August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 18
And the Saga Continues
Vignettes:  The Orgasm That Was 

I gotta crap like a bastard!
Author’s Note:  On the subject of me Mother In-Law
	In a word—a fine ole gal!  Now, I’m a Little Person if’in ye dinna know.  I’m a few cunt hairs under five foot being tall—quite a few cunt hairs (4’2” I am being well and less than a box of veggies in weight.)  Got a pair of misfigured legs, bow legged like if’in I been a-ridin’ a horsey for a few years—but I aint!  So, I’m somewhat confined to a motorized wheelchair.  And we don’t often get along—I tend to lean a lot and fall out.  Thankfully, me Mother in-Law has been there to set me straight.  She’s a bit Irish and a lot German.  In the past we haven’t always gotten along, either; but in her later years she’s mellowed and has become quite a grand ole gal.  One incidence of note was when after arriving in Camden Town I was out trolling—er, patrolling the local establishments and got into an altercation with a local who took offense at my chair—or me.  After I was riled up and about to get my scrawny arse whipped—whooped—and pummeled who should show up but me Maudealine (aka Mother in-Law).  She took over and her powerful 5’10 frame resembling a Russian female body building set things straight with the bloke who sought to rearrange my body parts.  We had a pint and since then—well, we’ve actually become friends!
	Maudealine once referred me as a rat.  I got a long black beard, hair, earrings, and have had a few Hollywood movies under me belt—playing a penguin in a Batman movie, and several other roles needing short people of stature such as I.  I do not have any children—whew!  Me wife passed on from cancer—she had the damnedable stuff before we were married and I was aware of it.  She lived five years after our cohesion.  She was an American gal, from Tennessee as a fact.  I’ve lived there and became acclimated to the States acquiring my knowledge of American way of life during my time there.
	To those folk who have written me wondering if there anything funky going on betwixt me an’ me Mother in-Law—let me be straight-----NO!  Not NO but HELL NO!  She’s not a bad dame; she’s not plump but really well endowed.  She looks a little like a donkey’s behind, too.  
	But, however, I do call her friend.  She also roots for The Hammers—so, there’s that.

*

When last we left them—
	Sliding his cock into Wendy’s very pregnant body was delicious.  She was fairly tight and very snug.  Alex’s cock was very happy.  He was sure that he was giving the child within pecker dents!  Wendy was mindlessly giving and unawares that she was being breeched.  After she had stripped off her clothes and laid out on her bunk—naked Alex stole some minutes just gendering at her.  It was his first time boning a pregnant lady.  First time for everything!
	Wendy was a pretty gal, a cunt hair over 5’7”, very white skin, nice titties, nice ass, nice smile.  And her acknowledging Alex’s existence on Earth cemented their friendship.  She hailed from Georgia but didn’t have the accent/drawl.  She did, though, have a nice-nice pussy.  Her hubby was “out in the field” and he would be going home with her.
	Alex found plunging his fuck stick into Wendy’s sex was from behind her.  There was more suitable access and pleasure abounded from that behind action.  Fondling of the woman’s titties was also pleasurable and delivering his load of spunk extra ordinary in like a gracious release of dopamine.
	It was a good fuck and worthy of another—after a ram up her ass!
	Wendy moaned, groaned, and received a generous gob of man grease.  Alex had no idea making love to a pregger could be so rewarding!  After showering he sat on the bed checking the naked pregnant woman out.  He was mostly drawn to her cunny but marveled at her overall and once more gave her baby inside pecker dents—and a most hefty load of spunk splashing on his/her sac.
	And there was no remorse.  In fact, after the second fucking there was a third fucking!  Followed by some spanking!  The third fucking and he nailed the woman whilst she were on her backside.  It twernt easy; being very near to her delivery date her belly was much.  Alex, therefore, put her ankles on his shoulders and drilled her pussy struggling to achieve the ultimate goal—which took as many as five minutes.
	Thereafter he smoked a joint and blew the smoke up into Wendy’s twat.
	Seemed cool at the time.

 What time is it?  It’s Arrow time!
	With the minding device back in his hands, Arrow Stonehart found Judy Misfitt’s boyfriend in “need”.  He and the missionary’s daughter were already getting it on and Arrow found that the young man had the hornies for her sisters.  What was Arrow to do but help out a fellow horndog!
	Roger Clamaspree like Judy and enjoyed that she had “suddenly” become so more giving of herself—of her sex.  But Roger also wanted to have a go at her sisters, Jolene and Jennifer.  The boy was more than willing to have sex with the young girls—with no hesitation whatsoever.  There was concern that he should be found out; the girls would squeal on him or something like the oldest one getting pregnant.  Arrow managed the teen’s concerns and he went on to plunge his fuck stick into Jolene and then Jennifer.
	The young teen Christian boy who was well on his way to being a fine upstanding singer and praiser also had a penchant for “younger” girls.  Arrow helped him out in his desires.  Young girls, teens, some young adult gals and for some reason a woman from his church who was an assistant director.  She was a woman in her 40s; not a bad looking dame, hubby was a major in the army, and Roger Clamaspree wanted to bone her.
	But first!
	Karyn Sitinatree.
	She was a very cute little girl who had Roger’s heart first time he saw her; she was the little sister of a girl in the church choir and often came to practice and often sat in the front row and often wore a dress of some sort and often opened her legs as she fidgeted and often gave Roger a hard-on as he often saw her panty clad crotch.
	More than anything did he want to have her to himself—for truly nefarious purposes (such as sex and sexual frivolity.)  The girl had lovely golden blond hair, brilliant blue eyes, a very nice smile and gave Roger serious fantasies about what he would do with her should he ever have the chance.
	The chance.
	After having his way with Jolene and Judy Misfitt the Christian boy just wasn’t the same.  On his mind was Karyn.  Her sister, Kristy, was a good option, too.  As were Kristy’s friends—as were Karyn’s friends.  Shooting his cum onto Karyn’s face was something he just HAD to do.  Dragging his balls across her face, licking out her prime pussy, shoving his prong into her asshole, and watching her slobber all over his cock—it was a dream he fantasized about constantly.
	One day, Roger was at the house of Karyn.  Big sister Kristy was there, along with two of her friends, one of Karyn’s friends, and Kristy’s mother.  Roger was beside himself being the only guy surrounded by all the fuckables.  He even wouldn’t mind screwing Kristy & Karyn’s mother!
	Arrow didn’t know how it was but it seemed as though the EMAD in his possession was even stronger!  This allowed multiple targets (aka Subjects) to have their minds walloped in one fell swoop!  (mleep!)

	Just Karyn and her friend, Merry, were in the kitchen, the rest in the living room.  The EMAD worked its wondrous magic and Roger was in business.  The boy was free to go to whomever he chose—of course he went to Karyn straightaway.  The girl was clad in a nice mid-thigh length blue non-party dress.  Roger went to his knees before her and looked her over closer than he had ever been able to do so before.  And after running his hands up and down her arms he did so to her sides working her shortie little dress up, too.
	Basic white kiddie panties awaited him for viewing.  Roger’s eyes were fixed on the undies for an inordinate amount of time causing his benefactor to goad the boy “get a-going!”  to wit Roger slowly eased down the girl’s panties and was transfixed then on the girl’s nakedness.
	He moaned.
	Arrow found himself also moaning.
	There were three teenage girls in the living room who would be excellent for debauchery, defiling, derailing but Roger and Arrow were more into the young stuff.  Oh well.  Roger went on to lower the six year old’s panties and then lift off her dress making her naked as the day she were born.  The boy then laid the girl down on her clothes, removed her panties from her ankles and with no fear “went down” on the girl undoing his clothing as he did so.
	Licking out the little girl’s pussy thrilled Roger to no end.  It was so smooth!  So innocent!  It was like licking out some special treat!  (and it was!) He licked, lapped, nipped, and drove his tongue wickedly into the child’s cunt before moving up her body shucking his pants and underwear dragging his balls against her young body.  Arrow couldn’t hold off no longer and joined in—undressing Merry.
	Merry Singharp was eight; a lovely girl with long curly dark brown hair.  Her long face, bursting eyes of blue, sweet smile, face of innocence made her a very delightful child.  As Roger humped the sweet face of Karyn, Arrow slid down Merry’s green tinted panties, smoothed his hands over her delicious butt, then laid her nakedly down on her clothes, parted her legs, and laid not his tongue to her virgin cunny but his throbbing hard cock.
	Roger pushed the head of his cock into Karyn’s mouth and masturbated hotly; Arrow eased into Merry’s sex getting the head into her and with some vile umph a bit more.  Then he began to pump.  After busting the “cherry” the dog hastened his efforts to get a good cum off to ease the way with lubrication.  The girl beneath him moaned then groaned in anguish.  Arrow grinned devilishly at her and gave dramatic thrusts into her body until he was well sated.
	Roger satisfied his unnatural yearnings with simple tea bagging—his not-too-hairy balls enjoyed graciously the act; his cock got all the harder jutting bits of cum onto the young girl’s hair.  Slowly he placed his nuggets into the girl’s mouth then sought to finger-finger-finger her pussy satisfying himself a little more.
	Karyn’s sister, Kristy, was thirteen.  The girl’s were not blood related.  Kristy had very nice long brown hair; she had a serious face, a bit of a tomboy, pitched for her school’s baseball team, ran forward on her soccer club, and was an instigator for a babysitter’s club in the community.  She spoke the German language fairly well, French not so much but had a close girlfriend who was a French girl so she was learning.
	Being a tomboy, Kristy seldom wore dresses or skirt outfits unless a special occasion.  Tight jeans and other forms of “pants” were her norm.  She was a “nice” girl, not the quintessential “nice” girl; she strove not to cuss—but she knew the words and most of their meanings.  No smoking or drinking but she did take a hit of a joint and had indulged in a wine cooler.
	As for sex?  A naïve seven year old boy under her care and an American boy who was in the hospital with a broken arm and banged up leg stemming from an accident.  The naïve seven year old was a handsome fart; light sandy hair, very green eyes, a sweet innocent smile, and willing to do anything with Kristy—sex being one of them.
	Little boys were safer; they had the potential to spill what they had done that day to their parents or siblings and so that was a bit of a worry for Kristy.  And using key words like “don’t tell” on me or you’ll never see me again was a high factor that still worried her.  But the draw to have illicit sexual rompings with young boys was too much to ignore.  The other boy was eleven and HE had to potential to get her pregnant.  Regardless, she sucked him off and engaged in sex—up the ass was first but her cunny demanded dick.
	So far she was not pregnant.
	Arrow sought to maybe disrupt that by thrusting his cunt hungry cock into her cock hungry cunt.  Her nakedness was something to marvel; lightly tan all over—ALL over.  No panty or bra lines; no swimsuit lines—tan-tan-tan.  And those titties!  Nice!  For thirteen the girl was a marvelous darling worthy of a good dicking.
	Roger eyed the girl’s mother, Miranda.  She was a hottie!  In her 40s but big deal; she was hot!  She wore a burgundy pantsuit reminiscent of the Disco era but she wore it well.  Super curly hair; perfume, hair style, and the way she poised herself reminded Arrow of the roller derby dames.  But Roger went for Kristy’s friend, Peggy Anne.
	Unlike Kristy, Peggy Anne was a virgin.  And unlike Kristy, Peggy Anne preferred dresses than jeans and pants.  Long dresses, too; long flowing things and seldom anything “above the knee.”  Peggy Anne had soft supple looks; she spoke softly, too.  But when Roger slipped the girl’s dress off—he was surprised to find the girl had no panties on!  A bra, yes, panties—no.

	Intrigued, Roger stole a moment to take in the girl’s nakedness—he thought girls especially would wear undies.  He himself didn’t always and also would like to go naked if he could get away with it.  His fingers delicately moved about the naked teen’s body—a wondering eye continued to check out Kristy’s mom, Miranda.
	Arrow delivered a generous portion of his love DEEP into Kristy’s fuckable fuck hole.  The girl’s nipples stiffened and she produced a goodly portion of female juices of her own.  Grinding against the girl’s clit enticed her all the more and she shuddered as the next wave of release came and drained her.  Arrow smiled and loved on her all the more keeping his schlong buried into her making slow movement although not as deep.
	Sheryl Whattheff was the other teenager present.  She was exceptional pretty; golden hair, styled golden hair, well poised, very smart, four months away from being fourteen years young, smelled good, and also had a thing for young non-cumming boys.
	Both Arrow and Roger were fairly well spent by the time they came to Sheryl.  Peggy Anne was the only one who did not follow-thru with the electronical commands of the EMAD—like “get undressed”.  Her mind was zapped and numbed but that was about it.  Kristy and Sheryl, however, followed thru and undressed themselves.  This helped with the revitalization of the two horndogs in their midst.  And butt naked the girl was even more exceptionally pretty.  Nice-nice titties, nice body form, nice butt.  Her pussy hair was trimmed nicely and expert eyes could tell the girl was NOT a virgin!
	Further investigation found the girl liked ‘em young; but unlike Kristy, Sheryl liked little girls!  Oh!  Boys were ok, but Sheryl liked to have little girls on her face, licking her pussy, and laying across her lap to be spanked!  OH! OH!  She was highly turned on by naked little girls; more so when they were across her lap and her lovely hands spanking them.  Only two girls were “willing” in that venture and only because Sheryl had caught them doing naughty with boys, smoking, stealing, and other assorted vices that boiled down to blackmail.  The “doing naughty” with boys was mutual masturbation, peeing in the backyard, and oral.
	Sheryl easily had her way with the misbehaving girls; neither girl (Daphne Mugmee and Darla Imahot) wanted to be ratted out.  The girls, eight and nine, had military parents whereas their daddies were officers and stern ones, too.  Sheryl had potential!  There were only three incidences where the naughty teen got to have her way, spanking the girls and getting them to lick out her pussy.  She desired more—much more.  Hmmmm
	Arrow and Alex enjoyed the girl doing her with a double penetration.  Her asshole was way tight but not all that virginal.  The girl was shoving alternate cock items up her turd way; candles, plungers, soda bottles, whatever.  Kinky!
	Miranda.
	There wasn’t much left for doing anything with Kristy’s mother; the two horny dogs were very well kaput by the time it was her turn.  Still, though, no since wasting that allotted time.  Miranda followed thru with the command “get undressed.”  She made faces of concern, cocked her head, and wasn’t sure that what she was doing was what she should be doing.  Regardless, she got naked and the doing unto to her was a done deal.
	There was something to be said for a well rounded woman.  A woman who knew how to fuck that is to say.  Miranda Sitinatree was one such.  Manipulating her mind just so and Arrow was able to find out just how much so was a woman and a woman in the know of “how to fuck.”  More to the point, a woman who knew how to please her man.  Arrow took first dibs and did so slowly.  His body as a whole was well worn out; his cock tingled and his balls were in business for themselves.  Still, though, Miranda was a worthy woman and after tonguing out her delicious pussy he nailed her.
	Miranda’s pussy was not unlike a snake drawing in its evening meal.
	To say the least she was a good fuck.  The woman KNEW how to fuck; her pussy was magical in a way—somehow there was a superior force at play tantalizing Arrow’s cock in a way and in a manner that had never been applied before.  Making love to the woman was a mind blower.  He loved on her bodacious ta-tas and grinded-grinded-grinded his cock against her love button thrilling the woman as much as she thrilled him.
	There was no strength left for anal play—that was left for Roger.  This after the woman sucked the teen’s dick.  Arrow took a shower and that helped rejuvenate his shagged out body.  So, while Roger humped Miranda’s ass, Arrow returned to the little girls in the kitchen…

*

Family unbliss
	Most boys who have sisters often have a wandering eye (and/or cock) for their sisters.  Kevin Unbliss was no different.  Kevin was lucky enough to have not one but TWO stunning sisters—one was fourteen years young and the other was eleven years young.  He himself was a mere thirteen years young.
	Nothing pertinent was going on at home—regarding sex and the frivolity that was sex.  There was “a little” but not enough to get excited about.  And nothing whatsoever with Katlynn—she was a staunch “no way”.  With Kellie, however, Kevin was able to see her naked, watch her in the shower, and when they could get away with it be in the shower with her!

	No sex, though.  Mutual masturbation was it and that was all young Kellie was going to go.  She was a little curious but more afraid.  Kevin was curious but more frightened of his Mother should they be caught—and Katlynn wasn’t any help, either.
	So, it came to pass that at the local military church on a particular Saturday in June where there were no weddings, funerals, bar mitzvahs, brit milah or other circumstances concerning the heart or penis there was a gathering of those individuals who were so inclined to teach the Word via puppets.
	Kevin’s mother, Patty, was in charge of the Sunday presentation; in an odd shaped classroom that was wider than it was longer, she conducted the puppet program.  Well, she would have had anyone showed up!  There had been interest expressed at the previous Sunday’s service but the follow thru was a little lacking.  Patty had drinks, cookies, mini cakes, and a box full of puppets.  There were leaflets and instructions printed up; a five week itinerary of how the puppet program was to work and be presented to the non-denom church body.
	No one showed.
	Well, no one visible anyways…

	To say something of the least—Patty was a little disappointed.  Maybe there was some other event on the base that had those who expressed interest doing something else?  Or maybe they simply didn’t care to embarrass themselves in front of the body.  (I’ll go with that one…)
	After almost an hour and no one showing she began the task of cleaning up; packing up the puppets and treats.  She noted that the east side door was closed—it had been open she was sure of it.  The classroom was odd shaped being wider than longer; the church body was off to one side separate from the various classrooms.  A courtyard there was with a small gym and kitchen.  Some teenage girls were in the kitchen preparing a lunch for some other scheduled activity for that Saturday.
	After dismissing the closed door issue and sighing in disappointment she then noted the west side door also closed.  That was the door she was closest to and had the decorations and information about the class.
	“Did you close the door?” she asked one of her children speaking to no one in particular.  No one spoke up.  Then,
	‘Take off your clothes.’
	Patty heard the “voice” in her head although it was muffled.  Then she saw her daughter Katlynn undressing herself.  And to her added horror so was young Kellie and Kevin.  Patty was perplexed and struggled to make sense of what she was seeing—then she knew.
	“Oh, no,” she quipped, “no-no-no!” she shook her head and was gaining more and more horrified by the second.
	Panic ensued Patty; she gripped the butt high table she leaned against struggling to breathe as she watched her children undress—and seemingly they did so without hesitation or struggle.  And once they were naked they stood shoulder to shoulder staring at their mother.  Patty tried-tried-tried not to gawk at her naked son—it had been a while since she had last seen him butt bare assed naked.
	Then, as Patty continued to wrap her head around the horror that was before her—fourteen year old Katlynn stepped forward, turned to a profile position, and “bent over.”  Thirteen year old Kevin then stepped up just behind his bent over sister and began rubbing his cock against her ass.
	In her mind, Patty heard what sounded like muffled words.  She couldn’t make them out; but the more she concentrated the more she heard tidbits sounding like, “rub” “grind” “glide” “poke.”  Patty knew full well that some jerkwad had one of those damn mind blasting control Devices.  She seethed and continued to watch in horror as her naked son dropped to his knees and put his face to his sister’s butt—specifically his face between her cheeks with his tongue flicking her asshole.
	Patty felt ill; panic was in the background but she mostly felt sick to her stomach as she watched her teenaged son apply his tongue to his sister’s butt hole.  Then he was standing rubbing his penis all over his sister’s butt, grinding against her, gliding up and down her crack; then poking into her hole with such reverence and umph that he actually made entry.
	More than horrified; more than confused; Patty could only watch (with open mouth) as her children engaged sexually immorally and seemingly without hesitation or knowledge of such.  Kevin pumped his sister’s ass until the moment of goal.  Then pulled out, picked up his sister’s panties, and wiped clean his soiled cock.  Kellie turned just so—just so as her mother could see gobs of brotherly cum oozing out.
	She was appalled and disgusted.  But more was to cum…
	Like,
	Katlynn firstly fondling her brother’s balls, caressing his cock, then laying out on a school conference table and spreading her legs.  Spreading her legs to reveal to all that she had a shaven muffin and that muffin wasn’t all that virginal.  Kellie had no idea nor did Kevin what all that meant.  Patty, on the other hand, did.
	But Patty was still “frozen” to the table she leaned against—watching in retching horror as her son “went down” on his sister.  Katlynn wriggled as her brother’s tongue tongued her non-virginal pussy.  His cock strengthened and although he wasn’t a pro at pussy eating he seemed to pick up the art of cunnilingus pretty well.  And after a few scant minutes he picked up the art of fucking just fine, too.

	 Kevin pumped hard giving his sister the fuck of her life—although not the FIRST fuck of her life.  It was, though, Kevin’s first fuck (in pussy anyways.)  Rivers of cum drizzled out of Katlynn’s snatch when the boy had achieved his ultimate goal.  His entire body, every fiber of his being, sizzled with incredible sensations he had never known before.  Of course those sensations were fleeting lasting mere seconds.
	There were lasting feelings, however, prompting the young boy to know that he wanted to engage in that special activity more and more and more and more and more and more and…
	Then, just as she thought the horror was over—
	‘Take off YOUR clothes!’
	The Voice was in her head—loud and clear.  A sort of odd cloud filled her field of vision and no matter how hard she strove to shake it loose it would not.  Her family was blotted out leaving a swirling mass of foggish clouds.  There was a curious “clicking” sound similar to someone walking on a cobblestone path with perhaps a cane.  The footsteps trod closer—closer—closer.
	“Take off your fucking clothes!” the Voice shouted.
	Patty was frightened—and a whole lot confused.  Slowly she complied not really knowing what she was really doing.  Really.  She breathed hard and felt a “presence” against her.  Not near her—against her.  There was an “odor” about the Presence.  She felt fear, trepidation, an ungodly fright that filled her with dread.
	A finger not her own began “fingering” her pussy.
	Tensing up did not help.
	“Relax.” The Voice pressing against her said.
	There was heavy breathing, a pungent odor now reeked havoc in her nostrils like a bad burp from a carbonated soda.  And no matter how hard she tried to downplay the intensity of tingling feelings coming from the Voice’s fingering of her sex—she could not deny said tingling feelings.  She clenched tightly trying to rebuke the fingers probing her cunny; a hand came to her ass grabbing it tightly.
	Then she felt a penis against her.
	A form formed before her; the eyes were dark and mysterious.  There was a nose and mouth undefined; a face, hair, all not so clear to her but there—there in her face breathing hard.  Hands not her own moved up and down her sides, her breasts were squeezed and then—THEN she felt the penis entering her.
	‘Relax.’ cooed the Voice.
	Patty could not.  She tensed up all the more and then more some as the man’s penis invaded her.
	“Oh my God!” she uttered as the presence of the cock snaked its way into her sex.  It felt enormous.  A new wave of intense feelings not felt before seethed thru her body; her nipples hardened and suddenly—suddenly there was want.
	It was confusing; it was disgusting.  
	It was horrible; it was deplorable, illicit, illegal, immoral.
	It was invigorating, enticing, exciting!
	All things concerning her family dissolved.  Nothing else mattered but the moment that was sex.  No matter the situation, the dire debauchery, Patty Unbliss strove only to achieve the maximum goal as much as the one driving her there.  She pumped back.  Gripping the man debauching her she wallowed in a sea of electrical discharges that brought her to the brink of euphoric ecstasy—and pushed her over.  She couldn’t get enough.  She knew of one orgasm and it was a doozy!  There were others doozies, too, but they were lost in the sea of orgasms she couldn’t account for.
	When the deed was done, Patty lay back exhausted on the table heaving, sweating with rivers of mixed cum drizzling out of her cunny.  Katlynn, Kevin, and Kellie were in absolute awe.  Their awareness level was high but their minds were still controllable.  Kevin’s thirteen year old cock was still hard—and dripping with cum, too!  So, while Katlynn and Kellie engaged in a 69er on the table beside their mother, Kevin and his cum squirter delved into his Mom’s twat.
	The boy went at the task slowly.
	Kellie, who was on top of her sister, was spanked.
	Which was an enlightening (and frightening) for those showing up for the puppet class at 12PM instead of the 11AM Patty thought she had said and posted.  The young peoples arriving lost their ability to think as they saw the Unbliss family naked and engaged in sexual frivolity.  The young adults couldn’t breathe but only gape as Kevin Unbliss fucked his mother into oblivion and the Unbliss girls tongue lashed each other.  It was an eye opener for to be sure.
	Of course, later on, after the Unbliss family quickly left Germany (and society) it was determined that some schmuck with an EMAD had defiled the family’s mind.

Morals?  Never heard of him
	As much fun as Wendy Trumphome had been so was another Specialist, Spec 4 Margret Spankitt.  She was 27yrs young and slated to exit the military and join the private sector as a communications expert (you want fries with that?)  She had a very pretty five year old daughter, Karen, and as well as a handsome boy of seven.  And as much as Alex was smitten by Wendy, he was also as well enamored by Margret.  She wasn’t the quintessential “hottie”; she was a mother of two, in the army, married, taught English on the side along with her military communications career.  But she had potential and that lured Alex to her.
	Arrow joined in and this is what happened:

	Margret and kiddo lived off base as did most parents and per the norm.  The family lived downtown in a residential area where most American families dwelled.  Alex and Arrow knew the woman—and she them; they socialized at the Misfitt missionary house.  Alex had his intentions for Karen while Arrow had his unnatural intentions for Karen and Kyle.
	With the hubby—far-far away in another country as fact, ready to disembark Margret let her usual guard down—the woman usually had on the latest technology regarding disabling Electronic Mind Controlling Devices; the detection of such devices as well as preventing them from operating/controlling her mind.  But in the “sanctuary” of the missionary’s house she felt secure.
	Well, so much for that nonsense.
	After the socializing—
	Margret didn’t have a personal car, saving money for going home and re-settling in at her parents’ house until finances saw fit to move into her own home with her hubby.  So, the option was to take a bus or taxi or sometimes get a ride from a friend at the Misfitt house.  The usual friend was not there so Arrow offered his ride—he had a crappy oh so crappy yellow beat up 4rth hand Mercedes.  It was old, it was yellow, it was crappy and had gone thru several service member’s hands coming to rest in Arrow’s hands.
	Alex joined in.
	At the apartment-home after Margret and kiddos got out of the car and began walking towards their door—
	‘Stop.’ Arrow command from his wicked mind altering device.  It was a “test” to see if the woman’s mind was susceptible to electronical input as well as to see if she had equipped the latest technology detecting/preventing said electronical input.  The brain wave patterns all looked good as did the “green” lights across the board.
	‘Bend over.’
	Margret “bent over.”
	The kiddos, too, were effected so that was a plus—although their brain wave patterns were NOT registered on Arrow’s Device.
	The hour was late; it was dark, summer type time, and Arrow had a bad case of the hornies.  ‘Go on home.’  The woman stood up and began making her way albeit slowly to her door.  The kids followed (and so did Arrow and Alex.)
	Once inside—
	‘Take off your clothes.’
	And not only did Margret undress but so did little Karen and Kyle!
	Alex also had a penchant for the little ones but eyed Margret moreso.

	Arrow stood before the undressed Karen and hauled out his cock.  The little girl didn’t bat an eye, shriek, scream, or even hold her hands to her mouth.   Arrow waggled his cock then pressed it against her face.  The child was lovely (especially naked!)  Her short blue pants and green underpants were at her ankles, her shor kiddie tank top off on the floor.  Arrow’s cock throbbed and slowly he began rubbing it against her face.
	Meanwhile,
	Alex had his face buried into the cheeks of Margret tonguing her crack, hole, and furry burger.  Pounding his cock hard he held off assaulting and cast off all thoughts pesky—clearing his mind of whimsy and concentrating only on the business at tongue.
	Into Karen’s mouth did Arrow’s nasty cock slid; casting an eye sideways to the naked Kyle he mused as he assumed the two kids probably took baths together.  His assessment of the young tyke from previous encounters at the Missionary’s house precluded that the boy was highly naïve.  But he was a boy and a boy of seven so there’s that.
	Arrow also had to clear his mind lest he shoot his load onto the pretty blond hair of Karen’s head.  He was in her mouth, up against her nose, dragging his balls against her face (tea bagging!) and back into her mouth before laying her down and removing her clothes from her ankles.  Then he paused to gawk at her.  He eyed her very-very virgin pussy, her panties, and her naked mindless brother.
	Alex had tongued Margret’s cunt all he wanted and at length eased his wang into her wong.  There was almost instant blow.  It couldn’t be helped; there was release of seminal fluids but his invading bone remained stiff enough to carry him thru for at least three minutes before expelling the remainder of his jiz.
	Arrow grinded himself against the little girl’s pussy; a poke, a stab, and then serious gouging until making some headway.  The little girl made a face and then yelped as she was breeched.  Arrow’s eyes narrows and stared into her very soul with cold steely eyes.  He didn’t drive ALL of his fuck stick into her; that’d tear her up.  He managed the head and a bit o’ shaft—then he pumped before angling her legs up and poking into her equally tight shit hole.  What a guy!
	Alex was also poking into a shit hole; the little girl’s mother’s shit hole.
	Margret grunted but made no other noises as Alex’s prong poked its way into her turd way.  Arrow was pumping slowly in Karen’s crap chute, hands tightly on her hips giving her shoulders rug burns as he plowed her.  He seemed very determined; Alex paused in thought (and in pumping Margret’s cornhole) and wondered if his friend would fully wreck the child’s ass hole.
	He didn’t.  There was sufficient pumpings to get the man off and he was satisfied with that.  He turned his attention, then, to the girl’s brother, Kyle.

	Alex took the little girl to him; he on his knees and the child held against him while he watched his friend take the little girl’s brother’s puddling into his mouth and suck it.  The seven year old had an impish dinky but after Arrow’s mouth got it slurped up it stiffened to a little bit of a stick.  The man hammered his schlong as he partook of the boy’s dong; cock and balls both were gobbled up into Arrow’s mouth; one hand hammering his bone whilst the other cupped the naked lad’s ass.
	Oh the things we can do with an electronic device!

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More vignettes for your jerking off pleasure
	What happens in the park—stains your underwear
	In a nice multi-use park frequented by virtually everyone, Grant Boyamiglad worked happily in the garden fixing pots for plants for planting.  He was the park’s gardener—and only gardener.  There were others but they were volunteers and not paid by the City.  Grant’s garden shed was his own personal shed; garden equipment of this kind and that, fertilizer, pots, plants, adornments of this kind and that filled the smallish shed.  It had one door, one window and Grant felt comfortable and happy therein.
	This day he was visited by his young niece, Colleen.  Colleen was missing her right hand, she was born that way.  The girl had lovely shoulder length jet black hair, lovely eyes of blue, youthful, flat chested (but was she hairless?) a perverted uncle wanted to know (and equipped with an EMAD he would find out!)
	Colleen’s usual attire was overalls.  She felt comfortable in them; some of the overalls she wore were long legged and some were short to the knees.  Some were pinkish, one was green, and the rest in her wardrobe were blue, light blue, powder blue, and dark blue near new-like.  The girl was inquisitive and new to the City.  She was a quiet/shy girl but was warm to her Uncle Grant.
	And Uncle Grant was warm to her...
	On her visit Grant wasted no time.  As the girl plotted some plants in their pots, Grant stood behind her and lambasted her mind.  The door was usually sometimes left open—he closed it and checked the window.  The shed was situated far to the end of the elongated park next to the woods and the river.  Lots and lots of trees surrounded the shed and it was in a locale whereas it was unlikely to be visited by interlopers.
	Along with the dark blue overalls, Colleen had on a blue and white checkered short sleeved shirt with matching blue/white checkered tennis shoes.  She was a cute girl in a plain sort of way.  Grant paused just a moment or two before “testing” her to ensure her mind was flubbed.
	First was brushing up against her arms followed by her backside and then more daringly her butt.  Bib overalls did nothing for a girl’s form but Grant was enthused nonetheless.  And upon seeing that his niece was indeed zombiefied he proceeded with his vile depravity.  The overalls were easily undone and they easily fell to her ankles.  The checkered shirt was long and partly concealed her delicious butt.  Grant paused again, farted, then LIFTED the shirt.
	And after eyeing the light blue panties he gently tugged them down just to the crease.  His mind flew into a million directions as a myriad of wicked-wicked thoughts drove like nails into his thoughts.  After a moment of closing his eyes his fingers danced slowly across the girl’s bare butt skin.  His cock surged and demanded attention.  Licking his lips and dismissing most of his horrid thoughts his cock did come out to press against the ten year olds ass.
	“reaching around” and Grant did finger the girl’s quim.  It was smooth and virtually hairless.  Grant was well pleased.  His manly 56 year old cock strengthened all the harder; up between Colleen’s cheeks it went with his fingers very muchly fingering/massaging her pussy.  Then, scooting back a bit he bent Colleen over and eyed her ass, crack, hole, and hairless twat.
	Letting out his breath he calmed himself before going forward with his diabolical defilement of his young niece.  Smoothing his hands over her ass, hips, and then up inside her shirt he turned the girl around.  Her eyes were fixed; her face quiet—all signs indicating stillness.  She was in a trance-state of being.  Grant drew a finger up and down her dainty virgin pussy.  Colleen didn’t blink not once.
	Standing up the park gardener pressed his cock against the girl’s face.
	When she continued to be still and unaware the cock worked its way into her mouth.  Sure he would like for his young niece to be more “alive” and somewhat aware but then she wouldn’t be so engaging as he would like, either.  This was much easier and pleasing.
	After filling her mouth with as much of his fuck meat as possible without possibly choking her the man began to pump.  It was ridiculous—the preponderance of pleasures revving up in his being made him almost catatonic!  And the girl wasn’t even sucking!  More torrid thoughts came to his mind and dismissing them was seriously hard to do.  What he wanted to do was just more than a no-no—she would be very aware of having a sexual encounter regardless of how naïve she may be.
	Pulling out of her mouth he laid his prong against her face grinding against her nose before slipping off her shirt and stepping her out of her overalls and panties.  Then he hugged her and his fingers danced crazily all over her naked body.  The ache within him consumed him propelling him to the once thought of unthinkable—

	First, though, he laid his naked niece across his lap and began light ever so slightly spanking her.  It was a dream-fantasy cum true.  His eyes fluttered as his hand came swiftly to her bareness.  His cock surged even more as it gouged the girl’s underside.  Another smack and then he was gouging his fingers into her crack finding her dirt chute and probing within.
	Grant sighed.
	His probing finger entered her more—all the way to the knuckle!
	It was a tight hole and he knew—he knew she had never been breeched there.  Just as much as he knew for sure her pussy was equally unbreeched—and just as rewarding.  But could he?  Could he soil and defile his young innocent niece?
	Let’s find out!
	After Colleen’s bare butt was a nice shade of red (and still no reaction from her) Grant Boyamiglad stood her up, hugged her, then sat her on the nearby workbench.  Then, opening her legs he eyed her naked cunny.  His balls surged.  His cock throbbed.  His body ached.  A single thought lingered in his mind.  Slowly he approached the girl’s sex; it was puffy, hairless, perfectly shaped and untouched (previously).  Putting his mouth to the cunt he breathed into the orifice then began licking.  His tongue probed into her driving Grant crazy.  Every fiber of his being was on fire.  Electrical executions seethed throughout his mind and ye his body.
	As his cock glided up and down Colleen’s cunt stray thoughts invaded his mind; Myra, Colleen’s friend, filled him.  She had an infectious smile.  There, too, was Kammie, a Chinese girl who was almost frail-like.  And Meagan, the photographer.  All three girls filled his mind; all three girls he imagined being naked across his lap being spanked.
	And armed with a mind altering device—well, anything’s possible.

	Upon defiling Colleen’s pussy there was no going back.  The head of his manhood disappeared into the girl’s pussy.  There was slight-slight hesitation but some unseen force pushed him and he was “in.”  There was a light coating of blood on his invader and the girl made a facial expression indicating some awareness.
	Looking onto the sweet innocent face and Grant closed his eyes.  He felt bad but then again the act was incredible.  No going back.  He was in.  Cum was already jutting from his cock and the pumping began.  He managed somehow not to go “all the way” in—but close counts.  A time or two he pulled out to hump the slit; using a rag he wiped down the girl’s cunt and his dick then returned to fucking.
	The fucking—the fucking.
	One jut of sperm exploded from his cock and he thought he would explode.
	A second ejaculate and he was exploding.
	Grant Boyamiglad had fucked a few pussies in his time; usually pussy that was of age and his age (or close.)  Unnatural desires consumed him, though, and he strove to sink his pud into pussy that was more fulfilling than the norm.  Colleen fit that desire and he expelled another jut of cum before pulling out and smearing the rest of his goo all over her hairless poon.
	He did feel like a cad but that lasted momentarily.  After cleaning his mess off of Colleen’s poon he was ready (and willing) to do it again!  This time, however, he lifted her legs and proceeded to poke her asshole!  Awesome!

With friends like these…
	Kammie Idonthaveawang was a small fry; literally.  Flat chested, flat body.  She was incredibly inquisitive, very Chinese, and worthy of laying across Grant’s lap for a spanking.  The girl was almost frail but she was active and could out climb any boy in tree climbing.  Her typical attire was a short sleeveless tank top and reddish short-shorts.  Long silky dark hair, long limbs, and a just turned eight years young.  Grant Boyamiglad found the young girl intriguing and so one day when the timing was right—blamo!  Zapped her mind.
	Colleen was elsewhere with two other girls Grant wanted (naked across his lap.)  Their turn was cumming.  First!  Kammie.  Once inside his garden shed he fondled the girl (all over) before slipping down her shorts and then panties.  Pink panties with a floral print.  Not hair one on her dainty little pussy.  Grant fingered the virginal entrance, cupped her butt, squeezed the cheeks then laid her across his lap.
	Like with his niece, Kammie didn’t know thing one.  In a way that was a down point; he would like to have a little reaction from the girl.  Kammie’s cheeks giggled as he laid his hand to them.  More squeezing then more spanking.  When he stood the child up there were tears streaming down her face.  Grant hugged her then placed her on the work table, opened her legs, and pressed his cock to her sex.
	Again, he would like her to be a little more lively.  But then again, if she were she would probably not tolerate what was happening to her.  Grant glided his fuck meat up and down her entrance then began an earnest go at “entering” her.  Some facial expressions indicated awareness; Grant smiled and pushed himself in further.  He couldn’t go “all the way” in but close counts.  He got the head of his dick in and then a bit o’ shaft.  That was sufficient.  Pumping soon followed  with a pull out now and then and a poke into the girl’s bum hole.
	More spanking followed.
	With the girl totally naked he held her to him loving on her getting more and more illicitly aroused—which led to another round of gliding and prodding with some poking and stuffing.  The second go ‘round and a bit more shaft was “in.”
	But he was more into spanking than fucking.  Strange man.  Fingering the girl’s cunny, diddling her asshole, and turning her lily white ass flesh tomato red was more to his liking.  The sensations of his sin thrilled him more than intercourse; but not by much.  Inserting his pud into Kammie’s crapper almost fully and it was a done deal.
	There were other opportunities but with the way of the world and technologies coming along that were better capable of detecting EMADs and preventing their use, Grant wisely cooled his unnatural yearnings determining that he could mostly entertain his niece and Kammie.  And that was enough.

OMG!  WTF!?   BBQ!
	Surprise!  It’s another story about spanking!
	Barging into the Tanner household brought the barging Kimmie Imagibbler to a screeching halt (and the quintessential rude awakening) for there across Mr. T’s lap was her twelve year old Stephanie with her panties at her knees and her ass bare.  And Mr. T was spanking her!
	Kimmie was both shocked and excited.  She liked spanking—mostly she liked to BE spanked.  Her eyes of dazzling blue were glued to her best friend’s bare bottom as her dear daddy laid one hand smack after another turning the usually bare white skin to a nice shade of crimson.  And as per the norm for Kimmie she popped “Whoa!  Baby!”
	Danny was a bit miffed; Stephanie yelled “Kimmie, get the hell outta here!”
	Which was why Stephanie was getting a spanking—cussing.
	Danny stopped spanking his middle child and stood her up scolding her verbally with another swift swat to her burning ass.  Stephanie pulled up her peach colored panties, smoothed out her checkered school uniform short skirt and dashed off to her room upstairs.
	Kimmie was in a stunned stupor.
	Danny was still somewhat annoyed at the intrusion.  But she was his oldest child’s best friend and it was just something she (Kimmie) did—barge in.
	“Something I can do for you, Kimmie?” Danny asked holding his anger in.
	“Looks like it’s already been done, Mr. T.” Kimmie said smiling as she saw Danny’s obvious boner as he stood up from the table.
	Danny looked down and paused.
	Kimmie stared and smiled—she was an odd girl; super skinny, but not terribly so and had a nice-nice butt.  She was quirky, blue eyed, flaming red hair, moderate titties for her age (16) and was sometimes naïve, an air head, or saw things too literally.  She lived in a different world than the rest of the world.
	“I cuss, too!” she suddenly sparked.
	Danny didn’t get it and stared blankly at her.
	“What?”
	“I said, “I fucking cuss, too!””
	Danny stared and stared at her, then reared his head back and after once more checking out his bulging boner, slumped into his chair again beckoning the pesky teenager to him.  She came happily undoing her pants.
	Danny blinked his eyes and looked perplexed.
	“W-what are you doing?” he asked.
	“I get walloped bare just like everyone else!” and down came the pants.
	No panties.
	No hair on her muffin, either.
	Danny was more than stymied.
	Danny was also intrigued.
	Kimmie positioned herself down across Danny’s lap.  Danny was still mystified but slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y smoothed his hand over the girl’s not-so-lily-white ass flesh.  His confined boner bulged all the more and he made a little groan followed closely by a little moan.
	“Any time, Mr. T!” Kimmie pronounced impatient for her swatting.
	Danny paused then let fly a swift hard smack.
	Kimmie nearly orgasmed right then and there.  Right then and there!
	Danny didn’t know what to think.  He smoothed his hand over the flesh again, squeezed a cheek, then smacked the cheeks again.  Kimmie wriggled.  Another swat came and Kimmie snaked a hand to her hot and very bothered cunny and began to frig.  Danny smacked the girl’s ass, squeezed the inflamed cheeks, then careened his head to eye her dirt chute and hairless muffin.  The man was breathing hard with a flurry of wicked-wicked thoughts thrusting thru his mind.
	Standing the slender red haired girl up Danny just stared at her.
	“No use wasting that!” Kimmie blurted catching Danny off guard.
	“What?” he said not catching Kimmie’s statement—until he followed her eyes to his very enticed bulge.  The strange girl eased to her knees, removed her top and then her bra to be mostly naked—her pants and undies at her ankles.  The air in the room cut be very well “cut with a knife.”  Danny’s wicked thoughts ceased to be—all thought in his mind “ceased to be.”
	Kimmie took over; her hands went to his erection gripping the boner and giving it a Imagibbler squeeze.  She squeezed and squeezed, cupped his balls and squeezed them, too.  Danny had had enough of that and stood up, unzipped, and let Kimmie take his dress slacks and underwear down freeing his cock for her to play with hands-on.  And she did more than “play”, too!
	Danny’s cock surged; more groans and moans were emitted and the finale of a surging cock was eminent.  Kimmie had some talent—along with handling his junk she was also an excellent cock sucker!
	Rolling her tongue about the super sensitive crown was only the beginning of Kimmie’s amazing talent.  At sixteen the girl was proficient!  Diddling the piss slit was another unique art and ever more maintaining a suck hold, too!  Then she amazed him further by going down on his johnson dragging her tongue along the shaft.  Danny felt a tingling sensation all over his body.  His dick grew hotter and intensified its lust.  He was an average sized fella with an average sized fellow—it grew an inch if not more inside Kimmie’s amazing mouth and soon was squirting jets of ooze coating her still intact tonsils.
	It was truly an amazing blowjob.
	The girl didn’t bat an eye, choke, gag, or even retch.  She swallowed then sat back smacking her lips with a sort of dazed/glazed look on her face saying, 
	“My turn!” and she stood up climbing up onto the table, laid herself out, spread her legs, and “presented” herself.  Danny was still dealing with the amazing blowjob; the spanking and sheer boldness of the girl also thwarting his senses.  Eyeing the girl’s bald cunny got him motivated and though his daughter Stephanie was home—along with his young child, Michelle.  The oldest, Donna Jo, was with her boyfriend out of the house.
	Danny applied his tongue to the weird skinny girl finding the slick bald skin kind of exciting.  It was an peculiar taste that had no match.  He licked and lapped; nipped the lips, and delved his tongue as deep as possible into the entrance.  The girl shimmied on the table with her legs flailing about.  Probably would be a bad time for the oldest daughter to come home.
	But at the moment—Danny didn’t care and after much cunnilingus replaced his tongue to Kimmie’s cunt with his engorged fully stout schlong.  The girl griped the table and made nonsensical noises and/or commands.  “FUCK ME!” was close and Danny did just that.
	It went in and out and in and out and in and out and …
	Kimmie’s not-so-bad teenage titties jiggled capturing Danny’s attention dismissing the mere fact that those bodacious ta-tas were indeed on the chest of a girl he shouldn’t be making jiggle.  But once the deed was in progress there was no sense in stopping.  If yer gonna spend some time in the hooscow might as well make it worth it!
	The wriggling Kimmie fucked back; Danny was enthralled and no longer in control of himself.  Pumping madly he entered a new realm of euphoric ecstasy.  From his toes to his hair every fiber of his being escalated into a frenzied rapture.   Jason, Freddy, cops, newly released “reformed” axe murder, all could come barging into the kitchen and Danny T wouldn’t care—he was fucking Kimmie to the very end (and then some!)

	The man had done some fine fucking in his day but drilling Kimmie’s pussy was da bomb.  Maybe because it was so illicit, illegal, immoral.  Maybe.  The girl was not a virgin but her poon was incredibly snug and gave Danny a reason to live—if only to re-fuck the Kimmie’s snug poon again!
	Afterwards, exhausted Danny stumbled up to his room and to his bathroom.
	Kimmie, left laying in her own juices on the kitchen table, sat up, “whewed” and diddled her pussy.  In waltzes her best friend, Donna Jo.
	“So,” she beamed grinning and slightly embarrassed about her naked friend’s nakedness, “how was it?”
	Kimmie, for the first time in her life, was speechless.
	Donna Jo grinned sheepishly and surreptitiously began fingering herself,
	“Told you he was good!”
	Kimmie, face swathed in sweat, nipples still hard, pussy still leaking, nodded, “Godfuckingdamn!”
	“And the other?” Donna Jo asked, “The spanking.  How was that?”
	Kimmie brightened up a little, “That was good, too!”
	“Told you!”
	After his shower and Danny was refreshed.  His body was, anyways.  His mind was still mired in a sea of “WHAT THE FUCK!?”  Laying out on his bed he sighed and tried to grasp what had just happened.  What HAD just happened?  Wow, if his daughter, Donna Jo, should find out—of course, Kimmie was a known blabber mouth.  Would she spill the proverbial beans?  Could she keep to herself what had happened?  Danny himself wanted to blab to his closest friends what had happened.  He knew that at least one of them had eyes on Kimmie’s ass (and mouth—and pussy.)
	The door opened and Danny was barely aware.  His mind was still wrecked, his cock—his cock was still seething with intense WTF.  The room was mostly dark, it was late afternoon, and Danny T had just fucked his brains out.  Who was intruding upon his realm he wasn’t sure.  He also didn’t particularly care.
	He hoped it was Kimmie.
	It wasn’t.
	“Daddy?” quipped a meek voice.
	Stephanie!
	Danny lay on his bed butt bare assed naked with a partial erection.
	Twelve year old Stephanie slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y crawled up onto her Daddy’s bed.
	“Stephanie,” called out Danny, “w-what are you doing?”
	“It’s alright, Daddy,” said the young girl, “I don’t mind.” and her hand brushed his erect schlong.
	Danny froze.  This was wrong on so many levels.  Wasn’t it?
	She was willing.  That was a plus.  What he and Donna Jo did—well, that wasn’t regarded as “wrong” ‘cause she was willing.  If you’re willing, well, it cant be wrong.  Right?  Soooo, what was the diff with Stephanie?  Well, she was not yet even a teenager for one.
	Once on the bed, and after brushing her hand against his dick, Stephanie crawled up onto her naked Daddy settling herself.  Danny, still in the fleeting throws of the nasty business with Kimmie, was stymied beyond belief.  Scarcely was he aware of the fact that his middle child was shucking her panties.  She wore nothing else.
	“S-Stephanie!” almost shrieked Danny.
	Stephanie had shucked her panties and nestled her sex right on her Daddy’s sex.  Despite the outrageousness, Danny’s dick grew intently harder.  As the room spun around making him seasick there, too, was arousal.  So much so that after letting out a satisfying moan he found his hands dancing on his daughter’s smooth naked ass.
	He also found his daughter “grinding” on his cock!  Awesome!
	Then she lifted her hips, took holt of her Daddy’s dong, and began guiding it into her!  With his hands on her naked hips, Danny helped out the cause and drove his manly manhood UP into his daughter’s willing cunt.  The girl gave out a mighty grunt; her pretty eyes bulged, her heart could be felt beating against his chest, she was sooooo pretty!
	And willing.
	Gently the cock invading her surged.  Danny kept himself from plunging fully into the girl’s quim and engaged in the immoral act gingerly and with sincere gentleness.  Clutching her ass cheeks, spreading his legs a bit, the act of sex was on the move.  It was the proverbial “dream cum true.”  The yearnings Danny had had for the longest sailed thru him like a tropical wind.  Since his girls one-two-three had been little there had been “urges.”
	Wiping them, cleaning them, bathing them, changing their clothes and seeing them half nude, mostly nude, and totally all added fuel to his unnatural daddy urges.  Thankfully, after walking in on his oldest whilst she was naked on her bed masturbating—success!  Donna Jo was “willing”; she was curious—she had seen her dear Daddy jerking off and soon learned the wily ways of self pleasuring herself.
	Then other pleasures came—spanking!
	And like with Kimmie in the kitchen, Donna Jo noted her dear sweat Daddy with an erection.  And one thing led to another—exploration, hands-on, daddy pleasuring and then (like with Kimmie on the kitchen table) out and out sex.  Spanking was still the in thing but coupled with sex afterwards and it was terrific!
	The same applied to Stephanie.
	Neither Danny or Stephanie were quite the same after that first session.  Rivers of daddy cum drizzled out of Steph’s cunt; the impression of his hands to her delicious pert butt were still visible.  To be drained would be an understatement; Danny lay in a sheen layer of sex sweat inasmuch as did his naked preteen daughter who had given him that sheen layer of sex sweat.
	Later on,
	“So,” giggled Donna Jo, “how was it?”
	Stephanie was still speechless; pulling her pajama bottoms down revealing her nakedness she quipped “It was good!” to wit Donna Jo quipped,
	“Told you!”
	Stephanie was still exhausted.  She nodded and patted her pussy, “I want to do that again—and again!”  DJ smiled and slid her sister’s pajamas on off.  She herself was naked; the hour was late, and the girls were horny.  Sixteen year old DJ parted her sibling’s legs and “went down” on her.  Stephanie squealed and bucked into DJ’s face.  DJ’s tongue flicked expertly all about Steph’s super smooth just bathed cunt.  
	Soon and slick juices of girl cum coated DJ’s face.
	Stephanie lay tingling all over; she tweaked her nipples and thought only of her Daddy doing same unto her.  That thought only made her all the hornier.  Meanwhile, DJ slid up her naked sister’s body settling her hot and very bothered hairless cunt onto her sweet sister’s face.  Stephanie was barely aware—she wanted her Daddy’s dick not her sister’s twat.  Oh well.  She licked and lapped and was delighting her older sib when suddenly—
	The door opened and in waltzed the girls’ Daddy.
	“GIRLS!” he blurted angrily.  “What the hell!?”
	DJ flew off of Stephanie; Stephanie flew up cover her naked chest.
	“W-what the hell do you think you’re doing!?” stammered a concerned father.
	Before the girls could come up with a suitable (or obvious) answer, Danny waltzed quickly over to an open window closing the curtains there.  “You could be seen!”
	“Sorry, Dad,” said an apologetic DJ, “we do have nosey neighbors!”
	When Danny turned around there was a prominent erection to be seen poking out his pajama bottoms.
	“”Looks like you two need a spanking!” he sparked smacking his hands together.
	“We haven’t done anything bad!” squealed Stephanie—who forgot that she was supposed to LIKE being spanked.
	“Well,” said Danny, “this is paying forward—for those times in the future when you DO do something bad!”
	“Oh.” said Stephanie.
	Danny made way to Stephanie’s bed and plopped himself down there.  Stephanie still exhibited fright but DJ was all too eager and began positioning herself across her Daddy’s lap.  Before she did, however, the man eased down his pajamas revealing his manhood proud and “at the ready.”  And as proud as the pinnacle that was Washington’s monument the daddy dong pressed nicely against DJ’s firm teenage body.  Smoothing his hands over the girl’s butt increased the daddy dong but he held off doing anything spectacular but what he was doing.
	Stephanie was mesmerized and as she watched her Daddy’s hands she slowly realized the set-up plan conspired between herself and her sister.  Lightly and her fingers began fingering herself and those yearnings yanked her into urges.  She let out a moan.  Danny smiled and his eyes danced like the Devil’s as SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK! he spanked his daughter’s ass.
	DJ let out a little yelp and wriggled on her naked Daddy’s lap; the smacking smarted a little—but she kind of liked it.  It was twisted but somehow uniquely invigorating!  After some smacking there was the complimentary ass flesh squeezing followed by some probing—anal and vaginal.
	By then, Stephanie’s pussy was “wet.”
	But first!
	After both cheeks were blazing red hot, DJ had had enough and sat up.  Her bum was on fire.  Her nipples were hard and her pussy drenched in personal juices.  Hungrily she embraced her sweating father and drove her tongue into his mouth.  Danny in serious need of loving returned the embrace as well as the kiss.  Having no nookie in quite some times since the passing of his wife; no loving no kissing, no nothing, having a willing girl give him attention was “just the thing!”
	With his hands gripping his daughter’s inflamed butt cheeks their passion meshed.  His hardened cock hardened all the more and with DJ maneuvering herself her sex settled onto her Daddy’s life giver and sex was in the make.  DJ raised herself up just so and resettled taking her Daddy’s dong into her.  There was almost instant orgasm (from the both of them!)  DJ shuddered; her toes literally did curl!  Her young teenage cunt shivered as much as her body as a whole trembled.
	Danny pumped and squeezed his girl tightly to him feeling squirts of his life giving jiz burst forth from his dong.  It was so wrong but so right!  Consequences be damned!  All that matter was the fucking.  The fucking and the cumming.  It didn’t matter the girl, it didn’t matter the age.  And after the final jut of cum—there was more.
	Stephanie.
	And after Stephanie—

	Danny was exhausted and lay width wise across Stephanie’s bed.  His cock was played out.  After cumming off in DJ he didn’t think it could get any better.  What he had done earlier in the kitchen with Kimmie was still a mind blower and filled almost every nook in his mind.  Getting his way with DJ was in a category by itself.  Then Stephanie!  His mind was blown, his body heaved in labored lust.
	“Godfuckigndamn!” he blurted in a forced utterance.
	The girls giggled—they had him.  It was one thing for a girl to have her daddy wrapped about her finger; but DJ and Stephanie had THEIR daddy by the balls.  Literally!  After he had cum washed DJ’s cunt interior, pulled out and washed her pussy on the outside, the man lay exhaustedly across the bed.  DJ fondled his cock (which remained steadfastly hard) and Stephanie fondled his balls.  Both girls manipulated his cock with their mouths.  Danny tightened up but then relaxed as his beautiful children blew his mind—as they blew his cock.
	Stephanie took her turn riding her Daddy.  She got lightly spanked by him but mostly swatted by her sister.  When after her Daddy had cum blasted her pussy and she slipped off of him, DJ was there to suck pussy and cock.  She settled her sex onto her Daddy’s face while sucking his cock.  This blocked his view—
	DJ sucked and sucked and sucked; she thoroughly invigorated his cock while Stephanie tantalized his balls.  Then, DJ sat up and Stephanie began sucking his cock.  She sucked and sucked and sucked—then took a breather.  Danny lay in a funk—this wasn’t happening!  Kimmie, his daughters, fooling with Donna Jo to begin with, having carnal thoughts for Stephanie!  It just wasn’t happening!
	Then,
	One of the girls was re-sucking his favorite plaything.
	Donna Jo was sitting up on his face wriggling her shaven snatch all over his face.  Stephanie it had to be—but she was sitting off to one side fingering herself and tweaking her nipples.  So who was sucking him?  Kimmie?  Jason Voorhees?  Freddy Kruger?  Girl next door, little girl who lives down the street?
	Danny’s confused mind—and sated, prevented him from shoving DJ off his face and having a looksee.  Exhausted, he fell asleep!  When he awoke he found Stephanie in bed with DJ and they were asleep.  The hour was very late.  So, like a good daddy he tucked in his two naked nymphs, patted their butts and sloughed his way to his other daughter’s bedroom, Michelle.  She was a sprite of nearly eight years young.  She lay with her plush toy of a lion doll snuggled up against her—and she was naked!
	Not too much of a big deal, no; but, regarding the circumstances—heavy on the cum, Danny was awed.  It was summer type time; the girls’ bedrooms were on the second floor, leaving a window open was ok, and sleeping au natural was cool and comfy.  And perfectly acceptable to a horny dog like Danny T!

	Sitting on the edge of his youngest’s bed he stared and stared and then stared some more—mostly (and mainly) at her cookie.  He had come into her room many times before—many, and never once saw her as such.  It wasn’t particularly hot or even mildly warm.  It hadn’t been too long since last he had given Michelle a bath or helped her change clothes OR cleaned her after having an “accident.”
	But this—this was different.
	And complicated.  After having his way with his other two daughters then finding his youngest sprawled out on her bed butt bare ass naked AND sound to sleep—
	Complicated.
	For a long while he sat there, still.  His mind wandered slightly, then left completely.  The opportunity was prime—he could have done something.  He sort of kind of wanted to but there was a lingering moral fiber that held him from doing so.  Confused and confounded he went to his room flopping out nakedly on his bed.  Lightly did he fondle his cock and drifted off to sleep as such.
	Earlier, while sprawled on Stephanie’s bed with DJ on his face and Stephanie off to one side, little seven year old Michelle eased herself into the semi darkened room.  Holding her embarrassment and giggles she made her way to the bed eyeing her Daddy’s massive fuck stick.  Sliding down her panties and prompted by DJ the little flat chested girl pressed herself up against the side of the bed.  DJ gripped their Daddy’s dong at the base and waggled it further prompting her little sister to “take it.”
	And “take it” she did—she gripped it herself, moved her fingers up and down before kissing the bulbous tip, kissing the glistening piss slit area, then rolling her tongue all about the super sensitive crown before further subtle prompts from her sister eased her mouth to encompass the “whole thang.”
	“It’s yucky!” she summarily stated.
	Regardless, the little one accepted the dick (and yucky taste) and sucked away bringing her dear Daddy to “one more orgasm!”  It was just a little spurt, a gob that bursted forth from the piss slit soiling Michelle’s mouth (inside).  She made a horrible face like as if she were eating broccoli, Brussels sprouts, or something slimy from the sea (shell fish we’re talkin’ here.)  More coaxing was needed before the youngster returned to pleasing her Daddy’s prong—then she climbed up and nestled her sex right onto him!
	It would be better if he were aware but DJ was concerned that he would draw the line with the girl being so young.  He might not but DJ wasn’t sure and decided to ease the man into the deflowering deed.  Like DJ and Stephanie (and Kimmie) little Michelle kind of liked being spanked.  The tingling sensation derived from having her bare ass spanked was tantalizing.  When caught spanking herself by Stephanie her fate was sealed.
	In the morning bright and sticky—
	Danny wandered into the kitchen finding his daughters one-two-three naked!
	“What the fu—!?”
	“Fuck—the word is FUCK, Daddy.” spouted assertively Michelle.
	DJ and Stephanie giggled staring at their sister then to their stunned Daddy.
	“Does she get a spanking for that?” DJ said off-handedly.
	Daddy paused a moment then began nodding his head.  He was clad in his pajama bottoms but as he made his move to a kitchen chair he shucked them revealing his cock hard-hard-hard.  Michelle timid-like moved to her Daddy’s side eyeing his penis.  Gently and did Danny ease his little one across his lap.  After running his hands over her bare butt and swatted it.  Michelle jumped with her little butt tightening.
	“Y-you-you’re not supposed to say those bad words, Michelle.” He stammered and let fly another swat.  His cock stiffened harder and an “ache” consumed him.  And there—there right there in view was Donna Jo and Stephanie.  Their fine young bodies ripe and ready for the having.  Another mind blowing experience was growing.  This wasn’t happening!
	Another swat and he stood his child up.  She rubbed her burning butt; tears streamed down her cheeks and she was only slightly tingling betwixt the legs.
	“That hurt, Goddamnit!” the little girl blurted.
	“Oh, shit, Michelle!” Donna Jo giggled.
	“Sonofabitch!” Stephanie sniggered.
	Danny smacked Michelle’s burning ass sharply, “No cussing!” he barked.
	“Alright!  Alright!  Godfuckingdamnit!”
	This got the youngster on her back, legs open, and Daddy cock slamming against her bald pussy.  Stephanie fingered herself while DJ looked on with great amusement.  Soon and the schlepping his schlong against his child’s cunt turned to forceful entry into same.  DJ and Stephanie held their sister’s legs from flailing about so and watched in stunned awe as their Daddy’s dick began disappearing into her body.
	Not all of his dick—the head disappeared that was true, then a bit o’ shaft.  Danny began pumping finding his not-a-stubby schlong busting the girl’s cherry and then going in a bit more.  Then he pulled out to “spank” the foul mouthed girl’s cunt until he had to go back in.
	“Try here, Daddy.” Stephanie said poking with her finger her sister’s dirt chute.  Danny pumped and pumped Michelle’s cunt a minute or so before pulling out and stuffing her asshole.
	It was a no-go as that particular hole was way tight.
	It needed lubrication.
	DJ fetched some butter from the fridge but Danny had other ideas…
	And just as those “other ideas” were at play, DJ and Stephanie licking out their sister’s cornhole, who should waltz into the kitchen via the apparently never locked kitchen door—Kimmie Imagibbler!
	“Wow!” she said, “What the fuck is going on here!?”
	Shouldn’t it be obvious—a family at play!
	Danny stared at the obnoxious intruder with some disdain; then,
	“Get over here!” instead of “Get outta here!”
	Kimmie marched over and automatically began stripping off her clothes.
	Danny waggled his cock and the girl went to it instantly.
	“What the fuck is going on!?” Stephanie said, “I cunt fucking see!”
	A glutton for punishment.
	Kimmie gobbled on Danny’s dong; she made yummy sounds as she worked the organ, fingered her sex, and never minded the “yuck”.  DJ and Stephanie had returned to tonguing their sister’s turd exit, shoving their fingers in, and lubing it up with a bit o’ butter.  Soon and Danny’s dong was “ready” and all three girls guided the manly dong into Michelle’s hole.  DJ and Stephanie once more held her legs open and back while Kimmie’s fingers squeezing Danny’s dick at the base helped steady on get the monstrous schlong into the new realm.
	Despite the lubrication it was still a tight go.  But determination trumped the no-go and Daddy Danny “entered” his seven year old almost eight via her crap door.  Not all the way; like with entering her delightful pussy he managed in the “head” and a bit of shaft.  Pulling out he smacked his smoldering schlong to the girl’s quim.  Kimmie gobbled it then eased the dong back into the young girl’s dirt chute.  A bit more shaft made it in.
	When Michelle began to wiggle and express extreme discomfort the full anal attempt was canceled.  Danny leaned onto his naked child and cooed to her.  Kimmie, DJ, and Stephanie played with his cock and balls.  Danny glided his schmolding schlong up and down his child’s crevice, pushing it in some, then back to gliding until spewing a massive load of spunk.
	All over Michelle’s cunt did the splooge spew virtually draining all energy from her Daddy.  Stepping back a little he watched in mesmerized mesmeriment as Donna Jo and Kimmie licked clean the girl’s poon.  Meanwhile, Stephanie suckled his dick.
	The next thing he knew—
	After closing his eyes “just for a moment” he then saw Kimmie on the table straddling Michelle.  Kimmie was licking out the youngster’s pussy while Stephanie spanked her!  On her knees was DJ sucking his dick.  She looked up to him adoringly, smiling, eyes glistening, face coated in spunk.
	“She’s ready for you, Daddy.” Stephanie said.
	Danny walked around to Kimmie’s ass—it was inflamed by Steph’s hands.
	Danny himself smacked the ass, squeezed a cheek, and felt a little flushed.
	The room slowly began to spin.
	Inserting a finger into Kimmie’s shitter and Danny felt—ill?  There was sexual want and intrigue but it was being overshadowed by the swirling clouds enveloping him.  Then, he was up on the table sliding his dong into Kimmie’s hole; underneath, still, was Michelle who latched onto his dangling ball sac.  As Danny began to pump the swirling clouds filled the room (and his mind.)  He felt faint and a little more than nauseous.
	Then, suddenly, he was falling.
	And not just to the floor but THRU the floor.
	He heard screaming.
	He saw his girls staring down at him (as he fell thru the floor) with their arms outstretched trying to catch him.  It wasn’t the girls who were screaming, though, it was him!  And as he fell the force of the plummet turned him over and he saw a huge fluffy bed—with an axe murderer on one side and a hockey mask wearing man on the other—both were naked by the way.  And as Danny fell between them they turned to him holding him down.  Both men snickered as suddenly a sweater clad man with a seriously distorted face wearing a fedora felt hat came up from behind him and began sodomizing!
	As much as Danny resisted, and protested, the sodomizing Freddy K had his way with Danny’s ass.  The bloodied axe murderer and Jason V held him fast and Danny’s mind was lambasted to oblivion.  Then, as his screams overwhelmed him and he felt his body being ripped from his asshole—
	A sudden startle shot him straight up from bed.
	His mind was still filled with horror; his body layered in sweat.
	The room was dark.
	His bedroom.
	A light breeze moved the curtains of the open window.
	A minute elapsed.  Another minute.  Another minute.  Another.
	His heart he could feel in his chest; his sweat he could not only feel but hear trickling down his body.  ‘WTF!?’  there was so much sweat pooling beneath him it felt as if though he had pissed the bed.  That wasn’t good.  Had he?
	Confusion reigned supreme.
	Slowly—slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y he came to his senses.  Slowly.
	Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed he managed to stand; but wobbly legs gave way and down onto his sweat soaked bed he went.  It was then he realized that he was naked.  Naked and with a tremendous hard-on.  A cum soaked hard-on.
	DJ.  His oldest daughter he had been thinking of.
	Kimmie, her best friend, also.
	A dream.  It had all been a fucking dream.  Damn!
	It been so real!  He wasn’t going to be the same.  Sure he had jerked off thinking of his daughter, but just Donna Jo—not Stephanie and certainly not Michelle!  And not of Kimmie, either!
	Michelle.  She was not even eight years young and there he was fantasizing about boinking her.  Pussy, mouth, asshole!  Spewing his spew all over her sweet face, cornholing her, and ramming his daddy dong into her pussy!
	This of course was wrong but gave his cum soaked cock another reason to live.  And Kimmie?  Wow.  He had never thought of her sexually.  The imagery was so fantastic!  He had only always wanted to bone Donna Jo; his thoughts regarding Stephanie were only just beginning—she WAS almost of age.
	With a sigh, a fart, and a jut of cum Danny returned to sleep.  Only to re-awaken with another startle hours later.  Light was streaming in thru the open window; birds were chirping, laughter of neighbor children, the garbage truck rolling down the street.  It was Wednesday; 8:30AM.
	And he was still naked.
	Laying sprawled across his bed wasn’t good for posture (or sleeping.)
	His mind was still wrecked with the images of having incredible sex with his daughters, and Kimmie.  A dream.  It had all been a fucking dream!  But what a dream!  Sitting up he let his body come together—but he wanted to cum on DJ!  But Michelle’s sweet face filled that imagery—shooting wads of cum onto HER sweet face.  Then—THEN there was the bold image of the little girl laid out on the kitchen table and his monstrous daddy dick spanking her pussy!
	What the fuck!?
	In the shower he thought of shoving his fuck stick into DJ—pussy, mouth, asshole.  Then, as he continued to give himself a good wank, he thought of ramming his rod into Stephanie’s three holes.  As the warm water soothed him his thoughts drifted to Michelle.  That was the mostest!  Michelle!  She was months away from being eight years old—months!  And his thoughts were of not only of soiling her pretty face with his ooze but stuffing her face to his balls!  And from her face to her pussy and then her asshole!
	His cock stiffened the hardest it had ever stiffened.  With thoughts of pushing his prong into her vagina, Danny’s cock exploded blasting a long thick ropey strand of spunk onto the back wall of the shower stall.
	Ewewewe!
	It was more than fantasy.  More than a dream.  It was a desire!
	Making his way downstairs to the kitchen and he heard his girls.  He paused at the landing turn of the stairs—he was clad merely in his pajamas; no undies, and a raging boner to beat all.  Then he heard,

	“I need a new fucking backpack!” Stephanie.
	“You better fucking watch your words!” giggle-snickered Donna Jo.
	“Yeah-yeah-yeah,” remarked Stephanie, “what’s he gonna do, spank me!” and she added “HA!” as if he would (not) and left the kitchen for the living room.
	 Donna Jo went out the kitchen door meeting the encroaching Kimmie.
	The littlest Tanner was already gone to school.
	In the kitchen—no one.  Danny poured himself some coffee still trying to come to grips with his torrid thoughts when in waltz Stephanie cussing up a storm.
	“Fucking Goddamn backpack!” the zipper had ripped and a hole was on the bottom left corner.  When she saw her startled Daddy she added “Oh, shit!”
	Danny’s mind went into overdrive.  Familiar feelings grabbed him (and threw him up against the wall).
	“STEPHANIE J TANNER!”
	Stephanie was now speechless—and a little petrified.
	Danny plopped into a kitchen chair and grabbed his foul mouthed child laying her across his lap.  She wore her typical private school attire—a short-short red/green checkered pleated skirt with nice crisp white cotton undies.  The skirt was pulled up and the panties pulled down.  A reign of smacks assailed the girl’s bared ass turning the lily white cheeks a brilliant shade of red.
	Stephanie wiggled and wriggled, cried, protested, typical thing a girl of twelve would/should do when in thru the backdoor came Donna Jo and Kimmie.  The girls’ mouths hung open and Danny shook his head trying to clear it.  Was he dreaming again?  It felt so real!  He swatted Stephanie’s ass again, then again before standing her up AND pulling her panties up.  The young girl was all snivels and was told to “go to your room” (fuck school.)
	Stephanie dashed off to her room slinging her book bag to the floor and running off in a huff.  Donna Jo and Kimmie were dumbfounded.  When Danny stood up—the girls’ eyes bulged as they saw his “bulge.”  Looking down and Danny’s “Danny-boy” was prominently poking out his pajamas.  (fuck work)
	“Goddamn!” Kimmie blurted.
	“Jesus Christ, Dad!” exclaimed Donna Jo.
	Danny didn’t know what to do.  He knew what he WANTED to do.
	“Can I get a spanking, too?” asked Kimmie.
	Danny blinked his eyes, “Uh, what?  Why?”
	Donna Jo nudged Kimmie and whispered something.
	“Oh, for fucking cussing!” Kimmie sparked happily.
	Danny was confused—then, slowly, sat back down in his chair nodding his head.  Kimmie stepped forward and undone her jeans.  Was this really happening?  Really?  Donna Jo stood just behind and askew her friend—also undoing her jeans.
	Here we go again!
*

	Deep thoughts.  Raked leaves today and after doing so sat down and had a couple of nice cold beers.  The day was really quite beautiful, and the brew ignited some deep thinking on various topics.  One thought was about the age old question:  Is giving birth more painful than getting kicked in the nuts?  Women always maintain that giving birth is way more painful than a guy getting kicked in the nuts.  Well, after another beer, and even more deep thinking, I came up with the answer to that question.  Getting kicked in the nuts is more painful than having a baby and here is the reason for my conclusion:  a year or two after giving birth, a woman will often say “It might be nice to have another child”.  On the other hand, you never hear a guy say:  “You know, I think I’d like another kick in the nuts!”
 	Case closed.  Time for another beer.

Mountain girl cums home (to cum!)
	After touring Ireland, Great Britain, Germany, France, and Spain, mountain girl, Elizabeth Whalesaton, came home.  The 20 year old had been studying abroad sociology.  She had entered college studying biology, specifically how to keep wet lands—wet.  Then midway thru her sophomore year she changed to sociology in order to learn how to keep society social.
	She was a fiery red head, good attitude, happy-go-lucky, and from a large family.  She wasn’t a backwoods backward girl from the mountains; she just lived in the mountains of West Virginia with her family.  Her daddy owned/operated a lumber mill; her mother was a teacher at the mountain school.  Four boys and three girls made up the Whalesaton family—and they were not backwoods backwards mountain folk!
	One day, just a day after returning home, and Elizabeth was restless and in need of a walk.  It had been quite some time since she had last walked in the woods surrounding her home.  As she started out who should come by but an old beau, Drew Petminoggin.  He was a dashing man, rugged, friendly smile, incredible eyes.  Elizabeth had always been smitten by Drew—since they were young’uns and he rescued her from a bee attack (by grabbing her and throwing her into Dricilla’s Pond!)
	“Elizabeth!” Drew said stunned at how she had grown.
	“Drew!” beamed Elizabeth almost childishly giddy.
	Drew was just about too stunned (speechless) to speak; his eyes brilliantly displayed awe and delight.
	She told him that she had been “away” and finally had come home to finish up her studies.  Drew was glad of that.
	“I’m glad you’re back.” he said almost breathlessly.
	“Me, too.”
	“Sooo,” drawled the smitten boy, “you wanna go out—somewhere, sometime, something?” nothing like tripping over your tongue.
	Elizabeth smiled and with some embarrassment, “Nah, maybe we could just go pick up where we left off!”
	Drew’s mind clicked and instantly brought up “where we left off”.
	“Wow.” he said.  Where they had left off was in his truck down by Cold Copper Creek.  They were naked and Elizabeth was whacking him off!  The following morning and the fiery red head mountain girl was on a plane for Europe.  Drew recalled the incident fondly and quickly nodded, “Yeah!” typical horndog.

	The few minutes it took to drive to the same exact spot was filled with Elizabeth and Drew catching up on what they had been doing during the two years ‘Lizbeth had been touring out of country.  Once parked, the red haired mountain chirpy mountain girl shucked her shoes and removed her top.  Drew sat in some sort of stupor watching her undress like it was the first time.
	And their first time was when they were nigh but twelve years old!  Skinny dipping was the ploy but it led to much more at the secret pond tucked way back in the woods away from prying eyes.  Drew kicked off his shoes and began undoing his pants—Elizabeth was down to her panties already!
	Drew was both giddy and embarrassed—he never thought he would get it on with Elizabeth again.  She sure had grown!  Those titties!  That face!  Her pussy!  ‘Lizbeth had shucked her panties then turned to fully face her former playmate and lover.  Her pussy hairs were neatly trimmed and not a lot of them.  Drew couldn’t take his eyes off of her—pussy.  Elizabeth giggled, blushed, and lightly began fingering herself.  Drew finally eased his clothes on off and sat with a raging hard-on.
	“Like what you see?” Elizabeth asked.  She had a unique high pitched drawl; an inquisitive face, and bodacious ta-tas.
	Drew couldn’t speak but his eyes and smile gave him away.
	“Damn,” said a giggling/blushing Elizabeth, “it sure has grown!” noting the boy’s 7-incher.
	Drew blushed and waggled it.  The mountain girl crossed her legs Indian (feather) style then leaned over to “finish off” where they had left off years earlier.  Gripping the mountain boy’s cock sure got a good grip and began “whacking.”  Drew melted.  His own handiwork was good but a girl doing same was way better.
	Cupping his balls, squeezing his dick, and being totally naked was a mind altering blower.  Even his girlfriend couldn’t do better.
	Ut-oh—girlfriend?
	Elizabeth’s talented handiwork was only complicated by her mouth work.
	As Elizabeth lowered her head down onto Drew’s proud prong, Drew felt himself going catatonic.  The girl knew how to suck!  His hands went thru the girl’s hair; her flaming red hair was incredibly soft and only gave fire to his engorged cock!  She sucked and sucked and slurped and slurped bringing Drew to a magnificent explosion.  Amazingly the girl didn’t choke or gag!  She took in and accepted the whole seven inches of his mountain meat stick; she bobbed up and down raking her teeth along his super sensitive shaft; the bulbous tip of his dick surely was touching her tonsils!
	Then, after the suck job she sat up grinning and being so incredible!
	She glowed!
	She was naked and sat with folded legs with no evidence of his spew on her mouth whatsoever!  Yep, not even his girlfriend/fiancée gave him such delight!  And though he had just cum his cock was raging hard even more so!  He waggled it, squeezed it then made moves to Elizabeth suggesting a fuck was eminent.
	And Elizabeth was willing.
	Spreading her legs, Elizabeth looked even more incredible.  Drew couldn’t keep his eyes off of the girl’s pussy.  Long had he wanted to shove his meat stick into her—and he figured that her numerous brothers were probably typical mountain boys and doing such.  That thought (and imagery) helped Drew’s intense love stick and although clumsy in such cramped quarters he managed to “mount” the mountain girl and ease his schlong into her.
	It was more than anything he could have imagined.  Strangely, when they were skinny dipping, and all those years in between, they never “went all the way!”  Strange.  She sucked him, he licked her out; she whacked him off, he fingered her; they lay naked together in the hay of his daddy’s barn loft, he boinked her “up the butt” but her poontang remained untouched.
	Elizabeth gripped Drew’s arms and repositioned herself in his ’53 juniper green three-window truck.  Her legs went openly and her lover slid into her nicely filling her cock hungry cunt.  The pumping began and a new realm of their relationship commenced to be.
	Drew tried to slow the progress and make the event lasting.
	Elizabeth was having none of that “FUCK ME!” she yelled and gripped her lover all the tighter.  Well, what was a guy to do with a command like that?  Drew stepped up his pumping efforts grinding his cock against the girl’s sensitive part as well as superiorly filling to capacity her delicious cunt.  Elizabeth was set on fire!  Her legs wrapped about the almost-married man and humped his brains out.  Drew’s hunky dong never slipped out once!  He power fucked the mountain girl drilling her into oblivion for almost five minutes before blasting a super wad of baby making spunk DEEP into her pussy.  Deep.

	Cupping Elizabeth’s ass, Drew continued pumping totally draining his bone.
	Elizabeth clutched her fantastic lover; he was full of charm—inasmuch as she was full of his cum!  The cock pulled out and the man glowed.  He shimmered in his drizzling sweat and was speaking words but Elizabeth didn’t hear them.  She was enamored with the man (and his prowess.)
	After some awkward kissing, petting, fingering, and getting gouged by the stick shift, the naked mountain lovers climbed out of the truck’s cab and into the truck’s bed.  There was a layer of hay on the bed of the truck, wood chips, chains, chain saw, ax, pails, and so on.  The dangerous stuff was moved out of the way and the two commenced to more loving—this time, “up the ass.”
	Drew checked the babe’s ass as she presented it to him.  One hole’s as good as another!  It was a perfectly shaped crapper; pert and clean and only slightly stained.  And there, too, was her muffin still leaking his cum!  A slap to the girl’s almost lily white ass and then he applied his cock to the hole.  How many times had her brothers one-two-three-four been there?  He chuckled to himself as he knew all four boys and assumed as much—all four had hounded her backdoor.
	Drew’s big dick had lost a little umph but was still capable of backdoor banditry.  The “hole” in question didn’t give automatically but eventually did so and Drew’s progress was a done deal.  His balls slammed in quick succession as his hands gripped the girl’s hips.  Every inch of his fuck meat slid near effortlessly in.  He pulled out a time or two, slapped her ass, prodded her pussy then delved back into her dirt chute to complete the job.
	Drew was awed—and miffed; his little Elizabeth was much more giving than his Annette.  Much more.  Annette gave him head—a little.  She also gave him charge up her butt—a little.  Her pussy—once in a while but it was reserved for AFTER they were married.  Had he known the red haired mountain girl was coming back to roost he would have waited for her.
	After the righteous butt fuck,
	“Let’s go swimming!” Elizabeth sparked.  Drew was all for that.
	While swimming they of course “coupled.”  Drew had never had sex in the water before.  Elizabeth?  Well, she had four brothers…

Polly wanna fuck!?
	A statement, not a question.
	Ten year old Kathy lived with her aged Grandma in a modest apartment downtown.  There was a “no pet” rule but only regulated to cats and dogs; fish and birds were Ok.  So, one day, Kathy came home from school to find her Nanna had gotten them a bird.
	“Her name is Polly!” said Grandma.
	Kathy was elated and immediately set about trying to coax the bird to talk.
	“Polly wanna a cracker?”
	“Polly say “HI!””
	“Polly say “I’m a pretty bird!” along with “Polly hungry!” and “Polly thirsty!” Kathy tried and tried relentlessly to teach Polly to speak.  But the only response was a squawk, a chirp, and some clickings.  Polly would move restlessly-like back and forth on her perch, flutter her wings, and poop.  But Kathy kept trying.
	Then one day—
	After persistently quipping “Polly want a cracker?” Kathy said in her childish voice, Polly uttered—
	“Polly want to fuck!”
	Kathy wasn’t sure but she was certain that her new pet had just used a bad word.  Kathy wasn’t that naïve; she was to a point about a lot of things but bad words she knew.
	Then,
	“Bawk!  Bawk!  Fuck it!  Fuck it!”
	Kathy’s blue eyes bulged.  “Polly!  I don’t think you should be saying those words!”
	“Eat shit and die!  Eat shit and die!  Bawk!  Bawk!”
	Kathy was sure her Nanna would have a stroke if she heard Polly cussing.
	“Please stop saying those bad words, Polly!”
	“Go fuck yourself!”
	Kathy wasn’t sure but she knew she had just been cussed out.  She was a little angry and somewhat confused.  The words she knew but the order in which they had been spoken to her tangled her.
	“Get naked!” the bird suddenly said.
	Kathy stared and stared; Polly was in a very nice brass cage.  The apartment was a very nice one with large kitchen, small breakfast area but with a built-in bar with seating for three.  A good sized living room with a bathroom down the hall for Kathy and a bedroom for her and her Nanna.  Nanna’s room had its own bathroom.  The apartment was on the fifth floor of a ten story apartment building.
	To say the least, Kathy was stunned.
	“Take off your clothes!  Bawk!”
	“I will not!” Kathy stated firmly.  Then,
	‘take off your clothes.’ The words burned into Kathy’s young mind.
	Licking her lips, cocking her head, Kathy’s fingers fumbled at her light purple short sleeved shirt.  There was a nice cottony “trainer” and then bare skin.  The girl was highly confused.  Polly the Foul Beaked Parrot pranced back and forth on her perch squawking up a storm—all bad words, too.

	Kathy slipped off her shoes then after fumbling with the buttons to her jeans slid the garment down to her knees then stood back up to pause.  With her mouth hanging open, her pretty eyes of blue staring into infinity,
	‘go one, take ‘em down.’
	Slowly the girl complied and lowered her red tinted panties.
	“Shit!  Piss!  Motherfucker!” squawked Polly.
	Kathy stood with her pants (and panties) at her knees.  Polly flicked thru her bird seed dish finding the right nut.  Standing naked behind Kathy a man equipped with an electronic device “appeared.”  The man knew Kathy from her occasional work at the local public broadcasting company where she was a character on a kid’s televised skit show broadcasted weekly.  For a long-long time had he had an eye for her.  Now, armed and equipped with an electronic mind altering device—
	Being “invisible” was not invisible to all; the invisibility trick was in essence a “trick” of the mind—the Device warped the air about the person holding the mind altering gadget and thusly became “unseen.”  Coupled with the brain wave patterns and other syncrocratic electronic whizbang things “Professor” Wally didn’t even pretend to understand—following Kathy to her apartment and then inside was a done deal.  And the hapless naïve girl was none the wiser.
	Though she was a young’un, merely ten, she had a nice form.  That butt was fantastic!  Then her sweet-sweet face!  She presented herself as being naïve, protected, unawares of the smutty world around her.  That was the draw that Walter “Wally” Ohmacally aka “The Professor” found charming.  The girl was oozing with charm and he wanted to be a part of it.
	‘bend over.’
	Each and every EMAD had a uniqueness about it; some were direct having a connection via the User and the Subject.  Others—not so much and required more stern input from the User.  Direct Input was easier and the User was like “whispering” to the Subject’s mind, like ‘bend over’ ‘spread your cheeks’ and so on.  The non-direct more stern input was “Bend over!”  “Spread your cheeks!” “You like it up the ass!”  “You like sucking cock!” and so on.  See the difference?
	Little Kathy “bent over” as per command AND spread open her cheeks.
	Walter, who played a bumbling science professor on the kiddie show but was enlightening and informative just the same, pressed his naked cock against the girl’s ass.  Against her ass and then up and down the crack.  Then he was poking the hole.  Masturbating came nextly with gouging the girl’s obvious virgin pussy.  There were several other girls on the show, older and younger.  Professor Wally wanted to mess with them all.  And equipped with an EMAD it was possible!
	Wally ran his hands all over Kathy’s butt.  A fantasy cum true!  He shuddered as he caressed her—then felt himself faint as his cock glided against her sex.  Sperm jutted from his piss slit dripping down onto the girl’s panties.
	“Bawk!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!” squawked the foul mouthed bird.  Wally had taught the bird all the naughty words and phrases Kathy was stunned to hear.  Smiling at the Sailor bird he made serious effort at poking his way into Kathy’s dirt chute.
	It was too tight and thusly very-very virginal.  Dropping to his knees he came eye to brown eye with the girl’s pooter.  Another shudder overwhelmed him and nervously he put his tongue to the girl’s rim.  There was another girl at the studio, Julie, that he wanted to do same to.  And Angela, Hanna, Lindsy, Jill…
	Lovingly he licked and lapped Kathy’s crapper.  Then, turning her around and laying her out on the modern blue sofa he worked off her clothes, spread her legs, and paused a long moment ogling her bare and very virgin vagina.
	Then he licked it.  It was fantastic!  There was a slight hint of pee and a bit o’ mustiness.  It invigorated him.  He licked and licked, nipped the puffy meat of the poon, then began working his finger into her crapper.  His tongue gouged its way into her sex and he was hard pressed to keep himself from shoving his fuck stick into her.
	But he knew her.  And that was the rub.  He didn’t want to hurt her—he wanted to fuck her but not hurt her.  She needed broken in, a pre-fuck before accepting his manly fuck stick.  It was at that moment that Polly began acting up,
	“Nanna!  Squawk!  Hello, Nanna!  Bawk!  Bawk!”
	“Shit!  Piss!  Fuck!  Motherfucker!” Kathy’s grandmother was home from work—early.  Wally was just at the point of probing Kathy’s very virgin vagina.  He hated disruptions.  There was no time to reset the EMAD or render himself invisible or zap the old lady at the door.  Quickly he scooped up the naked Kathy, grabbed her clothes and hauled ass down the hall to the bathroom.  Just in time.  The heavy scent of Grandma’s perfume was wow overpowering.  She had a jingle of keys and was “noisy.”
	In the bathroom and panic was ensuing—Wally found his newly acquired EMAD “frozen.”  None of the buttons worked; there were sensory keypad buttons all over the remote control device with a LCD screen x’s three.  Kathy looked as if she were in a trance—her mind was more than locked up.  Wally was in a fix for sure.
	“Kathy?” called out the old woman.
	Wally fretted; he was visible, the EMAD was apparently kuputz, and the naked object of his unnatural desires was mindless.  Locking the door then turning on the faucet in the tub he hoped Grandma would hear and leave her granddaughter alone.  Did the old lady walk in on Kathy while she bathed, changed clothes, sat on the pot?  Wally’s cock hardened as he checked the little girl out—very-very muchly did he want to mount her and FUCK her.
	But first!
	Nanna Mary knocked politely on the bathroom door, “Kathy?” she called.
	Now, who the fuck else would be in the bathroom taking a bath?
	Wally held the naked girl to himself waggling not his dick but the dysfunctional EMAD.  Tapping it to Kathy’s head didn’t help.  Cum leaked from his cock; his cock pressed up against the taint of Kathy’s body as he held her to him as they sat.
	Then, suddenly, the Device’s brain wave pattern indicators began to fluctuate; the tiny lights on the mind altering gadget flickered and the Device was, apparently, working.  He fretted, still, though; the Unit was unreliable, not trustworthy.   Slowly he placed the still “in tranced” Kathy into the tub then stepped slightly out of the way.  His fingers worked the magical device freeing the girl’s mind (but still controllable) and having her respond to her granny, “I’m in the tub, Nanna!”
	“Oh, ok, dear.” replied the old lady.
	Kathy wavered between realities.  The Professor was miffed and concerned highly about the Device he had virtually given his soul for.  When the thing worked it was wondrous.  When it failed—locked up, whatever; it was cause for serious contemplation.
	Kathy sat in the tub, farted, and was well relaxed.  She didn’t often take a bath in the late afternoon, that was something reserved for “just before bed time.”  Wally held his breath, all indications on the EMAD showed “all was well.”  But he couldn’t trust it—could he?  Slowly stepping out into full view, naked, he waited (for the scream.)  Kathy’s beautiful blue eyes remained calm.  She did not react to Wally’s bold nakedness.  Feeling somewhat normal he blatantly masturbated.  Seeing no adverse reaction from the girl he stepped into the bath putting himself right up against the child’s head.  His balls against her mouth the Professor returned to his desire and fantasy—humping Kathy’s face.
	The desire to FUCK her was still high but he knew that SHE would know as soon as the event was over.  Her pussy would be broken, sore, and the “evidence” prevalent in and on her.  So, she needed pre-broken-in.  A smaller cock, a younger cock.  And there was a whole studio of “younger” cock available.
	Up against the girl’s nose did Wally hump; into her mouth; against her face; then finally ejaculating mess onto her golden brown hair.  The release was fantastic!  He knew that getting off in her pussy (and subsequent asshole) would be ten times as great.  A couple of juts of spunk spilled onto her hair, the rest he wanked off spewing onto her sweet face.  Then he stood her up and blew raspberries onto her just beginning lumpy breasts; his hands cupping her delightful ass.
	A moment, a long moment, was stolen just eyeing her bald pussy.
	The yearning to fuck her right then and there was great.
	Somehow he held off and sated himself with just rubbing his aching cock against her on the bathroom floor.  Yea, he had mounted her but held off penetrating her.  Somehow he managed that.  But that wouldn’t last for long.  He humped her slit, gouged it, lifted her legs and poked sternly her asshole before drying her off, kissing her, tonguing out her pussy, then placing his trust in the Device rendered himself invisible and sent the child to her room to dress and go about her business as usual.

*
Definition of APHORISM
1:  a concise statement of a principle
2:  a terse formulation of a truth or sentiment :  adage
	It’s not whether or not you win or lose—but where you place the blame.
	We have enough “youth”; how about a Fountain of Smart?
	A Fool and his Money—can throw one heck of a party!
	When blondes have more fun—do they know it?
	Five days a week and my body is a temple; the other two and it’s an
          amusement park!
	Money isn’t everything—but it sure keeps the kids in touch!
	At first you don’t succeed—then skydiving isn’t for you.
	Reality is only an illusion due to lack of alcohol
	We’re born naked, wet, and hungry.  Then things get worse.
	Red meat is not bad for you.  Fuzzy green meat IS bad for you.
	Ninety-nine percent of all lawyers give the rest a bad name.
	The latest survey shows that three out of four people make up 75% of the 
          population!
	I think members of Congress and Parliament should wear uniforms like 
          NASCAR—that way we can identify their corporate sponsors.

Polly squawks and bawks (but does she fuck?)
	“Polly want a cracker?”
	Polly, a mostly green parrot with a yellow belly and some blue hinges here and there pranced back and forth on her perch, fluttered her wings, and merely made typical parrot cacklings.
	Kathy shrugged saying, “Now she won’t do it!”  Kathy was even more fantastically pretty than previous—she had re-styled her hair to have heavy bangs and wore a Sunday school dress outfit.  She was very prim and very proper.
	“Hmmm,” said a curious Michael, “she sounds stubborn.” ‘like a typical woman.’  Michael was a social friend of Kathy’s; he was two years older, very friendly, very nice, and possibly just the right candidate for breaking in virgins.
	‘would you like to see her naked?’
	Michael’s eyes bulged and he literally couldn’t think straight.  One day while at the studio rehearsing and taking a break, the Professor got busy with the nifty mind altering device.  There were several boys from as young as six to as old as thirteen working as various characters on the weekly televised show.  Wally had settled on Michael; he was a good looking kid, blond haired, blue eyed, incredibly nice kid.  The Professor kinda/sorta wouldn’t mind seeing HIM naked, too!
	And the subject of “see her naked” was bit the intended Kathy but another girl, twelve year old Hanna.  Wally had seen Michael and Hanna together, conversing and laughing—then one day as they walked down the hall they were seen “holding hands.”
	‘would you like to see her naked?’
	Michael didn’t answer, he wasn’t real sure.  He kind of did, there was an interest there—but Michael was a Christian boy, sang in the church choir, straight student, avid soccer player.
	‘do you jerk off?  Aka “masturbate”, please yourself?’
	Michael began to sweat, his heart was racing and images of Hanna filled his mind.  He did—he DID jerk off!  In the shower usually, sometimes while in bed.  And he thought of Hanna, Julie, KATHY!  A few other girls came to mind but mostly it was Hanna.
	‘do you know how to fuck?’
	Actually, no.  He sort of did—but wasn’t actually too clear on the subject.
	He had never seen a girl naked.
	There were girls in his family, cousins and such, he had seen in their swimwear but he had never even seen a girl of any age in her underwear!   But he wanted to!  Especially Hanna!  But first!
	“Polly want a cracker?” Kathy persisted.
	“Go fuck yourself!” squawked Polly.
	Michael’s mouth dropped.
	“See?” squealed Kathy.  “That’s a naughty word.”
	“Sure is.” Michael said.  He was in disbelief.  More was to come.
	Kathy shook her pretty head, “She’s said a lot of naughty words.”
	“What does your Nanna say about it?”
	“That’s just it, Polly wont say those things when she’s here!”
	“Bawk!  Bawk!  Go fuck yourself!  Bawk!  Bawk!”
	Kathy shook her head again, Michael shook his head.  “Wow.
	“Gent bent!” squawked the bird.  Michael didn’t hear a bad word but was sure the statement was bad.
	“Kiss my ass!  Squawk!  Squawk!” 
	“Oh, my!” said Kathy.
	Then,
	“Take off your clothes!  Bawk!  Bawk!”
	Michael reared his head back, “W-what did she say?”
	“Show us your weenie!”
	Kathy was stunned, Michael was startled conveying “WTF!”
	“Get naked!”  “Get bent!”  “Piss off!”
	Kathy stood breathing hard shocked beyond belief at her bird.
	Michael was just stunned—he had never heard a bird cuss so.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Kathy licked her lips and stared-stared-stared at Polly.  Polly walked back and forth on her perch, then hit the side of the cage to cling there while continuing to squawk.  There were two hours before Nanna Mary came home from work.  Plenty of time for naughtiness.  Plenty.
	Michael suddenly went from staring shockingly at Polly to staring gawkingly at Kathy.  “What are you doing!?” he almost shrieked.
	Kathy didn’t respond but worked at working off her one piece Sunday school dress.  She wore a silk tank top underneath—and yellow panties!  A big blue duck was on the front panel with a goofy smile and no particular reason for being there.  Michael blinked his eyes and continued to watch in utter awe as his young friend lowered the panties and was naked.
	His cock just about busted thru his beige slacks.
	“Wow.” he said under his breath.  Kathy was ten years young, almost eleven (in three months.)  She was pretty, a decent girl, polite, and naked.  Michael couldn’t breathe; his eyes went straight to the girl’s bare bald cunny.
	‘would you like to TOUCH her?’
	Michael’s eyes blinked, mouth hung open, mind virtually blank and he wasn’t all that much “touched” by the EMAD.
	‘take your clothes off.’
	Kathy stepped out of her panties, removed the tank top, and stood butt bare ass naked while her friend also stripped himself out of his clothes.  The Professor sighed and noted that Michael was a handsome fellow—and had a handsome fully engorged “fellow”, too!
	Turning Kathy about whereas she was facing him and her backside facing her friend, the Professor noted that Michael was indeed mindless.
	‘put your dick against her.’
	Michael slowly stepped forward, gripped his dick, and pressed it against Kathy’s body.  Further input from Wally via transmit from the EMAD and Michael was rubbing his dick all over Kathy’s ass.  The boy had to lower himself as he was much taller and the emphasis was to play with her ass—not her backside.
	‘would you like to be naked and naughty with Hanna?’
	That was a given—‘Hell ya!’ was the sentiment in Michael’s mind.
	‘do you know what a blowjob is?’
	No.
	‘do you know what “anal” is about?’
	Nope.
	And No, he didn’t know what licking out a girl’s cunny was about either.
	But he DID like rubbing his dick against Kathy’s butt!
	After collecting their clothes, Michael and Kathy walked nakedly to Kathy’s bedroom.  Walking behind them and Wally “The Professor” was enamored—watching the kids as they walked naked was some sort of personal turn on.  It made him smile.  More smiles were to cum…

	Staring at a naked was just something a guy did.  So Michael and The Professor did just that—stare.  Of course, an older girl, a teenage girl at least, would have probably been more pleasing and worthy of a long stare, but Kathy was just as good.  And secretly, after some mind probing, Michael kinda/sorta liked Kathy and often thought of her while he beat off (his meat.)  He thought of the other girls in his social group at the studio, his age at his school, and some female cousins.  A typical boy.
	Laying out across her bed, legs open, pussy open for viewing pleasure, Kathy lay in a mindless state of being.  Wally lay beside her fingering her smooth hairless pussy.  She was just barely beginning to get a lumpy chest.  Michael stood right up against the bed masturbating still totally unawares of his mind being vexed or The Professor laying naked on the bed beside Kathy.
	“What about Jill?” Wally asked of a girl at the studio.  Jill was a girl of six.
	Michael didn’t even pause stroking his schlong, his brow furrowed and he shook his head, “No.”
	“Meagan?”  “Lori?”  “Tia?”
	Meagan was the studio executive’s daughter, she was eight years young and very-very pretty.  Lori was the station’s programming director—also pretty but nine years young.  Tia was a Mexican girl of seven.  All three girls Michael did harbor deep secretive desires—to see naked, laying across his lap to be spanked, sucking him, then laying on their backs with their legs spread wide so as he could gander at their nakedness.
	Wow!  A good Christian boy he is!
	‘go on, lick her out.’
	Michael paused jerking his gherkin then positioned himself on his knees.  Leaning in, the handsome boy with styled blond hair, a friendly boyish face, slowly put his tongue to Kathy’s snatch.  He licked slowly, being his first time he was unsure as to what to do and how to perceive the “taste” of twat.
	As the young boy noshed on Kathy’s poon,
	‘Little Jill has a pussy just like this.’  Jill was a very happy-go-lucky girl, so full of play, innocence, and curiosity.  She was six years young, honey brown hair, wide eyed and fun to be with.  More than once did Wally hear her accidentally “let one rip.”  Sometimes she wore shorts that revealed a nice crotch shot.  A few times when no one was watching he was able to give her a generous hug (and cop a feel).
	‘wouldn’t you like to see Jill naked?’ Wally persisted.
	Michael’s tongue worked feverishly into Kathy’s cunt—working himself up into a fever as well.  Switching images from Kathy to Jill was easy and at length the boy accepted the fact that he WOULD like to see Jill naked.  He also wouldn’t mind licking out her pussy, spanking her, or drilling his fevered rod into her.
	‘could you see yourself doing her in the mouth?’
	That was a given.  Regardless of her young age, who she was the daughter of, if she were willing to suck him—so be it.
	‘up the ass?’
	Michael wasn’t sure on that venture.
	‘pussy?’
	There was a pause in thought.
	Wally let it go and encouraged the boy to “mount” Kathy.
	A little schooling there was but Michael was mostly “on his own.”  Dutifully the boy gouged Kathy’s virgin entrance; he moved his engorged organ all over the child’s sex, poked and scored the slit before finally breeching inward.  Wally squeezed his own dick and was fascinated by the boy’s antics.  Kathy lay furrowing her own brow being a little aware of the happening but still having her mind confined and contained by the wondrous electronic gadget of The Professor.
	Michael continued his entry being more and more on his own (but not “aware”).  The breeching of Kathy’s virginity came without so much fanfare; there was only a slight coating of cherry juice on Michael’s cock, coating his balls, too.  The boy’s slender dick slid inward about half way then he began to pump.  Natural instinct taking over there.  With each successful pump in/out and more cock descended.  The boy’s pumping efforts were stepped up as well.  Wally tweaked Kathy’s nipples; his mind drifted—virtually every girl at the studio he wanted.  And with the EMAD he could have them!
	Slowly he realized how dangerous the EMAD was and why the World was so up in arms about them.  He realized, too, that the EMAD could also be dangerous to the User.  It was hoped that he wouldn’t get too carried away—lest he get “carried away.”  That would be bad.  He rather liked his freedom and not to be some biker dude’s “bitch.”

	Michael went IN and OUT and IN and OUT increasing his speed until finally spurting a magnificent spurt of spurt.  The boy had cum before, he was almost an avid jerk offer but there was more significant significance in cumming off in a girl’s pussy.
	‘even young girls give the same relief.’ cooed Wally.
	Michael was awash with sweat.  His cock ache.  His cock smoldered!  Pulling out and even more jets of spunk spurted from his piss slit.  It was amazing!  Another round of fantastic feelings never before felt consumed the twelve year old and he knew—he knew that he wanted to experience that uniqueness over and over again.
	Wally smiled—he had him.  He had him.

	Spanking anyone?  A curious quirk that Michael had was a fetish for spanking.  He had no siblings and wasn’t about to approach any of his guy friends saying “Hey, anyone up for spanking?”  He liked to give as well as receive.  Wally’s probing found no interest in messing with any of his guy friends.  Of girls?  Oh, yeah!  Other than seeing the girls he knew naked, he also wanted to see them across his lap and he spanking them.  Bare hand to bare ass.  In the shower and on his bed he spanked himself—it wasn’t easy and not near as hard enough as he would like but the end result was usually a terrific hard-on.
	It sufficed but he knew in his heart that the likes of having a girl spank him—well, he couldn’t even imagine!  So, after licking out Kathy’s hairless snatch box and then fucking it, soiling it inside and out with his pre-teen jiz, he got to position Kathy across his lap.  Wally admired the new position, caressed the girl’s ass himself, then stepped around inserting his cock into her mouth.  When Michael got the OK to lay hands—Kathy’s slight awareness made her cry out and fuss.  The “crying out” and fussing caused her to thoroughly please Wally as his cock got the brunt of the girl’s fussing.  It was delicious!
	Michael slap/spanked the girl’s hinny and got off equally well.  The boy shuddered, closed his eyes, and orgasmed.  His cock just minutes after explunged from Kathy’s cunt was once more soiling her.  His hands to her bare ass inflicting discomfort was incredibly comforting to him.  Wally received comfort also—filling Kathy’s undulating mouth with his own jiz.  Then up alongside her sweet face he did fuck while Michael slowly decreased his umph.
	Then, while Kathy lay in a wash of confusion, Wally found himself attracted to Michael.  Mostly and assuredly, Walter “Wally” Ohmacally aka The Professor enjoyed the company of girls.  But, there was room for more.  Boys!  Young boys, no older than thirteen, and no younger than five.  Gotta have limits.  Michael had thoroughly soiled Kathy’s underside as he had spanked her.  The girl lay across her bed caressing her inflamed ass enticing Wally all the more.
	With Michael on his knees, Wally humped the boy’s face as much as he had humped Kathy’s.  And there was just as much pleasure in doing so!  Michael suckled The Professor’s hairless balls (Wally hated pubes!) and was methodically skull fucked for several minutes.  Then he was positioned on his hands and knees.  Wally slapped the boy’s lily white ass with his hardened cock admiring the boy’s dangling balls and cum dripping cock.
	He was an anal virgin—again, he had no interest in messing with boys.
	Well!  That was gonna change!
	There was a grunt followed by subsequent moan and groan.  Turd burgling was not always on Wally’s itinerary—he preferred mouth and pussy.  Sodomizing Michael was not unpleasant—the boy being a virgin made the deed satisfying.  Being an anal virgin the deed of being breeched made the deed difficult.  But, dire determination made the deed a done deal and soon Wally was pounding Michael’s hole like a pro.
	Sitting back and Wally was awed at watching Michael’s crap chute slowly snap shut with his cum oozing out.  It was fascinating and entrancing.  Afterwards, he spanked the boy’s butt.  Michael was partially aware of the spunking and even more so of the spanking.  Wally slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y instilled notions of the naughty kind into the boy’s mind that would eventually bring him to Wally’s world of wickedness.  The Dark Side!
	And just before Kathy’s Nanna came home—both Wally and Michael took turns reaming Kathy’s pooter.  Michael, of course, went first—this after applying his tongue to Kathy’s crapper.  It infused Wally watching the boy licking the girl’s funk hole—it really did.  Laying across her bed with her ass cheeks still burning red Michael spread the girl’s cheeks and licked her asshole.  It got him hard and Wally couldn’t help himself but smooth his hands over the boy’s butt.  Then,
	With a glistening schlong tip the boy eased into the girl’s backdoor.
	Wally spanked the boy as he butt fucked his young friend—and also continued to insert naughty notions of the naughty kind.  It would be a slow process to fully seed but Wally figured it would be worth it.  A side kick!  Loving on the naked boy made him feel good.  There was an odd feeling swimming throughout his body—and mind.  Smoothing his hands up and down the boy’s naked body sent incredible feelings he had not known before.
	Michael was a boy.  A fine boy, a Christian boy, played soccer, good student academically, and was very susceptible to electronic mind input.  Wally resoundly professed to like girls.  But, that was not set in concrete.  Running his hands over Michael’s fine smooth body enticed him—delightfully so!  He had done same to Kathy and got fantastic feelings but with Michael—the same feelings, sure, but they were escalated ten-fold.

	Some minutes were needed in “fixing” the kids’ minds; working and re-wiring so that they would respond to Wally’s desires.  A trying event to be sure.  But he wanted the kids to be “themselves”, not so much aware but there was that aspect, too.  No zombies!  It would take time.

*

Bawk!  Polly want a blunt!  Bawk!  Bawk!
	“She said “FUCK IT!” and “EAT SHIT!””
	“No way!”
	“Way.”
	Sara Gotbarn was stunned.  Shocked even.  She also was giddy and reacted as most kids do when another tells of something shocking.  She was aghast but in a humorous way.  It was Kathy who was sharing about her foul mouthed bird; Michael was standing beside her grinning, blushing, and nodding his head.
	The three standing in the hall of Studio One were overheard by none other than Wally “The Professor” Ohmacally.  The three were right outside Wally’s office.  But with so many new “devices” to detect (and prevent) “Devices”, Wally kept his OFF; not even in Stand-by mode—OFF.
	After a few minutes, though, and Michael left to go do something somewhere else, the girls remained talking just out of ear shot.  Wally’s door was not all the way closed; creeping up to the crack he could just see the girls at the water cooler.  They had just done rehearsal for their kiddie show but were hanging around as kids do.
	‘come in.’
	He couldn’t help it—as much as he liked (and really liked) Subject Kathy, he also had a yearning for her friend, Sara.  Sara Gotbarn was a little taller, more slender, got a little more sunshine, very blond hair, very lighthearted, very fuckable.  Her blond hair was usually in a long-long loose pony tail; her attitude was usually light and very friendly.  Seldom did she wear anything other than pants of some sort; a dress or skirt outfit was for studio pictures or publicity stuff.
	Kathy was in a knee length dress, her hair in curls w/heavy bangs, and just as charming as she could be.  In Wally’s mind she was forever seeded; no matter what she wore she would always be seen “naked” on her bed.  Naked on her bed with inflamed cheeks, cum coating her pussy, and naked.
	Sara wore a long yellow tee-shirt and typical loose fitting jeans.  For the kiddie show the kids all wore “certain” clothing; no tight clothing, nothing revealing, no possible crotch shorts when the kids wore shorts.  She was still cute, though—very cute.  In a short four months she would be eleven years young, too.

	No one else was in the hallway; Wally was aware of the security cameras so that was a bit of concern—not only did the cameras focus on the Exit/Entry doors but the hallways, too.  Once the girls were inside—fuck the cameras!  His mind raced, his cock hardened.  Wicked-wicked thoughts filled his mind; wicked-wicked deeds filled his cock.  Hugging Kathy he copped a feel of her ass; a hand went up under her dress and pulled down her panties.  They were basic white.  He fingered her pussy and found it hard to keep from ripping her dress off and laying her out on the floor and “gettin’ after it!”
	But he didn’t.
	He did, though, take Sara’s loose blue jeans down and marvel at her green tinted cotton panties.  They were snug fitting and enticing to beat all.  The girl was totally mindless; Wally stood and hauled out his cock waggling it before her.  It was kind of dangerous but the girl didn’t react one little bit.  Not even when he pressed himself against her, put her fingers about his hardness then pulled off her long yellow shirt.	
	On his knees and Wally stared eye-to-crotch breathing in labored motion.
	He moaned as he lowered the undies admiring whole heartily the girl’s hairless poon.  It was perfectly shaped and a marvel of human anatomy.  It was a marvel worthy of admiration—and Wally admired it.  And then afterwards he slipped the girl’s panties on off and took her to his desk.  Then, sitting in his comfy executive burgundy chair with the high back, swivel action, tilt, adjustable height, arms that lowered, he position the naked girl across his lap.  Sure, teenage girls were beautiful and worthy of equal admiration; they were older, bigger boobs, more fuckable twats, but there was just something about a naked ten year old…
	A little smoothing of his hand over Sara’s naked ass, her backside, sides, thighs, and so on and then a swift hard smack!  He didn’t know if it did anything for Sara but it sure as shit did something for him!  So he smacked her bare ass again.  It felt good!  Oooooh!  He smacked her again—she jolted and twisted some indicating a slight “awareness.”  Her watch was beeping and glowing red—an indication that she wore the latest semi-fashionable EMAD detector.
	That warranted another smack.
	Then she was positioned on the desk, laying down with her legs spread.
	That pussy!  Bald, but with a scant few small tiny blond hairs coming in anew.  So soft!  Puffy and perfectly formed and ready for dicking!  But first!  Tonguing!  Wally ignored the phone lighting up on his desk—nothing was more important that licking out a ten year old’s pussy!  Nothing!  And it was a clean smelling cunt, no odor, no distaste, not even the hint of pee!  He licked, lapped, and nipped the pussy to his delight before whipping his cock onto the slit.  Oh how he wanted to fuck that slit!  And in a way—he did!  No penetration but a hell of a lot of rubbing!
	Days later and it was Angela who gushed at the bad talking bird.  She was in Kathy’s apartment with Kathy, Michael, Angela, and Scotty—all members of the kiddie program they performed on.  Angela was a nice looking girl, six months away from being eleven years young.  She had dark hair and virtually every week had a different hair style.  She was into all color schemes so long as they were blue.  She wore glasses (with blue frames), a split between her front teeth, was a “reserved” kind of girl but enjoyed playing games, singing, and hanging with her peeps.
	Scott “Scotty” O’Bry was a nice looking blond haired kid, big front teeth, played all sports well but football and was an up and cumming golfer.  He wore a big red shirt with a dozen or so various “balls” emblazoned on the front; basketball, tennis, golf, bowling, baseball, etc.  There was a caption beneath the balls—“I LUV BALLS!”
	“Bite me!  Squawk!  Squawk!  Suck me!  Squawk!  Squawk!” Polly was at her best; cussing and using unusual phrases the kids had heard but weren’t sure of their meaning.
	Michael chuckled, blushed, and tried to keep his boner from showing by standing behind a living room chair.  In his mind there was Kathy fully nude.  He had the same thoughts of wicked sexual desires for Angela, too.  (and Sara!)  Wally’s wily ways were working on Michael; with Kathy—not so much.  She needed more pertinent re-wiring for her to accept the sexual deviant ways—but she wasn’t opposed.
	Polly went on to spout “Go fuck yourself!”  “Get bent!”  “Get naked!”  “Suck me!” along with other curt phrases—all of which were known and not-so known to the kids listening.  They all giggled as they knew the words but the order in which they were spoken were a little odd to them.
	The unseen The Professor slowly began weaving his electronic web.  
	Kathy, in non-jean pants of orange with matching top, socks, shoes, hair braids, was the first to begin undressing.  Michael liked watching girls undress—so did Wally!  Angela wrinkled her brow and though the EMAD indicated that she was controlled electronically there was resistance.  “Resistance is futile!”
	Kathy lowered her white panties and Wally had to hold himself from jumping her right then and there!  Michael’s body was nice and firm, naked, and Wally being close to him caressed the boy’s ass.  “Suck me.” Wally cooed aloud, then using the EMAD reiterated the same sentiment.  The re-wiring of the boy’s mind worked marvelously and down on his knees the boy went facing Wally’s marvelous pecker.
	He liked girls.  No question there about it.  But boys—boys also held a special place and it seemed that no matter whose mouth was bobbing on his cock—a blowjob was a blowjob!
	Wally’s cock tingled as the young preteen suckled it.  There was a surge and a bit of jutting; Wally pulled out and humped the sweet boy’s face then couldn’t help himself but put the boy on his hands and knees and “take him.”  He was very giving and Wally “gave” him a delightful butt fucking.
	Ramming his rod into Michael’s anus and Wally was in oblivion—sweet-sweet oblivion.  It felt so good!  No wonder the Catholic priests were in so much trouble!  Pulling out he smacked his slightly stained/soiled schlong against the boy’s firm white ass, “reached around” to pull on the lad’s crank, fondled his balls, then finished off cumming off in the boy’s hole.
	With Angela naked, Michael and Kathy, it was off to Kathy’s bedroom.  Again, Wally enjoyed watching the kids walk naked.  He collected their clothes and deposited them in the bedroom, then quickly washed off his cock in the hall bathroom—then drained his lizard and THAT felt good, too!
	Then, back in Kathy’s room he settled on spanking Angela.  The mind controlling indicators fluctuated a little indicating that the young girl was a little more “aware” than he liked.  She cried, whimpered, and carried on but was confused so that helped until Wally could up the deliverance of electronic mind controlling control.
	After that and spanking Angela’s ass turning it tomato red was easy.
	Michael did same and while he did, Kathy sucked Wally’s cock.  She got her pretty face fucked and just before shooting off his load he shoved it back into her mouth to complete the job.  Rivers of cum dribbled out the corners of her mouth and it pleased him.  And after humping Kathy’s face he turned Angela over and humped her twat!
	No penetration—but close counts!  Laying his cum squirter against the girl’s cunny and he humped a good hump.  Meanwhile, Michael got sucked off on by Kathy.  Wally gouged Angela’s smooth cunt, opened her legs and began making entry when—
	“Kathy!  I’m home!” Nanna.
	‘Sweet sorry son-of-a-bitch!’ bitched Wally—seriously not a good time.
	Slowly, nakedly, The Professor walked out of Kathy’s bedroom and moseyed to the living room where he met Grandma Mary who was as expected—startled.  The old woman was 69 years young but looked more to be in her 50s.  She was stunned to say the least—even more so when Kathy was pulled into view equally naked.  Nanna Mary could scarcely breathe conveying whole heartedly “WTF!?”
	Then she clasped her chest and crumpled to the floor.
	Oops.

	Wally wasn’t known for being callus; present company exempted.  But while Nanna Mary lay on the floor clutching her chest and wavering between Life & Death along with trying to comprehend what the fuck was going on with the naked stranger and then her naked granddaughter—
	The “not known for being callus” Wally Ohmacally put his penis into Kathy’s mouth.  The naked child was just at the right height with a little bending over and Nanna Mary nearly died off right there and then.  For further shock value, not-known-for-being-callus Wally O sat down with Kathy sitting between his legs with her legs spread wide open.  Then, a goodly fingering was employed to the girl’s cunny.  Nanna Mary was having a stroke—literally.
	Then, Wally carefully moved Kathy up whereas he could “enter” her.
	Nanna Mary’s eyes widened, she shook her head and struggled to breathe.
	Minutes count—when life is on the line.  Wally worked his pud into Kathy’s sweet snug fitting cum drenched cunt until finally at three minutes he mustered enough umph to give the girl’s cunny a little more (cum.)  The thick viscous white stuff coated his cock and balls and when his schlong popped out a goodly amount oozed out of the little girl’s pussy furthering her Nanna’s demise.
	But before the old lady in charge of Kathy’s upbringing passed on Wally placed an aspirin under her tongue (supposed to help if you’re having a heart attack.)  Then ushered Kathy back to her bedroom quickly working her mind (and the others); then dressing; then phoning in the 911; then leaving just as the 911 crew arrived.
	Nanna Mary survived but would never work again; she had a stroke, not a heart attack.  Mass confusion reigned supreme for Kathy and her friends—and a wee bit for Nanna Mary.  Meanwhile, while Nanna Mary recouped in the hospital, Kathy was cared for by an uncle.  Meanwhile,
	Hanna Anna Bobannafanna.
	A nice girl, loved horses, singing, acting, and being friendly.  She was twelve years young, long brown hair that usually kept its style (with a braid bit across the top of her head.)  A flower usually live or sometimes plastic was tucked in behind her left ear; small dainty emerald earrings, a couple of finger rings, a bracelet or two, and a small necklace with a cross icon attached.  A nice girl; Wally liked her—a lot!  And armed with an EMAD…
	Such a cute girl!  So friendly, helpful, and wearing the latest in EMAD detection/prevention.  At the doors to the studio, and yea even the lot itself at the gate there were detections for anyone passing thru with an “active” Electronic Mind Altering Device.  “Active” the keyword.  Prevention was a bit of a concern but so far, Kathy, Sara, Michael had been equipped with “prevention” devices—we see how well they worked.

	Green jeans and cowboy boots were her usual clothing choice, along with a cowgirl shirt either plain or with a little style.  That smile, those eyes!  She was a very nice looking girl and days after Nanna Mary’s stroke she and a boy, Scotty, were at the water cooler outside The Professor’s office.  And when the timing was right—
	Hanna and Scotty stood mindless in The Professor’s office.  Shooting for the day had been done and the kids were just “hanging” out.  There was talk of meeting with the others at a pizzeria.  Kathy hadn’t been seen in a couple of days; she was devastated about her Nanna and was being taken care of at her uncle’s who had a townhouse downtown a ways.
	Pizzeria-interruptus!
	Standing at his side at his chair, ‘take your pants down.’ The command was made to Hanna and both she and Scotty undone their pants and lowered them.  Oh well.  A two-fer!  Scotty had typical tidy-whiteys and very light skin.  Hanna had green undies on and not-so white skin.  Her long green pullover shirt hung down interrupting prime viewing—so it was removed along with her dainty pinkish bra.
	Wally let out his breath, ached, then lightly with soft feeling fondled the girl’s lovely simply fucking lovely breasts.  They were nice!  She smelled of oranges strangely; such a nice face!  That smile—those eyes!  She was something—really something.  Slowly-slowly and the girl with that smile and those eyes was lain down across his lap.  Then, lightly, a smack.  One smack to her ass followed by two more before her green cotton panties were eased down exposing her ass.
	Another swat and Wally thought he would explode.  That ass!  It jiggled nicely!  It was soft, warm, very-very white, and was turning a wonderful shade of red.  Feelings of aggression reared within him and he quickly moved the girl onto his desk.  Parting her legs he stared at her naked pussy and felt his cock spewing its load in his undies.  Off came the girl’s pants and panties and her legs went wider thereafter.  A nice covering of pubes there was and Wally didn’t mind the flossing.
	The pussy smelled of oranges!  It was marvelous—marvelously enticing!  The intrigue was intoxicating and Wally wallowed his maw into the girl’s cunt.  She was a virgin—not for long!  Engulfing the whole of the girl’s cunny he drove his tongue inward finding the hymen well intact.  Hanna twisted slightly.  Wally shoved a finger into her asshole and continued engulfing her pussy until such a time as there was no holding back.
	He would have preferred somewhere more secure; more relaxing.  His office?  Not such a secure place or all that relaxing.  What he wanted was to take Hanna, Sara, Kathy, Angela, Michael, Scotty off somewhere where there was time; a cabin in the woods or some underground bunker.
	And strangely, The Professor had such a bunker.  Oh!
There’s always one in the family who’s “peculiar”
	Robert “Robbie” Fullofitt was the quintessential hip-rad dad; trendy modern clothes, hair style, mannerisms, and even sported a diamond earring!  He was “cool”, worked as a radio and television personality, drove a Porche (and a rag top late model Cad).  He had a townhouse downtown in a row of townhouses facing the lake.  On the weekends he was a part-time DJ at a retro dance club featuring disco music.
	He also was a single dad raising three beautiful girls.
	Ah.
	Then there were the two best friends since childhood; Jessie and Joey.
	Jessie was also a hip rad man, but not a dad; he drove a motorcycle, and was a burgeoning rock star—he played live at Robbie’s disco lounge.  He was also a vector (insect/rat) controller.  Joey was a part time school teacher as well as a part time comedian.
	And so it came to pass due to circumstances of this and happenstance of that that the two friends needed a temporary place to mooch—er, stay for awhile.  Best bud Robbie had plenty of room—and it helped to keep the pesky in-laws from barging in unannounced.  The girls one-two-three were ok with the intruders, they were well accustomed to biker Jessie and funny man Joey.  And now moving right along—
	When younger, the trio were outrageous lads who were little terrors.  At the ripe age of ten the three began their ascent into the wicked world of debauchery when for fun they chucked some rocks at Madeline Scruffbox’s horsey while she rode said horsey.  This was out in the woods and the horsey, Equinox, reared up one way then the other and dismounted his rider.  Madeline hit the ground clunking her head on a log knocking herself out.
	At first the boys were in uproar laughing and carrying on; then they were a little concerned—for their welfare and not Madeline’s.  Racing to where the sixteen year old lay, the ten year old boys were somewhat alarmed—but then saw that she was breathing.  And as an added bonus she had wet herself.
	This got the boys going again with Jessie whipping out his boyish dick and peeing on her crotch.  This only prompted Joey and Robbie to do same.  Then,
	“Let’s take her pants down!” quipped Joey.
	Jessie and Robbie stared at Joey in awe—then brightened up and quickly got Madeline’s turquoise jeans undone and down.  Nice tight white panties greeted the young horndogs.  Furiously they jerked their schlongs with Robbie inching down the teenage girl’s panties…
	The boys were horndogs, scummy horny dogs who sought out and found “opportunities.”  Robbie had young-young cousins he helped “babysit” and watch while adults partied and ran some errand or another.
	Jessie and Joey were the same.
	They were not overly “aggressive” so to speak but aggressively opportunity seekers and then exploiters.  This carried on thru elementary, grade school, junior high, and high school.  Neither Jessie or Joey went to college, only Robbie did.  The naughty trio parted to their own way of life but kept in touch “now and then.”
	The time had come, though, for the group to reunite—and pick up where they left off?  Kinda sorta.  It wasn’t a day after Jessie and Joey moved in, sharing a bedroom, that Joey shares with Robbie the illegal to have or possess an EMAD.
	Robbie was floored.
	Jessie already knew but was intrigued just the same.  And the shit eating grin on Jessie’s face told Robbie more.  And there was more—much more.  Like,
	One; Joey the teacher.  Just ‘cause you have a teaching license doesn’t mean you teach at will.  So comedy was the next move—and he was a natural at it.  But it had its downside, too; the pay sucked and so did some of the venues.  Teaching was a little more lucrative—a little.  There were perks and other things that made teaching something to pursue with earnest.  With the nifty mind altering device in his clutches…
	Of course, there were the latest Detectors and Preventors of such maddening Mind Altering Devices—but the hitch was those things only detected “active” Devices.  So getting one onto school grounds was fairly easy.  Using one?  Well, a little more difficult.  However,
	Of course most if not all students—especially girls, had Detectors and Preventors, too.  Regardless, Joey bided his time; upgrading his Device and lightly ever so slyly seeing how well the “latest” technology his students had worked.  Of course, being a part time/substitute teacher made things slightly difficult—he didn’t teach the same class day after day after day.  It was more two or three days at most—not enough time for his Device to counteract Detectors/Preventors.
	Then one day he got a break and was offered a teaching slot—teaching 3rd graders.  Joey was well pleased and took the offer.  It was temporary slotted at the end of the school session for about seven weeks, but it was a start and would possible lead him to the following Fall session.
	It took two full weeks before Joey was comfortable using his EMAD.
	Then, on a Tuesday, Week Three; Anna Boyimagirl.  Sitting in front the girl had his attention from day one.  And she was in Row 6, last row to the wall opposite the one door into the classroom.  Twenty-two students, small class.  There were windows but small ones up close to the ceiling.  Joey felt good, he had a moderate understanding of how his Minding Device worked and operated.  Pressing a certain button and his entire class was blasted.  Stunned; put into a trance; lambasted and fucked.

	It was an emergency issue used when “in case of…” to stun the mind(s) in case of a harrowing situation so as the User/Operator could get away.  Then, on a sub-menu—Select Subject—Ready for Input.
	Anna Boyimagirl was the Selected Subject AND was Ready for Input.
	After getting the girl to his desk, which was angled at the far corner, Joey hesitated.  Looking over his quiet class—which was indeed strong evidence that their young impressionable minds were null and void, Joey held his breath as he slipped his hand up and under Anna’s dress.  The girl wore a nice-nice powder blue/lilac dress with lace trim; white knee socks, dress shoes.  She smelled of lavender!  Her hair of blond was curly super curly with lavender ribbons.  If you looked up PRETTY in the dictionary you would see a picture of Anna.
	The girl made no indication of being molested.  Joey’s hand made small circles about her ass, patted it, then gently and ever so carefully eased the undergarment down.  Down-down-down past her ass as a whole.  The girl didn’t bat an eye or gush or anything.  Joey fluttered his eyes then was a bit antsy and felt his cock stirring.  Letting out his breath he raised the girl’s dress.
	No reaction.
	His hands dutifully smoothed over Anna’s bare butt with the fingers eventually delving into the crack touching her dirt chute.  Anna merely stood still, breathing.  Joey freed his blasting cock taking Anna’s hand having her grip it.  At this point there was no Q&A available—leastways, Joey was unaware of having that useful program.
	After a satisfying sigh for no other reason than “just fucking because” he laid the girl down across his lap.  Seemed the thing to do.  Then, after a quick scan of his class and hiking the girl’s dress up he stole a long moment appreciating Anna’s ass.  And it was a nice-nice ass.  Perfectly shaped, white-white almost neon white, and clean.  She was ten years young, ten years into her 2nd month.  Most the students in his class were still nine with one who was still eight!
	A quick deliberate smack to Anna’s hinny and the girl jolted.  Her mind, though, was still locked electronically—so Joey smacked her again.  Then again while checking the class “one more time!”  No one jolted, reared their head back, or made any indication that they knew what was going on.
	Joey then began inserting a daring finger into Anna’s asshole.
	She was an anal virgin.
	Finger-finger-finger!  Joey’s cock pressed hard against the girl’s side; a glance at the clock above the door and time was short.  Another smack and the panties were slid further down her legs—and then off.  This allowed the girl to be placed sitting up on his lap.  Fondling and fingering with his cock excitedly happy to be pressed right up against the girl’s cunny.
	Then, after a hug, and ten minutes before the end-of-class bell—
	There wasn’t time—there just wasn’t time.  But anyways, Anna Boyimagirl, ten, was laid out on Joey Bugmeou’s desk and thoroughly eaten out.  Almost like a zombie noshing on brains, Joey noshed on Anna’s sweet delicate virgin cunny.  There was a slight hint of pee that only served to entice (and excite) him.  Happily (very happily) he licked his fill and took in every nuance of the virgin hairless pussy.  Then, standing up, he spanked the pussy with his seriously hard cock.
	Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Bell…
	A goodly amount of “mess” was ejaculated onto Anna’s muffin.  Joey would have likened to have done more—like fuck said Anna’s muffin.  Quickly, though, he smeared his spunk all over the pussy before wiping it off.  Her panties were put back in place and she was returned to her desk.  The minds of his students were unlocked and they were released back into the world of schooling.
	Joey didn’t have an office so he scooted to the faculty lounge and the bathroom therein.  He would have liked to have taken Anna’s panties with him—and Anna!  His mind whirled in a sea of chaos—just about every girl in his class (and some boys) he wanted to himself.  It was agonizing!
	The rest of the day was not the same—in his mind was firmly entrenched his cock spanking Anna’s pussy.  And it was two days before he felt comfortable enough to do it again.  This time it was Bonnie Coldinahat.  She was nine, tall, had some boobage, usually clad in a dress or skirt outfit, was from a good family who sometimes picked her up out front of the school in a limo!
	This time and Joey didn’t wait until half the class time had elapsed; as soon as the class got seated he zapped them.  And though he wanted Anna he selected the girl behind her, Bonnie.  Feeling lucky (and horny) no time was wasted and after assuring himself that his class were deeply in the throws of zombiefication (mindless) he got Bonnie to his side and her panties down.
	Bright yellow panties!
	A nice smooth hairless poon the girl had and with the bright yellow panties off her she was fondled, fingered, discovered, and deeply probed anally as well as vaginally then positioned on the desk laying down.  The dress pushed up out of the way ultra horny Joey licked out the girl’s cunny to his delight.  Slapping her pussy al la spanking her pussy the man was in his glory.  Spurts of cum spurted and he soon began gouging her young cunny blasting hot loads of spunk within.
	It was awesome, though; the half naked nine year old on his desk, twenty students in mindless mode, his cock spanking her pussy, his cum coating her pussy, his desires wildly escalating…
	Then Jenna Barksalott.

	Another ten year old; she had just recently had her birthday; she wore jeans most times, pants, sometimes skirts and dresses.  Jeans and a nice smart top were her favorite and she did not disappoint.  Bright turquoise undies she wore and Joey was well pleased.  He didn’t spank Bonnie but he took time to lay a hand to Jenna.
	He thoroughly enjoyed it and quickly turned the lily white ass to a nice shade of tomato red.  Fingering her asshole and he found it to be a little more “giving” than he thought it should be.  Tonguing out her pussy was da bomb!  It was super smooth, super delectable, not all that virginal.  Joey found extraordinary delight in laying his prick against her poon—then with a little prodding making some entry.  The entire head of his schlong totally like totally disappeared into her cunny!  It was amazing!
	And orgasmically fantastic.
	Another blast of cum spewed into the girl’s cunny and Joey found himself with half his shaft buried within.  The pressure was enormous!  The feelings surrounding his dick totally like totally blew his mind.  He pumped and pumped and felt the surge of his cock and knew that his boner was ejaculating wads and wads of love cream.
	Karl Hardflower.  A lovely handsome boy of nine; thick dark hair, sweet boyish face, deep blue eyes, B student.  There was little time but Joey just wanted to satisfy an “itch.”  At his desk he got the boy’s pants and then underpants down.  A quick smoothing of the boy’s ass with his hand then he was tugging on the boy’s penis!  After fondling the boy’s hairless nuggets he laid the boy down across his lap for a little spanking.
	Closing his eyes and it was just as good as smacking a girl’s ass.
	Time was getting on but Joey positioned the boy on the desk, opened his legs, then smacked his bare naked ball sac with his cock.  There wasn’t sufficient time to get the boy naked.  His pants and undies were at his ankles and so Joey had to hold the lad’s legs back to play with him.  More than anything and did Joey want to stuff his cock into the boy’s hole.  He was satisfied, though, with humping the boy’s balls, tugging on his little schlong, and blasting a hot load of spunk all over.
	Could it get any better?
	Yes—in the next chapter.