August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Fifty One
Those Fellows in Strange Beds

Man About TrailerTown
	Dmitri wouldn’t have paid them any attention save for the fact that they were engaged in a cock fight.  In a large mostly redneck trailer park that was sort of like a great sanctioned campground, two adolescent boys engaged in a particular sport common among young brothers.
	Although the trailer park was a few miles away from the ordained “redneck” area, the influences of “redneck” values (or lack thereof) infiltrated the inhabitants and dwellers.  There were exceptions—three of the fifty-four families of the trailer park were African-American.  Five of the fifty-four families were Asian—Chinese, Japanese, Korean, and “other.”  
	Everyone seemed to get along there; the trailers, dating back as far as the ‘50s and up to the ‘70s were long, short, wide, extra wide, were nestled on large lots, with large trees, shrubs, wooden fences, chain link fences, or brick walls.  It was a quaint quintessential way of living with a grocery store at the entrance, a community building with swimming pool, a playground, barbeques every night, and some fights here and there to liven up the atmosphere.
	Illicit activities were the norm; drugs namely, but also sex—incest namely.
	Dmitri brought ‘shine to the little redneckville, Serenity Meadows, and got top dollar for it, too!  Normally, to most customers, the illegal hooch went for $20 a gallon.  But for his top customer in the trailer park, $25!  The man had a crappy old car and a crappier old truck; the flooring in his bathroom was done rotted away; the plumbing was broken and emptied out under the trailer; he was one turd away from being condemned but he plunked down twenty-five dollars for moonshine!  (every week, too!!!)
	So, Dim made a few visits and got the lay of the land, er, so to speak.
	Lots of kids.
	The park was kept up and not rundown ratty, infested with varmints; there were no car engines out in the front yard or side yard; no cars up on blocks; and not even Southern flags!  There, were, however, two boys behind a garage engaged in a cock fight.
	The Rollyrat boys, Brad and Randy, stood with their pants and undies at their ankles, no shirts, cocks hard.  Dim was very interested.  Brad was the oldest by a year and a half; blond hair with a dorky pony tail—a sign of rebellion.  He was muscular for his age—fourteen, he worked out and was very athletic.
	Randy was a head shorter, NOT muscular, had thick brown hair, and was more friendlier than Brad.  Dim knew the boys slightly—but wanted to know the boys personally—‘specially after watching them beat their meat together!  From his vantage point, slinking in the alley behind garbage cans and other assorted discarded household refuse, Dim watched the boys as they baked in the waning hours of the afternoon sun; the Rollyrat property was fenced in by a tall six foot fence, several OLD trees occupied space on the unkempt grassy landscape inundated with weeds, misbegotten shrubs, an old unused swing set, a play fort, and so on.  Not one, not two, but THREE garden/tool sheds were in the backyard; there, too, was a garden that was so-so used.
	The Rollyrat trailer was a triple wide, the “wide” part was an extra addition for the living room, the den, and the naughty boys’ parents’ room.  A 1970s model, with a fireplace!  A 196-s GMC pick-up was parked in the drive, no hood (no transmission, either.)
	After slapping their cocks together, the boys stepped up their illicit behavior by grabbing the other’s ass and bringing their bodies together smushing their hard bones between them.  They then initiated some simulated lovemaking standing up.
	Mostly they giggled.
	Dim wondered how far they would go.  It almost looked like it was their first time fooling around as they were.  Maybe not.  The distance was too great for Dim’s EMAD to “reach out and “touch” them”.  
	Then, just as Randy “turned around” presenting his ass for Brad to gawk and fuck—
	“Brad!  Randy!  Time to come in!” called their mother from the side porch.
	The boys hustled their clothes back, pulled on their discarded shirts and hurried off leaving Dmitri very frustrated.  His frustration was short lived; however, by the wandering presence of Tiffany Frogart.  A cutey; blue eyes, long brown hair, carrying a Betty WetsHerSelf doll—and she herself was “wet.”
	Tiffany was in range of Dim’s EMAD.
	A mix of fences there were in the wide alley; wood, brick, cinder block, and shrubs.  There, too, were huge towering cypress and eucalyptus trees.  Abandoned cars, car trailer transports, stacks of tires, washes, tin siding of this and that—lots of places to “hide” from a pissed off parent or throng of bullies.  Lots of places for a schmuck with an Electronic Mind Altering Device…
	Nonchalantly and did Tiffany mindlessly wander into Dmitri’s realm.  Securely hidden from sight in the untrimmed dangling limbs of a great eucalyptus trees, some tin sheets some boys had constructed to form an alleyway fort, a stack of tires, Dimmy smiled eyeing the girl as she stood before him in “wet” pants.  Short blue pants, thoroughly soaked with pee.  A pinkish string kiddie top with a big happy bear on the front.
	Dim farted—Tiffany didn’t respond.
	Dim pulled down her pissed in shorts—Tiffany didn’t respond.
	Pinkish panties there was to greet Dim.  He smiled and hauled out his meat stick, waggled it, stroked it, and managed to get off a piss before it got too hard to do so.  The urine stream further soaked the girl—Tiffany didn’t respond.
	Down came the panties; the girl was laid out on some old cardboard, her simple top removed and there she was—naked.  Neverminding the pee, her own and his, Dim “went down” on her and happily licked, nipped, and munched on the seven year old’s pussy increasing his desire to fuck her brains out.
	By now, Dmitri was kind of an “expert” on determining a girl’s virginity status.  And at seven years young, Tiffany Frogart was NOT a virgin.  Not.  Amazing.  The Q&A feature was new to Dim and his EMAD, he tried it and got a satisfactory response:
	Question:  Do you have brothers?
	Answer:    Yes.
	Question:  Are brothers older than you?
	Answer:    Yes.
	Question:  Are your brothers nasty with you?
	Answer:    Yes.  (that was a given)
	Dim continued questioning, finding that Allen, Mitch, and Zane often fingered her and fucked her.  Allen was the oldest at twelve, Mitch was ten, Zane had just turned nine.  None of the brothers; however, had ventured up her ass OR in her mouth!  The boys HAD been caught naked with their sister by their parents resulting in severe bare ass spanking with a belt and a scolding.  Didn’t stop them, though.
	Enough questions; Dim glided his very teenage cock against the non-virgin little girl pussy and entered therein.  It was still a snug fit and that pleased Dim.  A little effort and he was thrusting happily cementing his fate in purgatory.

	After boning Tiffany—there was hugging her, spanking, and thrusting his bone into her mouth.  Then, after much fingering of her pussy he sent her on her way.  Still enthused, though, Dim slipped into the backyard of the Rollyrat home using the covering of trees, shrubs, and darkness to hide him.
	There still was only the non-working pick-up truck in the drive.  A few lights on inside the trailer; the smell of dinner was heavy in the air.  Slyly peeking inside Dim saw the family having dinner.  The Mommy figure was a nice looking gal—a mental note was made to “visit” her.
	When headlights came into the driveway, Dim barely had time to scamper.  A dart over the fence and into the next yard rolling as he went colliding with a portable barbeque thing.
	No dog but there was dog shit to contend with just the same.
	Dim wasn’t happy about that.
	He was happier when he peeked into the trailer there—The Redspunk home.  In the bathroom was a Daddy figure and his seven year old; the little girl was another cutey, strawberry blond, blue eyes, flat chested.  A lovely face, nice posture, nice ass.  The Daddy, Olan, was just under six foot being tall; slim build, dark raven hair.  He was a bit of a goof, a newspaper reporter trying to break into television where there was more money and maybe a chance to get out of the rinky-dink rat hole quaint trailer park he was wedged in.
	Recently, young Ashley had taken a spill while riding a neighbor’s horse.  For a week she was in the hospital for head injuries.  Then there came the memory loss—she didn’t know her Daddy, where she lived, her friends, nothing.  Slowly, though, the memory returned with bits and pieces blotted out virtually forever.
	Dmitri knew the family, three older girls and one boy.  Olan was on his 3rd wife with Ashley being the result of the third marriage.  Whether or not anyone else was home or not wasn’t known to Dmitri.  Maybe it mattered, maybe it didn’t.  Anyways, 
	Olan stood—then squatted down before he lovely daughter—they were talking but Dim couldn’t hear; the window he peered thru was dingy and grimy and need of severe cleaning—or complete new one would do.  Then, off came the girl’s reddish top and placed into the dirty clothes hamper.  Then—THEN Daddy Olan tugged down Ashley’s yellow short-shorts.  No biggie.
	The basic white panties came nextly.
	Hmmm; well, in defense, daddies sometimes help their child dress (and undress.)  They also sometimes help bathe their young children; but of course, that varied on appropriateness, modesty, decency.  Who should give their young children a bath? (in a standard two parent household)  The Mommy or the Daddy?   At what age was it no longer appropriate to give said young child a bath?  Some folk with phd’s and other alphabetical letters added before and after their names say seven should really be the norm for bathing the child as well as with the child.  But not all agree; even psychologists disagree.  Usually, though, when the child becomes “aware” of his/herself as well as their mommy or daddy, becomes embarrassed, shy, or giggles a lot—then maybe it time to chill out and let them bathe themselves BY themselves.
	Olan Redspunk wasn’t one of those people.
	With young Ashley stripped naked, Olan firstly hugged her, patted her butt—patted her butt, rubbed his hand all over her butt, then reached over the tub and turned on the faucet.  Ashley stood and seemed “mindless” to the spying Dim but that could still be from the accident.  Could be…

	Then,
	Olan stood up and off came his simple tee-shirt followed by his pants and underwear.  He stood with a nice throbbing hard boner.  Little Ashley’s mouth hung open—which was good ‘cause that’s where Daddy Olan put it!  With a hand to the back of her head, Olan gently moved his child’s head “back and forth” along his schlong.
	This was getting too much for Dimmy.
	Soon and Olan moved Ashley into the bathtub whereupon thereafter he joined her.  The two settled down and Olan washed his child—she still seemed to exhibit a strange look upon her sweet childish face.  Dim’s dick was so hard he could hunt with it.
	After a thorough washing—including standing Ashley up and washing her dainty pussy, turning her around BENDING HER OVER and washing her dainty funk hole, Olan and Ashley stepped out and began drying (with Olan doing the drying of the both of them.)
	Thereafter, it was Olan’s dick back into Ashley’s mouth.
	Not a minute later and Olan was cumming off.
	Ashley made a face as her Daddy’s cum filled her mouth.  She choked, gagged, and sputtered not liking the taste of spunk whatsoever.  Olan was grinning and keeping a maintained hand on his child’s head making her suck-suck-suck until all his cum blast was in her mouth.
	She swallowed some but spat out most of the goo.
	Olan grinned.
	Dim was going to fuck something even if it was a knothole!
	Down on the floor did Olan lay his child, opening her legs and ogling her pussy.  Dim had to climb up on a small wooden crate to see the goings on.  And damn it all if Olan’s bare backside blocked the prime view!  It was obvious, though, that the Daddy-of-the-Year award winner was doing (licking out his daughter’s pussy!)
	Dim thought of Tiffany.  As the fresh image of the young girl began to fill his thoughts, the bathroom door opened and there was another daughter of Olan’s, Candice.  And instead of freaking out like she should about what her Daddy was doing to Ashley, she stood silently still.  She was in awe; mouth open, eyes wide, but no shrieking or screaming or any of that.  Olan sat up and apparently said something ‘for the next thing Dim saw was Candice stripping off her raspberry string top, bra, and shucking her off-red shorts and then lavender colored panties.
	Cum was spurting from Dim’s dick—it couldn’t be helped.  Candice was thirteen and had a very nice teenage body.  Nice set of titties, shapely body, great tight ass, a short waist, and perfectly shaped “pie.”
	“I’m gonna fuck that.” Dim made a determination.
	Olan then moved to a leaning position and Dim could see that he was jacking off—cumming off, onto Ashley’s pussy he had been feverishly licking out.  Candice came to settle her own pussy onto Ashley’s confused face.  Then Olan leaned to her and kissed her.  After some serious Frenching, Candice leaned down and began sucking on her Daddy’s cock.
	Dmitri was just about lofted into orbit.  He wondered, too, if there was an EMAD involved or conditioning or what.  Inquiring snoopy minds had to know.  It seemed as though Olan Redspunk was someone he had to get to know—personally!
	After much sucking on her Daddy’s dick, there was another cum blast.  This time, the spunk spewed onto Ashley’s cunt whereupon Candice was seemingly commissioned to lick it up.  There was a shelf, dirt encrusted grime on the window, and the “angle of the dangle” obscuring optimum viewing—but it did look like Ashley was licking out her sister’s cunt.
	There was another sister in the household, plus a young brother.  Dim wondered about them.  After Candice had cleaned up the mess from Ashley’s snatch, Olan positioned himself behind the girl with his long legs sticking out of the bathroom.  Both cars belonging to the parental units were in the drive suggesting both parental units were home; Olan had a ragtop ’68 Mustang while wifey number three had a regular sedan.  There were lights on in the front of the trailer, the kitchen, and back bedrooms.  Dmitri just had to meet this family!

*

Bullshit, horseshit, septic tanks, and politicians (all about the same)
	When you’re in a bad way (sexually) and in need (of sex) and have the means (EMAD) there’s only one thing to do.  So far his snooping had resulted in a couple of re-takes to snoop back on at a later time.  More snooping was, of course, in store.  He had to get laid—one way or another.  Of course, he could easily leave the trailer park and make for Becky’s place.  Her three nieces would be “available”; they were still dealing with the sudden “loss” of their Daddy—er, “missing—missing” daddy…
	But he felt that there was probably something around the trailer park to satisfy his need.  And he was right!  Just a couple of trailer spots over from Olan Redspunk there was the home of “Conner”.  No car in the gravel drive; there was an off-set garage, no door and crammed with too much stuff for a car to reside in.  Lots of bushes surrounding the trailer that had its wheels removed as well as the front “hitch”.  The trailer was set into the ground with a foundation making it near level with the landscape.  Dim found two teenage girls in the living room—drunk.

	Perfect.
	Perfect opportunity.
	The girls, Lacy Conner and Lana McKnight, were sweet sixteen—but not so sweet as they had gotten into the liquor cabinet.  No parental unit was home, nor was Lacy’s younger siblings.  Lacy had a nice bod, great tight little short waisted ass; nice soft alluring bouncy breasts; was a horseman, girl scout, honor student.  Shoulder length blond hair, rosey cheeks, sweet personality, sometimes a bit of an air head and didn’t get most jokes or saw the “big picture.”
	Her best friend, Lana, had long mid back length dark hair, dark eyes, a little slender in the body, smaller titties, and a smaller butt.  Like Lacy, Lana rode horses and was in the scouts for girls.  Both girls were being silly as they got into the booze; from Tennessee to Canada the girls sampled a shot of this and some of that.  And it didn’t take long for the two to get totally ripped.
	The front door was locked, so was the sliding door.
	There was, however, a secondary door that was opened to the backyard access.  Not locked.  Dim knew the Conner family, Mr. Conner had placed a couple of gallons of hooch orders with Dim allowing him (Dim) access to the Conner family—another girl and a younger brother.
	Lacy and Lana were in the living room with Lana laying on the sofa blitzed out of her mind.  Lacy stumbled all over the place finally colliding with the sofa and falling over the back of it to slid down onto her best friend.  Their legs got all tangled and they became “scissored” with their crotches crunched together.
	Perfect.
	‘take your clothes off.”  A simple request.
	And it was honored.
	Neither girl seemed to have any compunction against stripping off their clothes.  They continued to be giddy and once naked—on their own—they embraced one another AND EVEN KISSED!  Dim was well pleased.  More pleasures were to cum…
	After their brief kiss, the girls semi on their own and somewhat encouraged by the unseen Dmitri Tsugua, the girls pounded their naked poons together and began fondling the other’s breasts.  Dim couldn’t hold back any longer.  The minding device disabled their girls’ minds from knowing of his presence.  Walking up to them and even saying “hi” assured him that with their unknowledgement of his existence he was going to have a good time.  The girls were oblivious to his presence.
	He swigged on a shot of Canadian whiskey then stripped off his own clothes.  Into Lacy’s mouth he went first almost spurting off within the first few strokes of her lovely mouth going back and forth on his prong.  He had Lana suck on his ball sac with his mind drifting back to his high school days…
Flashback
	Patricia Jane Gougehole was the object of his attention—or affection.  Was it because she was the daughter of a minister?  Was it because of her slight Texas drawl?  Maybe those supple breasts, nice tight ass, occasional swearing.  She was cute in a plain sort of way, long brown hair, and a hint of mischievousness dwelling deep inside her.  And once he had heard her fart!
	At the time, when electronic mind altering devices were “all the rage”, so were, too, counter measures.  EMAD detectors were also “all the rage”, tracking devices on children, and EMAD deterrents.  There were also ruses—that being “goats”—that being people perceived to be under the influence of a User’s mind altering device who were not so by reason of an undetectable E-deterrent or were allowed to be under the mysterious mind altering link but were under observation.
	With that in mind—it was a wise and best thing to be leery and wary of using a minding gadget.  Dmitri enjoyed his freedom and had no intention of losing said freedom.  Soooo, a little “test” was in order to ensure that freedom and his Subjects were on the Up and Up.  
	One morning, midweek school session, Dim set his sights on Patricia Jane and her ever present girlfriend, Clarice.  The girls were at their lockers at the far end of the science/art annex building where the hall turned down the short end of the “L”.  According to his EMAD—the girls were easily swayed to his whim.  No one else seemed to be around—the doors to the classrooms there were locked.  It was a few minutes before 7:30AM.  
	After racing to the huge double doors at the short end of the “L” hall and assuring himself of security, he positioned Patricia Jane and her sidekick in that spot at the corner of the “L” where there were no lockers and quickly “felt” her up, fingered her crotch, squeezed her breasts, then blatantly hauled out his cock having Patricia Jane masturbate him.
	Typical teenage action.
	Patricia Jane did not react adversely, freak out, or call for help.
	No one came busting out a any wall locker, classroom, or thru the double doors.  But, to continue to assure himself that all was good, 
	“Take off your clothes!” he directed Clarice.
	And while Clarice stripped off ALL of her clothing, Dmitri got Patricia Jane out of hers as well as his own.  Oh yes it was bold—being so close to the time when students started gathering in the hallways at their lockers and classroom doors.  But it was a test sorta-kinda.  He got Patty to go to her knees and suck his cock while Clarice stood by them.  While Clarice stood by them—Dim fingered the girl’s pussy before having her lay out on her clothes.
	The desire had always been to fuck Patricia Jane—but Dimmy positioned himself onto Clarice and drilled her firstly—all the while Patricia Jane sat on her knees with Dim eyeing her cunt.
	Clarice was not a virgin.
	Neither was Patricia Jane!  A minister’s daughter!  Imagine!
	There wasn’t time for a proper fuck.  Dim got his nuts off, dressed, got the girls to dress, then plagued their minds with suggestions—mostly to meet him at lunch.  There were three classes before lunch—Dim would never make it!

	English, Math, History—fifty-five minutes each class, five minutes to get to the next class.  All a blur.  At 7:35AM he had Patricia Jane and Clarice Clopcrick naked on a hallway floor FUCKING one of them!  It was a dream.  It was an illusion of some sort of fanciful fantasy.  Neither girl was a virgin.  And with extra enhancements to the EMAD—Dmitri Tsugua made amazing discoveries.
	At lunch the girls ditched the gaggle of girls they usually hung out with and met up with Dmitri in the upper parking lot north of the tennis court northeast of the cafeteria.  No time was wasted and he got Patty J laid out in the front seat of his truck; shirt up and pants/panties down (and off.)  He took time out to examine the girl’s cunt, finger it, lick it, admire it.  As he positioned himself on the girl easing his cock into her he probed her mind.
	‘whose been in your pussy?’
	‘do you have sex with your brother?’
	‘do you have sex with Clarice?’
	‘do you like Dmitri?’
	His cock dwelled nicely in Patty’s pussy, he strove to hold off blowing his load so quickly but felt cum shooting out his pisser in quick fashion.  The sun burned his bare ass and a dozen girls at least filled his mind he wanted to fuck.  The cheerleader squad came to mind, too; then every girl in the choir.
	‘spank me!’ he electronically minded to the standing Clarice.
	It was a new thrill—to be spanked while fucking!  To be spanked by the girlfriend of the girl he was fucking!  Then, to learn that the girl he was fucking had her first sexual encounter with a boy not a boyfriend when she was twelve—twelve!  And the boy was fourteen!  Fourteen!
	No sex with brother—afraid of getting caught and/or pregnant.
	Some fooling around with Clarice—more would be done but there never was time or privacy.  So far they had pressed their bodies together, kissed lightly, fondled the other’s breasts, and got ultra horny.
	Yeah, she liked Dmitri.
	More questions (about here liking of Dmitri) was burgeoning, but so was a pending orgasm that came shooting out his dick like lightning.
	An incredible sensation never before experienced filled him; from his toes to his hair, even his tongue!  A tingling sensation that last long after the orgasm.  A great gusher load of cum filled Patty J’s cunt; Dim arched his back as he made thrust after thrust, straining his cock to get every ounce of feeling possible.
	When done there was little time for Clarice.  He did get her titties out and play with them—if he had of thought he would have had her eat out Patricia Jane’s cum soaked cunt AND fucked her in the ass while she did it!  But he didn’t think of it—he barely had the power to think at all!
	He did have a little fling with Clarice; other than playing with her titties he had her take her own pants and underwear down.  He got a bit of a handjob but his cock was kinda of gamey and sore by that point.  Just seeing the girl naked was a plus; he fingered her, spanked her, and dragged the sore aching gamey cock against her fuckable fucked cunt.
	At the end of the day just before Patty’s ride arrived to whisk her home,
	‘have your brother shave your cunt.’ the time of which was up to her “when it’s safe to do so.”
	After shaving, young sibling, Adam, was to “get some.”
	‘after your brother shaves your pussy, let him fuck you.’
	And when she came to school the following day after having brother Adam shave her cunt—‘wear a dress and no panties.’
	After Patricia Jane and Clarice—

	Allison Gregory
	Allison Gregory was a year younger, incredible cute, flaming red hair, short, round face, great ass.  Dmitri and Allison shared a class and from day one—Dmitri wanted to see Allison bobbing on his knob (among other things.)  The girl was so bubbly, happy-go-lucky, fuckable.  She often smelled of strawberry perfume that excited Dimmy greatly.
	One day, there she was—standing out in front of the school.  It was near twenty minutes after school had officially let out.
	“What’s up?”
	“Waiting for my ride.” She said in a slight annoyed huff. 
	“I can give you a lift.” And how!
	Allison shrugged, “Ok.”
	Dmitri smiled and as soon as the girl was at his truck—he nailed her.
	Right out in the parking lot hopefully out of prying eye sight he pushed the girl down onto the green vinyl seat then pushed himself up against that wondrous ass.  Along with the ass, Allison Gregory had a nice set of titties, too.  Dim fondled them as his throbbing rock hard cock pressed hard against the girl’s ass.

	Students from the football team, some cheerleaders, students on detention began filing out to the front of the school annoying Dmitri’s privacy.  He scooted Allison into the truck, fingered her between her legs, kissed her, fondled and squeezed her bodacious fifteen year old titties, then fired up his truck and headed off lightly releasing her mind from the grab-hold of the EMAD at his side.
	To ease her and whatever, Dim stopped at a popular fast food restaurant that featured rootbeer floats.  Allison was lighthearted and not in the least aware of Dim’s earlier fingering/fondling of her person.  They talked of school, parents, friends, the up coming game and so on.  Afterwards they reloaded into the truck and off to Sally’s home.
	During the conversation at the restaurant Dim learned that Allison’s dad worked downtown while her Mom was a homebody.  That was good news.  No siblings there were, but occasionally there was a cousin or two who came to stay over for a while for various reasons.
	Dim got the family spiel while driving to Allison’s home.  He didn’t mind, she would make it up to him soon enough.  She rattled on and on until Dim finally pulled up to the girl’s house—and he didn’t even have to zap her mind electronically as the overly friendly unwary girl invited him in—to meet her mother!
	Allison’s mother, Jane Marie, wasn’t bad looking; strawberry blond, kinda tall (about six foot), very slender build, bodacious ta-tas!  She was sweet and greeted Dim warmly.  When the two were distracted by typical Mother-Daughter banter, Dim zapped them.  Seemed the thing to do.  It was a little after four o’clock and Allison’s Daddy would be home around five-thirty.  Plenty of time.
	Now it was decision time—the mommy or the daughter.
	The daughter.
	Dmitri hugged Allison, patted her butt, eyed her Mommy standing behind her then eased Allison down the hall to her bedroom.  After laying the girl out on her bed he went to Jane Marie and escorted her to her room and laid her out on her bed.
	Then he pulled down her beige slacks and “doing the daughter first” fell to second place.  Almost hurriedly did Dim strip out of his clothes, pre-cum soiled his piss slit and he was near blast off by the time he got the woman’s panties off.  A nice pussy greeted him—neatly trimmed with a tattoo of a colorful unicorn rearing up, snorting fire, and sporting an engorged cock!
	Wow!
	Dim got her blouse and bra off and by then his cock was in agony.  He finally slid into Jane Marie’s cunt and felt streams of cum squirting right off.  His cock magnificently remained steadfastly hard enough to continue the job; he suckled on the woman’s titties and drove his dick into oblivion.
	The sensation was sinfully sensational.  A tingling sensation erupted thru his body like never before.  Was it because she was a woman?  Allison’s Mom?  The shagging of her was so illegal, immoral, illicit?  Maybe a combo of all the above.  Dim drove his prick to the brink of orgasmic bliss—then charged on over the live deliver a tumultuous release of sexual bliss like never before.
	Then he rested, wandered to the kitchen to snag some domestic brewskies from the fridge then made way to Allison who lay in wait.  She had peed herself a little—that was a little bit of a turn-on for Dim.  He stripped the girl naked, opened her legs and devoured her young teenage cunny.
	He didn’t mind the slight pee presence—it only fueled his lust.  Allison he knew he could make a little more livelier, more aware of what was going on but the EMAD was already kind of sort maxed out in power output so he didn’t chance it.  He licked and lapped, nipped, and sucked to his heart’s content—then mounted the girl and drove into her cunny his love tool.
	Allison had previously enjoyed love tools from her occasionally visiting cousins; one was a year younger than she and the other two years older.  She didn’t take it up the ass and wasn’t too keen on giving head.  Handjobs—yes, blowjobs—no.
	After another visit to Jane and a shower thereafter, Dim took time to clean the mother and daughter, then left them without dinking around with their minds.  They were left with a strange feeling of being horny.  It wasn’t the EMAD that was lacking in power or prowess, it was Dmitri himself—he was worn out!

Evil streak
	Normally the dark side of being human was curbed—saying for the general populace.  But the dark side is there—waiting.  Waiting for opportunity.  Sometimes the dark side of humanity is easily accessible or it doesn’t take much for evil to break thru and present itself.
	Sometimes rudeness of another, brashness, gall, rubbed the wrong way, hearing someone bad mouthing, getting cut off in traffic, and so on and on and on.  Most of us can brush off rudeness of another but sometimes—sometimes we as mere humans just snap.
	But evil has many faces and exhibits itself in many forms; retribution is only a small facet of evil.  Some people are just inherently evil and go beyond their way to perpetuate their dark side.
	Then, with the advent of the EMAD a new “evil” surfaced and began to run rampant.  Dmitri Tsugua was one such.  Most times, Dmitri’s dark-evil was curbed and maintained in his closet.  With the EMAD a part of his life—opportunity reigned supreme.

	Just after leaving the Gregory house and there was “opportunity” at the corner of the street.  A large park that butted up against an elementary school was across the street.  Strangely, no one hardly was using the park.  Dmitri eyed the girl and a quiver surged thru him.  The girl, about ten or so, had a nice-nice but, budding buds, and a nice bod overall.  Dim just had to have it—he just had to!
	The girl acted a little nervous; she carried a book bag that she kept slinging on and off her shoulder.  She checked the street sign a couple of times, her watch, then crossed the street to the park making a cut across thru the middle.  There were some kids at the soccer field, the girl slowed her pace then returned to the corner she had been standing at.
	‘come to the truck.’
	There was a line of houses from the 50s on Wentwhere St. that faced one side of the park.  On Hobogone Ave. there were houses from the 60s.  Hobogone Ave. spanned several blocks emptying out onto a larger 4-lane highway at one end and a midtown thoroughfare at the other.
	The young girl paused a moment, looked around, cocked her head, licked her lips, and picked at her butt.  Dim smiled and re-sent the command.  The girl wore a nice red shirt, short sleeved, yellow daisy on the front.  Knee-length blue jeans.  She was way cute and Dim just had to see her (naked!)
	Slowly the girl made way from the street sign to the old 70s style domestic pick-up parked at the bathrooms.  Great oak and elm trees occupied space about the yellow stucco bathroom building; some picnic tables w/barbeques were about; the parking lot was off the road being mostly hard packed dirt and gravel.
	“Lisa” came up to the truck; she was even cuter close up!
	Dim already had the truck’s door open and Lisa crawled right in—after Dim’s minding machine told her to do so.  What bothered Dim was that it was so open to view; he parked his truck at an angle and facing the road in hopes that if anyone HAD seen the girl they would have thought she had gone into the bathroom building instead of a stranger’s pick-up.
	Directly across from the park was a huge sump hole fenced in.  So the only “worry” would be from anyone in the park and Wentwhere St.  But those folks on Wentwhere were kind of at a disadvantage due to the friggin’ trees and distance and the angle of the truck.  Anywhere from Wentwhere and Dim’s truck was obscured.  Hobogone Ave. was interrupted by the sump hole, at where Wentwhere emptied into Hobogone was the end of Wentwhere’s houses for a full block.  Then, there was the rundown area with Beggersnot Ln. intersecting into Hobogone.  Only the few houses on Beggersnot Ln. posed a security threat.
	After Lisa Toesrott was in the front seat, Dim checked and rechecked the corner houses then slowly pulled out pushing his passenger down below seeing level.
	Lisa got comfortable down in the floorboard, Dim charged his ride to Boneinhole St., the main street thru the middle of the annex of the city which was in the county and no longer a part of the city.  He turned going up all the way to his high school then beyond it into the sump field.  Huge mounds of broken construction refuse and dirt mounds of recycled dirty oil from nearby oil fields.
	Once way out of sight then did Lisa get to come out and sit on the seat.
	A better place there could have been; more secure, out of the direct sun light, and so on.  It was one of those “spur of the moment” type things.  Dim laid the girl out on the seat lengthwise and stood at the open passenger door staring at her.  He knew he was scum; he shrugged and undone Lisa’s pants and slowly slid them down.  Pink panties there was to greet him, nice and tight against her body.  The red shirt came off nextly.  More staring came; then, he lifted Lisa’s legs planting her bare feet on the headboard/ceiling .  The view of the girl’s body (crotch) then was fantastic—super fantastic!
	More fantastic views came as those pink panties came off nextly.
	A “touch of evil” transcended the realms of decency—this after Dim took some time in licking out the little girl’s pussy.  The ten year old had a wondrous pussy—wondrous!  Dim licked, nipped, and sucked hard on the whole cunt area before finally stripping off his clothes and mounting the girl.

*

A cumming asunder
	What came over him he didn’t know; but after the “Lisa” incident there came another.  It was a beginning—or something.  Something  attributed to the subtle evilness of the use of the EMAD perpetuated a siege of wicked immorality never before known but accelerated to preposterous realms.  The out and out kidnapping and subsequent raping of Lisa Toesrott was one thing.  And the kidnapping and subsequent raping of ten year old Lisa Toesrott had no bearing on Dmitri; he enjoyed her body, smoothed his hands all over her, devoured her pussy with his mouth—and then his dick, spanked her, peed on her broken-in pussy, finger fucked her asshole, spanked, then returned her to the park.
	Lisa’s cunt had been wondrous to his cock; tight, virginal, snug.  Breaking in a virgin pussy was fantastic.  Not all of his teen prick made penetration but close counts.  Running his hands all over her was super and enticed him to reach other boundaries—like the spanking, peeing on her pussy, etc.
	The thing was, though, she was mindless—unawares.  That kind of curbed his enthusiasm a tad bit; it seemed as though it wasn’t the whole point of kidnapping someone for the purposes of sexual contact—it was the overpowerment, too.
	Caressing Lisa’s ass was fantastic, he held her to him sitting on the passenger side, both naked, sweating, reeking of sex sweat, and lust overbounding.  He loved on the girl, fingered her funk hole, then found a new thrill in laying the girl across his lap to spank her.  He wished she had been a little more aware, to fuss and carry on—beg not to be spanked.
	After the spanking there came the peeing.
	More spanking, more penetration to her pussy, then more loving on her before finally cleaning her up, massaging her pussy, kissing, and putting away a strong desire to keep her and fuck her brains out.  The desire was incredible.  There was, of course, no way he could bring her home and “keep her”; his parents were bound to find out and frown upon his unusual need.
	Back to Patricia Jane.
	Two days later, after he had subjected her mind to a narly “suggestion”, Dmitri was thrilled to find the girl with a shaven cunt.  His power of suggestion had worked!  He was enthralled!  In the “L” hallway he accosted her, under the power of the every trustworthy minding device; she wore a dress—as per suggested—and no panties (also as per suggested.)  Dim fingered and fingered her pussy all over, grabbed her ass and slipped his cock out, too.
	Other students, though, interrupted his plan to fuck the girl right then and there—so he held off until lunch time where he nailed her in the Art class along with Clarice.  The following night while Patricia Jane’s parental units were in the living room relaxing, Patricia Jane got her brother, Adam, to shave her cunt.  Dim wished he had been there—the details Patricia Jane supplied were sketchy and not so well detailed.
	“Did you and your brother have sex?”
	“Yes.”
	Dim was pleased with that.
	Of course he was going to have to get involved and see the action for himself.  But before that—
	After taking an extra class, an elective, Dim learned a few things about electronics.  The class was, of course, Electronics.  Dim also got into class of radio and understood more about the philosophy of radio waves, electronic waves, and all things electronical.
	That helped in his understanding of the minding gadget he couldn’t live without.  He began making “enhancements” to the point he felt confident enough to “kick it up a notch”; that being having the Subjects be more “aware” of their situation but still be controlled enough to behave themselves and not be a problem.
	With that being said--

	A Sixth Sense?  He wasn’t sure but he thought something of Greg Brady the day he (Dmitri) saw him (Greg) snooping around the neighborhood.  And there was something worth snooping, too; at one particular house in family room of sorts, several young-young kids were playing a popular family game—the one with colored circles on a plastic game board placed on the floor.
	Thing was, though, these kids were all naked!
	Slinking in the bushes, Greg Brady, spied and jerked off.  He had a pair of panties to aid him, too!  In the family room of the Bugger family house, the game was in full progress with Grady Bugger in charge.  Grady was a deputy sheriff for the county, twelve years of being a deputy sheriff for the county.  He was a good looking man; graying temples, stone face, no pudge belly, and also naked.
	Dmitri assumed an EMAD was probably in use.  It was widely known that law enforcing agencies and their agents had greater access to mind altering devices than the general public—but it was from the “general public” that these mind altering devices were acquired!
	The children playing were a mix of girls and boys; none younger than six years, none older than nine years.  One black girl, one Asian (Korean), the rest common white with some lily white and some well kissed by the sun.  One girl had blond hair that was long, straight, and clear down to her butt (bare butt).  It was quite a scene and Dim got highly aroused just as Greg.
	Dim was curious about Greg—even more so than about the naughty deputy!
	It was the panties Greg was using as a physical aid—whose panties did they belong to?  A sister was assumable.  Possibly his Mother’s, a cousin, an aunt, or stolen from a clothesline.  The boy, about thirteen or so, would beat his meat furiously for a minute or so then peek back into the house and beat his meat all the harder.
	In the house, in the family room, Grady Bugger had one little girl, the long blond hair child, across his lap spanking her.  Not hard, but a spank nonetheless.  The children playing were a big mass of nakedness.  It was quite a scene, quite intriguing.  The young players jostled and jumbled all over the plastic playing field seemingly unawares of the naughtiness they were cavorting.
	The deputy brought the young girl, Heather, up to a standing position and hugged her.  His hands roamed all over her naked body, she was the oldest at about nine; very pretty girl, lovely long blond hair, lily white.  Grady Bugger squeezed her little butt then slowly brought her down to sit on his lap—and his thoroughly engorged cock!
	No penetration, though; the man gouged the bulbous tip to the girl’s pooter hole, clutched her ass tightly and was close—close to making entry but he didn’t. He did gouge the girl’s pussy before sending her back to the throng of naked children and plucking the black girl to “ride” him.
	Greg went on to jerk off before slinking away to the back alley.  Dmitri held fast for a moment, watching as the deputy also spanked the new girl, fingered her butt hole, then got her to suck him.  That was incredible.  The girl was placed on her knees and the naughty-naughty-oh-so-naughty man opened his legs and waggled his cock before her sweet innocent face.  Cum was squirting and the apparently unwary girl took the “offering” and began lapping up the squirting juices before placing her lips over the glossed tip and sucked.
	None of the other children were paying any attention.
	Dmitri paid attention; but he kinda-sorta had a feeling about Greg, too.
	A freckled faced very cute red head girl with frizzy red flaming hair came to Grady’s lap nextly, she was no more than seven or so.  Flat body but a beginning of a nice butt.  Grady lay the girl on the sofa, opened her legs and ogled her with a serious lust that only meant one thing.
	Penetration was imminent—
	Then a car pulled up into the driveway.
	That aint good.

	A nice tall woman in a beige pantsuit got out of a nice modern day middle income import car.  Brown hair up in a bun, briefcase in one hand, a little stern in the face but fuckable.  Did the woman know what the man was doing while she was out working corporate America?
	Peering inside the family room and there was a mad scramble of a horny nude man getting into his clothes—so the answer would be a definitive No.  the eight children were a bit of a bother—the man had a hell of time scrambling them back into their clothing and was panicking.  The panic kicked up when the woman made for the front door.
	Anyone call for a hero?
	Well, no, but Dim stepped in anyway.
	‘like naked little boys and girls?’ an inquiring mind had to know.
	And the definitive answer was not No but HELL NO!
	Well, so much for that.
	Dim slipped up to her—behind her, fondle-fondle-fondle, then; moving her into the garage he positioned the tall woman against hubby’s deputy sheriff’s car.  The garage door was down/closed, access was from a single access door from the front patio.  A nice house, single story, brick and stucco with brick columns making a nice roof covered front patio for reading paper, watching what the neighbors are up to, the grass grow…
	The pants came down along with the panties in one fell move.  Dim felt up the woman all over, squeezing her ass and still hard from watching the woman’s naughty-naughty-oh-so-naughty husband.
	Then he found something—
	In the woman’s ass.
	Asshole.
	Something in the woman’s asshole.
	No, not a turd—that’d be gross.
	Anal beads.  Can we say anal beads?  Can we say kinky?
	‘What’s the difference between Kinky and Erotic?’
	‘Erotic is with a feather—kinky is the whole chicken!’
	There was a tat of a rearing horsey, black ink, snorting fire (yellow and red) on left ankle; a tat of a rose with black and red petals just to one side of her pussy.  And the pussy was shaven!
	The beads, though, were of high interest.
	Dim had no idea about “anal beads” and didn’t know what to think.  He would have to ask Becky later.  Twelve beads, a strand of twelve beads that looked more like the beads from one of those mats you put in your car seat.  Dim’s dick was hard enough to sink a ship.  And just touching the woman’s pussy virtually sent him off.  So, with the woman bent over the car, Dim slid himself into her and gave her a definitive fuck.
	Banging “Sheryl” was good—damn good; Dim’s cock drove nicely into her shaven cunt and found great pleasure in doing so.  When his cock slipped out he plunged it into her funk hole and plowed the Hershey Highway finding new nuances to thrill him.
	Then he heard Deputy Sheriff Bugger	calling for his “missing” wife.
	Dim hated interruptions.
	He manage to bust a nut before the door opened from the kitchen into the garage.  Dim zapped the man “just in time.”  A headache there was, his cock ached, and there was a houseful of lovely young girls…
	But first!
	The anal beads were returned to Sheryl.
	Grady was returned to the family room.
	The kiddies were in another room, a den, all under the influence of Grady’s minding device.  They were clothed.
	‘we’re you going to fuck that little red head girl?’
	“Yes.”
	And he had almost done so, too.
	But in doing so—he would have left the girl with a sore cunt she would have definitely realized after her mind was released.  But Grady was determined—and desperate.  Dim sighed, thought it over, mulled it over, then thought some more before dropping to his knees before the cute little red headed girl.

	Teenage girls had “parts”; titties and more shape.
	Young girls had cute faces, smiles, bright eyes, and a little shape.
	What the desire was eluded Dmitri; he knew it was wrong, illicit, immoral, and illegal.  But barring that, the girls with flat chests and hairless poons were incredibly desirable!  It was an unnatural draw, he knew that—but there didn’t seem to be anything he could do about it.  The pursuit of pleasure—illicit or otherwise, was just too much to ignore.
	So he didn’t.
	Anna K, the girl with the red hair, was the object of illicit pursuit.  Very skinny child, about eight years young, nice sunny round face.  She was equally pretty with her clothes off!  Dim shook his head—it was so wrong but so right!  Clutching the girl to himself the grind of growing up, college, a job, parents, friends, society as a whole all ebbed away.  His hands smoothed over the nakedness of the bright-sunny little girl whom Deputy Bugger nearly-very nearly penetrated.
	Dim fingered the girl; his cock soared to full erection and he casually thought of the young teen boy who had also been spying.  He, too, had strong unnatural desires to fuck the little girl(s).  
	After much fingering, Dim leaned back on the sofa having little Anna K reside on his lap—his cock gouging her delicate virginal pussy.  Cum was already squirting soiling the child’s poon.  Dim gouged his tingling cock head against her slit and with the lubrication provided by said cock head penetration was doable.

	The phone ringing was a bother—so was when some fool came to the door and knocked, rang the bell, knocked, peeked into the front window, then walked away—only to come back a couple minutes and do it all over again.  Dim was too busy to investigate; after soiling and deflowering little Anna K, he went on to Kammi L.  Kammi was a Korean girl of eight years young and she was a joy to enjoy.  A beautiful girl, dark eyes and hair, a small mouth, small eyes, small body.
	With the “enhancements” to the minding gadget, Dim was able to get the girl to undress herself.  He had taken the joy of undressing Anna K himself, but while his cock ached and recuperated from deflowering Anna K, Dim put it to Kammi to undress herself.
	So hurriedly had Grady Bugger been in dressing the children when his wife came home unexpectedly he had not gotten her panties on.  There were four pairs of panties Dim had found shoved under the sofa; green, yellow, white, pinkish.  Once the girl was nude (again) he brought her to be between his legs whereupon much like with Anna K he fingered her.
	With his cock still smoldering and aching so he got Kammi to “handle” his cock and please him.  Kammi did so and Dim was pleased.
	More pleasures came with the girl “going down” on Dim’s dick.
	He tried Q&Aing her but either that feature didn’t work or wasn’t in tune to work on children.  The manner in which so easily took to sucking his cock gave him wonder if she was a “pro.”  Did she have brothers?  A naughty daddy?  A naughty uncle?  She sucked and sucked and sucked—Dim felt the stirrings of a wonderful orgasm streaming thru his engorged prick and a jut of liquid gooey love squirted into Kammi’s mouth; another squirt anointed her face and that was all there was.
	The girl’s mind was too warped via the minding device to know that the goo in her mouth and on her face was supposed to be distasteful.  She was mindless.  Dim, of course, would prefer her to be a little more aware, a little more herself.  He also would actually prefer her to be a little older; twelve at least, thirteen or fourteen, even sixteen would also be acceptable.
	His dick wasn’t quite strong enough to penetrate the delicate pussy of Kammi L; a little fingering, some tongue action, and damned dire determination fixed that.  Laying the tyke out on the floor by the sofa and the dirty deed was done.  Not fully, the head and a couple of inches.  Mostly Dim grinded his cock against the child’s cunt and had to be satisfied with that.
	There, too, was the girl’s asshole…
	Clara C was the token black girl.  She was cute, though; hair back in an odd pony tail with pink, green, and red ribbons scattered somewhat haphazardly all about.  A curious face she had, and at eight—she had “budding buds.”  A nice smooth pussy—of which Dim took much time licking and determining that she was not—NOT a virgin!
	Again, though, the EMAD failed to gather the information on the circumstances surrounding the whyfore.  Dim hoped for a follow-up after once more “enhancing” the nifty mind altering device.  And despite the girl’s non-virgin status there was no penetration.  His cock just wasn’t in it—not up to breeching such a young cunt.  He had to settle for more grinding followed by spanking.  With the girl’s mind essentially locked to what ills befell her she was oblivious to the spanking.
	The spanking did little to enthuse Dim’s dick.  It ached and was greatly sore.
	He took a shower.
	The phone rang—and rang—and the answering machine kicked in.
	A cell phone rang.
	Dmitri was getting annoyed—and knew that eventually someone outside the house/family would get overly curious and/or concerned and come knocking—possibly with police!  After the shower, he snagged a beer from the fridge and checked on Grady and Sheryl.

	Heather, Donna, Trisha, Judy, Gianna, and Kellie remained for Dim to “enjoy.”  He didn’t know if any of the children were of Grady and Sheryl’s, why they were all assembled in the home, or what the circumstances were but he figured as much they weren’t likely to be so assembled in the future.  Maybe, but Dim didn’t know what he would be doing or where.
	He sent Sheryl back to work—this after reinserting the anal beads!
	Then he drank another while considering Grady Bugger.
	The man had unnatural desires—just as Dim himself had.  But Dim thought it over and decided it was a risk; at sometime, Deputy Bugger might turn on him—and that would be bad.  Of course, Dim figured he could acquire some “evidence” that would equally seal the deputy’s fate, too; but Dim’s fate would also be in jeopardy so he nixed being friends with Grady and continued on with his shenanigans.
	Time was issue; the phone kept ringing and another knocker came interrupting Dim’s festivities.  Nine year old Heather was a fantastic little girl, super long blond hair, amazing blue eyes, a lily white body and a nice-nice bald beaver.  Dim’s hands went all over the young girl encouraging him on.  Heather didn’t blink an eye—until Dim touched her cunny with his aching smoldering cock.
	Slight cause for concern.
	The girl still seemed to be “under” but her awareness level was coming around.  Dim fondled her butt, fingered her cunt, squeezed her body to his, then gouged her cunny getting another eye blink session.  The EMAD’s readouts indicated a slight dip in brain wave capturing teetering on the Yellow zone—which was right next to Red zone which was total loss of cohesion.  And that would be bad.
	Donna, Trisha, Judy, Gianna, and Kellie would just have to wait.
	The girls were redressed—of course Dim fondled them, kissed and fingered them, and somehow managed to keep his cock out of them.  He figured that his nifty little mind altering gadget was overtaxed; he had the deputy mind, the eight girls, and the deputy’s wife all manipulated via the minding machine so it would seem it was overworked.
	Only after Dim had released the kids and Deputy Bugger did he realize,
	‘Hey, HE had an EMAD!’ Dim could have probably used the deputy’s minding device to help aid him in having his thrills with the girls!  Damn!  Dim did “suggest” to Deputy Grady Bugger to “go ahead, do them, at least one!”
	While Dim stood outside damning himself for not realizing Grady had an EMAD he could have probably used, Anna K was once more stripped naked, fondled, fingered, licked out, and then fucked.

*
Family fucks
	She wasn’t too particularly cute; a little flat chested, not much of a butt, either.  But she had potential.  Her sisters were cuter, especially the youngest one.  The middle sister had a bright sunny face, a fantastic smile, and picked at her butt drawing the unwanted attention of a one Dmitri Tsugua.
	Also taking note of the butt picking was the girl’s new brother, Greg.
	Dim knew Greg, sorta-kinda; though Dim was out of high school, junior high, those schools still held him by their sports programs and coaches.  Dim himself helped out with some coaching at the junior high level—but that was on an ulterior motive special.  That being the young cheerleaders on the sidelines…
	‘have you seen her naked?’
	No.
	‘would you LIKE to see her naked?’
	Not Yes but HELL YES!
	Dim smiled.
	Greg had a boner.
	The girls, Marsha and Jan, were sisters and were step-sisters to Greg.
	Greg had known the girls a year before his Dad married their Mom.
	Greg had two younger brothers, no sisters.
	During the year after his Dad had married their Mom and the blended family came to live in a new house, Greg had caught glimpses of the new sisters in their underwear and a brief glimpse of Jan in the nude in a side view.  The desire was to see the girls butt bare assed naked.  Marsha was twelve, Jan had just turned eleven, and Cindy was barely seven.
	Greg had no problem with seeing all three of them naked.
	‘what about—being naked with them?’
	Yeah, that too.  Greg had no problem with being naked and then subsequently naughty with his new sisters.  Just how far his naughtiness would go wasn’t clear—it was too confounding for Greg to think straight.  Dim got him to go one sister at a time; with Marsha, ‘being naked with her is one thing, would you also like to have sex with her—i.e. FUCK her?’
	That was a given—a whole heartily HELL YEAH!
	‘what about “up the ass”?’
	That was kind of elusive to Greg, he knew the rhetoric “that girl has a nice ass; I’d like get in her ass.” but the actual concept of doing a girl “up the ass” was not in Greg’ s mind set.
	‘in the mouth?’
	Greg had a loose concept of what a “blowjob” was.

	As for Jan, Greg mostly wanted to see her naked and to be naked with her.  As for sex with Jan, he wasn’t sure he could “she was too young, wasn’t she?”
	Well, yeah, but…
	And Cindy?
	Just seeing her naked would be neat.
	‘would you rub your dick against her (Cindy) pussy?’
	*insert game show negative buzzer here.
	Greg couldn’t even imagine himself doing that—there was no desire whatsoever.  He did, though, have the desire to “rub” himself against Jan and Marsha.
	On the flipside,
	(Marsha) ‘would you like to see your brother, Greg, naked?’
	*insert another game show negative buzzer here.
	She had, of course, heard her brothers fart.
	She had, too, accidently let one rip in their presence.
	She had never seen a boy naked of any age.
	(Jan) ‘would YOU like to see your brother, Greg, naked?’
	*insert giggle here.
	Jan Brady wouldn’t mind in the least to see her brother, Greg, naked.
	Jan Brady HAD seen a boy naked; wee little lads of the cousin kind AND new brother Bobby in his bedroom changing clothes. 
	‘if you saw your brother, Greg, laying on his bed naked, would you stop and stare at him?’
	A definitive Yes.
	‘would you like to be naked with Greg?’
	*insert another giggle w/accompanying blush here.
	Dim had his work cut out for him.  He began on enhancing the EMAD.  He knew that he had been able to “suggest” and sway Patricia Jane to the max; he had recently got some little girls and boys plus a deputy and his wife (the boys Dim wasn’t interested in at the moment so they weren’t mentioned).  The EMAD had power and grand capabilities—it also had failings and therefore doubt in its abilities.
	Dim returned to the Bugger house in the interim.
	This time, Deputy Grady Bugger wasn’t home (neither were the children) but Sheryl was home (and she wasn’t alone!)  In the bedroom she shared with her deputy husband who was out defending the world of villainy, Sheryl Bugger was clad in some sort of black leather outfit that was not much of an outfit but what there was was—sexually enticing.  Then, there was the whip.
	The whip and the “strap-on”.
	And the naked redhead woman on the bed was interesting, too.
	Sheryl Bugger; corporate employee, golf pro, business owner, champion equestrian, law school grad AND 5yrs med school knowledge—also into S&M, bondage, and big black dildos.
	She was scary.
	She was interesting—but scary.

And speaking of scary…
	“HEY!  What are you doing!?”
	Dmitri whirled, clunking his knee against a service pipe alongside the house.
	Two boys about fourteen or so stood there addressing him, the shorter one with short brownish blond hair with a blond streak in front, sporting one gold earring, asking the question.  Dim wasted no time and pressed the “emergency” mind zap button stunning the two interlopers successfully.
	After his heart settled, Dim cocked his head, farted, and felt the need to pee.  Another “evil streak” swarmed him and he directed the two mind stunned boys to the backyard of the adjoining house of which the boy with the earring lived.  Into the playhouse—er, “fort” they went; door locked and windows covered.  The “fort” was not so much used by Lane Trotsalott but by his younger sister.  She wasn’t home, nor was Lane’s parental units.  That was a good thing.
	‘you two ever play naughty with each other?’
	Not No but HELL NO!
	Both boys were virgins, too.
	Klyde Grabsballs, however, HAD been naughty with a younger cousin.  The younger cousin was seven years young at the time—Klyde was thirteen.  At a Halloween party, Klyde managed to get the young cousin, Emma, drunk on spiked punch.  Thereafter, Klyde managed to get the young drunk cousin into the backyard of the house of where the Halloween party was happening.  Then he got her naked and rubbed on her.  No fucking, no penetration.  One, he was too scared; two, there was no time.  Partygoers were milling too close and he barely had the time to get her clothes and Halloween costume (pirate) back on.
	But he did rub on her; pussy mostly but against her mouth, too.
	Klyde wanted to do same with Jennifer, Lane’s ten year old sister.
	Neither boy had homosexual tendencies.  Dim smiled, farted, and had Lane and Klyde strip off their clothes.  Their non-homosexual lifestyle was about to change.  Dim was just in one of those moods.  The image of Sheryl and her lover still filled him and he was to do anything to erase it.
	Addressing Lane; ‘you like your friend, Klyde—naked.’
	‘you like to be naked with Klyde.’
	‘you like to play with Klyde’s cock.’
	‘you like to put your cock up Klyde’s ass.’
	Then, for Klyde—‘you like to suck Lane’s cock.’
	‘you like to jack off onto Lane’s balls—then suck them clean!’
	‘you like to be fucked in the ass by Lane—then fuck HIM in the ass, too!’
	‘you like to take a shower with Lane.’
	And both boys would like to embrace each other while naked and deeply (passionately) kiss.  Mutual masturbation would be almost a daily occurrence.  Rim jobbing, ball washing, 69ing, all a part of a daily or weekly participation.
	Both Lane and Klyde had boners by the time Dimmy had infused their young impressionable minds with their new way of life instructions.  Dimmy himself had a boner and instructed Lane to suck him.  meanwhile, Klyde firstly rim jobbed Lane’s asshole—then inserted his hardend cock and sodomized him.
	Dim was pleased.
	Despite Lane’s stance on non-homosexuality—sucking cock seemed to be a “natural.”  Dim pulled out of the boy’s mouth and face fucked him.  Klyde had licked his friend’s anus a minute or so—then was instructed to “go ahead, fuck him (up the ass.)”  Klyde fucked Lane until completion.  The orgasm was fantastic.  Both boys were avid jackers and even jerked off together—just not each other.
	Dim found, then, that Lane DID have a homosexual tendency.  He was curious about what it would be like to handle Klyde’s cock.  Also, what would it be like to “SUCK” Klyde’s cock AND what would it be like to “take it up the ass.”
	Curiosity was a damnedable thing!
	Leaning against a desk, Dim stroked his favorite organ watching the two nude teens carry on; Lane licked and licked on Klyde’s dirt chute.  Somehow, although Dim soundly confirmed that he himself was not a homo, he found watching the two teens go thru the motions he had dictated exciting!  The boys were nude; Klyde had a “mop” of hair, thick, rich, brown, soft brown eyes, soft boyish features, and not a bad body al la nude.
	After Lane had licked good butthole he plunged his cock into the fresh licked hole.  ‘reach around!’ Dim transferred his desire via the EMAD.  Lane “reached around” Klyde’s body and took holt of the boy’s semi hard cock and worked it to Dim’s delight.
	That was soon followed by all out and out sucking—er, that is to say Lane Trotsalott sucking fully and wholly Klyde Grabsballs’ cock.  Afterwards, Klyde took his mouth to Dim’s dick while Lane sodomized him.
	The sound of cock munching, balls slapping, grunting, sweating, all cumulated to an orgasmic crescendo.  The cum blast from Dim’s dick was amazing—he felt the surge of his spunk surging thru his dick and the explosion was more fantastic than he could imagine.  Leaving him in a curious funk; he knew that when fucking the likes of Becky and “other” assorted girls, Patricia Jane and so on—the cum blast was pretty significant and very pleasing.
	But how did that compare to blowing his wad into a boy’s mouth?
	Curiouser and curiouser.
	He wasn’t gay and really didn’t even see himself as bi-sexual.  ‘a hole is a hole.’ Just ‘cause it was a boy hole mattered not.  He liked young boys, boys who barely had pubes—they were young, innocent (some), and often had tight holes.  Their young bodies were smooth, soft, supple; their balls, cock, ass, all adorable and highly desirable.
	But the like of young boys didn’t make him gay—just a pervert.

One day at the corner market…
	From one redneck to another—“hey, if my truck could go faster than the speed of light, would my headlights work?”
	At the Corner Market, Dmitri knew the owner, a “customer” of his where a perk in return was “help yourself”.  Dim didn’t take advantage but helped himself to some jerky of this, a beer or a frozen slushy-like treat, some peanuts, and whatever.  He also perused the nudy mags and sat at ease at the small counter jawing with Mr. Wang—the owner.
	The thing with the Corner Market was it was a haven—a hangout for mostly the non-locals.  The “non-locals” filtered in from the neighboring neighborhood, the redneck neighborhood.  Some outdid themselves in their attire and general appearance.  What made matters worse was that they were allowed to reproduce!
	First up was—
	Two rednecks in overalls, one was regular blue and the other green and red with lots of quilt patches (the overalls, not the redneck.)  One redneck had a “mullet”, the other had lots of shoulder length hair in disarray and a bit of a straggly beard.  The other had a short cropped beard and leaned against a counter jawing on a piece of jerky.
	“You know, Gene,” said the jerky jawing man, “I heerd tell them Northerners braggin’ they invented bone wrappers (condoms) out of sheep innards.”
	“Yeah,” answered his friend who blatantly farted, wriggled his ass to fully free the fart (or turd), “but they thinkin’ they smarter than us’in jus’ ‘cause they take the innards out of the sheep first!”
	It’s a visual thing…
	Try not to “visualize” too much, though, it’s not a pleasant view…
	Then, down the aisle left of proudful Gene and Harlan, 
	A man (we’re going with “man” ‘cause he didn’t have any titties) stood pondering his grocery selection—beef bologna or turkey (and was weighing them, too!)  He stood with a partial gut hold the handlebar of the cart—he stood in short white/blue satin gym short, knee high boots, lots of leg hair, too!
	A open several sizes too small sparkly vest adorned his body with no undershirt to hide the “gut” or the hairy chest that would get Cheeta excited.  He was an interesting character—especially the hair.  It was blond, dirty blond (with real dirt!)  The hair was also like as if a suicidal flea had gone ballistic.
	It was like Casual Friday, Crazy Hair Day, and Who Gives a Fuck Day all rolled into one.  (he also had a wedding ring and we don’t want to know what the wife looks like.)
	Next prize in the gene pool was a striking man almost “posing” as he leaned against his cart shaking his head sadly as he looked on with some disdain to another shopper—that shopper was a little overweight, wore beige slacks some sizes too big for her, wore an oversized blue shirt, and had not much hair but a lot of earrings.
	“Jessup” should not be the one to cast disdain; he wore high heel dress boots with pink tips/heels; a short lavender skirt, a biker’s leather jacket with no sleeves; and was very balding.  Apparently, Jess doesn't know whether he was homosexual, heterosexual, bisexual, pansexual, polysexual, or a sex!
	The next contestant was a real winner—Dmitri couldn’t believe there were people let out in public dressed as she was.  It was one thing to be “overweight” and traipse about in public as you please; to be gruesome looking, smelling, and would scare junkyard dogs to welping was one thing.  But to appear in public—in public—to go shopping at a public place—wearing SHORT pink shorts, a lavender tube top, wearing house slippers and weighing somewhere in the neighborhood of a neighborhood—well, that was just too much.
	It was wrong—wrong—wrong.
	Dim felt his stomach stirring.  ‘and these people are allowed to reproduce!’
 	Then there was the 5’11” woman with bleached blond hair, tan skin, sporting a Rebel flag tattoo on her backside, upper shoulders, wearing a silver short cocktail dress, high heels with a plastic attachment up to her knees.  A nice rack, too; and not a bad face.
	However—two things were wrong with her.
	One, she had an Adam’s apple, a mustache; and two, when she bent over to pick up a package of prophylactics—her own “package” was displayed for all to view and retch at.
	Next up was a man (possibly) who could use a little exercise; leaning on a counter was a man in camouflage shorts and a PINK tee-shirt!  He had a mullet, earrings, lots of back hair—but his legs were shaven clean!  Dim just blinked his eyes excessively thinking, ‘this guy wearing camouflage shorts is like trying to hide an elephant behind a squirrel!’

	Then there was this guy—overalls, spotty hair of red and something else, mouth hanging open, HUGE thick glass, some days growth of beard, a bit of a pudge, sandals on his “hairy” feet, captivated by playing a video game.  As soon as Dim saw the man he thought for sure he heard banjos playing in the background.
	Fart Now Loading!  And underneath the black graph bar “please wait”
	The woman wore a huge white tee-shirt, sported 38Ds, decent hairdo, extra wide ass, hips, and everything else, and a few of those “pin” tag adornments; one was a Happy Face (with an appropriate bloody bullet hole in the head), the other said “almost teacher of the year.”
	Almost?
	Teacher of the Year?
	Wow.
	And men claim they cant find classy women anymore…
	Dim was afraid of going blind should he look at Clem Schnott as the man squatted down at the freezer section deciding on a selection of orange juice with banana and mangoes or orange juice with bananas, strawberries, and mangoes.  There was quite visible from the man’s “canyon” suggesting the wearer wearing a “thong.”  
	And one aisle over in the sport’s wear department, it didn’t appear that Isabelle Rubytie had a smallk Corgi sticking out of her ass—but it was.  On closer inspection, though, Dim saw that the doggie in question was poking out of a low slung bookbag slung over the woman’s shoulder.  She weighed a little less than Orca, but more than Dumbo—wearing a sharp pink and white jogging sweat pant and a matching tank top that was several sizes too small.
	And she, along with Clem, the questionable transgender gender rednecks way-way too early for Halloween, Jessup—who didn’t know if what sex he was or even if he was one, were all allowed to breed, go about in public as they were, socialize, date, and reproduce at will.
	It boggled the mind.
	So did Latrice McFandangdoode; to say she was a “porker” would be an understatement; standing at the check-out counter smirking at the scandalous blab on the trendy magazines there—she was striking in her one piece hot neon pink swimsuit and matching sandals.  It looked like she was packin’ creamed corn and doorknobs in the suit.
	More boggling of the mind came as Ike “Pinetop” sat at a “I Can Get YOU a Job” employment machine.  And like the old biddies and other ritualistic boobs at a slot machine—Ike put his hand on the screen in hopes of a job/payout.  Ike had a mullet that had gone all wrong leaving a patch of odd blond-brown-green-purple Mowhawk-like hair in its wake on top of the man’s head—the rest of the head was shaven.
	On the back of his shirt “Got lickor?”
	It was his lucky day, though; his mechanic called to inform him that he could fix the brakes on his truck so he just made the horn louder.  Ike said, “That’ll be fine.”
	He was a cinch to get the job posted on the computer—provided, of course, he could remember not to smoke pot or drink while at the interview.
	Another fine candidate for the workforce was a woman who could just about be the twin for the woman in the pink bathing suit—Dim failed to understand why the twin wore gray shorts over her black flowery bathing suit.  She was some inches less than six foot tall and some inches beyond the proper fit for the attire she wore.  Oddly, she stood perusing the various yoga and exercise books and videos!
	Then,
	Holy Golden Delusions of Grandeur!  In Aisle 7, Cosmetics (of all things) Space Queen Elviri considered her choice of hair color products.  Elviri was a mix of Black and White parents; she had blond hair—stringy, long, with purple and green and orange and yellow streaks…
	She also was a little less weighty than an elephant—but not by much.
	She wore a pin button with the caption “DISCO LIVES!” on one 44D(angerous) breast and “I LUV TO BOOGIE!” on the other 44D(angerous) breast.  Dim couldn’t imagine the woman dancing—it was frightening.  But damn!  Didn’t she look hot in the gold pants, gold sandals, and mixed flowery gold tone blouse!
	(NOT!)
	The woman in Aisle 10, snacks and crackers, was hiding something under her beige/brown loose flowing skirt.  She wasn’t a bad looking woman, average weight, an inch under six foot; had one brown cowboy boot and one black; lots and lots of baubles on her right hand; a lavender blouse and either she had progressed far enough along the evolutionary time scale or she had Barney stuck up in her where the proverbial Sun Don’t Shine.
	In Aisle 11, Cakes and Spices, “Sharlene” Imantrappedinawomansbodytrappedinagayhomosxualmanwhosafraidtocomeoutoftheclosetbecausehisparentsareinsanenazihomophoborebals, stood cockeyed while weighing various pie fillings.  Long BLEACHED blond hair with a nondescript black leather jacket, a black nylon cocktail waitress short-short skirt, black stocks, black high heels, black sunglasses, and no makeup (or body hair) so she/he wouldn’t be conspicuous.
	Dmitri had a suspicion about “Sharlene” ; he didn’t know what Sharlene was going to do with that pie filling, but something told Dim that it probably would have nothing to do with baking!

	Space Cadet Florine got Dim’s attention—no body else seemed to notice, or care, or was used to the 5’5”, 180 lbs. woman stand gawking at the Daily Special in the Deli Section—wearing an aluminum hat.  Custom made!  In her defense, though; it was later learned that Florine was not out to make a fashion statement but to block the US Government, Russian Government, UK, Japanese, and Alien spy satellites from peeking into her mind.
	As Dim made his way out he saw a Subject of Interest.
	Jimbo Jane blocked his optimum view—Jimbo Jane was—old.
	Scrawny, a cunt hair under being six feet even, long arms—short legs, no muscle, a few days growth of beard, straggly gray hair, and had been playmates with Moses!  Just a typical redneck rebel old man—wearing a common “old man” tee-shirt with a handwritten message on the backside—“Born to Love!”
	Dim wondered to himself—‘love what?’  there weren’t any cattle in the area, there were some horses and a lot of sheep, though…

*

Moving right along
	Sometimes a pussy mews because it’s a pussy
	Aimee Weemine.
	Passing the end aisle where stacks of bleach was Dim thought it a good idea to use to wash his eyes out and hopefully his mind of all the “interesting” rednecks he had just seen.  But then his Subject came back into view and it was highly apparent that she was kinda-sorta pissed off as she slung her way thru the small gathering of regular looking people milling at the front doors.
	Dmitri casually paid for his purchase of tea (in the bottle kind) and a couple of candy bars then scurried outside just in time to his Subject making the corner of the store heading towards the alley.  Dim didn’t know her exact intentions but was aware of security cameras and the one lone pot bellied security cop.  Dim went the other way past the pizzeria, loan store, consignment store, wash & dry, and auto parts store.  Then quickly he hustled along the lee side of the auto parts store to the alley just in time to see his Subject hump it over the 8-foot brick wall.  She used pallets, wooden crate boxes, and a mattress easily scaling the fence to the adjoining park beyond.  A library was there, too.
	The way she stomped, slinging her arms, then folding them, then stopping to lean her back against an elm tree to cry suggested to Dim that the Subject was having a bad day.
	A denim jacket she wore, just-passed-her-shoulder’s semi curly brown hair, a decent butt, red top with a white undershirt beneath, decent butt.  She was approximately ten years young.  Dim wanted her—and have EMAD…
	Aimee Weemine, ten, was having a “bad day.”  It was her birthday and nothing was turning out right for her.  In her household there were numerous brothers and sisters, two cousins, an Aunt and Uncle, and just moved in grandparents on her mother’s side.  It was Chaos Central in the Weemine house and not word one about Aimee’s birthday until someone finally realized the girl had “sprouts.”  Soon someone else realized it was Aimee’s birthday.  A little late.
	Aimee had been anticipating a surprise party.
	The surprise was on her.
	Secondly, she had been anticipating a special birthday gift; a kitty cat.
	When at the store (aforementioned) she was selecting kitty cat items when informed there would be no kitty cat in her future.  It was too much for her and she made haste out of the store and into the park—and into Dmitri’s future.
	‘have you seen your brothers—naked?’
	That was a given, two brothers younger than she had an affinity against the wearing of clothes; they were eight and five.  One brother was older at fourteen and Aimee had seen him a few times al natural—a couple of times jerking off!
	‘ever been naughty with your brothers?’
	Nope.
	‘ah, too bad.’
	Aimee was also not a fingerbanger to herself.
	She knew all about farting, though.
	No miss sightings of her uncle, daddy, or any other male member in her life.
	‘undo your pants.’
	Aimee wore gray jeans and with no hesitation unfastened them.
	‘push your pants down—to your ankles.’
	Again, no hesitation.
	From the park, once the young pissed off birthday girl had been “acquired” she was easily ushered into his truck—which was a bit of trek the long way around the park to the far side of lot then back into the shopping center parking area and a maze-like configuration to Dim’s awaiting truck.  Once inside Dim had the girl lay down—her pretty Jewish head resting on his lap.
	As he drove out of the parking lot with his hand on Aimee’s ass copping a generous feel, it was to be noticed the small gathering of peoples in front of the store she had recently fled.  The “peoples” were Aimee’s peoples all in a dither with worry.  The lone security guard who patrolled the area was there taking a statement—and as Dim pulled out of the lot, a city cop car pulled in.
	Just a ways out of town on a lone road that led out to the country, the nearby mountains, a mountain community, Dim took another road, dirt, that meandered thru some lush hills inundated with cattle.  A few miles further on and where there were less cattle and more trees, cool breezes, he stopped and salivated.
	Slowly he ran his hand up and down Aimee’s bare leg; light red panties she wore, bikini style.  A little bit of a tan to her legs.  Dmitri slowly and carefully raised her legs by the knees scooting her butt to the edge of the green vinyl seat.  He liked the view—the view of her crotch and positioning of said crotch.
	More smoothing of his hand over her thighs before pulling her pants off himself.  That was followed by pulling his own pants off, shirt, undies, shoes, socks.  Standing outside of his truck he let the cool breezes kiss his nude body, he stroked his favorite organ, farted, then peed on a rock before going to the passenger side and turning Aimee to lay her out on the seat and once more raising her legs.  On a whim, he went down on her with her panties still on and sucked on her cunt.
	After a few minutes of his back basting in the noonday sun and his tongue thoroughly sopping wet Aimee’s panties and pussy, the panties came off—slowly.  It was another thrill to take a girl’s panties off sending a gracious load of sexual pleasure to his aching cunt hungry cock.
	For a full minute he simply stood ogling Aimee’s cunt.
	With a houseful of peoples it was little wonder she hadn’t been tagged yet.
	Maybe the older brother was a morally just man and not into trying anything with his sister.  Maybe.  Other than the brother aforementioned there was an older sister, the first born—she was 18 years young and already in college.  Then a sixteen year old sister plus the youngest and (hopefully) last born, she was three years young.
	Maybe the older brother was tagging the older girls and waiting for Aimee to be a little older.  Maybe.  Dim licked out her cunt a little more, fingered her dirt chute, admired her—admired her—admired her all over before slipping her denim jacket and shirt off and small training bra.
	At then, Aimee wasn’t bad.  She had potential.  Small-small itty-bitty titties, but they had potential.  Small-small tiny beginning pubes—but they had potential.  Dim’s cock soared.  A nice smooth cunt, smooth chest with what looked like a couple of aspirin on an ironing board.  But she was ten…
	More tongue action to the girl’s cunny; then her legs were lifted and a few seconds of tongue action to her asshole was done before Dim’s aching oh-so aching cock had to get involved.
	Lightly ever so lightly did Dim adjust the adjustments to the EMAD giving the young girl a little more “awareness.”  As Dim pressed his throbbing cock to Aimee’s cunt—she twisted and arched and screwed up her face.  Dim smiled and gently with force penetrated the virgin pussy.
	The blood on his cock assured Dim that she was a virgin.  The super snugness of her cunt assured him that he always wanted to bust a virgin cunt.  With a hand cupping her ass, Dmitri Tsugua deflowered the Aimee’s pussy.
	Just two hours later and Aimee Weemine’s disappearance was already on the three top radio stations in the area.  Just two hours later (after Aimee Weemine’s disappearance) and Dmitri Tsugua had not only deflowered the young girl’s cunt but her asshole as well.
	After fucking her cunt and then some, Dim turned the girl over to admire and then spank the girl’s ass.  It was a nice ass, smooth, round, not as lily white as a young girl’s ass should be suggesting that the ass was occasionally kissed by the sun’s rays.  Dim didn’t pry into her mind—although it was one mind his minding machine had captured there was some wavering teetering on a possible total lapse in connectivity.  That would be bad.
	The girl wavered on total awareness.
	Slowly, though, she was still controllably allowing Dim to continue his way with her—after admiring her ass he spanked it.  Not hard, but enough to jiggle the flesh and turn it a slight shade of red.  Then he licked the hole before applying his cock freshly cleaned of hymen juice with Aimee’s own panties.
	Penetrating Aimee’s asshole was a bit of a stretch—Dim stretched his cock and poked, prodded, ploughed to no avail.  A little bit of cum from his cock and her fresh fucked cunt with a little bit o’ spittle helped a little.  But the girl’s hole needed prior reaming.  A little finger plunging helped out some but the rim gave very little to Dim’s determination at penetration.
	A screwdriver handle, one with a yellow plastic handle did the trick.
	Aimee was in a little bit o’ discomfort but Dim was in dire determination to make a go at sodomy.  It was more work than he was willing to put out but banging the girl’s anus was an accomplishment he wasn’t willing to give up on.
	Penetration was finally achieved.  Dim smiled, groaned, grunted, and shoved much of his fuck stick into the tight virgin shit tube reeling in the conquered conquest.  His cock, though, was at a screeching ache and there was no cum to help release the much sought after release of endorphins.
	When the deed was done—er, that is to say when Dim wore out and got a miniscule amount of pleasure for his efforts, he pulled out and stood naked beside his truck massaging his smoldering schlong.  There was more he wanted to do to Aimee—lots more.  More spanking, more fucking.  He wanted to jack off onto her sweet face, face fuck her, and shove his meat stick into her mouth and blast hot loads of cum down her throat.
	Seemed the thing to do.
	He wondered, too, about her brothers—especially the older one.
	The thoughts of naughtiness consumed him and diverted his security attention for suddenly there was a car door slamming!  Actually, it was a rancher’s pick-up truck that had snuck up on the serene scene and a lanky fuck was making way to the naked masturbating Dmitri.
	“Whatcha doin’ out ‘ere, boy?”
	Dim didn’t know the ranch hand lacky; quickly he tried to hustle into his clothes without saying anything—his minding gadget was on the driver’s side dash.  The naked fresh fucked Aimee Weemine remained mindless on the seat.
	The approaching man came cautiously around Dim’s truck and after seeing Dim getting into his pants, saw the bloody cast off panties and Aimee’s legs sticking of the truck.
	“What the fu--!?”
	Dim was in a panic and the intruder stumbled; he was a couple inches over six foot, slender build, reeked of cow, and wore typical cow turd kicking boots.  The man backed up and Dim charged.  The cowman charged back—of which Dim wasn’t anticipating and reared back.
	Stepping on a sharp stone wasn’t pleasant—nor was the sucker punch the man threw sending Dmitri reeling backward to collide with his truck’s tailgate.  The man stumbled a bit, too—he was a little drunk.  Careening his neck and squinting his eyes he saw the little girl laying naked in the front seat.
	“Holy fucking ape shit!” the man blurted.  He whirled and duked it out with the teen getting in two-three punches; Dim managed to duck, protect his face, and land one good punch to the man’s unprotected jaw.
	But the man was older, bigger, and had a hell of a left jab.
	He also kicked and kneed Dim in the nut sac and while Dim bent over in extreme pain and lots of discomfort the cowman brought his elbows down onto Dim’s neck sending him to the ground.  The man stumbled a bit, grabbed the truck and made way to the cab.  Meanwhile, Dim grabbed the tire iron from under the truck and smacked the man’s ankles.
	Cowman, cowhand, Jake Jukelick, wore boots so the attack was a little feeble—it hurt but not with the intent Dim intended.  Dim power surged, though, bringing the handy dandy tire iron with him sending it into Jake’s thigh.  That hurt.  Jake whirled, screamed, and tried to pull the instrument of his pain out.  Dim charged him sending the both of them to the ground to roll off of the unfriendly gravel to the tall cow grass.
	Most of the fight in Jake was out; Dim wrenched the tire iron out of the man’s thigh and smacked upside the head with it.  Jake let out a yell and brought his knee to Dim’s nut sac again.  The men grabbled with one another the sheer weight of Jake a little overpowering but lacking in back-up strength due to his injury.
	Dmitri tried a couple of things; lost the tire iron to Jake, stood up and tried a kick that missed/failed, and Jake managed a hard hit with to Dim’s knee using the single use iron.  Dim went to the ground in great pain and a lot of discomfort.

	Jake was on him trying to bash his head in dropping the tire iron and selecting a two-handed sized rock.  Dim barely got out of the way—his head anyways, the rock smacked his shoulder and there was more pain to deal with.  A roll the other way—onto the damaged shoulder, and Dim managed to flip Jake sending him awkwardly backwards.
	Coming up to a painful standing position, Dim dared cowman to do likewise.  He did, bring up a fresh cow turd with him slinging it into Dim’s face then head butting Dim in the stomach sending them both over a water trough.  Neither man enjoyed that as the trough gouged into their already pained bodies; Jake hit one edge of the trough with his side while Dmitri landed straddling his body across.
	After rolling off the trough, Dim came up with the tire iron.
	Jake gave a meager charge; his knee caught the edge—the ragged edge—of the trough and as he whirled reeling in the extreme pain—Dmitri Tsugua brought the tire iron to the man’s head.  Jake grabbed Dim and they twirled in place going to the ground whereupon Dim, on top, plunged the beveled edge of the weapon into the man’s skull.
	That ended that fight.

	“Son-of-a-bitch!” Dim bitched—big wound on his knee, calf, thigh, and sides.  His chest hurt, his head hurt; fingers, back, and especially his nut sac.  In anger he kicked the lifeless cowhand shouting “FUCKER!” then he wrenched the tire iron out of the man’s head and flung it out into the pasture.  A few cows moseyed about; some were peeing, some were providing the pasture with more meadow wafers.
	And speaking of meadow wafers, Dim used the water in their trough to clean himself up—but knew dirty water and open wounds wasn’t a good idea.  After catching his breath he zigzagged back to his truck.  Aimee was still “asleep.”  His mood to continue molesting her had dimmed.
	After another breath catch Dim sat on the running board and patted Aimee’s ass.  His plans for her were lost.  He needed a shower, then a soak in the tub.  How to avoid his parents would be a neat trick, too.  After settling down some he tried to assess the situation—it was fucked.  He was fucked, Aimee was fucked, the cowhand was fucked.
	Jake Jukelick.
	If he would have just minded his own damn business!
	The area was a little ways off from the meandering county road; lush rolling hills, some small—some kinda large.  Cows everywhere, oil derricks, oil pumping units, not a lot else.  A few trees.

	Though he didn’t have the strength he rolled and maneuvered Jake under the water trough; the area was muddy and with a bit o’ work—a LOT of work a makeshift grave was made and Jake fit nicely.  The water trough was re-settled and the automatic water feature reset to refill the sloshed out water to make the cows happy and keep them quiet about what they saw.
	Then, Jake’s truck.
	Other than the typical cowman shotgun in the window gun rack, Jake’s truck offered a couple cans of oil, brake fluid, twenty-six cents in the ash tray, two bottles of beer in the ice water cooler, and $2,800 in an old saddlebag.
	Twenty-eight hundred dollars!
	Mixed bills of Ones, Fives, Tens, Twenties, and hundreds.
	$2,800!
	Dim had no idea cowboys made so much money!
	How or why Jake Jukelick came to have so much money on hand would not be known—poor Jake would keep that information to himself (as he was neatly wedged under a water trough!)
	After rifling through the truck and finding nothing more of interest, Dim brought the cowhand’s truck to where there was a gouge between some hills.  The gouge was a small gorge, not very wide or very deep but it was steep and had lots of bushes, trees, dead trees, and a few large granite boulders.  The truck rolled off the edge of the landscape and bumped its way down about five hundred feet.  Unlike the Hollywood vehicles that went sailing over the edge of a hill, Jake Jukelick’s truck didn’t explode.
	A little more work to cover the tire tracks and Dim was satisfied.  The truck could be seen—but you had to look—look for it.  And jus the tailgate actually could be seen until you got down to the truck itself (and that was quite a trek.)
	He was hurt, dirty, grimy, bleeding, and in no mood to continue molesting Aimee.  There was not even a “want to.”  There was, though, future thoughts; including seeing if the girl’s older brother (or even younger ones) wanted to have fun (albeit sexual) with her.

Oy, a broch!
	In the Jewish non-Gentile culture this is a curse not unlike a plague.  Like saying “Damn it!”  but with more umph.  A “broch” is a way of expressing disgust, misery, or a disaster.  Now, if a Jewish man wants to express to you that he is miserable, sickened, overwhelmed, appalled, or he is at his wit’s end, he’s had enough, he wants to get out of town; and/or he feels that it is all over and there is no fucking end in sight—all of this can be said in one phrase, “Oy, a broch.”

 	A non-Jew (Gentile) could find many verbs, adjectives nouns, dangling participles, and other means of verbal and non-verbal ways of letting you know how he is feeling.  A Jew just simply says “Oy, a broch,” and you know that this guy isn’t going to take anymore and YOU had better get the hell out of his way ‘cause the next thing is murder.
	Oy, a klug!  This is a curse, like “a broch”, but not as severe.  Like say, you run for a madly a whole block and “just miss a bus”, you slap your head saying, “Oy, a klug!”.  Klug means “woe”.  It’s an exaggerated way of saying that you are beleaguered by a problem. 
 	Ahfen Ganef Brent Dos Hittel!   This literal translates to, “On the head of a thief burns his hat.”  It means that the person always feels guilty for something that he did or was thinking about doing.  It’s another way of saying that his head is aching from guilt or another way of saying that he is burning from sin, and/or that his conscience is troubled.
     	That’s your Jewish lesson for the day!  
	L’chayim!

	Big family the Weemine Family; Kayleen was the oldest, and apparently the smartest as she was already in college.  She hadn’t gone far, though, she was in college “in town”!  Next was Simon, he was sixteen and also on track to exit high school early.  Zack, however, was not so keen on scholastic achievements; he preferred sports and goofing off along with video game playing.  He was also gay and only his best friend (and lover) knew it.
	The little Wee’s were Cabe at five years young, and the twins Zane and Baily at three years.  That’s a lot of Wee’s; plus Aimee—plus a set of Aunt & Uncle and a set of grandparents, too!  Big family, big house.  Regardless, Dmitri made a gonif of himself.  He still had easy access to Aimee’s brain waves; he had cleaned her up at the “tragic site”, spanked her some more, fingered her pussy and asshole, loved on her (that being sunk his aching/smoldering cock into her snug freshly broken-in pussy), peed on that freshly broken-in pussy, then cleaned her up again, dressed her, and returned her to society—or the park behind the shopping center.
	Dim missed the family reunion as his injuries required attention immediate or otherwise as-soon-as-possible.  The gouge on his sides from colliding with the water trough was going to be a toughie.  Then there were the numerous bruises, cuts, abrasions, and other assorted hurtie-owies.

	Pulling into the drive-way of his home he caught the whiff of dinner in the make; cornbread and stew.  By the time, evening type, his Dad was watching a ballgame on the television.  Still, sneaking into the house unnoticed wasn’t doable.  His Dad would be in the living room and would pester him with questions; ‘how was school?’  ‘learn any damn thing?’  ‘did you get any cheese whiz?’
	His Mom in the kitchen would ask “how was school?”, “when’s your next game?”;  “how’s your girlfriend”  and “would she like to come over for dinner”, invite to the girl’s parents, and “why are you limping and bleeding?”
	A fair job had been done already at the “tragic site” then at the park, then in the bathroom of the fast food eatery he frequented.  But he was still bleeding around the sides, his ankles had swelled up, and his head, hand, balls, backside, all were throbbing to beat all.
	With a tee-shirt snagged from the fresh laundry basket in the garage wrapped about his wounds he made way into the house via the kitchen.  His Mom greeted him with “How was practice?”
	“A little rough.” Dim replied snagging a hunk of cornbread, a glass of milk, and scurrying behind his old man to his room without much further banter.
	The wound on the left side possibly needed stitches—possibly.
	A hot shower helped—some.
	Having dinner with the folks was quite the endurance record but somehow he managed; mostly his Dad was interested in the ballgame and not on anything being discussed at the table.  And there wasn’t much discussion at the table thankfully; Dim woofed down his meal, tried to be conversational with his Mom but most of his thoughts were on Aimee and Jake.
	Laying on his bed was an experience of agony.
	Sitting up at his desk wasn’t any better.
	Soaking in the bathtub sorta-kinda helped.
	Aimee filled his mind; so did Patricia Jane and a few other girls he knew from school and the neighborhood.  Grady Bugger, the deputy, filled his mind, too—along with those delightful naked girls (and boys) he had gotten to play naked Twister.  Sheryl Bugger was in his mind, too.  And then Greg Brady.
	Sometime after midnight he fell to sleep.
	Sometime before school he woke up.
	Stiff and sore he managed another shower, some self medication and wrapping and entered 1rst Period English twenty-five minutes late.  He looked like he had been hit by a truck.  His English teacher assumed he had been in a fight; Dim explained he had been roughing it up with some other boys at soccer.  She bought it and Dim took his seat.
	It would be a long day.

	Strangely, Dim made it thru the day without using his minding device!
	Same for the following day and the day after that.  All he wanted to do was rest and avoid contact or using his cock to satisfy “urges.”  Of course, that wasn’t to say there wasn’t desire—especially when the cute cheerleaders came into view.  And Friday was the worst day—more cheerleaders, from the rival school, and a night game of basketball.  Dim played forward.  He was still in no shape and probably should be in a hospital bed.
	Practice before the game was hell; and by halftime—was there such a thing worser than Hell?  Dim wasn’t going to make the rest of the game and had to sit out and not on the bench.  He checked out, his team was down by 20 points so it wasn’t like he would be a pivotal loss.
	After a shower he dressed out and made for the fresh air with the thought of visiting a nice emergency room when Sally Yogagory came into view.  She was fifteen, short in height, big in tits, nice ass.  Red hair, freckles, a sweet round friendly face; a nice girl.  
	What she was doing out of the gym—by herself—wasn’t known (not to Dim.)  Nor did he care.  His minding device hadn’t been in use for days; his cock ached; his body throbbed; Sally was sweet, acknowledged his existence, and had a nice smile—to go along with those nice fifteen year old titties and delightful tight ass!
	Oh, well—body be damned; he couldn’t make a lay up but he could make a lay…

	No Q&A, no mind probing, just simple “get naked” and “lay down.”
	Sally Yogagory wasn’t a virgin—but she wasn’t a slut, either.  Under the bleachers at the soccer field with “just enough light to see” the fifteen year old freshman obeyed Dmitri Tsugua as he put her thru her paces—undressing one piece at a time and then laying out on her discarded clothing.  Watching her strip down was a particular thrill; Dim had undressed himself and found his cock throbbing hard and at the willing ready.
	Sally had a nice set of titties—very nice.  For a short girl of fifteen she had bigger titties than most other girls of her age (and height.)  That round freckled face was a joy to watch—and cum on.  Bright eyes, flaming red hair, a nice-nice body overall.  Watching her push down her panties and Dim was ready to blow his load right then and there!
	He had to eat her out—but his cock was in a demanding way and wanting to get into that snug pussy and how!  But first!  Muff Diving 101!  The teen’s pussy was nice, trimmed of pubes to just a small patch on either side of the slit.  Dim expertly tongued the slit, nipped the lips, then engulfed the whole of the hole and drove his tongue into the canyon.
	While screwing (Aimee) his thoughts were lost to Aimee and Jake.  It had been a couple days or so and nothing in the news had been said about Jake Jukelick’s “disappearance”.  Dim debated about whether or not to take a trek out to the “tragic site” and see what what.
	The encroachment of some students quelled his thoughts; he slowed his pace with Sally and watched as two cheerleaders from the sophomore squad engaged antics with their boyfriends.  Girl Number One, Angela Burstknock, went to her knees and hurriedly fished out her horny boyfriend’s cock.  She worked it, kissed it, licked/lapped the piss slit, then engulfed the whole thang.  Bernadette Divatone pulled off her blouse firstly, shucked her cheerleader skirt followed by her cheerleader panties and was stark raving nude.
	Dim’s bone buried to the hilt in Sally’s twat surged and pushed away the hurts and owies ravaging his bod.  Bernadette was tall sleek slender black girl (and a slut!)  Adam Waderight was a tall sleek slender black boy with a moderate cock Bernadette was all too happy to see.
	Sally groaned and Dim came.
	Angela finally managed to bring off her boyfriend jock; thereafter, the boy stripped off his clothes and Angela hers.  Then, the honor student and debate team captain laid herself out with Brock the Jock going down on her.  Adam Waderight almost howled as his cock creamed in Bernadette’s mouth—she had a talented cocksucking mouth with the ability to suck the chrome off a ’57 Chevy!
	Dim continued fucking Sally, pulling out to grind against her cum soaked cunt, laying on her fully to suckle her delightful breasts, squeeze the nipples of her delightful breasts, and almost—almost go to sleep!
	Meanwhile, Angela and Bernadette came to form a 69er; Adam and Brock watched for a moment or two and then got involved with Adam going into Bernadette (who was on top.)  He penetrated her asshole—pulled out to smack/spank her ass then glide into her pussy with his balls suckled on by Angela beneath.  Brock went into Bernadette’s mouth as well as slipping into Angela’s cunt beneath her.
	After the boys were all cummed out, they smoked a joint a piece, then scurried back into their clothes and left.  Dim rolled the mindless Sally over and went up her ass grinding her delightful titties into the grass.  He didn’t cum but that was ok.  The hurts and owies began to return so he finished with Sally—spanking her, peeing on her, dressing her without cleaning her, then sending her on his way.
	He felt drunk, or maybe the wafting marijuana smoke from the horny teens had affected him.  He didn’t feel well and slowly found his way to his truck—this after stumbling and colliding with the school wall.
	Finally making it home he was glad it was Friday night, he slept till noon the next day.
*

Any Jew worth his salt will (for a price) take time out of his Jewy-Jewy day to explain to you the Bible (first half) (thank you LB for the enlightenment)

	He thought she was cute in her gray jeans; he thought she was cute clad just in her panties; he thought she was cute naked laid out on the front seat of his truck.  But clad in a hip two piece bathing suit and the girl raised the flag—and not only Dmitri’s “flag” but brother Simon’s as well.
	‘you want to see her naked, don’t you?’ it was a given but Dim needed assuredness.
	The answer was, of course, a definitive YES!
	Thru more Q&A, Dim learned that sixteen year old Simon was already making it with eighteen year old college girl, Kayleen.  But not much.  She cut him some slack and let him bang off in her pussy when she was fourteen.  He was her first and she was his first.  Both were avid masturbators at the time and with a wrapped weenie, Kayleen allowed the ultimate naughty sexual sin between siblings.
	‘ever get her “up the ass”?’
	“Once.”
	And “once” in the mouth, too.
	There were more than “once” in the cunt of Kayleen, though.  That was a plus.  Simon, though, wanted more times in Kayleen—but with Kayleen usually a no-go, Simon set his sights on other family members—specifically Aimee who was next in line.
	There were no intention of any naughty kind whatsoever to be naughty with three year old Baily OR brothers Zack, Cabe, or Zane.
	‘so, if Aimee would let you—in her mouth, pussy, asshole, you’d whole heartedly do her?’
	Usually there was a No Answer/insert negative game show buzzer here response; that was the case when the invasive Question was just so out of character, out of whack, bizarre, horrible, too outrageous to even conceive, and so on.  Usually.
	Sometimes, the above conjecture was all that and more but not so much in the negative.  It also could be concluded that the above response was akin to those who refused to “come out of the closet”—or were afraid to admit the reason they were in the closet.
	Or embarrassed.

	Simon was embarrassed to have sexual thoughts about his ten year old sister.  It was wrong, immoral, illicit, illegal; and if his parents caught him/them—he could forget college out of state, country, anywhere in the world ‘cause he would be dead-dead-dead.
	The Weemine parental units were staunch advocates against pornography and had no kind words for perverts, homosexuals, lesbians, freaks, people with tattoos, HUGE and TOO MANY adornments, and were sexually immoral.
	Young Aimee had to go to the hospital for “exam”; and then counseling when it was discovered via the intense embarrassing exam she had been fucked and fucked all over and then some.
	In that, Dim felt bad—almost guilty.  More for the kid having to go thru the counseling, not that he had out and out kidnapped her, taken her out to the “tragic site” and fucked her all over (and then some.)
	In the Weemine backyard there was a 4-foot deep above ground pool of which Aimee frolicked in and out of while horny-in-waiting brother watched from the patio deck.  No one else seemed to be home—‘cause horny-in-waiting brother watching from the patio deck was blatantly masturbating.  Simon had a pair of swim trunks—which were at his ankles.  His teenage cock was hard and Simon was hard at work working it hidden from view behind a brick block wall with a flowerbed atop—there were two of them making a square wall forming the outer perimeter of the covered patio deck.
	The patio door was open and Dim had to assume no one home or the boy wouldn’t be so blatant about his jerking off while ogling his young sister scampering about haphazardly without care or fear.  
	‘take off clothes.’ There was no subscript subheading in the EMAD’s readout display for “swimsuit” so it was dicey if the Subject would follow thru.
	She did.
	Dim smiled.
	Simon seemed at a loss as he stared at his naked sister.
	Aimee continued to frolic in the sun butt bare assed naked without care.
	With over a dozen peoples living in the house at any one time it was amazing that only Aimee and horny brother Simon were home.  How conveeeeninet!
	‘it’s ok if your brother goes naked with you.’ Dim had to transmit that tidbit of info via mindlink—a verbal input to the Device’s interceptor (microphone) than transferred out via the brain wave link to the Subject.
	Aimee stood still basking in the sun butt bare assed naked—she was soooo pretty!  Dim still preferred to be laid out in the front seat of his pick-up.  But standing in her backyard was ok, too.  Very ok.
	And soon brother Simon joined her!  Also ok.
	After running amok chasing one another—
	‘let brother grab you.’
	Aimee halted her running and let Simon “tag” her.
	Simon “tagged” her with his hard throbbing cock.
	The two siblings were directed to the patio to be out of the blistering sunlight and possible “eyesight” of any neighbor.  There, on her knees, Aimee addressed her brother’s schlong with some curiosity causing Dim to check the status of his machine’s abilities.  The brain waves were still “captured” but there was some wavering suggesting that the girl was having “memories” of a recent episode regarding a cock in her face.
	‘suck it.’
	The command had to be sent twice but the young girl finally did put her lips to the brotherly love tool and take it into her mouth.  Once she had engulfed the whole thang she went at it like a pro.  Dim smiled and marveled at the girl’s action—then her naked body.  She sat positioned on her knees and Dim admired her darling little ass.
	More programming to the EMAD was made to Simon and Aimee allowing Dim to waltz to them, get behind Aimee and press his cock to Aimee’s ass.  Simon pumped his young sister’s mouth paving the way for Dim to plague his mind.  Other than Aimee, there was his girlfriend, Alice, Alice’s sister, Holly, a family friend, a neighbor girl one-two-three-four-nine…
	Alice’s sister was twelve, the family friend was ten and a friend of Aimee’s.
	Neighborhood girls were from age ten, twelve, and thirteen.
	Simon more than anything wanted to sink his pud into those girls.
	More than anything did Simon want to spank those girls, pee on them, cum on their faces, and fuck their silly brains out to his contentment.  But he still reverently denied any lustful desires to his three year old sister, Bailey.  And yeah, he wanted to bang college girl, Kayleen and then some.  Lots of spanking, making her his personal slut, ball washer, rim jobber, whatever.  Since she had entered college she had gotten a little stuck up and Simon wanted to take her down a notch.
	Fucking her silly brains out seemed the way to do that.
	But first!
	Simon didn’t cum but he was close.  After a long minute and half with pumping in her mouth—he pulled out and humped her face while Aimee suckled his balls.  Dim himself slid neatly up the girl’s ass.  His hands traveled up and down Aimee’s sides, fingered her pussy then caressed her brother’s ass.  Neither kid knew of Dim’s presence.

	Slowly, and with some clumsy awkwardness, Dim stretched out his long legs with his cock still implanted up Aimee’s asshole.  Then, with her legs spread over his he got Simon to firstly “go down” on his sister’s cunt before applying cock.  Double penetration!  And just under 2-minutes Simon’s cock was spurting brotherly love into his young sib’s snatch.
	Dim managed to unload his own, too.

	Alice Wrightright
	The sixteen year old had incredible possibilities.  She was way pretty, a few inches under six foot, very slim proportionate to her peer group, a fantastic face with great hair, soft eyes, soft skin, tight ass.  Simon hadn’t gotten very far with the girl; admittedly, he did more to himself and sisters than with her!  
	A great desire there was to get into Alice; pussy, mouth, asshole—or just to see her naked would be something.  Sex with Alice would be everything.  But she had reasons cutting him off from her body; she wasn’t ready, feared getting pregnant, and time.  There never seemed to be appropriate time—when together, Simon and Alice were never really actually “alone.”  They were always with their friends, always in a very open/public place.
	Alice did cuss, fart, and had a fair understanding of sex and sex acts.
	She accepted off-color jokes and innuendos, but didn’t share bad (sexuall) jokes.  She DID let horny boyfriend fondle her breasts—bare breasts at that.  Simon DID get to finger her pussy—thru her pants.  Alice was too fearful of allowing Simon get into her pussy with her clothes off.  The girl had almost given her horny beau a handjob—almost.  Again, she was fearful of where it would lead.  Cutting a guy off in midstream just wasn’t a good idea.
	Attending a game at their school—diff from Dim’s high school, an “arrangement” was made paving the way for Simon to “get some” at last.  Dim of course was the arranger and manipulator.  Simon was all to eager.  His cock had been well warmed up by screwing his sister, Aimee.  In her mouth, in her pussy, in her ass.  There, too, was spanking, peeing on her pussy, and sneaking out of the house at midnight to blatantly fuck in the backyard plus swim naked in the pool.
	With Alice, outside the gym where a basketball game was going on, Simon stripped off his clothes and lusted heavily as he watch Alice do likewise.  Again, Dim made it so via the EMAD that his presence wasn’t known.  Alice had a delicious body—especially when naked!  No moles, no scars, no blemishes.  And that pussy!  OH!  It was fresh, clean, and neatly trimmed.  Simon licked it out and Dim caressed the boy’s ass while Alice mindlessly unawares stroked lovingly Dim’s cock.

	Once the cunt licking had gone on long enough, Simon slid his fuck stick into Alice’s cunt.  Dim had made the visual determination that the girl was not quite a virgin.  It was dark out, a little before nine o’clock in the evening, other “lovers” were out under other various bleachers—it was a common courtesy type signal for students who were occupying space under a bleacher to leave something on the first handrail—simple as a girl’s kerchief, a guy’s sport’s letterman jacket, panties, jockstrap, a balloon, or the day’s test papers jammed into the open pipe of the handrail.
	Alice moaned as Simon’s schlong invaded her pussy.  Dim slid up to her head and silenced her moaning with his cock in her mouth.  Probing her mind before, during, and after the fuck and Dim gained a little insight on why she wasn’t quite the virgin she should have been:  no boys her age—or even close.  Alice Wrightright enjoyed the company (the cock, balls, ass, and sweet innocent face) of young-young boys she babysat for!  Of course!
	Her asshole remained a virgin, though.
	Most of Alice’s young lovers were six and seven years young with one boy being eight and one boy nine.  All white save for the eight year old who was Chinese.  No sexual interludes with any girlfriends OR young girls.  She just liked boys—young boys.  Young boys were adorable (and couldn’t get you pregnant!)
	Once Simon had done devilish deed of successfully cumming off in Alice, Dim took his turn.  The girl was beautiful; such a face!  The rest of her body (especially naked!) wasn’t bad, either!  Sloppy seconds didn’t bother Dim, he plowed her cummy cunt with only his thoughts (and desires) set on getting his own cum to coat the girl’s cunt.
	Debbie Foundfawn and James Kantlick came up to the bleachers—Debbie was a sophomore cheerleader and James was junior jock turd.  Their hands were all over one another and they paid no attention to the “sign” on the handrail.  Being dark, though, the presence of Dim, Simon, and Alice wasn’t known.  The jock and the cheerleader invaded the sanctuary and immediately began to get down and dirty—naked that it.  Debbie was first out of her clothes, James was a little clumsy and awkward and in too much of a big hurry to get naked (and subsequently laid) but he managed.
	Debbie went right to James’ schlong and eventually settled onto his face.
	James muffed dived the lily white girl who had very nice ultra curly reddish brown hair.  A soft luxurious body she had, reeked of perfume, and took all over James’ average white boy cock into her mouth.
	On and on it went with Dim cumming off into Alice without almost realizing it.  Simon was “mindless” and not involved.  After much 69ing the two lovers switched with Debbie on top straddling her jock.  They fucked and fucked and fucked; James fondling Debbie’s very nice teen titties and Debbie letting him.
*

I got a bone for you
	Holly
	Oh she was cute.
	Lily white, supple just beginning titties—apple size, a nice butt, a sweet face, happy-go-lucky, charming, sweet, innocent.  And both Simon and Dim wanted to “fuck her brains out” and then some.  Like Dim, Simon had deep seeded unnatural desires for his girlfriend’s sister.  Holly Wrightright was a girl who filled the two horndogs with such unimaginable pleasure their minds couldn’t hold it all in.  A few times in history upon visiting the Wrightright household or the Wrightright household came to visit Simon’s household for dinner or a social engagement did Simon and Holly “hug.”  Simon wanted more than simple hugging, especially after the girl grew up a little and began developing.
	When Holly was about 10 years young or so she had captured Simon’s desires.  Even then he wanted to see her naked.  He wanted to see her peeing; either sitting on the toilet, standing in the shower, or in his backyard straddling his face!  
	Simon wanted to spank her.
	He wanted to take a bath and a shower with her.
	He wanted to see her in her panties; then lay her on her backside with legs up and paddle her ass.  Then he wanted to lay her across his lap and spank her; firstly with her panties on—then with the panties rolled down to her knees.  He wanted her to sit on his face—naked of course.  He wanted to squirt his cum onto her face, squirt onto her pussy, and see his cum ooze out of her asshole.
	All perfectly natural desires doncha think?
	Dmitri also had those desires (and with EMAD…)
	Laid out on her bed, mindless Holly was all unawares as horny horndog Simon slid her orange pants down.  Orange pants, orange socks, orange hair braids, orange-ish tee-shirt—wanna bet she got orange underwear, too?
	She did!
	Simon, unawares of being mind controlled, went thru the paces of undressing the very cute twelve year old.  Alice, lay in her panties only beside her mindless sister—also mindless.  Simon stripped off his clothes and ogled the girls—mostly Holly, to his delight.
	Dmitri was delighted, too.
	The desires were high with Simon, unnatural desires; illicit and immoral.
	Simon would make an excellent side-kick!
	Dim, though, wasn’t so interested in taking on a sidekick, not yet.
	Slowly Simon “went down” on Holly, taking those orange panties down with his teeth!  Opening the girl’s legs (after) and he was greeted with a nice-nice pussy.  Neatly trimmed, bikini style, Simon marveled at the cunt his cock would soon be dwelling in.  Dmitri noted the bare snatch box and determined that it was not as virginal as it should be.
	A little mind probing and it was learned that not only was sister Alice having way with boys she babysat—so was little sister!  Three boys came to mind, the youngest was approx six years while the other was about nine!  Dim’s illusions about Holly had been crushed!  She looked so innocent!  Thomas (age 6) she had had willing sex with as many as three times!  Greg, the other boy age nine, just the one time.
	No sucking, no “up the ass.”  The boys did the sucking, though—her budding young titties.  And just straight sex, boy on top.  No peeing but there WAS some spanking—the boys spanking her!  Amazing!
	Simon, of course, did not know any of this.  After licking out Holly’s tender fuckable fucked cunt he mounted.  Firstly he just humped the girl’s pussy.  Dim caressed his ass finding deeper seeded desires—girls as young as five—no, FOUR he had strange unnatural desires for.
	Girls at his church, the only synagogue in the area, he wanted to have naked on his lap.  He wanted those young-young girls to PEE on him while they were on his lap!  Amazing!  
	Anyways, after gliding his cock up and down Holly’s not-so-innocent pussy, there was penetration.  Holly did moan, groan, arch her back, nipples erect, and she trembled all over with accompanying little goosebumps.  Dim’s dick rubbed against Simon’s ass with his thoughts jumbled; there was Aimee still wedged deeply in his mind, Alice, Simon’s sister, Kayleen, the rednecks at the corner store, Jake wedged under the cattle trough, the new neighbor, Suxtobeeu and soon to be Becky Houstopolis to join that family (remember, this is a FLASHBACK to Dmitri’s high school middle years) and the cheerleaders at his school, every girl he knew at his school, every girl of every age on his block…
	So many thoughts had he that he missed Simon’s orgasm.
	Gathering himself, though, he peered down between Simon’s legs marveling at a cock in a pussy; the cinched up testicle sac, the flow of cum and pussy juice, the very smell of sex in progress, all of it.  
	Simon slipped out, rested his cum squirter on Holly’s cum receiver and rested.  He could go again, but first—it was Dim’s turn!  Sloppy seconds again, oh well.  The pussy was still snug and with Simon just there made sliding his own organ in all the easier.  The pussy was delightfully snug and so Dim neverminded the “sloppy seconds” and concentrated on getting his own nut as well as ogling the girl’s developing titties.
	The sensation of his cock thrusts into Holly’s cunt was more than marvelous.  More than glorious!  More than even sensational!  There were no words to describe the feeling of his cock in Holly’s pussy.  It was just simply a pretty decent good fuck; a wondrous feeling that was ten times as better than any drug could provide.
	He shuddered as his cock expelled a gracious quantity of spunk.
	Holly came, too.
	He wanted her to be a little more aware.
	He wanted to dink with her mind, “fix it” so as she would be sexually active with horny Simon.  But his body still ached and hurt from the altercation with Jake and doing Holly anymore than once was not doable.

Bedfellows; they are strange
	“You wouldn’t mind watching her for a couple of hours, would you?”
	What a loaded question!  As soon as Mr. Porterquark asked Simon if he “wouldn’t mind watching” little ten year old Annie—Simon had wood.  So did Dmitri.  Dmitri was “invisible” to the three of them as Simon stood on the porch of the Porterquark house.  The Porterquarks were family friends of the Weemines and Simon very well knew of ten year old “Annie” and very well wanted to see her naked, on his lap, peeing on him.
	Seems perfectly normal to me!
	Just minutes after Ms. Porterquark left the house and Simon had little Annie on his lap—clothed.  No one else was home which normally house three other siblings; 2 boys, and 1 girl; a lazy beer guzzling uncle plus a gay homosexual uncle who spent most of his time making beads.  But I digress…
	Mostly on his own and did Simon fondled little Annie.  Annie and Simon had a good report; they often went to the movies together; she went with him to sports events, the pizzeria, and miniature golf.  They were “buds.”  And never during all those times together and being “buds” was there any inappropriateness.  A time or two there was some farting, giggling about sex jokes, and discussion about “boy parts” and “girl parts”, growing boobies, and her pending period.
	After a kiss, Simon worked off the girl’s shirt.  Neither he or the girl were aware of Dim’s presence and the girl in question was just a little more “aware” than normal but still curbed from freaking out about what Simon was doing—and going to do.
	With the shirt off there was a dainty trainer/halter to whip off and she was topless.  For a moment Simon took in the naked chest then clumsily (on his own) undone and then worked down his pants and underwear.  His hands caressed Annie’s body, her backside mostly and then her chest.
	Dim made a quick check to make sure no one had come home then closed the girl’s bedroom door and undressed himself.  
	It was to be awed at how the EMAD worked—virtually rendering him (Dmitri) invisible in the presence of Simon and Annie (and Annie’s mother!)  The minding device was some device!  On a larger scale he knew that with enhancements a larger group of peoples could be made “not to see” the User—and that would, of course, pave the way for out and out robbing a bank, a car dealership lot, a house, a department store…
	Mind control for sexual purposes was the best option Dim decided.
	Standing stark naked behind Annie and he just couldn’t help marvel at his standing stark naked behind her.  His rock hard cock touched her backside—and that was good.  He smiled and put himself right up against her backside, between the shoulders and began humping—that was good, too.
	Then,
	“Whattya doing!?” almost shrieked a child’s voice.
	Heather.
	Annie’s little sister.
	Age six.
	Supposedly at a neighbor’s house for “tea”.
	What’s the world coming to when you cant depend on a child to keep her word!?  Something had happened—like an argument and since little Maddy’s house was just four houses from Heather’s—Heather walked home in a huff.  And promptly caught her brother having shenanigans with her sister—and a naked teenage boy was there, too—a naked teenage boy she knew well.
	(and yea, Simon wanted to be naughty with her, too; but beings as how she was merely-merely six years young—he put her out of his mind until she was at least a few years older.   At least.)
	Dim whirled around—‘fuck, shit, piss, motherfucker!’ she could see him.
	Of course, she wasn’t “touched” by the EMAD’s power.
	With panic ensuing and rushing up adrenaline fastly, Dim grabbed his EMAD and zapped the girl quickly.  In the few seconds it took to do that—Simon was “aware” and so was Annie.  That complicated things.  As soon as little Heather was zapped Dim whirled to the stunned Simon and confused-stunned Annie.
	Both were successfully zapped back to mindless state but Dim couldn’t get them back to the state he wanted them previously.  That irked him.  As long as he had had the minding device he still had little idea on how it really worked—he had taken risks in dinking with it, upgrading, trying to decipher the mysterious inner workings.  But the machine’s absolute operation was basic to him.  What all the dials, LCD readouts in cryptic symbols meant or referred to remained elusive.
	He understood sorta-kinda the brain wave capturing readout; the readout commands and subcommands, how to send the brain wave capturing option, and interrupt this and a little of that.  That amounted to about possibly ten percent.
	Simon and Annie were zombiefied.  Maybe they’d snap out of it in a while.
	He hoped.
	Dim turned his attention to the interrupter.
	She had peed herself during the interlude.
	That was a plus.
	She stood totally mindless—which was good ‘cause it made it easy for Dim to lower her panties from beneath the short kiddie squirt she wore.  She had made a small puddle at her feet; Dim smiled, farted, and stroked his cock against her face.

Neighborhood frolic anyone?
	What the little red light that came on, blinked a few times, then went off and stayed meant—Dmitri had no idea.  He thought it to be something like the yellow  CHECK ENGINE light that came on and stayed on for a few cycles then went off on its own.
	But that was a yellow light and was precautionary.
	The EMAD’s light indicator was red and that usually meant something more serious.  He didn’t know for sure—he knew that the unit seemed to have gotten more hotter, too.  Probably for over use.  Probably.
	At the Porterquack house the other day,
	With her panties off, a wipe of her pussy, Dim hoisted the little girl to her sister’s bed and removed the rest of her clothing, opened her legs and ogled her nakedness all the while stroking his cock and checking the queer status of his minding device as well as Simon and Annie.  Then he went down on Heather (like he always wanted to) then gouged her little cunt with his cock.
	The feeling of fucking Holly had been tremendous—so much so that he had been unable to come up with a word to associate the feeling; the same went for laying his dick against little Heather’s slit.  The sensation was enormously fantastic—and he hadn’t even put it in her yet!
	He gouged, grinded, glided until such time as it was he had to poke.
	Poke and prod.
	Prod, poke, penetrate.
	Poke, glide, prod, penetrate, penetrated.
	Penetrated!
	Previously penetrated.
	A little mind probing solved that—a neighborhood boy, eight years, had previously poked, prodded, and penetrated her.  Twice even!  Dim was pleased; but of course, his cock was enormously bigger than Tad Givesadamm.  At least he hoped so!  

	A gentle push and the head of his cock plus a little bit of shaft made the conquest complete.  He pumped a little then gave little Heather a generous lubrication of his personal love juice.  Then it was more gliding on her delicate pussy until he saw more lights flickering on his EMAD and Simon beginning to move.

	What a day!  What a week!
	He knew that more classes in electronics was going to have to done if he was ever to gain a little more insight than what he had of his EMAD.  After creaming on Heather, gliding his saucey schlong all over her nude body, humping her sweet face and squirting a little more sauce into her mouth—he focused needed attention on Annie and Simon.
	Mostly Simon.
	Annie still seemed to be deeply mindless; Simon?  Not so much.
	“Who are you?” Simon asked in a droggy/groggy sleepy kind of way.
	‘a friend—or a bad dream—or a good one!’ depending on your view.
	With flying fingers like a teenage girl texting, Dim recaptured Simon’s mind within a timely fashion.  Then it was back to where they had left off with Annie on his naked lap.  Dim settled on the bed cockeyed with the naked Heather on his lap.  Simon was NOT aware of Heather—not yet.
	Simon fondled-fondled-fondled Annie, his buddy.  He kissed her, caressed her, took her small girlish hands and wrapped the fingers about his cock helping her stroke him into oblivion.  More kissing, more fondling, then he got her out of her pants and took a moment to admire her in her panties.  In part, Simon worked on his own volition—his mind was just blanked to the presence of Dmitri (and Heather.)  The EMAD helped pave Simon to act on his desires.
	More lap riding, more fondling and kissing; then, Simon (on his own) began gouging his cock against Annie’s cunt, slipping his hands behind her and down her panties before finally laying the girl out on the bed and sliding the panties off.  Dim was pleased and debated with himself about cluing the boy in.  Together they would be awesome together!
	But Dim dismissed the notion of taking on a sidekick; best not let too many peoples know about the minding device.  He was sure that Simon would be cool about it but a slip of the tongue and Dmitri’s freedom would be curbed.  He rather liked his freedom so it was a NO on bringing Simon into the know.
	Little Annie was a beauty and Simon noshed on her sweet little pussy sending Dim’s dick into a serious state of hardness.  Up and down and all around the cock gouged again and again and again little Heather’s cunt and asshole.  His cock ached and ached and ached (but it was a good ache.)

	Simon finally rose up from his noshing on Annie’s young pussy gouging his cock against the girl.  Sperm was already squirting and extreme determination was all the rage.  Full intent there was to make vaginal penetration.  Dim wouldn’t deny him.  The boy gouged and gouged; glided and glided his cock until his teen prick began entry.
	Once more—as Simon’s cock made the entry into the ten year old’s pussy, his eyes locked with Dim’s.  The sensation of penetration, though, overwhelmed what his eyes saw (or thought they saw.)  Once the humping began after the near full entry, Simon no longer saw the naked stranger and concentrated solely on getting his nut.

Just your friendly neighborhood humpfest
	Like a smorgasbord, Julie, Hanna, Keisha, and Kim, were laid out on the big bed of Hanna’s house in the treehouse in the backyard.  It was a nice big house, a playhouse with a huge maple growing up thru the middle.  A big handmade bed was on one side; a living room and kitchen were on the other.  No bathroom—one still had to scurry to the house for that business.
	Julie Rayshine was neat girl; big eyes, a wondrous face, lovely brown hair that changed styles about every week.  She was short in height than other girls in her age group (ten) but was budding out just the same as them.
	Hanna Lakespear was twelve; a cowgirl, a beautiful face with an incredible smile, bright eyes of blue, a sweet-sweet girl with a good set of beginning titties.  Like with Annie, Simon Weemine was buds with the girl; he helped build the playhouse that kind of sort got out of hand but oh well.  He also helped her train her horse and helped her out at the local stables and at the local horsemanship events like at fairs and other social events.
	Keisha Buglove was a very pretty black girl; she was also twelve and had a nice-nice butt but small-small titties.  A friendly face, nice hair, friendly attitude, and Simon had heard her fart.  Kim was also black and a year younger, liked to wear dresses and/or skirts rather than jeans.  She was mostly flat chested and was more friendly to Simon than the others—but not as bud-buddy as Annie was (but close!)
	After having his way with Annie—Simon Weemine was about spent and worthless.  He had finally managed to manage his cock all the way into the ten year old pussy and fuck his brains out.  He sighed and was well drained from the narly deed and didn’t feel bad about one little bit!
	Dim took another turn—his prick was as hard as it could ever be and with Annie’s young cunt well broken in he slid into her with little effort.  He caressed Heather’s ass as well as Simon’s.  The debate still raged in him, he needed a friend who had the same likes and illicit desires.  
	At length, though, Dim felt that simple exploiting the teenager would have to suffice.  He fucked Annie and went back to molesting Heather a bit more, too; then, sodomized Simon “just fucking because”.  They showered and to show just how far deeply into the boy’s mind Dim’s nifty little machine was—had the boy suck him (and swallow!)
	While drying, Dim fucked Simon’s ass again, spanked him, and even got him to lick his asshole!  He did!  Laying on his back, Dim pulled his legs back and had the Jewboy lick his cornhole.  It was another proof that the teen horndog was deeply and concretely under the electronic spell of the EMAD.
	The girls on the bed in the playhouse were all friends and Simon knew them—and Simon wanted to know them better.  It was just overload—for Simon as well as Dmitri.  With the EMAD—everyone was a Subject; color and age made no difference.  
	Julie Rayshine, ten, with the big eyes and lovely brown hair in a single thick-full pony tail, was captivating—especially with her green print pants down at her knees along with her lavender panties.  A nice smooth hairless pussy was there to be viewed and admired—and to be sure it was viewed and admired!
	Simon slowly and carefully slipped the pants and panties off then slipped his hands up under the green print non-cotton shirt squeezing the ultra itty-bitty-titties.  Of course, she was ten—but many girls even some years younger were sportin’ titties and even getting their periods!
	A small body did Julie have; Simon ogled her nakedness then went down on her licking happily giving his unseen friend behind him quite a view.  And quite a view it was—Simon’s ass, crack, hole, dangling balls, dangling hard cum dripping cock, and him licking out the naked ten year old!  Quite a view!
	Unlike the other girls mentioned here of late—Julie was a virgin.
	Optimum word here—was.
	Just a slight coating of blood was on Simon’s Jew dick.  He made partial penetration—Julie moaned, arched her back, twisted, and coated Simon’s stabber with her cherry juice.  Somehow he managed to hold off cumming; he had other girls he wanted to stab and that required energy—Hanna for instance.
	But Julie held him—after busting her cherry and somehow holding off blowing his load on her, he loved on her itty-bitties, kissed her passionately, cupped her ass then rolled her over for some spanking.  His hand smoothed over her ass, squeezed the cheeks than swatted the whole area of the bare ass.
	After two more hardy spanks and Simon was clutching his own cock.
	Dim saw in the boy’s mind his deep desire to spank his own sisters—not only Aimee but little Baily, too!  Baily he had sworn to himself to lay off until she was Aimee’s age.  That was one thing to think it—quite another for the lustful body to follow thru and keep up its word.
	After loving all over Julie and then some, having strong desire to bugger the girl up the ass, cum on her face, spank her, and then repeat—Hanna Lakespear brought him to a new level of sexual heightened awareness he hadn’t been aware of.  The girl was, of course, older; her pussy was more developed as well as her breasts.  Very blond hair, very blue eyes, very innocent looking.
	Turns out, though, not a virgin.
	What Dmitri saw in Hanna’s mind was a teen boy with long thick raven dark hair; he looked a little older than teen but Dim wasn’t sure.  There WAS a blowjob action scene, then an intimate setting somewhere where there was just a candle providing the light.
	She wasn’t a slut, though; the pussy was still smooth with a near perfect “mound”.  Simon didn’t know the difference and gently slid his dick into her trench and got busy with the humping forgetting the tonguing the girl’s pussy out first.
	Once more and did Dim caress the boy’s ass, spank it, and admire the act of sexual intercourse “in progress.”
	There was no strength to do the girl up the butt.
	Simon did spank the girl a bit, squeeze her titties, finger her pussy, and have very deep desires to carry on a sexual tryst with the girl on an on-going basis.
	Keisha Buglove.   A lovely African-American girl of twelve years.  She had amazing charm, was a champion jump roper, played chess on an excellent level, was a calm non-cheerleader type, conservative dresser, and was having an ongoing sexual relationship with her Father!
	Wow!
	Not alla the time, but occasionally.  Thing was, the parental units were divorced and Keisha loved her Daddy so—and to keep him happy and in the family loop AND close at hand—Keisha gave herself to him in his city apartment.
	She gave him blowjobs, handjobs, and cunt jobs.
	They showered together AND slept in the same bed together—naked!
	Dim was sure that if Simon knew this nifty tid bit of info he’d go balastic!
	It was a mindblower for sure.  She looked so sweet, so innocent, calm and demure-like.  And to be so young!  Merely twelve—twelve!  Well, she was six months into her twelfth year—but still!
	Simon humped a good hump on the naughty girl giving her a copious amount of fresh hot jiz three minutes later.  The boy then rolled off and fondled his cum squirter reeling in some agony (sexual).  Dim fingered Keisha’s cunt but didn’t sink his own cum squirter into her—sloppy seconds was beginning to ire him.

	Then there was Kim.
	Also African-American.
	While Simon took a shower (alone) Dim took his turn First Dibs with the young eleven year old black girl discovery that she was not quite a virgin as she seemed.  As Dim slid his very teen dick into the girl’s cunny and manipulated the EMAD to manipulate the girl’s mind to free up images locked away in the dark recesses of her mind—Dim saw not a boy, not a man—but a dog.
	A dog!
	The image was hard for Dim to interpret; he saw a white and black short haired dog with a long snout; like a bird dog or something; there was another girl, also black, and a white girl who had Chinese eyes.  All were naked, in a barn it looked like, and Kim was on her hands and knees with the other two girls holding the dog up in a sort of standing position with one girl—the white girl with Chinese eyes, holding and guiding the doggie dick.
	The image wouldn’t hold and blacked out.  Dim didn’t have a good handle on how he could see such images but he figured it was due to his use of the minding device.  Could be.

*

Gangbang in the neighborhood!
	Strangely, Kristy Gnomelunge WAS a virgin.  She was thirteen, almost fourteen—and she was a virgin!  Dim’s mind was still locked on Kim’s doings with the dog.  He just couldn’t get over it; and he wished the image had been more clearer.  Not only did she take the doggie dick to her asshole as was detailed in the mind image Dim could see—but she also took the doggie dick to her pussy!
	Kristy Gnomelunge.  A “friend” of Simon’s.  She was nice, a star pitcher for her school’s baseball team; a bit of a tomboy, very nice set of titties, not into wearing dresses except on special occasions and they better damn well be “special.”  
	She was a masturbator—well, aint we all?
	She loved going naked in her room; singing, fingering herself, SPANKING herself, smoking weed with a friend, going naked with that friend, but no sexual contact with said friend.  Amazing!
	And what’s more, despite being a babysitter—she didn’t have sex with them!  What was wrong with her?
	Once laid out on her bed, though; there was something amiss.
	On closer inspection—Kristy Gnomelunge, fourteen year old junior high star pitcher; tomboy; B average student, wasn’t a virgin after all.

	It wasn’t the fault of the EMAD—just Dim’s interpretation thereof.
	And overuse of the EMAD.
	And Dim’s previous encounters with the neighborhood girls.
	Keeping tabs on Simon and his strong-strong desires for some of the neighborhood girls all tabulated into a miscommunication between User and contraption.  That was unfortunate.  Could he rely on the nifty minding device?  He doubted that the Device was the problem—the problem was essentially him.
	Overuse.
	He had given the Device a couple of days off—but then it was back to spying on Deputy Bugger, Greg Brady, the Weemine house, Alice Wrightright, Holly, Annie, Heather, and the rest—with most attention to Kim Larksomit; as well as Keisha Buglove!
	But first!
	Kristy.
	After Simon had stripped the girl down and focused his attention to her bodacious teenage ta-tas, Dmitri noted that the girl’s pussy was not as virginal appearing as was first believed.  It was a smooth mound but there was “evidence” of sexual activity.  Dim closely scrutinized the teen’s pussy; it was shaven cleanly, too.
	All attention was on Kristy and her non-virgin cunt.
	Simon was all about enjoying Kristy’s titties and humping her sides.
	“Whatcha doing?” called out a small voice.
	What!?  Again!?
	Dim whirled around nearly falling off the bed to find Kristy’s little step-sister, Karen.  Like Heather, Kristy wasn’t supposed to be home.  Karen was six, very-VERY cute, long-long blond hair, incredible blue eyes, super white skin, very pretty, very adorable.
	Dim zapped her and immediately fell ill—a sudden rush of heat swarmed/seethed over him making him dizzy and lightheaded.  He didn’t care for it at all.  Then his eyes blurred and that made everything worse.
	Then the EMAD shut-down.
	That was bad. 
	Thankfully, though, little Karen seemed to have been “zapped” at the last minute before auto-shut-down.  His head hurt; that flush feeling overwhelming him wasn’t too pleasant; he began to itch, and felt like he was moments from barfing.  Something had gone wrong and he had no idea what.  Why had the EMAD shut down like it did?  Was there a correlation between his sudden illness and the electronic mind altering device?
	Sitting on the floor by the open window seemed to help—except when he moved.  Moving his eyes, even, made him dizzy—closing his eyes, too!
	At length he managed to crawl to the bathroom and take a shower.
	Then he threw up.
	Then he sat on the pot and let go his bowels—of which he had to retake another shower.  When he returned to the bedroom half an hour later the EMAD’s lights were twinkling on and off—it made a hum, a high pitched whirr; then shut off again only to restart seconds later.
	Dim had no idea.
	Time was getting on and other members of the household would soon be arriving.  Dmitri didn’t want to be there when they did but he really didn’t feel like moving.  Any movement at all and he became ill; hot sensation all over, his testicles swelled, his cock ached, and dizziness.
	Thirty more minutes elapsed before Dim felt good enough to move.
	The EMAD had reset.
	Why it had acted the way it did wasn’t known but in the subcommand window LCD pane it was noted some of the personal commands Dim had put in weren’t there.  The machine had “reset” to factory specs, so to speak.  Maybe good--maybe bad.
	Thing was, though; it left Simon, Kristy, and Karen in a state of funk.
	It wouldn’t do to leave the naked Simon in the midst of the girls—especially with one of those girls also naked.  Thing was, though, Dmitri was no longer dizzy but a little confused.  He literally couldn’t think straight—all he wanted to do was go home.  He didn’t feel himself and to lie down in his bed would be so good.
	That was—if he could remember exactly WHERE his bed was.
	Ooops.