August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 12
And the Saga Continues
Something Completely Different

The simple truth is…
Partners help each other undress before sex.
However; after sex, they always dress on their own.
Moral of the story:  In life, no one helps you once you’re screwed.
The Second Truth
When a lady is pregnant, all her friends touch the stomach and saying “congrats”.
But, none of them come and touch the man’s penis and say “Good job”.
Moral of the story:  “Hard work is never appreciated”

No Underwear—Makes Sense to Me
A man came to visit his grandparents, and he noticed his grandfather sitting on the porch in the rocking chair wearing only a shirt with nothing on from the waist down.
“Grandpa!” exclaimed the man, “What are you doing?  Your cock is out in the wind for everyone to see!”
The old man slowly looked at him and said,
“Well, last week I sat out here with no shirt on and I got a stiff neck.  This is your grandma’s idea.”

*

A composite trip
	She knew he was there—she could sense him.  How long he had been there, that she didn’t know.  It didn’t matter.
	“I know you’re there.” She kinda said in a complaining voice (as she sat on the toilet.)  There was a long steady stream of pee followed by a succession of toots giving way to a pending turd.  So in no way was she giving in to her dweeb brother who stood on the other side of the bathroom door.
	“Come on,” he said impatiently, “I gotta go!”
	“Use Mom’s bathroom!” returned Rose Lynn a little irritated.  Truth be known—he was probably doing something naughty on the other side of the heavy brown wooden door.  Rose Lynn tooted some more and the relief was fantastic.
	Then,
	‘open the door.’
	Rose Lynn sat on the toilet that was not next to the bathtub but the door instead.  Convenient!  She made a strange face, farted some more, squirted some pee, then stretched out an arm to the door flipping the little latch that locked it.
	Almost thirteen year old Ryder poked his head in and upon seeing his almost twelve year old sister still sitting on the toilet, panties at her knees—
	‘This is new.’
	‘come on in.’
	Ryder looked as curious as his sister but stepped inside just the same.
	‘shut the door; lock it.’
	Ryder shut the heavy bathroom door; locked it, too.
	Rose Lynn sat on the toilet; very curious facial expression, but not complaining or gripping (about her brother’s presence.)
	‘take off your shirt.’ Which was complicated ‘cause Rose Lynn wore a denim dress outfit with an elbow length multi colored cotton undershirt.  The dress went to mid thigh; up to those preteen thighs were a pair of multi colored leggins’.  Basic white panties were rolled to her knees.  The girl was pretty; heavy bangs, dainty earrings, clean skin/complexion, a nice sharp little nose, sandy brown hair full of life as much as the girl herself was.
	Rose Lynn kept her curious face all the while removing her dress and then the undershirt.  There was a “trainer” that was removed, too.  Very small, very nice supple beginner’s titties she had, good posture, too.  And after she had rolled her panties on down to her bare feet and parted her legs—brother Ryder undone his pants, pushed them down (along with his undies) and stood up with a partially erect erection.  Partially ‘cause the boy DID have to pee.
	‘pee on her.’ a Voice said into the young boy’s mind.
	Ryder blinked his eyes, cocked his head—‘what?’
	The bathroom had a bathtub insert, a one-piece unit w/shower; color lime green.  There was a sink inset into a cherry wood cabinet, a mirror with a medicine cabinet behind it.  It was a bathroom shared by Rose Lynn, Ryder, and three year old Cindy.   
	‘pee on her.’ the Voice repeated.
	Seconds later and a steady stream of “pee” began to splash onto Rose Lynn’s chest rivering down her chest, belly, and pussy.  The girl was a little aware but still “curious”.  Rose Lynn, though, remained calm.  Brother Ryder seemed to be the one who was overly curious and “aware.”
	That curiosity and “awareness” was nipped when sister Rose Lynn leaned forward and put her lips to his cock.  Ryder blinked his eyes excessively, mouth agape, breathing hard and having his warped mind mucked up and stunned.
	It was a dream cum true.
	For the longest time had Ryder wanted his sister to “suck” him.
	Occasionally he had gotten glimpses of her naked; most times in her underwear.  As he approached teenhod his desires increased.  He was a daily and avid masturbator—and a virgin.  The concept of sex was not too elusive but he didn’t really have a full clear idea about sex or sex acts—but he sure as hell wanted to!
	‘all the way down.’ the Voice cooed.
	Rose Lynn engulfed the whole of her brother’s prong; on further instruction she cupped his barely hairy balls, rubbed his ass, and sucked like she knew how.  And she sort of did although she had not actually participated—word of mouth, a good imagination, school drawings on the bathroom walls, and friends who WERE sucking cock (so they claimed.)
	Rose Lynn sucked and sucked; Ryder blasted a hot load.
	Rose Lynn gagged, choked, and retched; Ryder had never cum so good.
	‘you like sucking your brother’s dick.’ the Voice said, ‘you like the taste of your brother’s cock.’ and, more importantly ‘you want to suck his dick everyday.’
	The invading notions of sucking her brother’s cock had to be repeated to fully instill upon the young sister that sucking her brother’s dick was a good thing.  Also his balls, showing her nakedness off to him, not alarmed at seeing her brother naked, letting him spank her, allowing him to PEE on her chest and/or pussy, to take a shower with him, and so much more!
	After the cum blast that thoroughly coated her still intact tonsils,
	‘turn around.’
	Not Rose Lynn who sat on the toilet but her brother who stood before her.
	With shorts and undershorts at his ankles, turned about, bent over slightly, and spread his cheeks.  The Voice knew that upon his next instruction fulfilled then the kids’ minds were effectively affected—or infected.
	‘lick his hole.’
	It was disgusting; deplorable, incomprehensible, vile, revolting—but there was little in hesitation and Rose Lynn leaned forward and began flicking her tongue to her brother’s turd chute.  The Voice sighed, smiled, then had Rose Lynn leave the toilet for the sink counter.  Leaning back with her ass at the edge of the marble counter, the girl spread her legs and remained mindless while her now naked brother got on his knees, eyed his sister’s cunt, then licked it—also flicking his tongue to HER asshole, too!
	Then they showered—after fucking.

	‘fuck her.’ came the Voice’s command.  Ryder knew the basic concept; the hang up was the “fuck” command was to his sister.  His cock was willing (very); and though yea he did want to perverse his brother/sister relationship there was a moderate amount of decorum preventing him from immediately enacting action.
	‘look at her pussy,’ cooed the Voice, ‘put your dick in it.’
	Ryder brought his gaze from his sister’s adorable (but serious face) to her pussy.  That helped.  All the while he had been noshing on her poon he had gotten hard-hard-hard and deeply wanting nothing more than to stuff the pussy with his cock.  And he neverminded the fact that he had been licking his own pee.
	Ryder stood leaning in a little to the fully nude girl, avoiding her face, and stared-stared-stared at her ready-to-fuck cunt.  What was a guy to do (under the circumstances?)  His cock was ready, the pussy was ready.  Ryder began gliding his meat stick up and down the girl’s trench with each succession of Up and Down pressing a little into the crevice until entering the recession.
	It was tight going—virginal.  There was resistance but FUCK resistance.  Ryder gave a mighty thrust; Rose Lynn gave a yelp.  The fuck was on and Ryder humped—all the while being caressed and spanked.  The boy was a bed humper as well as a hand humper.  Virtually every girl in his class, homeroom, he wanted to fuck—including his homeroom teacher! 
	Full concentration from Ryder there was while he prodded his sister.
	‘you want to fuck your sister.’ The time and frequency was left “open.”
	‘you want to lick your sister’s pussy—every day.’ asshole, too.
	Everyday, or so, the two sibs would fuck, suck, lick, finger, mutual masturbate one another, bump, hump, grind, and Ryder to stuff himself up into his sister’s pooper.
	There was a good coating of cherry juice on Ryder’s schlong; with his mind overwhelmed he was not grossed out.  Sister Rose Lynn was a little discomforted; her pussy was sore.  A nice hot shower (and repetitive fucking can fix that!)
	But first!
	The Voice got his, too.

*

The return of The Strangler!
(and Dmitri)
	In the shower and horny Ryder flopped about stuffing his sister’s asshole.  a little pre-fingering of the hole with soap and then soaping up his dick made the process of breeching the very virgin hole all the better.  It was still tough going and not all successful but in the end—he was IN her end.
	Rose Lynn was “aware” of being breeched and she didn’t overly care for it.
	Dmitri had to instill upon the girl that she “liked” being buggered.  It still was a tough acceptance.  After the shower and Dim situated himself behind the girl (while Ryder situated himself before her) and entered the girl thusly fore and aft.  It was a tight fit made better by some greasy lubrication.
	Dim sat back to watch Ryder take his turn, lubing his cock up with suitable cock grease aka petroleum jelly then slid into his sister’s backdoor and ride for all he was worth.  Ass fucking was great!  Well, it was for the fuck-er and not so much the fuck-ee.
	
*
Brotherly love
	Opening Scene:  Mark Heelee just parked his Harley and ambled into the moderate income family home of the Pronners.  His dweeb brother, three years younger than him, was in the kitchen—washing dishes.  Mark was a pig; washing dishes was a WOMAN’s job.  Mark scoffed at his brother but the boy shined it on, dried his hands and once more explained that since the Pronner’s were kind enough to let them live them virtually free of charge—it was only right for them (him) to help out.
	Mark continued to scoff; then produced; then produced some weed.
	“Look what I scored.” he said beamingly.  A dime bag of marijuana.
	Brother David was surprised, shocked, elated, then alarmed.
	“If the Pronner’s find out—”
	“They aint gonna find out, dweeb, we’re gonna use it up before they get back!”
	But first—
	“I been thinkin’ ‘bout something.”
	“What?”
	“You suckin’ me.”
	Mark, nineteen, high school dropout, Harley bike rider, was semi handsome with his Bad Guy persona as depicted in the Hollywood movies about motorcycle bike riders of the ‘50s; slick black hair, Devil-May-Give-Less-A-Shit attitude, had an even darker side than anyone knew.  He had married (eloped) with the Pronner oldest daughter, Becky.  Didn’t go over well with the Pronner parents, especially Mr. Pronner.  After some time, though, all was forgiven—kinda-sorta.  Newly married Mark and Becky moved into the house and David was already there!
	David was from a broken family; the daddy had walked out and disappeared; the mommy was a basket case and when David was sixteen she just totally flipped the fuck out.  At the time he was friends with the Pronner family, mostly Darlene the middle child.  Options for David were limited to nil so he was “adopted” into the Pronner household having a bedroom in the basement.
	David was—odd; shy, not adventurous, not athletic.  He was pretty bright, though, scoring well on school exams.  He wrote poetry and incredible short stories and had a good hand for drawings.
	He also smoked dope and sucked dick.
	Mark made up a joint while David continued to protest.
	Smoking a joint, however, lightened the younger Heelee up and down came his pants—and his knees.  Mark flopped out his cock and David took it.  It wasn’t, of course, his first time.  As kids, and teens, the two were sexually into one another—mostly it was Mark initiating sexual romping with David being a willing participant.  Both had shared a bedroom growing up and often times shared a bed.  Playing with each other’s noodle was just something they enjoyed.
	After David had sucked his brother’s cock to full strength hardness he positioned himself against the breakfast table.  Mark rubbed his hands over his brother’s ass, spanked it, seriously spanked it, then began flopping his cock against the younger boy’s ass.
	A little more spanking, a lot more ass play, then—
	It had been a few months at least since last Mark had driven his hammer up his younger brother’s hole.  Neither thought themselves “gay”.  Mark despised gays, wasn’t found of Blacks, Asians, Jews, or anyone different than himself.  He also had a disparaging look on women—women were for cooking, cleaning, and fucking.  ‘nuff said.
	David was not like his brother in any way; everyone was the same and should be treated as such.  He enjoyed life and wanted others to enjoy it with him.  An easy going kind of guy whose dark side was not essentially dark as it was more gray and dismally bleak.
	After the tumultuous butt fucking the two smoked more pot, drank beer, then; after cleaning his prong, Mark was sucked off again.  Seldom did David get the chance to bugger his brother; but after three joints and as many beers and a shot of whiskey after each beer, Mark spread his cheeks and David followed thru.

	“So what’s up between you and Darlene?”
	David shrugged, he didn’t know.  “I think she’s a lezzie.” he declared sarcastically.  “We’ve only done it a couple of times and she didn’t seem to be all that into it.”
	The brothers had smoked pot, drank beer and shots of whiskey, and had sex.  Mark wasn’t into sucking, he let his little brother do that performance.  He fucked his brothers, jerked off onto his balls and got off into his mouth—but not oral or rim job.  David, however, sucked, took it up the ass, jacked off onto his brother’s balls AND sucked ‘em clean afterwards.  He also did rim job AND fucked his brother’s hole.
	But pussy was still their desire and object of pursuit.
	“You want to fuck Becky?” Mark asked offhandedly.
	David was shocked; his brother was kind of a jerk and possessive.  He was also a bit jealous as he counted himself lucky that he scored with such a babe as Becky Pronner.  So yeah, David wanted to fuck Becky.  Becky, Darlene, Molly the next door neighbor, Nellie the girl down the street who just had her thirteenth birthday and was a dynamite knockout—and then any and every girl who was breathing and out of training pants.
	“But I don’t think she will let me—will she?” quizzed the younger Heelee.
	Mark scoffed, “She wont know!”
	Later that night, after another No-Fuck with Darlene, David slipped into the converted attic bedroom where Becky Ponner lay out on her marital bed already naked.  Mark was all giggles and naked, too.
	“Sure she wont know?” David inquired meekly.
	“No way, dude,” snickered Mark, “she’s zonked out on sleeping pills!”
	Very good sleeping pills; to prove his wife was “zonked out”, Mark lifted Becky’s legs and spanked her ass.  Not a thing from Becky.  Mark went on to remove his wife’s panties, spread her legs, and lightly spank her pussy.
	David was convinced.  He shed his clothes and mounted Becky’s “sleeping” body.  Then went on to enter her and get busy with the fucking.  David seriously was in need and fucked the girl until he got his nut.  His hands had traveled all over her delicious young body; cupped her titties and ass, and generally loved on her until he was exhausted.
	While he lay off to one side resting—Mark continued to show David how deeply in sleep was Becky—more spanking and Up the Ass.  Becky wasn’t so much into “Up the Ass” but whilst she slept deeply in slumber land he could do virtually anything he wanted to do (to her.)
	The two horndog brothers double teamed the girl, spanked her, David banged off into her cunt again, spanked her himself, titty fucked her and blasted a hot load of spunk onto her face, then got his ass fucked by his brother before making way to the bathroom downstairs.
	When he came out—there was DJ Pronner.  He was the younger brother of Becky and Darlene, the only brother.  He was twelve and was always up to something—or hiding something.  Currently, he leaned against the crappy green wall of the hall—smiling.
	“What?” David asked not knowing.
	“I know what you did.” The sheepish looking boy said.  He didn’t appear “sheepish”; he had a round head, a Moe Stooge bowl shaped hair cut; kind of small for his age; and according to his sisters—not quite right in the head.

	“What do you know?” David said—all the while standing naked.  The Pronner adults were not at home so liberties were in excess.
	“I know what you were doing upstairs.” The boy said with a beaming smile.
	David grew alarmed—he was a guest in the Pronner house and really had no where else to go.  But then, if Mr. Pronner found out what he had done to Becky, he would have a place to go—the cemetery!
	Threat of having his face rearranged by Mark didn’t work with DJ; he’d tell on them for sure.  David thought the boy wanted money.  He did, but neither Mark or David had money—they were mooching off the Pronners!  So the other option was—
	“You want to fuck Becky!?” exclaimed a startled David.
	Yep.
	And Mark’s reaction was not what David expected—“Ok.”
	DJ was twelve, half way along to his thirteenth year.  He was four years younger than Darlene, seven years younger than Becky.  Since he was about eight years young or so he had been “spying” on his sisters—while they changed clothes, showered, or even copped a squat on the pot.  The boy was a little weird and had few friends; he was into dark things—creepy gothic things and seemed to get off on medieval torture history.
	“You want to do Becky?” exclaimed almost hysterically David.  “Dude!  That’s sick!  She’s your sister!”
	Big deal.
	The boys returned to Becky who was still—still—deeply sleeping.
	DJ was too eager.
	Mark was all giddy and though disgusted, David was calmer and found himself masturbating while watching the frail-like lily white pre-teen brother fuck his almost twenty year old sister.  The boy had natural technique but his cock slipped out a few times.  He didn’t care, he laid his cock against Becky’s cum soaked cunt and fucked-fucked-fucked.
	Mark slapped the boy’s ass as he fucked-fucked-fucked.  DJ didn’t care.
	When the doings with Becky were done, and David fucked her again, Mark took DJ and boned him.  Then, on his knees sucking on Becky’s cum laden cunt, DJ fucked David.  It was quite a night.
	Next up was the boys drugging Darlene.

*

Touch me; I dare you!
(OH!  Yeah, do it again!)
“Hello; Bendhere, Bendthere, Bendover; please hold.
  Bendhere, Bendthere, Bendover, please continue to hold.
  Bendhere, Bendthere, Bendover, are you still holding?
  Bendhere, Bendthere, Bendover, what are you holding now?”

Part II  Brotherly Love 101 (with extras)
	Boning Becky?  Great.
	Boning Darlene?  Fantastic!
	Boning Cathy?  Wow!
	Cathy?
	Donald Jack (DJ) thoroughly one hundred ten percent plus loved sliding his bone into his sisters.  It was more than a dream cum true—much more.  He had their panties, he had glimpses of them naked; he knew they fingered themselves.  He heard them fart; saw them laid out on their beds naked.  But more was required, more was desired.
	And it mattered not the HOW; like brother in-law drugging Becky and Darlene.  DJ didn’t care; he simply didn’t give a rat’s ass.  He was twelve and had yet to get laid.  He was horny and had two—count ‘em TWO sisters at home!  Other boys were screwing their sisters—so they said.  Claims were made by other boys that they were getting laid steadily on a regular basis.  DJ just simply wanted to know what it was like—as opposed to bumping his bed and pounding his meat stick in his hand.
	Becky had blond hair—the only one in the immediate family who did.  The only other family member was great aunt Gretchen.  Darlene had thick-thick dark brown hair; DJ had raven black hair like his Mom and Dad.  And though Becky was older—she wasn’t that cute.  Bigger titties—bigger butt, too.  She had some charm to her; a nice face.  DJ had heard she was spreading her legs when she was still in junior high!  Darlene was cuter—in DJs opinion.  She had small titties, a nicer butt, somewhat demure and when younger she wasn’t afraid to rip one while in DJs presence.  Together, DJ and Darlene got along better, they played and went on adventures and got in trouble together.  As Darlene grew into a teenager she became more reserved, less farting, less outgoing, more not-giving-a-shit and hated high school (and growing up.)
	DJ was a dweeb; almost frail-like, goofy hair style, preferred his sisters’ dolls with their heads off, enjoyed dissecting bugs and frogs, and desperately wanted to FUCK his sisters.
	Done.
	And again, it mattered not that they were drugged.
	It also didn’t matter so much that he got buggered in the process.
	Being ass mastered by Mark was one thing, being hammered by David was ok, too—he preferred Mark over David.  DJ didn’t elude himself to being “gay” and attributed what they did together as part of the sex scene with the girls.  Slurping David’s schlong was something weird but he enjoyed moreso than slurping Mark’s cock.
	And David sucked DJ in turn but Mark would not.
	Anyways,
	Cathy.
	Cathy was a girl DJ had seen in her two piece bathing suit the previous year and had spent many a night in bed thinking of her.  She was lily white, chubby baby fat, nice little bod, and had just recently turned a ripe ten years old.  DJ was smitten by her; bouncy honey blond hair, inquisitive, and most of all—recognized and acknowledged DJs presence on the earth.
	DJ wanted to see her naked.
	DJ wanted to see her pee.
	DJ wanted to fuck her.
	Cathy also had an eight year old sister—DJ wanted to do her, too!

Is that a sash cord in your pocket or are here just to strangle me with your love?
	According to his personal criteria, the bad boys made his “List”.  The girls were unfortunate consequences and the debate was on concerning their fate.  The boys, however; their fate was sealed.  But not right off; after he himself delved his cock into Becky then into Darlene he found DJ and David in the basement bedroom butt humping one another; Mark had “gone out” to a bar meanwhile.  Like with his brother, David was a wimp and despite being older than DJ allowed DJ to “control” him.
	DJ preferred being sucked and was not so much into sodomy—receiving or giving.  He also didn’t relish giving head but enjoyed jerking off onto David’s balls.  This gave The Strangler cause for pause—especially after learning of DJ’s illicit desires for the neighbor girl, Cathy.
	Reaffirming; ‘So you would like to see her naked?’
	DJ confirmed heartily, “Yes!” while looking/staring/watching Subject Cathy Girlsfart, ten years young, in the neighboring yard.  The girl was playing, romping with her new puppy (while clad in a Summer Sunday School dress.)  
	‘Would you like to—FUCK her?’ despite her young age.
	Another hearty confirmed “Yes!” despite her young age.
	In the house of Girlsfart was a teenage babysitter—DJ wanted to sink his bone into HER, too.  (so did Seth!)

	It was mid day; Cathy’s parental units worked and did so until early evening type time giving DJ (and The Strangler! plenty of time.)  All those involved were easily swayed by Seth’s mind altering gadget—save for the new puppy.  DJ, though, was already friendly with the puppy—and Cathy his owner.  Invisible Seth The Strangler! followed behind the boy as he entered via the backyard alley fence.  Cathy was only too happy to show her new puppy.  And to a puppy, new people were just someone new to bark and wag his tail at.
	Cathy wore a nice Sunday School dress; nice curly blond hair, baby fat cheeks, naïve, dazzling blue eyes; adorable.  DJ was enamored with the girl; she was so damn cute!  Seth had to admit; she was cute and he wanted to see her naked, too.
	So he did.
	‘Go to the garden shed.’ Seth minded her.
	The young girl firstly shook her head and looked as if though she were going to throw up.  Then, after another head sling to ward off being sick she backed up, hands folded before her, and calmly walked to the garden shed.
	‘Follow her, dumbass.’ Seth had to mind to the startled/stunned DJ.
	Donald Jack followed the girl to the garden shed which was an old well weathered wooden building; backdoor, front door, a few windows, skylight, filled with old tools, new tools, potting soil, plants, planters; garden stuff.  There was sufficient light thru the windows so no harsh electrical lighting was needed.  Besides, this was preliminary peek.
	Once inside;
	‘Raise your dress.’
	Cathy blinked her pretty eyes, made a little bit of a face, but then followed thru and “raised” her gingham dark red and black dress.  She wore stockings, a white silk-like blouse, and purple panties.  DJ had instant wood.
	So did Seth.
	‘Panties down.’
	DJ was beside himself as he watch dumbfoundedly the young girl work her kiddie style basic girl panties down (to her knees).  The boy let out a little moan and Seth The Strangler! licked his lips.
	Not wanting to get the girl’s pretty dress dirty (by having her lay out on the rough hewn cement floor) the trio ambled into the house.  The voice of the teenager, Molly Kissjack, could be well heard from the kitchen.
	Cathy was directed to go to her bedroom.
	Molly was too involved in her conversation with her girlfriend to note that there were “extras” in the house.  Of course, Seth Strangle was invisible and therefore unseen.  Trouble with Seth and his invisibility—he had to struggle to BE visible; from the beginning he had struggled to be INvisible.  No longer.
	Anyways,
	In Cathy’s bedroom the girl shed her pretty dress, stockings, and panties.
	DJ shed his clothes—and Seth was already naked.
	Usually Seth let someone like DJ get first dibs and/or have their way.
	Not this time.
	This time, Seth himself got on his knees before the very pretty girl, hugged her, patted her butt, kissed her, looked longingly with lust and love into her amazing eyes.  The girl was incredible; her ass was soft; her baby fat cheeks adorable!  She knew nothing of sex—although she had seen dogs “hooking” up but was embarrassed to watch them with their antics.
	Seth continued to hug the girl, smooth his hands up and down her naked body; at ten, she was just beginning to sprout mounds.  Her pussy was dainty and delicate—and of course virginal.  Laying her out on her bed, Seth spread her legs and beckoned the ever horny naked DJ over.  DJ had marveled at his sisters’ nakedness; he had gone ballistic at being able to see their naked poons so up close and personal.  Now there was Cathy’s pussy to stare and admire.
	‘Lick her pussy.’ Seth schooled DJ.
	There was no hesitation; the kind of sometimes timid adolescent applied his tongue and got busy with the licking.  Seth, on his knees right beside the boy rubbed his ass, fondled with the boy’s balls between his legs, and listened to the chattering teenager down the hall.
	DJ’s dick began dripping cum.  Seth’s cock was ready to shoot, too.
	After much licking—fingering!  Both boys got onto the bed and began fingering Cathy’s cunt.  Both boys had their super hard schlongs pressed against the young girl and soon it was DJ who found himself delightfully on top of the girl sliding his cunt hungry cock into her.
	Seth smacked and squeezed DJs cheeks as he fucked.
	There was virgin cherry juice coating the boy’s cock and balls; the girl had given a little yelp as she had been deflowered.  DJ had never fucked a virgin before—but he was adamant about doing so on a regular basis.  Seth smacked the boy’s ass and was getting to the point whereas he was ready to bring the girl to a new level of sexual ah when—
	“WHAT THE FUCK!?”
	The babysitter had stopped chattering.
	So stunned was she at seeing next door neighbor DJ Pronner humping Cathy that invisible Seth was able to wallop her and stun her even more.  The girl stumbled backwards and while DJ continued fucking (a second cumming), Seth went after Molly.

	Molly was still in a high state of panic giving Seth a little trouble in overtaking her mind.  He managed but there was a black cloud with bursts of bright light similar to lightning flashes.  What it meant he had no idea but it didn’t last long and there was the matter of DJ’s fucking and Molly’s freaking to contend with.
	Molly had settled; DJ had cum (again).
	Seth stood Molly up and frapped her mind deeply hoping to eradicate the image she had just seen.  Then, to ensure himself that she was mindless he fondled her titties.  The girl remained “frapped”, emotionless, mindless.  A quick fingering of her pussy and with no adverse reaction from the girl the assurance was insured.
	Molly Kissjack.  She was thirteen and had amazing beauty; soft eyes of brown, soft brown hair; soft swept hair over half her face but not blocking her eyes.  Very good complexion, tight-tight jeans; spoke well; did well in school; and was not a virgin.
	Not a virgin.
	She didn’t take it up the ass but enjoyed a good dick—so long as that dick was wrapped in rubber or under ten years young.  Seth was intrigued—and horny.  He had the girl strip before him; DJ was “resting.”  When Molly was naked, Seth had DJ go take a quick shower while he himself grabbed a washrag and wiped down dainty Cathy’s pussy.
	Then—then he debated.
	Cathy—Molly.
	Molly—Cathy.
	Molly was the better choice—not that she was prettier than Cathy (Seth held both girls in high esteem in the Pretty department) but that Molly was older and more receptive to Seth’s fuck stick.  But desire was there and DJ had fucked the young girl—twice!  That helped in breaking the girl in.  Still, though, Seth had a more significant cock—he was almost twenty years old!  In that line of thought there was the disturbing notion that he had “feelings”.  Normally—Seth The Strangler! Strangler barred feelings for those he sexually enjoyed.  It messed up the psyche and gummed up the works.
	Cathy was sooooo pretty.
	Seth spread her legs and engulfed her delicate poon devouring it wholly.
	DJ returned from the shower and stood at the door, naked, damp, and cock as hard as wood.  Seth paid him no mind and for several minutes enjoyed Cathy’s snatch.  After those “several minutes” he moved up gliding his cock against the child’s cunt and humped the gash.  His fingers went thru her hair, caressed her cheeks, and thought of cumming onto her face having Molly lick it clean!
	That thought (and others) prompted him to enter the girl’s poon and fuck.

*

That thing you do?  Do it again!
From the headlines:  Worker suffers leg pain after crane drops 800 lbs. ball on his head!  (you think?)
Bridge help people cross rivers.  (who woulda thunk it!  A bridge—over a river!)
City unsure why sewer smells.  (could be overplugged with politicians.)
Study shows frequency of sex increases chances for pregnancy.  (Uh…what?)
Meeting on open meetings is closed.  (let me get back to you on that)
Man accused of killing lawyer receives a new attorney.  (Must be on the Hannibal Lecter plan)
Little Leaguer Eric Nolastnamegiven has excellent ball control; just not in baseball.
County pays $250,000 to advertise they are out of money.  (let me write that one down)
Federal Agents raid gun shop; find weapons!  (no kidding; and here I was putting mine at the Tasty Freeze!)
Statistics show that teen pregnancy drops of significantly after age 25.  (not even gonna acknowledge that one.)
Statistics show that homicide victims rarely talk to police investigators.
Man with 8 DUIs cites he may have a drinking problem.  (OMG!)
Parents keep kids home to protest school closure.
Police arrest everyone on Feb. 22
(my favorite)  The bra celebrates a pair of milestones this year; after a hundred years of innovation the device still holds up.
Miracle cure kills fifth patient.  (that really sucks)
Lunar eclipse will be broadcast live on public radio.  (that will help the blind people for sure—but leaves out the deaf!)

	Molly K loved babysitting; especially little boys!  The youngest boy to dwell between her legs—7yrs.  The oldest—ten years.  Not often, not in the ass, not while anyone important was home.  She kind of sort of wanted older cock; teen cock.  There were some boys she knew that she wanted to know better—to see them buck naked!  She feared, though, getting pregnant.  Condom or no, the risk was too great.  She also thought that if the boy she sought was handsome and popular than he was likely to have already fucked some other girl.  That rubbed her wrong and also gave way that HE may have something she would have to go to a doctor for and therefore her parents would know she was a slut.

	DJ found pleasure in screwing the horny teen—Seth The Strangler! Strangle found equal pleasure.  She was a true beauty; unique with those heavenly brown eyes, soft complexion, hair style, and all over appeal.  And being naked counted extra points!
	Afterwards and Seth, while resting, realized that he wasn’t quite himself.
	What the change was or what it was that “wasn’t quite himself” he couldn’t narrow down.  It bugged him, bothered him, confused him.  The ability to become invisible and the inability to be “visible” confounded him.  Something had changed; he had become more powerful, too.  No longer did he need the physical electronic device for minding purposes—those nifty abilities had somehow become a part of him.
	After Molly, Cathy, and the ever lovable DJ; Julie.
	DJ had a wide assortment of “likes”; bugs, the universe as a whole, sadistic tendencies, boning his sisters, being twelve and sexually ruling over seventeen year old David, Cathy Girlsfart, and Julie Justasmuch.
	Julie was a ten year old, too; more slender with no baby fat; a nice little butt, beginning titties, a bright curious amazing face, blue eyes, and a general appeal that most all girls of ten years old have.  DJ (and Seth) wanted to see her naked-naked-naked.  And in that, Seth realized that he was more like friend Dmitri than he used to be.  It was a feeling that unnerved him; usually his motives were watching the antics of others—peoples who shouldn’t be doing what he was observing them doing; then, participating before strangling.
	Now he was more involved in shenanigans with his normal MO sliding down the desire.  Already he had passed on using his sash cord on Donald Jack, Mark and David, or Becky and Darlene.
	DJ had potential; he liked to spy.  Spying resulted in information—such as:

Spank me, tie me, make me write bad checks!
	Opening scene:  early morning, just before time for school.  DJ was out and about on his way to the Bearitwell family to meet up with Peter Bearitwell to score some righteous dope.  He scored more than dope when he chanced on Mr. B and twelve year old Jan in a conversation in the kitchen.  What exactly was going on young DJ wasn’t privy to but it was something about Jan not wearing her glasses and smashing her bike into a picture/portrait in the garage.
	Jan had two sisters, two brothers.  The older sister, Marcia, was “ok”, but DJ deemed that Jan was the pretty girl—and more accessible.  Sitting at the kitchen breakfast table, Jan wore a nice blue and white dress, mid thigh length, and at twelve years young she had a nice set of beginner’s titties.  A nice face the girl had, long curly blond hair, incredibly bright blue eyes, and a better “friendlier” attitude than Marcia.
	At length and Jan stood up—with help from her distinguished daddy who was a professional at some job downtown.  He was in a Suit, well groomed, and had hosted the best neighborhood barbeque ever!  DJ saw the man slip his hand up under Jan’s dress.  DJs heart stopped, his breathing ceased to be, his eyes focused to the near point of pain as he watched intently as Mr. Mike slid down Jan’s panties.
	The panties were powder blue and came down to Jan’s knees.  The girl didn’t seem to be upset as she was nervous.  The girl then laid down across her daddy’s lap, the dress was pulled up to fully expose her ass—and giving DJ a reason to live as he saw the girl’s ass bared to him.
	It was wondrous, Centurion!  Wondrous!
	One smack, two smack, three!  The smacks to the girl’s bare ass weren’t hard but did give her lily white ass a little color.  That was followed with the two going to a family room where ON HER KNEES twelve year old Jan SUCKED her daddy’s cock!
	DJ couldn’t breathe.
	Tag-along Seth was same; he was curious and in wonderment.
	The girl sucked and sucked and whether or not a mind altering device was in use was not clear.  Daddy Mike pulled out and humped his girl’s face, masturbated until he blasted a hot load of man spunk onto her face then had her quickly remove her dress and sit on the 1970s style sofa.  There, with the naked girl sitting right on the edge of the sofa cushion the man (who had the previous year was Father of the Year) “went down” on the girl.
	No fucking but the man masturbated with his cock against the young girl’s pussy humping until he came.  Then they hugged; Daddy Mike grabbed the girl’s ass, squeezed it, then watched her dress and go to the bathroom to clean up.  DJ met up with Peter at the bus stop.  A transaction was made and they went on to school.  Seth, however, remained at the Bearitwell family home where on his return from the bus stop he found Mr. Mike screwing his wife.  Fuck work!
	The two took a shower together and made love therein.
	Afterwards,
	While Mike’s wife, Carol, “freshened up” in the bedroom, Mike went to check on the youngest Bearitwell family member, little Cindy, who was sick in bed.  She had a cold, the sniffles and a general feeling of unwell.  Doped up on medicine she was none the wiser for her Daddy’s inappropriate doings.  And his doings was slowly pulling down Cindy’s yellow panties.  The girl wore a simple kiddie nightgown barely thigh length.
	Mike smoothed his hand up and down his child’s legs with specific attention to her pussy.  Cindy never stirred—but DJ (and friend) did!  Mike continued with intent fingering followed by (and he was still naked by the by) humping.
	Laying his manhood against the seven year old’s pussy the man blatantly and shamefully humped until spewing his spew.  An ungodly amount of man spunk squirted from the man’s daddy dong soiling ALL of the little girl’s cunt.  Mike lay beside her diddling his fingers in his own spunk.  Gouging the spunk into her slit the man humped her thigh and was about to lay his prick against her again when the phone was heard.
	Mike sighed.
	Work was calling.
	Using her own panties, Mike wiped his spew off of his daughter’s poon (and deposited the soiled garment in the bathroom hamper) before going to his parental bedroom, dressing, and finally leaving for work.  Carol had dressed by then and had come to check on Cindy when—
	‘Take off your clothes.’
	Oh, no—here we cum again!

*

	Seth was pretty certain that had he gone to school with DJ he would have just hung around the girls’ gym for the entire day.  Nothing wrong with that.  Instead, though, he hung out at the Bearitall family home—sinking his bone into Carol, spanking her, sodomizing her, showering with her, and doing naughty equally to little slumbering Cindy.
	Like Mr. Mike had done, Seth diddled his spilled spunk into the slit of the little girl and was just settling in straddling her chest flopping his cock against her mouth when he heard the sounds of children arriving from school.  He sighed, he had so much wanted to hump Cindy’s face.  He relaxed, farted, then pulled the slumbering child’s panties up—leaving his spunk to soil her. Then went to peek on who was home.
	Carol was greeting middle children, Jan and Peter—the twins.  Jan seemed none the worse for what had happened to her earlier.  Nor did Carol of whom Seth had enjoyed the entire school day!  Peter had thick-thick-thick super curly blond hair; he announced to his Mom that he wanted to change that style to something more straight, green or purple or red!
	“Not in this lifetime!” his Mom said flatly, “or in any other.” Peter was stuck with having the incredibly thick blond hair.  Jan was fine with her hair style which was long not too style in any particular manner, and golden blond.  She was opting for streaks of green and purple but nothing too spectacular.
	Jan went to her room; shared by her sisters.  Peter went to the garage to start on some school project.  The other Bearitall children were filing in, too; oldest B child, Greg, and second oldest, Marcia.
	Seth was more interested in Jan.
	In her room, Jan stripped down to nothing.  Seth was well pleased and was sure that his friend, Dmitri, would be pleased, too.  Most kids when they come home from school change out of their school clothes regarding their pants, shirt, and/or shoes.  Not Jan.  Jan went the whole route and changed everything including underwear.
	Which was fine with Seth.
	Although Seth Strangle had had a day with Jan’s mother, Carol, and a little hanky with panky with Jan’s kid sister, Cindy, he was still ready for more.  And as soon as Jan was stark naked and sorting thru what clothes she wanted to put on,
	‘On your knees.’
	Naked Seth stood before the stricken preteen with a sore aching cock admiring the girl and noting how she was a bit more prettier than her fourteen year old sister, Marcia.  Flopping his cock, Seth humped firstly Jan’s face and recalled fondly the girl getting her bare ass smacked by her Daddy of the Year.  It was a wondrous image that gave Seth’s cock a reason to live.
	And just as Seth was DEEP into Jan’s mouth, little Cindy set bolt upright from her bed, rubbed her eyes, and in a sleepy voice asked “What are you doing?” whether or not she knew what Jan was doing or to who wasn’t clear.
	From the onset, Seth had blown more than his allotted cum blasts for the day but still managed to scrape a little more to coat Jan’s tonsils—just that clear liquid mess from the bottom of his balls.  Then he politely humped the girl’s face, admired her nakedness ONE MORE TIME, then watched her dress before sending her to the bathroom to “clean up.”
	Then, not vying for Daddy of the Year, Seth returned to Cindy where he easily swooned her to sleep.  Then removed her panties and took a turn licking her slightly pissy pussy until her boisterous voices in the living room.  Greg and Marcia were home—they had brought extras with them.  And though Greg was yapping to his Mom about being a photographer for his school’s newspaper he also had a photographer’s eye for his sister and her friends.  So, later that same day,
	‘If you could FUCK your sister’s brains out—would you?’
	The definitive answer was a whole hearted “YES!”  her brains, ass, and especially her pussy.  He held the same desires for Jan—but none for Cindy (not until she was at least ten or so.)
	‘And your Mom?’
	No answer.  Greg had not given a thought to doing anything with his Mom.  He just wasn’t that sort of guy.  Seth Strangle sought to change that—HE was that sort of guy.  But the Bearitall family was a big one and there was lots to do and see.

	In the garage there was Peter; he was building/constructing of all things—bird houses.  These bird houses, however, were a little more special than others.  Pete’s bird houses came equipped with decorations, straw, and stash.  Though Pete himself was not quintessentially a pot head he was a supplier.  No one at school suspected a youth with bird houses to be a transporter of illegal drugs.
	Presently and did his sister, Jan, slip into the garage; she had changed into brown non-jean type pants and a simple summery sleeveless-top.  She was so damn pretty—in a Plain Jane sort of way.
	“How much ya got?” she asked eluding to the fact that she knew about the drugs.  Pete grinned and lifted a section of the bird house roof revealing a small baggie of righteous happy smoke.
	Jan’s eyes bulged.  “Wow.” she said.
	“A bit more and I’ll have enough for Zombies!” Seth wasn’t sure what “Zombies” referred to; a video game or music group.
	‘Say, Pete,’ Seth mused, ‘ever want to FUCK your sister?’
	That was a given.  And as fact, they had.  For the longest time, Pete was rubbing his dick against his sister’s ass.  Just Jan.  In the bathroom usually; here and the friendly outgoing girl would slip her panties down “just so” to bare a cheek and allow her twin to “have a go” and rub against her.
	It had only been recently that they “went all the way” in the loft of the garage.  Twice.  Neither time did Pete have his “pete” wrapped.  They were on the verge of doing the “dirty” (up the ass) but hadn’t had the chance.  And strangely, Jan hadn’t given her brother a blowjob!
	Seth deduced that Mr. Mike had some sort of mind altering device to enable him to engage in the narly shenanigans he had engaged in that morning.
	‘Reach around,’ Seth minded, ‘play with his dick.’
	Jan “reached around” and began toying with her brother’s dick.
	Peter, on his own, “reached” back to play with his sister’s ass.
	No more encouraging from the ever invisible Seth Strangle; Peter turned around and Jan—on her own, dropped to her knees and fished out her brother’s ever hard cock.  She was all grins.  So was Pete.  So was Seth!  The girl masterfully worked her brother’s hard tube delightfully; she kissed the head, slathered her mouth up and down the erection before devouring it wholly.
	This, of course, only led to the twins slinking up into the garage’s loft where a sort of “fort” had been constructed.  By the time Seth skillfully and with extreme stealth made it to optimum viewing—the two were naked and fucking.
	And Jan was on top!
	The view was fantastic!  Seth found himself fondling himself watching Jan’s slightly tan ass going up and down; he could very well see Peter’s peter slamming up into the girl’s quim.  
	The boy’s hands tightly gripped the girl’s ass; there was groaning, grunting, sweating, and cumming.  No condom.  Seth settled down beside them and as the final throws of their illicit union came to be he smoothed his hand over Jan’s sweaty ass.  The kids kissed—deeply and with passion.  Peter’s prick was still in Jan’s cunt.  Seth didn’t care; a hole was a hole—he mounted Jan (from behind) and entered her tight backdoor hole.  Peter’s peter had been there but not as often as in the primary cock receiver.
	His thoughts had begun to drift—thinking of Dmitri mostly; then of DJ, Mr. Mike, Carol, his Mom, and the strangeness of having the electronic mind altering device’s powers somehow transferred to him.  Also, of late, in the news, a big ass fire and destruction at a summer camp nearby.  Might be something worthy to check out.
	After filling and coating Jan’s crap chute with his cum, Seth pulled out, smacked the girl’s ass with his sore aching dirty schlong, then sat back to rest.  Jan rolled off her brother, diddled her pussy, fingered her fresh fucked funk hole, and lay in bemusement.  Peter lay fondling his cock, smiling, and in a “natural” high as opposed to the shit that he could smoke but didn’t.
	Seth considered buggering Pete and was set to do so when voices in the garage preempted that notion.  It was Greg and Marcia along with pesky little brother, Bobby.  Greg was looking for brother Pete; Marcia was looking for sister Jan.  Bobby was looking to be a pest.  With Pete and Jan not to be seen in the garage the interrupting trio filed back out to look elsewhere.
	Seth did note, though, that along with Greg looking for brother Peter, he stole looks at sister Marcia, too.  hmmm   While Seth mused, Pete fused—er, put his cock to Jan again.  Seth let them be and seemed to have lost all track of time; the NEXT thing he knew it was dark, evening type time, and the family had had their dinner.  There was some socializing and Seth recalled Mr. Mike doing naughty with Jan that morning.  (not too mention little Cindy)  So, did he also have something going on with Marcia?
	No, actually, he didn’t.  Not yet anyways…

	Later, that night—
	Greg was in his room gettin’ after it.  Being the oldest he had his own room and was glad of it.  The fifteen year old high school boy who had two available pussies at home to fool with and apparently wasn’t getting any.  He did, though, have the girls’ panties—even Cindy’s AND his Mom’s!
	Furiously and did he jerk off into the garments; he lay on his bed spanking himself, grinding his cock against the panties conjuring up vision of fucking his sisters—AND his Mom!  Seth was impressed—the boy had potential!

	Pete and Bobby?  Sleeping.
	Cindy and Jan?  Sleeping.
	Greg? We know what Greg is doing and it aint sleeping.
	Marcia?  Ah…
	In Mr. Mike’s private office/den shenanigans were at hand.  
	(oh, and Carol?  Sleeping.)
	Marcia was wearing her powder blue nightgown that was short going only to her mid thigh.  Matching panties, no bra.  Super long honey blond hair clear to her ass.  Mr. Mike had his hands on that ass; squeezing and patting, making circles, and seemingly in delirium.  Marcia, too, seemed to be in delirium—a posture Seth was well aware of; it’s called being mindless via some sort of mind altering contraption.
	Off came the nightgown.
	Marcia remained calm, near naked, mindless.
	Mike (Mr) slipped off his light blue pajama bottoms—no undies.
	Marcia continued to remain calm and still.
	Mike’s cock was bold, hard, and more average than most.
	Marcia looked pretty standing mindless in her blue panties.
	Mike fondled her breasts, caressed her sides then lowered her panties.
	Show time!

	Marcia was fourteen years young; just four months into that age group.  Her hair was golden and changed “style” almost every week.  Small breasted girl for her age group but she had a pretty decent ass and was comfortable in various clothing styles.  She spoke well and distinctively, walked well without flaunting, and was fairly popular.
	Butt naked she was fantastic!
	Daddy Mike hugged her—after slipping her panties down.  His hands dwelled all over her ass of which he enjoyed the most apparently.  Hug-hug-hug; followed by squeeze-squeeze-squeeze.  There was kissing, titty groping, then gliding his cock up and down (and all around) her stomach before guiding her over to the sofa.  The door to the semi-private room was open (thusly allowing the sneaky Seth Strangle entrance and privy to the semi-private altercation.)
	Once on the sofa, Mr. Mike sat on his knees beside the girl looking her over carefully and with adoring love a man—a father, has for his child (especially his girl child.)  It was lust.  Pure and simple—lust.  He fingered her pussy, caressed her breasts, and looked her up and down in the low light provided for the semi-private room.
	It was at this time that something new happened to the already bewildered Seth—it was momentary but still…
	As Mike Bearitall fingered Marcia, licked her where he fingered, then mounted her the whole scene turned a little gray.  The scene was a little grainy, too.  Blinking his eyes, holding his eyes shut, and shaking his head didn’t help clear the image—which only lasted momentary.
	When it cleared he was dizzy and felt nauseous.
	This ill only lasted momentary, too.
	As for Mike and Marcia?  Mike made love to his ready-to-fuck teenage daughter; she wasn’t as “pure” as she seemed and/or proclaimed but close counts.  Seth didn’t notice an EMAD in use but assumed there was one doing so.  There was no full cock penetration but again—close counts.  Mike’s manly schlong was pretty manly—a little more than “average.”
	He did cum, though.

*

A douche bag of your magnitude could cleanse a whale’s vagina
	Dmitri sings!  (well, not really—but he hums a lot)

	The days of school were a maze of masterfully planned chaos suited to weed out the unachievers and excel the potentials.  Clarissa Gnilrad was somewhere in between.  She excelled in English, writing, photojournalism, and boys.  Math, History, Biology?  Not so much.  
	She was a pretty girl, fourteen years young, strawberry blond, perfect teeth, nice butt.  There was a pesky little brother to contend with but that was alright.  She was friendly, outgoing, popular, and had another side to her no one knew.
	The Gnilrad family hailed originally from New England, then moved to the West Coast before settling in the vicinity of a one Dmitri Tsugua.  So there was a mix of dialects and accents.  Clarissa’s parents were quintessential “hippies” but had grown up and gotten off the dope and into legit employment.
	Back to Clarissa.
	With school days in short supply, Clarissa and her friend, Myra, made the best of it.  Most students with half a day off from school made for the mall, the park, maybe the library or museum, and ball park.  Clarissa and Myra made for Clarissa’s bedroom and “made out.”  They hurriedly stripped off their clothing then embraced one another for a very passionate hug and deep probing kiss.
	‘wow!’ whispered the Voice.
	The Voice’s voicing got the attention of Clarissa who looked around (but not wildly around.)  Myra paid the interruption no mind and pulled her friend to the bed behind her.  Clarissa moved to her knees then to her friend’s hairless cunt.
	Unseen (but heard) Dmitri Tsugua held his tongue and watched in awe.
	After a good deal of muff diving, girl-on-girl, 69ing, and some spanking, the girls were muff puffing—that’s pounding their poons together in a sort of scissor-like action (one girl laying down with a leg up the chest/body of the other girl) when the bedroom door opened suddenly and in waltzed Clarissa’s dad, Henry.
	The girls shot up from the bed and stood stunned.
	Daddy Henry stood in stunned shock.
	Invisible Dmitri stood in awe.
	Henry had a mini laptop in one hand and was frustrated with the operation of such and was barging into daughter’s room for a manual or something not expecting his daughter to be “entertaining” a friend.  Dim waited to see how this would play out.  No need interrupting if there was no need.
	Henry recovered firstly and though not pissed off to the point of being “mad as hell” he was upset.  The laptop was placed on the dresser with a not-so gentle plop.  Then, facing the girls,
	“Turn around.” he said sternly.
	Timidly, the girls turned about; their knees to the side of the bed.
	A moment passed; Henry was fuming and contemplating his next move prompting Dmitri to almost intervene and help out the cause.  But no need,
	“Bend over.”
	Clarissa and Myra laid down across the bed; both girls clenched their bare asses and Henry—Henry gouged the heel of his hand to his crotch.  Dim smiled.  This had potential!

	Henry Gnilrad worked in advertising; he wrote jingles and designed ads for various companies and thusly “dressed for success”—so to speak.  He wore dress slacks, dress shirt, and more importantly—dress belt.  The belt, though, was thin and would definitely “leave a mark” should it be applied to Clarissa’s ass.  Strangely, Dim did not initiate the Q&A aspect of his personal EMAD-like abilities.
	Clarissa had amazing beauty, not striking, but she was very pretty in a Plain Jane sort of way; those eyes, her facial expressions and mannerism all parlayed into a young teenage girl who was even more amazing stark naked.  Her naked body was so-so tan; her long strawberry blond hair in a single pony tail was down the middle of her back with some strands just touching the beginning of her ass crack.  Daddy Henry placed his hand on her ass, made a circle; and then, squeezed a cheek followed by a swift swat.
	Clarissa jumped.
	Myra clenched.
	Dim stroked…
	Another swat came followed by two more almost serious smacks before the man was displaying agony by gouging his free hand to his growing tucked in concealment boner.  A daring finger fingered Clarissa’s asshole.  Then; on her own—Clarissa reached back and parted her own flaming cheeks.
	Daddy Henry peeked; he seemed to shudder in place, the production of sweat kicked up and lust consumed him.  He moaned and Clarissa wiggled her ass.  Myra buried her head into the bedding awaiting her “turn.”  And that came as Henry distracted himself to lay a hand on Myra’s equally fine ready-to-fuck ass.
	And speaking of “ready-to-fuck”…
	Both Henry and Dmitri were ready to fuck.
	But first!  I’ve got a hankerin’ for some spankerin’!
	Smack!  Smack!  SMACK!  did Henry Gnilrad lay hand to his daughter’s ass.  Then, again, paused to squeeze the girl’s cheeks (and diddle the hole) before gliding his ever so hard cock that was spurting jiz against the inflamed cheeks before poking the hole with some reverence (and extreme determination.)
	It was incredible.  Daddy Henry just wasn’t himself—it wasn’t his girl he was sodomizing; it wasn’t horrid future thoughts of severe naughtiness with the girl he was harboring, either.  The man made near full anal entry—but his cock already having cum some on the girl’s ass had lost some strength.  Bolstered, however, by those “future” thoughts he was able to penetrate and fuck the hole of secondary pleasure before pulling out.
	He rested a moment sitting back on his heels eyeing the hole his cock had just cum out of.  He admired the ass, the girl’s ass, his daughter’s ass.  Thoughts aplenty swarmed in his mind; previous viewings of that ass specifically recalling.  As a dad, sure, he had seen his daughter’s ass bare.  He had patted it, wiped it, cleaned it, pulled panties up, etc.  He had seen her as a wee child clad in panties and swimwear.  He had spanked her both with panties on and panties down—but not lately.  Not since she was a wee child.
	Five mintues—seven—ten full minutes did the man just “sit” on his knees staring at Clarissa’s bare ass.  Gobs of his cum had oozed out, the flame of his child’s ass was still just a little inflamed.  He stared and stared; it was a good view!  Then, on the eleventh minute he turned his attention to Myra.
	Myra had long silky dark hair; a long silky body, too.
	Henry’s lips quivered.  His hands quivered, too, (as they moved over the girl’s ass.)  Once more he began to spank; squeezing the cheeks, poking the hole, and becoming very-very aroused.  Myra twisted a little on the bed; Henry’s lust increased and soon positioned himself to the girl’s delicious butt.  There he spent a moment smacking the girl’s reddened butt with his ever hardened cock.
	Then, in it went.

	A poke to Myra’s dirt chute then it was all about penetrating the girl’s quim.
	Neither opening was virginal.
	Henry didn’t care or wasn’t aware.
	The man went in one hole—pulled out and jammed himself into the other hole.  Soon, though, after much pulling and jamming he finally got busy with the backdoor hole and finished off his deed there—in near dramatic fashion.  The orgasm was a righteous one giving the man a near catatonic status.
	Steam smoldered from Myra’s well fucked asshole.
	Henry lay out on the floor—heaving.
	The girls were still very well in the confines of having their young minds no longer in their control.  The girls had been “busted” by Henry and had followed thru with being obedient due to their illicit activity.  Dmitri had barely touched the girls’ minds, though; it was fear that had griped them and held them.  Neither girl objected to being spanked and/or being sexualized.
	After Henry had slumped to the floor the girls had no time to reflect or react.  
	Dmitri Tsugua!

*

Life is so much easier if you take all your hopes and dreams and replace them with drunken rants

DJ and incestuous delights delightfully insightful
	And speaking of bare asses…
	From his upstairs bedroom, Donald Jack could see neighbor Molly Lostree getting spanked.  She was naked!  The angle of the dangle, though, didn’t allow the spying DJ to see the spanker.  It was assumed, though, it had to be the girl’s daddy, Yancy.  DJ’s opinion of the new neighbor was limited; he was a redneck, his house needed painted, front and backyards needed serious attention; there was an engine block in the front yard, a car shell in the backyard.  There was a pickup in the driveway along with a bitchin’ motorcycle.
	There were two girls at the house, no mommy.  Molly was the youngest, she was fourteen.  Her sister, Charlotte, was a year older, almost sixteen.  DJ saw Molly laying across her bed being spanked.  It was another dream cum true.  Molly had a nice-nice body.  Nice.  Great hair, a great smile, great ass.  She was a bit of a smart mouth, sassy, but very pretty.  Didn’t get the best of grades at school—and didn’t care.  She  was into rock concerts, motorcycles, and hot guys.  School was way-way down on her list.

	Just as DJ was getting off he heard footsteps coming.  Quickly he bounded into his bed—he was naked!  Sister Darlene didn’t bother knocking—she was always out to catch him doing something—and usually did.  She found her dweeb brother in bed—at a quarter to ten evening type time on a Friday night!
	There was his binoculars on the window sill along with his telescope—the latter was aimed at Molly’s bedroom window.  Darlene knew her brother had been up to something—she just had that sense about him.  It was Darlene’s lot in life to check up on her brother—and see how much trouble she could get him in.
	After peeking through the telescope (and seeing Molly walking about in her bedroom naked) Darlene snickered, smiled, and shook her head sadly at her dweeb horny brother.  She couldn’t rightly think of a way to get him into trouble for his spying—not yet.  However, she did have him by the balls with her knowing what he was doing.
	Then, on her own, for some reason, she took two quick steps to his bed and whipped the bed cover down and away revealing his nakedness.  And there he was, naked, with a raging boner that was spurting sperm.  At first the girl was shocked.  DJ had a pretty impressive cock.  Then, before anything else—
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Darlene paused—she was going to firstly ridicule her brother for his unsavory actions but still hadn’t formulated a plausible idea of how to use what she had found out about him in her favor.  Instead,
	To DJ’s surprise his sister (of whom he had just recently fucked) began undressing.  DJ couldn’t believe it.  To him, it was mindboggling to beat all—the first time the girl had to be drugged in order for him to “get some.”  Here, all of a sudden she was willingly willing!  What gives!?
	Down came the panties and there she was—naked.
	DJ’s cock was hard-hard-hard—and still spurting cum!
	Darlene wrapped her fingers about the spurting pud and began pleasing it.
	‘would you ever consider SEX with your brother?’
	Darlene couldn’t respond—the very thought of SEX with her brother was repulsive enough to make her sick.  Dim discovered, however, the girl slightly desired to have sex with her sister’s husband, Mark.  Further mind probing uncovered deep secrets—Darlene AND sister Becky had had sex together—when they were a couple of years younger.  They also had had illicit sexual relations with young boys they babysat for.
	Awesome!
	After much manipulation of DJ’s cock, Darlene mounted him.

	DJ’s mind was blown.  His sister willingly was having sex with him—well, willingly as far as he knew.  From behind the girl, at the foot of the boy’s bed, Dmitri Tsugua grinned big while jerking his gherkin admiring Darlene’s near lily white ass.  DJ’s cock went sliding effortlessly up into his sister’s cunt.  And as the fucking commenced, Dim stole a moment to check out the window and saw both Molly and sister Charlotte being spanked—by their naked daddy!
	Oh!

*

Tried to log-on to my iPad this morning, turns out it was an Etch-a-Sketch and I don’t own an iPad; also—I’m out of vodka
	DJ was an interesting subject; Dim liked him, he had potential.  Spying was DJ’s thing; so it was with Dim.  After sister Darlene had willingly (with help) fucked his brains out, the two snuck out to the backyard behind the garage and smoked a joint together.  What was going on with Darlene wasn’t clear; she generally was not so eager to get busted doing something unnatural.  She also was not so sisterly friendly with her little brother.  As young children they had played and played well; as Darlene entered into her teen years she began to change.
	Dmitri had only encouraged the girl slightly—most of what she had done unto her brother in his room was on her own.  (Darlene had potential, too!)  Back to Donald Jack—
	Julie Justasmuch was another neighborhood girl DJ was interested in.  There was still interest in Cathy—and Molly the babysitter!  But first!  Julie-Julie-Julie.  A nice girl, light brown hair, incredible blue eyes, and a funny way of how she manipulated her mouth when excited, shocked, embarrassed, so on.  She was a typical ten year old girl; she wore her hair in a different style almost every week.  She was comfortable in a dress, skirt, or jeans.  She was a bit of a tomboy but also played the violin and could sing.  The girl was pretty and acknowledged DJs existence on the earth—so that was a plus.
	She also farted in his presence.
	At first the girl was alarmed but then she giggled.  She was embarrassed for ripping the cheese but wasn’t like other girls—she found the event humorous.  Besides, she had some sort of rapport with DJ—who excelled in the same event.  It wasn’t a big butt blast that Julie ripped but it was worth merit (and worth mentioning.)
	“That was a good one!” commented DJ.

	This only caused Julie to be a little embarrassed but she was a good egg and took the ribbing of the ripping good.  The occurrence occurred at school during lunch period.  DJ wasn’t sure how it happened but the two—led by Julie, meandered out to the school boundary where the trees were.  Here and Julie upped her embarrassment by suggesting the two “pee.”	
	“Ever see a girl pee?” she asked casually.
	He hadn’t.
	“Would you like to?”
	Julie was a nice girl; pretty smart, too.  She wore jeans most days to school but also skirts and dress outfits.  Today she was in a knee length dress.  She was up to something and DJ was ok with that.  Very ok.
	Sneaking behind one of the huge oaks and making sure no one saw them or were aware of their being almost out of bounds Julie firstly raised her dress to reveal her lavender colored panties.  She had DJs full attention.  As DJ undone his pants and pushed them down (along with his underwear) the unseen Dmitri Tsugua wondered casually if they were actually alone—and was the little sprite Julie acting on her own.  As far as Dim knew, girls didn’t cut the cheese in a boy’s presence OR willingly go behind a tree to lift her dress and expose herself.  Not willingly.
	But then again—
	Julie was all giggles; she was blushing and prancing in place as she stood “willingly” showing off her lavender undies.  Of course, she was equally emotional at seeing DJ’s boldness and his own exposure.  Then,
	“Want to see me pee?” the bold girl asked (still on her own.)
	Does the Pope fuck bears in the woods of the Vatican?
	Julie squatted; DJ squatted; Dim squatted.
	Julie parted her panties at the crotch and commenced peeing.
	DJ groaned.  Dim groaned.  Watching a girl “pee” was something special.  Somehow, though disgusting, it was also erotic.  DJs cock was hard-hard-hard.  Dim’s mind was frapped, lambasted, awed.  So it was only natural for him to then be suspicious.  Was the girl acting on her own?  DJ didn’t have a mind altering device, but did someone else?
	After the pee there was genuine embarrassment on Julie’s part.  DJ’s cock was rock hard (hard enough to bust rocks).  Dmitri presumed the girl was acting on her own and had come to the conclusion of what she wanted to do.  
	‘lay down,’ Dim cooed, ‘take your panties—off!’
	Julie laid down and worked her shade of violet panties off—much to DJs grin.  Some fellow kids were getting a little close, though.  A school yard teacher was with them.  Dim narrowed his eyes and sent his “powers” unknown to them and sent them away.
	The school bell sending students back to class rang.
	Fuck it—there was more important things to do than learn about the Magna Carta, the War of 1812, how the States got their shapes, and how many times does 7 go into 52.  (7x’s, with a little left over.)
	DJ stripped off ALL of his clothes—then Julie did same.
	‘lick her pussy.’
	DJ didn’t even hesitate.
	As the boy commenced to fucking—Dim commenced to whacking himself while caressing the boy’s humping ass.  Julie was not a virgin.  Again, though, for some reason, Dim didn’t pry to find out why—er, to know the know of who had been doing what DJ was doing.
	She still was a tight fit.  And there still significant snugness that when Dim took his turn he was well pleased.  Julie was had exceptional looks; buggy eyes, an incredible smile, slightly tan (all over) and just beginning nobbies.  Her pussy, however, was the most exceptional attribute of the young girl.  Dim wasn’t able to go ALL the way in—but close counts.  Oh he could have gone ALL the way in but then she would have been in distress afterwards.
	His hands all over her, Dim’s lust for the young girl increased.  His cock surged and again he made dutiful penetration—and again almost making full entry.  The young girl’s nipples stiffened and the fuck was on.  Dmitri had deep feelings for the girl; she wasn’t unique but she was close.  The fact that she was willing to be naughty with DJ was a plus.
	It was a good fuck.

*

How do I love thee?  Let me pull your panties down and I’ll show you…
Galieo—great mind, Einstein—genius mind; Newton—extraordinary mind; Bill Gates—brilliant mind; me—don’t give a shit nevermind

	Seth doesn’t hum, or sing; but he does talk to cows…
	“Hey, cow; what do you call a cow who plays the guitar?  A MOOsican!”
	“That’s not funny.”
	“Sure it is; you’re just moo-dy!”

	DJ—DJ—DJ; he was an interesting character to be sure.  And to be sure, he was interesting.  Interesting enough that he was tailed by both Main Characters, Dmitri Tsugua and Seth The Strangler! Strangle.  Currently, it was Seth’s turn.
	At DJs middle school, activity abounded by the bus load.
	First Bell was at 7:55AM; class instruction officially began at 8:05AM.
	DJs school was an old-old school built just after the Second War on the World; red brick, lots of trees, lots of space for future buildings.  There was the typical front area where students were dropped off in the morning via bus and subsequently picked up in the afternoon by same.  The other access was from an underground passage that went under a four lane roadway (small highway).  It was at the passageway entrance where are story picks up.
	At 7:40 DJ bounded down the cement stairs to the entrance of the passageway dimly lit by a few bare bulbs recessed into the concrete ceiling.  He wasn’t alone; with him was a black girl by the name of “Trela.”  She was a pretty girl; at twelve she had pleasing handful sized titties; a nice smile, lots of fluffy jet black hair.
	She was also semi willing to be naughty.  She was no “Julie” but close counts.  Right at the entrance—possibly to be able to hear scurrying late footsteps treading upon their space and did DJ and Trela “come to be.”  In that DJ “whipped it out” and Trela grasped it.
	Like Julie, Trela was all grins and giggles and embarrassment.
	DJ was all smiles.
	Trela handled DJs cock (like a pro), fondled his barely hairy balls, and worked the boy into a lather.
	“Now you.” DJ giggled.
	Trela listened to make sure they were alone, careened her head around the corner just to make sure, leaned her butt against the handrail then unzipped her dark grey corduroys.  Had she worn a dress or skirt outfit the misdoings in the passageway could have gone easier.  But make do with what you got.
	Trela unzipped and only partly pushed her pants down—just enough to show her bright pink panties.  DJ, of course, wanted more.  Trela was nervous; she was semi willing to take the risk but afraid of getting caught.  Her daddy was a preacher and it just wouldn’t do to be caught red handed handling some guy’s junk—along with her self being exposed.
	‘Calm yourself.’ Seth intervened.  ‘Go on and take your pants down—all the way down.’ along with the bright pink undies, too.
	DJ smiled big—his exposed dick smiled bigger (and began to leak spunk!)
	Trela stepped out of her pants and undies then scooted her black butt onto the handrail wrapping her legs around DJ’s waist.  DJ gleefully glided his cock up and down Trela’s slit.  Seth really didn’t do the “Q&A” shtick—so there’s that.  DJ’s cock pressed in and there was no cherry juice to coat his schlong.  The head of the boy’s dick disappeared; Trela giggled and gushed—then gasped as the rest of the four inch dick entered therein and the fuck was on. 
	After the fuck, DJ rested against the opposite side handrail while Seth took his turn.  Sloppy seconds—oh well.  DJ had managed to squirt quite a bit of spunk into the girl’s quim as well as a nice quantity on her when he pulled out.  Seth entered the girl fully gouging his more than average sized schlong deeply into the cunt then pumping vigorously for up to two minutes before unleashing his load.
	8:15AM and Trela was naked on all fours.  Donald Jack was behind her with his cock buried to the hilt in her ass.  Seth himself was before the girl with his saucy cock buried to the hilt in her mouth.  Another nice quantity of cum squirted frothingly from his prong filling Trela’s mouth to the max.  DJ had cum, too.  Seth withdrew from the hapless girl’s mouth and fucked her face.
	8:30AM and while Trela slurped on DJs musky ball sac—Seth slammed his fuck pole into the boy’s butt hole.  Seth offered that clear liquid goo from the bottom of his ball sac.  He had spanked the boy’s ass, worked his cock into a tizzy and thusly got him to titty fuck the girl laying beneath him (as he continued to lay down her body.)  It was quite a scene for Seth—and afterwards, miraculously, Seth’s infamous sash cord remained in his pants pocket leaving approx. 130 on Seth’s Strangled list—leaving Darlene Killrock and Holly from chapter 8 the last to be sashed.
	Trela’s well fucked cunt was cleaned up using her own panties.  The pink undy then was tossed and the kids dressed and proceeded to make their way out of the passageway.  It was 8:50, first class session was ending and the second was minutes away.  Upon exiting the passageway and trying to coyly sneak to their prospective classes unobserved—they encountered of all people vice-principal Strobefrog.
	Not good.
	Vice-principal Lee Strobefrog was a no-non-sense kind of administrator; tall, well distinguished, graying temples, Christian, family man, and assumed all students at the middle school were on drugs and/or fucking.
	“Let’s go.” he said coolly—to the office.
	Like a death march, DJ and Trela trudged to the VP’s office.
	The second bell rang and the halls were filled with students.
	At the office,
	‘Send DJ on to his class.’ This after the VP wrote an excuse for missing first class.  Then,
	The blinds of the VP’s office were drawn as well as the one on the door.  The door was locked and the proceedings of “scolding” and discipline began.
	‘Tell her to take off her clothes.’
	Trela was still under Seth’s mind control and did not hesitate to undress herself—again.
	‘Do you like ‘em young?’ Seth asked—a sort of Q&A.
	No answer but a dead state to the now naked sixth grader.
	Must be hard to be a teacher, administrator, instructor of a middle school, junior high, high school, elementary, school with all the cute little girls in various stages of clothing attire.  Cheerleader girls in those short skirts, too!  Corporeal punishment was still a no-no in most American schools—but it was still done to some degree just the same.  (done lots easier with the advent of nifty mind altering devices!)
	Mr. Strobefrog stood in his green dress shirt, yellow tie, tan slacks, with his hands on his hips eyes so-so focused on the young black girl in his office.  Seth dinked around the man’s mind posing this question and this trying to get a “rise” out of him.  Little was attained with that route; including needful information.
	Oh well.
	Sitting down in his armless but comfy desk chair the naked twelve year old laid down across his lap.  As the man began smoothing his hand over Trela’s bare ass—there was the atypical arousal.  Couldn’t be helped—he WAS a man for God’s sake!  And on the man’s desk were various pictures of his family; including a teenage daughter.
	‘Give her ass a smack.’
	SMACK!  Mr. VP did so.
	‘Have you smacked your daughter’s ass?’ a form of Q&A.
	The Vice Principal blinked his eyes, cocked his head and seemed curious to the line of questioning.  The answer was—Yes.
	‘Bare ass?’
	No.
	Dang.
	There, too, were no sexual desires towards his daughter.
	There was, though, some minor desires for his daughter’s friends!
	Well, there was hope.
	Another SMACK! then a bare ass cheek squeeze.
	After another hearty smack the girl was stood up and through gentle mind manipulation the VP somewhat on his own took in the girl’s nakedness.  She stood between his knees and stood still.  Lee Strobefrog (somewhat on his own) caressed the girl’s sides, her ass, and focused on her budding titties before lowering his eyes to her naked fresh fucked cunt.
	‘If you could get away with fucking one of your students—would you?’
	The VP’s students ranged from twelve years to fourteen.  Sixth grade to eighth.  White girls, black, Muslim, Jew, Mexican, Philippine, other.  The man was lost in thought.  Seth manipulated the man into a standing position whereas he then hauled out his cock and found naked Trela sucking him.
	He didn’t seem to mind and enjoyed it.
	The man did wrestle between what was right, righteous and who he was defined.  But, there was also no denying sexual perversions—so long as no one else knew about it.  He regarded the incident as fantasy and possibly not really happening.  A good (but naughty) fantasy was a good thing regardless of one’s Christian status.
	And after ogling the girl (and nextly getting a Presidential (blowjob to you blokes not in the know)) Trela sat on the VP’s desk, laid back and opened her legs.  The Veep stroked his exposed cock, undone his slacks and lowered both pants and boxers, then began slapping (on his own) his cock to the girl’s cunt.
	Slap-slap; spank-spank; gouge.  Dragging his cock up and down the girl’s entrance and Seth found more tidbit information floating freely in the man’s mind ready for the plucking.  Lee Strobefrog had lots of unnatural desires—for most (if not ALL) the girls at his school AND church!  Mostly he wanted to have a little naked fun with his daughter’s girlfriends.  No boys—Lee wasn’t into that shtick.
	The fuck was on—with Lee thinking not of the little black girl his manhood was in but other girls—virtually all of them.  Chinese girls, foreign exchange student girls, Plain Janes, homely, princesses, and especially cheerleader types.  Sure he was a Christian man, sure he was a professional upstanding citizen of the community with preset morals.  He was also a man—a man easily swayed by immorality.
	After cumming graciously into Trela’s cunt; spanking!
	Laying the girl across his lap (again) the Veep laid his hand to her dark skinned ass and turned it a shade different.  Only when the girl began to squirm did he let up—and promptly and dutiful fuck her again!  Kind of rough, kind of hard, too.  It was a side of the man not seen or known about.  It was a side of the man freed—deep seeded desires were unleashed and his cock sailed into illicit waters deeply sought after but kept at bay.

	Noon O’clock 
	Some three hours had passed since Lee had sunk his cock into Trela Faceburns—and subsequently cum-cum-cummed within.  He had humped her sweet black face, squirted onto her budding breasts, and spanked her as a finale.  In his private bathroom there was a little clean-up then a note was written constructed so as she would not be in trouble for her missing classes.
	Then he sat in his office—brooding.
	Contemplating?
	Musing?
	Bemused?
	Befuddled?
	He wasn’t himself to be sure.
	Seth nipped any further confounding confusion of thought with the “calm yourself” bit.  Then he went prowling the halls of the middle school to see what he could find.  He found:
	Three seventh grade girls smoking in the girls’ bathroom.
	Two boys in the boys’ bathroom smoking weed.
	Two girls in a hall alcove making out.
	One boy watching the two girls jerking off.
	DJ and Peter Bearitall making a drug deal.
	Then there was fourteen year old 8th grader, Herman Wangnut.
	Herman looked nothing like Frankenstein’s monster; he was a little taller than most his peers, gangly, blond, blue eyed, mostly white.  His parentage was German and “Herman” was a good solid Germanic name.  Naturally he was teased.  Not bullied but teased.  Teasing was just as bad as bullying.  And eventually, ultimately, Herman acquired a mind alternating device (electronic).  His sole purpose was retribution.  He possibly had other uses like most User’s but currently, Herman Wangnut’s use was “retribution.”
	During recess at 11AM that segued into gym time whereupon the students of that particular hour assembled on the playing field anyways, Herman led protagonist teaser, Kelly Blowsissy, behind the equipment shed at the far end of the playing field.  Here, among the old picnic tables, ping-pong tables, old desks and chairs, weeds, tires, and a lawn tractor, Herman hauled out his penis.  It was already hard.  Hmmm
	By the time Seth got there, Kelly was already with his fingers about Herman’s cock and Herman seemed to like it that way.  Then,
	“Take your pants down, bitch!” 
	And Kelly B undone his pants and let them drop.
	“Underwear, too, bitch!” seethed Herman with his cock still hard.
	After Kelly Blowsissy had his pants and undies at his ankles,
	“On your knees, whore.”
	Kelly went to his knees and on further seething command from Herman began sucking the hard cock in his face.  Whether or not Herman was an out and out homo or not was not clear.  It didn’t matter.  All that mattered was Kelly B suck his cock; followed by—
	“Turn around.” and place hands on the table.
	Kelly B positioned himself nakedly against the old half hard green plastic table with his legs spread and the summer sun basting his mostly fine tan naked body.  Herman smoothed his hands over the boy’s ass then spanked it.  He “reached around” and toyed with the boy’s dong and balls, slapped his cock against Kelly’s ass, and before his slobbered on schlong could dry he stuffed it unceremoniously up the boy’s virgin hole.
	The fuck was on.
	Kelly grunted and winced as Herman sodomized him.  Herman slapped/spanked Kelly’s ass, “reached around” and toyed hard with the boy’s dong and fucked hard the boy’s hole.  Four minutes later and the rape was completed—so far as the ass mastering was concerned.  Herman sweated profusely and was greatly exhausted but he recovered enough to have Kelly turn about and jerk off onto his balls.
	Seth was amused.  Kelly stroked off his cock jerking off a healthy mess onto Herman’s balls in just under three minutes.  Then, of course, Herman had the teasing boy “suck ‘em clean.”

	Noon o’clock—
	There was a meeting at 11:45AM—Lee Strobefrog missed it.
	Lunch with some fellow instructors being an informal meeting—Lee a no-show there, too.  At 1PM there was to be a meeting of the instructoral minds at another school—Lee didn’t make that one, either.  Instead, he entertained a one Wendy Singhi.
	When students lingered in a hallway there was usually a reason; they were up to something, lost, contemplating ditching, covering for someone, or lost in thought.  Seldom was any student at a loss for thought.  After much sitting alone in his office, VP Strobefrog ventured out trying to gather himself.  Had he really had blatant outlandish sex with Trela Faceburns?  Seth once more had to calm the man from freaking out.  He was the proverbial “pillar” of the community; a staunch Republican, a Christian man, a professional man with a family.  In no way could he engage in any form of immorality.
	Way.
	There were those deep seeded desires.  Unnatural desires.  Illicit and highly immoral desires.  In a way, though, kind of healthy to have such needs and wishes; just keep them to yourself.
	What Wendy Singhi was actually up to in the hallway just before lunch period wasn’t known.  She was an 8th grader, fourteen years young, long-long silky long jet black hair, kind of homely, flat face, and Chinese.
	She was also a cheerleader.
	Two criteria on Lee’s list!
	‘Would you like to see her—naked?’ dumbass question of the year.
	But it had to be asked.
	The answer was, of course, YES!
	Wendy was a bit older than Trela—but she had small titties.  That was ok with Lee, he liked girls/women with small breasts.  Big breasts were not a thrill for him as it was with most other men.  Small breasts were “just right.”
	Wendy wore a short pleated gray non-cheerleader skirt.  Once inside Lee’s office and the skirt was unzipped and cast off almost immediately—this after Lee’s hands had gone all over the girl’s backside and UP under the skirt feeling of her ass.  The man was practically beside himself and practically on his own will!  It was like a living fantasy.  A dream.  The man undulated (all over) and was clearly not himself.  
	The girl’s non-cheerleader blouse was unbuttoned and cast off along with her bra.  Then, pillar of the community knelt down and lowered the girl’s panties himself.  Wendy stood mindless, mouth open, nice titties regardless of their small size.  Lee’s hands cupped the girl’s ass and his eyes focused on the dainty pussy before him that was very nearly trimmed.
	Love or lust?
	Down onto the cushiony green carpet the two went; Lee borrowed his face into the teen’s pussy and licked-licked-licked—and licked happily being very contented in his misdoings.  It was passion; heated and long in the want.  Wendy twisted, arched her back, sweated, moaned, groaned, and tweaked her own nipples.  She was not a virgin.
	Duh.  Cheerleader, teenager, Chinese…
	Lee finally had gotten his fill of sushi and undressed himself—simply taking his dress pants and undies down.  His cum squirter of some serious centimeters eased nicely into the girl’s quim and—as before—the fuck was on.
	Seth, being right there, got Wendy’s hand to help stroke him.  Lee thoroughly enjoyed his illicit job career ending freedom ending hump.  The girl’s pussy was snug and graciously thrilled his manly manhood giving him cause to cum like he had never cum before.
	Lee’s eyelids fluttered, he went catatonic, his sweaty lily white ass glistened and tightened as the final throws of his illicit doings got done.  So much cum!  A river of his spunk spewed out of Wendy’s cunt thoroughly coating his cock and balls.  Both parties collapsed in a heap on the floor.
	Seth caressed Wendy’s sweaty body, cupped and squeezed her non-bodacious titties, then eased his cock into her ass.  It was a tight-tight fit and possibly virgin.

	3PM
	After a day of extreme illicit immorality—who should appear at his door but Lee’s thirteen year old daughter, Leighanne, visiting from a nearby private school.  Perfect.  She was tall but wasn’t so much into basketball playing; she liked soccer, singing in the choir, community projects, and boys on the side.  Lots of styled hair, heavy perfume, some bells and whistles in the fashion of dangling earrings, bracelets, and finger adornments.

	She wore a nice summery dress and after the day her Daddy had had he was greatly flummoxed and tried deeply to keep his thoughts pure and intentions nil.  Neither worked on both fronts.  The most he had gotten to see was his child in her swimsuit—a few glances now and then seeing her in her undies.  It had been a long-long while since last he had seen her in her in her skin.
	And after Trela and Wendy he deeply—deeply—deeply wanted to.
	Deeply.
	After a rousing father/daughter hug out in the open the two made for the office.  Once inside the sanctity (and security) of said office another rousing hug came with Lee slipping his hand down to his daughter’s ripe fine ass.  There was, of course, some goading and coercing from the unseen Seth Strangle but for the most part, Lee Strobefrog was acting on his own.
	After much ass grabbing and intense hugging, Lee lifted off his daughter’s flowery summery dress.  She wore a nice pretty bra and matching panties.  Lee looked faint.  The “want” was incredible.  Leighanne was not on her own but Lee didn’t know that.
	The bra was tossed and once more the “man of the year” was on his knees lowering a girl’s underwear.  Leighanne was a few years older than previous Trela and Wendy; the girl had bigger titties and a bit more fur on her poon.  Daddy Lee stared and stared taking his child in.
	‘Lay her down.’ Seth cooed.
	Lee complied—his hands were all over the naked teen’s body taking her in like he had never done so before (well, not sexually of course.)  His tongue went right to her furry poon; his tongue powerfully delved into the recess of her sex flicking all over intensifying his want.  After a little nipping of the lips and fully engulfing the girl’s pussy he stripped off ALL of his clothes and mounted the girl penetrating her sex and nearly creaming off right then and there.
	Some how he managed to hold off cumming in his daughter until after a few pumps.  His cock was massively powerful, strong and hard and a bit more than the average male schlong.  And though Lee did not realize it—his precious child whom he adored and thought an “angel” was not.  She was not a virgin.
	Lee gave powerful thrusts into his daughter’s cunt; he raised himself up in the prone position—then laid down fully on the girl driving his cock fully into her trench.  Incredible thrusts followed with massive squirts of liquid fatherly love following that.  He suckled on her titties, cupped her ass and continued to pump until sheer exhaustion forced him to lay off and heave beside her.
	More was to cum—lots more.

*

if it wasn’t for rambling sputtering insane hallucinations, I’d be as normal as you
The second cumming
	A day of missed meetings replaced by a day of fucking.  Pretty good trade off.  And it wasn’t over.  After his tryst with his own daughter in his office—and Seth The Strangler! getting some, too, Lee cleaned up in his bathroom, cleaned his mindless daughter, then went home.  Daughter Leighanne had come to see her daddy about a school project at her school (and to ask for some money).
	The girl seemed none the worse for wear for her experience in the office.
	Seth had a choice of going either with the girl or her befuddled daddy.
	He chose the daddy.
	Good choice.
	Because—
	The wife was out of town on business.  Convenient!  As soon as Lee got home he collapsed in his chair contemplating what had transpired that day.  What a day!  Did it really happen?  His befuddlement was nixed (again) by unseen Seth.  But only to the point of just calming him and easing his mind from complex perplexity.  Thereafter he got himself a beer, farted, and “calmed” himself.
	He was a businessman, of sorts.  A professional.  A school administrator, a church man, a family man.  A busy man.  Seldom was there time to “cool down”; there was always something going on his life keeping him busy-busy-busy.
	‘Go lay down.’ Seth cooed.
	The man needed a rest.
	Seth helped himself to a beer from the fridge and “rested” himself in the very nice living room almost going to sleep when—
	KNOCK!  KNOCK!  DING-DONG!
	Company.
	It was a friend dropping by unexpected/unannounced.
	On the plus side, though, there was a very cute little seven year old girl in a knee length dress.  She was way cute, kinda shy, and would look great with a bit of cum splashed onto her face.
	After about an hour of visiting an emergency arose for the visiting friend who worked at a hospital as an emergency room doctor.  He was single being a widower raising little Morgan on his own.  Instead of dragging the child to the hospital or trying to drop her off to a sitting unannounced it was opted to simply leave the child with Lee.
	Lee had no problem with that—nor did Seth.
	And minutes after the friend had left--
	‘Take her dress off.’  Here we go again!
	Soft light brown hair; soft blue eyes, soft sun kissed skin.
	A knee length dress, red checkered, light, airy, short sleeved.
	Light pink panties.
	On his knees, Lee Strobefrog was mesmerized with Morgan.  She was very pretty, flat chested, and quite possibly virgin.  There was some Italian features to the young girl; she smelled pretty—possibly just having had a good bath; she was shy, long facial features, mid-back length super curly hair.  In his daughter’s bedroom did the two come to be; here there were stuffed plush animals to play with and occupy the girl’s time until her daddy returned.  Of course, once in the bedroom there was something else to “occupy” time.
	Slowly did Lee mostly on his own slid down Morgan’s panties.
	She was naked.
	A moment was stolen taking her in.
	Then his hands were on her—on her ass specifically.  Up and down her young tender body with some attention of dragging the back of his finger to her hairless slit.  The man groaned.  He was in estimation seventy percent “on his own.”  Seth was there for backup purposes; goading and coercing when need be when the man took too long to act.
	Up and down the young girl’s body; squeezing her ass, fingering her pussy, becoming more and more aroused—sexually speaking.  The want that he had for sinking his bone into his daughter’s pussy arouse with an ever increasing crescendo to do same with Morgan.
	Hefting the child up he set her on Leighanne’s bed.  Then, on his own volition still, laid her down with the parting of her legs, too.  Seth watched and waited—tick-tick-tick the time lapsed.  On Leighanne’s bedside nightstand was a digital clock reading out in blue lettering 4:45.
	4:46…
	4:47…
	4:48…
	4:49…
	4:50 and the man had taken in the little girl’s nakedness all he could and proceeded nextly to lick her pussy.  On his own!  Lick-lick-lick.  The girl’s legs were opened wide and pushed back some with Lee unaware that the little girl was “not herself.”  That part was by the help of the unseen Seth Strangle.
	After much ado about licking—
	Lee stood and down came his pants and undies.
	His cock stood outward and full fuck mode.
	Seth held back further encouragement, goading, or coercing.  From the moment on (for the moment) Lee was on his own.  Seth just wanted to see what the man would do.  Would he hump the girl’s sex, poke and prod, or go full on fuck?
	A little of all the above.
	Pants and undies down, Lee “Man of the Year” glided his full bore cock against the mindless Morgan’s delicate very virgin pussy.  Seepage from his piss slit made the gliding easier and soon there was effort on “poking.”  Effort or desire?  She was far too young to fully just enter her and fuck.  But,
	‘Do you want to?’  ‘Would you if she weren’t someone you knew?’
	Even if he penetrated her and she were mindless to the assault she would be sore in that area and that would lead to an investigation—and with her daddy being a doctor…
	Humping Morgan’s slit seemed to be alright.  The desire was there, though, to penetrate and FUCK.  Lee settled for humping, poking the head of his cock in just until he met resistance.  Then he grinded his cock hard against the girl’s quim until a great deal of spillage there was squirting forth soiling the entire area of Morgan’s snatch plus a shot up her young naked body.
	Lee still humped, trolling his cock about the girl’s pussy having still a magnificent hard-on.  Then, kind of clumsily, he moved up (on his own) to straddle the child’s chest.  There he humped her between her nipples before placing his cum squirter against her mouth.  A little face fucking then he was IN her mouth.
	IN her mouth!
	Oh!
	Afterwards and Morgan was turned over so the pillar of the community could have a go at her ass.  Lightly he spanked it—first with hands and then with his still incredibly hard cock.  Very much and did he want to poke his way into her asshole.  Very.  Muchly.
	Completely nude, now, Lee was out of control; all over the naked unwary child did the man hump.  His saucy cock humped tenaciously in a furor cumming a little here, squirting a little there.  Somehow he managed to hold off penetrating the little girl—somehow.
	Finally, some semblance of humanity came to him and he sloughed his way to bedroom’s bathroom and showered.  Seth then took his turn with the little girl; in the mouth, against her pussy, and some spanking.  Lee barely had time to clean the girl and dress her before his doctor friend returned.	

Trouble on the home front—and then some
	Once there was a little boy who lived in the country.  The family had to use an outhouse, and the little boy hated it because it was so hot in the summer and freezing cold in the winter and stank all the time. 
 	The outhouse was sitting on the bank of a creek and the boy was determined 
that one day he would push that old outhouse straight into the creek. 
	One day after a spring rain, the creek was swollen so the little boy decided today was the day to push the outhouse into the creek.  He found a large stick and started pushing.  Finally, the outhouse toppled into the creek and floated away. 
That night his dad told him they were going to the woodshed after supper. 
	Knowing that meant a spanking, the little boy asked why. 
	The dad replied, “Someone pushed the outhouse into the creek today. 
	Was it you, son?” 
	The boy answered yes. 
	Then he thought a moment and said, “Dad, I read in school today that George Washington chopped down a cherry tree and didn’t get into trouble because he told the truth.” 
	The dad replied, “Well, son, George Washington’s father wasn’t in the 
cherry tree at the time!”
 
	and then this happened—
	Leighanne was staying over at a friend’s for the night leaving Lee to contemplate his day’s activities.  For some reason unknown to him, Seth decided to stick around.  After Lee retreated to his bedroom to brood, Seth retreated to the kitchen (to help himself to more imported beer.)
	What awoke him from his near drunken stupor wasn’t known—divine intervention?  Whatever, Seth awoke with a startle.  The house was dark and quiet and a little unnerving.  It was an inner feeling that prompted him to go check on his host.  Making his way thru the living room he saw flashing light (blue/red) from the alleyway.
	Lee Strobefrog was not in his room, den, bathroom, house.
	He was in the alleyway.
	Under arrest.
	That wasn’t good.

	As Seth the unseen Strangler dosed off in the kitchen; a pent up sexually restrained Lee Strobefrog needed to take a walk.  Out into the backyard he paced from the garage to the garden shed then in need of a brisk walk out into the alley.  Here he encountered a one Lauren Kingmee.
	Lauren Kingmee was eight years young and was out in the middle of the night searching for her puppy, Rascal.  Lee Strobefrog was in a state—a state of mind any psychopath would be proud of.  Encountering little Lauren was a chanced happenstance—good for him, bad for her.
	What actually happened wasn’t clear—not to Seth who arrived too late, but the little girl was traumatized, wrapped in a blanket, and another siren was in the distance arriving—ambulance.
	And oh, the little girl’s parents were present so the scene was escalating into a horrific storm—one of which Seth didn’t know if he had the power to fix.  But he would try.  He had found of late that he had a strange and unique power—zombie stun.  Kind of a freezing effect of stunning the body, mind, and soul.  That made it ridiculously easy to fuck with the mind.  It fucked with Seth’s mind, too.
	But in the past he had hit subjects up to two peoples.  Here, he had three cops, two parents, a child, and an encroaching ambulance crew.
	But, after popping his neck, cracking his knuckles, ZAP!
	No ZAP! times seven (Mr. Strobefrog included).  A ZAP! all one.
	Then there was the business of erasing the incident from the police officers’ Incident Report; erasing the incident from the officers’ minds, the parents’ mind, the child’s mind, and lastly, Mr. Strobefrog’s mind.
	That was the most tasking part of all.
	Evidence on the police car computer, handheld devices, and written took time to delete and erase.  The lead officer then called off the ambulance.  Parental units One and Two took their child home—still minus the puppy that Lee found taking a crap on his lawn the following morning.  Lee returned to his home and flopped onto his bed—mind cleaned of the alleyway incident.  It was a narrow escape leaving Seth Strangle a little exhausted.
	Seeking solace in Lee Strobefrog’s den, Seth sought sleep and was not denied.  And though he thought he had only “just dosed off” he was suddenly awakened by noise “hours” later.  A slight hangover, a bit of blurred vision, and a need for a shower greeted him.
	What had awoke him was Leighanne and a small bevy of her girlfriends.
	Girls who came together in more than two were never quiet.  Leighanne’s friends numbered not one, not two, not even three but seven!  OH!  The noise!  Chatter-chatter-chatter!  Squeaky squeals, bursts of laughter, insane banter.  And just as Seth was about to amscray from the private den—in walked Mr. Lee.
	And as soon as Mr. Lee was in his office he shut and leaned against the great mahogany door and WHIPPED OUT HIS DICK and proceeded to jerk the fuck off!
	Hmmm
	Was little Lauren Kingme still on his mind?
	Trela?
	Wendy?
	His own daughter?
	Yes, yes, hell yes, and damn doubly damn yes.
	Oh, well, that explains it then.

I’ve stopped fighting my inner demons—we’re on the same side now
	Present in Leighanne’s bedroom, Kari Kristeen, Marylynn Beefaroni, Stacyanne MaCavity, Donne Seveneights, Mia Messican, Mallory Pokeme, and Sheryl Qua.  Marylynn was a tall lovely black girl, Donna was a tall skinny clumsy Chinese-American girl; Sheryl Qua was a short plumb non-skinny Chinese girl.  Sheryl and Mallory were a year younger than the other girls.  Stacyanne was the only one in a dress—
	And it was Stacyanne who had to use the bathroom.
	And it was Mr. Lee and unseen Seth The Strangler! Strangle who joined her—with Mr. Lee also unseen.  Using wicked powers known and unknown to him, Seth enabled Lee Strobefrog to be “unseen.”  Mr. Lee was not aware that he was invisible or in the bathroom with thirteen year old Staceyanne.
	Staceyanne was almost fourteen; she was strikingly pretty with her long very style blond hair, cantaloupe sized titties, fantastic well maintained skin, and as she pushed her panties down to sit on the toilet—a bald beaver!
	Lee Strobefrog stood right before the girl—jerking off.  His need—his want was great.  Very-very muchly did he want to not have sex with the girl but FUCK the girl.  What he did with little Lauren in the alleyway Seth didn’t know but the man was apparently capable of horrendous actions.  He had potential!
	Stacyanne peed.  She peed and tooted.  Afterwards, after wiping and flushing she stood and was ZAPPED! right then and there—with her panties at her knees.  Slowly, Staceyanne slipped off her dress, removed her bra, then stepped out of her undies to stand totally naked before a very-very horny-horny man.
	Then, right on the bathroom floor and the almost fourteen year old was nicely laid.  More than once, too!  Lee Strobefrog firstly fingered the girl’s bald poon giving insight to the fact that she was not a virgin.  That was as insightful as Seth got—no Q&A.  Lee mounted the girl entering her hairless trench groaning with pleasure as his meaty fuck stick slithered near effortlessly within.
	Stacyanne arched her back; her nipples stiffened, she made a face, and had been laid at least more than once.  Lee pumped tenaciously the young teen giving her a copious amount of liquid gooey love cream in three minutes time.  The man lay off heaving being mindless as he could be.  Seth wiped the girl’s pussy using her own panties then tossing the soiled undies into the hamper.  Then he mounted the girl himself fucking her brains out with during midcourse raised her legs up along his chest driving his cock into her asshole which was not determined whether or not it was virginal or not.  Not that it mattered.
	Lee sat on the bathtub rim and waited for the next girl to arrive.
	Mia Messican was the next girl to arrive.  She was Mexican-American, loose footing non-jean type pants.  She wore thong-type panties and had a moderately trimmed cunt.
	After her pee she was ZAPPED!
	Lee enjoyed her followed by Seth.
	Twelve year old Mallory Pokeme came nextly.  So did Lee.  So did Seth.
	Mallory was a cutey, kind of a Plain girl, soft supple breasts, short bouncy curly brown hair, brilliant blue eyes, small mouth.  Once naked and laid out on the bathroom floor she was loved—with eyes firstly.  Her pussy was a source of admiration; there were pubes but soft hairs barely there.  She was not a virgin—pussy, mouth, and asshole.  She also was giving handjobs to her brother, her brother’s best friend, and boyfriend on the side.  (Q&A insight here)  There, too, was a “boyfriend” on the side-side who was in high school!
	The girl wriggled on the floor amass the cast off panties (of the other girls) and bath towels.  Lee was captivated by the girl—mesmerized may be a better word.  Cupping her titties the man drove his manhood into the girl’s preteen pussy pounding tenaciously until he was spent.  Seth’s bone was pretty much shagged out but he gave the girl the best fuck of her life and felt his life near ebbing away.
	A wave of heat enveloped him; a horrible ear ringing rang in his ears and he got dizzy with a feeling of “unwell.”  Maybe too much of the new powers maybe?  He lay loving on the mindless girl, caressing her, diddling the spunk on (and in) her pussy.  A little suckling of her titties then someone else came to make use of the bathroom.

	Lee and Seth took a very needful break; their schlongs were smoldering and they had no more energy.  They had desire, and several girls to “entertain.”  Lee retired to his bedroom and took a shower before laying down.  Seth remained in the bathroom sacking out in the bathtub—only to be disturbed by Kari and Leighanne hours later.
	Sleeping in a bathtub was not a good thing.
	Watching two young teenage girls make out—that was a good thing.
	The girls came into the bathroom and immediately were embracing one another seriously in a lasting lip lock with their hands roaming feverently all over the other’s body.  Kari’s hands clamped hard onto Leighanne’s ass; Leighanne’s hands couldn’t keep still.  Seth’s cock surged somewhat but he really wasn’t in the mood-he needed a longer rest—and a shower.
	The girls hurried out of their clothes, the other girls had gone home.
	Then, surprising Seth, Leighanne and Kari stepped into the shower!
	Well!
	Though he had no strength and little energy, what the hell.  To help aid recovery of his cock he had both girls suck him.  Cock and balls.  Then, while refreshing waters bathed them he lubed his schlong up with soap and entered Kari from behind with giving her the ass banging of her life.
	For Leighanne, Seth required half an hour rest.  His cock just simply could take much more.  He did manage, though; with Leighanne’s shoulders against the back of the shower stall and her legs about his waist, shagged out Seth schlepped his salami into the girl’s cunt—then buggered her for good measure.
	Thereafter, Seth napped in Leighanne’s bedroom.

*

The singing Dimitri!  And Donald Jack, too!
	And introducing “Oy!”
	When you spy upon the world—or your neighbors, you learn shit you never thought possible.  Insightful shit one thought “nah, not them!” in thinking that the perception of a certain family was what they were—quaint, quintessential, Christian, and right with the world and NOT swallowed in the horror of world that was nasty business.  Case in point, the Shellfield house.
	The Shellfield house was a nice-nice home some three blocks over from Delaware St. where Donald Jack lived.  There was a Mr. Shellfield but no Ms.  There was Maggie, the oldest at sixteen thereabouts.  Also, thirteen year old drip, Brighton.  Lastly, the cutest girl but awfully young, Gracie, she was ten.
	DJ knew Mr. Shellfield as he was a financer for DJs non-school ball team.
	Almost more than anything and did DJ want to fuck Maggie.  To sink his bone into Gracie was also a strong desire.  He had no desires for Brighton—well, maybe to see the boy suck his dick.
	Prompted by Dmitri, DJ made way into the very-very nice-nice two-story home.  It was late at night and—

	Little ten-year-old Gracie Shellfield couldn’t sleep.  Her young impressionable mind was going at a thousands of miles an hour.  She tossed and turned for an hour before deciding to go down to the kitchen to raid the fridge of sustenance.  
	Sliding out of bed, she smoothed down her light pink cottony knee length nightgown and made way to the stairs.  Passing her sister’s bedroom she stopped.  There was a noise coming from within—and what a racket!  Leaning closer to the door she heard noises not familiar to her.  At first it sounded like maybe Maggie was sick or something.  Then,
	“Fuck me, daddy!” 
	‘Fuck me, daddy!’ WTF? thought Gracie.  Gracie knew what “fuck” meant; she was ten and though in a private school she was not that naïve.  She was taken and stood in some awe outside the door.  At first she thought of opening the door and seeing what was possibly going on.
	‘What the hell is going on!?’ thought Gracie as she heard the most curious sounds and noises (coming from within her sister’s room.)  Was Maggie having lurid thoughts about getting boned by her daddy!?  WTF!? 
	Curiouser and curiouser, Gracie opened the door a crack and peered in.  
	What she saw caused her to gasp in shock.
	There was Maggie was spread-eagled on her bed, naked.  Her sheer and very expensive light lavender night gown was cast off onto the floor—along with her panties.  On top of her was her daddy, their daddy.  He was naked, too.
	Gracie was awestruck.   It was too much for Gracie.  And struck with confusion she retreated to her bedroom to slump on her bed.  She was totally frapped and couldn’t wrap her head around what she had seen.  So much so that she made a return trip to see for sure if what she had seen was what she had seen.
	It was.
	This time, Gracie’s eyes had adjusted to the darkness; there was some light from Maggie’s fish tank on the nearby desk; also, a nightlight and the digital readout from Maggie’s bedside nightstand.  This gave young spying Gracie (and DJ and Dmitri) insight to the girls’ daddy schlepping his salami into his teenage daughter’s teenage cunt.
	Daddy Maxwell’s cock was not terrifically huge but it was a cock nonetheless and was giving sufficient pleasure to both parties involved in the fucking.  The daddy rod thrusted in and out of Maggie’s sweet cunt at an ever increasing speed; burying itself fully all the way with every thrust.  The sound of his balls slapping her body along with the sucking sound from Maggie’s drenched wet pussy resounded throughout the room as they made love.
	Maggie made noises—confusing sounds of pleasure and anguish.  Lunging upwards she met each powerful thrust of her Daddy’s mediocre prick.  The two errant lovers were unmindful to everything else.
	Daddy Max sweated profusely and panted like a well worked dog as his illicit lovemaking with his daughter went into extra innings.  The well distinguished man, another pillar of the community, a very well-to-do man, engulfed his daughter’s equally mediocre titties.  He suckled each mound, nipped the hardened nipples, drove his cock DEEPER into the pussy as well as his tongue into her mouth.
 	Maggie kissed back passionately grunting and groaning all the while; their arms and legs entwined and only Maxwell’s hips did any moving.  Their passion intensified and the spying little Gracie began fingering herself right then and there.  Well, wouldn’t you!?

	Maggie whispered amongst gasps for breath, “I love you, Daddy.”
	To wit Daddy Maxwell returned in muffled breaths, “I love you, too, darling, now shut up and fuck!”
	Maggie moaned; Max moaned.  The two lovers grinded their naked sweaty bodies together in a strange twisted unison trying to become one body as one.  And at length they rolled their sides.  Daddy Max held his daughter’s ass tightly all the while jamming his adequate cock into her teenage twat.
	“I’m cumming!” Maggie announced.
	Watching from the doorway, so was Gracie!
	Feeling those strange but unique tingling sensations in her hairless poon, Gracie once more retreated to the sanctity of her bedroom.  Here, she dropped her nightgown and forgot all about raiding the refrigerator in lieu of raiding her little in-need-of-a-good-dicking cunt.  The only choices for her were her brother, Brighton, the King of Dweebs, and her possibly her Daddy.  Well, why not her daddy—he was joyously boning Maggie?  Why not bone his other daughter?
	Meanwhile, in Maggie’s room, Maggie had reached her desired orgasm. 
	Daddy Max had also achieved his ultimate goal and lay in a drenched shambles beside her.
	“Goddamn it!” he exclaimed hoarsely, “that was a good one!”
	Maggie was too exhausted to make a statement.  She diddled her fingers in her Daddy’s spilled spunk mixed with her own juices.  She was “on the Pill” so there was no fear (mildly so) of getting knocked up.  Maggie and Maxwell had been fucking around for some time—instead of getting dicked by some errant horn dog boy she entered a “deal” with her dear sweet widower daddy to spread her legs for him.  
 	Confused and horny as hell, Gracie fingered her pussy to a friggin state of body convulsing orgasm.  It wasn’t as good as what Maggie experienced but close counts.  The young (naked) girl fell asleep playing with her pussy.  This caused a quandary with the two visiting spies—and DJ was “unseen” courtesy of Dmitri.  The quandary was—mess with Gracie or her well fucked sister down the hall?
	Gracie.
	But not too much.

	At a little after eight a-fucking-m, Maxwell awoke.  He lay sprawled in his great king sized bed—alone.  He missed his wife—of whom was a great dynamo in bed.  She was willing to do anything anyway.  His cock was still mightily swollen and damnedable sore from the intense fucking it had done to Maggie—who was also a hot little dynamo in bed!

	Arising from his bed, naked, Max arose and stood before his bay window handling sore aching but well pleasured cock.  Banging Maggie was Fucking-A fantastic!  He gave no thoughts to how wrong it was, immoral, or illegal.  What he did within his own home was his own fucking business.
 	At length he made his way into the bathroom where he heard the shower already in operation.
	“What the fuck!?” he bitched aloud stepping up to the large custom shower.  Opening the door he was greeted by a healthy fog of steam and then a form almost hellish in nature shrieked “Who the fuck are you?”
	Max huffed, “The sonofabitch who writes you a check every week!”
	“Oh!” then, “Oy vey!” then, lightheartedly, “Oh, Missta Shellfield!”
	Max was taken by the suddenness, rudeness, and brashness of his children’s nanny, a one Ms. Fran Fine.  She was oh so Jewish, hailed from Brooklyn, New York, and was butt bare assed naked with a completely shaven cunt.  Since Day One of her arrival Maxwell had had torrid fantasies about boning Ms. Fine.  That hot little ass, those titties, that trim trim.  Often while putting his bone to Maggie he harbored thoughts of Fran. 
	His mind was whirling and totally focused onto the 29 yr old vixen.
 	“Oh, Missta Shellfield,” she said in a sort of high pitched heavy Brooklyn Jewish accent, “who have YOU been thinking of?”
 	Max looked down to where Ms. Fine’s eyes were looking—and Max’s cock was looking back!
	“Ah, Miss Fine,” Max stammered, “this—this is MY bloody bathroom, you know—and I-I—”
	“Well,” giggled Fran, “since you’re all ready (indicating his nakedness and hard cock) why doncha step on in here and showa with me!”
	Max stammered moreso and couldn’t catch his breath—let alone thoughts.
	“Mizzz Fine,” he drawled in his British accent, “I-I simply cant jump into a shower with my children’s nanny!  What would they say?!”
	“Fuck what they would say,” Fran spoke harshly, “what they don’t know wont hurt them.” then, under her breath, ‘and what they find out will learn ‘em!”
	Then, Fran stretched out her luscious hand taking her employer’s cock by the head pulling him into the custom marble cubicle.  Maxwell had lusted after Fran ever since he hired her; she was a professional teaser; wearing tight little skirts and mini dresses.  She wore fantastic perfume that drove him wild, too!
	It was an opportunity like no other.  Max stepped into the shower—like he had a choice as Fran Fine had a holt of his dick!  Lovingly she wanked his wanker, cupped his balls and giggled all the while chuckling in that annoying laugh-giggle she had.  Max knew how to shut her up—
	With the hot water cascading down upon them, Max gently-gently made his intentions to Nanny Fine—by pressing on her shoulders the vivacious woman lowered herself to her knees.  She eyed the one-eyed monster waggling before her; it was a schlong nearly seven inches strong.
	“Oh Missta Shellfield!” she exclaimed with a huge grin, “You DO gots a big willy!”  Then, with that annoying high pitched squeal, Fran engulfed the whole thang.  Not too taxing of a task—and the young woman had engulfed her share of massive schlongs, too.  She gobbled-gobbled the average rod into her mouth continuing to make haughting sounds of pleasure as she did so.  Only his daughter could do so well equally.
	But then, Fran’s sucking red lips slid over his shaft sending electrified chills seething throughout his manhood and then entire body.  It was an unbelievable blowjob.  The best ever!  Somehow Fran was able to diddle his piss slit with her tongue WHILE HIS SHAFT WAS STILL EMBEDDED INSIDE HER MOUTH!  Amazing!  She held onto his balls and manipulated them into a frenzy, too.
 	Pulling back, the cock popped out; Fran was still in control and masturbated the man into a glorious orgasm spurting his spunk onto her face and then her dynamite bodacious titties.
	“Whattya think, Mr. S?”
	“Not bad, Miz Fine, not bad at all.”  Max was delirious with pleasure—and mild discomfort.  Never before had he been sucked off like this!
	Fran was having a grand ole time and thought, ‘No time like the present.’
	“Uh, say, Missta Shellfield, “ would this be a bad time to ask for a raise?”
	Holy shit!  What timing!
	At first at Maxwell was a little irked and slightly dismayed that she would have the gall to ask for a raise.  For one thing, she had only been his children’s nanny barely half a year!  Then again—Max thought of the terrific suck she had just given him; such sucking, such disregard of her position (as a nanny), such—sucking!  She was like a Hoover!
	Backing off his cock, Fran Fine let out an enormous cackle as she came hard all over her hand she had been friggin’ herself with. 
 	“Jesus!  Fucking!  Christ!  AHHHHHHH!” exclaimed a stammering stymied Maxwell; sperm a-plenty spewed from his cock totally coating Fran’s face.
	“Sweet fucking sonofafucking Christ bitch!” the man continued to blurt—a nice thing for a Catholic man to spew.
	Fran squealed in delight as strands of fresh hot spunk splashed onto her face.  Clutching her employer’s balls she tantalized him to no end.  More spunk spewed and Fran re-gobbled his cock.  In minutes she had drained totally the man’s balls.  Steam wafted off his cock as it limped out.  Fran’s pussy had steam trails, too.

	As the ending to their slightly illicit union came to be the two adults slumped to the floor falling into one another as one.  There was hardly any strength left in them but they managed to begin kissing with some groping and heavy petting.  It was a wonderful way to wake up in the morning.  What lay in store for the rest of the day?  Fuck it.

*

Cum stains for everyone!
	Brighton Sheffield was horny for girls.  And he had been horny for girls since the fourth grade.  He was almost a teenager now and had taken to spanking his monkey on a fairly daily basis.  Shooting spunk onto his belly, his chest, his sisters’ panties was a pretty good feeling.  As most normal boys, he thought about all the pretty girls in at his school.  Even some of the not-so-pretty girls!  But of late he had been thinking of his older sister, Maggie.
	Maggie was a sexy little tart—and she flaunted it, too.  She wore short dresses and skirts; very seldom wore jeans or pants.  The previous day and Brighton had seen his sis in a hot little two-piece bathing suit.  It drove him wild and the image was permanently plastered into his mind.
	Awakening that morning with typical “morning wood” Brighton proceeded to please himself with helpful hands on aids—a porno mag and Maggie’s bright yellow panties.  
 	Shucking his boxers he slept in he spread his legs and proceeded to “get after it”.  The smell of his sister’s perfume filled his nostrils; several girls at his school wore perfume.  He wanted nothing more than to FUCK each and every girl at his school.  Even a couple of hot teachers!
	Next door—
	Little Gracie had awoken that morning with a sore aching cunny.  The events of the night before replayed in her mind over and over.  What had she seen?  Was it real?  Did it really happen?  Was her Daddy and sister really doing the naughty?  It seemed improbable, unconscionable, inconceivable, unfuckingbelievable—but Gracie was almost positively certain for sure that she had seen her naked Daddy on top of her naked sister.
	The image—real or not—caused the young girl to furiously frig her sex.
	Casually and the young girl wondered if Brighton knew what was going on?
	Sliding out of bed she made for her brother’s room.  The two siblings had a pretty good rapport; they didn’t get each other into trouble as much as other brother/sister relationships—they, in fact, stuck up for one another.  If anything narly was going on in the house—then Brighton would know about it.

	Brighton was in the middle of a fantastic jerk off session when in barged his little sister.  Images of Maggie, Alice, Alicia, Betty, Beverly, Bianca, Camilla, Zena, Wanda, Yola, were suddenly blasted away.
	“Jesus Christ, H fucking, Gracie  Don’t you know how to knock!?” and he threw a pillow over his cum squirter—that was doing just that.
 	“I know what you do in here—and in the bathroom.” She waltzed all the way in up to her brother’s bed and snatched up the magazine that had fell to the floor.  Brighton made a grab,
	“Little girls aren’t supposed to be looking at stuff like this.”
	“Neither are you!” the little girl retorted huffingly.
	In his attempt at grabbing the nudy mag, the pillow covering his nakedness fell away.  Gracie’s eyes fell to the proud staff; her mouth fell open and she was captivated.  Brighton was embarrassed.
	“Jesus, Gracie!” the boy bitched and grabbed the pillow back covering himself.  Gracie dropped the magazine saying, “Oh, big deal, Brighton.  Lemmie see it.”
	Brighton couldn’t believe—of all the girls he WANTED to let see his cock—it was his sister after all!  He knew it wasn’t right—but then again…
	“Well, alright,” he said semi reluctantly.  There was some sort of turn-on about showing off his schlong to a girl—albeit his own sister didn’t seem to matter.
	So, there it was—all proud, stiff, slathered in cum.  The five incher was Brighton’s pride and joy—it gave him such pleasure.  Gracie’s eyes of incredible blue took in the prodigious prong.
	“What’s all that stuff on it?”
	“Cum.” he said proudly.
	“What the hell’s that?”
	Brighton smiled beamingly, “Well, it’s—it’s the stuff that cums after doing this a lot.” He really wasn’t sure for certain but in part it was true.
	Meanwhile, next door and Maggie was the last to awaken.  Maggie was not a morning person—she loved to sleep and loved to sleep in.  The fucking her Dad had given her the night before had given her extra reasons to “sleep in.”
 	Rubbing her pussy thinking of her Daddy’s wondrous cock got her all hot and bothered again.  Inasmuch as he had come into her room to “tuck her in” she thought of going to him to see if she could get a “rise” out of him.  First, though, a nice hot shower was required.
	Back in Brighton’s room and Gracie was having her first sexual experience—other than with herself.  Firstly, “Can I touch it?” she asked.
	‘Cripes!’ bitch Brighton to himself, ‘she wont knock on the fucking door but she’ll ask to touch my cock!’
	“Sure,” he said, “g’head.”
	After touching,
	“May I kiss it, too?”
	Brighton was out of his mind.  ‘What the fuck, Gracie!?’
	Gracie was about to spill what she had seen or thought she had seen in Maggie’s room and that she had seen or thought she had seen Maggie sucking their Daddy’s cock when— 
	“Brighton James Shellfield!” Nanny Fine had barged in.
	‘Christ Almighty!’ Brighton said in a huff, ‘No one fucking knocks anymore!’
	“What the hell are you doing? (although it was only obvious) Did you fuck your little sister? Oy vey!  I guess you did, huh?” Fran said shaking her head, hands on hips, a look of both disgust and dismay.
	The sight of these two adorable kids, the sight of Brighton’s cum slathered shmeckle; Gracie’s hand clasped about her brother’s dong; Gracie lay up against her brother wearing no panties.  It left Nanny Fine a little fachadick.  It left Nanny Fine a LOT fachadick!
	“We’re just playing!” stated Gracie.
	“That’s a good word for it.” Fran said dryly.  “Listen, you know, if you want to do some patschkieing it’s alright with me—just don’t get caught by anyone else!”  Fran was cool!  Brighton looked to the woman with a new eye.  So did his cock.  She continued,
	“There are some things you can do to make her feel real good,” this line of reasoning only left Fran even more fahklumpt—yet another word for mixed up/confused.  Although this one is more of an emotionally based mixed up-ness. There are lots of these in the Yiddish which leads me to guess that my Jewish friends are a mixed up lot!  (There are as many words for “confused” in Yiddish as there are for “snow” in the Eskimo language.)
	“Would you show us?” Gracie asked.
	Feeling famisched, “Uh, sure!” and eyeing Brighton’s schlong she couldn’t help but get a little farblondzhe—and a whole lot more!  It was another Yiddish word for confusion—and another Yiddish word not easy to rhyme with.
	“Mmmmm, that’s geschmak!” she smiled gleaming at Brighton’s very erect erection.  Settling onto the bed she patted Gracie’s bare thigh then gingerly pulled the bunched up nightgown off.  Brighton moved on the bed eyes on Gracie’s naked poon—and Fran’s very nice ta-tas.
	“First of all,” Fran said with a sly grin, “you just need to give a little show.”
	“A show?” asked Gracie inquisitively.
	“Yeah, show him some skin.” And when it was obvious the young girl didn’t get it, “show him either your tits or that special joyful place between your legs!”
	“Oh.” the girl said seriously—then enlightened she blushed.
	“Gevalt geshreeyeh.” remarked Fran.   In Yiddish it means good grief!  But Charlie Brown has little to do with this version of Good Grief.  Continuing,
	“A boy likes to play with his penis (shmeckle)—a lot.” and she took Gracie’s hand to Brighton’s cum drenched pecker, “but a boy likes a girl to play with it more.” she giggled and both Fran and Gracie “played” with Brighton’s schlong. 
	“Have you—” and Fran made the motion of sucking cock.
	Gracie blushed shaking her head, “no.”	
	Fran rolled her eyes—there was more moistness between her legs now than there was with kids’ Daddy’s antics.  Fearing no fear of interruption—and bad timing it would be should Maggie and/or Mr. Shellfield barge in on them—Fran “went down” on Brighton’s cock.  Seemed the thing to do.  She sucked and sucked and devoured and devoured.  Brighton was no longer in the universe.

What’s a little patschkieing among friends—er, family?
	While upstairs there was hanky-panky going on, downstairs—
	In his royal blue bathrobe—and nothing else, Maxwell Shellfield stood in the kitchen “contemplating the mysteries of life.”  And whether to make bacon or pancakes for breakfast.  Hours earlier and he had been boning his oldest daughter; an hour ago and he had boned the nanny.  What a day!
	And speaking of oldest daughter—
	Maggie walked in—not well dressed, either.  A bathrobe like her father’s (and nothing else!)  She looked sleepy despite the rigorous shower she had just had.  It was Saturday; a day she could be spending at the mall with her friends, a driving lesson per chance, sleeping, possibly studying for upcoming finals, or getting laid (again) by her daddy.
	Upon seeing his vivacious daughter—Maxwell’s eyes sparkled instantly.
	“Morning, daddy!” said an enlightened Maggie.
	“Goodmorning, sweetheart!” said a cheerful daddy.
	For a moment there was mild embarrassment—then they hugged driving their tongues illicitly into one another’s hungry mouths.  Pawing madly at one another they came to rest at the breakfast table with Maggie breaking their intense lip lock nearly shouting—
	“Do me, Daddy!  Do me!”
	Well, what’s a guy gonna do about that!
	Clothes fell away and be damned any interruption—and lo would it be hard to explain should family members (and the nanny) make an unannounced appearance—at present, neither Maxwell or Maggie gave a damn.  The distinguished Englishman pawed all over his naked daughter—and she him.
	Maggie squeezed her Daddy’s love tool—she was hungry for the adequate thing and wanted in her pussy and mouth at the same time!  But in her pussy it went as she settled onto the breakfast table and her ultra horny Daddy entered her between her legs.  She nearly came right off right them.  The table scooted.  Sweat drenched them and Daddy Maxwell’s powerful thrusting thrusted his teenage daughter into a euphoric state of being.
	Zillions of sensations teemed terrifically in Max’s loins; his balls were literally on fire!  There were no words yet invented to describe the feelings regarding his cock.  Every thrust was unbelievable; Max shuddered from his curled toes to his thick dreamy jet black hair.  Every thrust IN was only trumped by every thrust OUT.
	Maggie, too, was enjoying terrific feelings she could not put words to.  She trembled and trembled; a shuddering fuck like never before experienced but wanted to many times more thereafter.  Her cunt clenched her Daddy’s dong; she felt herself cumming; she wanted it never to end.
	“Oh, God!  Oh, God!  OH!  FUCK-GOD-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-GOD!” she exclaimed—loudly.  Maggie clutched her naked lover as she shuddered unbelievably so.  She wanted to fuck session never to end but then again she did.
	Maxwell strained to get his nut.  He drove his cock into his daughter’s quim stretching to almost horrific stretches.  The feelings were almost more than he could stand.  Finally, though, the cumming began—and that event was almost as incredible as the act of which brought it about!

Vos vet zein, vet zein!  What will be, will be!  I reversed the second vet zein to zein vet for rhyming purposes…so sue me
	Hot pudding—great.
	Acing exams—fantastic.
	Scoring winning goal (soccer) and receiving accolades from mates—yes!
	Blowjob from hot nanny?   WOW!  Hoo-rah! Yip-yip-yah-hooey!
	Then there was sticking his willy into Gracie’s cunt.  Nanny Fine had sucked and sucked and sucked (and sucked) Brighton’s cock into a new state of arousal.  And inasmuch as getting a hummer was a-fucking-fantastic, slipping his bone into his little sister’s cunt was equally so.  And while he slipped his bone into his little sister’s cunt—Nanny Fine caressed his ass!
	And after Gracie—
	No “electronic mind altering device” was in use—save for the one utilized by the two unseen spies.  Nanny Fine, 39 (and holding) laid herself out on the boy’s bed, legs spread.  Brighton stared and stared at the bald beaver greeting him.  He was mindless.  Pure and simple.  He had just fucked his baby sister—and that was righteous!  Now he was going to fuck his nanny!
	Boning Gracie was pretty good; Brighton’s cock went thru a myriad of sensations never before experienced.  There had been a little discomfort—mainly on Gracie’s part when her hymen was breeched.  Other than that it was cherry.  Brighton didn’t want to hurt his sister—just fuck her.
	“Don’t worry, hon,” Fran said to the little girl, “the more you do it the better it gets.”  She said same to Brighton who already deduced as much.  A little cleanup and it was right back to business—and Brighton’s schlong never wavered not even a little bit.	
	Gracie fingered herself while watching her brother fuck their nanny.
	Brighton didn’t have an overly impressive cock like Fran was used to but it wasn’t so much the SIZE of the dick but the technique.  And the fact that it was a little boy also played a part.  More than once and did Fran have to slow the boy’s invasion down a might.  He was pretty good, a respectable cock for a thirteen year old.  He seemed to have a natural talent.  
	Brighton came.
	Franny Fine came.
	Gracie—got sore fingers and sort of maybe came.
	Heaving, gasping for breath, sweating, Nanny Fine caressed and cooed to her young lover—she had had sex with younger boys.  She adored the young man who had just boned her.  Thirteen was a good age.  Gently she pulled him up her lithe slicked body placing him in position straddling her chest.  The boy’s cum squirter was still mightily hard and still spurting spunk.  Gracie’s eyes bulged as she watched her brother do his first “titty fuck.”
	Downstairs on the kitchen table and Daddy Maxwell was doing likewise to daughter Maggie.  Maggie sucked on the slicked gooey head as it poked its way between her teenage titties.  Tingling sensations unknown seethed at her cunny causing her legs to go crazily dancing about madly.  She wanted more of her Daddy’s dong in her cock hungry cunt.
	Maxwell was just about at his limit—he had boffed the nanny not long ago, boned his daughter all the night long, and was on a second helping of doing same again to same daughter.  Slightly did he worry about being caught—if Nanny Fine walked in on them—well, hmmm, he wasn’t sure but thought she might be cool with that.  Might.  If Brighton should walk in on them?  Hmmm  Not sure how the young man would think about that.  Maxwell thought his son was an ok egg, not athletic but an ok egg.  Maxwell also believed that the boy probably wanted to fuck Maggie.
	That was a healthy thought—and should Max find his son and daughter sexually engaged well, Max would be ok with that.  Jealous perhaps but ok with their incestuous relationship.  Should there be one.
	And Gracie?  If Gracie should find her Daddy and sister fooling around?
	Maxwell wasn’t prepared to entertain that happenstance.  He blasted a fresh hot load of goo onto his sweet daughter’s face and was literally spent.  He had no more.  He needed time to recover—another shower.  Alone.  Maggie also needed a shower—and she followed her delirious Daddy to his shower and was not denied entry.  They embraced, kissed, groped, and stood bracing one another as the cooling refreshening waters sprayed them.
	Brighton wasn’t himself—he would never be himself again.  After fucking his little sister and THEN his nanny his world was rocked.  Gracie wasn’t so much into “sucking” his dick “Ewewe, spew, it’s yucky!” she proclaimed.  So be it, she was willing to spread her legs and let him hump therein her dainty sex so that was cool.
	Franny took Gracie to her room.
	Brighton lay on his bed, naked, steaming.  His cock was in some agony but it was alright.  It kinda/sorta felt good.  Kinda sorta.  His thoughts fell to Maggie.  There had been times (when she was younger) when she playfully pranced about the house naked.  Then she got a little modest and by the time she was Gracie’s age (ten) the nude dancing and prancing was over—but she continued dancing and prancing in her underwear.  Until she turned twelve and then true modesty overcame her.
	But during those times, Maggie had been pretty cool—during those times she had had no problem with dweeb brother Brighton seeing her dance and prance naked.  Most times and it was no big deal, Brighton was three years younger and most times seeing his sister naked didn’t affect him.
	‘go find your sister.’ a Voice said.
	Brighton sat up.  His mouth hung open, his cock was still incredibly hard.
	‘go—find—your sister.’ the Voice reiterated.
	Brighton slid off his bed and nakedly went seeking his sister Maggie.  And found her—in the downstairs guest bathroom—in the shower—with their Daddy!  The nude boy (with a raging hard-on) stood in awe watching his Dad and sister grope one another in the shower.  The glass door was one that distorted the image of whoever was within but Brighton deduced who was there just the same.
	Slowly the boy began to masturbate.  Seemed the thing to do.
	In the shower—although he was spent and then some, Maxwell stuffed his smoldering schlong up his daughter’s cornhole.  Seemed the thing to do.  Maggie turned about and was fondled all over by her Daddy; fingered, tweaked, fondled.  Then, still feeling the desire to get boned she “bent over” and Maxwell wasn’t going to let an opportunity pass him by.  After fingering the girl’s backdoor a bit (and soaping up his cock) in he went.  Maggie parted a cheek with one hand and braced herself against the back wall of the shower with the other.

	Max’s cock screamed as inch by daddy inch he slid near effortlessly into the hole.  Gripping her hips he slid most of the way in before pulling out and slapping his smoldering aching cock against her ass.  ‘send in the stunt cock!’ he mused as he thought of his job as a director.  Maxwell Shellfield was a producer of plays at the local theatre; he wrote plays for major theatres, too.
	Down between Maggie’s legs his cock went—the strength to sodomize just wasn’t there.  He fingered her pussy and found himself biting her shoulder!  Maggie fingered her sex, helping her Daddy fingering her sex, tweaked her nipples and had a flaming desire to get fucked-fucked-fucked.
	Upstairs, in Gracie’s room, Nanny Fine was teaching the little girl the fine art of fellatio—using a fake dick in lieu of a real dick.  Little Gracie, still naked, giggled and blushed as she put her mouth down around the life-like cock.  There were no “testicles” attached and the cock wasn’t that big.  Still, though, for a ten year old engulfing the schlong was a bit of a challenge.
	Afterwards and Fran kicked up their private session by sliding the phallic into Gracie’s cunt.  Not all of it but enough.  Then gingerly the prong was worked in.
	“Did you like what your brother did?” Fran asked cautiously.
	“Yeah,” answered the little girl sheepishly, “but it kinda hurted a little.”
	“For your first time you did good.” cheered Fran.
	“And it gets better?” Gracie asked.
	“Oh, yes, you bet your sweet little face!” and cuffed the little girl’s chin.
	“And doing that other thing?  What about that?”
	“Sucking his schlong?” Fran giggled.  “Well, it might be yucky at first but lemme tell ya, it gets lots better!” she smiled and to further impress little Gracie took the phallic she had been working on in the girl’s pussy and SUCKED IT!
	Oy!

	The sliding door opened; Max and Maggie stepped out and there stood thirteen year old Brighton with a raging boner.
	“BRIGHTON!” shouted Maxwell.  “What are you doing!?”
	Brighton not missing a step (or stroke) said “I know what I’m doing—question is—what are YOU doing!?”
	Can we say busted?  Thought you could.
	Maxwell was stumped, shocked, stymied.  For some reason he asked,
	“What do you want?” as to appease him and keep his mouth shut.
	Brighton smiled, ‘I’m thinking Porche, kicked up allowance, tickets to the concert of my choice, and—k’ “blowjob.” 
	“Blowjob” was what came out.
	Maggie stood before her naked Daddy, his rock steady cock pressed downward between her cheeks.  Maggie was hot!  Brighton’s bright eyes took the young woman in all over and her nakedness got him even hotter.
	‘g’head, suck his dick.’
	Maggie moved slowly but came to rest on her knees before her naked brother.  Sucking his dick was not out of the question but it had just never “come up.”  Maxwell stood where he was with a blitzed mind.  Brighton’s eyes were on his sister.  Maggie’s mouth moved effortlessly up and down the boy’s shaft; she cupped his balls with one and smoothed her hand over his ass with the other.
	Dmitri’s eyes were on Maggie—the naked vixen was quite a looker.  She had a nice form; very blond hair—as opposed to her father’s raven dark hair.  She was tall (non-athletic) but for the lack of athletism she made up for it in other ways.  Standing in awe behind his daughter was a very-very bewildered Maxwell.
	Brighton, too, was bewildered.
	Maggie sucked and sucked her dweeb brother’s schlong receiving a generous amount of young teenage boy jiz for her efforts.  Moments later and the boy was pumping steadily into his sister’s cunt with only a little coercion from the unseen Dmitri.  Squatting behind them was the kids’ father who was totally enthralled at the kids’ doings.  Watching a sex act take place before him that involved his children was some kind of unique turn on.

	Later on that same day…
	Having kids is one of the greatest paradoxes of life.
	In need of answer about boys, Maggie went seeking the one person who would know—Nanny Fine, of course.  And Nanny Fine was standing butt bare assed naked before her floor length mirror supporting only a strap-on dildo.  Of course!  
	“Nanny Fine!” exclaimed the awestruck girl—barging in again.
	Franny whirled around—“Jeeze Louise!” she squeaked, “No one knocks around ‘ere?” but she was alright with Maggie’s presence and delighted in showing her the wondrous device—as well as let her try it out and on.  Firstly, blowing Dmitri and DJ’s mind, Maggie stripped off her clothes then “got on her knees” and sucked the life-like cock dildo.  Fran spanked herself and ran her fingers thru Maggie’s short & sassy blond hair.
	Then, laying down like a ‘ho, Maggie received Fran’s schlong to her cunny.
	Just as Maggie was climaxing (and being vocal about it)—who should waltz in?  Right, the girl’s father.  Upon hearing his child announcing “I’m cumming!  I’m cumming!  I’m God-fucking-damn cumming!” passing by her bedroom Maxwell got curious.  She was cumming but he wasn’t involved.  Having sex with Brighton again?
	“MIZ FINE!” shouted Maxwell on seeing the naked tart with a strap-on schlepping a life-like cock into his teenage tart daughter.
	“OH!  Missta Shellfield!” said a not so frightened Nanny Fine.  “Come join us!”  seemed the thing to say (and do.)  She didn’t withdraw the fake schlong but kept on fucking.  Maggie clung to Fran’s arms as she wiggled on the bed experiencing a hellacious orgasm—multiple hellacious orgasms.
	“Come, Daddy, (and he was) come fuck my ass!” Maggie said to a startled and very bewildered Maxwell.
	Well, what was a daddy to do?
	Dim was amused; invisible sidekick DJ was bemused.
	It was a little awkward and clumsy but the task of double penetrating Maggie was done—and she loved it!  It was a mind blower for Max, though.  But stuffing his schlong into his daughter’s cornhole while Nanny Fine fucked her pussy—well, it was extraordinary and no words could express.

	And no words could express when Maxwell found his son screwing Gracie.  Only this—and nothing more!  The man “barged” in on his son to see how HIS day was doing—this after the day was done and Max’s mind gone—only to find his naked son on top of his naked sister—fucking!
	What a day!
	Max was, of course, at first alarmed and horrified.  Then realization snuck in—he was screwing the kids’ nanny AND boning Maggie!  He seemed to have harbored no thoughts of doing same to Gracie.  In that he was a decent hardworking man of fatherhood.
	That changed later on that night—
	Gracie awoke just after midnight in the need of sustenance (again.)  And again she made her way to the stairs once more pausing at her sister’s bedroom door.  There were grunts and groans again but no callings for “FUCK ME, DADDY!  OH, GOD IN HEAVEN PLEASE FUCKING FUCK ME!” the grunts and groans this time were more subtle.  The bed was squeaking and Gracie once more “peeked” in.
	It was her Daddy this time round but Nanny Fine!  Gracie couldn’t see much but it seemed like Nanny Fine was on the bed on her knees behind Maggie whose butt was arched up into the air and Nanny Fine was humping her!  Like her Daddy, Gracie’s mind was frapped.  She didn’t go back to her room like she had the previous night but managed to go on down to the kitchen as intended.
	Sitting in bewilderment having a hunk of fudge and milk she almost didn’t hear her Daddy come into the kitchen.  Both startled one another as Gracie hadn’t turned on any additional lights other than the ambient light of the electronic devices (stove, fridge, microwave, clock).
	Maxwell was in bewilderment—still.
	Gracie was in awe and bewilderment.
	A little midnight chit-chat between father and daughter—and Maxwell hiding the fact that he had a raging fucking hard-on as he, too, had seen Nanny Fine and Maggie going at it.  And at length, after downing the milk, little Gracie made her way to her father’s lap and occupied it.  Most times and Maxwell was ok with his precious child’s occupancy but when there was a boner involved it sort of made things awkward.
	The matter only worsened when it was discovered Gracie had no underpants on and her wiggling and freed her Daddy’s hardened schlong AND said schlong was resting hotly right against her hot steaming ten year old cunny!  Oh!	
	OH!  What was a daddy to do!?
	Cupping his child’s ass was about all Maxwell was ready to entertain.
	Then,
	Gracie began grinding herself—her sex, against his cock.
	Max’s already frapped mind was becoming lambasted.
	This wasn’t happening!  This simple cocksucking fucking wasn’t happening!
	Then it began to feel good.
	Damn the pillar image.  Damn the fatherly love.  Damn the fatherly taboo.
	“Oh, baby!” Max whispered.
	“Yes, Daddy—ooooooh, yes, Daddy—you can do me.”
	Max nearly fainted.  What was she saying!?  “Do me?”  “Yes, Daddy, you can DO me!”  that wasn’t right.  That wasn’t right at all.
	But it sure felt good!
	When the blue light from the stove clock indicator read out digitally 1:48AM, nearly thirty minutes after Gracie came to sit on his lap, Max’s fatherly schlong was IN Gracie’s pussy.  His eyelids fluttered, his heart was beating straight out of his chest; he couldn’t think, barely breathe, barely move.  Gracie did most the “moving” as her young body moved UP and DOWN her Daddy’s invading prong.
	“Oooooh, yes, Daddy—that feels GOOD!”
	‘don’t worry yourself about it,’ cooed the Voice, ‘just go with it.’
	And Maxwell did just that.  Gripping Gracie’s naked ass he aided the girl UP and DOWN his shaft with amazing results.  The entire length of his “adequate” cock slid into her.  Not effortlessly, mind you, but it was IN.
	And it was fucking well fantastic!
	The sensation of entering Gracie was just as (if not moreso) incredible as doing Maggie.  His cock shuddered inside Gracie’s young poon; his body as a whole trembled as juts of his fatherly love cream spewed inside the girl’s sex with such a force he was ejected as he ejacted!
	When the clock on the stove read 2:30, who should traipse down into the kitchen?  That’s right—Brighton!  He wasn’t expecting his father to be sitting at the breakfast table and was caught off guard.  Way off guard—the boy wore his bathrobe (but nothing else.)  When his father said “Good morning!” and Brighton whirled around startled—there it was.
	What was?
	Brighton’s ever present ever so hard cock.
	Max suddenly remembered the morning whereupon his young son had his way with Maggie.  Then, later on, was seen boning Gracie, too.  Was he getting it on with Nanny Fine, too?  Max mused and figured it was so.  It didn’t bother him.
	“Come here.” Max said not-too-sternly to his basically nude son.
	With mild trepidation the boy shuffled to his father’s side.  Max tried not to be gay and stare at his son’s exposed hard schlong—but for thirteen years young the boy had an impressive willy.
	Maxwell soon found himself with his hand up inside his son’s open bathrobe caressing his son’s ass!  His cock was still smoldering from the intense fuck it had just done with Gracie.  And for some reason, Brighton bent over then leaned over and positioned himself across his father’s lap!
	It had been a long while since Maxwell had laid a hand to his son ass.
	And never a bare ass!
	Brighton hiked up his bathrobe and Maxwell found himself smoothing his hand over the boy’s bare bum—and liking it!  Doing same to Maggie and Gracie was one thing—but Brighton?
	Rub-rub-rub; caress-caress-caress.  Then, squeezing a cheek here and squeezing a cheek there a swift smack to the bare ass seemed the next process.  Then another smack followed by another.  Not too hard but enough to “brighten” Brighton’s butt.
	Then the boy was straddling his father’s lap.  The two hugged and the next thing you know—Maxwell’s cock was poking his son’s shitter!  It was!  Penetration came soon thereafter.
	Lots of grunting followed—but not as much as you think, for, young Brighton was sodomizing himself!  The toilet plunger was his fave, but various household candlesticks sufficed as makeshift penetrators, too.
	There wasn’t a lot of ejaculate expelled frothingly from Max’s cock—but there was enough to slather his shaft and musk his balls.  He loved his son (and how!) and hugged him afterwards.  Brighton yawned and sleepily returned to his room leaving his father in the kitchen bewildered as ever.
	The digital clock on the stove read 3:15 and who should enter the kitchen?
	No, not Fran Fine.
	No, not Gracie, either.
	Maggie?
	Right.
	Max groaned.
	Max groaned more when he realized his teen tart was naked.
	Naked!
	His cock ached.  The desire to fuck was there (and how!) but the actually follow thru was lacking.  Maggie was startled to see her Daddy sitting at the table.  Then she smiled and stifled a toot.  After downing a glass of milk she came to sit on her Daddy’s lap.
	Somehow he managed to coax her to her knees.
	Maggie was cool with that.  She gripped her Daddy’s cock, toyed with it, then began kissing it before devouring and sucking it.  She mused as she engulfed the funky schlong—noting how funky it was.
	‘Hmmm, smells like one of Brighton’s farts!’
	Upstairs and while Fran Fine schlepped her strap-on dildo into Brighton’s asshole, Brighton shoved his in Gracie’s hole.  What a family!  Dim was pleased, DJ was pleased; Max was pleased, family was pleased.  Time to depart to visit someone else.
	End.