower still going, then—THEN positioned himself angling his body and his cock.  Megan took holt of his cock and guided it to her cock hungry cunt.  Amazingly, most of Kory’s teenage cock made entry.  Amazing!

	Megan, however, was not amazed.  She was delighted and thrilled to take a teenager’s cock—mostly she was taking on boys her age and a little older.  In the neighborhood there were four boys Megan hung with playing—playing pirate mostly.  There were girls Megan played with but for playing pirate games it was just herself and the four boys.
	From the street they lived on, Crunchrocket Lane, there was a huge empty field used for dumping of city construction debris as well as illegal dumping by surrounding residents.  There, too, was a railroad, a small canal and a dry river.  The canal and river sometimes had water and sometimes didn’t.  Most kids in said neighborhood played in the waterways—some even skinny dipped in certain areas.
	For the pirates, there was a nifty little niche on one side of the railroad hill at the trestle.  A partial cave with tin and wood sheets forming a makeshift “ship” with the interior of the cave going some feet into the side of the railroad slope being the “brig.”
	Most kids played Cowboys and Indians, Jungle Explorers, or Space Trek.
	Megan, Adam, Brad, Charlie, Donald, played Pirate.
	The kids were all “bad” pirates, so the game was to be a badder pirate than the others.  Usually it ended with Megan being “captured” and led away to the brig.  As usual, Megan was bound at the hands and taken to the pirate lair where she was stripped of her clothing, bent over an oil barrel sufficing as a typical pirate barrel and spanked by the other pirates.
	After spanking she had to suck the pirates’ cocks.
	After sucking came fucking.  Each boy got to take a turn laying on Megan sticking his eight year old dick into Megan’s eight year old cunt.  Adam was eight a half, Brad was eight for four months; Charlie was two months away from being nine and Donald was a month from being nine.
	Charlie had an older brother, Eric.  He was halfway into his twelfth year.  For Five Dollars of his allowance, Megan took her clothes off and let him gawk at her.  For five more dollars of his allowance he got to “touch” her with his fingers.  And for five bucks of Charlie’s allowance, Eric got to put his pud against Meg’s ass, pussy, and for another fiver—she sucked him.
	The subsequent cum blast that squirted into her mouth and filled it grossed her out and she abruptly halted any further action.  A week later and with twenty dollars in hand from Eric and Meg sucked the boy again.  The cum blast was still disgusting but she spat out the goo and was alright there after.  For that same twenty (twenty bucks he had heisted from his Mom’s purse) Megan spread her legs and Eric had his way.
	Kory’s cock made near full vaginal penetration.  He slid easily most the way in, then pulled out and humped the girl’s slit before gliding himself back into her sex.  She spread her legs wider and Kory went deeper.
	Two days later and Kory was cramming his way up Megan’s asshole.
	Sucking his cock getting his cum blast followed—by then, Megan was ok with cock juice.  It was still disgusting but she was ok with it.  Kory was making full pussy penetration as well as “up the ass” and most the way into her mouth, too.  The strange girl loved being spanked—just bare hand to bare ass.  
 	Dmitri was thrilled to unravel the girl’s narly secrets—his cock was busting and after getting her nude he took his turn penetrating the girl’s pussy, mouth, asshole followed by spanking her.  Becky licked/lapped Dim’s spilled juices from Meg’s cunt.  After a bit o’ rest, Dim manipulated Logan making him “aware” but not so aware as to be alarmed—it was like being in a dream.  Thereafter, the “willing” Logan fucked Becky’s brains out.
	Becky became like puddy.
	Dim drilled Megan “up the ass”, spanked her, peed on her pussy and face, got her to suck him off, and Dim wished he had a place of his own ‘cause he wanted to “keep” Megan for awhile.  Mary Anne, too.  And even Logan!  But in lieu of having privacy—
	A “revisit” was in store for the three after they were returned from whence they came.  That made the trek home for Dim and Becky late.  Dim had his work cut out for him with more manipulation of the Suxtobeeu girls, Doreen Jo, Stacie, and Maggie.  The girls were already home and already missing their Father.  At the appropriate time, Becky phoned the police to start an inquiring/investigation.  Dmitri took Danny’s car to the bad part of town, tossed the keys to the floorboard, dumped the man’s wallet contents scattering some money and that sort to make it look like a possible robbery gone bad—very bad.
	The girls were nipped from becoming hysterical about their “missing” Daddy but were otherwise left to be normal (for investigating police sake.)  Dim returned to his home (next door), showered, and napped for hours.