August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 20
And the Saga Continues
And the Vignettes continue

That thing you do—do it again
“You there!  Fuck Off!  And when you get there, fuck off some more.  Fuck off until you get back here then fuck off again!”

The dastardly Dick Dastard dastardly dicks dastardly
	Biding her time—that’s all there was to do.  Anything else and the dastard bastard would take it out not on her but the others.  The others; her daughter, the two teenage girls, the two little boys—all suffered horrendously at the hands of the man.  She had hoped she had walloped him good enough earlier with the beer bottle—but apparently not and not hard enough.  So, she (Monica) would wait.  He would slip up, his time was coming; opportunity was waiting.
	In the meantime—
	Teenagers, Beverly and Lucy 69ed one another—much to the stoic pleasure of the naked bastard Monica so despised.  While the girls did their thing, he sat on his knees masturbating watching the girls with some statistic glee.  Then he began to smack the girl who was on top, Beverly.  Lucy, underneath, pulled Beverly’s cheeks open and her brother, Blake, was tasked to sodomizing the girl on top, Beverly.
	Monica clenched and closed her eyes—his time was coming.
	A few minutes of butt pumping and young Blake was done.  He was replaced by Beverly’s brother, Toby.  The handsome ten year old inserted his penis and semi happily “went after it” with some glee.  He was virtually mindless and not particularly aware of what he was doing—only deriving that he was deriving some pleasure from the doings (whatever it was.)
	He was spanked, too.
	Then, after cumming off, he was replaced by the sadistic naked man (who had a cock not much bigger than the one he was replacing!)  Monica pursed her lips and seethed contempt.  She saw the man having his balls ripped off followed by his cock.  Then, something long, hot, and hard being rammed repeatedly up his ass—preferably by some bloke named “Bubba”…

	After a while later and Beverly seemed in “distress” (she had to potty) the naked bastard let her out.  He went with her, of course, and Monica looked desperately for an opportunity.  She was too tired, though, to seize anything; her mind was too fucked, her body wracked, her thoughts obliterated.  The man returned, without Beverly, shut the sliding door, looked everyone over, then went forward to the cab where he fired up the truck’s engine and motored away.
	Beverly?

What happened next?  Well,
	Opportunity couldn’t come quick enough; Monica seethed immense contempt as the horrible man in her midst continued his outlandish sexual assaults on his unwilling passengers.  Although, Monica realized that they were all under the influence of the damnedable electronic Device.  But the man also seemed to use regular ‘force’; he was a menacing man—those eyes!  His stone face conveying great seriousness froze Monica’s heart and soul.  Regardless, Monica formulated “a plan.”

*

	A bloke gets a call from the police telling him that his house was robbed. The offenders had also consumed all of his Guinness and had raped his wife.  A moment of silence passes and the bloke says, “I can’t believe they raped her after only five pints!”
	Got this text from my uncle in Kent; it read.  “Can I stay at your house for a while?  The missis kicked me out after she caught me measuring my dick.
It just reaches the back of her sister’s throat!”
	I was banging this nice lady over her kitchen table when we heard the front door open.  She said, “Shit!  It’s me husband!  Quick, try the back door!”  Thinking back, I probably should have ran but you don't get offers like that every day!
	Me wife just came in and said, “I don't know if I am coming or going!”
	“I said to her, “Judging by the look on yer face, you’re going, ‘cuz when you’re coming, you look like a Down Syndrome kid trying to whistle!” Oh!

The Dastard dastardly dicks ‘em dickingly
	Her mind could only grasp (and retain) so much.  The rest was a blur.  The horror before her (good title!) was so brazenly brash that Monica could hardly contain it in her mind.  The horror!  The horror!  The dastardly dastard man, though, didn’t seem to particular “enjoy” his dastardly heinous acts of debauchery; it was more like just simply going thru the motions.  Or something.
	Spanking, however, he did seem to take pleasure in.  And spanking Lucy Beeinavan’s bare ass (with his bare hands) was more than pleasurable—he got off on it and seemed to reel in the deal.  But where was Beverly?  Monica knew there had been another girl—her brother, ten year old Toby quietly asked of her, too.  The naked man didn’t answer and Monica didn’t know.  She surmised that the girl had met an untimely fate.  She tried dismissing that possibility but the probability factor weighed too much.
	Toby and Lucy’s brother, seven year old Blake, also got in the spanking of Lucy’s bare behind—they also spanked Monica’s daughter, nine year old Elyssa.  The horrid naked man spanked the boys—and then Monica herself.
	And after spanking—fucking!

	Then, finale—
	Not unlike an orchestral crescendo the dastard one’s dastardly deeds cumulated to a point whereas Monica had to take matters into her own hands.  Enough was enough.  After a stop where Lucy was removed from the vehicle (and didn’t return when the naked dastard bastard did) Monica made her play—but not before a woman and her young daughter were thrown into the mix.
	The woman was a “refined” woman, a prominent woman, well dressed, well groomed.  She reeked of heavy perfume, designer clothing, very well styled professionally styled clothes; a strong Christian woman.  She was adorned with a few baubles, rings, typical “woman” attire jewelry.  And being petrified accompanied that attire.
	Nextly was her young daughter, Gloria, who was about ten.  Long blond hair, equally adorned with fashion, jewelry, and perfume.  She was also very frightened and had wet herself.  She wore a nice just below the knee dress, a very-very nice dress, knee socks, dress shoes—and wet panties!
	Monica basically held her breath—waiting, watching, seething.
	  	
	Victoria Neetslow was none too pleased to about her abduction; less pleased about learning “truths” from the lips of her precious daughter.  There was some doubt to the validity of what her ten year old was spewing—but she seemed to be spewing it with ease and was not known to be a liar.  Of course, her mind was perhaps manipulated by the naked man—the naked man and his assumed electronic device.  Perhaps.
	The whole situation was beyond the scope of Victoria’s comprehension.  She was out of her element and thrust into a horrid predicament she usually scoffed at—she was a religious woman, married to a religious man.  She was refined, of a good family, and well off.  Bad things did not happen to her sort of people.
	Well-
	“Do you play with your Daddy’s dick?” the horrid naked man asked openly.
	Little naked Gloria nodded and then answered “Yes.”  Gloria couldn’t breathe.  This wasn’t happening—this wasn’t happening!  Her breathing had stopped when seemingly on her own Gloria stood up and removed her dress; then her shoes, socks, and trainer.  Her panties were visibly “wet”.  The horrid naked man “tossed” her clothing out the door; re-shut the door then stood behind the girl masturbating.
	Gloria barely heard the question and couldn’t believe the answer.
	“Do you—KISS your Daddy’s dick?”
	“Yes.”
	Gloria then spilled that when alone with her Daddy, a prominent preacher who was nationally televised weekly, they played their special “games.”
	How special?
	The romped about the house naked; they chased each other in the church (when it was empty) naked; and got a room at a hotel “now and then” also.  Gloria “worked” her Daddy’s manhood until it was standing straight out—then she kissed it.  Then, after a time, she was taking the head of his manhood into her mouth.  Daddy also taught her how to diddle the piss slit—something that Victoria did “occasionally” but not often.
	There was also some spanking—Daddy’s bare hands to Gloria’s tender bare butt.  But not too hard.  They bathed together and then—then, on the bathroom floor Daddy dearest licked out her cunny.
	“It tickled!” claimed the little girl.
	He fingered her, tongued her a-hole—
	“Did your Daddy ever put his manhood into you?”
	Victoria was relieved to hear her daughter reply “No.” but he did grind his manhood there.  Almost as bad.  The horrid man seemed to have a gleam in his wicked dark eyes.  Kneeling down he slid Gloria’s panties down then helped her step out of them.  Victoria could only watch as the horrid-horrid man began fingering her daughter.  She tensed up so; a lump formed in her throat nearly choking her.  The man’s fingered-fingered-fingered Gloria who apparently was not aware of the fingering—she stared straight ahead not even screaming or being the least bit frightened.
	At length the boys Toby and Blake came into play; Gloria was laying down with her legs opened and the seven year old brother of the “missing” Lucy “went down” on the girl licking her pussy like it was a delicious treat.  And it was!  It was a little funky due to the girl’s recent pissing herself but the boy never minded the foulness and licked heartily until schooled into schlepping his schlong into the girl’s groove.

	She was, at least, a virgin—up to that point.
	Blake pumped, a little sloppy with his young inexperienced schlong slipping out now and then but he got the job done—breaking the little girl in sufficiently.  He was spanked whilst he pumped and when he stood up his young pecker coated with virgin juice was wiped clean with Gloria’s soiled undies.
	Then it was Toby’s turn.  He was three years older and with a bit more dick than Blake.  Gloria was the same age.  Her mother was beside herself with grief.  Monica closed her eyes and continued to wait.

	“Take off your clothes, panties first.”
	The words she heard didn’t make sense to her.  She knew them—but not in the context they were spoken to her.  Wrinkling her brow she shook her head—everything suddenly seemed to be as if she were in a canyon, or a cave—a deep dark dank cave where words said were echoes.
	Then, she saw her hands working her silk underpants down her legs.
	Cocking her head she conveyed “What the hell?”
	The naked man with a rail on sniffed the garment then sat back holding her daughter to him.  Victoria watched herself as she slipped off her dress, slip, and bra.  Monica held her breath and waited.
	It wasn’t the horrid naked man who sunk his bone into her—he was busy rubbing his bone all over Gloria’s pert little ass (between the legs, up the crack, too!)  Ten year old Toby got first dibs.  The boy was goaded (electronically) to straddle firstly the woman’s chest resting his schlong between her very bodacious ta-tas.
	Titty fucking 101  Victoria had never had a titty fuck let alone heard of such a thing.  Her brown eyes bulged wide in awe as the boy’s penis darted in and out between her breasts.  A slime coating of sperm coated the head of the boy’s prong—and again she heard words in her head “suck it.”
	There was a brief pause then the woman flicked her tongue to the boy’s piss slit proceeded by wrangling her tongue about the sensitive crown.  That was followed by wrapping her lips over the jutting pud and “sucking it.”
	Toby grinded hard his boy dick between the woman’s breasts—his mind was oblivious to some degree.  Some.  He was “aware” but then again not so much.  To Toby it was more like being in a dream.  A weird fucked up dream but a dream nevertheless.
	Minutes later and it looked like the fine upstanding Christian woman was stroking out—her had twitched as the same young boy she had sucked was now pumping off into her pussy.  Her fingers dug into the carpeting, her throat muscles tightened and her mind—obliterated.

	Blake took his turn fucking the woman’s titties while the dastard man took his turn in the woman’s cunt.  He made slow pumps; pulling out to plop his cock against her pussy and then for shock value lick Blake’s young ass as he was still poised on Victoria’s chest.
	Later on and Monica reeled as she put her mouth to Victoria’s cum soaked cunt.  Behind her and the dastard bastard sodomized her.  Sitting on the Christian woman’s face was Toby whose cum Monica was sucking up—along with the dastard bastard’s.
	Later-later on and Monica reeled as she squirmed on Victoria’s face being eaten out.  But it was so much as that act that made the young woman reel with seething rage as it was her nine year old daughter, Elyssa, was being double teamed by Toby (in her pussy) and Blake pounding away in her asshole.  Meanwhile, the dastard bastard masturbated beside them.
	
	She was numb to just about everything going on around her.  All she could do was wait; wait and watch.  The horror displayed before her slowly began to erode into her mind becoming less atrocious than it was—or had been.  Even the assault to her own daughter seemed less appalling than it should.  Clenching her fingers into the fibers of the carpet, though, kept her bounded to the seething rage festering deep in her soul.
	Then, it just happened.
	What?
	The dastard bastard was screwing the newcomer, Victoria, while the boys were double penetrating her daughter, Gloria.  Right at the point of when the dastard bastard was cumming off and did Monica come up with another discarded beer bottle and bash it upside the man’s head.  And not once but twice and then thrice!  The third time and the bottle broke.
	The side of the man’s head was a bloody mass.  Monica seethed in a strange manner as if she were being electrically zapped by a regular electrical source.  The man twitched on the floor trying to stop the flow of blood from his head.  Monica then began to kick at the man’s side pushing him off of Victoria and up against the sliding door.  A moment passed; the man seemed to be in a bad way and possibly in the need of medical attention.
	Monica opened the sliding door and pushed the man out.  She said nothing—in facts, she was unable to speak again for a long-long time.  Her mind was in lock-down—she described later in writings that she seemed to be floundering in a vast open turbulent sea.  She drove the panel truck off leaving the dastard bastard Dick Dastard to a fate unknown.

*

What happens at the gas station STAYS at the gas station
Thought for today “What shall I wear today; Halo, Horns, or Helmet!?”
“I feel bad for the kids today who see a cool toy on television but cant order it ‘cause their parents have to be over 18 to call.”
“During the day I do not believe in ghosts; however, at night, I’m a little more open-minded.”
Sometimes I question my sanity—occasionally it answers.

	En route from a small family reunion and Eric’s immediate family made use of a friendly service station where Eric—who didn’t need to make use of the facilities—wandered around as typical 10yr old boys do.  After checking the pile of tires and getting startled by the air compressor he saw a girl sitting in a car parked alongside the service station service building.
	She had dark hair, blue eyes, and was about his age.  She smiled at him and waved catching Eric’s attention all the more.  Intrigued the youngster came over and the two exchanged “Hellos”.  Then it was all about chit-chat—where they had been, where they were going, typical so on and so forth.
	Elaine was cute—she spoke well, was friendly enough, and was in a nice dress.  Multi colored with a vest; knee socks, dress shoes—her family had been on a social church outing.  Then,
	“Do you like my dress?”
	Eric shrugged; dresses, skirts, pants, whatever—some girls looked good in whatever.  Swimsuits came to mind—some girls wore incredible pieces of clothing that young Eric was just beginning to notice.
	Unbuckling the seatbelt then opening the door the girl turned to face him and asked blatantly “Have you seen a girl naked?”
	Eric could hardly breathe.  What did she say?
	With a shrug, though, he smirked dryly, “No.” he hadn’t.  Not even little ones.
	“Do you want to?”
	Eric struggled to grasp a breath.  Then, without hesitation the girl laid down in the seat pulling her dress up revealing what she looked like in her panties.  The undies were blue, basic briefs and snug fitted.  She had Eric’s complete undivided attention.
	‘Why don’t you take your pants (and underwear) down,’ said a Voice in Eric’s head, ‘and get on top of her.’ More of a state of command than a question.

	The boy blinked his eyes, cocked his head then went thru the motions of compliance.  He was a little awkward and a lot clumsy climbing in with his clothes at his ankles—but he managed and lay on the girl who then inched her underwear down and there he was—naked on top of her!
	Grinding came nextly—with the Voice in his head urging him on.  The lad had to be schooled on the proper method of humping.  Thankfully, Eric was no dummy and a quick learner.  Humping seemed to be a natural (and it felt good, too!)  Elaine grunted and made faces—her mind was infected (er, effected) also.
	After thoroughly “broken-in” by ten year old Eric Deface, 40 year old Bullet Ramshod slipped himself into the girl—then the boy.  All this taking place alongside a petrol service station!  Amazing!  The girl was way virginal and needed more breaking-in.  Bullet dismissed that requirement and shod his ram into the girl’s freshly fucked cunt.  Very nice—very snug.  He didn’t make full penetration but enough sufficed to sate his unnatural desires.
	The sun had very muchly warmed his bare ass.  While rubbing it to soothe it he sat back admiring the young girl, smiling, lusting, desiring her more.  Then he wondered “Where’s your parents?”  then he caught the familiar scent of something familiar—whacky tobaccy!  Mary Jane!  Happy Smoke!  Reefer!  Marijuana!
	Hmmmm
	His cock ached and though the risk factor was risky he went into the girl again.  Moving his hands up under her clothes he felt of her beginning breasts.  The boy he had strip off his pants and undies and sit on the girl’s face—he’s testicles in her mouth.  Bullet then suckled the boy’s hard erection and moved a bit more of his cock into the girl’s cunny.
	A hot blast of man juice exploded into Elaine’s snatch; Bullet rode the experience making noises as he did so.  His energy was just about depleted.  But there was room for a little more.  After rubbing his saucy schlong all over the mess it had created, gouging the seriously now broken-in pussy, Eric was positioned into prime place and once more coerced into fucking the girl.  While the boy commenced with said coerced action Bullet fingered the boy’s very virgin asshole.
	A little ass rubbing, prodding, poking, more fingering, and sodomy was a done deal.  Eric’s mind was too enthused with the compelled act of rape to pay attention to what was happening behind him.  Bullet spanked the white flesh, tugged on the hairless testicles, and admired the boy’s turd chute shooting out wads of cum.
	And speaking of “wads of cum”—
	A little clean up, the kids with their clothes back on, Bullet meandered around the front of the not-so-busy station seeking out the parental units of Eric and Elaine.  He found them—in the office.  Naked.  Smoking some shit, frolicking, making a drug deal, typical things adults do at a roadside service station…
	He’s mind—yea his soul, cock, whatever, was still on Eric and Elaine.  Lambasting the little girl’s cunny thrilled him exponentially.  Humping the boy’s ass also enthralled him with thrills that tingled ever so much.  But seeing Elaine’s mother, naked, on her knees sucking dick that she wasn’t married to, reeling in the euphoric world of a drug induced frenzy—well, that almost trumped the misdoings he had just enjoyed.  Almost.
	It was an eye opener—he for sure did not think he would discover the little girl’s mother engaged in shocking sex acts let alone smoking and illegal substance all the while the boy’s father was fucking her from behind!  Bullet was amused, bemused, confused.  Mostly, though, amused.  For all intensive purposes, the woman appeared to be the persona of a normal mom; car, kid, house, soccer mom, another kid, wife, volunteer at a hospital, and so on.  Bullet would never presume the woman being a smoke doping slut!
	Then it got better.
	As Andrea slurped the schlong belonging to Eric’s daddy, and the station owner ploughed her from behind—slipping in one hole and then the other—a woman came out of the private restroom.  No, correction, a man.  No, it was a woman—she had titties.  No, it was a man—she had a dick.
	Damn.  A shemale.  Bullet had heard of them but never seen one.
	She/he—whatever, was naked.  She was really-really tan, or maybe of a nationality of some island or country.  Her “cock” was uncut, a little extra long with testicle sac attached.  Bullet wasn’t sure if she was a she in the beginning or a he or what.  It was as perplexing as watching the mother of two on her knees sucking cock!
	The she/male flopped her dick slapping it up against the man who was schlepping his dick into Andrea’s ass.  Then she embraced the butt fucking man “reaching around” to fondle his slapping balls and to work his shaft as it did its business into Andrea.  The she/male “Alexis” was tall, possibly Puerto Rican, took a hit off a fat doob then offered it to the hunky male sodomizing Andrea.  After the hit, the man came off in Andrea’s pooper, pulled out and slapped his schlong against the soccer mom’s ass then side stepped to snort some nose candy…
	Alexis slapped her cock against Andrea’s ass, dragged it up and down the crack, then plunged unceremoniously into the woman’s cunt.  She began to pump reverently gripping the woman’s hip and ploughing the way with much vigor and vim.  Always the vim.  She smoked a joint while she did her thing—Andrea smoked a pole.  Then, Alexis pulled out to spanked Andrea’s ass and Andrea turned about and SUCKED ALEXIS’ cock!
	After a snort of nose candy, Andrea and Alexis stood, kissed, embraced, and Andrea manhandled Alexis’ cock with a furor!  Then she dressed citing “I got to pick up my kid” from soccer practice.
	Decision time—to follow Andrea home or go on and mind his own damn business?  Nah, no fun doing that.  Firing up his kind of beat up American muscle car he followed Andrea to the soccer field where she picked up two boys, one was her son.  Little Elaine seemed to be faring well—and Bullet decided that he hadn’t quite finished fucking her.
	In a nice residential neighborhood did the trek end.  New construction; no home in the area older than five years.  Andrea and Elaine merged from the car of sin to the house (of sin?) while the two boys dressed in soccer wear continued their play in the front yard.
	Bullet parked his fucked up ride on the side street and meandered his way along to the Target house—invisible.  Using the EMAD’s amazing powers the very air surrounding Bullet warbled so that he was made unseeable.  A side-effect was, though, headache, nausea, and some disorientation.  No loose bowels or peeing himself so that was a plus.
	“Yeah, and Jeremy Hotsnot loves dick!”
	“Yeah, I heard that; his fucked up cousin likes it up the ass, too.”
	“Fucking gaywads!”
	“Dumbass homos!”
	Eric and his non-gay friend Wayne talked trash shit about some of their school mates, bashing them for their unnatural preference.  Bullet popped his knuckles, popped his neck, then smiled.
	‘Go into the garage.’ which was open.  And once the boys had ambled into the garage Eric was given the mental command ‘shut the garage door.’  There was an access door into the house, into the kitchen as well as into the backyard.  No sign of the dope smoking/cock sucking soccer mom, or young Elaine.
	‘Take off your clothes.’
	Eric paused a moment but Wayne shucked his blue nylon shorts quickly and then his jock strap followed by his matching sleeveless sports top and undershirt.  He had a nice body and though he was fourteen years young there wasn’t a lot of “fur” package.  His legs and arms were very tan but his ass and torso were no so much.
	Eric slid his clothes down and was hit with a couple of pert questions:
	‘Does your sister see you naked?’  ‘Do you see your sister naked?’
	Occasionally and “sometimes.”  Then,
	‘Would you like to FUCK your sister?’
	Eric couldn’t breathe.  He had never really contemplated such a ploy and couldn’t really imagine it playing thru.  There, was, however, a cousin he would like to sink his pud into.  He often jerked off thinking of “doing” her; there, too, were a couple of three girls (six in all) that he would like to bang.
	But no guys.  Eric was emphatically “not gay!” 
	‘Embrace.’
	The naked teens stared at one another but followed thru and hugged deeply one another and continued to do so (as per command.)  This was followed up by grabbing the other’s ass and rubbing it.  Bullet’s cock hardened, he took it out and stepped up closer to the naked boys casting an eye to the kitchen door.  If it should open he wasn’t sure if he could quickly enough zap the intruder.
	Both Eric and Wayne had boners.
	Both boys were avid wankers.  Both had girls (their age) that they wanted desperately to fuck—at the very least see them naked or in their panties!  No little girls but plenty of older teen girls and young adult women.  Of course Hollywood gals, rock stars, and some females of their family—cousins, aunts, etc.
	‘Kiss.’
	There was no hesitation, no pausing—their minds had succinctly been electronically captured.  The boys locked lips and inserted their tongues into the other’s mouth.  Bullet was very pleased and caressed the naked boys himself.
	Then,
	‘On your knees.’
	Eric slowly disembraced from his friend and slid down to his knees.  From there, as per further electronical mind invasion commands, sucked dick.  Eric’s mind was a mere blank; Wayne’s mind was a mass of confusion coupled with a sea of “what the fuck!?”  He was receiving a blowjob but couldn’t ascertain from whom—little, though, did it matter.
	‘Would you give a shit if it were you best friend—Eric?’
	Wayne’s mind paused and there was no definitive answer.
	‘Would you let him suck you dick if he asked to do so?’
	Insert negative game show buzzer of indifference here.
	‘Would you like to FUCK his sister?’
	Insert positive game show buzzer here.  Ding!  Ding!  Ding!  Ding!
	Ding!  Ding!  Ding!  Ding!  Ding! Ding!  Ding!  Godfuckingyes ding!
	‘And her mother?’
	Sure, why not.
	Bullet was pleased—and marveled at how though Eric proclaimed his strong dislike of gays how he took to slurping on his friend’s schlong.  Hands latched tightly and firmly onto Wayne’s ass, young teen Eric not only suckled Wayne’s dong he swallowed it!
	And if Eric wanted to suck his dick?  Wayne was cool with that.
	‘What about “up the ass”—would you let him FUCK you up the ass?’
	A definite NO.  Not NO but HELL NO. 
	‘Would you fuck HIM up the ass—if he asked?’
	Hmmmm, a pause but only briefly.  No.
	‘What if he offered you money?’ this was different.
	Wayne’s mind wandered—but didn’t leave.
	‘Ten bucks?’ for a butt fuck.
	Wayne shook his head—nah, not for ten.
	‘Twenty?’
	Twenty-five and Yes.
	And for another twenty-five and Wayne would possibly let his best non-gay friend fuck him (up the ass.)  Bullet than began to weave weird sex acts between the two friends that cumulated into Wayne blasting a hot load of spunk into Eric’s cock sucking mouth.
	Eric made a face, retched, and very nearly vomited.  Very nearly.  The taste of spunk, obviously, not to his liking.  Bullet wavered his schlong and coaxed the boy into sucking him.  Meanwhile, as Wayne reeled in the event of blowing a load without jerking it, turned to lean over a sofa stored in the garage presenting his lily white ass.  Bullet patted the ass, squeezed the cheeks, then began fingering the hole.
	‘Lick his hole.’
	Eric quit sucking dick and went rim jobbing.
	Bullet humped the boy’s head.
	‘You like sucking your friend’s cock,’ plastered into the boys’ mind simultaneously, ‘you like the taste of his cock.’  Also, balls, asshole, and the taste of spunk.  Kissing, ass grabbing, cock fighting, and good ole fashioned “up the ass.”  A little romp in the shower together, peeing on each other, and spanking.  Rubbing their naked bodies together, placing hickies on the other’s butt cheeks, and mutual masturbation.  They would still like girls, and still desire to have sex with them—but with each other they would engage in outlandish frivolity most high.
	Watching the boys slurp the other’s schlong—fantasic!
	Watching the boys lick the other’s rim?  Gorgeous!
	Watching the boys who were slamming their gay classmates butt fuck one another—and like it?  Priceless!  Both lads slurped Bullet’s schlong as well.  He wasn’t sure about Zane’s friend, Wayne, but of Zane himself—the boy did harbor some unnatural desires.  Not of his sister, but there were some of other girls his sister’s age.  Girls his age, girls of college age, just plain girls.  Black girls, Mexican girls, India girls; girls who were skinny, tall, short, kinda plump.  Not too sure about “up the ass” but definitely in their poons.  Other positions the boy wasn’t sure of or aware of.
	Back to his sister.

	There was some desire there—some.  Not enough to get him in trouble but enough to pique his interest.  He simply wanted to see her naked.  Nothing wrong with that—perfectly normal.  He saw girls in his age group and older (and younger) in their swimsuits and it drove him crazy.  The depiction of said girls in health books and on the computer were ok but gave a lot of room for more info.  And having a girl in the house—well, that made it all the worse.  Sure, he saw her in her underwear (and less!)  But mere glimpses and nothing to get away with with staring.
	‘If you could get away with “touching” her—butt, pussy, would you?’
	Hmmm, a bit of unsureness.
	‘If she were willing—if she would let you?’
	Ah, now that’s different!

Depravity
	Tiffany Sanchez, Wanda Lurrel, Annette Waytogo—girls Zana desperately wanted to see naked.  Michelle Tigue, Lurry Loophole, Nyla Imaho, girls in the next grade level who were cheerleaders and wore those skimpy cheerleader outfits.  Nyla Imaho he had seen in a two piece bathing suit and he whacked off thinking about “doing her” avidly.  Avidly.
	But those girls were no where near letting him see them naked.  So he was left with seeing his little ten year old sister naked.  His feelings for her were the typical brother-sister type.  Curiosity about what she looked like naked was the in-thing and a typical normal brother-to-sister thing.  And acceptable.  Acceptable as far as that was as far as the brother-to-sister thing went.  And for the most part, Zane was cool with that.  He saw her enough to get the gist of what a girl looked like naked, in her underwear, bathing suit.  But he never really thought of engaging immorally with her.  When by himself (and after seeing Elaine naked and/or in her panties) he lay on his bed and furiously drummed his schlong bringing to mind Tiffany, Wanda, Annette, Michelle, Lurry, Nyla, and at least half a dozen other girls.
	Now and there stood his ten year old sister naked in his room.  She was half way to her eleventh year of life; he heard her fart occasionally and rip some narly burps.  Most times it was ok to see her in her underwear; she was modest but not so as you know it.  Did she see him in HIS underwear?  Yes, it was a given.  (she even saw him in his Skin!)  No big deal.  It wasn’t blatant or intentional and again, it was a given, normal, and acceptable.
	In his room and Zane watched as his sister came in.  She was quiet, slow acting, zombie-like as she undressed herself.  Wearing a turquoise thin shirt the girl casually cast it off.  No bra.  At ten most girls were having something in the titty department—but not Elaine.  She wasn’t flat but …
	Then down came her short red britches revealing her yellow panties.  Colorful girl.  She didn’t have much form, but she was ten.  Long curly hair to her shoulders, a nice butt, a nice cunt and Zane was hard-hard-hard.  He still brought to mind Tiffany and the other girls but they were fading.  After Elaine stood buck naked before him—Zane himself stripped off his clothes and stood before her also buck naked.
	Slowly-slowly-slowly and did Elaine stretch out her hand and began pleasing her brother as only a sister could.  Nyla could do no better.  Elaine’s fingers wrapped about his hardened pud and then began working it into a sexual tizzy.  Then she sucked him.
	His sister was a nice looking girl; she had potential.  Lovely dark hair, lovely facial features, so-so everywhere else.  But naked—well, that changed things a bit.  And handling his cock?  Sucking him?  Seriously rearranged his thinking about her—about “doing” her.
	She wasn’t an expert at cock sucking but whatever.  She was naked, she hand worked his cock to its most serious hard state of being, and then followed up by wrapping her lips about his most proud possession and not only blew his cock but his mind as well!  Not all the way down but whatever—the act of being sucked even part way was more than Zane ever expected.
	He didn’t cum but close counts.
	‘Lay down.’
	Zane laid himself out on his bed, legs open, cock hard-hard-seriously Fucking-A hard!  Then his naked ten year old sister came and sat on his face!  A little spurt of jiz exploded from his cock.  His hands went to her ass, his tongue to her cunt.  The girl rode her brother’s face and more cum spurted.
	Elaine had a nice butt.  Bullet noted the butt and admired it.  He also admired the brother’s hands clamped tenaciously to his sister’s “nice butt.”  Her hole was revealed; the boy’s tongue flicked furiously all about the girl’s sweet not-so-virginal hairless pussy—and more cum spurted forth from his cock.
	Soon and the girl moved down her brother’s sleek body grinding her cunt against the mess he had created thereon.  Then she was taking his prong into her hole.  The best part was yet to cum.  After a few earnest pumps up into his sister’s crapper, the brotherly prong was moved from Secondary Hole to the Primary Hole.  Bullet fingered the girl’s fresh fucked rectum then after Zane got going and cum was slathering his schlong and balls, Bullet himself positioned himself into prime sodomy position behind the girl for the delightful position known as Double Penetration.
	The boy was sold—sex was the answer to everything.  Sex was the only thing.  Nothing beat sex.  Nothing.  Well, poker.  And drinking.  Other than that, though, nothing.
Change of pace—back to Bullet in a few paragraphs
A little Brady in your pants can make you a happy guy
	Harold “Harry” Breakmirror was a nice kid, typical eleven year old.  He was also a little on the dorky side, big buck teeth, disheveled dark hair, kind of clumsy, and voice was in the change.  But Jan Brady liked him.  A lot.  Harold had a slightly less attraction to Jan—until that fateful day when he was playing basketball in the carport of the Brady house and Jan waltzed outside in her party dress.  It was her birthday, she was eleven and DAMN! was she hot!
	“Hi, Harold!” Jan said cheerfully.
	Harold had been playing basketball with Jan’s three brothers, Greg, Pete, and Bobby.  Greg shot-passed the ball to the awkward boy who promptly took it in the chest as he was absolutely mesmerized by Jan’s presence.  He was speechless (and instantly hard.)
	“Wow.” he finally blurted.  She even smelled nice!
	Ms. Brady gently pushed her bashful daughter to the awkward boy.
	A little chit chat between them before they were ushered inside for some cake and ice cream.  Afterwards and Jan asked if Harold would like to come up to her room.  Naïve (and still hard) Harold shrugged and said “Ok.”  He had never been in a girl’s bedroom before.
	Jan shared her room with her sister, Marcia—the oldest, and Cindy, the youngest.  The room was well decorated; three separate beds, desks, posters on the wall of rock stars, actresses, actors, and typical plush toy animals all over the place.  A girl’s room.
	Then, coming out of the attached bathroom was seven year old Cindy.
	She was naked.
	Naked!
	Harold got an eyeful (and that hard-on in his pants?  Harder.)
	“Cindy!” bitched Jan, “What are you doing?” Jan was not hysterical but slightly embarrassed and somewhat annoyed.
	“I was going to take a bath but changed my mind.”
	Kids!
	The naked girl then flopped nakedly onto her bed saying “I’m exhausted!”  this from playing all day—being a kid is tough work.  Harold couldn’t keep his eyes off the girl—his first naked girl, too.  He was embarrassed and tried not to stare but couldn’t help it.
	Jan sighed, “Sorry, but she’s like that all the time,” then she added, “we all are.”
	It took only a few seconds for that to register.
	Staring at Jan, cocking his head, and conveying “What?” Jan smiled,
	“We all like to go like that, don’t you?”
	Harold was out of his mind.  Licking his lips and suddenly becoming nervous and apprehensive he said, “Sometimes, I do, but I get yelled at home.” To wit Jan replied,
	“Well, you’re not home now.” Her smiled was incredible; and those eyes!
	What did she say?
	Jan suddenly was undoing her powder blue dress with white lace trim.
	Harold struggled to breathe let alone process a thought.
	Jan’s dress dropped to the floor and there she was—clad in a beige halter thing girls wear in lieu of a bra; Jan didn’t have much in the way of breasts so a bra really wasn’t necessary.  She wore brief type light blue panties and Harold’s hard hard-on began seeping spillage.
	The halter came off and Jan slid down her panties.
	And like Cindy on her bed and there she was—naked.
	“Holy shit!” Harold suddenly blurted.
	“You can take yours off, too, if you like.” Jan said calmly.
	Harold not only couldn’t breathe or think he couldn’t move.
	‘take your clothes off.’ came a voice into Harold’s mind.
	Harold made a face of concern; then blinked his eyes, gouged the heel of his hand to his aching cumming off boner then slowly-slowly-slowly began peeling off his clothes.  Once naked, Jan stretched out her hand to take his just average cum stained cock.  She was grinning ear to ear and Harold was in a world of his own.
	After a couple of minutes or maybe it was an hour—Harold wasn’t sure, but he thought he heard “suck his dick”.  The words were like spoken from deep inside a cave giving an echo effect.   The next thing he knew was Jan was on her naked knees sucking his naked dick!
	Harold Breakmirror would never be the same.  His eyelids fluttered, he farted, and jets of cum squirted into Jan’s cocksucking mouth.  The pud flopped out and she pressed it against her sweet lily white face.  More cum jetted out and the girl didn’t seem to mind.   Then, after another rousing blowjob,
	‘go sit on Cindy.’
	The voice, the Voice, was all powerful in his mind.  Harold felt a strange feeling overwhelming him and like in a daze he moved to the naked seven year old on her bed—and mounted her.  Firstly he settled on her waist, then was propelled to “move up” to her chest.  The girl, naturally, had no titties to speak of but that wasn’t the point.  He was prompted to grind and Cindy sucked the head of his dick.
	‘move down…’ cooed the Voice.
	Harold ceased his humping of Cindy’s chest and slid down her naked body to hump her crotch—specifically entering her and engage in the fine art of fucking.  Jan stood by the bed methodically fingering herself, a glazed-dazed look in her eyes as she stared across the bed to her standing on the other side naked father.
	Mike coyly operated the EMAD in his hand; a client had reneged on a contract and as repayment he offered Mike the architect the nifty gizmo the bane of the world.  It had been in Mike’s hands for months before finally getting the courage enough to entertain himself.
	Stroking his cock he watched with glee as Harold fucked his youngest daughter.  And as the boy got into the deed, Mike began squeezing his tender little butt.  Then, thoroughly enthused, he had Jan lean across the bed and suck him.  Of course it wasn’t the first time.  His manhood yearned for the girl the first time he saw her—she wasn’t his to begin with; not biologically speaking.  She and her sisters were from his new marriage.
	As soon as he had figured out the operation of the mind altering device—it was Jan who altered minded.   Mike had known the girl since she was nine years young.  The oldest girl, Marsha, was cute in her own right also but it was Jan who had the charm—and warmed the cockles of his balls.
	Not to say that Marsha (and Cindy) didn’t—they did.  And how!  Especially that little Cindy!  She was such a cutey pie!  And Marsha—definitely had potential and was way fuckable.  Way.  But Jan—there was something about Jan that warmed Mike.  After effectively affecting her mind he got her to hike up her dress then lower her panties.  On that first day of mind fucking he didn’t fuck her just gawked at her nakedness and have his mind blown had the awesome power of the electronic device.  Later on, of course, and there was more than just “gawking.”
	And he had no qualms about doing more than gawking with little Cindy, either.  Cindy he had known since she was a wee lassie of merely six.  She was a cutey pie!  That smile!  Those eyes!  She missed her bio daddy but warmed up to Mike the new daddy and he to her.  Copping a feel now and then was ok, then when the EMAD came along he copped a little more.  She was a delight to see naked—and when the conditions were right he made her so.  And much more than “gawking” took place—much more than copping a feel of her ass.  In the bathroom he dragged a finger up and down her smooth hairless pussy.  The little blond haired girl’s mind was blank and she stared into oblivion.
	Disregarding morals, Mike laid the girl down on the floor on bath rugs and proceeded to unceremoniously licking her out.  He licked and licked and licked, sucked and sucked and sucked using his whole mouth slipping a finger up into her very virgin asshole.  That was followed by laying his new daddy cock against her and proceeded to hump.  No penetration, he vowed to wait until she was a couple years older.
	With Jan, gawking was the thing.  Feeling of her naked ass, squeezing her nipples, admiring her pussy—free and clear of retribution, screaming, jail.  With her mind electronically locked he could take his time looking her over as well as the inappropriate “touching.”
	And testing the limits of the nifty electronic device he spanked her.  Not too hard, but laying her across his lap he smacked her delicious tender white ass and smacked the flesh.  He was more than delighted.  There was an incredible thrill surging thru his loins and then his entire body.  With the girl’s mind locked she did not feel the abuse and therefore was controlled—no screaming, crying, carrying on, jail.
	With Marsha—wow factor times ten to the tenth power of ten.  She was a lovely girl and even more so once naked.  Her breasts had developed, her hips, ass, and there was a nice covering of poon pie hair.  She was somewhat of a Plain Jane; there was poise about her, charm, and so on.  Jan was more demure and not yet ready to be socially adventurous.  Marsha was well liked by her peers and other age groups.
	Mike did a little more than feel, gawk, lick out, and hump the oldest new daughter.  Once she was undressed and he had done all those things he began working his cock into her thirteen year old pussy.  Fucking thirteen year old pussy was a strong passion of Mike Brady.  Pussy, mouth, asshole—girl-boy, whatever.  He preferred girls but wasn’t steady about it.  And age?  That didn’t matter either.
	Back to the present.
	After Harold fucked his fill of Cindy (and Jan had sucked Mike’s cock receiving a copious amount of jiz in her mouth for her efforts) the young boy was cleaned up, spanked, and after Jan sucked him, he fucked her!  Mike cleaned Cindy’s poon; then, as Harold got onto Jan he got onto Cindy.
	The pretty young girl made a face and Mike was careful and moral enough not to go full bore.  The head of his schlong made entry and just a bit o’ shaft.  Harold had done a fair job of breaking the girl in but more humping could be done to make way for Mike’s much bigger dick.
	Speaking of Harold—he was fucking like Jan was the last girl he would ever fuck.  Mike got enthused and sank a little more of his cock into the young girl beneath him; cupping her ass he entered into a realm of pure joy and delicious ecstasy.  Cindy grunted, made faces but otherwise remained oblivious to vile act being committed unto her.  The EMAD was proving to be a wondrous gadget; with it he had not only subdued the minds of Cindy, Jan, Marsha, but their mother, and his boys, Greg, Peter, and Bobby, too!  
	With his boys he was engaging immorally as well.  But it was the girls he desired mostly.  He had initially planned on having his boys break the girls in—and in a much more twisted thought he wanted to see the boys fuck their new mother!  It was in the works—but first!
	After several intense moments of intense sexual deviancy and Mike blasted a hot coating of spunk all over Cindy’s delicate poon—inside and out.  Then took Harold.  By that I mean “fucked the boy up the ass.”
	A hole is a hole.  Mike cum squirter was still up to the task; he left little Cindy and just after Harold creamed Jan’s poon he positioned poised above the fresh fucked girl and royally sodomized.  Naturally, the eleven year old was a virgin—in more ways than one.  Mike poked the lad’s virgin dirt chute—his cock was not quite strong as he would like but after some righteous fingering and then the use of a handy-dandy candle—SUCCESS!
	Harold grunted, groaned, and had his mind blown as his young ass was fucked.  Mike power humped the boy sitting back to admire his cock work—gobs of cum—RIVERS of cum oozed out of the boy’s wrecked rectum.  Mike spanked the boy, fondled his dangling nads then prompted him to fuck Jan’s ass.  It was quite an event—worthy of another.

Another worthy event
	Laid out on her bed and Carol Brady was a hottie!  Short sassy trendy blond hair, a light hearted persona, fantastic smile, dazzling eyes of blue—she was a beauty despite being a Mom of three, a second wife, and in her thirties.  Her breasts were nice, supple, not too big—not too small.  Good hips, a shaven poon, no marks, mars, moles, or even tats!  
	Beside the bed were the kids; Greg and his brothers on one side, Marsha and her sisters on the other.  Naked, too.  The girls stood a little embarrassed, a little shy, demure, and oh so pretty!  The boys, too, were a little embarrassed.  Mike sat on his knees between his new wife’s open legs.  After stroking his cock a bit he “went down” on Carol’s cunt getting himself all the harder.  The boys, too!  Greg, at fifteen, had a nice normal cock that he casually fondled as he watched his dad expertly eat out Carol’s cunt.  Peter, at thirteen, had a pleasing prong of his own and he blatantly masturbated while youngest brother, Bobby, was more curious than anything else.  He fondled his cock and watched intently as his dad finished licking the new mommy’s cunt and then “mounted” her.
	The boys masturbated harder while the girls stared in utter awe, mouths agape, eyes wide.  Sex was in progress.  Mike had, of course, already had his way with the girls one-two-three but not all at once or with their mother present.  With slow methodic thrusts he brought himself and Carol to orgasm.  When he pulled out there were more orgasms to follow.  A healthy strand of spunk exploded from his piss slit shooting up his wife’s body.  Mike gave a mighty AHHHH then beckoned pretty Marsha to suck him.
	Slowly in slow motion the girl crawled onto her mother and with further instruction settled onto her mother’s face.  Then she leaned down and began sucking her new daddy’s dick.  Greg caressed the girl’s ass admiring her hole and his new mommy’s tongue action to his new sister’s cunt.  Greg’s cock was exploding its ownself!
	After a minute or so and Greg climbed onto the bed.  Carol fondled his dangling balls, smoothed her hand over his tight teenage ass, then tugged on his teenage schlong.  Whether Mike encouraged his son, Carol, or the boy acted on his own—Greg positioned himself behind his fourteen year old sister.  A little spank of the pillowy ass cheeks, a dig inspection into her turd chute, more spanking, fingering of her most delicious poon, then he was smacking her ass with his cock.
	Meanwhile, the girl sucked and sucked and sucked her new daddy’s cock.
	Greg happily smacked Marsha’s ass, gouged the crack, the other crack, then began penetrating the dirt chute.  Marsha grunted and flailed her hands back as she was not so much into “taking it in the ass” kind of girl.  Her efforts were futile and Greg entered her almost fully.  He pumped, smacked her cheeks, then drove himself inward a little more then pulled out—pushed back in and then began to pump.  Beneath him and his new mommy suckled his fuzzy nads.
	Mike’s cock exploded a hot wad of spunk into Marsha’s mouth.  The girl choked, retched, but didn’t spew.  The “spew” in her mouth trickled out the corners of her mouth—then when the cock withdrew she expelled the spew (onto her daddy’s balls.)  Greg brought his handsome schlong from his sister’s shitter to his sister’s quim.  The girl wriggled and he smiled—mostly he admired her ass.  As he entered her fully he recalled that special night not so long ago when his dad and new mommy left him and Marsha in charge of the house while they went out for the evening.
	After the parental speech of “don’t open the door to strangers”, don’t answer the phone and tell someone on the other end that parental units aren’t home, no fire in the fireplace, stay away from the stove, and a small list of other DO’s and mostly DON’Ts, the fullness of Mike’s mind manipulation of his family was about to begin.  And he was secretly recording it, too!
	As soon as the big heavy double green door to the humble Brady home was closed (and locked) and the family car zoomed away Greg and Marsha put their backs to the door and slid down “whewing” shaking their heads.
	“Parents!” chirped Marsha.
	Greg shook his head sadly, he was a teenage boy, he knew the wrongs and rights of what to do when the parents were out of the house.  And one of the “Do’s” was—
	Standing up he unzipped his fly then worked down his dark brown jeans.
	His cock was partially hard but after stepping up straddling the somewhat befuddled Marsha—it got harder.  Harder even more when Marsha took his cock and worked it with her small girlish hand—this after being tolt to do so.  There was slight hesitation but she complied.  There was a lot of confusion on her sweet plain face but she masturbated her brother’s schlong, fondled his balls, then on further command sucked him.
	The Plain Jane kind of girl closed her eyes and accepted the new brother’s dick.  She had never before sucked one—aside from the night she sucked her new daddy’s dick!  She wasn’t too bad, Greg noted.  Pulling out he fucked her face and had her suck his fuzzy wuzzies while he did so.  The girl protested—inside herself.  She was unable to communicate any other way as her confusion forbid it.
	Two or three minutes later and Greg had his sister stand and undress.
	Watching a girl undress herself was a particular turn-on for Greg Brady.  And after she was naked she was marched over to the living room and the big overstuffed sofa.  There she lay over the arm of said sofa and was for a long minute admired—admired before being spanked.  When he lily white pillowy cheeks were burning red Greg stuffed her hot teenage twat with his hot teenage cock.  Marsha wallowed her face on the sofa cushion—flailing her arms (and legs) about in some sort of protest.
	After getting his nuts off, he “whewed”, farted, then stepped back to watch his cum ooze out of his sister’s cunt.  “Stay like that.” he commanded then walked nakedly with strands of his cum dripping along the way to the family room.  Here and the boys were playing video games with Cindy while sister Jan lay on the love seat yapping to a girlfriend.
	“Get off the phone!” he commanded of his sister.
	Jan gave him a scowl but completed her conversation and hung up.
	Greg then directed his attention to his brothers, Pete and Bobby.
	“Take off your clothes.”
	The boys grumbled a little—they were deeply immersed in an epic battle but for some reason they paused their game and shed their clothes.  Twelve year old Pete looked a little younger than he was, six year old Bobby looked younger than he was, too.  Jan looked just right—at ten years young.  She was in a short mid thigh length dress, green.
	“Pull your legs back.” Greg told her.
	The girl did so to reveal matching green panties.
	With careful diligence of a surgeon Greg eased the panties up to Jan’s knees.  The view of her cunt area was fantastic.  A poking finger gouged her a-hole, his thumb massaged her hairless poon, his cock primed and ready; his dad’s “instructions” being followed explicitly.
	The boys, the girls, all were “instructed”; their minds affectively tuned to follow preset instructions from their Dad’s nifty electronic mind controlling gadget.  So while Greg’s fingers inspected Jan’s pussy and asshole, Pete and Bobby “inspected” Cindy.  The boys firstly ogled the young naked girl with Pete  (Peter) a little more serious than his foolish young brother who giggled.  Cindy stood buck naked slightly embarrassed but gawking at her naked brothers.

	Soon and the “instructions” to the trio put them to their tasks; on her knees and Cindy took the boys on—sucking their dicks.  Pete and then Bobby, then at the same time!  The girl had slurped on Mike’s dick and he (in turn) had tongued her out before showering her pussy with his pent up cum.  She was too young for him to fuck—well, not without firstly having her broken-in.
	Greg watched his siblings fooling around then returned to Jan.  After fingering her out thoroughly he removed her panties then helped her out of her dress.  Then he helped himself to her most delicious pussy he had been fingering.  His tongue danced all over the naked hairless poon; nipping the unformed lips, driving his tongue into the crevice, and sucking all put Jan into a sexual frenzy.
	Cindy sat on Peter’s peter grinding her sex against him while Bobby stood straddling his brother and awkwardly fucked Cindy’s face.  Bobby was a bit awkward, clumsy, childish—but he was barely seven so there’s that.  Cindy sucked him, sucked his balls, and took her task more seriously than she should.  The nifty mind altering gadget worked and worked well!
	Greg entered Jan pinning her legs back.  He was a little awkward in his task but he mounted the young girl and did his thing making full entry after a few flops and fails.  Jan gripped the cushion she lay on as she got laid.  Cindy was making noise as Pete pushed his peter in and out of her vagina while Bobby humped her from behind.  Enthused, Greg power fucked his pretty blond haired sister all the more giving her a nice wash of spunk for his efforts.  There was lust; a little love, some care, but mostly it was out and out lust.  Sitting back he admired the girl and his cum coating his cunny.  Then he returned to Marsha who was still “in position” on the sofa in the living room.
	A little spank and then he was “in” her again.
	Pete and Bobby came out and were instructed to “lick” her bung hole—then fuck it.  Pete giggled and laughed while he completed his task, Bobby just went for it without so much fanfare.  Mike, upon later viewing via a hidden video camera, was amazed at how the EMAD worked its electronic powers of prowess over his children.  After licking, the boys fucked and sodomized Marsha, spanked her until her little darling ass was red as a ripened tomato.  The kids then thereafter filed upstairs to their bedroom where what transpired there was group showering and frivolity on the bathroom floor.  Mike had only one video camera so he missed that event.  When he and Carol returned home he had Carol undress right there at the entrance to their home.  Then, like Marsha, Carol positioned herself over the sofa arm and was spanked until her arms and legs began to flail about in some anguish.

	Mike then fucked her, spanked her with his 7-incher, sodomized her, then brought her to their bedroom where he boned her again until he was exhausted.  The images of his children engaged sexually filled his mind as he stuffed Marsha’s mouth while Greg was behind her stuffing her a-hole WHILE the girl herself lay on her mother while SHE licked her daughter’s cunt!  Awesome!
	Then it was Jan’s turn.  Peter took Greg’s place.  Marsha got back in line but in the spot 3rd beside her sister, Cindy.  It was going to be a long event.  Peter giggled the whole time he sodomized his sister’s glory hole.  Mike filled his second daughter’s mouth with his love cream, fucked her pretty face, then got his balls washed, too!
	For an intermission, Mike stuffed his cum squirter into Carol’s cunt and whole heartily fucked her brains out—all the while conjuring up thoughts of doing same to Marsha—and Jan—and Cindy.  When he was done (but not done-done) he had Marsha lick the spilled splooge up—right from her Mommy’s cunt!  Oh!  And Vey!  And while the girl did so Mike himself admired the girl’s ass.  He spanked it some, gouged the hole with his finger some, then his tongue then his dick.
	Meanwhile, Peter straddled his new mommy’s face with his ball sac in her mouth—his cock in his new sister’s mouth.  It was an awesome scene—one that would be repeated weekly—if not daily.

*

 	Seven wise men with knowledge so fine, created a pussy to their design. 	First was a butcher, with smart wit, using a knife, he gave it a slit.
	Second was a carpenter, strong and bold, with a hammer and chisel, he gave 	it a hole.
	Third was a tailor, tall and thin, by using red velvet, he lined it within. 	Fourth was a hunter, short and stout, with a piece of fox fur, he lined it 	without.
	Fifth was a fisherman, nasty as hell, threw in a fish and gave it a smell.
	Sixth was a preacher, whose name was McGee, he touched it and blessed it, 	and said it could pee.
	Last was a sailor, dirty little runt, he sucked it and fucked it, and called it a 	cunt!

	**a word about me mother in-law; she’s a darling ole gal, full of moxie, vigor, liquor—gin specifically.  She doing a wee bit better nowadays, struggling some to cope with the debilitating crap that comes with a stroke.  But me thinks she’s going to pull thru just fine.**

	Toe Jam!  The next grunge band featuring Footstomp and KneeBang
	Theodore (Theo) Elbathtub had a band; he played electric bass, best friend Walter “Cockroach” hammed it up on a keytar.  They were joined by two dudes from other band groups; Daryl “Doody” Haybale from Footsomp and token white boy, Adam “Savage” Gayiaint.  The boys weren’t too bad—when they practiced and got a few gigs at their school to perform at various dances and the invited to do a couple of parties.  They didn’t suck too bad and were able to garner some cool cash for their efforts.
	One day, Theo was alone in his garage practicing his talent—his other talent (music.)  He didn’t suck at it but he was far from being perfect but not too far from being good.  He wasn’t bad but there was room for improvement—which was why he and his pals played loud so as to cover up their miscues.  Anyways, the garage was set back from the street as per the custom build of the 1950s.  The house was a bit newer, having been rebuilt after a fire in the 60s.  All the homes on the street were brownstone townhomes in an upscale but not “posh” neighborhood.
	Theo’s musical prowess was not unnoticed in the late of the day; the boy had four sisters—but none of them were home.  Nor were his parents.  Usually if you saw Theo you saw his shadow—“Cockroach.”  An odd name for a boy who was a calm natured good boy all around.  He chose it as a wee child for a nickname and it stuck despite his parents trying to guide him to a more suitable less disgusting moniker.
	After a three minute play of really almost being good Theo brought his musical talent to a rousing crescendo and got a rousing applause from the new neighbor, Oscar Toadinmypants.  The man a bit weird—long narrow face, long narrow nose; regular sized eyes but they were cold dark ones.  He was kind of tall, thin build, and often (as he was currently) attired as if he were going to the opera—long tails although it was mid day and in the middle of summer.
	Theo grinned and bowed, “Sorry,” he said standing upright, “I didn’t know anyone was around.”
	“Quite alright,” spoke the man speaking distinctly and with a hint of a foreign accent) “I rather enjoyed it.” Which was odd of the man still being that he seemed to be in his forties or therebouts.  A little chit-chat where “Oscar” continued to bolster Theo’s confidence in his playing and Theo blushed.  Then,
	From the back gate in waltz Theo’s youngest sibling, Kassie.  She was a cutie and actually the prettiest girl of the Elbathtub gang (aside from their mother who was not only HOT but SMOKIN’ HOT!)  This day she was in a dress, short to the mid thigh; a shade of dark blue with little sparkly beads all over it.  She was well-mannered and came over to her brother to nose in on the conversation.
	“This is my sister,” Theo said politely, “Kassie.”

	All the Elbathtub children were “well-mannered”, courteous; they were siblings and so naturally they didn’t always get along so well.  They were normal kids in other aspects—not always good grades, late getting home, a lie here and there to protect someone if not themselves from certain doom from a parental unit, and so on.  The kids’ parents were top notch in their field; the daddy a lawyer, the mother a pediatrician at a local prestigious hospital.
	After Kassie made her “hello” she somewhat skipped off to the house.  The backyard was a nice place to be; big trees, nice manicured lawn; no pool, though.  Theo watched his sister enter the house and Oscar so noted.
	“Nice girl.” commented Oscar.
	“Yeah, I suppose.” returned Theo.
	‘would you like to see her naked?’
	Theo paused, his brow furrowed and he looked like he didn’t hear or understand the mind invading question.
	‘have you seen her naked?’
	Not recently, but when she was a little younger—it was a natural and a given.
	‘did you like what you saw?’
	Again, Theo conveyed “What?”
	Of the other sisters, Trianna, Elissa, and Ebony, Theo had seen them in various stages of undress—including naked.  No hanky or panky, though.  And he didn’t try—he would be killed.  The girls were modest and scarcely were seen in their undies let alone butt bare assed naked.
	‘do you want to—see them naked?’
	That got a pause with Theo.  The obvious answer was Yes.
	The boy was lost in thought and was easily mind directed to come thru the gate.  There was a simple wooden fence separating their properties.  It was shoulder high with some bushes on each side.  Theo stepped thru the gate; he wore a gray sleeveless tee-shirt and black jeans.  For an African-American the black youth was a nice looking fellow.  Oscar minded the boy (via his trusty electronic mind altering device) into his house.  Just inside the enclosed porch where there Theo stripped off his shirt and then lowered his pants and underwear.
	Oscar paused and dished out his pud and began methodically masturbating as he looked over the stunned mindless boy.  More questions were posed:  did he have girlfriends?  If so, did he want to see them naked?  If—IF he could get away with it and IF one (or all) his sisters were willing—would he have sex with them?  Would he like to see his Mother naked?  Was there any kinky business with his best friend?

	As the questions came invasively into Theo’s young fifteen year old mind—he got hard.  Oscar took the young lad’s schlong and massaged it.  Over and over including fondling of Theo’s dangling nuggets.
	If he could get away with sex with his sisters?  Wow—that was a biggie.
	If they were willing—yeah.  The definitive answer was a whole hearted hearty HELL YEAH!  All of them.  There were no particular “girlfriend” in his social, just some girls he knew.  And yeah, he’d like to very muchly see them naked and—AND fuck their brains out.
	He was an almost daily wanker.  He “thought” of his sisters, girlfriends, a couple of teachers, cousins—
	‘mother?’
	A longer pause than before, then—
	“Yeah.”
	Yeah.  Even his mother.
	Oscar smiled—the boy had potential.  Prospectively the boy had no compunction about naughty business with those he shouldn’t.  No hanky or panky, though, with his best friend, Cockroach.  Theo was an affirmed NOT GAY.  Not even a little.  Oscar fondled the boy’s dick, caressed his ass and sought to change that.  He was that way—not affirmed gay but in the business of changing peoples minds about their sexual pursuits.  (and maybe a little gay, too.)

	Kassie.
	Grabbing a soda from the fridge and a small bag of snack chips, Kassie May made tracks up to her room—but suddenly stopped just before doing so.  Putting the soda and snack bag down the ten year old stood perfectly still.  Then, very slowly she raised up her pretty blue dress.  When her basic white panties were revealed she stopped.
	Theo let out a long “whoa”.  The boy’s eyes locked onto his panty clad sister with thoughts racing all around.  If he could have sex with his sister—would he?  It was a question rolling around his mind with no harbor to port.  Trianna, Elissa, Ebony—all were damn fine girls with Elissa the most likely to be naughty with him and Trianna and Ebony the most likely to throttle him should he try.  And Kassie—actually that girl was most likely to be somewhat naughty—showing of herself and not too timid about seeing her brother—naked.  The girl kinda wanted to but was too bashful to proceed with that thought.
	The panties slid down and Theo was putty in Oscar’s hand—er, his mind was.  The EMAD was now just a back-up plan.  The boy was willing to do anything for the one who controlled his mind—and future.  Kassie stripped off her dress and was stark naked.  Theo was in agony.  Well, until he, too, was naked and his sister was sucking his dick…
	Theo was totally oblivious to Oscar’s presence.  The young lad’s mind (as well as his sister’s) was totally, like totally, electronically controlled.  With that said, Oscar spent a precious few minutes warping their minds, mostly Kassie’s.  However, she was kind of sort of “willing” to be naughty with her brother as it turns out—just unsure and timid.  Afterwards,
	Laid out on the table the naked girl was a dream; fine light chocolate skin, a small crop of fuzz on her poon, no blemishes, no moles.  Theo eyed his naked sister and had no qualms about the prospects of “doing her.”  First, though,
	‘eat her out.’
	Though Theo was a young lad of fifteen, he wasn’t naïve to the wily ways of sex and its various forms.  He went right to the task and licked heartily until his cock was dripping cum.  Kassie was a virgin.  Optimum word there—was.  Theo eased his mamba into the girl’s quim and within seconds was well on his way to “doing” her.  She was deflowered and Theo was totally enthused with his first sexual experience not involving his hand.
	Oscar caressed Theo’s ass as the boy pumped into his sister.  The other hand worked his cock and thoughts fell not to the business at hand on the table but to the other girls, Trianna, Elissa, and Ebony.  And then, of course, their mother, Claire.  Oscar was a deviant and though lo he wanted to hump the beejesus out of the girls, their mother also was on his list.  Each of the Elbathtub girls were special in their own right—but their Mother!  Wow!  A striking woman that deserved respect.
	Theo creamed in his sister’s cunt in just under three minutes time according to the rooster clock on the wall.  He stepped aside and Oscar wasted no time in stuffing himself into the young black girl and giving her a whirl.  When he felt himself beginning to cum at barely the two minute mark he slowed himself, pulled out and humped the girl’s gash, poked her asshole, then restuffed her snatch before continuing two more minutes then finally succumbing to cumming.
	That was one girl down.  Both Theo and Oscar stood back admiring the naked child.  Images of the other girls filled Oscar’s mind—plus their Mother!  For a quirk, he had Theo “bend over” and suckle his sister cum laden cunt.  Then he himself took his hot saucy member to the lad’s dirt chute and thoroughly sodomized him.  (but he wasn’t gay!)

	Trianna
	Thirteen year old Trianna was borderline sassy; she was into fashions, the latest music, boys, trendy foods, boys, clothes, perfumes and make-up, and boys.  There was no sexual intent towards brother Theo.  There had been one incident involving another girl—kissing for the most part.  Had they had the time, no pending intrusions, they would have shed their clothes and did a little carpet diving.
	The girl was almost an “A” student; she was a flag bearer slash cheerleader; on the school’s debate team, wrote poetry, sang in the school choir—a little off key but her heart was there.  She was cute, friendly, popular, trendy.  Theo recalled fondly—whilst fondling his dick, the day he walked in on her shaving her cunt.  The basic rule of the house was, if the bathroom door is SHUT—knock before entering.  Theo didn’t follow that rule but shot back that the door was not entirely shut.
	The image of his naked sister, then just turned thirteen, on the bathroom floor, legs splayed out, pussy coated in women’s shaving cream, shaving off her pubes.  It was an eye opener for young Theo—he had never known such a thing—that girls shaved their snatches.  He had a hard-on for hours!
	His sister, of course, bitched at him and he bitched back—but they kept it to themselves as their parents would freak out about the “barging in” and the “shaving.”  But ever since then—Theo thought of his sister—often.  He had a pair of her panties, they were purple—her favorite colour.  He had Kassie’s panties, also—red ones.  A green pair from Trianna, a yellow pair from Elissa, and a basic white pair belonging to Ebony.  And yes, he had a lavender colored pair from his mum!  Awesome!
	And each pair had “stains.”  His and theirs.
	And it was in the upstairs bathroom that the “incident” of brother and sister unionship came about—with help of neighbor, Oscar, of course.  The girl was fussing with her hair, applying make-up but trying to be as subtle as possible as her mother had yet to approve of her wearing such.  The bathroom door was ajar giving Oscar just enough see to capture the girl’s mind.  She was trendy designer jeans, shoes, and a multilayer blouse outfit.  All of which crumbled in a heap on the floor.  Theo’s cock handsomely stood out and it matter not one little bit that the girl was his sister.  Not one little bit.
	In the infamous “doggie-style” position the girl was placed; her horny brother behind her sliding nicely into her cunny.  The boy couldn’t stop grinning.  It was the best thing ever!  Oscar himself enjoyed humping the girl’s mouth and was surprised at though lo the girl professed not to have first hand knowledge on the act she was surprisingly good at doing so.

	Elissa
	Oh my!  Here was a girl who by appearances looked like she knew what she was doing around a cock.  She dressed in fashionable clothing, layers of clothing but also clad in jeans and a simple shirt.  Sometimes baubles of this and that but always smelled like roses—oranges were her favorite smell; lavender and cotton candy followed nextly.  Her hair was worn in the “sassy” fashion, short, thick, swept one way and then the other.
	A lighthearted girl, cheerful, friendly, and her demeanor suggested she was flirty.  Sexually active?  Actually, No.  She was flirty but that was as far as it went.  No thoughts of the naughty kind towards her brother—however, she had had contact with a best friend.  Oh!
	Theo thought of boning her a lot.
	After Oscar met her—he thought of boning her a lot, too!
	In the living room the debauchery took place.
	Watching her strip down to her skin was pure joy—at the time she wore simple clothing, jeans and a grey top.  Lime green bra and—and—no panties!  No panties!  Awesome!  Theo’s cock became instantly hard.  Instantly!  And unlike the previous sister, Trianna, Elissa had a nice crop of poon pie fur.  The fur was trimmed but it was a full crop.
	She was a virgin—but not for long!  And Oscar so kindly allowed the boy first dibs.  Right there on the family sofa, light shade of blue with flowers and non-manly colours—a great fabric to show up sex stains.  Regardless, just turn it over and blame the non-existent dog.  Theo lay on his fine naked sister, admired her delightful ta-tas and then the rest of her super fine body and fuck foreplay—let’s fuck!
	At any moment some other family member could waltz thru the unlocked front door.  At any moment.  It would have been a hell of a scene—one of which Oscar wasn’t sure he could nip quickly.  There were aspects of his nifty mind altering machine that he did not know but was led to understand that there was an Emergency mind zap whereas multiple minds in the multiples could be rendered mindless.
	No one, though, waltzed thru the door.
	So Theo happily stuffed his sister’s cunt. And while he did so, Oscar settled on the girl’s face, his balls in her mouth—his cock in her brother’s mouth!  (but he wasn’t gay!)

	And speaking of not being gay…
	To look at the young African-American teenage boy, Walter “Cockroach” Bradhasloosechangeinhispantspocketandwontshareapence, one wouldn’t think much about him being more than his appearance; he was calm, clean, well groomed, well mannered, dressed nice, no saggy britches, no smirkiness, no sass, no foul mouth.  He sang in his church’s choir, played a few sports, enjoyed playing with children, easy going, and kept his farts to himself.

	However, there was a Dark Side.  (there always is)  Thoughts of the narly kind were aimed at some of those children he played with—as young as six and as old as twelve.  There, too, were narly thoughts towards best friend, Theo’s, sisters.  Also, Theo’s mom.  Theo’s mom!  (well, everyone had thoughts about Theo’s mom.)
	There were no thoughts, though, regarding Theo, sexually speaking.  Oscar did find on multiple tries a stray thought about buggering a little boy he sometimes babysat for.  The boy was a nice handsome white fellow of seven and more than once did Walter give the boy a bath.  And more than once did Walter have sexual thoughts regarding the boy.  But morals—and fear—kept him from acting on those trivial stray thoughts.
	Enter Oscar.
	As boys growing up together there were sometimes stray thoughts about the other.  Typical—typical curiosity about what “gay” would be like.  No thoughts of actually butt fucking but mutual masturbating, ball fondling, rubbing cock against the other’s cock, balls, and ass.  Nothing gay about that!
	Oral and anal were not a part of their “curiosity.”
	Enter Oscar.
	One fine day up in Theo’s room—the festivities of the gay kind began.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Theo and Walter stripped down to their skin.  They had seen one another naked before—most times at the school gym.  They had gone skinny dipping, camping, hiking, and normal things of that nature.  Neither had blatantly masturbated in the other’s presence and when peeing in nature they had shyly turned away.  They didn’t even fart in the other’s presence!
	‘embrace.’
	The boys “embraced.”  They were only slightly to mildly aware of their doings—Oscar began to slowly erode their morals and re-wire their thoughts regarding homosexuality.  Ass grabbing was followed by mutual schlong shagging.  The boys embrace lasted a few scant minutes of which they rubbed tenaciously one another (no kissing) while embraced.  Then they took holt of one another’s schlong and playfully began playing with it.  Thereafter the boys rubbed their hard dongs together in a playful “cockfight”; they poked the other’s ball sac before rubbing their throbbing bones to their best friend’s fine ripened black ass.
	Enter Oscar who could hold off no longer and “presented” his cock for the boys to enjoy.  Though neither boy had ever suckled schlong before they took to the task like a pro.  Both boys at the same time—it was awesome!  A little ball washing and Oscar was sated.  He then put the boys to a new task—just to thrill him.  Can we say Rim Job?  Theo bent over on his bed, cheeks spread, and naked handsome Cockroach applied his tongue to Theo’s dirt chute.  
	Oscar was delighted—and amazed that the EMAD in his possession worked so well.  He was marveled at how the electronic device weaved its magic into the Subject’s mind.  Neither boy would readily engage in such sexual frivolity willing.  They would bash their cocks together, maybe handle the other’s dong—but rim jobbing?  Cock sucking?  Embracing?  That would be a No.
	After the boys had each had a turn at licking butt hole, ball washing came nextly followed by good ole fashion cock sucking.  And like rim jobbing, they took to it like they knew how.  Oscar was pleased—and enthused.  There was some displeasure so noted on their handsome boyish faces but otherwise they gulped schlong and then went on to the next deed.
	Which was good ole fashioned butt fucking.
	With Theo on his back, legs pulled back, Cockroach mounted the best friend and entered him.  It was slow going as Theo’s hole was a virgin hole with one way exit—no entry.  The boys giggled and Theo stroked his favorite organ as he was fucked.  Cockroach made slow but steady entry; Oscar caressed the boy’s buttocks, slapped them with his hand—and then his cock.  Then, as the boy made full anal penetration Oscar moved his own prick to Cockroach’s hole and though it wasn’t easy and a whole lot clumsy made dutiful entry himself.
	His cock kept flopping out, though, so he stopped to wait his turn.
	Walter C stepped up his progress and began pumping with vim (and vigor.)
	Oscar smacked the boy’s ass before moving around to plopped his bone into Theo’s mouth.  Then he nestled his nuggets into young man’s mouth and his cock slide effortlessly into Cockroach’s mouth.  Oh!  (but he wasn’t gay!)
	At length and Walter C unleashed a torrent of young teen cum.  His cock powerfully slammed fully into Theo’s turd chute; he strained and released all of his love cream.  Oscar was able to fully rewired the lad’s mind concerning sex with Theo.  Oscar smacked the boy’s ass and then while he rested laying on Theo, Oscar entered the boy and sodomized him greatly.
	To say the least there was significant smoldering from the young man’s hole.  Both teens had steam rising from their fine young bods.  Oscar had significantly enlightened Walter’s cornhole—and then some.  Gobs and rivers of cum oozed out of the turd way; Oscar sat back to admire and watch as slowly—slowly—slowly the hole snapped shut squirting out the remainder.  Then,
	‘move up.’ Oscar minded to the boy.
	Walter moved up Theo’s naked sweating heaving body to receive Theo’s naked slobbered on schlong.  Watching Theo butt fuck his best friend got Oscar’s shagged out shagger hard again.  He smacked the boy’s ass turning the black skin a nice shade of red—all to the liking of the fine strapping boy.  Both lads would forever enjoy a good spank (from the other) as well as an occasional romp spank fuck fest with Oscar.
	Walter
	By appearances, no, Walter “Cockroach” Bradhasloosechangeinhispantspocketandwontshareapence was a molester let alone a pervert.  But he was.  And how!  Mostly, his molesting and perversions were “in the closet”.  With the aid of Oscar and his nifty mind altering gadget, however, Walter C and his “in the closet” perversion were released.  First up was Shayanne Peterinme.  She was Walter’s age, tall, long-long super fine gal with equally long super fine sleek jet black hair.  She had great poise, fantastic smile, incredibly white teeth.  She most times wore non-jean pants, cotton pants of varying colors; baubles and necklaces.  A trend setter, she was popular, a singer, not too into sports but participated in some.  She was a nice girl and Walter C had deep thoughts (and desires) to see her naked.
	Well!
	As it turns out, they were friends and had associates that made it possible one day for Walter to be at a house whereas the Subject was.  There, too, were several others of various ages; the Mexican girl, Patricia, Walter had high hopes of getting close to, too; Valerie Munckiss, Stephanie Uptheass, Lola Givesadamn all tantalized Walter; the white girl Nancy Givesashitt, and the British girl import, Nora Whatsinaname, with her “accent” tickled him and he thought he might have heard her fart.  He wanted to see her in her underwear—and then naked.
	Shayanne, though, was first on his list.
	It took time, a long time; lots of milling about, socializing, distractions of this and temporary loss of his Subject, but finally, the crowd thinned and there were only a handful of peoples about enabling “unseen” Oscar to mind zap Shayanne thus enabling Walter to see his prize naked.
	And no hiding in a bedroom or bathroom, right out on the deck by the pool did the act take place.  For Walter—it was cum dream squirt true.  The lovely six footer gal stood like a neon banana; clad in a yellow pant suit the girl was sleek and even more so as the articles of clothing fell away.  Basic white bra with matching yellow bikini panties.  As she slid the undies down—Walter was cumming off in his pants.
	The boy slipped out of his clothes and the girl stood before him stark raving beautiful—and naked.  She then handled Walter’s schlong, cupped his balls, caressed his ass, kissed him, then knelt down and gave him the most hellacious blowjob of his life!  She sucked like a pro!  Walter was enamored—Oscar was curious.
	Delving into Shayanne’s mind, though, wasn’t possible to dig into her psyche and see what was what that made her such a “pro.”  The nifty mind altering gadget was overtaxed as it was concealing his presence, waylaying Walter’s mind, Shayanne, and three other girls as well as a the mother of one.
	So Oscar would just have to be curious and maybe perhaps come back to her at a later time.  After the significant cock suck of which the young lady received a heaping share of spunk matter—and didn’t make a fuss about it—she laid out on the warm brick deck and Walter ogled her nakedness.  His mind was a virtual pinball machine—go with the graphics here.
	To say the least the fuck was incredible—and Shayanne seemed to get some enjoyment out of the deal, too.  And then, of course, Oscar took his turn—sloppy seconds!  He got his nut—too quick so he turned the midlevel teen over, spanked her butt, peed on it, the hoisted her up and took a turn at her cornhole finding it delightfully tight and allowing him his second nut lasting some five minutes!
	Then it was on to Valerie Munckiss.  She had just turned sixteen; she had a white mother and a black father.  A little tall herself she was, liked bold colourful fashions, lots of baubles, big loop earrings, kinky funky afro hair; she had a fantastic personality, very nice, cheerful, slender build, and could suck the chrome off a ’57 Chevy!
	She was also taking dick but only to her coochie; her back door was closed for business.  Walter was assigned the task of debauching that territory.  Oscar enjoyed tonguing out her snatch box that was surprisingly clean shaven.  He licked and lapped, nipped the “lips” and then had him a time rousing in her sex.  And though the girl’s mind was zapped she moaned, groaned, and gave him an enjoyable romp.
	Black girl Stephanie Uptheass was a virgin—except where giving handjobs were concerned.  She didn’t give head and her pussy and asshole were still unfucked.  Oscar and Walter took care of that with Oscar ramming her from behind and Walter drilling her snatch box—at the same time!
	White girl Lola was a cutie; she was fifteen, long blond hair with strawberry streaks, not too tall, hardly any titties, somewhat shapely, nice fine tight ass in a nice pair of fine tight jeans.  On close inspection of her poon it was discovered that she was not quite the virgin she seemed to be.  Prying into her mind and Oscar discovered that she was in an intimate relationship with her brother’s best friend—but not her brother.  The brother was seventeen.

**author’s note:  sad to report, me mother in-law has shuffled off this mortal soil.
    So posting this latest edition somewhat shorter in length but I’ll make it up as soon as I can.  She was a grand ole gal; we didn’t often get along—at a time she hated me guts!  But, she never said a bad word about me being a Little Person; she never called me names to my shortness and I appreciate that.  We took jabs at one another in other ways.  In the later years now; we were a pair at the local pubs!  I will miss the ole gal.  God rest her (and I hear tell that the Devil is worried she’ll show up at his place!)**