August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 17
And the Saga Continues
Vignettes:  The Next Orgasm  

“Sixty-nine!  69!  Officer going down!”
	“Let’s see those hands!”
	Being in a van “seeing hands” wasn’t easy so the approaching officer (of the law) often had the driver place his hands outside the driver’s side window—of which Wulf Gurd did so comply.
	There were not only one officer (of the law) but two; one slinked his way up alongside the big ass custom American heavy duty van while the other hung back at the sneaky non-descript patrol car.  As the officer slinking upside the van came up to the window—
	“Step out of the van, please, sir.”
	Wulf gulped, sweated a little, this could go badly, real badly, to terrible.
	Stepping out of the van there were two surprises—one, Wulf was naked; two, the sneaky officer was female.  She was surprised at Wulf’s nakedness and stunned—unfortunately Wulf was still off his guard and didn’t have a chance to wallop her mind with his nifty mind altering device—which was out of reach anyways.
	Closing her eyes briefly she asked on wavering lips, “W-why are you naked?” and a host of possibilities came to mind.
	But Wulf Gurd (pronounced wolf guard in all one word used together) was quick to respond “I’m fetching a pizza.”
	It was the middle of the night, a little chilly, remote road that ran parallel to a highway that was just minutes from the city limits so it was plausible.  A small outskirts town was behind them with sprawling houses, farm houses, and campsites scattered all about the area.  So making a pizza run at 2AM was plausible.  Not likely, but plausible.
	“W-why are you naked?” she asked.
	Wulf looked down, sighed, leaned against the seat—“Uh, well, you see, I was sleeping, and my wife woke me up wanting a pizza.”
	Officer Mulltrigger stared at him—he didn’t sound drunk, or stoned.  She wrinkled her nose and Wulf could tell by the ambient light provided by Mother Nature that she had a nice pert nose.
	“And a donut.” Wulf added.
	“A pizza?  And a donut?”
	Wulf nodded that it was so.
	Officer Mulltrigger then smiled, “Is your wife pregnant?”
	Wulf looked stunned as possible then struck his head, “Sonofabitch, that’s it!”
	“How was you going to pay for the pizza—and donut?”
	Wulf sighed against and slumped down to the instep shaking his head.
	“Pregnant!  Again!”
	Officer Mulltrigger was put at ease.  Her flashlight lowered and she spoke into her shoulder mounted radio—“It’s alright, Orry, just a guy making a run for his wife.”
	“I do have ID.” Wulf said slowly standing up, yawning, stifling a fart.  Officer-in-training Rita Mulltrigger with HER guard down wasn’t paying attention but looking around ensuring possibly that they were the only ones around.  She had a nice brown pony tail, just under 5’10” (five foot/ten inches) with average weight.  Just under thirty years of age, too.  A generally happy-go-lucky girl, she was a tomboy and a police officer just under six months after graduating from the police academy.  Then,
	‘do you take it up the ass?’
	Startled, Mulltrigger looked questioningly at him.
	‘do you suck dick?’
	Rita’s mouth hung open with puzzlement etched firmly on her brow.
	Unable to see thru the van precisely, Wulf worried slightly about the placement of Mulltrigger’s partner.  Regardless, he had the young woman move up to the van leaning inward pressing herself against the seat.  Wulf then pressed himself against the woman seriously fingering her with the “reach around.”  Thankfully the patrol car spot light had been switched off when Rita got out of the car—she had been driving for nighttime training.  Usually nighttime driving meant interactions with the locals—driving drunk from a bar or kids yanking a car on a joyride OR moonshiners using the back roads to make their runs.
	Wulf fingered the woman pressing his naked hard cock against her ass.  She wore an assorted adornment of official police gear—equipped like Batman!  Cumbersome.  But Wulf found a simple latch disconnected the web utility belt.  Thereafter the rest was simple.  By the time Officer Orlan “Orry” Rubidioux got curious and made his way around—
	Rita Mulltrigger was naked perched on the driver’s seat, right ankle hooked to the open door with the left hooked in the seat belt.  Orlan was stunned so much he couldn’t/didn’t react in time as he should—which was good giving Wulf time enough to further stun the 36yr old man’s mind.  Then,
	‘eat her out.’
	The married man, father of two, ten year veteran of the local constabulary, went to the “Y” and flossed.  Had he always wanted to?
	Yes, yes he did.  Despite being married and a father of two, minutes after being partnered with Rita Mulltrigger he wanted to sink his tongue and cock into her crevice and have his way.  More than once did he have his hands on an EMAD in the evidence locker at the station.  Almost easily could he tuck the gadget away and return “later” after use.
	But he didn’t.
	He maintained integrity and decorum, honesty and respect, decency and morality.  But it was a hard go.  If he could get away with it—yeah, up Rita’s ass, in her mouth, across her face, and most definitely in her cunt.  So much for integrity, respect, and morality.
	But wait!  There’s more!
	‘if you could fuck a twelve year old girl—would you?’
	A slight pause and insight.  Also the definitive answer was “Yes.”
	Orlan, who had a black father and a white mother, had two children; Vance and Crystal.  Vance had just recently turned twelve; Crystal was midway thru her tenth year of life.  
	‘do you DO anything with your girl?’ an inquiring mind wanted to know.
	A slightly longer pause than before with again, the definitive answer being a hearty “Yes!”  Good solid morals.  No penetrations, though—just jerking off onto her dainty little pussy.  That’s all.  Apparently, Crystal was a sound-sound sleeper; especially when doped up on medicinal drugs when ill (or when Officer of the Year slipped her some illegal drugs confiscated from an arrested suspect or the handy-dandy evidence room.  Then, whilst the good wife was working her late night shift, dear sweet daddy worked the girl’s panties down to admire her.  Then, straddling her young body masturbated until expelling a delicious quantity of daddy cum—all over her sweet delicious little pussy.
	Her brother was rubbing his almost teenage dick on her ass while they shared a bathroom.  Their mother busted the boy’s butt while Orlan merely chastised him.  Which was far less than what Wulf got when he did same to HIS sister…
	OH! The plot thickens—or just gets more sticker.

	Shannon Whoabat was aghast at what was happening to her and her family.  And she seemed to be the only one “aware.”  Aware but unable to do shit about it—about taking her clothes off and blatantly openly masturbating AND detailing her sexual exploits with boyfriends AND boys she babysat for.  The admission of her improprieties was embarrassing and shameful—not so much for the ears of her brother and sisters as it was for the naked man in their midst who seemed to “get off” on hearing her sexploits—willingly she sucked off her current boyfriend, gave him a handjob, and let him finger her pussy as well as view it.

	Then, there were two boys under age ten she was fooling with, too—likewise as with the boyfriend with one of those boys getting to get off in her cookie.  The feeling of getting laid was so intense that she was one red cunt hair away from letting her horny boyfriend “get some.”  Providing, of course, he wrapped his rascal.
	There were no inappropriateness concerning her brother whom she saw naked plenty of times.  She even saw the ten year old with a boner!  She frigged herself and sometimes had stray thoughts concerning what it would be like to be naked and sexually active with a girlfriend.
	Wulf Gurd was pleased with the girl’s admission.  Shannon?  Not so much.
	It was no stretch of the mind to realize that the naked masturbating man had used and was using one of those nasty mind altering devices.  It was also no stretch to assume that at some point the naked masturbating man was going to rape her.  That was a given.  First though—
	Ten year old Mark Whoabat, after shucking his clothes, rubbed his penis against his sisters’ faces—eight year old Teresa, six year old Lori, and five year old Katey.  Oh, and, thirteen year old Shannon.  By the time he got to Shannon’s face his ten year old cock was hard-hard-hard.  
	“Suck him.” said the naked masturbating man.  And Shannon felt compelled to do so.  It wasn’t so much as a deplorable thing to do and she was no much disgusted by engaging in such a command.  It was her BROTHER that was the bother.  But not wanting to enrage the naked masturbating man she partook of her brother’s hard schlong and sucked-sucked-sucked.
	“And his balls.” added the man.
	Young Mark didn’t have much in the way of “pubes” on his sac and Shannon rather liked that.  Her boyfriend had a hairy sac and it wasn’t to her liking.  Strangely, Shannon found herself not so horrified at her sucking of her little brother as she thought she would be.  She caressed his ass, cupped his balls, and sucked-sucked-sucked his dick (and balls.)
	Then, Mark went on to lick out his sisters one-two-three-four.  Shannon was a little appalled and somewhat disgusted.  Messing with her was on thing, doing so to the girls was something else again.  Mark, though, didn’t seem to be bothered leaving Shannon to assume he was a little more willing than he should and probably (most likely) more overwhelmed by the masturbating man’s electronic device.  Teresa, Lori, and Katey, also seemed to be more susceptible to the nifty gadget.  They giggled, blushed, and peed.  Mark never minded the “pee”—little sister Katey had “peed” whilst he licked her little cunny out.  He seemed to delight in doing so and when he came to big sister Shannon—
	A gasp.
	Fingering herself was one thing, BEING fingered was one thing—she had no idea that being licked out could be so—so—so invigorating! 
	Of course, there was that naughty bit of being licked out by her own brother.
	Then, after the tongue lashing there was the fucking.
	Mark went first.
	Shannon’s mind went a little blank as her little brother boned her.  He wasn’t a good fuck but he hadn’t a lot of experience at it, either.  He did pump and enjoy the deed; he giggled a lot and his little pecker popped out but he managed to do the job just the same.  Shannon smoothed her hand over his smooth ass and rallied between enjoying being fucked by her own brother and no-so-much enjoying being fucked by her own brother.
	There was no denying, however, the pleasure derived from being fucked (regardless if it was from her own brother.)  The girl’s nipples stiffened and she was no longer in control of herself; she was already no longer in control of her mind.  She bucked back into her brother suddenly finding herself with her mouth full of man cock.
	She sucked and sucked and sucked—then sucked some more.  One hand worked the manly organ, fondled the hairless sac, and sucked and sucked and then sucked some more.  Mark went on to straddle her chest placing his well enthused penis between her young teenage titties.  Schooled on the art of titty fucking the boy humped his sister’s mounds shooting his second load of boy spunk onto her face.  His FIRST load was blown into the girl’s pussy…
	With a hard-on still raging he went on to lick out and then fuck his eight year old sister, Teresa.  Wulf was very pleased and caressed the boy’s ass whilst he humped; Shannon was confused and not entirely certain what was going on or who was doing it.  What she saw didn’t make sense.
	Teresa was, of course, a virgin.  There was a little coating of broken cherry juice on Mark’s schlong easily cleaned by discarded panties.  Wulf fingered the girl’s cunny, then stood her up hugging her to himself; making small circles on her darling butt enthused him and he drove his tongue into her mouth.  Meanwhile, Mark was on to the next sister, six year old Lori.
	Wulf’s cock stiffened all the more—all the harder watching as the naked young boy licked out the little girl’s pussy.  When after he had licked his fill he went on to lay on the girl grinding his cock against her slit firstly before plunging into the girl’s sex.  Wulf’s cock exploded against Teresa’s pussy—of which he had Shannon lick it clean.
	Then, Shannon was made aware of another boy, a twelve year old.  After working his penis, sucking it, she lay down and “took it.”  The naked masturbating man rubbed the boy’s ass, spanked it, then positioned himself behind the boy whereas he could see the “penetration”.
	The boy shuddered and made deep vaginal penetrations; he made announcements—“I’m cumming!” and other outbursts that were unknown to human tongue.
	When Rifle pulled out he shot an amazing strand of spunk up Shannon’s body.  More of his spunk pooled on her sopping wet cunny.  The boy lay off to one side of her with his pud leaking more spunk against her thigh.  Shannon lay heaving with her mind and body in a blurry whirl of mixed emotions—none of which she had ever experienced before.
	Wulf worked his own organ and was going to take it to the fresh fucked sweating heaving girl—then heard a noise like a car rolling up.
	Damn—he hated distractions.

	Very muchly did Officer of the Year Orlan want to eat out his daughter.  A moral fiber prevented him from being an animal—but it was a toughie.  He loved his girs but wanted to be a scumbag just a little.  There was no inclination to be a scumbag with his son.  Shoving his fuck stick into thirteen year old Shannon and Orlan thought nothing more than doing so to his ten year old daughter, Chrystal.
	Meanwhile, Officer Rita lay out with Rifle sinking his bone into her you cock hungry cunt followed immediately by Mark.  Then Wulf himself got his turn bringing the young officer to orgasm minutes later.  Her pussy was way “wet”; she quivered as the young boys boned her, she shuddered as Wulf’s talented dick dicked her.
	Rita lay heaving; nipples hard, pussy leaking cum.  Her thoughts were to her own mired in a myriad of mashed feelings she had seldom experienced.  Her pussy would never be the same.  Unquenchable.  Rita Mulltrigger’s sopping wet cunt was unquenchable.  She heaved, frigged herself, and desired more (dick).
	Moral fibers?  Never heard of them.  Orlan found sinking his cop dick into ten year old Bell delightful.  More than delightful—invigorating.  And even more than that!  With the young girl he looked her over as if he were looking over his own child.  Gently he mounted her and gently he entered her.  Cupping her ass he moved gingerly into her sex until he was overwhelmed with the power to fuck.
	Did it matter that she was a mere eight years old?
	Nope!
	And although two boys had priorly entered her she was still “tight.”
	Der!
	Orlan slowly did his thing not making full penetration but just partial.  He pulled out several times along his way to orgasm; humped the slit then re-entered her again—and again—and again until finally the explosion exploded exponentially.  Shannon looked on in some disbelief but other than that her mind was vacant.
	Good thing, ‘cause after Orlan did Teresa he moved on to Lori.
	Meanwhile, Wulf sunk himself into Rita.

	Unbelievable that the “officer of the year” AND father of two could be so callus as to lay his naked manhood against the lovely six year old.  But he did.  Thirteen year old Shannon was “aware” and breathing hard as the naked police officer laid his cock against her sister’s sex—and there he did hump.  The man’s desire to “get off” was intense.  But it was more than simply “getting off.”  It was more than a simple desire.  A conquest?  A “just because” I can?  
	Wulf gave Rita the best fuck of her life—all the while she sucked off on Rifle’s cock.  Orlan gouged Lori’s poon but mostly laid his prick against her and humped until shooting a load of spunk.  It wasn’t much but there was a bit o’ mess spilled thereon.  Wulf picked the little girl up and settled her onto Rita’s face whereupon the young woman licked off the spilled splooge.
	Rifle moved on to sink his puddling into Katey’s quim.  The five year old yelped as she was breeched but her young mind was well numbed.  Shannon’s mouth dropped and was in total aghast.  Orlan masturbated and watched the boy fuck—his eyes were mesmerized and Wulf began to weave a “new way of life” into the man’s mind.

*

Second Banana Side-Kick Union
	Locking eyes with very aware Shannon Whoabat, Wulf Gurd grinded his manhood against five year old naked Katey.  The little girl was not aware of the grinding—or the fact that her brother, another boy, and another man had done likewise.  And both boys had not only grinded against her sex but entered therein, too.  Wulf took his time, he had it to do with as he wished.  The feeling of explosion was there but not the “evidence.”  Shannon lowered her head shaking it sadly.  Wulf chuckled to himself and gouged the littlest Whoabat’s pussy.  It had been a good day.

	And Wulf’s friend, sidekick Alex Jacksum was also having a good day.  
 	Here’s why:
	‘Undo your pants.’
	The girl he had just picked up from the ice cream parlor.  Supposedly, for her tenth birthday other people were supposed to be there for a “surprise” party for her—the surprise was on her—no one showed.  It was possible, however, she was at the wrong ice cream parlor—there were more than one in the town so anything’s likely.  After a hour of waiting the birthday girl shuffled outside—full of ice cream and despondency to lean unhappily against the lee side of the shoppe.  There was the street in front and a side street, then the lee side where the alley was.  Also, Alex Jacksum and his family van.

	The birthday girl undone her not-so-tight non-jean pants and didn’t make a fuss about it.  After picking the young girl up the van made way to another locale out of sight of prying security cameras.  Gia was a pretty girl, average size, shoulder length bouncy brown hair, Italain/American/Mexican heritage, and in complete compliance with Alex’s electronic device.
	With a sigh he continued:
	‘Take your pants down—to your ankles.’
	Compliance!
	Alex was elated; the readouts on his Device were all green, the wavering indicators on the small LCD screen indicated all was well—the girl’s mind was his to control, manipulate, command.  And his next command was a dousy:  ‘Take your panties down—to your ankles.’
	If she did that then he was in like sin.
	She did.  He was.
	Letting out another sigh, Alex let out his cock.  Gia was mesmerized and “not aware.”  In the family area of the family van (with the shades down (and windows tinted heavily) security was good.  The birthday girl was naked—just the way Alex liked ‘em.  He took a few minutes to look the girl over as she lay poised on a super comfy seat that laid down for “sleeping.”  Small tiny minute hairs were coming in on the girl’s poon.  Alex could just about count them.  Her pussy was puffy indicating virginity.  His cock was hard indicating readiness.  The girl stared up to the blue vinyl tucked ceiling.  Alex stared at the nakedness of the girl lusting heavily.  And at length, after much ado about gazing and admiring he put his tongue to her smooth snatch and made love to it.
	A slight hint of pee.  He didn’t mind—it only enticed him.  Gia wiggled some but remained otherwise mindless.  Alex eased a finger into her dirt chute and massaged her poon with his thumb while continuing to lick, suck, and engulf her sex.  Minutes later and he was mounting her easing his manhood into her sex.
	Gia made a face, moaned, and bulged her pretty eyes—but continued to be mind locked and unaware.  Alex drove his cock into her, cupped her delightful ass, and took his time initially in the act that was fucking.
	Yea, she was a virgin.  Her pussy was delightful—as was all virgin pussies.  He slowly made his way to his ultimate goal, pulling out now and then to hump the gash, poke the virgin pooter, then back into the girl’s sex to “get after it” and complete the deed.
	A great quantity of man goo squirted deeply into the girl’s cunt recess.  Alex let out a massive sigh of relief and continued furiously to fuck “her brains out” until there was no more.  The sensation was sensational!  There was a mess, pussy juices, broken cherry juices, his juices—no prob, using the girl’s undies he cleaned her up, massaged/fingered her pussy some more, then re-fucked her.  What a guy!

	Alex Jacksum; father, uncle, warehouse worker.  He wasn’t father of the year or employee of the year—he was, in fact, Scumbag of the Year.  And he was proud of it—he excelled in his diabolical ways if not wallowed in the mire that was heinous debauchery.  After Gia there was Arlene.  She was two years older but looked about the same age as Gia!  She wore a bra but didn’t need to; twin pig tails, light brown hair, a flat face—to go with her flat chest; but still, at twelve years young she had potential.
	It was that face that got Alex’s attention—so bright, so sunny.  She was a nerd/geek; she excelled in computer programs and was often in trouble for hacking issues.  And in the day and age of perverts running rampant with electronic mind altering devices it was well known to all not be alone—ever!  Arlene seemed to shun that happenstance and go for a pizza on her own.
	Bad move.
	The distance between Arlene’s home and the pizza joint was just a couple of blocks; one up and two down to be exact.  Living in a neighborhood whereas the income of the peoples therein were moderate did little to curb perverts.  But then again that wasn’t where Arlene was “acquired.”
	Pizza joints and arcades were the heaviest places for “acquisitions.”  Of course, there were security issues but those only helped when the Subjects also took security measures for themselves.  There, too, were undercover peoples—both in law enforcement as well as private.  Still, if one (pervert) wanted something badly (subject) then it was a done deal.
	Arlene was on a mission—pizza!  She had been at home hard at work on her latest escapade—hacking into the school’s computer to change grades.  However, she was asked to do so by the school’s administration.  She was also working on designing a video game program and other minor things regarding computerism.  The girl’s preoccupation with her computer geekiness and fetching a well deserved pizza distracted her enough for Alex “acquire” her.
	She wore a simple summery rust colored tank top with reddish jean shorts.
	A happy-go-lucky kid, incredibly intelligent—as far as math and science and anything related to a computer.  Social skills?  Nah.  English?  Not so much there, either.  History, biology, forget it.  Alex looked her over; flat chested didn’t bother him—he liked ‘em that way (as he had stated to his friend, Wulf, one night after meeting one another for the first time at a mutual friends.)  The two had stood outside at the curb for hours into the wee hours of the night discussing their likes, girls specifically and “young girls”.
	“Flat chested and hairless.” was Wulf’s statement.  Alex knew he had found a friend (who wouldn’t admonish him for his abnormal likes.)
	After arriving at a desolate secure locale and “testing” his latest procurement, they moved to the back of the van.   There and the bright faced girl was stripped of her clothing one piece at a time.  Alex was enthralled.
	He trembled somewhat as he removed the Arlene’s panties—there was a slight light covering of pubes on her poon—a nice smooth virginal poon.  Alex’s lips trembled; she wasn’t too flat chested, she wore a trainer but it really wasn’t necessary—just small “mounds” on her chest.  Alex took his time, the air conditioning soothed them and in the remote desolate area he had pre-chosen was perfect.
	Her furry pussy was delightful; it was intoxicating!  He licked and engulfed the “whole thang” with thrusting of his tongue into the virgin entrance and a finger up the equally virgin pooter.  His cock was more than ready.  But still he licked and sucked the girl’s cunt before introducing it to his meaty schlong.  Arlene made a small yelp as the masterful prong invaded her—her pretty eyes bulged and face took on a look of shock.
	Expertly, though, Alex guided his member into her sex going in just so far then pulling out to hump the slit before going back in another inch or so.  He took his time making near full vaginal entry before the pumping began.  It couldn’t be helped or put off any longer—he had to pump.  The sensations were too much to ignore.  The young girl withered as she was drilled.  Alex cupped her ass and got busy with the fucking and soon was shooting a massive lot of spew DEEP into the girl’s quim.
	Using her panties he cleaned off his dick and then her pussy.
	Thereafter, after a beer and a package of snacks he probed her asshole.
	Still taking his time he let his fudge packer rest and watched in sadistic glee as he cum oozed out of her asshole; with her legs lifted up the angle was just right for such viewing.  He had very nearly mastered making full anal entry but was sated with what he had managed.  There was still time—there was always time.
	He saw—he came—he came some more—he conquered.  He was delighted with young girls—little girls.  But he also enjoyed older girls, pre-teens specifically.   They were most times easier to fuck for one.  There was joy in playing with their young developing mounds, fingering their usually virgin pussies, and enjoying their delectable young bodies as a whole.  Young girls, under ten, under eight, even younger tantalized him to no end.  They made his cock ache.  Usually there was little in penetration save for “in the mouth”; but that was ok, he got a significant work out humping and grinding against them.  What a guy!
	
Horsing around
	To look at Alex Jacksum one wouldn’t think he was a bad sort, a little bit of a pudge, in his 40’s, late 30s, medium sized, not quite six feet tall, huge blond mustache he vowed never-ever to shave, very blue eyes.  He was jovial, friendly, knowledgeable about English lit, especially all things Shakespearean and Tolkien.
	He was also like Seth Strangle.

	Like Seth The Strangler!, Alex’s method of snuffing life was while doggie styling the Victim he drew tightly the white window sash cord.  Like Seth, he gave little to no thought about the deed; he just pumped until empty then made his way from the scene leaving little to no evidence.  Often the “scene” was in the middle of a particular forest; there, at the base of a large boulder was a natural cave that curved under itself then went down into the earth almost fifty meters.  A pool of water was at the bottom—if you managed to survive the fall it was a bitch to climb out of.  It WAS the perfect place to “deposit” unwanted objects—dead or alive.
	While making his way out of the rough there was the unmistakable scent of horse shit.  An accompanying whinny convinced him.  Deviating from his planned course back to his ride Alex slinked his way thru the woods coming upon a curious scene:  two girls and a horse.
	The girls, like the horse, were naked.
	Alex’s interest was piqued—and then some!
	No one was around—just the girls and the naked horse.  The area was remote, sublime, perfect—for hanky-panky with a horse!  Alex had heard of girls getting it on with their favorite pet—a dog, a goat, and then other exotic animals.  But never—never—never had he heard of a girl and a horse!  But there before him were two who were.
	Both girls had good qualities; one was a teenager—which was a major plus for Alex; the other was a woman in her early thirties thereabouts.  The teen was very tan, long single braided blond ponytail, shapely body, approximately fifteen years young.  Nice-nice titties, a furless snatch, long limbs, and no qualms about sucking off a horse dick!
	The woman was short in height, robust—in that she knew her way around horses, rodeos, ropes, maybe chains and whips?  Nice round orbs, smiling and laughing, short bouncy hair of dirty blond, and also hairless on her poonpie.
	They shared the one horse—fifteen year old Christine handled the horse’s lengthy dong while pressing her fine young naked body against his side while  Lacey caressed Christine’s fine young teen body, fingered herself, and seemed to go either way (in that she was horny for both teenage girl and horsey.)
	Then, slowly, after much handling of “Garth’s” cock, Christine knelt down and rubbed the lengthy dong all over her sweet teenage face.  Then she kissed the head and then—THEN sucked on it!  She did!  Garth seemed somewhat delighted as he shivered his withers and pranced his back feet.  Christine then moved to position herself underneath the mighty beast laying on a nifty positioned angled log.  There the silly girl glided the horse’s cock against her pussy.
	Alex was awed.  It took a lot to “awe” Alex; the birth of his children, his tax bill, a promotion at work, his mother-in-law declining moving in with him.  But watching a teenage girl spreading her legs and engaging beastly with a horse was a topper.
	Lacey then began to help out; taking holt of Garth’s cock she gouged more earnestly the stiffened schlong to the teen’s cunt all the while fingering herself.  Christine began to buck as she was fucked.  Garth whinnied, swished his tail, and continued to prance.  The angle of the dangle was such that Alex was in prime viewing position to see the beast’s cock entering partially into the teen girl’s pussy.
	It was mind blowing.
	Not all of the horse dong, of course, but a couple of inches!  Lacey worked the horse cock taking the head to go all over the teenager’s hairless poon before working-working-working the head back into the girl’s cunt where after a few minutes there was a hellacious event.
	Christine bucked all the harder trying-trying-trying to get the horse dick further into her snatch.  It was amazing.  And more amazing was Lacey going down on the girl’s cummy cunt!
	Alex couldn’t breathe.  He couldn’t think.  Garth the Mighty had blasted an enormous amount of horsey cum into/onto the teenage girl’s cunt and immedeiately thereafter did Lacey “go down” on her licking/cleaning it wholly.  It was mind boggling.  She sucked on Garth’s squirting schlong, too, but completely licked clean Christine’s snatch.
	Could it get any better?
	Christine fingered herself—fingered herself—fingered herself; Garth stepped off to one side swishing his tail, whinnying, carrying on somewhat like a man after having a dramatic fuck with some hottie—or young girl.  Lacey settled herself onto Christine’s cunt—her cunt to Christine’s cunt and grinded there.  Then, slowly, she moved up placing her also hairless cunt to the girl’s face.  Christine clamped her hands to Lacey’s ass and devoured her womanly poon causing the woman to swoon.
	Alex was beside himself.
	Lacey soon turned about and laid herself down on her teenage friend and the two engaged in a lovely girl-girl 69er.  It pleased the spying Alex.  More pleasure came when for Lacey’s turn with Garth the Mighty she assumed the doggie-style position ‘neath the great beast and Christine glided/guided the horse’s dong to her asshole!
	It was amazing.
	Alex walked away in a stupor.  He had never believed he would ever see such a thing.  Growing up, he thought he’d never see the things he had seen—like his neighbor grandpa doing his granddaughters—young granddaughters; or the neighbor behind his house spanking his teenage daughters.  Or that fateful day when he came across the device that would forever change his life.

	When Alex was twelve he was grabbing up stacks of burlap bags and placing them on the shelf above the workers who would use them—potato shed environment whereas before automation the “workers” were graders, stackers,  sewers, jiggers, and other associated warehouse jobs keeping people employed thru the hot sweltering summer months.
	A “sewer” was one who sewed the burlap sacks once they were filled with fifty to one hundred pounds of spuds; a jigger was the one who stood filling those sacks, one at a time, for hours at a time.  The filled sacks then were knocked off onto a conveyer belt to be loaded five at a time onto handcarts that muscle bound fellows then carted into waiting cold storage train cars.  Alex’s dad was a sewer, his mom was a grader.
	When Alex was sixteen he began working more full time at the shed in the box area; boxes (of spuds) were loaded onto a pallet 25 at a time with boxes weighing 25 pounds—then loaded into a train car via forklift.  It was back breaking bone weary work but it was a job.  And it was far from boring—save for those times when it was boring.  And this one time when it seemed like it was going to be boring—in walks a truck driver who had just backed into the dock asking “Is this a potato shed?” and there’s like a ton of spilled spuds all over the place.  Alex smart-alecky replied, “No, oranges.” And the trucker got in his truck and left!  He returned half an hour later glaring at Alex as he stomped his way to the office.
	When high school graduation loomed—the prospects for future employment were dim; continue working at the sheds, grab a chainsaw and work in the woods, learn how to drive a truck, or some menial task like that there.  Another option was to join up in the military.
	The money wasn’t good but you got to go around the world, meet new people, kill them (legally!)  Sounded good to Alex.  On the day he chose to sign up at the recruitment office—he said NO to the US Marines right off.  He didn’t have anything against them but their ego and extreme measures in training.  The Air Force and Naval recruiters were “at lunch” and so that left the good ole US Army guy.  He was very muchly overweight and having his lunch at his desk.  He happily signed up the 18yr old Alex and Alex wondered if he had made a wise decision.
	Years later and he was still wondering.
	After Basic Training and then subsequent Advanced Individual Training, his next stop was at a coastal army base across the country.  A new environment, a new way of life.  There was a period of adjustment but with Alex’s outwardly personality he quickly made friends.
	Then the Device came into his life.

	While off-duty and on his own time he took his personal vehicle and prowled around the area of the base location—which was located by the ocean.  Here there were several towns and one large city; a main freeway, and lots of places for an up and cumming pervert to get into trouble.
	One day while cruising on a back road that somewhat encircled the army base and skirted farms and small-small towns, Alex came upon a medium sized delivery van that earlier had cut him off in a township that butted right up against the army base.  Alex had been irked but the box van had made the light and Alex didn’t risk blowing the light.
	Then, after the delivery truck had gone out of sight—it was out of Alex’s mind—until suddenly there it was again right in front of him.  Thing was, the van’s door was not secure and an object dropped out of it when the truck sped up passing slower traffic.  An oncoming vehicle narrowly missed getting ploughed then struck the dropped object but went on.
	Alex scooped the object up from the road—which was a duffle bag similar to his own military issued one.  A toss into his car and he was with the intent to catch up to the van and return said object.  However, the van made the cross connecting freeway and was hauling ass in some big hurry.
	“Fuck it.” said Alex dryly—“it’s mine now.” And pulling off the back road to have a looksee gave Alex a reason to live.  Inside the duffle bag were stacks and stacks of money.  Bank wrapped monies of twenties, fifties, and hundreds.  He never counted the money but guesstimated there was probably close to a million bucks therein.
	The other objects were a 45 automatic w/silencer; a 9mm Glock, a shotgun, a stun gun, and a black box containing what looked like a diminutive TV remote control.  In a heart beat and did Alex make tracks back to his base and park where he didn’t usually park his POV at the side lot by his barracks.
	The money was one thing—the guns?  Wow.
	The Device?  Double wow—but at the time he had no idea what the strange gizmo was.  And at the time the “gizmo” was new and just coming onto the market plaguing the world and its inhabitants.
	Some of the money he kept depositing some in his pitiful bank account but realized that he shouldn’t lest he get the wary eye of the revenuers.  The rest he gave to local charities.  The homeless centers got a lot, so did the food bank, and then some small churches.  Alex had a problem with big churches; the preachers who wore five hundred dollars suits and drove expensive cars.  He believed that it was alright for the Almighty to look kindly on his servants and reward them for their duty but Alex believed, too, there was a limit.  A preacher just shouldn’t be wearing five hundred dollar suits or driving fifty thousand dollar cars—it wasn’t right.
	Quite a bit of the monies went to his parents.  A little at a time.  A time was something Alex spent all his free time deciphering the workings of the Device.  The “guns” were dropped into the sewer and off the pier into the ocean.  He was sure for certainty that the duffle bag’s contents were a result of a robbery.  Drugs or bank were involved.  And more for certainty someone was in BIG trouble for losing the bag.  Alex was sure then that those who lost the goods were searching-searching-searching retracing their steps.  It was thought wise to keep himself and car on the base for awhile.
	No problem, he took the local transit into town, rode with his buddies, or walked.  And when not doing those things to unwind from the rigors of being in the military—he was studying the mysteries of the gadget now in his possession.
	That took six months.
	Then, an additional two months to “get to know” the Device and use it.
	During this time he made friends with a fellow soldier and began spending lots of free time with him—and his wife.  His wife and young daughter, Angela.  And the wife was pregnant, again; but it wasn’t sure if it was friend, Robert’s doing—or Alex!  You see, after becoming friendly with Robert, Alex also became “friendly” with Mary—but it was ok with Robert (and no, the EMAD was not used in any coercion efforts.  Robert was a pervert and thusly had managed to steer his usually frigid and unsure wife into the wild wicked world of debauchery.  She usually wasn’t anal and not so much into oral—but Robert convinced her and she usually gave in to his horny ways.
	Popcorn and porn.
	When a babysitter could be arranged and neither Alex or Robert were on some sort of duty the trio often went out to dinner on a Friday and/or Saturday.  After dinner (or sometimes they skipped dinner) they merged to the local adult theatre for some serious viewing of porn on the wide screen.  Thereafter they sometimes snagged a raunchy video and went home to watch it.  Mary was a good egg and willing got naked with Robert and Alex.  This led to getting double poked like the actors on the big screen and video.
	This led to more and more engagements; more and more positions, group showers, sleeping in the same bed—although there was little sleeping, spankings, water sports, and stuffing the same hole with two dicks!
	One day, Mary was off with some girlfriends leaving hubby and Alex to mind the child.  During the time there were discussions of the abnormal nature—specifically the EMAD and “flat chested/hairless” likings of girls.  Robert, as it turns out, liked girls who were “flat chested and hairless.”  He was wiry and sheepish about exposing his like but felt safe enough in their 6 month relationship to do so.  As for EMADs—what would he do with one if he had one?
	A broad grin led Alex to believe that if he could he would have some sort of naughty business with his daughter—then other peoples’ daughters.
	‘so, if you could FUCK your daughter, Angela—would you?’
	Sort of.  No vaginal or anal penetration but he WOULD go in her mouth.
	He seldom gave his daughter a bath—when he did he had a hell of a hard-on to deal with.  He wanted to take a bath with her.  He wanted her to jack him off.  He wanted to grind against her pussy and cum on her face.  What a guy!
	Slowly and did Alex integrate his new friend with the fact that he DID have such a mind altering device.  It was low-key and its functions limited—but it did enough to waylay a Subject’s mind whereas those things of Robert’s desires could be met.
	So, while Mary was away—
	It was despicable, deplorable, downright disgraceful—like with Sam Bananana, in the bathroom with pretty brown haired Angela Daddy Robert and “uncle” Alex got the little tyke naked readying her for her bath.  Robert was not aware of being “touched” by the EMAD—he was, just slightly to put him at ease with the shenanigans that were proceeding.  The desire to molest his child was there and it was great—but the man was just sheepish and unsteady about how far he would go with that desire.
	Angela was completely touched—and how!
	Alex enjoyed looking an Angela in her undies—lavender in colour and not so tight.  Sure he would have likened her to be slightly older, ten at least.  But, he was a pervert most high and it mattered little that the girl in her undies before him was merely six.
	Once the lavender panties were slipped down her small legs she was laid out on the floor.  Robert, grinning, embarrassed, hauled out his cock while Alex stripped off his clothes.  Angela was all so cute laying out nakedly on the bathroom floor.  Alex had no problem gouging his friend into the heinous act of extreme naughtiness—laying on his child grinding his cock against her sex.
	Alex masturbated and was in awe at the power of the minding device.  In his time of knowing Robert it was learned that though he had the unnatural desires to molest Angela, he simply wouldn’t do it.  Mary would kill him, then the military would roast him.  His freedom would be done, bumped out of the army, fined, imprisoned, the whole shebang.
	The EMAD worked beautifully and Robert humped his child—humped his child—humped his child until the orgasmic explosion.  Robert moaned as the ejaculate squirted.  His manhood powerfully had grinded into the innocent slit of his daughter; he shuddered from head to toes finally working his pants and undies down and wallowing in the deceit he had enjoyed.
	No remorse.  Laying off to one side of his child he grinned even more when seeing his sperm soiling Angela’s pussy and belly.  If he could, yeah—he’d fuck her.  Pussy, mouth, asshole.  In order, any time.  But he was a man with a man cock and she was a girl with a girl cunt—a young girl.
	After wiping Robert’s mess off Alex took his turn.  Gliding his cock all over the young girl’s pussy and stomach, chest, the man had no compunction about his doing; straddling her chest he brought her head up to have her kiss the head of his aching smoldering cock before entering her mouth.  Robert didn’t mind—he was not so much under the amazing power of the minding device at that time and was in fact mostly of his own mind.
	Like Robert, Alex blasted a hot heavy load of spunk onto Angela’s cunny gouging the head of his spunk shooter into her slit.  The desire to penetrate her increased but somehow—somehow he managed to curb himself.  Once in the bathtub, the two nude men joined her—and peed on her for that “golden shower” experience.  Both men then fingered her young pussy with great earnest, fingered her asshole, then got her to fully suck them off filling her sweet mouth with gobs and gobs of their sperm.

	Equipped with the mind altering device it was known that no one was safe.  Virtually anyone and everyone met and or encountered could be very well effected and affectively rendered a zombie for Alex and Robert’s debauched cravings.  Robert was completely awed by the nifty gadget; Alex was also.  After what they had done with Angela a couple of days passed before the next stint.
	The next stint
	“Are those made from real lemons?”
	“Are those made from REAL girl scouts?”
	For twelve, Meagan Flowerette was business savvy; she was also cute and taking chances hocking her wares (girl scout cookies) on the fly without help or escort.  As with most military bases there be the associated on-base housing.  Robert had a nice 2-bedroom GI house and one day while Mary was once more away with her girlfriends here came waltzing the young entrepreneur, Meagan.
	The girl was clad in a short pleated avocado green skirt, blazer, simple beige-like blouse, not too flat chested, and a smart business no-bullshit face.  While Robert perused the girl’s wares—the cookies in her red basket, Alex secretly walloped her mind.  No seller of cookies was supposed to go into anyone’s house.  No way—no how.  Alex minded to the girl discovering a new mind working—
	‘go along the side of the house.’
	Surprisingly, the girl made her way between his house and the next one.  There was no fencing, just open yards with a huge backyard being one for everyone.  Lots and lots of trees.  Alex fretted that she would be seen entering the backdoor but it was midday so maybe she wouldn’t.
	Once inside and Robert quickly closed the drapes and curtains.
	Meagan stood absolutely still.
	Angela was with her mother so the house was for the boys to play.
	And play they did.
	‘take your panties—down.’
	Alex held his breath; Robert held his eyes—on Meagan and watched in utter awe as the girl “reached up” under her skirt and tugged down her panties taking them to her knees.  Her face was calm, stoic.  She breathed but that was about all.  Alex pulled out his cock and blatantly masturbated before the motionless girl.  She did nothing—no screaming or freaking out.  Nothing.
	Alex and Robert did a lot—like get naked.
	Alex then stood up against Meagan looking her over—closely.  Robert casually masturbated watching in fascinating awe.  After caressing Meagan’s supple breasts (thru her blouse) the vest was removed followed by the blouse.  A nice pinkish bra was there containing her supple breasts—the girl made no noise or actions as her bra was unhitched and dropped to the floor followed by the unzipping of her skirt.
	If she had been herself she would have certainly freaked the fuck out—two naked men; one masturbating, one undressing her, would have certainly been some cause for alarm.  But Meagan remained steadfast and still.  Alex caressed her butt, squeezed a cheek then began fingering her pussy; his cock hard as a rock pressed against her hip.  And then on and on it went with both horridly naughty obsessed men having their way with the girl at their leisure.  Fondling and fingering were the mainstay; Alex was more intent with the fingering with his cock against her butt—angled downward between her cheeks.
	Robert fondled the girl’s breasts and rubbed his equally hard cock against her belly also taking her hands to fondled his cock and balls.  The girl stood motionless staring straight thru him.
	Slowly, Alex pushed the girl down to her knees…

Yer in the Army now!
	“You’re in the Army Now!” stated the caption on the full sized floor length mirror.  What a concept.  After checking himself in the mirror it was time to hustle to the forming formation outside the barracks.  It was O’Dark Thirty Hours—or Oh Six Hundred to you none military blokes.
	Being in a non-war time service to country time in service was not so tough.
	Basic training was lame and not very rigorous as thought.  AIT (Advanced Individual Training) also not so tough and also rendered “lame.”  It was the transition from Civilian life to Military life that was the kicker.  Adjusting to a new way of life and associating with non-whites also played a factor in adjustment.  But to survive and get along he did adjust and did get along.  Then across the country away far away from home was a big stretch of adaptation and serious adjustment.
	Fort Howdidigethere was an old established fort from the beginning—WWI and it was an assemblage of a few barracks, an air field, and a training field.  During WWII it became a bit more.
	By the time Alex came along there was OLD Howdidigethere and the new section of a much larger PX and associative support businesses plus the new hospital and barracks.  In the older section of the base the buildings therein were mostly from the 40s; barracks, training buildings, supply, and storage.  The new section had newer materials, lawns, and parking lots for Personally Owned Vehicles.
	Alex was part of a unit that was for to upset the operations of the rest of the unit—OpFor (Opposing Forces.)  Alex worked magic in radio as well as landline operations—specifically hard wire.  The unit as a whole was not “hardcore” as some other units he could have fell into.  Other units were at first formation by 5AM!  After formation—which was called mostly to check to make sure everyone was present, explain the duties of the day, a little bitching, checking uniforms, and a little exercise; then it was chow time.
	From chow time to work time; an easy transition where most of the unit dispersed to their “jobs”.  Alex’s was at an old building where he repaired radios and wire spools, goofed off a lot, made errands for NCOs he was friendly with, and plotted to get into the pussy of a one Lt. Karen R Harhow.
	When Alex first arrived at Ft. Howdidigethere, Karen Harhow was a 2nd lieutenant.  Six months later and she was promoted to 1rst lieutenant.  A nice woman, short in height, big titties, nice-nice ass.  She smiled and melted every heart (of soldier) she saw/smiled at.  Bouncy blond hair she kept in a tight pony tail; a bouncy body to boot.  She was airborne infantry—taking her 3 tries to do so.  And Alex, and every other soldier in the unit, wanted to bone her.
	At “work”; the building was about a hundred feet long, 25 feet wide, two floors.  The bottom floor held the offices, some storage, and a meeting/bitch-out room, bathrooms.  Upper floor was a wide open floor space for the unit’s “stuff”; tents and equipment for going out into the “field” to play army.
	Now, after “acquiring” the nifty mind altering gadget all that was on Alex’s mind was nailing that hottie honey from Tennessee.  He wanted her and wanted her badly—and—AND had the means in which to do so.  Of course, there were precautions to be had—with the advent of electronic mind altering devices so rampant in the world there, too, were “devices” to counteract their usage.
	With that in mind, Alex slyly checked the building to ensure all was well.
	Even so, dangers of using such a device lurked always.  He had to be mindful at all times when just having the Device on his person—there were random searches for contraband—drugs, booze, and EMADs.  It was a bit of a violation but the soldiers were on a government base so up your rights.  Alex also was mindful should he “acquire” someone via the EMAD in his possession that the Acquired One may have a tracking device of some sort on her person—a hair braid, watch, ring, necklace, barrette, something.

	One day, the conditions were right for Alex.  It was a Wednesday, no 4PM traditional formation at the barracks.  The work building was empty save for Alex and the Subject/Object of his infliction—the damsel Lt. Harhow.  She was in her office, the first room from the front door.  There, too, were two side doors.  And lots of windows.  But the building to the right was not used but stowed with lots and lots of field equipment.  The building to the left was a snack/dinning hall.  There was generous space between the buildings, a lawn and a walkway, too.
	Alex slipped off his heavy combat boots and tread in his green socks slowly encroaching up on the office and the lone officer within.  She was on the phone and writing up a daily report.  The front door was open—it was Sumer type time and no a/c but Nature and a pair of swamp coolers.  Alex slipped up to the water cooler and waited until the conversation on the phone (with her boyfriend!) was concluded.
	Then he heard the chair squeak and thought for a moment she was coming out—and she was!  A quick dash into the cubicle not-an-office slinking behind a file cabinet and the LT walked by making her way to the bathroom at the far end of the building.  Alex sighed and cursed his luck.  He waited—and waited—and then waited some more.
	Did she fall in?
	The woman wasn’t more than 5’7”, slender build (save for those twin bodacious ta-tas.)  hmmmm  ten minutes and nothing.  Maybe she was “doing” something in there—douche?  Time of the month?  Or maybe fingering herself?
	The door open and she waltzed out squashing his thoughts.
	She breezed by and he caught a whiff of her perfume—orange blossoms.
	His cock hardened and upon hearing the chair squeak emerged from the cubicle and positioned himself right up against the door frame.  The door was open and no time like the present.  Still, though, he hesitated.  This was a big deal—mind walloping a civilian was on thing—doing so to an officer?  To the gallows!
	A minute ticked by.
	The chair squeaked—did she just fart?
	Alex’s cock grew stiffer—he had to get into that woman’s ass!
	Holding his breath he brought the nifty mind gadget into play and initiated it.  Watching the wavering brain wave patterns he nearly lost consciousness—forgetting to breathe—as the wavering lines wavered (what else are wavering lines supposed to do?) then the lights flickered all green.
	He waited.
	A minute.
	Another minute.
	Another.
	Then,

	“M’am, I’m headin’ to the company (barracks), anything I can do for you?” 
	Suck up.
	Coming into full view standing at the office’s entrance he saw the beautiful lieutenant sitting calmly at her desk.
	“M’am?”
	She was twenty-six years young.  Twenty-six!  Too pretty to be in the military—but something that her whole family was military so she was kind of stuck regardless of how pretty she was.
	“M’am?” Alex stepped into the office—Lt. Harhow didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge his presence, nothing.
	Like he had done while driving a delivery truck of flowers while a civilian one time coming up to a school bus that was turning—he stuck out his tongue.  The Lieutenant didn’t bat an eye—unlike the pretty eight year old girl in the bus who dropped her mouth and stared in awe as Alex flickered his tongue in an action suggesting something suggestive.  The bus made its turn and Alex powered thru the intersection making steady tracks elsewhere.
	The LT remained still.  She was a good egg, could tell a dirty joke as well as listen to one.  She was somewhat flirtatious but it was all in fun.  Very muchly was she unlike other female lieutenants.
	Casually, just to make sure—Alex brushed his hand to the bulge in his pants.
	Nothing from the LT.
	Sticking his tongue out again he grabbed his bulge like Michael and held his breath.  Those beautiful blue eyes stared straight thru him—like girl scout, Meagan.  His cock ached and demanded attention.  He thought of the girl scout, Meagan, that day in Robert’s house after she had sucked Robert’s cock she had been turned about and while Robert reeled in the incredible suck job Alex inserted his cock and dutifully engaged orally.
	He thought he would melt—and that would have been just fine.  The girl sucked well having never sucked a cock before.  And after she had sucked she was laid out on the kitchen floor and was fucked.  Alex’s cock made first penetration, cupping her ass he guided himself into her virginity feeling his cock swelling beyond constraints as he did so.
	Her asshole was just as delightfully tight.
	“M’am?” Alex stepped closer getting bolder—unzipping his pants.
	When right at the desk,
	‘stand up.’ Some “devices” were so strong that they were able to transmit verbal commands and/or strong thoughts of the User.  Some Device merely had a pre-set list of commands and sub-commands.  Alex’s Device had both making it a very unique item.  Mleep!

	Harhow stood up.
	Alex let out his breath—he had not spoken verbally but communicated his desire thru the machine in his hand.  Slight hesitation on Alex’s part; he heard the water cooler gurgle, a car passed outside, an air horn blew across the street at the 3rd Battalion’s motor pool—it was 17hundred hrs. (5 o’clock).
	‘undo your pants.’
	And Lt. Karen R Harhow undone her pants—and those were some tight-tight fatigue green pants.  Back then, during Alex’s stint in the US Military, camouflage outfits were not the norm.  Good thing, she wouldn’t have been as sexy.  No less desirable but not as sexy.
	The pants were undone and on further command lowered.
	And there she stood in skin tight red panties.
	Alex felt a bit of man juice soiling his undies.
	All he could do for several minutes was stare blankly and mindlessly.
	Then, moving around the desk he moved the chair out of the way and nervously himself tugged the woman’s panties down.  Dat ass!  Lily white, smooth, enticing!  Alex moaned then freed his cock and rubbed it all over the Leuy’s cheeks then up and down the crack.  Alex himself wasn’t so tall, just a few cunt hairs ‘neath being six feet—two meters.
	Soon and Karen was bent over on the desk with Alex behind her his face buried into her butt.  His tongue seriously and furiously tonguing her hole and furry cunt.  And with his cock aching and squirting he made slowly entry from behind easing into the woman’s cunny.
	As soon as he was in he was cumming.
	He couldn’t help it and there was no stopping.  The erection remained and the cum squirt helped slide his manhood in.  Karen made no motion or other indication of awareness—prompting Alex to take it a step further and slap/spank the woman’s ass.
	This would be a real bad time for someone to waltz in thru the OPEN front door!
	No one did.  The only one “coming” was Alex.
	To say the least—shagging Karen Harhow was bombastically fantastic.  Screwing that girl, Meagan, in Robert’s house was pretty awesome.  Messing with Robert’s daughter, Angela—equally awesome.  But sliding his tube into the Lieutenant?  Wow Factor times ten.
	He pumped slow at the beginning but couldn’t maintain that particular pace—he had to increase the motion as the sensation sensationalized his full engorged member.  Not even an axe murderer with a bloody axe in hand bursting up on them could prevent Alex from getting his nut.
	The Leuy just grunted and “took it.”

	It was a good fuck.	
	Sitting back with his sweaty ass against the window sill directly behind the Lieutenant’s behind—he paused to admire the tush.  His cum dripped out from her furry furburger; his cock smoldered but was ready for more action.  Up against the woman’s ass he went—slapping his cock all around.  His hands went busily up under her green fatigue shirt, crisp white undershirt, then bra where he groped those bodacious ta-tas.  His cock slid almost effortlessly into her cornhole.
	A steady pump into the dark recess ensued for several minutes.
	More pleasures came as he came in the Lieutenant’s ass; his mind clouded and his balls emptied.  Spanking came giving him even MORE pleasure—almost more than he could stand!  The sensations of his doings prompted him to whirl the young officer over and get after fondling/groping her titties and driving his cock back into her cunt.
	His cock was a little “dirty” which some time later caused the young officer to be slightly “ill” and to her surprise it was determined by medical exam “fecal” matter the culprit of her illness.  It was not, however, determined “how” so it was guessed improper wiping.  Alex and Robert continued to fuck Mary’s brains out as well as have their way with Angela.  Robert was transferred to an overseas military post ending that narly escapade.  Alex cooled his heels from assaulting the general public wherever he went—on base as well as the surrounding communities.
	He did, however, nail the Lieutenant—one more time!
	Up on the 2nd floor of their work building; when the conditions were right, when no one else was around and gone for the day, Alex rendered the hapless woman nude.  And he did so while she was still in her office!  The doors were shut (and locked).  The grungy windows were of some concern but one would have to be right up against the right window peering in to see anything—but with cubicles and stuff piled up against the windows there was little chance of catching something “interesting.”
	Once Karen was naked he walked her up to the 2nd floor—carrying her clothes.  The thing was to see just how incredibly powerful the gadget in his hand was—the EMAD speaking.  He was amazed and genuinely awed beyond belief.  The woman stripped off ALL of her clothes right before the masturbating specialist rank 4 without so much of a bat of an eye.  Then off to the upper floor she went with no hesitation what so ever.
	The EMAD was indeed a very powerful tool.
	Alex’s personal tool was powerful, too; and once the young sexy woman with big titties was lain down on a pile of tents he inserted his “tool” and tooled her.  Fucking Robert’s wife, Mary, was one thing—and she was willing.  Boning Lt. Harhow—unbelievable.  Her mind was locked out from knowing she was being boned—and Alex had to wonder if she wouldn’t mind getting dicked by an enlisted?
	The fuck was a mind blower.  Her pussy was cock hungry and though she was getting some on the side from a boyfriend—and it was also long thought she was getting stuffed by the company’s main man, the captain, Lieutenant Harhow’s hole was tight-snug-tight.
	Alex enjoyed several blissful minutes boning the woman; pulling out and gouging her cunt, placing her legs up along his chest and drilling her dirt chute, spanking her cummy cunt, and sending himself into a euphoric ride like never before.

*
Zeig Heil!  Zeig Heil!
View from the bottom of something scummy
	After a good year and then some at Ft. Howdidigethere, Alex was transferred overseas—a military custom for all its employees.  And Germany was Alex’s next stop.  The EMAD did not go with him but wisely stayed behind at his parents’ house.  There were incidences in Germany where he could have really enjoyed himself—also incidences where he could have really gotten into trouble.
	As it happened, though, he met a one Arrow Stonehart.
	Like Alex, Arrow was in communications—the disruptive kind.
	Like Alex, Arrow was in perversions most high—the naughty kind.
	Like with Robert back in the states it took a little time to get to know Arrow.
	Like Alex, like with most (all) Main Characters and sub-characters, Arrow had an EMAD.  Unlike Alex’s EMAD, Arrow’s mind altering device lacked some sophistication.  It was gangly, bulky, looked spacey—science fictiony from the early 1950s sci-fi movies.  It was, in fact, a prototype.
	“How well does it work?” Alex wanted to know.
	Arrow smiled—a devious deviant kind of smile and the two struck off on their shared day off to infiltrate the German city their military base Wherethefuckaminow.  In their day-clothes (street wear) and armed with some German language they sought to “fit in” with their German hosts.  They firstly indulged in some sturdy German beer at a local German beer hall.  They strove not to get too drunk as they had a “plan” for their day that did not include being arrested by the local constabulary (polezei).
	To begin their quest they sighted in on a little girl.  Natch.
	She was alone, short kiddie dress, light brown hair, under ten years young, older than five years young.  And alone—actually a little lost.  There was concern on her face as she strove to get her bearings.  There was concern on Alex’s face as he strove to determine if she was a ruse—someone put up to scope out perverts on the prowl such as himself.

	“Whattya think?” asked Arrow.
	Alex liked the girl; she was very pretty, small, “flat chested and hairless.”
	The place was downtown, lots and lots of little quaint shops visited and frequented by both Americans and Germans.  The road was a two laner in both directions, a car lot was nearby, a park on the opposite side of the shops, a pub here, a pub there, restaurants, and the like so and so forth.
	There were lots and lots of folk about; kids, teens, adults, Germans, Americans—a busy day on that day with many shops having outdoor sales of clothes, music, and then everything else.  No sign of police.  Alex preferred acquiring a Subject who was a little more—alone.
	Oh well.
	Arrow slyly activated his mind altering device from an alcove of a pub “acquiring” the Subject.  Once done the girl was “directed” to walk down the sidewalk and into the alley.  Then down the alley to the next street where they backed up back into the alley upon seeing some walking police officers.
	And just as it happened there was a metal door ajar—Arrow checked it for security purposes and beckoned Alex in (with their Subject in tow).  A store room of sorts—books and books and books; boxes, crates, and all the makings of a bookstore store room—long long since empty empty and/or abandoned.  Alex shut the door blocking it with a crate.
	There were no windows but a couple of other doors.
	No sounds were from the other side of the doors but crates were put in place “just in case.”  A light switch was found and there be light!
	Arrow sighed and settled on his knees before the stunned mindless little girl.
	Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y he slipped his hand up the little girl’s dress.
	She did nothing in response.
	Alex sighed and settled to his knees behind the girl—Heather.
	Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y and did Arrow tug down Heather’s panties; they were powder blue in color.  Alex raised her dress.  Arrow smiled and cupped her bare butt, then licked his lips and gazed into her eyes.  Alex lifted off the dress, Arrow tugged the girl’s undies on down to her ankles then stepped her feet out of them rendering her—naked.
	Arrow stood up, fished out his cock and blatantly masturbated before the mindless girl of eight.  Alex caressed her sides, patted her butt; then “reached around” to finger her bald pussy.  Arrow giggled—then pressed his manhood to the little girl’s face before inserting it into her mouth.  Then, with a hand to the back of her head worked her mouth back and forth on his schlong.
	Laying the tyke down and the two scum holes of the universe ogled her nakedness and contemplated the many-many ways they would defile her.  Arrow went down on her licking her hairless cunny to his delight while Alex humped on her face.
	Stoked and enthused by their devilish deed the pair went on to lay their scum on another girl who was also “lost” and even younger than the previous girl, Heather!  Penny Hereiam was just six years old; blond hair in super-dee-duper curls, and daughter of a US Army major.
	Only minutes—mere minutes after returning Heather to the area where she had gone “missing” and did little Penny fall prey to the hunting predators.  They absconded away with the little one guiding her back to the abandoned bookstore storeroom where no time was wasted in undressing her and getting down to business.  Alex enjoyed a moment, though, of ogling the child while she was still in her panties—basic blue.  Arrow got naked and jerked off against her sweet little face, humped her face, then plunged himself into her mouth whereupon he ejaculated filling her mouth with his splooge.
	Penny made a slight face of distaste but otherwise her young impressionable mind remained steadfastly blank and “unaware.”  Alex lowered the girl’s panties reaching around to finger her very-very virgin pussy.  Arrow watched and flogged his smoldering schlong.  Teenage girls were good, young adult women were good.  Preteen girls were good, tweens were good.
	But young girls, flat chested and hairless—awesome!
	Teenage girls, tweens, preteens, all had potential; they had knobs, knobbies, apple sized titties, a bit o’ hair on their poons, more development, more of a body to love on.  But little girls—they shined!  Their bright faces, their smooth bodies, their innocence beckoned the perv on the street to do his disgusting deed and have his way as he saw fit.
	Alex saw fit to finger-finger-finger the girl’s poon then step her feet out of her panties, turn her about to bring her to him for a hug.  Then he swatted her butt before digging his fingers into her crack.
	Arrow watched as Alex laid the young girl down, opened her legs, then fingered more earnestly her young bald snatch.  Arrow’s cock strengthened but he continued to only watch as his new friend applied his tongue to the child’s bald snatch and licked her out until such time as his cock demanded sincere attention.
	That attention was sated by sincere rubbing/grinding against the girl’s cunt.
	Rub-rub-rub; grind-grind-grind.  Splat!
	The release of seminal fluids was great causing Alex to flutter his eyes and yea his body.  Letting out a moan the man creamed greatly the little girl’s body and at the last minute gouged her young innocent cunny forcing himself into her slit.
	“Go man, go!” urged Arrow.
	And Alex did; his cock though spurting cum was still strong enough to defile Penny paving the way for Arrow to do likewise afterwards.  Alex had managed to get into the girl’s sex just a little.  His cock was not strong enough for full vaginal penetration—but close counts.

	Arrow, however, did have sufficient cock strength and DID make full vaginal penetration.  Thereafter the youngster was positioned across Alex’s knees and she was swatted, spanked, fingered, and sodomized by a very horny Arrow.  Alex followed suit laying the girl on her back pinning her legs back and driving his wicked schlong into her very-very virginal asshole.
	Thereafter the boys went to a German beer hall and got very shit faced.

Dastardly deeds done deep (in da woods)
	Field duty—playing army in the woods.  It wasn’t Alex’s favorite duty but at least he got to be alone and mostly unsupervised.  That was a plus.  Running commo wire thru German woods—not so much.  Thru woods, deep woods, goddamn fucking deep ass gorges, thru culverts, and around German towns.  But at least he was unsupervised.
	While running some communication line to tap into the battalion’s main line he came across a little girl.  Funny how a military event supposedly “secretive” in nature can easily be found by the locals.  While running commo wire thru the woods and nearly getting lost in the process he came upon a young girl.  The girl was not lost; in fact, she was hocking wares!  Breads, puddings, tasty treats and such—a common thing among the locals where military forces in their neighborhood are concerned.  The locals know where the bedraggled foreign occupiers are and go to them with said treats (and supposedly giggle and such about the occupiers, finding them, and selling to them.)  Inside joke.
	Alex was a little flummoxed about being found but enticed by the girl’s offerings—then enticed by the girl.  She was a sweet German girl, dark brown hair full of life as she was herself.  There were adults in the area; a van for with the girl to resupply herself with and seek out other Americans in the woods.
	And there were other “Americans” in the woods; soldiers mostly but others also.  Alex had to be wary of them all as after securing some sweet breads and the like on his own (that being without the aid of the pesky EMAD or Arrow) he assaulted the little ten year old dragging her away into the deeper part of the forest where it was dark, dank, and creepy.
	No remorse.  No conscious thought or dismay about his actions.  The device used in the “assault” was a heavy duty “D” ring used on the front bumper of typical 2 ½ ton military trucks.  The heavy iron “D” ring was used to loft the communication wire high up into the trees (to keep it off the ground so as others could not see/find it.)
	There was a brief moment of pause for his actions; afterwards.  A swift clunk upside the head when the child was distracted and she fell like a rock.  Another pause there was as he knelt beside her.  Carefully and did his hands travel about her young body; the girl made no sounds or movements—she did breathe, though, so that was a good thing.
	Alex held his own breath while he slipped the girl’s pants off followed by her purple tinted panties.  A nice virgin poon greeted him prompting Alex to quickly shuck his pants and undies and mount the girl.  Firstly he grinded against Heather’s cunt; his hands moved up under her clothes finding small-small mounds to fool with.  Leaning down he pressed his lips to the girl’s mouth, rolled his tongue inside her mouth, then raised himself back up to thrust quickly into her sex his throbbing hard-on.
	The girl didn’t even make a face, shriek, grunt, or groan.
	Alex pounded his cock into Heather achieving the ultimate goal in under three minutes.  A hot blast of his goo and the despicable deed was done.  Not over, but done.  There was significant blood, now, on her pussy as well as on the side of her head.  Using her panties he cleaned her up, cleaned off his cock and balls, then assaulted the girl “one more time!”  the cad!
	Upon hearing some un-American voices, though, his further desires were preempted and he stealthily slipped away out of the area and deeper into the woods—the creepy woods.

Whose woods these are---I don’t know
	He was a grown man—a grown man!  When he was a kid, sure there were the typical frights—the monster who lived in his closet, the dark, the dank, the dark, the dark dank, and the monster in his closet (which later on in life was discovered to be the hot water vessel gurgling making “monstrous” sounds.
	But as a grown man, Alex Jacksum had long since overcome his trepidations of dark places.  So he thought.  Alex slipped away from the child’s pesky parents and siblings and entered in a part of the forest not even the locals entered.
	Alex noted right off—no sounds.
	No birds.
	No woodpeckers pecking.
	No birds tweeting.
	Nothing.
	Creepy.
	Coming to a creek he stooped to get a drink, noted the frog on the log nearby and somehow decided “Nah, I think not.” and passed on refreshing himself.  The woods were deep—but not dank.  Green seriously green were the woods; moss and other assorted lichen on the rocks, boulders, and trees.  It would be quaint and pleasant if it weren’t for the creepiness.
	The lack of birds making noises, the lack of squirrels, deer sightings, anything was just plain creepy.  Alex didn’t like it and liked it less when he realized he was just a little bit sorta-kinda lost.

	He knew he hadn’t gone too far into the woods from where he had left Heather; regardless, it didn’t take much walking to suddenly lose one’s bearings and become missing.  Moving slowly and carefully down the creek pausing when he heard noises.
	Sniffling?
	Crying?
	Whimpering?
	All three—climbing over a very-very old log there was a wee little lass twisting and looking all about being as lost as Alex.  She was a cutey of about four years young, German, and way too cute for her own good.  And lost.  Alex smiled to her and she brightened up some—but was wary and scared.  Being scared made her wary and unsure of Alex’s approach.  Being lost made her unwary and thankful of Alex’s approach.
	Alex the “Good Samaritan” scooped the waif up, hugged her and cooed to her in the international speak.  A quick look around and he saw no one—the woods were deep, dark, old (but not dank.)  There was a small trail alongside the creek; the little girl was covered in leaves, scratches, dirt and soiled undies.  Alex easily slipped the child’s soiled panties off—she wore a short-short blue denim skirt with a white shirt.  Her short blond hair was all curls; her eyes of blue were mystical.
	Carrying the child over the log he had precariously crossed Alex moved up the creek to one of the huge boulders where the underside of one was a sort of cave.  Here and Alex continued cooing to the child, caressing her, and removing her skirt and blouse.  The child chewed on the knuckle of a finger and watched in some wonderment as Alex pushed down his pants and underwear presenting his very manly manhood.
	Waggling his “manhood” before the little girl got a bewildered look from her—she probably hadn’t ever seen one before; not blatantly anyways.  After waggling, Alex did so infacto get the girl to handle his favorite organ.  And from “handling” it to squeezing it, going up and down, and then—then—without the aid of his EMAD she KISSED IT!  She did!
	Getting the naked girl to suck the head wasn’t too much of a stretch but she protested on sucking the whole thang.  Alex insisted.  And when she continued to protest and refuse—she was swatted.  Hard.  The stunned child hung her mouth open and Alex stuffed her orifice with his meat stick pumping her mouth full with his hand strongly on the back of her head.
	Naturally “Loura” squirmed and fussed.
	Naturally Alex maintained his stance and position and forced her to gobble his dong until he decided to do something different.  Something “different” came about with placing the German tyke on the ground on her clothes.  Slapping her thighs got her to keep her legs open allowing Alex to rest his schlong against her sex.  Loura squirmed but was seemingly unable to shriek out her distress.
	And from “resting” his cock against her sex to plunging into her sex and getting it on with the business that was fucking.  Her pussy was delightfully snug.  Alex arched his back and gave a mighty thrust followed by rapid rabbit thrusting.  The little girl beneath him squirmed, made a face, twisted, and was mildly aware of her dilemma.  Alex pumped all the harder to get his nut.
	And get his nut he did!  The surge of his essence was incredible—and right at the pivotal point of ecstasy there was (at last!) a noise in the woods.  Alex kept going to finish off his devilish deed squirting a healthy load of spunk until he was well drained and well spent.
	After huffing and puffing some he gouging even more so his cock against Loura’s fresh fucked pussy he paused a moment to listen.  His mind was too thrashed to determine what the “noise” he was hearing was.  Smoothing his hands over the little girl’s body he diddled her pussy and wanted to do her again—but he needed more time for that to happen.  He did roll her over and swat her ass—and there was no strength to attempt an anal entry, either.
	Carrying his clothes the Army Specialist Rank 4 slipped away from the naked four year old going even DEEPER into the woods.  The “noise” he had heard earlier had stopped.  All was quiet (and creepy).  Squatting by a huge-huge fir tree.  The sky was just about obliterated making the area of the forest sublime to the extreme times ten to the tenth power.
	Suddenly a woodpecker broke the serenity.
	A breeze wafted thru the air kissing Alex’s sweating face.
	The thromping he had heard was his own heart and that was finally settling.
	He was greatly lost—but he didn’t seem to care.  It was like he was in another world.  There was some fear and trepidation but those maladies were not out of control.  And after a sigh he gripped himself and arose—and got a massive whiff of something more than rank.
	On a detail once, Alex had to obliterate the company’s dump site—literally the company’s “dump” site aka “shit hole.”  After the portable potty dorm had been removed there was the pit hole where the members of the military company did their business.  After the company upped and left a small detail was left behind to clean up leaving no sign that they had been there.  Some members were on sweeping detail; other were set to pick up every little of scrap cast off from the Army personnel.  Others, like Alex, were set to set ablaze the leavings of the latrine.  That entailed dousing the dump site with kerosene then standing back and setting the pit on fire.
	The stench was incredible—it could very well bring down a dinosaur or knock a buzzard off the refuse wagon.  That same ungodly stink was all about Alex as he stood.  It blinded him.  He was overwhelmed and couldn’t breath.  Then he heard a noise—a sound—
	“GRONK!”
*

da Gronk!
	The stench was overpowering—so much so that it temporarily blinded Alex from seeing what he had run into.  When he could “see” again he kinda/sorta wished he were blind again.  Standing before him was a towering creature—a beast not unlike the famed Big Foot, Sasquatch, Abominable Snowman, and the like, stood reeking before him.
	And unlike Big Foot and the Sasquatch, the creature towering before the bewildered Alex was pink!  Off-pink but having long bear-like pink fur nonetheless.  The creature was massive—8 feet tall and similar in build to a defensive lineman!
	The creature’s fur was a little dingy, slightly dirty, somewhat grungy.
	The “hands” and “feet” were brownish having four fingers with “thumbs” at each end on the hands and two big toes on each foot on the ends, too.  Whether or not he was a “male” or “female” was not clear—
	Not until the massive pink creature whirled Alex around.
	“GRONK!” the hairy creature exclaimed—loudly.
	Alex was frozen—fear will do that to you.  Then,
	Although the creature was intimidating—he also was not really all that frightening.  He was huge—no doubt.  He was stinky.  He was massive and could easily snap him like a twig.  But that face.  The face was—indescribable.  Comical.  Not menacing; not threatening; horrifically heart stopping.  Comical.
	“Apple?” Alex said pulling a delicious red apple from his knapsack.
	da gronk quickly took the offering smashing the fruit to his face.
	Also in the knapsack was a hunk of salami, some cheese, small bottle of wine, crackers, some sweet bread, a banana, and a barbeque sandwich.  All were offered to da gronk and all were devoured in seconds.  Afterwards and the big huge hairy PINK creature burped, farted, and playfully cuffed Alex on the cheek—knocking him over.
	If the stench of the massive creature was not alone itself to be offensive, the stench from its lower orifice was even more so.  A wavering puffy “pink” cloud wafted about da gronk’s waist; top side a few feet and a fly killing green and brown cloud hung like a cloud about the creature’s face.
	Alex managed to stand up.
	“GRONK!” burped the creature again.
	Alex had made a friend.
	And now that he had made him—what was he to do (with him?)
	Then it occurred to Alex—
	“Hey!  Aren’t I supposed to be doing something?” like running commo wire thru the forest?  Oops!
It’s all relative
Ten fingerings and a thumb
The first finger
	Further in the woods and the casual observer would “observe” a bit o’ naughty and slightly unnatural.  At a remote campsite (why are “campsites” always remote?) a sullen young girl with raven dark hair lay partially naked on a picnic table.  She was no more than eleven years young; her boy shirt was pushed up over her smallish mounds (no bra).
	The girl’s green denim overalls cast off on the ground; her panties of green dangling off of her right ankle.  Her knees were up and between her knees was a grandfatherly-like figure pumping/pounding away at (in) her sex.  He wasn’t too tall, not too muscular, in his late 60s; his hair was gray, thick, and lots of it.  With his pants and undies at his ankles the naughty grandpa royally fucked his eleven year old granddaughter with much vigor and some vim.
	Pulling out and Herman slapped his schlong against her calm granddaughter’s cum soaked pussy.  Nothing was said.  What was there to be said?  The girl twisted a bit but otherwise made no discernible motions indicating distress.  She lowered her legs and sighed indicating a care less.  Herman grinned and gouged the girl’s cunny, lifting a leg the naughty-naughty man stuffed himself into her pooper.  Kaitlynn grunted, made a face, then merely clung to the table enduring the unnatural act.
	It wasn’t over.
	After pulling out of the girl’s well fucked asshole he stood back to admire his doings then shamelessly peed—PEED onto her cummy cunt somewhat washing it off.  And as the stream of urine tapered off out from the nearby camping tent came a naked eleven year old black boy!  He was grinning wide with a cock that was so hard he could hunt with it.
	Naked Kaitlynn sat up and gave a stern face to the boy.  Her expression was one of—stern.  No other words were suitable.  Herman tousled the boy’s nappy head then glanced to the disgruntled? Kaitlynn.  As the girl slid off the table and began pulling up her panties—Herman cleared his throat.  Kaitlynn stood up rolling her eyes around in thought.  Herman twirled a finger in the air indicating to his granddaughter to “turn about.”
	After compliance the girl seemingly knew the drill and bent over clutching the seat of the table.  This allowed the black boy (her best friend) to come up to the girl’s fine bare ass and take a stance.  As Herman entered into the tent, Derrick entered Kaitlynn.
	Who else was in the tent wasn’t known—not until the naked Herman emerged carrying an equally naked four year old girl!  Kaitlynn conveyed great disdain at her grandfather.  Derrick had humped his best friend (and the little tyke, too!) doing both Kaitlynn’s holes.
Second fingering
“Mankind’s greatest threats:  fire, hurricane, hippies.”
“Mankind’s worst neighbors:  The Texas Chainsaw Massacre family, a meth lab, a zoo keeper who takes his work home, The Simpsons.” (also Chewbacca and Jar-Jar Binks as “roomies.”)
	An unfortunate set of circumstances has sent goodly-oodly Ned-diddly-iddly Flanders to the mental hospital, Calmindawoods Hospital for the Challenged Mentally.  Next door neighbor and all around pain in the ass best friend, Homer “Jerk” Simpson was called in to try and untangle Ned’s mind.  It was determined by the State’s doctors that Ned was “pussy passive” and nothing seemed to rile him—except for the mentioning of Homer Simpson.
	After only a few minutes of trying to unhinge Ned (to no success) Homer goes off the written-scripted tract to his own banter.
	“There’s just no pissing you off!” Homer declares.  “Mosquitoes are “fun to scratch!”  Past incidences where I supposedly liked you were false—you respond with “Oh, well, then I’ll just have to try harder!” spoken sarcastically.
	Ned (sitting in a straightjacket across a desk from Homer) blinks his eyes and smiles—or what goes for a smile behind that thick brown mustache.
	“In the past I’ve had sex with your wife!” Homer proclaims; he smiles and announces “Now THAT’S psychology!”  Freud would be amused—or bemused.
	Ned scoffs at the assumed joke.
	Homer shakes his head, “SEE?  There’s no upsetting you! You know what your problem is, Flanders?  You’re afraid to be a human!”
	Ned shakes his head spurting “Now why would I be afraid of that?”
	“Because humans are obnoxious, humans hate things.”
	“Well, maybe a few of them of them do.”
	“Come on, Flanders, there’s gotta be something you hate.” ‘Please don’t say me!’ Continuing, “What about florescent lights?”
	“Oooh, they hum like angels!  You’re never lonely if you’ve got a florescent light!”
	“See?  Again, you like everything; you just sit there in your hip jacket smiling and liking everything.”
	“Well, no, not exactly, I-I don’t like the service at the post office.  Those Four Way Stops where everyone is rude and wont let you go when it’s your turn.”
	Homer, not paying attention—as usual, declares (loudly) “YOU probably wouldn’t get upset if I came over and BANGED your wife!” Maude—of which Homer secretly wanted to do many-many times over and over.
	Ned pauses, “W-what did you say?”
	“I SAID—“you probably wouldn’t even get pissed if I came over to your house and BANGED MAUDE!”
	Ned is stunned speechless.  Homer:  “Yeah, and while I’m banging her—I make your pussy wimp boys watch!” 
	Ned cant breathe.
	“Then—THEN; I CORNHOLE her!  Yeah!”
	“You—you would corn-hole my wife, Homer?”
	“Oh, yeah!  And after—AFTER I’d slap my cock between her bodacious titties and fuck her face!”  
	Ned struggles to breath.
	“Then,” continues Homer, “I turn around and sit on Maude’s face and fart!”
	Oh yeah!  “Then, I’d take her legs and pull them back making your boys take turns fucking that righteous pussy!”  
	Ned cant think—the image of his boys, Rod and Tod, though, emblazoned in his mind.
	“And after the fuck I’d have them cornhole her!”  oh yeah!  Followed by, “titty and face fucking!”  Then, “And to further piss you off, I’d cornhole the boys while they sit on her face while my son, Bart, bangs your wife!”  
	Ned falls off of his chair twitching on the floor.  Homer goes on.
	“Oh, yeah!  Bart just lays it into her, banging his ten year old hard-on into Maude’s twat all the while I’m plugging Rod and Todd!”
	Then, after Bart gets off doing Maude, he stands to get sucked off by Maude while Rod and Tod stand to suck off Homer.   Homer then sits on Maude’s face again (and farts righteously!)  Bringing Maude’s legs back Bart takes a turn at the woman’s turd chute; and while his (Homer) balls are in Maude’s mouth he positions Rod and Todd (one at a time) before and sodomizes them!
	It aint over.
	After being thoroughly cornholed by Homer, the boys turn around to suck Homer’s cock—freshly explunged from their stink holes.  Bart humps the boys then—
	Bart’s bully friend, Nelson cums over and bangs Maude while Homer and Bart partake of Ned’s brew down in the basement.  They also find his secret stash of goodily-oodily Happy Smoke.
	Meanwhile, Nelson bangs Maude and afterward drills her cornhole while her boys hold her legs back for easy access.  The reprobate then had the boys bang their mom while he himself reamed their holes.  He then made his way to the basement to have some drink and smoke with Homer and Bart.
	Still not over.
	While what happened nextly has little to nothing to do with Ned; after getting thoroughly wasted in Ned’s basement, Bart invited best friend, Milhouse over on the pretense of getting to boink Bart’s sister, Lisa—of whom Milhouse had a serious case of permanent hard-on for.  But first, he had to boink Maude.

	Maude lay in bewilderment and in somewhat of a trance.
	Milhouse banged Maude all the while he thought of “banging” Lisa.
	Homer thought of banging Maude some more but declined and thought of maybe banging the Reverend Lovejoy’s wife, Helen.  But then thought God probably wouldn’t think that too cool and give him a one-way ticket to Hell for sure.  Bart’s forever teacher, Ms. Krabappel, was a possible but he was pretty worn out and decided to go home to his own wife, Marge.
	Bart, Nelson, and Milhouse followed.
	The boys walking into the house naked gave Lisa the impression that she was in for an evening that wasn’t going to go well.  Homer had already swooped Marge up and whisked her off to their bedroom.
	“Hiya, Lisa.” Said a timid (and naked) Milhouse.
	Lisa blushed and bowed her head so as not to directly be gawking at unclaimed boyfriend’s brick busting cock.
	“What have you been doing?” Lisa asked curiously.  She was used to see her father and brother going about the house naked but she hadn’t seen Milhouse or Nelson naked.
	“Oh, nothing much,” quipped Bart, “banging Ned’s wife is all.”
	Lisa was a little stricken and a flurry of questions came quickly but she was cut off with Bart shooing her to the living room saying “Take off your clothes.”
	Usually Lisa was compliant with her older brother’s commands and wishes.  But with bully Nelson and dweeb Milhouse it was kind of a weird situation.
	“If you don’t,” sneered Bart, “you know what I’ll do (if you don’t.)”
	Lisa scoffed, “You’ll do that anyway!”
	“Right!” snickered Bart, “So why are we arguing!?”
	Lisa sighed a huff, threw up her hands and removed her contemporary modern day kiddie red dress.  Then she shucked her typical white panties to stand in the nude before a stoned Nelson and a bewildered Milhouse.
	“Holy fucking sheep shit!” blurted Milhouse.  Although Milhouse was ten and Lisa was a bit younger, Milhouse had the hornies for the young girl—big time.
	Bart stepped up to his naked sibling, behind her, and from behind her “reached around” to begin fingering her pussy.  Bart had a talented set of fingers and often brought his young sib to giggles.  Sometimes she giggled so much so peed!  She didn’t this time but almost…
	“Time to play!” Bart said sternly and put his sister to her knees.  Upstairs and Marge was screaming “Give it to me, Big Man!”
	“Goddamn, Bart,” snorted Nelso, “you’re old man is really putting it to her.”
	Bart dismissed the parental antics and stood with his cock and balls to the back of his sister’s odd-spiky hairdo.  Milhouse thought he would get into Lisa first but Nelson pushed him aside saying “Out of the way, gayhole.”
	Milhouse was put off but stood aside and watched as Nelson fucked Lisa.
	Lisa squealed as Nelson’s more than average dick schlepped its way into her young cunny.  Bart and Milhouse stood by watching; Bart giggling and stroking his cock all the while.  Milhouse watched—from behind for optimum viewing of a cock slamming a pussy.
	“You getting a good look back there, gaywad?” Nelson quipped sarcastically.
	“It’s alright,” Milhouse said unawares that he had been cut, “just picking up some pointers.”
	Nelson shook his head sadly, “I don’t know what’s sadder, that Milhouse is a dweeb or I like him watching me his girl!”
	“I’M NOT HIS GIRL!” announced loudly Lisa denouncing Milhouse defiantly.  She didn’t despise the pretentious dweeb but wasn’t overly receptive to his wanton affections, either.
	Nelson pumped furiously filling Lisa’s cunt with a copious amount of boy jiz.  “Goddamn and that’s some good pussy!” he snickered as he pulled out.  Fishing thru his clothes he came up with a cigar and promptly lit up.  Milhouse took over fucking Lisa, the girl of his dreams.  Sloppy seconds—or thirds, fourths, whatever, didn’t bother him—so long as he “got some.”
	“Come over here and suck me, Bart.” Nelson demanded.
	Bart cussed but sloughed his way over to his bully and began preforming oral sex on him.  Nelson sighed, “Life is good.”  Milhouse pumped vigorously for the first minute or so, then slowed down whispering “Is it good for you, baby?”
	To wit Lisa smirked indifferently, “Eh.”
	Milhouse took what he could get and continued pumping.
	Nope, not quiet over.  Here’s a little more—

	In her bedroom on her bed and Marge lay in wonderment—she had just had the fucking of her life and lay in a swath of sweet sex sweat.  Sure her Homer was heavy set but he had a cock that was amazing!  And he knew how to use it, too!  And just as she was getting her faculties about her in waltzed Nelson Munce, Bart’s bully friend.
	“Hello, Ms. Simpson.” He was naked and had a delicious hard-on.
	“What the fu—”
	“Exactly!” Nelson sneered and came to the bed waggling his hard cock all the way.  Marge firstly closed her legs then said, “Oh, what the hell.”  Nelson mounted her, ogled her very-very bodacious ta-tas, grinned hungrily at her fuckable cum soaked cunt, then expertly entered her while throwing his face between her tits.  Bart stood at the door stroking his pud watching with lust growing within him more and more.
	Downstairs and Homer made for the kitchen to satisfy his other need—food!
	“Hi, dad!” said a happy-go-naked Lisa.
	“LISA!” shrieked Homer, “Where’s your clothes?”
	“Living room.” She said not abashed about Homer’s nakedness, or her own.
	Homer brought out of the refrigerator some snacks of this and that with cum dripping from his hanging dong.
	“Did you have a good time over at Mr. Flanders’?”
	Homer grunted as he stuffed his face; then, after a roarious fart, “OH!  Yeah!”  Maude was great.  And so was Rod and Todd.
	Lisa stood just askew of her naked parental unit lightly fingering her pussy.  It tingled.  Nelson had been a good fuck—and how!  But surprisingly, so had Milhouse.
	After Homer had stuffed his face to satisfy his temporary need he sighed deeply, farted, giggled, then sat slouching in the kitchen chair like he had just run a marathon—or worked a “few hours” sitting at work at the nuke plant, or drank too much at Moe’s, or walked from the car to the front door…
	Lisa moved slowly around the kitchen table slyly eyeing her daddy’s dong.
	“Honey,” Homer said noting his daughter’s inquisitive eye, “you know you shouldn’t be looking at my junk.”
	“Yeah, I know.” She said not caring.
	Homer sat (in a funk of his own doing) but opened his legs a little more so as his eight year old daughter could gawk at his wares a little more.  And gawk she did.
	“Wanna sit on daddy’s lap?” Homer asked sheepishly.
	“Ok!” said Lisa enthusiastically—and doubly so she leaped up onto her naked sweaty daddy’s lap resting her well fucked cunt on his cunt fucking cock.  Homer grabbed hold of her darling little ass grinding his manhood against her sex.  Lisa giggled and wiggled on the generous cock so much so that the head of that cock slipped into her.
	“Lisa, honey, you sure you want this?”
	Lisa looked up lovingly to her somewhat stoned dad and nodded.
	“More than anything!” she whispered.
	Homer smiled and made adjustments sliding his daddy dong into his daughter making love to her like he had always wanted to do.

The finger of the fourth kind
	It must be something in the woods; the air, the pine scent, squirrel farts, something—‘for “in the woods” and John Ultz pounded his twelve year old granddaughter with great vehementous motion.  The girl was naked and on all fours, her grandpa, also naked, was buried to the hilt in her pussy—but he also pulled out to spank her ass and then delve into her dirt chute, too.  Beside them laying on her back on their clothes lay nine year old sister, Samantha.

	Brittany grunted as she was planted.  Her fucking grandpa held her hips and drove his fuck stick in as far as it would go—which was all the way.  Little Samantha lay fingering her dainty hairless little poon, then giggling and somewhat embarrassed rolled over.  John patted the little girl’s bare ass then continued on with his thrashing of Brittany.
	At length he got his nut and pulled out to slap the girl’s ass.  Samantha got up to have a looksee at her sister’s cornholed cornhole.  The hole was slowly closing squeezing out the cock spit.  John, slathered in a layer of sex sweat, breathed hard and hugged the naked goggling child.  Brittany rubbed her ass then turned about to diddle her pussy.  John ogled the girl with great desire.  Samantha was coaxed into playing with his saucy cock before being encouraged to kiss it and then begin sucking it.  John caressed her pretty blond head and eased almost all of his artistic cock into her mouth.

Finger-finger!
	Finally!  A snippet not set in da woods!
	Karl Burtoast walked in on his son finding the boy butt bare assed naked.
	In his bedroom, Jeremy was also naked with his best friend, Hanz.
	It was not too uncommon for daddy Karl to waltz in on his son and catch him naked—but it WAS uncommon for him to be in the company of his best friend who was also naked.  Both boys had rigid members and were standing “close” to one another.
	For a moment no one could say word one.
	“Shit!” blurted finally Hanz.
	Karl held his rage but conveyed as much.
	“Get over here!” he exclaimed seethingly.
	Fourteen year old Jeremy moved slowly to his enraged father where when only feet away was reached out and pulled to the man.  Hanz winced as a sudden sharp smack from the dad to the dad’s son filled the bedroom air.  Hanz clenched himself as Jeremy’s dad whirled the boy around shoving him to his bed.  When Hanz made a move to collect his cast off clothes—
	“Don’t you move a fucking inch!”
	Hanz froze—his dick that was still hard froze, too.
	Karl blasted his hand to his son’s tender ass.  The boy didn’t cry out but languished against the bed reeling in the bare handed swat.  Another swat landed nearly sending Jeremy out of his skin.  Jeremy’s cock was also frozen hard and pressed against the side of the giving him mixed feelings.
	Another swat followed by another until Karl’s hand was blistering red and sore.  He then looked to the petrified Hanz saying, “You’re turn!”
	Hanz melted.

	The swat to his bare ass was immeasurable.
	“JESUS FUCKING KEE-RIST!” screamed Hanz.  He squirmed and couldn’t believe the force of the swat.  Karl had gone from using his right hand to his left hand and landed a number of swats to the boy’s bare ass until his hand was equal to distress as the right.
	Then,
	“Stand up!” commanded the man, an officer of his church as well as military.  He was very tall, thin, groomed well, and demanding.
	Jeremy and Hanz stood—and amazingly still had raging boners.
	Karl glared at the boys.  “Have you sucked each other yet?”
	Actually, no.
	Karl didn’t smile—he made no facial expression whatsoever.  He nodded his head then conveyed to his son who gulped, sweated, held in a pesky fart, then lowered himself to his knees.  Hanz’s cock was throbbing hard, average size for his age, and ready for some action.  Jeremy stared eye to one-eye to the very hard very pinkish cock; then, with a sidewise glance to his father who continued to seethe anger and convey the unspoken command “suck him off”, the boy opened his mouth and took in his friend’s schlong.
	It was something they had discussed.  They professed not being gay but just “experimental” to see what it was like.  Nothing wrong with that.  Being naked was just the first stage; they hadn’t really planned on much more than that—certainly not cock sucking.  Butt fucking maybe, mutual masturbation ok, some cock playing whereas they slapped their dongs together playfully, sure.  But sucking?
	Jeremy “went down” on his friend’s cock, sucking most the way to the lad’s hairy balls.  The taste was—unfathomable.  He couldn’t describe the taste no matter what save for maybe it reminded him of string cheese.  He sucked and sucked and sucked then sucked some more.
	“I’m gonna cum!” announced Hanz suddenly.
	And then he was.
	THAT taste was NOT string cheese.  And when Jeremy pulled back protesting the distaste of full on cock sucking he was slapped upside the head,
	“NO!” shouted Karl, “This is what you wanted—you finish it!”
	There was significant spew squirting from Hanz’s schlong.  Jeremy made a face, retched, gagged, and nearly spewed back the icky white stuff filling his mouth.  Hanz reeled as his cock spurted the goo; he fluttered his eyes and realized that getting a blow job was highly much better than simple hand jerking.  Much-much better.
	“Your turn, faggot!” Karl spurted to Hanz.
	Hanz realized that after Jeremy sucked him—he would have to suck back.
	Jeremy stood on weak legs—his ass still burned.  Hanz went to his knees, caressing his ass and cock still reeling in the orgasm.  It was hellacious!
	Hanz did not describe the “taste” of cock like string cheese.  There was no description he could think of—cock had a taste all its own.  He went down on his friend but after several minutes and no “spew” he was allowed to stand up.  Only to be spanked again.  Aftereward,
	The boys lay against the bed spinning recklessly in a flurry of pain and anguish.  They rubbed their searing bare ass and when they had calmed down some they came to realize that Karl was standing with HIS cock hard and rock hard out of his dress slacks.
	“Holy shit!” blurted Hanz.
	Jeremy was speechless.
	Karl stroked his more than average organ, waggled it, and conveyed unto the boys—‘come suck me.’
	 Jeremy was first, being the son and all.  The daddy cock was enormous—much more than Hanz’ bone.  It was hot and filled Jeremy’s mouth fully.  The bone was more than Jeremy could take—much more.  But he took what he could gag on receiving a gullet full of daddy spunk minutes later.  
 	Thick ropey strands of sperm there was as Karl pulled back.  Pressing the spew shooter to his son’s face he humped there while more sperm exploded from his cock.  Jeremy sucked his dad’s balls, rubbed his burning ass, and stroked his aching cock.
	Hanz took his turn receiving a generous portion of man spunk after five minutes of sucking.  It was very distasteful and Hanz thought surely he would throw up.  He didn’t—but he nearly did.
	Only a minute elapsed before Karl continued—that was with his son on the bed and Hanz on his face, testicle sac in Jeremy’s mouth.  Hanz held Jeremy’s legs back while Karl once more smacked his son’s ass—this time with a belt.  Jeremy’s already tortured ass got the brunt of the belting but also the back of legs.  Jeremy screamed into Hanz’s balls—Hanz’s cock got the stiffest it had ever been!
	Just before blood was brought the belting stopped and the fucking began.
	Jeremy’s eyes bulged—but he saw only his friend’s dirt chute.  Latching onto Hanz’s balls the boy tolerated the anal invasion.  Karl shoved as much of his man dick into his son’s virgin poop chute as he could.  Then, pulled out to smack the boy’s balls and hump him there.  Hanz came down to suck Karl’s cock.
	Karl was almost to orgasm but held off.  After running his fingers thru Hanz’s thick dark hair he moved to the other end.  Taking his dress belt from his slacks he lashed the boy’s already stricken ass while the boy engulfed Jeremy’s cock.  And just before bleeding the belting ceased and the butt fucking commenced.
	Hanz’s cries were muffled as his mouth was filled with dick and balls.  Karl jammed his rod into the boy’s hole and thoroughly sodomized him—something definitely frowned upon by the Lutheran church.
	Gobs of cum oozed from Hanz’s tortured hole.  Jeremy licked the hole, retched, gagged, and threw up.  Hanz rolled off of his friend retching some himself.  Karl rested against a desk contemplating his next move.  He breathed hard; fondling his cock and balls and paying little attention to his barfing son he spoke to Hanz, “fuck him.”
	Hanz nodded.  And when Jeremy had finished his stomach expelling he was told the same thing.  Karl then picked up his own clothes and left the room.  Minutes later and he was in the shower.  Jeremy was sickened, grossed out, confused, and mildly horny.
	“Did he mean, now?” quizzed Hanz.
	Jeremy didn’t know—he knew that his ass was burning, his cock was whirling, and he stank.  “I need a shower.” He said.  Hanz agreed and the boys went to the hall bathroom and showered together.  Too confused were the boys, however, to do anything sexually while showering.  Their bums were still royally red, almost puce!  After the shower and subsequent drying off, Karl appeared at the door asking “Did you fuck?”
	The boys nodded that they had—although they hadn’t.
	“I want to see you do it, next time.”
	Jeremy and Hanz nodded.
	
I love a missionary who does missionary
“I wish I could sleep, but my stupid ADHD kicks in and it’s like One Sheep, Two Sheep, Duck, Cow, Goat, Turtle, Old MacDonald had a farm, Heeeey Macarena!”
	Not far from the base of operations where Alex and Arrow served was a missionary’s home.  There were several Americans as well as non-such who came to the Missionary’s home for “spiritual guidance.”  The Missionary stayed at the home about a year or so and then transferred somewhere else and a new Missionary with family moved in to carry on.
	Alex, after returning from Field Duty (and completing his duty as well as recovering from his encounter with the toe jam encrusted pink da gronk) was introduced to the Missionary by Arrow who had helped the Missionary with wiring the media room in the basement for sound and video.  The primary purpose was, of course, the three girls of the Missionary’s family.  The “wife” was so-so, in her late 30s and “not a hottie.”
	The girls, Judy, Jolene, and Jennifer were, however, hot.  In a plain sort of way, Judy at sixteen was tall, long auburn hair, long narrow body, played lots of basketball, and had a delicious smile.  Sister Jolene had just turned thirteen and had a small meek body, small apple titties, a decent frame, blond hair, green eyes, and preferred dresses and skirts to pants and shorts.  Jennifer had recently become ten years young and preferred all styles of dress; she had a nice body, also blond, but with blue eyes that sparkled and had an “angel’s” face.
	Both Alex and Arrow most definitely wanted to cum on that girl’s face.
	Done!
	First, though, the conditions had to be right—like the parental units out of the house and the young’uns in.  the Missionary’s house was set up as a “community” abode; a social gathering for socializing, playing games in the basement—table tennis, puzzles, reading, and studying the Word.  The “conditions” were desirable one day (finally!) with Alex and Arrow doing some other wiring work at the M’s house.  The parental units amscrayed leaving the girls one-two-three in the trusty hands of the responsible Christian men who were also US Army.
	Half an hour after the Missionary and his not hot babe vacated the premises and the girls one-two-three were lined up in the living room.  It was mid-day and not likely anyone should come to the House unexpectedly.  With not a lot of fanfare, Arrow addressed Judy firstly.
	Judy was tall, nice hair, good size titties for a girl her age (sixteen), and had a nice body overall.  At sixteen, the girl was already ready for college—she planned on going to a German college/university in Munich in the following year.
	‘take off your shirt.’ Arrow commanded (via the EMAD).
	With no hesitation, Judy undone her shirt and ditched it.
	Arrow and Alex were well pleased.  Alex hadn’t told his friend about his strange in da woods encounter with the pink creature.  For one, Alex wasn’t all that sure that it happened.  It was just too weird.
	After Judy dropped her bra she stood with amazingly nice-nice titties.  They were confined by her bra but once free they were something to be adored.  The boys stood and adored them up close and personal.  Girls Jolene and Jennifer remained steadfastly entranced and unawares of anything narly going on.  To make sure—Alex whipped out his dick and masturbated blatantly before them—even taking Jolene’s hand having her taking over masturbating duties.
	Nothing.
	Arrow continued with Judy having her undo her tight jeans and lower them.
	Peach colored undies the girl wore, hi-top, with a nice-nice muffin to greet them.  Alex got out of his clothes and stood behind the mind blasted girl; Arrow did likewise before her.  The girl slid her peachy undies down and Alex had pre-cum seepage.  Arrow had the girl “bend over” and begin sucking him.  She seemed to know how.  Alex ass kissed the girl then asked Alex to Q&A the girl.
	It was learned thru Q&Aing that Judy was not 100 percent virginal or Christian—she had a boyfriend (a geekwad if ever there was one; he was as tall as Judy, slender build, super nerd with a heaping helping of geek.)  And Judy-Judy-Judy was jerking him off!
	Not only that—she was sucking him!
	Not only that—they were getting naked together!
	No sex, though; but anal!
	The boyfriend was also licking her pussy, fingering it, and humping against it.  Condom or no, Judy was afraid of the consequences of “going all the way”.  The boyfriend was, apparently, cool with just what they did—oral, anal, mutual masturbation.  So long as he got off, got naked with a girl, it mattered little if he got pussy or not.
	Arrow slid his cock into the naked girl inserting notions of the naughty kind into her mind—‘go all the way with Richard; fuck his brains out; the use of a condom optional; fuck his brains out; ride him; fuck his brains out.’
	Alex sat behind Arrow atching the man’s cock thrust in and out of the teenager’s pussy.  She was NOT a virgin.  A boy of just eight years young had taken care of her virginity just recently—recently!  He was deemed to be safe and not capable of getting her pregnant or some lame disease.
	She was a good fuck—so were her sisters!
	No shame!  No morals.  After scrogging on Judy, spanking her, humping her titties, double penetration, the boys went on to Jolene and then Jennifer.  Judy was awesome, though; she had a very nice body.  After Arrow had fucked her and delivered a nice river of spunk Alex titty fucked her blasting a hot load of spunk onto her face.  Arrow then had Jolene naked and was admiring her when someone came to the door—pesky neighbors!
	Not exactly.  At the door were two visitors to the Missionary house, one was a German local and the other a daughter of an American soldier; her daddy was a major in the army.  Alex dressed quickly, sloppily, but quickly while Arrow hid just out of sight.  The victims—er, girls were let in and quickly had their minds zapped.  Hanna-Loura was the local German girl, she was in her late 20s, kind of a hard-stern face but she was comical, spoke English well, also French and was studying Spanish at the local college.  Beverly was a cutey; very American, swept auburn hair to one side, a curious face, inquisitive, and in need of a cum bath.
	Alex and Arrow were just the ones to supply that need!
	But first!
	Jolene.
	The twelve year old had been born in Japan; she spoke some Japanese, a lot of German, and even knew some Gallic.  But naked and she was quite the little hottie.  Her breasts were developing and had a nice coverage of poon pie fur.  Arrow went to work on the new arrivals while Alex devoured Jolene’s super fine super virginal pussy.
	Beverly was just fifteen and all kinds of curious about sex.  She was an only child so her venture into the world of sexual pleasure was outside the house.  There was self pleasuring—to wit she had been traumatized by her brash military daddy walking in on her whilst she was in the middle of friggin’ herself.

	Secretly, Beverly wanted to get raped.  Not hurt, harmed, or anything but getting dicked.  She imagined herself being gangbanged by her dad’s military unit, a company of hardcore military men; a good mix of white, Mexican, and black.  It was just a thought and just a fantasy; but still…
	Hanna-Loura was, of course, not a virgin.  She preferred young boys—AND girls!   Arrow was impressed—and intrigued.  Slowly he infiltrated their minds unhinging them from their norm and got them to undress right then and there.  Meanwhile,
	Alex gently glided his cock up and down Jolene’s lovely poon.  His thoughts were wild with all things naughty.  She made a slight grunt as Alex’s cock invaded her sex; a groan that was long followed.  She was a virgin and that suited Alex just fine.  Ten year olds were Alex’s personal fav, but he liked the older preteen girls, too.
	Cupping Jolene’s butt and raising her up some Alex made partial entry.  His cock was fully engorged and as hard as a hunk of iron.  Not wanting to overly harm the girl, though, Alex withdrew and satisfied himself with finishing up by humping the girl’s gash.  Thereafter and he plowed into her equally virgin pooter hole.
	Arrow was in to the hilt on Hanna-Loura.  Beverly lay naked out beside them and while putting it to the German girl fingered the American girl!  Hanna-Loura moaned; her body shuddered with her nipples stiffening.  “Oooooh---yeah!” she moaned aloud.  Arrow was intrigued and put it to her a little more driving his cock fully into her sex then pounding her rapidly.  And although her mind was vexed she was “aware”.
	It was then that Arrow was able to glean from the German woman’s mind her inner most secrets—her desires, likes, wants, fantasies, the whole schmear.  She was friends with Beverly and wanted secretly to be “intimate” with her.  Wow.  Food for thought.  Hanna-Loura also wanted to get gangbanged by several little boys—all under ten years young but older than five.  Well, at least she had goals and boundaries.  German boys, American boys, it didn’t matter—so long as they were naked and between five and ten years old.  Awesome!
	Surprisingly, Beverly had about the same likes and desires!  Arrow had a time unraveling that deep seeded secret—but as his cock invaded her virginity the secret deeply planted surfaced.
	Alex continued his pleasure seek with Jennifer.
	Jolene had been delicious—a nice ripe fine body; her young mounds were delightful!  As was the rest of her preteen body.  Alex enjoyed her but found equal pleasure—if not more so, with the youngest Missionary, Jennifer.  Unlike her sisters, though, the “commands” sent to her impressionable young noggin went unheard—she was mindlessly in a trance and so much so (presumably) that she was unable to follow thru with further commands.
	No worries, Alex enjoyed stripping the girl to her skin just as well.
	There was little thought in whether or not to bust the girl’s intact virginity; none had been given to her sisters and so none was given unto her.  Alex rested his cock against her young cunny that was just beginning to sprout pubes.  He was taken in by the young girl’s body—quite the little cutey she was and it warmed Alex’s heart, soul, and especially his cock.
	A little yelp and the deed was done.
	Arrow had come in to watch the festivities; he had fucked the two “guests” and needed refreshment.  He paused to watch as Alex fucked the littlest Missionary before moving nakedly to the kitchen.  Alex eased his throbbing hard cock into the ten year old’s pussy achieving the magnificent goal moments later.
	Arrow took his turn with the young girl while Alex rested but was back to having his way with Jennifer in mere minutes after his pal had done his deed and moved on (to Jolene.)  Alex wanted to have some fun with the other two but the Missionary girls were top priority.  And Jennifer had him heart and soul!  She was soooo cute!  Cute wasn’t all, she just had a body that was enticing if not intriguing.  She excited his cock and he couldn’t get enough.  And fucking her broken-in pussy would help with the soreness later (after.)
	He was out of cum but his cock remained steadily hard—hard enough to drive a nail.  By the third time penetrating the girl he was able to manage all of his cock into her sex.  He shuddered as the non-productive orgasm overwhelmed him causing him to harbor thoughts of future kind—whereas he had a girl child of his very own to fuck and molest every day.
	And there was some spanking, too.
	Arrow had returned to Hanna-Loura and Beverly and was stuffing his way up Beverly’s cornhole with the girl poised over Hanna-Loura’s face when the car the Missionary family used pulled up in the drive.
	Fuck!  Shit!  Piss!  Motherfucker!

Cum stains for everyone!
	Turns out—Jonathan Misfitt was a bit of a perv himself—secretly and in the closet.  His good wife, however, was not.  She was a stern woman, not too much in the way of “pretty”; but she had been raped years earlier in a foreign country where the perpetrators were not arrested.
	Jonathan did very little in the way of perving himself; having three daughters gave him some fits.  But as a Christian man, a man, a husband, father, pillar of the communities he served, and a Missionary, being a pervert was not substantial in his way of life.  So he harbored those unnatural desires secretly.  However, if—IF given the chance to enact those “unnatural desires” AND get away with it—yeah, he would.  Of course—natch!

	With Judy—yeah, he’d schlepp his salami to her; pussy, mouth, asshole.  Mostly her asshole as he feared getting her pregnant.  When humping the wife he often thought of humping his teenage daughter.  As she was growing up he did sneak glances at her; when she was bathing, sleeping, changing clothes, or when she was 5-7yrs young streaking down the hallways in the buff-bare-naked.
	Often times and did Jonathan fantasize his first born sucking his dick.
	Often and did Jonathan have the young girl on his lap with thoughts of whimsy flooding his mind—thoughts of fingering her, working his cock in past her panties to rest tirelessly against her young girl snatch (when she wore short kiddie dresses and skirts.)  When hugging her, holding her, carrying her—his hands cupped her ass and brought him to the brink of outrageous thoughts—all the naughty kind.  When she was ill and he was taking care of her—OH!
	When Judy was a young girl—young being about 8yrs at this incidence, Jonathan did so infacto finger her.  Doped up on medicine the young girl was unawares as she was deep-deep-deep into the La La Land.  Slowly-slowly-slowly Jonathan’s fingers slipped inside her panties to finger her hairless poon.  What’s more and with the wife out of the house for some reason he daringly worked his child’s panties down her legs and off!
	Then he was a scum sucking scoundrel as he himself then mounted nakedly his precious child to lay his aching cock against her and hump.  No penetration but he was hard pressed to keep from doing so.  But he was satiated to some degree with what he did—which was to hump the little slit until spewing.  Then he worked the mess spilled into her crevice enthralling him even more.
	To sodomize Judy was a big thing with Jonathan.  More than anything he wanted to cum up her ass.  He held the same thoughts about doing same to his other girls—even Jennifer!  This gave Arrow pause for thought.  Alex wasn’t in the know; Alex didn’t care.  He was into Jennifer, Jolene, and Judy and cared little to less if anyone else was—so long as he got his what else followed didn’t matter.

I can be a lower form of scum than you!
	Living in military barracks was not like it used to be in the “olden” days; in those days the barracks were wood or tin; they were huge open bays or “close quarters”; they stuffy, cramped, and aesthetically challenged.  The inside of a tauntaun would have been better.  But the barracks of the new modern military were far better—they had air conditioning!  No more 60 man bunks; new barracks had 2-4 to a room with dividers!  Closets, private bath, a desk, and a more comfy bed.  Alex had one such barrack-room; two-man room and he loved it.  The barrack was also co-ed.
	Most of the female “joes”, however, were also aesthetically challenged.
	There were, though, some who Alex’s attention—Specialist Rank 4 Margret Spankitt and Spec. 4 Wendy Trumphome.  
	Margret Spankitt was twenty-seven years young with a five year old.
	Wendy Trumphome was twenty-five years young and pregnant.
	Both were ready to boogie out of the service and go home stateside.
	Alex was friendly with both girls—but he wanted to be a lot more.  Without an EMAD of his own, though, he would have to use Alex’s.  Alex’s EMAD was “in use”—here’s why:
	Jonathan’s wife, Paula, took a walk into the neighboring woods—and never returned!  Tragic.  The Missionary family was devastated but slowly got over it—here’s how:
	One day, a few days after the discovery of Paula in da woods, Daddy Jonathan found his eldest in the basement—dancing.  Dancing was forbidden (by the girls’ mother) but—there’s a NEW sheriff in town!  Daddy J was “ok” with dancing citing some character in the Bible “danced in the streets”.  Such is the case  as Miriam led the women “with timbrels and dances” (Exodus 15:20), after the deliverance from Egyptian bondage, or Jepthah’s daughter greeting him with “timbrels and dances” after a great victory (Judges 11:34). David's thanksgiving for the safe return of the ark of God was evidenced as he “danced before Jehovah with all his might” (II Samuel 6:14).  Similar use of the term “dancing” is made by the Psalmist to express joy and praise unto Jehovah God.
	The word "dance" in the sense used today does not appear in the New Testament; however, the idea it represents is mentioned and clearly condemned. The Apostle Paul lists the works of the flesh and notes that “they who practice such things shall not inherit the kingdom of God” (Galatians 5:19-21). Appearing in this list of traits eternally destructive are two terms closely related to modern dancing, namely, “lasciviousness” and “revelings”.
	Anyways, Jonathan was taken by his teenager; she was clad in her panties, a halter no-bra, and nothing else.  He didn’t know what the music was that was playing—that wasn’t the important part.  She was in her undies and if it had been her mother who had seen her dancing she would have been chastised and spanked (regardless of age, Mother Paula was always hankerin todo some spankerin!)
	Judy shrieked when she saw her Daddy standing/watching her.
	Jonathan clamed her fears by showing her a little tap-dance w/slid.
	Judy had never seen her Daddy dance.
	Jonathan had seldom seen his daughter in her undies—since she got modest and out of her cute young girl years.  There was an awkward moment between the two; slowly, Judy reached over shutting off the portable radio.
	“I used to dance all the time, when I was younger.” stated Jonathan.
	“Oh, yeah?” said a surprised Judy.
	Jonathan chuckled, “Yes, but my dance style far different than yours.”
	Then he showed her; they embraced and “slow danced”.
	He also did ballroom dancing, The Madison, The Charleston, The Shimmy...
	While dancing with his teenage daughter who was clad merely in her undies, Jonathan, the secret in-the-closet pervert, got wood.  He had wood upon the first sighting of his barely dressed child and it remained stiff throughout the slow dance.  Embracing his half clad daughter only heightened his erection.
	Judy had no thoughts of the naughty kind towards her Daddy.  Oh, he was handsome, rugged in a way, forthright in his missionary work, steady on in his preacher the Word.  But, he was a man—and all men were fallible and subject to unnatural desires.
	Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y and did Judy slip off her halter.  She wore no bra at the time so she was bare chested and Jonathan was the hardest he had ever been in a long-long while.  His hands went to the girl’s bare backside roaming all about going to her sides then when the girl leaned back some he groped her twin offerings and felt a bit o’ seepage in his tidy-whiteys.
	They embraced again with Jonathan giving his daughter a very hearty hug.  Then his hands moved downward; feeling frisky he slipped his fingers just inside her powder blue panties.  More seepage soiled his underwear with that old familiar feeling indicating an “explosion” was imminent”.
	Suddenly, surprising Jonathan, Judy unfastened her Daddy’s black slacks, unzipped them, then fished out of rock hard cock.  Nothing was said—what could be said!?  Wrapping her fingers about the throbbing prong with the head glistening in a goodly amount of pre-cum, Judy worked the cock into a more frenzy causing her Daddy to moan, groan, and hump.  His ass flexed, eyes rolled, and desire increased; Judy cupped his hairy balls then knelt down before the one-eyed monster noting how much more impressive it was than her nerdy-geeky boyfriend.
	To say he was bewildered would be an understatement—Judy, his first born, his precious offspring, his child, a child, sucked his dick.  Shaking his head to try and clear it and make sense of what was going on—Jonathan couldn’t.  He tried and tried and tried but came to the conclusion that he was dreaming or still in the throws of heartache after the loss of his wife.
	Judy gripped her Daddy’s cock with one hand and frigged herself with the other—all the while her mouth bobbed up and down the manly manhood.  The cock was hot to the touch and searing in her mouth.  It also was jutting bits of cum blast against the back of her throat.  Judy gobbled the dong working it harder and harder until the ultimate blast was near at hand.
	Quickly she shot up shucking her panties and flopping down on a sofa.  In the finished basement there were game tables, puzzle tables, an ice chest of treats, a small half refrigerator for drinks and cold cuts, finger foods.  Sofas, chairs, and seating for a small crowd to view weekly movies of the religious kind.

	Jonathan couldn’t breath.  He could cum, but he couldn’t breath.  Judy, his precious-precious child was naked—NAKED and positioned on the drab 3rd hand brown tweed sofa.  Her darling teenage ass right on the edge with her legs pulled back revealing her incredibly nice hairless pussy and ready-to-fuck asshole.
	Hairless pussy!  Jonathan was intrigued.  His spurting cock led him to his daughter’s nakedness and into her fuckable cunt he went.  There was no stopping him—or them.  Judy hugged her Daddy and fucked back with grunts and groans and then shudders as she herself entertained orgasms.  Multiples.
	Jonathan entertain one orgasm—but it was a doozy!
	Cornholing came nextly followed by good ole fashioned titty fucking.  Copious amounts of man jiz spewed all over the girl’s titties, chin, mouth, and face.  Gobs of man jiz oozed out of her pooter hole.  Jonathan no longer cared if he were having a dream, a fantasy, whatever—he was going with it and enjoying what he could get and do.
	Another round of father-daughter fucking followed.  This time, they went at it a little slower.  Jonathan’s prong made slow but deliberate thrusts.  Occasionally he pulled out to hump the girl’s gash as well as poke her asshole.  Judy twisted all about with thoughts to her own.  The two lovers slid off the sofa to wallow in their incest on the floor—which is where young twelve year old Jolene saw them.
	Oops!

	Thankfully, though, young Jolene was quickly shushed and sent to her room.  And while father and daughter continued their love play on the thick carpeted floor, middle daughter fled to her room with a mind full of what she had seen.  But instead of freaking out she shed her clothes and flopped onto her bed.  At twelve, Jolene was just catching on to the wonders of self pleasuring.  But seldom did she engage in such frivolity; there was little time.  She was a girl, a Missionary’s girl, there was school, languages, playing, praying, schooling, socializing—little time to “get busy” fingering herself.
	On her bed naked, though, she brought Mr. Urkel between her legs.  Mr. Urkel was a medium sized very brown bear with a whimsical face.  Jolene pressed the bear’s crotch to her own simulating “fucking.”  It was for amusement only and after a couple of minutes or so Mr. Urkel was replaced by a handy-dandy candle with some diameter to it.  Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y it was inched into her fuckable preteen cunt.  Being devirginized days earlier there was little problem with the insertion of the phallic.  Jolene groaned and arched herself as the six inch green candle entered her.  Then she pulled it out and eased it into her asshole (also non-virgin).
	An old fashion soda pop bottle, glass and with a long neck, made entry into her cunny—with the candle still up her butt.  The girl worked the soda bottle finding some pleasure she hadn’t experienced before.
	Downstairs and Judy was on her hands and knees with Daddy dearest behind her jamming his cock into her shit hole.  And doing so with vigor!  With his hands on her hips the missionary humped like it was the last thing he was ever to do.  A time or two he pulled out to swat his cock against the girl’s ass—then he was back in to finish up the job.
	Streams of cum juice trickled down Judy’s legs—her pussy was thoroughly soaked with a good measure of her own juices mixed with her Daddy’s.  After he blasted a hot load up her poop chute she fell away—Daddy dear did likewise.  He said something unintelligible as he lay withering on the floor.
	‘sit on his face.’ cooed the Voice.
	Judy gulped and got a grip of herself then sat up and with her cunny literally on fire she poised herself right on her sweet Daddy’s face.  Mired in sex sweat and just a little knowing what he had done the heaving man relaxed and drove his tongue wickedly into Judy’s teenage swamp.  The mustiness of her cunt excited him!  He was drained but still had enough perverted lust to continue on just a little more.  He licked and nipped at her cunny; Judy wiggled, farted, peed, and came on his face eventually falling back with the back of her head on his massive fuck stick.
	Jonathan engulfed the whole of her hole realizing that he had never been able to do same with his wife!  Sure, he missed his wife, they had been together a long time.  But, she was also a bit of a chore, a stick in the mud, unrepentant, and a bit of a bitch.   But he still missed her.
	Back to Jolene.
	During the Voice’s absence the girl had gotten resourceful on her own; the candle was still up her butt but the cola bottle had been replaced by a hairbrush!  Arrow, aka the Voice, was impressed.  The girl turned over on her and pooched her ass up working the hairbrush handle into her cunny.  But she wasn’t overly stimulating her clit—which was essential for a girl to cum.
	Arrow removed the candle (temporarily) and replaced it with his aching schlong.  The girl held onto the bed and was ridden into a euphoric realm she had never experienced.  Like Jonathan had done to Judy, Arrow withdrew to wallop the girl’s ass then slide into her quaking cunny to finish off there.  Grinding his cock against the girl’s sensitive clit helped but after Arrow had pulled out shooting his load all over pussy and drenching her ass—the girl was still “in need.”
	So, off to the kitchen.
	Jonathan and Judy were in the shower in the basement.
	In the kitchen, the naked twelve year old found substitute cock; a banana and a cucumber.  Excellent!  She fled back to her room upstairs and Arrow followed.  The candle was reinserted and the long yellow phallic worked its way into her hot and bothered sex.  The fuck was on!

	Half an hour later and Arrow found father and daughter on the bathroom floor fucked out.  Arrow left them there—he was fucked out, too!  He showered and rechecked on Jolene whom he had enjoyed over and over; spanked her, peed on her cummy pussy, and managed to save enough spunk to spill on her face.  Afterward and the girl frigged herself to a manageable orgasm then dropped off to sleep.
	Some minutes later and the youngest Missfitt missionary came home from playing at a friend’s.  well, here we cum some more!

I wake up every day planning to be productive; then the voice in my head speaks up “HA HA!  Good one!” and we laugh and take a nap

	‘would it matter if she were younger?’ although that aspect had already been established, Jonathan Misfitt had no qualms about molesting his children whilst they were under the influence of cold medicines, it still needed addressing.
	The answer—No; no it wouldn’t matter if she (Jennifer) were ten or younger.  Jonathan Misfitt the Missionary would still have his way or some way with her regardless of age.  With his youngest, Jennifer, time was spent just “checking her out” as she lay naked on her bed.  After the girl had come home she was immediately beset upon by unknown forces plaguing her mind.  Thereafter, she followed electroncial commands in her mind and undressed herself.  Then, her dear sweet Daddy hugged her, caressed her bare butt, fingered her bare poon, then carried her to her bed whereupon he laid his bare dong against her.
	Ogling her, checking her out, came nextly.  Her nakedness he took in lasting several minutes before—on his own volition—mounted her and began an earnest bout of grinding his cock against her sex.  And just before exploding spunk matter he made insertion.  One pump, one thrust, one grunt and the deed was complete—cum spewed forth cementing the devilish deed of incest.
	Sitting back he spent more time looking over his precious naked child; then he remounted her lifting her ass and pinning her legs back somewhat so as he could get his smoldering cum slathered cock into her a-hole.  Taking his time he managed to give her anal tract a cum blast four minutes later.

	Nextly and the question of the day was:  would it matter if she were someone else’s?  It had already been established that it mattered not if the “she” were his own kid not too mention it mattered little how old SHE was.  There were several of the locals who came to the missionary house for worship and socializing and many of those locals had children.  Young children, children as young as his Jennifer—and younger.
	Would it matter?  Would it matter if the “she” was his?  Would it matter if the “she” was younger than his shes?  Let’s find out!
The Arrow-doxology
	It was like being in a dream state of being; before him and a girl cute as could be being no more than three stood mindlessly in a trance.  Her blue eyes were that of an azure sea!  Such a round face, chubby cheeks, and very “white.”  She was clothed; a short-short kiddie dress of powder blue with white lace trim; white knee socks, black dress shoes and adorned with a bracelet, watch, necklace, and blue hair ribbons.  She looked as if she were going to church, coming, attending.  She was adorable!
	Again, the question was posed:  ‘would it matter?’
	The pivotal answer in return:  “No, not really.”  There was, though, hesitation and worry.  Jonathan Missfitt stared at the young-young girl.  He breathed slowly and with some hardness.  His thoughts were mired in a myriad of confusion and ache.  What was happening?  What was going on?
	Then, the little girl’s dress was raised.  Being a wee lass and with a short-short dress on it didn’t take much “raising” to reveal her nice white panties.  Jonathan began to sweat.  His heart began to pound and the confusion and worry began to fade.  The little girl’s panties were tugged down and despite her young-young age—Jonathan moaned and those unnatural desires were “released” from the dark abode.
	The dress was lifted off, the panties were rolled down, the shoes removed and the panties were flung to Jonathan who had ceased breathing and all thought.  He liked panties; he liked regular panties on regular girls.
	‘hug her.’ a Voice said.
	Jonathan reached out pulling the child in giving her a good hug.
	‘go ahead, rub your dick against her.’
	Jonathan hadn’t realized it; yet, but—he was naked.
	Naked and inside some sort of drab dreary room that was dark and musty.
	There was only sufficient lighting to illuminate the immediate area.
	His cock, hard, went gleefully up and down the little girl’s vagina.
	No further encouragement or goading was needed; Missionary Jonathan Missfitt was “own his own.”  Unseen (from Jonathan’s mind) Arrow sat on a metal toolbox askew from three year old Nora Dumassabreek “acquired” from a church parking lot not far from his military base.  She was the daughter of an American military family found wandering the lot alone and lost.  Arrow had a “company” vehicle in the way of a military dull green windowless van used for carrying explosives—or heavy duty tools to stranded military vehicles.
	Jonathan roamed his hands all over Nora’s naked backside and ass—mostly her ass.  His cock pressed hard against her sex and was gouged to the tyke’s slit.  Then, on his own, pulled the youngster up onto his lap and leaned back in the angled down bench seat.  Other than the front two seats in the cab there was the secondary seat—a beach seat that could be angled down.
	Gingerly, with his hands on the little girl’s hips, he grinded her sex against his.  Nope!  No morals here!  The missionary angled the girl, positioned her, and glided her young body against his superior erection lifting her up just so as the head of his manhood could gouge her vagina.  No morals, no hesitation, no Christian in sight…
	After cumming all over the little one’s pussy, stalwart missionary continued rubbing his cum spewing spewer all over the mess attempting what seemed to be an earnest attempt at penetration.  With his hands clamped tenaciously onto the girl’s butt the man who liked to dance, preach the doctrine of Christ, poo-poo on haters, managed to drive a little of his dong into the girl’s sex.
	Arrow was pleased.
	Five year old Colleen Kluntsore was next; from a different area of the German town and was in fact a German girl!  She wore bib overalls—but not for long!  Jonathan was still oblivious to Arrow’s presence.  He stared at the naked child clad in her panties—just the way he liked ‘em.  All his inhibitions were nulled; his desires rampant.  And after a generous hug, a tug of the panties down, the missionary man positioned the child down on the folded down crappy green vinyl seat, opened her legs, and laid his manly manhood against her pussy.
	A generous hump and then he was determined to make vaginal entry.
	And he did.  Not all the way but close counts.  Sliding part way in was just as good and the belly slug entered in a realm of delicious joy as what he had managed to enter thrilled him greatly.  The sensations were out of the world he knew to be sane.  Summoning up some cum the man washed the girl’s cunny with his essence then rested his schlong against her cunny to hump for every tiny bit o’ ball juice there was.
	Nope—no morals here!

Startling revelations
	With a bit of a headache, Breeanne (Breezy) tried to make sense of what she was seeing.  And even after still couldn’t gather what was what and how and especially why.  A girl about ten lay partially clothed/naked across the lap of a naked man and she was being spanked.  Her panties were down at her knees along with her green pants.  No shoes but she had on green socks.  Her green shirt with multi colored flowers all over it was pushed up along with the trainer underneath.
	It was confusing to Breezy; was this a dream?  There was dryness in her mouth and a ringing in her right ear.  She did not recognize her environment but it was musty smelling wherever it was.  No windows and the light that there was was diffused and not much of it—allowing only enough to see the girl with short shoulder length brown hair being spanked.
	Not hard but enough to turn her white butt cheeks a slight shade of red.

	The brown haired girl’s panties were pushed down by the naked man; he had dark hair and cold dark eyes.  After taking the girl’s panties off he stood her up, hugged her and caressed her reddened bum.  The man then sat back in a large wide chair of some sort totally revealing his nakedness.
	Breezy was appalled; then,
	‘have you seen a naked cock before?’
	Breeanne had an older brother and two younger ones—so yes she had seen “cock” before.  Had she touched one, or two, or all?  The question from “somewhere” burned into her mind.  Of her older brother, Sam, well—he was sixteen and sometime they—sometime they—they—
	What?
	Breezy felt suddenly awash with fever.  
	“Sometimes I let him put it on me.”
	For a long moment there was silence—save for the slapping of the naked man’s cock against the pussy of the ten year old.  Breezy gulped as the image of her brother slapping HIS cock against her butt.  In the bathroom in the mornings usually before school—and even CHURCH she would sneak her underwear down exposing her butt cheek.  Then, the horny teenager would flop his cock against her ass, gouge up and down her crack, and hump tenaciously until satisfied—somewhat.
	‘did you please him other ways?’ the inquiring Voice asked.
	Breezy refused to acknowledge the invading question; her mouth hung open and after a minute or so—‘I played with his dick.’ She answered in her mind.  Often times when the timing was right—usually after everyone else had gone to bed, they snuck into the basement or out to the backyard where they fooled around to the point of mutual masturbating—pleasing one another sexually without having sex.
	‘oral?’; ‘anal?’
	Breezy gulped and felt somewhat faint.  Tempted by her brother’s allowance she “kissed” the head of his dick but wouldn’t go down on it.  No anal.  Sam did, though, get to lick her out making her squeal and feel funny.  Nothing more followed.
	‘stand up,’ the Voice said, ‘take off your clothes.’
	Breezy at first declined and tried to refuse, “I will not!” she said defiantly.
	But then—then she felt as if someone were behind her pulling her up.
	There were others in the room—she saw a boy, another girl, another girl.
	Before panic set in she found herself suddenly calmer.  Confusion filled her, consumed her.  So much so that she did not realize that she had removed her top!  She wore a summery blouse of blue and white with short sleeves and a low neckline.  For her age, fourteen, she had a nice set of breasts.  She knew that they were the object of many an eye—boys and men alike!
	Then her gray pants were undone and being tugged down!
	Breezy didn’t understand.  She felt ill to her stomach and another hot wave swept over her.  Blinking her eyes she stared at the little girl and the naked man; now the girl was on his lap, all her clothes were off and the man’s penis was—the man’s penis was—was jamming its way UP into her asshole!
	Suddenly—suddenly there was a penis touching her and it wasn’t Sam’s!
	Fear swallowed her; ‘What the hell is going on!?’
	She heard a giggle; a low guttural snicker-like giggle.
	Her light purple panties were at her knees.  Oh my!
	Her breath was taken.
	The penis not her brother Sam’s was against her bare ass dragging itself all about.  Hands not hers or her brother’s came to fondle her breasts.  Then-THEN, fingers not her own came to begin fingering her pussy.  Breezy was beside herself.  The fingers not her own diddled her pussy with special attention to her clit.  Tightening her ass she tried to rebuke whatever was going on.
	No avail.
	Hands moved up and down her sides and all her attention was solely on the naked man and his sodomizing of the little brown haired girl.  The man’s penis popped out; it was “dirty” and slathered in sperm.  The man scooped up the girl’s panties and wiped his penis off.  Then he hugged the girl, turned her where Breezy could see her and began fingering her smooth puffy pussy.  She was a virgin.
	Breezy felt her legs being moved—firstly to free her feet of her lowered clothing.  Then she was moving across the few feet distance to the naked girl and naked man.  She moved as if she had cement weights on her ankles.  Then, when at the naked man he blatantly opened his legs and a powerful force pushed Breeanne down to her knees.
	The naked man waggled his cock from its base.
	‘suck it.’
	“HELL NO!” yelled aloud Breeanne.
	A sharp swift swat to her ass made her think otherwise.  And the ten year old, Julie, was swatted equally swiftly with the threat that if Breezy didn’t “go down” on the provided cock the little girl would get more.
	Breezy didn’t want to be responsible for someone else’s distress—but she did not want to “go down” on the foul cock, either, regardless of it being cleaned.  It still had been up Julie’s asshole and it was still a cock—a MAN cock!
	Slowly—slowly-slowly—Breezy went down on the cock.  Though it was clean it was funky smelling causing the girl to retch.  The taste of “cock” was odd to her.  She couldn’t describe it—her emotions overwhelmed her and somehow she managed not to throw up.  She gagged but engulfed the man’s cock.
	Then it was all about going UP and DOWN the shaft.
	Then she was schooled on tonguing the crown and piss slit.
	Meanwhile, as she worked the organ in her mouth another organ worked her other orifice—from behind.  The plunging was incredible—it was like taking a huge shit—but in reverse!  The man plunging his fuckstick into her ass began spanking her as he did so.  Then, just before the man she was sucking creamed in her mouth she was pulled up and she was rudely and somewhat roughly settled onto the cock she had just been sucking.
	The cock she had just been sucking rammed itself UP into her cunny.
	Breezy yelped as her intact hymen was mercilessly broken.  Then to describe the rest of the detail of the cock invading her she couldn’t.  The man gripped her hips and worked her up and down pulling her to him.  As she grinded her body against the naked man she saw more kids behind them in the semi darkness.

I’m the kind of guy who bursts out laughing randomly at things you don’t find nearly as hilarious as I do.  Secondly; Pain makes you stronger; Tears make you braver; a broken heart makes you wiser; Alcohol makes you not remember any of that crap!  Alcohol!  Here’s to alcohol—‘cause no great story ever started with a salad.  I got a cheque from a social programme and so my mother in-law (who is living with me now) asked me to take her some place expensive—we went to the petrol station down the street.  A lot of people I know are alive today simply because I don’t want to go to prison.  I just don’t understand these new drugs today; Adderall to perk up; Xanax the calm down; Prozac to feel normal; back in my day (and today) a good beer worked for all three!  Reality Check:  when you need “advice” everybody is ready to help you; when you need “help” everybody is ready to give you advice.  I’m very busy doing things I don’t need to be doing in order to avoid doing anything I’m actually supposed to be doing.  Sometimes it looks like my poor life decisions were nothing more than excellent drinking opportunities!  Sometimes I think I need to drink less; then I realize that I am not drunk enough to be having this conversation with myself.  I wish it was socially acceptable to throw water balloons at people I do not like; that way it wouldn’t actually hurt them but it would ruin their day.  I’ve cum to realize that the only honest people are small children and drunk people.  And lastly; “I don’t have dirty thoughts; I have unapologetically normal thoughts that just happen to be horribly disgustingly erotic.”

Farts in the wind (and other turds that sings)
	She wasn’t sure but she thought she knew the boy; there was a girl there, also she thought she knew.  Another boy and—and several other girls from about ten or so.  Her asshole smarted—it was like taking a huge shit (being fucked in the butt.)  She didn’t know why boys (men) wanted to bone girls “in da butt” but they did.  In the mouth, pussy, wherever, whenever, however.  A hole was a hole was a hole.
	It was all about power and conquest.
	After her asshole “snapped shut” to normal Breeanne felt herself being pulled back somewhat and on her knees.  The circus of abnormality continued with the bringing in of the girl Breeanne thought she knew.  And she did!
	“Oh my God!” blurted Breeanne, “Bonnie!”
	Bonnie Sweetlick was thirteen, her daddy was a lieutenant colonel in the army, her mommy taught English at a public school.  The girls had been walking in the art district of their town going to go to an afternoon matinee of some show when—when—
	She couldn’t remember.  Her memory of what happened or how was not there—she only had memory of recent events.  The mustiness of the “room” was unpleasant; there was little light, and the air itself was stale.
	Bonnie had long silky brown hair, soft brown eyes, a soft face overall.  She was out going, was a pitcher on her school’s softball team, a bit of a tomboy who didn’t like dressing up for special events—or any events.  Lately, she and Breeanne were discussing creating a babysitting club; gather other girls in the other and go into business as a club babysitting the kids in their immediate area.
	Bonnie stood and looked as if though she were in a trance of some kind.
	Breezy licked her lips, “Bonnie?” she quizzed.
	Nothing.
	The naked man sat in a layer of sex sweat—some of it was Breeanne’s.  He smiled then caressed Bonnie’s butt slipping a hand up under her shirt all the while flogging his dog.  Breezy was suddenly horrified by the despicable act—by the whole sordid affair as it were.  And as Breezy breathed hard she watched as Bonnie undone her pants and pushed them down—followed by removing her top and then bra.
	Breezy thought for sure she heard a “voice”.  In her head.  But it was like—like muffled sort of kind of—and far away.  It was confusing and she couldn’t quite make it out and determined that it was not directed to her—but to, of course, her friend.  
	The naked man tugged Bonnie’s vibrant yellow panties down to her knees.  His eyes were locked solely on the girl’s bared butt.  Stroking his penis there was great lust in his eyes—in his persona.  Entranced, the tomboy Bonnie shucked her panties, stepped out of them, then settled herself with guidance from the naked man onto the naked man’s lap.  His manly manhood when slappingly up against her furry cunt.
	Then, with her legs draped over the man’s legs—
	‘go down on her.’
	Breezy knew the words and had a fair idea of what the connotation “go down” inferred.  But Breezy was in no way going to comply.  Well, not willingly.
	On her knees with her face mere inches from her friend’s poon, Breezy felt strong pressure on her person as she struggled to resist.
	‘resist is futile!’
	‘lick her pussy’, the Voice cooed, ‘and all will be alright.’
	Breezy doubted that but leaned in and began licking.
	Then, before she knew it, she was doing same to a pussy that HAD no hair!
	It was one of the little girls, a ten year old.  Breezy couldn’t remember what had happened with Bonnie.  It was weird.  The new girl, Angela, wriggled as she was being licked out.  She was not as much in a trance as had the girl before her.  Angela’s poon was bald; she had peed some and so there was that to deal with.  And the man she sat on?  His cock was jammed up her ass.
	Nice.
	Somehow Breezy managed to keep it together and applied her tongue all over the young girl’s pussy.  It wasn’t too awful to do but still—Breezy didn’t particularly care to do it.
	The man’s dick popped out the girl’s pooter.  It was foul, nasty, and stained.
	Breezy waited.  And waited.  The man’s stained schlong went slapping against the little girl’s pussy with intent on penetration.  Breezy determined that the little girl was a virgin.  Thankfully, though, the man only made an “attempt” and didn’t follow thru.  Angela was, though, turned about facing the man with his hard cock going back up into the girl’s pooter.
	Breezy was right there—right there mere inches from the act watching as every inch of the man’s dick went ALL THE WAY IN and then out most the way.  Then back IN and part way out—over and over for what seemed several long enduing minutes.  There was a curious smell, an odor that wafted up from the act—like burning rubber?  There, too, was cum drizzling down the man’s stained dong.
	Then suddenly a great coating came slathering the man’s dick and coating his balls.  The man’s hands griped the girl’s butt tight and hard; he jammed himself into the girl as the final throws of their doing came to a quick close.  It was kind of disgusting.  The man made a “whew” sigh then patted the girl’s butt and she dismounted.
	“I need a break.” The man further said and clambered off the seat and slid a door open.  It was a van!  Breezy suddenly recalled seeing a green army van but not much more than that.
	Another man came into being; he was tall, lanky, mysterious hazel eyes, short-short sandy brown hair with a tattoo off the side of his head.  At first and Breezy couldn’t place it; it was a symbol that reminded her of—of—an arrow?
	Like the first man, the second man was naked.  His cock was brick hard and he waggled it before her as Breezy was still on her hands in knees.
	‘suck it.’
	The words burned into her mind and she felt a compelling force pushing and pulling her.  Closing her eyes she “went down” on the dong finding it truly reprehensible.  The taste, the smell, the distaste was revolting.  How she managed not to puke she didn’t know.  She sucked and sucked taking nearly all of the massive cock before sitting back retching and gagging.
	For a change up—a boy came into play.
	There were three boys in the mix; seven girls counting Breeanne.
	The first boy was somewhat tan but mostly white.  Tall, short blond hair, an incredible smile, and readily stripped off his clothes (all the while he was smiling.)  Breeanne wasn’t sure if he was entranced or what.  And once he was naked he sat on the second man’s lap.  That man “reached around” to fondle the boy’s flaccid cock and only slightly hairy nut sac.  He was a lad of about twelve.  That boyish face was amazing!  He looked nice and try as she might, Breezy couldn’t keep from looking/staring/gazing at his schlong.
	‘suck it.’
	Breezy sighed—somehow she knew that was coming.
	‘well, at least it’s clean.’ she said to herself.  There was still hesitation but she complied and it was not so bad.  The “taste” was familiar to that of string cheese.  It was warm to the touch and filled her mouth with jutting motions.  On her own, Breezy fondled the boy’s balls and found herself fingering herself!  OH!
	She sucked and sucked and sucked—sucked and sucked and sucked.
	Then, received hotly (and fluidly) into her mouth a massive wash of boy spunk.  It like totally grossed the cock sucking girl out.  She retched and gagged right to the point of vomiting.  The taste of spew was ewewe.
	She also sucked the boy’s nut sac.
	Afterward, she sat back for a breather.  What happened during that time she wasn’t sure.  Nextly, though, there was one of the other boys sitting before the first boy.  Breezy knew this boy, they schooled together.  She also knew the first boy.  Brian Barnswatt was twelve and sung in the school’s choir, was in the archery club and spoke German so well he was helping tutor others who were struggling.
	Keven Lostland was fourteen but easily could pass for a twelve year old.  He was an avid soccer player and good at it, too.  Breeanne sort of kind of had a slight crush on the boy.  He was handsome and more than once did she think of the boy naked.  Well—here he was!  And not only was he naked—he was right in front of her sucking the schlong of Brian!
	It was a mind blowing experience for sure for sure.

	But before Brian spewed his ewewe into Kevin’s mouth, Kevin moved up and help guide Brian’s cock into his ass.  Up close and too personal did Breezy watch boy-on-boy fucking.  The man they sat on—his cock languished off to one side like a banana.   The boys fucked, some girls sniveled and weeped, and out side—outside the first man stood in the nude being kissed by the sun peeing on Kevin’s little sister, Annie!
	OH!
	Kevin’s little sister was eleven; kind of flat chested, very pretty to very cute, very smart; she played the flute at school, sang in the school choir, and Breeanne knew her.  Her stomach churned as she saw the girl stark naked being pissed on.
	What hell had Breeanne come in to?
	Annie looked frail but she was about normal; she had twin pig tails, wore glasses, dark hair, and should be showing some signs of maturity in the titty department.  Annie did not; she wore a trainer but it really wasn’t necessary.
	The first naked man stood blatantly whizzing away showering the girl with his pee.  Most of his yellow stream splashed onto her chest and stomach with some aim to her pussy.  Then, while Kevin took it in the ass from Brian, Annie took it in the mouth from the man.  On her knees the young girl engulfed the man’s cock; she didn’t react as much as she should.  Breeanne didn’t know if she was so mindless that she didn’t know what she was doing or what.
	Right at the moment of escalation the man pulled out to blast his load onto the sweet girl’s face.  Furiously and did the man work his magic flute squirting his cream all over the girl’s face.  Then she sucked his balls before being led back into the van.

	A very pretty girl about twelve stood up and undressed herself.  Her name was Holly; she had long blond hair in twin braids, very white, very pretty.  She wore a checkered red/white short sleeved shirt, a pink bra, rust colored jeans, orange panties.  The man with the “arrow” tattoo on his head got an instant hard-on.  The boys, Kevin and Brian got re-boned boners, too.  The girl was quite pretty and very virgin.
	Firstly, after watching her undress and step out of her clothes, she laid down across the lap of the Arrow man.  The Pissing man had come back inside the van with the pissed on Annie and as he settled down sitting Indian style he pulled the naked Annie onto his lap.  Holly was spanked.
	Arrow man smacked the girl’s lily white ass causing her distress; she cried out and fidgeted.  Another swat followed two more than the boys, Kevin, Brian, and seven year old Shaun smacked the girl’s ass before the next thing.

	The next thing:  while Arrow man smoothed his hand over the burning flesh of Holly’s ass—Kevin got his weenie sucked (by Holly.)  Whether or not the girl had sucked dong before was not clear but she seemed to have pre-knowledge of the act and performed the job well enough.  There was not even any gagging!
	Kevin didn’t cum but he was close.  But after several minutes and no production he was pushed aside and young Brian took his turn.  HE came off in the girl’s mouth in four minutes time.  This DID cause the pretty pre-teen to retch as the taste of spunk was too much for her.
	Then, young-young Shaun got his turn.  He was not cummer so he went the full five minutes being sucked on before the next-next thing.  And that was, of course, Kevin “getting some”.  He was pulled around and positioned behind Holly.  Holly’s legs were parted and the boy was guided into stabbing his slobbered on erection into the girl’s asshole and pussy.  One after the other.  Both were virgin.
	The boy preferred the snugness of the girl’s quim but also liked driving his bone into the girl’s turd way.   And that was where he did cum off, too.  Arrow man swatted the boy’s ass as he pumped.  Kevin didn’t seem to mind, he winced now and then but the pleasure of fucking overwhelmed the spanking.
	Brian was able to stay in Holly’s pussy and there he did cum.  Like Kevin he was also swatted and that seemed to only prompt him to fuck faster and harder.  And just as the boy came Arrow man could hold off no longer and moved the boy out of the way and brought the girl to the floor where he mounted her and drove his expert fuck stick into the girl’s broken-in cunt.
	Holly thrashed and was very aware of what was happening.  She clenched the foul carpeting she lay on; she wriggled, arched, twisted, and wept as she was dicked.  Arrow Man merely smiled and sneered at the girl and went on to hump her until he was drained.
	Pissing Man, Jonathan Missfitt, fondled little Annie all over, fingered her pussy and tweaked her nipples while she watched in horrified awe the abuse of her friend, Holly.  When Kevin had done his thing he came over and stood before his bewildered sister and she was goaded into sucking his hellish funky cock.  He came off in her mouth and ejaculated the rest onto her sweet-sweet face.
	Brain did likewise minutes later followed by Shaun.
	While Annie barfed hanging her head outside the open van’s door; the last member of the van’s crew was brought into play.  She was nine years young, light blond hair in serious curls of some styling; very-very naïve, very-very pretty.  She was well poised, well polite, well mannered.  She wore a nice green knee-length dress appropriate for a party or social event.  Green panties, too.  No bra, she didn’t need one.  After her panties were slid down her not-so-tan legs she stood to be gawked at.  Kevin’s bone that had just emptied into his sister’s mouth stiffened.  He was directed, though, to licking his sister’s asshole—the girl continued to hang her head out the open door retching and gagging.  
	Kevin got to his knees and though he very muchly didn’t want to he put his tongue to his sister’s sweaty glistening asshole and licked.  And after licking put his aching schlong to her glistening sweaty asshole and entered her.  It was quite a sight; the freshly nude nine year old Kathy was laid across Alex’s lap as he took position on the bench seat and lightly swatted.  Brian and Shaun took their turns spanking followed by Brian licking the girl’s poop chute.  It was clean but still…
	The boy made a face, closed his eyes, and winced as he applied his tongue to the disgusting deed.  Kevin was pumping faster and faster as he achieved his ultimate goal; his sister whom he was putting it to faster and faster clung onto the van for dear life.  When the boy withdrew her hole was enormous!  Gobs of cum oozed out of the funky funk hole for all to see.
	After licking Kathy’s pooter, Brian’s hardened cock entered her there.
Jonathan, Pissing Man, smacked the boy’s ass while he humped; then, like his no morals whatsoever friend, Arrow, Jonathan took the girl to the floor and had his way with her.  His dick was extraordinarily happy with the deed; he fucked slow until reaching that certain apex whereas going “slow” was not an option.
	“Spank him.” Arrow said to the boys and girls.  Breeanne and Kevin landed their hands to Jonathan’s pumping ass.  So did Bonnie and Annie, then Brian and Julie.  After cumming off and pulling out then laying on his side heaving—
	“Do her.”
	Arrow directed his command to Kevin.  The boy hesitated but ultimately complied.

*

The fuck of it
	To say the least the military installations were on high alert as well as uproar over the latest fiasco of their children being kidnapped for sexual depraved purposes.  Efforts were stepped up to detect EMADs.  All personnel went thru a variety of classes and procedures to detect Users and protocols in determining course of actions.  Among other enduring actions of this and that.  A big hassle whereas a near curfew was enacted.  Everyone was suspect and regarded as a pervert.  It was chaos.
	So, for a long-long while (months) Alex and Arrow cooled their abnormal lust and went about their business as military gents.  They stayed mostly on their base only venturing into the German city nearby “occasionally.”  They were hard pressed to keep the perverted lust to themselves but they did manage.
	However,
	That was off-base stuff.

	ON base and there was Spec. 4 Margret Spankitt and Spec. 4 Wendy Trumphome.  Wendy was pregnant and not long for going home Stateside.  Alex set his sights on her.  The sights of Kevin fucking his sister, Annie, was still vehemently etched in his mind.  As when Kathy lay across his lap and was spanked until her bottom was tomato red then sauced by the likes of Kevin and Brian.
	Using Arrow’s magnificent mind altering device and just days before Wendy departed the foreign soil for home ground, he nailed her.  The Company was for the most part out in the field playing army games.  Alex was recovering from an appendix attack—so he got free reign of the virtually empty building.  He had light duty involving manning the company phones, checking entrance doors, and then doing very little if anything at all.
	Only a few others occupied the three company building.  A military police company as well as a heavy duty armored company also had residence but were also all out “in the field” save for a few.  One night, just after pizza and beer, Alex enacted his deviant ways.  Just as the Subject made for the elevator to the 3rd floor where mostly there were females of the military units—
	‘STOP!’
	When the woman STOPPED! Alex sighed.  It was late evening; no more than ten personnel of the combined three companies were in the building—well, according to the check-in list not exactly; there were five who were “out”.  The others Alex knew and knew that they wouldn’t be “barging” in on anything corrupt.  The interior of the building’s entrance was dimly lit; well lit outside but not so much inside but enough to see.  The hallways were illuminated at the baseboards and at the entrances to the stairs and elevators.  The CQ (Charge of Quarters) had its own room just off to one side of the main entrance.
	‘Come back.’
	Alex had several plans and would play each one as necessary.
	Plan One:  Subject in CQ room.  Done!
	Next:  get subject naked.  In progress.
	Wendy made a curious face when told in her mind “get naked.”  
	Alex sighed again; he posed the command again (electronically) but there were no green lights all the way across the command screen.  Also, the brain wave patterns were not syncing causing some concern in the User.  The Device had been in well use with Arrow and the Missionary—maybe it needed a holiday?  There was a power boost—but in doing so the Subject was often left very-very mindless to a near zombie state of being.
	That was Plan Two.  Alex guided the very pregnant Wendy back to the elevator and thought ahead—‘if I stay with her and bring her out of her stupor—?’ she might or might not freak out about.  Also, if he stayed with her she might or might not remember him (later on at his court martial for rape and sexual assault).
	Plan Three—leave her be and let her go to her room.
	Follow-up Plan Three:  race madly up the stairs (abandoning his post) and nail her at her room.  Usually CQ duty requires 2 personnel; a NCO and an underling.  With all NCOs and “underlings” out in the Field manning the CQ post was a single occupation.  The duty of that particular post was generally 7AM to 7AM, too.
	Wendy stumbled at the elevator, shook her head, made a retching sound, then looked around curiously.  Alex had ducked back into the CQ room checking the mirror in the corner to see the elevator.  As soon as she entered the lift he was off—stumbling himself as he raced up the three flights of stairs bashing into the fucking fire extinguisher on the 2nd floor nearly wrenching his shoulder off.
	At the 3rd floor the Subject exited the elevator and made her way humming some moronic kiddie tune, farting, and arriving at her quarters where she had said quarters alone.  As soon as the door was open—
	Zap!
	‘Go into your room.’
	She did—but of course, she was doing that anyways.  So, to make sure he had her mind—
	‘Take off your clothes.’
	She did—but of course, she was probably going to do that anyways.
	According to the EMAD, the brain wave patterns (Beta  Alpha  Theta  Delta) seemed to be synced up with the lights all “green” indicating cohesion indicating that the mind grab had been successful.  Still, to be sure (and safe)—
	Alex stepped up to the open door; Wendy was undressing and not aware of his presence.  ‘Bend over.’ he transmitted his command.
	Wendy “bent over.”
	‘Spread your cheeks!’
	Wendy spread open her cheeks.
	What ho!
	Alex stepped inside the room, shut the door, and undressed himself.