August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Fifty Three
The Oops Factor II

Breaking wind
	Ripped rapture
	One car—two car—three car—FIVE!
	Evening was coming on and time was pressing.  After the series of motorists zoomed by it was time to finish up with Trooper, Shaun Smitesum and Senior Trooper, Don Dugsomonup.  In the backseat of the troopers’ patrol car, the senior trooper lay with his utility belt on the floorboard and his pants and undies at his ankles.  Trooper in training, rookie, had no clothes on and sucked-sucked-sucked on Officer Dugsomonup’s cock!
	Dim was pleased.
	And from cocksucking to—mounting (after, of course, sucking Dim’s dick.)
	It wasn’t Dmitri’s usual flair to have sexual relations with a “man” but Trooper Smitesum had gotten Dim’s ire so a blowjob was in order.  A full face fuck followed with some anointing cream squirting gobs into the man’s hair and coating his face.  THEN he crawled up onto his partner and they both guided the Senior Trooper’s cock into the rookie’s rookie asshole.
	It was quite a scene and Dim liked it.  While the two engaged,
	‘you like sucking your partner’s cock.’
	‘you like your partner sucking your cock.’
	‘you like sodomizing your partner.’
	‘you like being sodomized by your partner.’
	Oral and anal sex would take up a great part of their daily shift.  Spanking, ramming flashlights and batons into rookie trooper’s asshole; oral and anal day in and day out and they would LIKE IT!

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Handjobs, snowjobs, blowjobs
(one will give you pleasure; one will get you stuck; one will cost ya $20)
	Left on Pokemieye St., straight 2 blocks on Quincekeep Rd., 3 blks to Wharf Raft Lane and then down the alley between Warehouse #5 and Maintenance Warehouse #9A.  Midway along the alley just past the power pole and the huge double pull-down doors was a pass-thru bin.  The “package” in the van was unloaded at the doors and an envelope was in the bin.
	Afterwards and there was Karla’s Broiler Room—dinner time!
	Karla’s Boiler Room was in a huge brick building formerly an “ice house” for the transportation industry in the proverbial “hey day” of the area.  Now the area was upscale with cutesy shops, museums, young people gathering holes, taverns, social hangouts for the trend setters, and so on.
	Dim’s mood was still soured by the altercation of the young inept undertrained young brash trooper.  Dim would have let him be—untouched by the EMAD had he not freaked out so by the seatbelt thing.  The whole incident left a bad taste in Dim’s mouth—but then again, it also left a warm fuzzy (if not sticky) feeling seeing the young trooper naked on top of the senior trooper taking the senior trooper’s cock to his asshole.
	That made Dim smile.
	More smiles came as he made way to the bathroom encounter a pair of small boys “up to something.”  The boys backed up against the brick wall of the dimly lit corridor and got all hush-hush.  Dim entered the bathroom but held off his urgent pee to pause at the door and listen.
	“We gotta go outside!” quipped anxiously one of the boys.
	“We’re gonna get caught!” replied the other.
	“No we’re not!” persisted the blond haired boy and most enthused about doing whatever it was that they were/were not going to get caught doing.
	“Someone else is coming!” exclaimed the dark haired youth.
	A woman—into the Women’s Rest Room.
	‘embrace.’
	Dim watched from the crack of the door the two boys hug each other.
	A man came to use the facilities, Dim did a backtrack on his potential shenanigans and washed his hands freeing the boys’ minds back to themselves.
	By the time the man using the bathroom left and Dim had washed his hands enough to do him for the month, the boys were adamant about their risky business.
	“Let’s just go out the door and do it real quick.”
	“Not THAT door, lads,” Dim said stepping out frightening the boys with their backs to the wall, “you’ll set off an alarm—it’s for emergencies only.”
	Then,
	‘what are you up to?’
	Answer:  smoking.  The boys, Daryl and Todd, had found an unopened pack of cigarettes and were anxious to smoke one.
	‘why don’t you pull your pee-pees out instead?’
	The boys, two handsome little turds, hauled out their ten year old puds and Dim was pleased.  

	Then it was off into the men’s bathroom to the last stall for a little more one-on-one—er, two.  Daryl and Todd happily complied and obeyed.  There probably wouldn’t be much time so not much probably could be done.  So, with time a constraint,
	Daryl was stripped of his clothes and stood on the seat of the toilet.
	Todd was stripped of his clothes and sat on the toilet.
	There really wasn’t time for the naked shenanigans but once Daryl was stood up on the toilet and his pants and underwear down—Dim just had to see him with his shirt off, too.  And there wasn’t room enough to maneuver the boy(s) around as he liked in the cramped stall with their pants on restricting their leg movements sooo—naked it was.
	Daryl had dark hair, ultra-ultra curly, thick eyebrows, clean face, a couple of scars, but otherwise clean and decent smelling.  Todd was his best friend who had reddish blond hair bowl shaped.  Dim fondled Daryl’s pud as he stood up on the toilet; fondling of the boy’s testicles was next with a generous ass grab followed by an out and blowjob.
	But he (Dim) wasn’t gay…

	While he sucked on Daryl’s non-gay pud—Todd sucked on Dim’s non-gay dick (with his head bobbing to rub Daryl’s dangling nut sac.  Someone came into the bathroom so the festivities had to be temporarily halted—well, Dim sucking on Daryl’s dork but Todd continued servicing Dim.
	The User used the pisser, washed his hands, farted, grunted, farted again, then left.  Dim filled Todd’s mouth and inserted into the boy’s mind,
	‘you want to suck your friend’s cock almost every day.’ (or every free time chance you can; to be naked with him, too; to pee on his balls, rub cock on his ass, and try for sodomy.)
	Suddenly and Dim blasted a seriously thick hot rich gob of goo into Todd’s mouth.  The release was utterly fan-fucking-tastic!  He fluttered his eyes and had to thrust his hands out to the sides of the stall to brace himself as the orgasm seethed and tingled throughout his body.
	It was almost as good had it been the result of some righteous pussy!
	There was, unfortunately, no umph left to poke the boys.
	He sucked on Daryl, fondled the boy, kissed the boy’s butt cheek and even licked the boy’s virgin turd factory!  Still did nothing to stimulate Dim’s dick, though.  Had there been time (and a better more secure and more private place) to molest the boys it would have been different.

Mean streaks and a total lack of morals make for a bad combination
	Dinner rumbled in his stomach; along with the run and extra runs for Boss One and Boss Two—he also had a couple of moonshine runs to make, too.  News on the radio wasn’t good—a rash of kidnappings in the area, the state, and nation.  EMAD use was on the rise but there were new and advanced Electronic Mind detectors and preventers vying to keep up.  
	Police officers, pillars of the community, preachers, teachers, babysittiers, mommies AND daddies—all on board with having illicit activities with children.  Corruption abounded in all facets of life; the work place, home, everywhere—anywhere—anytime.
	Shops abounded around the downtown area—and despite warehouses abounding also the area was “upscale.”  Boutiques were everywhere, gift shops, mini museums, trendy upscale clothing stores, teen hangouts like pizzerias with arcades and mini golf, upscale dinning and taverns; fountains, trees with lights, and a general ambience saying “everything’s all right.”
	Pzzzzz-frrrop!
	Big raspberry on that one.
	After his business with Daryl and Todd, Dim paid his food bill and slipped outside going to the fountain courtyard.  It was a nice evening, a few visible police officers and guards were stationed about with some strolling around.  Dim noted the various electronic “spies” in their smoke globes perched high on poles and on the corners of buildings.  Plain Clothes officers of various law enforcement were also known to be about.
	A couple of artsy museums Dim checked out; a couple of cute high school girls were also checked.  A small group of cheerleaders were amassed outside one of the popular pizzerias.  Dim watched them then moved across the grand courtyard to the other side where he focused on a tall teenage boy playfully so-so pushing/shoving his sister who as it turned out had just turned thirteen.
	Dim got a fizzy fountain drink from a cart vendor and some popcorn and as nonchalantly as possible followed the Subjects.  It was quickly assessed that the boy was a bit of a jerk; he was tall, built like a substantial athlete, and had the persona of a bully/jerk.
	His sister, birthday girl, had braces, dirty blond hair, a nice ass, small apple titties, very round face, and pooted as she climbed the stairs to one of the small museums featuring ancient dinosaurs of the area.  No one noticed—save for Dim.
	With his butt parked on the paw of a great stone lion on the steps to the entrance of the museum, Dim munched his popcorn while keeping watch on his Subjects.  The boy continued to bump his sister, laugh, josh with her, teetered on being a typical cruel brother and a so-so ok brother.

	‘go left.’
	‘go straight.’
	‘turn left; cross street, keep straight.’
	The Subject Mother wasn’t bad, either—about the same height as her teenage son, in her late thirties; a flappy ass, beige slacks of some design suggesting she was “well off” and wearing a few baubles.  Dim warned himself to be wary of any potential dangers—such as EMAD detectors and deterrents.  He hadn’t tapped (mind) the Subject Mother’s offspring—not yet.  Not until they reached Dim’s van.
	A few miles outside of town and off the main road a few miles onto a desert road to a huge boulder and some desert trees the festivities of a Dim kind began.  The EMAD had a so-so hold of the Subject family which was cause for concern; however, Dim found that he could manipulate the Device lessoning the hold of one-two minds to fully control that of another.
	The minds lessoned manipulated had their bodies restrained by rope.
	Then,
	The Neecklebumm family featuring Christine Neecklebumm, late 30s; son Koby at seventeen; daughter Abby at “just turned thirteen.”  Dim no longer concerned himself with “time”.  It was an issue but he would deal with it.  Daryl and Todd, for some strange reason, still filled his head.  Greatly did he want to spend more time with them—greatly.  Graciously did he want to not only be serviced by them but by them, too.  Spanking, peeing, hardcore sucking followed by hardcore ass banging.
	There was even the thought of the boys buggering him!
	In lieu of Daryl and Todd—the Neecklebumm family would fill in.
	‘ever been naughty with your brother?’
	Not no! but a hearty OMG!  WTF!  BBQ!  NO!
	There was no need in inquiring if she “wanted to.”
	Abby’s brother, Koby, was equally disgusted by the pry; however,
	‘if she were WILLING to let you play naked with her? – would you?’
	That was different and resulted in a “maybe.”  It was still embarrassing, but there was a “maybe” just the same.  As brother and sister, sure—yeah, they had seen each other in various stages of undress—including naked.  Abby was vaguely aware of her brother “working his gherkin” in his bedroom and in the bathroom.  It was gross and Abby did her best not to think about it.
	Dmitri probed deeper into Koby—how far would he “play naked” with his “just turned thirteen year old” sister?  The seventeen year old shrugged, he really didn’t know.
	‘are you a virgin?’
	“No.”
	Two girls had Koby fucked—one was a girlfriend while the other was the sister of his best friend.  The girlfriend was Koby’s age—the best friend’s sister was not—she was a mere twelve at the time (Koby a mere sixteen at the time.)  Straight sex; no oral, no anal, not even a handjob.
	‘ever been naughty with another guy?’
	There was no answer—the prying question was so outrageous it couldn’t.
	So, back to Abby—
	‘if your sister wanted you to put your dick against her bare ass—would you?’
	The boy blinked his eyes and stammered for an answer, then—
	“Yeah.” He answered truthfully.  Yeah.
	And from “rubbing” to poking and gouging.
	‘if your sister would let you fuck her—would you?’
	A long pause—a long thought.  Then, 
	“I dunno.”
	Oh well.
	‘would you let Abby suck your dick if she wanted to?’
	‘would you fuck Abby’s asshole (if she wanted)?’
	‘cum on her face?’
	‘spank her bare ass?’
	‘shave her pussy?’
	‘EAT her pussy?’
	The invasive questions were all over the top and too much for Koby to process—suffice it to say, though—he had wood.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Abby blinked her eyes and got a serious look etched upon her face.  Her bindings were removed with the minding device seemingly working in the upper regions of Ok.  
	Koby blinked his eyes as he watched in some confusion Abby pulling off her top and undoing her dainty pink bra.  The boy sat staring, cocking his head, blinking his eyes in a code possibly communicating “WTF?  OMG!  BBQ!”
	“W-what are you doing?” he asked in a near bare whisper.
	After Abby cast off her dainty pink bra—both male onlookers took a moment to stare-stare-stare.  Small apple-like titties; soft, supple, delectable.  Dim would have preferred somewhere else more private and with better lighting—like his bedroom, a no-tell motel room, a bigger van with better lighting.  He took what he could get but it definitely could have been better.  Definitely.
	Off came the girl’s off pink jeans followed by the shucking of her pink-pink panties.  she then lay with her legs spread fingering herself while her onlookers stared-stared-stared.  (and got wood-wood-wood!)
	‘eat her out!’ Dim minded to the dimwitted stunned teen.
	Koby blinked his eyes (and after getting out of his clothes) sat on his knees masturbating a moment before bending down between his sister’s opened legs and applying tongue.  Both Abby and her mother were at a stage of awareness that gave them “awareness”.  They were still controllable as they were bewildered enough not to be a problem.  The EMAD was working well and Dim was pleased.
	‘go ahead—fuck!’
	Koby Neecklebumm scarcely needed encouragement there!
	And amazingly, and strikingly—the jock teen had an above average schlong.
	Most teen boys his age hovered in the “6” inch dick range.  Some had a little more—some a little less.  Koby Neecklebumm had an amazing 7 ½ incher!  It was long, strong, hard, and seeping cum already.  After a good tonguing of his sister’s cunt the boy moved up into “fuck” position Missionary style and electrified both himself and sibling as he slid his above average cock into her sex.
	Dim’s dick ached.
	Christine Neecklebumm stared in utter-utter disbelief.  She bobbed her head (and body) seemingly trying to come out of her skin it looked like.  She could make no noise verbally but communicated a great deal with her facial expression—horrified to the extreme as she watched her naked son mount and then proceed with sexual incestuous intercourse with Abby.
	Whether or not she was aware of Dim’s presence wasn’t known.
	As Koby humped his virgin sister—Dim caressed the boy’s humping ass.
	Koby grunted and groaned—he was fairly muscular; favorite sport was football with soccer secondary.  He also played golf but wasn’t so athletic in basketball or even baseball.  
	Dim moved up to Abby’s head—her still clothed mother just on the other side still trying to comprehend what the fucking hell was going on.  Koby pumped his sister steadily with the girl thrashing and reeling in being pumped.
	With continued subtly (via EMAD) ‘clutch my balls.’ Followed by ‘suck my cock.’
	Abby had NEVER fondled a guy’s wares—no way—no how.
	She wasn’t too naïve, though; at summer camp the previous year she HAD seen boys scampering about the woods naked.  She HAD seen her brother naked—that was a given.  She HAD seen boys (summer camp type) peeing in the woods.  Sex acts was elusive to her—she knew and understood the typical manner of sexual intercourse.  Advanced techniques she had no clue.  Blowjobs and handjobs she knew what they were and entailed and though she knew the words “up the butt” she couldn’t grasp the concept.

	Despite her virginity—Abby had a delicate touch (for grasping a guy’s ball sac); then, she had a decent lip lock as she kissed and then engulfed Dim’s dick.  Koby continued to pump with his Mom watching coming into awareness more and more.
	So was Koby and so was Abby.
	Dim had to make some adjustments to keep the family maintained and he wished he would have kept the taser from the officer encounter involving Trooper Lexus.  He continued to rub and caress Koby’s ass, a little spanking and then clutching the teen’s balls pulling them up between his legs.
	Christine’s awareness became even more heightened; her breathing labored as she fully saw that her son and daughter were naked and what they were doing.  Pure disbelief filled her—and in that disbelief she was stunned into confusion resulting in her inability to see the presence of Dim.
	Koby got his nuts off—Dim felt the surge from his clutching of Koby’s nuts getting off.  It was an odd feeling.  Also “odd” was Dim’s feelings—his feelings for Koby.  Not love—just sex.  He wanted to fuck Koby’s asshole, to cum on Koby’s face, his balls, and to spank the boy royally.
	Maybe—just maybe there was a little “gay” in him after all.  Maybe.
	Dim was ready to explode and he wanted that explosion to be in the freshly broken-in girl’s pussy.  And while his explosion reached its crescendo he had the girl’s mother strip off her clothes.  Christine went thru the moves looking to her hands as they undressed her as if the hands undressing her weren’t hers.
	It was the most curious thing!

	With his dick in her ass, Dim gripped Abby Neeklebumm’s hips tightly slamming her de-virginized hole while she slurped on her brother’s fuck stick.  Koby’s fuck stick had been cleaned using his sister’s own panties.  Dim had rammed the girl a goodly amount straining to cum.  He did manage and fell away allow some time for his aching pud to recover.  While doing so—he had the boy “go down” on his Mother’s quim and that was exciting!
	Dim found himself in a serious quandary—there was the naked Abby laying with her legs open, her pussy smoldering from the fresh introduction to cock; and then there was Koby with his ass up in the air and his balls swinging.  A funky attraction there was consuming Dim—who resoundly confirmed to himself “I AM NOT GAY!” but wanted to lick Koby’s hole and then profusely fuck it to death.
	Christine lay wriggling like a cut worm blabbering “NO!  NO!  NOOOoooo!” as her son finished his tongue lashing of her cunt and proceeded to crawl up “into prime position”; his cock touched her pussy making her squirm all the more.

	Christine wiggled and wiggled trying like anything to prevent her son from making love to her.  She cried, she cried out, she begged for “whoever” to stop them from “doing it.”
	“He’s my son, don’t make us—please don’t make us do it!”
	Son, Koby, looked like as if though he, too, were trying to stop himself from proceeding with the “doing it” but the magical (electronical) prowess of the minding machine overwhelmed him and “doing it” was a done deal.
	“Oh my God!” Christine blurted out.  The initial penetration of her teenage son’s more than adequate cock was too much to deny.  She clenched—all over, shuddered, and for a brief moment on her own got into being done.  She even pumped back!  The pleasures derived from the incestuous coupling were put aside; replaced by intense sexual feelings that simply one hundred percent could not/would not be denied.
	Dmitri was almost sure for certain that he saw the words “FUCK ME!” tremble on the woman’s lips.
	Koby shoved his teenage fuck stick into his Mother’s quim—all the while his sister sitting up watched with huge bugged eyes.  Dim continued to caress the boy’s ass, spank him, fondle & clutch the boy’s nuggets, and find increasing desires to fuck the boy’s brains out (as well as BE fucked!)
	Just some seconds over the two minute mark and did Koby Shane Neecklebumm; 3.0 GPA student, defensive tackle, left wing soccer, above average golfer being number 5 in high school rankings for the ten high schools participating in his area—came in his Mother’s pussy.
	And be damned the fact that it WAS his Mother’s pussy—an orgasm just would not be denied.  For either of them!  Koby came hard and his Mother came just as hard—gripping her son’s muscular arms, tearing at his back, wrapping her legs about his very strong/muscular legs and meshed with illicit love makings.
	Koby was spent.  He panted, heaved, sweated, and continued to shoot gobs and gobs of cum into his Mother’s pussy.  Dim wondered who he was more horny for—the boy, the girl, or the mother?
	After Koby rolled off to one side of his Mother, Dim took up position—sloppy seconds?  It was alright; his cock was fair in comparison to Koby’s and beside—Dim didn’t care!  He slid into the wet-wet crevice and emptied his mind of whimsy settling into a nice to glorious fuck.
	She was broken—no fight in her.  Her pussy tingled; Dim watched as Christine’s cunt clenched and her eyes blink.  A whole body shudder there was and even without Dim’s minding device input—Christine Neecklebumm wanted to get laid by her son—and often!

	Christine lay in a swath of sex throws watching as her daughter lay getting laid by her brother.  She saw right next to them what looked like a man.  A naked man.  A naked man with a hard-on.  It was no stretch of the imagination that the “naked man with a hard-on” was manipulating the family via some sort of mind altering device.  No stretch at all.
	Koby didn’t cum in his sister pussy; and after five minutes of trying pulled out, put Abby’s legs up along his beefy chiseled chest, and jammed/rammed his hard-on into his sister’s asshole.
	Dim positioned himself onto the girl’s face placing his balls into her mouth.
	Koby humped and humped; pulled out and spanked his monkey against his sister’s cunt, then reinserted into the girl’s funk hole and fucked vigorously until finally achieving orgasm.  The boy strained and power fucked for the last fleeting ejaculations—then he came down and sucked on Dim’s dick…

	Christine couldn’t remember the last time she had been buggered—up the ass.  She didn’t give her husband a blowjob but she did play with his cock.  There were shared showers and bath times; they skinny dipped in the backyard pool and at a campsite creek in the mountains.  No infidelity—not on Christine’s part and she was very certain that hubby was true, too.
	After sucking on her son’s cock, Christine took Dim’s prick and sucked the life out of it while Koby plunged his into her dirt chute.  The boy struggled in his task but despite being a teen, athletic, his stamina was just about depleted.  Dim’s energy level wasn’t so good, either.  Regardless,
	Abby received her brother’s dick to her asshole while Dim eased into her delicious pussy.  A double fuck; double penetration.  Abby’s eyes bulged; her delightful young teenage breasts branded against Dim’s chest and for several minutes there was nothing but good fucking.
	Then,
	To say the least he was spent—very spent.  So spent that after creaming Abby’s cunt, Dim pulled back—his whole body and rested giving no thought to security.  His own mind was frapped, his body stinking and aching, his cock—his cock did not want to be touched anyway—anyhow.
	How much time there was between screwing Abby and when he “woke” up wasn’t known.  His body still ached terribly, he felt a little ill, and wanted to soak in a tub a long-long time.  Fuck work!
	It was then Dim realized that the EMAD was off-line.
	Koby lay off behind his Mother; Abby lay curled up into her.  All three family members were asleep.  Dim could scarcely move and noted the time being 1:30AM.  ‘well, fuck me!’ Dim cursed.
	Funny he should say that…
	After waking up the Neecklebumm family, Dim put them thru their paces—Abby sucking on her brother’s brotherly love tool while the kids’ Mother slurped on his.  Hardly any mind alteration would be needed for their continuing lifestyle.  Mostly between Mother and Son; Abby was still not so much enthused about sexual relations with her brother.
	After sufficiently hardened, Dim firstly plunged the wooden handle of a screwdriver into Koby’s asshole; the boy’s sister helped hold her brother’s legs back while an even more confused mother watched on.  Dim twisted the wooden screwdriver handle, shoved it in, pulled it out—shoved it in, twisted and twisted and twisted until such a time as Dim deemed it was time.
	Time?	
	For what?
	*insert whimsical/mischievous smile here.
	Nothing was on Dim’s mind as he slid his schlong into Koby’s hole.  Images of Trooper Lexus came to mind, though; Daryl and Todd, Jenny Snottstix, Deputy Bugger, Greg Brady, and so on.  But fleeting images only.  Closing his eyes he concentrated on the act—sodomy.  And only the act of sodomy and not to whom.  He had just fucked both mother and daughter in the ass—so what was it about hammering the boy?  He had done so with Daryl and Todd.  He had fooled with that inept out of control young state trooper.
	It boiled down to the concept of being gay.
	It was a losing battle to reject the notion that he was a homo.
	He wasn’t a flaming homo; he didn’t like to shop, redecorate, where outlandish clothing, or engage sexually with his own kind on a daily basis.  But plunging his schlong into a backdoor whereas the front door was equipped with “equipment” was a startling revelation of possibly more than just sodomizing young boys for the purposes of sexual gratification.
	Soon and young crying Abby settled her sex onto her brother’s face and worked her brother’s cock into a cum shooting tizzy.  When the first juts of sperm began to squirt—Dim pulled out of the boy’s dirt chute and climbed up further onto the boy guiding Koby’s cock into HIS hole!
	He did!
	There was no sexual pleasures from being hammered in the ass—it was the dick (or foreign object) that got the pleasure.  The one being hammered merely enjoyed supplying the pleasure.  
	It was, though, the most incredible thing—the feeling, the presence, of a cock in his asshole.  It was confounding!  It was thrilling!  It was an unexpected quandary—always had he enjoyed cramming his rod into an inappropriate hole more commonly associated with Catholic Priests.  But to take dick up his own cornhole was usually considered a no-go and no pleasure.
	Sex was the thing—to cum, to enjoy outrageous pleasure from more than simple jerking off.  Aside from the illicitness and illegality of sexual engagement with underage girls (and boys), the whole thing of conquest was sexual.  It was better than drugs but not as long lasting—which was whyfore the repeat of acquiring more and more and more.
	With the advent of the EMAD those “acquisitions” were made easier.
	The pursuit of pleasure was the thing.  Money was fleeting and really could only so-so provide satisfaction.  Acquiring a hot trendy bitchin’ ride, snappy clothes, accolades from friends and family of athletic abilities, achieving more than essential scholastic goals, prominence in society—all were secondary to the pursuit of sexual pleasure.
	Sure, he knew that the pursuit of young girls was a no-go; but they were so damn pretty!  Pretty and innocent!  So clean, so pretty, so naïve.  Engagement with them was the bomb.  Watching them undress, to stand and pee, to lay down with their legs open revealing their nakedness—scored high on the Wow Factor.
	Koby blasted a blob of hot goo up Dim’s ass—Dim shot a blob of his own goo squirting it onto the boy’s chest, Abby’s hand, Abby’s face.  The girl sucked on Dim’s cock and then Dim required another rest.

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O//^~`*> \0/0|\|
(I brake for earthlings)
	Weeks later—
	Three hours to Ogden Corners; then left on Junction Road 270 to the back entrance of Copper City.  Then to the backside of Warehouse #3.  Dim was becoming an old pro at being a delivery driver—a “special” delivery driver.  He knew to keep his trap shut, make the delivery, return with the “envelope” and go on about his business.
	And he was well paid for his delivering—enough that he bought for his Dad a BIG screen television and the ability for his Mom to take her friends to a nice dinner party with money left over for a fur coat.  Dmitri Tsugua the good son.
	After his business with the Neecklenbumm family the EMAD went on vacation.  Dim’s dick also (for a while.)  There was this business whereas his former high school asked him to do a service—to participate in scoring a Speech event.  Speech and Debate were big events not only associated with high schools but lower grades, too; this was one such case whereas fellow alumni of the high school would “score” and help out a junior high speech event.  Dim had been involved heavily in the Speech and Debate team of his high school; he was there for an altruistic reasoning—the girls!
	(Dmitri also participated in the French Club for the same reason.)
	Now, as it happened, there was assemblage at the high school where those who could drive to the event in a small neighboring town would do so and take a passenger or two of those who could not (drive.)  An exchange student by the name of Gabrielle “Gabby” Needlesorrenson needed a ride—a miscommunication from someone else she was supposed to ride with left her standing in need.  She was in high school, sophomore, and hailed originally from Sweden.
	To get to the smaller town there was the direct route or the indirect route.  The direct route was by the freeway to the access highway; the indirect route was alongside the railroad for a few miles.  No lights along that route, farmland mostly, too.
	Guess which route Dmitri chose?
	With some decent rock and roll music playing the discussion of school came up; gossip about teachers, mostly.  Dim made polite inquiries about some teachers he knew—he had only been out of high school a little while but liked to keep current with the events.
	Mid way along and—
	‘undo your belt.’
	The sun had just gone down, the air temp was moderate, Dim in a new ride.
	Gabby undone her safety belt and Dim sighed.
	‘undo your pants.’
	Gabby Needlesorrenson wasn’t a bad looking girl—very nice titties, a lot of brown hair that was very-very kinky as well as curly.  A long narrow jaw, high cheek bones, tall in height, spoke several languages, and Dim had heard her fart while at the staging area.
	‘take your pants down to your ankles.’
	There was no hesitation—the sixteen year old foreign girl had unfastened and unzipped her pants and down they went to her ankles.  Dim knew the road to the small town a few miles outside his own town; there were a few places of interest that would draw no “interest” should he pull over.
	Dim still had his pickup but the extra income from the extra deliveries had allowed him to purchase a hot muscle car, a certain shade of blue and white, hot wheels, bitchin’ engine, the works the way he wanted and liked.  And being a 2-door sedan there was that extra room in the back for—
	‘take panties down.’
	Gabby still gave no hesitation and slid her panties all the way down to her ankles.  Thereafter she was directed to lean over the space between the seats.  Dim had pulled over to a safe/secure spot parking just behind one of the great elm trees.  It was twilight giving just barely enough vision to see anything in the dimming natural light of the day.
	Dim firstly kissed Gabby’s bare ass cheek; then began caressing her ass, spanking it, fingering this hole and that hole, and probing her mind for more answers to his questions and getting old familiar feelings once more.  His cock still ached—probably needed another week or two off but Dim couldn’t wait that long.
	Having backseat room made a difference than the front seat of his pick-up.  He managed to get Gabby totally naked—it was a little awkward but he managed and then stripped off his own clothes.
	‘virgin?’ an inquiring mind wanted to know.
	“No.” she answered.
	She didn’t take it up the ass but had given head and handjobs.
	Dim slid into her sex and found her a delightful snug fit.
	She was a good fuck.  Dim’s pleasure level crested and had there been time more would have been done—lots more.  After mawing her titties, cupping and enjoying smoothing his hand over her ass, and delivering a copious amount of cum into her foreign pussy—Dim dressed her, dressed himself, and went on to the high school.

	At the junior high school—more delights were to cum.
	Putting his dick into fifteen year old Allison Barfalotta was a delight.  She was a participator as well as a scorer and coach/advisor.  At this event, though, she was not participating but just scoring those who were.  Standing just under five foot five inches, Allison had some charm—that reddish brown hair, brown eyes, incredible smile, cantaloupe breasts…
	But it was her ass that got Dim’s attention—very-very nice.  Very.
	Tight jeans, tight shirt; she was friendly, helpful, and a delight to be around.  And on the first break from scoring Dim found the girl by herself having a soda by one of the buildings.  Dim got a whiff of foul odor—the girl had farted!  And it was a good one!  
	‘take your pants down.’ Dim said—to further free the trapped farts in her clothes.  
	Allison slurped her soda before undoing her tight blue jeans and pushing them down.  All buildings had lights on their corners—security cameras, too.  Dim guided the girl clad in her shirt and panties to a more secure locale—behind the supply building juxtaposed between the boys and girls gyms on a grassy knoll.  There the girl was rendered naked with the hands-on help from Dmitri.
	Once naked, Dim enjoyed her young breasts, embraced her for a delightful feel job of her ass, then kissed her before gently laying her down.  His dick seemed enthused; it tingled and seemingly singed as it slid nicely into the young teen’s snatch.
	Allison let out a moan, a groan, and a fart.
	Sonja Heeyews was next.  A little taller than Allison and also fifteen years young.  Slender body, small titties, nice tight ass.  A wondrous smile accompanied often by a genuine laugh.  Dim got her behind one of the buildings of instruction and quickly got her naked.  Time was a problem, again.  Both he and Sonja were supposed to be judging/scoring speech contestants but—there were several judges in the various rooms.  Kind of an overloaded abundance of judges but somehow it worked.
	Sonja Heeyews had a nice-nice body—‘specially nude!  There wasn’t a lot of light but that was ok.  Dim dealt with it and after enjoying watching the girl undress herself (a sign that the EMAD was working well to very well) Dim embraced the naked teen, groped her titties and ass, fingered her, and spanked her before laying her down on her own clothes.
	No Q&A; he licked her furry snatch then mounted her for a hearty three minute fuck.  A hot blast of cum squirting into her snug fitting but not virgin cunt signaled the end of the illicit coupling.  He farted, sweated, moaned and groaned as he eased his fuck stick out of her sex.
	“That was a good one!” he commented aloud.

	Stephanie Vastlake was next for the evening.  She was one who was giving a speech to be judged and scored.  Dmitri found her “talking” to herself behind one of the school buildings; rehearsing—as when one gave a speech to be judged one had to do so from memory.  No cheat cards, no teleprompter.
	A nice girl of twelve; long silky dark hair, long limbs, braces, glasses, and a short skirt of plaid red and black.  A nice girl.  Dim licked his lips, squashed a pesky fart, gouged the heel of his hand to his aching boner, then—
	‘undo your skirt.’
	It was a start.

*

Must be Slick; Must Be Slippery; Must Be Wet; Must Be Smooth
(but not necessarily in that order)
	Making runs for Boss One and Boss Two was much more profitable than running moonshine.  Running moonshine took him mostly out into the sticks where there was little to find in “eye candy” and opportunities like he had running extra errands for his Bosses.
	Being caught for moonshine was one thing and a surefire stint in jail; getting caught hauling drugs, money, what have you was serious time.  One day he brought up the touchy subject matter with his Boss One.

	“Uh, say, listen, Chief,” Dim began, “this thing with errand running—”
	“Yeah?” he said in a surly voice.
	“Well, should I get pulled over or questioned or booked—”
	Boss One gave him a hard stare—he was a grizzly fucker with days growth of beard, large jowls, and small eyes.  ‘what of it?’ he conveyed.
	“It’s just, uhm, well, I don’t mind—and I don’t mind being paid—”
	“So what you sayin’?”
	“I’m saying, you and Mr. Karl (Boss Two) don’t have to worry about me.”
	Boss One wrinkled his nose, narrowed his eyes, and sighed one of those exasperated sighs, “I knew that already, that why you got picked.”
	“I cant trust anyone else here,” he continued, “you’re reliable and I know you can keep your pie hole shut.”
	“I can, I can, believe me, I can—but—”
	“Yeah?”
	“Well, it’s just the van.”
	“Again with the van,” said the Boss showing annoyance, “didn’t I get you a new van?  A/C, radio, everything?”
	“It’s not that, sir, and it not that I don’t appreciate it.”
	“Then what the fuck is it, boy, spit it the fuck out!”
	“It’s a COMPANY van.” Dim said at last.
	“Yeah?  So?”
	“Well, I get caught, pulled over, whatever—they’ll trace the van.”
	Mr. Wally Bangsurmom looked across the Boss room and out the dingy warehouse office window to the parking lot to Dim’s new ride.  He nodded, lowered his eyes, possibly farted.
	“Your car wont cut it,” he said dryly, “and didn’t you have a pickup?”
	“Yep, old, underpowered, open.”
	Boss One wrinkled his nose, mulled something over, then nodded.
	“I’ll take care of it.” he said at length.
	Dim wondered “what”.
	“That’s it, boy, get!”
	Dim got get and gone.

*

	Some days later and Dmitri sailed along Route 6 out from San Fartsomore taking the long way around Bone Desert, Dryier Lake, and Forever Plateau in a non-company-company van.  For all intensive purposes—the van was a regular every day 7-passenger van with amenities for a nice family.

	The seats behind the cab seats had been removed.  The carpet had remained as had the built-in ice chest/refrigerator.  The windows were tinted heavier with shades; the suspension had been kicked up—as had the engine, oil and transmission cooler; better air conditioning, better stereo, extra lights, and so on.
	Dim was pleased.
	The van was nice; it was a “company van” without being a “company van.”  It was registered in the Boss’ name, insured that way, too.  But Dim was the driver, the van was to be returned/parked at the warehouse.  Sailing down the highway it was a regular citizen van (for all intensive purposes.)  It would do and Dim was pleased.
	Breaking it in consisted of firstly farting in it and then…

*

	At the top of Hell’s Pass there was a large pullout are on both sides of the 4-lane road.  To one side there was a wondrous viewing of the desert stretching out as far as the eye could see.  With the Pass being right at 3,500 feet, it was a haven for thrill seekers seeking thrills—namely those who enjoyed hang-gliding.
	At the time of Dim’s visit the air was unseasonably cool; in fact, there was even a light misting of rain!  Which was very unusual for the time of the year.  It wouldn’t be long, though, before the cooled air would become muggy and sultry.  Two hours and miles and miles on the road and Dim was tired requiring a break.  He watched the hang gliders glide on the updrafts, tuned in a baseball game, and was distracted by some children at play across the road.
	Across the road and there was a rugged hill the road had been carved thru.
	Several vehicles were there; some belonged to the hang gliders while others were tourists, including a huge touristy van and charter bus.  Most gliders of the air were on the cliff side but some dared traffic crossing the 2-lane each direction roadway.  Campers, half campers/shells, custom vans (like Dim’s), station wagons, small and large pickups, travel camping vans, assorted cars, and some motorcycles all occupied space on the large cut out.  Kids of all ages climbed all over the rugged hill—Dim eyed each one.
	Six of them specifically.

	Have EMAD—have immorality.  Electronic Mind Altering Devices and illicit sexual activity just went hand in hand.  It was a given.  The possession of an EMAD was tantamount to saying a little evil is good.  Unrepentant evil is tantamount to doing evil yourself!  There are a lot of Life Choices a person has to make; but very few where taking an evil route is actually a viable option.  

 	Most of the time in life taking the evil route is tantamount to ruining the entire rest of a person’s life.  At best, some choices in life allow you to make supposed evil decisions that make no difference at all!  The EMAD had made life changes in Dmitri; he knew that inherently he was “evil” but not to excess.  There were evil tendencies but not to the level he had attained with the minding device.
	With that said—
	‘take your pants down.’
	The cocked her head and had a most curious look upon her sweet face.
	Dim checked the readouts on the EMAD—there was strong connectivity but one green light flickered between yellow-caution, connectivity iffy and green, connectivity ok.  Behind the girl, three other girls and two boys sat; one boy was totally mindless and would need “adjusting” to bring him a little closer to awareness.  Angela, Julie, and Kim, sat bewildered at their situation, stunned at what was transpiring before them.
	And after a second resend of ‘take your pants down’, twelve year old Hanna Easilay unfastened her turquoise colored jeans and push them down.  Standing up she was the typical twelve year old in size; long brown hair that was slightly curled with a single braid going across the top of her head to dangle along the left side of her sweet angelic face.
	The girl had a wondrous smile, enchanting eyes, a whimsical face.
	Green earrings; a light lip gloss to her lips; a multicolored watch; a religious necklace; a light scent of perfume adorned the girl as she stood in lime green full brief type panties.  Licking his lips, Dim smiled, nodded, then had the girl remove her western southwestern style shirt.  A dainty simple white bra she wore concealing very small AA titties.
	Twelve year old Mike Mixbagg and eleven year old Carlos gawked at the backside of Hanna.  Carlos had been “mindless” and staring blankly until Hanna’s pants came down and her shirt off.
	‘ever see a girl—naked?’ Dim minded-asked of Mike and then Carlos.
	Little girls for the both of them, no girls their ages or older.
	Both boys had strong desires, though, to SEE girls their age naked.  Seeing girls in their swimsuits and panties was one thing—but total nudity was the in thing and the most desired fantasy.  Both boys were virgins.  Both boys were avid masturbators.  Neither boy had homosexual tendencies or desires or even fantasies.
	Dim would change that.
	‘lose the bra,’ Dim continued with Hanna, ‘push panties down.’
	Pushing the panties down caused immediate reactions in Mike and Carlos; their eyes bulged and they struggled to breathe.  Thinking was out of the question and they both began gouging the heel of their hands to heir pronounced boners.
	Dim was pleased.
	‘on your knees.’ Dim contined.
	Hanna eased down to her knees—her young impressionable young mind totally at the mercy of the EMAD and the whim of the User.  Further instruction put the pre-teen forward, leaning forward on her elbow pooching her ass outward causing the boys behind her to literally explode.
	It was quite a view—naked Hanna Easilay leaning forward as she was, legs outward somewhat thusly spreading her cheeks and so thusly exposing her asshole and barely hairy cunt.  Mike and Carlos had seen young girls; wee ones, girls no more than seven years young naked but Hanna wasn’t seven…
	Boners abound!  Dim stripped off his clothes then “encouraged” Mike and Carlos to do likewise.  The girls watched in some awe and stunned bewilderment as the boys undressed to their skin—mouths agape, opened wide, etc. with eyes accompanying.  Dim got up beside the naked Hanna, caressing her sides, ass, and small breasts.  Then he got her to twitch suddenly as he fingered her asshole then drew a finger against her vagina.  The EMAD was working wondrously keeping the girls (and boys) at bay; they were aware of their situation but the minding device kept them civil.
	Dim thought the onlookers’ eyes were going to pop!
	Hanna remained somewhat calm as she was fingered.  Dim’s dick hardened all the more and even then some as he moved to the front of the girl directing her to “go down” on him and suck.  Mike couldn’t breathe and Carlos nearly passed out.  Both boys and girls leaned to one side so as they could see the “sucking” action taking place.
	Dim directed them to come down alongside so as they could see “up close and personal.”  Sperm soiled the piss slit of both boys; they were agony and as Hanna sucked and sucked and sucked—Angela, Julie, and Kim stripped off their clothes as well.  The girls weren’t happy about it and cried a little, too.  Squirts of cum bursted from Carlos as he watched the girls undress; Mike’s neck muscles tightened and cum also began to jet from his prick—it was the most fantastic thing ever (to see a girl strip off her clothes.)
	Then, to further enhance the boys’ stimulation, like Hanna, Angela Goosebserk and Julie Cumsum got on their knees, elbows down—ass up.  Angela was eleven and looked ten; Julie was ten and looked twelve.  Angela had light brown hair, very small titties, hairless poon, lily white skin, glasses, and a “demure” personality.
	Julie, also on her knees, ass up, elbows down, was a true delight to admire.  She was short in height but had a little bit more in the titty department.  And that smile!  She was missing both incisors but had incredibly nice white straight perfect teeth.  Blue was her color; earrings, hair braid, finger ring; ankle socks, pants, and panties.
	Kim was an African-American girl of twelve; a reserved girl who had captured Dim’s attention by her playing with the boys of the large group assembled at the vista turn-out; her running and playing (with the boys) and climbing the rustic rugged hillside (with the boys.)  It was so noted that when she disappeared once at the top Dim casually went searching—and promptly found her not at the top but way down on the other side mostly hidden by an overhang squatting for a pee.
	Kim Keyshank became his First.
	Once out of her clothes she was prompted to lay down with legs open, knees up.  Mike’s cum soiled his cock and hand; his mouth hung open and more than anything—anything, he wanted to fuck Kim.  Inasmuch, he wanted to sink his pud into Hanna, Angela, and Julie, too.
	No inclination, though, did Mike have for plugging Carlos.
	None of the children present knew one another—they were all strangers.
	At the point whereas Dim thought he would surely blast spunk so much into Hanna’s mouth that it would squirt out her ears he pulled out and positioned the girl on her back—legs open.  There hardly was time enough for foreplay but Dim applied his tongue to the girl’s furry snatch and helped himself.  
	There wasn’t a lot of fur to the twelve year old’s cunt but there was enough to floss.  A slight hint of pee, a little mustiness, a lot of slick smooth skin.  Dim nipped, licked, sucked the whole of the hole then drove his tongue into the girl’s cunt before unable to hold back any longer and drove his cock into her pussy cumming off as soon as he was all the way in.
	She was a virgin.
	Optimum word there—was.
	She squirmed, arched her back, twisted, batted her pretty blue eyes, and was in total wonderment as her sex was violated.  The girl’s “awareness” level had increased but she was still controllable.  Dim tried not to “hurt” the girl; he had broken her flower and there was no stopping—it was a straight forward fuck whereas his cock was in total control.
	Angela engulfed Mike’s cock while Julie devoured Carlos’.  Kim lay as she was fingering herself continuing to egg the boys on into sexual oblivion.  Neither cocksucking girl was into the deed they were doing—cocksucking.  They made faces, retched, gagged, and choked.
	Then they sputtered as the boys finally blew off a mighty blast of spunk.
	The event of orgasm was an exhausting one—Dim and the cum shooters were awash in sex sweat.  The windows of the van were steamed up and there was a “funk” hanging lifeless in the air.  Dim gave his all to young Hanna; cupped her butt and drove his prick further into the abyss of orgasmic stupor.

	A nice shower would be nice, a soak in a tub would be better.  Neither of those were at hand so he stepped outside with Kim who had announced she had to pee.  Dim had her stand—stand with legs open and PEE standing up.  The girl had never done so and although it was one thing to be naked and fingering herself in the company of boys, a stranger, and other girls, it was one more thing to stand naked outside and pee boldly.
	Dim’s cock ached, smoldering, and got enthused as the black girl with nice-nice supple ski-slope titties stood clenching herself but finally releasing a torrent of pent up urine.  It was an eye opener for the gang inside the van, too.  And after the pee—
	Kim placed her hands on the carpeting just inside the van’s open side door staring with shock and awe as the naked stranger laid into her with his bare hand to her bare ass.  Her mouth was full of boy cock, Mike Mixbagg’s cock to be exact.  Mexican youth, Carlos, came out to stand and take his turn (at spanking) and then at backdoor banditry.
	Penetrating a girl’s asshole blew the boy’s mind.  At the beginning, when the tip of his dick began prodding Kim’s dirt chute—young Carlos really didn’t know what was what.  After the head of his dick was in Kin’s dirt chute—he figured it out and knew that the “dirt chute” was an asshole and he had one, too.
	But by then—the pleasure of penetrating overwhelmed him and there was no pulling out.  His cock was hard-hard-hard and despite Kim’s hole being virginal the dire determination of Carlos’ pleasure was sufficient and once most the way the pumping began.  Soon and the girl’s anal muscles gave way and Carlos Rimrott was engaging in good old fashioned sodomy.

*

	The call of a coyote got Dim’s attention; naked Kim who had been standing for another pee was also slight alarmed.
	“He’s far away.” Dim told the nude-peeing girl.
	“Hope so.” Kim replied.
	“I’ve never seen a coyote.” Mike said standing beside Dim.
	“They’re better far off.”
	The night air was cool, unseasonable cool; morning was a couple hours away.  After her pee, Kim was directed verbally to go to her knees (in front of the nude handsome boy, Mike.)  She took Mike’s typical sized cock, worked it, fondled his balls, eyed the one-eye-monster, then proceeded to suck it.
	Dim smiled—his earlier “instruction” was working.  A new way of life for Kim (and Mike.)  Dim caressed Mike’s ass then positioned himself behind the boy rubbing his cock all over the boy’s butt and then crack.
	Soon and Kim had TWO cocks to suck; Dim’s dong suddenly made an appearance between Mike’s legs and she willing took it and slurped it nicely.  Dim was more than pleased.  Mike giggled and blasted a hot load of fresh spunk onto Kim’s face and as he came the girl switched back to sucking him to get all the delicious spew possible.
	Hanna, Angela, and Julie had been “instructed”, too, on their “new way of life” but that instruction wavered.  Kim also had wavering in her instruction as did Mike and Carlos—the instruction to be naughty and very-very nasty was not concrete.  It came down to the fact that the kids were just following thru so to speak.  The “instruction” was there—implanted into their minds, their psyche; to willing perform sex and sex acts with themselves and each other.  But, they were themselves, also.  The EMAD was quirky and Dim had reservations to serious doubts about its abilities.
	He found that when giving a command to perform some sex act or other and there was hesitation on the part of who was given the command—a sterner verbal command from Dim and that person would go ahead and complete the instruction.  Kim seemed to be the one who most obeyed without hesitation—as did Mike followed by Carlos.  But of course—Mike and Carlos were willing to very willing to participate in sexual misconduct.  Carlos, however, seemed more of himself and not all that willing to participate in the EMAD/Dim commands.  He required more stern verbal commands and took part in the unusual deeds with a shrug.
	The fear of discipline also played a part in participation.
	All four girls were captivating; each had their own personality, appearance, persona.  Hair style, facial expression, mannerisms all were unique to each girl.  Trying to decide which girl was moreso enjoyable was a difficult one; Dim liked them all!  The naked boys were also a part of Dim’s bizarre desire—but he had to say that Hanna took his heart (and cock!)
	Julie came nextly to warm the cockles of his soul.  Then Kim and Angela tied for last place.  He liked the boys equally.  And speaking of the boys, Carlos specifically, after Mike had cum on and in Kim’s mouth he moved into the van taking his attention to Carlos who had just had sex with Julie—and Julie had been on top!  
	Julie was sobbing and her awareness level was at eighty percent!  Fear mostly kept the kids in line after the EMAD was not so much doing the job.  Dim caressed Julie’s ass, smack it, then fingered her hole that he had yet to fuck himself but Mike had.  Dim didn’t like it when a Subject was emotionally upset—he preferred the Subject’s emotions to be curtailed by the EMAD.  He wanted the young person to be able to be themselves and not so much “zombie-like” but as always—“you cant have everything.”

	Gently and Julie was moved off of Carlos.  Angela lay off to one side, her back to them; Hanna was sitting up, legs folded, hands down between her legs, watching with a quiet stone face.  There wasn’t a lot of light—hardly any, but Dim could see the girl’s stoic stare as the naked stranger spread Carlos’ legs and began prodding him—his nut sac first.  Then, the boy’s legs went up along the naked stranger’s chest and—
	Carlos gripped the carpeting as his virgin pooper was violated.  His awareness level was also more than Dim wanted.  He had found that an Awareness Level of sixty percent was good—the Subject was controllable but able to be themselves, too—somewhat.  More than that and the minding device’s ability to “control” the Subject was not so much.
	With a head nod, Julie Cumsum, ten years young, came and plopped herself onto Carlos’ face.  “Wiggle.” Dmitri told her aloud.  Julie gulped and “wiggled” herself—her sex, her sex that had just been fucked by Carlos’ cock!  And to continue stimulating Dim’s debauchery, 
	Tapping Angela’s ass the girl rolled and opened her legs as indicated by Dim.  Enthused by that action, Dim shoved his meat stick fully into Carlos’ tortured hole—his cries of distress muffled by Julie’s quenched cunt.  Julie helped ease some of Carlos’ torment by handling his cock.
	It was time to bring in the others.
	Mike was moaning, groaning, going thru the motions of getting a tremendous orgasmic orgasm—thing was, though, he was moaning, groaning, and going thru the emotions of getting a tremendous orgasmic orgasm alone!  No Kim!
	Dim flew out of the van grabbing the naked Mike,
	“Where is she?” he demanded.
	Sperm dripped from Mike’s hard bone—he was genuinely frightened and ratted out the black girl.
	“S-she took off.”
	“WHERE?”
	Mike didn’t know that.
	Dim flared his nostrils and threw the naked youth into the van; then turned to face the landscape of small rugged hills, craggy hill drop offs, depressions seen and unseen, flat landscape stretching out to the far mountains, and the desert highway dissecting thru the middle.
	“Wherever you are,” he called out, “you’d better come out.”
	Nothing moved.  The bay of a coyote that had been heard earlier was closer, though.
	“It’ll be easier on you—and the others, if you come out—now!”
	Still nothing.

	Dim stepped away from the van towards the small ridge.  On the other side was a two hundred foot drop off—and not a pleasant one, either.  Daylight was just on the verge of encroaching; the temperature was moderate for the moment but that wouldn’t last long.  She was naked, no food or water, no protection, naked. 
	Dim sighed—not good; no, not good at all.
	Stepping up to the ridge peering over the unfriendly edge to the rocky drop off—and heard the van behind him trying to start!  In fact, it had started!  The side door that had been opened suddenly slammed and the kids within screaming “GO! GO! GO!” and “He’s coming!  He’s coming!”
	Kim was in the driver’s seat trying to get the van moving—but there was a trick to engage the gear selector she wasn’t aware of.  Mike came into the passenger seat yelling at the haphazard girl, turning to see the approaching pissed off Dmitri.
	“Lock the doors!” screamed Mike.
	And although he himself could lock the doors from his side, Mike didn’t know that, either.  And his screams and the screams of the others didn’t help Kim concentrate on how to operate the van.
	Then, just as Dim reached the passenger side door the van took off leaving Dmitri Tsugua standing naked in the dust.
	“Sonofabitch!”

*

	To be disheartened would be an understatement.  Watching the van—company van at that, haul ass down the desert highway wasn’t a good thing.  And left standing butt bare ass naked at the crack of dawn—also not good.  Then, there was the little matter of a mind altering device left inside the van.
	It was going to be something else to explain—the van, the naked kids, the EMAD.  He sighed and after checking the highway for traffic began hoofing it alongside the road the direction the van had gone.  There was no back-up plan, no explanation.  Nothing.  
	“Shit, piss, fuck, motherfucker!” Dim bitched to himself.
	Then, a mile later he saw the van off side the road in a small ditch.
	Not a lot of cover there was; a few rocks, some boulders, sparse vegetation.
	To the one side where the van was a bit of landscape and then a drop off some five hundred feet.  Dim saw no signs of life but noted the doors where open along with the right side sliding door.  Ducking behind one of the rocks—a small boulder just big enough to conceal his presence, Dim scanned the area and braced as a big rig came barreling down the highway.
	The sun wasn’t too hot but as the day progressed his bare skin began to burn.  The sharp rocks and burning sand wasn’t too pleasant on his bare feet, either.  He had no idea how this little episode was going to turn out.  From the rock he hid behind and the van there was a goodly little distance open and bare to cover.  Dim waited until a passenger car roared by then made the quick leap to the van before the next car came along.
	No one was inside.
	Dim grabbed his clothes, including shoes, then took a breath before once more scanning the area and thought-thought he saw movement in the rocks by the ledge.  His skin hurt, his feet seriously hurt; casually he checked the condition of the van—it was fucked.  The front fender, headlight, grill, front end a little more than bent.  Dim figured that Kim had lost control of the big heavy vehicle—being twelve—driving wasn’t a priority in life’s pursuits.
	Then he thought of the EMAD.
	Getting bawled out by the Bosses was one thing, getting chewed out for wrecking the van that would be one thing.  Losing the EMAD would be something else.  Or the nifty minding device coming into the hands of someone else—or it being possibly used against him!  That would suck!
	Movement again; and by the hair it was Julie.
	It didn’t mean the whole gang was in and about the rocks but it was something.  Dim searched the van—once, twice, three times seeking his mind altering device to no avail.  That sucked, too.  It bothered him and frightened him.  He also blamed himself for the lack of security.  He hadn’t been aware that Kim’s awareness had been so high.  It was unfortunate circumstance.
	More unfortunate circumstances was to come.

	After slamming a cold drink from the ice chest, Dim grabbed another and stood outside of the van’s sliding door wavering the soda.
	“Hot out here, aint it?”
	It really wasn’t too hot—just barely tolerable, though.  He could just see the top of Julie’s head tucked in among the mound of rocks butting up against the ridge just before the drop off on the other side.
	A motorcycle came along followed by a small car of which stopped just beyond the akiltered van.  The driver got out and stood on the passenger side of the small foreign car—peeing.  Dim popped the top of the soda he had and slammed it, too—waiting.

	As the pissing driver got back into his yellow car that reminded Dim of a fat bumble bee his eyes fell upon something under his seat.  His knee connected with the step cut out of the van at the sliding door; he slipped as he madly scrambled to the seat; slipped hitting his elbow on a the counter separating the cab from the cargo; then scrapped his fingers and back of hand against the seat’s undercarriage making a desperate grab for the lost EMAD.
	That was a big relief.
	When he came back to a sitting position at the open door, Mike Mixbagg was standing close by with Julie, Angela, Hanna, and Carlos.
	Dim sighed, “Where’s Kim?”
	Mike stared at Dim with an expressionless face; his eyes fell to the ground and he seemed apprehensive.  Angela looked upset.  Julie looked to Hanna who looked to Carlos.
	“She fell.” Carlos said.
	“Fell?  Fell where?”
	Carlos indicated with his head “over there.”  Over there—the other side of the ridge.  
	“Shit.” Dim bitched.  “Shit, piss, fuck, goddamn motherfucker!”
	Moving past the kids, “Get in the van,” then, “and take those fucking clothes off!”
	It was a little after 9AM and already the rocks and boulders, sand, and air was uncomfortable.  Dim climbed up over the jutting ridge, slipped a couple of times and found himself in more than a precarious position.
	Then he saw her.
	Kim Keyshank some twenty feet down in a precipitous position trapped between some rocks; broken arm, legs, and wrist.
	“Shit.”
	Well that just sucked rocks.
	She looked dead but wasn’t.  Mike thought she was as did Carlos.  When Dim returned to the van, and the kids had stripped their clothes off,
	“Uh, sorry, you and you put your clothes back on.”
	“Why?” asked a nervous Mike.
	“We gotta bring her up and out of where she is.”
	Carlos reared back, he couldn’t bring himself to speak but was obviously disgusted about handling a “dead body.”
	Dim leaned in, “She aint dead!”
	That was a relief, but still…
	The trek down to where the girl was trapped wasn’t easy.  Getting her out was going to be even less easy.

	She looked broken—and was.  Dim worried about internal injuries and didn’t know how to detect for them.  The obvious signs of injury were easy; the arm, leg, and wrist.  There were numerous scratches, abrasions, and cuts—those could be mended fairly easily but internal damage was another matter.
	Stooping down over the girl trying to assess the best way to move her,
	“Was it worth it?” he asked almost sarcastically.
	Kim didn’t answer but cried her response.
	As figured, it wasn’t an easy task moving the girl up the rocks to the top and then to the van.  Every movement caused even more pain and discomfort.  Dim and the boys also found themselves in precarious positions as the rocks they climbed on not only were hot to the skin but gave way, too.
	An hour and half after finding her, Kim K was back inside the van much to the awe of the girls who thought for sure she was dead-dead-dead.  Thankfully, she was not—just badly injured and in need of medical care.
	But first!
	While the broken Kim K watched—the naked Julie spread her legs and the naked sonofabitchin’ child molesting kidnapper raped her.  Again.  Kim lay in agony—doubly—triply so watching as the young girl she had only met recently at the vista pull-out was once more ravaged.  The others had undressed themselves and waited their turn.
	While Dim, the naked sonofabitchin’ child molesting kidnapper raped ten year old Julie (again) he had Angela get on her hands and knees—head/elbows down and ass up.  Then he caressed and spanked the girl’s ass, squeezed the cheeks and fingered the pooter.
	“Lick her hole.” Dim told Mike.
	The twelve year old nodded, licked his lips, sighed, farted, then applied his tongue to Angela’s hole.  None of the kids had known one another prior to their families coming to the desert vista but they sure were getting to know one another now!
	Mike got wood.  He was a nice looking boy—nude or otherwise.  Lots of blond hair, very blue-blue eyes, a nice smile, a generally happy-go-lucky kid.  Kind of skinnier than most boys his age but he was taller than most boys his age.  And after a minute or so of tonguing eleven year old Angela’s shit hole his more than average hardened cock went sailing up into the fresh licked hole.
	Angela grabbed up handfuls of carpeting as the “more than average” hardened cock went sailing into her ass.  Mike gripped the girl’s hips and pumped-pumped-pumped.  He only sounds were the boy’s balls slapping and someone quietly crying (Julie).

	After Dim got his nut—Mike got his.  Mike made more noise about it, though; he had already cum Julie, Hanna, and Kim earlier and was just about cummed out!  The sensation, though, of cumming off was one that was incredibly joyous.  Visibly it could be seen the boy’s lithe body shuddering as waves of orgasm swept thru him.
	“Wow.” he said.  Sure, sodomizing Angela wasn’t in his plans or desires, but there simply was no denying the “good feelings” of cumming.  The boy breathed hard and was worthless.  He sat back holding his smoldering schlong while Angela wept and fingered her gooied cum soaked asshole.
	Kim’s face was one of disdain for her kidnapper.  She was shocked and deeply dismayed.  Dim finished with Julie giving her a wee bit o’ cum as he himself was also running on empty.

Mystery Smell at Fart Island
	Just out of sight of the security cameras and Kim Keyshank was deposited on the sidewalk—naked.  After Angela, Julie, and Hanna had once more had their young bodies violated, spanked, violated again and again—it was time to move on.  Dim had “work” to do and a van to fix before returning home.  He rather enjoyed Julie and had some feelings for Kim.  Mostly, those feelings were founded not so much in the desire to fuck her but to discipline her for her recent actions.
	Despite having a broken leg, broken arm, broken wrist on opposite arm; numerous scrapes, scratches, cuts; a tremendous fall onto her tailbone, the girl had to submit once more to the despicable whim of her kidnapper.  It was Mike and Carlos who had to undress the girl.  And while Dim put his cock into Hanna Easilay not more than twenty minutes after fucking Julie, Mike put his into Kim’s mouth while Carlos put his cock into Kim’s cunt.
	Julie wept.
	Angela was aghast and Hanna too horrified to submit to a visible emotion.
	Neither boy was able to produce cum—nor was Dim!  But it was fun trying!
	Mike and Carlos double penetrated Kim—Mike in her pussy while Carlos hammered her asshole.  Then, some minutes later and Carlos tried fucking Kim’s cunt (while Mike’s cock was still there, too!)
	No more could be done thereafter—and time was getting way-way away from Dim.  He had deliveries to make as well as repairs.  So, after fucking with her already fucked and frapped mind, Kim was first to be dropped off.  Angela was let out behind a taxi service company; Mike and Carlos were let out behind a downtown police station; Julie was put out at another hospital (this after Dim feeling revitalized took the girl up the ass!)
	That left Hanna.

	A little EMADing to Hanna and Dim took the damaged van to a non-name brand repair shop frequented mostly by non-English speaking citizens.
	Rush job; fender, wheel well, alignment, headlight, headlight assembly, paint, turn signal assembly—a couple of grand easy.  And despite the “rush job” request it would still take a “few hours.”  Dim got a room in a so-so seedy nearby motel; ordered pizza, a porn channel on the TV, and got freaky with Hanna.

*

And then this happened…
	And then—
	“Does this story have an ending?” Helga asked exasperatedly.
	Daddy Big Bob glared at her for interrupting for the umpteenth time.
	“Yes, Helga, it does—after a couple more interjections; Kissin’ Cousins, Sibling Panky, Family Ties of Bondage, I Luv a Martian, A Fucked Up Way to Die, and Jason Bang’s ‘Em All!
	“That should be about it.”
	Helga rolled her eyes, sighed, farted, and listened patiently her Dad tell about Dmitri Tsugua’s story.

Kissin’ Cousins
	Cousin Sasha
	And then there came Cousin Sasha Karamotsov.  He was in his last year of high school and there were family problems putting him in the Tsugua home rooming in fact with Dmitri.  The boys knew one another but hadn’t spent a lot of time together.
	Sasha wasn’t from the area so Dim showed him around; out to the warehouse where he worked; high school where Sasha would be finishing up his last year, and some popular teen hangouts.  Nothing much, nothing special—it was a time spent “feeling out” Cousin Sasha—not physically speaking but figuratively.
	After a couple of weeks—
	A moonshine run was requested of Dmitri and he took Sasha with him.  Thereafter, on their way back they stopped for a break and refreshments.  Sasha had taken a snort or two of the illegal transport and was still reeling from that snort two hours later!
	Hard tangy soda and snack chips was just the thing; along with a burger and chili fries.  Sitting on a rugged picnic bench at an equally rugged picnic table the two teens noshed their fare and eyed some noteworthy Subjects.
	Subject One was a lone young teenager, private school attire, supple lovely breasts, nervous, long brown hair, and as lovely as could be.
	During the time spent with Sasha, Dim had so-so felt the boy out; how did he feel about EMADs and the people who use them.  Kidnappings?  Molestations?  Rape?  Acquisitions of peoples for the sole purposes of sexual gratification?  The recent news stories of the recent activities of a one Dmitri Tsugua?
	Sasha’s response?
	“Kewl beans, Comrade!” imitating his Russian heritage.
	Dim smiled.
	Focus became astute when the young teen, about thirteen, wandered over to the covered picnic area beside the drive-in.  During the moonshine run Sasha confessed to desiring a mind controlling device and even mused that he thought but wasn’t sure that at one time he might have been seduced by someone operating such a device.
	“Yeah?”
	“Oh, yes.” And here’s the story:

*

Kissin’ Cousins
	One fine day while minding his own business when Cousin Marina came over.  It wasn’t unusual for Marina to come over but it WAS unusual for Sasha to be invited to her house.  Sasha’s parents and Marina’s parents didn’t get along so well—a family rife for some generations between the families and the root cause unknown to Sasha.  But as for the cousins, Marina, Klara, and Dina, their relationship to Sasha was ok—and Sasha was ok with them.  He even liked his Aunt and Uncle, the Uncle being the brother on his Mother’s side.
	And as it happened the two families lived in the same neighborhood even on the same block!  A few houses separated their homes.  So Sasha went to his cousin’s house; both Aunt & Uncle were at work and would be for some time.  There was a visitor at the house, young Sophia Notsori who was a little eight year old mixed Asian but mostly Japanese and a family friend of the cousins but not so much to Sasha.
	Something was up; Sasha had a feeling but didn’t know what.  He knew his three cousins were mischievous and often got into trouble for their shenanigans.  Marina was the youngest at “just turned” fourteen; Klara was ripe at sixteen; Dina was the oldest at eighteen.  Even at Sasha’s tender young age he always thought something “odd” about his three cousins—none of them resembled the other.  There was probably a reason for that.
	Anyways, into the girls’ bedroom he went where eight year old Sophia sat—waiting.  She was an ok girl; long silky dark hair clear to her butt, heavy bangs, and not much else in features—she was eight!
	Sophia had on a pair of short red shorts and an off-pink string top.  She seemed embarrassed and Sasha suspicious.
	“What’s up?” he asked almost feeling that he was in trouble.
	But that was not the case.
	His cousins were all blushing and giggling suggesting something other than trouble.  Klara was the only one who had blond hair, the dirty blond sort.  Marina was a strawberry blond while Dina had jet black hair.  Dina was also the most serious of the three—more logical and tried to think things thru and have a back-up plan.  She was the better liar of the three, too.
	Marina went to Sophia and whispered something to her.  The three cousins shared a room, Dina had the only true bed while Klara and Marina had a bunk bed with Marina having the bottom bunk.  The bottom bunk was where little Sophia sat—waiting.
	She nodded and said, “Ok.” then scooted back laying down and shucking her short red shorts!
	Now, as for young Sasha he had seen wee little girls naked and in their undies.  He had also seen his three cousins in their underwear but nothing less.  Girls of all ages he had seen in their bathing suits of different styles; but at the impressionable age of ten—eight months from being eleven, Sasha had no experience with girls of any age.
	There was just the beginning stages of manhandling himself, humping his bed, and having stirring thoughts girls (of all ages).  It had been just days earlier and young Sasha had been in the backyard pool of his cousins—and promptly found himself with an embarrassing boner.
	That somehow segued to the present day in the girls’ room with Sophia.
	The cousins had a sort of messy room—clothes here and there, books all over, game boards, dart board and darts, rock star posters, and so on.  Not overly typical of a teenagers’ room but then again it was.  The cousins’ parents were not well off but not redneck.  Their great grandparents hailed from the Motherland, Russia; Kiev, specifically.  Uncle Vlad was a diesel mechanic; the Aunt worked for the post office.  The house of the cousins was nice; a little TLC was called for but not required.
	Sasha stared at Sophia as she lay with her knees up tossing her legs back and forth clad in basic white kiddie panties.  Sprong!  Sasha had wood.  Big time.  His eyes were locked on the girl’s panty area and then—then—THEN they were shucked to her ankles, too!
	It was a mindblower for to be sure.
	“She wants you,” Marina said into Sasha’s ear, “she wants you to do her!”
	More mind blowing—and more was to follow.

	Inexperience reigned supreme; Sasha crawled onto Sophia with his pants and underwear at his ankles and not off.  It was a little clumsy and a lot awkward.  Furthermore, to add insult,
	“It’s not in.” Sophia called out.
	Sasha was disinherited to disenchanted—he grinded mostly on Sophia with little idea as to what he was actually supposed to do.  Meanwhile, Dina, Klara, and Marina had left the room to give the two privacy—however; both Marina and Klara sneaked looks thru the bedroom window while Dina sneaked looks thru the not-so-closed bedroom door.
	Sasha humped a good hump—just not in!
	Rub-rub-rub!  Humo-grind-rub; hump-grind-rub.
	Whether or not little Sophia was a virgin or not wasn’t clear or known to Sasha; he did get some jollies out of the deed—it DID feel better than screwing his bed and hand.  A lot better!
	After a time, though, the rubbing and humping got annoying for Sophia and she squirmed wiggling out from underneath her errant lover.  Sasha sat up awkwardly on the side of the bed watching as Sophia pulled up her panties and shorts.  The cousins filtered in with Klara squatting down to talk to Sophia.  About what wasn’t known.
	Marina sat beside Sasha on the bed casually trying not to stare as Sasha sat with his pants and underwear at his ankles.  Dina sat on the side of her bed “glancing” while Klara made no bones about it and DID stare at her young cousin’s naked exposure.
	Sophia did, too.
	Sasha wasn’t sure but he thought Marina said, ‘go ahead, stand up.’
	So he did.
	Then, he thought but wasn’t sure he heard Klara say, ‘go ahead, touch it.’
	So she did.
	Sophia reached out and not only “touched” Sasha’s erect cock but tugged on it, too!  then,
	‘Go ahead, take them down.’ Sasha heard from Dina as she leaned forward from her position whispering to Sophia.
	Sophia pushed her red shorts and panties down to her ankles.
	Sasha could hardly breathe.
	‘Turn around,’ whispered Klara, ‘let him rub up against you.’
	Sophia “turned around” presenting her bare ass and Sasha scooted forward rubbing his dick against her.
	Rub-rub-rub
	Then, with Klara holding his dick—gouge-gouge-gouge up and down Sophia’s ass crack.  Poking and prodding followed.  No penetration but not from the lack of trying!
	Then,
	‘Go ahead—suck it.’
	Sasha stood in utter awe watching as the eight year old he hardly knew dropped to her knees before him and put her lips to his schlong!  She made a face but sucked in the ten year old cock almost going at it like a pro!  She fondled his balls, too!  Marina caressed his ass and then,
	‘Take off your shirt.’
	And Klara pulled off her shirt—followed by her bra.
	Dina stood up and undone her pants and pushed them down along with her panties; her blue knit top remained on but she sat back down on her bed—legs open!  
	Marina stripped off her top, bra, then laid down on the cluttered floor pushing her jeans off of which ‘help her’ came to Sasha’s beleaguered mind and helped pull off his cousin’s pants.  Marina shucked her own panties and lay with her legs fully open, full naked, fully fuckable.
	Klara stripped off all of her clothes and stood fingering herself blushing and giggling all the while.  Meanwhile,
	Sasha stripped out of his clothes—but, who had told him to do so wasn’t clear; nor was who had told the cousins to undress.  Interesting.

I Fuck, You Fuck, We Fuck!  Can You say Orgy!?
	Although he hadn’t been able to get “in” Sophia’s pussy, he did get into Cousin Marina’s pussy—with her guidance.  Whether or not the fourteen year old was a virgin or not wasn’t known to Sasha (but it was a safe bet that she wasn’t.)  Laying out on the floor the girl expertly so guided Sasha’s young schlong into her crevice and natural instinct took over.
	Meanwhile, Cousins Dina and Klara watched while little Sophia sat up against Dina’s bed and fingered herself.  Sasha looked back to her as he put it to Marina and noted that she seemed different.
	“Different?”  How so?
	Before; earlier, when he had been on top of her she had been more lively.  When she had stripped off her clothes she had even seemed more of herself (including when she had reached out her hand and took holt of his cock!)  But then thereafter she seemed—zombie-like?
	It was noticed, too, that the three cousins also acted like zombies—except they were not eating anyone’s brains.    What it meant was anyone’s guess (although we can obviously surmise)
	Sasha humped and pumped finding penetrating pussy was the bomb.
	Marina caressed his ass, squeezed the cheeks, and bump grinded against him experiencing an orgasm some minutes later as did her young cousin lover.  Sasha couldn’t contain himself and was giddy as could be about cumming off (in pussy)
	“WOW!” he exclaimed as his shudders waned; he was breathless thereafter but it was noticeable his pleasure.
	When Sasha finally managed to stand up (on wobbly legs no less) it was Klara’s turn.  She fondled her young cousin’s pud, his balls, and ass before “going down” on him.  Marina fingered her sopping wet pussy and moaned.
	After much sucking, Klara laid herself out on the strewn clothes on the floor and pulled Sasha to her.  Round Two! in cousin fucking.  Little Sophia was on Dina’s bed, laid out on her back, legs open, and Dina licking out the little girl’s pussy while Dina furiously fingered herself!
	It was quite an ordeal for young Sasha and he promptly fucked Cousin Klara into a delicious orgasmic oblivion.

Finale
	After fucking Dina it was time for a shower—and a shower with Sophia no less!  Dina came along while Klara and Marina engaged sexually with one another on the floor.  It was totally like a mind blowing experience beyond belief.  But more mind blowing experiences were to cum.
	Like after the shower (with Sophia) the gang reassembled (still naked) in the girls’ room whereupon Klara produced a “baggie.”  There’s only one thing that is in a clear plastic sandwich baggie—it’s not a sandwich, crackers, money, or stamps.
	“Home grown!” Klara had stated.  Not at her home, of course, but someone elses.  The girls seemed “expert” in rolling the dope.  They passed a lit joint around and soon everyone was getting slightly “high” on homegrown whacky-tabaccy.
	Then it was on to the next round.
	Pretty much the same as the previous but this go round saw Sasha finally penetrating Sophia.  On her back, on the floor with the cousin sisters flanking her, young blitzed Sasha penetrated (fucked) the eight year old family friend as Dina and Marina held the girls legs up and back providing a better angle for the “dangle.”
	Dina smacked her young cousin’s ass as he humped.
	Sasha fully penetrated Sophia’s cunt (and after some reflection years later determined that she had not been a virgin.)  ‘the only such thing as a virgin is an ugly second grader!’

	After Sasha got his nut he was immediately sucked on by Cousin Dina (after pulling out.)  Klara “went down” on Sophia while Marina fingered herself then squatted over Sophia’s face being licked out by the young girl.  The mind blowing experience just continued to roll and roll.
	There was some spanking, too; Sasha to Dina.  It was almost as good as sex!  There was some strange feelings erupting in the young boy as he landed his bare hands to his cousin’s bare ass.  Dina lay against her bed, legs open, bare.  Sasha smacked her ass cheeks several times until his hand stung; then, with a significant hard-on of which Sophia sucked on for a minute or so it was “up the ass” for several intense backdoor banditry.
	Klara and Marina got their turns, too; as did Sophia.  And it was while butt humping Sophia, Parental Unit Uncle came home an hour early.  The house stunk of sex and marijuana.  There was a mad scramble to “air clean” and hide naked Sasha and Sophia.  The Uncle was in his mechanic truck of which he backed into the long driveway alongside the house—taking his time in doing so; kicking a water hose out of the way, picking up a newspaper that hadn’t been brought in, and this and that and that and this giving the girls time enough to scent the air and usher Sasha and Sophia into hiding.
	When the Uncle took his shower then Sasha and Sophia made their escape.
	“Did you go back, more encounters?” Dmitri asked.
	Sasha grinned, “a few more times.”
	Dim smiled and continued showing his cousin the sights.

I’m a baaAAAaad boy!
	‘that’s it, suck it!’
	The use of a mind altering device was a mind blower and Sasha Karamotsov’s mind was “blown”—along with his cock!  Just acquiring the girl of whom was “sucking” Sasha’s dick was a mind blower.  The girl, Leeanne Bigginch, was twelve and had one older brother and two younger ones—seeing a “cock” was no big deal.  AND the girl HAD played with her older brother’s cock, a simple handjob and in turn he fingered her pussy.  No oral, no anal—just plain old fashioned “touchy-feely.”
	Along with Leeanne, there was Becky Dellbrook, Brenda Chutcum, and Lonnie Kummsum.  Brenda was eleven years young but only for four more months.  Lonnie was four months from being tweleve.  He was a handsome turd, dark hair, green eyes, nice fresh face, lots of hair covering his ears and one side of his face.  Leeanne had nice long straight auburn hair that gently coiffed her angelic face dropping down to her small-small AAA breasts.

	The group had been “acquired” from a bus stop in front of a valley mall shopping center.  The choices were many; some cheerleaders, some nice looking young adults, a young woman with her little boy, a couple of black teenage girls, and two girl scouts about twelve or so.
	Dmitri made his selection and Sasha approved.  There was amazement from Sasha as his cousin put the mind controlling device to work.  He didn’t understand the complexities of such a device but was well aware of them—and in awe of them, too.
	Once the selected group had been acquired and stowed safely in the non-company-company van they were whisked away to the other side of the town just on the other side of the river.  A large park was there; it was wide and ran for miles from one bridge crossing to the next.  A shallow river that was sometimes dry a few months of the year.  Not a well popular park, it had its moments and popularity a few times a year but for the most part one could find solace in a few select areas.
	Dmitri guided the van down a long dirt/sand road to where the birch trees were more than numerous.  Then, with some windows open for air circulation, sodas were passed around (an ulterior motive there) and an assessment of the new acquisition began.
	Leeanne had an older brother and two younger ones.
	Becky had two older sisters—no brothers.
	Brenda had two younger brothers—no sisters.
	Lonnie had an older sister, a younger sister, and a baby brother.
	The “awareness” level factored in factoringly pleasing both Dmitri and his cousin; bringing the acquired ones just to the level of awareness, knowing what was going on, happening to them, but—unable to really do shit about it.  Being young, too, also factored in the group’s inability to fight off the minding device.
	Sasha was just awed beyond belief.  He couldn’t believe it!
	“Take off your clothes.” Dim said to Leeanne.
	Leeanne’s eyes bulged, her angelic face displaying great shock.
	“No way!” she exclaimed batting her eyes and rearing back some.
	Dim smiled, “Yes, way!” and pressed the Enhance button giving a little boost to the magnificent malevolent machine.  Leeanne was well dressed; came from a moderate middle income family; church goers; did well in school, had no boyfriend but some friends who happened to be boys.
	First off was her short sleeved red shirt.
	A reddish undershirt was underneath serving as a tank top support along with her dainty girlie First Bra.  The other girls stared in dismay while the lone buy, Lonnie, stared in wonderment and fear.  A good combo if you can pull it off.
	And off came the tank top AND bra.
	The girl sobbed, screwed up her face and begged, “Please!  Don’t.”
	But Dim wanted her to continue and off came her shoes and short red ankle socks.  Red being the girl’s favorite color.  She even had pretty red earrings, a finger ring, a red band for her watch, and hair braids.  After the socks and shoes (red tennis shoes, too!) were shucked, she lay down undoing her britches that were non-jean type coming just to her knees.
	Lonnie’s mouth dropped; Becky began to cry and sob, Brenda just stared.
	No red panties but basic white ones with a floral print.  The pants came down to her ankles and Dim helped pull them off.  The girl pleaded with her eyes “I don’t want to” pull my panties off.
	But Dim wanted her to and with another “boost” of power from the Device Leeanne pushed her panties down her legs rendering herself naked for all to see.  Sasha was in a swath of perspiration exhibiting a strange quirky smile.  Lonnie’s gaze was a spectacular “holy shit!”; not his first true life naked girl but this was different.  Lonnie had an older sister, a younger sister, and a baby brother.  Naturally he had seen his sisters naked, in their undies, farting, peeing, bathing, and sister Kyleen laid out on her bed fingering herself!  Kyleen was fourteen and yeah—Lonnie wanted to fuck her.
	Naked, sobbing, vulnerable, unable to fend off the mind control, Leeanne Bigginch began fingering herself as instructed.  Lonnie looked like he was about to bust.  Sasha, too.  Dim definitely wanted to get into her.  Brenda farted.  She was greatly embarrassed; eyes wide, mouth wider, pure unadulterated fear consuming her—the fart was not a simple SBD but a LAN—Loud and Noisy.
	All eyes fell onto the girl—she breathed hard and couldn’t be more embarrassed if she had of pissed and/or shit her pants.  Dim smiled—more sodas were passed around and then,
	Laying down beside Leeanne, Dim fingered-fingered-fingered the girl’s young poon.  Leeanne twisted and didn’t want to be fingered-fingered-fingered.  She wept some but most of her emotions were checked.  She breathed hard and her little nipples on her little breasts had become “erect.”  Dim seriously enjoyed fingering the bald pussy getting more hornier as he went.
	Just a whimsical look from Dim to Sasha and Sasha was stripping out of his clothes.  Dmitri eased out of his fully shocking the gawking children.  Dim smacked his hardened cock against Leeanne’s leg before making her take it with her hand to please him.
	“Oh my God!” blurted Becky.  Leeanne was too shocked to blurt anything.
	Brenda peed.
	Positioning himself up behind Brenda, Sasha fingered her crotch finding her embarrassment and thrilling him.  The little girl gasped and tightened herself up as foreign fingers fingered her.  Then the little girl went totally tight as Sasha began undoing her pants.
	Dim smiled and fingered Leeanne all the more then eyed the lone boy.
	“Take off your clothes.” he told Lonnie.
	Lonnie gulped and bulged his eyes even more than they already were.
	Dim’s dick was beginning to spurt; Leeanne’s grasp of his schlong was pretty good—mostly out of fear.  Dim smiled again with his evil streak exploding.
	“Better yet, YOU take his clothes off!”
	Becky Dellbrook being the “YOU.”
	The girl’s mouth hung open in utter awe.
	“We’re all going to get fucked.” stated Leeanne.
	“Yeah, that’s true.” snickered Dim.  “But first you’re going to suck my dick!”
	That was disgusting, and she stated so,
	“That’s disgusting!”
	But of course, it was only the beginning—more disgusting things were to cum.  Much more.
	Becky nervously performed the task assigned to her—removing Lonnie’s shirt first.  The boy kicked off his shoes on his own—no socks, no undershirt.  He wore simple everyday jeans and Becky easily undone them—much to her chagrin.  She held her breath as she pulled the pants down; licked her lips almost thoughtfully as she tugged the boy’s basic tidy-whiteys down freeing his schlong.
	Lonnie sat up on his knees (with a half hard-on) staring Becky in the face.
	Brenda sat up against the bench seat looking into the cargo area sobbing and crying—behind her, Sasha had managed her pants and underwear down and was steadily fingering her as well as prodding her between her legs with his cock.  Dim made an adjustment to the EMAD to try and adjust the girl’s emotions.  By the time Sasha was penetrating her virgin asshole the girl had stopped crying and was down to sniveling.  She had accepted her fate but was still “aware” OF her fate. 
	“Take his cock,” Dim instructed Becky, “play with it.”
	Becky looked faint, flush, and about ready to throw up, but she took Lonnie’s dong and “worked” it like she knew how.  She didn’t, but it was “natural instinct.”
	For a minute or so Becky gave her friend a decent handjob.  She fondled his balls, smoothed her hands over his bare ass; then, THEN, with her lips she bent down and KISSED the top of his penis.
	A bit of precum was there and she made a face saying “Oooooh, yucky!”
	Sasha was fully “all the way” up Brenda’s shit hole.
	“Lay down.” Dim told Becky.
	Becky obeyed.
	“Take your pants on off, then,” Dim smiled mischievously to Lonnie, “take hers off!”
	Lonnie couldn’t close his mouth.
	Becky, either.
	Gulping for air the boy worked off his pants and underwear sitting up thereafter on his knees—his cock hung off to one side and was as hard as a rock.  For merely ten years young the boy had a nice wholesome body.  Nervously he tended to Becky.  The girl lay on her back clutching the carpeting Dim had installed himself.  Becky was a pretty girl with very curly light brown hair.  She wore a red top with frilly edges at the arm openings.  Lonnie apprehensively undone the jeans then held his breath as he pulled the garment down.
	Sasha blasted a hot load of spunk up Brenda’s cornhole.  The girl maintained a steady non-emotional face.  Her mouth hung open and she stared blankly into the cargo area at her friends and the naked man molesting her friends.  Sasha pulled the girl’s top off then laid her down in the seat…

	Seemingly, it took many minutes for Lonnie to tug down Becky’s panties.  Already he had gotten off her jeans revealing yellow panties with “duckies” all over.  Lonnie stared and stared and stared.  Although he had siblings who were sisters this was different.  Way different.
	Dmitri thought thoughtfully; then, in a low voice directed Lonnie to,
	“Get on her.”
	Lonnie looked to Dim conveying “What?” in a most startled “What the fuck did you say!?”
	“On her chest, straddle her chest!” Dim clarified.
	“Holy shit!” Lonnie blurted—which was out of character for the bright happy-go-lucky Christian honor student.  He gulped and reared back—but was unable to fend off the prowess of the minding device in play and came to straddle and rest himself on his naked friend, Becky.
	Becky’s eyes were glued tenaciously onto Lonnie’s very erect erection.
	“Holy shit!” she mouthed.  The girl breathed hard as Lonnie’s bare cock was her first Up Close & Personal.  The girl gulped and as long as she had her mouth open…
	“Suck it.”
	For a long minute the girl lay with her mouth open—totally awed, totally shocked.  She was young but not naïve.
	“Do you know what a blowjob is?”
	A few seconds there was before the girl responded with a slight head nod.
	She knew.
	She knew but didn’t want to do it.
	The EMAD controlling her mind and actions begged to differ.
	And so Lonnie Kummsum got his first blowjob.
	Meanwhile, in the bench seat—
	Brenda Chutcum got her first fuck.
	Up and down—up and down; back and forth, back and forth.  The girl sucked and sucked and sucked making gagging and choking sounds as she did so; along with screwing up her pretty face and retching.  Young Lonnie watched the girl totally blitzed by her actions.
	Dmitri rolled onto Leeanne.  The girl closed her legs—tried to, but Dim was determined and smacked the girl’s legs open.  She yelped then began sniveling as Dim glided his throbbing hard-on against her innocence.  In the bench seat, Sasha sat up; grinning, sweating, nodding his head with a big pussy fucked smile.  Dim’s cock surged and penetrated Leeanne’s cunt blasting past her hymen and plunging DEEPLY on the first thrust.
	More thrusts were to cum.

	The goo from Lonnie’s prong was—disgusting.  Becky retched and very nearly vomited.  She didn’t—but she very nearly did.  Lonnie was embarrassed and avoided looking at his friend in the eyes.  Amazingly, after cumming, his cock remained steadfastly hard.  Becky had spat out the goo that had filled her mouth.
	“First time?” Dmitri asked of Lonnie.
	Not really—he had given himself a handjob in the shower and came off there; then, humping his bed and he had squirted there soiling his bed.  The relief, though, of cumming off in a girl’s mouth was mind blowing.  
	Dim giggled, “It feels ten times better in her pussy!”
	Lonnie couldn’t conjure a thought about that.  Ten times better?  That was just unimaginable.  Dim directed the boy to move down—but not to apply his dick to the girl’s pussy.  Not yet.  First,
	“Eat her out.”
	Lonnie was a little “dim” on that concept.
	“Put your tongue to her cunt.” Dim explained.
	Lonnie looked intently upon Becky’s bare cunt.  He gulped for air and was in total disbelief.
	“Go down on her.” Dim instructed.
	Lonnie complied and it wasn’t so bad—not as bad as slurping schlong anyways.  The tongue went all over licking and licking, lapping here and there with final instructions from his demented teacher on the finer art of cunnilingus (driving tongue into the girl’s crevice) being the finale and driving the young girl the subject of cunnilingus into sexual orgasmic euphoria!
	“HOLY SHIT!” she blurted loudly as she bucked her pelvis and thoroughly face fucked Lonnie’s face.

	Rolling Leeanne over, Dim lay on her backside his cum squirter nestled neatly between her ass cheeks.  The girl sobbed turning her head away from Becky and Lonnie.  Dim manipulated Leeanne’s mind a little more calming her and beginning the stage whereupon she would not rightly remember what had happened to her.  Brenda got a measurement of “emotional adjustment”, too.  Lonnie and Becky would also—but later.  So far they were left to be themselves (sorta/kinda) as their emotions were curbed on their own.  Shock value contributing there along with the earlier mind controlling numbing attributes.
	After a couple of intense minutes of licking out Becky’s cunt it was time.
	“Get on her.”
	Lonnie batted his eyes and stared at Dmitri, Leeanne, then Becky.
	Becky lay clutching the thick carpet, sweating, gulping for air, and in totally wonderment.  Long had Lonnie wanted to “get on” a girl, his sister Kyleen specifically.  But that was immoral and he guessed illegal.  If caught, he was a dead man.  His family were Christians and there was something illogical (or illegal after all) about sex with a family member.  At his school (and church) there was talk about sex—and even sexual relations WITH a family member.
	“They do it all the time in the South!” quipped one of Lonnie’s friends.  But that was in the South—Lonnie and his family did not live in the South but a few states up and over.  He knew it was wrong, just a feeling he had.  He knew what sex was and how it was done but was a little clueless about advance techniques.
	There was also the knowledge of “sodomy” and homosexuality.  He knew that sex between two guys was “gay” and that performing guy on guy sex involved cocksucking and “up the ass”.  Just how two girls did it he didn’t know.
	Moving onto Becky’s body his cock exploded—a squirt of cum jetted out of his piss slit squirting up Becky’s naked body splashing onto her face.  She was aghast to horrified but continued to lay still gripping the carpet.
	More schooling came from Dim to Lonnie,
	“Glide your cock up and down the crevice.”
	“Push the head in—just a little, keeping rubbing it up and down.”
	‘if you could really fuck your sister—would you?’
	‘would it matter if she were willing?’
	‘would you like to fuck her under similar circumstances?’
	‘your younger sister, you’d like to mess with her, too?’
	That was returned quickly with a solid “NO!”
	However, if—IF he could get away with screwing the brains out of his older sister?  Yeah, he would try.  Not interested in fooling around with any of his boy-friends.  There were girls at his school, in his class that he would like to see in their underwear or best yet—naked.  And yeah, most of those girls he would like to fuck.
	Dim was pleased.
	And as young Lonnie eased his cock further into Becky’s pussy, Dim pleased himself all the more by smoothing his hand over the boy’s steadily pumping ass.  Lonnie barely noticed as his cock slid deeper into Becky serious feelings never before experienced surged within him tingling him beyond comprehension.
	Sasha leaned over the seat taking in the boy’s action.  Dmitri was fully fucking young Leeanne conjuring up more and more totally narly naughty thoughts.

*

	With his cock in her cunt, Dim caressed Becky’s ass working her legs over his waist “presenting” her ass and specifically and especially her assHOLE.  Blitzed Lonnie took in Becky’s ass and hole with his mouth open and cum dripping in long strands from his dick.
	Dmitri’s cock was most the way into the girl’s cunt; he languished therein almost relaxing, gingerly caressing Becky’s fine nude body, spanking her, smoothing his hands up and down her sides, working his favorite organ in her dainty fresh fucked cunt.
	Lonnie was ready to go again.  Fucking Becky had blown his mind and the boy was only EMAD affected less than 50%.  He was on his own, acting and thinking, and doing.  A little encouragement was needed only to get the boy to act and complete a deed.  Dim smiled and egged the boy on,
	“Lick her hole.”
	“DISGUSTING!” quipped aloud Leeanne on the other side of Dmitri.
	Lonnie thought it disgusting, too; but bent down and began licking Becky’s turd exit.  Meanwhile, Sasha fondled the boy’s dangling balls.  Dim caressed Becky’s body and drifted into sexual solace.
	After a couple of minutes of tongue lashing Becky’s rectum Lonnie got the go ahead to “plug it.”  Lonnie took a moment nervously to contemplate the “plugging” then followed thru.
	Anal penetration wasn’t a full go the first attempt,
	“It wont go in.”
	Dim giggled—he’d been there a few times.
	“Lick it some more—then finger it!”
	Lonnie sweated and sighed then complied.
	In the bench seat, Brenda was being equally plugged.

	After fully plugging Becky, Lonnie went on to plug Leeanne, too.  This time, though, it was a new style unknown to Lonnie, or any of the kids.  Doggie style.  On her hands and knees Leeanne went; and while her mouth was filled with Dim’s dick, Lonnie licked out her bung hole, fingered it, then plugged it.
	Sasha came over the seat bringing the frapped Brenda with him.  Dim opened a window and after his session with Leeanne/Lonnie lit up a joint and shared it.  Sasha grinned and took the offering—then had some to share himself!  And after a hit here and a hit there, and a drink of soda, the kids all took hits off a shared joint and then Becky had to pee.
	The side door was slid open and the naked bewildered girl was taken out.
	“Go ahead,” Dim said to her, “pee.”
	Becky continued to be bewildered—she had never peed standing up.
	Spreading her legs she relaxed and released her pent up bladder and pissed a good piss.  Dim stood blatantly and boldly before her stroking his cock.  When the “good feeling” came he leaned against the warm (very warm) van’s side stroking hard while Sasha put his cock into Leeanne.
	Suddenly, Becky bolted.
	
	What an afternoon scene—two naked teenagers chasing after a naked eleven  year old!  And not a cop in sight!  Bare feet, though, on kinda warm sand inundated with sharp skin piercing stones, stickers, and uneven landscape made for potential escape impossible.
	And like many Hollywood females fleeing an axe wielding monster—she fell.  Naked Dim and Sasha were on her quick.  Not having the EMAD with him made it difficult to calm her down—her awareness level was high and her controlled mind low.
	Dmitri grabbed her and held her to him and walloped her ass sharply before dragging her back to the van and tossing her not so kindly within.  The door was shut and more punishment.  While the others watched—in some consternation and full awareness that should they try some shit like that they too would be punished, Becky Dellbrook got her ass beat.
	When the shade of usual lily white turned to tomato red the beating ceased.
	Then, while her mouth was full of dick, Sasha’s dick, Dmitri slammed her asshole.  He had no more cum to give but that wasn’t the point.  He was utterly exhausted when he finally reached the point of where he was supposed to cum.  Pulling out, he slapped the tortured girl’s ass then sat back having the frightened Lonnie come fuck the girl’s hole.
	While Lonnie complied, Dim smacked the boy’s ass, grabbed his balls thru his legs and tried to calm down.  Sasha, meanwhile, filled the girl’s mouth with his love cream that had Leeanne lay across his lap whereupon he spanked her.
	Then what happened?
	The “awareness factor” was a tricky thing; Dmitri wanted those “touched” by the EMAD to NOT BE zombies.  He wanted them to follow commands, to “take off clothes”, “suck”, “spread cheeks”, “finger self” and so on and on.  Making someone do something that they normally wouldn’t do was the thing; basically the whole sordid point of mind control!  
	After another round of sodas—
	Dim found himself sitting out the Finale; his dick just wasn’t in it.
	Sasha was still a go but his dick, too, was smoldering.
	Young pre-teen Lonnie still had some amazing stamina and he lay on his back with friend Leeanne on top of him—his dick nicely jammed up into her pussy.  The rest of the gang, including Dim and Sasha, enjoyed the show.  The view of Lonnie’s cock, his balls, his thrusting was wonderful; the view of Leeanne’s ass and the cock in her pussy was ten times as wonderful.
	Sasha smacked Leeanne’s ass as she was vulnerable—but not hard.
	And although his cock just couldn’t stand it anymore—Dim’s dick couldn’t stand being left out and so Becky came to engulf his schlong and enjoy it.  She sucked and sucked and sucked then lay on her back to suckle Dim’s ball sac while Lonnie freshly explunged from Leeanne’s cunt delved into Becky.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” Sasha exclaimed.  With one hand working his smoldering bone he eyed the new scene with great reverence.  Pulling Brenda onto him some of his unnatural desires were quelled.  The preteen gripped the naughty naked teen, reacted with body twisting this way and that as his powerful throbbing cock eased into her pussy.
	Dim caressed Lonnie’s ass,
	‘you really want to fuck your sisters?’
	The boy didn’t answer—his dick was on fire, his balls were in business for themselves, and strange nuances of feelings he hadn’t ever had before swelled within him.  But he did nod his head.
	 A yes on older sister, Kyleen, and a yes on the younger sister, Nora, too.
	Kyleen was fourteen, Nora a mere nine.  Christian, soccer player, choir member, “A” student, well liked by all, handsome, had deep seeded desires to FUCK both his sisters.
	Dim smiled and slid his aching cock up the boy’s ass.

Whisper in her ear; piss on her heart
	Headlines:  Police Station Toilet Stolen; Cops Have Nothing To Go On!
	Student Excited Dad Got Head Job!  (OMG! WTF!  BBQ!)
	Top Golfer Plays With His Own Balls!  (no kidding!?)
	County Pays $100,000 To Advertise Lack of Funding (what?)
	The Meetings on Open Meetings is Now Closed
	The Local Poison Control Center Advises Citizens Against Taking Poison
	Feds Raid Gun Shop; Find Weapons (who would have thunk it!?)
	Statistics Show That Teen Pregnancy Drops Off After Age 25
	Condom Truck Tips; Spills Load!
	Missippi’s Literacy Program Shows Emprovement (except for the guy who 
          wrote this headline!)
	Tips On How To Avoid Alligator Attacks:  Don’t Swim Where the
          Alligators Are  (that’s a good tip; going to have to write that one down)
	
*

I Was a Teenage Mutant Ninja Zombie
	Barny’s Noble Books
	Just off Center Line Avenue in the downtown district was a bookstore, Barny’s Noble Books.  
	“What’s here?” Sasha asked.
	“Well, some books, magazines—” he shrugged joshing his cousin.
	Sasha knew the bookstore had “books” & “magazines” but assumed there was another reason for the visit.  There was.
	Inside the bookstore/shop were five girls, high school girls, sophomore girls.
	One was behind the counter manning the cash register.  The other girls did what girls do when gathered in numbers—gossip.  Two of the girls were clad in cheerleader outfits.  In facts, ALL the girls were cheerleaders of the local high school—the same high school Dim had gone to/graduated from and the same high school Sasha was attending for his last year.
	Dim moved to the Science Fiction/Fantasy aisle perusing the paperbacks.
	On the other side of that aisle was something of more interest to Sasha, naughty magazines from all over the world!  While thumbing the Dawn of the Zombie series Dim casually eyed the gathered girls.  From his talks with Sasha it was learned that the use of an EMAD was ok.
	Dim was about to make a play and engage his nifty mind altering device when a park ranger and a deputy sheriff waltzed in.  Change of plans.  The officers chatted with the teenage girls—flirting actually.  Dim got a case of the heebie-jeebies and decided to grab his cousin and leave.
	“Getting crowded.” Dim said.
	Sasha shrugged and followed.

	Dim hated being interrupted—disrupted.  The store, though, was too public to pull something off like he planned.  Security cameras seen (and not so) could pose a problem, too.  People waltzing in off the street “whenever”; the phone, cops, too many minds to “altering” at one time—all equaled a no-go.
	Not to be disappointed or put off, though; the boys sighted on new targets.

*

Spreading a little love
	Three girls, one black, one Asian, and one boy accompanying.
	Ten and eleven year olds.
	One girl in a short plaid pleated skirt.
	Innocently hocking something from some shoeboxes.
	A blond, long silky dark hair, kinky ‘fro, another blond.
	A security guard made rounds up and down the mini mall sidewalk going into the donut shop (of course!)  The girls, and boy, were wandering in front of the grocery store talking to shoppers going in and out of said store as well as following some out into the parking lot.  When the manager of the grocery store scolded the group they were not put off and went up to the Laundromat, car part store, jewelry store, and so on.
	When the group got to the music/video game store—
	‘go across the street.’
	The lot was a large one with the grocery store in the middle and several mini stores left and right; a large parking lot with a small bank occupying space at one side, a small fast food place in the middle towards the main street, and a regular restaurant on the other side opposite of the bank’s place of occupance.  Lots trees on the left side entrance to the lot with the most surrounding the restaurant.
	‘go left.’
	The group crossed the small lot street and once to the sidewalk at the restaurant they “turned left” and continued to the side entrance where Dmitri (and Sasha) awaited them.
	Dim had the company van from work—which was good ‘cause there was more room for shenanigans than in his pickup or car.  Oh it could be done, sure, but the van offered more room and security.
	Michelle Jaxbratt, Madelynn Morgoth, Vicki Freespree, and Zane Spillbottle.  Zane was eleven—twelve in six months.  The black girl was eleven, Madelynn was six months from being eleven, and Michelle was five months from being eleven.

	Madelynn wore the red skirt; Michelle had on tight jeans; Vicki had short faded jeans that were “britches” going just past her knees.  Good looking kids, well groomed, spoke well, best friends, and came from “good families.”  All had siblings either older or younger or both.  
	Once inside the van, Dim slowly pulled out of the parking area and eased into traffic—then made way for a secluded spot located outside of town.  Sasha was in awe at the capture.  Speechless!  The proverbial “shit eating grin” was etched permanently on his face; Sasha had thick dark brown hair that partly cascaded onto the left side of his face.  He wore a pair of small gold earrings that were hidden by his hair—which was good ‘cause his Dad would rip them off should he see them.
	Anyways, Sasha sat on the seat behind the cab snuggled up against Madelynn.
	“Raise her legs.” Dim said as he drove out to the secluded locale.
	Sasha raised Madelynn’s legs grinning big as he eyed the girl’s crotch.
	“You’re on your own,” Dim said chortling, “she’s under and you can do whatever.”
	Sasha held fast a moment or two then began caressing Madelynn’s thigh, opening her legs wider and fingering her crotch.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” he exclaimed at length.  His cock was begging for attention and would not be denied.  Quickly he pulled his prick out and took Madelynn’s hand having her please him.
	“I gotta fuck this bitch!” Sasha said.
	“We’re almost there.” Dim said, he wanted to see the girl get fucked up close and personal.  Sasha held off but it wasn’t easy.
	Finally, just across the remote bridge spanning a small dry river, Dim parked down by the bank of the “small dry river” parking sideways.  The area was way-way out of town where cattle roamed freely, a few oil pumping units kept steady on slurping black gold from deep out of the ground, and where Dim had had an earlier incident…
	While fingering Michelle’s pussy with his finger he made odd noises; or, while making odd noises he fingered Michelle’s pussy.  Your choice.  The girl was oblivious and stared blankly forehead.  Her friends did likewise occupying the floor behind the middle seat.  The “wares” that the group had been hocking were pieces of driftwood from an excursion to the beach three hours east.  The driftwood had been made into “creatures”; equipped with googly eyes, mustaches made of green lichen, the kids hoped to make some money for some concert tickets.

	Sasha was enamored with Michelle.  A lovely girl, blond hair, innocent looks, she smelled nice, had an older brother and two younger sisters.  She sang in a church choir as well as at her school; she was an “A” student, honor roll, played soccer, ran track, and knew a little about sex—Missionary, and Mom & Dad’s only.
	Self-pleasuring she had just only begun.
	Sasha fingered and fingered and got a little sudden gush from the young girl.  Her mouth opened, eyes widened in shock; the EMAD showed a wavering in brain wave activity—she was a little more aware than she had been but still controllable.
	Dim made some adjustments to allow the girl to be even more aware.  A naughty-naughty thought came to his mind—that mean streak had returned!  Sasha had shucked his pants and underwear then pulled off Michelle’s panties, then her skirt.  There was no time to work off her top and undershirt—he had to fuck!
	Dim pulled out his own pud and watched with some awe as his cousin fucked the young girl.  Dim’s eyes were on Sasha’s ass.  Michelle’s young body could hardly be seen by Sasha’s body blocking; only her legs could be seen as they were up alongside Sasha’s side.  
	Sasha’s balls slapped making the about the only noise in the van; the only other noise being Dim slamming his hand up and down his cock fascinated with Sasha’s pounding ass.
	As Sasha reached his orgasmic goal—Dim knew—he knew that he wanted to fuck his cousin and fuck him hard!  Well, maybe he was a little gay after all.  Just a little.

	Dmitri managed to keep his dick out of Sasha and put it into Madelynn.
	Sasha went on to Vicki.
	Madelynn was of Asian heritage; long silky jet black hair, soft features, no titties but a nice-nice round butt.  The pants came off revealing green tinted panties bikini style.  Parting her legs, Dim admired the girl.  Sasha had Vicki naked and with the seat down he lay on the girl just grinding his dick against her non-virgin pussy.  At nine years young she had taken dick from her older brother who had been twelve at the time; then, “every once in a while” thereafter (including spreading her legs for his best friend!)
	Sasha finally eased himself into her sex about the time Dim finally got Madelynn’s clothes off.  More admiration followed taking his time before plunging into her virgin territory.  The girl’s pussy was smooth and Dim spent only a minute or two licking it out; shoving a finger into her asshole for good measure.
	The girl was pretty—as was Michelle and Vicki.  More admiration, taking the girl in, the other girls, then it was time.  No holding back—not even when the park ranger truck pulled up.  Here we go again!
*

	Road 21-A, also known as Meadow Road, wound around the lush rolling green hills for some miles before splitting at Oak Bend Junction.  Going left took a motorist thru countryside where there were large farms where mostly horses and cows roamed; right took the motorist up into the mountains.  A few off-road outlets there were along the mountain road, Dmitri took the second off-road that was a dirt road winding in all directions including up and down.
	At length, though, Dim pulled off the off-road to a nice secluded spot where he and his cousin could continue their shenanigans.  Sasha was still “high” from the last batch of young peoples—Leeanne, Brenda, etc.  Like Dmitri, Sasha had grown attached to them—especially Brenda.  Spanking their little asses had ignited a whole new thrill in Sasha and it in doing so it was almost as good as sex itself!
	Almost.
	And Sasha was more than bewildered when after all the sex play, spanking, watching the girls pee standing up, watching Lonnie fuck the girls in all sorts of positions their young minds were further infected (er, affected) with the EMAD.  The minding device redirected their young impressionable minds to obliterate the horror that had happened to them, replacing new thoughts and manners for them to perform; that, of course—sex!
	The scenes of young pre-teen Lonnie schlepping his salami into Leeanne’s asshole while Brenda sucked on his swinging sac AND Cousin Dmitri fucking Leeanne’s mouth was etched firmly in Sasha’s mind.  Among others.  Deep feelings he had from Brenda, and Becky.  Spanking—spanking—spanking, too; along with watching the girls stand outside the van in the middle of the day in a remote locale peeing also was a huge-huge turn-on.
	He would never be the same.
	Oh, the ranger who had come up on them?  Unfortunately it was a dude, a guy—and a fat guy at that.  Dmitri did nothing more to him than to send him to town on a donut pursuit.  End of that.
	And as much as Sasha had “feelings” for Brenda, Becky, Leeanne, and even Lonnie new feelings were made way for Michelle, Madelynn, Vicki, and even Zane.  The aforementioned were a year or so younger.   Can we say Overindulgence?  Thought you could.  With the Mind Altering Device, deep seeded desires were suddenly released that would otherwise be checked.  Most peoples who had those “deep seeded” desires did so act on them—becoming statistics and then some mook’s personal “bitch” in prison.
	The EMAD smoothed the pathway to satisfy unnatural desires.
	The EMAD, too, “fixed” the mind of the Subject so as they didn’t remember what happened to them and/or instilled upon them a “new way of life.”
	Dim was pleased.
	Like with Leeanne, Dim found favor with Michelle.  Sasha found the Asian girl, Madelynn, to warm his soul—mostly his cock.  The black girl, Vicki, both Dim and Sasha enjoyed equally.  
	Down to business; ‘take off your clothes.’   That command applied to the remaining group as Madelynn’s clothes were already off and her pussy already violated.  The nifty little gadget Dmitri couldn’t do without had been re-tuned with finer adjustments made to the “awareness” feature.  More control over the Subjects was top priority—and a necessity.  It was a fine line of putting the Subjects in a state of awareness that gave them the sense of what was happening to them, allow them to be themselves, adhere to the commands given unto them, and not freak out about their ordeal.
	Michelle thought carefully but did follow thru with the taking off of her clothes.  Her young eyes bulged when she saw her kidnapper do the same thing—even bulged more if that was possible when her young eyes latched onto the man’s erection.  Her “awareness” was high but her “freak the fuck out” emotion low.
	Sasha had Madelynn nakedly on her hands and feet with himself positioned behind her; Zane Spillbottle, eleven years young, lay underneath with his face at her business but his eyes transferred to Sasha’s cock and balls.  Madelynn, as per command, engulfed Zane’s cock while Sasha’s cock entered her asshole from behind.
	Slowly and was Madelynn’s fine nude almost eleven year old body ease down onto Zane’s sweet handsome face.  While his tongue delved in and about the girl’s pussy, his hands clamped tightly to her ass as his cock surged in her mouth.  His eyes widened as he watched incredibly Sasha’s cock invade Madelynn’s asshole.
	Meanwhile, Dmitri invaded Michelle while the lone black girl, Vicki, sat back with her legs cocked open fingering herself (as per command to do so.)  Her dark eyes were focused right on Dmitri’s invasion of Michelle’s pussy as he held her to him laying on their sides and Dmitri behind her.  Vicki had no idea sex could be done that way.
	“You got brothers?” Dim asked.
	Vicki nodded.
	“Been fucked by them?”
	“No.” but she has been rubbed on, fingered; gave one brother a blowjob.
	“Get caught?”
	“Yes.” And got ass beat—both of them.  Brother who got the BJ was thirteen at the time—Vicki a mere ten.
	Dim smiled and when his cock popped out of the NON-VIRGIN Michelle he had pro-cocksucker Vicki cum service him.
	Michelle had two older brothers—and just recently the oldest one caught her and the middle brother fucking.  The middle brother, James, had caught her and neighbor boy friend fucking in the garage so he wanted “in”, too.  When older brother, Adam, caught his siblings fucking—he, too, wanted in.
	“How old James?”
	“Fourteen.”
	Cool.
	No sucking, no “up the ass”, just plain old fashioned “spread your legs” fucking.

Whyfore art thou?
	“You seem distant, friend?”
	Sasha wrinkled his nose still beholding a “deep thought” presence.
	“Yeah.” he simply said.	Nonchalantly he munched his corndog listlessly dredging a French fry drenched in ketchup into the chili cheese sauce on the side.
	“Problem?” Dmitri persisted.
	“No, not really.” Sasha said without much enthusiasm one way or another.
	Then,
	“Just wonderin’,” he said at length, “uh, how young is too young?  Just wonderin’ mind you.”
	Dmitri wrinkled his nose, reared back, and thought thoughtfully himself.
	Then,
	“I dunno, really.” with an added shrug.
	“Well,” Sasha continued, “you’ve always said “flat chested and hairless”.” It was a statement but was there another meaning behind that?
	“Yeah, kinda-sorta,” Dim replied, “gotta problem with that?” he had no idea where his cousin was going.
	“Nope!” Sasha said grinning and almost brightening up.
	“Then what is it?” Dim persisted/insisted.
	“Well,” drawled Sasha, “it’s just—well, with that mind control thing of yours—”
	“What?”
	“Just how far could we go?”
	Ah.
	“Ah.” Then,
	Dim shrugged indifference; then, letting out a big sigh, “I dunno, haven’t gone “too far” as of yet.”  Yet.  Then,
	“Uh, how far do you (YOU) want to go?”
	Sasha avoided locking eyes and devoured some chili fries drawling, 

	“Well, I don’t want to be a “monster” but some young’uns are pretty nice.”
	“Yep, they are.”
	Sasha cleared his throat, almost choked, recovered, farted, slurped on his drink, then leaned forward so as only his teammate could here,
	“Like that one over there—in the corner.”
	That one over there—in the corner “C” bench seat/table with her family was a mere six years old.  Cute as a button! as the vernacular would have it.  Blond, blue eyes, short denim skirt, simple summery top, unable to sit still, giving a crotch shot now and then as she jiggled about.  
	The child was in the company of her parents and two boys presumably her older brothers.  A security guard was at the main doors; EMAD detectors were at the doors,too.
	Two teenage girls, a young woman in her early twenties, a man with his young daughter, two boys unescorted, all were tempting.  But it was the young little one, the blond five year old, who held Sasha’s attention the most.
	“Too young to fuck, really.” Dmitri stated factly.
	Sasha shrugged lack of concern.
	“Oh, I guess you can—take a little work, a lot of finger, some lube, and determination.”
	Sasha smiled, “You can probably get in her mouth.”
	“And spank her,” Dim amended, “and watch her pee, pose, whatever.”
	Sasha had a hard-on.
	“Too crowded in here.” Dmitri said.
	The boys finished their lunch then scooted out to Dim’s non-company company van—and waited.
	Sasha was still concerned (apparently) about “flat chested and hairless”.
	“Soooo, Brenda and the others her age—those were ok?” Dim said a little annoyed.
	Sasha mulled it over then shrugged.
	“Having a touch of regret, remorse, morals?”
	“HA!  Yeah, something like that I guess.  I dunno.”
	“You had no qualms about sticking Madelynn,” Dim stated, “and she was pretty flat chested and definitely hairless!”
	Sasha nodded.
	“Yeah,” the teenager said reflecting on when he had said “I gotta fuck this bitch” not so long ago.  
	“Do you LIKE little girls, young-young ones?”
	Sasha wrinkled his nose, sat awkwardly in the seat licking his lips thoughtfully, “Yeah, I do.  I mean, some of them are kinda cute.  Real cute.”
	Real cute.
	“So what is it, second thoughts or something?”
	“Nah, nothing like that.”
	“So what is it?”
	“I don’t know.” And he didn’t.  “I like ‘em young; not right out of the womb or something but—” 
	“Training pants?” Dim giggled but was fishing for the crux of his cousin’s dilemma.
	“A little older than that.” Sasha replied sarcastically.  “But not by much.”
	This got an eyebrow raise from Dim.  “Oh?”
	“And that’s the thing.”
	“What thing?”
	“I mean, well, I like ‘em young—”
	“You said that already.”
	“Yeah, well, the thing is the like part.”
	“I don’t get it.”
	Sasha fumed; his trying to explain wasn’t working.  He was embarrassed.
	“Me liking young girls can get carried away—and then “get carried away.””
	“Ah.”
	“Yeah, I’m afraid of—you know, getting caught.  EMAD thing or not, shit can go wrong in a hurry.”
	Dim smiled—‘been there—done that.’
	“I can get to like something really well and get carried away liking it and that can be dangerous.” Defenses go down, security becomes non-existence, and as he said “get carried away and “get carried away”.”
	“Soooo,” Dim continued, “first graders too young?”
	Sasha smiled and blushed, “out of training pants anyways.”

*

Morals?  Who needs ‘em?
	When time isn’t an issue and an nifty mind altering gadget is at hand…
	Cousin Sasha K stared with wide eyed awe—although he had seen Madelynn, Leeanna, Brenda, etc. naked (recently) it seemed to be something new seeing the likes of the newest acquisition, Joy Starurd, also naked.  There had been growing anticipation since “acquiring” her from the fast food restaurant Cousin Dim and himself had been too and “checking” the girl with her family.
	Then, by use of Dmitri’s minding device the cute little girl was “acquired.”
	Half an hour out of town in a remote location and Dmitri lay nakedly beside the girl easing her out of her clothes.  It was mind blowing—the ability to overwhelm another’s mind, snatch her from society, and do the naughty.
	Mind blowing; pure and simple.
	As soon as the van had stopped in among huge live oak trees, surrounded by rolling hills of oil pumping units and range cattle, Dim moved into the cargo area of the van, opening some vent windows (but not too many ‘cause of the aforementioned “range cattle”), and peeled himself almost hurriedly out of his clothes.
	Dim had inquired of his younger cousin about his desires—unnatural desires for young’uns.  Sasha had not asked if Dim had those same unnatural desires but watching as he pulled off Joy’s powder blue top with frilly arm openings, then undo her typical kiddie pants and pull them AND have a major hard-on going gave way to the thought that “No, Dmitri Tsugua had no morals.”  Out of training pants?  Maybe, but just barely maybe.
	With the five year old’s pants off she lay in nice kiddie white panties.  Dim’s  cock was already at the ready to fire; lightly (at first) he fingered the mindless tyke, grinning big and washing away any moral fiber he may have had.  When the light fingering came to heavy gouging, Sasha stripped out of his clothes and began hammering his pud.  His morals, too, ebbed away as thoughts of blasting hot loads of spunk matter onto the girl’s sweet angel-like face.  Such a face!  Round, cherry cheeks, lily white skin, beautiful blue eyes, golden blond hair—and spunk matter would do just the thing to enlighten her even more!
	Then a hot blast into her mouth followed by some cum drizzle on her chest then a gouge up and down her sweet virgin pussy!  Sasha’s cock already began to squirt just thinking of doing it!  The thought of actually penetrating the girl captured his mind; could he?  He had heard of young girls, even younger! getting boned in their cunt—even up the ass!
	Dim lowered the girl’s panties—slowly.  He had a panty fetish but his fetish was to SEE girls in their underwear; then, to see the panties at various stages along her legs—rolled down to mid thigh, pushed down to her knees, then bunched up at her ankles.  Smoothing his hands all over the naked girl was a thrill divine!  Then he let his cock have a go before releasing her ankles from her bunched up panties, spreading her legs, and mounting her.
	Was he going to do it?  Was he going to actually FUCK the five year old?
	Sasha hammered his cock then squeezed it ultra hard choking off cumming off prematurely.  ‘Son of a fucking bitch!’ he said to himself.  Yeah, he wanted to see his cousin penetrate Joy, he wanted to see full blown vaginal penetration.  The expectation was extraordinary!

	Joy made no sounds—she didn’t even wiggle!  Dim fingered her—fingered her—fingered her—fingered her all the whle gliding his throbbing hard cock against her delicate poon.  Then he tilted his body to one side (so as his cousin could see) and began gliding the head of his soiled schlong against the child’s sex.
	Penetration was inevitable—and imminent!
	Sasha got closer, breathed harder, lusted more.  His brown eyes locked right on Dmitri’s glistening knob as it rubbed up and down Joy’s young cunt.  Sperm was already jutting from the piss slit paving the way for a slick jab.  Joy remained completely out-of-the-know.  Dim was cool with that; the “awareness” level was a tricky thing.  He didn’t want his subjects to be zombies but he wanted them controlled, too.  Finding that balance between the two was elusive and frustrating and so he settled for his subjects, therefore, to be more unaware than otherwise.
	Joy’s little bright eyes brightened even more with sharp distinction as finally her innocent sex was finally penetrated.  Sasha began to cum squirting jets of liquid love goo that splashed onto the child’s face.  Moving up he continued to jerk off and cum coating the girl’s face in a sheen of spunk.
	Meanwhile,
	Dim closed his eyes and jabbed his fuck stick into the girl—not all the way, the head and about an inch.  Then he began to pump.  She WAS too small to fully penetrate.  Dim recalled his cousin’s wordage, “I’m not a monster” in decreeing that there were girls regarded as “too young”.
	Was Joy “too young?”
	Well, yeah, she was.
	So were Madelynn, Brenda, Cindy Brady, Sheriff Grady’s girls…
	So what was it about acquiring young girls—young-young girls, for the soul purposes of sexual debauchery?  The pure pleasure of penetrating a possibly virgin pussy?  Overwhelming the mind of a young person was one thing; getting that person to handle cock, suck cock, shed clothes, pee standing up, spread legs, and perform sexual commands was something else.
	Dim pulled out and seriously-seriously humped the girl’s crevice.  Blood coated his cock and using Joy’s panties he wiped clean his cock and the girl’s sex.  More grinding and then more penetration—this time there was a little more push and thusly more penetration.
	Meanwhile,
	Sasha had put his throb stone to Joy’s mouth making her suck while he manipulated her hand having her fondle his balls, too.  What a guy!  He filled most of the girl’s mouth with his prick dismissing his morals.  What there was about having such inappropriateness with such a young girl was just elusive as could be.  He didn’t know, Dim didn’t know.  Girls that young were soooo pretty!  Pretty and innocent.  And they weren’t supposed to be touched in any way inappropriately!
Pause for interlude…
“On the toad again, I was caught licking some toads again
	  couldn’t help myself with the amphibious sin, 
	  I was caught licking toads again.
	  On the toad again; a lifetime of sinning on those toads again
	  Licking toads with my friends,
	  we’re all kinda whacked on the toads again.

	“On the toad again, like a band of rats we swim in the swamp ways
	  We’re messed up friends,
	   Insisting that toad licking is the only way
	   And our way, is licking toads again.
	   Just cant wait to get in the swamp again,
	   Get out of this padded prison that they have me in
	   And get back to the swamps to lick toads again.”

And now back to our program
	Two teenage boys were in charge of several pint sized kids.  At a pizzeria downtown the kids had assembled for a party; the regular babysitters were on other assignments and so the boys were called in as backup.  Teenage boys in charge of a small mob of girls seven to ten years young.
	In most cases it wouldn’t be so easy to cull one or two of those girls what with security measures.  In most cases.  Dmitri Tsugua wasn’t “most cases.”  His determination was one of patience—and opportunity.
	Early on and Sasha was ready to go someplace else.  Sure the girls were good and gave Sasha serious cock ache but security guards, a city cop on property, EMAD detectors, single people going in were scrutinized—‘specially teen boys and males of adult age, no child without a security bracelet, and so on made “acquiring” a little difficult.
	An hour later, though…
	Karla Curlbum, Sharlene Shistsumori, and Megan Peetnose too the place of Joy Starud.  Karla and Sharlene were eight years young while Megan was a year younger—but older than Joy.  No one particular girl stood out like past girls, Leeanne, Brenda, etc.  Sharlene was of Asian heritage having long face, long silk black hair, long limbs, and no panties!
	Karla Curlbum sort of took Dmitri’s heart; light brown hair, curled slightly about her face; she had something about her that Dim liked.  What he didn’t like was her watch, bracelet—tracking devices as well as EMAD preventers.  Sharlene had a tracking device in her pants pocket (but no panties!)  Megan wore a tracking device on a necklace along with a Detector/Preventer.
	Those mentioned items didn’t make the trek to the remote locale…
	‘go ahead, hon, take your clothes off.’
	Karla screwed up her sweet face; thought it over, thought it strange to be taking her clothes off when it wasn’t bath time or bedtime.  But off came her simple girl’s shirt.  Nothing was underneath.  Unlike Sharlene, Karla had panties, lavender tinted, very snug.  Karla lay down on the van’s carpeting pushing her jeans down revealing those snug fitting lavender undies.  Dim liked.  He got his quirky smile and significant hard-on—of which he pressed against Karla’s thigh and began a light fingering of the girl’s pussy thru her panties.
	Meanwhile,
	Sasha sat on his knees before the standing Megan.  She was a mere seven, lots of curly strawberry blond hair that hung to mid chest.  A nice butt—very nice.  She still beheld a “baby face” and Sasha wanted to cum on it.  Unlike Karla who followed Dim’s minding device commands, Megan didn’t.  She had earlier, when grouped with her friends to follow them out of the pizzeria party, down the sidewalk, into the grocery store, to the bathroom located at the rear and where there was an employee lounge, changing room, and private use door.
	Once in the van and at the remote location out of town the girl was mindless.
	That was ok, Sasha pulled off her purple top with a big silly tiger picture on the front and spent a minute or so caressing her chest and beginning nipples.  Then he undone her purple pants and took them down smiling big as his hard-on at the pink panties that greeted him.
	She had peed a little in them and there were more stains, too!
	By the time Sasha had Megan naked—Dmitri was on top of Karla humping against her sex.  Sasha hugged the naked Megan, especially her ass.  More attention was to her face of which he kissed increasing his hugging.  Fingering of her very virgin pussy followed.  
	A nice steady flow of cum spewed from Dmitri’s cock thoroughly coating Karla’s quim.  With a bit of a hard-on still prevalent, Dim gouged the girl’s sex using the lubricate to ease some penetration.  Sasha had rolled Megan over lowering her panties just past her ass.  Then he began to spank while jerking off onto her ass.
	Dmitri grinded and grinded; poked, glided, prodded, made some entry, then ejaculated a second time before succumbing to exhaustion.  He lay beside the girl fingering his spunk into her pussy wondering quietly—‘just how young WAS too young; how far would he go?  How young was too young?
	‘out of training pants anyways.’

*
Make ‘em and spank ‘em
	“The thing with mind control is power.” Dim concluded and so stated to his cousin.  “Overwhelming another’s mind, overpowering it to suit yourself.”
	Sasha nodded in understanding, and after accompanying Dim on another moonshine run they made more acquisitions emphasizing the “command” feature of Dim’s EMAD.
	Yeah, that particular feature had been used but this go round was “more to the point.”
	First up along that “make ‘em” line was a trio, two girls in their teens and another a few years away from being a teen.  The two teenage girls were classmates sorta-kinda (they went to the same junior high school), one was in the 8th grade while the other was a year younger in the 7th grade.  Neither girl particularly “liked” one another but tolerated one another.  They had “like” friends that went to many social gatherings together.  In the days of perverts with electronic mind altering devices social gatherings were all the new norm.  Federal Police had come to be the norm, too.  (more on that later)
	Audrey Appletrain was fourteen, not too tall, good sized titties for a girl her age and class group, very nice brown hair not too straight and not too curly.  She was athletic but still had some “baby fat” issues but not out of proportion.
	Lori Beesworth was half way into her thirteenth year of life; she was very slender, very blue eyed, and very blond.  Ski slope titties, tall, long limbs, and shy.  A squeaky voice the girl had and she was very reserved.  She sucked at baseball, soccer, but was pretty good in volley ball and almost good in basketball.
	Carrie Welltakit was a cutey and warmed Dmitri’s soul greatly.  There was just something about the youngster that captured him—her face mainly.  A sweet face, round, small teeth, brilliant blue eyes, a beautiful smile, etc.  She cute, so innocent, so ten.
	In another location other than the previous,
	“Take off your clothes.”
	Audrey stared and stared; mouth open, eyes wide.
	Cool breezes drifted thru the tall pines; it was summer, a creek was nearby adding to the ambient serenity.  Dirt roads were everywhere but no people.  A ranger fire lookout station was up high further up in the mountain.  No one around for miles and miles.
	Audrey blinked her pretty eyes; she wore an athletic sweatshirt with a number on it and a football; a boy’s sweatshirt with the sleeves to the elbows.  Simple jeans, blue ankle socks, and black deck shoes.  She wore earrings, a watch, and a necklace.  A tracking device was in the watch—the watch was discarded into a trash bin before leaving town.
	“Take off your clothes, shirt first.” Dmitri reiterated.
	Audrey looked confounded as she saw her hands moving complying with the mental-electronically sent commands.  She couldn’t believe what her “hands” were doing.
	The sweatshirt came off and then the bra containing those nice rounded developed teenage titties.  Dim wasn’t much of a titty man, small-small titties were his preference (or none at all) but in some cases a girl’s titties development was kinda nice.  Audrey Appletrain had a nice set of teenage titties.
	Audrey Appletrain breathed hard with confusion still abounding in her.
	The shoes came off nextly along with her socks and laying down on the new carpet freshly installed the girl shucked her jeans.  Sasha watched on in eager anticipation while Audrey’s companions—not so much.
	White panties; pink trim, blue floral print.  With the pants at her knees the girl had to sit up to continue shucking—Dim stopped her having her lay back down; then he himself removed the pants himself.  Audrey’s emotions were checked—no crying, sniveling, or even sobbing replaced by shock and a little dismay.  Confusion reigned supreme.
	Dim also removed her panties; and after sniffing the crotch of said panties opened her legs and examined her pussy closely.  Very closely.  The close exam of Audrey’s poon led Dmitri to discover she wasn’t a virgin.  What a shock.  The talented tongue examined every inch of the girl’s cunt; the lips outer and inner, her little “bud”, and then delving deeper into the private crevice where some boy’s dick had previously been.
	Dim didn’t probe the girl’s mind (although he could have); no Q&A or anything to revealing Audrey’s sexual exploits.  It was just lick-lick-lick, munch, lap, nip, lick-lick-lick—repeat.
	When the girl began to twist this way and that; her pussy began to become sopping “wet”, Dmitri Tsugua mounted her sliding his throbbing erection into her sex.
	Audrey gave a little gasp, clutched the carpeting, expressed great shock; halted her breath, mouth open wide enough to hide the Ukraine army.  Dim slid into her—slowly finding the girl’s poon lovely, snug, and pleasing to beat all.  The pumping action soon followed.  Sasha stripped out of his clothes then had ten year old Carrie handle his cock.
	By the time Dim was cumming off in Audrey, Sasha was cumming off into Carrie’s mouth.  The little girl retched, had watery eyes, and was close to vomiting.  After she was allowed to spat out the goo she got to drink a soda—then Sasha took her clothes off himself while thirteen year old Lori undressed herself standing up.

	“I think I like them this way.” Sasha concluded.
	“Yeah,” Dim agreed, “easier.”
	After a few minutes after cumming in Audrey, Dim put the girl’s legs up along his chiseled chest poking the girl’s virgin asshole with his semi hard cock.  Anal penetration to the virgin territory was going to be tough, though.  After he had fucked the girl’s pussy he lay beside her, fingering her sex, groping her breasts, hoping to restrengthen his aching cock.  Of course, watching Cousin Sasha with Carrie helped out.
	By the time Lori had pushed her turquoise jeans down—Dim’s semi hard cock had pushed inward into Audrey’s virgin dirt chute.  He grunted, Audrey groaned.  Sasha had Carrie on her hands and knees and was fucking her doggie style all the while eyeing Dim and Lori.  Lori had cast off her pullover stripped red/white/blue cotton top revealing those wondrous ski slope titties.  
	The view of the lily white skinned girl gave great cause to Dim and Sasha; specifically their cocks.  Audrey grunted as she was fucked HARD in the ass; little Carrie made halting chuffing noises as she was entered from behind.  Lori remained standing topless and with her pants and yellow panties at her ankles.

*

	Sitting side by side the girls, Audrey and Carrie watched in stunned awe as their friend, Lori, was Double Teamed/Penetrated.  Dim was in her pussy slamming hard deflowering her virginity.  No Q&A.  Sasha hammered her asshole slipping out a few times and unable to cum after a long period of time.
	Dim came, though.  A huge quantity of spunk flowed out of the broken girl’s pussy leaving the Fucker fucking exhausted.  Sasha wasn’t much better but he sat up with no further intention on doing anything but sweating and breathing.
	Carrie let out a big sigh—it was over.  She hoped.  Neither girl sitting or the poor hapless girl laying had any motivation in leaping up and running off.  Both Dim and Sasha slipped off to exhausted sleep.  Lori curled up into a fetal position, peed, and also fell to sleep.  Carrie and Audrey curled up together and also fell asleep—awakening sometime later when it was dark to a horrible sound.
	A bear!
	A bear had come sniffing sticking his big black nose into the open sliding door of the van.  Everyone went scrambling over seats, screaming, shouting, freaking the fuck out frightening the bear who hightailed it long gone leaving the humans he had frightened whom had frightened him in a frightened state of fright.
	It took awhile before the gang calmed down and “got a grip” of themselves.
	Dim moved the van out of the area—in fact, out of the mountain and back to town.  It was a long quiet drive and he was still naked (and sticky!)
	An hour and a half later they came to the outskirts of their burg; the country road was long, winding, up hills, down hills, in darkness, nothing to see but darkened landscape.  Sasha did finally turn on the radio.  Before entering the city itself Dim took a dirt road off the two-lane country road and pulled up to a knob hill that overlooked the two-lane road but more importantly gave one a looksee into the dirt track race track that was ongoing.
	A dozen or so other vehicles were on the knob hill getting a free looksee; it was common and accepted.  No frills while parked on the hill unless you “brought your own.”  The loudspeaker PBX could be heard which always gave wonder to why there were several neighborhoods in the area—wouldn’t they get pissed off with the loudspeaker blaring on the weekends?  Not too mention the loud outrageous gunning engines of the open-wheeled dirt track cars?
	Oh well.
	After watching the race for a little while, Dim cleaned himself and Lori, then put her and Audrey into a 69er position.  Audrey knew what that particular “position” was but had never seen it in action or knew that it was “girl on girl.”
	“Not necessarily,” Dim smiled to the inquisitive girl, “usually it’s girl on top of her guy sucking him while he does her.”
	“Oh.” Audrey said.  A new nuance to the mind control; Dim wasn’t too sure about it but the three girls were more “at ease” about their situation disregarding somehow that what they doing was wrong, illegal, immoral, etc.
	By the time Daryl “Wombat” Tigerung ran his vintage dirt racer into the wall in the third race at a little after 10PM, the windows of the non-company company van were steamed up and then some.  But then again, so were the other vehicles parked on the hill…
	The girls were more livelier than previous acquisitioned captives; that was a plus.  Deep inside Dim, though, there was a desire to actually have the girls be more frightened—more themselves (but still controllable.)  Meanwhile, onto spanking!
	Laying across his lap while sitting himself on the bench seat behind the cab Dmitri landed his bare hand to Lori’s lily white bare ass turning it a shade of tomato red.  He wished for a young boy to be among them so as that boy could fuck that girl.  His cock was smoldering, hard, and tingling.  Lori’s ass was tingling and warm.  Sasha came over the seat to watch the spanking and soon came to sit in the seat’s edge sitting awkwardly with one leg outward and the other up over the top of the seat.  Then, Lori’s mouth came down on the teen’s blistering hot cock sucking it fully finally able to get the boy to cum.
	Dim was unable to produce spunk—but not for the lack of trying.

	While Lori sucked off Sasha, Dim plugged her from behind gripping her hips and slamming his cock into her chute screaming all the while as his spelunker was stretched to the max.  Quite an ordeal with little to show for it—including pleasure!
	The whole point of “capturing” a subject was for pleasure.  Overpowerment was one thing; doing the extra naughty, shirking morals, wallowing in depravity, all concluded with a cumulating magnificence apexing to a pivotal crest that was orgasmic.
	That was all that mattered—orgasm.
	In three different places in the city the girls were released, naked and with their young minds wiped of their time with the orgasm seeking perverts.  Dim and Sasha had honest work to be done in “just hours” and so they motored out to the warehouse where they crashed in the family trailer at the redneck trailer park.
	Hardly an hour later the alarm clock went off.
	Dim rolled over, squinted an eye mouthing “Fuck it.” Flipped the clock off and then sent it bashing against the paneled wall.
	“What the hell’s that?” Sasha asked sharing the same bed.
	“Mmph umph clock.”
	“Fuck it.”
	“Yep.”
	And the two slept on till noon.

*
He harkened unto her “Hark!  Hark!” harkened he
	While checking out an area in the mountains the next encounter occurred.  Two hours up from the valley floor and the town of which Dim and Sasha enjoyed were a few campgrounds and campsites.  There, too, was a ski resort at the 6,000 ft level.  More mountain roads took a traveler either deeper into the wilderness area or to paved roads to rustic living trailer park dwellers and further on a plausible mountain town and community where a large lake was center piece.
	Dim hadn’t spent too much time cruising the mountain area but it was worth a looksee as he was always in the need of a backup plan.  Having backpacks, fishing poles, no license, gumption, gall, and itch to get out into nature and relax, the boys struck off for remote hard to access streams.
	Two hours hiking, three hours fishing, four hours napping later and it was back to civilization.  Both had managed to catch a fair amount of fishes that were doable for a cast iron skillet.  At the remote campsite not far from where the van was parked a fish fry was on the way.  The campsite had a picnic table, a campfire pit with iron grate, and that was it.  Remote camping at its best.

	The boys made camp, dome tent, fire, fish fry.
	Night came on and there were ten bazillion stars to look at.
	After the fish fry, a hit off a righteous doobie, some snorts from a jug of ‘shine, the boys crawled into their tent for sleep.  Sometime later and Mother Nature called—first Dim and then his cousin.  Dim went first pissing on a nearby tree standing stark naked allowing Mother Nature to view his fine nude body.  Then he grabbed refreshment from the ice chest they had carried up from the van.
	Sasha was up and out of the tent relieving himself on a nearby bush.
	After refreshment his ownself the boys returned to the tent with Dim laying on his sleeping bag.  When Sasha crawled in he lay on his stomach on top of his bag, too.  Dim began playing with himself—a dozen or so girls of late filled his mind giving way to a very strong hard-on.
	Beside him, Sasha humped his sleeping bag.
	“Soooo soft!” he mouthed rubbing his ass and grinding.	
	“You sick fuck!” Dim chortled.
	“Mmmmm, so soft, so-so soft, so rapelly soft!”
	Sasha turned to look/watch his cousin hammering himself.  Though it was dark their eyes had adjusted to the lack of light—there was just enough ambient light to give way for the boys to see what the other was doing.
	Dmitri waggled his cock.
	Sasha slipped a hand under his body gripping his own phallic.
	Then, slowly, Sasha brought his cock gripping hand out to grip his cousin’s cock.  A first.  Dim squeezed his schlong at the base making some pause-and-go noises as he was handled.  Sasha squeezed Dim’s dong, then slowly moved his hand UP and Down pausing at one point to press his thumb to the piss slit then roll the thumb about the sensitive crown.
	Dim waited but not too long; Cousin Sasha leaned over and pressed his lips to Dim’s dick.  That was followed by engulfing the cousin’s dick—slowly at first then as the entire shaft had been sucked a few times the speed factor kicked in and the cousin-to-cousin blowjob was on!
	And it didn’t take long before Sasha moved positioning himself onto Dim’s face.  Dim didn’t mind or seem to; he fondled Sasha’s nuggets and hard boner, slapped/spanked his ass, then began nuzzling the nuggets before devouring the boner.
	Of course, he would have preferred a handsome ten year old boy but…

	Following the small game trail along Bright Creek to Free Creek the boys sighted in on a camper truck.  The map Dim had showed no road but there was a narrow-narrow mountain dirt road there beyond the bushes just the same.

	The road came in off of the main dirt road twisting its way a mile or so to the dead-end where the camper truck was parked.  It was an old truck with many-many “fish” stickers all over it.  The boy hunkered down and scanned the area finally picking up on voices.
	“Worth a look?” Dim asked his cocksucking cousin.
	Sasha shrugged and the two located the source of the “voices” minutes later.
	Actually, by the time the voices were located there was no “voicing” but something else entirely.  On a rustic nearly dilapidated picnic table lay a girl about ten or eleven with her yellow top pushed up revealing her basically flat chest.  Her pants were off on the ground while her panties dangled off of her right ankle.
	Neat!
	Oh, and a “grandfather” type man was between her opened legs fucking her.
	The little girl (actually 10 ½ yrs) wasn’t a bad looking girl; serious face that tossed from one side to the other; dark hair, dark eyes, basically flat chest, a little more tan than lily white; pubeless.  She gripped the edges of the old table as her naughty grandpa “put it to her.”  The old man had his jeans and underwear down at his ankles and his cock fully into his granddaughter’s cunt.
	Sasha positioned himself behind Dim then worked his hand around his cousin working out of Dim’s pants his cock.  Then, after working said cock out he began manipulating it.
	The grandpa was in his 60s; wore a fisherman’s cap with a dozen or so fishing lures tacked all over it.  He wore his fishing vest over a long sleeved shirt and his legs (and ass) were in need of some sun!  He rocked on, though, pumping his manhood into the eleven year old granddaughter finally cumming off a couple of minutes after Dim and Sasha’s arrival.
	The man pulled out spanking his monkey against the girl’s saturated pussy.
	The girl looked a little annoyed but most indifferent about her situation.
	Dim had managed to work Sasha’s cock out; Sasha got Dim’s pants down and his freshly freed schlong went sliding slowly up Dim’s ass.  The naughty grandpa wasn’t thru with his shenanigans with his granddaughter; after spanking her pussy with his cum squirter, gouging her cum strewn crevice he turned the girl over to assess her ass—then access her ass!
	A little spanking—with hand and then cock.  Then, on his knees and with the girl’s cheeks parted he began licking her crack!  The spying boys watched on in stunned awe—even more so when the man finally stood up and inserted with some ease his cock to the girl’s asshole.  He began pumping driving every inch of his normal old white man dick into her backdoor; his balls slapping made the only sound aside from the rustling of breezes among the trees, the babbling creek, the nearby woodpecker, and the sweat drenching the stunned awed spies.

	Five minutes later and…
	“ARRRGH!” The grandpa had cum.  A bit of power thrusting, a pull-out, then back in for the final go.  He strained, arched his back, called out for God, and made other nonsensical announcements of his achievement.  Then he pulled out again to spank his granddaughter’s ass before virtually collapsing onto the table bench seat—very nearly toppling it.
	The granddaughter had turned her head side to side all the while she had been buggered.  When the ordeal was done she sat up, rubbed her ass, looked at her grandpa (with disdain?) then pulled her panties up, grabbed her pants and struck off for the camper truck.
	That was when a naked black boy about her age came into view sporting a nice hard cock of his own—dripping cum no less!  Hmmm
	The boy made for the camp passing an apparent pissed off granddaughter.
	Kory was all smiles and nothing—nothing was going to interrupt that.  he made for the campsite grinning big.  Grandpa Noel giggled and stood blatantly upright stretching, farting, and dripping with sweat and cum.	
	“How was it?” Kory Foxsore, eleven, asked.
	“Three holes, no waiting!” snort-giggled back Noel.  Then,
	“How was yours?”
	“I didn’t go all the way into her but it was fun anyhow.” Kory said with a voice that would be bassy when he got over puberty.  He was a nice looking boy, African-American, short hair, small sized for his age group, but had a nice hard um dripping cock.
	“She seemed pissed.” Kory stated.
	“Yep.” Returned Noel matter-of-factly.
	Kory fondled his cock and eyed Noel’s still amazing hard white man cock.
	“Goddamn,” the boy said blushing, “that’s a big one!”
	Noel blushed and then beamed, “Yours isn’t so bad, either!”
	Then, the boy came to sit on the table where Noel’s granddaughter and Kory’s best friend had just been.  The table was still warm (and sticky!)  Noel checked the boy then took over handling the cock Kory was engrossed in pleasing.
	“Think she’ll stay mad long?”
	“Not sure, sometimes she gets over things easy, easier than some things and then sometimes she can stay pissed a long time.”
	“Girls!” Kory quipped.
	Noel chortled then gently eased the black boy down…

	A pair of fishing poles were up against the old camper.  A fishing vest belonging to Katey hung on the truck’s eye hook that also held the camper fast to the bed of the truck.  A sack for trash hung on a hook opposite.
	The door of the camper was only partially closed—partly open.  That gave way to the scene inside whereupon giving way for an EMAD to get a bead on a subject therein standing at the camper’s sink “washing her fresh fucked pussy and asshole.”
	Kate dropped the washcloth and stood looking a little confused.
	She had left the door open purposely so as to get a heads up on her naughty Grandpa and best friend returning.  The door was held in position by a clip at the top of the door.
	‘undo the clip.’
	Kate moved to the door and stretching up giving Dmitri and Sasha a hell of a view of her partially nude body undone the clip releasing the door.  Dim and Sasha entered into the camper finding another “subject” in the top bunk sleeping area.  She was merely five years young!
	Dim looked to Sasha, Sasha looked to Dim, Kate, and “Sally Anne.”
	Hoisting Kate up onto the sink counter he firstly hugged her, then cupped her butt pulling her onto him.  Turning around he placed her onto the table which was lower and closely examined her all over.
	Meanwhile, Sasha went up the ladder to the camper’s loft finding little Sally Anne “asleep.”  Dim’s EMAD kept her asleep.  She was naked and drenched in drying spunk.  Her pussy was a little puffy and showed signs of possible abuse.
	Laying Kate back on her back, Dim placed her legs up along his chest and entered her pussy.  Sloppy seconds wasn’t a problem for Dmitri Tsugua!
	In the loft and Sasha grinded his dick against Sally Anne’s pussy humping tenaciously squirting spunk “now and then.”
	Dim was “in” Katey finding her young pussy delightfully snug.
	Again, no Q&A—his orgasmic feelings seemed to overwhelm his desire to uncover truths.  Acquiring orgasm, though, was a bit of a toughie so he slowed his pace checking up into the loft.
	“Training pants?” he inquired.
	“Nope,” Sasha replied, “terrycloth, though.”  just as bad.

*

*(we’re no where close to the end of this chapter—not even!)
Hut Sut Raw and so on so on so on
	He wasn’t quite sure what he heard but he THOUGHT he heard,
	“She wants to suck your dick.”
	Which was surprising as the “she” was a little 7yr old girl and the “dick” belonged to a handsome 17 yr old boy!  And the one telling that 17yr old boy about the potential cocksucker was the sister of the 7yr old!  Awe!  Inspiring!
	Steve Gottagit was a nice looking lad of seventeen; dark hair, friendly boyish face full of charm.  He looked quirky and wavered between “embarrassed” and “oh yeah?” emotions when his girl of five years tolt him “she wants to suck your dick.” A guy just don’t hear that very often of his girlfriend about her sister.
	‘specially when that sister was a mere seven years old!
	Wow!
	Was it a set-up?  Steve looked around, looked bashful, gouged the heel of his hand to the bulge in his pants, then looked to his girlfriend, Danielle Justfull (DJ) for confirmation or some sign that what was proposed was legit.
	Also present was Danielle’s middle sister, Staci, and close girlfriend, Rene.
	The “subject” was close, too.
	Not far away from Site 7 was a dirt road leading to the site that one had to walk thirty feet to get to.  Just a table and a fire pit was offered—and Mother Nature all around.  At the 5,000 foot level the air was cool and abundant.  The gang had come up from the city for a day excursion with the possibility of staying over the night once at the family cabin some miles further on.  But the girls had some special engagement for early in the morning and Steve had to be at work before noon o’clock.  The trek down the mountain took two hours at least, plus the hour back to town so staying over the night meant a serious early rise and teenagers just aren’t into “early rising” at any cost.
	Steve sighed deeply—he was unsure; if he “whipped it out” he could be a dead man before getting his feet flying to his car—which was a nice late model Mustang (refurbished to the max!)  
	“Take your clothes off, Squirt!” chirped Rene.  Rene Tulsapeak was a quirky girl; long arms and legs, skinny body, lots of red-red flaming red hair, long face, and at a ripe sixteen years young had hardly any titties to speak of (or fondle.)
	Michelle giggled, blushed; then undone her pants pushing them down…
	Sister Danielle went over to help.
	Steve stood in full confusion (but with a raging hard bulging on.)
	Michelle wore an off-pink top with a silly lion picture clutching a big daisy with a bumble bee buzzing on the front.  Pink panties she wore, too.  Steve was looking like the proverbial deer in the headlights as he stared at the little girl he had known for some time—yeah, he had seen her in her underwear before, pajammies, and two piece skimpy kiddie swimsuit.  But this was different.
	Michelle tugged and worked her panties down then while holding onto her sister, Danielle helped her become stark butt naked.  Steve let out some sort of sigh as his eyes focused straight onto Michelle’s naked poon.  There was an “ache” in his face (and pants).  Then he licked his lips and Danielle had to say “Well?” twice before catching her horndog boyfriend’s attention.
	He looked to her, “What?”
	Danielle returned the look “isn’t it obvious?”
	“No” he conveyed in return.
	“Whip it out!” Rene said showing “I cant believe you didn’t get that” conveyance.
	Steve blinked his eyes and was just as confounded as could be.
	DJ shook her head sadly, “and they call us blonds airheads!” then she and her sister in question desiring to suck dick unfastened Steve’s pants tugging them down.  Twelve year old sibling, Staci, leaned her butt against a table that had partially collapsed onto one side.  She was pretty with long straight blond hair, very beautiful blue eyes, and had more titty in the titty department that Rene who was four years older!
	Steve’s dick came out right in front of Michelle’s face as DJ had his underwear down just enough to free it.  Michelle stood (nakedly) with her eyes wide—and mouth wider.  DJ caressed her sister’s naked ass all the while squeezing Steve’s average sized teenage cock with the other.  She flopped the cock, waggled it and egged her naked sister on, “Well, go on, suck it!”
	Michelle firstly took holt of the prodigious schlong, eyed it carefully, and grinning big kissed the tip.  DJ continued to caress and coo to her sibling; Michelle got a case of the giggles—she peed!  Staci came up to settle beside her naked sister—she eyed the one-eyed-monster and became a typical seven year old girl.
	An exchange of looks came between Staci and Steve.  Stacie turned a bright shade of red; then,
	“Why don’t we just all get naked?” piped Rene who was already pulling off her green top.
	DJ seemed cool with that and sat back to pull off her own top in one fell swoop leaving poor Steve even more confounded then ever.  Stacie became more embarrassed but she unfastened her shirt buttons, pursed her lips; then, removed the garment before standing up.
	Michelle began working-working-working her sister’s boyfriend’s favorite organ; squeezing it, “choking” it, grinning and seemingly admiring it before attempting to “suck it” as planned.  She made a face before big sister Danielle said, “Here, lemme show you how.” And promptly went to her knees and performed oral sex on her boyfriend.
	After a few Ups and Downs,
	“Ohhh, lemme try!” butted in Rene.
	DJ leaned back holding Steve’s prick tight at the base and the naked best friend wiggled her way between DJ and Michelle and addressed Steve’s dong quickly (and possibly not the first time).  Michelle sat back with eyes glued on the Up and Down action awed beyond belief.
	“Wanna try?” Rene said after a couple of minutes of serious slurpings.
	The offering was made to the other sibling of DJ Justfull, Staci.
	Staci was naked—they ALL were naked (save for Steve who still had his clothes on strangely.)  The girl full of embarrassment shrugged and tried to be nonchalant but was greatly uncomfortable.  She took the “offering” regardless and sucked on the head—rolled her tongue talently about the super sensitive crown, diddled her tongue into the piss slit, then engulfed the heated up member expertly sucking Steve’s dick to the point of ejaculation.
	Steve couldn’t hold back; he held his balls, made outrageous faces as the orgasm took over his body.  Staci never pulled away and completely devoured the cum squirting schlong fully and wholly.
	“Holy shit!” blurted Danielle.
	“You go girl!” said an exhilarated Rene.
	“YUCK!” quipped pending cocksucker Michelle.

	Regardless of cumming off (in Staci’s mouth), Steve’s dick remained steadfastly (and nicely) hard.  Staci was still in control; she held the penis at its base, waggled it herself, masturbated it, then pressed the saucey steaming schlong against her face.  Steve took over from there face fucking his girlfriend’s face (with the girlfriend right there!)
	A woodpecker pecked somewhere clothes; the babbling brook babbled in the background; insects filled the rest of the ambience creating the serenity of the mountain beauty.  At campsite 9 a different kind of ambient atmosphere was stirring.  Little seven year old naked Michelle who had expressed earlier to her big sister, DJ, that “I want to suck his cock!” was doing just that.
	DJ smoothed her hand over her sister’s small naked ass while she bobbed her head back and forth.  Steve Gottagit, still clothed, stood in the rigors of receiving a fine blowjob neverminding the mere fact that the blower was a seven year old girl!  With a gentle hand to the back of Michelle’s head he helped her in her efforts to bring him off.  He was capable of multi-cumming—he had done so with Danielle and Rene…
	“HERE IT CUMS!” he boldly and triumphantly announced.  A fresh hot blast of sperm exploded tumultuously into the little mouth causing Steve to arch his back and twist his body in a strange gyration—but keeping his prong blasting away into Michelle’s mouth.
	“SON-OF-A-BITCH!” Steve exclaimed.  She was good!
	But wait!  There’s more!

	Pop!  Whap!  Boing!  Zing!  Zap!  Wow!
	“That was yucky!” proclaimed Michelle.  She spat the goo out of her mouth washing it out with a can of soda.  “How do you do it?” she asked wrinkling her pretty little face up unable to really wash away the goo taste.
	“You get used to it.” returned DJ.
	“Yuck!” replied Michelle.
	“Well, Squirt,” charmed in Rene, “there’s always other things you can do if you don’t like sucking.”
	“Like what?”
	Rene blushed her turn, giggled; DJ rolled her eyes as did Staci.
	Steve had no idea what was in store for him.  Oh his aching cock!

	Laying out on their combined clothes, Steve embraced that what was orgy.  DJ, of course, got first dibs and mounted her boyfriend with everyone else behind watching the “penetration” in action.  Steve clamped his hands to DJ’s ass and gave a gentle thrust of cock to cunt and the orgy was on.  Michelle sat back still trying to wash out the distaste of the dick-taste.  She sat with folded legs beneath her fingering herself watching in utter awe “sex in action.”
	Staci was awed, too; this was up close and personal (again.)  She had earlier in the year walked in on her sister and boyfriend sexually engaged and wormed her way into their privacy.  Like Michelle, Staci sat with folded legs under her fingering herself into a tizzy.
	Rene smoked a joint and when Steve’s dick popped out of DJ’s pussy drenched in mixed juices she took it smoked it, too!  DJ slid off of her lover then copped a squat onto his face wiggling her juice box watching her best friend enjoying pole while her sisters watched on in utter fascination.
	After satisfying her mouth—Rene satisfied her pussy that was already drenched in juices.  She mounted Steve almost succumbing to orgasm right off as the cock invaded her pussy.  There was a shudder not to be believed.  DJ reached out to playfully play with her friend’s hardened nipples.  Rene began to ride Steve, clenching her legs against his fine nude body enjoying one orgasmic flush after another.
	And to further blow all who were attendance minds—the two best friends kissed.
	“Whoa baby!” chirped Michelle.
	Danielle and Rene latched lips and began Tongue Dancing.  It totally like blew everyone away—their minds, their souls, everything.  It was awesome.
	Then, after Rene got hers, Staci got hers!
	Of course, it wasn’t really the first time Staci had ridden Steve’s schlong (and it probably wouldn’t be the last!)
	After Rene’s departure, Staci handled Steve’s saucey schlong, squeezed it, wiggled it all about then placed herself onto the proud steaming prong and slid herself down onto it.  Slowly, at first, she began to “ride”.  DJ dismounted Steve’s face going to couple with Rene.
	Couple with Rene?
	While Staci enjoyed “the ride”, best friends DJ and Rene lay 69ing nearby with Rene on bottom.  Steve reached out and slap/spanked DJ’s ass as it was close to his reach.  Staci feeling the stirrings of orgasm came down to lay on the sweating heaving teenager and they coupled leaving Michelle in total wonderment.
	Steve and Staci coupled gracefully with Staci moving only her hips; her legs were bent like a frog and their passion heated up headlong into a fiery cataclysm.  Michelle was all attentive pulling her lips inward till they hurt.  Steve was in the zone—mostly cause he was unable to bring off a substantial orgasm (let alone any kind of orgasm whatsoever.)
	Staci humped and humped finding multiple orgasms thrilling her so.
	Steve spanked her ass and drove his manhood to the very brink of explosion.
	When it was over—Steve could do no more.  Somehow he dragged himself to the nearby creek and immersed himself therein.  Michelle was left with her young pussy in agony.  Not too worry; DJ, Staci, and Rene helped her out.
	Stay tuned for more!