August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 13
And the Saga Continues
Vignettes 

One night at Shagnasty’s House of Nasty Shagging
	“So, I did like he said, I took off my clothes.” 
	Speaking softly, “And then what happened?  Go on.”
	“I stood there; he—he just stared at me.”
	“And the other girls?”
	A long pause for reflection, then; “Yeah, he had them take their clothes off, too.  We all stood naked and he just stared at us.  Just stared at us.” The girl speaking sighed as she had reached another plateau explaining the “night.”  The night she had her girlfriends acquired some fake IDs and snuck into a club downtown.
	Shagnasty’s House of Nasty Shagging was the hottest club ever.  It was a converted warehouse, a brick house, converted into a trendy hangout for all kinds of people—mostly those into hip-hop music.  Dancing, drinking, carousing, and hardcore very intimate dancing.  Almost inappropriate dancing.  Most parents of teens who went there forbid them to go there.  Most teens disregarded their parents as most teens did and went there anyways.  The only teens who got in were the teens who had fake IDs; Shagnasty’s House was for the young adult crowd who were 21 years and older.
	“What happened after the man had you take your clothes off?”
	Valerie Hugatable stared blankly into space—much as she had been doing since she had been found wondering down a back road—naked.
	“He spanked me.”
	The interviewer nodded; using both hypnosis techniques and an EMAD the sordid story of what happened to the fifteen year old girl was told.
	Valerie licked her lips thoughtfully; then,
	“I put my hands on a rail.”
	“A rail?
	“Yeah, there was a handrail like thing going around a desk.”
	“And then the man spanked you?”
	Valerie sighed deeply, nodded her head, “Yeah.”
	A moment of silence passed; then, “Bare handed or did he use something?”
	“It was a paddle, a handball paddle—at first.”
	“At first?  Then what was used?”
	“A wooden tennis racket.” A tennis racket size without the strings.
	The interviewer took a turn at sighing but continued with his calm voice manipulating the girl before him still using hypnosis to make her relax and the electronic mind altering device to get her to divulge her horrific experience.
	“Then he told me to go to my knees.”
	In the adjoining room stood Valerie’s parents; Heath and Clara Hugatable.  They were beyond grief about what had happened to their daughter and would not have submitted her to the deep questioning had it not been for the fact that she was the only one found—her friends, Amanda, Nellie, and Tori had yet to surface.  And it had been “several” days since Valerie had been found wandering the country road.
	“Then what happened?” the interviewer asked already knowing.
	“I sucked his dick.” Valerie said blatantly and without hesitation.	
	Clara Hugatable nearly fainted.  Heath lowered his head—he pretty much knew what else had happened and didn’t want to hear or know about the details.
	The pretty fifteen year old black girl went on with the details anyways.
	“He put his dick in my mouth and I sucked it.” she said plainly and factly—much to the dismay of her parents, especially her mother who nearly fainted.
	Then, why he asked it was not known but the interviewer asked:
	“Was this the first time you’ve done such a thing?” suck dick.
	There was no pause, no hesitation, the girl shook her and was mostly herself and replied, “Oh, no, I’ve sucked off my brother and boyfriend.  Not at the same time.”
	Clara Hugatable fell to the floor in a heap.  Upon hearing the confession about his fifteen year old daughter sucking off her thirteen year old brother—Heath did not faint but grew a little upset.
	Valerie was nonchalant in her answers and re-telling of her experience.  The mind being a complex entity is easily susceptible to manipulation by outside sources—hypnosis and electronic mind altering devices.  She was herself to a point.  The interviewer pressed on.
	“And then what happened?”
	The spanking had been brash—the small handball/ping-pong paddle and when she couldn’t hardly stand it anymore the man brought out the tennis racket sized paddle that was all wood.  Then, when asked if she wanted to be spanked some more (and the man brought out a 2-inch wide strap)—Valerie begged and pleaded “No, no more!”
	To wit the man had the naked teenager go to her knees and suck him.

*

	Shagnasty’s; one of the most incredible hot spots in the Tri-County area.  Yeah, teens went there but so long as they weren’t drinking they were ok to boogie to the wee hours of the night.  But since alcohol WAS served there—teens weren’t supposed to be inside period.  Have fake ID and screw that.  Cops in uniform and not-so-much uniform were a constant factor in busting teens, bar tenders, the owners, but did little to deter the massive crowd usually bursting the fire code on the Friday and Saturday nights.
	Teens as early as thirteen caught wind of the popular spot and couldn’t wait until they were old enough to attend legally.  The hottest acts local and well known, established on the mainstream and high school played there on the stage.  Hip-hop, raggie, Ska, and even country jammed there making Shaggy’s the place to be if you wanted to be known and seen.
	Valerie and her close friends were fifteen and could not absolutely wait another six years to be legal.  Tori Qu was sixteen, though, AND had access to a car.  Her driver’s license, however, limited her from taking on “passengers” her age, younger, or up to eighteen years of age.  Fuck that.  None of the girls thought of or even considered for a moment the consequences of their actions.  All that was important to them was “getting inside”.

	“Then what happened?”
	A brief pause, then:  “He pulled out of my mouth and fucked my face.”
	Valerie’s mother, Clara, had just recovered from her brief faint when she heard her teenage daughter describe in mild detail her experience.  The interviewer was a little nervous and scribbled down Valerie’s story on paper—Valerie’s statement was also recorded.
	“Do you want spanked some more?” the man asked.
	Valerie was horrified and shook her head absolutely definitively “NO!”
	“Get on the desk.” Whether or not the “man” was Shagnasty or not was not clear; no one had ever really seen the man “Shagnasty” to owner and operator of the hot spot bearing his name.  The “man” was described by Valerie as being “over six feet” tall (a few cunt hairs over 2-meters.)  Big body, front football (American) linesman; bald head, beady eyes, dark glasses, diamond earrings, big dick.
	On the desk and Valerie “spread her legs”.  The man “possibly” Shagnasty put his fingers to her pussy, fiddled with the clit, then delved his fingers into her sex.  It made her uncomfortable but it was better than being spanked—again.
	Then one of her friends was called up, fifteen year old Amanda.
	Amanda Jiggywithit was a very dark skinned African-American.  Her hair was thick and done up on her head with some colorful bandanas.
	“She had to lick my pussy.” Valerie stated.
	The statement was boggling to the girl’s mother.  Valerie’s father sweated and seemed nervous.  He held his wife with eyes closed listening in the adjoining room as their daughter retold her horrifying tale.
	“Amanda licked me out then sucked on the man’s cock, too.” followed by Amanda guiding the man’s cock into Valerie’s pussy.  Valerie thought she would come apart—“The size of the man’s cock was way bigger than anything I’ve experienced before.” the girl said factly.  Too factly.  Experienced?  Before? 
	Staring at a clock on the wall Valerie noted that it took just three minutes for the man to cum.  The man strained and came; pulled out and slapped his cock against her pussy, shoved it into Amanda’s mouth, then back into Valerie’s cunt to finish off.  And,
	“Amanda had to lick me clean then got up onto top of me.”
	Heath Hugatable was more than uncomfortable—for various reasons unknown.  Continuing to hold and hug his wife he sighed and continued to listen to the sordid details of his daughter’s experience that “one night at Shagnasty’s.”

	“She sat on my face then laid down my body.” Valerie said.  “The man started bare hand spanking her; she screamed into my pussy—which is what I think the man wanted.  He chuckled anyways.” Then began spanking the very dark skinned girl with his cock—followed by a ping-pong paddle.
	“Hold her ass open.” Valerie was told.
	Shaggy then put his throbbing hard 9-incher to the girl’s bung hole.
	Amanda Jiggywithit was not an anal virgin but she definitely hadn’t taken a cock like Shagnasty’s.  Her naked body melded with Valerie’s as she clung to hang on—and endure being so righteously sodomized.  Thankfully, not ALL of the man’s mamba slithered into her hole.  And as preferred, Amanda did scream into Valerie’s pussy.
	“I saw his balls—right in my eyes!” commented Valerie.  “He went most of the way into her, then pulled out and went into her pussy.”
	Valerie’s mother didn’t know how much more she could listen too.  The blatancy of her daughter’s retelling was also hard to take.  More to follow—
	“He fucked her hard going most the way in before he started cumming.”
	Rivers of cum drenched Valerie’s face.  Shaggy pulled out and re-shoved his fuck stick into Amanda’s funk hole going in a little further than before.  He also began a new round of spanking—bare hand spanking to Amanda’s ass.  Valerie had always thought that when a guy came and got off fucking a girl’s pussy his cock sort of died out.

	Not Shagnasty’s cock.  The man had cum; filled Amanda’s cunt to the max, stuffed himself back into the girl’s asshole and possibly came off therein, too.  The horrid black man then pulled out and slapped Valerie’s face (with his saucy cock) before going back around to Valerie’s cunt.	
	More cock slapping then he was in—going into Valerie’s cunt; pulling out and stuffing himself into Amanda’s mouth.  Oh!  Valerie flung herself about as much as she could under the weight of Amanda.  Then her legs were pinned back locked under the arms of Amanda.
	There was a long pause, “And then?” asked the interviewer.
	Valerie stared straight thru the man; he was not a detective but a psychologist.  The setting was not at a police station but the psychologist’s office.  Valerie had spent days in the hospital not talking.  Valerie was the only one found; no Nellie, Tori, or Amanda.
	After getting into Shagnasty’s House of Nasty Shagging, the girls ooh and awed their way around finally getting a table and continuing to ooh and awe at the people and everything else.
	They ordered drinks; popular trendy drinks everyone else was having.
	They danced.
	They got felt up.
	Dirty dancing with guys they didn’t know—dancing more than just “close.”
	More drinking.  More oohs, awes, wow factor to the stars.
	Then,
	The bald black man possibly Shaggy came to them and beckoned them to come with him.  The girls were unsure and Nellie wanted to bolt.  But they followed the man thru the throng of peoples up some stairs, around the stage, and thru a security door to a hallway.
	“Pictures of naked women were on the walls.” Valerie remarked.
	People having blatant sex, guys white and black standing with huge enormous dongs; sex acts, harems, spankings, everything all down this one hall seemingly directly behind the main stage.
	Thru another door, up some stairs, down a plain hallway to an unmarked door.  Inside the girls sat down on some black vinyl sofas.  Nothing on the walls here.  Not even a plant or planter was in the plain room!  The walls were wood paneling; the room was about the size of Valerie’s bedroom (12x12).  A door was behind the man’s desk.  The desk was a gray metal desk with an odd appendage attached—a large stainless steel handrail like at the airport, mall, public bathroom.
	Nothing was on the desk.
	“Let’s have your IDs, ladies.” The man said flatly and sternly—already knowing that the girls were not legal.
	Reluctantly the girls forked over the fake IDs.
	“Hmmm,” Shagnasty said nodding his head, “not bad.” He chuckled and tossed the IDs into a desk drawer.  “Not bad, not real, but not bad.”  He then folded his hands together; save for the earrings (diamond) he wore no other jewelry.
	“Ladies,” he said, “if the cops or flunkies working for the cops, should catch a person not of legal age to be in here—this place gets shut down.”
	Valerie felt sick, hot, and in some fearful trepidation.
	“The place gets shut down and there goes all the people working here unemployed.  Now, you don’t want to see that happen, do you?”
	“N-no, sir.” squeaked Nellie.
	“And I just bet your parents have no idea where you are—do they?”
	The girls unwisely shook their heads No.
	“Perfect.” The man said leaning back in his matching metal chair.  “So here’s what we’re going to do.” He spoke well but with a thick heavy deep “black” voice.  Dressed in a suit of dark slacks, a matching jacket with a simple black tee-shirt, the man was menacing in his fit.  He stood and came around the desk sitting on the front with hands folded at his lap.
	“You’re going to stand up, take off your clothes, and be punished.”
	Valerie looked to the man being very stunned.
	Amanda’s jaw dropped—did she hear what she thought she heard?
	Nellie teared up.
	Tori pursed her lips and also got teary.
	Valerie was a light skinned African-American, Amanda as previously mentioned a dark skinned girl.  Nellie had a white mother and a black father.  Tori Qu was Chinese-American.
	“Stand up,” Shaggy said again, “take off your clothes.”
	The girls gulped for air and for some semblance of sanity.
	There was no mentioning of a “device” involved—the girls seemingly acted on the words of the man in charge of their future (or lack thereof.)  The girls stood, nervously, and one by one began undressing dropping their clothes at their feet, jewelry also.
	Nellie was close to panicking, Tori was close to breaking losing it.
	“Then everyone just sort of seemed to calm down.”
	Hmmm
	Then there came the spanking, rape, and sodomy.
	“The man put it up my ass—it felt like the whole thing!” Valerie’s words were straightforward, direct, to the point.  Nothing left for the imagination—the MAN put it (cock) up my ass.  And it felt like the whole thing!  Then she added,
	“It was nothing like when Dante does me that way.”
	Dante being her thirteen year old horny brother.
	Clara fainted again.
	“He came off again, I guess.” Valerie continued.  She took a long pause, set back in her chair and seemed to be musing, going over the antics in the drab pale private office.  Minutes passed—minutes of happening in the office passed also.  Then Valerie heard,
	“Jack me off.”
	Amanda still sat positioned on Valerie—she didn’t know to whom the man was speaking to.  Soon, though, she heard the unmistakable sound of masturbation in progress—male type.
	“Kind of like when my brother does it.”
	Amanda finally moved off to the side then stood up being on the side of the desk with the chair.  Valerie sat up—
	“The man was standing before Nellie and she was working his cock.”
	Work-work-work.
	Finally, after several minutes a spurt of cum squirted and “splashed all over Nellie’s face and breasts.”
	“Nice job.” Shagnasty said.  “Now suck it clean!”
	Nellie was in panic mode but she leaned in to the man’s mamba-like cock and began sucking it.  She gagged, retched, and someone farted, but she sucked the cock until she puked.

*

Part II
	“Tori laid out on the desk with Nellie on top of her,” Valerie continued, “laying with her back down.” then, the man possibly Shagnasty himself, licked out both girls before having Valerie and Amanda do same.
	“I sucked his cock, played with his balls, and helped him put himself into Nellie and Tori.” And after the man had cum—
	“I licked up all the splooge from their pussies.”
	A loud clunk could be heard from the other room as once more Clara hit the floor.  Valerie was a good girl; well, she was a nice girl.  Not a straight “A” student but she wrote poetry that scored her accolades from fellow students and teachers; she was trying out for the cheerleader squad and read to younger children, too.
	At church she sang in the choir and helped seniors and children find their seats and Sunday School rooms.  She also read to children at the church and everyone thought she was a real nice girl.
	But “real nice girls” don’t say things like “cock” “suck” “pussy” “splooge” “up the ass” or give way the info that she was having illicit relations with her brother.

	And on it went.
	Each girl got royally fucked.  Pussy, mouth, asshole.
	Each girl got royally spanked, too.
	Then it got hazy.
	“Hazy?  How?” asked the interviewer.
	Valerie paused, a long pause.
	“I was licking out Amanda’s pussy; the man was behind me—in my ass pumping when—”
	“When what, Valerie?”
	Valerie gulped, thought thoughtfully, farted, then began nodding her head.
	“I got suddenly really sleepy.”
	And hot, like having an allergic reaction where the entire body gets hot and tingling.  “I went to sleep I guess.” Another long pause followed.
	“And when you woke up—you were on the road?”
	Valerie shook her head, “No.” more deep thinking.  Then she farted again.
	Licking her lips, “It was a van.”
	“A van?”
	“Yeah, I-I woke up—inside a van.”

*

Part III
Wherever you are—there you are
	She awoke with a hellacious headache.  A warm-warm feeling that tingled all over; her pussy and asshole were sore, and an icky-icky taste was in her mouth.  Dizziness and confusion went hand in hand and she was only moments (seconds) away from barfing.
	Thankfully, in the nick of time, some cool air came to her face.
	There was movement—she heard other people.  She couldn’t see them due to a blindfold about her eyes which only added to her ails.  Her arms and legs ached; a ringing in her ears increased and the cool air was doing little to soothe her.
	Then a loud noise came and there seemed to be a difference in “air pressure”.  Valerie detected the heavy scent of pine, fragrant wildflowers, a wild mint.  The air flowing over her naked body was much cooler; her stomach, however, continued to be upset.
	Suddenly hands were grabbing her hauling her out into the fresh air.  She couldn’t stand hardly and had to be held up.  There were birds and a woodpecker; bees and high pitched insect sounds.  Being sick was mere seconds away.  

 	Whosever’s hands were all over her, fingering roughly her pussy, spanking and squeezing her ass, fingering her dirt chute—then helped bend her over while her stomach evacuated.
	“Here,” said Shaggy, “drink this up.” It was an ice cold soda, non-cola that was more soothing and refreshing to an upset tummy.  The blindfold was removed and Valerie felt better—no less ill for her wear but better.
	She downed the soda then was offered some chips.  Shaggy was clothed.
	Valerie still felt un-well and wavered as she stood trying to come to grips with her predicament.  The sun was bright and warm and some time past noon.  There was a single lane dirt road and the feeling that not only were they in some deep woods but woods that were up high in some mountains.
	“Go sit on the log.” The man in charge of her future directed.  He handed her another soda, a small bag of chips, and seemed much kinder than he had been in his office.
	After sitting down and taking her time downing the soda her eyes widened as out of the van came a boy being about twelve.  The sun baked Valerie’s bare backside—she was mesmerized by the boy; he was Mexican-American and began undressing.
	Hardly thought one came to Valerie as the boy stripped to his skin.
	No thoughts about her companions, Amanda, Nellie, or Tori.
	No thoughts about her situation; the night at Shagnasty’s, the office, nothing.
	All her “thoughts” were dimmed; it was one of those “live for the moment” type things.  She sucked her soda, munched her chips, and watched the naked boy pee.  The man, Shaggy, kicked the boy’s clothes under the van and watched with approving nods as the nice looking boy peed.
	The van.
	“What kind of van was it?  Do you know?”
	“A big van, older than new; serious need of a paint job; mixed up paint and some places none at all.”  The primary colour was burnt cranberry.  The windows needed serious cleaning, too.  No windows passed the cab.  Plain wheels, no mag or custom.  It was a big non-descript American heavy duty van with plenty of room in the cargo area for passengers.  The Mexican-American youth wasn’t the only “extra” passenger.
	Of course!
	Another boy wearing glasses stumbled out and also threw up.
	Afterwards, he downed a soda then pissed on his clothes.
	The first boy, Carlos, came over to sit beside Valerie.

	Mario joined them; each boy having a fresh soda to drink and brought another over for Valerie, too.  Both boys seemed very confused and trying to get a grip on what was happening.  And what was happening was a white boy came out of the van.  He also looked ill and ready to puke—but didn’t.   He practically slammed his soda offering, stripped off his clothes and was pretty much very much in need of “sun”.
	After pissing on his clothes he came over to those already on the log.  The still clothed man kicked the pissed on clothes under the van and—brought out a white girl also in need of sunshine.  She was about thirteen, Mario and Carlos were twelve while the lily white boy was a mere ten.
	Thirteen year old Allison wanted to be a fighter and though she accepted the soda offering the command to “strip” didn’t sit well with her.  So Shaggy got jiggy with it whirling the girl around and pressing her against the van’s instep and face down onto the “shaggy” shag carpeting.
	Then he landed a hard-hard spank that jolted the kids on the log.
	So stricken was the thirteen year old girl that she couldn’t scream.
	Another hard-hard smack smacked the girl’s ass then her hair was grabbed and her head yanked back—only to be slammed into the carpet.  Despite the roughness the girl amazingly had strength and lashed out her foot to the man’s balls.
	“It seemed like he laughed it off, he chuckled, snickered and said something like “Nice try.””
	Valerie went silent for a moment.
	“And then what happened?” the interviewer had to ask.
	Valerie blinked her eyes and furrowed her brows remembering.
	“I don’t say he went ballistic but—”
	After the “kick” the bald headed black man roughly yanked the girl out of the van and to the piss puddle—slamming her face down to the puddle of piss the boys had made that had soaked thru their clothes.  More hard-hard spanking before the girl was slammed hard up against the side of the van’s open sliding door.  He then pressed himself against her and what was said wasn’t known to Valerie.
	The girl, Allison, slumped against the van.  Whether or not she was “broken” or merely due to some spoken threat, or whatever, the girl undressed.  No one on the log seemed to really take that much notice.  It was what it was—a teenage girl removing her clothes.
	Allison wiped her face off of pee and dirt and stood trembling leaning against the van’s sliding door.  She was a pretty girl, blond, blue eyes, nice sized titties, good clean skin.  She was the daughter of a preacher, too.  She didn’t have to pee (or didn’t but shook her head saying that she didn’t.)
	So she had to stand against the van, naked, drinking not one but three sodas.
	The man wanted her to pee.
	The man didn’t get his wish so he put the girl against the van’s instep and swatted her bare ass—hard.  Allison’s arms and legs flailed.  The group on the log flinched as the swats came turning the girl’s very white kinda flabby ass a brilliant shade of puce.  Maybe the realization that the girl was naked, he was naked, the girl was getting spanked and that got him off—but Carlos got wood.
	Confusion was all about the young boy’s mind; but he recognized that the girl being spanked was naked.  And she was naked.  Those two elements were cause to get a boner.  Mario also exhibited knowings that the girl being spanked was naked—and being spanked.  His preteen cock was hard but unlike Carlos, he wasn’t masturbating.
	After Allison clearly could take no more she stood above her very nice clothing and peed on them.  Afterwards, instead of going to the log to join the others she went to her knees sitting on her pissed on clothes.
	Another long pause.
	“What did the man do then?”
	“He pulled his penis out.” Valerie said factly.
	In the adjoining room watching and hearing thru a two-way window, Heath Hugatable closed his eyes.  It was bad enough that his teenage daughter had suffered sexual indignity at the club she was involved in further humiliation, too.
	“And?”
	“She sucked it.”
	Sniveling, crying, blubbering, the sweet teenage girl engulfed half of Shaggy’s very black very big dick.  She gagged as she sucked, she choked and was slapped on the face being warned “Don’t you fuckin’ puke on me, bitch!”
	Allison gobbled the dong and just when she was about to blow chunks she pulled out and barfed onto her clothes.  The girl had never sucked dick before.  The man wrenched her head back and jerked off cumming onto her face.
	“He then had her suck his balls.”
	Another clunk to the floor there would have been had not Valerie’s mother left the room.  Heath, alone in the darkened room, fidgeted in his chair—and slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y began massaging the heal of his hand to his aching cock.  The story of horror spilled from his daughter’s mouth was indeed horrid and terrifying.  He wanted nothing more to do that do see the man Shagnasty (or whoever) hung by his balls in a public square.
	On the other hand—Heath envisioned all that his daughter said.
	And it was getting him off!

	On her hands and knees the girl, Allison Weebatter, crawl to the log and take her place.
	“What the fuck is going on?” she asked blatantly.
	Valerie had no answer, nor did the boys assembled there.  All three boys had gotten hard-ons watching Allison being spanked, abused, forced to suck the man’s cock, then pee on her clothes.  After she came onto the log they slyly stopped abusing themselves—and waited.
	Kari Tacklebird wore braces; she almost slurred her speech but she made effort to speak and be understood.  She wore her light brown sand blond hair in a long-long ponytail; she could pitch a mean softball, climb just about any tree, run track with the boys, and play the harmonica.
	As soon as she exited the van her eyes locked onto those sitting on the log.
	She, of course, was witness to the abuse the bald black man with his cock out had done unto Allison.  Breathing hard and contemplating much, the girl pulled off her simple ballgame tee-shirt.  Kari was twelve, almost thirteen—in six months.  There were breasts, small mounds, nothing much to get excited about but the bald black man (with his cock out of his pants) groped them anyways and smiled.
	Gulping and sweating and trembling in some fear, the average looking girl undone her pants and pushed them down.  She stood up after doing so hoping that it would be enough.  Of course, it wasn’t.
	Pursing her lips and trying to get a grip on what was going on, Kari tugged down her panties—in slow motion.  A sudden scream from the group on the log disrupted further proceedings.  A bee had come to light on Allison and subsequently stung the preacher’s daughter.
	Pulling a cigar out of his shirt pocket the bald black man wadded up some tobacco and made a paste—involving some sopped up piss and applied it to the bee sting.
	“I hear bees everywhere.” Mario stated.
	Shaggy nodded and looked around noting the presence of the bees.
	“Back in the van.” The man told the group.  Allison held the tobacco paste with her fingers—the sting being on her upper right arm.  Kari had to sit down on the instep after everyone filed back in—the black man pulled off her shoes, socks, then her pants and panties.  She kind of sort of stared at the man—locking eyes firstly with his cold steely eyes then lowering them to his enormous black cock.
	“Get in,” he said in a deep baritone voice, “lest you want to get stung, too!”
	Kari turned going into the van, the black man smacked her ass (but not hard.)  She settled against the wall with her arms folded around her knees—like Allison and Valerie were doing.  The naked boys sat likewise.  Shaggy got into the driver’s seat and seemed to be the only one—the only adult.  The van was fired up and off they went.

	The road was long and rough; the dirt stirred up from the van’s tires filtered into the passenger area thru the two open windows choking those who were within.  There was a hill going down, then a long, long steep hill going up.  Plus the road wound this way and that, crossed over a cattle guard and a stream of water before stopping “somewhere” in the deep-deep woods.
	As soon as the sliding door was opened—it was spooky.
	By the time the van came to a stop it was evening type time and getting dark.  Everyone filed out, plus one more who hadn’t had her turn—Deelia.  She was a young black girl of ten years young.  She had pissed her pants so there was that.
	“Get some wood.” Shaggy told the boys.  Mario, Carlos, and Steve quickly (and nakedly) scattered about the immediate area picking up dead tree limbs.
	Deep woods, way off the beaten path.  Mostly pines there was but also a mix of cedars and spruce.  There was a creek nearby and not much else in the way of details.  There was a sort of campground as it had a fire pit and a picnic table that was kind of thrashed.
	The girls grabbed items from the van, ice chests and the like sitting them on the table.  Shaggy lit up a lantern and then got a fire started in the fire pit making a nice campfire in minutes.
	More sodas were handed out.  There was a weenie roast, potato chips, treats of this and cold chicken, too.  No one spoke.  Some sort of bird Valerie didn’t know what kind made a noise close by in the trees.  A breeze picked up and it got dark damn quick.
	Cold, too.
	After a time,
	“Come ‘ere.” Shaggy said to Deelia, the only one still clothed.
	The timid girl hesitated but came to the man who sat on a large rock that was just right for sitting.  Holding the young girl’s hands he looked her over; she had typical plastic pink and green braids in her hair that was twisted in cornrows.  She had baby fat cheeks but was otherwise pretty slender.
	The bald black man slipped off the girl’s top himself.  It was a short sleeved green shirt and it was tossed onto the fire.  The boys were no longer horny (or had boners) but were genuinely concerned for their welfare.  The girls stared and stared—waiting and watching.
	Strangely, Deelia did nothing as her knee length jeans were undone and tugged down to her bare feet.  Both Valerie and Allison felt sick.  Deelia’s panties were green, small, and her favorite pair.  They were rolled down her nimble legs and with her hands on the man’s shoulders she stepped out of her clothes and watched as they were tossed onto the fire.
	Then the girl was laid across the man’s lap and she was spanked.
	The first swat was an attention getter.  The girl’s arms and legs went wild; her naked body twisting all kinds of ways and the powerful hand brought instant pain and much discomfort to her tender bare ass.
	Subsequent swats, and there were five, were not so hard but intensified the first swat.  Then—the girl was stood up and hugged; her inflamed ass caressed, squeezed, and swatted lightly before the man stood and stripped off his clothes.
	“His cock was so hard it could have broken bricks!” Valerie stated.
	And right into Deelia’s face the naked bold cock was wavered.
	And right in front of their faces the group watched as the usually timid girl gripped the man’s cock AND SUCKED IT!  Just the head as that was about all she could get into her smallish mouth.  Her fingers barely could go about the girth of the man’s cock; she cupped his hairless balls and continued to suck-suck-suck.
	“Do you gotta go pee?” the man asked at length.
	She did.
	Shaggy angled himself on the rock, spread his legs, and beckoned Deelia to pee on him—specifically his cock and balls.  It was a little awkward and a lot clumsy but the girl at length straddled the man’s lap and pissed out a storm.
	She tooted, too.  This only broke up the boys who giggled.  The girls didn’t giggle but shuddered in fear (and cold) and a lot in fear.  And after Deelia had peed her fill she dismounted.  Shaggy clicked his fingers directing Allison to come to him.
	Reluctantly she did so.
	“Suck me.” he commanded.
	“Oh my God!” Allison uttered—the same statement the other girls said.
	And it wasn’t his big ass schlong he wanted her to suck but his balls.  His pissed on balls.  Valerie clenched up tight; the boys held themselves and didn’t watch.  Little Deelia—she giggled!
	Allison enveloped the man’s hairless piss soaked testicles and soon the man was hard-hard-hard.  And upside Allison face he began to hump, poking her in the mouth (and eye) before taking her across his knees and spanking her (again.)  But not hard.
	“Go get in the van.”
	Allison obeyed.  She rubbed her burning butt, sniffled, and made way into the van going to a far corner—she missed the boys being spanked as a result.
	“The boys?  The boys were spanked, also?” the interviewer asked.
	“Yeah, the one with the glasses, Mario.”
	Shaggy called for the boy to come to him and kinda/sorta reluctantly he did so.  He possibly knew what was in store for him and just wanted to get it over with.  He stood beside the man somewhat shielding his nakedness.  The man asked brazenly, “Do you suck cock?”
	To wit a stunned Mario shook his head and said emphatically “NO!”
	“I’ll give you a choice,” the bald black man snickered seriously, “Suck MY cock or take a spanking.”  Some choice!
	Mario stood nervously thinking it over.  Then,
	“I-I don’t want to s-suck.”
	And with that the black man pulled the naked preteen across his lap.
	“And no Device was seen being used?”
	Valerie shook her head.  She had said so to the police detectives also.  No Electronic Mind Altering Device had been seen.  But that, of course, didn’t mean one hadn’t been in use.  It had been discovered that Users of EMADs had the ability to initialize their Devices to sway the mind of their Subjects so as they did not know there was an EMAD in use.  Got that?
	After five good bare ass butt spanks the boy was stood up and told to “get in the van.”  He rubbed his burning tush and did so.  The man’s cold steel eyes fell to the next boy, Carlos.
	Carlos got the same choice—suck cock, be spanked.  Again, some choice!
	Carlos opted for spanking, too.
	And after his five swats he scrambled to the van and disappeared deep within.  All the while he was swatted the girls three clenched.  Their minds were empty—no thoughts were among them; about escaping, being spanked themselves, sucking cock, being out and out kidnapped, nothing.  There was nothing on their minds—live for the moment.  That was all.  Survive.
	Steve Catbang was ten; very blond hair, very white skin.  He was small frame but played soccer—he wore a soccer shirt bearing his name on the back.  Getting naked was one thing—in his room, in the bathroom, in the gym with the guys.  Getting naked in front of a huge massive black man was something else all together.
	“Come ‘ere.” the man said to Valerie.
	Valerie had no idea what was in store for her but she betted that it wasn’t going to be good.  She was right.  On her knees at the man’s side and before the trembling little boy—
	“Take his clothes off.”
	“Oh shit.” Valerie breathed.  It wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be but still—
	The shirt was a gym/game shirt, the breathable nylon type with a long undershirt underneath.  Both were removed “and tossed onto the fire.”  The boy’s beautiful blue eyes locked onto Valerie’s eyes.  She continued; undoing his pants that were gym type, too, and sliding them down.
	Holding her breath she tugged down the boy’s tidy whiteys.
	Pants and undies went onto the fire and the boy was positioned across the man’s lap.  The first swat sent reverberations thru Valerie who still sat on her knees now turned, though, to face the business that was bare ass spanking.  Steve wiggled, cried out, and shrieked a blood curdling scream when the second swat came just as hard if not harder.
	“STOP IT!” screamed Valerie who could feel the heat from the little boy’s ass.
	Surprisingly, the man stopped.
	The young boy cried and tried to rub his ass but the nasty bald black man held his flailing arms pinned behind his back.  The man stared coolly at the butting in girl.  Then he cocked his head and smiled slightly,
	“Take his place, then?”
	A proxy, of sorts.
	Valerie gulped and nodded her head.  She had already been swatted horrendously by the horrid man so what was a little more?  The very thought made her clench.  There were no thoughts of home, no thoughts of her parents, her horny brother, school, church, friends, or her three companions.  Her only thoughts were of the time being.
	The first swat nearly sent her out of her skin.
	“JESUS H FUCKING CHRIST! she bellowed.  The second swat and her blood was very likely boiling.  Three more swats?  Could she take three more swats?
	A finger came into her asshole—jamming DEEPLY and all the way.
	The finger removed the third swat came but didn’t seem to be as hard as the previous.  Still, though, it inflamed her ass and very body and soul.  Her toes curled and then curiously—
	“My pussy tingled.”
	The interviewer himself didn’t know how much more he could take.
	Another swat then her legs were spread and the black bald man began a rough bout of fingering her tingling pussy pressing his thumb into her asshole as well.  A strange feeling encompassed the teenager and she experienced something like an “out of body” experience.  She couldn’t explain it but she no longer felt the stings of the swatting.
	What happened after—she wasn’t sure.  Her next recollection was waking up inside the van.  The door was closed and she could see thru the dirty front window that it was dark—damn dark.  Inside the van it was a little funky and a lot stinky.  Where their tormentor was?  No idea.
	And Allison was missing also.

The fourth part
Rude awakenings
	The tormentor made an appearance, sliding open the door greeting the captives with a solemn deadpan face.
	“Get out.” he told everyone.
	Carlos, Mario, Steve, Kari, Deelia, and Valerie scrambled out of the van; the sun was up over the pines but the air was still brisk.  A campfire was in progress and hot chocolate was passed around.  Valerie couldn’t shake it but there seemed to be something different—the missing Allison was one thing and the somber mood of the bald black man another.
	“I have to pee.” announced Mario.
	So did Carlos.
	So did also Steve, Kari, Deelia, and Valerie.  Morning piss.
	Whether the bald black man’s mood brighten up or not was not clear but he was back to his old shenanigans by pulling Kari Tacklebird onto his lap.  The girl was nearly petrified.  Her legs draped over the huge man’s legs and she was angled in such a way so that her piss stream “wetted” Carlos who stood right between her legs—and after she peed on him he peed on her!
	That was followed by, “Lick her out!”
	Carlos hesitated—there was no option.  Not that he would take one (which would probably be “or take a spanking.”  Kneeling down the young boy sighed and looked hard at Kari’s pissed on pussy.  Pussy.  A girl’s pussy.  Bold and right there—right there in front in front of his face.  Then he leaned in and with eyes closed began to lick.
	Shaggy grabbed the boy’s head shoving it into the girl’s business almost trying to shove the boy’s head INTO the girl’s business!  He made a face but the distaste of the taste wasn’t too awful and he got into the girl’s crevice licking almost happily.
	Then the bald black man said, “Go ahead, put your dick in her.”
	Although Carlos Bumtree, twelve years young, wanted to know what sex was didn’t want to know what sex with Kari or to do so with everyone watching.  But again, in lieu of getting a royal ass beating “in front of everyone” he opted for the putting his dick into Kari.
	And that wasn’t such a bad thing.
	For some reason,
	“I-I couldn’t help myself,” Valerie spoke out, “when Carlos began fucking Kari—I-I began fingering myself.”  And it felt good.  And while parlaying her experience to the interviewer—she once more “fingered” herself (slyly, of course.)
	According to Carlos’ face—he liked what he was doing.
	According to Kari’s face?  Not so much.
	After a good hump the boy “got his nuts off and came hard inside the girl.”
	Then he pulled out and finished unloading ball juice all over the girl’s cunt.
	The bald brash black man cast his eyes to Valerie.
	Valerie lowered her head in the Interview room, pursed her lips and went silent.  A minute past.  Another minute elapsed.  Two more minutes—
	“Valerie, what happened after?”
	“I licked the cum off of Kari’s pussy.” Followed by “Then I sucked his dick.” She also sucked Mario’s cock.  The boy had to pee but after seeing Carlos fuck his cock nipped the need to relieve the bladder.  Valerie sucked his dick, his balls, then helped guide his cock into Kari’s pussy.
	Natural instinct took over and though lo the boy had never-ever had sex before and wasn’t even jerking off, the act of sexual intercourse came to be and happily (very happily) he pumped.  Valerie rubbed her hands on the boy’s ass, clutched his balls, and masturbated herself—either on her own or by Shaggy’s telling her so wasn’t known.
	After Mario’s spew—he did pee.
	And Valerie licked Kari’s cum drenched and pissed soaked cunt clean.
	“Lick her hole.” the bald black man said almost gruffly.
	Kari’s legs were pulled way back to angle the dangle.  Valerie had never licked a “hole” before.  At least it was clean and free of any pesky dingleberries.
	“I licked her hole then helped the man put the head of his cock into it.”
	And barely did the head of the man’s cock fit.
	And although ten year old Steve Catbang had to go pee he also had a rousing hard-on.  Valerie sucked it, sucked his hairless nut sac, then moved him into position whereupon he fucked Kari’s cunt merrily for several minutes.  He didn’t cum but he did pee…

	“Jack me off ‘till I cum.” The man told Valerie.  And while sucking his huge hairless balls “I jacked him off until he came.” Squirting a massive load of spunk into Kari’s stretched out asshole.
	Afterwards—after getting the man off, Valerie locked eyes with the man’s eyes locked to hers.  A minute passed.  “I-I didn’t know if he wanted me to lick Kari’s asshole or what.” 
	No, he didn’t.  Kari was turned over onto her stomach to lay across the man’s lap.  Then she was spanked—but not too hard.  The boys, one-two-three came to position themselves behind the girl and after Valerie sucked their schlongs one-two-three they sodomized Kari’s cum soaked hole with Carlos and Mario managing to cum off and Steve managing to pee.

	“Then I got my turn.”
	Valerie fell silent, again.  No longer fingering herself slyly, she stared blankly to the floor.  This time the Interviewer didn’t interrupt her thoughts and let her be.
	Five minutes later and she resumed her tale.
	“I had to pee; she I stood and peed in front of him pissing on his cock and balls.” The man giggled as she did so; then, instead of having her pussy fucked,
	“He had me lay down across his lap.” And spanked her—a little in between Hard and Not So Hard.  It smarted just the same and when she tried to protect her ass from the beating he very nearly broke her arms and hands.
	After the beating she had to spread her own cheeks and Kari was there to lick the hole.  Deelia was there to suck the cock of the first boy, Carlos.  Kari helped guide in the slobbered on cock for a proper butt fuck.
	And while Carlos reamed her whole, “I sucked off on the little white boy’s cock.”
	Carlos was a good fuck and creamed her hole in just minutes.
	Kari thought for sure she would have to lick the goobered hole or suck the funky foul cock.  But she didn’t.  Mario took his turn and Valerie continued to suck the little white boy.

	The “little white boy” was “missing” come the new morning.
	“The van was moving,” Valerie said, “I awoke and felt sick—all over.” How long the van had been moving she didn’t know.  As she came awake she noted the presence of Carlos, Mario, Kari, and no Steve.
	No Deelia, either.
	What had happened to them?  No idea.  Inasmuch as she didn’t know what had happened to Amanda, Nellie, Tori, she didn’t know about Allison, Steve, or Deelia.  They were just “gone.”
	At a new place that was not so much in the mountains but lower in elevation the remaining Shaggy crew filed out.  The girls stood to pee and the boys did as well.  It was midday.  There was a lunch—
	“Can you describe your surroundings?” the Interviewer asked.
	Valerie paused and tried to conjure up useful information.
	“Big rocks, boulders, in the side of very grassy hills.”  
	Grassy knolls, no sign of power poles.  A single dirt road, a lake off to one side, heavy/dense woods to one side, a barn—a green 1880s style barn.  It was all serene and tranquil—except for the being naked part.
	After the piss session,
	“Lay down, here.” The bald man directed Valerie to lay down on the clover; there was a huge field of clover, wildflowers, stinkweed.
	There, too, was a creek flowing down thru a pair of lush hills into a culvert that ran under the dirt road.  Valerie laid out on some soft clover and Kari laid on top of her, “Her pussy on my face.”
	Heath closed his eyes either disgusted by his daughter’s telling or envisioning his daughter’s telling.  Slowly, once more aroused, he began gouging his engorged member and being the only one in the private room pulled his cock out and began stroking.  He did!
	Truth be known and the Interviewer would have done same!
	“Start lickin’, bitches!” the man said gruffly.
	Carlos and Mario stared in awe—and both got raging hard-ons as a result.
	Carlos was directed to his knees at Kari’s head.  After some cunt licking the girl raised her head and sucked on Carlos’ cock then guided his proud rod into Valerie’s cunt.  Valerie’s hands clamped down on Kari’s ass with her face buried into the twelve year old’s pussy.
	Then Mario came along easing his cock into Kari’s asshole.
	The boy’s ball sac was right in Valerie’s face.  She saw up close and too personal the penetration of a “cock” into an “asshole.”  It was a serious eye opener.  There was a curious stench that arose from the act—burning flesh, the scent of something foul (shit on a dick) and the mixed smells from their surroundings.
	Then, just as Carlos eased his cock into Valerie’s cunt—
	“GET IN THE VAN!  GET IN THE VAN!” the bald black man hollered.
	The kids scrambled into the van shuddered together—as a vehicle of some type roared noisily by.  A huge dust cloud enveloped the van.  The black man fired the van up and they were on the move again.

	“His cock moved in and out me, slowly.” Sweat dripped down from the man’s bald head; there was a bit of a sneer on his lips and those eyes, “those eyes just stared right thru me!”
	Gentle thrusts there were—mixed in with serious jamming thrusts.  The man sometimes locked his arms in the prone position above her, “my entire body was on fire as he fucked me.” Valerie clutched the man’s powerful arms, her legs about his legs and then his waist as their lovemaking increased ten-fold.
	A time or two he pulled out and “humped my gash.”
	A time or two he put her legs up along his chest, her ankles on his shoulders, and “buried his dick all the way in me.” It sort of felt good but also was uncomfortable due to the massive size of the man’s cock.  But overall, “it was a good fuck.”  Valerie came—repeatedly.  The man was talented and when after Valerie had cum her last ounce of orgasm she lapsed into a realm of unconsciousness akin to a deep-deep sleep.
	When she awoke she was in a ditch alongside a backcountry road.
*
Finale
	Office perks
	The hum of the air conditioner made the only noise.  
	Heath Hugatable made a slow entrance to the outer room.
	The water cooler made a burble sound.  Outside and clouds were forming, the day was late, the retelling of Valerie’s experience was unsettling.  Thankfully with the aid of the Interviewer’s sanctioned EMAD the horror of the experience was downplayed in the girl’s mind.  But on her own she was unable to explain her experience.
	And she was the only apparent survivor.
	That part bothered her father, Heath.
	Still, though, upon approach to his daughter who sat still and quiet in a comfy chair, Heath Hugatable had wood.  Upon approach the Interviewer stood and had wood, also.  When Valerie stood she brightened up when she saw her Daddy.
	“Hi, Daddy!” she said smiling and being very much herself from earlier days, prior to the Night at Shagnasty’s.  She wore baubles, multi hanging loop earrings, perfume, layered top, knee-length multi colored skirt.  While embracing the girl, Heath’s hand slipped down her backside to her butt.  There was a gentle squeeze and a pat.
	Mr. Alton Reemme stood bracing his legs against his chair, clipboard still in hand where he had been writing down notes, EMAD on the nearby side table, cock very visible thru his dress slacks.  Heath slyly while still embracing his child lifted up her knee length skirt.
	Dr. Reemme’s eyes locked onto the skirt and the big reveal beneath—crisp white bikini style panties.  Heath patted the girl’s butt making small circles before slipping his fingers inside from the top.
	Valerie did nothing.
	“Did you lock the door?” Alton Reemme asked in a low voice.
	Heath’s face told the Doctor—No.
	With a subtle head indication the two/three moved to a more private room.
	In the private room it was semi dark, cool, quiet.  Dr. Reemme brought the lights up a little more; there was a small conference table and assorted comfy chairs and some sofas.  Heath once more hugged his daughter then once more reached up under her skirt—and pulled down her panties!  He did!
	The panties were down at midthigh and Dr. R was definitely captivated.
	A little fumbling with the skirt clasp but Heath managed and the skirt was pushed down over the hips until it fell to her ankles on its own.  Valerie’s Daddy then patted her butt making a slight sound, then;
	Three layers of tops the girl wore; an open outer flowing silk top, then a print girl’s shirt followed by an undershirt.  A pastel bra fell to the floor and the girl was basically nude—save for her panties at her knees.
	Heath slowly turned his daughter around and the Doctor “checked” her out.  He licked his lips and eyed her very nice breasts then her fur pie.  Gouging his cock with the heel of his hand the man seemed to be in some agony.  Heath very slowly pushed his daughter down—to her knees.  Then—THEN he fished out his cock!
	He did!
	Then up against the side of his daughter’s face he placed his cock; the girl semi on her own and by “instinct” turned and took her Daddy’s cock into her mouth.  That was enough for the Doctor; he hauled out of his slacks his cock and began stroking-stroking-stroking.  He stepped up close and Heath turned Valerie’s head and she took the psychologist’s average white cock and sucked it.  All the while she handled her Daddy’s cock, too.
	And back and forth—sucking the Doctor’s cock and then her Daddy’s.
	With her panties off the girl was laid out on one of the sofa’s; here her dear sweet concerning Daddy fingered her gash.  Dr. Reemme masturbated furiously and watched as Heath pushed his pants and underwear down then eased himself onto his unawares daughter.  Fucking soon commenced.  Valerie grunted, groaned, and her delicious young teenage titties jiggled.  Dr. Alton Reemme held off cumming—he was saving it.
	The horny Dr. Heath, a brain surgeon by trade, fucked his child until he was spent.  He pulled out and spanked his own black mamba against Valerie’s cum soaked pussy.  Dr. Reemme came onto the sofa still furiously jerking off and began squirting cum onto the girl’s chest—specifically her titties and then some onto her face.

	Both me took turns enjoying the hapless girl; then together as one.  After Alton had thoroughly cum-coated Valerie’s face he sat back to watch the girl go after her Daddy’s cock—enthused by a little manipulation of the girl’s mind.  Daddy Heath was aware.  He pumped into his daughter’s mouth, humped her face, and managed to ejaculated therein.
	Sitting on the sofa watching the girl suck off her dad, Dr. Reemme flogged his dog and admired the girl’s body—specifically her ass.  Heath raised Valerie’s leg up revealing more of the girl’s nakedness—specifically her cunt.  The psychologist smiled and flogged his white dog a little more before moving up and a little awkwardly entered the girl’s quim.

	After a few powerful deep vaginal thrusts, Dr. R pulled out and jammed his cock into Valerie’s asshole.  He held her leg up himself and fully made anal insertion.  Dr. Hugatable maneuvered himself to whereas he could enter his child’s cunt.  A double penetration!
	Both men struggled to achieve their orgasm but it was a good struggle.
	The three lay on the sofa arms and legs akimbo; sweat steam wafting off their bodies; cum dripping from all three of Valerie’s orifices.  The men were fucked out.  Alton smoothed his hands over the light chocolate brown skin of Valerie with still heavy desires to “fuck her brains out” a little more.
	But not right off.
	Heath loved on his daughter’s teenage titties, fingered/diddled her pussy, and got a decent hard-on but it was an achy boner.  Alton lightly smacked Valerie’s ass, diddled her asshole, and also had a very aching cock.  The men rested before redressing.  Valerie dressed and the naughty men watched.
	The men were not strangers; far from it.  Since high school the two had known one another—getting into mischief of this kind and sort.  And one particular mischief involved some serious naughty business.  

Serious naughty business
	In the beginning, Heath Hugatable was a naughty boy.  If it wasn’t naughty friends of his girls and boys alike it was his own sisters and cousins.  With his friends, the guys first—it was finding stashes of “stash” and nudy mags.  Heath was merely nine years young when he took his first “hit” from a joint.  It was about that time that he took a more keen interest in his older sisters—Heath was the youngest of five children.  The oldest girl was eighteen and was not overly sexually involved with him—but she DID go naked in his presence and was not opposed if he did as well.
	Sisters Zena and Clora were a little more giving.  In that they “fooled” around—a lot.  All four of the Hugatable children enjoyed smoking funny cigarettes.  All four of the Hugatale children enjoyed sex—either alone, with each other, or someone else.  Heath and Clora “enjoyed” each other—sexually, more than the others.  Zena was involved “now and then” and Brianna—less than that.
	Clora loved playing with her brother’s penis.  Zena did as well but mostly was into sucking it and getting titty fucked.  It was Zena, too, who taught her younger sibs how to fuck.  At ten, (at the time) Heath was not yet a cummer and so regarded as “safe” and not capable of getting his sisters pregnant.  And as soon as he DID started shooting cum—no more in the pussy.  Up the ass or in the mouth only.
	Heath was cool with that.   So long as he got off—whatever.
	When Heath was 6 months inside his eleventh year of life—he began to cum when fooling with his sisters.  No more “in the pussy.”  That was alright, Clora and Zena let him up their ass and sucked him off.  And surprisingly, Brianna let him bang off in her pussy “now and then.”  SHE was on the proverbial Pill.  It was far and few months in between that Brianna let her dorky little brother have a go at her nookie.  When she did—she played with his cock, let him spank her, taught him the fine art of pussy eating, and some titty fucking to boot!
	When Heath was in the middle of his twelfth year his cock was measured at a wondrous seven inches.  Seven!  Inches!  (17.78 cm for my British blokes)  It was a nice cock and all three girls “enjoyed” it.
	So did girls in his middle school—Julie Feelme was a pretty red haired girl who found joy with Heath’s enormous schlong.  Jacking him off was some sort of odd pleasure—watching him cum.  Julie had no titties.  None.  She was thirteen and had zero titty.  There were “mounds” on her chest, she wore a “trainer” for medium support but the girl simple had nothing to get excited about.  She was a member of the IBTC—Itty Bitty Titty Committee.
	But Heath liked her—and she liked him.
	Twelve year old Leeanna Joyfulbush enjoyed Heath’s big dick; hand jacking him was one thing, sucking him off was one thing, taking him between her legs?  Wow Factor Times Ten!  She also let him bone her up the ass.  The girl had three bothers—two older and one younger.  All three were tagging the vivacious young girl; she was a creamy black skinned girl who had very incredible beauty.  She was a cheerleader, very smart, very sexy.
	None of her three siblings had a cock like Heath—not even close!
	Norma Manzipper liked Heath’s big dick, also.  She was a big breasted black girl—big butt, big legs, big face, big mouth.  She had tons of personality—and weight.  But she was friendly, outgoing, and weighed as much as an anchor.  But she liked Heath and he liked her.  And when they got caught doing the horizontal mambo by Norma’s little ten year old sister—well, she just had to get involved or she would tell on them.  And with the girls’ dad being a police officer—that just wouldn’t do.
	So Heath fooled with Antonia and she fooled with him.  Usually the “fooling” went along with Norma present and joining in.  Usually.  Not always.  Most times and Heath was with Antonia privately—secretly.  Between her cheeks, between her legs, between her “other” cheeks Heath humped his heart out managing get the girl pregnant.  Oops!  The blame was laid to another boy she was fucking with on the side but Norma always suspected Heath was the one responsible.

	Then, in 8th grade, a one Ms. Nayda Colourmegone, caught wind of Heath’s special endowment.  First by overhearing gossip then secondly by handling it first hand.  By 8th grade, Heath’s mamba was an impressive 8 inches.  Eight!  Ms. Nayda C taught English specifically but didn’t have Heath as a student of her homeroom.  Regardless, she got the boy to hang with her after school; she watched him play basketball, run track, and tantalize her to no end.
	In her classroom she noted his mamba hanging down his gym shorts making her cunny quiver so.  The 36 year vamp was married but didn’t have a hubby who had a schlong like that!  And after going over Heath’s latest attempt at poetry with her leaning over her desk in such a way as to reveal a good deal portion of her 36Cs, Heath Hugatable’s mamba stiffened.
	She noted that he noted her noting.
	Unashamed, Heath turned in such a way as to reveal himself revealingly.
	Ms. C was so gripped by the young boy’s cock she gripped it.
	It was tantalizing.  It was incredible.  Illegal, sure, but captivating—yes!
	Heath failed to understand why boys his age, fourteen, and boys from ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, and high school boys ratted their teachers out who not only groped them but had out and out sex with them.  What the fuck!?  Who would do that?  Why?  Sex is sex; but rat’s ass if it with a teacher or not.  You’re getting laid!  Pussy is pussy!  Rat out your teacher and you find yourself labeled and not likely to get pussy for a long damn time.
	Heath was not going to rat out Ms. Colourmegone.  He liked her.  She liked his writings—and his cock.  Mostly his cock.  After handling his cock (and musky balls) she sucked his cock whole.  Whole.  The whole thang.  The WHOLE thang!  No girl yet had taken ALL of his member and sucked it—and then sucked it dry!  Ms. C had talent!
	Then, after sucking his cock into an euphoria he had never known—she stripped off her clothes and spread herself out on her desk.  No words were needed.  Heath took a quick moment to ogle the woman’s pussy—it was a bald beaver and very-very inviting.  Heath firstly teased the teacher by rubbing his engorged cock up and down the woman’s cunt.  Ms. C twisted on the desk, arching her back, and tweaking her bodacious nipples.
	Soon, though, even Heath couldn’t stand it any more and naked mounted the English teacher ramming his rod DEEP inside her cunny.  The sweat on the woman’s dark skinned glistened as much as her coal dark eyes.  “Fuck me!” cooed the instructor, “Fuck me HARD!”
	Well, what was a guy gonna do with an instruction like that?

*
The Nagasake Cum Blast
	High school.  As a freshman there was some awkwardness attributed to Heath; his frame was lanky and his cock was long.  The student body was a general makeup of several peoples of color and backgrounds; African-Americans made up the most with White and Mexican following close behind.  America-Indian and Asian were in the mix but their numbers were small.
	In the gym it was discovered Heath’s rather lengthy schlong.  There was some oohs and ahhs and general ridicule but all in jest and good fun.  The word soon got around about Heath’s unusual membrage and soon there were several girls seeking out the truth.
	Freshman year was a fun year.
	Sophomore year came along slowly but with just as much fun.
	At the end of his junior year there came the invite to a party.
	It wasn’t a bad party as parties go; not school sanctioned (or approved.)  Off campus—way off campus and by invitation only.  Only the best peoples were invited; from freshman to senior high school and even some blokes from college and those not even in school whatsoever!  There was a jammin’ DJ, a disco-rap-hip/hop theme all mixed.  There, too, was booze and “smoke.”  Other forms of illicit drugs were in the mix—it was a seriously happen’ PAR-TAY!
	After a time, Heath got another invite—an after party social get-together.
	Here, in the basement of the house of the party Heath was introduced to some other party goers who were not enjoying the party as much as he.  Several Japanese foreign exchange student girls; two of those girls were twelve, two were thirteen, two were fifteen.  All were in peril.
	The girls, of course, were somewhat drugged.  Whether or not an electronic mind altering device was in use was not known—not to Heath anyways.  The girls were in their private school uniforms—which somehow made them sexier when the business of getting them OUT of their private school uniforms all the more thrilling and exciting.
	The girls seemed to have some awareness of their dire situation—but couldn’t do anything about it.  They did protest but were simply not strong enough to fend off the dozen or so professional perverts who were determined to see the girls naked.
	Fifteen year old Asuka had very nice breasts, legs, face, and was the first to be very well felt up—all over.  She protested and seemed to be very much aware of her circumstance and tried very muchly to stop its progress.  To no avail, though, was she able to do so and while as many as four high school boys held her flailing arms and legs, one boy, seventeen year old Paul Moedeeb, pawed her teenage breasts.
	Asuka wailed; Paul laughed and the other boys jeered.
	The other girls awaiting their turn huddled together watching in a drug induced stupor.  Asuka fought as much as she could but the will and might of the horny boys was too much and off came her school uniform top.  A fancy pink bra was underneath with a front clasp.  Paul expertly undone it and furiously began mawing the girl’s very ample titties.  The nipples were tweaked, twisted, and pinched—then the whole mound of each titty was manipulated.  The boys holding the girl up had their hands full (literally) as Asuka struggled against the attack.
	When Paul began fingering the teenager’s pussy she freaked the fuck out.
	Determination was Paul’s game, though, and thru Asuka’s panties he fingered her pussy roughly before grabbing the garment and pulling it down.  Strangely, the girl did not call out or scream for help.  She managed to get out a “Stop!” but that was about all.  The boys holding her chuckled and sneered; Heath rubbed himself and looked over the other distraught girls in waiting.
	With Asuka’s panties off the girl’s legs were spread wide.  There was still good struggling on her part but the boys holding her were on the wrestling and football team—they still had their hands full but managed to hold the girl who still had her school uniform short skirt on.  Paul merely pushed that particular garment up and positioned himself between the girl’s legs—his pants came down and there were no undies to fool with.  His manly white cock was hard—but paled in comparison to Heath’s lengthy dong.
	Regardless, Paul introduced his hard 6 ½ incher to Asuka’s furry taco that was virginal.  Up and down the slit for the introductory greeting, a poke to the equally virgin asshole, then a plunge into the virgin territory and the fuck was on.
	Asuka twisted her young body as much as she could but “the fuck was on” and that was that.  Paul pumped fast and furiously pulling out to slap his cock against the unshaven snatch, poke the girl’s pooper, then plunge back in for an intense two minute fuck before unleashing a torrent of spunk.
	The teenage boy shuddered all over.  Asuka?  Not so much.  She whimpered and cried.  Paul humped her cummy pussy, fingered her pussy and with his cum laden fingers placed said finger to her lips making her suck the cum off his fingers.  When she didn’t overly comply he pinched her nipples until she opened her mouth.
	The uproar from the boy crowd was incredible.
	 Sixteen year old basketball star, Tom Wallstuballs, dropped his pants and hauled his meat stick out of his tight form fitting boxer/briefs.  Grabbing the back of the girl’s head he pulled her down to meet his 7-incher.  The girl tried desperately to resist but “resistance is futile” and her mouth met his cock.  Getting his cock INTO her mouth was another task—accomplished only by having her titties pinched and her pussy violently fingered.
	The girl began to suck (but not like a pro.)
	After Tom had cum in her mouth—he fucked her face, slapped her face with his still rock hard rocket, gouged her nose and eyes, made her suck his balls, then helped hold her while freshman Wayne Shootsbull took his turn between her legs.  Wayne was fifteen but built; he was on the wrestling team and had quite a body.  A six inch cock but it was thick.  Asuka’s head was held tightly by the boys with one boy, Donny Mostlikely, jerking off onto her face.  Wayne entered her pussy and fucked it hard—there had been no cherry juice on Paul’s cock by the way but the girl WAS virgin.
	After Wayne, Gary Waynott.  GW was a big sonofabitch, African-American, seven inch cock, sixteen years young, football linesman.  Asuka firstly had to suck the boy’s cock.  She was wrestled into position to do; the boys making her perform very nearly had to wrench her arms out of their sockets.  The girl finally relented and sucked GW’s cock—and while doing so was spanked.
	Asuka was held up off of the floor by as many as six strong willed teen boys.  Her young body had been twisted in such a way so as she could suck G’s cock while her ass was poised in such a way as to be vulnerable for spanking.  Lance Strongvox was the initial spanker—spreading her cheeks and jamming his seventeen year old finger into her hole.  A good deal of vaginal fingering was done also—so much so that the girl came!
	Finally, Heath revealed to all his enormous endowment.
	“Sonofafuckingbitch!” blurted one of the boys, “You gonna rip this bitch apart!”
	Heath stepped up between the struggling girl’s legs, slapped her cunt with his cock, jabbed himself into her, pulled out and looked to one of the other hapless girls.  After waggling his fully engorged prick at one of the girls, thirteen year old Fuyuko, she was brought over and forced to suck his dick—prepping it for the incredible fucking it was going to do to her classmate.
	And an incredible fucking it was.
	Incredibly, though virgin and only busted by three cocks of decent fucking size, Asuka accepted Heath’s schlong and succumbed herself to yet another orgasm.  Her nipples hardened brought the attention of the naughty teenage boys; boys who were not yet involved in holding the still wiggling in constraints girl.  Frank Lowball and Adam Highwater suckled the girls titties, nipping the hardened nipples bringing cries to the distressed girl all the while gobs of cum leaked out of her pussy.
	Spanking, though, got the attention of most the boys and they took a turn at tormenting the unfortunate girl until her usually white ass was a bright red.  One of the spanking boys began in earnest jamming his fingers into her dirt chute—one finger at a time until he was working as many as three fingers all the way in!
	Then he inserted his own cock and fucked until creaming therein.
	Heath, Paul, Tom, and several other boys all jerked off onto fifteen year old Kameko thoroughly soaking her face.  The Japanese girl, naked, was found NOT to be a virgin.  Her pussy was shaven and she had “pouting” lips.  It was a cum bath like no other.
	Twelve year old Hanako got her ass spanked—and then fucked by as many as six boys—including Heath who reamed her hole lastly all the while the pretty preteen sucked hellaciously on another cock.
	Thirteen year old Kai was ravaged—the boys fingered her pussy until she had her first orgasm.  Then she was double fucked—one dick in her pussy and another humping her virgin shit tube.  Asuka (again) was double teamed in the same hole—boys Paul and Frank slipping their schlongs into the girl’s pussy.  Fuyuko got two dicks up her ass.
	All the girls smoked some dope with Asuka having some LSD dropped into her eyes.  The boys drank the infamous Mad Dog 20/20, smoked some shit, dropped hits of acid, and promptly passed out.  It was a good party!

*

	At that same high school where Asuka and the other unfortunate Japanese girls who had been at the party attended—some other girls there (more Japanese foreign exchange students) found strange American customs not so much to their liking.  Case in point:
	Tomika Ishirooroo
	The pretty sixteen year old Tomika was a small framed girl; shy, incredibly polite, unsure of herself and surroundings, looked years younger than her age, and curious about all things American.  Adhering to American customs was the in-thing for Japanese girls so it not a big thing to be picked out of class to go to the school nurse for “examination.”
	A nurse was in the examining room—along with a man.  The man was “a doctor”; he wore the white lab coat, ID, and stethoscope.  Approximately in his fifties, the man was all smiles, clean cut, graying temples, and friendly making Tomika at ease rather than not.
	Apprehension came when in the private exam room where Nurse Kratchett told Tomika to “undress” except for her panties.  Tomika felt a little embarrassed and was told she was to endure a “gynecological” exam before she could participate in school activities like basketball and soccer.
	The pretty girl removed all her clothing save for her crisp white panties and climbed onto the exam table—
	“On your hands and knees, please.” said the Nurse.

	The exam table was not the typical stainless steel cold as ice but the comfy vinyl one.  No sanitary paper sheet.  The “head” part was angled up just slightly and there was a privacy curtain to be used later.  Tomika felt very embarrassed.  The Doctor was behind her—admiring his patient’s ass with a leering smile.
	Tomika tensed after the Doctor began patting her ass.  Tomika clenched after the Doctor began smoothing his hand over her ass.  Tomika pursed her lips and found fear as the Doctor tugged down her panties.
	“Spread your legs some.” cooed softly the Nurse.
	Tomika obeyed.
	Doctor Bloodcurdle smiled, leered, and eyed the girl’s clean poop chute opening—then inserted a finger into it “all the way to the knuckle.”  This only made Tomika arch her back like a dog taking shit on the neighbor’s yard.  This ony got Tomika a swift smack to her ass from the Nurse.
	The doctor continued fingering Tomika’s asshole getting it used to (or prepping it) to insertion.  The Nurse opened a nearby drawer retrieving a specialty novelty item most commonly known as a dildo.  This one was pink, 8-inches long, bulbous, and vibrated.  A little bit o’ lube was applied to the phallic and then the Doctor “inserted” the examining prod into the girl’s virgin rectum and sodomized her fully.  Fully meaning ALL THE WAY IN.
	Tomika had never been violated in such a matter and couldn’t help but instinctively react by twisting and arching her body.  She sobbed some and tightened up when the Nurse spanked her.  When Tomika couldn’t comply with the Nurse’s commands to “Stop moving!” the girl’s nipples were pinched.
	After several minutes of sodomizing the girl with the dildo it was removed.  The Doctor once more admired the girl’s hole—then leaned up and licked it!  He did!  Tomika was not aware or may have been.  She weeped near uncontrollably as her breasts (specifically nipples) had been mawed horribly by the Nurse.
	“Turn over,” said Nurse Kratchett, “and lay down.”
	Tomika complied; her panties were twisted at her knees.  After laying down the privacy curtain was drawn over her belly shielding her from whatever the Doctor and Nurse were doing from beyond.
	What the Doctor and Nurse were doing “beyond” was naughty.
	Firstly, Nurse Kratchett hauled out of the Doctor’s slacks his cock.
	Secondly, Nurse Kratchett lowered her panties AND INSERTED THE DILDO INTO HER OWN ASSHOLE!  She did!  Doctor Bloodcurdle assessed Tomika’s furry cunt then nodded to his nurse who fetched a straight razor from a drawer.  Tomika’s pussy was dry shaven.  The Doctor inserted fingers into the virgin girl’s pussy getting it “wet” in no time.  Nurse Kratchett’s panties were at her knees and the vibrator up her ass was getting her “wet”, also.

	With Tomika’s pussy free of pubes, Dr. Moedeeb “went down” on the girl licking her pussy like he knew how.  And he did!  Tomika’s eyes bulged and her teenage cunt clenched tightly—as did her entire lithe body.  Nurse Kratchett stepped up to the girl’s side cooing to her, reassuring her that all was going to be alright—then sternly told the girl to “settle the fuck down” or “I’ll twist your fucking nipples off!”
	Regardless, it was still hard to “settle the fuck down.”  And Nurse Kratchett “tweaked” the teenager’s titties—but not “off.”
	Dr. B licked his full then stood up and fingered the girl’s quim a little bit more—then worked into her young cunny his other favorite dildo—his cock!  The head went in smoothly followed by a bit of shaft.  Then he pulled out and Nurse Kratchett got out of the same drawer she had retrieved the dildo currently up her ass another dildo.  This one was white, nine inches long, thicker, slender, multi speed vibrations, and ribbed with a bulbous head.  
	Tomika Ishirooroo nearly came apart as the magnificently talented phallic brought her to new heights in sexual awareness.  The orgasms came in floods and the girl was tantalized beyond her imagination.  Nurse Kratchett stood at the girl’s waist at the dividing curtain fingering herself as the dildo in her ass continued to bring her to new heights of sexual awareness also.
	Soon and Dr. Bob could hold off no longer and replaced the dildo he had been working in Tomika’s cunt with his cock—full insertion.  He slid ALL the way in and didn’t pull out.  His cock pulsed, throbbed, and engorged even more than ever.  The young Japanese girl wept; she made noises, cried in dire confusion, and went thru a myriad of emotions—sexually related and not so.
	Pumping soon became the in thing and the good gyno doctor reached sexual heights his own self.  Nurse Kractchett moaned as she fingered herself; she reached around the doctor’s waist, clutched his swelled testicle sac and desired him in her instead of their patient.
	The Doctor quickly fucked Tomika, creamed a healthy load and watched as hungrily his nurse licked clean the tormented Jap girl.  While she did so, the still very horny doctor spanked the woman—with his cock, hand, and then a handy strap.  Amy Kratchett pranced as her ass was inflamed—she made “yummy” sounds as she muff dived on Tomika’s pussy.  And after a time the good (but naughty) doctor dropped the strap and inserted his once again rock hard cock slamming all the way into the woman’s cum dripping pussy.  The vibrator in her asshole tickled the doctor as the base vibrated against his body.
	A river of cum spewed—spewed-SPEWED frothingly from Amy K’s cunt trickling down her legs and thoroughly-thoroughly coating the doctor’s balls.  The woman’s flaming cheeks were warm against his thighs as he slammed her.  Afterwards, 
	Panties off and Tomika Ishirooroo was once more on her hands and knees.
	Doctor Bob once more assessed the girl’s ass; smiled and cocked his head.
	Nurse Kratchett, with her own personal dildo still vibrating in her ass, inserted not one but TWO into the patient—pussy and asshole.  Doctor Bob masturbated and was well pleased.  Then, while the dildos vibrated young Tomika, the nurse helped her off the table and onto her knees before the admiring doctor.
	The girl was pretty frapped by that time but still managed to keep her mouth closed despite the efforts of doctor and nurse.  Until, that is, she was swatted on the bare ass with the recently cast off strap.  Nurse Kratchett worked the 2-inch wide leather belt “between” the girl’s legs making her spread her legs.  Then, while the girl continued to resist accepting the naked doctor’s cock into her mouth—the nurse brought the belt up between her legs to smack her freshly made bald beaver.
	Tomika opened her mouth and accepted cock.
	But wait!  There’s more!

	As far as blowjobs go—it wasn’t the best.  But, a blowjob is a blowjob is a blowjob.  The teen wept as the cock filled her mouth; a few times before blowing its load it popped out to hump her face, too.  Then Nurse Kratchett got involved.  This done with Tomika laying down and while the good doctor watched—Amy K settled onto the girl’s flustered face wiggling her own smooth shaven cunt—this after removing the twin dildos in her.  Doctor B though just fresh from cumming off into Tomika’s mouth (and on her face) was enthused once more and entered his nurse’s mouth.  And after a few minutes of intense mouthing the man moved around and inserted his hard schlong into the woman’s pussy—followed by ramming her asshole and then back into her pussy.
	Back and forth—back and forth; this hole, that hole—all the while teenage Tomika Ishirooroo wiggled, wriggled, and fussed underneath.  Nurse Amy “got off” coating the young teen’s face with her pussy juice.  More juices followed with the doctor’s cum dripping in rivers from Amy’s cunt and asshole.
	Nurse Kratchett pulled back Tomika’s legs locking them under her arm; the Doctor then began spanking the Japanese teenager until his hand wore out.  So then the Nurse took over and when the young teen’s ass was a bright-bright red the horny naughty gyno doctor eased himself into her pussy for a hellacious five minute endurance fuck.
	Thereafter and there was nothing to do but clean up—as dink with the tormented teenager’s mind some more.  Essentially, the use of a mind altering device was used only to clear the short term memory.  The Doctor and Nurse cleaned the hapless girl up, more spanking, heavy fingering, then dressed her and sent her on her way.  

*

Naughty Oddities Doing Daughters, Yea!
	To the casual observer what transpired in the private den of Noah Steership was probably something normal.  Probably.  Not so much in this case.  The casual observer (usually a spy seeking naughty information of neighbors) would have seen the happenstance, grinned, rubbed himself, then went on to seek more pertinent opportunities.  In doing so he missed what else transpired…
	In the private den of Noah Steership there was a nautical theme—ship wheels and propellers on the wall; plaques of ships, paintings of sailing ships, nets, and pieces of sail on the walls.  On the great ornate cherry wood desk was the quintessential “ship in a bottle.”  
	The man behind the ornate cherry wood desk was a big fella, but not out of proportion.  An old sea dog with cap, pipe, overalls, and the ever present scent (odor) of seaweed and dead fish.  Oh!  The girls must be swooning!
	He sat brooding; contemplating; deep thinking.
	Presently, a young girl of about twelve came to the open door.
	She was pretty—in a plain sort of way.  Shoulder length dark hair, green eyes, a little shy in her persona—but then again (as we shall see) not too shy.  She wore loose fitting overalls, a simple tee underneath, and being summer type time she went barefoot while at home.
	The girl stood with a very serious face on habitually one hand stuffed in a pocket while the other pressed against a cheek thoughtfully or otherwise chewing on her cheek.  The man behind the ornate desk patted his thigh “come here.”
	Semi reluctantly the girl did so.
	At her grandpa’s side the man slowly put his hand to her butt.  A small circle he made, then squeezed a cheek.  Katey, the granddaughter, pursed her lips and did nothing but stuff her hand that had been at her cheek into the other pocket.
	“I saw you and your friend today.” His voice was mono with no discernible note on the feeling behind it.  Was he pissed or “ok”?
	Katey sighed, held her shrug, held her burgeoning fart and waited.
	Her grandpa continued to make circles about her butt, squeeze a cheek, then work his hand inside opening of the garment.    The girl tensed up a little; then, slowly, she undone the brass clasp releasing the top portion of the overall.  The farmer’s clothing fell to her waist giving the nautical naughty seaman easier access to her ass.
	Katey did not protest—she gave no indication of her feelings one way or another.  Nor did her Grandpa!  The overall fell further down the girl’s body as Noah got more aggressive in his doing.  Katey chewed on a cheek and her nautical naughty Grandpa fished out his cock.
	Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y down came the off-pink typical style panties.
	Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y and did Noah’s cock become harder.
	Katey did eye the one-eyed monster but kept chewing on her cheek; she seemed stressed but was not.  Her face was stoic, showing no emotion one way or the other.  Noah patted the girl in an almost spanking manner and began choking his dolphin to the point of serious arousal.  Katey fidgeted in place twisting one foot on the other.
	“You ready?” Noah asked.
	Katey nodded and leaned down taking one hand to her Grandpa’s torpedo.  She took over masturbating measures while her naughty nautical grandpa began fingering her pussy with some vigor and a lot of vim!
	The panties were at her knees when a noise distracted them—a car door slamming shut.
	Noah sighed.  Katey looked thru the wall to the driveway outside.
	“Yer Mom’s home.”
	Katey nodded.  Mom, Katey, and little sister lived with their grandpa.
	It was late evening and Mom had worked late.
	Katey pulled up her panties and fastened her overall clasps.
	Noah cleared his throat and standing returned his aching cock back into its hiding place.  The front door was heard.  Katey didn’t hurry but she quickened straightening herself out then scurrying out of the room—and farting as she did so.  Noah readjusted his aching-aching oh so aching mast and made for the living room to greet his daughter.
	“Tough day?” he asked seeing her slinging her satchel and purse to the chair then collapsing on them in an exasperated huff.  “Kinda.” She replied.
	Noah made her a bourbon then asked if she had had dinner.
	“A while ago.” she said.  “Not hungry.” she added.
	“Leftovers on the stove; spaghetti.” A kids favorite; a tired mommy—not so much.
	“There’s garlic toast also,” Noah went on, “I can warm them up.”
	By this time the tired almost corporate mommy was asleep.
	Noah placed a thin cover over her and retired to his room.

And the following day…
	No school meant a day of play.  Usually the park would suffice, some activity at school sports or scholastically speaking, or a walk in the mall.  For Katey and her friend it was the backyard of her grandpa’s house where there was a downsized model of a fishing boat he had built/constructed himself.  Due to the size of the backyard the fishing boat was not to scale—but close counts.

	There was the pilot house to play in, all working controls such as the wheel and throttle, even a bell and an air horn.  The air horn was a hoot—but often got Katey into trouble as she was told not to toot it too often—it spooked and angered the neighbors.  But Katey was not the one who pulled the string activating the very loud boisterous horn but her friend, a black youth who was Katey’s bestest best friend.
	And often times Katey took the blame and the subsequent discipline.
	Most times Katey and her black friend played pirate.  Sometimes they were fishermen.  Other times they were shipwrecked.  Lots of times they were naked.  Darting about the “playboat” was something they liked to do—often.  They would undress down below then race about the boat’s topside where it was not likely but almost possibly to be seen by neighbors on either side of them.
	The only one to see them naked, though, was Grandpa Noah.
	He said nothing and did nothing until later—after dinner and the black youth had gone to his own home for the day.  Katey’s favorite attire was the overalls; faded and well worn; short to the knees or mid thigh with a tee-shirt underneath and something nothing-nothing-nothing else.
	Sometimes she wore a dress, a short dress.  Sometimes.
	A quiet reserved girl, Katey was special to her Grandpa.  The two had a good rapport and seemingly—Katey didn’t mind so much what happened in his den.  She tolerated the naughty goings on—possibly ‘cause of her naughtiness with her friend.  If she ratted out her Grandpa, he’d rat her out and her relationship with her only friend would be done.
	So, after dinner and before her beleaguered mother came home Katey would appear at the den.  Most times and the retired sailor was waiting.  Sometimes he was sleeping, resting from the day of tending to the house and occupants; sometimes he would be chatting on the phone to a fellow mate; sometimes busy putting a model sailing ship together.
	Most times and he was “waiting.”
	After dinner one evening again and Katey appeared at her Grandpa’s den wearing red checkered mid thigh length dress.  It was just one of those days the girl decided on a dress.  Noah smiled lightly to the girl (with a big twinkle in his eyes and a hard cock between his legs!)
	Katey approached and seemingly ceased her breathing.
	Her Grandpa reached UP her dress and patted her butt; then made small circles.  Katey pursed her lips and began chewing on her right cheek.  Her facial expression was classic “poker” face.  She gave no indication one way or the other but was in a spot for sure.  Other than her black friend she was romping about the playboat nakedly with she also was kinda sorta naughty with another boy—a much younger boy.  And Grandpa Noah knew it—saw it!
	Noah’s fingers slipped inside his granddaughter’s panties; the girl tensed, managed to stifle a fart, then gently was laid down across the man’s knees.  With one hand busy chewing on her cheek the other reached back and pulled the dress up.  Noah eased the girl’s panties down exposing her delicious white ass.  His cock soared and fingers went delving into the crack.  Katey tensed up but did nothing else.  Her dress she pulled up more and her naughty nautical grandpa began poking her hole.
	Noah smacked Katey’s ass, squeezed a cheek then smacked it again—he had seen her young black friend doing same unto her and she unto him.  Noah liked it just as well and soon turned the granddaughter’s ass a nice shade of red.  Katey fussed some; the sting to her ass was a little more than her friend’s whacking.
	After the spanking it was up to stand between Noah’s knees.
	Noah stared right at his granddaughter’s pussy.  Katey was twelve; shoulder length thick raven dark hair, green-green Irish green eyes, and barely hair one on her poon.  Noah put the back of his finger to the girl’s poon and fingered it before turning his hand and expertly fingering.
	Katey twisted as she was fingered.  Not that she opposed but it was just a normal reaction.  She gushed some, clenched some, and began to experience a bit of orgasmic pleasure.  She never could finger herself as good—it always had to be someone else’s finger!
	  Finger-finger-finger!  Noah slipped as many as three fingers into the twelve year old’s pussy—wiggled and wriggled the digits until the girl’s young quim was essentially a swamp box.  Standing up, Noah’s cock was out for viewing pleasure.  He stroked it, flopped it against Katey’s slicked up pussy, then began poking and prodding before insertion.
	Katey’s pussy clenched about her Grandpa’s inserting cock.  She bucked, arched her back, and seemingly drew in the hardened rail.  There was some shuddering and subsequent orgasm.  Noah’s cock slid in fully, then slowly pulled out—then pushed back in—then pulled back out.  Katey clutched the desk with her fingers enduring the ride; Noah’s cock swelled and began stepping up the pushing in and pulling out—All Ahead Full!
	When the final thrust came the deed was done.  A good deal of spunk there was along with a great deal of expended strength.  Noah “whewed” as he pulled out of Katey’s poon expelling a little more spunk.  Katey lay in a pool of sweat and some delirium—her thoughts to her own.  The girl managed to sit up; her facial expression remained calm and unexplained.  She did finger her sloppy cum coated pussy, clench herself a little, then with a silent toot slipped off the desk, picked up her clothes and made for the bathroom.
	Noah slumped into his chair very satiated having the same feeling he had when there was a keel hold of fresh fish!  What a feeling!
*
Residual effects
	For a long while he stood silently.
	Nothing stirred.
	The ticking of the hall clock could be heard; the sound of someone being restless in bed; and his own sweat dripping down his body.  His heart beating near out of his chest was unnerving and he feared if he let his breath out it would be heard.
	He had risked recognition by wavering his hand before her face.
	Nothing.
	He snapped his fingers.
	Nothing.
	He tried staring her down.
	Nothing.
	With his Dad being a doctor, Dante knew the term “sleepwalking” but had never seen anyone doing so.  But right there—right there in the hallway in the dead of the night there she was, his sister Valerie standing still.  Standing still NAKED!
	She was NAKED!
	Dante knew she had been thru a hellacious ordeal but that had been months ago.  There had been treatment, a stay in a hospital, a head doctor not like their Dad’s profession of being a brain surgeon—the other type of head doctor; the one who pokes inside your mind.
	For the most part, Valerie seemed to have returned to her normal self.  She was a little more reserved, not as outgoing as she had been, and did not like being by herself.  (although we see how well that worked out last time…)
	Dante, thirteen years young but almost fourteen in four months, had a rail on.  Fifteen year old Valerie, sixteen in five months, was hot!  There wasn’t sufficient lighting in the hallway but after his eyes had adjusted he could see well enough.
	“Valerie.” he had called.
	Nothing.
	“Valerie.”  again, softly.
	Still nada.
	Accordingly, it is a myth that “waking” a person who is sleepwalking will cause them irreparable harm; i.e. a heart attack, brain damage, or something along those lines.  However; waking a sleeping person who is walking, or standing, CAN cause some damage to themselves or anyone in their way by their flailing arms.  Also, they may become distressed, disorientated and freak the fuck out.  So, to help the sleeping walker it is more advised to leave said person alone until he/she awakens on their own or they can be led back to their bed gently.
	Bearing that info in mind, Dante stepped up to his naked-in-the-hall sleeping walking sister, held his breath, then gently-gently guided her back to her room.  Once inside and he let his breath out.  Valerie was still “sleepwalking.”  There was a bit more lighting in the girl’s bedroom giving Dante a little more “looksee” of his naked sister.
	On his own and the naughty brother brushed his cock up against his sister’s ass.  He trembled and shuddered all over.  His balls swelled.  His cock surged.  If he should get caught—life would be essentially over.  Period.  After what his sister had been through and here he was being nasty with her?  Death.  
	But the naughty boy in him couldn’t help it.  Dante and Valerie had “fooled” around before—he had done her up the ass, grinded against her pussy (and face!)  She had jerked him off and sucked him off, too.  But now—now since the incident at Shagnasty’s he was supposed to curtail himself from any naughty business involving his sister.  Supposed to.  So far, his mom (Clara) had not come to him enraged after learning about his incestuous relationship with his sister—but his dad had.
	“We know what you and your sister have been doing,” Heath said to his son, “cool it.”
	Cool it.  Only this—and nothing more!
	Dante nodded that he would “cool it”.
	That only lasted so long.  After a couple of weeks of “cooling it” Dante was back making plays—but slyly.  Spying on his sister in her room while she changed clothes; was in the shower; or sleeping.  The sleeping bit was easier—she was on prescribed sleeping pills that seriously zonked her out; making it easier for Dante to pull the covers down and check his sleeping soundly sister out.
	But that had only begun recently.  The first time all he did was stare at her.  Sure, he felt bad for her for her experience.  And still no word on the fate of the other girls, Amanda, Nellie, or Tori.  But the relationship he and Valerie had had prior to the unfortunate incident had been good.  They both had willingly engaged sexually and Dante didn’t see no real reason to stop—save for the fact that his Mom (and possibly Dad) will out and out kill him.
	The next night and Dante risked death again by being in his sister’s room.
	He was going to pull her panties down but fear gripped him and he didn’t.
	The night she stood in the hallway—naked—well, that was too much.
	Only a couple of times had Dante gotten into his sister’s pussy—both times with his weenie wrapped.  It would be seriously bad news for all involved—especially Dante—should Valerie cum up pregnant.  Very bad news.  The want to do her was there—but fear kept him at bay.  Dante had to settle for rubbing his cock on her ass, titties, face, and pussy—without penetration.
	Then,
	A night when Dante determined that if his sister was deep sleeping—or maybe even if not so, he was going to “get some.”  In the mouth, up the ass, or in her pussy his cock was going to fuck and get off.  The days since being home the girl had lightened up; the sessions with the psychologist seemed to be helping…
	However, someone beat him to it.
	The door to Valerie’s room was open just a crack.  Peering in and it was Daddy Heath’s finger in daughter’s Valerie’s crack!  Oh!  Dante couldn’t believe it.  He stared and stared and just couldn’t believe it—Valerie was stark naked; there wasn’t good lighting in the room but Dante could see well enough.  He could see that his Dad’s cock was out and the huge mamba was against Valerie’s naked ass—going up and down her ass crack while his fingers diddled her cunt crack!
	Valerie made no sound.  No whimpering.  No crying.  Not even moaning.
	Heath glided his cock up and down his daughter’s crack, poking her hole, then determinately entering her therein.  The girl was bent over slightly, his hands on her hips, his cock steadfastly sliding into her not-so-tight asshole.  Dante’s cock was out of his pajamas and furiously being worked into a tizzy.  
	Cum the morning and Dante was beside himself.  Had he seen what he had seen?  After his Dad had gotten going with the sodomy of Valerie—Dante had fled back to his room and “got after it.”  Nakedly he fell on his bed and got his sister’s panties out and GOT AFTER IT!  Dozens of girls he knew he wanted to fuck but it was his sister who filled his mind.
	Try-try-try as he might, Dante couldn’t cum up with a way to broach the situation of which he had seen hours earlier.  How had his Dad done it?  To Dante, Valerie seemed—oblivious?  Was she under some sort of spell?  Valerie seemed chipper and back to her old self—completely unawares of her recent peril.
	Which was good.
	But Dante was still buzzed by what he saw in the girl’s bedroom.
	He looked onto his Dad in a whole new light.  And it gave him wonder about whether or not he would be in trouble should HE himself be caught doing same?  Well, by his Dad anyways.  He was pretty sure than if he got caught doing what he wanted to do to Valerie by his Mom—he would be dead before he could name his Dad also.
	By the time he had worked up some courage to confront his Dad—Dad was off to work leaving Dante in a funk for the rest of the day.  He went to school; Valerie went to school and that was that.
	The subject of EMADs was a usual banter on the lips and minds of just about everyone.  It was impossible not to see or hear something related to the use of the mind altering devices; news stories were all the rage about those illegal things and no one was safe.

	Trying hard to replace his sister with other thoughts and Dante only managed to consider Ms. Dunkfish as a possible candidate for having her mind dinked with electronically.  Doralee Dunkfish was his Math teacher—Dante hated math but secretly had a desire to trapezoid Ms. Dunkfish.  She was a vivacious 36 year old Italian-mix and Dante reeled when he was close to her.  Her perfume, her 36C titties, her swishing ass, even the way she talked drove Dante crazy.
	Then there was Abby Sloegrab—OMG!  She was HOT!  She wasn’t a cheerleader but she sure had the body for one!  And for a white girl, Danille Lumpsore was a true beauty; blond hair clear to her ass!  She knew of Dante’s existence on the Earth, even spoke to him!  The girl smelled wondrous and Dante very desperately wanted to fuck her brains out!  Gloria Vanderschmitt—that was a nice-nice girl.  She had a white daddy and a black mommy and an ass that wouldn’t quit!  Nora Vasquez—a Mexican-American girl, a year older than Dante, made Dante bash into walls, walk into pillars, and have a perpetual hard-on all thru lunch period of which where he sat in close proximity of.
	And a dozen other girls he could name.
	The day was a long one.  After Math class there was History and a “surprise” quiz.  Science class was boring—as usual (except when his best friend Boon ripped one and very nearly cleared the room.)  Gym was alright but his mind wasn’t on basketball—and so he subsequently got smacked in the face for his inattention.
	After school and there was a get-together at the local pizza joint.  Dante was going to ditch but then he found out Jessica Longjam was going to be there and wherever Jessica Longjam was—he wanted to be there, too.
	Finally, though, with thoughts of Valerie on his mind, Dante scooted home—only to find his reason for scooting out early from the pizza gathering not home.  She was downtown at the head doctor’s place with one or both parental units.
	‘Damn.’ Dante bitched.  Foiled again.
	Flustered, Dante flung himself onto his bed.  Being highly pissed off he didn’t even whip out his dick and jerk off—as per the norm.  Although his teacher filled his mind, half the class in his homeroom, just about all the girls on the cheerleader squad, and Jessica, getting off wasn’t happening.
	The use of his sister’s undies didn’t help either.
	For some reason he opted for the other source of female undies—his Mom’s.
	His Mom had some nice underwear; bikini style was only a part of her underwear wardrobe; there were French-cut, hipsters, string, and practically non-existent.  Dante had to admit—his Mom was HOT!  She was very pretty, reserved, sleek, well poised, and more than once did Dante jerk off thinking about “doing” her.  More than once.
	While snooping dangerously in his parents’ bedroom rummaging thru his Mom’s panty drawer—he saw out of the corner of his eye some movement.  Next door.  The situation of the Hugatable house and the townhouse next door was such that he could see into the first floor den.  And there therein he saw Mr. Peterschmitt and Kenny Budyankmychain.  KB was the nice ten year old boy from across the street.  Both were naked.  Mr. Peterschmitt was in an armless chair and Kenny B was sitting on him, facing him, straddling him.
	Dante couldn’t believe his eyes.
	Then he smelled “happy smoke.”
	In a flurry the boy flew down the stairs and into the bushes alongside the house.  A fence divided the properties and thick bushes were on either side.  Dante, though, knew of a loose board.  And from the loose board—three feet to the house.  Under the house via the access that provided such access and then to the spot under the house where after a hell of a lot of maneuvering he arrived where he could see up into the den.
	It wasn’t an easy task—a lot of dirt, a pesky mouse, insulation, piping, spiders, but it was worth it.  He had been there before—where previous occupant owner often spanked her children.  Bare handed—bare ass.  The youngest was a pretty ten year old girl who was often mouthy; the oldest was a teenager girl about fifteen who often got caught sneaking into the house way-way after curfew.  Pants down, panties down, the girls got swatted—and Dante was right there under the floor to see.
	Now there was something new—Hans Peterschmitt had moved in, alone.  He was German, a retired professor who wrote books, text books, and during WWII was an ace fighter pilot (for Germany of course.)
	Kenny B was a nice kid from across the street.
	From his vantage point, Dante could just see Mr. P’s cock ALL the way UP into Kenny’s dirt chute.  The man had his hands on the boy’s very black ass.  There was some grunting and groaning but Dante couldn’t rightly tell who was doing the grunting or the groaning.  Not that it mattered.
	Retired Mr. Hans didn’t walk well and used a can, a walker, and most times a wheelchair of some sort; powered or manual.  He did walk, just not well.  After the shagging of Kenny, Mr. Hans P rested a moment before standing up and walking out of view—leaving a very-very horny Dante in a serious state of want.
	Or need.
	Hand humping just wasn’t going to get it.  And usually when he was in such a state his willing sister was willing to give him some action.  Something had to be done.  And turns out…

“If I only had a brain!” Scarecrow
“If I only had time.” Country song
“If I only had known blowing up a building would get me in trouble.” Osama
“If I only had an EMAD.” Dante Hugatable
	Oh the things we find when we snoop!
	Occasionally his brain surgeon dad would bring home “stuff.”  Hospital stuff; IV bottles, stethoscopes, blood pressure kits, scrubs, bed pans, pillows, blankets, shoes, soaps, surgical instruments of this and that—the man was a thief!  And bearing this in mind, Dante snooped in his father’s private den for a specialty item—a scope.  The “scope” was one that sneaked—er, snaked, its way into one’s asshole tract searching for abnormalities other than turds.
	The scope was found and would be suitable for spying whilst under the floor of the neighbor, Hans Peterschmitt.  The scope was equipped with a camera so Dante could later view them on his computer and see more exact up close and personal with ease.
	Dante also found an EMAD.
	At first he didn’t know what the fuck it was.  It looked like a remote control device—and his father was a nut for remote control devices.  Dante’s father was a man who was a fix-it man—a man who “fixed it” until it couldn’t be fixed anymore and required (finally) a real repairman—who worked under the close scrutiny of.
	After a while of fiddling with the device, finding no battery compartment, no device in the house that the remote went to, Dante stumbled upon the simple fact that the device was a Device!
	His heart sank.
	His balls swelled.
	“No!” he said to himself.  “No fucking way!”  why would his brilliant father, a brain surgeon, have such a thing?  It was highly illegal.  Should anyone know of the brilliant brain surgeon man having such an illegal thing—that would be the end of him.
	Why the risk?
	Dante understood (in part) the fascination with the illegal Device.  It made dreams cum true.  It made engaging in immoral practices with someone you shouldn’t a whole hell of a lot better.  A whole lot.
	So—did it work?
	And if so, did his father use it?  On who?
	Dante was stunned—did his father, a brilliant brain surgeon, use the mind altering gadget to Valerie?  Wow.  Wow.  Holy crap wow.  Wow.  It was an eye opener—and it gave Dante wood.

	What’s a guy to do—in such a situation as having a bone-idle boner and a contraption that controlled other peoples minds?  Well, keep reading and I’ll tell you.
	After carefully putting all the stuff he had rummaged thru back the way it had been (before he rummaged thru it), Dante made for the kitchen.  He was perplexed, still, by the finding.  Wow.  If his Mother should learn of the illegal Device—wow.  He had seen his Mother mad before—even pissed off.  But to learn that her husband had hidden an electronic device that was mind altering and very-very illegal to possess?  Wow.  The level of pissed-offedness had not yet been seen.  And Dante didn’t want to.
	By the time, Dante had three hours to screw around with.  Literally.
	Decisions—decisions.  Who?  Who could he firstly try the illegal Device on?  A neighbor?  A friend?  (girl speaking)  A chanced encounter with someone?
	Bingo!

	And Tina Bingo was the “chanced” encounter.
	Tina Bingo was a pretty black girl who was all of eight years young.
	Dante didn’t think himself too much a pervert and didn’t think himself to go too far with the little girl.  In the alley did Dante see the little neighbor girl.  In the alley did Dante have soaring illicit desires.  Again, he didn’t think himself to go too far with her—it was just to see how far the illegal device would go.
	Dante was surprised to see Tina follow the Device’s prompts:  on the gadget’s LCD screen were displays Dante didn’t and did understand.  The wavering wave lengths in different colours was one; sensory buttons that had symbols but no words, and then a side bar screen with command prompts and subcommands—like “come here”  “undress”  “bend over”  “answer truthfully” and so on.
	Dante did understand that red blinking lights was not a good thing; yellow lights were cautionary, and green was a good thing.  But he wasn’t sure exactly what that meant in conjuction with the capturing of the brain wave patterns of the intended Target.  Did blinking and/or solid red lights indicate the Subject’s mind had been “acquired” or not so much?  Did green lights indicate same?
	Tina came to him; she had little braids in her hair, cornrows, and a bright cherry face.  A short-short skirt she wore and Dante had her pull her panties down to her knees.  It was a bold-bold request but it was a test.
	And Tina passed.
	Down came the panties.
	Dante was floored.  “Wow.” he breathed.  

	From the alley the pretty eight year old was mislead into the high fenced backyard of Dante’s home and quickly ushered into basement access.  With heart beating out of his chest the boy pulled down the unwary girl’s skirt himself.  His eyes locked solidly onto Tina’s bald pussy.
	Nice.
	Dante wondered casually if whether or not Mr. Peterschmitt was using a mind altering device on Kenny?  Or was the ten year old boy willing letting an aged Nazi fuck him up the ass?
	With the skirt and panties off, Dante felt a new feeling swelling.
	The Device seemed to be taking over ‘cause the boy hauled out his cock and right up against the little girl’s face it went.  A little face fucking and then “into” the mouth.  Dante was assured, then, that Tina was under the control of the EMAD.  He jacked off into her mouth, onto her sweet face, then—THEN, laying her down on an emergency cot (in case the world ended, Dante’s father had the basement converted into a “live for a short time more after the world ends” shelter) the naughty boy undressed himself, opened Tina’s legs, and licked her out.
	And that was followed by the unthinkable.
	No, no penetration—just a lot of humping followed by a lot of cumming.
	Then, after cleaning the girl up, dressing her, and returning her to the alley and “releasing” her mind back to her ownself, Dante set his cock to another neighbor girl—thirteen year old Jenesis Tuxtable.  The boy was still jazzed, though, by his misdoings with Tina.  The sensations of his doings—a wow factor he had never known.  Fooling with his own sister, Valerie, had been a sin-sensational feeling he though could not be topped.  But rubbing his cock against the bald poon of Tina—unbelievable.
	Of course, the aid of the EMAD was there, too.  The unmitigated gall of capturing a person’s mind and then having his way with the body of the mind—wow-oh-wow-oh-fuck wow.  
	And the implications of what could come—equipped with a Device, well, wow, the possibilities were endless.  Endless!  Everyone was a potential target!
	Jenesis Tuxtable.  She was a flamboyant girl; trendy in her clothing, always happy and wanting to make everyone around her happy.  There was a black daddy and a white/Mexican-American mommy.  Four brothers, also.  Dante figured the girl was probably not a virgin.  Probably.  And her acknowledging the existence of his life on the earth was a plus.
	Never had Dante seen Jenesis in a bathing suit or less attire than was “revealing.”  Regardless, she was always “hot.” Her friendly attitude was something—really something.  And naked she was even better.
	Catching the enchanting girl alone was a neat trick but after a few days of “stalking” there was a small window of where the girl was—alone.
	Nothing was going to be the same again—with the EMAD life was going to be different.  Way different.  He had out and out kidnapped and molested little Trudy and made no bones about doing same with Jenesis.  No one was safe.  Of course, after every use the nifty gadget was tucked away back where it came from.  In the days that followed, young Dante went on to bone some other girls—including one of the girls’ own mother!
	He didn’t think himself to be too much a cad, a callous scumbag, a pervert.  But, however, that is to say that there wasn’t potential.  And he was sated by the fact that whatever he did wouldn’t be remembered by the Subject.  So what transpired in the kitchen of one of his friends wasn’t so bad.
	In the kitchen of one of his girl friends—a friend who was a girl not a “girlfriend” this happened:  shagging the nasty.  To the extreme.  Again, Dante didn’t think himself too much of a pervert—but then again, given the chance, given the opportunity and viola!
	Present in the upscale modern townhouse in the “better part” of the City were Sondra, Carrie Anne, Lori Ann, Molly, and Sondra’s mother, Laticia.  Sondra was a girl Dante desperately wanted to see naked.  He had seen her in her swimsuit and that just drove him mad.  A hot yellow outfit that was form fitting and almost revealing—it was a wonder her parents let her out of the house with it on.
	Carrie Anne was a nine year old white girl and family friend.  She was pretty, short blond hair, incredible blue eyes, flat chested, nice butt.  Another family friend was Lori Ann—she was a tall skinny-as-a-proverbial-beanpole, and had super long super sleek flaming red hair.
	Molly was a thirteen year old friend of Sondra’s—not so much of Dante’s.  For some reason, Molly didn’t care for Dante—she was a bit of a snob and thought Dante’s antic childish and immature.
	And then there was Laticia.  Laticia Peelittle had unbelievable beauty.  She taught law at the local college, gave lectures on law, co-wrote text books on law, and was writing a book—not on law but a children’s book.  She was strikingly beautiful; tall, charming, well poised, spoke well and distinctly, and Dante wanted to sink his bone into her.  And how!
	Five potentially wondrous pussies.
	Could the EMAD calm the minds of five?  All at once?  Dante didn’t know.  There was little fear in Dante—meaning, he had no fear of the unknown.  He was, in some regards accordingly, childish and immature.  He boldly activated the EMAD (secretly) and was stunned when the cackling of the girls suddenly ceased.
	The five pussies had gone quiet.
	All the light indicators on the EMAD were green.
	Dante smiled—life was good!

	Choices-choices; decisions-decisions.  Sondra, Carrie Anne, Lori Ann, Molly, Laticia.  Turns out, Carrie Anne was closest so with no fear, no trepidation, no morals, Dante chose her.  The girl was a cutie, not lily white but she could use some sun.  She wore an off-pink form fitting sleeveless top and short kiddie style white skirt with white sandals.  Honey blond hair to the middle of her back, a nice girl who had parents in the teaching industry.
	Dante firstly made a check to ensure that the Five were under the effects of the magical electronical device—after clearing his voice he made a raspberry noise.  No one giggled, no gave him a bad look.  He was safe to proceed.
	Raising Carrie Anne’s skirt he was greeted with orange panties.  His cock got hard (harder).  Stray thoughts there were; there were too many choices!  Sondra, Molly, Sondra’s mother!
	Back to Carrie Anne.
	The cute little nine year old white girl had not hair one on her little pussy—Dante checked.  After lowering her panties—in full view of Lori Ann and Molly, Dante fingered the little girl’s pussy.  The hour was just before noon o’clock; the assemblage of young peoples was for the purposes of making fudge cakes for a party later on.  Carrie Anne though flat chested (and hairless) had potential.
	Standing up with some moral trigger pestering him, Dante paused half a second before unleashing his cock.  After wavering it before the little girl’s calm unwavering face he pressed it against her face.  A big grin came onto his face and he cinched his balls right up to her nostrils before poking his hard-on into her mouth.  Into her mouth!
	Not even the blowjob he got from his own sister was as dramatically fulfilling.  From a nine year old!  He didn’t know why, he didn’t understand—but his dick in the white girl’s mouth was pretty terrific.  He did pull out for more face fucking; then dropped down to his knees to give her young cunny a more dutiful looksee.
	And he did look, finger, hug and feel of the girl’s ass—then, for the unmitigated gall he laid the girl down—he laid the girl down on the floor and placed his cock against her.  There he did hump the innocent virgin slit.
	And once more a moral fiber strung loose and slapped him.
	Onto Sondra.
	After pulling Carrie Anne’s panties up the naughty oh-so naughty boy checked out Sondra Michelle.  She was in a knee length summery dress.  At thirteen the girl was awesome; light creamy dark skin, shoulder lengthy silk hair, nice sized titties that were deemed to be “just right.”  Dante reached up under the dress tugging down the panties he found.  They were a soft black French-cut.
	And like little Carrie Anne—not hair one was found on her pussy!

	Dante couldn’t believe it; nor could he believe it when his cock slipped into her pussy so easily.  It still was a snug-tight fit and gave no indication of being virginal or not.  Not that Dante would have known the difference; it was just the fact that her pussy was so delightful!
	He tried to pump slowly but that only lasted a couple of pumps—then it was all about the fucking—and it was glorious Centurion!  Glorious!  Dante had no idea that fucking could be so wondrous!  The sensations were sensational!  His mind blanked out as overload overtook him exponentially.  
	It was a good fuck.  Damn good.  And the release that came at the end was more than he could put words to.  He shuddered; his toes curled, his hair curled, he saw bright lights blasting into his eyes.  The trembling that followed lasted only a couple of seconds but they were long enduring seconds that put the young teenager into the clouds.
	“FUCK!” he whewed after the deed was done.  He sat back watching his spunk spill out of Sondra’s gash.  Spunk also drizzled out of his cock that was still a little hard.  Hard enough to go on to Lori Ann.
	Lori Ann was a super skinny red head girl; twelve years young and still in a training bra.  She was cute, though—but that was all that was going for her.  No ass, no form, no tits.  Regardless, she was a conquest to conquer and Dante was just the fella to do it.
	So he did.
	Total nudity was the game—and Dante stripped to his skin himself.
	Then, it was all about laying the lily white girl out on the floor, opening her legs and noshing at her Y.  It was sweet.  A little musty with the slight hint of pee.  Dante didn’t mind.  He licked happily, drove his tongue and finger into the slit followed by his cock.

	Clearly, fucking was the thing.  The only thing.  The only thing that mattered.  Age didn’t matter; get it in, get off, get it out, move on.  Dante did just that.  He lingered a bit with Lori Ann; was mesmerized for a moment with Sondra, wasn’t quite himself with Carrie Anne, and felt he was having an out of body experience when doing Molly.
	And with Molly—his age, immature “childish” Dante lingered a little longer.  The girl was heaven.  Creamy light chocolate brown skin, perfect face, perfect hair, perfect titties.  And her pussy!  Dynamite!  Totally like totally awesome!
	Sliding his cock into Molly was da bomb!  There was instant satisfaction.  There was instant pleasure!  There was instant orgasm!  His cock was already satiated and well spent so he was able to pump steadily a few minutes before being able to muster up a small amount of cum.
	It was the most enjoyable fuck ever!
	Ever!
	Could it get any better?
	Five minute did Dante work fucking Molly.  The thirteen year old girl was quite a dish; she was soooo pretty!  Dante lay right on her, laying his bare chest right onto her teenage titties finding a new sensation in his illicit doings.  Just by moving his hips a new sensation had been acquired.  It felt good!
	Of course, had the girl been “awake” and aware of the fuck session it might have been even better.  But since the girl couldn’t stand his guts—this was the only other option.  Dante’s balls drained, his cock surged, and Molly’s pussy was filled (with a small amount of jiz.)  The boy then suckled on the naked girl’s titties trying to muster up a little more love.
	He wore out before that.
	The aroma of the baking fudge in the double oven got his attention and gave slight concern than the delicious scent would “awaken” the others.  He needed a break.  His dick would never be the same.  His mind would never be the same.
	Snagging some fresh hot fudge and a soda the boy took it easy for a few minutes.  His mind was in total uproar—Sondra, Carrie Anne, Lori Ann, Molly—naked and fucked.  It was a mindblower for sure.  He never-ever thought he would have sex like he had just done.  Certainly not with Sondra, certainly not with Carrie Anne, Lori Ann, and especially Molly.
	Then there was Sondra’s mom, Laticia.
	Sondra’s mom, Laticia, was a striking beauty.  She was tall, poised, well spoken, well educated, and too good for the human race.  There was always a pleasantness about the woman; she smelled good, too!  He wasn’t the same, he would never be the same again.
	Five minutes elapsed.
	Ten minutes.
	Fifteen minutes—and Dante could only sit and stare at the woman he wanted to bone.  A woman.  A woman!  He had a couple of teachers at his school he wanted to sink his schlong into, too.  His mind began to smoke as he thought of all—ALL the girls he knew.  All the bitches on the cheerleader squad; all the cunts in the choir; every girl on the volleyball gang.
	Finally and Dante was risking certain death by undressing Laticia.
	Afterwards and Dante Hugatable just wasn’t the same ever again.
	Making love to the girls was one thing—humping a WOMAN was something else altogether.  He wasn’t going to be the same ever again.  The woman’s parts were bigger of course, she was a woman.  Like her daughter, Laticia had chocolate creamy chocolate skin.  Her breasts were womanly, cantaloupe-like.  Sondra titties were more like a ski-slope.
	Dante was very muchly out of his mind.  His heart beat hard in his chest, his cock beat harder.  Getting Laticia out of her clothes was a bother and he did so with care and time.  With her bra off he spent minutes just staring at them.  With her panties off—his mind blanked out.  It just shut off and blanked the fuck out.
	Then he came around and after guiding the woman to the breakfast table he was totally frapped when she complied with his wishes—‘get on the table.’ As per the prompt and subprompt from the display menu on the EMAD.  The woman’s pussy greeted him—hairless.
	And a tat!
	The boy couldn’t breathe.
	He couldn’t think.
	He couldn’t live without fucking that hairless pussy.
	The tat was a colourful rearing snorting winged fire unicorn with a prominent hard-on!  Its placement was just to the right and up whereas panties would well enough conceal it.  No other tats were seen.  
	‘go on—eat her out.’ a voice in his head said.
	Dante hesitated—not that he hadn’t intended on doing so but it was just the business of such.  Schlepping his schlong into nine year old Carrie Anne was one thing, out and out fucking twelve year old Lori Ann, Molly, Sondra—wow factor times ten and then some was another.
	But fucking Laticia? A woman?  A professional woman?
	A full minute elapsed before Dante put his mouth to Laticia’s cunt.
	He had loved every second licking Molly’s juicy poon; Carrie Anne, Lori Ann, and Sondra equally thrilled him with their pussies.  None of them, however, compared to the cunt of Laticia Peelittle.  It was fresh!  Clean, soft, delectable, delicious!  Dante was enthralled and hastily licked, lapped, and nipped the woman’s bare cunt before hurriedly shoving his cock into her and getting on with the business that was fucking.
	No words were they to describe the feelings of fucking Laticia.  She was a woman—and it would have been far-far better had she been awake and aware (and willing.)  But as it was, Dante was cool and very-very happy.  He gave a little jiz with his effort and then had no more.  The desire to molest, though, was still with him.  He hugged little Carrie Anne, fondled her ass, fingered her pussy, then laid his saucy cock to her pretty face and humped it.
	Lori Ann sucked his balls.
	Molly sucked his dick and Sondra—got fucked up the ass.
	Thereafter and Dante scurried home to shower and retire to his room to contemplate what he had done.  He was almost asleep when he realized he hadn’t returned his Dad’s gizmo.
	Just as he was coming out of his parents’ room and there was dad.
	“What’s doin’, son?” Heath asked of his “busted” son.
	“Uh, just paying you back that twenty I borrowed.” 
	Heath chuckled, reared his head back, ‘What kind of scam you running now?’
	But sure enough, on the nightstand under Father of the Year award was a twenty dollar bill.  Of course, Heath checked his dresser for the illegal to possess electronic mind altering device.  And sure enough—there it was safe and sound.
	Dante was still jazzed about his doings at the Peelittle house.  He had actually FUCKED Laticia!  His cock had been in a little girl’s mouth!  He had boned Molly and Sondra (and Lori Ann.)  And afterwards—afterwards he had merely cleaned himself up and was told—told—‘nevermind the cleanup’ of the others.
	So Dante snagged another hunk of fudge and split giving not thought one to the “voice” who had told him “nevermind.”  And there was a lot of “cleanup” to do; Dante’s cum was all over the sweet face of Carrie Anne; all over the pussy of Lori Ann; Molly and Sondra had cum on their faces, titties, AND pussies.
	At home and the trick with the EMAD was not over.  Dante’s friend, best friend since 3rd grade was there, “Roach.”  Roach was all smiles; he had weed.
	“Dude, I scored some righteous shit!” he exclaimed.  The boys hurried into Dante’s sanctuary and Roach broke out the fresh Mexican herb.  It smelled.  It smelled awful.  Dante wasn’t sure but took a hit from a fresh rolled joint and was almost instantly sick.
	“Dude, what the fuck?”
	Roach, however, found nothing wrong with the South of the Boarder whacky weed.  He was pretty much fucked up all the time—which was a nice thing for a boy whose father was a pastor…
	Anyways, Dante faked smoking the joint and let his pal take all the hits.
	Afterwards, as the two were joshing, giggling, making jest about girls they knew (and wanted to know) this happened:  ‘suck my dick.’
	While smoking the whacking weed the two got a little silly—and naked.
	Neither were gay and dissed those who were.
	What came over Dante to suggest such a gay act he didn’t rightly know.  He was a little giddy (he DID smoke SOME of the weed) but not enough to get really high.  It was just one of those spur of the moment blurts.  And helped out with the aid of the Device the best friend since 3rd grade—sucked—Dante’s—dick.
	Dante was blown—literally and figuratively.  Getting sucked earlier had been a mindblower.  Getting sucked by his best friend?  Wow factor beyond wow factoring.  Was Roach secretly an expert cocksucker?  Then,
	‘Suck my balls.’	
	More wow factoring—Roach happily sucked Dante’s musty funky balls.
	So, while laying naked on his back just having had his best friend suck not only his cock but his ball sac, too; Dante pulled his legs back and for the final act of degradation as well as absolute proof that the boy was under the influence of the minding device—
	‘Lick my hole!’
	Nope, Dante wasn’t going to be the same ever again—Roach licked his hole!
	And afterwards—
	Dante showered—he needed it.  His mind was in serious overload.  What a day!  It was—it was like a dream.  A fantasy.  A fantasy that had come true.  Had he really fucked Sondra’s mom?  Had his cock really been in the mouth of Carrie Anne?  Did Roach really lick his asshole?  The wow factor was off the scale.  When he returned to his room—Roach was still naked on his bed—passed out.
	‘fuck him.’ a voice said.
	Dante held fast for a moment, then, thinking of Lori Ann, Molly, and Sondra, he applied some spittle to his friend’s dirt chute then applied his cock.  Roach was a virgin—in more ways than one.  Dante filled the boy’s hole and fucked him hard.  When done he virtually passed out—when he awoke, Roach was gone and strangely—strangely his own hole was sore…

Then one night…
	Then one night when the moon was dark, out of her room came Valerie stark.  Stark naked!  Again.  Dante stood totally captivated by his naked sister—totally unaware that his Dad was standing there, also. Dante fished out his cock from his underwear he was in only and began making love to it.  Then, as soon as he stepped up closer to his naked sleepwalking sister—
	“Heehee.” chuckled his Dad.
	Dante froze.  “Shit!” he exclaimed.
	“It’s alright, son.” Heath said in a low voice—he was doing the same thing!
	Oh!
	Gently and was Valerie guided back to her room.
	“Is she going to wake up?” Dante worried—dick still out (and hard).
	“Nah,” his Dad replied, “not with this.” And he shook to be seen the infamous EMAD.
	“DAD!” exclaimed Dante shocked at what his Dad possessed.
	Heath gawfed at his son’s claim—claim that he didn’t know anything about the minding device.  He knew.
	And so with the knowing came the doing.
	Shameful!
	Both Dad and Son took advantage—high advantage of the unwary Valerie.

	Gently-gently ever so gently did Heath lay his daughter out on her bed.
	The working Device was set aside and for a moment the man stood working his favorite organ admiring his naked child.  The room was mostly dark save for a nightlight, fish tank light, and ambient lighting from the outside.
	Dante stood somewhat nervously nearby—stroking his favorite organ, too.
	“Soooo, why-why does she sleep walk?” he asked curiously.
	Heath mulled it over, shrugged, licked his lips, stroked his cock, then mused,
	“Residual effects.”
	“What does that mean?”
	“Well,” not really wanting to get into detail but, “from the sessions with Dr. Reemme, what she been thru, and that handy little gadget there (the EMAD), her mind isn’t coping well so it shuts down.”
	That didn’t answer anything.  A little, but still—why was she walking around—naked?  Sound to sleep?
	“You and your sister been fooling around, huh?” busted.
	Dante shrugged and felt sheepish.  “Yeah.” He answered.
	Heath nodded, chuckled, then settled down beside his daughter.
	Dante settled, too.
	Heath began groping, fondling Valerie’s titties pressing his cock against her thigh.  Dante was all smiles and began fingering his sister’s cunt.  Nothing was said.  What was there to say?  Dante’s mind was blank anyways.  He fingered-fingered-fingered his sister’s quim; his cock harder than ever right up against the girl’s ass.  Soon and Daddy Heath was rolling Valerie over onto her side, her pussy accessible to him.  First dibs!

Just chillin’ in the crib
	Screwing with (and screwing) his sister while his Dad was present was weird.  But be that as it may, Dante and Heath double-teamed the unwary girl; Dante in her ass while Daddy Heath pumped her pussy.  Then they switched.  Life in the Hugatable house would never be the same.  Valerie was a fuck toy.
	Then one day, Heath came home to find Dante entertaining some friends; Roach was one, but there, too, was also Sondra Peelittle, Molly, and Lori Ann.  The kids were just chillin’ discussing school, sports, teachers, finals, summer aspirations, pending high school, and food.
	At length at Dante was in the kitchen getting more drinks, the others in the living room socializing.  Heath came in and joshed with his son before peeking thru the door to the assembled girls.  He looked to his son giving him the look conveying “got any action with them?”
	Dante blushed; that day at Sondra’s…

	“Just the one time.” Dante said trying to keep a straight face.
	Heath’s eyes and attention were on Sondra.
	Another look to his son and the boy grinned nodding his head and all kinds of “Yeah!  Let’s do it!”
	Sondra, Molly, Lori Ann were easily overcome—just as before.
	Roach had just left to go home for family business.  So he missed out; not that Dante would have clued him in on the misdoings but there might have been a way to allow the boy’s participation w/o him actually knowing about the illicit mind altering device.
	Anyways,
	Choices-choices; decisions-decisions.
	Heath continued to give his son “looks.”  Dante was oblivious to the unsaid conveyance.  He was giddy as all get out at the prospect of getting laid again WITH his Dad present and WITH his Dad’s permission.  How cool is that!?
	Sondra was first to be the one to undress herself.  Heath expertly manipulated the EMAD that expertly manipulated the girl.  When she was down to just her panties—
	“Oh shit!” exclaimed Dante.  His cock was out and he was near to cumming off right then and there.  So as not to waste it—he stepped up to twelve year old Lori Ann and face fucked her.  Much to the awe (but not dismay) of his present Dad.
	“You dog you!” commented Heath.
	Dante blushed and jacked off onto the girl’s face—he didn’t tell him about nine year old Carrie Anne.  Would his Dad care?  Would there be a difference?  Incest was one thing, manipulating your daughter with an illegal electronic device was one thing; but were there morals Mr. Hugatable wouldn’t cross?
	Dante didn’t know—didn’t care.  He humped the white girl’s face and splashed his love cream onto her face, into her hair, and a finale of jiz spew into her mouth.  Then he was all about getting her naked.
	Meanwhile, Heath had Sondra go on to slid her panties down and then off.
	Then, on the sofa—right in the living room in broad fucking daylight, Heath noshed on the young teen’s pussy.  He drove fingers into her gash as well as into her asshole.  The girl moaned, groaned, and came.  Heath was totally enthralled and giggled as streams of her pussy juice juiced out of cunt.  The insertion of his cock soon followed.
	Dante had Lori Ann undressed and on her hands and knees.  With her legs open the boy began an assault on her ass—specifically her asshole.  Applying his tongue he licked and licked and soon was pushing inward—all the while hammering his ready-to-fuck something cock.
	Heath watched with some amusement.
	Oh!  The things we do when we think we can get away with it!
	Heath plowed Sondra’s delicate pussy blasting a healthy man load in just under three minutes.  A goodly amount of man jiz was emptied onto the girl’s pussy as well.  Exhausted, the man lay down on the girl precariously perched on the sofa—a sofa his wife had picked out and would KILL outright anyone who got stains on it.  Suckling Sondra’s titties occupied his time and soothed his aching body—especially his aching cock.
	Meanwhile, son Dante was drilling Molly.
	Dante’s mind was no longer his—all there was was the fuck.  The action of the fuck.  The conquest of the fuck.  That was all there was and all that matterd.  His cock was smoldering and in severe ache but he mustered enough strength to fuck Molly’s pussy and then—THEN her asshole.  His hands danced all over her ass, her sides, and especially her thirteen year old breasts.
	Heath fondled those breasts with his turn; Dante went on to stuff Sondra then both horndogs enjoyed double dipping Lori Ann.  Dante was a little amused at his Dad’s antics.  What morals DID the man have left?  With Lori Ann, Heath licked out her pussy, fingered her pussy, fingered her asshole, sucked her titties, then spanked her.  The spanking ensured that the girl’s mind was indeed locked up tight by the EMAD.  Dante was turned on even more than ever—watching a girl being spanked was awesome!
	And it would be even more awesome if she were aware so there would be all the crying and squirming, begging and all that.  But anyways…

	Then that night when the moon was dark, out in the hall stood Dante stark.
	Outside in the hallway Dante stood stark naked with a raging hard-on.  The boy stood outside his parents’ bedroom.  In his parents’ bedroom sex was going on, Daddy Heath was gettin’ some.  He had fucked Sondra, Molly, and Lori Ann earlier and it just wasn’t enough!  When done, Heath rolled onto his back and heaved.  Loving and giving wife Clara lay heaving herself.  She was partly on her own and partly compromised.
	Dante stroked his cock—stroked his cock—stroked his cock hard.
	Heath was very much aware of his son in the hallway watching.
	“You can come in, son.” said Heath.
	He didn’t know why but he (Dante) was a little nervous.  He did muster courage and barge in, still stark naked, still with a hard-on.  Heath lay giggling to himself, propped himself up on an elbow and began fingering his wife’s pussy.
	There was a nightstand lamp on, turned way-way down providing just enough light to see.  Dante’s Mom was strikingly beautiful, even more so naked!  Dante was ready to blow his load right then and there.  Heath moved off of the bed, flopped his cock, saw that it still had a little more life in it and left the room.
	Dante was left with his Mom.
	Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y he moved onto his Mom’s fine naked body again nearly blowing his load when the super sensitive head of his cock touched her pussy.  There was just a little fur patch on the poon.  Dante couldn’t believe what he was contemplating.  Fucking your sister was one thing, but boning your mom?
	He knew that his Dad was in Valerie’s room fucking her brains out.
	Dante eased his cock into his Mom’s cunt feeling squirts of his liquid love shooting out.  The vibrations of his jutting spunk reverberated throughout his body.  He tightened up all over and it felt like at the end of a fucking—but he had just begun.  With every inch of his young mamba in his Mom’s poon the pumping began. 
	 He had come out of that pussy—he was going to cum out of that pussy.
	Again, his mind blanked and all there was was the fucking—the fucking.
	He tried taking his time but that only lasted so long.  The shuddering sensations consumed him and stepping up the power thrustings was the only way to go.  And that only alleviated the kicked up sensation a little bit.  He strove to reach that impossible goal of ultimate satisfaction which required a lot of work.
	But it was satisfying work nonetheless.

	The following day and Dr. Heath was downtown entering Shagnasty’s House of Nasty Shagging.  During the day and the club was tame and not so active.  The retelling by his daughter about Shaggy didn’t pan out; the description Valerie gave didn’t fit anyone at the popular club and was deemed to be a fabrication due to the severe trauma the young teen had suffered.
	After getting a drink at the bar a man a few cunt hairs shy of being 6ft/2meters tall came out of a secret door.
	“Doctor!” he exclaimed with a beaming smile.  As a black man he had the atypical adorations—gold tooth, earrings, bling-bling everywhere bling.  He was a short man, rotund, and a snappy dresser decked out to the nines topped with a bowler hat which didn’t fit with the amount of hair the man wore.
	“Shaggy!” which was an appropriate title for the thick haired man.
	“Things going well?” Shaggy asked.
	“Couldn’t be sweeter.” Dr. Heath returned.
	Shaggy smiled and withdrew from inside jacket pocket a yellow envelope.
	Dr. Heath didn’t look, that would be rude—and unnecessary.  He smiled and tucked the envelope into his own jacket pocket saying “Nice doing business with you.” finished his drink and then moseyed out the door.
	Turns out, Dr. Heath Hugatable had a 20 percent stake in the Nasty House of Shagging.  Imagine that!
	*personal shout out to Manchester City—finally Manchester is painted blue!