August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 14
And the Saga Continues
Vignettes II

And then this happened
	Big Bob’s Big Happy
	“Big Bob’s Big Ass Car lot; on the corner of Whogivesashit Lane and Bigfuckingdeal Road.  Right next to Try and Save Shopping Center and Better Homes and Gardens Than Yours Emporium.  Big Bob’s Big Cars feature all the politically incorrect cars you love to hate to drive.  Comfort and Style are all about the 1970s big cars; the long-long cars where you can pack a family of ten and ride in comfort AND style.  Big powerful V8s, 25 gallon fuel tanks, every imaginable power option you could want!  Big Bob’s Big Ass Car lot.  Get your big ass down here and get your ride today!”
	 Down the street from Big Bob’s Big Car car lot and the owner/proprietor of said car lot sat a little glum being in a pub slurping slowly his brew.  Not even his favorite waitress bringing him his favorite brew half priced seemed to enlighten him.  Not even selling three big ass gunboat cars did the trick.
	“Why so glum, chum?” said a friend slumping into the booth situated in the rear of the Irish pub.
	“Oh, nothing much; my life is all.”
	“Well, maybe this will cheer you u!” and the man with no hair on his head but a hell of a lot of it on his face slid across the wooden table a yellow packet.
	Big Bob stared at the packet then slid across his own yellow packet slipping the one from Red Beard into his jacket pocket.  Red Beard smiled, “Tis a pleasure doin’ business with ya!” he gulped his tanker of Stout, burped, then winked to his glum chum and disappeared.
	Big Bob slowly sipped his drink, his mind elsewhere.  Earlier, recently, he had tried-tried-tried in vane to “get to know” his eleven year old smart-alecky daughter.  They had gone to ballgames, school plays, the park, the beach, all sorts of “father/daughter” stuff all in a vane attempt at getting to know his daughter after the passing of her mother.  Still, though, despite his best efforts, his daughter, Helga, saw thru his attempts and scoffed at them.  
	Big Bob was a rough sort of guy, a few years in the US Army, a big college guy whose ambition was solely sports—specifically football.  Raising a daughter was no where on his list—he had left that to his wife.
	After a frivolous day of trying to bond with his daughter—and not successful, Bob slumped in his big brown vinyl chair in his den surrounded by wall posters of famous football heroes, college flags, books on war, replica models of war re-enactments, and so on.  Was he praying?  He missed his wife big time; she was the level headed one, the financier, the one who was raising Helga.
	He knew that he feeble attempt at bonding had been a fiasco.  He knew that he needed to come clean with his child.  So, a heart to heart talk was needed.  By the time he realized that—it was eleven o’clock in the evening.  She’d be asleep.  If he waited until morning—his mood would be different.  So would Helga’s.
	It had to be now.
	He had woken her up in the middle of the night before—to let her know her mom had gone to the hospital.  Then again to tell her that her mom had died.  The clock read out 11:45 by the time he mustered up the moxie to go up the stairs to her room.
	The door was not all the way closed; he peeked in and after his eyes adjusted he saw Helga on her bed—in her panties only!  Gulp!  Usually and the girl was in a long nightshirt.  He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen her in her undies.  Privately and Bob Patackee was embarrassed.  But that was due to the morality the man possessed.
	Cluttered room; stuffed plush animals—not the normal ones of bears and dolls; Helga’s likes were of the bizarre—dragons, trolls, monsters.  Bob then noticed on the girl’s bed handbills.  Taking a risk he stepped in and trying to nevermind his eleven year old clad merely in her panties he saw that the handbills were of a play.  About rats!  Not cats—rats!
	He failed to note, though, that on the other side of the handbill was Helga’s true interest—a wrestling match.  And before leaving his daughter’s room he did pause to “check her out.”  Kind of a perverted check out but then again his mind was blank and not wandering in one direction (perverted) or another (fatherly.)  Clad merely in her panties!  Oh!

Later…
	“A rat play!?” Helga exclaimed almost hysterically, “Are you serious?”
	Sometimes it was hard to read Helga—was she serious; was she making an offhanded remark, scoffing, upset?
	Big Bob had handed his daughter tickets (two of them) to the latest play to come to their burg—Rats!  The Musical.  Helga looked floored.  Big Bob began to sweat.
	“Dad, you just don’t get it, do you?”
	No, he didn’t.
	“But, Helga, I-I thought you liked them, or wanted to go see them.”
	“Where in the world did you get that lame idea?”
	Bob produced the playbill/handbill.
	Helga rolled her eyes, then turned the two-faced paper over showing her true interest.  “The worlds best wrestlers are finally coming to this lame city to blast it out on the canvas and YOU want to take me to a play about RATS!”
	“Good grief!” she added as she somewhat stormed out of the kitchen, “You don’t know me at all!  “What’s next?  Miniature golf?” she huffed, humphed, and made for her room leaving her dad a little out of sorts.  He had never hit Helga, never spanked her even.  This time was close.  She was ungrateful!  But then again, it was his fault—he had fucked up and not read her right.
	And she was right—he didn’t know her.  He didn’t know her at all.
	He didn’t know her friends, any of her friends’ names.  He didn’t even know the name of the school she went to!  What music did she like?  What was her favorite color?  He was sad.  He had to do something or he would lose her.  Losing her mother was bad enough—he couldn’t stand to lose his daughter, too.

That was then—this is now
	In his office he sat quietly staring at the envelope on his desk.
	The waterbottle burped in the corner.
	The air conditioner hummed.
	The lanyard banged against the flagpole outside; even the fluttering of the giant sized American flag could be heard.
	Bob sighed.
	Ten thousand dollars.
	Ten thousand dollars for a mind altering device, an electronic mind altering device.  It was illegal to have.  Very illegal to use.  There were counter devices to thwart EMADs; to detect and override.  Bob’s intent was not for perversional use to use on the masses, though.  His intent was—was—not clear.
	But he had spent ten thousand dollars on it.
	Enter secretary Elaine Huntinkiss AND her 14yr old daughter, Margret.
	Only a couple of seconds did it take for Bob Patackee to “try out” the ten thousand dollar gadget.  Just to see if it worked, mind you.  To see how good it worked, if it worked.
	End result?  It worked.  To begin with; while Elaine and her teenage daughter yapped in their office, Bob fumbled with the understanding of how the EMAD he possessed worked.  The operation wasn’t too complicated but it was something new that needed understanding and Bob didn’t have the time—or the instruction manual.

	Elaine Huntinkiss, she was thirty-five and looking live!  She changed her hairstyle once a month; sometimes it was audacious, funky, colorful, or out of control.  Sometimes she looked like she just stepped out of a 1950s era sitcom.  Her daughter was nothing like her, though, she was her own person.  The two seemed to have a good relationship and Big Bob Patackee wanted to be a part of that relationship—albeit a little perverted.
	“Turn Device on.”  check.
	“Acquire brain wave pattern of Subject(s).”  check.
	“Set manipulation ventures thru various set values.”  Uh, sure, check.
	Elaine and Margret yapped on and on and on about school, an upcoming dance, cheerleading squad, a nice hunk of a guy Margret was “interested” in, Ivy League schools, touring abroad, a bake sale, helping the pitiful homeless, yada yada yada, bla-bla-bla.
	The door to the secretary’s office was open.
	Bob sighed and pushed the selected sub-command routine selection.
	‘shut the fuck up!’ or “Cease auditory/verbal communications.”
	Bob held his breath and was stunned when he heard—nothing.
	Peeking into the secretary’s office and the two yapping girls were quiet.
	‘Son of a bitch!’ Bob said to himself, ‘the thing works!’  “Well, whaddya know!” he smiled, adjusted his posture, asserted himself (grabbing his crotch and making suitable adjustments therein) and made his presence known.
	Neither mother or daughter acknowledged his presence.
	No one was on the lot looking at cars, it was the End of Day, no other salesperson was at the office, it was End of Week and Big Bob usually ran the show alone.
	Bob activated the secondary command function; verbal input.
	“Stand up.” He directed to both Subjects.
	Elaine and Margret “stood up.”
	‘Amazing.’ and Bob was in awe.  Did he dare press it?  Just how much of their minds was captured by the EMAD?  He had seen the news stories about the dangerous mind altering device; he had overheard things regarding the nifty illegal gadget.  How much of that bilge was true?
	Let’s find out!
	Gulping, sweating, contemplating, worrying, Big Bob—who was not “big” but tall and muscular, directed his attention to Margret who was in a dress outfit.
	“Take your panties down.”
	That was test.
	And she passed—down came her bikini style panties to her knees where Bob wanted them.  He knew that in no way would the girl do such a thing if she weren’t under some mind assault.
	“P-pull your dress up.”
	Another test.
	Another passing.
	Bob thought he would faint.
	‘Sweet sorry son of a bitch!’ he blurted to himself.
	Stepping up close to the pair he tempted fate by having Elaine “take off your clothes.”
	She did.
	And once to her skin Bob Patackee was not himself.
	There was some trepidation; some foreboding worry that at any time the mind altering gadget would “fail” and that would be bad.  There would be no explaining the happenstance of the two woman butt naked before him and something drastic would have to be done to rectify to situation.
	Something drastic?  Ewewe, let’s not go there!
	Then, right there on her desk—Big Bob sunk his cock into the Elaine’s pussy.  Seemed like the thing to do.  And while he “did her” on her desk he had Margret complete her own undressing and lay out on the floor.  As Bob fucked himself senseless he had Margret get on her hands and knees giving him an “ass” view.  He liked that view, he could see her ass, crack, hole, and pussy.  It pleased and his cock swelled nicely in Elaine’s cunt firing off a nice round of spunk minutes later.
	The woman had some nice titties.  Even a nicer cunt!  It wasn’t banged on a regular basis like it should have been; Bob found the cunt rather pleasingly snug.  His balls slapped up tight against Elaine’s cunt and drained his nuggets well.  For years he had wanted to bang the woman; but being married nixed that.  He was loyal to his wife but with her gone that loyalty was gone, too.
	Elaine was married—that part didn’t bother Bob.
	Every inch of the womanly body did Bob enjoy.  Tweaking the nipples, nipping the nipples, filling her pussy with a huge gob of pent of cum.  He was almost exhausted—almost.  A severe ache came to his backside—another overwhelmed his cock.  Pulling out and a huge squirt of cum splashed up the woman’s body and with sweating dripping off of him in rivers he made way to the naked thirteen year old.
	No, it didn’t matter that Margret was thirteen.
	Was Big Bob a big pervert?  Let’s find out!
	To begin with—a finger into the girl’s asshole.  A little rummaging around then full insertion of his cock.  He could have gone for her pussy but he didn’t.  He sunk his bone to the hilt in her semi virgin asshole.  At the time Bob was not aware of the Q&A feature or he would have known about the girl taking dick from half the football team.
	His mind, though, was not on butt banging Margret.
	Helga occupied his thoughts.
	How could the EMAD work on their relationship?  He had seen how the minding gadget manipulated Elaine and Margret’s minds—they for surely would not have let him do what he had done.  For surely.

	It was a mind boggler for sure.  Surely.  His cock ached (but it was a good ache.)  His wife, bless her, wasn’t really much into “anal.”  When they were going together she had stated that she was “a little anal.”  Turns out—she was the wrong kind of anal.  Why going anal was so important to Bob he didn’t know—but it was something to with “conquest.”  Blasting a hot load of spunk into a girl’s poop chute was just a notch.  And after banging off in Margret’s poop chute, he found he could play with her delicious teenage titties, tweak them, spank her ass, and even pull some hairs from her cunt and the girl did not know and or respond.
	The Device was amazing!
	Using the girl’s panties he cleaned his cock off, wiped her hole, then re-fucked the secretary.  His mind was not his own.  He couldn’t believe what he was doing—and do who!  Was the ten thousand dollar investment worth it?
	Damn straight!

A party about coming
	Panty party!  Nothing is more fantastic than a panty party.  What was it about “panties.”  Skimpy panties, barely there panties, crotchless panties.  There were neon coloured undies, French-cut, bikini, and string.  But basic girlie undies was the thing, they were more real and enticing.  Bob had been in on a panty raid in college—a divining moment in his collegiate career.  His wife occasionally wore alternate undies—including the crotchless.  When Helga came along there were panties galore.  Which was embarrassing for Bob; let alone all that cleaning of Helga, bathing her, potty training, and occasional “accidents” he himself had to deal with when the wife wasn’t well or not even at home.
	Now, equipped with the ten-thousand dollar mind altering device—
	Now equipped with the ten-thousand dollar mind altering device—
	It was an awakener.  It was dangerous—he knew that.  Already the Device had proven itself with his secretary and her daughter.  In the back of his mind he knew he could sway any pesky wishy-washy customer.  But that wasn’t the reason he had made ten-thousand dollar investment.
	Helga.
	And not for any perverted incestuous reason, either.  Nope, Big Bob’s intent was to somehow smooth things over with his “estranged” strange daughter, sway her mind to be more open and not so rough and tough.
	But his mind slipped back to the night he had seen her in her undies.
	It had been awhile.  Er, a while since he had seen her in her undies.
	Of course, she was eleven, sooooo there wasn’t much there to be excited about.  She did have breasts, a bit of a form, and was probably most likely a virgin.  Did she finger herself?
	Bob shuddered—he didn’t really want to think about that.
	Or did he?
	Did he want to see his eleven year old child—naked?
	If so—then what?
	How far would he then go?
	Touch her?  Finger her?  Jack off onto her?  Onto her face, breasts, pussy?
	Bob’s heart was palpitating.  Sweat rivered off of his face and his cock—his cock was HARD!  Illicit thoughts, illicit deeds.  He couldn’t.  He couldn’t possibly molest Helga in any way.  Could he?
	He reserved himself to not do so.
	That lasted until that night when Helga had a sleepover party.  The last sleepover was some time before her mother had passed.   Four of Helga’s closest (only) friends—in the girl department.  Helga also had a few boys in the friend department.  They weren’t invited.
	Minutes after the girls arrived and Bob knew he wasn’t going to make it thru the night—thru the night without seeing someone naked.  At the very least in their undies!  Monica Allrock was a pretty neon white eleven year old who had hardly no titties to speak of.  She had a nice smile, light brown hair to her butt, a delightful girlie laugh, and smelled of strawberries.
	Nellie Notice was a year older and despite that she was the shortest one of the girl assemblage.  She had amazing brown eyes; was a “sun worshipper”; and had the whitest teeth ever!
	Pauline Punkme was a Chinese-American girl; very slender, kinda tall, a little shy, and Bob was pretty she didn’t have panties on.  Olga Nerdbird wore purple pants and her panty lines could be well seen.
	Bob wouldn’t mind to have another go at his secretary again—AND her daughter.  But as it was—Monica, Nellie, Pauline, and Olga would have to do.  Oh, and Helga, too.
	Popcorn.  Music.  Fizzy drinks.  Talks about boys, teachers, school, other assorted friends.  The gabby dames were in their regular clothes to begin with.  They made fudge, a mess, and Bob did his best to stay out of their way ‘cept when needed for oven control and why the blender wouldn’t blend.  Other than that he hid out in his den—contemplating.

	Monica he could easily see prancing about naked.  All that hair!  Clear to her butt crack!  Did she have any hair on her pussy?  An inquiring mind wanted to know.  And for some reason—for some reason he wanted to see her PEE while standing up!  While standing up!
	Awesome!
	Nellie.  Seriously white teeth, straight and perfect, too.  Her arms and legs and other parts of her body that was exposed were very-very tan.  Those brown eyes were amazing in color!  She had a wondrous attitude and although a year older than the other girls (but in the same class at school) she was the shortest member.  A nice form to her young body, a nice butt, small mounds on her chest.  Bob definitely wanted to see her naked—big time.
	The slender (skinny) Chinese-American girl, Pauline, had potential.  Bob wanted to see her naked—laying across his lap being spanked.  He didn’t know why but he just did.  And briefly, he wanted to spank Helga, too!  And the other girl, Olga, she looked like she would he good across his lap, naked, ass turning as purple as her pants.
	Monica, Nellie, Pauline, Olga, Helga.  Gonna be a long night.
	Bob hid out in his den, wandered to the kitchen, listened to the girls yammerings, farted, and contemplated this, thought about that, and shuddered at the thoughts he harbored about the girls.  Each and everyone—Helga included.
	“So Dorrie told Donnie that I was going to go out with Dooty but I wasn’t, I’m like, “No way!” but she thought I was ‘cause I was trying to get Julian mad, but I wasn’t.” so stated Monica.
	“That Bobby Z keeps checking out my boobs,” stated Olga, “he stares at my Mom’s boobs, too!”
	“Boys!”
	“They all like boobs!”
	“And asses!  They’re like always checking out our butts!”
	“It’s a guy thing.”
	“Why do boys even want to do us there?” complained Helga, “I mean, we POOP from there!”
	“Ewewew!
	“Scotty Heregonow could “do me” in the butt if he wanted!” cheered Nellie.
	“Ooooh, me, too!” chimed in Pauline.  “He’s a hunk!”
	“Darrel Molestew isn’t bad, got a nice smile.”
	“Black guys are cool.”
	“I think Murry Lankplank is gay.”
	“So is Steve Mulehair!”
	“And Daphne Trigg!”
	“EWEWEWE!”
	And on and on it went; then the girls compared titties.
	Bob had no idea girls actually did such a thing.  But right in the living room at Elven-thirty PM the girls raised their nightgowns revealing their bare chests.  Monica and Pauline hardly had anything in the titty department whatsoever.  Olga had the best set of knockers while Nellie and Helga fell in second with mediocre mounds.
	Helga.
	Topless.
	Bob got blurred vision for a moment as he snuck a peek thru the wooden slats of the kitchen bar window.  Helga, as usual, wore a simple extra long tee-shirt.  Basic white panties; Monica had pink undies with some animal print on the front.  Nellie had on orange panties, Pauline had off-pink panties that were pretty skimpy in material.  Olga had boy shorts on, blue in colour.
	What would they do next?  Compare their pussies?
	Bob waited.
	Nope.
	They discussed their breasts, compared their breasts to Hollywood stars, famous people, their Moms, and so on.  Then, at a little after Midnight, they went silent—thanks to an impatient Bob and his nifty mind altering device.  Enough talk!  He sighed and waited for someone do something.  No one did.  Five minutes elapsed and still nothing.  Bob moved into the living room, turned the stereo off and squatted beside Monica.  Carefully he looked over each girl.  On the EMAD, all the wavy lines were wavy—five lines with small minute mini lines in different colors.  What that meant he had no idea.  The green lights indicated something as well but he wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.  He assumed that it was a good thing—green was good.
	Like with his secretary (and her daughter) he firstly had Monica “stand up” and “remove” nightgown.  Bob held his breath and watched in awe as the pretty long haired eleven year old did exactly as he commanded—wished.  He stood blinking his eyes excessively perplexed beyond belief.  Pink panties.  Regular style for a girl her age, dark pink trim, snug fitting.  Bob’s cock just about bursted out of his pants.  Breathing hard, the man had the girl work those pink panties down.
	Like his secretary and her daughter, the girl complied without hesitation.
	Bob felt a little “stickiness” in his undies.
	Still, though, unphased, he ogled the now naked eleven year old then had her sit down on the sofa.  His mind was not his own.  Like in a dream, though, he had the girl lay back, legs open.  Then, with eyes glued to the girl’s naked quim, he withdrew his cock and gave it a squeeze.  None of the girls made a scream.  A look to Helga and he paused—how far was he going to go?

	Touching the girl’s barely hairy pussy caused the girl to jump.
	This startled Bob; he froze, his heart stopped, his cock ached and squirted a little juice.  But the girl remained “frozen” herself and after a moment of panic the big car salesman returned to his doings—licking out pussy.
	Not much in the way of poon pie covering; there was some but the hairs were fine, soft, and not an issue.  Bob didn’t care for hairy cunts and preferred his pussy clean, hairless, and not so well fucked.  Monica’s cunt was all that.  He licked and licked, jammed a finger into her ass, thumbed her pussy, and soon found himself inserting his cock!
	She was a virgin.
	Bob didn’t care.
	His cock was too big for her.
	Again, Bob didn’t care.
	His mind fluttered.  Monica cocked her head and seemed almost aware—at that point—Bob didn’t care.  If she woke up now—well, so be it.  Bob made entry—but not all the way.  Enough, though, to break the intact membrane that made the girl a “virgin.”  So be it.  Bob surged and gently as he could pumped; his beefy arms supported him above the girl in the prone position.  He pumped slowly at first then stepped up at the pivotal end driving virtually ALL of his beefsteak into Monica’s trench.
	It was a fair amount of cum blasted hotly into the girl’s quim.  Big Bob was drenched and near to the point of passing out.  He gave little to thought of what he had done, though; he looked sidewise to his daughter—what would he do when he came to her?
	Orange panties greeted Bob as Nellie stood and then pushed her undies down.  Why girls liked “colored” undies he would never know.  Undies was undies.  With Nellie he vowed to take his time—his cock needed the time to recover.  He mused that with Elaine and especially her daughter Margret time had had no meaning.  It was like a dream.  With the assembled girls—time seemed to have also stopped but it was not like a dream; it was more surreal if not sublime.
	‘I fuck because I can.’ A sentiment from a fellow friend of Bob’s long-long ago.  I fuck because I can.  Bob’s wife had been a good fuck; she was willing to be a little kinky now and then, including wife swapping!  But just that one time.  She had given Bob a good time and done just about everything he wanted.  To most, and even to Bob, they were incompatible; Bob was a big brusky brute, sports minded, over the top minded in sports and all things “manly.”  His wife was demure, stuck in the 1960s, and not always on the same planet as everyone else.
	But somehow they meshed.

	And Helga was nothing like either of them.  Helga was almost the opposite; her only possible like was her love of wrestling.  She was a bit of a bully, a serious tomboy, gruff, and had snide remarks about life and those who lived it.
	Morals?   Hmmm, Bob wasn’t sure.  In facts, he wasn’t sure about anything about his daughter.  He had wanted, of course, a boy.  But he was ok with having a daughter, he was proud of her.  Wasn’t he?  He had boasted about her to his friends when she was a baby.  A boy would have set him on the roof, of course, but Helga was just as good—she didn’t play football like a boy but she did pitch a mean fast softball.  She kicked a soccer ball that would make any member of the English squad proud.  Her political views were to herself; she kept to herself most the time and had little to nothing to do with her Dad.  They went to ballgames occasionally but hardly anything involving school plays or other assorted activities.
	Pauline had off-pink panties and not much of them.  Some sort of high-end designer type.  To Bob, they were not unlike any of the other undies the girls had.  Laying beside the naked eleven year old he fingered her pussy getting it good and “wet.”  The girl’s nipples stiffened, she arched her back and got “very wet.”  Bob was excited and began to hump her hip.  He seemed mesmerized by the girl’s nakedness and oblivious to the others.
	A discovery were made when making entry to her young cunny—she wasn’t a virgin.  His cock slipped in all too easily and was not “puffy” like the other girls.  There was some good snugness but no blood, no intact hymen.  He gave a few pumps but his aching cock caused him to pull out early and hump the girl’s slit.
	Boy shorts—Olga Nerbird had on powder blue boy shorts.  Not sexy at all.  Of course, she was eleven and not supposed to be sexy but still.  Boy shorts were alright as an undie but they were not panties.  Bob preferred panties.  After getting the alternate undies off there was a long gawk at the girl’s pussy—she was not a virgin, either.  Olga had brothers, four of them.  Go figure.
	Regardless, Bob licked out the girl’s quim, fingered her, then inserted his cock for a good satisfying fuck.  He shuddered all over; toes curled, hair curled, balls cinched up tightly and no thoughts whatsoever swam in his mind.  All there was was the act of fucking.  With a hand cupping the naked girl’s ass that was exactly what the car salesman of politically/environmental cars did.  The young girl had a decent body, a good face, braces, earrings, and pleasing mounds on her chest.  Bob’s mighty manhood easily enjoyed her young poon and delivered a copious amount of jiz in just under three minutes time.
	The release was fantastic.
	His hands danced all over the fine nude body reminding him of his time with his late wife.  Pulling his cock out he laid it against the preteen’s snatch and finished humping until he was well spent.

	Monica, Nellie, Pauline, Olga.  Four girls.  Eleven years young (with one being twelve.)  Naked.  Fantastic girls, each with an unique personality; each girl having her own persona.  Each girl having sexual secrets.  Bob found himself totally mesmerized by his illicit doings; Bob found himself being drawn in further and further into the twisted world of sexual depravation.
	Helga.
	At 3AM Bob found himself contemplating Helga.
	Could he?
	No, he couldn’t.  Not all the way.  What he did was—after a long period of contemplation, was remove her underpants, open her legs and stare.  Just stare.  The want, the desire, the ability to do naughty was there.  But he lacked the muster.  He would not step over that delicate line that was incest.  Instead, he reinserted his cock to Monica in essence power fucking her believing her to be his Helga.
	Afterwards, just to see how good the EMAD had a lock on the girls’ minds, he spanked Nellie.  Bob spanked Nellie until her basic white ass was a brilliant red.  Then, after some incredible anal finger he sodomized her.  Pauline got titty fucked, then her young cunny was smacked followed by a generous cunt fucking.  Olga was spanked nextly before Bob very exhaustedly collapsed.
	What awoke him at 6:30AM he wasn’t sure—someone farted.
	Olga had peed; so had Monica AND Helga.  Their minds were still locked but their bodily functions were not.  He didn’t mind so much—at least they weren’t in the business of doing Number Two!  A simple cleanup—until he got to his daughter.  Pauline and Nellie had also peed themselves so Bob put off dealing with his naked Helga until last.  When each girl had been cleaned up they were dressed.  With Helga—with Helga, Big Bob carried her into the bathroom, laid her out on the floor, and sat on the toilet—more contemplating.
	What to do what to do!
	Firstly, with trembling fingers he used a wet washcloth to wipe off her pussy.  It had been a long while since he had done that!  His cock surged and had desires.  Unnatural desires.  Blinking his eyes he sat back staring (admiring?) his daughter—his naked unconscious/unawares daughter.  Unconscious and “unawares” entitled Bob a little security.  He could do what he wanted—as he had with the other girls and no one the wiser but himself.  There would probably be some guilt to lay into him but he would deal with that when it came.
	After cleaning Helga’s poon—he fingered it.  Lightly.  Just massaging it.
	The massage by finger led to “massage by dick.”  He couldn’t help it.  Shedding his clothes completely, Bob positioned himself between his daughter’s legs and laid his cock right against her sex.  Then he began to hump.
	The humping led to fucking.

	Life in the Patackee home would never be the same.  Big Bob Patackee would never be the same.  Messing with Monica, Nellie, Pauline, and Olga was one thing.  Messing with Helga?  It did bother Bob but dealt with it.  A few pumps that night, no cumming off.  A lot of ass grabbing, a lot of fingering and probing, a lot of spreading her legs and licking her out, a lot of humping.
	Life in the Patackee home would never be the same. 

*

Boy scout cumboree
	Summit Lake—9.25 miles  (mostly UP)
	Hucket Lake—10.75 miles (mostly flat)
	Lost Lake------12.50 miles (if you can find it)
	At 6,500 ft., Summit Mountain was a nice place to visit.  In early years it had been a haven for American Indians, outlaws, and those seeking refuge (albeit escape) from encroaching civilization.  Miners also called the American West mountain home though many never got rich—or ever seen again.
	Scattered about the great mountain were several lakes; and lakes draw peoples.  The fish, swim, and camp around.  At one of these camps was a young woman with her son and daughter.  The son was laid up with a bad blister and a slightly sprained ankle from an earlier hiking excursion with several others.  Those “others” had gone on up to Summit Lake.  
	But that was alright; come the morning and fourteen year old Steven Drippsdown saw a sight he thought he’d never see—his mom naked in her tent!  The boy, of course, had seen his Mom naked now and then—just glimpses, side views, and “accidentals.”  Nothing detrimental or on purpose.  The boy also had a sister, Karla Jane, she was twelve and natch they had seen one another naked and even enjoyed a little “touchy/feely.”
	That Sunday morning, however, was different—way different.
	Marla and daughter shared a tent while Steven had his 2-person dome tent nearby (where he slept in his skin in his sleeping all the night long, whacking off now and then, humping the sleeping bag, spanking himself, and desiring to get laid in the worst way.)  Upon awakening he had to take a wicked piss.  At home he and his sister often prattled about the house in their underwear.  It was no big deal.  Steven slipped on his tidy-whiteys and scrambled out of his small tent and made for the nearest tree.  The sun was not yet up (over the pine tree tops); it was a little chilly and Steven quickly did his business and made way back to his tent—
	Then,
	He noted his Mom’s tent door unzipped.

	What prompted him to “look” he didn’t know but he paused and looked inside seeing his Mom on top of her sleeping bag—naked!  Naked!  He stared blankly with the wow factor exceeding limits of comprehension and understanding.  His Mom wasn’t exceedingly beautiful or strikingly pretty—she was his Mom and she was “ok.”  Her nakedness gave him wood.
	Then, just as the bite of early morning air chilled him,
	‘Go inside.’
	A voice spoke into his mind; it sounded far away and hallow, like an echo.
	Still, though, 
	Compliance!
	And once inside—there was his sister, equally naked on top of her sleeping bag.  Before mass confusion consumed him and he managed to make any inquiry,
	‘Get on her.’
	Steven moved to “mount” his Mother.  Tugging his underwear down he moved into position gliding his engorged fully hard cock against the cunt that had bore him life.  His mind was no longer his.  His face was—odd (according to his Mom reporting later) “It was glowing.” like from the inside.  Not unlike from some weird Hollywood special effects of a man with a light glowing evilly from within.  Hollow eyes with some weird evil light piercing from within.
	Marla was gripped with fear.
	Steven entered his Mother’s poon and began pumping from the get go.
	Laying beside them, Karla Jane, though frozen by other means not natural, watched in dreaded trepidation as her brother engaged sexually with their mother.  And he did so for several minutes before reaching that overwhelming goal that was orgasmic.  The boy blasted a fresh hot load of boy spunk into his Mom’s quim and humped tenaciously for another two minutes before pulling out.
	Some of the boy’s colour returned.  Some.  Some of his composure, also.  He still was not quite himself and could only partially comprehend what he had just done.  Confusion reigned supreme.  Staring at his naked mum he was as perplexed as ever.  What had he done?  What had he done was not possible.
	Then, laying right next to his naked mum was his naked sister.
	WTF!?
	More confusion.  More WTF!?  Then,
	‘Lick that pussy.’
	Steven sat on his heels, cocking his head this way and that, curious and confused, perplexed and bemused.  His Mom lay in a state of awed confusion herself but was more aware than her bewildered son.  Karla Jane, also, was more of her faculties—just unable to do shit about it (like scream, fuss, kick, lash out, etc.)

	The boy’s Mom realized that there were other forces other than nature in their camp.  Her cunny leaked incestuous cum as she watched her son “lick out” Karla Jane’s pussy.  The boy licked and licked (happily and greedily) possibly not particularly aware that the cunt he licked was his sister’s.  The boy seemed mesmerized beyond belief.  His first time.
	Karla Jane twisted and seemed to be in anguish.  Embarrassment, anguish, angst, whatever; the young girl was torn between disgust that her brother was licking her where she peed from, being naked with her Mom, her brother naked, and being licked out in the presence of her Mom.
	At length, though, the girl did become calmer and her brother did mount her.
	Marla watched in some awe and great disbelief.
	When young Steven got his business off getting off on his sister he got off and lay beside her in between his sister and mother.  Then a “mysterious” unknown lay on Marla.  In no way could Marla describe the “mysterious unknown”—there was no info.  “It was a man.” she thought.  It (he) had a dick—and used it!  The mysterious unknown man entered her (and brought the thirty-something woman to a new height in sexual orgasm.  At first she tried to deny the pleasure but then said “Fuck it” and let it be.
	Marla knew that there were outside forces forcing her son to do the ultimate naughty.  One of those forces had forced himself on her—and brought her to the brink of an ultimate orgasm.  Her entire body shook.  And even after the mysterious unknown assailant had pulled out there were residual effects causing her to tremble and not be herself.  Even when the mystery man moved onto her not quite thirteen year old daughter—Marla was still confounded by the dicking she had received.  She knew she should do something but then again—then again she thought that her daughter ought to know what a good fuck was all about.
	The man, the mysterious man, was clean cut, dark hair, long, lean, well groomed—not all what a sociopathic scumbag should be or what Marla thought a User of an EMAD would be like.  She knew that she should do something about the man on top of her daughter; she knew that she should be pissed or something.  But she wasn’t.

Further away—but not too far…
	A small encampment group of boy scouts encircled a campfire.
	All was well; the boys, ages fourteen, thirteen, twelve, and eleven, sat on rocks and logs singing typical camp songs, discussing their earned badges, and badges yet to earn and were none the wary of any impending disruption.
	Then,

	Young scout Ivan Jobowskie stood up.  The other scouts had quieted down and only the crackling of the campfire was heard.  All was still, sublime, serene.  Then the young eleven year old prize hiker of the woods undone his pants and pushed them down along with his underwear.
	Ivan was a nice looking boy—as most were.  He was a virgin but had only recently began finding pleasure in pleasuring himself and turning his pure thoughts to those not so pure—in staring at girls and realizing that they could be a source of pleasure also.
	The boy then laid down across the lap of his scout master.  No one stirred; only the breeze in the surrounding pines.  Scout Master Arnie Zaneway laid a hand to the boy’s bared butt; smoothed his hand over the lily white cheeks, then made circles until raising his hand and landing a mediocre SMACK!
	That was followed by another.
	Then another.
	And one more before the boy began fidgeting and tightening his young tender ass.  None of the other boys made a comment—they only stared and watched.  Ivan stood up; Scout Master Zaneway began tugging on the boy’s pud, fondling his virtually hairless nads, and continued smoothing his hand over the boy’s ass.
	Then he stood aside casually pulling on his pud while another boy stood up, undone his pants, pushed them (and undies) down, then laid down across Mr. Z’s lap.  The master of the scouts masterfully spanked the boy’s bare ass, squeezed the cheeks, and fondled the ball sac for good measure.  The boy squirmed, made faces, but otherwise dealt with the situation (albeit in a confused manner.)
	Eleven year old Gordon stood up bewilderedly and stood beside his masturbating friend.  Gordon had just also began finding the pleasures of pleasuring himself but he was too befuddled to do so currently.  He, instead, rubbed his burning ass and watched with even more bewilderment as Frank Gagflex not only undone his pants and pushed them down along with his underwear, but stripped off his shirt and undershirt, too!
	After the ass beating, ball fondling, pud tugging, the naked boy stood beside Ivan and Gordon—his mind totally gone.  The other twelve year old of the group, Evan Fanblade, hesitated and didn’t want to undo his pants.  He eventually did so—revealing the fact that he was going “commando”.  No undies.  He also had some odd misalignment of his testicles; not too mention the fact that the sac was “small.”  Very small; along with the penis.  Regardless, Master of Scouts Zaneway took him across his lap and let him have it.  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!
	The boy squirmed, clenched, and tried to protect his blistering ass—Mr. Z would have none of that and held the boy’s flailing arms/hands while the other boys looked on in some bewilderment.
	Evan Fanblade was an interesting boy; he was casually molesting his young niece.  She was four and had something wrong with her brain allowing Evan to “casually” finger her, give her a bath (and finger her) play with her—and finger her, and when left alone with the child got naked with her and got her to suck him.
	He also fingered her.  What a boy!
	Delbert Eggbright, thirteen, stood and with no hesitation pushed down his pants and undies and stood with a nice already hard-on.  Delbert was the only black boy of the group.  His cock was that of a fifteen year old!  He was a lean fellow, not too tall, long face, and far be it for anyone to know he preferred encounters sexually with boys than with girls.  Oh!
	After his spanking, and subsequent pud pulling of which he secretly enjoyed, Calvin Dugup took his ass beating and pud pulling followed by the other thirteen year old boy and then lastly the oldest scout boy, fourteen year old Allen Burnwood.  Though Allen had many badges, was a honor student, a strong Christian, in his church’s youth choir, volunteer for the senior center and other assorted ventures—Allen was not so squeaky clean.  Allen, it seems, was having an on-going sexual relationship with his girlfriend in her dad’s church!  In her dad’s church!  The girl, naturally, had access to the church and when the church was not in session (and sometimes even when it was) they would sneak about and have sex—in the pews where their families sat; up on the stage where the choir stood and sang; at the pulpit area where her daddy spoke; and right down on the floor before the grand spray of flowers, the prayer alter, and even right under the portrait of the Savior!
	And when after the Master of Scouts had spanked his prized young scout’s ass to a nice tomato red, and tugged on his penis and balls, the man stood up and revealed the fact he himself had a raging boner—this after lowering his own pants and undies.  Then, starting with Ivan, sucking.  Ivan stripped off all his clothing before getting on his knees and “addressing” his Master’s cock.  The boy gripped the schlong, worked it up and down, kissed the tip, then put his mouth over the bulbous head and engulfed about half.
	The boy made a displeasing face but sucked about two minutes before pulling back.  Mr. Z fucked the boy’s sweet handsome face and his cock seemed to get a little bit harder.  Gordon Hoedown gagged when he took his naked turn at sucking the man’s cock.  He sucked, though, receiving a copious amount of cum for his efforts.  The boy gagged, choked, and spewed the goo out of his mouth.  Mr. Z chuckled, made a face of his own then face fucked the young boy reinserting his cock into the boy who was only mildly upset before the next fellow came along for the same treatment.

 	Only briefly when Mr. Z’s cock was buried to the hilt up Calvin’s ass did he realize that all things in the camp were not quite on keel.  Little, though, could he do about it.  There was no denying the pleasure!  And Allen Burnwood could not deny the pleasure of packing Bobby Curlstight’s ass, either.  His thoughts, though, were not on Calvin’s tight hole but on his girlfriend, Leighanne.
	Ah, Leighanne—not maybe perhaps the girl of his dreams but close.  She was kinky.  She was naughty.  She was nasty.  She was the daughter of a Baptist minister.  With her against him, naked, his hands on her bare naked ass—Calvin Dugup was not himself.  Fooling around nakedly in her daddy’s church was just one of the many things that attracted Calvin to the quirky girl; they also got naked and naughty under the bridge/trestle of passing train.  Here and Calvin found the girl amazing as she freaked the fuck out while he boned her.
	The girl looked great naked—she had ski slope titties rather than the globe-like titties other girls had.  She was sleek, not too tall, slender enough, and kept her poon pie trimmed completely (bare).
	And she loved to fuck!
	That was a plus.  She seemed insatiable and wanted to fuck anytime/anywhere.  She was willing to fuck at school, at her house (with or without parental units thereabouts), at his house, in the park, anywhere.  But it was at her daddy’s church that got her motivated the most.  It was the sacrilege part Calvin supposed was the deal there.  The audacity, the unmitigated gall—not only getting naked and fucking in the pews where their families sat but up on the stage where the choir sang and—AND at the pulpit where her daddy spoke passages from the Bible!
	Sinking his pud into the girl’s pussy was a wow factor he couldn’t fathom.
	There was significant pleasure in boning the girl compared to hand jacking.
	She wasn’t too much into taking it up the ass but she did give gracious blow jobs AND hand jobs.  Fucking was a way of life.  She was an amazing girl with an amazing singing voice, too!  She smelled of oranges!  Calvin could think of nothing better than fucking her on a daily basis.
	And speaking of fucking…
	Once more and did Ivan Jobowskie lay nakedly across the lap of Scout Master Zaneway.  Once more and did Scout Master Zaneway lay hand to Ivan’s naked ass.  And after a few hearty spanks the boy’s cheeks were spread and eleven year old Gordon knelt down and “applied” his lips to Ivan’s cornhole.  Afterwards he licked, kissed, and tried to shove his tongue into the pert virgin funk hole.
	Thereafter the boy stood and awkwardly applied his cock making dutiful anal entry after a few tries.  The butt fucking was on!  Mr. Z held Ivan still as well as smoothed his hand over Gordon’s pumping ass.  The other boys stared in amazement and awe—awaiting their turn.
	And one by one the boys took their turn; Frank, Evan, Delbert, Calvin, Bobby, and finally Allen.  Each boy knelt down and LICKED Ivan’s fresh fucked puckering gooey rim—Frank, Evan, Calvin the boys who managed to cum in the allotted three minutes time.
	Then Mr. Z took his turn.
	As Ivan’s asshole was well plugged by his Master—Ivan sucked on the dongs of the boys who had just buggered him.  And when Mr. Z had cum in the boy’s well boned hole—Allen Burnwood came in the boy’s mouth.  Allen then turned about and got on his hands and knees; Calvin and Bobby pulled the boy’s cheeks apart and Ivan took his turn—firstly licking out the elder boy’s dirt chute then inserting his cock and fucking it.
	It was quite an evening.
	Cum the new morning and the boys of the scout troop came marching (nakedly) into Marla Drippsdown camp.  Steven Drippsdown was still in bewilderment (and not quite himself) with the screwing of both his Mom and sister.  Karla Jane was also in bewilderment—and her mouth hung open when the naked scouts came marching in.  All three family members were inside the tent but came out when the scouts arrived (and encircled the camp.)
	Marla stood—equally in bewilderment and locked eyes with Scout Master Zaneway.  He also was in bewilderment—it had been a hell of a night.  The goings on of that night went over and over in his mind.  Did it really happen?  Did he really bare ass spank his boys?  Did they really suck his dick?  Did they really spank and sodomize each other while across his lap?  Did they really give rim jobs to each prior to sodomy?
	The answer was Yes.
	Marla moved to the picnic table positioning herself out on it.  And there she was—laid out nakedly for all to view.  The boys were astounded; Arnie Zaneway was amused and looked onto the naked woman with some awe.  What his thoughts were those of his own.  He watched, though, with a bit of a grin as boy after boy took their turn riding the woman’s pussy.
	Starting with Allen Burnwood, the fourteen year old had never had such an encounter—but had always secretly desired one.  He wanted such an encounter—with a woman, with two of his junior high teachers.  One was Beverly Burgerock, she was twenty-six, Italian heritage, sleek body, bright and cheery, and his homeroom teacher.  She wore dresses most days but also wore casual attire like jeans and knee length britches.  Desperately did Allen want to bone her.  Desperately.

	Sinking his pud into Marla’s cunt, though, helped with that possibly unattainable desire (to shag his teacher).  He seemed to be somewhat aware of what was going on as did his fellow scouts.  The goings on of the night before were a little hazy and not unlike a weird bad dream.  Or a weird good one…
	He pumped steadily giving the woman he didn’t know a goodly amount of his personal love juice in just under four minutes.  He seemed mesmerized by the woman’s jiggling titties.  After the orgasm, he climbed up onto the woman positioning himself on her chest with his saucy cock between those jiggling titties.  There he did commence to new humping squirting a little more of his personal juices onto her face.  The woman also sucked his cock head and was equally mesmerized.
	Bobby Curlstight came nextly; a fast little fucker he was—almost catatonic in his actions.  He squirted in the woman’s pussy as well as a great gush of cum when he pulled out.  The boy’s eye fluttered and he practically melted from the event.  It was the most incredible thing he had ever experienced.
	Calvin Dugup found sinking his bone into a womanly pussy was fantastic—more so than boning a dirt chute.  ‘nuff said.  The young scout took his time and seemed to be seemingly having one of those “out of body” experiences.
	Delbert Eggbright, his dark skinned body sheened in the early morning light; his cock powerfully fucked the naked woman on the table; his mind not his own drifted aimlessly about the boughs of the surrounding trees.  He came off in the woman’s pussy making a mighty grunt as he did so.  Then, like the previous boys, crawled up onto the woman’s chest, placed his huge cock between the 36Cs and finished off there managing to squirt a little more juice onto the woman’s already soiled face.
	Young Mr. Evan Fanblade found fucking Marla Drippsdown’s pussy “a little loose” by the time he got to her.  Of course, after several dongs had previously visited the woman’s cunt with Delbert’s black mamba cock of some size stretching her out there was little snugness to be had.  So, to help out the cause, Karla came lay out on the picnic table bench seat.  With her legs draped over and her fine young preteen body open for viewing, Evan’s fucking got busy and he managed to deliver a few ounces of seminal fluid.
	Frank Gagflex also found the visual aid of Karla helpful in the not-so-tight pussy.  He still took almost five minutes pumping before delivering his load.  He had none to give while perched on the woman’s chest but the act was good enough just the same.
	Gordon and Ivan came nextly with only Gordon managing a goodly squirt while wresting his cock betwixt Marla’s bodadcious ta-tas.  Afterwards, the boys gathered around working their cranks slyly eyeing the young girl on the bench seat.  Meanwhile, Scout Master Zaneway eased into Marla for his turn.
*
Vengeance is mine
	Entrapment
	Just the main highway between City and Bigger City was a small rural agricultural town, Tipolton.  Kind of rustic; old warehouses, some still in use for cotton and alfalfa, sugar beets, and corn.  One big industry that was fairly new was the huge orange juice plant which had lots of employees.  And those employees helped keep the one gas station and one convenience store in operation.  The convenience store was not a modern day chain store with brand name; it was one of those Mom & Pop type stores with an eatery whereas you ordered out the take-out window then ate same under a covered wooden awning.
	On this particular day there were the typical patrons; farm hands, workers from the nearby warehouses, and employees from the nearby juice plant.  Out of place was a young girl wandering seemingly aimlessly about in front of the store; she would dart into the store and disappear therein for a few minutes then emerge to pace almost nervously up and down the front of the store in badly need of paint and TLC.
	Her presence and movements did not go unnoticed.
	Van Gencense sat in his van watching the curious girl—she appeared to be about thirteen or so, maybe fourteen.  Long straight honey brown hair, good body form, wearing a private school uniform of gray and blue.  She appeared slightly nervous but chatted well enough to the fellows who hung out in front of the store sipping their drinks and gnawing on their sandwiches.  She would go from one side of the store to the other; one side had the covered patio where patrons could nosh on their lunch without baking in the hot summer sun.  The other side had a small parking lot, trash cans, some old-old cypress and eucalyptus trees.
	Of late, and the news media was filled with scores of tales of peoples of all ages, races, sexes, religions being accosted by the likes of Users using Electronic Mind Altering Devices.  Also, the sighting of off-world aliens were on the rise.  Mleek!
	And with the advent of the Electronic Mind Altering Devices and gadgets were detectors—that didn’t seem to work so well, and preventors—also not so well in curbing the rampaging EMADs.  So a new tactic was weaving its way into the realm of rampant perversions—much like prostitution whereas some of the Ladies of the Evening were not “LoE”s but undercover policewomen.  The new tactic involving EMADs and their Users was young policewomen and/or associates were posing as “victims” but had the latest in gadgetry to prevent their minds from being taken; gadgets to “detect” and “prevent”.   Also, the Victim did not act alone but had accomplices watching her every move.

	Usually and most times this tidbit of information was not privy to the public lest the Users of EMADs catch on.  So much for that.  Still, law enforcing agencies were up to nab as many Users (of EMADs) as possible.  A losing gamble; much like trying to curb the public from using marijuana, cocaine, and porn.
	With that said;
	‘Go to the back.’ A simple command.  Van backed up his van and re-angled it from the side of the building where it was parked (opposite the covered patio area) then got out using the air from the provided for air/water station at the side of building.  Van’s van was a mix of purple color schemes along with silver/gray.  Heavy tinted windows, big beefy tires, big beefy body.  Typical American van.
	After pretending to put air in the rear tires (essentially blocking any optimum view from the front of the building and across the street at any angle) Van slid open the right side sliding door.
	‘Get in.’ he transmitted to the befuddled stunned girl.
	Behind the store building there was the emergency generator, piles of tire and car parts, a freeway fence lined with oleander shrubs.  The day was warm but the day was ending, too, sliding into evening type time.  The Subject, Annie Blowjack, seemed confused and hesitant but did climb into the den—er, van.  And once in, Van wasted no time in peeking into her mind.  He had a knack and been “peeking” into Subject’s mind for some time.
	He learned a lot; like she was not alone and not thirteen like she appeared.
	Van contemplated.  He didn’t like being set up.  His mind and the nifty minding gadget were a little taxed so he had to cool it a little.  That also upset him.  Regardless, though, however, the girl/woman’s mind was his.  And after a few minutes,
	‘Take your panties down.’
	Van held his breath and dealt with a nasty headache that had come on but watched with a sneering glee as Annie worked her basic white panties down to her ankles.  She looked all of thirteen (but wasn’t.)  She was a cop.  A young cop of just 24 but amazing had the ability to appear much-much younger.  Van wanted to dig deeper into her mind; uncover secrets she may be harboring and such but his headache and the minding device said no.
	Slowly the girl/woman was put on her hands and knees, skirt hiked up over her waist.  Van then discovered the various attachments on the woman; detectors, preventors, tracking devices, and other accruements designed to trap a would-be perv like Van.  It was further learned there were accomplices in the vice—in the van across the street.

	Van waited in his van—contemplating.  And just as day called it a night and dusk faded into twilight, the tranquility of the serenity of the moment was derailed by Van’s further invasion of Annie’s associates.
	There was the van plus a company car parked in front.  Van’s minding gadget was a superior device but had been taxed of late with little downtime.  Van knew he probably should have passed on the “school girl” but he didn’t and now was in the thick of it.  
	Two men were in the car, two men and woman were in the van.
	The two men were getting antsy about “Annie” not checking in.
	Just as the heat of the day was lapsing to a something a little cooler; the scent of the nearby fields filling the air, the traffic on the nearby highway increasing, undercover officers Richard Rockloose and Jack Triplove exited their unmarked police car and made for the unmarked police van.  
	When the van’s sliding door was opened the officers within were surprised by the unannounced visit of the others.  But then they were quickly quelled and put to ease.  Van Gencense moved in and shut the door behind him.  The van’s air conditioning was on; the cargo area was a converted hi-tech zone of “listening/snooping” equipment.
	Officer Shawn Shotweed was the oldest officer and a certified lieutenant; the others were plainsclothes detectives with Officer Rockloose a sergeant.  Not counting “Annie” (still in Van’s van), Triplove was the youngest at 32 years.  
	‘Take off your clothes.’
	Richard Rockloose and Shawn Shotweed stood perplexed and awed while Jack and Dawn began undressing.  Richard cocked his head with a most curious look etched upon his clean shaven face conveying the question:  What the fuck are you doing?
	Amazingly, Shawn removed his clothing also.
	All stood in the converted spy van—perplexed, stunned, awed, and not quite sure of what was going on.  A moment was taken, a minute elapsed, then—
	‘Suck him.’ Seemed the thing to do.
	Officer Dawn Laketrap went to her knees.  She was a nice looking woman, red head (and a true red head); she was a red cunt hair under 6-ft tall, slender build, pony tail.  Titties were small, but doable just the same.  Nice tight butt, trimmed trim, black belt in karate, on the verge of an upgrade in her police officer classification, married, and no apparent naughty business on the surface of her mind for Van to read.
	Before the standing bewildered Officer Triplove.  The thirty-two year old unmarried man had a girlfriend, had four years on the local police force, and had a slight desire to shag Dawn.  Officer Dawn manipulated Jack’s cock, fondled his balls, then began kissing the head of his dick before devouring it.
	Richard and Shawn looked on in some disbelief—WTF!?
	Just two minutes were allowed for sucking.  Afterward, skull fucking.
	‘Would you like to fuck her face?’
	Jack was easy, he gave no verbal answer; his cock was in control of his actions and readily he “skull fucked” his fellow officer.  He shuddered and though he didn’t jut cum into the woman’s mouth he did so against her face and into her hair.  The man was a lean fellow, worked out, sleek body, 7-inch cock.  With one hand on his ass the other on the back of Dawn’s head he powerfully humped until drained.
	Dawn went straight on straightaway to suck off Lt. Shotweed who DID cum in her mouth.  He was a married man, his third marriage.  He seemed to be a moral man but then again all men had deep seeded dark secrets.
	After Dawn had sucked the men, gotten her face fucked, titties mawed, pussy fingered, each man fucked the woman filling her pussy with a renewed round of cum.  Each of them were “aware” but unable to fend off the might of the electronic device invading their minds.  And to further thrill Van Gencense; Lt. Shotweed stuffed himself into Dawn’s bung hole while she herself gobbled (again) on Jack’s schlong.
	Afterwards,
	For no other reason than “just because”, Richard and Shawn were “put together.”  That is to say placed together with Officer R Rockloose on his back and Lt. Shotweed on top—in the infamous 69er position.  Both men balked and tried-tried-tried not to participate in such a venture.  But again, the power of the EMAD was too much for them to fight off.  Both men had super cum soaked cocks; both men gagged and retched as the cock of the other man went into their mouths.
	Then—THEN super-dee-duper glue was applied to their lips encasing the cock in their mouths virtually permanently.  Their hands, too, were glued to the other’s ass.  Officers Jack and Dawn were then glued together with Jack’s schlong all the way in and his groin area glued to Dawn’s groin area.  Their hands glued to the other’s ass, Dawn’s bodacious titties glued to Jack’s kinda hairy chest.  And that was that.
	Van removed all their weapons, EMAD detectors, preventors, tracking devices; then their personal items—watches, wallets, badges, and communication devices.  The van’s radio was disabled (fuses taken/smashed) and then the vindictive man left—with Annie the girl/woman!

Part II
	She awoke with a sudden startle; followed by a headache.  Confusion reigned supreme; her whereabouts, what was going on, and who she was.  Being naked, though, she knew that that was probably wrong.  Also wrong was a scene before her:  a young girl about eleven or so—naked.  Naked and between the legs of a naked man.
	Annie blinked her eyes, shut them hard then opened them.  The scene remained the same.  Cocking her head she tried to grasp what was going on.  Too much confusion, though, perplexed her.  There wasn’t enough useful information to gather to formulate a substantial summation.  What there was was what she had to go on and go from there:  the man wore a Zorro mask.  There was low light and she got the feeling that she was not exactly in a “room” but something other.  There was a lacking of other pertinent information to draw from.
	The girl was naked with shoulder length super curly blond hair.  She had a nice form and was somewhat tan.  The naked Zorro looked nothing like a Hollywood dashing star; he had the dark hair and lean body but was not “dashing.”  His hands were on the bare butt of the young girl, caressing her cheeks then running his hands up and down her sides—before turning her about apparently for shock value to begin fingering her bald vagina.
	Annie was indeed “shocked.”  Horrified, even.  She couldn’t get her breath and then—then the horror continued with the young girl being turned around and placed onto her knees.  All Annie could do was watch as the girl kissed the head of the man’s penis—then watch in equal horror as her mouth took in the member and it disappeared therein.
	After a few bobs up and down the girl was stood up, hugged, ass patted, and pushed aside where she seemed to disappear into darkness.  Try-try-try as she might, Annie was unable to see clearly the “where” of where she was.  Dimensions, cinder block walls, paneling, windows, doors, any details whatsoever were oblivious.
	 Not so oblivious was the naked Zorro man bringing into view another girl also about eleven years young; she was clad in panties (and nothing else.)  Zorro smoothed his hands all over the girl’s body with specific attention to her butt where he patted it before slipping his hands inside the off-pink garment and tugging them down just to crease.
	Annie couldn’t breathe—she could barely think.  Shaking her head in disbelief she watched in utter horror as that girl also kissed then sucked the man’s penis.  More shock value followed with the man then placing his slobbered on cock all over the girl’s face.  Annie didn’t know how much more she could take.

	Another girl came into view, she was clothed; but not for long.  About twelve years young, kinda curly light brown hair, a single braid going from left to right over her head, she seemed like a sweet girl who favored horses—a horse patch was here and there on her clothing.  
	“Take off your clothes.” Zorro said aloud.
	Annie held her breath as she watched the pretty girl pull off her shirt, undo her bra, and lower her turquoise pants.  Light red panties she wore that were full brief type.  She had good form and after shucking her pants she shucked her panties, too.  The girl had a deadpan face and was not upset about undressing before a fully grown fully naked man.
	Nor were any of the girls; Abbey, Beth, Cara, Darlene, and the oldest girl, teenager Emily Frankincine.  Actually, Emily seemed to be a little concerned and made some faces of anguish when watching cowgirl Cara undress.
	Then there were some boys.
	Van “Zorro” Gencense was a busy guy!
	Aaron, Billy, and Casey were the boys.  Aaron was the oldest at twelve, Billy and Casey were eleven.  Plain white boys, plain white girls with Emily having a Mexican mother and grandfather.  Annie’s breath was literally taken away.  The boys stripped off their clothes without hesitation.  There was no understanding it.  None.  It didn’t make sense.  How was this happening?  How?
	The “shock value” continued with twelve year old Darlene Emptee stripping off her clothes and after being fondled, spanked lightly, groped, and blatantly fingered before Annie’s bewildered eyes laid down across the man’s knees.  Darlene was a pretty girl; long curly-curly raven dark hair, green eyes, nice budding breasts, some form to her young preteen body and not much poon pie fur on her poon.  She had worn a short denim skirt with lavender tinted panties.
	Standing aside “just within the light” Aaron, Billy, and Casey stood stark naked with raging hard-ons almost leering at the business of the girls.  Annie was able to determine that they were all inside a van.  There was something like old ‘70s style paneling on the walls, deep shag carpeting, heavily tinted windows, and a black curtain separating the cab area from the cargo/passenger area.
	Darlene lay across Zorro’s lap and was spanked again—this time a little harder.  The resounding smacked jolted the girl and Annie.  The man’s face was solid, stoic; the mask made him look—spooky.  Dangerous.  A deep fear suddenly consumed Annie and she felt panic seething thru her.  She was in a bad way and still didn’t know her name or anything about her.
	After a couple more “resounding” smacks the boy Aaron got on his knees behind the girl and put a hickie on each cheek.  Zorro parted the girl’s cheeks and the boy licked her hole.
	Annie felt ill—this was not going to end well.
	After much rim jobbing the boy positioned himself up against the girl inserting his penis into her anus.  The girl grunted and seemingly fidgeted.  Aaron took a bit of doing to make entry but eventually did so.  He grunted, too.  Several time during his attempt did his cock fail; it bent and wouldn’t go in dutifully but dire determination saw it do so and then the pumping was on.
	Zorro smacked the boy’s ass as he pumped and all the while kept his eyes on Annie.  He seemed to be boring his eyes right thru her!  It was a little unnerving if not unsettling.  Aaron pumped and pumped; was spanked and spanked and after four long enduring minutes finally managed to cum.
	Admittedly, the boy had never fucked a girl in the ass before.  He had, though, jerked off.  He was an only child but had girl cousins—none of which he was fooling around with.  He was, though, fooling around with his best friend, Eric Poundalittle!  The two were not hardcore; just mutual masturbation, ball fondling, ass grabbing, AND rubbing their hard schlongs against the other’s smooth bare ass.  That’s all—nothing gay there!
	A goodly amount of jiz there was gushing out of Darlene’s funk hole.  Aaron scooted back and seemed to be in a daze; jiz also gushed continuously out of his cock.  Zorro locked eyes with Annie who had (to her recollection) never seen jiz gushing out of an asshole.
	“Come here.”
	Annie heard the words but didn’t want to comply.
	SHE didn’t want to comply but her body did!  Before she knew she was crawling across the short distance on her hands and knees!  She couldn’t fathom how it was happening—she didn’t want to move but was doing so anyways.  Then,
	“Lick her hole—clean!”
	Annie knew the words.  She shook her head—in no way—in no FUCKING way was she going to lick CUM from a twelve year old’s asshole!  No way!
	Yes, way.
	Again, before she knew it she flicking her tongue to Darlene’s fresh fucked funk hole and “licking the hole clean.”  It was vile, disgusting and gross.  More vile and disgusting things that were gross were to come.  Much more.
	Cara Hann took a turn at laying across Zorro’s lap—and being spanked followed by being sodomized.  Billy Cauwn was the apt boy who had a Laos father and an American mother.  The boy took a turn himself at spanking Cara’s super nice super white firm fanny.  Then, a hicky on one cheek and a couple of minutes of tonguing the girl’s turd chute.  Butt fucking followed.
	There was no “butt fucking” for the next girl, Beth Darl.  The eleven year old was a cutey with honey blond hair.  She was hugged, patted, lightly spanked while being hugged, then positioned on the man’s lap laying down on her back.  The boys one-two-three-four ogled the girl’s nakedness—and how!
	Casey Dawl tongued Beth’s bald poon.  There were fine minute hairs there but mostly it was bald.   It was also not virginal.  Not.  Cute little Beth was having “occasional” sex with her brother—and his best friend.  Just occasionally.  They had enjoyed “touchy/feely”, mutual fingering, showering together when they could safely get away with it, running amok naked in the house—when they could get away with it, and then finally out and out sex.  Beth’s brother was twelve and “occasionally” squirted juice.  She didn’t suck or take it up the ass.
	Casey was a bed humper; he also humped his pillow, his hand, and sometimes got to rub himself against his ten year old sister’s ass.  In the bathroom they shared she would sometimes push her panties down just enough to let the horny bro rub his hard cock against her flesh.  They saw one another naked but didn’t bathe together.  Most times they were in their undies and sometimes the girl watched her brother masturbate.  Nothing more followed.
	Casey was enthralled beyond belief at seeing Beth’s pussy.  His cock was so hard it could break bricks!  Licking Beth’s pussy was something the young boy could imagine.  And he had never heard of such a thing, either.  But he liked it.  And after licking, sucking, nipping the pouty lips and stuffed the girl’s pussy and fucked heartily—cumming off two minutes later.
	Annie found herself horrifyingly sucking on the boy’s cock as well as cleaning the girl’s pussy.  Then,
	‘Do not be distressed, Annie,’ a Voice said into her mind, ‘you LIKE sucking young boy’s.’
	Annie thought it was wrong—some moral fiber lingered upsetting the desires of implant from the Voice.  Undaunted, though, the Voice persisted repeating the unnatural desire into Annie’s mind over and over again.  Also included was the desire for Annie to like licking out a girl’s pussy, cum and all.
	Abbey Cathleen took her turn and like Beth, also not a virgin.  Beth, though, was not getting banged by a horny brother but a young boy she babysat for.  Oh!  The boy was a handsome six year old whom Abbey felt safe enough with to bathe with, run about the house naked with, and eventually spread her legs and teach him the wild world of sex.
	Getting caught by the boy’s dad was not in her plans but it happened.  The boy’s daddy and installed a nanny cam just to make sure his young son was cared for properly and he was safe.  The boy had a hearing and speaking problem and the daddy was concerned.  Once video tapping his young babysitter having sex with his young son—well, what was a caring daddy to do?  Right, take matters into his own hands and have the girl view the incriminating evidence then have her go to his room and take her clothes off.  Afterward spank her as she lays across his bed then have her raise her hips so as he can address her ass.

	After some fingering, more spanking, the caring daddy engaged sexually with the young babysitter and did so on a weekly basis.  The girl continued to have her way with young Zach—sometimes under the supervision of the boy’s daddy.  So far, four times had Zach’s daddy had sex with Abbey.  She was on the verge of being twelve; her breasts were really developing, a fine layer of poon hairs covered her pussy, she was “developing” nicely all over and was quite fuckable indeed.
	Annie licked out Abbey’s pussy followed by sucking on Aaron’s ready-to-fuck something cock.  The boy gleefully entered Abbey’s pussy and fired off a healthy round of cum in just under three minutes.  Annie licked off the spunk and sucked off the boy’s cock.  Abbey was sat up and reposition whereas she settled her sex down onto the masked man’s cock.
	Zorro gets a turn, too!

	Then there was fifteen year old Emily Frankincine.
	At first glance at it seemed to appear that Emily disliked the illicit goings on provided by the likes of Zorro.  She made faces and seemed greatly concerned about the misdoings of the girls, the boys, and “Zorro” himself.  She seemed quite alarmed and shocked and in great disbelief.
	Then, Zorro skillfully learned that the girl had secrets.  Like the others, Emily had sexual activity she should not be engaged in.  Like with her dad.  Life in the Frankincine family was not so good and so Mr. Frankincine was off to greener pastures—alone.  This was upsetting to Emily—an only child.  She loved her daddy very much and couldn’t bear to see him leave and/or be gone.
	A few plans she tried to get her parents back together but it wasn’t happening; Daddy Frankincine was dead-set on leaving and Mommy Frankincine was dead-set on seeing him go.  Soooo, Emily concocted another plan.  At fifteen and did Emily know the wiles of sex and that men would do anything to get it.  (actually, Emily knew about the wiles of sex way earlier than that but that’s another story and this one’s running a little long…)
	Emily loved her daddy and would do anything—anything—to keep him home.  That included sex.  Emily was not oblivious to the ways of sex; since she had been twelve she had had sexual encounters—some with boys even!  She wasn’t a slut but…
	One day, just days before her Daddy’s big move-out of his downtown apartment to another state several states away, and did Earl Frankincine come home to find his fifteen year old daughter in her new two piece neon yellow bikini bathing suit.  The Frankincine home did not have a pool, the apartment complex did.  To say the least was Earl stunned.  Not too mention—
	SPROING!

	“What do you think?” she asked, “You like?”
	Early could speak—he couldn’t move!  All he could do was travel his eyes up and down his teenage daughter’s body.
	“Wow.” He finally said.  And dressed in dress slacks the evidence of the “wow” was quite evident.  Emily blushed—mission accomplished.  ‘if you leave, you’ll miss more times like these.’
	“Want to go swimming?” with me?
	Early couldn’t breathe let alone move to go change.  But it was summer and it was hot out and occasionally he did use the community pool to cool off and relax.  Never, though, had his teenage daughter been involved.  After a little composure the man finally made his way to his room—where he spent several-several long minutes alone within.  Emily waited, fussed with her hair, and waited.
	And waited.
	And then waited some more.
	‘what could he be doing in there?’ she wondered to herself.  I wonder.
	Finally he emerged clad in male near knee length swim trunks and the two scampered out to the pool.  Scamper!  Scamper!  (I had a goldfish I named Scamper—didn’t scamper much, mostly floated.  Named a bunny scamper and he scampered out the gate to an alley dog’s mouth.  Had a wife named Scamper and she scampered out the door with a delivery man who had his own lorry (and a lawyer!)
	In the pool and SPROING!  SPROING!  SPROING!  And not from the diving board.  Although one could SPRING from Early’s hard throbbing man cock.  And with daughter Emily laying out on a boogie board—that was a very distinct possibility.  Early was a man, and like many men raising a daughter was sometimes a difficult thing to manage.  Morally sound or not when a father saw his daughter naked or merely in her underwear—devilish thoughts prevailed.  If morally sound those thoughts could usually be curtailed and passed over.
	Usually.
	Early Frankincine had morals but often fought with perverse thoughts of the naughty kind (concerning his daughter) on a fairly regular basis.  It couldn’t be helped; but—BUT he never-ever did ever molest her.  There were plenty of chances, though; when she was young he bathed her, clothed her, cleaned her, and harbored deep—deep thoughts (of the naughty kind) about her.
	Those thoughts escalated when seeing Emily laid out on the boogie board—his eyes were irrevocably fastened to the girl’s ass.  Such a fine shape!  The bikini bottom was like second skin.  It had been a long while since last he had seen his child naked.  (and Early Frankincine had a good-good imagination.   And Emily’s ass left nothing for the imagination to imagine—save for savoring it, lusting for it, and desiring it.  Oh!
	That ass.
	It was a construct of amazing captivation.  Early had a problem—and a growing one, too.  His unnatural desires and cock were exceeding the limits of confounds.  It didn’t help when Emily turned off and there was her muff.
	Other peoples using the pool helped with distractions—Early’s dead set attention to his daughter’s poon.  His thoughts were muddled—mired in just one thing.  One thing.  Early was in peril.
	Whether she knew it or not, Emily had just about accomplished what she had set out to do without subjecting herself to her initial plan.  But still, though, she wanted her Daddy to stay.  Soooo, she continued with her plan.  After some time in the pool the two made for the apartment with Early’s cock leading the way.  He used the boogie board that supposed to have stayed at the pool to shield the evidence.  At the apartment he left the board outside and scampered inside with his daughter before him—then he moved quickly to his bedroom to change while Emily made for the bathroom.
	Stepping as quietly as she could Emily crept to her Daddy’s bedroom door and could hear the telltale sounds of one-handed sexual intercourse.  As it happened, the door to the bedroom was not entirely shut tight allowing Emily just enough view to see her dear Daddy masturbating.  It was an impressive cock—one that made Emily begin fingering herself in earnest.  She shuddered (all over) at the thought of her Daddy’s cock invading her pussy.  Mesmerized, with the thoughts of her Daddy’s cock pounding her cunt, Emily almost got caught as Early “finished” off his one-handed sexual intercourse, stepped out of sight, dressed, and made way to the door.
	Emily came to her senses and dashed to the bathroom.
	Her pussy was “wet.”  Her nipples were hard and though she knew the thoughts she had regarding her plan to have sex with her sweet Daddy was wrong—it was also so right!  Her cunny was on fire!  Laying out on the bathroom floor she furiously frigged herself into a glorious orgasmic stupor—one of which she got a little vocal.
	Emily didn’t care.  It felt too good to keep to herself.  She wore her fingers out in the process—and didn’t care about that, either.  Unawares, Emily’s one-handed sexploit did not go unnoticed.  Like the bedroom door, the bathroom door also was not a tight fit leaving Daddy Early to view his fine naked daughter sprawled out on the bathroom floor “gettin’ after it!”
	That night, around midnight, Emily was in the kitchen grabbing a snack.
	She was nude.
	The a/c was on in the 1-bedroom apartment but it was something Emily liked to do—go naked when she could and could get away with it.  She was pretty sure that if her Daddy should see her it wouldn’t be a big deal.
	They had gone out to dinner, gone to the park and discussed the tragic break-up of the family.  It boiled down to “your mom’s a bitch.” Emily agreed but loved them both.  (According to Emily’s mom, “you’re dad’s an ass.”)  so there’s that.
	They walked thru the park, fed the ducks and bothersome geese, then by happenstance “observed” a man and his young daughter.  There were other fathers out with their daughters but none of them were doing what “Paul” and “Kayleen” were doing.  At casual glance all was fairly normal; the two held hands and walked the park paths, watched the kite fliers, fed the ducks, avoided the pesky geese, then moved a little further away where while Kayleen was up on a wooden railing watching wildlife, daddy Paul slipped his hand up her short kiddie dress and “copped a feel.”  He did!
	Kayleen wore a short kind of yellow dress, sleeveless.  The girl was no more than ten years young.  Her blond hair was down to the middle of her backside and she did not seem to mind her daddy’s hand being where they really should not be.
	Paul looked around—for security’s sake, then continued his groping until such a time whereas he and Kayleen amscrayed into the wilds of the park.  Here, the overgrowth was significant but that was the way it was supposed to be for the park’s wildlife; ducks, geese, raccoons, and so on.  There were nature paths and signs posted to “keep on the path”.  Paul and daughter Kayleen paid no heed to the signs and as soon as they were “out of sight” they crawled thru the lodge pole fencing and off to an old abandoned cabin.
	Behind the cabin and did Paul Imbetterthanu haul out his ready-for-action cock.  It was hard, it was seven inches, it was hard.  Kayleen giggled.  Her face seemed to brighten up; she had perfect white teeth; a bit of tan to her face and neck, and arms, and legs.  She gripped her daddy’s dick and played with it moving her hands up and down the lengthy shaft, cupping the hairy balls, and driving her stern looking daddy insane.
	Paul was not too tall, had a rigid jaw, short dark hair with a little graying at the temples.  He seemed to be a professional man—with his dick in his ten year old daughter’s mouth!  After another looksee around to see who might be seeing and seeing that no one was seeing the Daddy of the Year knelt down and worked down Kayleen’s panties; yellow.
	Looking around some more the man who taught an adult Sunday school class and led prayer at his workplace began an eager bout of fingering his child’s pussy.  Finger-finger-finger!  Again, Kayleen did not seem distressed.  She giggled and peed instead!  Paul spread her legs and furiously pounded his cock watching her girl pee.  It seemed to be some sort of weird turn on—the look on the man’s face was agony—Desire’s agony.

	Afterwards and it appeared as if though man was going to fuck the girl right then and there; he laid her out on the soft clover and was about to position himself for fucking when voices distracted him.  Others had come and were too close interrupting Paul’s doings.
	Collecting themselves, and Kayleen’s panties, the two scampered off further into the wilds coming to a huge boulder that was split in have.  One half had a small concave to the inner side where it was split and two pine trees were lodged part way down the middle.  Here and Kayleen slipped off her dress, giggled and was sheepish about being so raw in the open.  Daddy Paul hugged her—pressing his still raging hard cock against her pretty face.  Once more and the young girl took the member into her mouth and sucked it.
	Paul threw caution to hell and once more laid his daughter out on the ground on her dress.  Kayleen continued to giggle, blush, and pee.  She also parted her legs and giggled all the more as her daddy “went down” on her seemingly never minding the urine spill and splash.  He licked and licked, lapped and nipped before shucking his pants and undies and “mounting”.
	Paul’s seriously hard cock merely “rubbed” and grinded against the girl’s bald pussy—earnestly.  Grind-grind-grind; rub-rub-interrupt-interrupt—what?
	Once more there were voices interrupting Paul’s illicitness.  Kayleen quickly put her dress back on and the two fled deeper into the wilderness only to come out to a parking lot.  The “voices” were some young teenagers who had beer and marijuana—and Kayleen’s panties!
	It was a long walk back to the parking lot where Paul’s truck was parked.  A long quiet walk—well, from Paul anyways.  Little Kayleen chatted and sang all the way.  Then, once in the pick-up truck’s cab a frustrated Paul was quietly delighted when his giggling daughter fished out his still hard cock and began tugging on it.
	Not only tugging but sucking!  She did!
	Kayleen firstly worked the daddy organ to a frenzy, then leaned down and began kissing the glistening knob.  It was late in the day and Paul had parked off to one side where park goers didn’t usually park.  It was out of the way sort of so a quick security sweep and Paul moved the steering wheel up and out of the way and let his child perform her daughterly duty.
	The girl had talent—she rolled her tongue all about the super sensitive head, diddled the piss slit, then moved her mouth down the shaft raking her teeth along the equally sensitive shaft skin.  Paul’s heart fluttered—along with everything else.  His right hand moved down to cup Kayleen’s ass, finding her panties already off (gone).  He moaned and began caressing the girl’s ass, fingering her asshole and pussy before laying down in the seat.  Kayleen continued sucking and soon was in an impromptu 69 position; it was a little (lot) awkward but it worked; Paul’s mouth totally engulfing his daughter’s cunt while she herself totally engulfing his cock.
	The girl sucked and sucked and sucked—and got a mouthful of cum for her efforts.  Her dear sweet daddy licked and licked getting a face full of young girl poon juices for his efforts.  He smoothed his hands over her ass, squeezed the cheeks and though he had just cum and as typical for a man to experience an extreme “cool down” Paul was reeling and ready to “go again”.
	This time, however, they switched places.
	It was awkward and clumsy but Paul removed his pants and undies and once more positioned himself on top of his daughter.  Kayleen was nude; one leg hiked up on the back of the bench seat, the other on the dash.  Paul’s hard cock slathered up with cum and spittle glided hard against the young girl’s poon.
	Then, from gliding to grinding.
	Then, from grinding to gouging.
	And from gouging we get poking.
	“Poking” a euphemism for “fucking.”  Paul’s cock made nice partial entry; Kayleen arched her back; her nipples hardened, she made a face, groaned, and Paul entered her all the more before the pumping began.  The pumping made way for full entry.  It was slow but determined lovemaking; now and then the man would look around as he committed the incestuous deed; one hand cupped his daughter’s ass, the other supported himself.  It was awkward doing the naughty in the cab of the truck but it wasn’t their first time.
	The moment came and Paul stepped up his pumpings pounding hard his young daughter’s poon until the finale whereas he virtually collapsed.  The release was overwhelming—and very satisfying.  Mostly for Paul, though.  Kayleen was satisfied that her dear daddy was satisfied.

	Back to the midnight snack; cold chicken and cold pizza were something of a delicacy for Emily and daddy.  Went well with cold milk and a hunk of fudge, too.  The images of the daddy copping a feel of his little girl filled Emily’s mind; it was oh-so wrong but then again…
	Just as the juices in her teenage cunny were once more fired up in came her daddy—also naked.  Turns out, both daddy and daughter enjoyed going about naked but the mommy figure in their life put the kibosh on such prancing (of course, that was at the Frankincine home.)
	The only light on was from the stove clock, the illuminated clock on the wall, the microwave light, and natural lighting as it was filtering in thru the kitchen window.  Their eyes were well adjusted to the darkness not-so darkness but more lighting would allow better definition.  
	For a long minute or two the father and daughter merely stared at each other, kind of awkwardly, then Emily blurted,
	“Daddy, I don’t want you to leave.”
	Emily suddenly crossed the distance to her father and hugged him.
	Early felt odd—being naked and all.  But he hugged his child and discovered that she was “emotional.”  He hugged her all the more and tried to be reassuring.  The girl didn’t understand the complexities of “life” and stuff; work, family, bitchy wife.  He didn’t want to leave, either, but life was complicated and it was time to move on.
	Hold on—wait a second—w-what was she doing—to his cock!?
	Emily had a holt of her Daddy’s dong and was “expertly” manipulating it.
	Early was awed.  He shuddered and seemed to be in a euphoric state of being.  Which was exactly what Emily wanted him to be.  Then, slowly, the girl moved down her Daddy’s body placing her mouth to his cock.  Rolling her tongue about the incredibly hard cock she engulfed the steaming member fully.  Early tensed up all over with no thoughts roaming whatsoever.  A blowjob was a blowjob no matter who it was doing the job.
	“Oh, baby!” he whispered hoarsely.  She was good!
	The cock popped out and Emily rubbed the member all over her face lovingly before putting her mouth over the bulbous tip and sucking on it as if she were trying to suck the sperm out of the piss slit.  The act drove her Daddy crazy.
	“Oh, sweet sorry sonofabitch!” he blurted uncharacteristically and a bit of cum DID jut from said piss slit.  Emily sucked harder taking the hot rod into her mouth a little more before fully ingesting the incestuous bone and sucking the life out of it.
	In Early’s bedroom on Early’s bed and the fullness of their illicit relationship took place.  This after Early looked over his naked naughty nymph of a daughter taking her in fully.  
	“Goddamn your beautiful!” the Christian man announced.  His cock still reeled from the unbelievable blowjob she had just given him.  He would never be the same again.  With the nightstand table lamp giving off a low subtle light the girl on the bed was beyond words.  The light bathed the nude teen in a sensuous manner whereas Early could only moan with a sincere ache of lust.
	The anticipation of what was to cum was a killer.  After Early had looked over his daughter a good goddamn look he went down on her.  Her pussy was delightful!  He smelled fantastic!  There was a unique aroma there; not musty, not funky, it was something enticing drawing Early into the wild weird world that was incestuous.  A flick of the tongue here, a nip of the lips there—
	Lips?
	Pouty lips suggested that Emily may not be virginal.

	At the time and Early, though curious, was not concerned.  He licked and lick, drove his tongue into her crevice, his fingers, then finally his cock.  Slowly did he move up and lightly place his cock against her pussy and let it rest there.  The anticipation was a killer!
	Looking over Emily again and his love/lust increased ten-fold.
	“You are so fucking beautiful!”
	Emily smiled, moved her hips, took holt of her Daddy’s cock and whispered,
	“Shut up and fuck me!”

*

It aint over till its over
	Pursing her lips she watched in frozen awe as with her legs pulled back by her ownself the “woman” Annie took on the boys, Aaron, Billy, and Casey.  The “Zorro” character was on his knees beside the nude woman stroking his penis.  Emily knew she was in deep with the man; she knew, too, that he had uncovered her secrets—her illicit relationship with her daddy and some boys she had babysat for.  Those “boys” were a little younger than Aaron, Billy, and Casey.
	Annie, twenty-four, policewoman, moaned as twelve year old Aaron once more fucked her.  The boy’s mind was gone—so far he had boned five girls plus the one he was doing for a second time.  He had butt plunged the girls, been sucked, spanked, done some spanking of his own, and watched a girl pee while she stood upright.  His mind was no longer.
	Billy’s cock was getting a good work out, too; he grinned a lot and seemed to be oblivious to what was going on.  He didn’t particularly care for being spanked OR sodomized by the other boys but other than that…
	Casey seemed to be the one who was enjoying himself—immensely.  He didn’t care for being spanked, sodomized, or sucking cock but the fucking he was ok with—whether it be a boy hole or a girl hole.  Getting off was all that mattered.  All that mattered.
	All that mattered to Annie was for the nightmare to be over.
	Slowly thru the incredibly long-long night the life that was Annie Blowjack returned.  She was a cop.  An undercover cop out to bust pervs, Users who used Electronic Mind Altering Devices.  Something had gone wrong—terribly-terribly wrong.  And now she was in the thick of it.
	The sliding door of the van was open; outside and it was early morning, the sun was up but not yet up over the trees—which appeared to be pine.  That was of little help to Annie who was using her cop instincts to pin down where she was.  There was the slight hint of pine and also—also—pig shit?  Being raised on a farm when she was younger and Annie was familiar with various animal scents.
	Zorro had all the kids outside.  Annie herself was laid out on the van’s carpeting on her back, legs spread out wide hooked into leather strap hand holds; her arms tied back, handcuffed to the opposite interior wall.  It was most undignified position she had ever been in.  The masked man then shaved her pussy.
	Using a sharp very sharp hunting knife Van Gencense dry shaved Annie’s cunt hairs.  There was only a patch of fur and they were soft and easily shaved leaving a nice smooth bald poon for Van (and the boys) to enjoy.  The masked man firstly licked the woman’s young adult cunt, fingered it to the point whereas it began to tremble and become “wet.”
	Annie tried-tried-tried to fend off the feelings stemming from her cunny.  But she failed and began to twist, arch, and shudder as the man’s tongue and fingers worked their magic to bring her to the brink of orgasm.  Then, Van inserted his cock and slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y pumped.  All the way in, most the way out.  Annie had never been fucked so.  The cock was masterful and did so infacto bring Annie to orgasm.
	But as soon as one orgasm came another was right behind.
	If it weren’t for the audacity, the horror, the assault, the sex would be good.  Better than good—damn good!  Annie was shocked; she had had some good sex in her life but no cock had been able to bring her to multiple orgasms.  The shudderings thrived thru her body and she ached to finger herself.  Zorro laid his body onto her making love to her in a manner whereas she had never experienced before.  She wasn’t smothered, the man gently lay on her just so as her breasts were squashed; then he moved just his hips sending his incredible fuck stick into her sex.
	Four minutes later and a blast of liquid love exploded into Annie’s cunt.
	She melted.
	Her pussy continued to tremble and shudder.
	Van “Zorro” Gencense took several minutes to cool down; then he pushed himself off the young vivacious woman and sat on the instep of the van.  The kids were in awe with no one running off.  They were mesmerized, captivated, and “next.”  The boys first.
	Twelve year old Aaron stood up to the van’s opening and peed onto Annie’s pussy.  It was his morning piss he had been told to hold—and there was a lot of it.  Annie was unaware of being peed on by the boy.  The boy, the other boys, the girls, all were aware and in disbelief.  Then, after the pee the boy positioned himself up against the woman’s body—specifically her pussy and after some grinding, poking and prodding, and the naked girls encircling him with the masked man fingering one of them (Abbey) the boy got righteous wood and inserted himself into Annie’s pussy.

	And after five minutes of strenuous pumping—blamo!
	Annie’s pussy wasn’t as “tight” and snug as the girls so it took a little more effort to get off.  But he did.  The release was more fantastic than he could ever imagine.  Ever!  It sure beat beating off (in his hand!)
	Billy was next.  He peed a good healthy stream and regardless of the naked vixens standing around him he couldn’t achieve a boner.  Soooo, Darlene was conscripted to suck him, fondle his balls while Beth and Cara stood by fingering themselves.
	That did it.
	Billy’s cock was hard enough to hunt with.
	Billy went five full minutes but didn’t achieve the ultimate pleasure of doing so.  No matter, it still felt good.  The next boy, and last, Casey, managed to get his nuts off in just under four minutes work.  Girls, Abbey, Beth, and Cara had “stimulated” him (by sucking his cock and balls and caressing his ass).
	With the three boys having their thrills with Annie—the day was not done.  The girls all stood and had their morning pee—standing up.  The boys stared at were in amazement.  Afterwards,
	The kids loaded back into the van and they were off; Annie remained secured as she was—which was very uncomfortable.  The kids were unrestrained.  The van bounced on a dirt road for some miles before stopping again.  This time the outside revealed a thick stand of pines, the sun was up over the tops of those pines, no mountains could be seen; there were birds singing and a breeze making thru the boughs of the pines.  The scent of pig shit had long gone (thankfully!)
	During the ride—Annie had peed.  Zorro seemed bemused and after looking around for his own security check stripped off his clothes and came to rest on the woman’s chest flopping his cock between her smallish breasts.  Annie was no long enthralled by the man’s misdoings and in no way was going to suck him as he seemed to desire.  No matter, Van “Zorro” had other plans, notions, and desires.
	Twelve year old Aaron was a part of those desires, he came (nakedly) to settle on Annie’s face.  The twenty-four year old cop wiggled and refused to partake in the wicked plans of the man’s twisted desires.  But a tweak of her nipples forced her mouth open and Aaron’s partially fuzzy testicles popped in.
	“Suck ‘em or get spanked.” Van said almost gruffly.
	Annie’s mind was once more fogging over.  What the hell was happening!?
	She sucked.  Aaron laid down her body—Van moved down sliding his cock into the woman’s pussy then pulling out and sliding his cock into the boy’s mouth.
	“Suck it or be spanked.”
	Aaron sucked.

	Van caressed the boy’s smooth butt—followed by lightly spanking it.  Aaron gagged and made faces as he gobbled on the masked man’s skin flute.  Annie wriggled underneath (but kept the boy’s testicles in her mouth.)  Van slipped his cock into Annie’s cunt then pulled out after a couple good full entry penetrations and moved around to Aaron’s butt.  The boy’s eyes bulged as the man’s cock entered him!
	“Oh shit!” he blurted.
	Van smiled and cocking his head to Emily made full anal entry and fucked the young boy into a euphoric state of being (Van’s euphoria, not Aaron’s.)  Afterwards, Van’s cock popped out and rested on the lily white cheeks of the boy; he marveled at the sperm oozing out of the funk hole—drizzling down onto Annie’s face below.
	Emily came nextly—and then some!  Aaron departed and lay on his back reeling from having his cock worked out, his balls sucked, and his asshole fucked.  Abbey settled herself onto his aching smoldering bone while Emily settled on Annie’s face.  After a little spanking and the masked man entered her—firstly her pussy and then her asshole.  Emily’s mind was blown.  Never in her life could she imagine such a thing happening.  The man entered her pussy and fucked her there good and hard, fast and furiously, with vigor and vim and all that.  Three minutes later and a river of cum exploded from his cock.

	After sucking the masked man’s cock while being sodomized by Aaron, eleven year old Abbey was released.  She was spanked, pussy shaven, and drenched in pee and cum, spanked by all three boys until she couldn’t stand it, then deeply/passionately kissed by all three boys.
	Aaron, Billy, and Casey licked out Beth’s pussy, fucked it, peed on it, spanked it, and saw it go, too.  Beth also got her butt spanked; the boys seemed giddy while doing so and were apparently getting used to the weirdness that was about them.  Being naked was a unique experience—being naked alone was not so much, but mixed with the boys, the masked man, the woman, and the girls—well, it was a no brainer.  It was cool!
	Spanking a girl’s ass was a mind blower for sure.  Spanking a girl’s pussy?  Wow factor times ten.  Seeing a girl pee—while she stood up to do so?  The wow factor exceeded the limits of comprehension.  Having sex with a girl, a blowjob, licking out a girl’s pussy, her asshole, sucking on her titties, dragging balls and cock across the girl’s face—orbit factor.
	Aaron and Billy double teamed Cara; Aaron in the girl’s pussy while Billy reamed her asshole.  The girl also sucked on Casey’s cock.  She was spanked but not peed on.  Aaron thoroughly enjoyed spanking a girl’s butt.  The act wore his hand out but he still did it anyways.
	Day three and the boys remained with Darlene and Emily—and Annie.
	The masked man took his pleasure with the boys—spanking them, fucking them up the ass, and more spanking.  Aaron was not so much into being spanked, or fucked in the ass.  Billy also didn’t care for the abuse—he liked giving not taking.  Casey was the weird boy—he LIKED being spanked!  Wasn’t keen on being sodomized OR sucking schlong; but being spanked tingled him and thusly excited him.
	After a hellacious fuck from the three boys AND Zorro, Darlene left the van.
	Emily and Annie remained with the van another two days.
	The boys, one-two-three were the last to leave leaving Van “Zorro” alone once more.  For a few days anyways.  He aired out the van, cleaned it pristinely, re-stocked it; then cruised to the beach towns to restart his “way of life.”  End.

*

Aliens, Abominable snowman, sasquatch, and mud monsters
You cant scare me
	“You cant scare me!” announced somewhat sarcastically Courtney Gooselipps.  Antagonists, Freddy Eddy and Jessie “Hat” Bumper had it in for snooty-snobby better-than-you Courtney and tried relentlessly to make the twelve year old at least jump out of her skin.  Faking drowning was their latest attempt and it was lame.  The boys had put a live garden snake on her lunch tray at school—turns out, though, Courtney had no fear of snakes and in fact loved them.
	She was unscareable.  Freddy was usually one-upped or embarrassed by the class show-off.  Two girls, Heather Lopeless and Hope Mintmorr also loathed the sixth grade school charmer—she had teachers and administrators eating out of the palm of her hand.  Her daddy was a business owner, second banana in the local church, and a member of the city council.
	At the local swimming hole popular by most of the kids in the area Freddy and Jessie once more attempted to frighten Courtney or at least see her be somewhat concerned.  She wasn’t.  She saw thru the boys’ lame attempt at scaring her and she chastised them about how pitiful they were.  This only pissed the boys off more and they vowed—somehow, someway, they were going to get her to “wet her panties.”
	While swimming, this happened:
	At the swimming hole along with Freddy and Jessie “Hat” Buymper, the two girls who also had it in for Courtney, Heather and Hope, enjoyed the afternoon of no schooling and lots of swimming.  Courtney and her best friend forever (bff) dangled their legs off the old wooden pier getting only their feet wet.  Courtney wore a nice one-piece dark blue bathing suit while Denise was in a two-piece.
	Both girls were nearly thirteen and totally hot!
	Neither Freddy or Hat would be able to scramble out of the swimming hole even if an axe wielding freakish monster should come lurching up out of the water after them—they both had ginormous hard-ons.  Girls, Heather and Hope were aware of the boys’ predicament ‘cause the water was fairly clear and holding their breath the girls sunk themselves and could just see the fact of the matter that neither boy had those mesh linings in their mid-thigh length swim trunks.
	Nice!
	The thing with the popular watering hole with the young preteens was that it was also popular with the regular already teens.  After a little time of frolicking with themselves the influx of older youths began to descend.  Time to amscray.
	“Let’s go to the park or something.” suggested Hat dejectedly.  The gathering teens brought beer, smoke, and loud obnoxious rock music.
	Freddy was also dejected but smiled and said,
	“I know someplace better!”

Quarry Pond
	Quarry Pond was just that—a quarry that was—a pond.  Long ago, long before any of the kids were born, a mining company had made the quarry—and it was deep.  What they were digging for wasn’t known but at some point they struck water instead.  An unknown underground source of water that in no time filled the quarry pit.  The mining company abandoned the quarry thereafter.
	A few years later, still before the kids here were born, and something mysterious began happening.  Strange doings began “surfacing”; peoples who went there for exploring purposes returned to town screaming, insane, covered in mud.  Those maddened screaming peoples spoke of mud mounds rising up and attacking them.  And the legend of the “mud people” began.
	“Aren’t you SCARED to go there?” chastised a smirking Courtney.
	Other than saying “fuck you!” Freddy shrugged, “I ain’t afraid of mud!”
	The kids had all grown up with the Legend of the Mud People:  once upon a time there were two neighboring villages; one village lived in the woods while the other was in town.  The town village hated the wood village other deeply for their prosperity and treated the villagers poorly.  One stormy night, a rainstorm caused the creek in the woods to overflow and flash flood, burying the entire wood village in a mudslide, killing all the villagers.  Local legend claims that once a year, the townspeople return to form, covered in mud, and drag into the newly formed quarry pit innocent victims.
	Well, that was the legend.
	Seldom did anyone venture to the quarry—some did, though; like Freddy and Hat—who went to the secret pond to swim.  Naked.
	“You guys skinny dip?” almost squealed Heather.
	Hat (a boy who wore a baseball cap he never-ever removed from his head), shrugged saying, “Sure!  It’s the only way to go.”
	The girls, Heather and Hope, were invited but upon hearing that the boys might go without their swim trunks on—i.e. skinny dipping, they balked.   But on the other hand…
	“Sure, we’ll go.” said Heather.
	By this time, bitch girl, Courtney had departed with the other kids who had come to the swimming hole.  Freddy, Hat, Heather, and Hope slipped off to a secret trail making for Quarry Pond.
	“Besides,” said Freddy, “the Mud People don’t come around until the Fall, around Halloween.” That tidbit of info almost helped soothe the semi reluctant tagging along girls.
	By the time to gang arrived at the secretive-spooky pond (which was almost half a mile) they were exhausted.  There wasn’t much in the way of shelter—just dirt mounds.  The water looked refreshing and was concaved with ridges.  The boys sat together—the girls sat together.  The sun baked them and Freddy had a decision to make—to swim in his skin or be cool and NOT swim in his skin.
	“Just do it, dude.” whispered Hat.
	Freddy wrinkled his nose; he doubted that the girls would do same.  But, with a shrug, he stepped back to a large dirt mound and stripped off his trunks—then made a long leaping leap barrel jumping into the very refreshing clear water making a hell of a splash.
	That was all Jessie “Hat” needed and he did same.
	The girls were awed.
	“Coming in?” queried Freddy.  
	After their initial swim at the other watering hole the girls had put their clothes on (while still wearing their swimsuits).  Heather slowly removed her shirt and then her pants.  Hope waited.
	“Are you going to?” she asked.
	The boys were frolicking, splashing one another, then trying to dive to the bottom of the watery pit.  When both boys were diving, Heather quickly slipped off her suit and plunged in—not quite aware of how chilly the water was, how deep, or how “clear.”
	Hope followed—reluctantly and just as the boys were surfacing.  And although the water was chilly—Freddy got a nice boner from seeing the barging in Hope.  The girl had a fine body, blond hair, wore braces but had a very nice smile.  The boy only got a glimpse really as there was water in his eyes but he saw just the same.
	Hat tugged on his elbow.
	Hat was grinning.
	Freddy dived down—er, sunk down holding his breath a might and grinned bigger than he had ever grinned before.  The water of the quarry pond was so clear it gave undistorted viewing of Heather and Hope dog paddling above them.  It was quite a view and the boys enjoyed it—greatly.
	As the four frolicked they were unawares of someone they knew snapping pictures with her cell phone.  Also, they all unawares they were ALL being watched.
	After a time of swimming (frolicking) the girls noted the time.
	“I kind of gotta get going.” Beings as how far it was to get back to the other watering hole and then hoof it back home.  “We can do this tomorrow or something,” Heather added, “but we gotta start earlier.” And not waste time at the other place.
	The girls waited—until the boys dunked themselves out of sight before exiting the pond and dressing.  The boys, however, saw it all and were more than delighted.  Both girls had very nice bodies—‘specially naked!  On the shore and Heather did the bend over that sent Freddy into fits.  Hat admired Hope—and got more than he expected when the girl turned around looking into the pond.  She said something the Heather and she looked into the pond, too.
	Freddy looked to Hat, Hat looked to Freddy.
	‘they see us!’ the boys conveyed to one another.
	The girls only paused a moment then went on dressing.  Both girls had faced the pond full frontal.  It was better than either boy could have hoped for.  In the water there was just too much frolicking going on to really see the girls clearly.
	Suddenly, there was a commotion.
	Surfacing and the boys were shocked to see Courtney chastising Heather and Hope.  As Freddy and Hat popped to the surface,
	“My, my; and here’s two more naughty Christians!” she giggled and laughed in a condescending manner.  Freddy, Hat, Heather, and Hope attended the church her second banana preacher daddy preached at.
	“Skinny dipping!” and she “tsked-tsked-tsked” them.
	“In mixed company!” more “tsk-tsk-tsking”.  Then,
	“Just wait till everyone sees this!” and she wavered her cell phone of which she had just used to capture the mixed gang swimming in the buff.  Freddy couldn’t swim out of the pond fast enough.  Heather tried to grab the cell phone but was in mid-dress and clumsily fell to the ground.  Hope was beside herself with grief, blabbering about how her dad was going to be sooo pissed.  Not too mention how she was going to be sooo embarrassed.
	Boldly, Freddy came up on shore with Hat behind him shouting at Courtney to hand over the cell phone.
	“Or what?” the girl spat sarcastically.  She wasn’t even put off that the boys were naked.  She giggled and eyed Freddy’s nakedness; it was half hard and half not so much.  She wasn’t impressed.
	“Well, this sun is a bit much and I must be off!” she smirked.  “Have a nice day, ‘it’s going to be your last!’” and she bounded off around the mud mounds.
	“What are we going to do?” wailed Hope.
	No one answered.  They were doomed.  Skinny dipping was one thing, skinny dipping in mixed company?
	Dejected and trying to come up with a plausible plan the boys got dressed.
	Heather and Hope dressed and hung loose for a moment then sloughed on without the boys hoping to catch up with Courtney and try to talk some sense into her.
	“We are in soooo much trouble!”
	“Yeah, well, we’ve been there before.” Freddy replied.  Broken windows, smoking, coming in thru the bedroom window a little after 2AM in the morning, stink bomb in the girl’s restroom.  How much more trouble could it be to be caught naked swimming with Heather and Hope?
	Suddenly there was a scream.
	The boys were frozen for a moment; the scream came again and the boys bolted in the directions they thought the scream was coming from.
	Heather?  Hope?  Courtney?  Had Heather and Hope caught Courtney and were pummeling her?  It wasn’t something Hope would do but Heather might.  The boys made way thru the maze of huge mud mounds coming to a small clearing where Heather and Hope stood frozen in fear.  Huge mounds of odd color mud surrounded them; in some of the mounds were the remains of the mining company—dredging machine, bull dozers, and other assorted equipment like that there.
	Standing before Heather and Hope was a creature—best described as tall and covered in mud.
	“Don’t move, Heather!” said Freddy.
	“No problem.”
	“Oh, please!” announced Courtney who came out from around one of the smaller mounds, “This is so lame, even for you, Freddy!”
	Do the words ‘fuck you!’ mean anything to you.
	“It’s a Mud Monster!” shouted Hat.
	Courtney rolled her eyes and snapped a picture with her cell phone.
	“You guys are going to be the laughing stock of the whole town!”
	Just then and the Mud Monster took a swipe at Heather.  Heather ducked but standing behind her, Hope, didn’t and was smacked.  She wasn’t hurt or even knocked down—but she WAS covered in mud.
	Ewewewe
	Heather screamed and Courtney continued to scoff.
	“Oh, my God, you people are soooo pathetic!” she said rebuking the presence of the Mud Monster as what it was.  “Who is it, your lame uncle?” she directed her questioning to Freddy who had a redneck uncle living with him.
	The Mud Monster made a noise and swung his huge muddy hand at Courtney splattering her with a generous portion of mud.  The girl was not pleased and was in disbelief she had been slimed.
	“These are GOOD clothes!” she bitched, “Not some “off-the-rack” crap.”
	Courtney did have good taste; expensive, designer, better-than-you type of clothing.  She wore light jewelry, light perfume, and just a touch of make-up to bring out her features.
	The Mud Monster swung his hand from the other smacking Courtney upside the head sending her to the ground.
	“You sonofabitch!” Courtney blurted out of character.  “How DARE you!’
	When the irate girl scrambled to stand up, slipping in all the gooey mud, the Mud Monster made a horrendous scream and/or howl then stomped the ground.  The ground shook and then opened up underneath Courtney.  The girl dropped out of sight and the muddy creature howled (for sure).  Then he turned on the boys.
	Hat darted one way and yelled to Heather and Hope—“RUN!”
	The Mud Monster whirled on him sending him cartwheeling backwards smacking into a mud mound.  Freddy charged (foolishly) the slimy creature and was “absorbed” then dramatically tossed backwards where he stumbled, slipped, and fell into the hole newly opened.  The “mound” Hat had collided with also absorbed him—but didn’t expel him.
	Freddy fell just a few feet, then slid down a long narrow tunnel to plop down into semi darkness.  Water could be heard dripping, the air was heavy with the scent of mud—stifling almost to say.
	A long while was needed to regain his composure.  He breathed hard and tried to get his head around what had just happened.  It wasn’t too clear; what happened was improbable if not impossible.  A Mud Monster?  For reals?
	Hearing the water prompted him to move to wash off his face.
	The water was a stream coming out of a dirt wall that was—slimy.  Green phosphorous algae grew everywhere giving “just enough light” to see.  The slimy mud that coated Freddy was difficult to get off.  Shaking his head farted—and it wasn’t a good one, either; then spent many minutes wiping the slime off of him before he realized that he wasn’t quite alone.
	There was a moan.
	Freddy froze.
	Did something off to his right just move?
	Topside some twenty-five feet and girls, Heather and Hope, were in peril.  A Mud Monster creature had Heather while Hope was mired in “mud”—mud that was pulling her into a mound of mud.  Heather rolled and rolled, lashed out and kicked the creature all the while she herself was dragged into a mound also.  
	Down below that excitement some twenty-five feet and something stirred just off to one side of Freddy.  He froze solid with thoughts of scurrying.  But as his eyes adjusted he saw that it wasn’t a mud monster but Courtney!  He still held fast for a moment noting the girl was in a sort of awkward position—her legs up for one.
	Moving closer he saw that Courtney was semi unconscious, on her back, legs up, panties revealed.  She was coated in a sheen layer of mud and Freddy Eddy couldn’t keep his eyes off of the girl’s panties.  Taking a deep breath,
	“Courtney?”
	The girl moaned and remained unconscious.
	“Uh, Courtney?” the boy inquired again.
	Nothing.
	Wrinkling his nose and daring fate he shook her (at the shoulder).
	Her right leg fell onto his shoulder startling him.
	After the jolt he noted that the girl’s legs were opened haphazardly all the more.  He couldn’t keep his eyes off her crotch.  The image of Heather and Hope filled him—sure they had the same bodies basically and he really liked what he had seen.  But it was, of course, Courtney he wanted to see most of all.
	And now he was.
	Awesome!
	Slowly and did dark foreboding thoughts arrive in his mind.  His eyes remained steadfastly locked onto the girl’s panties.  He had seen her in her swimsuit and there hadn’t been any of those “dark foreboding” thoughts of the naughty kind.  Freddy had just begun his journey of self pleasuring and realizing that girls were more than just “pretty.”
	Was his hand moving?
	It was?
	A slight panic began to fill him; his breathing became labored; his thoughts dramatically increasing to the naughty side.  What he was thinking he shouldn’t have been thinking.
	Then he noted his cock.
	His dick.
	His proudest member of his body was erect.
	Courtney had looked GOOD in her bathing suit; he tried not to stare at her crotch—her pussy, but ultimately failed.  Courtney, of course, glared at him but he tried to play it off that he WASN’T staring at her pussy—but she knew he was.
	Then there was that business of when he had come up out of the quarry pond.  She herself had stared at HIS naughty bit—and laughed at it.  Why did she do that?  What did she have to compare it to?
	A bit of angry began to surge in him and without further thought (or hesitation) he reached for Courtney’s panties.  She breathed but otherwise remained quiet and still.  No thoughts whatsoever were on young Freddy’s mind as he tugged the violet undergarment down.
	Hmmm  when had she changed?  At the other swimming hole she had been in her one-piece blue bathing suit.  Most kids wore their street clothes on top and simply shucked them instead of changing behind a bush or a rock.  Freddy didn’t think too much about it; Courtney was a bitch.  Pure and simple.  He tugged her undies down just enough to reveal her nakedness—her sex.
	It was a serious wow factor.
	Sure, he had seen Heather and Hope naked but he hadn’t really gotten to “stare.”  Courtney was covered in mud but underneath her clothes she was still mud free.  So he stared—and stared and found himself pleasuring himself.  More lurid thoughts came.  At first he shook his head as the moral fiber within him was diametrically opposed to those thoughts he was thinking.
	Then, holding his breath, he tugged Courtney’s panties all the way down her legs—to her ankles.  The girl remained very unaware.  He didn’t know what he would do should she wake up.  Luckily, though, she didn’t and Freddy continued.
	Panties off and legs open Courtney Gooselipps looked even better.
	Strangely, he wondered what she looked like taking a bath, or sitting on the toilet!  He thought of her prancing about in her room, naked!  He thought of her peeing—while standing up in the shower!  The more he thought of her and the more his cock got harder and harder and harder.
	Breathing more than he had ever had before and shaking his head in disbelief at what he was not only contemplating but DOING, Freddy Eddy positioned himself between Courtney’s legs—his cock ever so hard right on her sex!
	There would be no explanation should the bitch wake up.
	There was no back-up plan.
	He was twelve.  Almost thirteen.  So was Courtney.
	He didn’t know much about sex—or sex acts, but had a pretty good idea.  That and natural instinct helped him guide his cock into the girl’s sex and there was no stopping whatsoever then.  None.  There was resistance but a powerful thrust took care of that.  Courtney grunted and made a face but otherwise remained knocked out.  The mud had coated her face and hair, arms, legs, but somehow the girl remained “pretty.”

	Freddy Eddy had no idea sex could be so good!
	On and on it went until the ultimate goal was met.
	Freddy Eddy had no idea that cumming could be so good!
	Courtney remained unawares during the process of Freddy’s discovery.
	Elsewhere in the underground mud pit chambers and—
	Jessie “Hat” Buymper also made a discovery (that sex with a girl was much better than sex with a hand, bed, pillow, cousin.)  He didn’t know where he was, or where Freddy was for that matter.  It was safe to deduce, though, that he was not where he had been—which was topside on the surface.  He was somewhere below, a few feet or several feet.  There was water dripping and the funkiest smells he had ever smelled!
	His arrival to the underground area was not unlike being birthed—so he noted to himself.  It was way gross and not to his liking.  Hat also noted that it was kind of like an out of control roller coaster ride.  Once deposited into the small opening underground and he got his wits—there clumped together still naked from the earlier incident—skinny dipping.
	A long while it was before Hat realized that the girls were NOT dead—they breathed and even moved a little.  But they were very unconscious.  Hat wrinkled his nose, farted then moved to see if they were alright.  Gently he shook Heather’s leg; she didn’t respond.  Nor did Hope.  Hat’s cock responded, though—the girls were naked and better yet—unconscious!  This left Hat the opportunity of a life time—to stare at a girl without being slapped or chastised for it.
	So what was a guy to do?  Two unconscious NAKED girls, he himself naked, with a hard-on, and no one around to see—see him mount and drag his hardened stiffy against the girls’ sex and then—then enter them!?
	Heather was first.  She was covered in a sheen layer of odd-coloured mud but that was ok—he still had the image of her naked standing on the shore.  She was hot!  Her pussy, her budding breasts, her total nakedness totally—it was a high scoring wow factor.  A forceful thrust into her sex and he was in like sin.  He was an avid hand humper, humped his bed a few times with a leg cocked over the edge and dreaming/fantasizing about every girl (and some teachers!) he knew; a couple of times on his back with his pillow between his legs, and then cousin Bernie.
	Cousin Bernie—and just recently, too!  And best bud, Freddy, didn’t know about it.  With Cousin Bernie it was just—one of those things.  Experimental.  Getting naked, mutual pleasuring the other, then a little ass grabbing followed by good ole fashioned sodomy.  Once that was done—with both boys managing to cum up the other’s poop chute, they showered together, peed on one another’s balls, and nothing more followed.  What else was there to follow after that?

	So fucking Heather was a damn sight better than fucking his bed, hand, pillow, and even (especially) Bernie.  Heather moaned a couple of times but other than that remained unawares of what was happening.  Hat would have kinda/sorta liked her to be a little more lively.  It was like fucking a zombie.  As he rested a moment before doing Hope he wondered (worried) about his best pal.

*
That’s jurassic
	Dr. Alan Grandeosi studied bones; dinosaur bones specifically.  In a particular region not far from his home he found an odd assortment of peculiar bones that got his interest.  A sign posted on an old tree stump also got his interest:
BEWARE
of the 
Mud Monsters!

	“Mud monsters?” squealed his eleven year old niece.
	“No such thing.” her uncle replied.  Or was there?
	Accompanying him on his excavations and explorations was his eleven year old niece, Alexis “Lexie” and her little brother, nine year old, Timmy.  The two often enjoyed an afternoon romp with their worldly uncle in the wild back country area just miles from where they lived.  The two kids often found skeleton remains of dinos, cows, coyotes, birds, and so on.  They also found ancient arrowheads with Timmy finding (after a severe rainstorm) a 2,000 year old Indian arrowhead.
	It made his day (and life!)  The museum where the artifact was donated to made a place card bearing Timmy’s name and location of find.  So now every opportunity to go exploring with his uncle he was in.  Lexie mostly was a computer geek and spent loads of internet time so her mom often urged her to “get out” and get some sun.  It wasn’t a big urging, while exploring her uncle filled her mind with his worldly explorations to other continents.  And finding almost rare dino bones helped, too.
	“No, I do not think that there are any such creatures as “Mud Monsters.””
	But he had seen some strange creatures thought to be extinct and stuff of legends—Big Foot, Sasquatch, Abominable Snowman, leprechauns.
	“Yeah, just like there’s no Santa, Toot Fairy, Easter Bunny—”
	Alexie and Alan began to giggle with Alexie smirking about Timmy’s “Toot Fairy” mistake.
	After leaving Allan’s jeep the trio hoofed it into the wilderness which was open slate rock and small canyons.  Not a lot of trees and less water.  Allan was hoping to make to a new area he had not been to yet, but with the kids making that journey in one day would be a toughie.
	What happened next was kinda odd.
	First, after climbing a small hill, then a medium sized 1,000 foot hill, the next scene beyond that hill was not quite right.  Behind him, to the left and right, rugged remote barren landscape.  Exposed slate rock, red rock, quartz, and very little vegetation.  However, at the top of the hill where a year ago he had found the bones of a small dinosaur, a landscape of skinny pines, scrub brush, mixed rock surfaces, and what looked like a large pond surrounded by various sized mud mounds.
	Mud monsters?
	Then—then there were clouds that seemed to seemingly come out of no where.  And they opened up onto the arid landscape with a vengeance.  It was incredible.  Alan Grant had never seen such a downpour.  He and the kids raced to one of the skinny pines just before they got drowneded.  The rain was good; a mix of being warm and cold at the same time.  Alan felt warm (and tingly) inside as the two kids cuddled against him.  There was kind of unique feeling surging in him; a kind of odd feeling that butted against his morals.
	Lexie had been attracted to her uncle for some time; his wild tales of tropical adventures, travels to the Orient, humping across the Alps, sea going adventures, outrunning the natives in this country and that—it was better than any book she had ever read.  It was deemed to be a typical schoolgirl crush that deepened after he rescued her and her brother from the torrential rainstorm.  She snuggled him close looking up to him with a beaming smile.  
	“What?” he asked.
	Lexie merely smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 
 	“What was that for?” he asked sheepishly.  Alan and the kids had a good relationship; they were well mannered and didn’t give him any trouble.  There were deep seeded unnatural desires that for the most part Alan had managed to keep buried.  They camped out a few times and there was the business of “doing business” and swimming, and changing clothes in one tent.
	Most times and Alan turned his attention elsewhere and didn’t watch the kids dress and undress, or do their business behind a rock.  But it sure was hard NOT to watch—especially when Lexie was in her two piece bathing suit, sleeping so soundly the girl often rolled about enough to uncover herself revealing the fact that she wore nothing more than a tee-shirt and undies—and sometimes just the shirt!
	The last time they had camped out and Lexie had slept in her tee-shirt and undies.  Alan had awoken to the call of nature and using his flashlight just happened to check the girl out and nearly blew his load right then and there.  The girl was twelve but could easily pass for eleven or much more closely to a flat chested ten year.  
	She was pretty, no doubt there; innocent (possibly) with honey brown hair, incredible blue eyes, and was just as cute as she could be.  Neither she or her brother cussed—nor did Alan himself.  There were occasional fartings and belches but that was a given and not something to be condemned for.
	“I like coffee, I like tea, I liked to masturbate while I pee!” a dumb little ditty he said as he stood in the wilds pissing on the sand thinking of little dainty Alexis sleeping in the tent behind him clad merely in her panties.  The flashlight he shielded and used just enough of escaping light to see the girl.  Oh how he wanted to see her with her panties down!
	Alexie hugged him and snuggled all the more as the sudden rain upon them continued.  Alan hugged his niece and Timmy squirmed a bit making himself more comfortable.  Alan had a hard-on.
	“Thanks, Uncle Alan.” Alexie said.  She then stretched up and giving him another kiss right on the lips!   Alan was a little surprised by this and out of instinct he kissed her back.  This made the girl gush—and Alan gushed also (but somewhere else a little lower.)  Desperately he wanted to slip her his tongue.  Then he wanted to do a whole hell of a lot more!  He wanted to see her naked, peeing standing up, then sitting on his face.  Was that so bad?  His mind was totally wrapped around seeing the girl naked.
	For Alexie, she HAD seen her uncle naked—well, partially.  She had seen him peeing.  Just a little, a glimpse.  The rest was in her imagination of what he looked like.  Of her brother she had seen him naked plenty of times.  But out in the wilds on excavations and explorations she had thought she would be able to see her uncle a little more au natural.  So far it was “just a glimpse.”
	Alexie didn't think it was any big deal laying a kiss on her favorite (and only) uncle.
	“Do you know a lot about kissing?” Alexie asked dumbly.
	Alan blushed answering, “Kinda.”
	“What’s French Kissing?” she asked (dumbly).
	Alan cleared his throat and looked around (just to make a T-Rex or a pesky park ranger wasn’t watching) and explained “It’s a way couples who seriously want to express themselves.”
	“Could you show me?”
	Alan had a good relationship with his niece and nephew—this next step was going to kick it up a notch.  Could he?  Should he?  How freaked out would she be?  His hormones were racing as much as her own pubescent ones were doing.  His cock ached and gave half a thought to what he was contemplating.  Then,
	Timmy watched as his uncle and sister French-kissed.
	“Wow!” he blurted.  Sometimes Lexie kissed him on the cheek but not like that!  
	Alan was really flustered with Alexis’ kissing him, Frenching him; he was in a bad way and in a desperate need to jerk off.  It seemed terribly improper but he was tingling with a strange intoxicating sensation that felt too good to fend off.  Why fight it?  His relationship with the kids was pretty good.  Would it be spoiled by his next move?  The erection in his pants was swelling out of proportion and in very much need of satisfaction—a Happy Ending.
	The rain wasn’t going to let up any time soon so it seemed.  Nothing to do but wait it out—25 feet above ground in the boughs of a skinny pine tree.  The kids nestled beside him with Alexis toying with one of the long braids of her hair.  Her shirt was sleeveless and he could see right into her chest area—and the fact that a bra was not really needed.  In the distance the storm seemed to be letting up and in fact within minutes the rain had stopped.  The clouds parted and the sun returned to warm the landscape.
	Too warm.  In minutes the air was stifling.  Time to abandoned the tree.
	“Let’s go swimming!”  announced Timmy.
	“We didn’t bring our suits.” replied his sister.
	“So?” Timmy said with a shrug and made for the pond shucking his clothes as he went.  Lexie rolled her eyes, but the grin from her uncle lightened her up.  She smiled and chased after her already naked sibling.  By the time Alan got to the pond he didn’t know about the kids were naked and swimming.  The water was sooo clear he could see every nuance of Alexis’ fine-fine body.
	“Coming in?” Alexis asked sheepishly grinning.
	Alan looked around and unhitched his pants.  Could he?
	The kids been skinny-dipping before so it was no big deal to them but never in the company of their uncle.  Alan felt a little self-conscious as he began to 
undress.  But and Lexie splashed about and then dived revealing that ass Alan so wanted to fondle.  Timmy laid out on his back fully exposing his boy parts.  Alan kinda sorta wantd to play with him, too.
	Slipping his pants off Alan stood at the edge of the quarry pond.  There was a strange eeriness creeping about but overshadowed by his secret desires.
	Lexie came up bobbing nakedly in the water, 
	“You’re not going to skinny-dip?” she asked.
	Alan blew out his breath—his cock was HARD.  What would she say?  Would it freak her out?  He wanted her soooo badly he couldn’t stand it.  The water was refreshing and the invite was there.  He gave it one more thought that like ripping a band-aid off shucked his powder blue shorts and jumped in.
	 Lexie and her brother splashed about and Alan found he could hold his breath and hold himself under water staring freely at the kids’ rawness.  How he managed to keep himself from grabbing Lexie he didn’t know.

 	Then in a bold move, Alexie came up behind her Uncle and pushed her self up onto his back and then shoulders.  Alan was startled but managed to keep from drowning by finding a foothold of the concave waterlogged pit.  His hands clutched the girl’s legs and his cock could have dug out another hundred feet of mine.   Alexie giggled (and possibly peed) as she wiggled on her Uncle’s shoulders—her young cunny right against the back of his neck!  How she wanted him to turn around—his head.
	Timmy, swimming near to them came to rest a moment on his backside exposing his full nakedness.  His little three-inch long dick right there for all to see.  	“Better hope some seagull don’t take that for a worm!” chortled Alan.
	Timmy rolled over and dived under the water.  Playfully and did Alan dump Alexie and swim about knowing that both kids, especially Alexie, could see his mighty erection.  He wanted her to see it.
	And she did.
	Playfully, and daringly, Alan waggled his cock.  It was bold move; one that frightened him.  What would she do?  How would she handle it?  It was just being playful—but the repercussions could be detrimental.
	The girl bobbed to the surface beaming a wide smile.  All was well.  She was grinning, blushing, and a good egg.  They treaded water for a bit longer then headed for the shore.  After resting and letting the sun dry them, Timmy bounded up and went exploring leaving his Uncle and sister—alone.
	“Finally!” blurted Alexie.  “Thought he’d never leave!” typical pesky little brother.  “He’s always off exploring, wondered what took him so long.” The girl bitched and snuggled up shoulder to shoulder with her favorite (and still only) uncle.
	Then she said,
	“I liked what I saw.” Which threw Alan until he realized what she was talking about.  His cock—his cock he had waggled at her.  Alan breathing began to increase—along with his sordid thoughts.
	“You did, did ya? He had a quivering smile that prompted him to cock one leg up and the other down.  The “down” leg fully then was exposing his manhood.
	Lexie eye the one-eyed monster; her mouth fell open and she was all a-gush.
	“Wow.” she exclaimed.  “I’ve never seen one THAT big before!”
	Of course, Alan was now full immersed in his twisted thoughts.
	“Can I touch it?” Alexie asked sheepishly and innocently.
	Alan thought he would pass out.  He thought he would die when the sometimes timid girl who preferred to sit at her computer rather than be outside “touched” his dick.  With her fingers about his prong she worked the manly shaft until Alan couldn’t hold back and moved into position—that is to say moved Alexie down and in between her legs.
	Then, just as he was making dutiful progress of inserting his manhood,
	“Hey,” said Timmy, “there’s some sort of building over here.” 
	Alexie made a face, Alan shook his head—he wasn’t “in position” between Alexie’s legs and wasn’t entering her.  His thoughts were impressively compelling.  The girl HAD though “touched” his dick and had masturbated it—slowly.  When pesky brother popped up and shouted about the building, Alan brought his cocked down leg up trying to shield it from what illicit activity he and Alexie had been doing.
	“And why do we care about a building?” Alexie asked but didn’t shout.
	And as if in answer a huge crack of thunder shook the ground and the very souls of Alan and his niece.  The storm clouds that had abated earlier had returned and were seemingly a little more pissed off than before, too.
	“Maybe we should go check out the building.” Alan said semi sarcastically.
	Alexie smiled and the two held hands making their way around the huge quarry pond.  Thunder began to be heard somewhat shaking the ground and the very air about them.  Alexie wasn’t frightened—she was with her Uncle, but she was concerned.  She didn’t like thunderstorms.  
	The building appeared to be an old maintenance shed for the former mining company.  It was musty but would provide suitable shelter for the pending storm. Timmy was all about exploring, nakedly.  Alexie was all grins getting caught “now and then” eyeing Alan’s very erect cock.
	Alexie was tomboyish but quite pretty; with long blonde hair tied in 
a braid.  The girl’s eyes of blue were mystical; and coupled with her smile and “innocence” made her quite special to Alan.  Her slender frame and beginner’s tits that were just beginning to become something also added to her allure.
	A crack of horrendous thunder jolted them all.  Timmy stopped his exploring and made a “afraid of the dark” dash to Alan’s side.
	“That was close.” Alexie said.
	“Too close.” Alan added.
	A cot in the shed made for a perfect place to sit and wait out the storm.
	Part of the shed was living quarters for the mining crew; there was a full bathroom and a small kitchen.  It was cozy; it needed a little sprucing up but then again it had been abandoned for a few years.
	Laying back with his shoulders against the building structure, Alan blatantly exposed himself fully—and waggled his cock (again.)  waggle-waggle-waggle!  Alexie giggled while Timmy stared at the enormity of his Uncle’s schlong.  Then he looked to his own dick.
	“Will mine get like yours, Uncle Alan?” he asked.
	“Eventually.” Alan assured him.  Already the boy was about an inch more than most boys at his age.  So there was promise.
	“He plays with it all the time!” Alexie ratted him out.
	“DO NOT!” shouted an embarrassed Timmy.
	“Cool it!” bitched their Uncle.  And kind of out of character but feeling that he could pretty much get away with just about anything with the kids he rolled quickly positioning himself off the cot and onto his knees; then with his face between his niece’s legs and blew raspberry directly onto her bare bald pussy.
	Reaching into her sex with his tongue he got the girl to squeal and wiggle.
	She liked.
	Timmy watched with some interest methodically stroking his 3-inch cock that had grown a bit more with interest.  The boy was mildly aware of some sexual business from his “in-the-know” friends—especially those who had willing sisters and cousins.
	After getting the girl to almost pee,
	“Would you like to try?” Alan asked of his young nephew.
	The boy was all to eager to do so.  Quickly and did young Timmy position himself on his knees with his face between his sister’s legs.  He wasn’t a pro at cunnilingus—he licked out his sister’s pussy like a dog.  Alan’s mind slipped into a kind of hazy fog as he himself was positioned directly behind the young boy licking out his sister’s cunt—he’s cock right about the boy’s not-so-lily-white ass.
	Taking a daring move, Alan began rubbing his cock up and down Timmy’s and to make sure the boy knew what was going on—he poked Timmy’s hole, too.  Timmy kept vigil on licking and lapping his sister’s sex but surprised his Uncle by reaching back and pulling a cheek open!
	It was an invite.
	Although Alan wanted firstly to sinking his prong into Lexie; pussy, mouth, and/or asshole he was not opposed to doing so her pesky little brother.  No, not at all opposed.  So he did.  And another surprise greeted him—Timmy was not a virgin!  This only enthralled his Uncle.  Lexie giggled (and peed!)  The thunderstorm raging outside did little to frighten or stop the trio inside.
	It wasn’t full anal penetration but close counts.  Dr. Alan Grandiose shuddered as just about half his magnificent fuck stick entered the boy’s supposed-to-virgin asshole.  With his hands clamped tightly on the boy’s boyish cheeks there was sodomy afoot!  Lexie wriggled all about as her young brother tongued her and grew more expertly as he did so.  With his tongue flicking her clit rapidly there were waves and waves of sensation to washing over her like never before.  The young girl gasped and felt her heart pounding in her hard in her chest.  Never before had she felt anything like that before!  It was fantastic!
	Timmy’s tongue didn’t have good staying power and he pulled back.  He was all kinds of giddy, though; and stood up playing with his aching cock.  He stood up right at Alan’s side whereas his little rascal was right there—right there!
	In a shocking move—to Alan more than the kids, Alan partook of the 3 ½ incher and sucked it.  Balls and all!  He sucked the life out of it!  The misdeed made his cock all the harder and the swelling of such gave him concern about his next move.  There was no way he was leaving the shed without sending his pud into Lexie’s cunt.
	Alan was ready to blow his load; right after pulling out of Timmy’s hole his cock was spurting spunk already.  He wanted to fuck the boy—hard!  He wanted his cock to rub all over the boy’s balls, his cock, his face, his face, his face, and ass.  Sucking the boy’s wares was alright, too.
	“Have you sucked him?” Alan asked of his niece.
	Lexie blushed but nodded.
	“Show me.”
	Lexie sat up; she had been fingering herself all the while Alan was sucking her brother—it turned her on.  Now she sucked her brother—like she often did but he didn’t lick her out in turn.  The two had just begun their “touchy-feely” aspect of their relationship.  Occasionally they showered together although their parents had told them to stop.
	After a few bobs of her pretty head up and down her brother’s shaft the usually timid girl took holt of Alan’s schlong and worked it—worked it—worked it.  Alan clutched his balls and squeezed his cock at the base conveying to the girl ‘get after it!’ of which she got the unsaid message and did so.
	Alan thought he would melt.  ‘sweet sorry sonofabitch!’ the girl had talent!
	Merely sucking with her tongue rolling about the super sensitive crown; then down the shaft whereas she amazingly almost sucked the whole thang!  Then, after a few bobs up and down,
	“Can I try?” Timmy asked.
	Alan was not opposed and after Alexie pulled away he wagged his willing cock before the willing boy and was sucked.  Although Timmy wasn’t sucking on his sister he WAS sucking on their cousin, Billy.  Billy was a year older than Timmy and they hung out a lot—too much maybe.  The boys often snuck out at night to skinny dip in the cousin’s pool; they also engaged in immoral practices of giving each other blowjobs AND butt fucking.  Just something that cousins did.
	Timmy drooled his warm mouth juices all around his Uncle’s cock as the cock in his mouth grew hotter and swelled inside within.  Alan began to thrust furiously with the stirrings of cumming not for away.  He wanted to save impaling juices for Alexie but oh well.  Timmy’s eyes popped and his nostrils flared as gobs and gobs (and gobs) of his Uncle’s juices filled his mouth.
	“Ewewewe!” spew! The boy blurted as he pulled back and spat out the goo in his mouth.  “His cock spit in me!” he said kind of disgusted.  Alexie giggled and put her mouth over the spurting cock (as it was offered to her.)
	She made a face, also.
	After Timmy and his sister had gotten over the distaste of their Uncle’s cock spit Alan returned to licking out his niece’s cunt—prepping her in essence.  His fingers worked her young cunny into a tither and he realized that his cock would be too much for her.  But undaunted he hoped that maybe her brother breaking her in would help.  Timmy was all too willing.  And while he fucked his sister for the first time, Alan swatted the boy’s humping ass, grabbed his hairless nads between his legs, and lay beside the pair cooing to Alexie and biding his time.
	Lexie didn’t even cry out when her virginity became no more.  And there wasn’t even hardly any blood to prove it!  Alan used his handkerchief to clean the girl’s cunny and her brother’s tool.  Then, it was back to business of cunnilingus to drive the girl further into wildness.  Lexie cried out as minutes later she did so infacto experience her first orgasm.  It was a wild ride of which was far from over.  Just as the girl’s heaving began to settle and the glazed look on her face lapsing, Alan positioned himself between her legs gliding into her sex his cock.
	The excellent mouthlove her Uncle had given her had put the girl into wonderlust—so much so that she scarcely realized what else he was doing.  The twelve year old geek girl cocked her head and was in total amazement—she would never-ever-ever be the same again.  Never-ever.
	Nor would Alan for that matter.
	Looking at the young girl’s angelic face enlightened the man.  He had been a naughty man before with other girls but there was something about Alexie that made him feel different.  Sure she was his niece and that counted for something.  But there was something more.
	Reaching out and Alan playfully tousled Timmy’s brown hair.  The boy’s face was so young, sweet, and innocent looking; hard to believe he was having intimate relations with his sister—not to mention his cousin.  After the bodacious twat fucking of the young boy’s sister, Timmy eagerly moved up and took a second turn.  Alan repositioned himself behind the boy and after a couple of minutes recuperating kissed the boy’s asshole with his refreshed cock.
	Alan was definitely being over stimulated with his cock buried deep into the handsome nine year-old’s steaming hot funk hole.  The boy squirmed and shook as he power fucked his sister; he wasn’t a cummer, not yet, but he was obviously feeling the sensations of one such.  Timmy’s  eyes glazed over as chills went seething over his young nakedness.  An explosion of orgasms shuddered him over and over—it was quite a unique feeling.  One that he wanted to experience over and over again.
	Alexie was cumming, too; she began to shriek as the experience was unique to her, also.  Waves of extreme pleasure rippled through her young lithe body as Alan screwed her brother’s ass relentlessly.
	Alan shook as the detonation building in his loins suddenly exploded virtually blasting him out of the young girl’s pussy.  Pulling his cock out as the last blast bursted forth the man’s eyes fluttered and he felt utter release like never before.  He had fucked her brother’s ass and cum significantly therein; a brief respite and then he was back to licking out the girl’s cunt until she was squealing with delight AND cumming!  Alan didn’t think he had much left in him but he was willing to give it a shot.
	A gracious quantity splatted all over the girl’s cunny—as well as within.
	Timmy sat nakedly in awe watching as strands of man cum squirted out of his Uncle’s dick.  “Wow!” he said in a whisper.
	Definitely would not be the same again for any of them.
	But it wasn’t quite over.
	After the storm once more blew over Alan thought it best to make for the jeep and abandon hopes of finding something interesting in his field.  When the three emerged outside—
	“Hey,” said Timmy, “a-are those mounds—moving?”
	It wasn’t possible but the mud mounds surrounding the water filled mining pit were moving!
	And just as Alan blurted “What the fu—” the ground beneath them opened up and swallowed them whole.  Oh!