August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 15
And the Saga Continues
Vignettes III

Something icky this way cums
	Got EMAD?
	Sam Bananana was a single man with three precious little girls; the youngest was five, the oldest twelve.  Life in the Bananana went on despite the tragic absence of the girls’ mother.  Sam was raising the girls as best he could and doing fairly well—there were embarrassing moments but being a “dad” he (and the girls) made it thru those times.  He was a “hip” dad, in his early thirties, worked at a television station as a sports reporter.
	As it happened, to keep embarrassing information from being leaked out to the public, a semi-pro athlete gave Sam a device—a Device.  Sam kept the “device” hidden and unused for days—weeks—months.  It was illegal to have such a thing, it was illicit to use, it had the capability to overwhelm (him).  It was dangerous as all get out.
	Then, one evening, it just happened.
	While giving five year old Mary Lynn a bath he discovered that he had a boner.  It had been a hell of a day; at the studio there had been a whole herd of students that got Sam in a serious want—elementary school children.  Girls in short dresses, short skirts, short pants.  Girls with flat chests, firm fannies, sweet angelic faces with matching smiles.  Red headed girls, long blond haired girls, blue eyed girls, green eyed girls, girls Sam thought of being naked-naked-naked.
	And having girls of his own his imagination was no stretch.
	Donna Jo was his oldest girl and she occasionally was seen (by her daddy) occasionally naked; mostly in her undies.  She was a little bashful at twelve but was ok with her daddy and ok with being seen in her undies.  Stacie, at seven years young, was not too bashful and having her daddy see her naked was “no big deal.”
	Back to the bath.
	The images of all those school girls filled Sam’s mind.  He thought of giving THEM baths!  The girls were from seven years young to as old as nine.  Several of those girls he desperately wanted to give a bath to.  Of course, older girls would have been super fine, also—teenage girls, girls Donna Jo’s age, thirteen year old girls, cheerleader girls from the local high school he did a lot of sports broadcasts and interviews from.
	During the time the EMAD had been in his possession the operation of the Device had been discovered.  Not mastered but close counts.  He knew how to use it and that was all that mattered.  But using the Device against his daughter?  His youngest daughter?  Wow—what kind of father was he?
	He knew from news reports around the world that an Electronic Mind Altering Device was dangerous on so many levels—one was that use of said Device not only overwhelmed the Subject but the User as well.  Be that as it may and so be it and with that in mind—Sam Banannana crossed the morality line, destroyed the illicit gorge, and jumped over the fatherly decency canyon.
	Using the EMAD, Sam swayed his naked five year old firstly “handle” his serious hard erect cock.  The pleasure from such act was marvelous.  For a moment while the little dark haired girl squeezed her fingers about his tool he was in oblivion.  Closing his eyes he brought to mind the pretty red head girl; she was all of about seven or so.  Such a sweet smile, those eyes!  She had a flat chest but a nice-nice butt.  Sam thought of nothing more than to have his face between her butt cheeks and tonguing out her a-hole.
	Back to the bath—
	After much squeezing there was face humping.
	After face humping there was laying the naked child out on the bathroom floor and—and—positioning himself between her opened legs.  The little girl was mindless (which was good) and her daddy horny—also good/also bad.  He wasn’t going to penetrate her—she was too small for that.  But, he did place his daddy dong against her cunny and “got after it.”
	A massive squirt of cum splattered two minutes later.  A great glob of spew splashed up the child’s body and thoroughly coated her innocent poon.  Sam had no remorse.  He humped and grinded and realized suddenly that he had a twelve year old he could do!  Oh!
	After cleaning Mary Lynn up, hugging her, squeezing her ass and then—then standing up and getting her to SUCK him he did make way to Donna Jo’s room.  The girl had her own room being the oldest while Stacie and Mary Lynn shared a room.
	“Need help?” Sam asked of his daughter as she sat at her desk doing her homework.
	“Some.” she replied.  Math.
	As Sam knelt beside his first born; she smelled wonderful!  Long sleek dark hair, soft skin, soft eyes, and at age ten she had begun to sprout mounds.  At age eleven those mounds got a little more delectable and there was “hair” on her poon, too.
	As the two struggled with beginning algebra, horny Sam struggled with the Device finally manipulating his daughter’s young impressionable mind.
	Standing her up, Sam held his breath as he made his move—taking down his daughter’s pants.  Colorful print britches revealing her orange colored panties.  To say he was nervous would be an understatement.  But there was no worries—the EMAD was working well, all indicators indicated all was well so the Father of the Year (the previous year) continued—by lowering his daughter’s orange colored panties.
	He let out his breath.
	If she were “aware” she would be having a fit by now.
	She wasn’t—so he continued continuing—by standing up and pushing down his own pants and underwear.  His cock was HUGE; steaming, dripping, and aching.  Aching to be touched, sucked, and fucked.  His eyes fluttered and he shuddered in place.  Just a light coating on the tip of his dick; he placed it against her baby fat cheeks; brushing it against her lips came nextly.	
	His mind was in a fog.
	In the bathroom he had done the unthinkable—
	In the bedroom he was contemplating even more.  In the bathroom (with Mary Lynn) he had rubbed and humped spilling his spew all over her young cunny and face.  In the bedroom with Donna Jo he was contemplating much more.  With gentle pressure he pushed into her mouth.  He was fairly certain that she had not sucked a guy’s cock yet.  Yet.  The ache in him consumed him; his balls surged and he trembled in a shuddering shudder as inch by inch his cock entered his sweet daughter’s mouth.
	Sperm jutted out of the piss slit and there was just no stopping it.  The milky substance oozed out the corners of her mouth and she didn’t make a face or pull out—the Device was working magnificently!  Sam began to hump her mouth and albeit an axe wielding hockey mask wearing seven foot creep should come barging in on them—he was going for it.  That meant off came the long tee-shirt with a friendly pink bear blazoned on the front and the “beginner’s” bra.  Sam was already getting off cumming in his daughter’s mouth—more was to cum…
	Nextly, Sam dropped to his knees to gawk and be in awe at his daughter’s pussy.  His daughter’s bare naked barely hair covered pussy he hadn’t seen in years.  He had seen glimpses of her naked recently as she matured and grew modest but nothing like full frontal.
	With his hands on her bare hips he took all the time in the world—necessary for his cock to restiffen and his courage to regain itself.  That was a nice pussy.  An ache like he couldn’t believe overwhelmed him—like in the bathroom with Mary Lynn.  What had he done!  What was he thinking and/or contemplating with Donna Jo!?  Oh!  He couldn’t!  He shouldn’t!  His entire body shook then shuddered.  Desires’ winds brushed over him—to FUCK her was what he wanted.  Be damned what he couldn’t and shouldn’t do.  Be damned him!
	Laying his child out on her bed he marveled at her; her full nakedness.  She was strikingly like her mother—when her mother was twelve.  She was very pretty in a subtle kind of way.  Innocent, too.  So was Mary Lynn.  In the bathroom he had shamelessly coated her pussy, chest, and angelic face with his jiz.  And shamelessly again he did likewise with Donna Jo.  An ungodly amount of cum splattered onto the girl’s well licked out poon—Sam licked and licked, lapped and lapped until that moment arrived whereas he was going to cum where he worked his favorite organ or not.
	Furiously hammering his schlong the ungodly amount of spunk spewed forth thoroughly-thoroughly coating his daughter’s baldish poon.  The release was fantastic.  He melted.  He shuddered.  He came.  Then, he smeared his spunk all over Donna Jo’s cunt (using his cock to do the smearing) before poking and gouging.  When he met the intact hymen he stopped.  A lingering moral fiber?
	It came down to that he could not fuck his daughter no matter how much he ached to do so.  Maybe when she was a little older, thirteen or so.  If he could wait that long.  That was a big if.  There was, however, an alternative.

	Betty Sue Romain was the “alternative.”  Specifically, her thirteen year old daughter, Sophia.  Ever since Betty Sue and her daughter moved into the townhouse next door Sam Bananana had wanted to introduce himself—sexually speaking.  Sophia was just at the age cut off for Sam—he preferred girls younger and lots younger.
	Seeing Sophia in her hot neon yellow/green two-piece swim suit put Sam in a serious ache.  And armed with the mind altering device that “ache” could be satisfied.  He doubted the girl was a virgin—but then again, she might!  She had such a hot body!  
	And right at the poolside did Sam’s “ache” get satisfied.  Betty Sue was laid out lounging on a lounge floating in the pool while daughter Sophia lounged beside the pool.  It was dicey to mind zap the two of them but the EMAD didn’t let him down.  Sam then did shuck his clothing and eased his “ache” easing into Sophia.  Sam felt cum spurting forth from his cock as he gingerly removed the girl’s bikini bottom.  That pussy was awesome!  It was hairless!  It looked virginal.  Sam licked the pussy, sucked it, and felt more surges of his man juice exploding.  So not wanting to waste it he moved up and almost nervously undid the string of the bikini top and got busy fondling the girl’s breasts.
	Meanwhile, her mother mindlessly floated in the pool behind him.  Her turn would be upcoming.  And speaking of coming—
	Just as soon as Sam’s schlong made headway—he was cumming.

	One huge jut surge nearly sent him to the moon.  The release of his love juice was incredible—never before had he had such a feeling.  It was sensational!  And there was no decrease in pleasure as his cock slid into the teen’s snatch—which was not virginal but snug enough just the same.
	The pumping began and Sam experienced another cum blast.
	Pulling out and he grinded against the girl’s cunt until he had stop.  He moved the girl off the lounger then got seriously busy with a second round of fucking her—legs up along his chest, cock buried DEEP into her hot teenage cunt, her mother floating aimlessly in the pool.  Sam brazenly fucked Sophia until filling her hot twat with all his jiz.  He wanted to go slamming up her ass, too, but held off to deal with her mother.

I cum, therefore, I am
	There were no regrets in his misdoing with next door neighbor hottie, Sophie.  Doing the girl’s mother would have to wait until she was out of the pool; with the woman lounging on the pool lounger in the pool messing with her was a little difficult.  Besides, Sam was a little weary from messing with the woman’s daughter anyways.
	Once home, he showered and contemplated what he had done—and what he could do.  He did realize that the mind altering device in his possession possessed him.  But he was good with that.  It made doing his misdoings a whole lot simpler and easier.  He was good with that. And with his girls—his own, he was bad.
	Back to Mary Lynn and giving her a bath.  Sam did worry that what he was doing would get the become a habit.  He also slightly was curious to wonder if whether or not the EMAD was damaging to the User and/or the Subject.  But, be that as it may, after getting the five year old naked, hugging and kissing her, tickling her, making her pee, and before actually getting her into the tub—
	The mind altering device worked nicely on subduing the youngster and once more he audaciously opened her legs and licked her out—neverminding the pee.  He licked and licked and jammed his tongue into her tiny young recess somehow holding back to ungodly desire that burned deep within him.
	Rubbing his cock against Mary Lynn’s delicate poon helped ease some of his burning desires.  The release of his fluids helped even more.  The deepest burning desire would have to wait a few years…

	And after Mary Lynn’s bath time,
	“Dad, I can take a bath by myself!” so stared seven year old Stacie.  This after Dad Sam approached his middle child proposing that he give her a bath.  Seven was the usual cut off point of parent giving their child a bath.  Usually.  Armed and equipped with a narly minding gadget and…
	Stacie Jolynn wore knee length print britches, form fitting and arousing.  In the bathroom the arousal factor jumped ten-fold.  Always did Sam have lustful thoughts when seeing his girls in their underwear, their panty lines—his mind tripped back to when they were babies and toddlers.  He bathed them, wiped them, and on the sly fingered them.  When putting it to the wife he often thought of doing same unto the girls.
	For almost a minute after lowering Stacie Jolynn’s britches he just sat hunkered down simply staring at the girl in her panties.  His cock ached; after shooting his ejaculate onto Mary Lynn he smeared his spunk all over her darling little cunt.  He was hard pressed to keep himself from penetrating her.  With Stacie Jolynn the desire to penetrate was going to be a toughie to keep at bay.
	Often he hugged his girls; often he patted their delicious little ass doing so either on the sly or not so.  It was a fatherly thing to do and mostly acceptable.  He got away with it more with Mary Lynn and Stacie Jolynn but felt oldest daughter, Donna Jo, was getting annoyed with such ventures as she sometimes squirmed when her Daddy did that.
	  But Daddy liked doing that and with the EMAD’s help he was going to do it a lot more!  With the EMAD’s help he was going to do a hell of a lot more.  With Stacie Jolynn, after his staring at her in her underwear, Daddy Sam tugged the undies down and marveled at her dainty little bald beaver.  More pausing as he just took in the girl’s delight.  What he had done to Mary Lynn he wanted to do to Stacie Jolynn a whole lot more.  More than just merely humping her slit, more than just spilling his seed.  A whole lot more.
	But then again she was seven and not much he could do but hump and spill his seed.  He didn’t want to hurt her or give her anguish—but there was a desire festering within him to do so.  So, to satiate that desire—

A slaking we will go, a slaking we will go; hi-ho and a dare I go—well, you know the rest…
	As far as females go, Joanne Fiasco was one fine looking woman.  Not strikingly, not “model”, not “hubba-hubba” but she was a fine looking woman with short sassy light brown hair.  A form that was enticing with a nice butt, good rack, nice round face and preoccupied with shoving groceries into her SUV.  And the cutest girl he had ever seen (other than his own daughters) helped out from the inside—she was clad in a cowgirl hat, a red sleeveless shirt, and tight fitting jeans with cowboy boots to boot.
	She was way cute and although her mother was cute (and an adult) it was the little girl Sam Bananana wanted.  And equipped with an EMAD it was a done deal.  And done IN the SUV, too!  It was a big SUV with plenty of room and air conditioning.  The little girl was swayed by the EMAD but not 100 percent.
	The mommy was totally like totally swayed.
	For a moment, after swaying mother and daughter, Sam paused looking them both over.  His intent—and interest—was of course Joanna.  She was eight, cute as a bug, and despite her young age—fuckable.  Sam’s cock ached for her, he yearned to hump his schlong all over her face, chest, ass, and especially pussy.
	But first!
	Consequences be damned!  Sam eased off Joanne’s clothing one piece at a time—like he had done many times with his kinky wife.  She was “anal” but the wrong kind of anal for Sam; but she was also kinky enough to satisfy his lust.  Joanne surprised him with a tattoo of a colorful butterfly on her left breast.  It was the only tat but it was enough—to entice Sam and find the young adult woman sexually more arousing than first thought.  He still wanted deeply to do outrageous sexual deviant things to her young daughter—but first!
	Limited foreplay; there wasn’t time.  Sam was mostly naked, Joanne was totally naked.  He fingered her pussy to get it primed, mawed her breasts, then began grinding his cock against her womanly pussy.  It had been a little while since last he had sunk his cock into some sweet giving pleasure pussy.  It was time that he got properly laid.
	Joanne surprised him again with having a deliciously tight pussy.  Sam’s meaty schlong entered the woman’s sex finding the pathway nice and snug.  Her nipples stiffened grinding against his smooth hairless chest.  And although her mind was compromised and her eyes glazed over she was well aware of getting fucked.  Sam eased fully into her body then began pumping—slowly.
	After a few pumps he was into it.  So was Joanne.
	As the fucking commenced—Sam caressed little Joanna’s legs increasing his desire.  The tempo increased and the woman moaned beneath him.  Her arms and legs began to move about; the cool conditioned air from the a/c vent cooled Sam’s ass and balls; he shoved his meat stick fully into the woman feeling a surge of very satisfying release.
	Fucking in a SUV was a little difficult but it was a done deal.  And when that deal was done, Sam moved on to the little girl.  There was still enough umph to mess with her—determination and desire still high within him.
	Cowboy pants, shirt, boots, and hat; little Joanna was the epitome of a western cowgirl.  She had the smile, braided hair, the face and general overall appearance of a girl associating with cows, horses, pigs, goats, etc.  And with her tight cowboy jeans down there were cowgirl caricatures on her off-pink panties.  Sam went down and pulled the girl’s cowgirl panties down with his teeth!  And although his cock had just exploded in the girl’s mom, there was a resurgence in stiffness.  The desire was still high, mighty high.  There had been little in foreplay with Joanne but there was a significant amount of such with Joanna.
	Licking Donna Jo’s pussy—fantastic!  Licking out Stacie Jolynn’s pussy—fantastic!  Noshing on Mary Lynn’s pussy?  Words couldn’t describe save for—fantastic!  Eating out eight year old Joanna’s hairless poon?  Yeah, fantastic.  
	His tongue got a good work out and worked his cock up into a serious frazzle.  But he held off; after licking and licking, shoving his tongue into the girl’s young snatch he engulfed the entire poon and sucked it!  His wife had loved it when he did that.  He also inserted (into his wife’s cunt) an ice cube now and then and then after insertion—sucked it back out.
	With Joanna, after sucking her pussy into his mouth he moved up to suckle her little bitty breasts.  He also began fingering her pussy which enthralled him to no end.  His cock was in severe ache—in severe need to fuck.  Covering her little mouth with his own increased his want—wonton desire to fuck and soon his cock was grinding HARD against her exquisite little poon.
	Grinding (against pussy) was one thing; getting it (dick) in was something else altogether.  The little girl made a cry, though, as Sam’s cock penetrated her (and destroyed) her virginal wall.  Determination kept Sam going despite the girl’s apparent awareness and anguish.  He went in part way, pulled out and humped her slit until it was necessary to re-enter.  Again and again the process of the deed was repeated until the surge of liquid gooey love spilled forth filling Joanna’s cunt to the maximum capacity.  When done, Sam was exhausted.  He used the little girl’s panties to clean off his cock and her pussy—then he re-kissed the girl driving his wicked tongue into her mouth grinding his aching cock against her thigh.

Thru the ages
	While having his way (again) with daughter Donna Jo, Sam Bananana couldn’t help but reminisce about Joanne and Joanna—mostly Joanna.  It was almost magical—his cock schlepping its way into the pretty eight year old cowgirl.  His misdoing put him in a euphoric fog as he pumped the girl.  His hands danced all over her sweet little body, cupping her ass and working his bone into her further and further until his eyelids fluttered.
	But it was a little better with Donna Jo; in her room in the late evening the Father of the Year swayed his young child; sliding her clothing off one article at a time.  The girl was dazed, her daddy amazed.  He couldn’t wait to see her mature into a sweet teenager.  Her baby face thrilled him, her total nakedness did something for him, too.  She was way cute, heavy bangs, that baby cheek face, trim body, a light coating of poon pie coverage, and a nice-nice ass.
	With her pajama top off, Sam settled his eyes on her equally nice breasts.  They were mere mounds but he enjoyed them, fondled them, then tweaked the nipples until they were hard.  Donna Jo stared blankly thru him never none the wiser.
	Which was good ‘cause Daddy of the Year went on to lower her panties, squeeze her ass, dig into the crack, finger the hole, then proceed to ease her onto her bed whereas he took her in and then some.  Shedding his clothes he stood at her bedside stroking his cock harboring incredible thoughts.
	Then, like with Joanna, he went down on the girl devouring her sweet young pussy.  It was fresh and clean—she had just taken a bath.  The hour was not late, the room bathed in natural light, a night light, and a fish tank light.
	Spunk began to seep at Sam’s piss slit opening—so not wanting to waste it he crawled onto his child and began dragging his cock up and down her sex.  This only intensified his urge.  And satisfying that urge?  Well, there was only one true way.  Donna Jo continued to stare blankly.  Sam continued to satiate each and every “urge” he had developed since acquiring the illegal mind altering device.

Simple joy (at others expense)
	He knew it was heinous, reprehensible, disgusting, illegal, immoral, and vile; regardless, Sam Bananana continued on with his pursuit of simple joy.  Some of that joy came simply from his own children, Donna Jo, Stacie Jolynn, and Mary Lynn.  Each girl gave him different pleasure.  With Donna Jo he found knew pleasure in spanking her—while she was naked laying out on her bed face down, naked Sam spanked her bare pillowy ass.  Not hard or with a belt; just enough to give the lily white cheeks some color.
	Then, with Stacie Jolynn it was all about hugging her—while both were naked, deep vaginal kissing, then with a lot of lubrication on his daddy schlong and a dab on her virginal asshole—good ole fashioned sodomy.  Not all the way in but close counts.  Sometimes with the girl on her back and her legs pushed back; sometimes on her hands and knees with her little sister laying beside them also naked with her legs spread. The visual was fantastic and helped with the deed he was misdoing.
	With Mary Lynn it was in the bathroom and on the floor.  There his cock did hump her littler slit until thoroughly coating it with his love.  Then he would straddle her chest and squirt even more onto her sweet angelic face, get into her mouth and empty even more there; plus have her suck his balls!  What a guy!
	Enthused with the goings on with his family and driven by the EMAD, Sam sought other young girls in his neighborhood.  He knew some girls who were friends of his girls—and he sought them quickly as the frenzy of his loins erupted into an unquenchable thirst.
	Little Morgan Slapp was the unfortunate thirst quencher.  She was a friend of Mary Lynn and a year older—but only by a few months.  Long-long silky brown hair, a long narrow face, lean trim body, tight jeans, delicious smile and laugh, and a long list that followed making her a Target worthy of Sam’s desires.
	It was a play date that brought little Morgan over to the Bananana house, and she brought along another playmate, Meagan.  Cant tell you how ecstatic Sam was about that.  He smiled and got hard at the same time.  He also had an inkling to pork Morgan’s mother but she left before anything could be done to her.  No matter, he would make it up by doing something to her daughter…
	As it happened, little Morgan farted.  Just moments after the three girls got to playing in the family—frrrrrppppp!  Of course Meagan and Mary Lynn were in giggles—it was a good ripper.  Morgan was horrified.  Sam missed it as he was fetching drinks for the girls allowing them to play and be themselves before he got involved.  When he arrived bringing the drinks and snacks and saw how devastated Morgan was—and petrified, he was quickly informed that, “Morgan farted!” to little kids, a butt blast is a riot.
	Morgan was embarrassed and also concerned that the fart might have been more.  Sam escorted the terrified girl to the hall bathroom for her to “check” herself.  The Bananana house was a sort of San Francisco style townhouse, tall and narrow.  Old style cherry wood, homey, warm, comfortable.  Just before the door closed and Sam made good his narly intent with mind warping.
	Success!
	After a quick sigh he dashed into the bathroom, closed the door, gouged the heel of his hand to his burgeoning cock, then knelt down before the stunned eight year old.  After a moment of serious looking her over he undone her pants and pushed them down.  Morgan remained steadfastly still with her mouth open just slightly.  She wore yellow panties with colorful ducks all over them some wearing hats or flowers.	
	Holding his breath he lowered the girl’s panties.
	His cock screamed for attention.
	A sweet naked bald muff greeted him.
	There were no “stains” in the undies; Sam did a quick finger feel for anything “more” than what she thought she might have finding nothing more than butt blast residue.  Sam then stood quickly up and unzipped his slacks whipping out his throbbing hard-on pressing it right up against the child’s face.
	‘suck me!’ it wasn’t a command via the EMAD but a wishful desire via his overexcited mind.  The little girl didn’t oblige him so he helped himself—which was alright.  He entered into her mouth and moved her head back and forth reeling in his despicable deed with reverence.  Sperm soon was shooting out filling her mouth.  Pulling out he smeared his spunk onto her face then pressed hard his cock against her face getting his ball sac into her mouth also.
	Then, as he had done unto his little one, Mary Lynn, positioned Morgan on the floor working her pants and panties off.  There was strong intent to fuck her.  And just as he was mounting and grinding his manhood against her sex—
	KNOCK!  KNOCK!  KNOCK! And—
	“Are you ok in there?” asked Mary Lynn out of concern.
	“We’re fine,” Sam said slightly annoyed, ‘go away.’
	The fire he had for Morgan had somehow quickly died out.  The desire was still strong but there were “loose ends” he needed to nip before carrying on carrying on.  With a washcloth he wiped Morgan’s face clean, then like doing a baby lifted her legs and checked her were she pooted.
	All was well.
	For a long moment he sat on his knees staring at the naked little girl.  He had been seconds away from raping her.  Seconds.  Had it not been for Mary Lynn, Morgan would not be a virgin when she went home.  She would be sore.  Her young pussy would be sore and probably bothersome.  Her young pussy would be sore and bothersome and she would probably tell her big sister who would tell her mother and—
	An unwanted investigation would come about.
	Sam would like to think he could probably blow thru any investigation but then again—he would probably show signs of nervousness and more unwanted investigating would commence.  There could be no good turn of events thereafter.  So, probably a good thing he was interrupted.  It came to pass that if he were to satiate his unnatural desire(s) for a young-young girl it would have to be one he did not know—like with Joanna.
	Back in the family room the girls one-two-three played, had snacks, and went on without further mishap.  Sam kept out of sight but contemplated much.  And after much contemplating and pondering he simply could not stand it and decided to see if the wondrous mind altering device could effectively affect multiples.
	It did!
	It was green lights across the command screen and Sam B was a happy-happy guy.  Very happy.  To ensure, though, the girls one-two-three were effectively affected—he made a loud boisterous raspberry (fart) sound.  No one giggled, no one shrieked, no one farted.
	Waving his hand before their faces, more fart sounds, cupping their little asses, all resulted in the insurance Sam required.  Fingering them between their legs, brushing his cock against their faces, pushing the head of his saucy schlong into their mouths—also assured Sam that the girls were mindless and his to enjoy as he saw fit.
	And getting them naked was his joy.
	He took his time but was in severe ache in doing so.  Even seeing them topless was a pleasure for Sam.  He caressed their bare flat chests and couldn’t wait to straddle them, hump, and squirt his liquid love onto their sweet faces.
	Taking their pants off was another joy—seeing the girls in their panties just thrilled him beyond belief.  He would have loved to hear Morgan fart.  Occasionally his own girls let one rip and it was a bust up of course—an embarrassment for the one ripping the blast o’ butt but a bust up for those hearing it.
	Again, Morgan was rendered naked and again Sam positioned himself between the girl’s legs.  This time, he himself was also naked.  Might as well.  His cock was steaming and aching—aching—aching to get into the girl’s sweet cunt.  But the “evidence” of defilement kept him from doing so.  Older girls were a little easier to violate—he kept that in mind as he grinded hard his schlong against Morgan squirting a massive pent up load that shot up along her belly and chest even striking her chin and mouth!
	He knew there was unknown pleasure if he could get into the girl’s quim.
	For the moment, though, he held off and just enjoyed the simple pleasures of humping against the skin.  And straddling the girl’s chest pressing the head of his meat stick against her lips.  With Meagan, pretty much the same.  With Meagan, though, he spanked her and marveled at how much the EMAD had a control over the girl’s mind.  Fingering her pussy and then driving his finger into her asshole also flummoxed Sam—there was just no awareness whatsoever.
	It alluded to the fact that maybe—just maybe he COULD fuck the girls.
	Pussy?  Asshole?  Both?
	Although one part of him—the reprehensible side of him said ‘DO IT!’ the sensible MORAL part of him said NO he probably could not get fully away with it.  And fear of being somebody’s “BITCH” in prison kept him from doing so.
	Regardless, he humped Meagan’s pussy HARD and gouged the head of his cock into her.  And he was just about to gouge his way into her asshole when—
	“DAD!  We’re home!” came announcing the interrupting voice of his daughter, Donna Jo.  And the “we’re” referred to her accompaniment of her best friend, Kimmie Zippler and youngest daughter, Mary Lynn.  And there in the family room off from the living room was Sam—naked with three naked little girls.  Oh!
	Grabbing the handy-dandy EMAD he raced to the closed door before it opened trying to get a lock on the intruders but in his panic he was unable to figure out how to make the operation.  And the door whisked open,
	“Maybe he’s in here.” said Donna Jo.
	Kimmie and Mary Lynn were in a conversation.  Optimum word there “were.”  The door opened and there was Sam B—stark naked with a raging hard-on.
	“Holy shit!” blurted Kimmie.
	Donna Jo and Mary Lynn were speechless.
	Luckily, little girls one-two-three were on the floor hidden by furniture and therefore unseen.
	“What the fuck, Dad!?” almost shouted Donna Jo.
	“I-I was busy!” was all Sam could blurt out.
	“No shit.” said Kimmie who sometimes—most times—annoyed Sam to no end.  She was tall, geeky, slender, and had flaming red hair.  She was a huge annoyance to Sam who had been Donna Jo’s best friend since kindergarten.  Up until that point in the threshold of the doorway—Sam had never thought of Kimmie in a sexual nature.
	All three girls stared and stared and stared at Sam’s nakedness—specifically his 7-incher.
	“Son-of-a-bitch,” said Kimmie, “I never knew they got THAT big!” she was a quirky girl—mouthy, not shy about speaking her mind, kind of more street wise than DJ, and Sam suddenly wanted to fuck her brains out.
	All Sam could do, though, at the moment, was stand there breathing hard.
	Donna Jo got her wits and pulled Kimmie away making for the kitchen.  She had to come back and grab little sister Mary Lynn whose eyes just feasted on her daddy’s enormous cock.
	Sam didn’t know how he was going to get thru this one.  Explaining things to his girls had always been difficult; the passing of their mother, world economics and how that factored in their dismal allowances, why we fart, is Kimmie Zippler’s mind a fact or fiction.  Explaining why he was naked in the family room, sweating, and with a huge erection would be a toughie.
	Or would it?
	After calming down some, and dressing, he found the stunned trio in the kitchen still stunned and greatly wowed.  All eyes fell on him—and then down to his crotch upon his entrance.
	“Uh, let me try to explain,” he said.  Sam was a dashing man, tall, dark hair, professional, kind of geeky and dorky.  And also a pervert in high class.
	“There’s no need, Mr. B,” sparked a happy-go-lucky Kimmie, “we know what you were doing.  It’s cool.”
	Sam was speechless.  This wasn’t working.  Little Mary Lynn couldn’t keep her mouth shut—or her beautiful blue eyes off his crotch.
	Donna Jo just shook her head as she sat at the round kitchen table, “I don’t want to know.” To wit Kimmie turned to her and said,
	“Well, it’s quite simple, Deej, when a guy has a case of the hornies he—”
	“Kimmie!” shouted Sam silencing her “explanation”.
	A brief conversation went on about “men’s needs”, truths about masturbation, and other embarrassing topics not typically associated with mixed company and/or mixed ages OR with a daddy figure present.
	Flustered, Sam exited to try and re-gather himself.  He still had three naked little girls in the family room.  What to do what to do.  Peeking  back into the kitchen via the bar slat divider—
	“I’ve never seen such a thing!” commented Kimmie.
	Donna Jo was still speechless as was little Mary Lynn.
	So, with careful aim and a lot of wishful/hopeful luck—he aimed the Device and hoped like everything it wouldn’t undo the naked girls behind him.  That would be bad.  The lights on the indicator flickered yellow—then red.  Panic quickly ensued and Sam worked feverishly in his mind for a back-up plan.
	There was none.
	But then the EMAD came thru and all the lights were green.
	The brain wave pattern indicators were all in the GOOD range and he could breathe again.  Kimmie was silent so that was a good thing, too.  Re-entering the kitchen he paused a moment—the Device operated sort of like a wireless contraption.  It still had a mind hold on Morgan, Meagan, and Stacie Jolynn.  It also had a mind hold on the three in the kitchen.
	Scooping Mary Lynn up he hugged, kissed her, tried to tickle her and with no response he sat her on the table, pushed her back onto the surface then opened her legs pulling down her short kiddie shorts.  Donna Jo and Kimmie sat numb faced at the table staring blankly into oblivion.  Sam pulled down Mary Lynn’s underwear then hauled out his fuck stick rubbing it all over the little girl’s pussy.
	He held off ejaculating—saving it for another.
	With her legs dangling off the table, her shorts and undies dangling off an ankle, Sam stepped over to Kimmie.  He had already seen and done Donna Jo but he had no “seen” and/or done Kimmi Zippler.  And up until now he hadn’t wanted to.  Standing at her side he turned the frizzy red headed girl to him—to his standing out outstanding schlong of which he pressed against her face, nose, eyes, and then finally almost in a drunken stupor into her mouth.  With gentle pressure to the back of her head he guided her mouth up and down his shaft.
	Did Donna Jo’s eyes blink?
	Sweating, Sam nervously grabbed up the EMAD—all lights and other indicators showed green lights and brain wave happenstance.  But still, he motivated himself to step up the operation and get Kimmie’s pants down.
	Panties down.  Kimmie wore a short green pleated skirt.  It was easily unhitched and there were green matching print panties to greet him.  Sam’s breathing increased as he gingerly lowered the undergarment.  A nice-nice soft cover of pubes there was and a puffy pussy.  The ache that he had earlier exalted itself sending Sam to a new level of want.

	Off came the girl’s top then her dainty bra.  A pair of nice young preteen mounds were there for the eyeing—and Sam B eyed them.  Then he pawed them, then he suckled them getting more and more aroused.  Was she a virgin?  Let’s find out!
	Laying the girl out on the table he looked her over carefully before proceeding to her hot little box.  It was musty and with just the hint of pee.  The pussy appeared to be virginal.  Appearances, as we all know, can be deceiving.  Sam licked and lapped, nipped the furry little poon, engulfed the whole thang then introduced it to his cock.
	There was mild surprise when although there was significant resistance and snugness—the girl was not quite virginal.  Sam’s big dick slithered nicely into the girl’s crevice and he felt spunk spurting after only a few pumps.  His mind wasn’t his own (mleep?); he pumped steadily getting more and more of his manhood into her sex having even more wicked considerations about buggering her, spanking her, and so on.
	After a great gusher of cum blasted his cock out of Kimmie’s cunt he settled down—on the floor, in a wash of sweat and depleted energy.  His eyes stared at the leaking cunny of Kimmie Z—then his eyes fell on the EMAD and its blinking lights.
	Donna Jo’s eyes were blinking, too.
	Then there was a scream.

*
Kissin’ cousins—and more!
	In this segment vignette “family reunion” takes on a whole new meaning.	
	Jeremy and Harry were two eleven year old cousins who had seen each other twice in their lifetime.  Both times when they were toddlers.  They very seldom communicated.  Jeremy lived on one side of the country, Harry on the other side.  Neither boy had any idea about their parents, especially their dads who were brothers.
	Just before a big family reunion the brothers in question, Adam and Bobby, decided to bring their families together first.  Adam brought his wife, Teri, and son, Jeremy.  There was no wife for Bobby as she had died in an accident years earlier.  Tragic.  Anyways, the boys were somewhat reluctant to meet one another; just one of those things where they believed they had nothing in common, they didn’t know each other, and neither wanted to go to a crappy lame family reunion.
	Both, however, were heavy into video games; both liked to explore caves and go deep wood hiking; playing baseball, swimming, rock climbing, and getting into all sorts of trouble.

	After meeting at Bobby’s house, a handshake, the group assembled inside the house for general chitchat bullshit.  Then the boys were hustled into a bedroom. No time was wasted—
	‘Take off your clothes.’
	Both Jeremy and Harry paused and had confused faces but regardless began undressing—all the way to their skin.  Present with the boys were their dads as well as Adam’s wife, Teri.  She also seemed confused but stood still—awaiting her turn.
	First, though!
	Once the boys were naked,
	‘Hug each other.’
	The boys hugged but made even more faces of protest conveying WTF!?
	After the hugging they “grabbed ass” and then—then they grabbed holt of the other’s cock!  By then, dads Adam and Bobby were enthralled.  Adam had the Electronic Mind Altering Device controlling the boys—they seemed upset but were still controllable.
	“Are you sure you can fix them—after?” inquired Bobby.
	Adam nodded—he was relatively sure.
	Jeremy handled his cousin’s cock, fondled his balls, and caressed his ass.
	Harry did much the same.
	Both boys expressed great shock and dismay.  But wait!  There’s more!
	The boys hugged one another again with a more sincere hug followed by—
	‘Kiss.’
	The EMAD was a wondrous gadget-gizmo-device; its magnificent power of mind manipulation was incredible.  The boys barely hesitated, barely made faces, but were mostly aware that they were kissing each other.  They cocked their heads and pressed their lips together.  By then, their dads were naked and masturbating.
	Neither boy had a hard-on as per se a hard-on was a stiff; but, by their actions of ass grabbing, cock and ball manipulation, bodies together, naked, kissing, there was some stiffening action occurring.  Then,
	‘On your knees!’ was Jeremy commanded.
	Nervously and did Jeremy Soothmee move down to his knees.  Right before his bewildered hazel eyes was his cousin’s semi hard cock.  The next command almost took his breath away—
	‘Suck it.’
	The power of the EMAD was a magnificent thing and Jeremy quickly found himself taking Harry’s sleek cock into his mouth.  He sucked and sucked and sucked taking the whole thang into his mouth getting the cousin’s prong hard-hard-hard.
	Then Harry turned around, bent over, spread his cheeks, and cousin Jeremy licked his butt hole.  He did!  Both boys were slightly aware of what was happening—going on but not quite aware of how or why.  After Jeremy had licked and licked and got his dad and uncle seriously enticed, Jeremy laid out on his cousin’s bed bringing his legs back fully exposing his cock, balls, and especially his ass.  Cousin Adam came onto the bed—in more ways then one, and licked out Jeremy’s cornhole.
	Couple of minutes later and Adam was shoving his fuck stick into his visiting cousin’s hole.  Both boys were virgins but were avid masturbators.  The experience (of butt fucking) was a mind blower for the both of them.  Adam’s cock, although seriously hard, bent and didn’t make righteous anal intrusion fully but close counts.  He did make dutiful entry then crawled up between Jeremy’s legs and held guide into his own hole his cousin’s schlong.  And like Adam, Jeremy’s hard bone barely did the trick.  Both boys were anal virgins but that was going to change.
	First, though…
	After much bouncing on the bed defiling themselves the boys stood shoulder to shoulder beside the bed.  How much they knew was going on was debatable but they were slightly aware of what was going on.  As they calmed down (slightly) they watched in utter awe as Adam’s mother, Teri, stripped to her skin.  The boys were mesmerized and then some as naked dads Adam and Bob caressed themselves all over the naked woman.  She was a dish; just under six feet tall, short sassy reddish brown hair, incredible green eyes, nice body over all with small cantaloupe titties.
	And not hair one on her pussy!
	Neither boy had clue one of women had hair on their poons—the boys knew hardly anything about woman and anatomy.  For that matter, girls and themselves.  They were more into sports, climbing rocks, sports, riding bikes, sports…
	Once the two dads had caressed Teri for some minutes the got her on the bed whereas Adam got to bone his brother’s wife.  It wasn’t his first time.  While he fucked the woman senseless, Bobby got behind the bewildered boys and caressed them.  The boys had turned around to watch the goings on going on on the bed.  They were barely aware of being fondled, fingered, caressed.
	They were more aware—but just as curiously confused when watching their dads fuck Teri.  Afterwards, the boys got their turn.  It was like being in a fog, if that fog was at the bottom of the deep end of a pool—the pressure.  Jeremy was a little more enthused and not minding the fact that the woman he was doinking was his aunt.  Harry was pretty much the same (but it was his mom...)

*

Have EMAD; will be a nuisance to society
	Nothing like a spree to wear your dick out
	“Dashing thru the house, with my ass hung out in a sling
	  If someone catches me with this thing (EMAD) that’ll be my ding-a-ling”
	Screaming.  Sam Bananana knew his children’s screams; they screamed out of pleasure, they screamed when diving into a cold swimming pool, they screamed when finding a bug in their bed, they screamed out of terror when awakening from a strange stupor finding themselves naked.
	When Sam arrived into the family room sure enough it was Stacie Jolynn who was “coming around” and realizing that she was naked in the family room.  Whether or not she realized that she was naked in the family room with her two friend, Morgan and Meagan was not known.
	Stacie Jolynn’s scream, however, did not seem to “awaken” the others in the kitchen—thankfully.  Which was good.  And as soon as Sam got his breath and uncinched his balls he quickly hushed his terrified child, hugged her, caressed her, and slyly re-worked her mind to be null and void.
	Then he had to do likewise to Morgan and Meagan.
	Then, back to Donna Jo, Kimmie, and Mary Lynn.
	The EMAD was being taxed and then some but it had to be done; and lessons were learned about over use of the nifty mind altering device.  	After sighing deeply he assessed the situation in the kitchen—daughter Donna Jo was still as she was—showing signs of awareness and great grand confusion.  It was that “great grand” confusion that kept her from freaking the fuck out.  
	Sam also realized that he didn’t really know the nifty little mind altering gadget as well as he thought he did.  But then again he only knew the very basics of operation.  Maybe it wasn’t so much as “taxed” or over used as was it the User’s inability to fully understand the operation of the Device.  He knew, though, that though multiple minds could be affectively effected doing so was better if the multiples were better together and not separated.
	With that said—
	The enthusiasm he had had earlier had died down somewhat; regardless, he picked up his little naked Mary Lynn, fingered her where he had cum on her trying to get revitalized but the umph was sort of gone.  A little caressing and rubbing his schlong on her helped some.  A little wiping of her cunny then he dressed her and returned his attention to Kimmie.
	Scooting the girl’s top up to reveal her itty-bitty titties and Sam’s cock was strong again.  A small-small-small dainty little girlie bra the girl wore and Sam’s strong cock slid nicely into her crevice.
	Teenage girls would be good, too, Sam thought.  Not too old, though, but that depended on the girl if she “looked young” enough then so be it.  And as far as how young?  Mary Lynn, his own daughter, he had dastardly did on the bathroom floor and she was only five.
	After getting his jollies with Kimmie he wanted more.  The EMAD was a new way of life for him—the EMAD allowed him to be as deviant as he possibly could!  He was sure that there were probably more deviant aspects of the outrageous gadget that he was not aware of.  Sam was sure that he probably didn’t want to know the ninety-nine percent of what he didn’t know about the Device.  He was fairly content with what he did know.
	And some of the things he did know was—fucking Kimmie Zippler was pretty awesome.  After creaming nicely into the non-virgin girl’s pussy he was once more revitalized.  A quick dash back to the others in the family room (and all was ok there) he tempted fate with undressing Donna Jo.  His desires were high.  And as it happened, getting Donna Jo undressed was a simple matter of lifting off her blouse, unhooking her bra, and lowering her paisley print pants and then panties.  She was positioned against the round breakfast table whereas the girl was then laid down whereas her dear daddy could position himself behind her addressing her behind.
	‘That’s a nice ass.’ he commented to himself.  He adored that “nice ass”, licked his lips then kissed the right cheek and then the left cheek.  Parting the cheeks he kissed/licked the dirt chute.  He licked, lapped, then drove his tongue into her hole enticing his cock all the more.  Just smoothing his hand over his daughter’s ass got his mojo mowing.  His cock was as strong as ever but entering her funk hole took a little doing.
	That’s what butter is for.
	Mmmmm, butter!
	Determination was everything.  And with the application of a little butter there was success!  Slathering up his schlong and with a dab to Donna Jo’s cornhole, sodomy was achieved!  What a guy!  He didn’t go ALL the way in but that was in the works.  He went half way in and pumped tenaciously until blasting a tenaciously hot load of daddy cum.  That alone helped ease even MORE daddy dong in.
	Sitting on the floor he watched as his ooze oozed out of his daughter’s hole.
	He sweated and felt no remorse; he felt like he could do more!  And Kimmie, he wanted to slam his schlong into her hole, too.  Both girls he wanted to fuck and fuck hard.  And spank.  And cornhole.  And be as naughty (and nasty) as he possibly could get away with.  And with the EMAD—all things were possible.

Cheer!  (leaders)
	Oh, there’s nothing better than young girls flipping about in the air doing summersaults, cartwheels, the splits, and being tossed up into the air—‘specially when those young girls are sanctioned to do so by a school system.  Cheerleaders!  High school cheerleaders were good and ok; junior high school cheerleaders were better, elementary school cheerleaders got Sam’s attention and then some.  They were soooo cute!
	But the days being what they were with EMADs running rampant having anything extra curricularly with a hottie little cheerleader tart of any school grade was next to impossible.  Not improbable—just impossible.  Next to it.  For those who were obsessed the impossible was just something that was annoying and made the quest for acquisition all the more entertaining.
	First up was a young black girl walking with some of her friends, some were cheerleaders, others were not.  With the day and age of EMADs and their over usage there was a lot of security to contend with.  Sam Bananana had to be on alert which was distracting from his premise.
	His experience with the EMAD, though, was growing.  He was learning—and with help from the daily newscasts, the internet, the library, and word of mouth of overhearing, he learned even more.  Time for action.  Like other Main Characters thus far, Sam B acquired himself a van.  Doing naughty intentions in a family sedan just wouldn’t cut it and a big ass SUV was cumbersome and awkward.  A big conventional family van was just the thing.
	‘Stop.’  ‘Go left.’  ‘Cross the street.’  ‘Stop.’  ‘Turn right.’ And so on leading the Subjects out of the shopping mall parking lot to the adjoining mini strip mall parking lot where at the fast food eatery Sam B had his van.  Lots of people everywhere, security, police, plainsclothes detectives, security cameras—but be damned those interventions—cheerleaders Jezelle, Moran, and Stephanie climbed into his van.
	Sam could hardly contain himself and/or keep himself from doing something right then and there.  Slyly, on the sly, he did cop a feel of Jezelle as she got into the passenger seat opposite the driver’s seat.  A quick feel of her ass and thighs—both of which doings nearly sent him to the moon.  With Moran, a Chinese girl, when she maneuvered to sit in the middle section seat he expertly so slid her cheerleader panties down to just passed her ass.  Another quick feel job and Sam’s schlong was once more in dire ache.
	The token white girl, Stephanie, was a year younger and very-very cute.
	He felt of her titties, fingered her between her legs, then scurried to the driver’s seat to scurry off to someplace safe.

	Although you’re not supposed to TEXT and drive, Drink and Drive, give Hand Jobs/Blow Jobs and drive, Fuck and Drive, the law was a little sketchy on EMADing and driving.  Sam B did jus that—
	‘Take your panties down.’ He said manipulating the EMAD in one hand.  With all the lights and other indicators on the nfty handy illegal to posses mind altering device green Sam watched the road and manipulated Jezelle’s mind.
	Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y and did Jezelle Misfitt slid her pinkish panties down-down-down to her knees.  Sam sighed—the thing worked!  He was some twenty miles out of town in the back country amongst rolling lush hills and zero traffic.  Pulling off the road and into those lush rolling hills he took a slight moment to contemplate what he was doing.
	What he was doing and what he could do.
	And what he had done.
	What he had done.
	What he had done—to his family.  Mary Lynn.  Wow.  In the bathroom, naked, soiling her dainty little innocent pussy.  Then—then—THEN his oldest daughter and her best friend.  In the kitchen!  Then his middle child and two of her best friends.  Oh, and the woman (Joanne) and her young daughter (Joanna).
	The EMAD was a dangerous-dangerous thing to be sure.
	With that said and known, Sam continued on having Jezelle get out of her blue and white cheerleader outfit, bra, and pinkish panties.  She was fourteen, black (African-American) and very pretty.  A nice face, a great smile, smallish titties, smallish frame, nice-nice tight-tight butt.  After she was naked she moved to have her butt to the edge of the seat with her shoulders back into the seat.  Then, her feet went to the dashboard firstly—Sam moved to the middle area between the seats and got busy with the fingering of the girl’s cunny determining that she was a virgin.
	After much fingering and then fondling of Jezelle’s titties the festivities continued with moving to the girls in the middle seat.  Moran and Stephanie.  Moran Elkliver was a cute Chinese girl, American-Chinese.  Short shoulder length dark hair, turquoise earrings, and a nice aroma of roses made this girl quite adorable.  Sam parted her legs, slipped off her panties, and couldn’t wait any longer.  Down came his pants and undies and right up against the girl’s cunny his cock did go.  Her legs went up along his chest and with no foreplay of any sort did his cock slid into the teen’s snatch.
	It was not a virgin snatch, it was not a hairy snatch.  It was tight enough, though, to please Sam and his ever thirsty for cunt cock.  It was a good fuck.  The girl moaned, he groaned; the girl’s nipples got hard and poked thru her cheerleader tunic; Sam’s cock blasted a hot load of man spunk DEEP into the girl’s teen twat.
	It was going to be a good day.
	The air conditioning cooled his sweaty balls; still, though, he was hot.  A window was opened as well as the sunroof.  He had had a time with Moran; on pulling out after the initial cum blast he blew a healthy ropey strand up along her belly to her smallish titties.  He needed a moment.  He had initially wanted to blast his load into Jezelle but Moran was a good choice also.
	Sam did finally get into Jezelle and blast a hot load therein—after doing so to virgin Stephanie.  But it was a struggle.  By the time he got into Jezelle’s black hoochie his cock was more than worn out.  Laying Stephanie down behind the middle seat section and spanking her helped.  Turning her fanny a bright red using both his hands and cock did a lot to revitalize his schlong.  It still ached but was stiff enough to enter the black girl’s cunny.
	Almost an hour later and he was stuffing himself up into the black girl’s black cherry.  He thought of no one else but stuffing himself up into his daughters’ same hole.  Spanking them all the while, feeling of their young poons and having exceedingly increasing naughty-naughty thoughts.  He wanted to fuck his youngest, Mary Lynn.  Stacie Jolynn was also in his twisted thoughts as was, of course, his oldest, Donna Jo.

*

She sells seashells (but not by the seashore)
	She was way cute, as was her two accompanying friends.  All three were about eleven years young; a dark haired girl, a blond, and a red head.  Cute—cute—damn cute.  All three were in the parking lot of a large shopping center whereas a supermarket was the anchor piece while other stores were chains.  And outside one of the stores at the end the girls were hocking their wares; handmade wares.  Seashells.  Various seashells with googly eyes, mustaches made with fine wood fibers, and some on driftwood.  The girls had a large shoebox and sells of shells were dismal.
	Sam watched them—they seemed happy-go-lucky girls, slightly disenchanted about their lack of profitable sells but they were “buds” and pranced about shoulder to shoulder—unsupervised.  Gouging the heel of his hand to his aching boner he contemplated and pondered.  He was becoming a nuisance to society.  
	At length,
	‘Go to the side of the building.’
	On the right was a large high standing stucco wall serving as a sound barrier wall for the neighborhood beyond.  The “road” between the pet store and the wall was wide and went around to the back of the stores.  The back fence butted against a park.  The girls one-two-three meandered to the side of the building.
	Sam moved his van with the sliding door open to them and via the EMAD commanded them to come inside.  They did so.  Sam closed the door and stole some moments feeling the girls out.  Red haired Keri Cumzipper was in a short turquoise skirt with off-blue panties.  The girl’s hair was super soft and very long.  The girl herself was long and some inches taller than her friends.  No tits.  None.  She was flat-flat-flat.  There were some evidence of titty development but for the most part—she was flat.
	Her friends had titties, though; Sam fondled the blond haired girl, Zoey.  She had the best set of eleven year old titties.  She wore short print britches to her knees.  Sam fingered her between her legs, fondled her breasts, and very nearly whipped out his dick and did her right then and there.  But he held off and went on to fondled/finger the third girl with dark hair, Gabby.
	Then he/they were off to someplace else safe and secure.

	Gabby Ackmon; dark hair, green eyes, small teeth, small supple titties.  She smelled delightfully of cotton candy.  There was no Q&A—Sam wasn’t aware that he could do that nifty little feature.  She wore lavender panties and was a virgin.  Sam licked out her young cunny and marveled at how the nifty gadget he had nixing her mind kept her from being so aware—of his licking out her young cunny.
	When his tongue had had enough of “licking out her young cunny” he fully undressed himself and straddled her chest flopping his cock between her smallish mounds.  This was done still inside the newly acquired non-mini van.  The a/c was on HIGH, a window was open for fresher air, and the locale was miles and miles out of town in a remote area of the desert.
	Gabby was rendered naked herself.  And no matter the girl, her hair color, her body size, her skin color, Sam continued to think of his own girls—who were doing their own thing with their friends while daddy Sam was “out of town on business.”  While he humped Gabby’s chest he had her hands work his cock.  Soon he was grinding hard against her as the pivotal moment of ecstasy came—and splattered all over Gabby’s sweet little girl face.
	Sam fluttered—all over.  The release was fantastic!
	Then, after a moment of gathering himself, he put the girl’s legs up along his chest and began gouging her pussy AND asshole.  There was just a small patch of pubes on the girl’s quim.  Sam gouged and poked, glided and grinded until such a time as penetration was at hand.
	Gabby moaned and grunted as the penetration occurred but her mind was still occupied by the EMAD’s presence.  Sam’s bone boned her and there was a second “release” of his liquid love minutes (3 of them) later.  Cupping the girl’s ass he continued to love on her for some many minutes later.
	Then it was Zoey’s turn.
	Zoey had super nice blond hair, dazzling blue eyes, a very-very nice smile, looked a little younger than her eleven years, and smelled of strawberries.  She even wore strawberry colored undies.  Her breasts were a little mounds of pleasure and Sam’s saucy cock was pleased by them.  With Zoey, to help give more life to his aching smoldering schlong he spanked the girl.  With virtually no one out in the remote area of the desert some miles from the main road the naughty Father of the Year turned the young girl over and laid hands upon her ass.
	It was a turn-on.
	An unbelievable turn-on.
	He didn’t apply his hands HARD but enough to brighten the dark skinned cheeks.  The black girl was very cute, very virginal, and very enticing.  After the spanking, some squeezing, and finger probing it was down to business of sexualizing.  His cock ached so—and there was one more girl to go!
	Zoey had a nice tight snug fitting pussy—but she wasn’t a virgin.  Sam assumed that she probably had brothers and cousin taking turns with her.  He loved on her pussy and drilled her asshole (also not so tight) then ejaculated a goodly mess of man juice onto her face before virtually collapsing.  One more girl to go!
	
	Eleven year old red haired Keri Cumzipp had the most luscious red hair Sam had ever seen, felt, and smelled.  And naked the girl was a real trip, too—a lithe body, slim and very slender, not bad on the titty department, adorned with a few freckles, and he could literally count the tiny hairs on her pussy (and he did—there were fifty-three!)
	And those beginning hairs got a goodly amount of mess spilled on them minutes later.  This after Sam B licked happily the girl’s quim to his heart’s (cock’s) content.  Loving all over the girl got him very horny, very excited.  He suckled her young breasts, inserted his tongue fully into her mouth—all the while grinding equally happily against her sex as well as fingering it until she got “wet.”
	Spanking came nextly; there was some sort of odd turn-on about laying bare hands to a bare girl’s ass.  He thought of his own girls, Kimmie, Joanna.  Ever girl (and woman) he knew he now began to think of as being nakedly laying across his lap being spanked.
	When Keri began to struggle and become a little more “aware” of her dire situation than he would liken her to be—he stopped.  Her ass of lily white was a nice shade of tomato red.  And his cock beneath her was hard-hard-hard.  Positioning the girl on her hands and knees he went beautifully into her very pert tight stink hole.  His cum, spittle, and calamitous determination made the way.
	When done he was a little more than overheated and required rest and cooling.  He snuggled with the naked girls thinking mostly of his own, and Kimmie, and Joanna.
Then thru the course of humorous events—this happened
	Although the van’s air conditioning was good—the activities taken therein kind of sort of made the interior of said van kinda-sorta funky.  Fresher air was required.  And the locale of which the funky van was parked was ideal—the area was serene with lush hills, grazing cows, rustic serenity, and a babbling creek nearby.  Old-old outbuildings from an era long gone and by; the area used to be something of an oilfield.  Some remnants of derricks remained, the foundations of buildings and even an old windmill were about, too.
	Nakedly, boldly, without care and did Sam Bananana escort the naked girls to the creek.  The EMAD was a marvelous device at manipulating the girls’ minds so as they could somewhat be themselves.  Now, for some reason—Sam brought his keys and wallet.  Along with a blanket, ice chest (of drinks and quick snacks), radio, sun tan oil, and his perversion for little girls…
	Well laying hands (again) Zoey’s black ass—out of the corner of his eye he saw movement.  Then, looking in the direction of said movement there was an otter happily prancing away with the keys to the van!  Sam gave chase.  The otter was not impressed and made way into the water whereupon he was far superior than the not-so-graceful in knee deep water Sam Bananana.
	Sam had a time retrieving his keys from the watery thief; falling several times, banging his knees, shins, ankles, nearly drowning.  The otter at length let go the sparkling item satisfied that he had made the human a fool and disappeared further down the rustic creek.  Sam got his keys then heard voices.
	A man, Patrick O’Gullgiven, and a girl, his daughter, Kacey, were in the midst of “doing the naughty” on the shady mossy bank of Cottonwood Creek.  They were naked.  Not too bad; the day was kinda hot, they were in a “remote” location, and they were alone (so far as they knew.)  
	After arriving at the secluded spot the two slipped off their shoes and dunked them in the cool refreshing creek.  Their ride was parked half a mile behind them.  The creek was lined with old-old cypress trees but it was still quite hot to be out in the sun.  And after soaking their feet—they gleefully stripped off their clothes and soaked their bodies!  Kacey was all kinds of giddy and slightly embarrassed.  Her daddy was somewhat same but on a different level.  As soon as he was naked his cock was hard.  From the bank he slid into the cool waters that at that particular spot was deep enough to almost swim.  Naked Kacey easily swam about splashing her naughty daddy.
	Patrick caught his naked child, clutched her, tickled her, then got her on his shoulders where she rode him as her daddy frolicked in the very refreshing waters.  Spying Sam was very interested and watched as at length the father/daughter returned to the mossy bank where after a brief rest the girl began masturbating her dear daddy’s dong.
	And apparently she did so on her own.  Amazing!
	Sam was very intrigued.  So was Patrick!  And after much stroking of her Daddy’s dong she kissed it!  She did!  And from kissing to sucking!  The young girl of eleven or so engulfed the head of the daddy dong and rolled her tongue about the purplish monster before sliding her mouth all the way down.  Then she began bobbing her pretty blond haired head up and down—expertly.
	All the while her dear daddy caressed her ass, fingered her crack then diddled her asshole.  Sam had visions of doing same—to the girl and to his own girls.  As much as Patrick fondled and caressed his child—Sam could feel same doing unto his own children.  He could feel their skin, smell their scent, and imagine them bobbing on his knob.
	At length and did the two lovers on the mossy creek bank come to a famous position enjoyed by many—the infamous 69er.  It was a slow process and done so elegantly.  Young pre-teen Kasey kept her mouth latched onto her daddy’s dick and continued to effortlessly suck it and suck it wholly.  She worked the poppy cock joyously squeezing the member and seemingly seemed to be thoroughly enjoying what she was doing.
	Patrick enjoyed what she was doing also.  He also enjoyed licking out her smooth virtually hairless pussy.  He sucked on it, devoured it, and drove his tongue into the girl’s pussy thrilling her as much as he was thrilled.  The girl squealed with some delight and the event escaladed from there with the girl turning around resting her young well sucked on pussy on his throbbing hard hardness.
	Sex occurred seconds later.  Amazingly the man’s manhood magnificently maneuvered into the girl’s sex almost smoothly.  It was not without some reservations—but that so goes as the girl was eleven years young and her daddy somewhat older than that.  Penetration happened, though, and the act of “sex” occurred.  Patrick clamped his hands onto his naked daughter’s ass and helped work her up and down his johnson.  The girl made faces—some of pleasure and some of not.  She giggled and squealed some; her nipples stiffened; her butt blew a blast…
	Patrick hugged his child, kissed her deeply and seemingly passionately before seriously engaging in sex.  They firstly laid on their sides to do the naughty illicit engagement before Kasey was position naturally on her back with her young legs spread wide.  Dear Daddy Patrick moved gently on top of her grinding firstly his cock against her pussy—then into her.
	It was a good fuck one worthy of being notable.
	And no EMAD (seemingly) was used!
	But for Patrick O’Gullgiven it wasn’t always that way.

Insight
	At thirteen, Patrick O’Gullgiven was the typical American burgeoning teenager—he liked sports, hiking, fishing with dad, biking, video games.  And, oh yeah, GIRLS!  And one particular point in time he came to the house of Jenny Givesdamm.  Her parents were “away” and she was having a quaint little party she wasn’t supposed to have.  Three of her girlfriends were in attendance and after about two hours of music, snacks, gossiping, the subject came to boys and Truth or Dare.  
	Nora’s “truth” was seeing (spying) on boys at summer camp—naked.
	Millie’s truth was “yes, she masturbated.”
	Arnell admitted she wet the bed until she was eight; then hurriedly admitted watching her parents make love, her older brother masturbate, same brother having sex with his girlfriend, same brother getting a blowjob from same girlfriend.
	Jenny didn’t know how to top that and didn’t really want to spill any “truthful” secrets.  So, she opted for Dare.  And she was dared to call one of the boys they knew and she so-so somewhat secretly (almost) like-liked.  Patrick O’Gullgiven was the selected boy.  The call was sort of a prank call—sort of.  Jenny called and squealed that she “liked” him.  Patrick figured as much, at the time, Patrick was kind of hunky at thirteen; he had great hair, a great smile, dazzling eyes, and a devil-may-care persona.
	He asked coyly what she was doing and she somewhat mistakenly spilled that she was having a private party.  Heavy on the “private.”  Patrick smiled and concluded the call with saying back to Jenny, “I like you, too.” And hung up.  Though Patrick lived a couple of blocks down from the Givesdamm home he could hear the girl’s shriek.
	Twenty minutes and Patrick was at the Givesdamm door.
	Jenny didn’t turn him—or his pals, away, but wasn’t thrilled at his unannounced presence.  The party was so-so, with the presence of the boys it was kicked up a little.  But Jenny, of course, fretted that her parents would find out.  The hour was evening type time, it was a Saturday night, and no parental unit whatsoever was anywhere about.
	As the party got renewed, Jenny made for the kitchen to freshen up some snacks.  Patrick followed.  He didn’t follow to help himself to some snacks but to help himself with Jenny.  And he had help.  As Jenny tried to make small talk and was embarrassed by the whole situation—Patrick flashed her.
	Not THAT kind of perverted trench coat flashing but with a slender remote control device—minus the buttons.  It had one button, ON & OFF with a dark colored plastic light at the top angled to face a Subject’s face—especially the eyes.  

	Patrick pressed the button and there was a brilliant bright light that caused Jenny to firstly be startled and fling her pretty head back.  Then the next second and she was dead still.  Patrick waved her hand before her face, smiled, stuck his tongue out, made a raspberry/fart sound, then daring brushed the back of his hand to her soft supple breasts.
	No reaction whatsoever from Jenny.
	Whew!
	More breasts brushing followed by a hug and then ass grabbing.
	The girl made no reactions whatsoever.
	Patrick had a reaction…

	After deeply-deeply kissing the girl the thoughts swirling in young Pat’s head were enormously hideous.  Jenny was a very pretty cool girl, very pretty; she had thick soft brown hair that gently coiffed her face.  And that face!  So sunny and bright!  She had a delightful little laugh, she was very-very polite, and never wore questionable clothing.  Currently she wore a nice knee length dress that had a bib overall attachment.  She smelled deliciously of green apples; had dainty earrings, a couple of finger rings.  She was a normal girl, thirteen, soft supple appearance and Patrick had her mind in nimbo.
	Raising her dress he copped a more serious feel; and seeing still no adverse reaction from the girl who “liked” him, he slipped his hands inside her panties.  He nearly came off in his pants.  His bare hands on Jenny’s bare ass—it was awesome!  Jenny breathed but did nothing more.  Patrick moved his fingers all over the girl’s butt before digging into her crack.
	The panties came down and the dress came off—so did Patrick.
	Plumb colored panties the girl wore and they were at her knees.  Her dress was easily lifted off and she stood in her dainty pink bra and Pat’s cock was soiling his undies.  Whipping out his cock he took Jenny’s hand and had her take over pleasing him.  He shuddered and spunk squirted onto her hand and arm then her bare belly.  He started humping the air right then and there!
	A heartfelt embrace and he was kissing the girl passionately with his cock squashed right up against her.  His hands danced all over her backside, undoing her bra, squeezing her ass, everything.  There was only one thing left to do—well, a couple of things.  First, after much rubbing his cock all over Jenny’s body—belly area, her ass, crack, he got the girl on her knees.  His cum squirting cock then went against her face then into her mouth.  
	With his hand to the back of her head he moved her back and forth along his shaft until filling her mouth with his jiz.  The explosion was fantastic—much better than wanking off in his hand.  Much better.

	But he didn’t make full vaginal penetration.  Something held him back.  He didn’t know what—morals?  He grinded, though, tenaciously on the girl’s pussy, gouged the virgin entrance, then thought of the others in the living room—Nora, Millie, and Arnell.  Millie he really wanted to fuck and didn’t think there would be no pesky moral fiber to hold him back.
	Of course his friends, James, Eric, and Scott were there, too.  No matter.
	But the question was—would the flash mind device work on that many?
	Let’s find out!
	Wisely he put Jenny back to a standing position as she had been then put her dress back on—minus her panties and bra.  He was enamored, however, with the girl’s supple titties.  They were mere mounds but so wondrous!  A strong desire there was to fuck those titties, to coat them in his jiz, then fuck them again!  
	But first!
	In the living room the gang was chatting away; the music was a little loud and someone—someone had gotten into the liquor cabinet of the small bar off to one side of the room.  And James “Scooter” Woodlick had brought some weed trying to get the girls to take a hit.  The girls declined.  Patrick waltzed in and not knowing if he could do a widespread “hit” of his own just walked up to someone and “flashed” them.  With their minds stunned (for some undisclosed allotted time) the music was turned down and new festivities were engaged.
	Nora Linksett was a fine young black girl; she had an amazing smile, her black hair was long and soft and at this time pointly it was tied back in a luxurious flowing ponytail.  She wore tight-tight jeans and a semi tight blouse.  Her favorite color was aqua marine and it showed in her jewelry, blouse, and panties.  With her pants off followed by her aqua marine tinted panties, Patrick took a moment to lick out her pussy.  He fingered it, fingered her asshole, and had no idea if she were a virgin or not.  She had some brothers so maybe not.
	After much licking and his cock seriously aching hard again he plunged it unceremoniously into the crevice.  There was some blood coating his schlong so it was guessed supposed she WAS a virgin.  It kind of grossed Pat out but the sensation of virgin popping overwhelmed the disgust and he went after the equally sensational pursuit of orgasm.
	He fucked the mind zapped girl’s brains out.
	The orgasm that came was magnificent!  And there were two more girls to go!  He loved on Nora, clutching her ass, cupping her breasts, driving his bone even deeper into her cunny (and firing off more subsequent rounds of his liquid gooey love before attempting same into her also virginal asshole.
	Pat’s cock, however, was not strong enough to breach the tight rim.  So off to Millie he went, stripping her naked and revitalizing his cock by spending some time eating her pussy out.  Then he fucked her proper.
	Millie Day was a fine looking white girl—very white.  Great form, she had been a cheerleader, gymnast, and on the swim team.  She had a great form, very-very nice titties, a smile that would make anyone cum in their jeans, and Patrick was fairly certain that he had heard her fart while standing in line at the cafeteria.
	Millie Day was in a nice-nice dress, just to the knees, all one piece.  Pat wasted no further time in getting the dress off and the basic white undies to the floor.  The bra followed and then his mouth to her teenage twat.  There was a slight hint of pee and somehow it turned him on.  The girl made no indications of awareness—save for when he got her a little excited.  He licked her pussy, nipped the pussy, then got drenched in juices from said pussy.
	She came!
	Just from his tongue action!
	Amazing!
	Patrick wasn’t so well schooled so he didn’t know that eating out a girl’s pussy would sometimes result in getting a face drenching of pussy juices.  He was a little marveled and a lot turned on even more so.  Moving up he latched onto the soft mounds that were very pleasing.  His cock grinded against the girl’s pussy and began spurting there on, too.
	She was a virgin or maybe not—Patrick slid his teen cock into her sex and began pumping noting afterwards that there was a lack of blood aka cherry juice on his schlong.  ‘maybe some girls don’t’ have cherry juice or whatever.  Patrick didn’t know—didn’t care.  Girls were weird, they had “periods”, got moody, were emotional, and pretended that they didn’t fart.
	After screwing Millie he went to Arnell.
	Arnell Widefoot had a nice skirt outfit on and though Patrick always liked girls in tight jeans, short-shorts, there was something to be said about girls in summery dresses and skirts, too.  For one thing, it was easier to get them naked!  And there was a surprise waiting for Patrick O’Gullgiven—Arnell Widefoot had no panties!
	His hands trembled as he moved about the girl’s naked ass.  Why she didn’t have panties on he didn’t know—he thought everyone wore underwear.  Although, there was a cousin of his who went “commando”—no undies.  But he also wore a wool hat 24/7, smoked weed, talked to his shadow, danced in the rain, and slept naked.
	Arnell did have a bra on.  It was cast off to the floor and Patrick noshed on her Y, shoved a daring finger up her funk hole, sucked on her titties, then straddled her chest to titty fuck her.  His cock was pretty well shagged out by then and was not as stiff as it had been.

	The titty fuck helped some.  He moved into her mouth then, between her legs he placed her legs up along his chest and drove his prick into her asshole.  Although he found it easy going he wasn’t aware of the “virgin” status there, either.  (on reflection later in life he realized that the girl was probably not an anal virgin.)  probably not.
	After cumming in Arnell’s ass that was that.  Sort of.  He still had Jenny in the kitchen.  There was also James, Eric, and Scott.  Not saying that he was “gay” per se but it was just “one of those things.”  He was soundly not homo or even leaning to that direction; but it was more of “because I can.”  There was some animosity residing in Patrick regarding his pals, especially James “Scooter” Woodlick.  They weren’t “best friends”; they were more associates than anything else.  James was regarded (by Patrick) as a backstabber—untrustworthy, in for himself and enjoyed getting over on someone and seeing someone get in trouble.
	Eric, too, was no saint and sometimes went out of his way to instigate trouble for someone.  Scott would lie, fib, fabricate, make shit up to get out of trouble himself at someone else’s expense.
	So, with that, Patrick had no compunction whatsoever in having Scooter suck him.  Firstly, Pat got up (nakedly) against his clothed friend, eyed him, then undone the boy’s pants.  Tidy-whiteys there were to be tugged down, too.  Patrick did so then lightly toyed with the boy’s cock before smoothing his hands over Scooter’s bare smooth ass.  There were no steadfast homosexual feelings, it was more like revenge.  More than once had James “Scooter” Woodlick fouled him; usually and mostly at school.
	Then, slowly, Scooter was pushed down to his knees.
	He wasn’t gay, Patrick, but he found some kind of odd joy in rubbing his cock all over his friend’s face.  Then, like with the girls, a little pressure to the back of the head and oral copulation there was.  Not as much pleasure there but his cock was hard.  It was more to the point of “just because” and “just because I can” and “empowerment” that got him the terrific boner.
	There was no cum blast but that was ok, that wasn’t the point.  And it would have been better had the boy, Scooter, known he was sucking some dick.  And not just any dick but Patrick’s dick!  Oh well.  Pat was satisfied—almost.  A bit of a mean-naughty streak enveloped him and after a bit of playing with his friend’s balls, cock, and ass, had Scooter suck his balls then—then—THEN lick his asshole!  It proved to him that the mind-flashing device worked and worked well.
	Afterwards—and Patrick had an awesome hard-on, he plunged said hard-on into Scooter’s virgin pooter and fucked him hard.  He came a little—but again, that wasn’t the whole point.
	He returned to Jenny and engaged immorally with her after all.

	Well, after that was there any way to top it?
	Sure, Nancy Poleski.
	And who the fuck was Nancy Poleski?
	A long tall red head.  Her luscious hair of flaming red was clear down to her butt!  She was over six foot tall, usually wore a dress or skirt, had a set of bodacious ta-tas, always smiled delicious, and was very lenient on grades.  Nancy Poleski was a teacher—Patrick’s homeroom teacher in his 7th grade junior high school.
	To say the least he was smitten by the vivacious woman, she was in her late 20s and quite the little hottie.  Patrick (and every other boy) had strong urges about her.  Patrick, however, had a way of satisfying his urge.  And satisfying that urge came one hot summery day after school.  Patrick made his play and waylaid the single teacher as she took time out to scribble on her students’ papers of that day.
	She wore a light and airy summer dress, smelled wondrously of green apples and wild roses, and gave Patrick a reason to live.  Her brown hair was thick, full of life, and super curly.  A long narrow face, a long narrow body.  And red panties!  Fearing security matters Patrick just had the woman lay out on her desk with her clothes on—minus the red panties he found under her dress after he moved it up over her waist.
	He stole a whole minute before moving the panties off.  Then he hauled out his cock and rubbed it all over the teacher’s pussy before sliding it in.  He got busy with the pumping firing off a healthy teenage load in just under two minutes.  But still horny he humped some more and awkwardly tried for anal intrusion.  Didn’t work but it was sort of fun trying.  Balling the woman was the in thing, though; rubbing his cock all over, spanking her pussy (with his cock) and getting hard enough one more time for a second fucking—which took a little more than two minutes.
	Afterwards—
	The EMAD prototype crashed.  He was lucky enough to get his teacher back together—albeit sticky and well fucked when he noted the whole device shut down.  He didn’t know why but on inspection he found a way to open the back thinking the batteries simply died.
	There were no batteries.
	Instead, there were two glass vials; clear.  They were empty.  There had once been some sort of fluid inside them (like a carpenter’s level).  To say the least he was disappointed and as empty as the Device.  That ended his pursuits of happiness.  Couple of months later and his teacher abruptly left the school.  Also, Jenny and Arnell came up pregnant and they left the school, too.  

	Life thereafter paled; life without the EMAD, that is.  He had to use his wiles to get his way—often he got slapped and buffed so he had to settle for the norm until he could come across another magnificent minding device.  And that didn’t come along until way into adult hood, married, and with children.  Kasey, his second born, was the only one susceptible to the newly acquired EMAD.  He used it subtly and with care getting away with a little with his first born, Karlie.  But Karlie exhibited a little too much awareness and wasn’t completely affected by the effects of the Device.
	With Kasey, though, she not only was swayed into the perverted world of her Daddy but completely adopted the notion of being perverted (with her Daddy.)  Patrick would take what he could get.  And on the mossy bank of the secluded creek he pervertly got a lot.
	Sam Bananana was highly enthralled.  Watching Patrick and Kasey got him into a new desire and though he wanted to continue watching—they were interesting!  But he had three girls of his own that were just as interesting.  And he found his three girls, Gabby, Zoey, and Keri starting to cum around more and more and be more and more aware.  But their surroundings new to them, being naked, a little sticky, sore, confused them highly and therefore kept them in a stare of perplexity until the cause of their confusion returned and put them back in a perpetual state of WTF?
	Then it was back to a little fun—like spanking!  (I’ve got a hankerin—for some spankerin’!)	Somehow, strangely, spanking just turned him on.  He didn’t often spank his own children, just a swift swat to get the point across “don’t do that again!” but not to the degree he currently enjoyed.  And after “enjoying” the spankerin’ there was the fuckerin’.
	Sam was still highly turned on by the goings on of Patrick and Kasey.  Highly.  And that helped drive him into Gabby, Zoey, and Keri—virtually one after the other.  It was more than simple conquest.  What it was he couldn’t put his finger on it—he could put his dick on it, though.
	Gabby’s eyes bulged as his moderate manhood entered her.  Cupping her breasts and squeezing them he urged his cock to delve deeply within her delicate sex.  He felt the surges of his love and thought only of doing same to his daughter, Donna Jo.  Also same with Stacie Jolynn and Mary Lynn.
	After Gabby, a rest.  A rest in the creek to cool off and rejuvenate his cock then he was back at it molesting Zoey.  With Zoey, it was with her legs up along his chest and his cock buried to the hilt in her cunny.  A good hard worthy fuck with memories flooding his mind about humping his five year old on the bathroom floor.  Zoey moaned, made a face, and looked to him strangely.  She was again becoming more aware of her being (and what was happening to her being).  Not too alarming but a little concerning.
	Sam dealt with her via the minding device then went on to Keri.
	After some spanking with his hand he spanked her burning butt with his cock that also helped give it life.  Gouging her cunny while the girl was still on her hands and knees, Sam sought to enter the girl’s backdoor.  And with a little fingering of her pert virgin hole—success!

*

And now for something completely different
	If he had a cabin somewhere—deep in the mountains say, he would have certainly kept Gabby, Zoey, and Keri.  A couple of days at least; serious spanking, serious fucking.  He knew it was wrong, it was heinous, illicit, immoral, etc.  He knew that.  Regardless, to “get it out of his system” that was the plan.  The girls were cute, fuckable, and gave him a reason to live.
	After his fest with them at the creek side he returned them to the shopping center, filled their shoebox containing unsold googly eyed driftwood and seashells with money, and left for home.  He would always have a soft spot in his heart for the girls (and a hard-on in his pants.)
	A few days after the Seashell/Patrick incident and Sam was visited by Kimmie Zippler.
	“Donna Jo’s not here.” Sam told the fiery red head as she “barged” into the kitchen.
	“I know,” said the quirky bean pole girl with an almost smirk, “that’s why I’m here.” and not at the senior center where Donna Jo helped seniors and helped her earn school points by community involvement.  “They creep me out.”
	Sam paused in his cleaning—he was a clean freak and organizer freak, to stare at the staring Kimmie Z.
	“What?” he asked impatiently.
	“I was just thinking back to the other day.” she said with a quirky smile.
	Sam also thought back to the “other day.”  The girl was super slender, very skinny, and incredibly fuckable regardless of her diminutive size.  He sighed and wondered where this was going (to go.)
	“I swear,” Kimmie said shaking her head in marvel, “I’ve never seen a schlong like yours.” What a statement—from a twelve year old!
	A little nervous, Sam not-so-slyly gouged the heal of his hand to his expanding meat stick.  Kimmie’s eyes were glued right on the imposing area.
	“Sooooo, you liked what you saw?”
	Kimmie nodded her head in quick succession without speaking, only smiling with blue eyes blazing saying, “And I wouldn’t mind seeing it again.”
	Wow.
	Although Sam wouldn’t mind at all to whip out his cock and give the girl a looksee as she seemed to want—there were reservations.  Kimmie wasn’t under the spell of the minding device.  She was quirky.  She was a bit weird, she spoke her mind without thought and that could be dangerous.  In an offhanded way she could be talking and casually mention the fact that she saw Sam’s dick.  She could very well get him into a world of shit without realizing it.
	But then again—
	The EMAD was upstairs locked safely away.  Kimmie was willing and wanting to see his dick.  Sam was willing and wanting to show her (his dick.)  what to do what to do!
	Being who he was the answer was simple and easy—but on the other hand he was dealing with Kimmie Zippler who couldn’t be trusted to keep a secret.  As stated, she just spoke out of turn whatever was on her mind whether it was a secret or not.  The wheels in Sam’s mind were whirling in high gear.  A plan was forming.
	Sam paused, cleared his throat, fought down some nervousness, then suggested, “Let’s go upstairs—where it’s more private.” He feared the two younger ones popping in unannounced although they were supposed to be at their playdate for the day.
	“Ok.” Kimmie said cheerfully.
	The two made for the stairs with Kimmie marching up ahead of Sam—which was ok with Sam ‘cause he got to get a gander at the girl’s tight butt.  In the bedroom there was another pause.  Kimmie was impatient, “Well?” she said leaning against his dresser—waiting.
	Somehow, Sam felt foolish and embarrassed.  But then he just went for it and hauled out his fuck pole, squeezing his fingers at the base and waggling it before her bulging bewildered eyes.  “Holy shit!” she exclaimed.  “It looks bigger than it did before!” this pleased Sam and his cock.  Then,
	“Uhm, say, Kimmie—uh, show you mine—show you yours?”
	Kimmie cocked her head to him, “Huh?”
	Sam wasn’t sure what he said himself.
	“You want to see mine?” Kimmie said digesting sort of what he babbled.
	Sam felt nervous and fetched his eyes to the sidetable by the bed where in a secret compartment the infamous mind zapper lay hidden.  Kimmie undone the fastener to her short jean shorts and dropped them.  No panties!  She was there right there for him to see (and gawk at.)  Now it was his time to utter “Holy shit!”
	“Like what you see?” she smirked.
	For damn sure.
	Sam could hardly breathe—this would be a really bad time for daughter Donna Jo to come home.
	“So, what now, Mr. B?” Kimmie asked.
	What now.  Kimmie Zippler stood in her best friend’s dad’s bedroom, half naked with her best friend’s dad’s cock in view.  What now indeed.  Sam began stroking his “cock in view” contemplating.  There was no easy way to get the mind altering device out of the table—he would have to wait for opportunity.
	“Do you—want to touch it?” Sam asked semi nervously.
	Kimmie’s eyes bulged and she stepped out of her dropped jeans and made her way to Sam staring at his fully erect erection.  The quirky girl put her fingers out and gripped the burning boner.  Her eyes bulged more and Sam was in total disbelief.  For all practical reasons—Kimmie was naked.  She was twelve.  Months away from being thirteen.  And she looked younger than that!  Regardless of the fact that he had priorly fucked her (on the kitchen table) he wanted to fuck her again.  And again. And again.  It was a deep ache that caused his loins to stir and a bit of spunk spurted coated his piss slit.
	‘That’s it—work it—work it—kiss it!’ he conveyed.  All Kimmie did, though, was squeeze her fingers about his schlong going up and down—up and down—up and down.  Sam liked—a lot!  He felt hot and near faint.
	“Kim-Kimmie, we—we, uh, we should—should—”
	“Shouldn’t be doing this?  I know.” and never missed a stroke.
	“Are you—you—are you a virg—virgin?”
	“Me?” squealed the not-so timid girl, “Heck no!  I got laid when I was eleven!” she stated proudly.  And with that—Sam’s cock fired off a round.
	It was ooey, it was gooey, it was gross.  Kimmie stared and stared—
	“Did your cock just spit on me?”  the girl was unschooled as to what cum was.  Sam breathed hard, his balls ached, he wanted to fuck the girl badly.  He had to explain that the milky white stuff was the stuff that made babies.
	Kimmie didn’t know.  She stared and stared.
	“—but only if you’re old enough—and married.” Sam amended.
	“Oh.” Kimmie said still not in the know.
	With a sigh of some relief he moved the quirky skinny girl over to the bed.
	“Let’s try something new.” he said to her.
	“Ok.” She was nothing if not naïve.
	On the bed Sam gently-gently pushed/positioned the girl down; then, nervously, opened her young legs and devoured her young cunny with his eyes, then his thoughts.  The girl protested not even a little—not even when he “went down” on her.  Not even!  She squealed, gyrated, and excited Sam very muchly.  The taste of her young pussy was something else!  And OH how he wanted to lick out his daughter, Donna Jo!  OH!

	Kimmie bucked his face, squeezed her legs to his head, and came.
	It wasn’t a big cum off but there was definitely the presence of a sticky substance similarly associated with girl cum.  Sam lapped it up and drove his wicked manly tongue into her sex to get her into a riot.  
	“Oh, GOD! Mr. B!” cried out the hapless girl, “you can fuck me if you want.”
	What a strange thing for a twelve year old girl to say!
	Sam shucked his pants and undies, moved his hands up Kimmie almost frail body removing her top.  His fully engorged cock settled nicely on her crevice; their eyes locked, “Are you sure?” regardless of her answer she was going to get fucked.
	Kimmie merely pursed her lips and nodded quickly.
	Sam smiled inside—he had already fucked her once, what was another?
	The girl’s pussy trembled and became even “wetter” as Sam’s schlong slid near effortlessly into her.  Kimmie’s body arched, she tightened up and her mouth opened as she couldn’t believe the enormity of the occurrence.  She shuddered and Sam’s cock eased just about all the way in.  Then he began to pump.  Slowly and steady until the surging began.  The feeling of orgasm compelled him and drew him on and on further into euphoric oblivion and soon he WAS all the way in thrashing madly about until jutting a huge stream of spunk.
	It was maddening and delicious all one.  Kimmie clutched to him wrapping her legs about his waist and the fuck was on.  Round Two while Round One was still in progress!  Sam couldn’t believe the fuck.  It was amazing!  Somehow he managed to pull out and spew his goo on her pussy—but a great deal of “baby making” spew had done been spilled INSIDE her.  Oh well.  At the moment he didn’t care.  All that mattered was the cool down.  He humped the gooied slit finding new pleasures that rocked his world.
	It was then he realized that they weren’t alone—
	“OH HOLY SHIT!” blurted seven year old Stacie Jolynn.
	“WHAT THE FUCK!?” blurted twelve year old Donna Jo.
	Ropes of sperm flung wildly about as Sam flung about to see his two daughters standing at the door with bulging eyes and mouths agape.  He was sure that his heart stopped—for sure he had ceased breathing.  Donna Jo darted just going crazy unable to comprehend what she was seeing—her naked daddy on top of her naked best friend apparently in the engagement of fucking her.
	Stacie Jolynn was in too much shock; she just stood there with eyes and mouth wide.  This gave time for Daddy of the Year to grab his nifty mind altering device and chase down his freaking out daughter—after zapping Stacie Jolynn (and Kimmie Z, too.)

	Donna Jo was in a corner in the hall bathroom unable to comprehend what she had seen—her daddy apparently raping her best friend.  And the thing with the EMAD was it didn’t seem to work as well as it should or could or something when a Subject’s mind was so aggravated.  And the presence of her naked daddy only freaked the poor girl out even more.
	“DJ-DJ, calm down!” he said to her shaking her shoulders.  “It’s not what it looks like.
	Donna Jo’s eyes were wide with fright and dismay.
	“You were fucking Kimmie!” she said matter-of-factly.
	“Ok, it is what it looks like, but I can explain.”
	“You can explain?” wailed Donna Jo, “You were NAKED—on top of Kimmie!” and he was still naked.  The girl was far from being “calm”; panic quickly ensued and Sam suddenly in an outburst SLAPPED her.  Both were stunned as Sam had never disciplined his children suchly.  However, the stunning effect affectively effected the moment for there was a brief moment where Sam saw the girl pausing trying to wrap her head around what had happened and what she had seen.  It was brief but hopefully enough time for Sam to activate the EMAD.
	And whether or not the “activation” had occurred was a toughie; Donna Jo sat motionless, breathing hard still, but her eyes remained fixed and unblinking.  Sam sighed.  He waved his hand before her face, stared into her eyes, then slowly—slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y “reached around” to begin subtly caressing her backside.   Then more daringly down inside her pants.
	Donna Jo merely breathed and stared thru him.
	Sam’s cock strengthened and pressed against her all the harder.  Lavender print cotton loose fitting pants did his daughter have on—making all the easier for her dear naughty daddy to “cop a feel.”  And cop a feel he did—inside her panties he moved his hands all over the smooth as a baby’s butt ass, squeezing the cheeks and “digging.”
	His breathing increased and like once before, he had “others” in waiting to deal with.  This time, though, he didn’t leave one for others but gently guided one to the others.  Then, with another sigh of relief, a check of the EMAD status, stripped off Donna Jo’s clothes and laid her out on the bed.  Then, on his knees, he assessed the situation, cocked his head, cocked his cock; then began a bout of licking out his daughter’s cunt.  What a guy!
	He then set out to enjoy the girls, one by one by one, smearing his love all over them—mostly their poons and faces.  He even managed to get some spankerin’ in.  The spanking seemed to be some sort of odd turn-on for Sam; he didn’t outlandish hurt the girls but turn their ass skin a nice bright red.  And not all for the sexual deviation that that disciplinary measure brought—
	For the most part, the spanking was to really see just how much control the electronic wizard had.  And apparently a lot.  Sam’s hand got hot (and stinging).  With Donna Jo, after humping her pussy, soiling it with his jiz, he turned the girl over and began swatting her ass.  Having the girl protest, cry, wiggle would have made the event a little more exciting.  But he was elated enough with what he was doing.  And afterward, he laid his aching smoldering cock against her burning ass flesh and felt new euphoria rising up within him.
	Likewise with Kimmie.
	Then, with Stacie Jolynn—a baby spank.  A baby spank is with the Subject on her back, ankles locked, legs raised, and ass vulnerable to swatting.  Thereafter he was just about out of his mind and laid his cock against her seven year old pussy and “got after it.”
	There was a slight hint of remorse—slightly.  He did feel a little badly about molesting the girls; but there was no denying the extreme good feeling resulting from such illicit heinous actions.  The power of the EMAD worked both ways.
	What a marvelous invention!

*

The Bananana follies
	Did you know that EMBARGO spelt backwards is O Grab Me!
	Humans are the only species on Earth who have face to face sex.
	Did you know that if you drink you pee, your asparagus will smell funny?
	Did you know that the Hardest Man in England, the Guv’nor, once beat the Super Mario Brothers 3 simply by yelling at the TV set (without touching the game controller)?  He yelled at the game intimidating it so much that it beat itself out of fear.
	The Guv’nor set ants on fire with a magnifying glass.  At night.
	The Guv’nor is the reason why Waldo is hiding.
	The Guv’nor played Russian Roulete with a fully loaded gun and won.
	The eternal conundrum “what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object” was finally solved when The Guv’nor punched himself in the face.
	When the Boogeyman goes to sleep every night he checks his closet for The Guv’nor.
	The Guv’nor invented black.  In fact, he invented the entire spectrum of visible light.  Except pink.  Tom Cruise invented pink.
	(For my American blokes you could substitute Arnold “The Governator” Swarzenegger or The Rock.  Paddy Hogan in New Zealand would also work.)

	For five minutes he sat and pondered—ponder-ponder-ponder!
	He contemplated—contemplate-contemplate-contemplate!
	The source of his pondering and contemplation was a girl—a young girl.  She was dressed oddly, in a business suit, looked a little out of place, not entirely happy, and alone.  The “business” girl stood outside the local independent television studio where commercials were prominently shot; theatrical doings, short-short mini series on the local circuit, and independent news telecast usually done by young people from the surrounding schools.  Sam assumed the girl had something to do with the production aspects within the great stucco walls—and possibly something hadn’t gone quite right with her day.
	A dark beige business suit the girl wore; short to just above the knee, an off-beige blouse, sleeved, and adorned with bracelets, earrings, and a necklace.  Her hair was swept over to one side, blond, blue eyes, and clearly unhappy.  Sam had a way to undo her unhappiness and make her happy—well, his undoing would make HIM happy anyways.
	Of course, she wasn’t too far from the entrance to the studio lot; and thusly not too far from the pesky guard who kept poking his head and checking on her.  There, too, were numerous globe spies, security cameras.  Sam continued to ponder and contemplate.  Very muchly did he want to see the girl naked.  His cock ache.  His head hurt.  Sinking his cock into her ten year old pussy drove him mad.  He wanted, too, to see his spunk oozing out of her asshole, the corners of her mouth, and especially her freshly broken in pussy.  Yeow!
	And just as he was about to make his play—the Subject moved back into the studio lot.  Sam narrowed his eyes—he wanted her.  And the desire to have her prompted him to risk.  A plan was formulated “on the fly” so to speak.  Gaining entry (with the accompaniment of an EMAD) was no problem.  There were safe guards, of course, EMAD detectors and preventors but Sam’s mind altering device defeated them and was not detected (or prevented).
	Once in he quickly reaffirmed lock on his Subject and followed her.  He got nervous, though, as there were a lot of security guards—some were stopping other people questioning them and checking their IDs.  Some were actors and vendors.  Sam had no such ID or viable reason to be on the lot.  Then he saw a delivery van.  His Subject lingered nearby and dejectedly entered the building’s rear entrance where the delivery van was parked.  The delivery driver was nowhere to be seen.
	Sam contemplated then slowly made his way noting the presence of security guards (and cameras.)  It was a risky venture but the rewards were possibly great.  As soon as he was inside the buildings there was the delivery driver hustling along with a clipboard and not paying attention to the stranger w/o ID tag standing at the back entrance.

	Sam zapped him, took his tag, clipboard, and equipped with a small package from the van proceeded with his on-the-fly plan.  The Subject leaned against a wall, arms crossed, frown on her face, still clearly unhappy.  Sam had a way to make her happy—well, himself at least.
	“Uh, say, Hi, Miss?” he said daringly walking up to her.  “Can you sign for this?”
	Taking the Subject off her guard she was startled.
	“I’m not in charge, just an actress.” she said unsure.
	“I just need a signature so I can get paid and leave.” He said with a friendly smile.  Sam had charisma, which helps when you’re a news broadcaster.
	“I-I don’t think I’m supposed to sign for stuff.” the young girl complained.
	“Sure you are,” Sam said with a beaming charismatic smile, “Says so on my list of Approved People to Sign for Delivery Stuff.” And he quickly showed her the clipboard that had a list of names and departments.  Then he brought the board back and scribbled something winking at the girl and slyly-slyly-slyly working the EMAD.
	And just when he was about to make connection,
	“HEY!  There you are!” two boys and another girl made their appearance.
	Sam clenched—all over.  The Subject lightened up, some, but was still unhappy about something that had happened earlier.
	“They all looking for you.” said the other girl, a black girl who Sam also noted that he wouldn’t mind seeing naked.  The two boys also.
	The Subject, “Lisa” lost her shine shaking her pretty head.  She sighed and didn’t want to talk about it.  The three intruders checked Sam.  Time was against him as at any moment more and other people could come out into the hallway.
	Stifling a pesky suddenly arriving fart, Sam blatantly put the EMAD on top of the clipboard saying “I’ve got a package here for you.” Nodding to the blond haired boy who was in a business suit and looked good in it.
	The boy was startled.
	“Me?” he squealed.
	Sam nodded and handed him the small package.  As the boy looked it over, Sam initialized the EMAD zapping the four one-two-three-four.  A quick check to make sure they were zapped one-two-three-four and then they were ushered out of the building and into the delivery van.
	Lisa Nabme, Skyler Bonewrapp, Austin Whipmee, and Jurney Smallette.
	All were in the business of making commercials for the local television station privately owned and operated.  Sometimes things didn’t go so well or as planned.  Kids and adults often find similarities in becoming more than they are and disappoints avail when superiors make decisions not becoming of the Star.
	Such as was the case with Lisa who by her Superior “got too big for her britches.”  So she was passed over and cut out of a few scenes which led to her disappointment and “disappearance” from the set.  Her associates were cool with her, it was just the “adults” who thought differently.
	A pretty girl was Lisa; she enjoyed the attention of going to make-up department and costume; learning her lines and acting were ok, too.  She sat glumly in the bench seat behind the driver’s compartment.  According to the EMAD’s readout—she was deeply entrenched in the confidence of the machine.
	Soooo,
	‘Take your panties down—to your knees.’
	Compliance!
	Sam smiled big as the young girl worked her nice yellow underwear down to her knees.  He sighed; the girl made no indication that she was aware—it seemed to be a perfectly normal thing to do!  Moving the van thru the city was a pain; an alert had suddenly sprung up and police cars known and not so (undercover) were everywhere—searching for a “delivery van.”  Sam had to abandon the delivery van—which fretted him ‘cause of his “prints” on the steering wheel and doors.
	Thankfully, however, there was some antiseptic handiwipes infused with alcohol.  A studious wipe of all surfaces and hopefully that would do the trick—and the van left in a downtown alley where vagrants and other “undesirables” lingered.  The “passengers” were loaded into the awaiting SUV of Sam’s—which was parked at the bus station just blocks from the studio, and a new day of debauchery was at hand.  Lisa’s panties were left inside the van for the investigators to ponder later on.

	And later on—
	He thought of taking his passengers home; but though his girls were supposed to be “elsewhere” for the day they had the propensity of showing up unexpectedly.  So it was back out to his favorite semi-remote locale outside of the city and far from possible prying eyes.  From the creek area from the earlier incident Sam moved onward to the more rolling/rocky hills but stayed by the creek.  Pulling off the road and under the shade of some live oak trees, Sam paused to sigh and took a private moment.
	The lights of the EMAD were yellow.
	Other indicators also were mediocre indicating that the electronic mind connection was so-so to iffy.  There was still a connection and Sam didn’t know exactly what the problem was.  He still had control over the passengers so that was good and all that mattered.  Licking his lips and turning the a/c on HIGH he moved to stand the first Subject, Lisa, upright.

	He had removed her panties earlier and copped a slight feel.  But the area (downtown bus depot) was not safe enough to hang around and do anything desperate.  Now, in the remote area of the country, there was time.  Copping a feel of the girl’s young ass took on a whole new measure—and as his hands smoothed over the ten year old’s bare ass he noted one of the boys blinking his eyes, furrowing his brow and staring at his inappropriate actions.
	He was aware.
	Still controllable—but aware.
	There was a little concern there but so long as the EMAD could maintain mind link then so be it.  Wearing a multilayered business suit made things a little complicated—the girl was in a commercial of some sort requiring the adult dressing.  She was very pretty but the Suit didn’t really suit her.  Sam managed to get her down to her skin, though, without too much trouble.  He was rewarded with a nice naked ten year old.
	From her naked ass to her naked sides, arms, and legs.  Then her pussy.  That venture made him smile the most; fingering her bald pussy.  The girl was aware of the misdoings; she made a face, cocked her head, and seemed genuinely concerned as well as confused.  The EMAD still had her so Sam went on.
	After a moment stolen to look the girl, Sam’s “busy” hands moved effortlessly all over the girl with specific attention to her butt.  Again, the boy off to one side watched with more and more awareness.  Sam pushed down his pants and undies and worked his manhood to a more serious erection—more than it already was.
	The boy’s aware eyes stared right on Sam’s enormous schlong; his mouth fell open and he was very aware.  Sam was only mildly concerned, the EMAD still had control of him but the boy also had control of himself.  Somewhat.
	‘Take your clothes off.’ Sam said to him.
	Surprisingly, to both Sam and the boy, compliance!  Despite the apparent free will awareness the EMAD still had a good mind hold and ten year old Austin Whipmee stripped off his clothes.  He wore a nice crisp blue dress shirt; a nice crisp white undershirt, beige slacks, tidy-whiteys.  Brown dress shoes with matching socks.  All went to the floor and the handsome boy stood bewildered (and handsome) nakedly before an adult man he didn’t know.
	Sam held Lisa all the while who also was very aware of what was going on.
	The other boy, Skyler, and the other girl, Jurney, were likewise.
	Austin had strawberry blond hair, a long narrow face, very blue eyes, and very white skin.  He came from a very nice family, was very good in school, and seemed to be not “out of sorts” about his current situation.  He was more confused than anything else.

	More caressing of Lisa then,
	Sam turned the girl about whereas she was more with her butt to the bewildered Austin.  “Put your weenie against her butt.”
	Austin cocked his head, stared and stared at Lisa’s equally very white butt and with a prompt from Sam’s nifty mind altering gadget stepped up and “put his weenie” against Lisa’s butt.
	Instant hardness.
	It had never gotten “hard” before.
	Sam caressed the boy’s butt and marveled at the situation that was quickly escalating into something more.  Lisa was bent over and Austin checked out the girl’s crack, hole, and bald beaver.
	“Have you ever seen a girl naked?” he was asked.
	The boy shook his head quickly that he hadn’t.  He was an only child and had no real clear idea what a girl looked like naked.  He was barely mildly aware of himself.  Seeing girls in their swimwear was just beginning to arouse the boy but he was too boyish to really pay much attention or give too much thought.
	But apparently, the young boy in need of sunshine liked!
	There was a wide beaming smile as Austin rubbed his 2-incher all over Lisa’s bare butt.  And while he was doing so—Sam the Man rubbed his own all over Lisa’s bare face.  Then,
	“Get on your knees.”
	Austin moved to his knees.
	“Kiss her butt—hole.”
	Austin cocked his head again, looked overly confused, but the power of the EMAD overpowered his confusion and he “kissed” Lisa’s butt—hole; much to the utter awe of their friends & commercial associates, Skyler and Jurney.  Then, after much kissing (and subsequent licking),
	“Stand up, get against her, try to put your weenie into her.” Speaking aloud (but backed up by the minding device) the passengers were awed into a stupor.  But, compliance!  Austin stood up and stepped up against his friend and associate and began poking his pud to her hole.
	It was a no-go.  But the fun was in the trying.
	A little fingering (and some greasy lubrication via petroleum jelly) aided in Austin’s penetration.  Skyler and Jurney sitting right there leaned their heads forward, mouths to the floor, eyes wide watching as Austin drilled Lisa’s asshole.  Lisa herself was only mildly aware of being buggered ‘cause Sam himself was in her mouth.

	While prompting Austin’s young slender schlong into Lisa’s turd way, Sam had gotten some unique feelings.  Of course, his cock was up against Lisa’s face, Lisa was naked, and he knew before the day was over he would be in her.  But beyond that there was more.  He had thought himself to be only perverted to girls—not boys.
	There was some feelings regarding his hand on the boy’s bare ass; more feelings when masturbating the boy’s dick getting it to go into Lisa’s hole.  He also fondled the boy’s balls and had a slight interest in buggering him.  Well—he guessed he was an equal opportunity molester!
	Upon pulling his pud from Lisa dirt chute—
	EWEWEWE!  The young boy’s schlong was “dirty.”
	A handy-dandy handiwipe cleaned that and the proceedings proceeded.
	Sam sat back pulling Lisa up to a standing position against him; then he turned her around facing her bewildered friends.  Slowly he smoothed his hands up and down the young girl’s naked body with specific attention to her young bald cunny.  The girl breathed hard and stared at the naked Austin.  Then,
	“Stand up—take off your clothes.”
	And Skyler and Jurney did just that.
	Sam was awed—the EMAD was showing its amazing powers of prowess even more so.  He had not been aware of the fact that he could so overly command his Subjects.  Neat!
	Sam found himself absorbed with Lisa.  He thought of his own girls, Kimmie, the three girls priorly, Patrick and Kasey.  His mind went into a whirl as he focused on the black girl, Jurney.  Jurney had “mounds”; Sam, though, had seen girls as young as seven having “mounds” or lumps on their chest.  He brought the confused naked girl to him, caressing her, squeezing her, fondling and fingering her.  Then he had her fondle and finger him.  Then she did same to Skyler and Austin—and they unto her.  Skyler had nice hair—for a rat to build his nest in.  The boy’s mop of rusty brown hair was juxtaposed between kinky hair and permed.  It looked good on him, though.  A nice friendly face, average body size, and a nice three inch hard cock.
	Both boys rubbed their hard cocks against Jurney’s ass, up her crack; then, as the girl turned to face them, rubbed themselves against her bald beaver before the girl went to her knees and handled their hard cocks.  Thereafter she kissed and sucked them.
	The boys were awed into utter submission.
	Positioning Jurney on the bench seat, legs open wide, the boys’ eyes were wider than any sea.  Their young puds were harder than any brick.  Sam caressed their butts, fingered their holes, and manipulated their lily white schlongs before “encouraging” them to “go down” on the girl.
	Skyler and Austin would never be the same.  They were giddy about the licking out of Jurney—and then subsequently Lisa also.  Afterwards, Skyler entered the girl—and he liked it!  Jurney was iffy; there was some discomfort in the penetration and not a lot of thrill.  She was too confused to enjoy her first fuck.
	As Skyler fucked the black girl, Sam caressed the boy’s ass and tugged on the boy’s swinging bald testicles thru his legs.  Austin sitting on his knees blinked his eyes and couldn’t close his mouth.  Lisa was pretty much the same.
	After much time of pumping, Skyler pulled out.  He hadn’t cum but he had the same feeling of doing so—and he wanted to “do so” over and over again.  Sam smiled, held the boy to him, and wiped his schlong clean of busted poon.  Jurney’s busted poon was also cleaned and then Austin took his turn.
	After much finger massaging of the young girl’s innocence, Sam could hold off no longer.  He wanted to sink his bone into Lisa but she hadn’t been properly broken in yet.  So, after the fingering, the licking, the fucking.  Jurney’s eyes widened—so did the boys and Lisa.  The black girl held fast to the seat, gasped as the monstrous man dick invaded her, and blanked out as the fucking fucker fucked.
	Having a man dick full vaginal penetration to the ten year old wasn’t quite possible.  Oh, it was—if he were a total scumbag asshole.  But he was just a double douchebag scumbag and not a total asshole.  There’s a difference.  There was a goodly push to go to the hilt of his bone but he satiated himself with half penetration.  The pumping helped and soon there was significant lubrication aiding in the fuck.
	Jurney moaned, clutched the seat, and got hardened nipples.
	When the deed was done, the boys and Lisa stared utterly at the amount of man jiz from the man dick.  There were words etched on the kids’ mouths but nothing came out.  They were more than stunned.  Jurney fingered her pussy and was equally stunned.
	Sam himself was in awe and a little stunned; his cock tingled like never before.  Not even when laying his cock against his five year old in the bathroom; not even when messing with middle daughter or Donna Jo.  There had been a little same feeling when fucking with Kimmie.
	A long minute was needed before it was Lisa’s turn. 
	Again, Skyler and Austin took their turns; licking out her pussy, schooled in the fine art of finger/massaging the pussy, then fucking it.  Sam caressed the boys as they did so; some spanking, ball fondling, then rubbing his aching/smoldering schlong against their ass with an almost anal penetration.  Almost.
	When the boys had done their job, Sam cleaned the distressed girl, licked her pussy, then smacked his cock against her cunny until it was bursting.  Cum was already spurting from the piss slit.  That helped with the penetration.  Taking his time and trying to convey ease to the unfortunate girl, Sam fucked her.
	There were some misgivings—on Sam’s part.  Er, thoughts of remorse.  But the feelings resulted from his misdoings seemed to overwhelm those pesky feelings.  After fully fucking Lisa he sat back to admire his cockwork; and with Austin and Skyler still with amazing hard little schlongs he had the boys re-fuck the girls.

*

Urges
	For the next few days or so, Sam Bananana was a little “off his feed” so to speak.  He wasn’t himself.  He would never be himself; after defiling his family, other people’s family, those seashell shelling girls, then Lisa and those kids, Sam took a break.  He didn’t feel bad about what he had done—ok, he did feel some remorse.  But it was more than that—he realized that the power of the EMAD had him—by the balls.  Literally.  He realized that there was an urge that no matter what went unsatisfied.  Putting the cause of his dissatisfaction away didn’t help; he knew where it was.
	What it was capable of was the real worry.
	Mr. B, however, wasn’t the only one dealing with “urges.”  Natural or otherwise.  They were undeniable and unquenchable as well as uncontrollable.  For a guy, those “urges” could be easily settled by good ole fashioned wanking.  Humping one’s bed, pillow, and/or any number of a variety of impure thoughts.
	For a girl—
	Fingering herself was one thing; being fingered was something else.  Being naked by herself was one thing; being naked with someone else was something else that was AWESOME!  And that someone else was Kimmie Z.  The girls were blossoming into fine young ‘hos; being a teenager was months away and they couldn’t wait.  At their tender age they were taking a more keen interest in boys.  Some boys really were something, too; not so much the gawky boys who played basketball or football, but the normal boys who had great hair, fantastic smiles, and adorable eyes.
	Just thinking of the boys got the girls hot and bothered.  So hot and so bothered that they giddingly blatantly masturbated themselves.  They discussed various techniques on how to get each other off—Donna Jo preferred the shower method using the handheld shower head on pulse and right up against her cunny.  Kimmie Z enjoyed sitting on the washer during spin cycle.
	But according to a woman’s magazine they read an article whereas it was so stated (by a woman in the know) that only a woman knew how to get herself off.  Reading between the lines the girls got that only they themselves could get themselves off and not some lame machine or device.
	Somehow that got them to mutual masturbation—fingering not themselves but the other.  Racing about the house naked came nextly; smacking each other on the bare ass, titty manipulation, pussy pounding, showering together, and ultimately—kissing.
	New sensations flooded the girls as they embraced one another and deeply-passionately kissed.  They were embarrassed to say the least—so they did it again prompting Donna Jo to query “Are we gay?” to wit Kimmie Z answered,
	“Nah, just horny.” And satisfied that they were NOT gay—just horny, they embraced and deeply-passionately did it again.  Then, sprawled out on Donna Jo’s bed they embraced moreso, pounded their pussies together, and engaged in a homosexual technique known as cunnilingus—pussy eating 101.
	There still was interest in boys but in lieu of boys they had each other.
	Then there was the Party.  A boy/girl party.  It was the first party involving opposite sex for Donna Jo; Kimmie had been to more than one party involving boys.  But not like a party this one turned out to be…

The Party
	A little over two dozen young peoples were at the Party; the host’s best friend was having a birthday so it was a two-fer.  There were more girls than boys.  One big girl, one black, one Chinese girl.  For the boys, one big boy, one dweeb, a dork, a geek, Chinese, and a black.  The rest; boys and girls alike, white-white-white.
	There was also one other at the Party—an uninvited/unseen guest.
	There was music, food, punch, and typical girls chatting in a corner and boys chattering in their corner.  No parental units anywhere to be found.  At length, though, moving on, Sasha Langthrope and Billy Kuntt came to be in the kitchen.  Small talk—small talk—small talk.  Sasha looked nice; well dressed, short party skirt, bare legs, smelled really nice.  Her blond hair was dark blond and full of life and really well done.  She was two months away from being thirteen; she had a nice set of bouncy titties and Billy Kuntt checked them “now and then.”
	The two brushed shoulders as they assembled some small finger foods.
	‘embrace her.’
	‘hug him.’
	Sasha blinked her eyes and looked confused; mouth open slightly, looking as if she thought she heard something but wasn’t sure.  Billy K was much the same.  So the “Voice” repeated his instruction and the two kids “embraced” and “hugged.”  From there, neither Sasha or Billy were in control of themselves; mind and body specifically speaking.  After embracing and hugging—kissing followed.  Billy was just a few inches taller than Sasha so he had to cock his head and lean down somewhat to engage in the kiss.
	Then it was Ass Grabbing (Advanced) 1A
	Mostly it was Billy doing the grabbing.
	He had never grabbed a girl’s ass before (or a boy’s).
	There were many girls the young boy knew and many of those girls he deeply wanted to “grab ass.”  Many of those same girls—yeah, he wanted to see naked.  Billy Kuntt had never seen a girl naked; of any age.  The closest were girls in their swimwear.  He wasn’t a daily masturbator but he did whack off on a fairly regular basis—usually in the shower.  He was not a bed humper.
	With his hands roaming over Sasha’s ass—his cock was hard enough to hunt with.  The girl was no freaking out or having any sort of adverse reaction to the “fresh” boy—not even when he slipped his hands inside her underwear and seriously began feeling of her ass.
	There was panic, though, on the girl’s part; and concern on the boy’s part.
	However, the Voice had control over the both of them well enough with a sophisticated EMAD.  The Subjects’ emotions could be dialed in any number of ways—usually and mostly curtailed to that of Calm; Be Calm.  This allowed young Billy K to fully engaged sexually with young Sasha L.
	After much ass fondling, Billy managed to work down Sasha’s panties to just past her ass curve.  Then, it was Sasha’s turn.  She worked out of Billy’s pants and underwear his cock.  Billy was cumming off right then and there.  Sasha was not upset with the cum squirting on her hand; wrapping her fingers about his hardened pud she worked him into a frenzy.
	‘you like playing with his cock.’
	‘you like kissing his cock.’
	‘you like the taste of his cock in your mouth.
	Sasha made a slight face of concern with each new input but accepted the commands and “enjoyed” Billy K’s handsome cock—inasmuch as Billy enjoyed licking out Sasha’s pussy.  This occurred after Sasha thoroughly sucked and sucked and sucked on Billy K’s cock (and got a mouthful of juicy ball juice for her dutiful efforts.)  The girl retched, gagged, sputtered, and spat out the mess in her mouth—it was not to her liking after all.  Sucking cock?  Ok.  Sucking cum?  No.
	Then, sprawled out on the kitchen table, panties off, dress hiked up above her waist, Billy K got the task of licking out her cunt.  He had never done so before or even knew that it was something to be done prior to fucking.  And unlike Sasha, Billy liked licking a sex part without the intrusion of a mind altering device command to say so.  Sasha had a light covering of pubes but Billy didn’t care or seem to mind—he grinned the entire time his tongue licked the girl’s sex part.
	Then there was the fucking.

	Hand cranking was one thing—and a good thing.  The young boy never imagined what actual fucking could be like.   After doing Sasha—he liked.  A lot!  His mind was in a blur during the fuck session; natural instinct took over and he fucked crazily, rapidly, hurriedly shooting a massive squirt of young preteen love cream in just under three minutes.
	The boy was exhausted but still had stamina to go again.
	However, he would have to wait—the Voice was there to take his optimum turn.  The boy cleaned himself up while the Voice (September Moone—well, if there’s an “August” there’s a September, too!) fucked the girl.  He took his time and seemed not to be in fear should anyone come barging into the kitchen.  The girl required some “cleaning” herself—thereafter, the dark skinned man sunk his mamba into the girl’s cunny and had himself a fuck!
	That was followed up by a good ole fashion butt banging.
	Sasha was turned over and had her ass admired—both by the Voice and Billy K.  The Voice/September Moone took his turn firstly by firstly fingering the girl’s ass hole then spanking the fleshy cheeks.  Then, more fingering followed by having young Billy Kuntt fuck it.
	And while the boy bumped against Sasha’s ass, September smacked the boy’s ass.

Meanwhile…
	Spin-the-bottle—lame and regarded as childish (although entertaining.)
	In-the-closet?  Not as lame but dangerous as the other Party goers would all pile up at the door waiting for the opportune moment (where those inside the closet were engaging in some sort of immoral act) and throw open the door catching the unsuspecting duo in an embarrassing position that would haunt them the rest of their lives.
	So, finding a place in the two-story brownstone home was a toughie, but Party attendees Donna Jo and handsome boy, Wayne, found a secret room in the den—a secret room behind the library.  It was a “man-cave” for the man of the house.  A large on-the-wall flat screen television, a mini refrigerator, a bitchin’ stereo system rack, and a stash of porno mags.  Perfect!
	Wayne had been there before—well, not with a GIRL; although the room was a girl’s dad’s man room (secret) he and some other boys had found it on another party occasion.  It was the one room in the house where there was some assurance that they wouldn’t be bothered by interlopers.
	Wayne led the way when it was obvious that he and Donna Jo were not going to be let alone like they wanted to be.  Once inside the (secret) room the two came together for a brief kiss.  Then embarrassingly backed up and looked elsewhere.  They were on their own at this point.
Meanwhile,
	Brandon Ballsight and Amanda Titsright slipped away to their own private room, the garden shed in the backyard.  Here, after bumping their heads in the dark and a much of giggling, they held hands.
	“Tara’s music is lame.” said Amanda.
	“Thrashing Pumpkins?” smirked Brandon, “Does anyone listen to them anymore?”
	“Not me.”
	The two came together and made their own music.
	They touched noses, embraced, and (on their own) kissed.
	Passions began to increase tenfold as usual with young peoples.
	An interloper intervened to help things along as interlopers do.
	*author’s note:  since this chapter has been long in cumming it will be posted now as to later (when it’s longer.)  Since arriving in Camden Town one of us has been busy (settling in, mother-in-law, acquainting oneself with the surrounding pubs, and playing Diablo 3.  Next installment will be posted posthaste—as soon as Diablo is dead and the poster is sober.  (someone is speaking a snide joke there I just know it!)