August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Fifty Nine
Disturbingly Dark II

(continuing from previous chapter)
	The panties were pushed down and a finger touched firstly her not-so-virginal asshole which made her freeze.  Not clench—she was beyond that.  She froze and was in a state of petrifaction—then the sonofabitching blackmailing bastard touched her cunny.
	Dawn couldn’t breathe.
	She couldn’t think, she couldn’t twist out of the situation she was in, she couldn’t breathe.  How had this happened?
	Oh, that thing with fooling around with his son.
	With the panties down—more spanking.
	And when after her ass was seriously red and stinging—and Mr. O’Dellgronk’s hand seriously worn out she was stood up and gazed upon.
	“I’d like one more thing.” O’Dellgronk said in a low determined voice.
	“What?” asked Dawn feeling so vulnerable; her pants and panties were at her knees and it was a hard thing to keep and maintain her rampant emotions.
	Mr. O’Dellgronk stood up and fished out his cock.  It was hard, long, and very unlike his eight year old son’s lily white boyish prick.
	“Suck me.” he said flatly.
	Dawn felt faint.
	The knot in her stomach twisted and began to churn.
	She had never sucked a “man” cock—she HAD sucked Brock Massturd’s cock AND taken it up the ass (from Brock Massturd.)  Along with being unable to breathe—she couldn’t see, either (not literally.)  Her teacher stood with his “manhood” sticking out of his pants and it was way bigger than any cock she had sucked in her young life this far.
	And it was a MAN cock—not a boy cock; not a little boy or teenage boy cock but a MAN cock.  And a MAN cock belonging to her junior high biology teacher!  She was frightened genuinely so, concerned for her welfare, and sickened.  Mr. O’Dellgronk flopped his cock tugging it tautly right before Dawn’s face.
	The audacity!  The sheer guile, the gall, the BALLS of the man!
	“Suck me,” said O’Dellgronk, “and this can all be over.”

	Dawn pursed her lips, cringed, clutched her self tightly all over, and thought of O’Dellgronk’s little boy.  She had sucked him; she had gotten him into her pussy!  He had spanked her!  They had bathed together!  He licked her pussy AND peed on it!
	So, with a sigh (and still cringing) she put her lips to her teacher’s cock and performed the task—the Presidential (aptly named after the US Prez who got a hummer in the Oval Office).  It wasn’t too terrible a task—it was just the impudence of it all.
	There were SOME thoughts of cocksucking a guy’s cock—a guy’s cock who was older than Brock Massturd.  Trying hard-hard-hard to put the foul act out of her mind Dawn slobbered on the cock up and down—up and down—up and then down.  She even masturbated the cock!
	At length—just prior to the man cumming off, Dawn pulled back and simply stroked the man’s schlong.  He then announced, “I’m going to cum!” which was conveying the fact that he wanted her to continue sucking him.  Dawn had sucked cock that was possible of cumming (and wasn’t too keen on the outcum.)  Brock Massturd had cum in her mouth, on her face, on her tits, and on/in her ass(hole).  She didn’t particularly like it much—it was sticky, icky, and gross.  She couldn’t imagine what MAN cum would be like—and she didn’t want to find out, either!
	O’Dellgronk stood the girl—whew!
	Then hugged her with specific grip to her bare ass.  His manhood was right up against her stomach.  Fear began to consume her—this was turning out all so wrong.  Behind her, though, on the television screen was Dawn and O’Dellgronk’s song taking a bath together.
	So, when the horny biology teacher wanted Dawn to “take off” her clothes and “get on the desk”—Dawn felt obliged.  She was truly scared and greatly concerned.  But what choice did she have?  She was busted—and then some.
	So, on the desk she came to be—her clothes on the floor, Mr. O’Dellgronk partly naked before her.  His cock was hard—harder than it had been when in her mouth.  Dawn knew then what was going to happen and it sickened her all the more.  Her stomach tightened and if it hadn’t been for the air conditioner vent right above the desk sending wafts of cool air to her fevered brow she would have surely threw up.
	O’Dellgronk went to his knees, parted the teenager’s legs, admired her teenage cunt, then “went down” on her.  The act caused Dawn to tingle all over; there was a surge of sensational feelings—both good and bad rivering throughout her young body.  Her nipples hardened.  She felt violated and tried to close her eyes tightly to block out the kinda horrid offense.
	On the TV there she was on her back with O’Dellgronk’s young son between her legs—fucking her.
	The tongue flicking in her pussy had talent.  Eight year old Davy and fourteen year old Brock had talented tongues, too; but Mr. O’Dellgronk had a TALENTED tongue!  So much so that he got her to cum!  Dawn had to frig herself something fierce to get her to cum.  It was just the illicitness of having a young boy lick her cunny out that got her to cum.  It was the thrill of naughtiness from being eaten out by hunky Brock Massturd that got her to cum.
	But the tonguing from her biology teacher—wow!
	She came once—she knew and was aware of that.
	She came twice—she knew and was aware of that.
	Was there a third cumming?
	A fourth cumming?
	Her body tingled all over; her mind was clouded; she felt the need to pee; her nipples were as hard as ever; and Mr. O’Dellgronk was standing up!  Dawn breathed hard—harder.  Clenching the desk and laying on the desk butt bare assed naked it kinda came to her what was going to happen—the same thing that was happening on the television screen.
	O’Dellgronk placed the tip of his cum squirter right up against her trembling cunt and gouged it thereon.  An up and down gouging followed by a poke and prodding and was making steady penetration when—
	A knock-knock-knock on the door interrupt festivities.
	Dawn flew off of the desk scattering books and papers, grade book, coffee mug, and other assorted desk top clutter.  Under the desk she went reaching out grabbing her clothes pulling them in JUST AS a janitor jiggling his keys and opening the locked door barged in.
	Mr. O’Dellgronk was pissed and yelled at the man “GET OUT!” and furiously pointed to the paper in the window the man had ignored.  The Mexican janitor shrugged and said something in Mexican/Spanish and went on to the next door leaving a very frustrated teacher and student in a state of frenzy.
	Dawn had slipped on her clothes meanwhile coming out from under the desk zipping up and adjusting her bra and shirt.  Breathing hard-harder-hardest she said,
	“I gotta get home!” and she cast her pretty frightened eyes to the television screen where she and Davy were 69ing.  Davy licked happily Dawn’s cunt while Dawn suckled both Davy’s cock and balls and spanked his ass.
	O’Dellgronk nodded and was exasperated.  His cock was still hard (but tucked inside his slacks) out of sight.  He nodded and waved his hand “go on”.  Dawn grabbed up her book bag and fled the classroom.  At the end of the hall at the big double doors she at last threw up.

Thursday
	The following day was a toughie—as Dawn left English 1 making way for Biology 1A that familiar feeling of sickness gripped her.  All the day she had had the feeling a dread.  All the night she had tossed and turned—and tossed her cookies, too!  She had SUCKED a man’s cock!  He had nearly creamed into her mouth!  He had nearly FUCKED HER!
	“Are you alright?” asked one of her closest friends, Ellen (remember her? Chptr 58/pg 63)
	Dawn looked lost, faint, and ill.  As she got nearer to the biology classroom there were suddenly weighted weights on her ankles and it felt as if though she were sloshing thru a field of mud.
	Once in the classroom she avoided Mr. O’Dellgronk’s eyes and kept her head down.  She suddenly realized that she was in a dress!  She liked dressing up now and then and like dresses, skirt outfits, other forms of clothing other than jeans and assorted pants.  She couldn’t fathom why she had put on a dress after what had happened!?  The dress was a nice summery halter tie-neck, batik blue print smocked backed polyester and just above the knees length.  All the day she had felt comfortable in the dress—until biology class time.
	The last few minutes of class were the worst—any minute and the bastard (who happened to have an amazingly talented tongue!) would call her to “stay after” class.  But in that—there was debate.  It wasn’t all bad (what happened the day before) but then again—it wasn’t supposed to happen AND was slightly illegal.
	So was her messing with the teacher’s little boy.
	AND there was evidence!
	That part was bad—real bad.
	But as much as Brock and Davy had licked out her cunny neither had done such a wondrous job as had Mr. O’Dellgronk.  That tongue had been amazing!
	“Dawn?”
	“Dawn?”
	“Oh, Dawn?  Anyone home?  Time to go?”
	Class was over and Dawn Mushsauce was “lingering.”
	And Mr. O’Dellgronk wasn’t even in the class!

Friday
	Thankfully there were friends; Ellen, Claudia, Stacey who were there to keep Dawn busy and keep her mind off of the fateful Thursday afternoon.  Dawn had a busy life—school was just a small part of her busy life; there were her friends who took up a great deal of her life; home life was another.  But then there was “me time.”  Private time in her bedroom and in the shower.
	In the shower she collapsed into a sitting huddle.  She didn’t get sick but the horror of nearly being raped—sucking O’Dellgronk’s cock, his fingering her, his tonguing her pussy, his evidence of her providing the way for him to blackmail her—all added up to several minutes of breaking down in the shower stall.
	On the other hand, while laying in her bed with the night’s breeze cooling her near naked body AND her fingers fingering her bothered pussy—the man DID have a talented tongue!  And what’s more—she LIKED it!
	She liked it!
	Dawn Mushsauce liked being tongued out by her biology teacher, David O’Dellgronk—but it was wrong.  Wrong-wrong-wrong!!!  (but it felt so good-good-good!!!)  No matter how hard she frigged herself, rolled over pooching her ass up and seriously “getting after it” including spanking herself—she could not replicate the insidious pleasure of O’Dellgronk’s tonguing of her to the point of bringing her to multiple orgasms.
	What would she have done had he actually gotten his cock into her?
	The dangling problem was, though—the videotape.
	She would have to take that one step at a time.  The quandary remained—O’Dellgronk’s talented tongue and the wrongness of letting him “have his way” with her.  She knew that if they were together again—she was going to get fucked.
	And the problem thought was—would that be a bad thing?
	She knew messing with the man’s son was wrong—really wrong.  But somehow it was different.  Somehow.  She was thirteen—what the hell did she know about Right and Wrong?  According to most laws in most civilized countries, she was a “child”.  The more she thought the more she developed a headache.
	AND as she lay in the darkness of her second floor room, window open, a light breeze drifting in to cool her fevered body, wearing only her panties laying on top of her bed friggin’ her cunny to beat all—did the door open?
	The only one home was her Dad.  Her Mom was out of state on business for her company.  She wasn’t sure but was relatively certain for some sureness that her bedroom door DID open.
	Or was it her imagination?
	Too much was on her mind; an English test was in just hours; Math and History, too.  And a biology exam w/o the froggies.  A knot formed in her stomach; another knot.  Going to biology class would never be the same—she had SUCKED the man’s cock!  She had masturbated him!  He had licked her out!  He had licked her out while she was NAKED ON HIS DESK!!!
	And very-very nearly had he fucked her.
	Somehow there was sleep with Dawn being awoken a little after Six AM by her Daddy saying “You’re going to be late.”
	Thing was—Dawn was still clad in “just her panties!”  The bedding on her bed was bunched up all over and Dawn didn’t realize the spot she had put her Daddy in.  She was known to be a sound sleeper and her bedside alarm clock had to be set on BUZZER rather than music ‘cause she normally just slept right thru pop trendy songs.
	Downstairs and Dawn found her dear Daddy embarrassed.  Brad Mushsauce was in his morning attire—robe and when he swung around serving up morning breakfast fare to his lovely daughter—did Dawn catch sight of something sticking the robe outwardly-like?  Something like say—a cock?
	At school; Homeroom, English.  Somehow she managed to put her mind to writing an essay and possibly passing the test (she wouldn’t find out until Monday morning, though, if her mind was in the right place or not.)
 	Next class was Gym—smacked by a soccer ball she wasn’t watching out for.  She was totally lost in thought.	Third Class was Math—a toughie but she thought well of herself that she managed to pass without too much difficulty.  Fourth Class was History; no test but a Pop Quiz that was verbal and class participation.  
 	Lunch came nextly followed by Social Science, French I, and lastly Biology.
	While taking the test on “Identify & Classify biotic & abiotic factors in the 
Environment and Compare forms & structures of Animal & Plants”, Dawn broke her pencil led by pressing down so hard.  It meant a trip up to the desk for a new pencil or to noisily sharpen the one she had.  There was no digging in one’s bookbag for a spare pencil—it eluded to the possibility of possibly cheating.
	“I liked your dress.” Mr. O’Dellgronk said as he handed her a new pencil.
	Dawn clenched and felt her stomach tighten.
	Another month and a half and she was out of 7th grade—but still in junior high and STILL with Mr. O’Dellgronk teaching biology 2.  The trip back to her seat was a long one.  
	With the test over—
	“I know it’s Friday and you have an itch to be with your friends,” said Mr. O’Dellgronk, “but I’ve got an itch, too!”
	Dawn was in a spot—the A/V machine was still present in the classroom; where was the video with the “evidence” of Dawn having sexual frivolity with O’Dellgronk’s son, Davy?
	“If you play along,” the bio teacher said, “I’ll make sure you pass your remaining exams AND,” he said with a smile, “I’ll give you that incriminating tape!”
	That was a plus.  Still a disgusting thing proposed but it was a plus.  Biology wasn’t Dawn’s strong suit and to have the videotape of her with Davy—big plus!  She shrugged and the naughty business would not take place in the classroom on the desk but instead in the man’s private office.
	Joy!
	Joy and trepidation.  Those weights on Dawn’s ankles became anchors.
	Mr. O’Dellgronk had enough time in with the school to warrant his own office.  It was small, cramped, narrow, and to turn around you had to exit the room first to do so.  There was a desk with hutch, stacks of books, and a green not-very-new sofa.  One window that was wire mesh and no one could see out or in.  The door was locked behind her as she entered firstly with Mr. O’Dellgronk behind her.  Surely her heart would pound out of her chest.  There was a sickness forming but maybe she could make it thru before vomiting.  Maybe.
	The teacher; husband and father, settled into an armless high back wooden chair (the chair had once had arms but they had been removed—for nefarious reasons no doubt!)	 Dawn was moved into position—across the man’s lap and once more to endure being spanked.
	Two-tree-four spanks and the man’s hand began to delve in between Dawn’s legs with serious intent to her cunny.  It was blackmail, an ugly-ugly word; the more was an opportunist, a sneaky opportunist taking advantage.  But then on the other hand—Dawn HAD had sexual relations with the man’s son.
	After some serious intent fingering O’Dellgronk stood his prized student up and without him even saying so she undone her jeans and pushed them down hooking her panties shucking them as well.  Her mind began to blank; she stared straight ahead locking eyes on the portraits of past teachers, plaques and awards, pictures of school principals from the beginning of the school’s existence as well as all the US presidents to current.
	The embarrassment level was exceedingly high; she felt nauseous and couldn’t believe she was standing with her pants AND panties down!  Her mind went into a funk and barely heard the man ask,
	“Can you take off your top?”
	In an action like in a dream the 7th grader slipped off her green knit top followed by her bra.  Swirling thick fog filled her mind; there were trickles of sweat rolling down her neck and she felt the need to “go to the bathroom.”
	Mr. O’Dellgronk was suddenly was fondling her breasts; then,
	“How about the REST of your clothes?”
	Much like a zombie and Dawn kicked off her shoes then stepped out of her pants and panties.  Then she was pulled down again to lay across his lap.  The teacher then began caressing her ass, squeezing the cheeks, a light smack here and there and then probing her tight asshole.
	The swirling clouds became more and more—which was good sorta/kinda ‘cause after the spanking and anal probing the naked girl was laid out on the sofa, shoulders to the back of the crappy green comfort unit, legs spread WIDE.  Her mind so befuddled she missed the man undressing…
	Suddenly the swirling mass of foggish clouds cleared replaced by brilliant bright lightening strikes blasting across her fevered mind—Mr. O’Dellgronk was once more licking out her pussy!  Once more familiar sensations sensationalized her young body—her nipples hardened and the experience of multiple orgasms once again flooded her being.
	She began to buck; the feelings were beyond her comprehension and she was tantalized beyond belief.  O’Dellgronk had the most fantastic tongue!  All over the exterior of her teenage cunt and flicking into the recesses of her love canal the masterfully wicked tongue treated the young teen to a state of euphoria she would seldom ever find again.
	Then,
	“Just relax.”
	Then,
	Dawn’s eyes bulged and strangely she felt herself transported to place she had never been before—but she felt as if though she had read it in a book or something.  Heavy fog, wet air, crashing surf, heavy scent of “ocean”; craggy sea cliffs, and a lone lighthouse perched out on some rocks.  The surf was the thing, though; loud and rhythmic.
	O’Dellgronk’s manly manhood had eased into the girl’s cunny but once the average man tube had gone ALL THE WAY into her sex he pulled out partly then plunged back in and repeat kicking up the speed with each plunge.  He did pull out completely to hump the girl’s gash and even poke her butthole making the girl twist and arch dramatically.  The girl’s actions told the teacher he had “struck a nerve.”  Placing the girl’s legs up against his chest, her ankles on his shoulders, he shoved his fuck stick into her sex and “got after it!”
	More incredible feelings Dawn had never known before surged thru her body to the point of which she felt herself literally on fire!  Her antics of thrashing on the bed cumulated with being vocal.
	“OH!  YES!  YES!  OH!”
	“OH!  MY GOD!  OOOOOOOH!  MY GOD!”
	Plus words that were unpronounceable.
	David O’Dellgronk got one sensational orgasm to Dawn’s multiple.
	The man slumped into his chair breathing hard, sweating harder.
	Dawn felt the sudden cold presence of sea air—stinky seaweed sea air.  It was refreshing but then there was a vileness associated with that ambience, too.  Her stomach began to churn and hurling was “just around the corner.”
	But first!

	The biology teacher had recovered somewhat and turned his hapless pupil over having her front half on the middle cushion with her knees on the floor.  The man then began licking her asshole—poking it with his tongue before violating it with his cock.

*

OH!
	There was a pizza party at Pizza Haven; a movie offer, just hang out at the park or at a friend’s (Ellen being the initiative friend (sensing something was bugging her BFF Dawn.))  But Dawn was into none of that—she wanted to be alone—and for Dawn to pass up a pizza party!  Wow!  Something WAS wrong!
	Once home she showered.
	Her stomach was queasy but not enough to make her sick.
	No one was home; Mom still out of town on business but there was a message from her and they would talk later that evening.  Daddy dearest was still at work but it was his own business and he, therefore, had his own hours and popped home any time he wanted.
	But Dawn was relatively certain for some assuredy that he was reliable enough not to show until at least 5:30.  That gave her a little Me Time.  She didn’t like ditching her friends OR the pizza party but the After School Extra Curricular Activity had set her off and she wasn’t in the mood for socializing frivolity.
	Then,
	‘take off your clothes.’ This after the girl had put on clothes after her shower—a shower of which Dmitri had missed!  But he was there and found the two-story home “nice.”  It was cool, well decorated, BIG, and Dim felt comfortable in it.  It was that “comfort” that prompted him to prompt Dawn to shed her clothes in her upstairs bedroom and traipse about the house—naked.
	A little Q&Aing discovered the fact that it wasn’t her first time.
	In Mr. O’Dellgronk’s private office the festivities of sex had been awesome but the low lighting conditions left a lot to be desired.  Laid out on the teacher’s desk and the naked girl had been ridiculously awesome to gaze upon and it was that “ridiculously awesomeness” that disrupted Dim’s abilities.  Nothing concerning the EMAD but he himself—he was stunned by her beauty (and the audacity of the circumstance.)
	So, in the house with the girl in her room naked—Dim paused her so as he could gaze upon her with no time issue.  Watching her undress and Dim definitely got interested in her.  She had fine form, good sized moderate breasts, nice shape, posture, demeanor, personality—everything that was enticing (sexually speaking.)

	But Dmitri held off—for now.
	Once Dawn was naked her mind was freed (sorta-kinda).
	‘go about the house as you are.’ And as previously stated—it wasn’t her first time.
	‘have you gone naked in the house—alone?’
	No, not always.
	Ah, the plot thickens!
	‘who else has gone naked with you?’
	“Ellen.” she answered verbally.
	‘anyone else?’
	Yep, “Claudia” and “Brock” but not at the same time.
	Hmmm  ‘anything “sexually” going on with Ellen?  Claudia?  Brock?’
	With Ellen, yes.  Just frolicking naked with Claudia and Brock.
	Dim was going to pose more questions for his inquiring mind but his dick said otherwise and demanded attention.  Dim re-grabbed Dawn’s mind and after stripping off his own clothes got the girl to suck him.
	She wasn’t ten, or eight, or twelve—but at thirteen she was alright and Dmitri was “relieved” after the very satisfying suck.  A goodly amount of jiz filled her mouth and though it was disgusting (to Dawn’s point of view she accepted it and that was that.
	Well, not entirely.
	Dim wanted to see the girl romp about the house naked But First!
	On her bed, with her legs open, Dim applied his tongue to her cunny.  It wasn’t as talented (shamefully to say) as Mr. O’Dellgronk’s but it did the job just as well.  The girl had basically blanked out when the biology teacher had put his tool into her sex—she had reacted as she should with stiff nipples, grunting, groaning, twisting this way and that giving way to the assumption that she was aware (but in a dull sort of way.)
	Dim inserted his tool and felt an orgasm springing to life right off!  The girl had an amazing pussy and it seriously rocked his world.  No other girl previous filled Dim’s mind—only room for Dawn!  The girl’s nipples hardened and Dim sucked them along with her delightful teenage titties one-two.
	Three minutes later and BLAM-O!  Hello orgasm!
	And as Dim settled into a slow methodic pump getting every bit of orgasmic pleasure as possible ‘would you consider sex with your Dad?’ a curious mind had to know.
	A curious mind was denied—the probing posing question was too bizarre for the teenager to conjure any sort of answer.  So,
	‘would you let your Dad watch you finger yourself?’
	No answer.
	Let’s try this,
	‘if your Daddy WANTED to watch you masturbate—would you let him?’
	There was no answer but there was “thought.”  Dim saw the girl thinking, contemplating, considering.  Of course, watching a teenage girl finger herself was prelude to—
	‘if your Daddy came to you (to cum on you) wanting to have sex with you—would you let him?’
	Dawn began to breath hard as the contemplation of incest crept further and further into her psyche.  At length, though,
	‘No, I-I don’t think so.’ she thought hard in replying to Dim inquiry.
	Dim turned the girl over and swatted her ass—not hard, just a little to enjoy doing so.  Then, parting her legs he poked and prodded his way into her backdoor finding it delightfully tight and very snug.  No probing questions were posed—just his probing cock.  Dim was in deep thought—he knew from what he had spied on so far that Dawn’s Dad, Jerry, wanted to fuck her.  Well, he didn’t know for absolute sureness but had seen the man watching his daughter masturbate.  The man had a very prominent boner—Dawn was a teenage girl with a hot body; any man would enjoy sinking his pud into her.
	After ejaculating into Dawn’s crap tunnel he sat her up so as he could wrap his arms about her and finger her pussy.  Afterwards, he sent her to go about the house naked, fix herself a snack in the kitchen, and was going to get laid again by Dmitri Tsugua when someone rang at the front door.
	Dawn was at first startled but peeking thru the peephole she found Ellen waiting for her.  Dawn didn’t streak off to gather something to cover herself but instead hid behind the great oaken door and let her friend in who giggled and blushed along with shrieked when seeing Dawn “in the buff.”  When the door closed (and was locked) the two hugged one another and then kissed.
	Lots of hugging, lots of deep passionate lesbian kissing then Dawn was practically mad getting Ellen out of her clothes.  Dim’s cock ached and time WAS an issue as Dawn’s dear Daddy was due home in about half an hour.  Plenty of time for two teenage girls to make out and Dim to secretly make out with them.

	And Dim was just getting off in Ellen’s asshole when he heard a car drive up into the drive-way.  Daddy’s home!  He finished with Ellen, smacked Dawn, and was exhausted.  The girls had come to Dawn’s room—after romping on the living room sofa, laying out on the desk in Dawn’s Daddy’s den engaging in Cunt Munching 101, the girls fled to Dawn’s room where sexual frivolity got “kicked up a notch.”
	Dim involved himself shortly thereafter.
	After a brief rest and knowing Dawn’s Daddy was in the house, 
	Dim left the girls as they were—laying naked on Dawn’s bed titty to titty.  Dim then slipped out of the room to go find Jerry and probe his mind.  And he found the man—in the living room holding a pair of discarded panties.  Ellen’s panties.  Ellen’s shirt, pants, PANTIES were on the floor at the sofa where Ellen and Dawn had frolicked.  Jerry held Ellen’s panties in his hand and was in deep-deep thought.
	He didn’t know that they were not his daughter’s; but that didn’t really matter—not really.
	‘would you, if you could, FUCK your daughter?’
	Unlike Dawn who was too befuddled to answer clearly—Jerry Mushsauce had a clear answer—“YES!”  more than anything did the man want to sink his daddy dong into his teenage daughter’s pussy.  He wanted a blowjob from her, too.  He also wanted to spank her ass—her bare ass.
	And of Ellen?
	Claudia?
	Stacey?
	Mallory?
	Cherie?
	Girls who came to the Mushsauce house to visit and have babysitter meetings and parties and whatnot.  Definite on Ellen; for sure on Claudia; oh yes on Stacey; for sure on Mallory; no doubt on Cherie.  Ellen, Claudia, and Stacey we’ve already met.  Mallory and Cherie are “junior” babysitters and a year younger than Ellen, Claudia, Stacey, and Dawn.
	And Jerry Mushsauce had no problem with wanting to FUCK the junior babysitters.  No problem at all.  Dim smiled—if he (Jerry) had his way, he WOULD very muchly FUCK all the girls his daughter knew and came to the house.  And THAT included the girls Dawn babysat!  Those girls were much younger than the junior babysitters Mallory and Cherie—those girls were in grade school!
	Jerry had potential!
	If he had an EMAD he’d be like Dmitri!

	The desire was there but there was some sort of hold up—Jerry’s mind was “locked up” preventing him for meandering up the stairs to his daughter’s bedroom.  In his mind causing the lock up were the images of Ellen, Claudia, Stacey, Mallory, Cherie and then all the little girls those girls took care of.  For sure did Jerry want to be with Ellen.  For definite did he want to see Claudia (naked).  In every way did he want to see Stacey, Mallory, and Cherie naked—naked—naked.

	Ellen.  For sure for sure did Jerry M want to see that girl naked.  Naked, laid out on his bed, or on Dawn’s, whichever; and willing to take him on.  He ached for that girl—often did he fantasize about boning her, spanking her, driving his bone into her young teenage cunny.  He dreamed endlessly of cumming onto her face!
	There were dreams, too, of Claudia sucking the life out of his cock.
	He fantasized of fucking Stacey in the ass.
	Of Mallory he dreamed of laying her across his lap and spanking her.
	And the token black girl, Cherie—he wanted her to reside on his face!
	A host of “little girls” that the older girls babysat for filled his mind to capacity.  He had seen them in their swimsuits—and having a daughter of his own made it worse.  He knew what those girls looked like naked.  He knew about their underwear.  He knew them, had had one or two on his lap, had heard some of them fart, wet their pants, and briefly naked as they changed clothes.
	Dawn.
	Sure he had changed her when she was a baby and toddler AND when she was a little older and she had had an “accident.”  Yep, he had heard her fart, too.  There were glimpses of his daughter clad in her underwear, swimsuit, and Birthday Suit.  And recently—spread out on her bed fingering herself.
	Yeah, Jerry Mushsauce definitely wanted to be there to watch—up close and personal!  He wanted to be so close he could SMELL her activity!  He wanted to lick her pussy!  Of her close girlfriends—the same applied.
	And that went for the wee little ones, too!
	Oh!

	Ellen had a family event the following day so her romp with Dawn was short.  Jerry was left downstairs in the kitchen with Dim limited in the way of dinking further with the man’s mind.  Only after the girls had romped and romped their fill did they realize the time issue—Ellen had to get home (which was two blocks down and one over.)
	After sitting up being giddy-giddy did Ellen realize where her clothes were.
	“Oh my God!” she blurted.
	Dawn raced to the window seeing her Daddy’s car in the drive.
	“My DAD’S home!”
	Ellen looked panicky.
	Dawn was a little pasty.
	‘calm yourselves.’ Dim electronically minded to the freaking out freaked pair.  ‘go downstairs, get your clothes, get dressed.’
	Dim sighed and watched the girls collect themselves then slowly-slowly creep down to the living room.  Dawn’s Daddy was still “mind locked” in the kitchen—holding Ellen’s panties!
	Oh!
	“My Dad has your panties!”
	Ellen’s face went flush as she stood butt bare assed naked in the Mushsauce living room.  It was 6:30 and Ellen had to get home—soon.  
	‘don’t sweat the small stuff.’ Dim piped into the girl’s mind; and,
	‘would you let Dawn’s Dad see you naked?’
	Like Dawn—Ellen couldn’t formulate an answer one way or the other.
	Well, ok, new plan.	
	(and by the way—I’ve come to notice that one of my testicles is hanging down much lower than it should; but on the other hand, it balances out the other two!)
	Dim found it a little difficult in warping Ellen’s mind into accepting sexual relations with Dawn’s Dad.  Dim wanted the girl to be “aware” of getting eaten out, fucked, and sodomized—along with being spanked, shower time, and repeat.  It was doable but there were complications, too.
	The same went for Dawn but not as complicated.  After digging, probing, inserting this notion and that it WAS uncovered that a sexual relationship with her Daddy wouldn’t be so bad.  It would be weird and she knew if they should ever get caught—oh!
	But actual “intercourse” was a toughie.  Messing with Annise, the boys Rodny and Charlie (and others) was one thing—and of course illegal, immoral, illicit.  But with her Dad!?  It was too unconscionable; too inconceivable to fathom whatsoever.  She loved her Daddy.  They hugged, light kiss pecks, and a time or two he HAD patted her butt.  But that was a daddy thing.	
	Wasn’t it?
	‘go into the kitchen and ask Mr. Mushsauce for your panties.’
	Ellen held back for a moment, cocked her head, thought it over seriously and thought it a little weird to have to go ask Dawn’s Daddy for her underwear.  But after a moment or so she marched off to the kitchen, naked, carrying her other clothing.  Dawn followed after her—butt bare assed naked.  (she HAD been going to dress while in her bedroom but Dmitri stopped her.)
	Ellen marched into the kitchen.
	Mr. M stood staring at her with a very puzzled look on his face.
	“May I have my panties back?”
	Mr. M stood holding the yellow bikini panties with little white daises all over them—and a serious boner raging away in his slacks.  Nervously he handed the undergarment over and Ellen took it.  But before she could slip the undies on,
	‘turn around, bend over, take the spanking.’ addressed to Ellen (of course)
	‘spank her—bare handed.’
	Mr. M could hardly breathe.  This didn’t make sense.
	But he applied his hand to the girl’s ass—but not in a “spanking” motion as directed.  His curiosity trumped the EMAD’s input.  The curiosity level soared as the naked thirteen year old Ellen Sitteright “bent over” in the Spank Me position.
	What was a guy to do?
	Confusion or not—Jerry let fly his hand to Ellen’s ass and felt a sudden rush of orgasmic ah.  Spanking bare ass felt sooooo good!  Seldom had he ever laid hand to his own child, she was a good girl and hardly ever needed discipline—only when she was a young-young child but that had been years and years ago.
	One spank—two spank—three!
	Ellen’s mind was nipped—for now.  Dim wanted the girl to be aware and experience the punishment but there were complications and the need for the girl to get home.  But there was no way—no way to have the girl amscray and leave Mr. M “in a bad way.”
	‘alright,’ Dim said thinking and mulling it over, ‘whip it out.’
	There was slight hesitation but only slight.  Mr. Mushsauce was horny beyond belief and inasmuch as he wanted to have sex with his daughter—having sex with his daughter’s friends was tops.
	A nominal dick the man had, more than six inches atypical of the US American male.  It was long, hard, and steaming.  A bit of pre-cum glistened on at the piss slit.  Not much encouragement did Dim have to put to the man; willing he applied his cock to Ellen’s ass and rubbed it all over with special intent to her crack AND hole.
	The clock on the stove read in blue numbers 7:05; the Route 66 clock on the wall revealed eight minutes after the hour of seven.  Ellen was late—and would be later if she didn’t get going.  Dim thought it over and decided to go with the girl to see if he could cool a possible irate parent.
	So, with that in mind—
	Up on the breakfast table Ellen did go, her legs opened wide revealing herself—her sex, to Mr. M.  Mr. M had a helluva smile on his face and a little more than pre-cum began to glisten the tip of his penis.  Onto his knees he went placing his whole mouth to Ellen’s pussy.  Closing his eyes he got after the deal that was “cunnilingus” and very muchly enjoyed eating the girl out.
	That was followed by fucking the girl.

	She was over 40 minutes late getting home; thankfully, though, Dim was there to smooth things over and cool an irate parent.  Thereafter; Ellen headed for the bathroom (for shower) and Dim headed back to the Mushsauce house.  That took an additional 30 minutes.
	And not much had happened since his departure—an anticipated phone call from Dawn’s Mom, dinner made by Dawn’s Dad, this and that, typical Father/Daughter banter aka socializing, then off to their own rooms to end the day.
	After Jerry had sunk his cock into Ellen Sitteright’s pussy and fucked her well and then some—cumming off in just over the three minute mark, Dim took the opportunity to wipe their minds of the incident—just the incident in the kitchen whereupon Ellen got fucked but not the “those are my panties” or the romp in Dawn’s bedroom.
	Decisions—decisions
	Dawn or her Father?
	Dawn—or her Father?
	Daddy Jerry was a mess—his mind, anyways.  Dawn was on his mind heavily along with Ellen.  Both girls had come into the kitchen where he had been holding a pair of panties that were Ellen’s.  Both girls had come into the kitchen where he had been holding a pair of panties that were Ellen’s—naked!  They were naked!  And he had merely handed over Ellen’s panties upon her request.
	It was mindboggling to say the least.
	Somehow, though, it wasn’t a big deal—which only confounded the man even more.  A naked teenage girl in his kitchen!  He holding her panties!  His OWN teenager—naked—in his kitchen!  And he was not upset or freaked out about it?  What gives?
	Suddenly, Megan Chamberlake filled his mind.  She was a mere eight years old and occasionally came to the house for Dawn to babysit.  Sometimes she was alone and sometimes she was with others.  She was a cutey and Jerry wanted to see her naked.
	And Mallory, the twelve year old “junior” babysitter.  Definite on her to be seen naked.  Definite.  And Annise, the sister of the twin Leadbellow boys Dawn often took care of.  And Darlene Shockyamama—she was a beauty at nine years young and Jerry had heard her fart in his kitchen.  She was with other girls and boys making a big mess for a charity but he was close by and distinctly heard her rip a butt blast.
	Long had he wanted to put his nose there at the girl’s funk exit.  He desired deeply to run his hands all over, fingering her pussy was just an appetizer; he wanted to hump his cock all over her—ALL over her!  To spank, gouge her pussy, poke and prod her asshole, and cum—CUM on her face!
	OH!

	In Dawn’s room—the girl lay out on her bed butt bare assed naked.  Her young mind filled to capacity with Annise and her twin brothers; Eric, Donny, Jackie, and a couple of other boys AND girls she liked to fool around with.  And Ellen.  What had happened?  Had they really gone into the kitchen where her Daddy was—did Ellen actually go up to him all naked and ask for her panties?	
	It was mindboggling.
	And on second thought—exciting!
	Perverted thoughts began to arise in the young girl’s mind—perverted thoughts suggesting romping with her Daddy!  No!  No—but yes.  Romping NAKED with her Daddy filled her mind and be damned the perversion.  She began to breathe hard as the image of her Daddy naked—with an accompanying hard-on blasted fully in her mind.
	What would sex with her Daddy be like?
	OH!
	She contemplated actually SEX with her Daddy!
	It was not right.  It was inconceivable, unconscionable, unfuckingbelievable!
	Of course, though, her Daddy’s cock would be more talented.  Her Daddy’s bone would be bigger and more worthy than Brock’s.  It was incest but so what?  She was having out and out sex with Rodney and Charlie, twin seven year old boys.  Jackie was eight years young, and only Brock was the oldest boy (so far) she was fooling with but not “all the way” with him just yet.  He came equipped with condoms but so far she was letting him “up the ass”.  They lay naked and fingered one another, deeply kissed, passionately romped on her bed.
	But little boy dick was the only dick she was allowing into her cunny.
	Getting knocked up wasn’t cool—not at thirteen.
	So what did that say about getting it on with her Daddy?  She could just as easily get pregnant by him?  It wasn’t right—it wasn’t possible.  She couldn’t.  could she?  Would she?  It was line of relationship she wasn’t sure of.  She loved her Daddy and would do anything for him—but with him?  Sex?
	Of course, what was his thoughts?  Did HE want to fuck her?
	They hugged; he patted her ass, he had seen her naked as early as just a couple years ago when she was eleven—by accident (walking into her room without knocking.)  He saw her in her knew bikini swimsuit—and on reflection she realized she had given him wood.
	Before her mind got too taxed with burgeoning thoughts,
	‘it’s alright if your Daddy sees you naked.’
	‘you WANT your Daddy to see you naked.’
	‘you want to take a shower with your Daddy.’
	‘you want your Daddy to cum on your face!’

	A few minutes before Midnight and…
	The door to Dawn’s bedroom opened slightly—Jerry Mushsauce stood there clad in his favorite bathrobe that was not tied closed.  His manly manhood stood proudly erect ready for action.  On her bed, Dawn lay out naked and had been fingering herself for some time.
	The bedside clock and fish light gave the only light to the room plus the ambient light from outside the window.  Jerry’s eyes had adjusted and as Dawn continued to finger herself her Daddy began to stroke himself.  As Jerry stepped up his handiwork he made noise as he did so alerting his daughter to his presence.  When she turned her head and raised up some—Jerry got scared and backed up just about to shut the door when,
	“You don’t have to go, Daddy.”
	You don’t have to go, Daddy!
	Way to go Dawn!  She was acting mostly on her own—a little encouragement from Dim (and his magnificent machine!)  Jerry gulped, sweated, swallowed, and entered into the room holding his breath.  There was a lot on his mind—Ellen was one, those little girls Ellen and Dawn took care of was there, too.  Mostly, though, it was Dawn.
	Jerry moaned—he ached terribly and wanted to jump his daughter’s bones right then and there.  But first!  A little dinning at the “Y” was in order.  Dawn lid back down, opened her legs, and waited.  She didn’t have to wait long before her Daddy’s tongue came flicking to her hot and very bothered pussy.
	“OH!  DADDY!  YES!” called out Dawn.  “OH!  YES!  DO ME!”
	DO ME!  OH!
	And Jerry Mushsauce DID her.  This, after seriously licking out her tender pussy—licking out her tender pussy—LICKING OUT HER TENDER PUSSY!  As many as ten minutes did the man “munch at the Y” before moving up and feasting on the rest of his naked child.  His cock was spurting cum already!  Dawn, still in a quandary about accepting incest or rebuking shuddered as her Daddy’s cock came unto her cunny.
	What would her friends think?  She wondered to herself.
	What would the church think?
	What would her MOM think!?
	Closing her eyes she clenched the bedding then suddenly felt her Dad’s penis enter her.  Her bright blue eyes burst open and her “OH!” was trapped in her throat.   Dawn began to undulate, shudder, and lose complete control of herself.  She had no idea that sex could be so fantastic!
	She had no idea that sex with her DAD could be so fantastic!

	Jerry caressed his daughter’s face and felt the stirrings of his love surging thru his cock.  No condom but maybe next time.  The thrusting became more intense with each thrust more dramatic than the last.  Jerry’s balls slapped harder and harder; his sweat became a river; he heard and felt his heart pounding as hard as ever.  Lovemaking with his daughter—not TO her but WITH her—was more incredible than banging his wife!
	Sex with “Gloria” was alright; it wasn’t fantastic but it was “alright.”  She wasn’t a prude or frigid but “sex” wasn’t a big deal for her as it was for Jerry.  Gloria had no idea that he was occasionally banging her best friend—a friend she had known since second grade!  A friend who was her bridesmaid at their wedding!  Oh!
	The explosion of orgasm was a mind blower.  There was the apex of orgasm that lasted several seconds cumulating with an incredible plunge.  Jerry stared into his daughter’s eyes and there was nothing but love and admiration.  It was an incredible experience neither of them had ever enjoyed before—but wanted to many times thereafter.
	
Uncommon beauty is commonly overlooked
	‘oooh, what about that one!?’
	Jerry looked and had instant erection.  His middle aged heart palpitated and lust was heavy on his mind—body—and soul.  The Subject causing a racing heart and surging boner was a nine year old girl, Sade Mattkelp.  She was way pretty, small budding breasts, great little girl ass, fantastic face with smile and brilliant bright eyes.
	Jerry moaned, groaned, and desired her deeply.  Deeply.
	‘does it matter that she’s only about nine years young?’
	Nope!  In Jerry’s mind it was clear that he didn’t mind (care) that the Subject was merely nine years young.  Not at all.  What a guy!  And after a few minutes he didn’t mind that the young Subject was in his car.
	‘let’s go—out of town.’ Somewhere private—secure.
	Jerry moseyed his car out of town—somewhere private—secure with little Sade sitting quietly in the passenger seat kinda mindless with the air conditioner’s air blowing her hair.  Wisps of that hair (long silky brown) blew in her face; the only sign of life (other than her breathing and blinking eyes) was her hand brushing the hair off her face.  She was a pretty girl, flat chested, normal face with some freckling, brown eyes, not tight jeans but not “loose”, either.
	At the designated spot; under some spreading oaks, behind some rolling hills, a dry wash, and miles-miles-and miles from nearest anybody, Jerry M parked the car and sat blankly in the driver’s seat.  He was unaware of the “other” passenger in the backseat directing.  
	As with Seth Strangle, Dmitri wasn’t sure about “meeting” Jerry M.  There was no real “danger” with Jerry, but Dim decided to ride on the wind of caution just the same.  Besides, letting Jerry know about Dim (and his amazing minding device) would kind of spoil things.  As Jerry knew it, what was going on between him and Dawn was on their own volition.  Knowing about Dim and his amazing minding device would soil that assumption and Dim didn’t want that.
	Out of the car, a good piss; then he opened the passenger side door, undone Sade’s seatbelt swinging the girl’s legs outward lastly.  His mind was frapped—what was he doing!?  It was insane!  It was illegal!  He was no better than those on the nightly news being busted for the same thing!
	Suddenly his fears were calmed and he continued on with the task at hand; which was laying little Sade down and undoing her pants.  His heart beat fast (fast-er) as down the pants came and there she was in bright purple panties that put a smile on his face.  The worries of the illicitness of his actions were pummeled into submission.  The panties were tugged down and there she was—naked.
	And there he was—hard.
	Standing with a boner bursting in his trousers, Jerry M stared in utter awe as it was beyond comprehension what he was doing.  It wasn’t right; it was wrong.  It wasn’t normal; it was abnormal, illicit, illegal.
	But on his own—he didn’t care.  The girl didn’t seem to be “aware” and Jerry didn’t either.  He stared and stared and finally fished out his cock and began stroking.  There were no thoughts to anyone else; wife, daughter, daughter’s friends, co-workers, co-worker’s daughters, no one—nothing.
	As the pleasure to his johnson increased the man moaned and finally went to his knees, opened the girl’s legs, and applied tongue.  He moaned more, groaned, and it mattered not one little bit that the girl was a child, a nine year old child.
	After a fair amount of tonguing the girl’s slit the man undone his pants fully and pushed them and his tidy-whiteys down.  His cock surged with the tip of the penis coated in pre-cum.  The little girl stared blankly as Jerry came onto her—and came ONTO her!  As soon as his cock was against her bare naked cunny it fired off a round of love cream.
	And it felt SOOOOO good!
	“OHHHHHHH!” Jerry blurted as he came.  Quickly and did he cram his cum squirting squirter into the girl’s cunny forcing his way into her sex—but not all the way.  The sensational feeling was even more grand than when he had had sex with his own daughter!  His cock surged and the head of his cock plus a couple of inches was IN the girl’s pussy.
	Slowly he began to pump.  His cock too strong to “bend” and another inch penetrated.  Girls of his church suddenly filled his mind; teenage girls, young-young girls, young adult women, even women of his age.  “Have cock will fuck!”
*

Morals?  Never heard of him
	Oh!  She was cute!  Many (many) young girls are classified as “cute”; some more than others.  But Karen Butterhug was outstandingly cute; long straight blond hair, amazing blue eyes, creamy white skin, beautiful bright face; six years young!  And this cute-amazing creamy skinned child of six was in the house of Nadine Notsomuch—another associate of Dawn, Ellen, Claudia, and Stacey’s “Babysitter’s Club.”
	And guess who else was there?
	No, guess again.
	No, not him.
	Right!  Brock Massturd!  (and Dmitri Tsugua—in cognito!)
	Another little girl, Nancy Meggavole, was also there, a friend of the family (Butterhug) and playmate of Karen.  A discussion was in process in the kitchen between Nadine, Ellen, Claudia (semi stoned) and Karen’s mother, Nadine (of whom Brock thought was “hot.”
	The gang yapped and yapped and yapped and Brock was bored-bored-bored.
	Finally, most of the gang left; Ellen, Nadine, and Mary leaving stoned Claudia and bored Brock to watch over Karen and Nancy.  Those who left would be returning (shortly).  That meant bored Brock would have to hustle to do his thing.  Zapping stoned Claudia’s mind was easy—a little difficult ‘cause she was “stoned” but Brock managed (well, his mind altering device did.)
	Mind blasting the two little girls was another easy task.
	Those who left were off on a couple of errands—gathering party stuff from a specialty store a good distance away.  So, time to the store, getting the supplies, another errand, and time back—Brock determined he had at least an hour minimum.  At least!
	He could of went for the stoned Claudia—but he didn’t.  Claudia wasn’t noticeable “stoned” but Brock knew that she was just the same (her eyes, some swaying, that “lost” look in her glazed glossy eyes, lots of smiling, etc.)  He did, of course, feel her up, cop her ass, fondle her nice teenage titties, and desire deeply to “fuck her brains out”—and in that thought he wanted to bone her mother and sister, too!
	On his knees, in the family kitchen, Brock firstly hugged Karen.  A feel of her ass, a finger brush to her face, then undoing her pants pushing them down.  Purple panties greeted him and his cock was busting out of his own pants.  A pervert’s dream he thought—pedophiles everywhere would be envious (if they didn’t have such a nifty gadget as an EMAD).  Karen was absolutely pretty.  Another hug and Brock slipped his hands down inside the child’s undies…
	A teenage girl’s ass or a little girl’s ass—it all made for a fantastic feeling euphoric!  Brock felt himself cumming off and there was no stopping the proceedings; right there on the brown southwestern style tile the little girl was laid out, her pants (and panties) pulled off, legs spread open wide.  Brock felt intense heat seething thru his body—especially his cock!  The little girl was sooooo cute!
	His tongue went straight to her young bald cunny and dwelled there for only a couple of minutes—that’s all he could spare.  Not because of the time issue but of the beast surging in his pants.  Penetration was, of course, out of the question.  He knew the girl, she was too young, too innocent (and the “evidence” of defloweration would be too evident.) 
	Plus, he didn’t really want to hurt the girl.  She was just so cute, though!  It was too bad that she was so young ‘cause Brock sure did want to get into her.  He had to settle for laying his prick against her cunt and humping the slit.  It wasn’t as good but it was close.  Sperm spurted in no time and he gouged the head of his cummy cock into Karen’s trench very nearly going ahead with entry.
	But he didn’t.
	Instead, he moved up the child’s body slipping off her blue kiddie top and humping her chest before bringing her sweet face up to kiss his sperm monster.  It was a vile-vile deed but into her mouth he went sighing and squirting cum as he did so.
	OH!  What a guy!

	Little Nancy Meggavole was a cutey, too.  Long brown hair, gently curled; a long narrow face, long narrow body.  Brock wasted no time in ogling the child—he had done that many times before and deeply—deeply wanted to give her bath, see her on the toilet, laying out naked awaiting his love tool…
	Done!
	Nancy wore a summer dress and so it was easy to get her naked; a bright sunflower dress with dull yellow panties.  There scarcely was time to lick her little poon out (still not due to time constraints) but he managed and licked happily for two minutes!
	Then his busting aching cock demanded attention and up against the girl’s cunt he went humping hard—harder than he had when against Karen.  He was mid way along humping Nancy when he noted Claudia standing at the kitchen island.  She wore gray jeans and a simple gray tank top.
	As Brock humped and humped and squirted—he noted that the slightly stoned Claudia had pissed her pants!  OH!  It was a turn-on.  Brock was highly intrigued—and would have likened better to see the girl naked peeing standing up.  He left Nancy and went to Claudia with his mind in a funky cloud.  There was little to no thought whatsoever save for to get the girl naked.	
	So he did.
	Thereafter,
	Time WAS getting of an issue; nearly twenty minutes had been allotted thus far to Karen and Nancy and more time than that would be for Claudia.  And he’d hate to see her embarrassed when she came around to her senses to discover she had pissed herself.
	She didn’t have on complicated clothing, simple top and jeans, but the time issue began to worry him.  Then, suddenly—it (time) was not!  To Brock, there was all the time in the world.
	‘don’t worry about “time”—it’s no longer relevant.’
	Brock not-so-in-a-hurry got Claudia’s top off, her bra, then went to his knees unfastening her jeans.  They were kinda tight and there was a surprise when the jeans were taken down—
	No panties!
	Kewl!
	Getting the girl down on the floor, stripping her to her skin, took time.  Brock stripped off his own clothes and spent just a minute licking out the teen’s twat.  He knew very little on how to determine a girl’s virginity status.  He licked and licked, lapped and nipped before the urgency of his cock’s request trumped lingering any longer.
	With Claudia being “older” significantly than Karen and Nancy, penetration was much better accessible.  The boy eased himself into her sex, arched his back as ten million zinging sensations cumulated at the head of his plunging prick.  Then his balls tingled followed by the rest of his body.  As Brock got into the rhythm of fucking Claudia Sangsing, “hidden”/unseen Dmitri Tsugua had naked little Karen on his lap with his cock pressed HARD against her young cunny.  He smiled, farted, and fingered watching Brock fuck.  There were qualms about introducing himself to Jerry and definite concerns about Seth Strangle; but making friends with Brock wouldn’t be so bad.

*

Sensational senses sensationally sensed
	‘take it up the ass?’
	‘NO!’
	‘do you WANT to?’
	Not ‘NO’ but ‘HELL NO!’
	Brock wasn’t interested in getting a blowjob from a guy, either.  In no way, no shape, no form, did fourteen year old Brock Massturd want to have any kind of sexual relationship with a dude.  Dim was ok with that—however,
	As Brock had his way with the stoned Claudia and Dmitri sat on a chair behind them with six year old Karen Butterhug on his lap, the thought was to have HIS way with the boy’s ass.  But first!
	A little poking—a little prodding, and Dmitri Tsugua was having his way with Karen!  He didn’t think himself so vile and despicable as to actually penetrate the young girl with his cock—but close counts.  As Brock fucked Claudia, Dim lubed his cock up with some handy and dandy all-purpose butter.  Then, with Karen on his lap facing him he began to make entry (into her asshole.)
	And of course—there was an interruption.
	Just as the head of his cock was breaching the tight sphincter the sound of a car driving up stymied further interaction.  There was no time for anything else; Brock was under the spell of Dim’s Device so he was no good.  Dim had to hustle to get Karen and Nancy re-dressed as well as dink with their young minds slightly and then get Brock and Claudia dressed—
	And there was the lingering problem of embarrassment:  Claudia’s pissed in pants.  People were coming in the front door; Dim’s Device was taxed and with brain wave patterns wavering all over the place there was the added danger of no longer being “unseen.”
	Dim was in no way going to leave a potential side-kick out to hang and dry but he had to curb his EMAD and its usage.  Only Nadine and Nancy’s Mother, Mary, returned with Nadine being first back into the house.  Dim nailed her firstly followed by Mary who came in with an arm load of “stuff.”  Nothing more than a mind zap to stall them in their place.  Dim rushed to the front door closing it and then rushed back to the kitchen to complete the detail there.
	The last detail was Claudia’s wet pants.
	The solution was just to toss the girl’s pants into the dryer—and keep everyone on “hold” temporarily until they were dry.  Meanwhile,
	Dim was drawn to Nancy’s Mother, Mary.  She was in her 30s; trim, slim, 36Cs.  Nice hair, nice ass, nice house, nice kid.  She was fuckable.  There were deep-deep seeded desires to FUCK the little girls in the kitchen, bone Claudia, sodomize Brock (just for the hell of it) and screw the extra babysitter member, Nadine.  But it was Mary Meggavole Dim wanted to sink his cock into.
	So he did.
	
It’s not always black and white; but sometimes it is!
	(remember; it’s always darkest just before it goes pitch black)
	Junior member Cherie Lotstubang was a nice looking girl; liked to dance, read to children, go hiking, and run track.  And speaking of track—the one at the middle school where Cherie ran was crap; it was small and not well kept up.  Solution?  Try the one at the high school.
	Good suggestion!
	And it was there the twelve year old runner found Darrel Sumtingwong.
	Darrel Sumtingwong was white, Chinese white, and sixteen.  He didn’t have a car but a Ninja motorcycle and it was HOT!  Cherie was captivated by the two-wheeler—and the two-legger.  Darrel was a runner, too; one of the best at the school in all classifications.  
	After a while of Cherie running at the high school track and did Darrel became her mentor helping her learn new ways to improve herself.  They began hanging out (secretly) and going for rides on his bike.  The “hanging out” became a little more; a little more than going to the movies, lunch at a drive-in, a ride out of town at breakneck speeds, up to the mountains on winding roads, to the beach on long-long roads, and so on.
	The hanging out soon led to sex.  Of course.
	Cherie liked to suck—Darrel liked to fuck.
	Darrel, unlike many so far characters, was wrapped his weenie.  But only when banging the twelve year old’s pussy.  Going up her ass and his wang was uncovered.  Cherie wasn’t so much into getting her backdoor banged but Darrel liked it there so she submitted.
	It was a pretty good chopstick for Darrel—banging a twelve year old black girl.  He was, of course, banging other girls; his age and at his school and from different grade levels.  Cherie, though, was the youngest.
	Dmitri had been too busy to fully follow Cherie and Darrel around; just the highlights and from picking thru the young black girl’s mind.  Dim found himself attracted to the young girl; she had a unique smile that when she smiled her whole face became illuminated.  She shined from the inside out and was a neat treasure.  Naked, she was even better!
	His mind still lingered on Mary Notsomuch.
	And Nadine, the thirteen year old daughter who was by stunned finding a virgin!  A virgin!  Amazing!  Dim was so awed that he didn’t put himself into the girl’s groove keeping her status as a virgin a little while longer.  He also didn’t probe her mind uncovering any narly secrets.  So blown away was he that he only screwed the girl’s mother—and didn’t probe her mind, either!

And then,
	Mallory Grindteeth
	He liked them all; Ellen, Claudia, Stacey, Dawn, Cherie, Regina, Nadine, Mary Anne—and all the little ones associated with them.  Then there was Mallory.  Also a junior babysitter member and also twelve years young.  Short curly brown hair, blue eyes, small chest.  She had a great ass, preferred jeans over all other clothing, and had a penchant for little boys.  (well, don’t we all!)
	One day and Mallory “got caught.”
	She got caught by her Dad—step-Dad!
	With her being caught was Teddy Rockart.
	Mallory was twelve—and naked.
	Teddy was seven—and naked.
	Step-Daddy Shaun was clothed—and hard!
	“Get him dressed.” Step-Daddy Shaun said in a low flat voice.  He had come home unexpectedly catching his daughter of just under a year laying nakedly on her bed with naked Teddy on her—fucking her!  Little Teddy was a cute little boy; bowl shaped light brown hair, brown eyes, sweet boyish face, seriously hard little pecker!
	Mallory dressed and dressed Teddy—all the while Shaun stood at the door watching.  Teddy was escorted to the living room and set to play a video game.  Then, Shaun escorted Mallory to his bedroom whereupon he had the girl remove her clothes (again.)
	Strangely, the girl’s emotions were checked—thanks be to the unseen Dmitri Tsugua!  Once Mallory pushed her panties down and stood up revealing her fine nude self—
	“Turn around, lay across the bed.” Shaun told her.
	Nervously and did the girl do so.
	Shaun stole a moment to gaze upon her backside—as he had done so to her front side.  Then his hands were on her—on her ass specifically.  A light spanking but mostly a cop feel of that sweet young pre-teen ass.  It rocked the man’s world.  He moaned, groaned, and smoothed his hands all over the fresh warm ass, delving his fingers into the crack and touching lightly the rim hidden therein.
	The foreplay over, Shaun stood up undoing his tan slacks pushing them down along with his boxers.  His manhood though not “mighty” was mastly and stood outwardly proudly.
	“Come around.” he said softly—and with a bit of nervousness on his lips.
	Mallory rubbed her slightly burning ass and turned around staring at the manly manhood inches from her face.  Her mouth hung open and it was the most audacious thing she had ever seen.  Little boy dick was one thing but a MAN dick was something else!
	‘go ahead,’ whispered Dim minding electronically to the hapless girl, ‘suck it.’
	Mallory blinked her eyes; her mouth hung open even more but finally leaned in pressing her lips to the step-daddy’s cock.  Slowly she engulfed the manly thing taking it wholly after a couple of tries.  Shaun moaned more, placed a hand behind her pretty head and rocked himself into her mouth.
	“Suck me, baby, suck me!”
	And Mallory sucked.
	She sucked and sucked and sucked and got jizum in her sweet mouth for her efforts.  It was—
	“Ewewew—fucking gross!”
	Shaun paid no attention to her antics or cussing; he stroked his cock and reeled in the event transpired.  He very nearly melted—right then and there!
	‘Son of a bitch!  That was good!’ he said to himself.
	Mallory spat out the goo in her mouth then got back onto the bed, sitting on the edge this time parting her legs.  She had Shaun’s complete attention.  He moaned and focused his perverted eyes solely on the young girl’s bald cunt.  Many twelve year olds had a nice crop of poon pie pubes by Mallory’s age but not her, not yet.  The girl lay back with her legs wide open fingering herself.  Shaun fell to his knees and Dim thought he was having a heart attack.
	But he didn’t.
	What he did was put his mouth to his step-daughter’s bald cunt and happily (very happily) munch away.  It had been a long-long time since last his mouth had been to a girl’s pussy.  Dim didn’t pry but he felt as much conveyance from the man just the same.
	Mallory had never been eaten out.  She rolled, twisted, arched her back, and those perky preteen titties perked even more!  “OOOOOOOH!  DADDY!” she called out.  She had never-never ever-ever called her new daddy “daddy.”  Their relationship had been rather mild—a couple of hugs but nothing more.
	After munching at the “Y” the man moved up to lay beside her and begin an earnest fingering of his daughter’s pussy.  Finger-finger-finger!  Mallory rolled and twisted all the more fingering herself and capturing her new daddy’s eye as her nipples seriously “perked up!”  Soon and his cock had restiffened sufficiently and was prime for more action.  Moving on top of the girl he casually he dragged his up and down her sex before pushing inward.  Other than Teddy Rockart there had been three count ‘em THREE other boys all under the age of nine who had humped her pussy.
	Shaun humped her pussy and humped it well.  Mid way thru his shagging he moved Mallory’s legs up along his chest and drilled the girl even more so!  The bed squeaked and possibly even scooted!  Mallory’s cunt was tight and more than snug.  Shaun pumped and pumped and pumped; pulled out and laid his pipe against her trench and there he did grind like crazy before pushing back into her and going to the end whereupon he fell away with cum squirting from his piss slit.
	‘go take a shower.’ Dim minded electronically to Mallory.

	Somehow, Mallory pushed herself up and off of the soiled bed and moved to the hall bathroom she claimed as hers.  Dmitri joined her.  In the shower he put his own bone into her cunny and with her back and shoulders to the back of the shower stall he seriously got his rocks off.
	After the shower he put himself into her from behind (pussy).
	A little spanking and running his hands up and down her lovely young body and it was a done deal.  

*

That little whore from the prairie
	The soy beans were doing good; the corn, too.  The house needed paint, the barn an outbuildings could stand a coat or two as well.  The farm implements, the house, barn, fence, all could use a little of that TLC—but for newlyweds Melissa and Dean James—most of those things were secondary.  Firstary was getting the crops planted and taken in.
	That required a lot of work.  And for eighteen year old Melissa she was used to “hard work” being already a farm girl.  Melissa’s Daddy was a farmer and for most of her life she had also toiled the land right along beside him.  Husband Dean James was twenty and very smitten by his new bride; he had known her since she was thirteen.
	Anyways,
	Melissa appreciated her Daddy cumming over to help out with the farming issues while Dean James was away on business.  There was work to do, too; in the house, outside the house, the house.  The farm, the land the farm was on, getting water to the crops, getting the persnickety tractor to work on time every time, and so on.
	“What can I help you with today?” Melissa’s bright beaming Daddy asked.
	Melissa presented him with a List.  On her barely adult face was a smirk; she wore common clothes attributary to early farm life wear; her hair back in a bun—not for a religious reason but to keep the long brown wisps of hair out of her face.  Brown eyes and freckled face the girl was bright as a penny.  Her Daddy adored her and she also to him.
	“And what are YOU going to do?” since she had handed him The List.
	Melissa smiled (and farted) “I’M going to make some lemonade!” only this—and nothing more!
	Daddy Michael snorted, “Humph!”
	“Other things to do on MY TO DO LIST can wait.”
	“Sounds like to me someone shirking their responsibilities!”
	“Humph!” retorted Melissa.  “Maybe so, but my house—my rules!”
	Michael recalled how many times he had spouted the same thing to her.
	“Sounds like someone needs a good spanking!”
	Melissa turned on her heel hiking her “just passed her knees” length dress saying over her shoulder, “Maybe so!”
	Oh!
	Background check—
	Discipline was the “name of the game”; discipline was a manner of not just correction but keeping a child in line for misbehavior lest they become miscreants and a bane to society.  Some disciplinary action was merely a harsh scolding, a finger shake, taking away privileges, banished to their room to more severe forms of discipline.
	Michael Slagnight was into the latter form of punishment—starting when his children were very young.  A mere swat to the ass was one form of correction; for more severe forms it was bare hand to bare ass.  as Melissa and her siblings grew a little older—the bare ass spanking also involved a little something more.
	That “little something more” was good old fashioned sodomy.
	When the “little something more” was called for it was a trip out to the barn whereupon the one being disciplined would strip off all her clothing.  Melissa had one older sister and one younger.  And it didn’t take before the girls were getting themselves into trouble “just because.”  Just to get the trip out to the barn for “disciplinary action” the girls would bicker, backtalk, and shirk responsibilities.
	After a good bare hand to bare ass spanking, Daddy Michael would administer “extra punishment.”  He said that “if it’s from behind (and up the ass) it wasn’t sex.”  Nor was “in the mouth”; oral.  Anal and Oral was NOT SEX—just ask a president…
	Strangely, and without an electronic device on hand, the girls willingly submitted to their Daddy’s discipline—he never was really very rough with them only spanking them until they squirmed and their young tender asses turned as bright as the tomatoes in the garden.
	When sister Maggie was afflicted with blindness at age thirteen—the discipline didn’t stop.  Mostly ‘cause Daddy Michael caught the girl (and her sister) molesting one another.  There, too, was a young brother, Albert.  He was six at the time—Melissa ten, Maggie thirteen.  The girls got too boisterous with their antics in their bedroom in Maggie’s bed bringing their Daddy in to investigate.  He found them naked and marched them out to the barn.
	With Melissa he laid her across his lap—the girls were already naked.  Though Maggie couldn’t see she heard the bare hand to bare ass spanking and clenched awaiting her turn.  And for her turn she was positioned against a hay bale and swatted.  Then, THEN—out of his pajamas came his beastly cock and he slapped it up against Maggie’s ass.
	Melissa standing right there rubbing her burning ass marveled at her Daddy’s schlong—lusting after it.  At this point it wasn’t clear had she seen it before or just “taken it” (up the ass) without prior viewing it.  Daddy Michael took the opportunity to let his child ogle all she wanted.
	Meanwhile, he fingered Maggie’s ass—specifically her hole (priming it for penetration.)  Naked Maggie spread her legs, rubbed her ass, and fingered herself perpetuating the sordid situation to an escalation that permeated the family bliss of illicitness for years to cum.
	Before Michael stuffed Maggie’s asshole—Melissa took holt of the amazing dong and squeezed it.  Then, from squeezing to stroking to kissing and then sucking.  Michael groaned and fully made oral insertion; on pullout he humped his young daughter’s face and then directed her to “lick her hole.”
	Melissa didn’t even bat an eye or put up a hesitation and went straightaway to her sister’s cornhole and licked-licked-licked like she had done so before.  And she had.  Maggie fingered herself and began spanking herself her own ass!  This thoroughly delighted her Daddy who pushed himself into her bung hole and happily-happily-happily humped away until cumming off.
	“MY TURN!” beamed an elated and eager Melissa.  And without waiting for her sister to move she took up space on the bale of hay, legs and ass spread waiting her turn.
	What’s a daddy to do?
	After smoothing his hand over her ass, squeezing the cheeks, fingering the hole, swatting the ass with his rock hard still cock—he poked her hole and fucked heartily for several minutes before finally releasing a torrent of pent up cum.
	That wasn’t the only incident; thru the years there were more “barn” encounters and as young sibling Albert grew older he became involved, too.  Michael usually caught his children misbehaving sexually together and pranced them out to the barn for “disciplinary action.”
	
*

This next bit’s a killer!
	In the bedroom of the Wildgulls’ house Daddy Michael found his married teenage daughter undressing.  Daddy Michael followed suit and soon the two were on the newlywed bed making it squeak.  Nothing was said—there was only moaning, groaning, lots of sweating.
	Michael caressed his daughter’s face as he melted after the illicit incestuous deed had been completed.  The two lovers moaned in unison then began kissing passionately revitalizing Michael’s love tool.
	Hello round two!
	More pounding.
	More kissing.
	More caressing, loving, titty fondling, nipple tweaking.
	The afternoon was careless—er, carefree.  The two lovers made the most of it romping on the bed followed by a tryst in the shower.  Afterwards, after drying but remaining nude, Melissa went to the kitchen to make tea.  Daddy M followed, also remaining naked.
	It was during tea and fresh made strawberry pie that Michael noted concern in his daughter’s face.
	“Something bothering you, Melissa?” he asked kindly.
	At first Melissa declined to spill but “Pa” had his ways.  He wasn’t forceful but was sneakily manipulative in weasingly out information someone didn’t readily want to fork over.
	And Melissa wasn’t in the mood to pussyfoot and sidestep her Pa’s inquisitive motions.
	“We’re in debt.” She said flatly and plainly.
	This is news?
	“We’re all in debt, Melissa.” Michael returned almost scoffingly.
	“No, we’re in DEBT.” Melissa reiterated.
	“Big debt?”
	“Very.” With Melissa’s knowing, new hubby, Dean had taken out a loan here, a loan there, promised this and hocked that.  The crops in the field were doing “ok” but they could do better.  When it came to the time to bring the harvest in there would only be half the debts on the farm settled.
	“You need more money.” Michael said firmly.
	“There IS no more money,” Melissa said firmly back, “we’re tapped out.”
	“There’s always a way.” Michael said (with a Devil’s smile) on his face.

*

Down on the farm (animals)
	Watching a rock legend bite the head off a bat—disgusting.
	Watching some hot chick take a shit—disgusting.
	Watching some guy get decapitated in a car crash—disgusting.
	Watching some gal got boinked by a goat—interesting!
	Life on the family farm—the Slagnight farm, entailed crops of soybeans, corn, and home grown vegetables.  Mostly the veggies were for home but the family sold the extra at a roadside stand with other neighboring farmers to make extra money.
	Life on the family farm also enjoyed typical farm animals; chickens, geese, a goat, cow, horses, pigs/hogs, and doggies.  Both Maggie and Melissa “enjoyed” the farm animals a little more than most.  Maggie enjoyed “Smoke”, the Wonder Horse while Melissa sought favor with Ebenezer the Billy Goat.  Both girls found pleasure with Pepper, the Labrador mix farm doggie.
	Now, when you say “enjoy”—
	With Smoke, Maggie did nothing more than when she was just thirteen years young lay out on a hay bale positioned ‘neath the grand dark gray horsey and lay out on the bale herself.  Then; she, naked, glided the horsey’s cock up against her young hot and bothered cunny.  There never was “penetration” but a hell of a lot of rubbing for intent.
	For Melissa, however; there WAS penetration.  Both with Ebenezer and Pepper.  With Ebenezer the Goat it was “up the ass”; with Pepper, it was up the ass and in the twat.  Mary was there, too; taking Pepper to her ass but nowhere else.  Both girls helped one another out in getting into position as well as getting the animal into position.
	The girls’ Pa was aware of the girls’ shenanigans with the farm animals and when Dmitri tried to probe his mind to find out he couldn’t.  He found a mishmash of mixed up images too confusing to finger out.  The man was hiding something and Dim and his machine of minding was too taxed to find out what.
	Not too mention keeping himself “unseen” from The Strangler.
	Paranoia reigned supreme for Seth Strangle—it was HE who was spying on the Wildgulls family for his psychic/medium Mom.  Melissa had come to the woman for “advice” and seeking counsel—so, as per the norm, Seth went to find needful information (and Dmitri Tsugua tagged along.)
	Michael surprised Melissa with suggesting that they get involved in “video” taping their antics.  The surprise was how much knowledgeable her Pa was on electronics—video related type things and gadgets.  In actuality, he had been boning up—er, studying and making contacts in the underworld of sex tapes.  He discovered that there was big money in “home movies” and way off miners in cold-cold lands digging for gold and whatever paid crazy monies for even tame home grown porn.
	Melissa was, at first, shocked—but not appalled.  She had to think about it—almost a minute and then she said,
	“Ok!” with a beaming smile.  “How much can we make?” and “What do we (I) have to do?”
	During this time—Dmitri waited for Seth Strangle to do something.  So far he hadn’t, just quietly-invisibly observed.  

*

Reflections; not necessarily from a pond
	Laying out on her bed, naked, Melissa Jane Marie Slagnight-Wildgulls fingered herself and seriously-seriously “got after it.”  All the while her adoring naked Daddy (Pa) operated a video camera.  The use of various sized candles were used; including shoving a spiral candle up her cornhole!  With her legs pulled back, Melissa glided a seven inch spiral green two inch diameter candle six inches into her asshole.  Meanwhile, 
	Daddy Michaels operated the camera equipment, lighting, and recording stuff with a raging-raging hard-on.  Lust with heavy with him and soon he couldn’t be put off any longer and came onto his daughter gliding into her cunny (with the seven inch candle up her butt) his raging-raging hard-on.  The camera remained on capturing the father-daughter union.
	Dim was “aware” of Seth’s presence—but was Seth aware of HIS presence?
	With both Dim and Seth “invisible” to sight there was no way of knowing but Dim was nervous just the same feeling that Seth Strangle was waiting—waiting for Dim to make a move.  Being unseen, Dim cast no shadows; but, the floorboards creaked.
	Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y and did Dim chance being found out and step up to the video camera.  With slow but precise movements he ZOOMED in on Michael’s cock slamming into his daughter’s pussy.  The view was excellent (illicit and immoral but excellent.)
	Michael humped his daughter’s still teenage cunt for several minutes before releasing a flood of his love (albeit the gooey ooey kind.)  He virtually collapsed onto her but managed not to squash her.  They kissed and he fingered her pussy never minding the fact that he was diddling his fingers in his own splooge.  Melissa fondled her Pa’s cock and still exhibited some horniness.  Her Pa needed a little time to recover sufficiently; so, Melissa knew how to revitalize him.  She moved down to whereupon she could take holt of his cum squirter and after masturbating it, squeezing it, she engulfed it.
	Meanwhile, Michael had her cummy cunt ass to contend with.
	With her cummy cunt he again, never minded the sperm that was his laden there.  With her ass he pulled the candlestick out most the way and then pushed it back in, twisting it.  He also spanked her ass and felt the stirrings of giving his daughter another sensation cum blast.  She sucked dick good!
	Suddenly there was movement.
	And not VISIBLE movement—the floorboard squeaked by the closet door and nothing was there!  Dim held his breath.  A flood of memories came to him; that List—the List of those Seth Strangle had encountered—and then strangled!
	What bothered Dim was the fact simply that Dim hadn’t involved himself in stopping or at least interrupting the strangling.  From the Father/Daughter in the pickup truck cab, the wee little cute lass of only five years young, the kids in the cliff side cave, and as many as fifty others!  
	 After the brief panic it looked like—appeared as if though, seem so, that Seth the Unseen Strangler slipped out of the room.  Dim was about to relax and move out of the room to go to the bathroom and get some refreshment when—
	--that pesky floorboard squeaked again right by the open bedroom door.
	Dim froze.
	Then,
	Dim felt something.
	A tingling sensation coming over his body invigorating his skin—but not in a good way.  It felt hot—the tingling sensation over his skin.  Then,
	‘I know you’re there.’ said a Voice into Dim’s head.
	That was frightening.  He had never heard “voice” in HIS head.
	What to do—what to do!?
	Seth was dangerous—potentially and definitely.
	How should he play?
	The lovers on the bed had finished and were laying in repose.  Dim knew that Seth hadn’t moved, hadn’t left the room.  The tingling sensation over his body had stopped.  What the hell was that all about?  Was Seth trying to “find” Dim, scope him out somehow?  It was to be assumed that the Strangler had used his EMAD in some fashion to determine if HE was alone.  A Sixth Sense told him, though, Device or no, that he was NOT alone.  He knew that someone else was present—and unseen force.
	‘we will meet,’ said Seth into Dim’s mind, ‘sometime, somewhere.’
	The floorboard creaked and Dim also heard the one creaky give-away floorboard down the hall.  Dim made a step and accidentally clipped the dresser knocking over a large hairbrush set precariously there.  It startled for sure Melissa and Michael let alone Dmitri.

*
Po Sim and Wo Phat (and Whoa! that Po Sim is fat!)
Zim Zasher and the Robot Bunny Mutant Zombies from Somewhere Out in Space!
	Opening Scene:  Bloodgore and Bootface slowly made their way along the dank corridor to the Mutant Queen Bunny’s lair.  Voices were heard, deep gurgling voice too alien to be made out.  

	Light flickered from a torch on the slimy wall; the stench was stagnant but not appalling; not to Bloodgore the mutant zombie and Bootface the robot bunny.  Slowly they came to the Queen’s Lair and peeked in being surprised at what they saw; on the Queen’s slab sat Mutant Queen Bunny and the Zombie Lord, Snarl Fang.
	And they were making out!
	“You cant say that!”
	“Bull?  Why not?  They were doing it!”
	“’cause Ms. Aggy will have a fit!”
	Po shrugged, “I aint making details or nothing.”
	“I know her,” Wo said, “she’s a stickler for editing and “content” stuff; and “making out” wont fly.  Trust me.”
	Po sat in his chair disgusted; his vision of a “narly” comic book of mixed breed creatures of bunnies, robots, mutants, and zombies was crumbling.
	“You could say they were kissing.” suggested Wo helpfully.
	“Ewew!”
	“None of that crap in MY comic book!”
	“’member when Fred Eyestien tired to slip in Twalla Girl?”
	Po giggled, “Yeah, the one with the BIG tits!” and he exaggerated a girl with BIG tits.
	“She nipped that quick and no one else got to see.”
	“Have you seen Molly Dogsocks tits?”
	“Oh man!  She’s got a growth spurt or something!”
	“Man!  I’d like to SPURT on her!”
	The boys giggled with Po blushing and gouging the heel of his hand to his sudden erection burgeoning in his pants.
	“Let’s put this away,” Wo said, “and do something else.” He giggled, blushed, and pushed down his pants.
	Po stood up and pushed down his pants, slipped off his shirt, then began blatantly masturbating.
	“Whattya think old fussy Aggy would think of two GUYS making out!”
	Po didn’t say anything but slipped off all his clothes and flopped himself onto his bed seriously “getting after it” (jerking off.)  Wo stood at the side of the bed rubbing his butt, fondling his balls, and continuing to masturbate.
	“If it feels good—do it!” Po spurted.
	Wo climbed on to the bed with heavy lust in his preteen eyes.
	Po laid on his back spreading his legs and hammering his twelve year old cock all the harder.  His best friend climbed on top of him positioning himself “just right” for butt fucking.
	“Oh shit!” Po called out, “That feels good!”
	“It’d feel better if your dick was in Molly Dogsocks ass!”
	“No shit!”
	Wo settled down fully onto his friend’s schlong and began moving up and down the shaft.  Po took holt of his friend’s hard cock and worked it until it began to squirt.  The naughty naked boys giggled.
	“I’m thinking of Tanya Bowribbons!”
	“Oooooh!” commented Wo, “Good choice!”
	“Who you thinking of?”
	“Nellie Weebatten.”
	“Oooooh!”
	Po finally began to squirt his own liquid love into Wo’s ass.
	Po Sim was the son of a very prominent scientist non-rocket scientist.  His Mom was a school teacher but luckily he wasn’t in her class.  He was a “chunky” boy with a bit of belly flab.  He was a jovial kid, happy-go-lucky with many friends.  
	Wo Phat was Po’s best friend since kindergarten.  He was a little taller than Po, a little “lighter”, too.  Dark hair atypical to a Korean type person; he was also Chinese with some Hawaiian heritage in the mix as well.
	“Man, I’d give my left nut to see Nellie naked!”
	“Dude, I’d give your left to see her in her panties!”
	The boys laughed then Wo lifted himself up off of his friend hammering his cock while Po turned over, raised his hips and patted his ass.  Wo giggled and leaned in—LEANED in and began kissing/licking his friend’s turd chute.  That was followed by full anal insertion of his cock.

An EMAD an EMAD my friend’s left nut for an EMAD!
	“If we had one of those mind control things—”
	“Yeah, but they kinda illegal to have.”
	“So’s everything else that’s cool!”
	Wo laughed and skimmed thru the latest edition of Po’s comic book work-in-progress “Teenage Mutant Zombies on Robot Bunny Island”.
	“To bad your Dad cant make one or something.” Wo drawled casually.
	“He probably can; they just illegal.”
	‘Yeah, you said that already.’  “Still, I bet there’s probably the stuff to make one at his office.”
	Po shrugged—“Maybe so.”
	That night, as it happened, Po’s Dad at dinner reminded his one and only son that tomorrow, Friday, was “Take Your Child to Work Day.” And since Po was twelve years young—he qualified.  Po was cool with that, he had been to his Dad’s place of work several times and that pesky notion Wo had planted in his mind—
	‘Next time you’re at your Dad’s work—wouldn’t hurt to root around and see what you can find.’
	Po had often “rooted” around his Dad’s workplace finding weird to odd scientific things; robots, mechanical helpers for disabled peoples, enhancement features for Today’s Military, and the like so on.  Po’s Dad, however, made totally useless items that hardly anyone wanted but for a joke—flying toasters came to mind; the submarine robot pool cleaning system; air conditioned tennis shoes; and a dozen or so “electronic” inventions that worked to a point.  Most failed—or blew up.
	As with last time Take Your Child to Work (and Bore Him to Death) Po saw the lame control room where “parts” were manufactured.  Big deal.  A side trek to the room where products were tested—and blew up (but that was on purpose as the products were pushed to their limits.)  
	When Po’s Dad was called to a special meeting, Po was left to his own in his Dad’s office.
	‘wouldn’t hurt to root around!’ Wo had said to him.
	The office of Ting Sim (Po’s Dad) was neat; plaques and awards adorned the wall; certificates of achievement; patents; and schematics of his inventions were there, too.  Po loved his dad—but he was a nerd, a geek and Po didn’t want to fall into that category—he was already into one himself Chunk Monster!  He wasn’t “fat” but could stand to lose a little weight and do more exercise.
	Exercise wasn’t in Po’s training plan.  He didn’t overly indulge in junk food just food in general.  There were plenty of friend who accepted him—most he had known since kindergarten.
	There was some embarrassment with his Dad being a goof; most of his inventions were ok but there were some that were questionable, dangerous, and explosive.  THOSE were the ones Ting Sim was most notable for—the ones that scorched the walls of the inventing room, set off alarms, and created such a foul stench the local HazMat crew was alerted.
	The file cabinet was locked.
	So was the other one under the desk.
	All the drawers on the ornate cherry wood desk were locked.
	Po was not deterred—he might be overweight, preferred comic books to science, and had an ongoing sexual relationship with his best friend (but he/they weren’t gay) but he knew how to open a locked lock.
	His find was miniscule—papers—papers—papers.
	Some gadgets of this, mini “toy-like” robots, and a pair of green tinted panties.
	Green tinted panties!?
	That was odd.
	Very odd.
	Could they be his Mom’s?
	EWEEWEWEWEW!
	Po sat in his Dad’s chair musing holding the green tinted undies and concluding that they were “too small” to be his Mom’s undies.  So who’s were they?  Why did his Dad have panties in his locked desk drawer?  The minutes ticked by and girls he knew at school came to mind.
	Another drawer was found—a “secret” compartment under the desk.
	Po, though, had a boner, panties, and a deep desire to fuck.
	Curiosity, however, took precedent and so he fiddled with the lock that took a little doing to undo.  But he managed and felt very proud of himself.  Inside the secret compartment was a remote control.  Sort of.  It was round, fit in the palm of the hand, virtually weightless, rounded top, black bottom, silver-like top and looked more like a puffy science fiction Martian space ship!
	It even had lights around the middle!
	Po wondered and wondered and wondered.
	“What the fuck?”
	Maybe it WAS a space ship—like the mini robots his Dad made.
	Further investigation led to the discovery of the space ship acting like a computer mouse; a “clicking” was capable on the Left and Right side of the curved dome; then there was a pop up mini screen with wavy lines and other indicators.  Po was awed and clueless.
	The panties, though—the panties threw him.
	When later privately with Wo—
	“DUDE!  That was probably one of those EMAD things!”
	Po sat dumbfounded.
	“Sonofabitch!” he was probably right.
	His Dad had made an EMAD!
	Po, however, DIDN’T spill about the panties.  Wo didn’t need to know everything.

*

Small Wonder
	One day, Ting Sim came home with a little surprise.  He had been hinting about it for days and brought the surprise home shortly before midnight.  The cover of darkness was needed ‘cause the “surprise” was as shocking as hearing that your grandmother was pregnant.
	Only Ting’s wife, Issalla, was up—waiting.
	She was relatively sure for some certainty that he wasn’t cheating—
	He often worked late at the “office” on some project; he did have awards and recognition for his efforts and he was just too geeky and nerdy to be a lying cheating scuzball.  But then again—
	“W-what is it?” Issalla asked curiously—and cautiously.
	Ting smiled; he wasn’t too tall—just under six feet; thin build, dorky looking, geeky looking, all kinds of nerd.  But he provided for his family; they had a nice-nice house; two cars, and well respected at their church and community.
	Something stood at the kitchen island draped/shrouded in a scientist sheet.
	Ting made the unveiling quipping the proverbial “Ta-da!”
	Issala stared—and stared—and stared some more.  On her lips was “What the fuck!?” for standing before her was a beautiful little girl approximately ten years old.
	Issala blinked her eyes trying to understand.
	“We’ve always discussed bringing another child into our world.”  Though Po was twelve and a little late to be “bringing another child into their world” the thought was still there (and there was fun in trying!)
	“Vicki!” Ting announced.
	“Vicki?” Issala queried.
	“Variable Input Construct Kid Interaction!”
	Issala was no dummy; she had a very high IQ; more than simple college/university diplomas, awards, certificates of achievement, honors, and degrees.
	“She’s—she’s a robot?”
	“Android is more appropriate.” Ting corrected.
	“Android.”  Then, “Oh my God!”  there was shock (but no dismay); there was awe, confusion, and wow—definitely wow.  Then the realization struck her.
	“You made a robot!”
	“Android—yes, yes, I created an android.” and, “and her name is Vicki!”
	(and it was a “small wonder” that it didn’t spin around and explode.)

Introductions
	“A GIRL!?” cried Po—‘what the fuck, man!?’ Po was not as elated or as gleeful as his Mother was with the new family addition.
	“Why couldn’t you make a flying saucer instead?”
	“Or a flying toaster?”
	“Automatic butter cutter.”  Ferris Wheel Time Machine; wearable computer; robotic mouse, cat, hamster, an bat; the Wheel Car, and a dozen or so other inventions that worked to some degree (that is to say they didn’t spin around and explode.)
	Po thought very little of the pretty “android”; she was supposedly very strong, self-aware, had incredible intelligence, and amazing beauty.  Po had to admit (to himself) that yeah, she WAS pretty—for a girl.  His friend, Wo, who got to see her later on and was told she was adopted into the family, very muchly liked her.  His take on the new addition was far different than Po’s.
	“Dude, you got it made!”
	“Say what?”
	“A girl!  A girl—in your house!”
	Po didn’t get it.
	“Panties!  Panties, dude!”
	Well, there was that.  But Po didn’t see it that way—she was a “construct”; an android.  Being in the form of a human girl didn’t mean anything, not to Po.  She was dressed as a girl, in a girl’s dress; she was pretty as a girl and any girl he knew.  She was approximately ten human years young.
	“Why a girl?” Po asked, “Why a TEN year old girl?”
	“Well,” supplied Ting to his inquiring son, “basically to help handicapped children and something of comfort for childless couples and grandparents in nursing homes.”
	Oh.  Neat!
	“We have to, for the time being, keep her under wraps; guarded.”
	“Why?” Po asked inquiringly.
	Ting sighed, “Well, son; it’s like this—not everyone shares my ideals on robotics or helping others using androids.”	
	“Whattya mean?”
	“There are others in my company working on similar projects,” but none had come close to actual perfection of a working model such as Vicki “they want to “upgrade” her to something I oppose.”
	Po and Issala wondered what.
	“A fighting weapon, upgrade my Vicki to a secret operative fighting machine.”
	Oh.
	“Don’t do it.” Po said.
	Issala clutched the android girl to her and Po had feelings for her, too.

Po feels for his sister 
	Skip ahead—skip ahead; it took a little while but Po slowly warmed up to Vicki, she stayed in the house while Ting made slight adjustments, added programming, and made even more “human” looking and acting.  Issala was overjoyed with the new addition, a child—a girl child!  

 	So she was not quite human; she never would get sick, require a doctor, go to school, and she had skipped over being an infant with all the screaming, fussiness, and changing.  No terrible Two’s, Three’s, or Fours, either.  She was ready made and Issala understood that Yeah, that’s what childless couple wanted, a Read Made Child without the earlier on infant trials.
	Po saw his sister in a new light—‘specially when he got a glimpse of her being dressed.  His Mom was dressing the android in the parental unit bedroom and Po was sneaking by—‘cause he was late getting home and wanted to be in his room where he could claim he had been there all the time.
	Unfortunately, as little sister often do—she ratted him out by announcing,
	“Po is home.”
	Nothing more than a scolding, taking away some privileges and no visitors (including his best friend, Wo.)  That pissed him off—being ratted out.  A bit of animosity filled him but was curbed when later that night—
	“I oughta make you suck my cock!” he bitched to the android.
	“Suck cock.” Android Vicki had a command habit of repeating herself—just an affirmation of vocal input.
	The hour was late, after midnight; parental units One and Two were sound to sleep in their parental unit bedroom.  Vicki had her own room Po’s Mother was fixing up to make it look proper.  As per the norm, being midnight, Po was up for his midnight snack run.  On his way back to his room with his clutch of goodies he stopped by his “sister’s” room to chastise her.
	During the week so far, Po had been schooled on how to program the girl; er, that is to say, how to communicate with her and interact.  Po learned that he had a “slave.”  She could be manipulated and taught NOT TO SQUEAL/SNITCH on him.  She helped him with his Math and History—so that was a plus.
	Another plus was about to cum.
	“Pull—pull your dress up.”
	Po held his breath and could barely see in the near darkness of the android’s room—she required no light to “see” as her eyes could see better than any animal as well as differing phases and shades and so on and so forth.
	Vicki raised her pretty nightgown-like dress.
	Po couldn’t breath—nor could he see.
	Thinking quickly he grabbed the folded bedding on the bed (that the young android female didn’t need but was there for “looks” anyways) and stuffed it at the floor of the bedroom door.  Then he switched on the light and viola!  let there be sufficient light!
	On his knees before Vicki he stared and stared and stared some more.
	“Awesome!” he said.
	“Awesome!” repeated Vicki.
	Up close and personal with a girl in her panties.  Temporarily, he forgo the knowing that Vicki was an android.  At this point—it didn’t matter.  Then, licking his lips and thinking thoughtfully,
	“Take your panties down.”
	“Take my panties down.”
	Po giggled and watched as with one hand she continued to hold up her nightgown and with the other she tugged down her basic pink panties.  Po’s Mom had gone gaga over making purchases for her new “daughter.”  She was beyond elated and Po realized the narly naughty potential of having a “sister” after all.
	Po’s knowledge of a girl’s anatomy, physiology, and what she really-really looked like without her clothes on was not so much in the knowing.  He knew that a girl in her bathing suit made him go nearly blind.  There were girls at his school that sent him sailing into orbit when they were near him; they way they smelled, looked, laughed, talked, everything.  There were girls older and younger he seriously sought to be with or at least close to—girls with tits, girls who were flat; girls who were tall, flabby, black, Asian, American-Indian, from India, and Europe.  Girls who had “junk in the trunk”, wore make-up they weren’t supposed to, girls who were shy, girls who belched (accidentally) and farted—also by accident.
	Now, with Vicki naked—the knowledge of what Adrian, Beth, Caroline, Debbie, Edith, Francine, Ginnifer, Hanna, Ilene, looked like with their panties down came into full view in his mind.  He let out a moan and had Vicki undress herself then lay out on the bed.
	The view of the girl’s cunny was Fucking-A fantastic!
	Nervously he touched the bare naked pussy.
	It was like nothing he had ever done before!
	The skin texture was outstanding!  More than lifelike!  He couldn’t see how such a thing as Vicki could be transformed into a fighting machine.  It just wasn’t right.  His fingers went all over the delicate cunny, opening the crevice and getting his nose and mouth right up close.  His cock screamed for attention so he stood and stripped off his clothes—seemed like the thing to do considering…
	“Ok, Vicki—SUCK ME!”
	Vicki stood and gave her “brother” a blank look.
	‘suck what?’ she conveyed.
	A sticking point Po had to overcome—he had to school the young android in the fine art of cock sucking.  “On your knees!” he commanded.
	“Oh my knees.”
	Po waggled his cock before his nude sibling and continued schooling her and reeling as the girl’s mouth about his johnson was more fantastic than he ever could imagine!  She was better—way better—than his friend, Wo!
	Jacqueline, Kellie, Lisa, Molly, Nellie, Olga, Paula
	The list of girls he imagined ON THEIR KNEES sucking him grew and intensified the young boy.  Each girl he could see naked and it did more for him than anything.  Vicki’s sucking had a hell of a vacuum causing Po to cum.  Usually he blew his wad off in his hand or up Wo’s ass—seldom did Wo suck good enough to get Po to cum off therein.
	The feeling of cumming off in a girl’s mouth was a mind blower.
	He knew that he had to fuck her.  It was inevitable.  His cock ached and had never ached so.
	“Goddamn!  You’re good!”
	“Goddamn—I’m good.”
	Heehee

*
Robonetics
	As it happened—
	In every boy’s life there were hardships and dilemmas.  Po struggled with school work despite having two brilliant parents.  He wasn’t musically inclined, sucked at most sports, had no aspirations of becoming a scientist, and had no steady girlfriend.  Of course, he was twelve and in America where studios scholastic behavior was not as stringent as if he were elsewhere.
	And then there was Harriet.
	Harriet Elderherb.  She was twelve years young, too; a schoolmate of Po.  She was slightly shorter than Po, in need of a lot of sunshine, had long flaming red hair, lots of freckles, super skinny, and deeply/madly in love with Po Sim.  She was also ultra nosey, sneaky, and horny.  That combination led her to spy on her beloved—and from her vantage point in her backyard treehouse and using her pirate-like telescope she easily could see into Po’s bedroom across the small alley separating their backyards.
	And IN that bedroom she saw her beloved naked prancing about WITH his naked adopted sister!  No incest ‘cause they weren’t related BUT—for quite some time had Harriet been trying to get “friendly” with Po—extra friendly.  When at the nearby river at a secluded spot the previous summer she had suggested they go skinny dipping.  Together.
	 Po declined and Harriet—didn’t give up.
	“Nice ass!” Harriet commented as she zeroed in on her lover’s (potential) ass.  Po was stark naked and on top of his newly adopted in sister who was also naked—and younger!  Didn’t bother Harriet so it seemed.  She began fingering herself and drooling!

	That same day and—
	“Hello, love of my life!” announced a beaming Harriet.
	“Hello, NOT the love of my life!” rebuked Po.  He liked Harriet—sorta kinda but she was a pain—a nosey interfering pain.  Never once had he thought of Harriet sexually.  Never.  Not even!  And here she was in her two piece neon yellow with polka dots swimsuit!  At twelve—she barely had a chest, too.
	“What do you want, Harriet.” Po asked.  He had spent the afternoon continuing schooling Vicki the science of sex (and sex acts!)  She was a quick learner and afterwards—while resting and showering a question did plague youong Po:  how did his Dad come up with Vicki?
	There, too, were those panties.
	Whose panties were they?  Vicki’s?
	Why a girl?  Why a child?  She was so young—did his Dad have any emotions when creating her—sexual emotions?  Po’s mind began to go into overdrive and then was bombastically bombed when Harriet showed him a picture on her digital camera.
	It was a picture of him on top of Vicki!
	“Holy shit!” he blurted.
	Harriet smiled.  Po freaked.
	“What the fuck!?”
	Harriet smiled and she was even more less sexually thought of than before.
	Po saw himself—naked, and saw Vicki—also naked.  First thought was “What the fuck!?” and then “What the fuck!?” followed by “What the fuck!?”
	And one more thing—no one—no one—NO ONE was supposed to see or even be aware of Vicki.  And here Harriet had a picture of her!  Po breath was taken and shaken.
	“What the fuck, Harriet!?” Po bitched.
	Harriet smiled, beamed, and was up to something.
	“Exactly!” she said smiling.
	“Huh?”
	It came clear when Harriet undone the string to her bathing suit.
	She had some titties (but they were way small and underdeveloped.)
	“Harriet?” quizzed a befuddled Po.
	Harriet shucked her bathing suit bottom and stood stark raving naked in his kitchen.  “Let’s go to your room!”
	It was blackmail.  And ugly word but it worked!
	And what was a guy to do?  With a girl although he couldn’t stand standing naked in his kitchen WILLINGLY willing to submit to sexual whims—it was a no brainer.

	There really was little to no comparative difference in screwing Harriet than there was screwing Vicki.  There was but there wasn’t.  Fucking circumvented all else; thought, sensation, whatever.  Harriet, although the same age as Po, was just as small in size as Vicki!  She DID, though, have a little more in the titty department—but not much.
	Quinn Gafftree had titties a high school girl should have, and SHE was only twelve.  A nice twelve; nice but, great smile, nice butt, looked great in pants, jeans, dresses and skirts—and had a nice butt!
	Po wanted to see her naked.  He saw her at a swimming party in her swimsuit and Po had to keep his legs crossed, stay in the pool, and avoid her altogether.  She was cute!
	Rachida was a black girl, from Nigeria; but what a smile!  Her whole face lit up when she smiled!  She mostly wore dresses and seldom came to school or any after school function in jeans or skirts.  SHE had some titties, too; nice bouncy things that captivated Po greatly.
	Sabrina Bitchtoes—oh!  Blond, blue eyes, amazing beauty for a girl of twelve.  She was going to be a killer when she got older.  She always wore good designer clothes, smelled good, was pleasant, and although he wasn’t sure for certainty—Po thought he heard her fart.  Could have been the chair she was sitting in scooting but…
	Tabitha Ukalala—a mix girl of having a Mexican momma, a India Indian daddy, a Hawaiian grandmother, and a African-American somewhere in the mix.  Soft silky hair that hung nicely to her shoulders, gorgeous skin, looked great in jeans and dresses, had a nice laugh, and after Po had seen her in her two-piece swimsuit he wanted to see her butt bare ass naked or at the very least in her underwear.
	That went for Ujjwala Gemlake, too; she was an Alaskan girl and her name meant Bright, Lustrous.  A pretty girl, kind of calm, plain, good start on the titty department, nice form, and once Po had been in the right position that when she was stooping down/squatting down he could see the top of her panties and a good deal of her “crack.”
	Valerie, Wanda, Xandy were triplet girls and gave young Po fits—not so much as they looked alike so but more than anything he desperately wanted to see them naked; taking a shower, going to the bathroom, fingering themselves, and wondered casually if they “fooled” around in their bedroom?
	Yolanda was a nice Mexican girl who sort of kind of like Po and they sort of kind of hung out together at the movies—but with others in tow, at the pizzeria, park, and assorted school functions.  But always with others of their peer group associating with them.  It had only recently dawned on Po that the girl might have a crush on him.
	That could work to his advantage—but he knew that he might also be getting mixed signals or wrong signals and if he pushed himself on her trying to be slick or some young horndog boy bullshit he could ruin their possible relationship.
	Zada was Armenian and a really nice girl; she talked funny, wore odd clothes, had a good personality but Po heard disparaging things about her and her people.  For Po, he wasn’t out to judge her.  But others warned him about getting too friendly with her—you never know about some people and what they are harboring.
	Wo was wright—er, right when he said “you are soooo lucky!” implying about having a girl in the house.  Panties were ok, but the real flesh was something else!  Synthetic flesh was alright—but real flesh!  Wow!
	Vicki’s flesh was very human-like; her hair, eyes, and pussy.
	Laying side by side Po examined scrutininzingly both girls and closing his eyes he couldn’t tell the difference—which was real which was synthetic!  And lo, it didn’t matter.  It didn’t really matter.  Vicki, though, gave little to no indication as she was tongued and fingered.  Harriet jolted, twisted, and gave great antics that thrilled Po as much as she herself was thrilled.
	Sticking his dick into Vicki was great—no doubt there.  But shoving his prick into Harriet was beyond compare.  It felt GREAT!  Harriet gave him thrills; a tight snug cunt and she clawed his back, wrapped her skinny legs about his body, humped him back and carried on so.
	Ms. Alice Janebook.  English teacher, 6th grade.  She was HOT.  She was twenty-six and HOT!  She looked Italian, long dark hair, long facial features, long body but just a few cunt hairs under being two meters tall.  She was awesome!  Po wished beyond wishes that he had her for homeroom teacher like Wo did.  HE was sooooo lucky!
	But screwing Harriet wasn’t so bad after all.  No, not bad at all.
	But when Harriet went home—he still had a fuck toy to fuck.
	And he was fuckin’ that fuck toy when his Dad unexpectedly came home and caught him “in the act.”  Ting Sim was beyond irate saying,
	“I didn’t create her for you to FUCK!”
	Although Vicki wasn’t scared—Po was.
	And he promptly got a scolding and a bare ass spanking.
	Didn’t stop him, though; Po was screwing Vicki later on that night…

Got something to hang on to?  Well—hang on to it!
	Day in—day out—fuck-fuck-fuck.  Given the opportunity—and they abounded abundantly with both parents out of the house for hours and sneaky (and horny) Po able to scoot home and bang (fuck) away as he pleased.  Also after hours.  Friend, Wo, also got in on the deal.
	The boys double penetrated the girl, spanked her, got spanked themselves, and had a delicious three-way.  Wo never the wiser that Vicki was an android.  And inasmuch as he enjoyed cornholing his best pal AND ramming his rod up Vicki’s poop chute—stuffing her cunny was the bomb!
	“GOD!” he blurted as he came a gusher load into the girl’s cunny.  More than anything he wanted to fuck the girls he knew at school.
	“Which ones?” Po asked.
	“All of them!”
	One day—Ting came home early again finding his son not screwing Vicki but Harriet!  Oh!  (and Vicki was there, too.)  Ting stood flabbergasted and beyond shocked.  “WHAT THE HELL!?” he exclaimed.  His eyes danced all over the sordid room—from his naked son to the naked Harriet (and to the laying on her back with her legs pinned back by cloth Vicki.)
	“It’s alright, Mr. Sim,” Harriet said, “we’re just having some fun!”
	Ting Sim stared at the naked girl, “What?” he said in disbelief.
	Strangely, Harriet didn’t flee the room, dive off the bed to the other side of the bed to hide her nakedness but instead spread open her legs—invitingly!  Po had dove to the lee side of the bed in some fright and trepidation and was in just as much awe about Harriet as was his Dad.
	‘What the fuck, Harriet!?  What the fuck!?”
	Ting Sim stood in total disbelief; mouth open, eyes wide, heart beating near out of his chest, cock hard.
	Cock hard?
	Then, right before Po’s eyes, Harriet moved off of the bed and came to her knees before his Dad.  ‘WHAT THE FUCK, HARRIET!?’
	She looked up to the not-so-tall man, smiled, and opened her mouth.
	Ting Sim rubbed on his boning boner and was totally mystified.
	More mystification came when Harriet placed her hand on the growing bulge, then squeezed it.  Ting began to sweat and couldn’t take his eyes off the girl.
	“What are you doing?” he asked in a trembling voice.
	Harriet didn’t answer but smiled big (with her mouth still open!)
	And without much timidness on her part, Harriet Elderherb unzipped Ting’s pants.  It was bizarre.  Po was beside himself, shocked, stunned, and in total disbelief.  Ting was much like his son and could only stare down at the skinny child as she worked her slender hand inside his slacks and fished out from his underwear his steaming hard cock.
	There it was—his steaming hard cock in her hand.
	And to further lambast his mind—she rubbed the manly dong onto her face!
	She did!
	What’s more she kissed it!
	And from kissing to out and out sucking!
	Po was out of his mind.
	Ting, too.
	Harriet fully took in the man’s manhood—the head and then the shaft.  With the head she rolled her tongue about the super sensitive crown, diddled the piss slit, then grinded her teeth against the equally sensitive skin flute taking most of the average six incher into her mouth.
	Then, the naked harlot stood up and pulled the bewildered man to the bed whereupon she lay across the bed parting her legs and fingering herself.  What was a man to do in such a situation?
	He stood continuing to be bewildered but eventually moved up and gently (on his own) rubbed his cock against Harriet’s cunt.  The rubbing grew intense and soon there was penetration.  And once “penetration” begun there was no stopping.  Harriet giggled; then she moaned and bucked into Mr. Sim surprising him by her abilities and capability of taking him on so.

*
Do robots dream of atomic sheep?
	(well, do they?)
	Boning Vicki and Harriet got to be an everyday sort of thing; more for Po, of course, than Ting but Ting “got some”, too.  And not just from Harriet!  Po slipped home to get his daily thrill when he saw his Dad’s car in the drive—the old man had beat him home!
	Dmitri had his hands full of keeping tabs on Seth, Harriet, Po, and deciding if whether or not to help the lad out on his Alphabet Quest—all the primary girls on his List, including his English teacher!  Dim, too, had helped himself to Harriet Elderherb—he found by probing her mind she was NOT a virgin prior to getting it on with Po; she had a cousin who was in high school that gave her a good fuck now and then.  There, too, a dog!
	OH!
	Girls are just so weird!  (although I had a Scottish uncle who favored a ewe now and then.  (just now and then…))
	Anyways,
	One day, Po’s Mom, Ting’s wife, came home early and unexpected.  She found/discovered scientist husband SCREWING their ten year old daughter!  Ok, she was not a “daughter” per se but a replica of.

	It was bad being caught with his dick in the android—who happened to resemble a hell of a lot like a typical ten year old human girl (and Dmitri happened to realize that “Vicki” looked a hell of a lot like the ten year old human girl who had gone missing some months ago and then was found naked (but alive) with no memory of what had happened to her—and she hadn’t been molested/violated, either!)
	So, it was bad being caught with his dick in the android—but not as bad as one would think.
	“Is this what you created her for?” squealed the not-as-upset-as-one-would-think-she-should-be.
	Ting hated being caught—with his dick in his ten year old android.  It was shameful and embarrassing.
	Issala was upset (but not as upset had she come home the day before when Ting’s dick was up the ass of his twelve year old son!)  She stood shaking her head in disbelief, “I thought you were creating Vicki for humanity—not for—for fucking!”
	Issala seldom cursed, cussed, or sad bad language.
	Ting couldn’t say word one—what was there to say?
	Then, the shocker—
	“Well, then—” said Issala, “make ME one!”
	She had her husband off guard.
	Cocking his head he conveyed, “What?”
	“Make me an android, a boy.”
	Ting’s breath was taken and the unseen Dmitri was hard pressed not to laugh out loud.  He found the whole sordid affair of the Sim household, plus the addition of Harriet Elderherb very amusing.  Very.
	Issala wanted a boy android, approximately twelve years young.
	Wow.

Wait!  There’s More!
	Vincent
	The Sim family fascinated Dmitri, as did the weird to very strange Harriet.  (sex—with a dog!)  Very bizarre child.  But Issala Sim—she turned out to be just as weird—she wasn’t into farm animals but she held a certain odd illicitness that amused the unseen Dim.  She was ok with her husband screwing the android, Vicki.  And she wanted to be present when he did it, too; she joined in but not engaging with the android child but as Ting stuffed his cock into the ten year human-like child she stripped off her clothes and fucked her cunt with a life-like cock dildo.  When Ting got his rocks off his dear professional wife was getting hers.  Ting was turned on (so was Dim).
	Ting pulled out of Vicki and went down on his wife’s horny sopping wet cunt and devoured her sending her into utter oblivion.  And despite having just cum a gusher in their android daughter—Ting was ready again and put his scientist cock into his wife for an outrageous fuck.
	Dim was impressed.
	More was to cum, though.
	Each night Ting and Issalla would go out scanning the neighborhoods, mini malls, parks, and other places kids were likely to hang out.  Po hung out at home with Vicki—one watching over the other.  By now, it was known that Po and Vicki were fucking.  Only Ting knew that Harriet was involved.  Ting was also dipping his wick into Harriet—she gave excellent blow jobs and had an incredible cock hungry cunt that drove Ting crazy.
	Mostly, Ting was confused with whether or not it was the girl’s “cock hungry pussy” or the fact that she was a twelve year old girl—a twelve year old skinny girl who looked like a ten year old skinny girl—or the plain fact that it was an illicit act he was engaging in.  (and only Dim knew—other than the participants—that Issala and Wo were secretly screwing around!)
	Now, it came to be known—to all involved, that Ting Sim DID have an Electronic Mind Altering Device.  He invented one—he invented one for the soul purpose of waylaying a Subject for his personal project.  In creating Vicki the Child Android he needed a model in which to make a mould.  
	Issalla was shocked but not alarmed.
	Dim was impressed.
	Po saw opportunity looming and lusting.  Po discovered the nifty mind controlling agent when once again he was at his Dad’s place of employment, Robonetics, Inc.  On further snooping it was discovered that there was more than one EMAD, a prototype and the real deal.  Swiping even one was dangerous; his Dad would know and there was security throughout the building.
	Luckily, Dim was there to allow Po to snag the prototype EMAD; nip Ting’s mind so as he wouldn’t realize the missing Device, and thwart the security guards and the pesky alarms at the entrance/exit doors.
	With that, here’s the Alphabet List story:
	 “Geeze, Dad,” complained Helga, “when are you going to finish this?”
	“When I get to the end of it, Helga, “when I get to the end of it!”

	Adrian Curlbreath
	Nice girl; LOTS of super curly light brown hair, amazing blue eyes, perky boobs.  She spoke French & German, played chess, wore short blue shorts one day to school capturing Po’s undying attention.  When she wore other shorts that had large open legs—Po Sim was in love.
	When the girl sat on the bleachers watching a school game of some sort, Po could see right down those wide open legged shorts to the girl’s crotch.  He vowed someday somehow to do more than to “see” the girl’s crotch.  And as luck would have it—have EMAD will do!
	Doing something naughty at school was pretty dangerous—but blinded by love and lust it was doable just the same.  And with the unseen Dmitri Tsugua hanging about it was safe.  Any pesky interlopers would be shooed away.  Po made his choice of “doing” Adrian, though, a little more risky than necessary—the school library!
	Just after the last bell indicating students were free to go home, Po mind zapped his intended and misdirected her to the library room.  It took up a lot of space with audio/visual at one end with the librarian’s office there, too.  Conference tables were scattered all over with the books in rows surrounded by a waist high half wall with books in shelves on either side.
	Way back towards the back of the library in a lounge-like alcove Po led Adrian.  His heart raced with his eyes glued on the girl’s butt—she wore stripped pants—pants that were blue with white strips.  Nice-nice butt.  Nice.  All that hair bounced on her shoulders; a nice simple white sleeveless white blouse; bouncey-bouncey preteen titties.  Nice-nice.
	Po didn’t have any schooling on the mind altering device; electronical, so he had to play it by ear.  Dim, though, DID have schooling on the Device.  There wasn’t time sufficient for the young boy to learn “on his own” how the Device operated; Dim readily helped the boy out on his quest—alphabet quest.
	Po activated the palm sized dome flying saucer-like EMAD having the girl undo her pants.  With the pants unfastened (and unzipped)—
	“Take your pants (and panties) down (to your ankles.)”
	Amazingly, the girl did so.  Po had listened intently to the news stories about EMADs and watched the other off-news about the general make-up of mind controlling devices both on the television as well as from the school computers.  Culling all the info from those sources he had a slight idea of how a mind controlling device worked.
	Po stood in absolute disbelief.
	“Wow.” He said aloud.  Standing before him was Adrian Curlbreath, at twelve she was amazing.  Truly amazing.  There was a nice coverage of pubes on her poon pie and she appeared to be virginal.
	Po couldn’t move.
	He needed encouragement.
	‘go ahead, embrace her.’
	Po still couldn’t move.
	‘embrace him.’
	Adrian leaned to the stunned Po Sim and hugged him.
	Po came around and embraced the girl, the first girl on his Alphabet List.  His hands nervously touched her bare ass—similar to Vicki’s ass, very similar to Harriet’s ass.  But also different.  His cock was busting out of his pants.  The clock on the wall read 3:10.
	When the clock on the wall read (digital readout) 3:35, Adrian Curlbreath was NAKED on the crappy blue love seat with gobs of cum oozing out of her freshly fucked cunt.  She had been a virgin.  Po had fucked her and initially blew his nut juice in less than a minute after plunging into her sex.  He suckled her breasts and maintained a nice steady hard-on.  Too weak, though, to push up her equally virgin asshole.
	Dim didn’t Q&A the girl (a missed opportunity but oh well).
	After Po, Dim, of course, took his turn and managed to go two minutes before creaming.  Po checked the girl off his list and later on that same day, that evening at the pizzeria…
	Beth Gnarlring
	Getting Beth Gnarling out to herself—or to Po’s self wasn’t easy.  So Dim had to help and steer both out to the dumpster area behind the establishment.  It was evening type time but the sun was still way up for Summer hours.  Beth was a cutey, virgin, tight jeans, loose blouse.  Dmitri DID Q&A her finding that she was not all that virginal:  she gave handjobs to her cousin AND got fucked up the butt from same cousin.  No oral and not between the legs.
	The girl stripped off her clothes—as did Po (as did Dim) and on her knees she serviced both Po and Dim.  She learned fast the art of “oral.”  
	She also learned “anal.”

Caroline Woebeegotten
	Nice girl, black girl with a Chinese grandmother.  She was tall, thin build, AA titties, virgin all around.  Two days after doing Beth and Po was “doing” Caroline behind the backstop at school DURING school!  Po was totally enamored with the girl; very nice ass, nice tits—in spite of the fact that they were Itty Bitty.  Po loved just holding the girl, squeezing her to him, clutching her ass, fingering her pussy.  Shoving his meat stick into her cunny was pretty good, too.

Debbie Lottugive
	Po never thought he would get anywhere with Debbie Lottugive.  She was kinda stuck up, snooty, farts didn’t stink kind of girl.  She was also thirteen.  She was cute, looked great in school colors—gym shorts that were red.  And butt bare assed naked she was even better!  

	Po was stricken with the girl; she was damn cute in his eyes and the fact that she was a “bitch” made doing her all the sweeter.  She had a decent set of preteen titties; Po held her to him, kissed her, and enjoyed the moment of privacy behind the school’s garden-garden shed.  Just holding the girl to him was pretty much enough for him; squeezing her bare ass he closed his eyes and just stood there—stark naked and totally relaxed.  The situation was utterly sublime.
	Sex followed minutes later.

*

Ting and Issalla
	Keeping up with Po was one thing, keeping up with Seth was another thing.
	Then there was Ting and Issalla.
	Seth was a little difficult to “keep tabs on” ‘cause he stayed invisible to sight so much.  The “strangulations” had taken a little bit of a nose dive—which was good.  Dim still weighed the issue of introducing himself to the elder teen proper but at the last moment of doing so got a case of “cold feet” and thought “Maybe later.”  Much later.
	Anyways,
	“Oooooh!  That one looks good!”
	Ting looked to the direction his wife was indicating and saw a nice twelve year old boy standing alone at a bus stop.  Several boys so far had Issalla “indicated” that were “good” but she was picky and at the last minute declined to accept them.
	“You are going to have to make a decision—soon!” Issalla’s impatient husband spurted.
	“All right!  All right!” bitched back Issalla.  “Him.”
	“Him” was Henry Worthwad.  He was twelve, sandy brown hair, brown eyes, slightly tan, and damn handsome!  Ting zapped the young man and brought him into the family van.  The boy was well dressed but had adjusted his clothing to suit him and be more comfortable—and acceptable to his peers.  There was a bit of slouch to his posture; again, to be more acceptable to his peers.  He came from a good family—a well-do-to type family but he had balked about attending private school and to be more socially acceptable he ventured to public school.
	Issalla couldn’t wait—once the young lad was in the van she was salivating (lusting.)  Ting couldn’t drive fast enough to get to the laboratory where he worked.
	“Can we go home, first?” Issalla asked.
	Ting hung left and made way for home.  The Sim family was getting more interesting by the minute!
	At home, the family van cruised into the garage.  Only when the door closed did the doors of the family van open and Henry Worthwad led out to the parental bedroom.  It was Issalla who stripped the boy’s clothes off leaving her stunned husband to stand (with a hard-on) stunned at her side.
	When the boy’s underwear was tugged down—Issalla adored his little dick and rubbed it onto her face!  She did!  Ting was totally frapped.  It was more than disbelief Ting held for his wife—much more.  He just couldn’t believe what he was seeing!?  Dim wondered how she WOULD feel if she knew of her hubby humping their son?  How would she feel if she knew son Po and his best friend were butt buddies?
	Too blown in his own mind was Dim that he didn’t Q&A her.
	After rubbing Henry’s cock all over her face she sucked it.
	Dim DID, however, Q&A Henry.
	The boy was an avid masturbator and pleased his cock on a daily basis.
	He had a sister older and one younger.  The older sister by as many as five years wasn’t keen on any form of being naughty with him.  The ten year old sibling, however, was.  With Sasha, the ten year, there was mutual fingering.  No anal, no oral but the girl DID kiss his cock.
	Henry ached to get laid.
	So did Issalla.
	On the bed and Issalla lay nakedly with her legs spread satisfying her ache with young Henry on top of her fucking her ache out.  Meanwhile, a bewildered Ting stood by the bed whacking off staring at his wife and to the humping boy humping his wife.  Timidly did he place his hand on the twelve year old and caress his ass.  His own cock grew intensely harder and Issalla saw it; she grabbed it and began working it pulling her husband onto the bed.
	Young Henry didn’t take long to get his nuts off and when he did he was pushed off and a very-VERY horny Issalla maneuvered Ting onto her.  The fuck that followed was bombastically amazing.  It was the most intense sex they had ever-ever had!  Ever!  (so far)
	Afterwards, Ting and Issalla took a bath together—a long relaxing non-sexual bath sipping wine and canoodling.  (ok, some sex)  Meanwhile, young Henry remained naked on the bed and Dim left the Sim house to go follow-up on Po who was on to the next girl on his Alphabet List, Edith.
	Edith Ohgrabme
	Cute girl, red super curly hair, green eyes, baby face; a little chubby but had a nice body just the same.  She was almost thirteen, a little shorter than most girls in her age group; a little rounder, too.  She was naïve on the thrills of sex and depravity thereof but had just recently found the pleasures of self-pleasuring.

	She got caught self-pleasuring herself by her Mom who promptly spanked her traumatizing her somewhat diminishing her usual happy-go-lucky outlook and persona.  She became sad and withdrawn along with unhappy and non-talkative.  Po noted the change in the schoolmate (but wasn’t aware of her problem like Dmitri was.)
	Po nailed the girl at school in an area between the “A” and “B” building, English and Math.  A green area there was with shrubs and bushes alongside the buildings and a green grassy area spanning the twenty foot separation.  There were wide windows along the buildings but shielded by 1960s metal shades.  Po and Edith made their way to a special secure area where Po wasted no time in stripping naked and getting his dick into Edith’s mouth.
	Getting his dick elsewhere followed.
	Dim was bemused by Po’s determination.  While the boy pounded the girl from behind—on her knees, ass in the air, cock slamming her virgin cunny, Dim positioned himself ‘neath the girl’s face getting a blowjob.

Francine Weathercock
	Francine Weathercock had three brothers; two older and one younger plus an older sister, too.  Francine was aware (by spying) that her older sister and brother were not only fooling around but fucking.  When their parents weren’t home the two older sibs “got it on.”  They got naked and freaky and ran amok the house naked doing the naughty in every room of the house!
	Once Franny caught them “in the act” she herself got involved.  In the beginning it was oral followed by anal followed by vaginal.  Soon and the other brothers were involved and can we say “orgy”?  thought you could.

 	Ginnifer Crotchrotten was a friend of three cousins who were naugty—naughty—naughty.  So naughty that not only were they naughty with themselves they included young Ginny when she was nigh but eight years old involving her with a ten year old male cousin of theirs.  Both were talked into having sex together while the girl cousins watched (and schooled them in the proper way of how to do it.)
	Later on, the young male cousin began getting it on with his cousins, too.
	By this time, Po’s dick was beginning to tire and wear out—so was Dim.  Dim was familiar with a worn out dick from so much activity but Po wasn’t interested in cooling off.  His cock was sore but his lust for conquest was greater than his discomfort.  Dim noted that the boy’s cum spurts were not squirts but dribbles and globs.  It was pure conquest, sexual empowerment to achieve the set goal of nailing the Alphabet girls.

Hanna Treeleaf
	A shy girl, reposed, composed, a bright student who kept to herself, was comfortable in jeans, dresses, skirts, and shorts.  She was close to being thirteen and had a nice rack to show for it.  Long straight unstyled honey brown hair she was not so tall but thin with long limbs.  A nice girl; a curious girl—there was a grandfather who had a farm and there she did witness animals “fucking.”  This witnessing gave her a mild idea of how humans procreated.  Her young mind was filled with parental influence, school, and church.  Then, of course, there were her school friends, peer group.
	Lots of information; some of it good, some of it misinformation.
	At a school function one evening, Po misdirected the young girl, eighth on the List, and enjoyed a private moment with her in the stairwell of the Science building.  It was dark save for the stairwell lighting.  It was a bit of a risk as security guards were apt to catch them in the act but as there was a function at the gymnasium the risk was minimal.
	Deflowering Hanna was a done deal but there was more cherry juice on Po’s dick than there had been with the other girls and it kind of frightened him.  Thankfully, Dim was there to soothe him and after using the girl’s own panties to clean herself off, he took his turn and soothed the girl’s mind of realizing about her defloweration.
	Afterwards, Po decided to take a break—at least for a little while.
	Meanwhile,
	
The Lust Factor (at the expense of …)
	Michelle Tuzeezoo
	He was sweating.  His heart was racing.  His mind was frapped.
	Sitting beside him, however, his wife was calm and musing at the “prospects” in her view.  “That one’s cute!” and “Ooooh, look at that one!” along with “Very nice!” and “She should be against the law!”
	She?  Issalla Sim was not picking out potential moulds for her husband to make her a boy android sex toy but girls—girls to satisfy the sudden lust Ting Sim was suddenly experiencing.  (And NO, Dmitri had nothing to do with it!)
	There was hesitation on Ting’s part, though; that pesky moral dilemma thing.  There was a “want to” but fear of proceeding.  He had willingly kidnapped the first girl for his Vicki android project and semi willingly acquired Henry but now—now his wife was prodding him to “acquire” another for not the purposes of creating another Vicki mould android but for the sole purpose of sex?
	For the sole purposes of sex.
	Well, what was wrong with that!?

	‘would you be upset if your husband wanted sex with a ten year old?’
	It was a question that had to be asked—along with, ‘would you like to have a ten year old boy?’  What age was “too young”; were there any interests in teenage boys; would she care if Ting wanted to hump the sex of a teenage girl?  How would she feel if she saw her husband butt humping their son?
	It was cause for mild concern and a lot of thought.
	To answer; No, she wouldn’t be upset per se if said husband wanted sex with a ten year old—she would, however, be concerned.  Of course, that alluded to her own abnormal behavior concerning her hidden lust for boys.  Young boys.  For Issalla, a twelve year old boy was prime; a thirteen year old boy would be suitable as well.  So would a fourteen year old but older than that—the boy would have to have resemblances to younger boys aforementioned.
	What was too young?
	Hmmm  Boys younger than ten.  Final.
	And she really couldn’t see Ting messing with a girl younger than twelve.
	Michelle Tuzeezoo wasn’t ten—she was twelve.
	In the back of the van and did Ting Sim waste no time in his illicit act of debauchery to Michelle.  The girl lay in her jean short totally mindless—that part didn’t bother Ting as much as it did Dmitri.  He liked his Subjects a little mindless but not zombie-like.  There was a difference.
	Anyways, down to business.
	Basic panties, pink in color, nice and snug against her body.  Ting needed no encouragement in his shenanigans and after getting Michelle’s top and pants off he lay beside her in awe.  Issalla watched giving no indication whether she was alarmed or whatever.  She seemed in awe, too.  Michelle remained mindless and Ting remained horny.
	Slowly and did his fingers roam about the girl’s private area, squeezing the pussy then moving up to her breasts still concealed by her small preteen bra.  Ting was totally absorbed with his misdoings—almost in a panic!  With trembling fingers he pushed off the girl’s bra cup; the other hand beneath the girl unhooking the clasp.  His dark eyes fell upon those small glorious knobs; beginner’s titties.
	Suddenly Issalla was stuffing her hand down her tan slacks!  She was fingering herself!  OH!  Ting didn’t notice—he was too into the girl with his misbehavior—he had began suckling Michelle’s breasts.  One at a time; while sucking one he massaged the other.  Soon and down came his dress slacks and underwear.  His meat stick was hard with the bulbous tip already glistening.
	‘take your slacks down—and off!’ Dim whispered to Issalla.
	Issalla accepted the whispered command and slipped off her slacks—there were NO PANTIES!  None!  Wow!  Her blouse and bra came off nextly and she performed that task all on her own.
	Ting slipped his fingers down inside Michelle’s panties fingering her pussy finger-to-pussy one-on-one.  finger-finger-finger!  Ting’s hard cock pressed hard against the girl’s thigh; there was moaning, groaning, and desperation.  The anticipation was a killer.
	Ting finally moved into optimum position—laying on top of the girl.  There he began to grind—cock against her panties.  He hadn’t taken her panties off!  Dim let him be—to each his own.  
	Meanwhile, Issalla was in fits.  Watching her husband molest Michelle strangely turned her on!  She even whispered “Do her! Do her!”
	Dim had the same inclination and unbeknownst to all—slipped is salami into Issalla cunt approaching from behind her.  Issalla began to moan, groan, and cum!  Ting continued to grind his cock against Michelle still clad in her panties.  Eventually, though, he pushed the girl’s panties down and off.  The desperation of penetrating the girl had dimmed somewhat—it was still there but taking a temporary backseat.  With Michelle’s panties off, Ting spread her legs and took in the girl’s nakedness.  A curtain had been drawn separating the cab from the passenger area; all the passenger area windows were tinted and had personal blinds making the van secure.  
	The day was warm so the a/c was on; the hour was late so the process of completing the illicit deed was great.  Ting, however, seemed not to have any discernible presence of time.  His eyes took in all of the girl a she lay on her back on the fold down middle seat.  It was like she was the most incredible thing he had ever see; like some incredible feast for a king!  
	Issalla fingered-fingered-fingered herself all the while Dim’s dick slammed her cunt and his hands mawed her breasts.  Issalla’s eyes were locked onto her husband—waiting.  Ting, having all the time in the world apparently, continued to take in the girl before at length easing his manly prong into her sex.
	For his wife, it was like the most extraordinary thing ever.  Ever!  Such a fantastic event she couldn’t think straight!  Michelle reacted as Ting’s cock invaded her.  Ting reacted as his cock entered the girl with an entire body shudder.  He trembled, arched his back, tightened up, and resembled muchly like a dog when at the pivotal moment of ecstasy.  He was cumming.  He wasn’t even at the one minute mark!
	Moans began to formulate from Ting Sim; he shuddered from head to toe and back again; his ass tightened and there was no actual pumping action—no thrusting but he was cumming just the same.  The man was amazing—but not as amazing as his son…

Ilene Roughrock
	A long tall red head girl was Ilene Roughrock; her father was a minister, her mother the director of her father’s church’s choir.  Two older brothers and one younger.  Ilene was on the school’s debate team, choir, and could pitch a mean softball.  A nice girl, not quite an “A” student but she got a few of those and once helped Po out on some math problem problems.
	At a school event Po made his move taking Ilene from her friends and the indoor volley ball game to a secluded behind the gym.  There it was a quickie with Po getting Ilene naked in near record time but he kept his own clothes on—just whipped out his Sim dick and made good use of it.
	Like his Dad, Po found Ilene amazing and captivating.  He had done eight girls so far on his Alphabet List and each one was amazingly different.  Ilene’s flaming hair was remarkable and a standout; those apple-sized titties were another standout and that super tight virgin pussy made Ilene superior in her class.
	A full minute and then some after creaming the girl’s pussy and Po was still on her—still in her.  He had melted and had no energy.  His fingers went thru the girl’s super curly hair; his lust was waning but the interest was still there.
	Dim’s lust was not waning and soon was drilling his cock into Ilene’s sex giving her a reason to live.  Twelve year old pussy was the bomb!  Loving on the girl in the cool of the evening amidst the screams of the assembled crowd in the gym egged him on and he fucked the young preteen into oblivion—bringing himself there alongside her, too.

Jacqueline Zeebone
	The next girl “on the List” was Jacqueline Zeebone—and her turn didn’t cum for over a week!  Po was worn out.  His cock just couldn’t take it!  After Ilene he had little choice than to wait it out a while—and Harriet didn’t help.  Harriet’s young pussy was cock hungry and if Po couldn’t help out the cause—Po’s Dad could!  (And Po’s Dad didn’t mind one little bit, either!)
	During that “week off”, Ting Sim had a android-boy for his wife in the works.  He was also in the mind to “acquire” another Subject for another girl android.  A little bit older, a thirteen year old to be exact.  But he was a pervert at heart and also wanted another ten year old.  This only prompted Issala to desire a thirteenish year old boy for herself.
	During that week off of Po and his List, Dim had checked up on Seth Strangle.  Strangely, the Strangler had kept low and non-strangling.  Dim was still bothered about the teen’s doings—the 60-plus strangling.  The Police, Sheriff, FBI, CIA, State Militia, and other law enforcing agencies were all on each others footsteps trying to unravel the mass serial killings.  The Church by the River was the only clue but then there were strangling all over the city, too.
	When Po’s vacation was over, school was just about over, too.  He vowed to complete his Alpha-List before the End of School.  Just a goal he set for himself—you gotta have goals.  He liked the next girl on his A-List—and she liked him.  That was a plus and kind of sort of made it a little awkward.  They had gone to the movies together, miniature golfing, go-cart racing, and just generally hung out together.
	Seeing her naked was just something he had to see.
	So he did—and at previous girl’s father’s church of all places!
	Both Ilene and Jacqueline were friends—and it was a two-fer!  
	In an unused room the group—Po, Ilene, Jacqueline, and Dmitri, all made their way just after the choir had finished their singing and the second banana preacher of the church began blabbing the church announcements.  That would take 25 minutes give or take five one way or the other.  Just enough time…
	Jacqueline smelled pretty; a nice scent to her already alluring appeal.  There wasn’t time for foreplay but Po did a little preliminary fooling around firstly anyways; that included hugging and copping a feel.  With both Ilene and Jacqueline wearing dresses stripping then to their bare skin was relatively easy.  A little time consuming but Dim would make it work.
	And a surprise awaited Po when he slipped his hands up under Jacqueline’s powder blue dress—no panties!  He was very amused and nearly creamed himself with joy.  There wasn’t sufficient time to get the girls naked—not both of them anyways.  Ilene had already been seen naked so the choice was easily made; Jacqueline.  She was nearly thirteen—in five months.  Her breasts were nice—very nice; she had a great ass, wonderful smile, beautiful eyes, and NO PANTIES!
	After feeling the girl’s ass up to his delight and eating up too much time, the dress was slipped off along with the dainty pinkish bra and there she was—naked!  For twelve, nearly thirteen, she wasn’t bad.  Most girls “weren’t bad” at basically any age.  They all had the same parts but it was their face, hair style, body style that made them different.
	Jacqueline had not one hair on her pussy.  Not one!
	Po fingered the girl’s pussy and time ticked-ticked-ticked away.
	Dim took his turn (again) with Ilene.  
	There wasn’t time—there wasn’t time but Po “went down” on Jacqueline anyways.  He didn’t really know what the big deal was with licking out a girl’s cunny but there was some thrill there just the same.  So he noshed at the Y then eased in his throbbing hard penis.
	Jacqueline was not a virgin—not a virgin!
	And Dim didn’t do a Q&A—boning Ilene overshadowed his mind.  Sex was all there was and that’s the way it was.  He spanked Po’s ass, who was beside him, intensifying his own lust and it was 11:15AM—time to return to the flock.
*
The Return of the Strangler
	The Church by the River had come thru the fire—so to speak, with a rash of mass strangulations in recent weeks.  The Church had nearly closed with many parishioners in fear and taking their prayers elsewhere.  After a time, though, and after those rash strangulations seemed to taper off and go elsewhere in the city peoples began to return and with much added security the Church by the River was back in the worship business.
	One day of worship and Dim was surprised to see Seth among the returning parishioners.  It was to be assumed that the teen was there for ulterior motives.  (good assumption!)  Dim had a dim view on church, church policies, and religion as a whole.  He viewed it as mainly a money making opportunity and not so much on the process of providing divine guidance.
	The preacher of the Church by the River began blabbing about inappropriate business among the populace; discussing matters of SEX, sex behaviorism, inappropriate sex, abnormal sex and so on and so and so forth.  He was dissen sex, perverts, and homos but in the Bible, the Koran, the Talmud, sex in all its forms was everywhere.
	Dim giggled when the Church had “readings” whereas all members of the church would read passages from the Christian bible—from cover to cover.  That included the narly readings of “pissing against the wall”!  Of course, the blatant incest passages were of a particular giggle for Dim when young teens, specifically girls, who read those scriptures and had to do so without smirking.
	One of the most colorful verses in the Bible is found in 1 Kings 14:10 (KJV):  Therefore, behold, I will bring evil upon the house of Jeroboam, and will cut off from Jeroboam him that pisseth against the wall, and him that is shut up and left in Israel, and will take away the remnant of the house of Jeroboam, as a man taketh away dung, till it be all gone.
	In 1 Samuel 25:22, 25:34; 1 Kings 14:10, 16:11, 21:21; 2 Kings 9:8) 
“A person could piss against a tree, he could piss on his mother, he could piss on his own breeches, and get off, but he must not piss against the wall -- that would be going quite too far. The origin of the divine prejudice against this humble crime is not stated; but we know that the prejudice was very strong -- so strong that nothing but a wholesale massacre of the people inhabiting the region where the wall was defiled could satisfy the Deity.” -- Mark Twain, Letters from the Earth. 
 	Ham's actions in Genesis 9:20-25, are debated upon because of the vagueness of the script, but some  interpret it as Ham doing something sexual with his father, Noah, while Noah was passed out drunk in his tent.  Lot has sex with his daughters after they get him drunk for the purpose of becoming pregnant in Genesis 19:30-36.  
 	The sin of Onan (Genesis 38:8-10), which is often misinterpreted as masturbation, was coitus interruptus or withdrawal. He was also violating the duty of Yibbum.  Onan was struck down and killed by God because he “spilled his seed on the ground” while he had a duty to impregnate his brother’s wife (to whom he was brother-in-law)!  
	And then there’s this little gem:  Genesis 38:13-24 tells the story of Tamar trading sex with Judah for ownership of a goat!  The Bible was filled with inappropriate behavior so Dim found what most preachers did blabbing about their followers’ misdeeds disconcerting and hypocritical.  Not to mention some preachers were just as bad as their miscreant followers!
	And speaking of followers—
	Seth Strangle upped and moseyed out the side door and walked slowly with hands in pockets down the long side of the brownstone brick building.  He was following a girl—of course!  The girl, Amanda Darnitshot, was fourteen and in a pair of short white jean shorts.  Too short for church services Dim thought.  A yellow top also adorned her hot teen body; bouncy blond hair bounced on her shoulders, and she had a nice little jiggle-wiggle to her ass as she made her way to the bathroom.
	The Church by the River had the Main Sanctuary; then, a courtyard that was open with trees and sitting areas down the middle with grass and flowerbeds.  On either side of the open courtyard were a set of two-story buildings for private schooling and various Adult and Children Sunday Schooling, children’s choir, art classes, prep rooms for theatrical stints in the gym or Sanctuary, and a meeting hall along with the kitchen.
	Bathrooms were also at the ends of the two buildings and why Amanda Darnitshot didn’t utilize the bathrooms inside the Sanctuary wasn’t known.  If it had been just Dim and the Subject; Dim would have simply redirected her elsewhere—someplace private.  Then, fuck her brains out and leave her with a gorgeous smile on her face—and a little sticky.
	Seth Strangle sort of kind of did the same thing.
	Dim kept back, unseen, Seth—visible, hung back just enough not to be alarming to the Subject.  With the rash of recent strangulations of late there were new security measures—seen and unseen.  Roving security guards were one measure, security cameras were the other.  There, too, were EMAD detectors on all doors.  Parishioners also had the latest upgraded mind control detectors; along with whistles, pepper spray, and other deterrents—but that was for the physical and not mental attack.
	Amanda paused at the bathroom for girls; two security guards were coming up the open walk alongside the building.  Dim froze in position while Seth backed up and ducked into an alcove—then he “disappeared”, too.
	Dim had a decision—as the guards neared he could “send them away” but in doing so he might give himself away to the already suspicious Seth.  The guards neared, one of them—the tall skinny one, wore too much cologne.  The shorter pudgy one had donut leavings on his lips—and gas.
	As soon as they got to where Dim was slinking in the alcove—they paused with the tall lanky white turd lighting up a smoke.  They discussed their fat ass boss, a woman, and dissed her along with her support staff; their crappy pay, the crappy job, and church/religion in general.
	By the time the two turds moved on, Seth and Subject were no longer present.
	‘Shit!  Piss!  Fuck!  Motherfucker!’
	He did dart into the bathroom just to make sure checking the stalls and on exiting a cute little blond haired Erin Godlollipop ambled in and made way to a stall.  Cute kid, green knee length skirt she hiked up and pulled down her lavender tinted panties.  She commenced to peeing right off, farting, making faces, and singing a church kiddie song before Dim shut her up.
	It was a chanced opportunity—no need to pass it up.  He imagined Seth was screwing Amanda; the only unfortunate afterwards would be making her a statistic, #71 by Dim’s counting.
	After shutting Erin up from singing “Jesus Loves the Little Children”, Dim loved her, too.  Stepping into the stall, shutting the door, Dim unleashed his beast and pressed it hard against her sweet young face.  The eight year old sat still throughout the ordeal mindless and mindlessly accepting Dim’s delight.
	With her white panties with pink trim already at her knees, Dim slipped the undies off her legs, opened her legs and admired her lovely young cunt.  His hard cock having had a delightful time against her face enjoyed a purposeful moment against her cunny.  It was a little tight quarters in the stall so making the deed a done deal was a trifle difficult.  It was doable (and a done deal) but difficult.
	No penetration but close counts.  Dim rubbed HARD his hard cock all over Erin’s pink pussy poking into the slit and burying just the head inside her.  Using her hands he masturbated until ejaculating and then managed to get in to a little more.
	Then it was against her face for more delight followed by sitting on the toilet himself and hugging the girl, caressing her bare ass and kissing on her.  That was followed by placing the girl on his lap and grinding his cum squirter against her soiled cunny, taint, and asshole.
	By the time he found Amanda Darnitshot—Seth Strangle had done his thing, made her a stastic—Number 71, and moved on.  Dim sighed, the Church was gonna go ape shit again!

*

Knowing you
	Just after the second service around noon that day and the usual scurrying of peoples to assemble at someplace for lunch, home for a “nooner”, a gangbang here, an orgy there, and at a room on the bottom floor of Annex Building “A” there was a curious thing—outside on a sandwich board “PUPPETEERS MEET HERE!” with pictures of goofy looking puppet-like creatures.
	It was worth a look—‘specially when the host of the room was a fine looking woman with great potential.  She resembled a hell of a lot like a gal from a national television home improvement—home crafting—home cooking show.  A hell of a lot like.
	Her name was Paulette.  With was a bored fourteen year old daughter, Kaitlynn and a dorky twelve year old son who didn’t give a shit about being anywhere as long as he had his electronic toy he constantly played with.  And then there was Kari—she was nine and quite the little dish.  She was a mirror image of her mother!  Sister Kaitlynn was also but not as much as Kari.  
	Kari wore a smart lime green dress with lacey white trim and a purple belt.  Honey golden brown hair that went clear to her butt!  Such a sweet face!  Flat chested and no form but Dim thought her to be “doable.”  Her sister Kaitlynn had tits and form; she wore jeans—kinda tight, too.  She was doable, too.
	There were muffins, sodas, tea, cookies, and puppets—no takers.  A few looky-loos but no one came to check out the puppet room for Paulette’s Children’s Christian Puppet Corner to put on plays and such for the children’s church as well as the regular congregation.
	Kory blamed a fart on Kari—who promptly slugged him.  Bored Kaitlynn was the one who actually ripped the butt blast; she hung loose at the long conference table where all the goodies were laid out.  Kari had a monkey-like puppet that was grey, covered her arm, and had “googolly” eyes.
	The kids’ mother was bored, too; and disappointed her plan had gone bust.
	‘ever take it up the ass?’
	Paulette shook her head at the invasive question.
	“What?” she looked to her children; Kaitlynn was gnawing on a chocolate muffin; Kari and Kory were fighting.  Who had asked that horrid question?
	‘how about blow?’
	Paulette began to sweat, blink her eyes, and be unable to catch her breath.
	She had never given her husband a blowjob.
	There was a time; however, she sucked his best friend’s cock.
	OH!

	There was also sex involved—with the best friend.  She even had sex with him on her wedding day!  He was her then-to-be husband’s best man!  They boffed in the limo, they hid the salami in a private room AT THE CHURCH, and squirmed the worm during the reception!
	But that was the only time.
	No other inappropriateness followed.
	And some months later and there was Kaitlynn—resembling her Mother but not so much her father—but resembling the best man, yes!  OH!  OH!
	Anyways,
	‘do you see your sisters naked?’ inquiring mind wanted to know.
	There was a pause in the sibling fighting.
	Kory breathed hard—from fighting with his sister and the invasive question.
	The question was repeated and the answer was “Yes.”
	The pivotal question—‘do your sisters LET you see them naked?’
	There was a smirk and a smile—and a beginning boner rising.
	“Just Kari.” he said.
	There was no sexual relationship, not even contact—but seeing one another nude was ok.  Kaitlynn was not bashful or all that modest and scampering from her room to the bathroom and back again naked AND in the presence of her brother was tolerated.  But it was Kari who was more free and willing.
	‘would you like to FUCK your sisters?’
	Kory blinked his eyes excessively and the boner rising in his pants grew all the harder.  Licking his lips and fantasizing about his sisters the poignant answer was a hardy “YES!”  Especially Kari but he definitely wanted to sink his cock into Kaitlynn.
	‘would you like to fuck your Mother?’
	Kory couldn’t breathe.  He had never considered screwing his Mother.
	‘alright,’ Dim said, ‘take off your clothes.’
	While Kory timidly and unsuredly stripped to his skin his sisters did likewise.  The kids’ mother stood staring, watching, perplexed beyond confusion being semi aware but not understanding what she was seeing.
	‘take off YOUR clothes.’ Dim electronically minded to the stunned woman.
	Paulette cocked her head and as she continued to be puzzled at what her children were doing or if they were doing or whatever her hands undressed herself, too.
	‘ever take it up the ass?’
	Paulette was more stunned than ever—but the answer was:  Yes!
	Not recently, however.  She had been buggered only when a teenager and only then a couple of times by a very horny teenage boyfriend and not by her husband (currently divorced.)
That thing you do
	‘take it up the ass?’
	Good question—
	Kaitlynn Elyse Nosejob HAD taken it (dick) up the ass—but only out of curiosity.  One day at school she overheard some boys saying “I’d like to do her up the butt!” she wasn’t sure of who they were directing their attention to as there were other girls about but that wasn’t the point—it was the “up the butt” that got her.
	For days she was bugged by the term “up the butt.”  It was gross to think about being fucked up the butt—she knew what “fuck” was, how sex was performed; but only the norm of sex—the Missionary Position and was naïve on all other aspects of sex and sex acts (save for Blowjob and Handjob and Masturbation.)
	At length her blue demeanor got the attention of her best friend, Marie.
	“Soooo, what’s up?” Marie asked one day after school as they walked home.
	Kaitlynn couldn’t talk about it—it was too personal and too embarrassing.
	Marie, however, persisted.  “Come on, you got to talk to someone about it.”
	They were best friends, true; they had gone to summer camp together and spied on boys running amok naked in the woods, skinny dipping, and jerking off.  They themselves and snuggled under blankets and shared a sleeping bag fingering not only themselves but each other.  They scarcely, though, discussed sex (and sex acts.)
	But the subject of alternative sex was too personal—too embarrassing.
	Marie presumed that due to her friend’s lack of spilling the beans was something like a bad grade at school or something going on at home.  The new step-daddy at home had Kaitlynn very unhappy.
	As Marie persisted—Kaitlynn gave in,
	“I heard some boys talking.” She began and spilled the rest of what she had heard.  Marie wasn’t too sure as to what exactly was the problem.
	“I mean, I don’t get it—what’s the deal?” Kaitlynn said not making herself clear.  “We poop from there!” she declared.
	Marie snickered, “Well, guys are guys and they just want to stick us wherever there’s a hole!” true!
	At length and Kaitlynn wondered aloud, “I just wonder what it’s like.”
	Marie spilled, “It’s not so bad—it’s like taking a crap; but in reverse!”
	Marie had an older brother, he was sixteen and though not particularly “hunky” he was alright and Kaitlynn learned that he and Marie were fucking “occasionally” and Donny was also going “up her butt”!
	A few days later and Donny did Kaitlynn—up the butt!

	Kari had never been bugger up the butt.
	Nor had Kory.
	Kory was jerking off—a lot.
	Kari was just beginning to finger herself but it wasn’t a big deal.
	Kory had visions of grinding against both his sisters but had a limited idea of actually fucking them.  Doing a girl “up the butt” was elusive and he found it also a little gross—“girls poop from there!”
	Dim held the naked Paulette to his naked body caressing her bare backside with his hard cock right up against her; then he turned slightly having the young Kari come to them and place her little hands about his enraged cock.  The girl HAD put her fingers about her brother’s cock and “play” with it, cup his balls, AND spank him!  
	Dim enjoyed the handjob but was still thinking of the girl’s sister—she had willingly submitted herself to her best friend’s brother.  Just “up the ass.”  No oral, no vaginal—just “up the ass!”
	The door to the classroom had been closed (and locked.)  The sandwich board advertising the puppet class had been brought in; the day was getting on and Dim’s cock was at its hardest.  Paulette still battled between what was real and what was going on truly.  She saw her children—naked; her herself was naked; she was being caressed by a naked man (who was not a MAN but a middle aged teenager (at this point, remember, Dmitri Tsugua is nigh but seventeen years young!)) and her youngest child was masturbating said naked middle aged teenager!
	It was not to be believed.
	But believe it!
	After the handjob—blowjob!
	Dim still held Paulette to him in a half hug position while her daughter unknowingly suckled his cock.  Paulette’s “awareness” was mindboggling; she just couldn’t fathom what was happening.  Meanwhile, fourteen year old Kaitlynn was “bent over” with her twelve year old naked brother behind her “rim jobbing” her!
	Pre-cum coated the tip of Kory’s cock as his tongue lolled about his sister’s cornhole.  She had submitted and willingly in past days gave her asshole up for best friend’s brother to fuck her ass.  It was still a confusing thing as she herself did not really receive pleasure in the deal—but the boy sure did.
	“It’s a hole,” said Marie, “a boy wants to fuck any hole he can get his dick into.”  True!  “It’s a conquest or something.” she amended dryly.  Also true!
	After the licking—fucking!
	Dim’s cock grew stiffer as it pumped little Kari’s mouth; her standing Mother just couldn’t conceive rightly what was going on—she saw her young child sucking a cock but it wasn’t real.  It just couldn’t be!
	Thankfully, though, for Dmitri, it was.  Other than righteously fucking a girl’s quim—humping a girl’s mouth was tops.  Grinding his cock against a girl’s face was also prime.  Having the girl’s mother watch—well, that was pretty cool, too.
	Kory’s cock was most the way into his sister’s Kaitlynn’s ass—his cock was hard but not quite hard enough.  Kaitlynn had a tight shitter; she had taken Donny’s cornhole popper jus a couple of times and that had been just a couple of days ago.  Kory’s prick kept bending and not getting all the way.  There was determination but confusion in the young boy’s mind seriously screwed up his screwing.
	Dim was ready to cum—so he did so spewing a gracious quantity of his liquid love cream ALL over the sweet naked child’s face.
	‘lick her face clean!’ Dim electronically minded to Paulette.
	In a slow motion with a mind full of astounding confusion, Paulette knelt down and licked the sperm off of her daughter’s face—then she sucked on Dim’s cock as per further electronic command; his hairless balls, too.  Just feet from them and Kory was ALL THE WAY into his sister’s shit tube fucking to beat all.

	On the conference table amidst the various puppets and literature, plates of muffins and other assorted puppeteer paraphernalia the naked Paulette lay out with her legs spread wide receiving Dmitri Tsugua’s lovely cock.  The woman had a cock hungry cunt; lightly trimmed with a rose tattoo up the upper left side corner flat area.  Dim slammed the cunt while her son wiped his dirty dick clean using his sister’s underwear.  Little Kari lay on the table (with her legs spread) giving Dim a visual aid that pleased him greatly.
	So greatly that when he came—he CAME!  The orgasm was so intense that the propulsion of propelling spunk out his cock Paulette’s cunt propelled his cock out her cunt!  It was intense!  Dim jammed his jimmy back into the woman’s twat and fucked tenaciously for another minute and a half before utter exhaustion swamped him.
	For a moment or two there was nothing—not even the inkling of thinkling of sex.  Not even!  Then, as he lay heaving, sweating, cum still oozing from his cock,
	‘come here.’ He directed Kaitlynn.  While he had probed her mind earlier he had also learned that she and her best friend Marie were cunt munchers.  Just experimenting; tongue lashing one another—before, during, and after finger banging one another.
	Never, though, had either girl licked cunt after it had been fucked and/or coated with cum.  And neither girl, either, had licked a cum laden cunt that was their mother’s!  Kaitlynn’s awareness was similar to her Mother’s but her confusion somewhat obliterated that fact.
	Kaitlynn paused a few seconds as she approached her Mom’s cummy cunt.
	Dim’s steaming schlong ached and ached badly—but yet he managed to pull Kari onto him and rest her naked sex onto the steaming member, caress her ass, and slowly become revitalized.  Kaitlynn required one more mind blast before she began licking the motherly poon (in her mind it was not her Mother but her friend, Marie.)
	When Paulette’s cunt was clean, Kaitlynn stepped aside to allow her horndog brother to take up position and drill his Mom like he never thought he would do so.  Not even!  Screwing his English teacher, 27yr old Beverly Whatheburger was one thing; rubbing his weenie against his teenage cousins AND their mother was one thing.  But there was no thoughts for any inappropriate shenanigans with his Mom.
	Dim sought to change that.
	First, though—
	Kory creamed in his Mother’s cunt; after pulling out and spewing a little more there sister Kaitlynn took his saucey schlong and sucked it.  That helped Dim in grinding efforts against Kari.  He had pretty much cum all he was going to cum, though; but grinding was good and his love of the EMAD increased.
	A mean streak came upon Dim—though lo his cock ached, steamed, and throbbed discomfort it was still hard.  Hard enough.  Hard enough to fuck.  Hard enough to fuck virgin territory.  But first!  Spanking!  Dim loved to spank—especially little girl butt.  Kari was a little girl.  The nine year old had very seldom ever been spanked.  Dim sat up on the cluttered conference table and while Kory rammed his rod into Kaitlynn, Dim smacked Kari as she lay across his lap.
	When the little girl’s ass was tomato red (and his cock brick breaking hard he moved the girl to her backside on the table, spread her legs and began easing into her virgin pussy his meat fuck stick.  On the floor at his feet the brother and sister team fucked with Kory and Kaitlynn being more aware than they should but caught in the moment of supreme pleasure.
	Then,
	‘Nice job.’
	Dim froze as the Voice came into his mind.
	The Strangler!