August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 2
And the Saga Continues
Disturbing Revelations Disturbingly Revealed II

Disturbingly disturbed
	Four different types of birds she could determine tweeted noisily in the woods.  The air was fresh, clean, clear, brought in via a roof mounted vent.  How long she had been left alone she didn’t know—her mind was very muchly fogged in; she was sick to her stomach and—AND she had to pee!
	The Strangler! after sodomizing both boys, then having them sodomize one another, exited the van shutting the door.  Darkness filled the van save for the small amount of light filtering in from that roof mounted vent.  The image of that horrible-horrible man fucking the boys wouldn’t leave Grace’s mind.  Doing twelve year old Adam was one thing, he was twelve and could possibly take a man-like dick better than seven year old Todd.
	The image of suckling the boys’ testicle sacs filled her mind, too.
	The image of licking out the girls’ cum soaked cunnies ravaged her mind along with watching The Strangler! spank the kids, the boys sucking one another, and the boys double teaming Doralee and then Chloe.  It was too much and somewhere along the line she just gave up and passed out.
		
*

	Those two crazy doctors were at it again, changing their business sign for their combined business-- psychiatrist and proctologist.  The sign now read:
Manic Depressives and Anal Retentives
(opened at each end daily!)

	For a small mountain town of less than five hundred peoples, Dim could understand why two professionals would open up such a business in the first place.  Oh well, he had his own business to deal with—and to do so quickly as the buzz was from a nearby area The Strangler! had struck again.  Five more victims were found strangled, one was a woman who was a prominent member of society; a lawyer, activist, nosey do-gooder, big mouth, staunch critic of perverts, and all around in your face opinionated bitch.

	She, along with four kids were found in a wooded area by a pond, naked, with serious signs of sexual abuse, spankings, and strangulations.  Two boys, Todd Bangbrick and Adam Uright were the boys; seven and twelve years old respectively.  Doralee Zaneyainti was a nice thirteen year old girl her well-to-do family had put up $25,000 dollars to find.  With her “finding” being dead the family put up $50,000 to find the culprit, The Strangler!
	Heart wrenching was finding the six year old Chloe Sumrock.
	By Dmitri’s account—Seth was up to 82 (strangulations!)

How now pow-wow
	Off to themselves, two preteen boys stood behind some large boulders, trees, and bushes, quietly pleasing one another after they had pissed on one of the boulders.  Nothing too serious, just mutual pleasuring the other.  One lad, twelve year old Justin Poxonu, had short dark hair, Korean heritage, and an uncut schlong.  He grinned as his friend, Tim Ballshairy, also twelve, masterfully masturbated him.
	Dmitri noted the boys and noted that if Seth Strangle noted them—they would be #’s 83 and 84!  Somehow, in Seth’s demented mind, those who parlayed in naughty business deserved to be strangled.  They did!  How he came to that conclusion Dmitri didn’t know—and it mattered not if the those who parlayed in naughty business were innocent victims or just casually experimenting.
	Not far away and there was the boys’ campsite, a boy scout camp.
	On the other side of the meadow—a girl scout camp.
	It was evening type time, not many bugs flirted about—too damn cold and high up in altitude for them.  Which was good ‘cause there were some naked bodies just itching to be bitten.  Thankfully, it was too damn cold and too high in altitude for them to do so.  ‘you know, I’ve noticed that I’ve begun repeating myself a lot lately.  Also, I’ve noticed that I’ve begun to repeat myself a lot lately.’
	Two boys, joined by two girls, were tucked away behind a large boulder smoking pot.  Two other boys made plans to sneak to the girls’ scout camp across the meadow.  A boy lay across the lap of a scout master with his pants and undies at his ankles sucking the dick of another scout who was standing up.  Two scouts played out of tune guitars—
	A boy lay across the lap of a scout master!  With his pants and undies at his ankles!  Sucking the dick of another scout!  WHAT!? WHAT!? WHAT!?  There was spanking involved, too!  The scout master was a balding man in his fifties, trim but needed more exercise and to lay off the biscuits & gravy.
	Dim knew that if Seth saw them—they would be statistic 83, 84, and 85.

	Any other time and Dim would have possibly involved himself.  He held off; he was tired from all his involvement so far!  As the festivities of the scouting camp continued—and the scout master had done his thing with the boys in his tent, in waltzed a naked Sara, Bonnie, Lauren, and Lana, Amy.  Naked.  The boys around the campfire singing and cracking bad jokes suddenly were stymied when the girls came—two boys fell off the log they were sitting.  One boy wet himself, another scrambled to the scout master’s tent, the other boys got wood.
	Scout Master Donald Eekwhatavan came stumbling out of his tent (zipping up) wide eyed, sweating, and eyes bulging at the five young girls coming into his camp—naked.  The girls were, of course, mindless and had no recollection of their ordeal.  There were ten scout boys, plus the scout master.  The youngest boy was ten, the oldest thirteen.  Ten of them.  Plus their leader.
	Dim contemplated.
	The scouts were all easily overwhelmable—in part ‘cause they were in stunned shock of the naked girls waltzing into their camp.  Had they not been so overwhelmed with “What the fuck!?” then overwhelming them electronically would not have been so easy.
	But as it was…
	Some of the boys had sisters, younger and older.  Some of the boys were messing with those sisters—older and younger.  Some of the boys had brothers—older and younger AND some of those boys were messing with same.  Thirteen year old Allen Beewipe had an older sister AND a younger sister; after catching the older sibling having sex with her boyfriend—Allen conned his way into his sister’s pants (euphemism for “pussy”) and enjoyed it immensely.  She was sixteen and his first fuck was his sister!  This happened recently—he was hooked.  Humping his hand was one thing, getting off in his sister’s cunt?  Wow!
	Aaron Coldfinger was twelve and had only a younger sister to contend with, she was eight and they were into mutual masturbation.  They pleased one another and only lately had she begun sucking him—this after getting his allowance.  Small price to pay ($10!) for a moment of lingering ecstasy.
	Ajay Dingledingle; the bright all-star twelve year old had older brothers and got “taken” in the ass often.  They were bully-like boys who took their frustrations out on his ass(hole.)  In turn, Ajay throw amazingly high velocity baseballs for his school team AND was waylaying young boys in his neighboring neighborhood—raping them, spanking them, making them suck his dick.
	Aiden Eveswing had just turned twelve and had a near constant erection every day.  He found the joy of hand humping and more joy in pressing his amazing erection against his thirteen year old sister’s ass.  She let him have his fun; she jerked him off and gouged his pud against her pussy but no penetrations.
	Not yet.
	Braydon Fuckmitoes was Chinese/Korean; built robots and was a whiz with anything electronical.  Sucked in English, History, and Biology.  He had a small bevy of older brothers and sisters as well as younger brothers (and sisters.)  Lots of naked bodies running amok the house all hours of the day and night; either naked or at the least in their undies.  
	Ceejay Gnashbud was just months into his eleventh year of life and was enjoying it to the fullest—he was already sexually active and had been since he was a mere eight years young!  The bright red haired fellow had been seduced by a horny teenage babysitter and he liked it!  Hell no he wasn’t going tell on her!  He realized a good thing.  Along with the babysitter there was an older cousin he had caught screwing her boyfriend and he, like Allen Beewipe, got his way with her to keep his mouth shut.
	Cody Hamlock was a nice eleven year old boy, Mexican-American.  Five older sisters, three younger brothers.  At eleven, Cody was “getting” some from two of the older sisters he was closest to.  Handjobs, rubbing against them, and anal.  No oral, no pussy.  Not yet.
	Daeshawn Iggypopper was ten, a happy go lucky kid with his family being the only blacks (African-American) on the block.  He got along with everyone who met him—he was just so friendly and cute!  Three older sisters, the youngest of which (thirteen) played with his penis.  Just with her hands so far.
	The other black boy in the group, Evan Jackup, was from a very nice well off family; he was shy, spoke softly and struggled to get merit badges due to his holding back and not overly friendly or outgoing enough.  An older brother was boning him and getting him to slobber on his cock, too.  He had been in the tent of the scout master being spanked while sucking the cock of Allen Beewipe.
	Freddy Klingwrap was ten, like Evan and Daeshawn.  Freddy was getting it on with his babysitter and in turn he was screwing his seven year old sister keeping her quiet with his allowance and candy.
	There, too; the two boys smoking weed—GregLimpsalittle and Harry Muckucker.  They were twelve and smoking some “good shit!”  Ion Noogieye and Jeorge Ohmigoditshuge were half way across the meadow on their “panty raid” excursion missing out on their own camp’s festivities.
	Behind the boulder were Kejuan Puckuckuc, Lucus Quantoebeater, Abbey Coldrock, and Beverly Donithere.  They were naked and deeply engaged in their shenanigans unaware of what was going on one hundred yards away.  Kejuan, African American, was thirteen and deep into the pussy of Beverly who was a year younger.  Lucas lay underneath the giggling Abbey who was thirteen while Lucas was not.  Dmitri let them be.  The night wore on and there was business at hand.

	Donald Eekwhatavan, fifty-three, had no children of his own but had married a woman who had three girls.  Dim would have pried into the man’s mind to uncover if there was some improprieties perhaps going on but the EMAD was a little taxed (stressed) and he didn’t want to chance it.
	Under Dim’s direction; Sara went to the master of the scouts and he embraced her, caressed her ass, looked her over, then stood unleashing his bestially cock.  It was seriously hard and seriously ready to explode.  Right into Sara’s mouth it went with the girl managing to take almost all of it.  Putting her fingers (all ten!) about his prong she worked the scout into a frenzy getting him to blow his load in just under two minutes.
	Sara, fairly well used to having cum washed into her mouth didn’t bat an eye.  She was approximately thirty percent “aware” of her surroundings and what was going on.  And at this point she was “conditioned” to go thru the motions to lessen the chance of punishment.
	The gathered young scouts stood in various stances of awe.
	Then Sara laid down across Mr. Eekwhatavan’s lap and was lightly spanked.
	Meanwhile, Bonnie knelt on her knees before the gathered awestruck scouts and Lauren with Amy joined her—shoulder to shoulder.  Allen, Aaron, Ajay stood mindlessly still for a moment then slowly peeled their clothes off to stand right before the naked girls and be sucked.  The remaining boys stripped off their clothes and came up encircling the girls pleasing themselves while awaiting their turn.  Hiding just out of camp light was Dmitri Tsugua with little seven year old Lana on his lap—still unspoiled!
	Allen creamed into Bonnie’s mouth; Aaron did likewise into Lauren’s mouth but Ajay failed to cum in Amy’s mouth after three allotted minutes of trying.  He humped her face and she suckled his balls; thereafter, the girl laid down, spread her legs, and received a generous amount of love cream three minutes later after the boy entered her there and fucked his heart out.
	Allen and Aaron followed suit screwing Bonnie and Lauren respectively.
	Then, it was back onto their knees for them to service Aiden, Braydon, and Ceejay.  All three of those boys managed to deliver.  They got their balls sucked and the girls got their face humped.  Then—the girls laid down (again) and were licked out—a first for the scout boys.  Scout Master Eekwhatavan had a hell of a view as he was poised on a tree stump right behind them watching their lily white asses dance in the firelight along with their swinging swaying balls.  He continued to caress/spank Sara and delight in doing so.
	The night went on—and on—and on.  Dim’s little lap partner fell asleep, he had a blanket wrap about her and as midnight came he felt the stirrings of sleep grab him.  Festivities in the camp continued on--

	Cody, Daeshawn, and Evan got their turns with Daeshawn giving Lauren a pleasing amount of cum.  Cody and Evan tried but no cum.  They happily, though, humped the girls’ faces then licked the girls out before fucking them.  There, Cody and Evan managed to cum.
	Freddy got sucked off on by Bonnie then sank his cum squirter into her pussy and fucked there happily for several minutes—just in time for when the two pot heads and two errant lovers wandered back into the camp.  Dim was nearly asleep—actually was; but two things awoke him.  The “WHAT THE FUCK!?” from Kejuan and Lucas and Lana peeing on him.
	Dim barely had the time (or electronic device energy) to zap the boys.  Afterwards, he got them up to the cum filled girls whereas Bonnie and Amy sucked them off.  Then they laid on their backs to get properly fucked.  Then it was serious nap time.  Dim’s energy level was sunk, he was cold, hungry, and wet.
	A little mind warping of the scouts and then Dim scurried back to his van, Lana with him.  A little cleanup then some snuggling.  The girl remained unfucked.  Not to say she wasn’t fingered, humped on, licked out, fingered some more but as far as a cock breaching her betwixt the legs?  No.
	Dim had planned on after letting lose the girls on the boy scouts to scoot across the meadow to let the boys Bryan and Corey loose on the girl scouts.  Didn’t happen.  He was too tired and required sleep.

*

The lark of the meadow
	Bright sunlight filled the van; his mouth was dry, a ringing persistent in his ears, and BOY did he have to pee!  Bryan and Corey were sitting outside the van, naked, with naked Lana.  They had made breakfast and were “just sitting” waiting for Dmitri to waken and arise.  Dim’s wiring work on the boys’ minds had apparently worked.
	Back at the boys camp and this was going on:
	Apparently, the young lads had learned all they needed about wilderness survival, identifying poison plants, identifying birds, bugs, snakes, deer, trees.  They knew how to swim, climb a tree, make a fire, make a shelter, be a team.  They had advanced to social interaction 101 thereafter.
	Blatantly, right out in the open—not even worried or concerned if the girls from across the meadow should come traipsing over for some reason Scout Master Donald E shoved his fuck stick into ten year old Lauren Gniking—all the while she sucked off on Braydon Fukmitoes’s cock.  Aiden and Ceejay double teamed Amy while Sara lay on top of Allen Beewipe.  His cock was ALL the way into the eleven year old’s pussy while Freddy Klingwrap sat by them spanking her.
	Dim was pleased and slipped back to the van where he rested the rest of the day; Lana stayed with him but eventually slipped off with Bryan and Corey.  They merely walked out to the meadow (naked) to watch the beavers and deer; woodpeckers and chipmunks; and fish in the meadow pond.  When they returned they rested and Dim awoke.
	Hours later, when it was once more dark, Dim slipped back to the camp of boys where pretty much the same was continuing—those poor girls!  Dim watched and let them be—his re-wiring work on their minds had worked (and worked well!)  What happened nextly would be up to them.  After returning to his van he moved his boys, Bryan and Corey, to invade the girl camp.
	
	Ms. Maggie Coolinspots was in charge of the girl scout group; she had scolded two girls caught sneaking back into camp the previous evening and was lecturing the others when two naked boys wandered into their encampment.  Ms. Maggie was stunned as were her girls—who all gawked, giggled, blushed, and didn’t realize there was something amiss with the bliss.
	The group being “stunned” allowed Dmitri Tsugua time enough to waylay the group and like the boy scouts across the meadow “rewired” their minds into a more acceptable manner of how to deal with the two naked boys.  And that only led to Dim thinking of how those boys (and their horny Master) might enjoy combining their new way of lifestyle with the girls.
	OH!
	The oldest girls were thirteen, the youngest were ten.
	Bryan stepped up to Ms. Maggie and was caressed, fondled, fingered.
	Then, one by one—Arnell Bigheart, Beth Coldeye, Caylee Didsumtingwong, Denise Eekitsamouse, Emily Freebone, Freida Gnawbone, Ginny Hightoes, Hanna Itsaturd, Ilene Jackpud, Jaylene Kantspell, AND Katey Whitespar stripped off their clothes.  Also, Abbey Coldrock, and Beverly Donithere—the two girls who were getting it on with Kejuan Puckuckuc, Lucus Quantoebeater behind the boulder the previous night.
	Once all were naked, Ms. Maggie stood and stripped off HER clothes.  She was in her mid 40s and not too bad looking—‘specially naked!  Dim was intrigued and as he held little Lana with him he got wood.  His cock steamed, it ached, he needed a vacation, but he wanted to fuck Ms. Maggie Coolinspots.  Then, of course, there were those just naked girls…
	Arnell Bigheart, thirteen, was the first to give Bryan a blowjob.  Not his first, and not Arnell’s first, either.  Tempting fate that the EMAD although overtaxed and then some, Dim’s curiosity prompted him to pry into the girl’s mind.  She was actively giving head to her little brother AND his friend.  The boys were ten years young; she had been caught doing same to her boyfriend.
	Arnell got a nice load of Bryan’s spunk and didn’t bat an eye or even retch.  She slurped like a pro (and swallowed!)  She nuzzled the boy’s balls then sat back mindlessly watching the next girl take her turn.  Caylee was the “next” girl ‘cause Beth was the girl servicing Corey.  Dim wasn’t able to pry into those girls’ minds, the EMAD began to falter at that moment so it was best not to chance it.
	One by one, the girls of the girl scout group sucked Bryan and Corey getting a little spunk matter “every other girl.”  When done, Ms. Maggie sucked the boys, each one.  She suckled the balls, caressed their ass then laid out on the piled clothing and got righteously laid.
	The girls watching were in awe.  They were at the 20% awareness level; they saw what was going on, they knew what was going on, but they were unable to do anything about it—but watch in awe.
	After Bryan got his nut he moved up to titty fuck the scout master; meanwhile, Corey took his turn dwelling in the woman’s pussy who was as old as his own mother!  Soon and Bryan was moved up more to get his winkie sucked on followed by his balls with his winkie pressed hard against her forehead.  Corey then moved up and shoved his throbbing hard fuck stick into Bryan’s asshole!

	The EMAD was too overworked to pry into the girls’ minds; a little here and there but not a lot of insight or time dwelling therein.  He did find that thirteen year old Beth Coldeye was being raped by her step-dad—all because he caught her and his son fucking.  ‘since you’re doing my son,’ he said, ‘you can do me!’ nice!
	Bryan went on to sink his pud into Arnell.  She was thirteen, tall, long-long brown hair, long limbs, a helpful girl, aspirations of becoming a veterinarian, and was a virgin.  A virgin!  Not anymore.  Bryan’s bone did well to breach her virgin membrane; there wasn’t a lot of blood to show for it so that was good.  The boy was out of cum but he put in a lot of effort.
	Afterwards, Dim had ten year old Katey Whitespar suck his dick while eleven year old Ilene Jackpud laid out on the ground fingering herself—pretty much all the girls assembled “fingered themselves” in some fashion or another.  Dim then sank his cock into Arnell and melted.  It was a good fuck.
	Bryan went on to fuck Caylee, a Chinese girl while Corey humped twelve year old Denise Eekitsamouose.  She was of mixed heritage; Hawaiian, Chinese, Alaskan, black, Mexican, all-around girl.  Dim took her after Corey finding in her mind many brothers and sisters.  Unfortunately, the EMAD let him down and was unable to unleash any narly (naughty) information.
	And on and on it went—no pussy was left unfucked.  And although Dim liked ‘em young, he was drawn to the girls’ leader, Maggie.  She was too old for his general criteria; a mom, in her 40s, etc.  It wasn’t beyond him to sink his bone into a “mom”; he had done so in the past.  But she seemed different somehow.
	Again, though, the EMAD was unable to provide any nifty info.
	Bummer.
	A rest break was needed; refreshments and just a general cooling off period.  There were as many as eight more girls to enjoy!  Dim felt a stirring to go home; his parents would be arriving soon; there was “work” to do; let the EMAD cool off as well as his dick and possibly check up on The Strangler!
	Of course, there too, was the BOY scouts yet to play their part.  It would be much better than a simple panty raid staged by Ion and Jeorge.  Much better.  Evening type time would come around before Dim—after taking Ginny and Hanna, watching Bryan bone Frieda and Emily, would slip back across the meadow and mind manipulate the boys there (and their illustrious leader).  The girls with the boys there would also accompany.  Sara and the girls with her had been well-well-well fucked.  Cornholed, spanked, face fucked, coated in cum, and double teamed as well as tripled!
	The boys were in for a treat as they came across the meadow.
	Can we say orgy?  Thought you could.  The combined boys and girls was incredible.  The EMAD had worked well enough to bring the two groups together, the “awareness” level varied but it would have to do.  Dim had enough energy to fuck a couple more girls; Beth and Katey.  He spanked one other girl and enjoyed the show of Master Eekwhatavan boning Maggie Coolinspots—as well as several of the other girls.  He was in sexual perverted heaven!  The boy scouts, too, were quite elated at the outrageousness of the orgy.
	Dim collected Lana and went on his way.

*

Happenstance is a warm strangulation
	Coursing its way around the City was a mediocre river; depending upon the snowfall in the nearby mountains, the river was either virtually overflowing its banks or practically dry.  Along those banks was a bike path; also serving as a running path and for those who like to walk.  It was a nature-like environment with trees, bushes, overgrown grass and weeds.  Some areas were spread out wide while others were choked with debris from City renovations legal and otherwise.
	Just at where there were a small stand of birch, a few yards off from the meandering paved path, a man sat on the remains of a cement park bench from some city improvement project recycled.  Accompanying the man were two children; the boy about ten and the girl a little younger.  They all were wearing appropriate protection wear as they were all rollerblading.  The Daddy was a little out of shape, pudgy “just a little”, dark hair with graying at the temples, earrings, a religious icon dangling on a necklace, and watching his children pee with—
	—a little more interest than he should.
	The boy, Zachary, didn’t turn away (from his sister nearby) and “whipped it out” to pee.  Zoey, the sister, pushed her pants and purple undies down—then stopped.  She slung her head, cocked her head, then fanned her hand before her face like swiping at a fly or something.  She was a cutey with wisps of her brown hair loosely hung about forehead sticking out from under her pink helmet.
	Then the little turned to her gawking Daddy—
	“Daddy, can I pee standing up?”
	The little girl’s daddy lost his breath; he gawked, bulged his eyes, stammered, “Uh-uh, well, uh, uhm, uhm, yeah—you can—but you-you have to—uh, t-take your pants off.” He blinked his eyes and then blinked them excessively when before his bewildered eyes she did just that.
	No one else was on the nature path.  Zep Doeseatoats, 40ish, looked around wildly looking at his little girl as she stood with her pants at her ankles.  Her brother, Zach, stared firstly at his sister, then to his dad.
	Slowly, as if she were confused, Zoey slowly stepped out of her pants then her shoes.  Then-THEN she lowered her panties, too!  Zach stared with mouth wide.  Zep was much the same, unable to breath, and in disbelief.
	‘do you and your sister “fool around”—go naked together, play touchy-feely, stuff like that?’
	Zach blinked his eyes and his little puddling suddenly got hard.  He nodded his head that it was but didn’t verbally confirm.  Zoey then spread her legs, faced her brother and Daddy and began to pee.
	‘ohhh, that’s nice.’  then, ‘like what you see, Dad?’
	Daddy Zep blinked his eyes and stared at his pissing daughter thinking thoughtfully.  
	The man was awed—and hard!
	‘stand up,’ the Voice in his head said, ‘take your pants (and underwear) down.’
	The man held firm for a moment, slung his head “What?”
	The Voice reiterated his command and Zep finally stood taking his clothes down—much to the awe of his young son.
	“DAD!” exclaimed Zach.
	‘calm yourself—take off YOUR clothes!’
	Zach required another boost from the electronic device invading his mind but he removed his rollerblading gear then his clothes to stand naked minutes later—much like his sister who had come up to her Daddy to begin working his hard penis—much like she did her brother when in their shared bedroom or in the bathroom.

	As the little girl began sucking her Daddy’s cock, her brother came up, naked, and rubbed his cock against his sister’s butt—just like he did in their bedroom and bathroom.
	‘if you could get away with it—’the Voice asked inquisitively, ‘would you FUCK your daughter?’
	Zeb blinked his eyes; sweat rolled down his neck and he seemed almost oblivious to the fact that his nine year old was sucking him.  His mind was blank and remained so for a couple of minutes, then—
	“Yeah,” he said allowed nodding his head, ‘if I could get away with it.’
	Later that evening at Zep, along with his children, Zach and Zoey were found by fishermen when one went off to the stand of birch trees to crap.  There he found the family, strangled!

*

When you sing to the fishes—
	There are some weird fetishes, fetishes that are weird, and then this kid who was just plain weird with his fetish.  It wasn’t dangerous but sided on the bizarre and humorously sick.  One day—
	Madolynn Airdime, equipped with a new video camera, wandered about the quaint home recording for the most part all the mementos, TV sets, stereo, and all things important enough to be recorded for insurance purposes when she heard a voice from the kitchen talking and then SINGING.
	The talking wasn’t unusual.  The SINGING was—a dopey goofy voice singing an old-old cartoon song a green frog from the 1930s sang.  Madolynn smiled—she WAS armed with a video camera!  Maybe she could send it in to that television show for home videos that are supposedly “funny” and win some money!
	Madolynn found her eleven year old son, Adam, “singing” to the night’s dinner—a fish!  It was a salmon purchased in the morning and was resting in cool water in the sink.  Adam had the captive audience and was singing to it—but then was manipulating the Oncorhynchus aguabonita (California Golden trout) enabling the fish to do the singing!  It was a form of odd ventriloquism.  Madolynn could hardly contain herself and was hard pressed to maintain stealth.
	Nothing could prepare her for what she her son doing nextly.
	Of course, that was in his bedroom—she had just turned fleeing the hallway to the kitchen before she burst out laughing giving herself away.  She just missed when young Adam took the fish out of the sink and fucked it.
	He what!?
	He put his exposed dick into the mouth of the dead salmon and fucked it.
	Wow.
	Wait!  There’s more!
	Adam’s Mom had missed her son’s advanced antics; there was too much kitchen junk in the way; piled plastic boxes, the roller island, the microwave stand w/microwave—or she would have seen her naughty son “getting a fishy blowjob.”  Later on, in his room—the boy was even MORE bizarre!
	“If you farted constantly for six years—you could make enough gas for a nuclear bomb!”  fun facts young Adam was providing for his collection of action figures and stuffed toy animals.
	Young Adam lay on his bed (pay attention here) with his pants and undies at his ankles talking to a gray koala bear stuffed animal toy.  He shook the animal side to side and made goofy sounds and noises before setting the medium sized toy on his boy parts.
	“A cockroach can live nine days without its head before it starves to death!” Adam continued; “The male praying mantis can fuck while its head is attached to himself.  The female gets sex by ripping the male’s head off!”  (“Honey, I’m home—what the…!!!”)
	“The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds!” (now, what the hell can be so tasty at the bottom of a pond!?”)
	Soon the joys of self pleasuring interrupted the banter of useless information.  Adam’s snooping Mom—equipped still with the video camera, captured the moment her son crossed the line of inter-species relationships (let alone real and not so) and began what appeared to be a step up from simple masturbation.  Zooming in (using that nifty feature on the camera) and Adam’s Mom saw her eleven year old son’s schlong sliding INTO the stuffed animal’s body.  A whole new meaning to “stuffing!”
	The boy was FUCKING the koala bear!
	There was a hole in the animal’s bottom—a well worn hole—and Adam Airdime was fucking it!  Madolynn was both awed and horrified.  She didn’t think the folks at the funny home video show would want to see or air the tape (well, maybe see it but definitely not air to the national public!)
	After a few plunges the boy turned over and began Missionary style raping his toy animal—plus adding in spanking himself.  Mom’s camera power zoomed in on her son’s swaying testicles; his cock, his cock going into the bear, and his self spanking.
	As the boy continued to rape the koala—
	‘would you like to play along?’
	Madolynn reared her head back and was stunned.  A little nervous she brought herself back out of view—but could still her hear horny son fucking the bear.
	‘would you like your son to fuck you?’ a more bold blatant and to-the-point approach.
	In no way—no fucking way—would Madolynn consider even a notion of engagement al la sexually with her son.  That notion was more than reprehensible.  It was ungodly, unsound, unwise, unnatural.  Whether or not there WERE any unnatural improprieties in Madolynn’s life The Strangler! didn’t find out.  He wasn’t that much of the prying type.  That was his counterpart, Dmitri Tsugua’s, doings.
	In the bedroom, Adam Airdime had fucked his toy koala bear giving a goodly amount of jiz into a hole right between the gray animal’s legs.  Adam went on to spank himself and deeply desire to fuck a real hole—pussy or whatever.  A hole was a hole.
	There were a few girls in Adam’s social he liked—a lot!  Girls he deeply fantasized about fucking.  There was also—a teacher!  The young boy had potential!  Seth paused in his thinking.  What to do—what to do!?  He paused and waited—Madolynn was still in the hallway where he had paused her.  She in no way would consider sexual inappropriateness with her son.  No way—no how.  Not without brain manipulation coercion of course.

	Have dick will fuck!
	I thought I wanted a career.  Turns out I just wanted paychecks.
	Whenever I fill out an application, in the part that says, “In case of emergency, notify”:  I put “DOCTOR”.
	Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head and a beer gut, and still think they are sexy.
	There’s a fine line between cuddling and holding someone down so they can’t get away.

	There’s “make yourself at home” and then there’s “make yourself a nuisance”.  There was a “Mr. Airdime”; he was an engineer and was on a big project out of state.  Expected home at the end of the month.  During that time, Seth “The Strangler!” made himself at home—his own home not that far away so he parked his ride in the alley and went home to check in with his Mother “now and then.”
	Meanwhile,
	Young Adam was a likeable kid; he got along with just about everyone.  He was an average kid, got some “A’s” now and then, mostly “B’s” with a few “C’s”.  He played baseball, sucked at basketball, don’t ask him to join you on volleyball, but did alright on the soccer field—and also handball (until that fateful day the ball came to smack his personal balls…)
	He was popular with the girls—but only to the point of being friendly.  There were social times to hang out and girls enjoyed his company as well as boys.  He got along with just about everyone—but of course, there were bullies who sought to upset that and they went out of their way to spoil “a good thing.”
	Usually, Adam managed to duck out of their way and avoid them—
	Randy “Truck” Muckucker, Davy Fister, and Humphrey “Hog” Zitbrain.
	Randy was twelve, a year older than most of his classmates, so was Hog.  Davy was eleven like most of his classmates but unlike Randy and Hog, he was in the right class with his classmates.  Randy “Truck” Muckucker and Hog were supposed to be in the 6th grade but didn’t make the cut…
	Most times—Adam managed to avoid the bully trio.  Most times.
	One day—
	“Hey, dick breath!” shouted Truck in the English hallway just before lunch hour.  Adam ignored the boy who stood a head taller and outweighed him by several pounds.  Truck was not fat but close counts.  He was big, red hair, freckled all over, short cropped flaming red hair, and a whole lot of pissed offedness surging thru his muscles, bones, veins, and soul.
	Adam, still bent on avoiding and ignoring the lead bully, turned to go to the lunch room when Fister suddenly blocked his move.
	“Going somewhere, shit-for-brains?”
	A small crowd had gathered—with more assembling.
	Adam gulped.  This was not going to be good.
	Hog—who WAS fat, blocked Adam’s other exit attempt.
	“I don’t think so, turd.” he said.  Hog was between “fat” and “just large” for his size.  He was twelve, six months in, same height as Truck, built well, not a “runner” but a jogger—if that jog was less than twenty feet and involved a donut at the end as a prize.
	“Going somewhere, shit head?” mouthed off Truck.
	Adam didn’t say anything AND didn’t look at the bully leader, either.
	Truck suddenly pushed/shoved Adam who was much smaller.  Adam smacked into the locker wall (and it hurt.)
	“HEY!” shouted Truck, “I’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you!”
	Adam continued to ignore the boy and gain his wrath.
	Truck pushed him again; Adam rolled trying to escape but Fister was still blocking and pushed him the other way—of which Hog was still blocking that way, too.
	“You’ve been ignoring me!” Truck said seethingly.
	Adam pursed his lips—maybe if he’d go limp the impact from Truck’s fist wouldn’t be so bad.
	Then, like in slow motion, 
	Truck’s massive fist the size of two fists came pummeling dead center for Adam’s head.  Then, ‘DUCK!’ and like someone with their hands on Adam’s shoulders pushing him down Adam “ducked” and squatted just as Truck’s fist came screaming in with a great force and a lot of might smacking the metal door of the wall locker.
	The impact made a dent—and very muchly put a hurt on Truck’s knuckles.  The force was incredible and there were ripples of skin and muscle up the boy’s arm.
	“OW!” screamed out the boy pulling back and nursing his injured hand.
	“You son-of-a-bitch!” yelled Truck, “You’re fuckin’ dead!” and he let lose the other hand—being ambidextrous enough to do so.
	‘UPPERCUT!’ came the message into Adam’s mind.
	Adam, though, was not a fighter—he was a koala lover!
	A “force” (hidden) suddenly took over taking over Adam’s body—specifically his right hand and power thrusted it UP into Truck’s jaw.  The boy was stunned—so was Truck!  So was the gathered throng.  Truck stumbled back but shook off the feeble attempt.  His eyes bulged and pure hate and anger seethed vehemently from his face.  He charged like a bull—er, a truck.
	‘SPIN AROUND!’
	Adam “spun around” and shot out his leg smacking the charging Truck square in the fattish gut knocking the boy backwards into the crowd knocking some air out of the boy, too.
	“HOLY SHIT!!” squeaked Fister.
	Truck, trying to keep his bully dignity yelled “WHAT THE FUCK YOU WAITING FOR!?” he called to his flunkies, “TEAR HIM APART!”
	Hog sloughed forward making some very strange grumbling sound (like a hog) while Fister charged with fists flying.
	‘time to bite the rabbit!’ which Adam didn’t understand but then there was a lot the young boy didn’t understand (and it was all still in slow motion for him, too!)
	As the two bully lackies made their play, Adam ducked, turned, and “swept” his feet under the encroaching boys knocking Fister off his feet and stumbling Hog.  Truck was in disbelief—as was the crowd who began to cheer.  Truck jumped up and charged—Adam braced—Mr. Robert Ugwhataname grabbed Truck by the nape of neck disrupting his charge and ending the fight.

	“You were amazing!” exclaimed with glee Stephanie Gototherear.  She, along with several other girls and some guys were all in a tizzy about Adam’s “fight” with Truck and his flunkies.  Truck—and his flunkies—had been immediately expelled from the school.
	They, of course, vowed the extinction of Adam Airdime, but he wasn’t worried—there was no time to worry.  At the pizzeria he was hailed as the new king of West Lake Middle School.  He was getting High Fives and accolades from boys he didn’t even know—some from other grades, too!  All Adam could say was “Well, somebody had to do something!”
	He got free pizza, soda, popcorn, and game tokens for the arcade.
	There was also a kiss from a couple of girls, including Stephanie Gototherear who after the party had died down asked Adam if he would escort her home.  Adam didn’t need help there.  Part way along their way and Stephanie put her hand in Adam’s!  A strange (but familiar) feeling swam loose in Adam’s core giving him a terrific hard-on.  The boy literally began to float!
	Stephanie Gototherear was a pretty girl with long golden brown hair, beautiful blue eyes and perfumed with sweet roses!  She was a nice girl, Adam had homeroom with her and she was pretty smart—answered a lot of questions correctly, spoke well and distinctly and had a beautiful laugh.
	Most times the girl wore jeans but occasionally for no reason at she wore a dress or skirt outfit.  Today, she wore a skirt outfit of which the “skirt” part went to just an inch or so above the knee.  It was blue-green in color and hugged her hips nicely.  Another girl Adam liked (a lot!) who had been at the pizza party wore a dress that was mid-thigh.  She was almost twelve and had a nice supporting chest.  Adam—more than anything—wanted to see THAT girl naked!
	It was summertime in the West and being so (in the West and Summer) the sun was still way high in the sky at 7PM of which when Adam escorted Stephanie home.  Once home he met the girl’s parents—of which he had done so on many other occasions; school functions and the like.  
	After general chit-chat (and avoiding the part about the Adam/Truck fight) the parents left the kids alone and Stephanie showed her beau her room—door open.  The room was up on the second floor—the parents in the living room downstairs.
	Once in her room that was color schemed “blue” rather than pink—
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Stephanie paused in her showing of her room—there was a fish tank on her desk, a nice full sized bed, pictures of rock stars and movie star hunks on the wall, a violin and music stand, and a neat/tidy room overall.
	“I’m going to change clothes.” the girl announced.
	Adam shrugged, “Ok.” he started to back out when—
	“You don’t have to leave.”

	This caught young Adam by surprise and off his guard.  He stared and his ever present hard-on got harder—even more so when Stephanie unhitched her garment and pulled off the top part then shucked the bottom part to stand readily in her panties and bra.
	‘lay out on your bed.’
	Stephanie went to her bed with the eyes of her stunned guest following her.
	There were two brothers and a younger sister in the Gototherear home; none of which were home currently.  Stephanie positioned herself on her bed, laying down width wise opening her legs “just so.”  Her bra she had ditched before getting onto the great bed, her panties remained.  They were powder blue and very nice.  Adam had only seen panties at the department store and was totally-totally like totally captivated.
	Adam couldn’t breathe.
	Seth-the-unseen was about to help the boy enjoy fucking something more than his koala when—
	Up the stairs came the mommy and the little sister who was covered in mud.
	Quickly and did Stephanie fly back into her clothes.  The mother and muddied child didn’t even stop to look into the open bedroom but marched to the hall bathroom.  The kids then made for the kitchen (downstairs) with Stephanie offering up a soda and Adam calling his Mom to let her know where he was.
	After the soda and some chips and the sun slowly began to loosen its grip on the scene, the kids went out to the backyard and just beyond the pool to behind the garden shed.  There, sitting cross-legged, Stephanie once more exalted Adam on his amazing fighting abilities.
	“You were amazing!” she quipped (again.)
	Adam blushed (gouging the heel of his hand to his AMAZING hard-on.)
	In his mind—the girl was fully poised there as she had laid out on her bed just in her panties.  JUST IN HER PANTIES!  Although the temperature was moderate—Adam began to sweat.
	Suddenly, checking around the corner of the shed, Stephanie pulled off her skirt outfit again; bra, also.   Adam gawked, couldn’t breathe, and got harder.
	‘stand up, stupid!’ the Voice said.
	Adam stood, blinked his eyes excessively, harder than ever.
	‘take his pants down.’
	Stephanie didn’t even pause—her mind was easy to control.  She undone Adam’s typical jeans and pulled them down.  Then she tugged his underwear down and there it was—a nice handsome typical boyish cock.  She had, of course, seen her two brothers naked; brother Charles was thirteen and brother Christopher was fifteen.  Nothing (sexually) with Chris but with Charles—Touchy-Feely.  No penetration—front or rear.  They mutually fondled one another and that was all.
	Stephanie HAD heard of “blowjobs”, “handjobs”, touchy-feely, anal, and of course was well schooled in the art of fucking.  She had seen dogs fuck, elephants and horses.  Advanced techniques—no.  What really entailed in “blowjobs” she was a little vague on.  And as far as “anal” she got the picture that it meant “up the ass” but she couldn’t fathom how a guy’s cock could go there.
	‘suck it.’
	Stephanie did pause with the Seth-mind link command via electric coercion but then took the boy’s member, worked it (like she did with Charles’ dick) then put her perfect lips to the fully engorged member and eventually sucked it.
	Adam had no idea that a simple blowjob could feel so good.  No idea.
	It beat fucking his koala all to hell!
	Nothing spurted from his cock—not yet.  The girl sucked and sucked and finally ‘take you panties off!’
	Stephanie leaned back on the well manicured grass slipping off her panties.
	There were tulips and other assorted colorful garden flowering plants; roses of various colors, garden gnomes, bushes, shrubs, and two naked eleven year old children.  Adam lay atop Stephanie with his cock fully inserted into the girl’s quim.  He fucked the girl and the act blew his mind.  Stephanie wrestled with uncomfortableness and some odd feelings of this and that wavering between “OK, that feels good” and “OW—get that thing out of me!”
	Seth, though, masterfully manipulated the girl’s tortured mind giving unto her acceptance.  She placed her hands onto her beau’s ass and did away with the discomforting feeling.  She didn’t reel in the fuck but it was ok just the same.  She required more fucking.  Much more.
	Adam was up to the task.
	After fucking several intense minutes (and cumming) he pulled out and marveled at the deed.  All the nerve endings situated at the tip of his dick and along his shaft were electrified.  He neverminded the blood coating his schlong—
	‘use her panties, clean off your dick.’
	Adam did so then swiped Stephanie’s pussy before once more sinking his pud into her for Round Two.  By then, of course, Seth Strangle was getting interested, too.  Adam came a second time; he sat back reeling with his mind abuzz while Seth eased himself into the girl inserting more narly notions of the incestuous kind.

Money can’t buy happiness, but it sure makes misery easier to live with
	While receiving a very nice blowjob from Stephanie—Adam fucked the girl from behind.  A parental unit came out to the back porch deck and called for the girl once more being interruptive.  There was no stopping a blowjob in progress OR a fantastic ass fucking.
	Seth went on to fill fully Steph’s mouth while Adam filled the girl’s asshole with his jiz.  Thereafter, Seth sent the boy home sending him up and over the backyard fence into the alley.  Seth then dressed and got the girl dressed—he had played his game differently than previously.  He even hugged the girl giving her emotion he generally did not do.  It wasn’t something he did.  Emotion, being friendly, non-strangling—those were Dmitri’s qualities.
	But then again, Dmitri seemed to have grown on him or passed some of those alternate qualities of civility onto him.  He liked hugging; of course, feeling the naked girl up, fingering her well fucked pussy, spanking her, squeezing her, all those things cumulated into a “good/happy” feeling.  Nothing wrong with that.
	Then,
	Older brother Christopher came out calling for his wayward “missing” in action sister saying “Better get you’re butt in her!” It was late, after eight o’clock; it was still light, though—West Coast daylight type time; Summer hours.  Stephanie was still naked.  Getting her dressed was a little clumsy and she fell—right out into view with her skirt outfit in disarray.
	“What the—!?” blurted her startled brother.  Slowly he moved in; Seth made himself scarce as only an EMAD could do and fifteen year old Christopher found his sister in an odd position—with no panties!  Sitting on her butt, skirt up revealing herself, hair all messed up, Chris was in awe.
	‘if you could get away with it—’queried Seth using Dmitri’s minding technique, ‘would you fuck your sister?’ inquiring mind wanted to know.
	Christopher was taken aback, he looked around, “What?” he asked the air.
	Stephanie slung her head, seemed on the verge of being sick, then paused for over a minute before sliding her outfit off again, then sitting back down on her butt, arms back to support herself, and opened her legs.  Brother Chris stood with mouth open, eyes bulging, and a bulge in his pants.
	‘if your sister said you could fuck her—would you?’
	Blinking his eyes the brother firstly shook his head “No fucking way!”
	The family Gototherear was Christian, they attended church but weren’t fanatics about it.  They had good family morals, good family fun, but there was no sexual inappropriateness amongst them—well, save for the little bit of naughtiness between Stephanie and Charles.
	‘take your dick out!’
	Christopher whirled around, “WHAT!?” he looked wildly for whoever had spoken.  Dim was much better at the mind linking stuff than was Seth.  He had other ways of dinking with a mind—just simple overwhelming it to the point of dimming its lights so as it would disregard his presence.
	Seth vamped up his electronic mind altering device and went back to his old tactics—which much more success.
	Christopher stood with his pants and underwear down at his ankles and his naked sister slurping on his cock.  Girlfriend Hanna Marketurd had given him a blowjob, then he got one from her twelve year old sister (without Hanna knowing!)  He had yet, though, gotten to fuck the girl—either of them.  No gay sex but he DID now and then have a “cockfight” with his brother!
	After the blowjob—and squirting an impressive amount of jix in and onto her face, Chris “went down” on his sibling eating out her pussy.  He HAD licked out Hanna and her sister, lots of fingering, but no penetration.  Seth was mused cause there was still a bit of cum from Adam and himself there on the girl’s cunt.
	Chris lapped up his sister’s cunt and was just a minute into her when another intrusion came—both parental units had come out calling for both their missing children.  Seth was too far away to do anything to them—and Chris’ legs were sticking out giving away what was going on.
	Oops.
	Turns out, though:  Daddy Gary had sunk his bone into not one but TWO babysitters!  One girl had been a ripe thirteen year old while the other had been a year older.  Both were incredible girls and along with payment he gave them a bonus!  The details were sketchy and he had only did them once and the last girl, the thirteen year old, had been over a year.
	Mommy Annette had spread her legs for her husband’s best friend.  Her only indiscretion.  The last time was some five years ago—prior to that, though, they were hooking up once to twice (sometimes three times) a month!
	Daddy Gary had some narly thoughts of boning his daughter—he even thought of doing so while putting it to his wife.  He wasn’t too serious and thought the thoughts he thought were normal.
	Mommy Annette kinda sorta wanted to kinda sorta feel her son Chris’ cock slamming her cunt.  She thought those thoughts when her husband (who whispered Stephanie’s name now and then) fucked her.
	Nice wholesome Christian family!

	Like Dmitri, Seth didn’t quibble over pussy—young or adult.  There were preferences, likes, dislikes, obsessions—but no quibbling.  Pussy was pussy!  Manipulating Gary and Annette took a little while, longer than he liked—something nagged Seth in the back of his mind and he wanted to hustle along to find Adam.
	Like Dmitri, Seth instructed Gary and Annette that it was “ok” for their children to fuck.  It was also ok for themselves to engage sexually with their children.  Seth took his turn with the Mom, Annette, then boogied on to catch up with Adam.  He’d check back with the Gototherear family later…

*

Life is sexually transmitted
	“Well, well, well, looky fellas—it’s a walking turd!”
	“Nah, it’s THE walking turd!”
	Adam knew that voice—voices, Truck and Hog.  Hog had blurted first followed by Truck who came out from the shadows of an alleyway dumpster.  Davy and then as many as four other blokes stepped out to fill the alley—and any possible dash for safety.
	Adam clenched his fists—but he didn’t know that at the moment he was alone—really-really alone.
	“You got me expelled!” bitched Truck.
	Adam held his breath—this was gonna hurt.
	“I’m gonna pound you good!”
	Adam made his stance—he wasn’t a fighter—he was a lover!
	One of the “extra” flunkies reached out and grabbed Adam’s arm pinning them behind him; Truck rushed in to pummel the little squirt of a boy but on his own—Adam rolled up remembering some karate movie moves kicking Truck in the chest sending the brusque boy backwards into his friends.
	The boys laughed and this only, of course, pissed Truck off more and he charged.  Adam braced for the impact of which also sent the boy flunky who was holding backwards.  Adam rolled and ouched when the heel of his hand was embedded with tiny sharp alley road pebbles.
	Truck kicked him in the side sending him onto the grass where there were stickers and broken glass.  Adam held his side grimacing in extreme pain. Truck  grabbed a holt of Adam’s head bringing him up in one hand saying, “Going to make you my bitch, turd!”
	Adam had other ideas and somehow amazingly kicked Truck’s balls.
	Hog and Davy rushed in grabbing Adam throwing him up against the fence; which broke.  Davy grabbed up a broken beer bottle and was intent on bashing Adam’s head in.  Hog grabbed Adam’s foot dragging him out to the alley while Truck spurted words incomprehensible while holding his balls.
	Adam lashed out at Hog but Hog had a good grip.
	“I’m going to fuck you, turd!” spurted Truck standing up.  He unzipped and hauled out an impressive cock for a twelve year old.  “You’re gonna suck me, too!
	“Fucking faggot!” yelled Adam.
	Davy brought the beer bottle down—

	But then suddenly—the bottle shot backwards smacking Davy in the face breaking and bloodying his nose.  Then quick as a wink he was “swept” and his feet went out from under him sending him to the ground where his elbows hit the hard unforgiving alley road.
	In Adam’s hand was a piece of broken wooden fencing—he swung it with all his might smacking Hog upside the head sending him into the approaching Truck.  They both went down with Truck screaming “GET THE FUCK OFF ME!”
	Adam shot up and began to dance like a famous karate movie star.
	‘don’t get cocky!’ said a Voice.
	Adam looked around—“What?” he asked aloud.
	Hog rolled off sling his head (and bleeding).  Truck charged.
	‘DUCK!’
	Adam “ducked” and feigned right just out of the charging bully.
	Truck barreled into the wood fence taking down about half of it.
	Adam spun, hopped on one foot, and lashed out at one of the other flunkies sending him backwards smashing into some of the others.
	“TEAR HIM APART!” yelled Truck.
	‘hold your ground!’ yelled back the Voice (to Adam).
	Some boys came with fists doubled; Davy came up with a bottle, Hog was charging, Truck was seething.  All this fuss over one little koala bear-fish fucking eleven year old?
	‘you got one chance,’ the Voice said, ‘make it a good one.’
	Hefting a good piece of fence wood, Adam (with the Voice/Seth’s help) swung with all his might to Truck’s face.  He was the leader, and as cultures goes, take down the leader and the followers will be lost.  So the story goes.
	The hit was a good one sending Truck spinning sideways before he spun to the ground—twitching.  Davy made a swing with all his might with the bottle—Adam narrowly missed being struck—his shoulder took the brunt but it wasn’t bad.  The flunky lacky boys all stood back gawking at Truck as he lay twitching on the ground.
	“Holy shit, dude!” Hog said shaking the cobwebs from his own head.
	‘it aint over, kid, finish it!’
	And like a wild man on fire, Adam Airdime smacked Truck upside the head again—and again—and again.  The boys gathered backed up.  Truck wasn’t twitching anymore.  Anymore.

	A little after nine o’clock; Adam slipped into his house and to his room whereupon he stripped off his clothes then slipped into the bathroom.  He was bruised and cut all over, bleeding a bit, too.  As soon as the shower came on his Mom was at the door.
	“Where have you been?  Have you been home all this time? I’ve been calling and calling for you?”
	Seth, annoyed, shut her up and sent her back to her room with the message, ‘take off your clothes’ – ‘and wait for me.’
	Adam was pretty beat up—but not as bad as Truck Muckucker.
	“Anybody else?” Adam said as he stood up from the body of the bully (former).
	“Shit, dude!” Davy said backing up.
	Four of the lacky flunky boys scattered.
	Hog stumbled up breathing hard—he kicked Truck, “Dude!” he said.
	Adam stood his ground hefting the thin 2x2 board that was strong enough to bash the head in (literally) of the Muckucker boy.
	‘tell them to take off their clothes.’
	“What!?” stammered a shocked but still breathing hard Adam.
	‘tell them to take off their fucking clothes or you’ll bash their fucking brains in!’
	“Take off your fucking clothes!” Adam said.  The numerous hurts and owies began to make themselves known.  He wanted to go home—badly.
	“FUCK YOU, turd!”
	Adam brought up the board and smacked Davy suddenly taking him by surprise.	
	“Why do you want us to take our clothes off?” Hog asked.
	“’Cause I fucking said so!” and he managed to smack Hog’s belly before whirling and striking Davy’s arm.
	The boys removed their clothes.
	“Ok, fat boy—RUN!”
	Hog stood still not understanding what was going on but he turned and ran out of the alley, across the darkened street and into the next alley.  Davy looked ready to bolt.
	“Suck my dick!” Adam said flatly.
	“You’re out of your fuckin’ mind!”
	Adam bashed the boy “upside the head” then kicked him HARD in the balls.
	Davy Fister sucked Adam’s cock.  Then,
	While laying across Truck’s body got thoroughly fucked in the ass.
	‘go home.’ The Voice said to Adam.
	Adam fled and the Voice/Seth sodomized Davy before having the youth heft Truck’s dead body into the dumpster.  Then, as Seth fucked Davy again—he drew his sash cord about the boy’s throat.  After the deed was done he was tossed into the dumpster just as a car came down the alleyway—flashing some red and blue lights along with a powerful spot light…
I used to be indecisive.  Now I'm not sure
	While Adam bathed, Seth took time with his Mom.  Madolynn had followed Seth’s command and was naked on her bed.  Seth did very muchly like young girls, and boys—but a woman—well!  A woman had a knowledgeable pussy that was usually readily accepting to getting dicked.  Seth dicked her, enjoyed dicking her, and fell into a dicking stupor.
	Titty sucking came nextly and he was just cumming off when he heard the hallway bathroom shower cut off.  He continued loving Madolynn until he was well spent.  Brushing his fingers thru her thick super curly dark hair he couldn’t help realize how much she resembled a Hollywood movie star—one who was very tall and had made one fantastic science fiction movie that made her a virtual star.
	Afterwards,
	A shower.  A mild shower of cold and hot then hot and cold.  He slumped into the corner with the water of moderate temperature spraying down on him.  What his thoughts were were those of his own.  Remorse?  Confusion?  Or maybe nothing at all.  He almost went to sleep!  When the water began to change to that of more cold he finished up, dried off, and continued his “special” antics.
	Mother and Son were brought together with Son, Adam, fucking his Mother.  Seth spanked the boy and seemed “mindless” in his own right.  There was conflict in Seth Strangle; he liked the boy.  The boy had potential—there were goals that Seth wouldn’t mind seeing him complete; the screwing of a couple of other girls on his list in his social, a teacher, his girlfriend, her sisters, possibly her mother.
	He sighed and took his place (penetrating the boy.)
	There was joy and odd pleasure watching the youngster fuck his Mother.  Seth waited until after the lad had cum before having his way with him and drawing the sash cord about his throat.  On his own he had been something of a fighter but he would have certainly gotten a pummeling from Truck and his buddies.
	After Adam ceased breathing, Seth rolled the boy over and off his mindless Mother and once more boned her to his satisfaction.  Then cinched the white sash cord about her throat, too.
	This only, of course, baffled the police most how.  Hog reported to the police—after they ran him down running butt naked down a city street—that Adam had killed Truck.  Police found Truck (and Davy) in the dumpster and were baffled when they later found the young boy strangled laying on top of his Mother—also strangled.
	The police, too, were at their wits end with the number of strangulations—a whole family, Gototherear, had been found slain (strangled); all were naked and evidence of sexual impropriety rampant.  But of course, investigators assumed that “whoever” was using an EMAD to waylay families, have their way, then strangle.
	It was also assumed that maybe there was copycat strangler.  This only made Seth snicker.  He put his sash cord away for a couple of weeks—just to see if there WAS a copycat strangler lurking about the city.  There wasn’t and Seth resumed his prowling.

*

They sent my census form back!
Those buggers from the government sent my census form back saying that it was unacceptable.  In answer to the question, “Do you have any dependents?” I put  “Asylum seekers, illegal immigrants, crack heads, unemployable bastards, the cast of The Jerry Springer Show, umpteen thousands of people in our penal establishments, leftovers from war torn countries, half of fricking Mexico and Haiti, some of Parliament, some Yanks their Muslim President.”
Apparently this wasn't an acceptable answer.

	While on routine patrol early one morning on the outskirts of the City, Deputy Sheriff A.A. Backwater came upon a horrific scene.  He had been on horrible accidents, car vs. train, car vs. pedestrian, truck vs. pedestrian, car, train.  He had seen blood baths, gang shootings and stabbings.
	That morning on Rural Route 7 he saw something that would stick with him forever.  Hanging from a standard wooden telephone pole about six feet up from the ground was a woman—naked.  She had been shaven—head and pussy.  Hands were super glued to her butt—which had been branded as had been the bottoms of her feet.  A metal rod (that at one point had been searing red hot) was jammed twelve inches into her asshole.
	The most striking thing, though, was; there was a plastic bag—like the ones pet stores use for transporting goldfish, tied to her head AND it was filled with water.  The woman had no nipples and clit.  She had drowned as she had been hung upside down in a bag filled with water.  Torture had taken a new level.
	She was also “famous.”  Just recently the woman had been found Not Guilty of killing her toddler daughter.  The Prosecution had failed miserably to convince the jury that the deed had been perpetrated by Kali, the mother.  The Defense was able to cast Doubt and that was enough to throw a wrench in the prosecution and the jury couldn’t convict.
	She had served less time in jail (awaiting trial) than her daughter had lived.
	The country had been in outrage.
	Kali had gotten away with murder—and everyone knew it.  Her life was in danger and as soon as she was set free she was whisked away by her slick team of lawyers who only kept her secret for a short time—then the bitch was on her own.
	Her parents didn’t want her—no one wanted her.  No one wanted to be around her—snipers!  She managed to duck public eye and ire for awhile.  Then she started making television talk show appearances; a book deal was in the works, a live commercial was to be made claiming her side.  All along she had claimed that her child had “drowned” in her parents’ swimming pool.
	There was also the claim that she had been molested by her parents and brother and after her daughter’s drowning there was a cover up.  Meanwhile, Kali “lived it up” partying all the while the nation “searched” for the missing child who had not been reported “missing” for over a month!
	Someone had enacted revenge.
	Someone.
	Was that “someone” The Strangler!?  Dim wondered; it wasn’t his style, not his MO.  But then again—it wasn’t let out about the “just desserts” murder-revenge for weeks; then, a small tidbit of info was let out—either by mistake or on purpose for some law enforcement reason.  Along with being mutilated, branded, shaven, sodomized with a foreign object, and drowned—there were also found ligature markings about her throat.
	Ligature markings about her throat!
	Well, that WAS Seth Strangle’s MO.  Very much so.

*

The last thing I want to do is hurt you.  But it’s still on my list.
	Fag times at Fagmount High
	Victor Bigsnottingjam was an alright kid; a little quirky, kinda weird, but likeable.  Well, most kids liked him.  Some refused—some were won over by his remarkable personality.  But there were some who refused.  It wasn’t ‘cause Victor was annoying, ‘cause he had a lot of friends, was likable and friendly.  Those who refused to be friends with him did so ‘cause Victor Bigsnottingjam was a flaming homo.  Flaming.  Homo.  Queer, faggot, pole jockey, bung hole bandit, and the list goes on to describe him.  He was a big turn-off for most boys (and some girls.)
	But Victor tried—he tried to be friendly but mostly excelled in showing off (his feminine side) and pissing off those who shunned him.  At length he got the ire of straight bully Lance Igotyounow.  There was a shove here and there and a warning “KEEP AWAY FROM ME, FAGGOT!”
	Victor was undeterred and continued to flaunt himself, wearing girl clothes, make-up, and acting as “gay” as possible.  Why he went to so much trouble wasn’t known.  One day, he was in the underpass—a passageway that went under a four lane highway from the school.  There he met Lance who was out to pummel Victor into nothingness.
	Victor, however, had other plans.
	“Lemme suck your dick—before you pummel me.” Victor said.
	This only pissed off Lance all the more.  The boy virtually exploded.
	Victor, though, “Hey, it’s just us, no one’s around.”
	“I aint a faggot!”
	“You don’t have to be just to get your dick sucked!” Victor said.
	Lance held back; he looked over his shoulder and down the dark-dank passageway that was dimly lit.  The “pause” told Victor that Lance was thinking.
	And Lance thought—and thought—and thought.  Then, on a spur of the moment just unzipped and whipped out his dick.  It wasn’t hard.  Victor smiled and dropped to his knees, addressed the average fourteen year old schlong, then put his fingers to it stroking it, pulling the skin tight before putting his lips to it.
	Lance was a virgin.  He really had only recently began to jerk off.  He was a little taller than Victor, a little heftier, and not gay.  But getting his dick sucked DID feel good.  Victor was good—amazingly good for a fourteen year old (and he looked twelve!)  He sucked off Lance’s cock—and Lance not even aware that he had cum!  All he knew was that afterwards—that was the greatest feeling he had ever had!
	“It feels even better in a hole.”
	“A hole?”
	“Exactly!”
	Lance didn’t get it.  Victor giggled and turned about patting his butt saying, 
          “You wanna do me?”
	To wit Lance backed up proclaiming loudly “I aint no faggot!”
	“No one says you are—it’s just sex.”
	“But you’re a dude—I aint porking no dude!”
	“It’s a hole, an A-HOLE; it’ll feel ten times better doing it there than getting sucked.”
	Lance shook his head—no way—no how.
	Days later, though—
	Behind the backstop at school under the bleachers, Victor sat on his knees with his pants and underwear at his ankles—bent over to his hands with his ass “at the ready.”  A nervous Lance looked around before pressing his freshly sucked cock up against Victor’s ass.  He had always thought he would be doing it to a girl.  But like the boy said—“a hole’s a hole!”
	Lance begged to differ but penetrated Victor’s shit tube and sodomized him greatly.  And surprisingly, Lance got just as much “good feeling” out of the deed as he did jerking off AND being sucked off!  Amazing!  There was even a “reach around” that Lance found intriguing.  He had never played with another dude’s dick and found that it wasn’t that bad a deal.
	Afterwards, the boys lay side by side, naked.  There was a breeze blowing, it was a Saturday, nothing going on at the school so there was no security risk.  On his own (sort of) Lance rolled and moved onto Victor, placing his balls into Victor’s mouth—then he himself “went down” on Victor’s cock and sucked it.
	Victor grinned and placed his hands on Lance’s ass and sucked-sucked-sucked the boy’s musty balls.  He never felt the sash cord tighten about his throat.  Lance, though, felt something going on with his testicle sac—but it was too late.  When Victor’s teeth gritted tightly as his young gay life ebbed away he severed Lance’s sac.
	Lance chomped off Victor’s cock.
	Victor twitched then went still.  Lance was in too much agony; he clutched his severed package with blood streaming thru his fingers.  There was a goodly amount of blood in his mouth, too—from the severed schlong.  “I knew this was a bad idea!” he said.  He coughed and began to retch.  The Strangler! came up to the rolling boy and deftly shoved his cock into the boy’s turd hole drawing the sash cord about the boy’s throat.  
	Just as the cum flow began and the sprinklers came on.  Seth didn’t mind.  He finished his deed and stood to bask in the afternoon sun before pulling up his clothes.  A railroad track was just beyond the school’s boundary; a bit of rough space between the fence and the open ground; bushes, discarded phone poles, shells of cars, old tires, old washing machines, scrub brush.  To the right and the track ran up against a cotton warehouse; to the left and the track went over firstly the highway and then down to the poor side of town and the river.
	For no other reason than “just because”, Seth struck off on the track.
	No reason—just because.
	He crossed over the highway part and paused at the other side where a utility bunker was.  To the left was a large fenced in mobile home park; a road serpentine around the park; then there was a large open area that butted up against the railroad.  Houses then were along the street being rundown, redneck, on the verge of falling down or condemned, and some were actually alright.
	Being summer, it was friggin’ hot!  Still, though, Seth trekked along the railroad casually observing life as it was in “Redneckville.”  On the other side of the tracks down the embankment was a vast open field of nothing—weeds, dry grass, more car shells, tire piles and washing machines.
	At the bridge where the track went over the river—
	Big river—only in the middle was there any water.  It spanned half a mile.
	Horse corrals were off to one side; a baseball park and museum occupied space on the far other side; then the outskirts of the City began.  Seth paused a moment then noted a train was coming—from behind him.  

	Under the bridge—also known as a “trestle” were two young peoples, high school young peoples.  They were up way up on the dirt embankment right up close to where the bridge and sloping bank met.  They were naked.  The boy, Mark Coxayay, slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y stuffed his “horse” dick into a girl who was much smaller in body size but of the same age.  Only a portion of the boy’s cock was in the girl, Leeanne Wattajoy.  The girl twisted, groaned, flailed her legs back and forth unable to fully accept fully Mark’s massive offering.
	Then, as Mark lay on his high school girlfriend grinding his cock against her barely fucked cunt—the train!  A rumbling came, dirt began to shimmer, and a terrible roar filled the air.  Panic filled Leeanne and she began to freak; Mark, however, merely grinned and pinned her down.  Then he began to inch his horse cock back into her pussy.
	Leeanne continued to freak.
	Mark continued to fuck.
	The train continued to come.
	Leeanne’s freaking out began to annoy Mark; so much so that he jammed his cock into the girl’s tight nearly virginal pussy causing her to freak out all the more.  The train came and the seventeen year old girl’s eyes bulged as the tremendous locomotive was more than impressive.  The sound, the smell, the sheer terror of the iron beast was incredible as it roared overhead—just mere feet over head.  Two engines and then a hundred or so cars.
	Mark had managed to get half the length of his nine inch cock into the girl’s cunt.  She was a mess with the thrashing and being terrified over the iron monster above her—as well as the grinning half-Indian redneck she had relented to giving her body to.  She clawed at the trembling ground trying with some might to get the horny bastard off of her.
	Then, as the final car rumbled overhead and silence once more prevailed, Mark Coxayay shoved mightily the rest of his meat stick in—then he was all tensed up with neck muscles bulging, eyes bulging, sputtering.  Leeanne was not aware of any problem—save for she no longer wanted to be fucked.  She twisted with great vehemence but Mark was too powerful.
	Leeanne only began to realize something was amiss when it was noticed that he was really no longer “pumping” her and his face had exploded ten sizes the norm.  His dark brown eyes had also bulged to the point of near exploding out of their sockets; his sputtering suggested he was possibly having an epileptic fit (or something.)
	“Mark?” she called out trying to continue wrestling her way out from underneath the boy.  Mark, however, looked like he was choking.  Then he began jerking his head before finally—nothing.  He stopped twitching, sputtering, breathing.  Leeanne seriously began to freak.  Seriously.
	Mark rolled off—surprising Leeanne and confusing her as well.  She scrambled to the left as Mark rolled onto his back.  Then, “someone” grabbed her throwing her back onto her back.  She wrestled with “whoever” but was pinned.  Blinking the sweat out of her eyes she saw someone on top of her who was pinning her down who was not Mark.
	It was too late for her to realize that it was a stranger, not much older than Mark, but someone she didn’t know.  More freaking out came but by then she was exhausted.  Though Seth didn’t have a dick as big as Mark Coxayay, it was significant just the same and entered the hapless girl.
	Leeanne blinked her pretty eyes, mouth agape, stunned look.
	Seth entered her fully and began to pump—slowly.
	The intensity of the afternoon heat was stifling but there was a goal to attain before comfort.  He fucked the teenage girl—who had three brothers she was fucking (or they were fucking her.)  Two older boys and one younger.  All three were sexually active with her—the older one not so much, he was six years older but when younger—much-much younger he was a butt bandit.  She jacked him off and sucked him but not much else.  The second oldest boy got into her pussy AND ass but not too often.  He was four years older.  The younger brother, who was three years younger, was more sexually active with his sister—they fucked every which way—often.
	And there’s more!
	It was while doing it ever which way that they got caught—by their dad who whipped the boy nearly senseless.  And while spanking Leeanne’s bare ass it was discovered that he had a hard-on.  A hard-on!  Leeanne was still butt naked, she was seventeen, and her single Daddy had a boner.
	There was an awkward moment there for a moment then Leeanne laid out on her bed, on her back, legs open.  The Daddy lingered where he was for a moment, in the hallway lay her brother whimpering.  Moments later and Leeanne’s Daddy was on her burying his bone into her.
	They did it only that one time, last month.
	Young brother, Ned, and Leeanne continued to fuck but did so more secretively.  Seth mopped her brow and began to power fuck her—just as the dirt around them began to shimmer again.  Leeanne was delirious with many emotions surging thru her body and mind.  Seth drove his cock into her HARD squirting his liquid love just as the new train rumbled above them.
	While Leeanne screamed the sash cord about her throat tightened…

*

War does not determine who is right—only who is left
	It was a good walk to the river running in the middle of the river—the “river” that was was only about ten yards wide and maybe at best knee deep.  To get there one had to walk across open ground; scorching burning sand, little vegetation, no shade.  Well, the only shade was to keep under the trestle.  Still, it was hot, muggy, and sloughing one’s way across sand wasn’t something Seth Strangle looked forward to.
	But the refreshing river was something to look forward to.
	The trek back, back to the school, back to his ride—that was a long walk he wasn’t looking forward to.  The little incident with Mark and Leeanne was a nice distraction—and he needed a cool down.  His dick ached, the temp was way over 100 degrees (37 Celsius) and the river was the closest cool down.  He made the trek.
	There was a goodly amount of vegetation at the river banks; typical plants along with plants that thrived in water.  The river was shallow but enough to immerse oneself in and be refreshed.  Along with the freshness of the water there, too, was the aroma of horses.  Specifically their recycled oats.  Of course, there were horse corrals nearby so it went without saying (that the air would be sullen with the scent of horse flesh and their droppings.)
	It didn’t bother Seth.  He relaxed nakedly in the river until hearing a horse whinny fairly close by.  Like a crocodile he maneuvered himself along the bank of the river’s left side until seeing a horsey with rider making across the dry part of the river.  The rider was a girl, a teenage girl with cantaloupe titties bouncing as her horse trotted thru the thick sand.
	Then the horse seemed spooked and whinnied about something.
	The girl shouted (but not to the horse) “Quit it!”
	Seth moved further down the river—leaving his clothes on the bank where he entered until he came to where he saw two boys slinking in the vegetation that was dry grass and various debris—tossing rocks to the horse’s flank.  The girl (and horse) was aware of the two miscreants; the horse whinnied and the girl yelled.
	Right at where the horse began to enter the water the boys made a good hit on the horse’s quarter and he reared up tossing his rider.  She hit the bank—and something hard and lay still.  The boys firstly bolted then stopped.  They ducked down and crawled out of Seth’s sight but he saw the grass moving.  He risked exposure as the bank’s vegetation was lacking for perfect concealment.
	The horse trotted on across the river to mosey and munch what offering there was on the other side.  The boys found the unconscious girl and flanked her in awe.
	“Holy sheep shit,” sparked Arnold, “I think we killed her!”
	“Wasn’t us,” said Greg, “’er fuckin’ horse threw her!”
	Both boys were rats, river rats, redneck river rats; dirty blond hair, unkempt clothing and appearance, dirty faces, slightly muscular—due to the numerous fights they got into, and were thirteen years young. 
	They stood and contemplated—looked around and very nearly saw the naked Seth Strangle in the shallow river.
	“Dude, she’s still breathin’!” that was a good sign.
	Arnold, Arnold Brickface, rubbed his cock and began to nod.  Then, with a big shit eating grin pushed his dirty light blue jeans down.  No undies.  His cock, uncut, was semi hard.  He flopped up, stroked it, then got to work getting Lydia Molebiggot naked.  Greg Lowspot giggled and peeled his clothes off eagerly helping his friend.  Both boys were incredibly tan—all over!
	Arnold was literally drooling as he yanked the girl’s pants off; her boots he flung into the river already.  Lavender panties she wore, full brief, too.  The boys held fast for a moment—lusting heavily.  Then off came the girl’s shirt and bra followed lastly by her panties.  The boys got naked and Arnold took first dibs.  The girl moaned and had a slight head injury from banging her head on a hunk of concrete and a piece of rusted iron pipe.  She batted her eyes and was slightly aware of what was going on.
	Arnold did his thing and after pulling out moved up the delirious girl’s body to straddle her chest and begin titty fucking her.  Greg put himself onto the girl (and then in).  Lydia grumbled and tried to fight off the boys—but when she moved her head she got dizzy and the fight left her.
	Arnold grabbed her head and made her suck him.
	Greg bitched about not having enough room—Arnold farted his response and roughly forced Lydia to gobble his cock.  Greg made do with arching his back and power thrusting.  The boy was right at the point of cumming off in just under two minutes when he suddenly let out a yeowl and flew up from the girl grabbing his thigh.
	“What the fuck’s wrong with you, bitch!?” yelled Arnold.
	Greg was having a fit and fell into the river splashing about screaming in some agony.  Arnold stood up cussing in wonderment and watching his friend drown.  “Dude!” he yelled again being curious as to “What the fuck!?”
	Suddenly there was a noise—a hissing noise accompanied by a “rattle.”
	Lydia sat up, sputtered something, slung her head and then watched as Arnold suddenly let out a scream and began dancing around holding his foot.  Seth watched as a rattlesnake slithered thru the grass and out of sight.  Then he watched as Lydia came up with a hunk of rusted pipe and walloped Arnold “upside the head” sending him into the river to join his friend.
	Seth kept low as the girl continued to deal with having a head injury.  She stood up on wobbly legs and weakly called “Rogue” (her horsey).  The horse across the river paid her no mind and dropped a couple of turds in response.  Lydia stumbled a few steps and went sailing into the river.
	Luckily, Seth was there to catch her.
	The girl was refreshed by the cold river water and tried to fight off the new attacker—but the head injury prevented her from being successful.  Seth rolled her over onto the bank and worked his cock into her pussy having no trouble with the doing of her.  The sash cord he drew tightly about her neck—but then—THEN he let it loose and finished his other deed.  His hands went up and down her sides, cupped her breasts then moved her limp cold body up into the dry grass of the river bank before scuttling off collecting his clothes and being on his way.  As he made for the steep incline of the trestle bank the hapless girl was sitting up shaking the cobwebs from her pretty head looking around in mild panic.  But she was alive!

*

The handicapped zone
	A girl about ten water a houseplant; she had a curious face about her, hummed a kid’s song, was very tan almost the color of the brown shirt she wore.  Shoulder length dark hair, brown eyes, budding breasts.  After the watering,
	“Monica, come here.” a voice called from nearby.
	The girl set down the green watering can and almost skipped over to a man in a wheelchair.  The house was ok; hardwood floors with a few throw rugs of various sizes here and there—and over there.  Simple furniture; house in need of TLC (paint mostly); single story with small porch, small front yard, huge backyard.
	Monica stood before the man in the wheelchair, her father.
	“Take your pants down.” he said calmly.
	Monica didn’t hesitate, bat an eye, raise a fuss—none of that.  She simply unfastened her jeans that were just to her knees and pushed them down to “just her knees.”  She then stood in white panties with pink trim and pink little flowers all over them.  The man in the wheelchair sighed as he locked eyes on the girl clad so.
	Then he said, “Take off your shirt.”
	Monica pulled off her brown shirt and basically naked.
	Natural lighting filled the house; there was the hum of a swamp cooler; the house was more than 40 years old; there were oddly placed columns here and there about; dark wood floors, off-white walls.  A few paintings, moderate furniture, wide spaces—for ease of travel of a wheelchair;  a television, a small stereo, potted plants, a large stuffed giraffe in one corner and an elephant in the other.  

 	The house set between an agricultural orchard (apricots) and an open field where some houses USED to be but had been torn down due to lack of care and unoccupancy.
	 Andy Stickyweed, 30ish, tall (if he stood up), slender, slight beard, in need of a haircut, reached out to pat his daughter’s butt.  Then he tugged the girl’s panties down and gawked at her nakedness.  Monica did nothing.  Andy leaned back stroking his cock—Andy was naked!
	Outside it was hot—humid and muggy.  Inside the 40 year old house and it was relatively cool.  No lights were on, day type time and there was no need of lighting; there was natural lighting from Mother Nature.  Confined to his wheelchair, Andy adjusted himself, opened his legs, and nodded to his child saying, “go ahead, get out of your clothes—like if you’re going to take a bath.”
	Monica, still not hesitating or pausing, stepped out of her pants and panties.
	Then, with a pat of his hand to his thigh she came to him.
	Andy, very tan himself but of the Caucasian variety, flopped his manhood.
	Monica, apparently well trained and or schooled, took the fully erect member and began toying with it—that is to say she stroked it, squeezed it, flopped it, and did all those things before getting the nod from her Daddy “go ahead, suck it.”
	With no wavering whatsoever, the girl opened her mouth and began sucking the head.  She rolled her tongue about the super sensitive crown, diddled the piss slit, sent her Daddy into oblivion, then slithered her mouth down onto the shaft.  Andy clutched the arm rest of his chair; eyes rolling back, asshole tightening.  Monica was good.
	After the sucking—no cumming, the girl climbed up onto her Daddy’s lap.
	There was some cuddling, snuggling, and kissing.  Andy tweaked playfully his daughter’s nipples, cupped her ass, then began dragging his cock up and down her cute little pussy.  Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y his cock entered into her.  With his hands on her butt, Andy guided her up and down until just about every inch of his daddy schlong was in her.
	The fucking incest was on!
	For the first two minutes—maybe three, the pace was slow.  Then it stepped up with Andy tightening his grip on his child’s ass.  His cock was harder, stronger, faster!  The pumping was harder, stronger, faster!  The intensity was incredible ending another minute later with a fantastic cumulation cumulating!
	Andy sighed deeply and longingly.
	“That was a good one!”
	He melted, sighed, farted, and hugged his very giving child.  Monica held her Daddy and seemed emotionless.  Andy patted her backside and eased her off of his cum squirter.
	“Go clean up.” he told her.  Monica skipped off to the nearby hall bathroom.
	Meanwhile, nine year old son, Alex, wandered in…
	Alex checked his sister’s clothes on the floor; a simple head nod from his Dad and the boy stripped off his own clothes.  He was about nine years young, thick rick dark blond hair, very tan skin (all over) and a nice little dangling tally betwixt his legs.  Andy patted his thigh and the boy moved onto his Dad’s lap without falter.  
	More cuddling, hugging, kissing, ass grabbing.
	Then,
	Sodomy!
	Carefully and with ease and did Andy glide his cock into his son’s asshole.  the boy griped his Dad’s shoulders, made a face, grunted, and “took it.”  He took it all in—most of it.  That seemed t be alright with Andy; he held his son and moved him up and down pretty much like he had done with the boy’s sister.
	The orgasm that took as many as four minutes to achieve came with a great gushering gusto.  Andy clutched his son’s ass tightly pushing into the boy’s hole DEEPLY and fully squirting great quantities of love cream of which most slathered his cock and balls.
	The boy remained on his Dad’s lap a moment or so after the ordeal then calmly slid off and made for the bathroom.  Andy panted, heaved, and was in a delirious funk when—
	KNOCK!  KNOCK!  KNOCK!
	Someone was at the door!
	That was unusual—no one came to see Andy.  There was no one close by who would just “drop by”.  Andy drew his thin bathrobe about him and rolled to the door where two peoples were, Suits.  A portly Mexican man who was sweating and mopping his brow having been out of his air conditioned car less than a minute and a tall thin build big tittied Chinese-American woman.
	They were Child Protective Services.
	There was no problem—it was a “check up” service—the Service had nothing better to do that day than to “check up” on families who had suffered tragedy.  In recent months, Andy’s wife had been killed in an accident—he had been driving but the rescue people, police, fire, all failed to check to see if he had been drinking.  He had been quite drunk but no one checked ‘cause he was pretty fucked up and paralyzed.  When it came time to check to see if he had been drunk driving—too late.
	For some reason, CPS decided to stick their nose in to see how a handicapped man was doing caring for his children.  He was caring for them quite well—quite well.
	Beings as how hot it was outside and the Mexican was about as done as a tamale, Andy cordially invited them inside his quaint 40 year old hacienda.  Alexis asked how the children were and if she could see them.  Nosey bitch!
	Then she spotted the clothing on the floor, Andy’s lack of attire, and his raging hard-on poking thru the flaps.  Her suspicions rose high but she failed to see the small palm sized electronic device in his right hand.
	“Go sit down.” Andy directed Manny Colaman.  The portly Mexican obeyed taking seat on the sofa in a room designated as a family room that once was designated as a sun room—but too hot for a sun room and was fixed up to be one of the coolest rooms in the house.
	Meanwhile,
	“Take off your clothes.”
	Alexis firstly blinked her eyes excessively, cocked her head “What did you say?” but then began peeling out of her smart business red dress.  It was a nice little garment, cool, light, cotton, and easy to get on (and off!)  There was a slip, pantyhose, shoes, and bra—then she was naked.
	Monica came out of the bathroom and stood naked at the hallway empting into the large open living room.  Her beautiful eyes bulged as she saw the naked woman standing therein.
	“Go to your room—play with your brother.”
	Monica turned on her heel quickly, grabbed her brother and sailed off to their shared bedroom.  Then,
	“Suck me.”
	Alexis dropped to her knees and serviced Andy’s fuck stick (freshly explunged from Alex’s asshole!)	
	No Q&A.  (sorry)
	She sucked and sucked and seemed to be something of an expert.
	Andy reeled and though he couldn’t rightly move his hips, or legs, he placed his hand to the back of her head and moved her (and himself!) into cocksucking euphoria!  A goodly squirt of his love goo splashed into her mouth while another squirt splashed onto her face.  She had a Chinese Mother and a Mexican Father; a black grandfather and a Japanese grandmother!
	And a nice set of titties!
	She was a trim woman, a cunt hair under six foot tall; very slim body, bodacious titties.  A unicorn tat was on her left butt cheek, a rose tat was on her right bodacious titty.  A red devil with a BIG dick and a pitchfork was on the upper right portion of her pussy—that was clean shaven!
	Andy smiled and gently guided the woman onto his lap.  The arms of the custom wheelchair were let down and she straddled him nicely taking his squirting member into her sex.  She was a married woman but Andy didn’t seem to mind.  His cock invaded her married pussy and went heartily into that realm of pleasure.
	His cock pulsed in the woman’s cunt blowing his mind at how wondrous womanly pussy could be.  He clung to the woman tightly thrusting his manhood into that wondrous receptacle that gave him such joy.  It was a shame that the male orgasm lasted only a moment.  Andy tried to make the joyous moment a lingering one but as soon as the last jut of cum spurted from his cock—it was over.
	As a finale—
	Andy had no energy to “do the woman up the ass”; he enjoyed her company, loved on her and thoroughly was pleased with boinking her.  Since his accident, though, his energy levels for shenanigans was lacking.  He put into her mind ‘go home, fuck your husband’s brains out!’  The woman then dressed and she and her Mexican sidekick left (with a pleasing report that all was well in the Stickyweed household.)  Andy then called for his children, embraced them, kissed them, then—
	“Who wants spaghetti?”
	“I do!”  “I do!” screamed out his pair of naked children.
	“And we’ll make popcorn cheese balls after.” Andy declared.  The children were elated and they made for the kitchen.
	Seth Strangle contemplated but he had gotten his rest, refreshment, and observed a narly encounter between Andy, his children, and CPS Officer, Alexis.  As the family began making spaghetti, Seth slipped out of the house and continued on his way.

*
Shady Acres
	It wasn’t too “shady” but there was a lot of acres—mostly the area was low income/rundown area covering several blocks in all directions.  Not a lot of trees and the area was a haven for hot summer sun.  There were some good homes, nice yards, not all “redneckville”; a few small corner stores with exorbitantly high prices.  Not a lot of “modern” day cars—older model cars, pickups, and motorcycles.  It was a sparse area Seth found “interesting” and entertaining.
	It was also hot.  After his trek from the river adventure he moseyed back up to the school where he spotted not one but three deputy sheriff’s cars and several deputy sheriffs.  He didn’t know what was going on but to get to his car parked along the street just before the entrance to where the school buses went in to pick up students—was a bit of a rough.
	‘you cant get there from here!’

	He could, but it was going to be a bit of a rub; he’d have to keep on the outskirts of the school along the railroad, then cut across open land choked with HUGE tumbleweeds, city project debris, and then the cotton warehouse, circle around to the bus barn and THEN to where he had parked his car.
	Or he could mosey along the river bank access to the many horse corrals and take a different route along the narrow hot streets there, out to the main road and then shoot up to the front of the school and amble to his car that way.  This little detour was becoming a nuisance.
	With a sigh he scooted his feet towards the corrals.  He had cooled down in the house of Stickyweed and wondered casually why he hadn’t followed thru with his usual MO.  Dmitri would be proud—and awed.  Seth was just awed.  He wasn’t losing his touch—the insight to Seth’s mind world was one he kept to himself and did not express.  According to Seth’s count, there were 101 strangulations awarded to The Strangler!  Seth, however, had a “few more” than that.  Dim didn’t know everything.
	It didn’t take long before Seth was exceedingly hot again.  He was uncomfortable, thirsty, in need of shade and refreshment.  Just on the lee side of the high river bank built up for a “just in case” scenario whereas the river would overflow its banks and flood out Shady Acres/Redneckville, there was another deputy sheriff car.  It was parked down among heavy growth of old mangled gnarled trees, heavy dense grasses and bushes.  There were trails and clearings, hobo camps, and piles and piles of cement chunks, tires, and cars.
	The heavy scent of horse shit filled the air, along with flies buzzing all about, gnats, and heat waves.  The deputy sheriff car was almost concealed and there was activity that brought Seth’s attention attentive.  He was up on the wide bank; on the other side were dozens of corrals of horses and pigs.  A few small roads leading to regular neighborhood roads that eventually led out to the main road.  Seth wanted to go home—to soak in the tub and put the strange day behind him.
	But,
	Three boys extremely well tanned by the sun stood outside the deputy sheriff car—well, two of the three boys were standing—one was “busy.”  The rear passenger door of the car was open and there was monkeyshines going on.  A lady deputy sheriff was laying there with her green trousers and white panties at her ankles; her utility belt was off and on the floorboard by her head; her beige shirt was undone, tee-shirt up, bra cups up, and she was thoroughly getting laid.
	The boys were no older than twelve.
	Twelve!
	One boy was merely eleven!
	All were dark haired youths; disheveled hair of various lengths.
	The lad in the car fucking the married deputy sheriff was almost thirteen; his raven dark hair was shoulder length.  It was not as messed up as the others; there were several scars on his backside; as well as a few welts.  He was butt naked as he put it to the woman; she seemed to be in her late 30s, a few cunt hairs under six foot tall, good shape for her age but being a sheriff deputy it goes without saying.
	The other two lads standing in wait were jittery and enthusiastically awaited their turn.  The boys were impatient and jeered their friend on.  Seth risked exposure but wanted to see Up Close and Personal the penetration.  But it was hot, sweat in his eyes, stifling air, and the air temperature hot enough to make the Devil sigh.  He ultimately stayed put (and out of it).  The boy on the woman got his nuts off and made a lot of noise about it, too.
	He got off (and how!) and the deputy fingered her pussy (and how!) and the next boy took his turn.  The boy who had just gotten laid danced around like he was on fire.  The grin on his young face would last a week!
	After all three boys had fucked their fill—
	The deputy put on her clothes—then,
	The first boy who had fucked her got stunned—a stun gun to his naked chest as she was hugging him.  When he fell to the ground twitching in agony, the other two boys stood in stunned shock.  “WHAT THE FUCK!?” was their expression.
	Perfect; it gave Deputy Sheriff Lisa Brownose time to wallop the second boy who had fucked her with her baton sending him up against the car where he slumped to the ground holding his jaw.  The other youth freaked out and made a run for it.
	No match for a tazer, though.
	The youth on the ground still twitched.  The Deputy dragged him around the car and shot him in the head!  In the head!  The second youth tried to stand up and run for it but was grabbed and slammed to the ground—and shot in the head, too!
	The boy who had been tazed was still twitching when he got his head blasted.  The callus woman then dragged the boys’ naked bodies to an old sump; there was a wooden covering covering a huge underground water pump & valve to move water from the deep underground aquifer and a sump.  The deputy dropped in (after dropping the boys’ bodies in) and was disappeared for several minutes before climbing back out and putting the wooden covering back in place.
	Then she got back into her car and drove off.
	Seth was awed.  He made a quirky smile and then went on his way.

Oh it was hot—and sticky!
	It was hot—and sticky!  The air was uncomfortable, too.  Seth made his way off the high river embankment and down between two corrals along a dirt access road.  The scent of farm life was not appealing to him so he moseyed as quickly as he could.  Seeing the deputy sheriff car zoom across his path on the paved road ahead changed his direction.  DS Lisa B was a psycho!  Seth casually wondered how many “other” boys were down in that concealed sump?
	Taking a left turn he made his way along a narrower dirt road used mostly by ATVs and not so much regular vehicles.  At the end there was a large barn, a farm, access to the railroad, and another small dirt road meandering its way to the regular paved road.  A few huge towering trees there were, a very large community garden, more horses, more horse shit, more flies.
	Seth decided on the railroad track to the school again.
	Making the turn to that direction he caught sight of something of interest.
	To his right was the large barn; there were many horses about in an iron fenced corral; some piggies off to one side of that barn, a portion of the community garden nearby, too.  Seth continued on his way—keeping eye on the “something of interest.”
	At the end of the iron fencing he had a choice—to continue on to the railroad and take chances at the school OR to investigate the “something of interest.”  The air was blazing hot, 105 degrees and then some; out in wide open spaces with little shelter—especially “shade” (save for that big freaking tree just mentioned).  It was muggy, humid, icky.
	The “something of interest” took precedent.
	Maneuvering along the iron fencing and various corrals, keeping sight on the “interest” and any possible onlookers—like the rancher or anybody else, Seth finally made way to the barn and then on to the “something of interest.”
	Two girls were the “interest.”  Teenage girls, young teenage girls; young NAKED teenage girls.  Very muchly “something of interest.”
	But wait!  There’s more!
	The girls, Lucy Steveshole and Angie Seashant, were all kinds of being silly school girls—naked silly school girls.  Despite the oppressive heat the girls were frolicking—frolic! frolic! frolic!  There were misters on at the barn, inside and out to cool the beasts (inside and out.)  The girls had gotten themselves refreshed (and Seth did likewise.)
	Then, after refreshed, the naked girls, fourteen years young, began kissing.  They had embraced and then began kissing—sparking an even more keen interest from Seth Strangle.  And from kissing to groping.  The girls pressed their fine nude fourteen year old bodies together and fondled each other—titties, ass, and pussy.
	Seth was more than interested.
	Then, the girls kicked it up a notch by laying down in an open stall to increase Seth’s observing interest by Scissoring.  That is to say in the world of girl-on-girl sex they pounded/rubbed their cunnies together.  Seth knew that Dim would LOVE to observing, too!  (and he would!)
	After much pussy pounding, the girls entered into the realm of 69ing.
	The view was classic for Seth; the girl on top, Lucy, had a wondrous ass that the girl on bottom, Angie, was prying apart revealing Lucy’s nice clean poop chute.  Angie licked and licked and licked Lucy’s cunt; Lucy pounded her cunt to Angie’s face then set up covering her chest when she heard a noise from the adjoining stall.
	“Oh, that’s just Glubbers.”
	“Glubbers?”
	Angie scrambled up and stepped out of the stall opening the door to the other stall.  Inside was “Glubbers”—the goat.  Lucy giggled and stepped in to pet the farm animal along with Angie.  Both girls were very nice and not overly lesbian as the definition describes—they were just fooling around, experimenting.  No harm there.
	There was more, however.
	“Wanna see something neat?” Angie asked.
	Of course Lucy was for all that.
	Angie (and Lucy) weren’t too tall but slender girls; Angie had short shoulder length dark hair; she was mostly tan; her cunt was neatly trimmed, and she had a wondrous face Seth (and Dmitri Tsugua) would love to jerk off onto!)  Lucy wasn’t so bad, either; the daughter of a preacher; her skin, too, had been kissed by the sun—save for where her swimsuit/underwear concealed her naughty bits.
	Angie positioned herself on a bale of hay and after patting her pussy and coaxing Glubbers the animal trotted over and began licking her there!  Lucy was aghast—but bemused.  She had no idea what bestiality was but she was looking at it.  Glubbers made odd noises as he licked the teen’s snatch.
	“Reach underneath and jerk him off.” said Angie.
	Lucy was aghast again but not as alarmed as one would think, or leastways Seth Strangle would think.
	“It’s the same as doing it to Goliath.”
	Goliath, Seth later learned, was Angie’s horse.
	“Or Jiggers.” she added.
	And “Jiggers” was Angie’s Labrador Retriever.
	Well, maybe Lucy DID know something about bestiality!

	After worked Glubbers into a frenzied hard state of arousal, Angie further freaked her friend out by spreading her legs even wider, angling herself down a little more on the hay bale, and coaxing the goat into prime position.
	That prime position was, of course, fucking.
	Lucy guided Glubbers pinkish prick into Angie’s pinkish cunt.  It had been there before and the animal took right to the rigors of pumping.  Lucy was at this point a little startled and taken aback.  But she continued to help Glubbers get laid—which didn’t take long.
	After the animal had pulled away and there was a hell of a semen mess coating Angie’s cunt—
	“Eat me!” squealed Angie.
	Lucy hesitated a moment—a moment, then applied her tongue and lapped up the spilled spew.  Dmitri would have had fits.  Seth was.  And after completing her task of goat cum cleaning there was more.  (had Dmitri been there, more insight on the naughty girls would have become known—such as the interlude with Goliath and Jiggers.)
	Seth wasn’t so much into Q&A—that was Dim’s doings.  Seth was more of a brusk person, an observer, a doer, a strangler.  He watched “observingly” as Lucy got on her hands and knees; her friend brought Glubbers over and helped him “into position” whereas his pinkish goat dick eased into Lucy’s cornhole.  It was a sight not to believe—
	And unfortunately (or fortunately depending on view) rancher Doug missed the goat-on-girl coupling.  He came up on the scene just as Glubbers pulled away with a long strand of cum from his dick from Lucy’s asshole.  It didn’t take a rocket scientist or porn actor to know what had gone on.
	“Well-well-well, what the hell we got going on here!?” he said with a drawl.
	The girls screamed and were instantly frightened and scrambled to the back of the stall.  Rancher Doug was Angie’s grandfather.  Rancher Doug was supposed to be somewhere else.  Surprise!  He pulled the girls out of the stall dragging them across the large open barn to a small stack of bale hay.  There he had them lay down on some single bales, legs spread.
	Doug was just over six foot, he wore a typical well worn straw hat but had some hair revealed and it was gray.  A long tall lanky fellow, overalls, boots, well weathered by the sun and other elements.  He seemed to be a stern man who took no nonsense about anything—including the cries and pleas from Lucy (who was the daughter of a preacher!)
	“We can do this my way, or we can call your folks way.”
	Neither girl wanted the “folks” way.  They cried and wailed and Angie asked, “What’s YOUR way?”
	Doug smiled—he seldom smiled, then positioned himself for spanking.
	Oh.
	There was a 2-inch wide strap (strop) hanging on a wall—why it was there wasn’t known but it was there.  Kind of like the ones barber’s use to sharpen their tools.  The first swat went to his granddaughter’s ass—the girl jumped and gripped the scratchy hay bale and received another swat before Lucy got hers.
	As the girls rubbed their burning asses and couldn’t help from wriggling, Grandpa Doug whipped out his throbbing hard cock.  Angie saw it and temporarily forgot about her burning ass.
	“You like goat dick, how’s about this one!?”
	Lucy turned and sat up; she breathed hard and couldn’t take her eyes off the man’s cock.  No Q&A!  Damn!  Seth just didn’t do that sort of thing but Seth did.  Inquiring minds craved nifty info on Lucy and Angie—did they spread their legs for boys; any interest in little boys, any other girls, or did they just have a penchant for farm animals?
	Angie, on her knees, quickly examined her grandpa’s cock; then she put her fingers about it squeezing it before putting her lips to it.  The 60-something year old man beamed with his cock strengthening as it disappeared into the girl’s mouth.  She seemed a pro; she rolled her tongue all about the head, diddled the piss slit, then engulfed the member sucking heartily.
	Meanwhile, Lucy fingered herself.

	After both girls had serviced Doug’s schlong—
	Angie “assumed the position” on her bale of hay, legs spread.  Doug fingered the teen’s twat, examined it but not too close or for too long.  He then put himself into her sex and fucked her for a good four minutes before unleashing a great quantity of man cum.
	Slapping his cock against the girl’s quim he grinned and gouge her crevice another minute or so before it was Lucy’s turn.  For Lucy, she was positioned laying on her bale of hay, belly side down.  Rancher Doug caressed her ass, patted it, fingered her dirt chute, then inserted his still amazingly hard cock into her and fucked her into oblivion.
	Well, her asshole anyways.
	He was then “done.”
	And afterwards, he zipped up and merely walked out of the barn to the nearby house.  The girls were a little stunned—but not by any electronic means.  They slowly moved to where the misters would cool them (and wash them.)  Seth took over thereafter and while Glubbers watched, Seth fucked.  First one girl—and then the other.  Pussy only.  He lightly spanked them and then while positioning the girls in a 69er promptly drove his smoldering tool into the girl’s asshole who was on top who was Lucy.
	Then, once more did not enter into that realm of his normal MO.  He had not done so with the Stickyweed family, or the girl at the river.  He didn’t know why—he just didn’t.  Lucy and Angie also escaped his usually Modus Operandi. He left them in the stall with Glubbers and continued on his way.

*

Family bliss

 	“MOM!” yelled little Amy Potrock; the little girl came running into the living-room yelling  “MOM!  He’s doing it again!”
 	The hyper little nine year old literally careened off her mother’s legs as she turned the corner leading out from the living-room.  The girl’s mother, Jan Potrock, looked down at her young daughter with her Scold Face on.
	“What's all the hubbub, bub?”
	“It's Skyler!  He’s doing it again!”
 	“Skyler!  Susan!  Lucas!  Front and center!  NOW!” 
 	From the kitchen came Lucas; black brows lifted in a rather questioning manner.  Behind him came Susan, she was eleven and was the only one of the children who had inherited her mother's honey-blond hair. 
 	Last to arrive was Skyler.  He was thirteen and loped in nonchalant manner with the “What?” look on his boyish face. 
	Jan eyed her soon, “Amy says you were “doing it” again.”
	Lucas rolled his eyes, Skylerery glared at his tattletale sister. 
 	Jan placed her hands on her hips and also glared at the tattletale sibling.
	“WHAT was he doing?” she asked.
 	The dark haired little girl looked very nervous—she had expected to get her brother in trouble; not to find herself the center of attention of the family.
	Shrugging and looking embarrassed at all the fuss, pursing her lips and fidgeting, she sighed “You know, what he does alla the time!”
 	“Right in front of me, too!” she added in a huff.
 	Jan looked to her son—not glaring so much as she was.  “Well, were you?  Were you “doing what you do “alla” the time?”
	Now it was Skyler’s turn to fidget.  “I cant help it; plus she’s always around watching me!”
 	Jan smiled; the woman knew her son had been masturbating for a while and that he was getting braver, bolder, and doing it more frequently.  It was just a question of whether the boy was doing it openly in front of his sisters or not. 

	“I know it’s a normal thing for a boy your age (any age) to do,” scolded Jan, “but you really shouldn’t do that—”
 	“But Mom, it’s not fair!   She keeps following me and watches me everywhere!  A guy get any privacy!”  bitch bitch bitch
 	“It’s my room too!” there was a slight problem when mixed sex siblings shared a bedroom.
 	“Amy, was your brother doing it in front of you or did you barge in on him again?”
 	This wasn’t going quite the way Amy thought it was going to.  She wanted to see her brother get spanked.  She shrugged and reluctantly said, “I guess so.” Then added, “But he was still doing it!”
 	“Amy, we’ve had this talk before, you know your brother is growing up and there are feelings and urges that every young man like him has to deal with. There’s nothing wrong with what he’s doing.  Like I told you before, if you don’t like seeing him “doing it”—don’t watch!”
 	Then she added, “After all, you don’t hear your sister complaining, do 
You?”
 	The little girl humphed with her own hands on her hips semi glaring at her older sister. “Yeah but SHE likes watching him do it!”
 	“That’s not the point.”
 	Out of the corner of her eye Jan watched as Skyler and Susan’s mouths fell open in shock.  Apparently, they didn’t think their mother knew so much.
 	“The point is, how are you ever going to learn anything from your siblings  if you keep running, screaming, and tattling whenever you they do something?”
 	She added, “I mean, if you keep trying to get them in trouble, they’ll be doing things together all the time and you’re going to find yourself left out!”
	Skyler and Susan looked a little stunned; hubby Lucas leaned against the threshold of the kitchen/living room with his hands stuffed into his pants pockets—looking bored. 
 	Amy still managed to look pissed off.
 	“And as for your two,” Jan directed her attention to Skyler and Susan, I know you’ve been ignoring your sister, which only makes her worse for what she does.  It can’t be helped, Skyler, that there’s only one bedroom for all of you to share.  Get over it.  You start behaving nicely and include your sister in your games.” Or else!
	Skyler reluctantly nodded, “Ok.”
	Susan nodded as well—but didn’t say “Ok”; she rolled her eyes avoiding her troublesome sibling.  
 	“Any more of this tattling or ignoring and its punishment time.  Got it!?”

 	The children shuffled out, submissive and cowed; they shot looks at one another the whole way to their room and as soon as they were gone,
 	“Do I get a punishment, too?” 
 	“I get mine—you get yours!” kinky is as kinky is what’s the diff between kinky and erotic?  Erotic is with a feather—kinky is the whole chicken!
 	“Works for me!” he grinned and took his naughty in-charge wife kissing her passionately.  All the while she unhitched his trousers freeing his the trouser snaked that lay within.   
 	He was hard and ready in seconds.
 	Jan took holt of her husband’s wiener and played with it expertly—running her thumb about the super sensitive crown, then grinding the member against her beige slacks—right at the crotch!
 	“You gonna get fucked, my dear!” grinned the 6’3” man.  He was tall, raven dark hair, muscular, and had a wonderful eight incher to please any cunt.  Jan was pleased that he was loyal to pleasing HER cunt.
	Articles of clothing began flying off their bodies—right there in the kitchen!
	The hour was not too late, the day was beginning to cool down, a swamp cooler helped cool the house but an a/c unit would have been better.  The house was not so much unlike the Stickyweed house—40 years old but in good condition; off-beige stucco walls (inside and out but more natural beige inside); decent landscaping, two bedrooms.
	Jan moaned and then was thrown onto the family dinning table with horny pulling off her slacks.  Jan herself nearly ripped off her blouse and bra.  With her slacks off—and on the floor, well endowed Lucas removed his wife’s panties—with his teeth!  Right at the crotch he firstly engulfed the woman’s hot and very bothered cunt.  Then, with some expertise, SLOWLY removed them.
	It drove Jan wild.
	She thrusted his face into her cunny—“Take me, NOW!”
	Lucas, however, had other plans.  He was just as horny (and naughty) but had stamina enough to hold back.  Patience, though, was not one of Jan’s fortunes.
 	“Ohhhh!” she exclaimed—“DO ME!  DO ME RIGHT NOW!”
 	Lucas was casual and slowly slid his wife’s undies down her legs; he paused at her knees where he knew there was a certain trigger that sent his wife into euphoric ecstasy.  Jan began to thrash about the table that was breakfast, lunch, dinner, and social family discussions.  Lucas was in control—a rarity.
 	After discarding the panties he made way to the refrigerator pushing the lever to get some ice.  Then, he popped one into his mouth and returned to his frantic wife and mouthed her—slipping the ice cube into her hot cunny.
 	The ice cube nearly melted on impact!
 	
	Jan was out of her mind.
 	Lucas tried not to giggle as he worked the frozen water about her shaven snatch; Jan grabbed his hair (and ears) saying “If you don’t get that goddamn thing in me—”
	Lucas knew he was in for it; he finally worked the ice cube out of the pussy and stood up taking his wife’s legs placing the heels on his shoulders.  Then, expertly, glided his cock up and down her fevered poon all the while Jan bucked trying to maneuver herself to whereas her cock hungry cunt could take his dick.
 	As his thick eight incher finally found her cunt entrance a clear liquid began to drip out of his hole mixing with her juices flowing out of her hole.  Her furious bucking forced him to impale her.  She screeched relishing every twinge of sexual delight there possibly was. 
 	“Oh my God!” she squealed with an unusual bassy voice, “You magnificent bastard!  FUCK ME!” Jan seldom cussed, she was a school teacher and sometimes in her line of work cussing was frowned upon and as a Christian Sunday School teacher it wasn’t cool to let fly foul language.  So to avoid any embarrassment she strove to keep those unpleasant words shushed.
	However,
 	After another thrust and then another—
 	“FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!” was spewed from her beautiful lips.  Her nipples had stiffened; a fast, hard pounding brought her to the brink of incredible pleasure; sweat ran like rivers all over her delicious 30-something body.  Lucas was masterful and power slammed his wife’s cunt while cupping her ass and giving her what she wanted.
 	Soon and the very deep penetrations began to make her moan.
 	Soon and the two entered into a rhythm; Lucas’ cock was stretched to the limit being a little more than eight inches.  Jan’s thrusting incited incredible milestones of unknown pleasures.  Pushing in as hard as possible right up to her cervix, the moment came.  And came!  Unbelievable tingling feelings began to boil; Jan clutched at her husband’s powerful arms shuddering and twitching as if she were being electrocuted.
 	Jan began to cum.
 	And with his wife cumming—Lucas came.
 	Grumbling words that were unusable the woman’s pussy seized her husband’s cock pressuring him with great immeasurable effort;  she tried to pull him in even deeper!  Lucas was shooting massive amounts of ball juice—so much so that it slathered his cock and balls mixing with his wife’s to pool ‘neath her ass on the family table.

 	A short time later and the two lovers were in their bathroom shower doing pretty much the same thing they had done on the kitchen table but with Jan standing up, shoulders against the back of the shower, legs about her husband’s waist thoroughly getting “fucked.”
 	Afterwards, while laying on the bathroom floor “cuddling”—
	“Whattya think the kids are doing?” Lucas asked.
	“Probably the same thing we’ve been doing!” grinned Jan.
	“Let's find out!” 
 	They made way into the bedroom turning on the baby intercom & monitor they had never taken out of the room—just because it was too much trouble after installing.  That’s a good answer.
 	Unaware of their parents sly snooping Skyler lay naked on his twin size bed pushed up against the wall with the room’s one window.  Sister Susan lay beside him on her stomach facing the foot of the bed.  She was clothed but in a short summery dress—no panties.
 	He could see right up between her legs and see that she was fingering herself.  As soon as Skyler and his sibs had come into their room he had blatantly stripped off his clothes and flung himself onto his bed.  Susan (who seldom wore undies) flopped onto the bed herself.  Nothing happened for quite awhile as Skyler fumed at tattletale Amy.
 	Sitting on the floor was Amy.  She was playing with her dolls and stuffed plush animals—but every once in awhile she’d sneak a look up onto the bed.  All three sibs had their own bed at least, Susan’s was in the middle while Amy’s was against the other wall.  Hopefully as their parents did well in their jobs they would get more money and hopefully a better house with more bedrooms.
 	At length and Susan turned her head to her brother, eyed his cock, then turned to stare at her troublesome sister.  Then back to her brother.
	Skyler propped himself up on his elbows; a quirky look came onto his face.  He was a handsome fart; sandy brown hair, freckles, mischievous eyes of hazel blue, and that Devil May Care smile.
	“Wanna do it?” he asked not-too-sheepishly.
	“What about Amy?”
	‘Fuck Amy!’ Skyler conveyed.  He shrugged indifference, “If she tattles, so she tattles.  If little Miss Tattletale wants to go running to Mommy; fine, let her. You heard what Mom said.  I think we can do what we want any time we want!  And if SOMEBODY doesn’t want to watch, fine; she don’t have to!” so there!
 	Skyler then flopped back onto his bed in a huff being mad and staring up to the ceiling.  Sister Susan stretched out her hand taking hold of her brother’s skinny five inch cock.  She grinned big but her brother was still pissed—so she twisted his member to get a reaction other than the one he had.
	“OW!” he yelled.  “Just for that—” he bounded up quickly pushing his sister’s legs open and rammed his rod to Susan’s butthole shooting a glare to Amy who was watching with wide shocked eyes.
 	“Turn around and play with your dolls, baby!”
	“Yeah!” said Susan, “We know you don’t want to watch us!”
 	The little girl pouted then turned in a humph and turned her back to the bed.  She began undressing one of her dolls being sulled up as possible.  Susan gave her brother a wink; Skyler cinched himself up against his sister’s ass driving his five incher into her pussy.  It had been there before—but actually, not that often (just recently.)
	Nine year old Amy turned her head to watch; she pursed her lips and her eyes widened all the more.  “WHOA!” she murmured aloud.
	“Ooooh, oooooh, oooooooh yeah,” quivered Susan, “do it—do it—DO IT!”
	Funny, she sounded just like her Mother!
	Skyler winked to Amy and drove his cock all the way into Susan’s quim.
	“Is it really in her?” Amy queried.
	“Yep!” the handsome thirteen year old beamed and reveled in the pure joy of fucking pussy—it WAS a damn sight better than jerking off.
	Still holding a doll, Amy came up on her knees to the side of the bed to get an Up Close and Very Personal viewing of her brother and sister coupling.
	“Don’t even think about it!” Susan piped almost angrily.  “I don’t care what Mom said.” She seemed to be directing her statement to her cunt pumping brother,
 	“Amy’s too little.  Besides, something won’t go her way and next thing you know “MOM!  MOM!” Amy began to pout and close to crying.  Susan added salt to the proverbial wound adding “She’s IS too much of a baby to play with us.”
 	Skyler thought the amount of disparaging ridicule was a bit harsh.
 	Amy, however, held fast and kept trying to see the exactness of her brother’s doings.  It was way more than what he usually just did—which was just blatant out and out jerking off in front of her—well, not IN her face but in her presence.  The only other “couple” of time he and Susan had coupled had been when Amy had been at their grandparents or asleep and the horny brother and sister did their coupling in the bathroom and one time outside in the backyard.
 	“I wanna’ play!”
 	“You’re too little.” Susan said, “You’ll chicken out as soon as we got started.” 
 	“Nut-uh!”
	“Uh-huh.” Amazing to be carrying on such a conversation while getting boinked by your brother.
	“You haveta let me play!” whined the small sixty-five pound girl, “Mom said so!”  The young girl’s tone showed that she was serious (and getting mad).
	Skyler, although not getting his nuts off, pulled out of his sister very flagrantly exposing his boyhood to his young immature sibling.  Susan frigged herself with her ass still in the air then rolled onto her side before sitting up tucking her legs beneath her.  She sighed.
 	“I don't know—” she said thinking her sister’s demand over, “Maybe…”
 	“Oh please!  I wanna’ play big games, too!” 
	“Well, okay, you can play I guess,” Susan said reluctantly—but hiding a quirky smile and looking to her brother, “IF it’s alright with Skylery.”
 	Skyler shrugged, “Whatever.”
	“Yay!” and Amy started climbing onto the bed—
 	“You gotta take off your clothes, first!”
 	Surprising her brother and sister—and the snooping parents plus one, Amy didn’t even pause a second—she whipped off her summery kiddie dress in one fluid swoop.  Unlike sister Susan, though, Amy wore panties.  She shucked them quickly and Skyler had wood to spare.
 	Skyler’s cock started throbbing and possibly bigger.  Precum soiled the tip of his cock.  The boy started to do that thing that had firstly annoyed his little sister causing her to run out of the room screaming “MOM!  MOM!  He’s doing it again!” Susan shook her head, “Let her do it.”
	“Do what?” Amy asked unknowingly.
	 “Do like I do.” and Susan put her fingers about her brother’s cock.
	Amy’s eyes bulged again with her mouth opened just as wide.
 	“How come I gotta touch his thing?”
	“See?” Susan bitched directing her voice to her brother, “I knew she was too little for to play with us.  Go back and play with your dollies!”
 	“No!  Please, Suzy, I can do it!” and the youngest sibling grabbed her brother’s prick and began doing what he did on a daily basis.
 	“Do it gently, softly.” Susan schooled. 
 	Skyler was having a hell of a time; both his sisters were NAKED on his bed with him and HE was naked, too!  AND they were playing willingly with his cock!  How WOW was that!?
	After much ado about handling her brother’s cock it was time for advanced brotherly pleasure—sucking!  Susan, of course, showed Amy how it was done and then it was her turn.  Skyler was in his glory!  Observing parents were beside themselves and as horny as ever!
	“Ooooh, it’s icky!” spurted Amy.  The little girl with soft dark hair screwed up her face and wasn’t so much into the “advanced” deed of brotherly love.  Skyler grinned and grinned and upon rearing his head back hit the wall!  Susan laughed and Amy sat back awaiting the next big kid play.

	“Lay down.” Susan told her sister.  Amy laid out on the bed, Skyler’s eyes were all over her—sure he had seen her naked plenty of times but this time was different.  In the parental unit bedroom and Daddy Lucas’ eyes were on his young daughter, too.
	Surprising everyone, Susan “went down” on Amy licking her hairless pussy getting the little girl to giggle, squirm, and pee some.  Skyler caressed Susan’s ass as she did so and got even more harder (if that was possible).  Susan moved out of the way and the horny boy applied his own tongue to the young girl’s cunt happily lick-lick-licking away.
	The black haired little girl was all a squirming giggle.  Susan just sat with her hands folded between her legs giggling watching her brother and seeing bits of sperm juice from his cock.  It wouldn’t be long now…

	“Do you think he’ll do it?” Jan asked curiously.
	“Looks like.” Lucas replied.  His own manhood sufficiently hard enough to break bricks, nestled nicely between’s his wife’s legs and ultimately into her bothered snatch.  The two watched intimately the goings on in the kids’ room on the 9-inch black/white monitor.

	Skyler licked all over Amy’s pussy; it was musty and there was the slight hint of “pee” that he didn’t like but licking pussy was cool just the same.  After licking there was only one more thing to do.  Susan sat at Amy’s head, nodding her head, eyes gleaming.  It was time.
	“Ok,” Susan said, “here comes the best part.”
	Skyler moved up settling himself between his little sister’s legs.
	“What’s he going to do, Suze?” Amy asked being oblivious.
	“Don’t worry, it’s gonna feel good.”
	Skyler winced, ‘you shouldn’t lie to her, the first time isn’t so great.’
	Susan shrugged off her brother’s concerns and Skyler didn’t further care.
	As carefully as he could, Skyler began gliding his fuck stick up and down Amy’s pussy very gingerly guiding himself into her crevice.  She was a virgin and of a small body.  Amy tensed as her brother’s brotherly love tool pressed inward toughing her intact hymen.
	Then, with a mighty push, the breach was made and the fuck was on.
	Amy made a little yelp, Susan held her hand while the little girl’s other hand clung tightly to the bedding.  Skyler entered her fully and began to pump slipping out a couple of times being not expert about the deed.  The event was a tense one with Amy looking almost as shocked as her brother.  

 	Soon, though, the little girl started to respond.  Her breathing got faster and faster; her tight little pussy crack got redder, fuller, moister; she started thrashing about wildly yelping now and then in discomfort but not to the degree where there was alarm.  
 	The blond girl let her sister squirm all she wanted.  A few minutes later, though, and the little sister spoke up again sounding a little nervouos,
 	“I don’t know about this, Suzy, my cunny feels all weird and stuff.
 	“Don’t freak out now, sister,” warned Susan, “that’s what’s supposed to happen anyway.”
 	“Oh.” replied Amy.
 	Skyler went on—and on—and on some more finally cumulating into a gracious orgasm that blew away his little sis.  The boy fucked hard and came harder totally blowing his mind.  He shuddered all over and pulled out shooting a huge strand of spunk as he did so.
 	Amy was scared to the point of being frightened when she saw the blood.
 	“You stabbed me!” she cried.  Susan had a tough time consoling her sister,
 	“That’s what’s supposed to happen.”
 	“Nut-uh!” cried out the freshly fucked Amy.
 	 “Didn’t it feel good?” Susan quizzed.
 	“NO!” bitched back the broken sibling.
	“It didn’t?”
	Amy pouted, shoulders dropped, “Well, maybe a little.” But the blood coating her pussy and that on her brother’s prong was a big turn off.
	“The more you do it—the better it feels.”
	“Honest?”
	“Honest.”
	Honest!

	Into the hall bathroom for a gang shower.
	After the showering it was drying off time.  Then, with Amy on the floor amass the mass of towels, Skyler positioned himself onto the youngest sibling for her second fucking.  In the shower, Skyler had butt boned Susan—this after soaping up his prick!
 	Leaning forward very slowly Skyler gently felt his prick push into the nine year old a half inch at a time.  There were new feelings he was experiencing blowing his mind over and over.  Cupping his hand to Amy’s ass he very gingerly once more (with feeling) penetrated her.  Between his persistent pressure and Amy’s wiggling about he went in quite easily and the Second Fucking was a done deal.

 	There were far less “Oooohs” and “Ohs”,  whines, and whimpers.  The even began to show signs that she liked it!  The girl beneath him began to buck.  Skyler felt strange feelings, a tingling in his toes, his hair tingling, and yea, his prick was tingling!
 	Suddenly, Amy gave a shriek; she wrapped her arms and legs around him cling to him madly and she started throwing her hips into him as fast and as furious as her little lithe body could do.  Seconds and she was exclaiming all sorts of foul language as her first “release” was born.

 	“Oh, shit, wow!” exclaimed Amy.
	“Ditto!” breathed a very sweated and exhausted Skyler.
 	All three lay on the bathroom floor for several minutes catching their breath. 
 	Amy lay fingering her gooied cunt, sometimes smiling, mostly with a dazed/glazed look on her face.  “Son-of-a-bitch!” she ultimately muttered.  This only caused her brother and sister to giggle, snort, and laugh out loud.
 	“Well, Amy,” Susan said at length, “how do you like playing Grown Up with us?” 
	“I like it!” beamed the child.  “We have to do it again!” and again and again…

*

	“Oh my God!” muttered Jan, “Aren’t they amazing!?”
	Lucas had to agree—“Amazing.”  Amazing more was the stiffness of his prick.  He swore it had never been so hard!  Jan loved it.  Her fingers went nicely about the pulsing prong—and then her mouth.  There was no monitor of any sort in the hall bathroom so when the kids had left the bedroom and the shower came on—Jan and Lucas took a sneak peak to see the goings on.
	Of course, the shower curtain prevented the absoluteness but a good guess was good enough.  The parental units hurriedly hurried back to the bedroom for more one-on-one frolicking—missing out on the bathroom floor festivities.

	There were bedroom festivities, too.
	Skyler, having had his cock refreshed and then some eagerly awaited the chance to delve back into his little sister’s tight cunt.  First, though, he had to satiate his other sister—which was just as good.  They hadn’t fucked all that much so her pussy was deliciously tight and snug.  Skyler fervidly with passion licked out the girl’s snatch box.  She wiggled and giggled; her nipples stiffened and Skyler’s bone went sliding nicely into her sex.

	Skyler grunted as his cock stretched out to the limit inside his sister’s cunt; Susan moaned and her delicious little body undulated as she was more than pleased.  Her hands were on her brother’s ass holding him firm; soon her legs wrapped about his legs and serious fucking was commencing.
	Soon and a great wash of Skyler’s seed spewed into Susan’s love tunnel.  A few more humps and the incestuous deed was done.  Skyler had an instant headache but it was tolerable.  His cock—his love tube, smoldered.  He grinned as he pulled out; as soon as the super-super sensitive crown was free of the super tight gash another amazing explosion of brotherly love cream erupted from his cock totally covering Susan’s cunt and belly.
	Skyler rolled onto his back heaving; his love tube kind of limped out still emitting a bit of left over cum.  Susan pulled herself up a swathe of sweat—sex sweat.  “Son-of-bitch!” she exclaimed.  She was mindless and could only sit, breathe, and sweat.
	“Can we do it some more?” chirped little Amy.
	“Good grief!” blurted Skyler.  He had always wanted to fuck but sheesh!
	“You can if you suck him till he’s hard.” Susan said.
	“Ewewewe---spew!” the little girl replied—“It’s just been in where you pee!”
	Skyler giggled; Susan shook her head—she still reeled from the effects of getting laid.  “Either suck him till he’s hard or never suck him again!” bitched the older girl.  “Besides, it gets better the more you do it.”
	Amy doubted that—but then again, she wasn’t sure.
	There was a little grossness to the deed of sucking a cock freshly pulled from the recesses of a swampy twat.  Amy didn’t much care for it but eventually devoured the saucey dong and was moved into a 69er position.  Both elder brother and sister then played with her ass—fingering the hole, licking the hole, spanking the ass—until Skyler’s cock was indeed “hard.”
	Susan’s delirium had lessoned.  Once her brother’s amazing cock was hard again she had them position themselves Missionary-like.  Skyler glided his hard bone up and down Amy’s nine year old poon—but his eyes eyed his eleven year old sister’s cunt as well.
	With extreme slowness, Skyler entered into Amy’s cunt once more.
	Amy clenched, made a face, Susan farted.
	“Nice.” Skyler chided.
	In and in, further along, further along—the brotherly tool of love slithered the full five inches and began pumping thereafter.  “Goddamn this is good!” he said out of character.
	“Don’t let Mom hear you say that!”

	Skyler shrugged it off and though he wanted to fuck his sibling slowly—he couldn’t.  When the “good feelings” came there was no slow process; it was all speed up as the tingling feelings incited enormous amounts of intense pleasure.  Each plateau attained was only an illusion; like climbing a mountain—once to the top (so you think) there’s another mountain just beyond.
	But in the case of fucking one’s little sister, though; there was no Valley or Gully to go down into—there was only the increasing threshold of UP UP and UP!  He could feel his seed surging thru his cock splashing into his sister’s cunt.  There were waves upon waves of concentrated gratification that escalated on and on and on until finally—
	The elusive plateau whereas a magnificent cum blast ensued.
	It was impressive.
	That’s when the door opened.  Skyler was just delivering the last thick white gobs of incestuous brotherly love when the door opened and there stood Mom and Dad—also naked.
 	Not a big deal, really, to see their parents nude—everyone went naked in the house at one time or another.  Their mother stood in the doorway and stared at her naked children who were all sweaty and with the “deer in the headlights” look.
 	Skyler wavered a half assed smile but felt a cold stirring along his backside.  He sort of knew that he was sort of in for it.  “Oh shit!” he said and sat up from his sister’s heaving sweaty body.  A HUGE strand of cum there was from his cock, another had exploded from the piss slit shooting up the little girl’s body.
 	“Well,” said the kids’ Mother, “isn’t this a nice mess?”
	No one could speak.
	Sperm dripped from Lucas’ cock—he pressed it up against his naughty wife’s ass, nuzzled her shoulder with his chin, then cast his eyes to his naked children—‘specially to his daughters.
	“Wow.” murmured Amy, “That was amazing!”
	Susan blushed and giggled, Skyler bowed his head and lightly flopped his aching smoldering schlong.
	“Let’s get washed up for dinner.” Jan said.
	“Maybe a shower!” amended their Dad.

	Dinner was an entertaining feat; usually there was banter to beat all.  Skyler was pensive expecting some sort of punishment or retribution or something from his parents.  But so far—nothing.  Maybe after dinner.  But he was confused ‘cause both parental units had shown up at the door—naked.
 	That had Skyler off guard.
 	Yeah, he had seen his Mom and Dad naked; no big deal.  But this time it was different.  How and he wasn’t sure.  It just was.
	“I don’t think they’re mad.” Susan had said while the three kids once more showered together.
	“You don’t think so?  How come?”
 	“Well, ‘cause they were naked, too!”
	Sort of made sense.
	“Besides, if they were pissed off we’d be in for it right off.”
	After supper the kids did the cleanup and there was ice cream for dessert.
	“So you guys had a good time in your room after all, huh?” Lucas asked of his behaving children.
	They all nodded.
	“I’m glad to hear it.”
	The tone of his Dad further confused Skyler—was he pissed off or not.
	“Can we still do it, play Grown Up?” Amy asked.
	“Did you like it?” her Mother asked.
	Amy bounced as she spoke and ate her ice cream, “Oh, yes!  It was amazing!” she went on to babble thereafter—as per the norm for this particular child.
	“Well, then, all good to go there!” beamed Lucas.  He smiled and leaned back; daughter Susan was a little mystified, too; she leaned against her Daddy clad in a yellow tank top and short-shorts polishing off her dessert.  She was in deep thought—and forgot to squash the pesky fart that suddenly arrived.
	“SUSAN!” chastised her Mother, “Don’t fart on your Father!”
	Susan was greatly embarrassed—and before she could get away her giggling Father grabbed her pulling her onto his lap.  There ensued a wiggle fit followed by the sudden emergence of the Tickle Monster!
	Jan shook her head; the kids all tackled the Tickle Monster and there was family bliss.  Collecting the dishes, Jan merged to the kitchen and cleaned up a little before returning to the living.
	“Come on, Mom,” said Skyler, “Help us defeat the Tickler!”
	Jan smiled but declined to join in.
	The kids and the Tickle Monster played on; Jan slipped out of the room to her bedroom.  Lucas came in half an hour later shaking his head,
	“Damn, those kids can wear a guy out!”
	“In more ways than one!” smirked Jan.
	“Whattya mean?” chortled an exhausted Lucas.
	“Well, I’m just guess here, but me thinks Susan wants you.”
	Lucas paused, “Huh?”
	Jan lay nakedly on the bed methodically fingering her sex,
	“You know what I mean.”
	Lucas blinked his eyes; he lay on his stomach right up against his wife.
	“You don’t mean—”
	“Yes, I do.”
	“H-how did you CUM to this conclusion?  She tell you?”
	“No, but I know she does.”
	“Hmmm.”
	“I think it’s time we stepped up the Grown Up play stuff.”
	Lucas mused and snuggled against his naughty conniving wife.
	“I need a little break first.”
	Jan was for that.  Both parents snuggled and slipped into a restful sleep.
	In the kids’ bedroom—

	On her hands and knees Susan wiggled and couldn’t help clenching as Skyler entered her asshole.  Amy lay beneath her having an incredible eye view.  The girls had been 69ing and that got their brother hard.  The boy was still plagued with disturbing thoughts he didn’t care to share.  Seeing his siblings naked with Susan’s ass wriggling in the air temporarily took his mind thoughts to different lanes.
	Susan clutched her brother’s balls as his cock slid into her hole; Amy was awed that he was in her “where she poops from!”  It didn’t much matter to Skyler—‘a hole’s a hole!’
	There wasn’t a significant amount of sperm—the boy had cum more in one day than he had ever!  There was the “feeling” of cumming and that was good.  Sitting back on his heels he stared oddly at his sister’s shitter as it slowly closed back to normal.  Skyler then slipped out of the room to the bathroom.
	Susan set up for a moment—waiting.  When she didn’t hear the toilet flush and her brother didn’t return in five minutes—“he either fell in or something’s wrong.”
	She found her brother sitting in the shower; the night light was the only light providing illuminessensce; he had cleaned his “dirty” dong and was sitting legs out methodically fondling himself.
	“What’s up, homey?” Susan asked slowly encroaching upon his space.
	Skyler shrugged—a typical response.  “I dunno.”
	Susan sighed, it wasn’t often they had personal moments—he had lost his best friend the year before in a tragic off-road vehicle accident and she had been there when he sat in the shower then, too.
	“Wanna talk about it?” she knew the answer would be NO; and she was right.  He was in DEEP THOUGHT; bothered by something.
	“You ok with playing Grown Up with Amy?”
	He nodded Yes.
	“She likes it, too.” Susan stated.
	She had no idea what was bugging her brother.
	Boys!
	“You know you can tell me anything.” She tried again.  Settling in the crappy green tile shower she folded her legs sitting opposite him.  It didn’t figure ‘cause just minutes earlier and he was happy-happy humping his sisters and all.
	Then,
	“Did you see Mom and Dad earlier?”
	Susan raised an eyebrow, ‘What?’
	“I mean, at our room, before dinner.”
	Susan reflected back, “Oh, yeah, ok, so?  And?”
	Skyler shook his head, she didn’t get it—and he wasn’t sure that he did, either.  Wrinkling his nose he said, “Forget it.” 
	“What’s wrong?” Susan persisted.
	“Nothing—I guess.” He was on the verge of getting pissed off.
	Susan sighed; with her knees up she rested her chin on them, arms clamped about her legs, staring at her moody brother.
	“I wish you’d talk to me.” she complained.
	Skyler shrugged, “I-I don’t even know, Suze, I just don’t.”
	Susan decided not to push it.  “Ok; so you gonna stay in here all night?”
	Another shrug.
	“You want me to stay with you?”
	“Nah, you better go to bed.”
	“Only if you come with me.” The girl reached out for her brother taking his hand practically dragging him out of the shower.  Out of the shower and back to their bedroom.  Skyler flopped onto his bed and was joined by his pesky sister.  They lay still and quiet with some fresh air streaming in thru the open window.
	At length, Skyler sighed and farted.
	“Better?” Susan asked.
	Skyler giggled—and shrugged.
	“Can I ask you something?”
	Susan took a turn at shrugging, “Ok.”
	“You saw Mom and Dad naked at the door earlier; what’d you think?”
	Susan rolled her eyes thoughtfully, ‘what the fuck you getting at?’ she sighed and struggled to ascertain what the hell was wrong with her brother.
	“Uhm, I dunno, what?”
	“Did you happen to notice that they were NAKED!?”
	“Well, yeah, duh!”
	“And that didn’t bother you?”
	Susan shook her head being confused, “Uh, NOOOO, see them naked alla the time.”
	“That’s not it.” Skyler squeaked.
	“I don’t get it.”
	Skyler paused—he wasn’t sure he did, either.
	The kids snuggled—Susan farted.  Sleep soon followed.

	In the parental bedroom—
	“You want to bone her, don’t you?”
	Lucas tightened as his massive fuck stick pulsed inside his wife’s incredible cock pleasing cunt.
	“Inasmuch as YOU want Skyler’s cock in you!”
	Jan said nothing but clutched her husband as wave after wave of serious good feeling swept over her.  Her hardened nipples were on fire as much as was her cunny.  Lucas was a good lover—damn good lover.  As Lucas’ cock filled to capacity his wife’s pussy his mouth engulfed her mouth.  Their tongues meshed and Lucas’ fully lay on his wife moving only his hips and thusly his thrust machine.
	It was a fantastic way to fuck.  It also helped that the “thrust machine” thrusting in her thrust receptacle was of some prominent size.  As he pumped and smooched he also made murmurings.  At first they were inaudible but Jan was able to pick out “Susan” and “Amy” well enough.

	“IT’S YUCKY!”
	“Get used to it!”
	Amy, though, shook her head—sperm was NOT something she was going to get used to—it was YUCKY!
	Susan giggled and continued working her brother’s cock—already that morning (since sunrise) she had “worked” it in her pussy, asshole, and mouth—not in that order.  After little Amy had woken up—more Grown Up games!  Susan began teaching her little sis the fine art of Pleasuring.  
	“Guys like this,” Susan said schooling her sister, “start off gentle-like.” She took holt of her brother’s schlong and began pleasing it.  Skyler didn’t mind—not at all!  Amy followed her sister’s instructions; then went on to cup/fondle his balls before advancing to serious pleasing their brother’s cock.
	Once the boy’s cock was seriously hard it was on to Pleasuring 1A.
	Sucking!
	Amy was ok with the sucking part; she rolled her tongue about the head, diddled the piss slit, and slobbered down the shaft.  The end result, though, was Skyler’s blowing his load—in Amy’s mouth.
	“EWEWEWE!  IT’S YUCKY!”

	Amy wasn’t too keen on giving head—she was but not what happened at the end.  She DID, however, like being licked out.  She liked being fingered, lightly spanked, and fucked.  Boned up the butt was a little gross for her, too, though.  Susan didn’t mind—up the ass, in the mouth, against her titties, and especially—especially in her cunt.

 	Lucas was NOT worried that it wouldn't “feel good” to enter his little girls with his more than average cock; in fact, he was worried about just the opposite: that it WOULD feel good!  So good, in fact, that he wouldn’t be able to stop!  He want to sink hi spud into the girls over and over—and over and over.
 	But having an eight incher presented problems—Susan he might be able to get into but not Amy.  No way—no how.  Well, maybe, eventually—after her brother fucked her a few times opening her up a little.  The contemplation of boning his own girls—wow, that was a mind boggler.  And what was more—his wife was ok with it!  His WIFE was ok with it!
	The following night—
	The kids were marched into their parents’ bedroom—no one had any clothes on.  Jan lay out on the bed and Skyler just couldn’t keep his eyes off of her.  During the day he finally had given in and told his sister what had been bothering him—
	“It was Mom—Mom standing there naked.”
	“You’ve seen Mom naked before.”
	“Yeah, but not like she was then.  It was different, it was—was bolder, right in front of me; not casual like I usually see her.”
	Susan nodded.  She understood.  Kind of like he was jerking off in front of Amy—sure she had seen her brother nude plenty of times, but the sheer blatancy of him playing with himself RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER made the difference.
	“And you,” Skyler shrugged, “what’d you think about seeing Dad?”
	Strangely, Susan hadn’t thought of it much.  Like Skyler, she had seen her parents naked—casually.  It was no big deal.  Then she did think about it—thanks to Skyler.  After thinking some, mulling it over some, the pretty girl with budding breasts who hadn’t even gotten her first period yet, 
	“Can I ask you something?”
	“Of course.”
	The day was hot; it was summer and every day until Fall was going to be HOT.  The kids sat out on the covered back porch while their parents were at work and Amy at a friend’s house.
	“Well, it’s not a question really, just that—”
	“What?”
	Susan sighed deeply, pursed her lips, held her mind, then—
	“Well, I sometimes sort of kind of think about Daddy.”
	“What does that mean?”
	Susan was annoyed, she wanted to avoid coming out and saying what she really meant—it was embarrassing.
	“Well, it’s just that sometimes I think about me and Daddy.”
	“You mean—you and Daddy doing what you and me do?”
	The pretty blond haired girl nodded, yeah.
	“Cool.” however, “I don’t think it’ll happen.”
	“Why not?”
	“Well, for one thing—his COCK is huge!”
	His cock was HUGE!

	Back to the bedroom—
	The girls lined up on one side—lone boy Skyler on the other side.
	The girls eyed their Daddy’s BIG dick!  It was hard—seldom had they ever seen their Daddy’s dong in such a manner.  It was impressive—if not frightening.  Whether or not Skyler had seen his Dad’s dick in such a way was not known; his attention was on his naked Mom anyways.
	Lucas hammered his cock a few times before slapping it against his wife’s cunt.  Jan lay sprawled, a little pensive, but willing to put out for the show.  Husband Lucas couldn’t keep from grinning.  His masterful cock masterfully entered her and he pumped well keeping his body up at an angle so as the children could see.
	Skyler had wood.
	Lucas’ eyes darted from his wife’s face to his girls—giving his cock even more strength than ever before.  Just seeing them naked so up close drove him insane.  While playing Tickle Monster he copped feels of the girls’ asses and had one hell of a time keeping himself from rubbing on them.
	Susan stood fingering herself eyeing the goings on on the bed; Amy stood with mouth agape with her beautiful little eyes focused straight on her Daddy’s cock.  Occasionally she darted her eyes to her brother’s bone for comparison.  There was no comparison.
	On and on it went until finally—
	SPURT!  A gargantuan amount of jiz spewed and spewed and spewed.
	Jan was still in the throws of her orgasm and thrashed about—her hands wildly flailing, nipples HARD, sweating, gyrating, trembling and shuddering as wave after wave of sensational orgasmic feelings ravaged her.  At one point her flailing left hand snagged her son’s raging boner.
	What to do—what to do when your hand grabs an erect wiener?
	Play with it of course!
	Lucas sat back on his heels panting—he wasn’t totally spent but close.
	Then he saw what his wife was doing.
	The girls saw, too.
	Susan was in awe, some shock, then she giggled remember their private conversation in the bathroom in the dead of night—yea, secretly, Skyler wanted to FUCK his Mom.  At least once.  Susan wanted her Dad’s big dick in her—at least once.
	Amy just stood nakedly with eyes bulging having no thoughts but “Wow!”
	Slowly, Skyler was drawn onto the bed.  He nestled between his Mother’s legs and tried not to hurry about it but his eagerness was too much to hold off.  He was grinning literally ear to ear.  Like with his sister(s), he lay on his Mom guiding his missile into her crevice.  Jan ran her hands up and down her fine nude son’s arm whispering “Take me, baby, fuck your Momma!”
	What’s a boy to do with a command like that?
	With just the head of his cock in past the “lips” the excitement rose; tingling sensations abounded ten-fold.  Jan’s cock swallowed her son’s schlong in one big gulp.  She began to buck him as he began to fuck her.  Amy put her hands to her mouth as she couldn’t believe her eyes.  Susan grinned, fingered herself, and darted her eyes back and forth from her brother to her Dad and then her Mom, too.
	Skyler slipped out—maybe on purpose, and glided his steaming member against his Mom’s smoking snatch.  Then he went back in.  His arms were locked; his Mom caressed her errant son bucking him, smoothing her hands on his back, moaning, and secreting rivers of personal juices until she quivered all she could.
	Skyler went on to fuck another two minutes before releasing his own juices.
	“WOW!” he breathed and fell onto his heaving Mother.
	“That was a good one, son.” his Mom breathed, “Better than I imagined.”
	Jan’s hands went frantically over her son as waves of sexual bliss continued to seethe like a fire all over her.  They began to kiss and their lovemaking was not quite finished.  Lucas was all smiles, he stroked his monstrous meat stick and seemed to be admiring his son’s ass.  The girls continued their stance, continued to be in awe, continued looking to their brother, Mother, and their Daddy’s big dick.

	While laying beside their Mother, Susan got fucked first then Amy—by the brother.  Jan caressed her son’s ass as he put his johnson to his sisters; Lucas continued to caress his son’s ass (and stroke his massive cock just aching for a fucking!)
	The “ache” was satisfied when after Skyler and licked out his sisters and fucked them silly with the girls sucking his cock.  Neither girl was appalled at the task and neither girl could get their fingers about his cock, either!

	They seemed to delight in working his cock into a tizzy; they licked and lapped all over the massive member while their brother lay off to one side playing with himself—resting.  After much sucking—it was time.  Susan laid out with her legs spread WIDE—one draped over her Mother’s stomach while the other dangled off the side of the bed.  Lucas then gazed upon his child’s nakedness—bits of smega began to soil his prick.  There was no holding back.  Down he went licking and lapping, nipping the girl’s lips before finally—finally pressing his fully engorged cock against her brotherly fucked cunt.
	Somehow he managed to keep from letting his little girl have it all.  A thick wad of cum rippled through the shaft of his swollen prick before spitting into the preteen’s young vagina.  Thankfully he was able to fight down the urge to shove himself into her—there really was no way.  He knew that he could “stretch” her cunt out some but his massive dick was just too much for full penetration.
 	Just getting the head of his cock and an inch of shaft was possible.  As his cum squirted and her pussy juices flowed, though, a little more shaft worked its way in.  Susan’s eyes rolled, she arched her back and Lucas’ focus was on her budding young breasts.
 	Suddenly he began to spaze; Susan began to shriek words that were unintelligible—plus a slew of cursing including “FUCK ME, GODDAMMNIT!  FUCK ME!”
 	The family was awe and bemused at the girl’s antics.  And so what was a father to do with a request like that?  He smiled and after pulling out and smacking Susan’s cunt, gliding his pulsing prong up and down her trench, he plunged inward going three inches—then four! before both she and he submitted to the most outlandish orgasm ever!  Ever!
 	Susan’s womb filled with incestuous sperm.  With his cock still hard and his sperm making a fine lubricant, Lucas Bliss got another inch into his eldest daughter and the determination was on from there.
 	Lucas sat back; panting, heaving, delirious.  Spunk continued to ooze out of his massive Daddy dick.  Jan scrambled up, took hold of the squirting prong and began sucking it.  Son Skyler behind her observed casually but mostly gawked at his Mom’s ass.  His cock restiffened and he caught a look from his sister, Susan.  She was smiling—glowing!
 	Lucas felt his prick pulse and pulse again and yet even MORE cum spewed forth filling his wife’s mouth.  She was good.  Holding his musty sweaty nuggets she manipulated him until spewing forth his delicious seed.  She blew everyone (figuratively speaking) as she somehow—somehow managed to engulf the WHOLE manly manhood!

  	Susan scrambled over her Mother (when she laid back down) and lay on her brother—who was ever the ready horny again.  They didn’t fuck, though, they were too busy watching as their Dad “went down” on their little sister.
	“Is he gonna fuck her, too!?” Skyler whispered to his sister.
	She shrugged—it was a wait and see.  Skyler hadn’t fucked Amy’s cunt all that much—he was able to get in and pump well but he was pretty sure he hadn’t broken in his little sib all that much—not enough for their Dad’s BIG dick.
	Lucas deeply desired to penetrate Amy but the nine year old was just too small.  He had to be satisfied with humping against her.  In that, he did manage by session’s end to get the head of his cum squirter into her crevice.   A goodly amount of his fatherly love (cream style) helped make it possible for the penetration of the man’s entire cock head but she required more “stretching.”  And aging.  Another year—and a whole lot of more fucking from her brother and Lucas probably could get some inches of shaft into her.
	Later on and the kids were discussing the events in their parents’ bedroom.
	“I wanted Daddy to play Grown Up with me!” complained Amy.
	“He will,” Susan cooed, “but he’s too big and you’re too small!”
	“He doesn’t want to hurt you.” added Skyler.
	Amy was disappointed and pouted.
	“You just need more broken in, stretching.” said Susan.
	“How am I going to do that?” cried the little girl.
	Susan and Skyler grinned—
	“It’s going to be a lot of work.” Susan said dryly.
	“I don’t mind!” sparked Skyler.
	“I bet you don’t!” piped his sister shaking her head.
	“What are you guys talking about it?” said a clueless Amy.
	“Skyler’s gonna have to play Grown Up with you—a lot so as Daddy can get his thingy into you proper.”
	“Oh.” the little girl said thinking.  When she realized what it meant (finally) she brightened up saying, “Ok, then let’s get to it!”
	Susan rolled her eyes and Skyler grinned.

	Lucas and Jan were having their own conversation.  Lucas was greatly disappointed that he couldn’t get his monster schlong into Amy.
	“I don’t want to hurt her.” he proclaimed.
	“She’s such a small child, it might be awhile,” cooed his wife, “but don’t worry too much, dear,” she smiled, “I’m pretty sure that the kids are working on stretching that little cunt of hers out.”
	Lucas smiled and lay cuddling beside his oh so naughty wife.
	“You know, I’m not using protection.”
	“Protection?” he knew what that meant; there were limited protection measures that fit Lucas’ massive monstrosity so it was up to Jan to use various implements to prevent pregnancy.
	“You gave Suze a LOT of your seed.”
	“Skyler’s been doing her a lot, too—BOTH of them!”
	Jan patted her husband’s chest—“could be interesting times around here.”
	Lucas’ sought sleep—and was not denied.

*

La etranglement
	With his mouth down on his Mom’s hairless cunt—Skyler Bliss was getting more than he bargained for—with his Dad’s monstrous dick shoved most the way in his ass.  It was alright, though, he had crapped HUGE turds before and experimented with trying to cram a long neck beer bottle up his hole—just to see what it was like to be “gay.”
	After boning his Mom while his Dad was at work—they were busted.  Jan had been ultra horny and after she had come home from tutoring special needs children and running errands she flew out of her clothes and pulled her son to her room saying “you gotta do me—NOW!”
	Skyler had no problem with that—in the time between when a parental unit would come home and the kids themselves were home—there was fucking going on—and on and on and on.  After a quick shower and he was ready again.  Amy wanted fucked—fucked—fucked.
	“I want to be ready for Grown Up with Daddy!” she exclaimed.
	Skyler was only too happy to oblige—but his cock sort of paid the price.
	His Mom was horny—wow!  Skyler didn’t even get to dry off from his shower when he was dragged into her room.  She was nude and insatiable.  Skyler was just nude.
	“Ooooh, what a lovely piece of meat!” Jan exclaimed; she took her son’s offering, played with it, worked it till it was damn hard, sucked the near life out of it, then guided it to her hot and very bothered cunt.  “Fuck me, son, fuck your Momma!”
	Skyler sheepishly complied and boned his Mom righteously.
	After he had cum in her he lay on her sucking her titties.  Jan caressed his backside cooing to him.  His cock sizzled against her pulsing pussy; somehow she was amazingly still tight in the crack.  Sure, it wasn’t as tight as say Susan or Amy but it was pleasing enough to get the young boy off.

	Then, after dear ole Dad came home, there was socializing and dinner.
	“I’ve got some good news!” he said beamingly, little Amy plopped onto his lap and he held her tightly.
	“That idea I had for the boss has been approved!”
	“Oh!  Dear, that’s wonderful news!” applauded Jan.
	“Wait!  There’s more!” he beamed even more and snuggled the child on his lap.  “I’ve got a promotion AND a bonus!”
	The family was all up in uproar.
	Later on, “How MUCH of a bonus?”
	“Enough for a new car, TV, pay off some bills, and—AND put a down payment on that house we want!”
	Jan about shit.
	Well, she came anyways—while hubby was boning her he gave her the news she had been wanting to hear and her pussy clamped onto his dick with intense excitement.  Skyler soon joined in as his Mom’s cunt was in dire need to get fucked.  Lucas’ cock was more than satisfying but the time had come for something a little extra.  Son Skyler didn’t have a big dick like his Father but maybe it would grow—eventually.
	Later on and Skyler was mouthing his Mom’s cunt.  Daddy Lucas behind him caressing the boy’s ass.  Skyler had already boned his Mother once that day; he had fucked both his sisters, boned Susan’s ass, and was pretty worn out for any further shenanigans.  But he was willing to please and please he did.
	He wasn’t quite prepared, though, for his Father’s shenanigans.  While eating out his Mom’s twat, Skyler suddenly felt his Dad’s finger touching his hole.  Fingering his own hole was one thing, shoving a long necked bottle up his bum was one thing—but what his Dad was doing was quite different (if not alarming.)
	Still, though, Skyler let it be and tolerated the fingering.
	The fingering, though, lapsed into something more—a lot more.
	Like with Amy, Lucas managed the head and just a bit of shaft into his son’s possibly virgin asshole.  Determination, though, prompted him to continue the assault but only to the point whereas he knew he was too much for the boy.  Skyler’s cries of discomfort were muffled by his Mother’s muff.  Lucas sat back and fondled his son’s dangling balls as well as stroked the boy’s almost six incher.
	Soon and Jan was ultra horny again and pulled her son into “FUCK ME!” mode.  Skyler entered his Mother and quickly forgave his Dad’s rear attack.  
	“Why don’t you go “tuck” the girls in.” Jan stated as her son started to get her juices going.  Lucas smiled, “That’s a good idea!” and slipped out of the room.
	“Are you upset with your Father?” Jan asked before she got sexually riled.
	“No.” but in a way he kinda was—
	“Don’t be, he was just—”
	“I know what he “just was”—” Skyler said.
	He would have said more about how he felt about possibly being buggered by his own Dad but he started to choke and gag.
	His Mom snickered, “Come on, now, son, I know my pussy wasn’t all THAT bad!”
	Still, though, Skyler choked with his eyes bulging as if there was a serious problem.  And there was.  There was only the bedside table lamp on providing light—and not much at that.  Jan didn’t realize there was a problem until her son’s lifeless body collapsed on her and she couldn’t get a rise out of him for nothing.
	“Skyler?  Skyler?” she called and began pushing him.  Panic began to ensue as Skyler wasn’t responding.  In a quick burst she managed to push the boy off.  Straddling her son she began to push on his chest, checking for a pulse and completely confounded as to what was wrong.
	Then she herself began to choke and struggle for breath…

	“Oooooh!  Daddy!  It’s sooooo big!” and it was.  Little Susan’s nipples were the hardest ever as the head of her Daddy’s cock disappeared into her sex (followed by several inches of tube).  Susan thrashed side to side, grimacing as she tried to take as much of her Daddy’s love tool as she could.
	Lucas felt a strange sensation—a new one as yet another inch manage to slither into his eleven year old daughter.  His other daughter, Amy, lay off to on her own bed, back to him, asleep.  Bringing Susan’s legs up on his chiseled chest he began an earnest thrust to shove in another inch.  There was some pumping, pulling out and grinding, and an amazement of just how much the girl was able to take!
	Then things got a little strange for Mr. Bliss.  His thoughts clouded and he felt the evening’s meal in his mouth.  He slung his head and griped the sides of the bed leaning further onto his child, bending her legs back to her to the point whereas the little girl finally blurted, 
	“Daddy!  That hurts!” whether or not she referred to his massive cock swelling in her cunny or the pressure of his massive body encroaching on hers was not known.  Nor did it matter.
	Suddenly and did the man just keel off to one side slumping onto the floor.
	Susan’s legs fell back to the bed and before she could react—she began to struggle for breath.  On the other bed, little Amy had already lost her breath.  Susan hadn’t lost ALL her breath—not yet.  The Strangler! lay on her, guiding into her his own cock.  It wasn’t as monstrous as the girl’s Daddy’s but it would do.  He pumped and pumped until he gave his all.  
	THEN little Susan stopped breathing.
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