August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Fifty Seven
Dark & Disturbing

Disturbingly Dark & Foreboding
	(or is that forbidden?)
	Bradley thrashed her head about—locking eyes to the stunned Ted and Josh.
	Melody wept and screamed indignity into Bradley’s hairless cunt.
	Although it was a horrendous that was happening—both Ted and Josh had wood (and Josh was cumming!)
	And Dmitri Tsugua fucked and fucked hard Melody’s horse cock loving cunt.
	Bradley gave him a wild dirty hard look conveying the proverb “if looks could kill!”  The EMAD was kind of taxed as it had been as overworked as Dim’s dick.  The girl clenched the carpeting, clenched her body, and endured her pussy being screamed into.
	And Melody screamed “OH! GOD!  NO! NO!  OH!  YES!  YES!   OOOOOHHHHHH!” and then nonsensical words suggesting orgasm had been achieved.  Dim pounded the girl’s cunt another whole minute without cumming off himself—so he pulled out and slammed the teen girl’s asshole.
	Not much success there but there was relief just the same.

	After a brief respite,
	Ted shucked his clothes—somewhat on his own volition but needing electronical encouragement to complete the deed.  And that deed was boning Bradley.  Melody had curled up on the floor of the van whimpering—Dim could do nothing to control her emotions so he let her be.  Bradley seethed but assumed Ted was not acting on his own.
	Bradley remained undignified with an ankle in the passenger side hand loop; the other leg outwardly free; hands bound behind her.  Ted stared at her bare naked pussy with his cock as hard as any 2x4.  Sperm was already seeping from the piss slit and lust was heavy with him.  Bradley glared at him—she sorta knew that he probably wasn’t all that overwhelmed by the minding device.
	“Get on with it!” Dim said heaving and panting from behind.  His cock was in extreme discomfort—but if a cute little ten year old girl should chance by you better believe he’d give less a shit how his cock felt and have his way with her.  Better believe it.

	Ted hesitated—he knew that she knew.
	Bradley sighed, closed her eyes and said, “Do it, do it and get it over with.”
	Ted began his assault; Bradley turned her head clenching her eyes, body, and pussy.  She winced as Ted made full vaginal penetration and got busy with the pumping.  It was uncomfortable to have sex with her back bone squashing her hands.  So, when Ted accidentally pulled out,
	“Wait.”
	Ted stepped aside—with sperm spurting, and the naked naughty vile bastard of a man (who was not actually quite a man—not quite actually even out of high school!) undone the restraints to Bradley’s wrists.
	“Don’t make me regret this,” Dim said to her—and he brought into view the handy and dandy stun gun, “or this will make YOU regret.”
	No response of any kind came from Bradley—she locked eyes onto the handheld device giving a stoic expression and nothing more.  Dim leaned against the van and Ted returned to prime position.  Melody had stopped sniveling but continued to lay in a fetal position with Josh Sprinklehead at her head—with a pleasing hard-on himself.

	“It’s called Double Penetration.”
	Both Ted and Josh were blown away as the shoveled their schlongs into Melody’s front and backdoor.  Josh was in the Front Door and deeply awed with the dynamics of sex, sex acts, sex positions.  Ted reamed Melody’s Back Door and was deeply awed with that task, too.  His hands went all over the fifteen year old co-worker; he shuddered and had a serious case of “want.”
	Young Josh S gave Mel’s cunt a generous gush of pre-teen cum; his eyes fluttered and there was even a spurt of nut juice squirting when he pulled out.  The boy fell away to lay on his back to heave and revel in the deed he had done.  He played with his aching cum squirter and when asked via a mind link,
	‘would you like to do more?’
	YEAH!
	Ditto for Ted.
	‘would you like to FUCK Josh?’
	Ted blinked his eyes and still reeling from the feeling—
	‘Yeah.’ not so enthusiastic but it was a confirmation just the same.

	It was quite a scene—one of which repulsed Bradley Shoehorse; while twelve year old Josh sucked on the cunt of Melody, Ted took the boy from behind.  Melody flailed her legs about—other than a decent horseman; she, too, was an excellent swimmer and had good legs for it.  Ted’s hands were clamped tightly to Josh’s hips and deeply impacted the boy’s back door.
	Bradley was disgusted—but then, accepting.  She displayed confusion and stared at Dmitri for a long while cocking her head and trying to determine one way or another what was going on and if she were liking it.  Confusion reigned supreme; she shook her head to try and clear it and exhibited signs of wanting to be ill.  But after closing her pretty eyes she laid down on the van’s carpeting and after positioning herself under Josh’s body—suckled his barely hairy testicles while fingering herself.
	Dim smiled—success!  Bradley’s contempt of what was transpiring among her fellow co-workers was discouraging and disruptive of the flow of things.  So, obliterating her mind of morals the EMAD beset her mind to a more twisted sense of accepting her fate and letting it be.  That made it much easier for her to consent to the unnatural wills of Dmitri Tsugua.
	And after Ted drilled Josh’s young hole and subsequently creamed it, he took Bradley’s back door as well—after a thirty minute rest.  During such time, Dim fucked Bradley’s front door and fucked it well.  He still didn’t cum but the joy of trying was good enough.  He spanked the teenage girl with his hand and then his cock; watched Josh pee on Melody’s pussy, and discover that both Ted and Josh would enjoy young girls (and boys) very-very well.
	After some time—daylight type time, the Dmitri crew was returned to society having their minds twisted, warped, thwarted, and obliterated to the point of not knowing what had happened—but having lingering effects effectively effecting their lives there after.  Dim made a mental note to check back with them later.

And now—
Back to our irregularly scheduled program
 (warning—the Strangler lurks!)

*

Reaching Out  Reaching In  Reaching Up
(in other words—reaching OUT to grab someone; reaching IN to TOUCH someone; reaching UP to FEEL someone)
	But a motto is a motto and the little church of eight hundred by the river had such a motto of Reaching Out to touch the public sinners and losers and lost souls; Reaching In to doctor and administer/minister to those aforementioned; and Reaching UP to a Higher Power.
	Insert a serious of odd to weird negative sounds here.
	Continue to insert a serious of odd and weird negative sounds here.
	To some, the good works of the Riverview Church were sound.
	To others—not so much.  The church’s “good works” were regarded as a sham and the peoples in the church were aware as were those wearing suits and blabbing about the Higher Power on a weekly basis.  One of the parishioners in attendance on that weekly basis didn’t buy the bullshit being laid out from the pulpit one bit.
	He had read the Bible.
	There had been countless hours spent studying the Scriptures.
	Other studies had been conducted on Theology; in depth immersion of religious studies, other cultures, other sources backing up the Bible and the Writers.  Nothing, though, convinced Seth Strangle of a Superior Being.  Humans, Seth perceived, were superior—superior in soiling their planet, homes, space, and themselves.
	To the point; one of the “superior” beings at first deemed to be oh so righteous and religious was observed not being so.  Philip Jokestone was a hard face/stern appearing man that upon first meeting a stranger would be rebuked by the stone cold face.  But later on, once the “stranger” got to know the hard faced man there was enlightenment.  The man DID smile, joke, and be friendly.  He worked in the nearby oilfields and was a prominent member of the 25 year old church by the river.
	So, Seth was awed when he made a discovery one Sunday morning.
	While Services were going on—Seth took a brief walk; once around the 25 year old structure and then just meandering out to the outskirts of the B-parking lot.  Seth noted Phil sitting in his blue work truck.  The truck was 4-wheel drive, blue, BIG mag wheels, tinted windows, radio antennae all over the thing.  
	Inside the truck—Phil J sat with his young daughter, Kellie.  She was a cutey and an exact look-a-like of her mother.  Long straight blond hair with special curls along each side of her pretty head.  Amazing blue eyes, incredible smile, and a flat body Seth deeply yearned to see (to finger, fondle, and “other” but more on that later…)
	Phil wasn’t one who dressed to impress.  He dressed up in as far as “nice” clean jeans and shirt—but no dress shirt.  He DID wear a tie now and then, though.  His daughter—one of two, wore a light pinkish dress that was as straight as her body and went to mid thighs.  There were pearls about her neck, a typical kid watch, ankle socks, deck shoes.
	It was to note that—
	Phil’s penis was out of his “nice” clean jeans.
	Daughter Kellie had a hand about her Daddy’s penis—working it—working it—working it.  She grinned, giggled, and at length “went down” on her Daddy’s penis taking it all in one gulp sucking it—sucking it—sucking it.  Wow.

	Phil had his right arm stretched out across the back of the bench seat reeling in the terrific blowjob he was getting from his young daughter.  He rolled his head pursing his lips as his daughter’s lips pursed him!  Slowly and did his outstretched right hand slip down the seat to rub Kellie’s backside.
	Kellie sucked—sucked—sucked.  Phil began to breath hard blowing hot air thru his nose.  Nervously he made a security sweep; left arm was crooked on the door sill; hand gripping the tilted up steering wheel.  Opening his legs the man’s fully engorged cock went fully into his ten year old daughter’s mouth.
	That back-rubbing-hand slipped further down to Kellie’s butt.
	Kellie worked her Daddy’s cock with one hand; snaked the other back to pull up her pinkish dress.  Phil tensed up—looked around again, then moved his hand to Kellie’s ass.  More rubbing, more security checks.  Then,
	As Kellie neared bringing her Daddy off—
	Phil slipped his daddy fingers inside his daughter’s off-pink panties.
	Not only did the man “surge” he groaned, moaned, and began to pump.
	Kellie gyrated her hips before inching down her panties.  Phil caressed the girl’s ass all over; squeezed this cheek, then that one.  then—THEN—his fingers went delving into her crack area followed by poking and exploring her asshole.
	Kellie worked her panties down to her ankles, then rolled her entire body to where her backside was against the seat and propped a leg up.  Phil nervously looked around again and noted the time—the preacher would be blabbing now and would do so for another 45-minutes.  There was time.
	Slowly—slowly—slowly and did Phil begin fingering his daughter’s pussy.
	His still hard thoroughly engorged cock lay upside her head spurting a little sperm.  Kellie inched her dress up to her belly button and lay her head on her Daddy’s lap—giggling and grinning.  Phil fingered her pussy until such a time as he was about to bust wide open.  Phil slid down onto the seat quickly-hurriedly-clumsily undoing his jeans and getting them down along with his underwear.
	Kellie slid herself onto her Daddy’s face and once more began sucking his dick.  Phil, meanwhile, patted his daughter’s ass and began licking out her fantastic tweeny pussy.  Pumping action into Kellie’s mouth soon followed.  One knee braced against the back of the seat while the other locked up against the back of the tilted up steering wheel.  Phil J was in agony.
	Soon, though, there was relief.
	Phil batted his eyes and let out a very satisfying moan as gobs and gobs of hot sticky milky cum squirted into Kellie’s mouth.  The quirky girl continued to giggle and lapped up all the spewing spunk.  Still, though; Phil’s dick was hard (hard enough to pump oil with.)
	So,
	Kellie turned about…
	The little girl’s ass was right up against the steering wheel; her Daddy’s hands were clamped tightly to her lovely lily white ass; her Daddy’s cock was deeply embedded into her sweet ten year old pussy.  Not all of the daddy cock but most; there was slight pussy pumping, a lot of grinding, a hell of a lot of naughtiness and desire to encroach on even more.
	Two young peoples, teenage girls, came into view coming onto the lot.
	Phil’s naughty cock went squirtingly further into his daughter’s pussy; his eyes fluttered with his head cocked back down into that space between the seat and the door, his brow against the bottom part of the arm rest.  His cock surged and surged and drained and drained as it fired and emptied into Kellie’s wondrous cunt.  The girl lay heaving on her heaving Daddy; her prim white ass a delight to see; Phil’s hands remained clamped tightly to the cheeks, squeezing them and prying them open, diddling her asshole…
	The two intruders slipped onto the lot then made way to a fresh red painted VW Bus van.  They were approximately thirteen or so; a blond and brunette, one a little taller than the other.  The shorter one wore a black skirt with a black/white checkered V-top revealing a bit too much but no one seemed to mind.
	The taller girl had jeans and a nice top; long-long hair, a nice face with rich full lips, hoop earrings, impressive melons for a girl her age.  She seemed serious and not as “friendly” as her companion.  Both girls got into the VW van and quickly “disappeared” from view.
	Seth’s view was preoccupied at the current time so he let the girls be—he assumed what they were doing (and his assumption was correct.)
	Phil continued reeling/recovering from his defiling deed but gathered himself and clumsily pulled up his pants and underwear.  After cracking the back window he sat in the driver’s seat seemingly concerned—or feeling regret.  Daughter Kellie sat in the passenger seat—naked, diddling her fresh fucked cummy cunt.  Daddy Phil watched her—with concern (or lust?)
	I’m going with lust—how about you?

*

	Safe bet that where there are yipping-yapping-giddy teenage girls there’s something worthy of investigating.  And what was better that those yipping giddy teenagers were in their junior high and high school cheerleader uniforms making and selling pancakes.  Sales were zooming on that brisk Saturday morning—sex sales!  Out in the parking lots, too; car washes with those other cheerleaders.  
	After getting his own ride washed, Seth Strangle parked in the overflow lot to watch the girls continue their work.  He wasn’t alone.  Eventually, though, he strolled to make for the church’s gym and play a little ball; however,
	Another girl caught his eye.
	She wasn’t in a cheerleading outfit but was a member of the church.
	After crossing the largest lot on a parallel—the Intended crossed the side street and entered the church’s large park.  No one else was at the park.  She was up to something Seth was sure.  Maybe not—but Seth had a feeling.
	After leaving his bronze 69 Chevy, Seth temporarily lost sight of the Intended girl—then he saw her still walking making for the very back area of the park by the baseball field.  There was the wooden backstop with some bleacher seating on either side.  The girl slipped behind the backstop and once more disappeared from sight.
	The park butted right up next to the river.  The river came down from a very large lake 45 minutes from the church.  Wasn’t much of a river as farmers and agriculture took most of the water before it reached the church—the river went on dissecting the City from the County and on and on and on for miles and miles and miles to a manmade lake where it ceased to flow any further (but underground to aquifers.)
	A huge horse ranch was on both sides of the river by the church; private homes a few were about, too; passed the one of many bridges spanning the river were some mobilehome parks, smaller horse ranches, rundown areas, redneck living at its finest.  From the church park to the river’s edge was about fifty feet and all overgrown brush.  The Intended went down to the river’s edge where she put her feet in the cool refreshing water—and lit up a cigarette.
	She was a pretty girl, long straight golden brown hair; simple features, naïve on some things, curious about everything.  She WAS thirteen and wanted to be “cool”—and smoking was one way she thought would make her that way.   She just needed practice.
	She choked, sputtered, and retched as she tried her first ciggy.
	The second didn’t go much better.
	‘I got something better for you to smoke!’ interrupted Seth minding to the girl via a mind altering device ‘but you have to be naked to smoke it!’
	Jenny Hardtoe, thirteen, stood shucking her jeans.  She was a pretty girl, plain, but pretty.  She had potential—‘specially when naked!  Simple typical blue jeans; white panties.  The girl had good form, nice butt and perfectly shaped breasts.  The blue tennis shoes came off and then the pants.  She was up from the bank of the river further into the brush where she was absolutely safe from any possible view—and from possibly slipping off of the bank to the refreshing but chilling river.
	A knit green sleeveless top came off followed by her simple white bra.
	Standing in her basic white panties she was indeed quite pretty.

	With her panties off, Jenny was even prettier!
	On her knees sucking his cock—even more!
	Unlike with Dmitri—no mind probing, no mind Q&A.
	After the blowjob, taking a few minutes to work up a good blast, the girl was lain down on her clothes.  Jenny had never given a blowjob before but was pretty good at it.  She spat out the goo after retching, gagging, and very nearly vomiting.  A great deal of spunk matter was splattered onto her sweet innocent face and thereafter was laid out on the ground.
	She was a virgin.
	Seth didn’t care.
	A nice sweet pussy, a light covering of pubes, smooth puffy lips, no evidence of taking dick.  Seth smiled and “helped himself.”  Thereafter,
	Grinding his cock against the mindless girl seemed the thing and brought him great pleasure.  ‘why spend forty-five minutes listening to some chap yapping about your damned soul not in hopes of saving it for salvation but for the few dollars in your wallet when you can get a ‘ho for a few dollars and a few minutes!’ a quote from some old black man Seth liked downtown in the Slums.  
	Grind-grind-grind
	Hump-hump-hump
	And when the unfortunate girl’s pussy was wet enough it was fucked.
	Jenny’s eyes bulged sharply as Seth’s schlong slithered dramatically into her sex.  The girl twisted some and put on a face indicating “awareness.”  Seth drove his cock fully into the girl essentially “fucking her brains out.”

*

Boy trouble
	The church by the river had a lot of real estate—the church itself with its associative buildings for on-going schooling other than just on Sunday, a gym, kitchen, offices, daycare, and other out buildings for various functions.  On casual observance one fine Summery day it was observed Justin Birdtrain utilizing one of the out buildings across C-parking lot.
	He wasn’t using it for “church” business, either.
	C-parking lot butted up against some wilderness, a deep depression in the landscape where it was for some goats and pigs.  A great iron pole fence surrounded the animals, there was plenty of water—siphoned from the nearby canal fed from the nearby river.
	Justin acted sneaky and since he was in the company of a couple of boys he was worthy of a looksee.  

	The extended outbuilding where other church activities took place there were many rooms; a main room, bathrooms, kitchen and dinning.  In one of the multi use rooms located in the rear of the building young Justin was in the company of a couple of young-young boys.
	The boys were nice looking fellows; one dark hair one brown.  Cute little turds—about nine years each.  Justin checked the three doors in the room, the drapes were already drawn.  There were tables, a podium, and chairs in the room.  The carpeting was royal blue with the walls a shade of blue.  After making security checks,
	“Take off your clothes.”
	Tray Attaboy and Ricky Itchballs stood still for a moment then began stripping to their skin.  Meanwhile, Justin did likewise.  Bold!  The slender built son of the second banana preacher of the church had a nice hard-on that he stroked not only right in the faces of Tray and Ricky but against their faces, too!  The boys giggled, grinned, and were delicious as the stood in their birthday suits!
	Justin pressed his cock against the handsome naked boys and the boys just stood there—grinning and giggling!  Then—THEN Justin’s schlong was probing into the boys’ mouth—one at a time!  Amazing!  And being only a few years older, Justin’s schlong was capable of full inserting.
	The boys took holt of Justin’s dong and stroked it, cupped his hairy balls and pleased the fourteen year old naughty Christian boy to no end.  Justin held off cumming—saving it for later.  After his cock was thoroughly sucked, though, he sat down in one of the cushiony seats bringing Tray to lay across his lap.
	SMACK!
	SMACK!
	SMACK!
	Three hard smacks to Tray’s bare ass but the boy didn’t seem to be too concerned or upset.  He no longer grinned and/or giggled and shed a few tears but didn’t wrestle or cry out in anguish.
	After the spanking the boy was stood up and his little penis partially hard was fondled—fondled—fondled.  Then it was Ricky’s turn.  With Ricky, though, Justin dug his fingers into the boy’s crack—followed by probing into the boy’s asshole!  This was followed by—
	Up on one of the conference tables both boys sat—then were laid down with their legs dangling over the edge.  Justin then pushed Tray’s legs back having him himself hold his own legs back while Justin sucked on the boy’s balls!  WOW!  That was followed by fully sucking on the boy’s cock while shoving a finger up the boy’s hole!
	After some fingerbanging—tongue lashing.  Justin stood fully naked licking Tray A’s asshole.  He did!  Fully naked, too!
	Before sodomizing Tray, though, Justin sidestepped and tongue lashed Ricky.  Cock, balls, asshole.  The trifecta of gaydom.  And after thoroughly licking out Ricky’s sex—Justin returned to Tray whereupon he inserted his pud and fucked him.
	Tray giggled some but expressed a concerned face all the while continuing to hold his legs back.  Justin made full anal inserting and went three minutes before blasting his load.  The fuck was intense.  Intense but not dramatic—just determinate.  After cumming, Justin pulled out and spanked the boy’s crack and balls with his soiled schlong.  He breathed hard and needed a breather—and a cleaning.  Looking upon the naked Tray, though, there was lust in Justin’s eyes.  He smoothed his hands over the young boy’s body before going to the room’s bathroom to clean his schlong.
	Then,
	After thoroughly sodomizing Ricky, cumming onto the boy’s balls, Justin climbed up onto the boy’s chest to hump him there, too.  And that was followed by “sitting” on the boy’s face saying—“suck ‘em!” which inferred that Tray suck his (Justin’s) balls!
	And he did!
	Then, Justin turned about and laid down on the boy saying,
	“Lick my hole!”
	Amazing, Tray held back not a second and went to licking Justin’s crap chute!  Amazing!  More amazing was Ricky (on Justin’s command) got up and PUT HIS DICK INTO JUSTIN’S ASSHOLE!  His fresh licked cornhole was plunged by eight year old Ricky Itchballs!
	Then there was more spanking—accept, this spanking came from Justin on his knees on the floor and the two fine naked young boys spanking him!  they not only spanked him bare handedly—they peed on him, too!  Right on his pooper the young-young boys urinated when they expressed that they needed to go pee.
	The boys then were talked into sucking one another; first on their knees servicing one at a time then 69ing.  Whatever boy was on top—Justin spanked his ass, fingered his hole, then sodomized him while the boy underneath sucked his friend’s dick.
	After a time and the trio were in the shower together—spying Seth Strangle learned of HOW Justin was getting the boys to act so.  It was seen that neither boy acted out or even acted muchly on their own volition.  Some other “force” was at play and sure enough—there was a small handheld mind altering device in Justin’s hand.

	Seth would have thought the preacher boy would have chosen girls—but to each his own.  After the shower it was back to more spanking, peeing—Justin taking a turn to urinate on the boys’ balls, and then as a finale more good ole fashion “up the ass.”  Justin sodomized both boys, spanked them, and then—they, in turn, did likewise unto him.  Amazing!

*

There’s more! But wait!
	Quite the scene—Justin laying on Tray sucking the little boy’s dick; his own ass spread wide revealing his glory hole of which the other little boy was conscripted into licking, fingering, spanking, and then fucking.  Quite the scene indeed.  And after Ricky had fucked Justin’s hole as much as he could—Justin creamed on Tray’s chest!  It was awesome!
	After rolling off of the soiled Tray, both naked eight year olds suckled on Justin’s musty balls further sending Justin into euphoria.  More spanking followed before cleaning themselves up—just themselves.  Justin cared less a fuck about the piss puddle on the blue carpet.  Less a fuck!
	Then,
	At home, trouble.
	Something about a teacher ratting Justin out about a poem he supposedly wrote for class and got a wondrous “A” for—but turns out it was written by some other bloke in the 1800s.  It was an obscure poem Justin thought no one would notice.
	It was noticed.
	And Justin’s Dad, the second banana preacher for the church by the river, wasn’t amused.  Not in the least.  After confronting Justin with the plagiarized poem Justin was yanked into his room.  The boy knew the score as it had been sung many times before.  Many.  Down came his pants and underwear and the beating commenced.
	No bare hand to bare ass—it was belt on to bare ass.
	Justin’s lily white ass tightened as the belting came; he clenched his bed and arched his back as strike after strike turned his white arse to near bloody red.  All the while his Dad berated him about how ashamed he was and what a disgrace it was for the son of a preacher to be such a worthless shit.
	When Donald Birdtrain finally stopped—his son’s ass was a bright tomato red.  The man, who stood 6’4” and was very slender, breathed hard, perspired, and wore a three piece beige suit.  Justin stood rubbing his burning ass—and sporting an impressive hard-on!  It was more than it was hours prior when he had been with Tray and Ricky!
	Justin’s Dad stared at his naked son with a boner raging.  A curious look befell upon his stern face.  Then,
	“Suck my cock!” Justin said in a low voice.
	Donald Birdtrain blinked his eyes, cocked his head this way and that, then—THEN moved to his knees and TOOK HIS SON’S DICK into his mouth!  He did!  Justin stood somewhat sneering—then grinning as his ass beating Dad gobbled on his cock.
	More mind blowing events were to follow.
	Such as—
	Justin laying on his backside on his bed, holding his legs back (completely naked at this time.)  Then, Justin’s Dad LICKING OUT HIS SON’S ASSHOLE!  Followed by stripping off his clothes and taking his own hard dick to his son’s dirt chute and sodomizing him!
	WOW!
	Cum was squirted onto Justin’s nuggets—followed by Justin’s preacher daddy sucking those cum covered nuggets clean!  His own spunk!  Donald then re-spanked his son—this time using his cock and hands.
	Justin didn’t fuck his Dad but he humped his Dad’s balls before ending their private session with sucking his Dad’s cock.
	It was a mind blower and quite a scene.

*

The Not So Secret Club
	Sighting in on the little girl—well, that was just a thing to do.  It gave him pleasure; for one, she was damn cute, very pretty, and alone.  That combination was definitely worthy of investigating.  She wore a nice pretty short kiddie Sunday-go-to-Church dress, white knee socks, dress shoes; little blue plastic ribbons in her golden brown hair with on cloth blue ribbon twisted in the single dancing pony tail.
	She was all kinds of cute.  All kinds!
	And the Intended was no more than five—five!
	The Church by the River had several parking lots, including one by the church’s park.  A-B-C-and Overflow.  The Intended, Jessica Tiretree, wandered about aimlessly—lost.  She didn’t seem too frightened but looked around in bewilderment.
	Then Seth Strangle came into view scooping the girl up quickly and whisking her off to his pick-up.  The truck was extended cab, heavy tinted windows, bench seat in the rear, sunroof, bitchin’ stereo.  Into the extended cab area did Seth take Jessica and there—THERE he did commence with naughty.

	Naughty Business 101
	Firstly, while sitting on his lap he merely hugged her; then smoothed his hands down her thighs—raising her legs then smoothing his hand to the underside of them becoming more and more aroused and sexually depraved.  Seconds later and the girl’s bright yellow panties were slipped off her legs.  The mindless girl stared with mouth open smelling strangely of watermelon!
	Once little Jessica’s dress was off, Seth held her on his lap caressing her.  A squeeze, a caress, a hand smoothing over her very young flat body with a finger slipping down to her innocent virgin pussy.  Finger-finger-finger!  The intensity of his illicit lust increased—along with his depravity.  
	Slowly he undone his dress wool slacks and pushed them down—no undies.
	His manhood went instantly right to Jessica’s smooth snatch.
	Could he be such a dog?
	He could.
	Pressing the head of his manhood against her soft slit—Seth Strangle began making entry.  His hands continued to go about the young girl; caressing her thighs, hugging her to his chest, pressing the head of his prick into her sex.  
 	The determination increased and soon little naked Jessica was laid out on the narrow bench seat, legs up along Seth’s naked chest, Seth’s hard cock determinately penetrating.  The little girl made a face, clenched, and seemed to be “aware” of her situation.  Seth put his fingers over her mouth and shushed her; then continued on with the penetration until he was more than satisfied.

*
The not so secret Secret Club
	Seth wasn’t the only one of the Church by the River who liked the naked ass of a little girl.  Seth also liked her ass and in following it around the church one day he discovered The Secret Club whereas “Maryanne” was the only girl of said club.  The other members were boys—a white boy, an Indian boy, a Chinese boy, and an African-American type boy.  All eight years young.
	The white boy came from a very good family—they owned businesses (and people).  He always dressed well, was nice, looked nice, and for a long time did Seth wish to see him naked.  
	That went for the other boys in the Secret Club; Miko Singbelly, Tahj Leftoestinks and Teddy Mowtrigger.  Teddy was African-American—gotta have one of those in your club or you’ll get a visit from the ACLU (American Colored Lovers Union).  Miko Singbelly was Chinese, Tahj was Indian—non-American Indian.  Nice boys; colorful, happy-go-lucky youths who had Maryanne as their token “girl” in their club of political correctitude.
	Thing was, though, with the “club”—it was supposed to be “a secret.”  Maryanne, however, blabbed to her Daddy whom she adored and told everything to.  Daddy Danny happened to make mention of the club and so—there you are.
	The boys voted their only girl out and that made Maryanne very unhappy.
	Danny was very unhappy—and though the boys, too, were happy the “snitch” was out (of the club) they were also a little unhappy.  Having a “girl” in the club meant freebies—like afternoon picnics, muffins, cinnamon cookies, homemade fudge, a trip to the news station where Danny worked as a sports casters and part-time news desk presenter.
	Soooo,
	Danny had to pave the way in order to get his beloved daughter back in the club.  And one afternoon…

	Aaron Hugealley was the first to arrive at the Hosetanner house, a nice two-story townhouse not too far from the Church (by the River.)  The boy had a nice doo; thick rich blond hair, slightly styled but a little mussed up the way HE liked it when not in parental view.  A dress shirt—even on playdays and at playdates; dress slacks and shoes.  He was clean, smelled fresh, and had a nice smile.  He was offered cookies & milk and he gladly helped himself.  Maryanne was no where to be seen.
	Miko Singbelly arrived nextly with Tahj Leftoestinks.
	Teddy Mowtrigger was last and gleefully sat at the kitchen bar having generous portions of cookies, milk, fudge, homemade potato chips—all without a parental unit around save for the generous host, Danny Hosetanner.  Afterwards,
	Upstairs.
	Upstairs to Maryanne’s room where the boys had sometimes assembled to discuss Club functions, a sleepover, and so forth.  Good wholesome fun (with clothes on!)  Maryanne was waiting.  She stood at the foot of her bed; simple blue pants, simple blue top.  She was a blond and wore her hair in differing styles once a week—this week it was ultra curly with heavy bangs with long straight hair going down to the middle of her backside.  She was a cutey, a fantastic smile, pretty smart scholastically speaking and the boys—as a whole, liked her (save for the blabbing part about the Club.)
	“For a Club to exist there must be discipline!” Danny spouted.  
 	“Discipline is the Spirit of Willing Submission to social or moral laws.  Discipline aims at Order and Obedience; and self control.  In the absence of discipline a play ground could become a battle field and society become chaos.”
 	“No society can exist without discipline.” 
	“In the army of the workers there must be discipline; there must be comradeship, there must be unity; you are the officers of this army, you are the leaders!” (quote from Fidel Castro!)
	The boys stared at one another—then stared at Mr. H, then to Maryanne.  To Maryanne they conveyed—“What the fuck is wrong with your Dad?”
	“Discipline, boys!”
	And seemingly on cue, Maryanne turned around and bent over onto her bed.
	She sighed—and waited.
	Danny looked to the bewildered and confused boys.
	“What gives?” asked a timid Aaron.
	Danny smiled saying, “Well, for this Club, for Maryanne’s infraction, I think disciplinarian action should be sufficient.”
	“Whattya mean?” asked Teddy.
	Danny smacked his daughter’s butt.
	“What do you think?” smiled Danny, “a couple of smacks from the each of you ought to help her remember to keep her mouth shut about Club activities AND the existence of the Club itself!”
	The boys were all smiles, still confused, but a chance to smack someone?  Someone like Maryanne?  Cool!  Way cool!
	Of course, thinking of spanking and actually following thru was another thing.  Danny landed the first smack—it was light but made a sound just the same.  Then he took Aaron by the hand leading him into position—between himself and Maryanne.  On some encouragement—enhanced by Danny holding an mind altering device in hand—Aaron smacked Maryanne’s ass.
	One smack—two smacks—three!
	None of which were very hard.
	Tahj came nextly and was all giggles but landed his three smacks and had a noticeable erection in his beige walking shorts.  Miko was next followed lastly by Teddy.  Then,
	“Ok, honey,” Danny said to Maryanne, “take ‘em down.”
	Maryanne sighed, the boys gasped, and Maryanne pushed her pants down.
	None of the boys present had seen a girl in her underwear.
	“Whoa!”
	“Wow!”
	“Yikes!”
	Whow!”
	 	Once more, Aaron and the other boys took their turns giving Maryanne’s ass a smack—once, twice, thrice!  This time, Maryanne clenched and flinched.  This time, along with Tahj, Arron, Miko, and Teddy had pronounced erections.
	 	Those erections became even more when Danny said,
	“Ok, take ‘em down!”
	And Maryanne pushed down her panties.
	And Maryanne PUSHED DOWN HER PANTIES!

	 	Mouths were open, eyes were wide; Maryanne’s eight year old ass was bare and there.  And once more—the boys lined up to smack their hands to the girl’s ass.  It was AWESOME!  Well, it was for the boys.  Maryanne sniveled, cringed, and clung to the bed hard.  The boys lined up and once more smacked their ex-club member (but again—not so hard.)
	Then--
	“Take off YOUR clothes!”
	The boys blinked, stood with mouths agape—but slowly, one by one, Aaron, Tahj, Miko, and Teddy stripped off their clothes being reminded,
	“Undies, too!”
	And cums to find out—Tahj was going Commando Style (no undies!)
	The boys stood shoulder to shoulder with only a mild shock to the sweet young faces.  Each boy had a wonderful erection before them—their eyes all focused to Maryanne’s narly naked ass.
	“Ok, honey,” Mr. H said, “your turn.” Depending on your point of view.
	Maryanne got up from the bed, turned and rubbed her burning ass before approaching the ass beating boys.  She then went to her knees and sucked on Teddy’s erection first!
	She sucked and sucked and sucked and then sucked some more.
	Five minutes worth.
	Then Tahj got a five minute blowjob followed by Miko and then Aaron.
	By then, Daddy Danny was naked, too.
	The boys didn’t seem to notice—or care.
	Neither did his daughter.
	After sucking the boys into a unique euphoric feeling none of them had ever experienced—more unique euphoric feelings none of them had ever experienced were to cum.  Danny patted the bed and Maryanne hopped onto it grimacing some as her tender eight year old ass still smarted from the beating.  She laid out on her back with legs open.  Danny operated the EMAD allowing the boys to “see” Maryanne’s nakedness for what it was.
	They stood totally mesmerized gawking barely aware that they themselves were naked let alone Mr. H.  And it was Miko who got first dibs—that is, licking out Maryanne’s pussy.  Five minutes worth.  And while he licked, lapped, and drove his tongue into foreign territory—Danny caressed, smoothed, and spanked the boy’s ass.
	The other lads just stood with amazing boners gawking and in total-total bewilderment.  Tahj took his turn followed by Aaron and then Teddy.  And though he was only a mere eight, Aaron spurted spunk.  He did!  

 		And so as not to be wasteful, when Danny saw sperm shooting out of Aaron dorkus the lad was hoisted up and “put into position” for fucking.  His little dink was manipulated into Maryanne’s pussy and let the fucking begin!  Natural instinct and Danny’s schooling helped the white “get some.”

After each boy got his five minutes ride—of which time they were also spanked AND fingered, Maryanne got her “second turn.”
	“Lay down.” Danny told Aaron.
	Aaron wrinkled his nose and was in total to absolute confusion—but laid down on the bed not prepared for what happened nextly.  He had never been “spanked” before—and certainly not by a girl!  But that was what happened—Maryanne landed FIVE goodly hand smacks to Aaron’s very white eight year old ass.  Aaron was only partially aware; he cried some, winced and made all sorts of faces.  When the spanking was done, he stood up and stood between the naked Mr. H’s legs to be caressed, fondled, masturbated, and probed.
	Maryanne needed a break as her hand was singing.  She fingered her aching well fucked cunt and after a few minutes (and switching sides) Miko got his little Chinese butt smacked.
	Tahj and Teddy got theirs, too.
	After some anal probing via Danny’s finger, Aaron was hauled up onto Danny’s lap.  There, after daughter Maryanne SUCKED HIS COCK and then helped guide his cock into her friend’s hole—Aaron Hugealley, eight years young, was sodomized.
	Seth smiled.
	Danny Hosetanner was a proud member of the river church; was in the choir, was an usher, taught an adult Sunday school, and led a prayer group during the week.  A proud-proud upstanding Christian!
	Not all of Danny’s adult dick went into the eight year old boy—but the head and two inches of shaft did.  Danny’s hands clamed tightly to the young boy’s ass; Danny had to pull out and then reinsert several times before finally a blast of hot adult man cum spewed up into the boy’s hole.
	By then, daughter Maryanne had finished with Miko and was onto Tahj.
	Aaron was removed from Danny’s lap and Miko took his place.
	After each boy got his ass smacked—and then fucked, Danny spent as much as ten minutes dinking with their minds via the EMAD.  Maryanne’s mind was also “touched”.  The whole group left the girl’s bedroom and migrated to the bathroom for a group bath.

*

What to do with a thirteen year old—why, fuck her of course!
	Why thirteen year old boys, fourteen and fifteen year old boys, twelve year old boys were ratting out their teachers for having sex with them was beyond Seth’s understanding.  He would have thought (and did so) that getting laid by a hot English teacher would be cool and not something in the “molestation” bracket.
	Twelve, thirteen, fourteen and fifteen year old girls, too, were complaining about getting sex from their male teachers.  Who’d a thunk it!  Seth was confused but let it be and went on to—
	One of those thirteen year olds involved with her teacher.
	The teacher taught Sunday School at the Church by the River as well as Science and Agriculture at a junior high school.  The thirteen year old was a student at the junior high school.  The teacher was the parent of the thirteen year old—so, there you have it.
	The pair were first observed in the enclosed foyer just before services hugging one another and after it was so noticed that there was something special on their faces.  An enlightenment?  A glorious feeling of love between Father and Daughter?  Seth attributed the “look” to that of orgasmic lust—or one about to happen.
	Lots of peoples about in the enclosed foyer; lots of Intendeds, too!  Seth let them be but was hard pressed to do so when some perky young teenagers bounded in and started yapping.  Seth knew a way to shut them up!  Five of them—all in jeans and nice-nice tops.  Perky titties, bouncy hair, sweet faces, one with glasses, one with braces, two equipped with “camel toe.”
	But it was Mark McShane and his daughter, Nellie, that kept Seth’s attention; especially after Seth caught Daddy Mark “copping a feel” of his daughter’s ass.  Then, afterward, the two went out the side door and not into the main church body as did the wife and two younger McShane children—a boy and a girl.  Down the side of the church building, around the backside, and then to the two-story block “C” building housing the school rooms, arts & crafts, gym, kitchen, meeting hall, and so on and so forth like that there.
	Up the stairs and to a room Not in Use.
	Room 101  Art Room #3
	Once inside the two hugged and “seriously hugged”.
	There was a lip lock not commonly associated between Father and Daughter.
	More ass grabbing.
	Then,

	Out of his pants—quick as a wink—came Mark’s cock.  It was hard, it was “longer than average”, and it was hard.  Nellie put her fingers about it and “worked” it giggling and grinning all the while before leaning down and taking it into her mouth.  The images of Aaron, Miko, Tahj, and Teddy sucking on Danny H’s cock filled Seth’s mind.  Fine naked young boys having no qualms about sucking a man’s dick.  The image of young Maryanne laying on her back, legs open, pussy exposed also filled his mind—and then some!
	Back to present—
	Nellie on her knees fully taking her Daddy’s dick sucking him whilst cupping and squeezing his hairless balls.  The girl had sucked dick before—she gobbled it, slurped and sucked, rolled her tongue about the super sensitive crown, diddled her tongue into the piss slit, then sucked-sucked-sucked.
	There was the explosion of liquid love in a couple of minutes time.
	Nellie took the goo grinningly.
	Daddy Mark sank into himself being very relieved.  He moaned and leaned against a counter fondling himself while he recovered.  And while he recovered, daughter Nellie stripped off her clothes.  No hesitation—and apparently, no Electronic Mind Altering Device in use, either.  The girl wore a short-short light gray non-pleated skirt, a white top, no panties.
	Once nude, she stood fingering herself eyeing her Daddy’s flopping dong that slowly-slowly returned to full strength mode.  The girl grinned and grinned and Seth thought of Danny’s grin as he held each of the boys on his lap.
	Oh, and yeah—Maryanne was reinstalled into the Secret Club.
	Once Mark’s cock was hard enough to float an ark, Nellie positioned herself on a desk that was “just the right height” and Daddy Mark approached her stroking his cock, swinging his balls, and lusting like a Daddy should—er, shouldn’t.  Nellie spread her legs, closed her eyes and undulated in anticipation.  Mark dragged his cock up and down his daughter’s pussy that was no where close to being virginal.
	Nellie clutched the desk’s edge, pulled in her lower lip and despite not being so virginal made a face as her Daddy’s “more than average” cock entered her.  The head and part of the shaft disappeared then came out to hump against the crevice.  Seth wondered about the “other” two children, the ten year old girl especially.  Was Daddy Mark doing her, too?
	Mark’s penis returned to Nellie’s snatch box and this time went slithering ALL THE WAY IN.  Then the pumping began.  Mark fondled his daughter’s lovely teenage breasts and pumped-pumped-pumped.  And like with the Horsetanner family—Seth Strangle involved himself at the end.  He waited until Mark got his balls off, hugged and loved on his daughter, engaged in a serious lip lock that segued to Frenching, cupped her ass and lifted her off of the desk and continued loving her for several minutes.
	Thereafter and Seth sank his pud into the teenager’s pussy.  Sloppy seconds didn’t bother him—he had waited until Maryanne’s club boys had fucked her!  Amazingly, the young-young girl had a nice snug snatch.  Whether or not her Daddy was boning her wasn’t clear—he seemed to be more interested in boy holes.
	After emptying his ball juice into Nellie’s cunt—he rolled her over onto the desk and admired her slightly tan ass.  Then, he spanked it.  Three good smacks with his bare hand and then he probed her dirt chute with his tongue, finger, and cock.
	Seemed the thing to do.
*

Parking lot frolics
	“just ‘cause you have a license—”
	One fine Sunday morning in Parking Lot “B” this was going on:
	Two girls were in the family car vying for the driver’s seat wanting to drive.  Both girls had driver’s license; one girl was of age to drive and had just gotten her license to drive on public roads the week previous.  The other girl had a computer printed license giving her privileges to drive her tricycle on the sidewalk out in front of her house.  Girl number one was sixteen, girl number two was six.
	Ellen Happenview, sixteen, new driver, was with very nice body; athletic, long limbs, short butt/waist, long face, dazzling blue eyes.  Her long blond curly hair was strawberry-like and she SMELLED of strawberries.  Not a lot of jewelry, just earrings and a simple necklace.
	Lisa, six, also a new driver, was a typical six year old (sorta).  Same-like hair color but more brown than blond but with strawberry-like color scheme, too.  The girl also had brown eyes.  She was all kinds of fidgety, fussy, wiggly—a typical attribute of a six year old.
	The girls’ fussing over who was going to drive brought the undue attention of their father, David.  David Happenview was in good standing with the church by the river but he was dressed like it was a “Saturday; time to change the oil in the family car.”  His girls were similarly dressed, casual attire.  Seth always understood that going to church, especially on Sunday mornings, was like going to see your Dad and you should “dress up” and look good in doing so.
	Ellen, from the passenger side, looked to her Dad pleadingly.
	Lisa sat in the driver’s seat wiggling, playing with the steering wheel and making “vroom! vroom!” sounds.  Typical six year old.
	“Get in the backseat!” said her father with a little stern voice.
	“Mom wants me to go home and get that present for Ms. Wattlight.”

	David nodded—and watched his teenager daughter slide herself over to the driver’s seat.  There was a nice “crotch shot” as the girl maneuvered over the floor mounted gear selector and emergency brake handle.  David leaned down peering through the passenger side window.  Lisa, in the backseat continued to be fussy and getting into everything she possible could.
	David paused—Ellen paused as she had the keys waiting for her Dad to say something or do something.  Then,
	“Take off your clothes.” he said to the girl in the backseat.
	Lisa didn’t even hesitate and Ellen didn’t even protest.
	David opened the passenger door and slid in; and after looking around for security’s sake fished out his cock, gave it a good stroking, a waggling, then stretched out his left arm bringing down his non-fussy or alarmed daughter.  Ellen put her mouth down onto the daddy-dong and instantly began bobbing her head; in the backseat, six year old Lisa was naked.
	David groaned and gazed upon his naked six year old with great building lust.
	“Put your legs up, honey.” David said in a low almost whispering voice.
	Ellen continued to suck-suck-suck while Lisa positioned herself placing her feet on the headboard/ceiling of the car.  David stretched out his hand and began caressing Lisa’s thigh and mostly her ass and virgin pussy.
	Finger-finger-finger—then,
	BLAST OFF!
	He felt the surge and then there it was—a blast of cum spewing into Ellen’s mouth.  It was undoubtedly brought on by the finger-finger-fingering of his daughter Lisa but the blowjob from daughter Ellen was also a factor.
	After the last squirt of liquid fatherly love blasted into the new licensed driver’s mouth—
	“Take off your clothes.”
	Ellen didn’t even hesitate and began peeling off her clothes.
	David watched her, looked around the parking lot, then returned to fondling, caressing, smoothing, and fingering his six year old.  This helped revitalize his manly manhood.  With the steering wheel tilted up and the driver’s seat back full, David mounted his teenage daughter guiding his cock right into her pussy.
	Little Lisa remained the optimum view with her shoulders to the back of the backseat and her legs up, feet on the ceiling, ass on the edge, six years old—the unseen Seth Strangle was hard-hard pressed to keep to himself and “just watch.”  Teenage girls were nice—very nice.  Preteen girls were ok, too.  But for Seth S, young girls were the thing.

	David Happenview FUCKED his teenaged daughter—and fucked her well all the while continuing to finger-finger-finger his six year old.  The intensity of what he was illicitly, immorally, illegally, and incestuously doing increased the more he fingered Lisa.
	The blast of cum from David’s dick was enormous.  The man arched his back and pumped fantastically squirting huge gobs of man cum into his daughter’s pussy.  Rivers of cum spewed out of the girl’s cunt and David virtually collapsed on her.  He pumped a little more then pulled out but remained collapsed on Ellen.  There he did suckle her breasts grinding his cock against her well fucked cunt giving little Lisa a break.
	Then summoning some energy left his steaming naked teenage child for the other child.  After a bit of clumsy repositioning—Lisa was on top of her Daddy with her lovely little virgin cunt riding his pulsing schlong.  David smoothed his hands all over her lovely butt, squeezing the cheeks and delving his fingers into her crack touching (and then probing) her hole.
	On and on it went until Daddy David suddenly grabbed Lisa’s hips and began grinding her up and down his smoldering aching cock.  He made nonsensical sounds and it looked very nearly as if he were fucking her—but he wasn’t.  The “evidence” would be too prominent on her little pussy should he breech that forbidden boundary.
	There was relief but not much cum.
	David brought his naked child upright and soiled her young snatch with her spilled semen on his belly.  Then—THEN he lay her down whereas her reddened pussy somewhat coated with his slimy jiz was at his face.  And there—regardless of his own spunk matter, licked her pussy!

*

What is it with friggin grandpas!?
	On her knees or on her back—she was a delicious looking child.  Currently, she (Deeanna) was on her hands and knees, face down and ass up, naked.  Beside her, her sister (Emily) lay on her backside also naked.  Behind Deeanna was her grandpa—ALSO naked!
	Deeanna grunted and made slight faces indicating pleasure and then not so much.  She frigged her own box as her grandpa rammed his wickedness into her cornhole.  His hands held her hips and he mostly moved HER back and forth along his 8-inch prick.  The girl made no sounds but her Grandpa did.

	A time or two he pulled out and slapped his granddaughter’s ass with his saucey cock, dragged it up and down the crack and poked the pussy that was actually still virginal.  After reinserting into the girl’s hole he returned, too, to fingering Emily.  finger-finger-finger!
	The naughty incestuous event took place out in the Overflow parking lot during 2nd Service, 11:15AM just after the choir sat down and the preacher took his stance at the podium.  The event took place inside the man’s red 1969 VW bus.  When the 68 year old grandpa pulled out of her twelve year old granddaughter—an American half dollar could easily fit in the pre-teen’s asshole.
	A few smacks of his dirty dong to Deeanna’s ass then, after wiping his cock clean with a handy rag he positioned himself between Emily’s opened legs.  A little smacking against the child’s cunt and Seth thought for sure the next move was the fuck her.
	But the grandpa didn’t, he merely spanked the girl’s pussy, grinded against it, and strove hard to cum—but didn’t.  He had fucked and fucked and fucked Deeanna’s asshole but didn’t cum there, either.  Fun in trying, though!  And after much “trying” to cum ON Emily’s nine year old pussy and belly the exhausted man rolled to his side bringing the naked eight year old against him whereupon cupping her darling little ass he recovered.

*

Boy trouble II
	Two boys got Seth’s interest; they were well dressed for Sunday services and ducked out between the 1rst and 2nd Services along with their Sunday School.  Instead, after snagging a soda from a machine they quick footed to a private room where one of the youths had a key to let them in.
	Once inside, the boys giggled before hugging one another.
	The hugging was more than “friendly.”  Much more.  After the “much more” than hugging there was kissing.  More than a “peck”, too.  The boys Frenched and then quickly began roaming their hands all over one another with their hips/pelvis’ pounding into the other.
	Thirteen year old Toby Gearwork was the first to get rid of his light green dress shirt, no tie.  Off came the shoes and then quickly down came the tan slacks revealing red/white/blue stripped boxers.  His teen cock poked out of the boxers’ slit.  He giggled and grinned and was a nice handsome fart; dark wavy hair, well rounded face, nice cock.	
	His friend, Nathan Bellweather, also thirteen, dropped to his knees and despite grinning big and almost laughing, took the poking prong from Toby’s boxers and sucked it whilst he played with it.
	Good wholesome Christians!
	Nathan sucked and sucked and then sucked some more getting his friend’s cock rock stabbing hard.  Then he stood and began stripping off his clothes; Toby shucked his boxers and there they were—naked.  And from naked stance to naked embracing.  And more kissing.  More groping.  More pelvis humping.
	Toby’s hands went all over his friend’s backside with most his roaming to Nathan’s ass.  Nathan’s hands remained on Toby’s ass SQUEEZING the white flesh but snaked a hand around to Toby’s throbbing erection to play with it before turning around and bracing a hand to a sturdy counter.
	Toby firstly stood giggling as his friend presented himself then began spanking his friend’s ass—with cock and hand before guiding himself into Nathan’s poop chute.  Nathan pulled a cheek, grunted, groaned, then braced-braced-braced!
	The classroom Toby had a key to was a store room choked full of furniture in need of repair, extra furniture, desks, counters, easels, and boxes and boxes of “stuff.”  It was a small room, musty, little used and mostly forgotten—
	Toby sodomized his friend for several minutes; slapping Nathan’s ass, “reaching around” to tug on the boy’s cock, and pump the hole as fast and as hard as he could.  Soon he was rewarded with a gigantic orgasm; the blast of cum was so much that it shot his cock out of Nathan’s hole!
	Nathan needed time to recover—his hole was smoldering!  He lay awkwardly against the counter with weak knees and a river of cum dripping from his pooter.  On the carpeted floor lay his butt fucker, Toby.   Toby’s dong was a little “soiled” and cum was amazingly still spurting from the piss slit.
	“MY TURN, BITCH!” Nathan spurted.
	Toby breathed hard, farted, then managed to pull his legs back exposing his dirt chute.  Nathan grinned, flogged his dog then knelt down and drove his prick into Toby’s bone hole.  Toby grimaced, held his nuggets out of the way of the near vicious butt pounding, and fully endorsed himself as a homo.

*

The Krystal factor
	Going East of the Church by the River beyond the parking lots one couold venture into “wilderness.”  Actually, it was the back area of some oilfields juxtaposed with a large agri canal one on side and the river on the other.  This “wilderness” area serpentine for miles thru the old oilfield and was a haven for horse riders, hikers, campers, and illicit activities.
	One bright sunny non-church service day and “illicit activities” abounded in the wilderness.  Mostly the wilderness area consisted of old oaks and brush, lots of sand, some areas of grass and clover, misplaced ice plants, a few boulders, a couple of caves, and a few hazards known and not so.
	Some teens had gathered by the canal area to smoke pot.
	Some other teens had gathered at the weir to have sex.
	One teen had come into the wilderness with two wee children—for sex.
	While there was chaos abounding concerning the area of the Church by the River, Kristal didn’t seem too concerned.  Shouldering her day backpack she guided her two young charges, Kyle and Madolynn, along a hiking trail half a mile from the Overflow lot of their church.
	Then, at a designated spot Kristal was familiar with, they stopped.
	The kids were glad of it as it was Summer type weather and they’d rather be swimming or somewhere cooler.  There were trees and bushes providing sufficient shade but kids will be kids.
	“Let’s take off our clothes.” Kristal said in a sort of low and almost unsure voice.  Kyle and Madolynn didn’t even pause for thought and began undressing without hesitation.  After carefully looking around (for security’s sake), Kristal did likewise.  And it didn’t seem to be a big deal for Kyle or Madolynn—to be naked and/or to be naked in the presence of Kristal OR for Kristal to be naked with them!
	Kristal caressed herself firstly, then—rubbed her hands on the kids’ butts.
	There was a hug and more serious ass grabbing.
	Kyle took to a titty of Kristal’s while Madolynn got fingered.
	Then, after a short time, positioned Madolynn out on the grassy spot they had come to be and positioned Kyle on top of her.  The boy quickly went to grinding his eight year old puddling against Madolynn’s seven year old cunt.  Kristal caressed Kyle’s ass, spanked it a couple of times, and frigged herself—a lot!
	Soon and Kyle was fucking Madolynn—and Kristal continued to frig herself.

	And it was a two-fer; after Kyle had humped a good hump on Madolynn and the little girl began to fuss some, Kristal laid out on the soft grass, opened her legs, and brought young Kyle and his wondrous “safe” cock to her dick hungry cunt.  More caressing of the boy’s ass, fondling his balls, pulling on his pud, friggin’ her box—then—THEN the boy was brought into prime position and once more he began to fuck.
	Thirteen year old Kristal really got into getting into.  She arched her back, pronounced her supple young teenage breasts, clutched up handfuls of young boy ass and pumped back into him until she had her orgasm.  More frigging came as she sought to ultimately please herself—and her sex.

*

That slutty feeling
	“I’m a slut!”
	“I want to BE a slut!”
	“Slut in training!”
	Carrie Ann Fearart had lovely long red hair, a lovely long tan body, ski slope titties.  A lithe body that any snake would adore—currently, though, it was Skyler Grimteeth who “adored” the 8th grader as they lay in the shade and sand in the backdrop area of their church (by the river.)  Somehow, Skyler, a handsome blond high school freshman, managed to keep his pud into the girl’s pussy while they rolled this way and that way engaging in extreme wild sex impressing their friends who were also “engaging.”
	A few big old oaks provided shade, the teens gathered rolled about on sand and grass; the canal on their right had a bridge crossing; beyond it was a few yards of dead space, then brush, then a five hundred foot dirt-rock hill that spanned most of the canal length.  On the very top of the hill was a small park, open land (dead space) and some homes.  About in the middle of the dirt-rock hill were some caves.
	Rita Itchsnot bucked and bucked as she rode her cowboy, Rory Coxwain.
	Veronica Mouthview lay beneath her boyfriend, Greg Zygotty.
	The teens’ clothes were scattered all over, panties dangling off log tree limbs, an ice chest of ice and beer, a baggie of marijuana, a packet of condoms that only Rory used.  Rita was the tallest girl of the group while Carrie Ann was the shortest.  Lovely naked teenage girls who held nothing back.  Carrie Ann was wild and enjoyed multiple orgasms—and after her beau had cum in her she dragged her cummy cunt up onto her chest to ride him there.  The heaving boy grabbed her ass and endured—casting his eyes to Rita “I wanna be a slut!” and Rory as they fucked on their sides with Rita taking Rory’s cock to her butt.  The girl lay with her right leg up in the air friggin’ herself to beat all.
	The main focus of Veronica and Greg seemed to be endurance.  The two had been the last to be completely undressed but were surpassing their friends in fucking.  Veronica was a “slut in training” having had only one other sexual encounter (and it wasn’t with current boyfriend, Greg; and she wasn’t saying who!)
	Nice wholesome Christian kids.

*
Cave trouble
	Up in the caves of The Bluffs were some other kids, younger, with one an older teenager.  Three boys; Darry, Victor, and Larry; all ten years young with teenager, Shay, and one girl, sister of Darry, Pauline had the cave they were in all to themselves.  
	Had the cave the group were playing in been in view of the teenagers below it would have been something—really something.  But the angle of the dangle was with the rocky hill switchbacking obscuring the optimum prime view.
	There were trails all over the rocky hill—game trails for small furry animals and hiking trails for less furry animals.  Seth Strangle nearly lost his footing more than once trying to access where the Subjects of Intent were.  But he made it finding naughty business already in progress.
	There was some torn dirty dirty nudy magazines, a 40oz bottle of beer partially consumed, some shared marijuana, and no NO Electronic Mind Altering Device!  There was some money (ill-gotten) that eighteen year old high school drop-out Shay Boatnik was using to lure Darry, Victor, and Larry into extreme naughtiness.  A little more luring was needed to bring Darry’s twin sister, Pauline, into the fray.  She was still reluctant but at age ten she was swayed by the money.
	Shay’s cock was out of his rough blue jeans; the boy had shaggy dirty blond hair, splotchy skin, wiry body, and a Devilish look upon his boyish face.  He seemed a likeable chap—and seemed dangerous, too.
	Darry Q required $25 to suck Shay’s cock.  It took $10 for him to strip off his clothes—“I’ll give you ten bucks to get naked!”  and ten bucks was ten bucks—and for young Darry it was not his first time being naked with his friends (or sister!)
	Victor and Larry also required ten dollars to get to their skin—Darry’s sister, Pauline, wanted $20 (but didn’t strip OR get the money).  Shay obliged and seemed to have pocket loads of money.  And he did!  Courtesy of a liquor store from up the street he had visited earlier that day.
	Larry required $20 to plug Darry’s ass—and no, it wasn’t his first time doing so but it WAS his first time getting paid to do it AND in front of everyone else.  Shay ran his hands thru Darry’s thick black mop of hair and fully inserted his cock saying off-handedly “You suck good dick!”
	Darry’s sister, Pauline, was not as aghasted as she should have been.  She sat, clothed, with back against the cave wall, arms about her knees.  She was kinda cute, needed her face washed, was really-really tan, puffy eyes, puffy short sleeved white girlie dress top, full length jeans.

	Victor Attarock had just turned ten; it was his birthday present to go out and about with his friends—including Shay.  For his birthday, Victor had gotten $10 with no strings attached; to get naked he got a little more; to put his dick up Larry’s ass while Larry was up Darry’s ass while Darry sucked Shay’s cock—
	“Twenty-five bucks!” the boy said flatly not knowing that he could have even asked for more and probably got it!
	So, up the ass of Larry he went—and by the progress of the doing so it was a sure bet he’d been there before.  It made for quite a scene one of which was very nearly spoiled when Shay blew his load into Darry’s mouth.
	“EWEWE!” sputtered Darry spatting out the goo and subsequently blowing out/squeezing out Larry’s cock who did likewise to Victor.  Pauline giggled and was still not as aghast at what the boys were doing as she should be.
	“Here.” Shay said handing over a crumbled $20.
	Darry took it bitching “Fucker!”
	“Suck the others and I’ll give you more.”
	Darry shook his head—he wasn’t interested at the moment.
	Victor and Larry, however, were—to suck each other would cost they weird naughty friend $20—each.
	Done!
	And after slugging down some of the beer also “acquired” from the liquor store, Darry gave head to each of his boy—friends earning him $20 per dick.  Shay then turned to Pauline, “Wanna make some money?”
	Pauline firstly shook her pretty head, NO—but considered it after Shay produced a handful of wadded greenbacks.  Wrinkling her pert little nose the nine year showed interest.  Her dirty blond hair was typical, curled and just to her shoulders.  Coming off from the wall she moved to her knees with space between her and Shay about four feet.  She didn’t know just how much money was in Shay’s hand but she saw a ten spot, a fiver, some twenties…
	From the wadded bills to Shay’s exposed cock Pauline’s eyes went back and forth.  She had been naked with her brother, with her brother’s friends.  She wrinkled her nose, sighed deeply, licked her lips, and sat her butt on her heels.
	“Ok, I guess.”
	Shay smiled, “Ok, uh, for $25, would you take your clothes off?”
	The young girl thought—thought—and then thought some more before shrugging and pulling off her top.  She was a sweet little ten year old and had sweet little mounds.  Pausing with her thumbs in the jeans—they were already unhitched, she contemplated her fate.  Darry still was not pleased with the cum wash and just about killed off the beer.  Victor and Larry had lit up a doob and were on their way to getting thoroughly wasted.
	Pauline shucked her jeans and stood somewhat embarrassed in light red typical kiddie panties with a little tear/worn spot on the side.  Shay stroked his cum squirter and handed over some bills of which Pauline stuffed into her pants pocket.
	“Still got your clothes on.” Shay stated flatly.
	Pauline scratched her butt, looked to her brother, the other boys, sighed deeply again and worked herself out of her jeans then pushed her panties down and off.  Shay’s cock got hard.
	“How much to suck my dick?” Shay asked.
	Pauline pursed her lips, wrinkled her nose, scratched at her butt, and thought thoughtfully before shrugging, “Uh, fifty dollars!” she said not sure if that was too much or not enough.
	Shay shrugged and plucked out the correct amount—but held it up before handing it over waggling his cock saying “Suck me first.”
	Pauline, although merely eight but almost nine, the girl was more mature for her age.  But with a big sigh she reluctantly sorta-kinda approached Shay.  She eyed his big teenage cock, looked to the boys, then went to her knees.  With her left hand she wrapped her fingers about the cock,
	“Don’t want that stuff in my mouth.” she said factly with seriousness.
	“Ok.” no guarantees, though.
	And then just like that she began sucking.  The head of Shay’s cock went into her mouth instantly—there was a little tongue rolling, diddling, and then all the way down the shaft.  Shay clenched and began working his hips back and forth—back and forth—back and forth.
	“Go up her butt!” Shay called out to Darry and he tossed the boy a ten spot.
	Darry grinned and scooted on his knees to his sister’s available ass.  She got an extra ten dollars for the deed herself.  Shay pulled out and humped the girl’s face then went back into her mouth grinning with a major Devil’s smile and glossy eyes as Darry “went up” his sister’s ass.
	Shay had dirty brown hair with part hanging down to conceal completely his right eye—and both ears!  He looked a little scruffy but didn’t smell too bad.  The kids knew very little about him—and they should have.
	Darry went two-three minutes before running out of energy and having to pull out.  He still wanked his wanker and was in a little discomfort—but butt fucking his sister was still a good thing.
	Victor got his chance and was followed by Larry.  Both boys got ten dollars.
	And true to his word—Shay didn’t cum in Pauline’s mouth; instead, he blew his yucky load onto the girl’s face and into her hair.
	“EWEWE!” exclaimed the girl who pulled away wiping the spew from her face.  The boys laughed and Pauline was pissed.  She got an extra $20 for the mess.

	Shay killed off the 40 (forty ounce bottle of beer typical for low income, no income, hard living areas of any metropolis city usually on the uglier side of town by the docks, warehouses, tenement housing, elevated train areas, and so on.)  Then, after a couple of hits from a doob,
	“Wanna make fifty?” he asked of Pauline.
	Pauline, who had cooled down some, shook her head NO at first.
	“Doing what?” she asked.
	“Lay down, spread your legs.”
	Pauline shook her head not NO but HELL NO!
	“A hundred do it for you?” Shay prompted.
	Pauline raised an eyebrow, “No way!?” she said but not in the context of refusing to lay down (and spread her legs).
	Shay pulled out more money from his grubby clothes counting out the amount equaling one hundred dollars.
	Pauline licked her lips and thought even more thoughtfully.
	Shaking her head, though, “I don’t want to get pregnant.”
	Shay shook his head, “You’re too young!” then, “You’ve got to be old enough to bleed to have babies.”
	Pauline didn’t know for sure.
	“I dunno, sis,” said Darry, “I’d do it.”
	Pauline gave her brother a dry look.  She wasn’t a virgin and had been fucked by all the boys present—save for Shay.
	“A hundred bucks and you can buy that bike you want!”
	Pauline nodded thinking; she gave no thought on how to explain HOW she came up with the money for the bike or the extra loot to explain to her parents.  It wasn’t in her eight year old mind regardless of maturity.  So, after careful consideration—

	Despite being a little high, Victor and Larry stared and got boners as Pauline laid herself out on the cave floor.  The cave only went into the hillside some thirty feet, had a neat “bulge” just inside making for a way to peer out without really being seen.  A fire pit was off side and had been well used.
	Pauline Jane Quartlow showed evidence of being fucked way more than once.
	Victor, Larry, and Darry were likely suspects.
	And as Shay stripped off his grungy clothes and approached the girl,
	“You didn’t say anything about doing me!” Pauline stated sitting up on her elbows AND closing her legs.
	“For a hundred—yeah!” Shay said showing a little anger.
	“For one fifty—yeah!” Pauline spouted back.
	“Don’t push yer luck, bitch!”
	And after careful consideration, “One twenty-five.”
	Shay wrinkled HIS nose, farted, flogged his dog, then nodded.
	Pauline laid back down and opened her legs.
	Shay grinned and “went down” on the girl.
	Pauline showed shock and awe—she had never been licked out before.
	Darry and his pals grinned, giggled, got harder, and were schooled without being IN school (like they should have on the bright sunny Monday non-holiday school day.
	For the extra twenty-five dollars, Pauline got a little more than expected.  Her young tender pussy they well visited by her horny brother and his friends had never been licked.  Fingered, yes; dicked, yes; tongued?  No.  She wasn’t sure she liked it, it was weird but according to the pictures in the dirty magazines it was the “in thing” and common practice.  Shay told her, and the boys, that “eating pussy” is a first before fucking it.
	Then,
	Pauline’s eyes bulged as the presence of Shay Boatnik’s cock was dramatically bigger than her brother or his lame friends.  Shay locked his arms straddling the stunned girl and drove his manhood into her.  She gasped, bulged her eyes, gulped for breath and found a mix of pleasure teasing her.
	“Oh!  GOD!” she managed to belt out.
	Shay’s hair hung fully in his face as he pumped—and never once did his dick slip out like it did when her brother and his buddies pumped her.  Shay was a pro, an expert.  He pushed in fully and pumped like a maddened rabbit going on and on for several minutes before blowing his load.
	A great gusher of cum squirted INTO the girl’s pussy as well as up her yong body when he pulled out.  More gushed out of his cock to thoroughly soil her cunny.
	“SHIT!” blurted the teen, “That was fuckin’ awesome!” banging an eight year old—yeah, sure, awesome.
	Pauline wasn’t as exuberantly enthusiastic as Shay; her pussy tingled and was well soiled with his “stuff.”  The money was handed over and there was yet—still more!  Already Darry had “earned” sixty-five dollars.  Victor had gotten a hundred bucks—but it was his birthday so he had gained a little more than the others for his shenanigans involving sucking dick and taking dick up the ass.  Larry had made an even sixty dollars so far—so far for his antics.
	Pauline, of course, was making more but only because she had a vagina.
	$250.
	The girl had more than a simple “bike” in mind…
	“Ok,” Shay said, “you’re turns.”
	“Whattya mean?” asked Victor.
	“Yeah, whattya mean?” asked Pauline.
	“They get to do you, too!”
	Pauline reared her head back, “That wasn’t a part of the deal.” she stated.
	“Is now.” Shay said and tossed more money—a one hundred dollar bill to Pauline, a fifty to her brother and a twenty each to Victor and Larry.
	It wasn’t that she (Pauline) hadn’t had sex with the boys, not at all; it was the presence of Shay that bothered her.  But the extra loot kinda helped sway her—kinda.  The girl sighed, licked her lips, and thought of more stuff she could buy; a stereo, guitar, inline skates…
	Birthday boy, Victor, got first dibs over Darry the brother.  The frail looking naked ten year old went right to work as if he knew how and been there before.  And he had.  He was a little sloppy about the deed with his best friend’s twin sister; his little puddling slipping out now and then—but he slipped it back in and continued on until wearing out and having enough.
	Darry then took his turn neverminding “slopping seconds” and fucking his sister until he creamed in her.  Whether or not it was his first time cumming off in his sister’s cunt or not wasn’t known—no Q&A.  Watching the boy fuck his sister was some kind of a turn-on for Shay—did a little something for the other boys, too!
	Pauline wasn’t too much thrilled or in the mood to get laid over and over and over.  Her pussy was sore and she was getting tired.  The girl may have had a Sixth Sense about “pending doom.”
	Naked Shay produced the rest of the money he had obtained from the liquor store; a fifty, three twenties, a ten dollar bill and a five dollar bill.  One hundred twenty-five dollars.  Shay didn’t seem interested in the loot and tossed it to the kids for them to fight over.  Shay himself finished off the remaining joint then said,
	“Let me do you up the butt.” His statement request was directed to Pauline.
	Shay sat on his knees stroking his throbbing cock eyeing Pauline with extreme hungry lust.  And although Darry, Victor, and Larry had sodomized one another in a playful curious experimental manner—they had never done so, not even Darry, did Pauline “up the butt.”
	“I don’t think so.” Pauline stated and put her eyes to her clothes.
	“I do!” and quicker than a surprise fart Shay lashed out and grabbed the wary girl wrenching her into “up the butt” position.  Darry and his pals were quick, though, to jump the teenager and quite a little fight was on.  The ten year olds were really no match for the eighteen year old—but there were three of them and they were pissed off to beat all.  Plus, they weren’t drunk or high like Shay Boatnik was.
	Pauline screamed; her boys all were getting beat up, bloody noses and all but were overpowering the older wiry more nimble teenager.  But Shay was powerful, despite being drunk and high and managed to toss off and fend off the young boys’ assault.  He slung Victor and Larry off but Darry clung to him like stink to shit.

	Pauline dashed in at the last minute pummeling Shay’s backside with her clenched fists.  Shay, wrenching about twisting his body, lost his balance in the process.  He grabbed the naked Pauline and flung her backward but that might not have been his intent.  Victor and Larry jumped Shay finally taking him to the cavern floor and pummeled the absolute shit out of him with Darry coming up with the spent 40 ounce bottle of beer.
	And clunk to Shay Boatnik’s head the bottle went knocking him out.

*
Cave trouble part 2 continued
	Darry stood naked, dirty, slight boner, breathing hard, sweating harder.
	“Holy fucking monkey turds!” spat Victor, “You killed him!”
	“Fucking bastard!” shouted Pauline, “Fucking deserves it!” and she kicked dirt onto the lifeless teen.
	Darry dropped the bottle that had cracked—and done the deed to the one time friend.
	“W-whatta we do, now?” whimpered Larry.
	“We get the fuck outta here, that’s what!” spoke Victor firmly.
	Change of plans—for suddenly, Pauline went to her knees spreading her legs.  Twin brother, Darry, stepped in front of her firstly humping her face before going into her mouth.  Victor slung his head and drooled but then came around to Pauline’s ass, patted it, pushed a finger into her dirt chute—then when his cock was superbly hard enough he entered the girl’s virgin hole.  Turns out, though, his cock wasn’t that superbly hard enough and “bent” unable to make full anal gouging.
	So Larry came along and sucked on the boy’s dick.
	Pauline sucked her brother’s cock—sucked her brother’s cock—sucked her brother’s cock managing to get him to cum off a little in her mouth.  The girl retched and gagged and sputtered coming close to vomiting—but didn’t.  Darry humped her face before laying down on his back right under her pulling his legs back.  There was hesitation then his twin sister “went down” on him—licking his balls, cock, and hole.
	Licking his BALLS—COCK—AND HOLE!
	Larry cocksucking of Victor got Victor hard—hard enough to breech Pauline’s virgin pooper.  It still was tough going—so Larry licked and licked and licked Pauline’s hole before helping to guide in his friend’s probe.  Then, once the butt fucking began went around to get his own blowjob.  Two of them!  One was from Pauline—the second was from sitting on her brother’s face!
	Then Larry went down and suckled on Darry’s cum squirter before turning around and taking said cum squirter up his ass.  By then, Victor had fucked Pauline’s shitter sufficiently—by that, he had cum and came well.
	It took a little while but each boy of the hillside cave managed to fuck (and fuck well) Pauline’s bunghole.  Each boy also sodomized each other, sucked dick and balls, then stood up against each other kissing while ass grabbing.  Pauline lay on her clothes getting laid but not by any of the cave dwellers.  Seth Strangle was a year older than Shay Boatnik and his cock was a little more than Shay Boatnik’s, too.  Pauline twisted like a pretzel as Seth entered her; she went a little rigid as his cock fired off a significant round of jiz DEEP within her.
	Afterwards,

*

Interlude  Intermission  Insight
	(not necessarily in that order)
	Makes horse sense to me!
	Among the wild gourds, morning glories, stinky fragrant wild weeds where some equally fragrant misplaced lavender, lupines, and wild roses scenting the air—which was good ‘cause there was a lot of funky air to be scented over.  Among the occasional decaying wild animal, skunk spray, oilfield smells; there, too, were road apples all over the place (road apples the polite colloquial term for “horse shit.”)
	Fresh from sliding on his ass nearly breaking his legs, arms, shoulder, and neck, Seth Strangle “happened” upon Gail Headglove.  She was in the company of Kosmo the Wonder Horse.  He was a magnificent animal; 15 hands high, black with a white splotch on the forehead, and in perfect shape.
	Seth found Gail Headglove, fifteen, already naked.
	And then there was this weird bizarre naked dance the girl did walking all around Kosmo.  Short dark blond hair extra curly; dazzling blue eyes, fantastically shaped orbs bobbing on her chest, a clean hairless poon!  Her skin was well tan suggesting the interlude with her horsey in the backdrop of the wilderness was not her first time.
	And after “walking all around” Kosmo the Wonder Horse she “mounted” Kosmo the Wonder Horse.  No saddle, not even a blanket!  She lay down on the bare skin of the horsey grinding her pussy against him all the while spanking herself, too!
	Seth’s view was from directly behind the girl viewing her well exposed asshole.  He was about to involve himself when the girl slid off of her mount and guided him over to where there was an old oak log laying down that was (after she lay on it) was just about the right height.
	Just about the right height?
	Aye, for the naked girl to take her mount’s cock and rub it against her cunny.
	OH!

*
Home trouble
	On the home front
	A quaint home of light blue with white trim; one half of the fenced in yard dirt while on the other side of the brick walkway grass.  Water fountains of this kind and that dotted both areas; windmills, bird feeders, chimes of different sizes and types, and ice cycle Christmas lights still hanging from the front of the front porch.
	A quaint home with a detached garage and a small compact OLD 1960s car in the drive.  Other homes on the block were about the same; it was an older neighborhood but most had taken their Christmas lights down!  On the mailbox was the family name STRANGLE—and Seth Strangle checked the box before making way to the home—the “quaint home.”
	“Seth?” called out a voice as soon as Seth entered the home—the quaint home.  “Did you check the mail?”
	The interior of the home was even more “quaint”; on first impression it would be regarded as “cluttered”; but it was a neat clutter.  Older furniture but in good order; Victorian style sofa, chair, love seat; antique wooden furnishings, grandfather clock, a large ornate oak table with a matching chairs; tapestries on the floor and walls; one wall a full length bookcase with volumes and volumes of old-old books.
	And not well lit; there were windows but shaded by drapes or curtains—and although those coverings were open to let it natural daylight the front room/living room was kinda on the dark-not-so-well-illuminated side.  Not too worry, Seth knew his way around—and after rifling thru the mail dropped several into the Round File and handed off the rest to a short statured woman in the adjacent room.
	“Bills.” he said with a shrug.
	“That’s all we ever get!” bitched the dumpy woman.
	“How about this?” and stooping way over hugged the woman who was not quite five foot tall.
	“I’ll take those any day, son!” she said with a brightened smile.
	Seth’s Mother was a midget, dwarf, short person, little person.  All applied.  Large breasts, fat thighs, a little plump, old-old fashioned paisley dress, hair in a big bun, hair of partial gray, and reeking of way too much perfume.
	“Got something for ya,” Seth said pulling out of his jeans a wad of wadded money, “for those bills.”
	Seth’s Mother, Gertie, was awed and astonished.  “What’s all this, now?”
	Seth acted bashful and straightened out the money on the kitchen table.  And as the wad of money began to mount,
	“Hey, now—how much is there?”
	Seth grinned, “Seven hundred.”
	“Seven hundred!?” Gertie was stunned.
	“Where’d you—how’d you—”
	“Don’t worry, Ma, I earned it.” Sorta.  Shay Boatnik had robbed the liquor store of some eight hundred dollars; Seth kept a hundred for himself and the rest went to his Mom.
	“You’re a good son!” Gertie said taking the money as a blessing.
	“Got anything going on tonight?” Seth asked raiding the refrigerator.
	“Yes, as a matter of fact, just a séance.” 
	“Ok, I’ll help.”
	“Thank you, son!”
	Seth smiled and chomped on a sandwich before heading to his room.

*

	Flopping on his bed, Seth shucked his shoes then pants and undies.  After finishing his sandwich he switched on the small portable TV on the dresser situated in the corner.  The house was a 1-bedroom home built back in the 1940s—small house with a HUGE lot.  Seth’s room was a converted back porch.  It was small but it worked and suited him.
	Every station had something newsy about the plague of the nation and yea the world—those damned damnedable Electronic Mind Altering Devices.  And whether or not they were responsible for the rash of mysterious deaths remained to be seen.  A mass investigation was underway.
	Mysterious deaths?
	Seth ripped a narly butt blast, cocked his arm behind his head and hit the mute button.  It had been a long week, a long day.  Remorse?  Not in Seth Strangle’s personality.  Phil Jokestone knew better of what he was doing—page reference 4.  It was unfortunate that his young daughter, Kellie, had to meet the same fate as her naughty father but it was better that way—according to Seth’s way of thinking.  The poor girl would never be the same if she should go on without her father—and her Father’s way of “enjoying” her!
	The look of Phil Jokestone filled Seth’s malicious mind—bulging eyes, bulging face as the cord about his neck tightened more and more all the while his naked well soiled nine year old daughter endured being sodomized whilst she lay on her distraught Daddy.  Seth barely was aware of his cock up the little girl’s butt—he was more fascinated oddly by the girl’s Daddy final moments.
	When the final breath escaped Phil J, Seth turned Kellie over, forced her legs open and inserted himself into her vagina.  The cord from her father’s neck was removed and placed about her own—and timing was everything!  Right at the point of when the child’s own eyes and face began to bulge like her father’s did, Seth enjoyed orgasm.
	Jenny Hardtoe was in the news, too; she had been found in the floating in the river way down from where she had last been seen; naked, and with evidence of sexual abuse.  But by the time she had been found any evidence of the perpetrator had been lost due to her immersion in the chilling river water.  
	And there was harrowing news about the Birdtrain family; Justin Birdtrain and his two friends,Tray Attaboy and Ricky Itchballs along with Justin’s dad, Donald.  The two nine year olds had been found earlier stuffed in a counter at the Church by the River—strangled.  They were naked and were covered in urine and sperm with strong evidence of anal play.
	At the home of Birdtrain, the second banana preacher for the Church by the River, Donald and his son were found equally strangled and equally naked.  Evidence showed that the sperm on Justin’s balls, up his ass, in his mouth, was that of his Dad.  Justin’s own cum was found on his Dad’s balls, cock, mouth, and ass.  The police were more than baffled but with the recent strangulations they suspected a connection.
	Little Jessica Tiretree had gone missing all the day but was found stuffed under an outbuilding—naked AND covered in spunk matter.  The church and the community around it was more than horrified.  The connection was staggering if not frightening.
	That same day, the more than horrific finding of the Horsetranner family was beyond comprehension.  In Maryanne Horsetranner’s room a worried family member found her uncle and niece naked and sprawled out on the floor with three young naked boys with them.  What was confusing was the evidence of sperm on Maryanne and the boys—it belonged to Danny!
	Detective Mary Deergear (remember her?) surmised—as did most investigators, that an EMAD was probably most likely involved and the adults in the horrific aforementioned scenes were not overly responsible.
	“Some sick twisted demented individual, or multiples,” said a pissed off Deergear, “are getting their jollies having their way with the families before murdering them.”
	“Sick?” Seth said scratching his balls and thinking lewd thoughts about the mouthy detective, “I’m as fit as ever!” and he pounded his chest, flogged his cock to the woman on the television, “And I’ll prove it, too!” he smiled as he conjured up evil-evil thoughts…

*

	Yvette Doorglob was a spooky woman—kinda tall, looked more like a man, and orange hair (she called Autumn Sunrise).  She wore LOTS of beads and assorted baubles, and reeked of perfume.  On her visit to the Strangle home and Ms. Bonita Strangle, Yvette Doorglob was in hopes of contacting her departed Horace.
	Yvette Doorglob was African-American and very much believed in the “After Life”, ghosts, apparitions, and all things that go bump in the night.  For the séance, she came with “witnesses”, friends who also believed in spooks of this and that.  Previously she had been to the Strangle home for “preliminary” feeling out the possibility of being able to contact her late husband (for the whereabouts of some money he had stashed).
	Seth had always observed that the African-Americans were more prone to believe in Spirits, Spooks, Ghosts, the After-Life, and all things associated with.  Seth himself did not believe—mostly ‘cause his Mom was a “medium” and he had learned that a great percentage of what Mediums did was a sham.  But some people believed in the Spirit World and Seth’s Mom had a talent of intrigue that made what she did less hokey.  
	Laying on his back beneath the floorboards of his home, Seth let the circus of images swirl in his mind; the image of Phil and Kellie seemed to be most prevalent—the scene of Phil’s cock sliding into his daughter’s young cunt; his hands clamped tightly to her darling little ass as he achieved the ultimate but sinful goal of orgasm.  Seth saw every inch of the man’s cock going into Kellie’s pussy; the man held the girl’s cheeks open giving absolute viewing of the girl’s ass, her hole, and cummy cunt.
	There, too; was the view of Phil’s eyes as his life was ebbing away watching as his young daughter was violated laying on top of him.  An odd fascination there was for Seth Strangle—watching a life slip away.  With his cock up Kellie’s asshole, the cord used on her father was used on her—and at the moment of when life left the girl’s body Seth experienced an one-of-a-kind orgasm.

	At 8:20PM there was a tap-tap-tap from the floor above.  Seth adjusted the volume to his earpiece and on the signal (from his Mom) began working the old fashion crank screwdriver that “lifted” the séance table.  After the table “hovered” and returned to the floor; Seth pulled on the sash cord (same one he used in his strangulations) to work the curtains.  Another cord operated a bellows that stirred the air in the séance room while another tilted wildly the portraits on the walls.

	All this was to affirm that “spirits” were roaming about the room they were called to.  Restless spirits.  Then, as a finale; a portrait of Gerald Doorglob came to view thoroughly convincing Yvette the Medium Bonita Strangle was on the up and up and worth the five hundred dollars for the session.
	It was a nice touch—the portrait of the black man that Seth had “acquired” from Yvette’s home.  Finding a nice picture was one thing, taking it to the local library and blowing it up to some size was something else.  More snooping and Seth was led to find the hidden “loot” the Yvette referred to.  A large significant amount that took some time to find—and more than once had Seth been nearly caught in the Doorglob house—by Yvette herself, her sons, grandsons, and other assorted family members all knowing Gerald had hidden the $100,000 from some shady dealings years and years ago of which he had spent 20 years in prison for.
	The portrait of Gerald Doorglob was an old faded picture that Seth situated in a dark corner of the already darkened séance room at an angle.  Behind the picture was a voice amplifier and a thunder making contraption that very nearly made all the black ladies at the table piss themselves.
	Unable to mimic a black man’s voice and not knowing exactly the dialect of Gerald Doorglob, the “thunder” contraption would suffice along with the shaking and rattling of the portrait of him.
	Then, there was the Medium’s central tool—the crystal ball.
	A surgical tube running down from the illuminated ball to Seth allowed the unseen teen to blow smoke up into the ball.  A smaller picture of Gerald was then snaked into the ball furthering the whole séance bit and garnering Medium Bonita a “tip” of some substantial kind—especially after the disclosure of the hidden loot was revealed.

*

Obsession; it’s a way of life
	Happenstance by chance (fateful)
	‘Go inside; take off ALL your clothes; lay down on the bed.’
	‘Go inside; take off ALL your clothes except underwear; lay on sofa.’
	‘Go inside; take off ALL your clothes; get on your hands and knees.’
	In the middle of the day, in a tourist parking lot full of peoples, activities, touristy barns, fast food restaurants, tourist buses going to popular sites including casinos, three young peoples were singled out and redirected to a customized RV.  There was security, sure; roaming guards, security devices, EMAD detectors and preventors, undercover law enforcing agents; federal, state, and local peoples trained in detecting EMADs and their Users—none of the aforementioned worked in preventing three young girls (and later a boy) from their fate.
	He wasn’t too tall, just a hair under two meters tall.  Average weight, raven black hair, cool dark eyes, very tan skin.  He was of American-Indian heritage; wore nothing that was outstanding or memorable; no jewelry, but an EMAD in use to be sure.  He was Chance Loudfoot and in his early 20s.
	There wasn’t much time for frivolity as it was assumed the missing girls would soon be noticed.  Once inside his customed RV he gave the looksee once over of the three girls; Susan Pretzelinger, Lauren Katurarmy, and Shannon Handglove.  Susan and Lauren were lovely girls of ten while Shannon was a lovely girl of eleven.  On the bed situated in the rear of the customized RV lay Susan—her clothes on the floor and her naked body on the bed.
	Lauren had shed all of her clothes, save for her panties, and lay on the sofa.
	On her hands and knees, Shannon Handglove was poised stark naked.
	There was no time to mess with them—but as he moved his medium sized non-commercial 2 ½ ton former military truck out of the parking lot he made two more acquisitions—he couldn’t help it; he was obsessed.  Marie Gongzalea and Mario Barknone completed the obsession.  Both kids were eleven, both of Mexican descent.
	Chance then motivated the big cumbersome vehicle out of the parking area, onto the freeway, and off to a private destination.  There was, of course, one more “passenger” Chance wasn’t aware of…

	Just a few miles out of the touristy desert city and Chance could hold off no longer and pulled off the road for a “quickie.”  He eyed Shannon on her hands and knees first then Lauren and then Susan.  Marie and Mario were still clothed sitting in chairs at the fold-out dinning table.  Choices-choices; decisions-decisions.  He went to Shannon, on his knees, and nestled right up against her smoothing his hands over her body.  It had begun.
	And though there was no time—no time, Chance Loudfoot pushed down his pants and took his manhood to the not-so-bewildered girl and enjoyed poking and prodding her to his delight.  The girl seemed mindless showing no emotion whatsoever.  
	Poking and prodding was one thing—and a fine thing.  But Chance desired more—much more!  And after his hands went up and down the girl’s body and he had poked (and prodded) to his delight, he delighted more in penetration.  Tight hole, though—the ass hole.  A little fingering, some added spittle, and determination and success!
	Limited.
	Just the head and a bit o’ shaft—his cock bent and time was ticking away.

	Sidestepping to Shannon he patted the girl’s belly, eyed her panties with delight, eyed her virtually flat chest, hooked her ankles and raised them up.  Although there was no time—Chance admired the “new angle” smiling big, grinning bigger.  Then he was off to Susan.
	Had there been time—young Susan would have been taken right then and there.  There was, however, no time—the mass “acquisition” of the kids set off a serious fire storm of law enforcing agencies searching and up the desert highway Chance was on borrowed time.
	Regardless, he fingered little Susan, kissed her, opened her legs and was seconds from mounting her and fucking her brains out.  His thick black hair completely concealed her sweet young face; he DID take her hand and have her please his exposed cock.
	But presence of mind of potential danger put him in gear to put the big military truck in gear and get going.

	Like with most American Indians—the American white man (or woman) scared Chance.  They (American whitey) couldn’t be trusted; always up to something, always thinking they were superior, were a company of Takers and Non-Givers.  Chance didn’t hate Whitey, just didn’t like him a whole lot.
	Lights were in the side mirrors as Chance topped the hill of the desert highway.  And midway down was a road in a precarious placement, Rancheria Rd.  Chance was hard on the big truck’s brakes to make the swing onto the road.  It was paved to the bridge half a mile then gravel on the other side.  A big truck with big truck tires stirs up a lot of dust so as soon as the gravel was hit the truck stopped.
	Flashing lights of at least a dozen marked cars and half a dozen unmarked went zooming by.  All was well—none stopped at the off-road.  All was well until the sounds throp-throp-throp was heard—the telltale sounds of a helicopter.  The proverbial Bear in the Air.
	That wasn’t good.
	Keep moving.
	Chance fired the truck up again and moved on into mountains taking a chance on a fire eventually coming back onto old mountain dirt roads coming to an old abandoned wood mill.  Parking the truck under the tall pines hid it amply from view.  Afterwards, Chance sat still for several minutes before moving back to his passengers.
	‘Take off your clothes.’ he told Marie and Mario.  Sitting on the sofa bringing Lauren to him (her standing at his knees standing in wet panties.  Chance wasn’t miffed—in fact, he was pleased.  A girl in wet panties turned him on!  He watched Marie and Mario strip to their skin; Marie had long curly honey brown hair, brown eyes, a quirky little smile, beautiful teeth, beautiful girl.
	Mario was a nice looking lad, glasses, short dark hair, very nice face especially when he smiled.  A curious lad, friendly, outgoing, number five of nine children in the family, and was NOT a virgin.
	Nor was Marie!
	After Marie’s panties were pushed down there was “evidence” of sexual encounters.  Chance stared at the girl’s pussy—well fucked pussy, and couldn’t get over it.  The girl’s calm demeanor suggested that she was a “good girl” and good girl’s didn’t spread their legs.  There was no Q&A so as to WHO had been fucking the girl remained a mystery.  AND whether or not it was willing was also an unknown.
	Lauren’s panties were tugged down, her pussy wiped, then she was lain down across Chance’s lap.  SMACK!  Not hard but it was a SMACK! nonetheless.  Another SMACK! and then Chance rubbed the girl’s butt, fingers into the crack, hard-on pressing against her belly—he was still clothed.
	But not for long.
	After smacking young Lauren two more times he stood her up—she was crying but not blubbering.  She did rub her burning ass and had the most curious look on her sweet childish face.  Gorgeous blue eyes did the girl have, gorgeous honey blond hair, purple cloth ribbons in her hair, purple ankle socks, lavender panties. 
	She was a virgin.
	So was Susan and Shannon.
	Only Marie was the one with “experience.”
	But it was Lauren of whom Chance was obsessed with.  He took her body all in, running his hands all over her squeezing her nakedness to his while he remained sitting—then, he stood, stripped off his clothes and lightly smacked the girl’s face with his 7-incher.
	The above normal cock went into her mouth soon thereafter.  Chance rocked his hips and with slight pressure of his hand to the back of the girl’s head got her to give him a rather decent blowjob.  So decent, in fact, that in less than two minutes he filled her mouth with his yucky substance.
	Lauren didn’t blubber or cry but retched to the point of gagging.
	Chance laughed at her and smeared his cummy cock all over her face before positioning her onto the three-cushioned dark brown sofa.  Then his foul uncut cock went humping all over her pussy with her legs up; ankles on his shoulders.  He semi hard cock of the American Indian danced all about the young girl’s poon but wasn’t significantly hard enough to breech her virgin entrance.
	The young man rubbed, poked, prodded, and humped the young girl’s pussy finally getting hard enough to penetrate as he liked breaking the ten year old’s hymen.  There wasn’t much blood and Chance went on to cum some minutes later.
	What a guy!
	After cleaning himself and Lauren, he positioned her on her knees laying her on the sofa and spanked her with his bare hand just a couple of smacks.  Then, brushing his long thick raven black hair back out of his face that hung loosey thereon, he brought the next ten year old to him, Susan.
	More ass smacking.  Firstly with the girl standing up then with her laying down across his lap.  It was so noted that young Mario just feet way had a raging hard-on and a delirious grin on his face.  He was “aware” but not so aware as to be afraid of his well being.  The Electronic Mind Altering Device Chance Loudfoot had was quite the amazing little gadget.
	Chance brought the boy over with a wave of his hand—and the boy came!
	Then, the boy came!
	This after a lot of humping against Susan’s ass, spanking Susan’s ass, spanking Lauren’s ass, and getting his dick sucked on by Shannon.  Then, into Susan’s fuckable cunt that had possibly been fucked once at least prior as there was no cherry juice on Mario’s cock after he blew his wad.
	The boy had never cum before but afterwards—he wanted to many times thereafter.  Many.  He was a little alarmed at the “stuff” squirting out of his cock; the odd feelings associated with cumming off; and the whole atmosphere of what he was doing as a whole.
	Chance repositioned Susan onto his lap, spreading her legs over his waist with his cock semi hard against her fresh fucked cunt.  Clutching her ass he squeezed her to himself and seemed to “melt.”  Young Mario remained standing, cum dripping from his dick, grinning and slobbering with his eyes fixated on Susan.

	Shannon Handglove had Chance’s eye (and cock!)  She was eleven; her breasts were budding nicely, there was nice form and shape and a light covering of poon pie pubes.  A hair tiara adorned her head making her all the prettier and unique.  And that smile!  Holding her between his legs his eyes traveled up and down her nakedness.  She was a true marvel—but his obsession was the same with Susan, Lauren, and Marie.  Each girl was different; in body style, hair, eyes, texture, flat chested and not so much.  Each girl was Number One!
	After caressing Shannon’s body ALL over she was positioned on his lap.  His cock went right into her and the young American Indian virtually melted.  Full vaginal penetration and he was putty.  His hands went from clutching her ass to roaming all over her backside.  Pushing the girl back he looked down to their mingling sexes smiling and admiring his cock embedded into her pussy.
	There wasn’t much movement on Chance’s part—gingerly did he move his hips pumping his cock into the girl’s sweet pussy.  He languished in and out of orgasmic euphoria taking as much as five minutes before sweet release.
	Almost as much time was needed for recovery—
	Thereafter; a little spanking and then onto to the next obsession.
	Chance Loudfoot was not unlike many other EMAD users; infatuated beyond belief with having a young girl fulfill his unnatural needs and desires.  Marie had been a last addition; she had evidence of prior sexual intercourse which highly intrigued Chance—and the unseen Seth.  And Seth would have thought that with a mind controlling device such as the one Chance had there would be the ability of Q&A.
	Anyways,
	Susan, Lauren, Shannon, Marie, Mario
	They stood shoulder to shoulder for Chance’s perusal.  And he did peruse them, too!  A smorgasbord!  A buffet!  A delicate delicatessen!  It was time to dine and Marie was first.  The choices were confounding as ALL the girls were equal and thrilled Chance greatly.
	The scene was a good one with the pretty unique eleven year old straddling the American Indian’s lap taking his dick right up into her young cunny.  It was almost like the “first time.”  Clutching the girl’s lily white ass he pounded his manhood into the girl who did appear to “know” of the penetration but not so much of the happenstance.  
	Susan was next; he laid her across his lap for more spanking and had Mario come and “lend a hand.”  The boy continued to grin as he spanked the girl’s ass and drool as he was prompted to put his cock “all over” the girl, too.  Mostly, though, Mario’s proudly pronounced prong went up and down Susan’s crack, poking her hole and grinding against her pussy.  
	Anal penetration came nextly and all the while the young preteen Mexican-American youth sodomized the girl—Chance spanked him!  When after just a couple of minutes and Mario was cumming off, pulling out and continuing to cream onto Susan’s lovely white girl ass Chance’s well worked cock revitalized itself and he quickly didn’t waste time.
	Susan sorta-kinda came aware but was still mystified by the effects of the EMAD affecting her mind.  The poor girl couldn’t shake the bewilderment in her young mind or the presence of “dick” in her young pussy.  Her pretty eyes bulged showing an indication of awareness; she screwed up her face, placed her hands on Chance’s shoulders, moaned, groaned, then began undulating as she entered into the exclusive field of orgasm.
	Chance graced her pussy with his love cream then broke out a bottle of Fire Water.  The typical fall of the American Indian—demise even!  He swigged from the bottle then took young Lauren across his lap—spanking her and having Mario spank her followed by fucking her “up the butt.”

*
Small world
	One after another the swigs (equivalent to 1-ounce shots) was taken by Chance.  Each girl—after each swig, got spanked.  Some a little hard, some a little sloppy.  Mario got to sodomize each girl after they had been spanked—then he himself was laid across the Indian’s lap and was spanked by all the girls!
	Thereafter,
	After drinking most of the contents of the whiskey bottle—Chance had to pee.
	After leaving the confines of the custom military truck Seth Strangle came out of hiding.  The minding device had been left behind—along with the bottle of whiskey.  Seth helped himself with a swig then examined Chance’s EMAD.  Then, closely, he examined the girls—and boy.
	Susan was a charmer; a unique face—her eyes, grin, her hair style.  She was cute as cute could be and better when naked.  With her mind numbed by the mind controlling device she was not aware of being spanked so, raped, or sodomized.  Seth hugged her, caressed her, and laid her—er, laid her out on the sofa and buried his own cock into her sweet pussy Chance had fucked twice and Mario once.
	Lauren had uniqueness about her, too; a curious face was one—she looked mostly puzzled.  Her single pony tail was huge and fluffy; there were heavy bangs, dainty earrings; and she looked a little younger than her ten years.  Seth hugged her, patted her butt, then gave her a slobberingly kiss before placing her face down on the sofa.  After parting her legs he licked out her asshole before shoving in his fuck stick.
	Shannon was a neat girl; a special smile, hair tiara, beautiful eyes, and oh so fuckable!  She almost twelve but had ten year old titties.  They were handful mounds but still small.  Seth was alright with that and after poking his tongue into her mouth, sodomizing her with the whiskey bottle she was laid out on the floor and while his cock rammed her sweet delectable pussy—Mario was perched onto the girl’s sweet face with his testicle sac in her mouth!
	Awesome!
	Marie Gongzalea was a nifty girl, decent titties but like Shannon they were a little on the small side.  Seth suckled them while Lauren sucked his cock and Mario fucked Susan WHILE Shannon spanked Mario’s ass!  It helped get Seth’s cock hard and then he noted the time—just how long does it take an Indian to pee?
	Outside the custom truck and the light of day was fading.  Seth returned to Stealth Mode al la EMAD/invisibility and listened intently while scanning the immediate area.  Then he extended his scan a little further—then a little further—and then he found him.
	In a small depression that was full of water.
	Drowned.
	There was a large puffy wound on the back of the man’s head; another on his ear and another on the back of his neck.  Puffy wounds.  As Seth squatted cocking his head continuing to listen and take in Nature—he heard the telltale sounds of buzzing.
	Lots of buzzing.
	Too much buzzing.
	Time to leave Mother Nature—quickly.

*

Fancy meeting you here
	A shame, a downright damn shame—regarding Chance Loudfoot.  Most likely he was allergic to bee stings, numerous bee stings and may or may not have known it.  (and pissing on their hive concealed in the partially sunken log probably wasn’t a good idea, either!)
	Anyways, there wasn’t anything to do but leave the area for a new one.
	A few miles away—
	A tall boy was seen in the woods doing what most boys “do in the woods”; well, what most boys do in the woods or at home when seeing a young girl with her pants down.  The girl was actually “just pulling them up” after doing “business” personal in the woods (like bears do.)  But, after doing her business—and stepping away, she stood revealing, stretching, and scratching seemingly unawares that a boy was watching her.
	And not one boy but two!  (and actually three!)
	Morgan, twelve and almost thirteen in five months, stood scratching her butt then fingering her pussy.  Then there was a good stretch before stooping and pulling up her panties then her short britches.  She moved off thereafter leaving the two unseen boys—her brothers, to their own devices.
	Which was, of course, good old fashioned masturbation.
	One boy, Jerry, was off to the left of where the girl had been, his sister.  The other lad had been to the far right kind of positioned behind the girl and thusly actually had a better view.  Jerry had has pants and underwear completely down and was seriously wanking-wanking-wanking.  Jason, fourteen, had his cock merely out of his jeans and equally wanked.
	The girl went back to camp bringing some flowers and special rocks she had found—her spying brothers didn’t return for almost an hour.  Long wait.  At the camp was a single parental unit, the mother.  The girl and mother chatted; discussed the boys, school, what to make for dinner, general chit chat.  Then,

	Merideth stood up from the picnic table, shook her head—shook her head some more then began undressing.  Daughter Morgan fidgeted and began twitching.  She slurred her speech, made a big curious “what the fuck did you say?” rearing her head back, cocking her head, slinging her head.
	Morgan’s Mother, Merideth, was down to her panties when Morgan’s brothers, Jerry and Jason came out of the woods.  Both boys dropped their jaws and blinked their eyes.  Both boys uttered the infamous words “WHAT THE FUCK!?” but managed only part of the FUCK word before they, too, were dumstruck.
	Merideth tilted her head shaking it saying aloud “NO!  NO!  NO!”
	But YES!  YES!  YES!
	Morgan pushed down her panties and stood up naked.  She looked frightened and very confused.  She stared at her brothers, then to her Mother.  Closing her eyes, bowing her head, she slung her head, slurred her speak again but what was happening to her continued and was real.
	Then the boys began stripping while their Mother watched knowing suddenly what was happening.  After pushing her own panties down she stood being right at 6-foot tall with shoulder length blondish hair with strawberry streaks.  The hair was rich and full and smelled lightly of strawberries.  She was a woman in her mid thirties; 36C titties, thunder thighs but well built (and stacked!) all over with nothing out of proportion.  
	“Please don’t do this!” called out Merideth.  “Whoever you are, please!”
	Her pleas were heard—but not adhered to as suddenly Merideth felt a “force” pushing her to the picnic table.  Jerry and Jason were flabbergasted and stood naked watching their Mother lay out on the table.  The campground was not remote but it was a bitch to get to by car.  Very thick woods with a small creek nearby; a big family tent was off to one side, the family car over a hundred yards away.  Darkness was coming on bringing nightlife along with it.
	Merideth laid down on the table just covered with a plastic table cloth; a few items were on the table but moved out of the way.  There was a tattoo of a rearing unicorn snorting fire just off to one side of the upper area of her SHAVEN pussy.  Her boys had their eyes locked right on the motherly poon; mouths open, cocks hard.
	Jerry David was seventeen; basketball and baseball were good games of sport for him, but he excelled in football.  He was big for football (and had a big head, too!)  He was one of those quasi bullies but didn’t go out of his way to do so—only when with his football buddies.
	Jason was a geek.  He liked computers, comic books, fantasy books and movies, and construction of rockets.  He wore glasses and looked almost frail but was a typical average youth of fourteen.  He had short dark hair while his brother had sandy brown and sister Morgan had strawberry blond.  Things that make you go hmmmm
	The boys came up to their Mother, mouths wide—eyes wider, cocks hard, minds blasted.  Merideth fretted and tried to close her legs but seventeen year old jock boy “went down” on her licking her pussy out like he knew how (and he did.)  Brother Jason stood watching in utter awe—as did his sister.
	And after Jerry had licked and licked and licked his Mother’s pussy for some amazing minutes—he put his throbbing hard teen dick into her and fucked for more amazing minutes.  Merideth very muchly thrashed about yelling out “NO!  NO!  NO!”
	But,
	YES!  YES!  YES!
	Morgan wept as she stood nude beside the table; Jason stood watching his brother’s dick fuck their Mother’s pussy.  It was the most incredible thing—ever!  Jerry seemed very mindless and possibly not all that aware of who he was dicking.  All that mattered was the fuck—the fuck and the end result.  As to exactly “whose” pussy was being fucked and giving that wondrous “end result” wasn’t important—not to Jerry anyways.
	Jason stood completely mystified to stupefied—with a ranging hard-on to boot.  His eyes of brown were right on his brother’s cock slamming their Mother’s pussy.  Morgan stood close by him, crying and being very emotional and almost inconsolable to uncontrollable.  Slowly, though, she stepped closer to her bemused brother then stepped to be positioned right behind him.  Then she “reached around” and began tugging/playing with his cock!
	Young Jason didn’t seem to be aware of that play but kept his attention to his brother’s actions—which finally after several minutes finally reached climax and pumped furiously his Mother’s cunt delivering a hellacious amount of teen jiz and then some.  All of Jerry’s personal love juice was ejaculated into the pussy that had bore him life; he pumped slow as he made the delivery; he panted, breathed hard, sweated harder then finally pulled out to squirt the last remaining bit of ball juice.
	Merideth wept.  She couldn’t rise up; she lay on the table heaving and weeping thrashing her head unable to speak.  There was more to weep and heave over as Jason and Morgan came up closer with Morgan stepping around to SUCK her brother Jerry’s cum squirting cock.
	When she had gagged and choked, retched and heaved for the three minutes of sucking big brother—she licked out her Mother’s cunt, too!  Both her brothers stood jerking off and watching with their mouths open wide to hide a jumbo jet.  Jerry was more into the act calling it “awesome” as he beat his meat.  Jason was just stunned.
	Then,
	Jerry’s attention was redirected.  Down to his knees and down to his knees with a struggle.  He slung his head, continued to pound his monkey, then come eye-to-piss eye of his younger brother’s cock saying, “No fucking way!”
	Yes way!
	The jock teen opened his mouth with his hand squeezing his own cock as hard as possible.  Jason seemed oblivious to the fact that his big bully brother was about to give him a blowjob.  Q&A would be great right about now.  A little insight was always insightful.  Oh well…
	Jerry pressed his lips to his brother’s meat stick and then placed his hands on his naked brother’s ass.  Morgan continued to lick and lap and lap and lick out her Mother’s fresh fucked cunt all the while fingering herself all the while her brother Jerry sucked brother Jason’s schlong.
	Jason’s schlong and balls.
	Jason’s schlong, balls, and asshole.
	On his hands and knees, Jason continued to have a bewildered face; mouth open with eyes glazed over.  Behind him, brother Jerry tongued his hole—this after a rousing few minutes of suck-suck-sucking his cock followed by his ball sac.  Jason put up quite a fuss trying not to slurp his brother’s dick; more fussing a little stronger in washing Jason’s balls.  The teenager strained as he tried-tried-tried to resist lapping Jason’s cornhole.
	Minutes later and Morgan had licked all she could lick of her Mother’s quim—so she was put to the task of sucking brother Jerry’s cock, his balls, and as he laid out on his backside pulling his own legs back—his asshole.  The young girl very nearly hurled—to wit her brother announced “You better not barf on me, bitch!” alluding to the fact that Jerry Laxdaisy was “aware.”
	Morgan didn’t barf on her brother (but came close!)  After much tonguing of Jerry’s hole she climbed up between his legs and settled her virgin pussy onto his fully engorged cock.  Jerry caressed his sister’s ass, her small-small breasts, her sides, and back to her ass.  Morgan raised herself up and guided her brother’s dick into her vagina.
	There starts and stops; Jerry’s cock popped out a couple of time and was coated in cherry juice.  Morgan grunted, cried, and lay on her heaving brother as well as sat up and did some pumping herself.  Jason took a turn at licking his sister’s shitter—then took a turn and fucking his Mother!

	As darkness continued to descend and the air get cooler—
	Jason creamed his Mother’s pussy.  A big cum off from the young teen whereas his Mother, too, undulated her body, gripped the edges of the tables and experienced an orgasm she both denied and not so much so.  It was reprehensible to engage sexually with her son, sons, daughter—but she shuddered and tensed and breathed to the point indicating a submission to that glorious glory that was nothing shy of dramatic orgasm.  OH!

	Meanwhile,
	On the ground, Morgan and Jerry continued to engage sexually with after Jerry had cum in his sister’s poon pulled out and prodded her asshole for several minutes until finally making some dutiful entry.  He spanked his sister’s ass, squeezed her young budding titties, and drove as much of his cock into her backdoor as he possibly could—but it bent and wasn’t quite strong enough to make full penetration.
	Jason had gone to his knees and began sucking on his Mother fresh fucked cunt.  It was gross to say the least due t o his Mother’s juices and his own.  There was gagging, retching, heaving—but no barfing.  The boy had a significant hard-on, though—and no since wasting it.  Jerry shoved his foul schlong back into his sister’s tight cunt and Jason rammed his into asshole for a Double Penetration!

*

Getting crowded
	She looked a little dazed—but there was good reason for that:  there was a boy she didn’t know fucking her!  He was a young boy, Mexican, with glasses, about eleven or so grinning his naked ass off.  Her “awareness” level had zoomed only to confound her as she (Merideth) was in new surroundings.
	Then,
	To the left of her was her eldest son, Jerry, on top of a young naked girl having sex with her.  The girl didn’t seem too distraught but still—her SON was NAKED on top of the girl with his penis going completely IN and OUT of her!
	To the right of Merideth, son Jason was doing likewise to another girl.
	Merideth couldn’t make sense of it.
	There was no sense to make of—after eleven year old Mario got off getting off he crawled up Merideth’s body to straddle her chest for his first titty fuck.  That was followed by Merideth being “compelled” to suck the boy’s dick.  While she did so—she became acutely aware of another person in the new surroundings.  Then she saw her daughter laying out on her back, legs open, naked—and it was the STRANGER having his way with her!
	Merideth went a little ballistic but was still overwhelmed by an “unseen” and “unknown” force.  She couldn’t move—even with the young Mexican youth off of her.  She thrashed, twisted, and managed to sit up but couldn’t do anything more.
	“Oh my God!” she uttered.
	Morgan looked to her mother pleadingly.

	The stranger, a man, not quite really a “man” paid neither Mother or daughter any attention but concentrated solely on screwing the daughter into oblivion.  Morgan rolled side to side, grimacing as the dick in her was more than anything she had experienced before.  Then,
	The man power fucked Morgan scooting her against the hardwood floor of the RV.  When he pulled out he began spanking her pussy with his cock before coming up to her chest and making her suck it.  Merideth tried with all her summoned might to break free the unseen bounds that bound her—and managed to become a problem and launched herself to the stranger.
	The stranger, however, although exerted by his sexual activity, backhanded the attacking woman stunning her sending her to a crumbled heap.  When she nextly awoken she was being Double Teamed—the young boy who had been in her pussy was now in her ass pounding away deliriously while her young son, Jason, was once more screwing in her pussy.
	Meanwhile, Jerry and the Stranger were double teaming one of many of the young girls present—Jerry was in the girl’s ass while the Stranger dramatically pumped her sex.  It was more than Merideth could take and she passed out.

*

Small world; fancy meeting you hear; Hey!  I know you!
	It was a risk and she knew it; but to catch a rat you had to use cheese.  And unfortunately, the cheese the rats of the new era liked were young teenage girls.  The risk factor was enormous—the “experts” said the EMAD Detectors & Preventors were TOP of the Line.  Foolproof.  It was a risk—a risk to trust but a risk all involved felt worth it to bring down those Perps using mind control to satisfy their urges.
	And for Detective Mary Deergear—the risk was personal.
	There had been the risk, too, of presenting Operation Lure to the Captain.  He didn’t exactly oppose it and actually thought well of it—but legally?  No.  It would be a fine line of “entrapment.”  Also, the “risk” factor would be exceedingly high—especially considering the “lure.”  Two possibles had been presented; one was Arlene Shirtloose; a seventeen year old high schooler who was willing to be a Subject.  She would be equipped with the latest equipment designed to Detect and Prevent Electronic Mind Altering Devices.  
	The other was a police officer who looked teenage-like although she was in her mid twenties.  Both girls knew and understood the risks but EMAD Users had to be brought down.  Detective Deergear had a personal vendetta and a deep seeded desire to see ALL Users of EMADs brought to justice.  Even so, the Detective desired only one special User and she wished to deal with him—personally!
	Everyone was a potential Perp.  Sure, not every MAN was a worthless scumbag pervert—but most were.  Given the opportunity any man—ANY MAN would & could be a low life pervert (especially if having an EMAD in their possession.)
	Her eyes watched over the small crowd at the school carnival set up in the huge parking lot of a major grocery store—a haven for potential perverts to linger and make their play via mind controlling devices.  Acting on her own, taking the risk and risking others (regardless if they were willing to participate or not) meant little to no backup.  She could call for backup, there was police presence at the carnival but for what she was involved in required more.
	There had been three false starts putting Deergear on edge—no false arrests!  One fuck up and it was her ass; her career and reputation and everything.  There had to be absolute assuredness of a Perp.  And of course, her eyes were out for the Perp who had devastated her life.
	Then,
	A tall black girl about thirteen or so began making her way towards the back exit of the carnival.  There were stationed officers there but they were busy chatting to one another.  Mary watched the girl—watched the girl—watched the girl and noted that she seemed to be alone.  She wore a green carnival band that supposedly would not allow her out of the carnival grounds alone.
	But actually, the fine print was “out of the carnival” without a parent/adult guardian wearing the same “like” wrist band.  So she could LEAVE the grounds unattended.  Then,
	There was a man; wearing a fedora, a long sleeved shirt western style but subtle; regular jeans and cowboy boots.  His long dark hair was to his shoulders and was that an airline pilot’s microphone at his mouth?  Was he talking?  Was he talking on a hands-free cell phone or talking via an EMAD?  Was he directing the black girl?
	Mary’s feet were suddenly cemented to the hard pavement of the parking lot and she felt sucker punched in the stomach unable to breathe let alone think or call out.  Then there was a cloud encompassing her already beleaguered mind; she instantly revolted trying to fight back know the familiar feeling.
	Too late.
	A dryness came to her mouth, a buzzing in her ears, dizziness, lightheaded and a general feeling of “unwell.”  The more she tried to fight it off the worse the unwell feeling became—especially the ear noise and dizziness.  Then—
	The passage of time was baffling; the next thing she knew was a drone in her ears, her body was being jostled about giving her insight that she was “traveling” (without her consent) and her hands and feet were bound—again!
	“Oh no,” Mary broke down saying, “not again!”

*

Change of tactics
	‘get in the truck’ then, ‘and as soon as you “get in the truck” undo your pants and take them down.’
	The carnival provided LOTS of opportunities, choices, options.  It was very crowded and diff to make optimum decisions; fat ones, foreign ones, skinny ones, dark ones.  Girls young, really young, teenage, young adult.  Girls with long hair, short hair, purple hair.  
	One particular girl caught his eye; she was black, slim, shy, had a good laugh and wonderful smile and in the company of several other girls of mixed heritage including white.  All the girls would be a fine amusement but there was something about “Kim” that Seth found more than alluring.  And after a time of “watching” the young girl,
	A little sidestep around the carny shack where peoples lined up to hit clown faces with water to blow up balloons and Kim kissed the one white girl friend in her klick.  The white girl, Mary Beth, was in a cowgirl motif and didn’t rebuke the kiss but embraced.  
	The embrace went to deep kissing and body rubbing; ass grabbing, too.
	Afterwards,
	‘Go out of the gate.’

	And right as rain, once inside the truck the thirteen year old girl who experimented with her girlfriend undone her lavender pants and pushed them down.  Seth watched her for a moment or two—she was unlike the others.  Kim, Kim Barknee, sat calm and still staring straight ahead clad in her short sleeved Spring powder blue top, soft pink bra, little jewelry, and green cotton panties.
	‘Push your panties to your knees.’
	Compliance!
	Seth was bemused and continued watching the girl—but was aware of the “others” behind him and other of the law official capacity assembling close at hand, too.  Time to amscray.

Points of view
	Opening her eyes and the nightmare continued—and it simply didn’t make sense.  Her mind was befuddled—and muddled!  She knew things weren’t quite right; she was naked for one and bound for two.  There were others, too; familiar and not so.  Confusing.  Abounding confusing—and compounded greatly when she noticed one familiar naked person was her son!  And that son was having making sex with a girl—a young-young girl!
	On his side, seventeen year old Jerry Laxdaisy dramatically shoved his fuck stick into a girl approximately no more than ten.  The girl seemed mindless but did make some faces.  She was a pretty girl; long brown hair, small frame and much shorter than other girls her age.  Merideth was in disbelief at what her son was doing.
	More disbelief came as her environment became more open to her careworn eyes; her other son, fourteen year old Jason, was SUCKING THE COCK of a young boy while a MAN was sodomizing him (Jason) while a naked young girl was underneath Jason sucking his balls!
	It was just about more than Merideth could take.

	She couldn’t catch her breath—‘specially after seeing Sage Pu being spanked.
	Sage Pu was naked.
	There was a man spanking her—a familiar man?
	The man was naked.
	The view was right at angle for Mary to see Sage’s ass being spanked.
	Sage Pu was a four year veteran of the police force; she was twenty-five years young but easily passed for a midlevel teenager of sixteen—sometimes even fifteen or fourteen!  To say the least and very least—Det. Mary Deergear’s breath was taken, shaken, stirred, flambasted.
	And as she watched Sage being spanked—spanked—spanked, the man spanking her became more and more familiar.  Mary closed her eyes, her heart was beating faster, stronger, harder than ever before—there was fright behind that increase, fear and a smattering of pissed offedness.
	And once more she was not in control; once more she was not able to be of any use.  The naked man finished his spanking of Sage and positioned himself behind her for apparent sodomy or rape.  Mary held her breath and tried to get a grip.  The naked sonofabitch began pumping and pumping hard; then she saw Arlene.
	“Oh my God!” Arlene was a seventeen year old Police Activity Accomplice—a person who helped the local police department.  She was nude and laying on the floor of what was possibly a Recreational Vehicle of some kind—some kind.  There was low lighting but Mary saw cabinetry, a long sofa, no dinning table or chairs—no room for them as there were SEVERAL peoples in the central area taking up space.
	There was another woman, too.
	Six girls, three boys.
	Mary couldn’t breathe—this was unconscionable.  It was inconceivable.  It was unfuckingbelievable!  How could one man do so much at one time!  He was more than an animal—more than some disgusting bastard.  Imprisonment would be too good for him; Mary opted for total castration and removal of his cock.  Her mind whirred into a frenzy of what she would do in retribution.
	The man “finished” with Sage; pulling out and away revealed the fact that he had been in her asshole.  A huge flow of cum drizzled out of the young woman’s hole that was an American half dollar in diameter.  The man heaved, breathed, and smacked Sage’s ass before slumping against a cherry wood cabinet—and locked eyes with Mary.  There was a curious grin on the man’s face and Mary suddenly realized—it wasn’t the same man!
	It wasn’t the same man who had kidnapped her, raped, and tortured her with the stun gun and made her engage sexually with other boys and girls.  Not the same man!  Not the same man—but he was doing the same things!
	WTF!

	Watching girls make-out was one thing—watching guys doing the same thing wasn’t so cool.  There was “experimenting” and being curious but really!  Jason Laxdaisy struggled to keep his sanity while apparently all those around him were losing theirs.  He didn’t understand what was happening or why—his young teen mind was totally frapped.  There were girls everywhere—naked girls, engaged in some sort of sexual activity including making-out with one another!  There, too, were guys—one was his brother!
	Sitting on the one sofa, naked, legs apart, Jason watched curiously as a Mexican-American type youth sucked his dick.  To be honest, Jason kinda liked it AND it wasn’t his first time getting his bone slurped on by another dude.  But those times when he and the other dude had “experimented” with gaydom they had been alone and in secret.  Here—there were a mix of girls and guys, a man…
	Behind the boy sucking Jason’s schlong was—
	—no, couldn’t be.  That wasn’t right.
	Jerry?
	His brother?
	WTF?  OMG!  BBQ!

	He knew (found out/discovered) that Arlene and Sage were not on the Up and Up—they were ruses set out to set up a Perpetrator of Perverted Perversions.  Arlene wore a tracking device on her watch as well as an ankle bracelet and a finger ring.  Two EMAD Detectors were on her person as well as an EMAD Preventor.  Officer Pu was similarly equipped but also had an implanted tracking device—of which Seth found (and pulverized while still in the woman’s neck!)
	To pick a “favorite” was impossible; all seemed to warm him with no one really sticking out.  But Seth was—different than most MCs (Main Characters); there were deep dark and very disturbing attributes to Seth Strangle.  Very deep and very disturbing.

	But it would seem the black girl, Kim Barknee, held his attention.  Strong feelings there were for ten year old Susan Pretzelinger.  Her face captivating and captured Seth greatly.  Little Lauren was special to him, too; her innocence mostly.  Shannon, the cowgirl, filled Seth with a different feeling—her smile, eyes, hair, body style.  She took a good spanking and sucked good cock, too!
	Marie Gongsalea was a neat girl; she took a good spanking, had some boobage, and sucked good dick!  The lone boy of that first group, Mario, Seth liked well, too; he took a good spanking and seemed to delight in giving same.  The boy had a curious look upon his face as he laid his hands to a girl’s ass.  Engaging sexually with a girl equally was curious; the boy sported a nice hard cock and had no compunction about whose pussy, mouth, or asshole he shoved it in to!
	The woman with her two sons and daughter—Seth had “discovered” the boys having secret desires for their young sibling so Seth was the instrument to perpetuate the boy’s unnatural urges.  If it weren’t for him—the boys would not know the pleasures of screwing their own sister.
	And for that matter, the boys wouldn’t know the delight in fucking their own mother, either!  He was only trying to help and both boys seemed to really get into their action—get into their mother’s crack and fuck like mad rabid dogs.
	The police officer, Detective Sergeant Mary Deergear, had deep seeded fears, likes, fetid emotions on varying levels of depravity, her homosexuality she went to great lengths to hide and shield from everyone—all the while bashing male homos, perverts, and the like.  Turns out, she herself was a bit of a perv and a full blown lesbian.  She liked to be spanked, fucked hard with a strap-on, peed on, spanked, and so on and so forth.
	Sage Pu had a boyfriend; she liked to be spanked and had had sexual intercourse with some teenagers when she was a year on the force and going undercover at a local high school snooping out the drug kings.  She got gangbanged (willingly) in the school pool and up in the canyon on the way to the lake at a hidden river side hot springs.  She was in her early twenties but no one knew her more than being a typical slutty sophomore.
	Arlene Shirtloose was a seventeen year old girl who wanted all perverts hung by their balls.  There were a few female perverts but she mostly had a grudge against the males.  Her faux pa?  Unknown, but Seth was sure for some certainty that she was not as goody-two-shoes as she seemed.  With no Q&A there was no way to uncover her secret—it had to be seen and Seth hadn’t seen it.  She was “acquired” due to her involvement with the police officers.
	Kim.
	Kim Barknee.

	African-American, thirteen years young; sweet, young, semi innocent, experimenting with another girl secretly in a public place!  On retrospect, Seth knew he should have acquired the white girl, too.  Oh well…
	There was something about the black girl.  What he didn’t know or couldn’t tell.  She had good creamy skin, chocolate.  She was polite, well mannered, well poised.  There was no hesitation in Seth’s commands.  And gazing into her eyes he felt a wild ride coming.  There was something about her…

	Looking to her left and the other naked woman shook her head like a nervous twitch—she was shaking her head NO! NO! NO! trying to fight back the horrid nightmare that just kept on going and going and going.  Screwing up her face she tried to rebuke the newest ongoing horror—taking on her sons, Jerry and Jason.
	Pursing her lips and finding herself strangely unable NOT to look, Det. Deergear watched as Merideth’s oldest son took first dibs.  The boy was seventeen and fairly well built; semi athletic, he had a big head to go with his big dick!  He cock was already dripping cum—having just been sucked on by the boy’s twelve year old sister, Morgan, eleven year old Marie, and Undercover Officer, Sage Pu.
	Morgan helped guide her brother’s cock into their Mother’s cunt.  And once the head was in the boy sunk himself all the way in—and was mostly apparently oblivious to that fact.  All that mattered was to fuck.  To fuck and cum—that was all there was that was important.  Take away the fuck, the act, the cum off, and there was nothing.
	Morgan spanked her brother’s humping ass, clutched his nut sac, and while she was on her knees, nearly twelve year old Shannon Handglove sucked/licked on her pussy!  And while Shannon lay on her backside licking out Morgan’s cunt—Mario put his own pud into the girl’s pussy.  And while Mario fucked Shannon—Susan spanked HIS ass!
	Oh!

	Jerry pumped and pumped and had a realization at the very end of his pumping that the pussy he was pumping was his Mom’s!  Pure fright enveloped him but the feeling of fucking could not—would not, be denied.  No way—no how.  He’d deal with the consequences AFTER.  All that mattered—all that there was—was to fuck and cum.
	And that’s just what he did.
	The cum off was dramatic and incredibly intense.  He came hard and then harder shoving into the pussy that had given him life fully and completely grinding up against the upper portion of his Mom’s cunt tantalizing her clit and filling her Motherly love canal with his cock.
	Then he melted as his energy was immediately depleted.  Already he had been in more pussy than he could ever-ever imagine—and young girl pussy at that!  It was up the ass of some of the girls, in their mouths, and on their chests, too; girls as young as ten with none older than twelve or thirteen.  Talk about cock ache!
 	Then, after pulling out and “resting” on an elbow—his kid sister came up and “went down” on their Mother’s pussy!
	NO!
	After several minutes of licking her Mother’s cunt clean, Morgan moved out of the way to watch her brother Jason take his turn.  Whether or not the girl was aware of what was happening wasn’t clear—she seemed to know but was too frapped in the mind to do anything about it but “let it ride.”
	Jason drove his teen cock into his Mother’s cunt and pumped tenaciously while his sister and a couple of other girls spanked him, played with his balls thru his legs, and other girls lay out with their legs open fingering themselves.
	After he came, Morgan again licked her Mother’s cunt while Lauren sucked Jason’s cock clean.  The other boy of the group scooted over into position and after Sage Pu sucked his cock, Arlene sucked his balls, the boy slid himself into Merideth’s pussy and “got busy.”  His face—his face remained the same throughout the entire ordeal; a face of wonderment, curiosity, and delirious awe.  
	Shannon, Marie, and Kim spanked the Mario’s ass as he fucked the woman; Marie tugged on his balls thru his legs while Lauren lay out with her legs spread fingering herself.  Sage and Arlene 69ed.

*

Spatial anomalies may not always spacial
	An inky expanse spread wide across his visual acuity; an inordinate number of infinite anomalies existed in exquisite affirmation.  Quite extraordinary if not astounding.  It gave thought to the aged question “Was there a God?”  It wasn’t unfathomable; but a Supreme Being?  Science revealed the existence of dinosaurs; strange drawings on ancient cave walls (depicting “alien” headgear); the creations of extraordinary buildings and other structures that simply could not have been created at the time where there were no “cranes” or other power assistance without some help by some “other worldly” means.
	There was so much chaos on the planet—wars were one thing but the corruption of societies on a global level were unbelievable.  Pollution, corruption, good peoples, bad peoples, sick and disturbed peoples—all living under one roof.  Was there a God?  Or was the existence of GOD existing solely in the mind of the people?  Was the Bible, Koran, Quran, and other forms of edict a means of living and keeping peoples of that belief “in line”?
	Seth didn’t know.  It was too confusing, too confounding.  He had seen too much corruption, deceit, and hypocrisy in the “CHURCH” and Society.  It wasn’t real, it wasn’t truthful—the “IT” being the aforementioned Church & Society.  No one was incorruptible no matter how GOOD someone was or professed to be—if given the chance, the opportunity the GOOD person would take a step to the Dark Side and parlay into the depths illicit activities.
	The little girl, Susan Pretzelinger, fussed some as Seth “entered” her from behind.  There were feelings for the girl, for all of the girls (and boys.)  But there was no attachment and the strong feelings he had were not solid.  There was an empty void in Seth Strangle—inasmuch as he was curious about sex and the curious field of mind capture there, too; the finite demise of a person’s life.
	A breath of cold air came down from the high mountain to the mountain valley; Seth sat on his knees on the mossy bank of Grover Creek watching Susan P float away.  The creek was some five feet across and about three feet deep—and cold.  A huge pasture/meadow was just across the creek where some horses and cows roamed around loosely.  Evening was upon the land and after the ten year old had faded from sight Seth arose, urinated into the creek then selected the Lauren.

	After Susan; Lauren.
	After Lauren; Shannon.
	After Shannon; Marie.
	With Lauren, Seth entered her as she lay on her backside.  Her beautiful eyes stared up to the inky sky totally oblivious to her fate.  Seth pumped and pumped, running his hands all over her gently easing her head into Grover Creek.  There was reaction as the cold water overwhelmed the effects of the mind control but too late.  Seth came off just as her Lauren made her last gasped and faded to nothingness.  Did her soul immediately arise to Heaven?  What was the purpose of funerals?  Dead people probably didn’t give a shit.  Funerals were for the living.
	To some peoples and their belief in the Bible, the “soul” ascended to Heaven right after death to walk the Golden Road and visit with the Son of God.  But, in contradiction—that was not entirely correct as there was some mentioning about a “meeting in the sky”; all souls would “arise” on the day of Jesus’ return to take His People home.
	After Shannon; road trip!
	Time to move the military truck somewhere else.
	Mary and Merideth were sitting up with Mary realizing that she WASN’T bound hand and foot as she thought.  No one was.  It was a trick in the mind.  Regardless, Mary couldn’t move to thwart any further assault(s) from the Perp—whoever he was.  And it was to note that the Perp had collected some of the girls and they didn’t return to the RV when he did and fired it up moving it along.
	The RV rolled on on apparent rough mountain road with many dips, switchbacks, hills long and short and very winding.  The ride was rough and Mary was glad it was over when the vehicle finally stopped.  But then, of course, the horror would continue.
	And she was right.
	The man whom she had believed to be her personal Perp came into the RV living room area—naked AND with a very pronounced hard-on.  Where were those other girls?  A deep horror feeling began to consume her as the recent news of those “other” girls filled her mind.
	“OH!  OH MY GOD!” she managed to blurt out.
	The naked man paused and looked at her.  His cock was HUGE!  Hard and HUGE!  Gripping the Hard and Huge cock at the base the man flopped his cock before everyone still present—then went before the woman who had the three kids.  The woman shook her head, she seemed confused beyond words or understanding fully of what was going on—save for the fact that there was a cock; HARD and HUGE waggling before her.
	Mary then watched as the naked mother took the man’s cock and sucked it.
	The man—teenager really, had a strange face; it was serious and spooky.  Mary was gravely concerned and felt as if she had been punched in the stomach.  She had tried-tried-tried to dismiss the fate of the missing girls.  Was this teenage Perp a serial killer?  Did he get his thrills with young girls and then off them some way?  Had he been responsible for ALL the latest unfortunates?
	The father and daughter found in their truck by security in the hot mid afternoon—that hadn’t been pretty.  Not too mention damned confusing—the father and daughter had been totally naked and there was “evidence” of sexual activity on the girl.  But fellow detectives surmised that some Perp with an EMAD had possibly forced the two to “engage” and then had his way with the girl before strangling them both.
	That sweet girl from the river, those boys, that little very young little girl found stuffed in a church’s school room counter…
	Had the Perp getting the BJ been responsible?
	Or the other Perp in Mary’s life?
	Or another Perp entirely!?
	After Merideth had sucked good dick—the Perp turned and waggled his sloppy schlong to the woman’s daughter who did seem appalled and more “aware” than she should be.  Closing her eyes she took the man’s cock and like her Mother had done—sucked it.  Her naked brothers flanked her watching her—waiting.
	Waiting?  For what?
	Their turn.
	Their turn?
	After their naked sister had sucked and sucked and sucked and then sucked some more—she backed up after the Perp humped her face, gouged out her nostrils and eyes and had her slurp on his hairless musty cum drenched balls.  After backing up the Perp waggled his cock before seventeen year old Jerry.
	Jerry didn’t want to but some powerful unseen force pushed him down to the hellish gayish deed and he sucked-sucked-sucked for nearly five minutes.  He gagged, retched, snorted, and was greatly embarrassed as his brother, sister, mother, and then everyone else was right there to watch him.
	After several minutes of sucking, he got the same treatment of being skull fucked like his sister.  Then brother Jason took his turn at sucking the man’s cock AND getting his skull fucked.  Thereafter, Jerry was “compelled” into sodomizing his brother—while he (Jason) sucked/licked/lapped on their Mother’s pussy WHILE sister Morgan sucked his dick!
	Then, after Jerry had fucked his brother’s hole sufficiently to the point of cumming—sister Morgan dislodged herself from Jason’s schlong and began licking Jason’s cummy cornhole.

*

I cum; therefore, I am
	Shaking her head in disbelief Mary fought to keep the pending bile down as she had slobbered and sucked on the Perp’s cock, the boys Mario, Jason, and Jerry receiving a copious amount of ball juice as her prize.  Each boy, each cock, had fucked her face after squirting its load into her mouth—and some onto her face.  Then,
	She had to endure being spanked—firstly by the boys, including the bare hard hand of the Perp followed by Officer Pu, and Police Activity Assistant Arlene.  After the spanking, Pu and Arlene took turns licking Mary’s pussy.  Mary herself licked them in a 69er event before she moved on to cunt munch the other woman, Merideth.
	After the boys had rested some hours or so they sodomized Mary and Merideth then rested again.  Mary, too.  When she awoke she found daylight streaming into the musty smelling RV living room—and found Marie and Mario “missing.”
	The RV was on the move again and Mary knew that Marie and Mario wouldn’t be returning and less likely ever be found.  That sick feeling returned and slowly she came to realize—her fate was possibly sealed, too.  That didn’t sit well with her and she was confounded greatly by her inability to do anything despite not being physically “restrained.”

	She waited—and waited—and waited.  Her turn was coming and she waited for it.  How much or even how the young Perp could do so much was awe inspiring; she knew (first hand) that teenage boys could fuck—and fuck—and then fuck some more.  They had way more stamina than a full grown man.  But from her count, the teen Perp in charge had sunk his teen dick into one hole after another and cum-cum-cum all over the place!
	On her knees, Merideth took the Perp’s teen cock (as she sucked on her son Jerry’s cock.)  Beneath Jerry and Officer Pu sucked on the boy’s swinging balls while Merideth sucked on Pu’s cunt.  The Perp was in Merideth’s asshole and after he pulled out the woman’s daughter came to firstly suck on the foul forever cum squirting cock and then—THEN lick out her Mom’s cummy asshole.
	Then,
	After some righteous hard bare hand ass smacking—
	The Perp came to Mary.
	She had been waiting for him.
	The Perp sized her up, parted her legs and gazed upon her nakedness.
	Mary hated that.  She was so vulnerable being so nude and unable to fend off his madness.  If she hadn’t gotten pregnant by the previous Perp—she was sure to be knocked up now.  The Perp held back, cocked his head this way and that—and those eyes!  Dark pools of mystery!  Was he a killer?  A serial killer, a nut ball with a mind controller?
	Slowly he came onto her placing his manhood against her cunny.  She seethed her hatred and hoped it would at least singe his dark soul.  His cock rested against her; beside them and Arlene was being double teamed by the two remaining boys, Jason and Jerry.
	If she (Det. Mary) survived the encounter—there was going to be some serious hell to pay regarding Arlene and Sage.  Unsanctioned undercover—Arlene’s parents were going to shit gold bricks while Deergear’s captain was shit green bricks (he was a Veggan).  It didn’t matter that the two unsanctioned undercover officers were willing to try and entrap a Perp using a mind controlling device—the risk was too great, no other officers were involved, and Arlene was not on the Force and not of age to make that kind of decision.
	Her career was essentially over—but if she managed to nail the current Perp then maybe it would be alright.  And as the Perp slipped into her cunny his massively incredible cock—Mary summoned all her strength and rolled coming to rest on top of the slimy bastard locking his arms in place.
	But something wasn’t quite right and didn’t play out as planned for suddenly it was SHE who was locked!  She couldn’t move and felt constrained—then felt herself laying down on the naked bastard gingerly moving her hips sliding her pussy up and down his slithering schlong.
	Teenage boy, Jerry, pulled out of Arlene to poke his prong into Mary’s asshole.  Mary lay on the Perp but didn’t look at him—well, in a way she did to find that HE wasn’t looking at her but staring up at the concave ceiling.  It was an Up Close and Very Personal look at the Perpetrator.  He was NOT the same Perp as had previously kidnapped and rearranged her life.
	The new Perp looked strange—glossy eyes, very quiet (but not shy); he looked strangely like an American-Indian but Mary didn’t think he was although there may have been a relative somewhere in his lineage.  And despite his deadpan look and apparent “I’m Not Here” gaze, the Perp placed his hands on Mary’s ass.
	Mary tensed—then felt Jerry’s cock sliding into her well fucked (and licked) asshole.  She gasped and tensed all the more.  Jerry put his hands on her hips and began pumping.  The Perp’s hands clenched her ass, rubbed Jerry’s ass, and on and on it went until both cocks erupted into her holes.

	Although she was a “muff diver” she preferred to do so on her own volition and not by force.  But as some sort of “finale”, Det. Mary D “went down” on the lovely snatches of Arlene, Sage, Morgan, Kim, and Merideth.  As her tongue licked and lapped, nipped and sucked each pussy—she was spanked.  The Perp sat with his legs crossed under him watching (and directing via EMAD).  The boys took turns spanking the Detective’s ass followed by fucking the woman’s ass—and when there was a river of cum squirting out of her hole—the person beneath had to “clean” the hole.
	Tongue lashing Sage was one thing—doing so to Kim, Arlene, Morgan—that really disgusted Mary.  But all along she had been lashing her tongue to young girls, those ten and eleven year old girls really got to her—but she knew that deep down inside her—down in her Secret place—doing what she was doing regardless of age wasn’t so bad.  She tried and tried and tried to deny-deny-deny the pleasures of licking out a girl’s pussy.  Sage’s pussy was alright, it was shaven, there were some Chinese tats there, and Mary would not mind having a personal private interlude with the woman.
	And tonguing out Arlene?  Equally ok.  Sure she was seventeen but Mary was willing to overlook that.  Arlene, too, had licked out Mary’s cunt—as had Sage, but it was Arlene who had gotten her to cum.  The young girls who had been forced to lick out her pussy she had desperately tried to put away the fact that they were ten and eleven years young.  And for the most part she had succeeded.  When the lone black girl, Kim, had tongued her—Mary very muchly wanted private time with the girl.

	The nightmare continued with some time later and Jerry, Jason, and the Perp fucked Merideth’s pussy creaming it completely inside and out—Mary then was conscripted into licking the woman’s pussy clean.  Afterwards, the woman was taken outside of the RV…
	The boys, Jason and Jerry, stared at the door their Mother had gone out of.
	They stared and stared—waited and waited.

*

	The new day didn’t bring anything “new.”  The Perp moved the big RV for over an hour and apparently ‘cross country.  Then, Jason and Jerry were once more put thru their paces—doubling up on their sister firstly, then into Arlene, Sage, Kim, and Mary.  The boys managed to cum in their sister; they still managed to have sufficient hard-ons but didn’t cum in Arlene.  The boys switched holes immediately after fucking Arlene but that didn’t help.
	Arlene wasn’t a bad looking girl but the boys’ schlongs were simply worn the fuck out!  They took a rest while the Perp put his schlong into Kim.  Laying right out on the floor, the young black teenager was nailed—the view was prime for everyone to see the Perp’s cock going into her.  Mary tried and tried and tried to break free the invisible force holding but couldn’t.
	An hour later and after some lunch, water and/or soda, the boys went on to double team Sage where they DID manage to cum—Jason creaming the twenty-five year old undercover police woman’s pussy while up her ass the boy’s seventeen year old brother slammed his cock fully jutting just about all the cum he had left to offer.
	While Jason pumped into Kim’s dirt chute and Jerry into her honey of a cunny, Kim suckled on the Perp’s cock.  Mary watched him—he was odd.  He spoke nothing and made no actions like other perpetrators did.  He didn’t act out or show violence.  Mary was sure that a FBI profiler would love to interview this guy.
	When evening type time came—the worn out boys double drilled Mary.
	The Perp watched her; sitting Indian fashion curiously cocking his watching the boys slam their cocks into her orifices.  Both lads managed to cum but it was clear sticky substance.  Neither boy wanted to ever fuck again!  The Perp spanked Mary; turning her onto her hands and knees with her face down onto the sofa.  He laid into her but still did not really exhibit the exactness of violent behavior common in perp’s like him.
	Worn out herself; and after the spanking, Detective Mary fell to sleep.
	When she awoke hours later—Jerry and Jason were missing.  A horrible feeling burgeoned in her stomach churning over and over.  There was no more thinking or wondering—once you left the RV you weren’t coming back.  That assurance came as her eyes fell on the young man and the sash cord in his hands.