August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 28
And the Saga Continues
Cum Stains

Cum again?
	Sallyanne.
	He was obsessed with Sallyanne.  She was short in height but had lots of personality.  An adorable smile, blazing eyes, and blazing hair (red.)  She was all kinds of friendly and Andy was her friend.  She was fifteen, he was seventeen.  They shared an elective class at their high school—speech & debate.
	Equipped with the crazy ability of “mind control” using his mind and Andy Geeman was in fits.  Virtually any girl he saw he could have.  A mere suggestion and his desire was sent telepathically-like.  He didn’t know how—that whole alien abduction thing was still a bit of a mystery and hard to accept.  But, there was no denying the benefits.  And there was a bonus!  He hadn’t been fucked up the ass!
	For finding an alien’s eyeball, the marble, he had been granted special narly minding abilities.   And they were narly!  First there had been Kassie and the boy.  He had fucked them both.  He had kidnapped them both—then fucked them.  He had been able to get them to participate in his narly twisted sexual desire with neither Kassie or Karl being the wiser.  Neither put up resistance and after he deposited the two in the parking lot of a nearby hospital they wandered into the emergency room telling a tale that had no details.
	Since then, he had gone on a spree.

	At a school carnival there were opportunities galore.  Girls of all ages were there to be had.  The carnival was at a local elementary school so most of those in attendance were of elementary age.  Teenagers were there, too; siblings of the elementary aged kids.  Adults, too, were there, but Andy Geeman wasn’t interested in “adults”.
	Having such narly embedded mind controlling abilities did create a sort of quandary for Andy; so many choices!  Every girl he saw was a potential Subject for his unnatural desires.  Every girl met his criteria—pretty in the face, shapely ass, pleasant aura, and made his cock hard.  Virtually every girl!
	And for Andy Geeman, age made no difference. 
	Case in point:  a little blond hair girl; tight jeans, sweet-sweet smile, dazzling blue eyes, flat chested, dashing about almost unattended, happy child of six.  Six!  She was sooooo cute!  An elbow length green shirt with a matching checkered green vest; embroidered patches of animals all over the vest and shirt; green plastic ribbons at the sides of her pretty head; and dashing about mostly unattended.
	And six years old!
	Mostly and Geeman just wanted to see her naked.
	Nothing wrong with that!
	He didn’t believe he would actually harm the girl, like penetrate her and fuck her.  Maybe rub on her, rub on her pussy like he “rubbed” on his bed thinking of that other girl, Kassie.
	His cock ached.  He had to have the girl; just to see her naked.
	Embedded with the alien (slug alien) gift it was a done deal.

Excelling in the field of “Scumbag”
	Her name was Karen.  She was a very pretty girl—and looked better with her clothes off!  There was a slight twinge inside Andy’s soul; a mark of knowing that what he was doing (and proposing to do) was wrong on so many levels.  Thankfully, though, his devil-may-care attitude thwarted the “moral” issue and he admired the little girl clad merely in her panties.
	He liked to see girls in their underwear; panties specifically.  And little girls especially.  She was mindless—which was a good thing.  Inside his 1950 delivery van he stripped off his own clothes and blatantly masturbated right before her eyes.  He had already directed her out of the carnival area, past the guards, into the overflow parking lot, and up alongside his ride.  She was out of sight of anyone in particular—parents, guards, carnival goers arriving, parents.  Andy slipped into the driver’s seat and checked the immediate area.
	Feeling secure he moved to the cargo area, opened the custom sliding door and whisked the pretty six year old in.  There were older girls to be had, to have been had; teenage girls primarily.  But Karen took his heart so he went with that.  Stripped down to her panties he took a moment to ogle her.  His cock groaned so off came his own clothing then standing up with barely enough room to do so he flopped his erection inches before her pretty eyes.
	The girl didn’t bat one.
	Fuck it, against her face he placed his dong humping up alongside her nose.
	That felt awesome!
	A bit of sperm exploded from his piss slit into her honey golden hair.
	Having no moral fiber whatsoever he placed the head of his fuck stick into her mouth, a hand to the back of her pretty head and “moved” her along his shaft.
	Awesome!
	More sperm filled her mouth making her instinctively gag.
	On his knees before her he hugged her, felt of her butt, then engulfed her mouth darting his tongue inside her.  His desires began to unfold in a zillion directions all cumulating to one point.  She was too young, though, for penetration.  Wasn’t she?  His debate with himself was trumped by his desire to fuck regardless of age.  His boner was in control and his desires were driving him into a realm of scumbaggery.
	With her underwear off he moved the girl gently down onto the thick shag carpet.  Opening her legs he gawked at her sheer nakedness.  She was so innocent!  So pretty!  So unconscious!  He guessed that since she was basically “unaware” of what was happening to her—it was ok to proceed.  So he did.
	Firstly he applied his tongue.  He tasted just the slight hint of pee.  Didn’t bother him.  It enticed him!  Hungrily he licked the little girl’s cunt, driving into the crevice and cumming off all the while.
	The “taste” of Karen’s quim was bombastically delicious.  His heart was pounding hard and soon he was no longer in control of his thought processes.  His cock lay against the naked poon he had just slobbered on and began to grind—and to grind so in earnest!
	Gobs of sperm expelled soiling the child’s belly.  He strained hard just like he did when fucking his bed.  The sensation was the greatest!  Soon and he was grinding like a pro gouging the head of his prick into the virgin slit.  A little penetration was deemed ok—followed by a little more penetration.
	Then a little more.
	Soon and there was quite a bit of shaft pumping piston-like into the pretty six year old.  His feelings one way or another regarding such pesky concerns like “morals” were nowhere to be seen.  He moved into the girl with deliberate umph with extreme desires to defile.

Scumbaggery exponentially spoken here
	Same carnival hours later
	Same carnival hours later and Geeman was back scouring the crowd.  There were extra police and other “security” measures.  Didn’t deter Geeman, though; he sighted on some teenage cheerleaders.  There were some girl scouts, too.  School girls from grade school, teenage girls from high school, and then the woman with her young daughter who was bored.

	The woman looked good, the girl was also nice.  Not as pretty as Karen but she was ok just the same.  The little girl—bored.  Her mom kept her tethered close to her with the recent brouhaha involving the wandering naked little six year old.  The carnival was on the verge of being closed but with the extra security it was deemed “safe.”  We’ll see.
	Misdirecting the woman and her daughter proved a bit of a trial for Geeman.
	Extra security, news people, police, and as evening was coming on more people.  There was a little bit of a tug on Geeman’s heart about what he had done to Karen.  He was fond of her—in a sexual deviant sort of way.  Cupping her ass as he boned her had caused his heart to flutter so!  He thought of same to little bored girl.  She was about seven or so.
	After getting “Noreen” and Megan to his delivery van/truck he realized that he was getting the hang of redirecting people—AND that he had managed to work his mind magic to the both of them!  Then, once inside his ride he found he was able to get them to undress themselves!
	A woman!  Noreen Hellbath was in her early thirties.
	And a woman!  He had mind handled a woman!
	It was unbelievable.  And quite another quandary as who to do first!
	He deemed himself a child molester.  Pure and simple no questions.
	But Noreen.  Noreen was no “child.”
	And she was pretty nice in her own right; short auburn hair, nice blue eyes, ski-slope titties.  He like those.  Some teen girls he knew had sloped titties like a ski-slope.  Perky.  He had the woman strip down completely—slowly.  The little girl, Megan, down to her panties.  He marveled at how the two did so without hesitation.
	A nosebleed developed soon after and a bit of nausea followed.  It felt like he was at the top of a mountain where he and his father went hunting along with deep sea fishing and way-way out from shore (at the same time!)  Not a pleasant feeling.  A cold soda helped and then just sitting hoping the ailment would pass—soon.
	It did.  But left him with a bit of an earache and some lingering dizziness.
	Noreen.
	A nice woman with just a bit o’ hair on her pie.  Those ski-slope titties really sent him.  hiking her legs up along his chest he entered her and began pumping.  The woman barely made any indication of awareness.  Geeman sunk his cock all the way in and his mind drifted.  He knew girls, his age, younger, some older, and they had mothers.
	Mothers he considered fucking.
	No morals.  None.  He creamed in Noreen dramatically and the woman moaned.  The oldest pussy he had been in was eighteen.  Was.
	Little Megan.
	She had little nobbies, Beginner’s Titties.
	Her pussy was bald.  Not pube one.  Laying her down and Geeman took his time looking her over before slowly easing her panties off.  He tucked those into his pants pocket (for later use.)  Then, like with Karen before, he went down on her to nosh.
	The “feeling” of fucking the woman was still with him—a long lasting feeling that lingered for years.  His first fuck of a woman.  It was right there with his first fuck of a little girl!  (Kassie)  And speaking of “feelings”—there were none whereas the concerns of sinking his bone into Megan.  None.  Nonexistent.  He went into her, slowly, and as he began pumping he stared into her face.  She was a sweet girl, just bored being alone at the carnival with her mother.
	The girl was semi aware of being boned.  She made faces, grunted, groaned, and whimpered.  Uncaring Geeman continued with his antics until cumming.  He shuddered, pulled out and humped lightly her gash—then reinserted and fucked her again!

“If you lick my asshole you can fuck me.” Unquote
	Sallyanne.
	Sallyanne Gregishairy was a neat girl.  She was younger by a couple of years, freckles, flaming red hair, height challenged, and had a nice-nice set of titties.  Nice.  There was a nice smile and a nice butt to go with those nice titties and for the longest time, well, since the beginning of school, Andy G wanted to feel of those titties.  Well, virtually every friggin’ girl at his high school he wanted to feel of their titties.  Ass and pussy to follow.
	Being athletically challenged, Andy fell into the speech and debate class; he wasn’t a good debater but excelled in presenting funny speeches.  The class was an elective class so all grades were represented.  Andy was in the junior class while Sally was just beginning, a freshman.
	As per the norm, Sallyanne arrived at school early.  So did Andy.  Often she went to the cafeteria to hang with her peeps.  Andy didn’t have peeps, he had the hornies.  He hung out in the quad area with other derelicts of the athletic program, members of the chess club, language arts, choir, and other dweebs of society destined for snide remarks and bullies.  More on the latter cumming up.
	Occasionally and Subject Sallyanne went to wait outside the speech and debate classroom.  It was their first class of the day that began at 8AM.  Time check—7:40.  Plenty of time.
	What time?
	Why, hanky-panky time!  Of course!
	There’s always time for scumbuggery!
	Casually and did Andy stroll into the “C” annex of the school.  There were lettered buildings from “A” to “E”.  In the beginning many years before Andy and the “A” to “E” buildings were enough; there was the auditorium, metal and wood shop, and that was about it.  Eventually as more and more students arrived more buildings were needed—thus “annexes” were constructed.
	Sallyanne liked Andy, he was “ok”, an upperclassman who had some charm, his own car, and gave funny speeches.  As soon as Andy approached she brightened up and smiled.  The sunlight streaming thru the double paned double doors at the end of the hall glistened in her hair.  She was a unique person and he wandered if she trimmed her snatch hair—or had any there at all!
	Let’s find out!
	‘take your pants down.’ He sent a strong minding message to the whimsical girl. He was getting a real feel for how to manage his slug-alien gift.  (and he was damn thankful that he hadn’t been sodomized and/or impregnated!)
	To his mild surprise, the girl undone her tight jeans and lowered them!
	Just passed her ass.
	Lavender panties she wore.
	Andy always marveled at girls and their panties.  Why?  Why did girls have to have so many different kinds of underpants?  So many colors, styles; string, bikini, thong.  Every stinkin’ color in the rainbow.  Fancy with lace and some that were crotchless.  It was a marvel, too, the undies that had writing on them.  Hot stuff!  Kiss me!  I’m a honey! And on and on; whose gonna see them?  Some undies had flowers on them or cartoon characters.  Some were for little adults, too!
	On his knees he then had Sallyanne lower her panties.
	She did!
	Like Noreen and Megan, Kassie, Karl, Sallyanne’s mind was his.
	And she had flaming red pubes!
	And was a virgin!  (but not for long)

	With students arriving further investigation of Sallyanne Gregihairy would have to wait.  Damn it!  Andy did manage to feel of her ass and rub his exposed cock against her belly.  Strong desires to “rub” against her all over raged within him.  And it didn’t help that there were several girls in his class that he also wanted to “rub” against all over.  Natalie Sumcummings he wanted to see laying across his lap, panties at her knees, and his hand smacking her ass red.  Oh!
	And the list goes on.  Girl after girl, class after class.  Equipped with the minding gift and the possibilities were endless.  Leigh Ann Huffnstuff was another girl he desperately wanted to rub against.  She was in his class, graduating class.

	The daughter of a preacher, Baptist, the girl was not quite the Christian once at school.  To know her (at school) and one would never guess she was a Christian girl who sang in her daddy’s church and was an active member.  Long light brown hair, brown eyes, pleasing to the eye, Texan drawl, nice butt.
	One morning she was in a dress outfit and hanging at her locker with best friend, Claudia.  They were in “B” annex that was a “L” shaped building with the bottom part of the “L” emptying out to the playing fields and outside basketball court.  There was a bit of a hill there, a bunch of trees and shrubs, and those metal picnic benches.  No students.  Again, it was some minutes before first bell.  Andy made his play,
	‘Come here.’ he minded to the pair.  At the corner of the “L” there were some missing lockers.  The annex housed a mix of classes; an economics class, art, and two history classes.  Bathrooms for students and faculty plus a teacher’s office and supply room were here, too.
	Andy had visibility down the long hall as well as to the short end.  He was mostly interested in Leigh Ann, but Claudia had potential, too.  Quickly, though, he put his hands up inside Leigh Ann’s flowery Fall dress feeling of her most delicious ass.  Most delicious!  His cock nearly busted out of his pants!
	A quick smothering kiss and though by now students were beginning to arrive at the far double doors making the risk great, Andy pushed down the girl’s panties to finger her pussy.  He couldn’t rightly make a determination her virgin status.  That would cum later.  He did rub his schlong against her furry cunny and make a mental note to “DO HER” placing her #2 on his List—Sallyanne was #1.

Tasty and delish!
	Stephannie Beesharp.
	While standing in the cafeteria lunch line behind sixteen year old sophomore Stephannie Beesharp—she farted.  It wasn’t loud (or stinky) but it was announced and one of those farts that “just slipped out.”  So embarrassed the girl Andy Geeman somewhat knew that she dashed out of the line and out of the cafeteria.
	She obviously didn’t have brothers.
	Andy found the girl still horrified.
	‘it was a good fart.’ Andy began, ‘don’t be embarrassed.’
	Nope, didn’t work, she was still embarrassed.
	There were a lot of things he could have done with his “powers.”  A super hero, a government experiment, a spy, a do-gooder.  But,
	‘go behind the equipment room.’
	Sandwiched between the girl’s gym and the boy’s gym was a small building for gym equipment and also served as a little used weight room.  Behind the building was a mass of shrubs and bushes and perfect for hanky and/or panky.
	The hanky spot was known to the student (and faculty) body of the school; placing a basketball, football, tennis, and golf ball in a bag hanging on a hook on the side of the building gave the sign that the hanky spot was “in use.”  There was only one way into the semi secure area; no viewing from any other angle although you could possibly see something if you were on top of the hill directly behind the building.  (but by the time you saw the “sign” then made your way all the way around to the upper football field to the hill and the “viewing” spot the act you were hoping to catch was usually over.)
	Of course, the wise students of the school often just camped out there on the hill—waiting.
	Andy didn’t know how to put the farting incident out of the girl’s mind.
	He tried a couple of times but failed so he let it be.
	‘so you farted, big deal.’ That rhetoric seemed to have more weight.  With that he had the girl lower her powder blue jeans.  She was a sweet girl, she had a nice laugh and acknowledged Andy’s existence on the earth.  Lots of 1980’s style thick rich dark brown hair.  Soft features, soft blue eyes, nice bouncy cantaloupe titties.
	Bikini panties in peach color.
	And a nice full muffin.
	Not a virgin!
	With her pants down Andy did the honors of rolling her panties down.  He felt bits of spunk soiling his underwear.  Gently and carefully he laid the girl down on some previously placed cardboard.  It was a little clumsy and more than once did he panic when the girl seemed to be a little more “aware” than he wanted.
	Voices too close by also panicked him but he determined that they were up on the track field of the football field above him.  A couple of minutes were stolen checking out Stephannie’s pussy.  He wasn’t aware of the Q&A feature so he merely marveled at her nakedness noting her pussy’s “lips.”
	His tongue quivered and down on her he had to go.
	There was some thirty minutes left in the lunch period.
	Sliding his cock into the girl’s cunny required taking her pants and panties off so he could move her legs open.  That, too, was a little clumsy and awkward—mostly ‘cause he was so desperate and in a hurry.  He managed but it took time.
	Noshing on the girl’s cunny was delish!  A little musty with a slight taste of pee.  Didn’t bother him and he devoured her cunny wholly.  As the juices began to anoint his mouth he thought of Sallyanne.  Sallyanne and Leigh Ann.  With a giggle, an insidious giggle, he thought of Sallyanne and Leigh Ann sixty-nining.
	That would be awesome!
	But first!

	As he put his tool into Stephannie he thought of Noreen.
	A woman!  He had fucked a woman!  He was pretty sure she had been fucked on a regular basis—she was pretty, had at least one child, and so on.  Her pussy had not been overly snug fitting but it had been tight enough to be enjoyable.  And Andy Geeman had enjoyed it.
	Now was Stephannie.  Her pussy was enjoyable, too.

	After a trying day of tests, tolerating bullies, bullshit on the gym, and managing his nifty mind altering abilities, he needed a break.  Out in front of the school “waiting” was primary subject matter, Sallyanne.  Oh my!  His cock suddenly tingled and his mind erected.
	No, er, mind tingled and cock erected.  Yeah, that’s it.
	Tight butt in those tight jeans.  Fifteen.  Fuckable oh so damn fuckable.
	Slowly ever so slowly did he walk up on to the girl, at angle so as not to startle her.  School ended 2:55, current time was 3:20.
	“Waiting for someone?” he asked coming up beside her.
	“Yeah.” She replied a little disgruntled.
	“They late?”
	“Damn late.” She replied even more disgruntled.
	“I-I can give you lift.”
	She accepted.  She didn’t have a choice—willingly or not so she was going to get a ride.

	Sallyanne lived fairly far from school and usually got a ride to and from.  Today the older sibling designated to pick her up was late for some reason not disclosed.  There was a park beside an elementary school, a large park with residential homes on two sides, an industrial junk yard/storage yard on one side, and the elementary school on the other.
	Andy parked on the side where across the small side street was the junk/storage yard.  There were few peoples in the park.  Sallyanne was in a “mindless” state of being and was easily maneuvered into the back area of the old delivery van/truck.  Once there he wasted no time stripping her down.  It would have been a better place to have shagged Stephannie.  But the risk of exposure and getting caught also played a factor—so he bagged Steph where he did on campus.
	Checking out Sallyanne’s body—in a word?  Delish!  A nice trimmed quim.  Nice supple hooters; cantaloupe style.  Creamy skin, flaming red hair (top and bottom) and a nice-nice fuckable face.  Pussy, too.  But it was her face (for some reason) Andy Geeman wanted to drag his balls across.  To hump up alongside her nose then bury his hardened shaft into her mouth as a finale.
	Titty fucking followed.
	Sallyanne remained totally oblivious to his outlandish antics; and in a way he was disappointed.  The girl was easier to deal with in the manner of being mindless and so be it “zombiefied” but a little more lively would be preferred.  But he enjoyed what he had—Sallyanne’s divine pussy!
	Sliding in and out of Sallyanne’s divine pussy was—divine!  Heavenly!  The sensations were sensational!  He thought of Noreen, a woman.  Her pussy had sent shivers all thru his body with lingering after thoughts of “Damn!  That was good pussy!”
	Sallyanne had “good pussy”, too.  Virginal.  She made gasps as his cock worked in her.  There were so many sensations that Andy couldn’t think straight.  His cock powerfully powered into the teenage girl’s quim delivering unto her a great quantity of love cream.  He could feel his spunk spewing from his piss slit; he could feel the torrent of his cum streaming thru his cock!
	When done and withdrawn, Andy lay on the naked heaving girl sucking on her titties.  Her pussy was a swamp.  His balls were tingling and that shuddering feeling was beyond measure.  Lightly he found himself humping the girl’s hip; he moved up on her to flop his cock between her very nice titties.  More cum spurted forth splashing onto her face.
	A little livelier would have made it better.
	
	A little spank session was in order.  It turned him on.   A cheap thrill but whatever.  Smacking the girl’s ass flesh, watching it jiggle, hearing the smacking sound, watching it turn red, got him off.  Cum was squirting out of his cock as he smacked Sallyanne’s bottom and in a flash he had her on her hands and knees and ramming his cum rod into her equally virginal asshole.
	More sensations came, along with cum.  He was out of his mind.  It was like listening to Tom Jones’ “What’s New Pussycat?” eleven times in a row then change up to “It’s Not Unusual” before returning to eleven more “Pussycat”.  As a prank, I suggest when at a diner (or pub) that has a jukebox AND Tom Jones’ aforementioned songs, play them as such—eleven “What’s New Pussycat” then “It’s Not Unusual” followed by eleven more “Pussycat”—just to watch the people and wait staff.  It’s hilarious.  You’ll probably be thrown out on your ass and banned from ever returning to the diner (or pub) but it’s worth it.
	After his tryst with Sallyanne, cleaning her dressing her, and fucking with her mind with the insertions of “you want to suck Andy’s cock—every day!”  There, too, were notions of other naughtiness; “let Andy finger your pussy”  “let Andy FUCK you” and “allow Andy to hump your ass(hole)”.  They then went on to Sallyanne’s home where after she got out and gathered her things, and her mind was still resetting, her mother appeared at the door wandering who the hell was bringing her daughter home.
	Sallyanne introduced her mother to Andy; Andy clambored out of his ride while Sallyanne explained about the tardy no-show sister.  While explaining; the no-show tardy sister pulled up.  She was in soooo much trouble.  Kari Lynn knew she was in deep shit but before any yelling from her mother could begin—
	‘go in the house.’
	Kari Lynn was a freshman at the local junior college.  She drove a crappy yellow Volkswagon (with crappy powder blue fenders); was just under six foot tall, slim gal, nice-nice butt, nice face, reddish brown hair, and about the same size titties as her younger sister.
	Sallyanne and her mother, Teresa also were minded to go into the house.
	No one else was home.
	The house was quiet, save for the dishwasher.  A quaint home, modern, well kept, well lived in.  Andy didn’t give the house the once-over; he wasn’t interested in the house.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Right there in the living room and Kari Lynn pulled off her short sleeved school sweatshirt.  She wore a tee-shirt underneath and then her pinkish bra.  Those titties!  Nice.  Andy’s bone, already fulfilled that day with the antics of Sallyanne, blasted into an erupting explosion of sexual want.
	He couldn’t wait and began pawing at the teen’s titties—his mind was as captivated as the family.  Cupping both globes he squeezed the flesh, tweaked the nipples, then suckled them as if he were a baby.  His cock was in agony.  Kari Lynn remained still.  His hands went around her body, up her sides, down her backside and inside her pants.
	Sallyanne and her mother stood idly by—waiting their turn.
	A kiss on the mouth that was passionate and then he had the girl strip off her pants and panties.
	On examination—Andy discovered that Kari Lynn had a swamp-like pussy.
	He smiled.
	‘you been getting some.’ It was a statement.  And in that—he finally discovered a found trait.  Q&A.
	“Yes.” she answered.
	Her blatant answer startled Andy catching him off his guard.
	Fingering her pussy he got the nineteen year old’s juices flowing—as were his own.  On the sofa he positioned the college freshman driving his prick into her without much further foreplay.  The girl gushed and Andy came.
	As he calmed down from the initial orgasm—
	‘what did you mean, “Yes?”’ he inquired, ‘did you just have sex?’
	The girl nodded, “Yes.” she answered.  Her eyes were fixed, her mind mindless.
	‘that’s why you were late picking up your sister?’ she was getting laid.
	Kari Lynn answered again—“yes.”
	‘do you—take it up the ass?’
	“No.” a flat mono defiant “not No but HELL NO.”
	It was a beginning—Q&A.
	Finishing up with Kari Lynn (and having already fucked Sallyanne) he eyed the girls’ mother.
	‘get naked.’ Flat and basic.
	Teresa was in her forties.  Andy didn’t care; his norm was for girls in their teens, pre-teens, and younger.  But there were exceptions and Teresa was one such.
	Once the woman was indeed “naked” Andy embraced the woman, fondled her titties—which were a bit more than cantaloupe size—and put her to her knees.  He didn’t follow thru with any Question and Answer put shoved his cum laden pussy juiced cock into her mouth and began to pump.
	Then, right on the floor he delved into her pussy—his tongue and fingers first.  His cock was sizzling.  In her mouth was ok, then up along her nose for a skull fucking with his balls in her mouth while he did so.  In her pussy and his cock simply exploded.  His tongue had worn out and he was not much into that deed; it was okay and got a pussy juiced up ok but foreplay wasn’t his thing.
	She had flaming red pussy hair, well trimmed, and there was a rearing snorting pissed off unicorn in the upper right of the woman’s snatch.  Interesting.  He slid his cock in and on the third thrust he was cumming.  His cock remained steadfastly hard—hard enough to continue pumping for a couple of more minutes.
	Well worn out he put the family back the way they were where they were and left the scene.  He needed a shower—and a nap!

“Don’t want to say she’s a slut but she’s been cocked more times than John Wayne’s shotgun!”
	He was in a fit.  Things in his mind kept swimming around and around and around—and went no where.  There was no outlet.  He couldn’t make sense of it; aliens?  Slug-like aliens?  Some big ass pink creature similar to America’s Big Foot—aka Sasquatch?  Kassie, Noreen, Stephanie, Sally.  Somehow he managed to keep his wits—somehow.  He realized that when he got his change at the service station from filling up his ride—he could have asked the cashier for “extra.”
	“Give me an extra twenty.” Using his narly minding powers.
	Minding powers.
	That’s what it was—he had minding powers like so many characters in books, movies, and comic magazines.  Minding powers.  In the world there were those EMAD things.  But Andy Geeman had the same abilities without the handheld gizmo.  And no alien slug-alien egg up his ass!
Almost like dancing
	Other than Sallyanne, Stephannie, Leigh Ann, Claudia, there were others.
	Such as,
	Karlie.
	Karlie Chaffmibottom.  A nice girl, kind of quirky, high strung, very friendly, and oh so fuckable.  Very fuckable.  Andy was fairly sure than she had been fucked—if not by a boyfriend then surely by her pesky dweeb twelve year old brother who was not in the 6th grade as he should be for his age but in high school taking freshman classes.  
	Like Leigh Ann, Karlie had her own shadow, Samantha.  Andy liked her, she was outgoing, was a little quirky, hated cheerleaders and do-gooders, and had a nice butt.  She had nice hair, too; for some odd reason Andy liked her hair—it was spunky!  A pretty girl in her own right, she spoke well, smelled nice, and knew Andy by name though they had no classes together.  Andy found himself strangely drawn to her—and with one you get the other (Karlie.)
	Either, iether, or the other—made no difference to Andy.
	As close as Karlie and Samantha were—Andy wondered.  He had heard things about girls who have close relationships.  He wasn’t too sure exactly how it was that girls had “sex”.  He thought the same of Leigh Ann and Claudia but with Leigh Ann’s dad a minister he doubted there was any hanky and or panky going on between them.  But maybe!
	But first!
	Some weeks after “acquiring” the mind altering abilities with special enhancement of Q&A he found his prey at the local museum.  The museum was an outside museum of old building, old trains, old derricks, old history.  The girls were researching something for their history class.  Midway thru their research they got silly, giddy, and naughty.  Andy being stealthily sneaky spied on them as the two subjects found various locales to suck face, take their pants down and bump-grind one another sexually provocatively so.
	Whether or not they were actually sexually active with one another wasn’t clear or they were just being silly.  Karlie had very nice super nice sleek black curly hair.  She was tall; nice form to her seventeen year old body, very-very nice titties.  Very.  She could sing, too!
	Samantha, though, was the draw for Andy.  There was something about her that churned his nuggets.  Honey blond hair, blue eyes, not as straight laced as Karlie, she slouched more.  Seeing both girls in school gym clothes really made Andy horny.  Seeing the girls slip their pants down and then do some bumping and grinding against one another just made it worse.
	Then the girls’ bratty dweeb brothers showed up.
	
	Boys being boys, and boys being boys of sisters—pestering said sisters was their ultimate goal of the day.  Spit balls, tossing small pebbles, empty soda cans, then squirting water onto the suspecting girls from up on outside second story floors and stairs.
	“KNOCK IT OFF!” yelled Karli and Sam.
	The boys had been busted—but continued their antics—as well as others.
	Inasmuch as Andy enjoyed watching (spying) on the girls he began spying (watching) the boys, too.  They were just as interesting.  Behind the 1880 “drug” store they whipped out their young schlongs and commenced to have a pee fest.
	Spencer was Karlie’s brother, he was twelve.  Freddie was Sam’s brother, he was ten.  Freddie had raven jet black hair, was about average for his age compared to other boys; Freddie was a bit shorter for boys in his age group, and had flaming red hair unlike his sister who had the honey blond hair.
	After the pee fest where they crossed streams and pissed all over bushes and the building the boys struck off in search of their sisters.  Not finding they found some other girls—little girls in short skirts.  As the girls went up old frontier stairs, the boys hide underneath sneaking peeks up thru the open wooden stairs in hopes of seeing something “interesting.”
	The boys had potential!
	‘would like to fuck that girl?’ and the girl in question was twirling up on the landing of a 1880s old west hotel giving the boys below a wonderful view of her panties.
	Too enthralled was the boy’s mind Andy probed to give a definitive answer.
	‘have you fooled around with your sister?’ this time it was Freddie who was probed.
	This time there was a giddy response.  The answer was NO but—
	‘have you seen your sister naked?’
	Freddie and his sister (Sam) did often prance about butt bare assed naked (when parental units were nowhere in sight) BUT there were no hanky-panky between them.  That didn’t mean, though, there was want.
	Mostly curiosity.
	Freddie was a virgin.
	So was Spencer.  Spencer and sister Karlie also saw one another butt bare assed naked but had stepped up their relationship with a little occasional “touchy-feely.”  Seemed the natural thing to do but neither had gone any further.
	But that didn’t say there was want.
	And both—BOTH were willing to step over the morality/incestuous line and commit to sexual frivolity—but Karlie was hesitant, fearful of potential hazards involved in sexual frivolity.  But she was thinking of it!

	The girl showing her panties off (unsuspectingly) was about eight years young.  The age wasn’t a factor for either Freddie or Spencer.  Andy made a note of that.  And after the girl went into the upper level of the hotel with her family the boys below scampered off behind the building whipping out their schlongs for a quick “quickie.”
	Hmmm
	‘take your pants down.’
	Spencer was hesitant but Freddie pushed his pants (and undies) all the way down.  A small lad was Freddie but his penis was of decent size.  Spencer tried not to eye his friend’s erect dong but couldn’t help it.
	“Goddamn, fuck, shit!” he blurted out.  Spencer was two years older but Freddie had a cock the same size as his!
	Freddie giggled and blushed and began “working” his 5-incher proud of his meat stick that was more than nominal size for a lad his age (10).  Spencer stroked his own, cupped his own ass being kissed by the noon day sun.  His own pants and tidy-whiteys were at his knees—and his eyes were still fixated on Freddie’s boner.
	Then,
	Freddie paused in his self-pleasuring and turned about and bent over.
	Spencer, sweating, gulping for air, stepped up close—too close, and began brushing his cock’s head against his friend’s ass.  Up and down the crack, probing the “hole” then bashing the head against each cheek.  Freddie giggled then turned about—he was happy-go-lucky while Spencer displayed concern.
	The boys engaged in playful cock fighting before—
	Freddie dropped to his knees and took Spencer’s cock wholly into his mouth.  Watching the boys and Andy found himself strangely sexually attracted.  He profoundly professed himself NOT to be a homo.  But then again—
	After sucking—sucking—sucking the boys found themselves sucking—sucking—sucking Andy Geeman’s cock.  Cock and balls.  Then, on a fluke, just to ensure that their minds were indeed his to control, he bent over and presented unto them his ass—specifically his asshole.
	‘kiss it.’ the hole, he commanded.
	Both boys gave no hesitation and did so infacto KISS his asshole.
	Their young minds were his to control.  And warp.

	So were their sisters.
	If the consequence of NOT getting knocked up by her own brother, yeah, Karlie would have some sex with her brother.  Some.  Not a lot.  Not up the ass, but she would consider orally pleasing him.  What about—Sam?  What Karlie consider a little sexual romp with her best friend?
	No comment.
	One, she didn’t know how to proceed with “sex with another girl.”
	Two, it’d be weird.  They were weird enough on their own as it was.
	And what about—Freddie?  If she were willing to get freaky with her own brother—what about HIS best friend?
	No comment.
	Ok; Sam’s turn.
	Sex with her brother?
	No—not No but HELL NO.
	Sex with—Spencer?
	See above.
	Sex with Karlie?
	Yes!
	She was already a little kinky with her bestest best friend and secretly wanted to do a little more.  She had never engaged with another girl sexually but was not so naïve as not to know what it was about.  Muff diving and Scissoring, some spanking maybe, face grinding, and mutual masturbation were techniques she was aware of—and wanted to experiment with Karlie.
	Well—armed with that nifty info…

*

We’ve got Book of the Month Club, Cheese of the Month, Girl of the Month, so now introducing—Pubic Hair of the Month Club!  This will coincide with the Used Panty of the Month Club featuring used undies from various girls from various pubs in and around your local drinking area.

Constable asked “You drinking?”
I answered “You buying?”
And we just laughed and laughed.  I need bail money.

I’d like to tell my therapist what I’m thinking; but I don’t want to go to that little place on Whitechapel Road.

New definition:  Askhole—a person who constantly asks for your opinion and then does the exact opposite.

Remember, whenever you feel worthless—you probably are.
No, that was mean; whenever you feel worthless; remember, you were once the quickest sperm!  There, now, I feel better already!
Of course, the other side of that spectrum is:  the fastest sperm never gets in first. By the time there’s a hole large enough for one to squeeze through, the fastest ones are too exhausted to make it in.  Meanwhile, I (probably) swooped in right after all the work was done to steal the rewards.  Congrats!  From conception, I was a backstabbing SOB! 

New cologne fragrance—Ode de Cow, from the Barnyard Collection—featuring Spunk of Skunk, Jig of Pig, and of course—Horse!

*
Limited express
	Sneaking onto a train seemed like the optimum thing to do.  The “train” was a passenger train headed by a 1933 steam locomotive, 4-8-2 configuration.  The locomotive pulled six 1940’s passenger cars.  Of the six cars there were only passengers in the front two with some in the middle and none in the rear two cars.  The train was merely on a test run after a refurbishing of some mechanical parts.
	Usually the train ran passengers up and down the main line on the weekends and had full cars when it did.  During the week and the train had fewer passengers—so when Kyle and Tosha were sighted by the Conductor, Huley Unusual, he knew something was up.  It was midweek and the two passengers should be in school.
	For Kyle and Tosha, they “were” in school, their school-class was at the outdoor museum on a field trip.  The train had stopped for the class to gawk at and was not intended for anyone to board.
	Kyle went forward for some unknown reason, when he returned he didn’t see his friend, Tosha, and thought she had gotten off.  Being one of the few black kids in his class she was easy to spot.  Peeking out the window to the class and he didn’t see her.
	Suddenly the car jerked and the train was moving!
	Oops.
	Kyle had no idea where his friend was.  The car was empty and beginning to move at a pretty good clip.
	Where could she be?
	He thought that she had probably gotten off—but she wouldn’t abandon him.  He didn’t think so.  They were friends and got into all sorts of trouble together.  The thought that maybe she got scared at the last moment entered his mind—but then again, Tosha really didn’t get scared.  Much.
	A little irked and a lot confused, Kyle moved to the end of the car.  At the window he saw into the last car.  It was less fancy than the other cars and were for the lowest paying passengers.  In that car, though, he saw something.
	Not something—someone.
	The Conductor!
	A fleeting thought of terror came across Kyle’s mind.
	‘Maybe he threw her off!’
	Mrs. Klayborne told of train tales of mean conductors throwing bums off of “their” train.  Maybe this conductor had done the same thing?
	The ten year old had a difficult time with the door—it was stuck or required an adult hand to operate.  Finally, though, he opened up and the door swung open.  The train was indeed moving at a fast clip—too fast.  Kyle’s breath was taken as he looked down to the ballast whizzing by at a blinding blur.  Not good.  The coupler jiggled and the wheels on the track clickety-clacked noisly.
	With incredible bravery he jumped the space between the cars.
	He never wanted to do that again.
	Sitting under the bridge on the dirt berm beneath the bridge whilst a HUGE thundering massive modern day locomotive roared above—impressive.  It was not only an earth shattering experience but one that had unnerved his soul.  Both he and Tosha, though, had done so—once during the day and then once during the dead of night.  Both were incredible experiences that never wanted to do again.
	They also had run thru a graveyard—right at the stroke of midnight on Halloween night.  Once.  Once was enough.  They had climbed to the top of a 200ft abandoned fire watch tower (and Kyle had peed off of it, too!)
	Sneaking into movie theatre was passé.
	After catching his breath, Kyle Blightvale peered thru the small window of the door he clung to tenaciously.  He was a short fella so “peering” was not an easy thing to do even on his tippy toes.  But the ten year old saw what he couldn’t believe he was seeing.  The scream of the steam engine five cars ahead was deafening and the whole train was moving across Ramalotta Bridge that spanned Kindadeep River.
	Inside the last car and Tosha lay across the conductor’s lap—her panties at her knees and her plaid dress hiked up to her waist.  The conductor was spanking her!
	‘What the fu-!” blurted Kyle.
	Fumbling with the door latch he entered into the car and stood with eyes glued to Tosha’s bare ass that was turning bright red despite the flesh being chocolate brown.
	“Come here!” the conductor said pointing at Kyle then pointing to the spot on the floor where he wanted Kyle to come.
	There were feelings inside Kyle he didn’t understand.  New feelings.  He regarded Tosha as his friend; so she was a girl; so she was black.  They meshed together, she laughed at his corny jokes, liked his likes, and liked him.
	Most of all, she liked him.
	Seeing her bare bottom caused an eruption in his soul he couldn’t understand.  That was ok, though; his cock did.  Suddenly there was a protrusion in his pants and the young ten year old felt a sudden urge—an urge like he had never felt before (but wanted to many times over and over and over.)
	“Ever seen her ass before?” the Conductor asked.
	He was a man in his 40s, therebouts.  Balding, wore an era uniform of a conductor, complete with hat.  There were wire rimmed glasses on his nose and a pocket watch (chain) on his vest.  Smoothing his hand on Tosha’s ass and Kyle was transfixed wholly.
	Tosha wiggled some but otherwise seemed to be ok.
	Kyle darted his eyes from her bare ass to her basic white panties.
	The Conductor smacked the girl’s ass and she yelped.
	“Stop!” shouted Kyle, “Y-you’re hurting her!”
	The Conductor stared at the young boy, “Want to take her place?”
	Kyle stood still, he had feelings for Tosha (not those kind of feelings).
	He shrugged and Tosha slipped off of the man’s lap.  While she rubbed her burning butt Kyle took his turn laying down across the Conductor’s lap. Well, he was about to when the man whispered “pants down.”
	Nervously and Kyle unfastened his pants, pushed them down then stood back up.  He stood in tidy-whiteys—tidy-whitey’s that had a pronounced protrusion.  Now it was Tosha’s turn to stare.  And she stared while one hand kept her dress up “revealing” herself—her nakedness.
	“Ever see a girl—naked?”
	Kinda, he had a six year old sister.  Other than that, “No.”
	Then, somewhat unknowingly, down came his underwear.
	Tosha watched with a grin as her geeky white friend pushed down his shorts.
	Then he lay across the Conductor’s lap and was molested.  Firstly, the man smoothed his hand all over the crisp white ass.  Then he smacked it causing the boy to jolt.  Another smack and the boy began to cry.  His legs flailed and taking the place of Tosha was turning out not to be such a good turn after all.
	Then the Conductor delved his fingers into Kyle’s butt.
	Kyle’s eyes bulged and he stopped crying to be freaked out.
	Another smack and then the spanking was over.
	Kyle stood and Tosha came around to sit on the Conductor’s lap facing Kyle.  She was angled in her sitting with her panties at her ankles swinging her legs.  Then, before Kyle’s eyes Tosha’s dress came off and dropped to the floor.  A simple halter top she wore in lieu of a bra—her breasts were small but beginning to be something.  Kyle couldn’t breathe.

	With her legs spread the nakedness of the girl was right there for all to ogle.
	Sure, Kyle had a little sister who sometimes he got to see naked and sometimes even up close as he helped dress her and bathe her and dry her.  There were mixed feelings, confused feelings.  She was his sister—but a girl, too.  Those feelings he had he knew he wasn’t supposed to have—feelings of unnatural desires.  They were hard to quell, his curiosity sometimes led him to fingering the girl—he didn’t know why but he did.
	And yeah, it made his penis extremely hard and the only way to make it better was to give himself a fingering.  The feelings stemmed from that action were too confusing for the young naïve boy.  But at ten, sex and molesting his sister were kicked to the side as he enjoyed climbing trees, the fire tower, and going on adventures with his friend, Tosha.
	It was a given that young Kyle had never had sex.
	It was a given, too, that he was curious—but again, at his age he had other things to fulfill his time.  Sex wasn’t important to him; playing was.  But as he stared at Tosha’s pussy his cock strove to change that plan.
	“Go ahead,” cooed the Conductor, “take ‘em down.”
	Never had Kyle been naked with his sister.  When helping bathe her, dress her, he had gotten a major stiffy but said stiffy was tucked inside his underwear and pants or shielded by his bathrobe.  Occasionally there was a stray thought of rubbing his “stiffy” against Shelly’s ass.
	Slowly and Kyle slid his tidy-whiteys down to his ankles.
	His stiffy was stiff.  There was a little embarrassment as he stood so naked and vulnerable.  Tosha was all grins and NOT blushing with embarrassment.  A little, but not so as you know it.  She had four brothers—three older and one younger.  Seeing a “stiffy” in her house was no big deal.
	“Rub it against her.” directed the Conductor.
	Kyle was a little confused but stepped up right up to Tosha’s bared snatch.
	A bit of pre-cum soiled the tip of Kyle’s schlong.  Was he a cummer?
	The Conductor caressed the boy’s bare ass; on the sly pushing him.
	Kyle’s eyes were all attentive as his penis kissed his friend’s pussy.
	Those feelings he had when with his sister at bath time emerged again with erupting fire.  The noise of the train car jostling and clacking along the rails faded.  His penis glided up and down Tosha’s slit.  His breathing increased, his heart raced, his cock stiffened even more!
	The concept of “fucking” or “having sex” was not elusive to the boy, he had had the “talk” with his parents.  It was embarrassing for all and so the pertinent exact details were left out.  Kyle had a pretty good idea; a mommy and a daddy slept together under the covers of their bed without their clothes on.  Then, when they wanted to make a baby they “coupled”—
	The daddy got on top of the mommy and inserted his “stiffy” into the mommy’s slit.  The details thereafter were a little hazy.  But the end result was a baby came along some months later.  A lot of details were left hazy.  A lot.
	More and more pre-cum came to glisten on Kyle’s nob.  His full attention was on Tosha’s cunt.  Slowly he moved “in.”  There were more feelings surging thru the young boy’s body—and yea his mind.  Feelings he had no control over, feelings he didn’t understand.  His penis entered in and there were more feelings—drowned out by other feelings.
	A little smack to his ass from the Conductor and he was in.
	Fully.
	All the way.
	And natural instinct brought him to “baby making mode”—aka fucking.
	Once he started, once the feelings in his dick exploded into his mind and body, he knew—he knew that that was an adventure he wanted to explore over and over and over.  Once the pumping began—yeowzers!  He was no expert but he did a fine job.  The Conductor smacked his ass and fondled his hairless balls.  Tosha grinned, giggled, and her little insignificant nipples stiffened.
	At length, though, young Kyle did pull out.  He was marveled at his penis and the deed surrounding the act he was doing (for the first time.)  The Conductor cooed to him more—“kiss her,” he said in a low but commanding voice, “kiss her where your dick has been.”
	The concept was a little confounding.  Kyle had no idea what “cunnilingus” was or referred to.  But with the Conductor’s guidance—
	Tosha had three older brothers and one younger; Kane, the oldest at 18yrs, didn’t do much to her—he watched as the others did, though.  She did SUCK him and he DID lick her out, finger her, and glide his cock up and down her young cunny.  He never came on her pussy or in her mouth—and no anal.  Kane had the proverbial BIG BLACK DICK.
	Korbin, the second in line, also didn’t do his sister “up the ass” but he was humping against her until spilling his seed.  Unlike his brother Kane, Korbin had a nominal black cock of average “white” length.  He was sixteen and not athletically prominent; he like to play chess and design computer programs.
	Trayvon also had a nominal dick size and enjoyed receiving blowjobs from his sister.  He licked out her pussy and rubbed his schlong all over her blasting hot loads of spunk onto her bald cunny.  No anal; but that didn’t say he didn’t try.
	Tyrese was eight years young and the only one to fuck Tosha.  He wasn’t a cummer so he had free reign to do so.  Ty was the only boy to be able to shove his adequate meat stick up his sister’s ass.  Just once; but it was a beginning.
	Tsk tsk tsk—family bliss at its best.

	After some pumpings and young Kyle stood mesmerized by his doings.
	“Kiss her.” cooed the Conductor, not on the mouth.
	The concept was very unknown to the young boy but down he went to where his cock had just been.  He kissed Tosha’s snatch and got a whiff of the muskiness of her there.  It was a little appalling.  The pussy area as a whole was slick by her juices as well as his own spillage.  The Conductor then schooled the boy on the proper technique of “kissing” a girl’s cunt.
	There wasn’t much kissing involved.
	Kyle licked and licked and found himself drawn into the realm that was “eating out a girl’s quim.”  Whether or not he liked it or not remained to be seen.  He just licked and was enthused when Tosha moaned, groaned, and anointed his handsome young boyish face with even more of her personal juices.
	Then he reinserted his cock into her cunt and fucked his brains out.
	The Conductor smacking his fine boyish ass all the while.
	Then,
	Kyle stood up; his penis was smoldering!  Juts of cum exploded in dramatic fashion splashing onto Tosha’s cunt.  The young boy was completely mesmerized—then even more so when Tosha slid of the Conductor’s lap and onto her knees.  She eyed Kyle’s schlong, smiled, then (with little encouragement) she took holt of the boy’s dong, worked it (like it needed it) then kissed it.
	Kyle’s mind was out.
	Tosha then leaned her head in (with her lips still on dick) and took Kyle’s cock into her mouth.  The girl made no face expression depicting one who did not like to suck cock but rather one who did.  Or at least she didn’t mind.  Like a snake devouring its prey, Tosha devoured her friend’s cock.  She moved ALL THE WAY to the base then moved back to the head.  Rolling her tongue about the super sensitive crown she had Kyle’s attention; his soul, heart, life…

	With her legs back she presented unto her stunned young friend her ass, hole, and pussy.  Kyle’s mouth hung ajar, his mind was virtually blank.  Soooo many times had he seen his little sister naked.  Soooo many times had he helped bathe her, clean her, dry her, and hoist up her panties.  A few times he had heard her fart.
	She had a nice ass.
	Stark naked and she was nice all over.  In the beginning, not so long ago, Kyle found his annoying little sister annoying—but he kind of couldn’t help but “check her out” when she was naked.  His mom asking him to help bathe and dress her—well, wow.  That gave him the sneaky opportunity to “finger” her where she peed.  He didn’t know why he liked to do that but he did.  He liked.  A lot!

	Tosha lay awkwardly-like on the Conductor’s lap; she lay back holding her legs being supported by the man who should be “conducting” business in the forward passenger cars.  Kyle stared and stared at the girl’s glistening pussy.
	“Lick her out.” the man said.
	Kyle knelt down but before he put his tongue to her juiced up cunt the man pointed to her poop chute.  “Here.” he said.
	“I don’t know about this.” Kyle said.
	“Just give the hole a few licks.” cooed the man.  “She sucked your dick, after all,” snickered somewhat the Conductor, “the least you can do in return is lick her hole.”
	Kyle paused a moment longer then with eyes closed leaned down and put his tongue to Tosha’s turd chute.  He licked and licked and licked and—
	“Try and put your tongue in.”
	Although grossed out at the thought of putting his tongue to the hole itself, putting his tongue IN to the hole was even worse.  But driven by sexual deviancy and curiosity he did.  It wasn’t all bad—but…it was still a BUTTHOLE he was licking!
	Thankfully the Conductor stopped him after just a few licks.  The boy stood and his cock was guided to the girl’s hole.  The girl showed some concern—she had only bee fucked in the butt once by her younger brother.  True, Kyle was merely two years older but his cock was a bit more than the younger brother who had butt fucked her.
	It wasn’t all bad.  A little discomforting but once Kyle got going “it wasn’t all bad.”
	Then,
	“My turn!” jeered/cheered the Conductor.
	Kyle was dislodged from Tosha—and even more mesmerized by Tosha’s poop chute.  It was HUGE!  But it was closing and leaking out creamy white ooze.  Kyle was a little disgusted—but not overly so.  His cock—his cock had feelings he just couldn’t put words to.
	On their knees side by side the two kids were in awe as the man stood whipping out his man thing.  It was HUGE!  The man flopped it, masturbated, then squeezed the elongated member at its base before wavered said member before Tosha’s astonished face.
	“You know what to do.” the Conductor cooed.
	She did but she didn’t want to.
	Tasting pussy?  Good.
	Tasting asshole?  Uhm, not so much.
	Tasting cock?  Definitely not good.
	To describe it—he couldn’t.  He didn’t want to.
	Tosha, though, didn’t seem to mind so much.  She was hesitant (at the beginning) but then she closed her eyes and down the shaft of the man’s cock she went.  She sucked and sucked and sucked (and sucked and sucked and sucked) without so much making a face about it.  Kyle, however—made lots of faces.
	It was best to blank out the episode—especially when after the cocksucking was done the Conductor had the two kids “turn around.”

	“I don’t want to go on any more trains.” Kyle stated.
	Tosha nodded; but to her, it was “ok.”
	After the Conductor had had his way with them, and the train returned to the museum, Kyle and Tosha snuck back to the class that was just heading to the bus to return them to school.  Kyle was quiet—his thoughts jumbled and tumbled.  Tosha seemed—ok.
	“Wanna come to my house?” Tosha asked.
	Kyle shrugged, “I-I probably should go home.” and gargle.
	Tosha nodded.
	Kyle looked on her in a new light—he had seen her naked.
	Then,
	“You-you want to come over to MY house?” he asked sheepishly.
	The girl he had licked her asshole smiled, “Sure!!”
	“My Mom wont be there, or my little sister.”
	“So we’ll have the house to ourselves?”
	“Yeah, for a little while.”
	“Cool.”
	Cool.
	
*

Extracurricular activities
	On her back, pants and panties askew beside her, Karlie lay in wanderlust.
	Her best friend, Samantha, also with pants and panties askew beside her, lay on top of her.  The girls’ tops and bras were also discarded and they were muff diving to the extreme.  Neither were opposed but were shy to engage in such activity on their own.  They needed encouragement—and Andy Geeman was just the fella to help out such activity!
	With their clothes off—the girls were awesome!  Of course—they were naked!  Both had good bodies to adore; trim, slim, formed, and Samantha had her beaver shaven!
	Andy enjoyed watching the girls strip off their clothes—so did their brothers!  Both boys were present—and naked!
	The boys’ eyes were glued on the girls.  Both had never experienced girl-on-girl action before but both seemed to “expert” regardless.  Their tongues heartily wholly licked the other’s poon; Karlie, on bottom, clutched Samantha, on top, her friend’s ass prying the cheeks apart to reveal to the gawking boys (and Andy) Sam’s turd chute.
	Driven by insane depravity, Andy put Freddie to his sister’s face—whilst she lip lapped Karlie’s snatch box she took a turn, too, and sucking her brother’s cock.  Then, after it was all slobbered on she helped guide him into Karlie’s cunt.  Meanwhile, Spencer, Karlie’s brother, got his weenie waxed by Karlie who then helped guide the slicked up schlong into Sam’s shitter.
	Watching both boys fuck was an incredible sight—especially since it was at the outdoor museum on the top floor of an 1880s hotel!  There were few peoples about but still…
	The sheer thrill of the chance of being seen doing something you shouldn’t be doing—well, that was sheer thrill.  After Spencer got off “getting off” in Karlie’s poop way, Andy took his turn.  The hole was smoldering and smoldered more with Andy’s more than adequate cock pounding therein.  He filled the hole with a gracious quantity of his gooey love.  His balls tingled and as he sat back massaging his favorite organ a small group of peoples began ascending the stairs.
	‘FUCK OFF!’ Andy said.
	Well, not in so many words—or aloud.  But the sentiment was transmitted—and received!  The encroaching group paused and turned themselves about and went back down; a pair of oldsters, a single parent (mother) a bored teenage girl, and two equally bored preteens.
	Satisfied a near catastrophe had been quelled Andy returned to the business at hand—which was using a pair of panties to clean off his “dirty” schlong.  Then, to further cleanse his meat stick he shoved it into Karlie’s cunt.
	She was a virgin.
	Was.
	Busting virgin pussy was fantastic!  It made him shudder more than anything else could make him shudder.  A few hearty pumps, a pull out, and cram into Sam’s mouth, then back into Karlie’s cunt to finish off.  While he fucked the girl, he had both Freddie and Spencer fuck and butt fuck Sam (still on top.)
	Then,
	‘it’s alright to have sex with your brother.’
	‘it’s alright to have sex with your brother.’
	Both Karlie and Samantha received mind warping input for a new way to live—i.e. to engage incestuously with their brothers.  The girls, too, were to engage sexually with each other.  The boys were free to explore each other but that was the only mind intrusion—their sisters would be the ones prompting the sexploits.
	It was the same with classmate Leigh Ann and her brother, Levi.
	Leigh Ann was a tall Texas drink of water; long super silky modern styled brown hair; brown eyes, and a persona of a “good girl.”  She was, however, not so much.  Her father was a preacher, Baptist.  At church and Leigh Ann sang in the choir, participated in a puppet show, helped teach young kids the “ways of being a Christian” and all things “good.”
	At school and Leigh Ann cursed—including the big ones; “goddamn it” and “fuck”.  Her best friend, Claudia, often sneaked peeks at the boys in the gym in less than their customary gym shorts.  Andy was smitten by the girl; and at least she knew his name and acknowledged his existence.  But that was as far as it went.
	In the annex building one morning—
	A most delicious ass!
	Leigh Ann wore a nice flowery Fall dress and Andy Geeman was about ready to fuck her brains out right then and there.  He held off—but it was damn hard.  He found her ass wondrous (delicious!) and on his knees inspecting her cunny he found light green tinted panties.  Taking the undies down he found a nice well trimmed furry cunt.
	Virginal.
	Flopping his cock out he rubbed it all over her belly area and angled down between her legs to that well trimmed furry cunt.  More could have been done but other students began filing into the hall so it was time to abruptly end festivities.
	Later that day, however,
	With her panties off, legs spread, horny horndog Andy Geeman took a better gawk at Leigh Ann’s poon.  The pubes were soft, delectable, delicious!  Examining her cunt thrilled him beyond belief.  He wondered how a gynecologist felt looking at pussy all day.  Leigh Ann’s pussy was wondrous—it had a slight hint of muskiness as well as pee.  Neither bothered Andy, he lapped up the pussy lips getting them “moist.”
	In his 1950 panel truck he performed his “examination.”  It was 6th period, Study Hall time for both of them, as well as Leigh Ann’s shadow, Claudia.  There was only time enough for one and so Andy chose, of course, Leigh Ann.  With the girl in a dress, undressing her was easy.
	Titties.
	Nice, firm, teenage titties.
	Andy was delighted.  After his examining of the girl’s pussy he partook of her equally delicious titties.  As much as he was enamored with her cunt he found joy in her mounds.  She had a nice ass, too!  Fondling the twins he grinded his cock against her pussy; he had shucked his own clothing to be free—it also was some sort of weird turn-on to be naked; in his truck, during school, in the school parking lot.  Of course, he couldn’t be seen but still…
	With his cock sliding nicely in (and out) of her pussy his mind was an eruption of pleasure.  Multiple pleasures.  He was absolutely fascinated with his doing; with the previous Karlie and Sam, Sally, Kassie.  Looking over the girl, pawing at her, sucking her titties, her neck, his sexual deviancy escalated.  After cumming off in her pussy he rolled the girl over and smacked her ass turning it slightly red.  The girl, Leigh Ann, remained completely unaware.
	Then he buggered her.
	Flicking his tongue to her shit hole he felt a new invigoration and after fingering said hole probed said hole with his cock.  The pleasures from doing so trembled him so.  Would she be so naughty as a minister’s daughter to go on the deviant side?  She had a brother—a couple years younger.  But she was a virgin.  Of course, that didn’t mean anything, she could be a virgin but still have some sort incestuous fun with her bro.
	Time was almost up; he had to dress, dress Leigh Ann then shuttle them all back to the library/study hall.  But first!
	‘have your brother shave your pussy!’

	Then there was Julie.
	Julie Feelme.  She was seventeen.  Flaming red hair.  A little undertall, height challenged, super skinny, very intelligent, and a standing member of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee.  She was a fun gal, though; drove a small compact American car outdated from the 1980s; was destined to be a nuclear scientist (like her dad) and occasionally—smoked pot.
	She had three brothers, two older, one younger.
	Her mom was a vice principal/teacher at another school.
	Seeing her in a one piece bathing suit sent Andy G to the moon.  Sure, she might be skinny as a proverbial bean pole, but damn!  He betted she was hot in the sack.  He knew that she hung out with some questionable girls—girls Andy knew were dopers.  And it wasn’t long before Andy was supplying some of that dope.  This got him in good with Julie—and her dopey friends.
	And that “getting in good” meant getting the dopey friends one-two-three (plus head dope, Julie) into his panel truck during lunch.  And sometimes, after lunch, too.  At first, it was “just to get to know your doper”; a little toke of this, a snort of that, a swig of something else to wash it down, and so on.
	Then,
	Blaming some particular whacky weed the girls promptly passed the fuck out.  Cool, it meant Geeman didn’t have to use his mental powers.  They been giving him such a headache!  With the girls passed out he enacted his perversion slipping off one girl’s clothes—Donna Gnashoeme.  She was seventeen and not a virgin.
	With half an hour before end of the lunch hour, Andy decided to play it cool and enjoy just the one girl; there, too, was her associate Teresa and Shelia.  With Donna, and Julie was there, also, Andy stripped the girl naked and enjoyed checking her out.  For seventeen, she had a nice pair of globes.  Round, firm, delectable.  Her pussy was a joy to enjoy, too; neatly trimmed with some evidence of being a non-virgin.
	Andy licked her out, fingered her pussy and was invigorated.  Fondling the girl all over was invigorating in itself!  A naked girl.  He had done worse.  Laying on the girl he eased his penis into her sex and got busy with the fucking.  There was nothing—nothing—NOTHING better than fucking.  Nothing.
	An amazing five minutes he spent fucking Donna.  Her hair was of the honey golden kind, kind of feathered (too much) and she was of a redneck family.  Nice big titties.  Andy didn’t think himself too much of a titty man, a girl had other qualities—crotch and ass for one.  Also, her face, a nice smile, eyes, and a not-too-big nose.
	After seriously creaming the girl’s cunny interior he languished a bit suckling her titties, fingering her pussy (and his own spunk!) and kissing on her.  With minutes only to spare he dressed her—after wiping her cunny clean (just the exterior) and using potent awakening aroma.  The girls were well buzzed and decided to skip the remainder of the school day.
	Andy felt obliged to do so as well.
	They continued to smoke pot and snort coke prompting another round of passed out girls.  So, Teresa was next on the list.  No panties.  No panties did this girl have on.  Kind of was a turn on for Andy.  Her muffin was well fucked but cock pleasing just the same.
	Shelia Shanks was a year younger and reportedly been held back a grade.  No wonder—she hated school and was a bone-fide stoner.  There was hardly any hardness left in Andy G’s bone but he managed.  Stripping Shelia down and he found welts on her backside and ass.  Hmmm.
	Her pussy was not super tight—or loose.  He fucked heartily and was unable to cum—so, he plugged her asshole and managed to shoot a nice load there.  There was no hardness left, though, for Julie.  He did strip her clothes off and found she, too, wore no panties and had no fur on her cunt.  Interesting.

*

Musing antics at the museum  (again)
	Standing on a deck overlooking a large flower bed, a young girl caught Geeman’s eye.  But not only himself but a pair of young boys about a year or so older.  Watching them closely and it was clear the boys were horny.
	This made the Geeman proud.
	He was also horny, fooling with his high school classmates was one thing (and an enjoyable thing) but—he was the ubiquitous pervert and therefore had likings of the younger set.
	The girl, Kamie Ohwong-Chee was approximately seven years young and fascinated by some butterflies.  She wore a nice lavender top with dark purple knee length britches.  Short thick jet black hair to her shoulders, a round face, and clearly of Asian heritage.
	The boys, approximately eight years young, were typical American lads; one was blond hair while the other was a sandy brown haired youth.  Both were at first seemingly up to something—like throwing spit wads or being nosey kids pestering a younger person.  But upon closer inspection it was determined that the boys were “up to no good”.
	Earlier when Kamie had been bending over checking out some chipmunks the boys were on an upper landing checking HER out—specifically that space between her pants and backside—sneaking at peek at the top of her panties.  The boys had an agenda—to see a girl’s panties.
	Andy Geeman had an agenda, too.
	Enacting that agenda took a little work as parental units at the outdoor museum were wary and leery of letting their children run amok as they were accustomed to doing.  But with a little finessing he managed to re-direct the Subjects one-two-three behind a large oil field derrick building.  There, a little Q&A was in order.
	‘you’d like to see her panties, huh?’
	The boys were sheepish, giggled, blushed, and nodded their boyish heads.
	Neither lad had seen a girl in her panties—but as they encroached on their ninth birthdays, their curiosity was getting to them.
	‘would you like to see her—naked?’
	The boys couldn’t even fathom the answer.  They had no idea what a girl looked like naked.  But they most assuredly wanted to.
	Soooo,
	‘take your pants down.’
	The girl, Kamie Ohwong-Chee, seven years young, out of range of parental units, pushed down her deep purple pants.  She wore light lavender panties and the boys were all aglue.  They couldn’t breathe.  Sure, they had seen girls’ panties in the department stores but never-ever on a girl herself.
	‘take YOUR pants down.’ the Geeman minded; he didn’t like the increasing headaches that came with his unique minding abilities—but so far they were tolerable.  And the benefits!

	The boys slipped down their typical jean-type pants—followed by their underwear.  Now, Andy professed in a proclamation that he was not—NOT a homosexual or had any gay tendencies.  Well, that wasn’t 100 percent set in motor stone.  As much as he enjoyed checking out Kamie there was pleasure in checking out the boys, too.  Both lads had nominal weeniers (and they were hard, too!)
	Simply brushing his hand against the boys’ bare bums being kissed by the noonday sun and Andy the Geeman was with a hard-on of his own.  Smoothing his hand over the boys’ bare bums and thoughts of the terrible kind invaded his mind.  But before any of that—
	‘take your panties down.’
	And just like that, Kamie Ohwong-Chee pushed her colorful panties down (to her knees.)  Such a pretty girl!  Especially with her panties down.  The boys were beside themselves gawking—and mindlessly unaware of their own nakedness.  Andy egged them on putting them up close (and personal) with the near naked seven year old.
	‘rub your wiener against her butt.’
	It was the thing to do and the boys did it with much vigor, vim, relish, and eagerness.  Hold the mayo!  All over Kamie’s bare sun kissed ass did the boys rub their wieners; their little puds getting harder and harder.  Up and down the crack they were schooled, slapping and smacking the ass as well as a little cock-on-cock play aka cockfighting.
	Then,
	‘bend over.’
	Kamie bent over.
	Boy one, Scotty Bangon, was directed to his knees whereupon he was further directed to “kiss” Kamie’s butt cheeks.  Each one.  Then, as Kamie remained bent over she pulled her cheeks open and Scotty Bangon put his tongue to Kamie’s cornhole.
	He did!
	And as his cohort was standing right there—
	‘suck him.’
	Neither boy was sexual active—neither boy was even into wanking!
	Hardly had either boy heard of sexual terms—words, yes, but the terminology AND their direct meaning was a little vague if not elusive.  But Scotty Bangon sucked on his friend’s stout boner.  He sucked and sucked and sucked and Andy rubbed his own cock against the boy, the suckee (Timmy) finding new feelings invading his thoughts.
	With Timmy’s schlong all nicely lubed up he was put to the task of anal plunging.  Both boys shoved their meat sticks into Kamie’s crapper—Andy was saving Kamie’s very-very-very virgin pussy for himself.  He just that kind a guy.
	Using their own underwear the boys’ schlongs were cleaned off.  The boys stood mindlessly naked having their young impressionable minds piquing with the deed that they had done.  Meanwhile, their instigator fondled them—cleaned their dirty dongs freshly explunged from Kamie’s asshole, then swatted their behinds for good measure.
	Then, for no reason at all (well, there was a reason—curiosity) he had the boys slobber on his cock.  The sensation of receiving head from the boys was hardly any different from when a girl did so.  Each lad sucked him fully, sucked his balls, and then masturbated him.  The lads also partook of sucking each other, balls and all.
	While the boys digested in their minds what they had done—and what they were going to do, Andy laid Kamie down, spread her legs, then began an earnest bout of grinding-grinding-grinding against her sex.  grinding-grinding-penetration.
	Ah!
	Such a tight fit!
	The girl made a face, grunted, then her young eyes bulged as her intact hymen was no longer “intact.”  A powerful thrust drove Andy’s schlong into the small recess and the fucking began.  He marveled at the feelings swarming thru his body—he shuddered all over and the event was better—was better than banging off in girls his age.
	Cupping Kamie’s ass he humped heartily, pulling out now and then to hump the gash, then plunge back in to finish off.  A great gob of cum was emptied into the child’s cunt—more spilled onto her as he pulled out to hump again the gash.  Using her own panties he wiped her soiled cunny then while he watched Scotty and then Timmy took their turns—
	Followed by Andy the Geeman sodomizing both Scotty and Timmy.

“If you lick my asshole you can fuck me.”
	Julie-Julie-Julie.  One evening after attending a play in the school’s auditorium Julie and the Geeman scampered outside to the “B” parking lot located on the northeast side of the campus by the tennis courts.  Kind of out of the way but well illuminated just the same.  Once there and escorted to her crappy green AMC Pacer the two lit up doobie and shared it.
	Then,
	on her own,
	“If you lick my asshole, you can fuck me!”
	She said it!
	Just like that!
	“If you lick y asshole, you can fuck me!”
	Well I be darned.
	With her pants down, and no panties in sight, Julie leaned into her car across the equally crappy vinyl seats spreading her cheeks.  Andy looked around—and wouldn’t have cared if anyone was about or not—and proceeded to lick the weird chick’s bunghole.
	Lick-lick-lick!
	It wasn’t bad.  A little funky; but it was clean!
	And not so tight, either.
	Once Andy poked the hole he found that it “gave” and in he went.
	Well, she had brothers soooo, it was kind of a given.
	Andy plowed the backdoor smearing the Hershey Highway with a thick viscous coating of non-chocolate coating.  The fucking was intense; while he enjoyed the odd skinny girl’s hole she feverently fingered herself.  After pulling out she re-angled herself pooching her ass up taking holt of Andy’s schlong guiding it into her sex!
	His cock wasn’t too smeared with poo but still—Andy knew that girls “wiped” from behind to lessen the chance of getting crap anywhere near their lovely cunt lessening the chance of fecal matter sickness.  And it was just gross.  But fuck it, if the bitch was willing to have her cunt fucked with a cock just pulled from her shit hole—so be it.
	 
Farting in church is one thing…
	Like Julie, Leigh Ann also had a dark side.  Other than cussing a blue streak, taking the Lord’s name in vain, and having her little brother shave her pussy (as per instructed) she also liked to run amok in her daddy’s church—naked!  She did!
	The girl had potential!
	On her own, Leigh Ann warmed up to Andy; she liked his ride.  She liked Andy, too.  Andy liked her—especially since learning her brother DID shave her pussy and they DID fuck on the bathroom floor.  That was a plus.  Levi was ten and so far not a cummer so he was safe to fuck his sister without too much worry of getting her pregnant.
	Andy’s input into shaping up Leigh Ann and her brother’s relationship was going well—that shaving of her pussy and then fucking on the bathroom floor thing was Andy’s idea—but Leigh Ann and her brother went along with it fairly well, though.
	After Leigh Ann summarily warmed up to Andy the next thing was the kinky business at her father’s Methodist church.  A lot of kinky; smoking a joint in the foyer was just the beginning.  She wasn’t a druggie, she didn’t get “high” but smoked a doobie “now and then” just because she wasn’t supposed to.
	Cool.

	Making out inside was a beginning of the Methodist’s minister’s daughter’s kinky ways.  Of course, it didn’t take much for Andy Geeman to get a boner.  She felt it and Andy was thrilled.  He wasn’t even using his enhanced mental abilities to egg her on, either!
	After some kissing and pawing—and much ado about fondling of Andy’s cock,
	“You want to do it?”
	Leigh Ann was a few inches shorter in height than Andy; sleek lovely brown hair, very-very nice titties, good body form, and mostly naughty on her own.  Having her brother shave her pussy (and then have sex with him on their shared bathroom floor) was the only mental instigation from Andy.  The rest was from her own will.  So, “you want to do it” was a mind blower.
	The girl worked her hand inside Andy’s black jeans and found his willing cock hard-hard-hard.  She giggled, blushed, and wrapped her fingers about the prong.  Andy blushed, too.  The girl was a marvel.
	No one else was in the church; she had deactivated the security alarm and all was well—for kinky business.  From the foyer they had moved inside and down the main aisle coming to the pew where her family sat for services.  There the kinky teen slipped off her burgundy short sleeved top in one fluid motion.
	Andy stood before with his schlong whipped out masturbating.
	Leigh Ann undone her bra and let those nice teenage girl hooters hoot!
	Then she took Andy’s dong and began sucking it.
	Just a couple of Ups and Downs—then she was shucking her shoes, socks, and powder blue jeans.  She grinned the entire time.  Andy took the hint and stripped off his clothes to stand butt bare ass naked—inside a church!  Oh he knew he was going to hell for the shenanigans he had done using the EMAD and then the alien embedded EMAD abilities.  This only sealed the deal and put him on the express train!
	He would take heart, though; Leigh Ann would be going with him!
	With her panties off, Leigh Ann was naked.  Cool!  She inched her ass to the very edge, spread her legs, and was inviting.  Andy held off ramming his rod into her and went down on her lovely shaven cunt.  He licked and licked and got Leigh Ann to giggle, blush, and anoint his face with her juices.  He licked her out hungrily before finally shoving into her sex his fuck stick.
	Fucking in church?  Yeah, you’re on the fast track to Hades.
	The feeling of slamming his cock into her pussy was more incredible than he could imagine.  And he could imagine a hell of a lot.  Every inch of his schlong gave him immense pleasure—ten times better than any drug (so far as he knew.)  Leigh Ann, too, reveled in the pleasure of being boinked.  Andy power stroked his love organ pistoning faster and faster until finally…
	Great streams of mixed juices flowed like a river out of Leigh Ann’s cunny.
	Andy stretched his prick meat to the max feeling surges of his liquid love squirting more and more.  The entire shaft was all a tingle.  His mind was fogged.  His balls tingled, too!  Streams of sweat flowed over his body and as he pulled his cock out a finale squirt of cum shot out squirting up the girl’s body.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” he exclaimed.
	“FUCK YA!” exclaimed Leigh Ann.  She enjoyed cussing—as much as she enjoyed getting fucked.
	“Want to fuck my ass?” she asked.
	Who was this girl?
	But before boinking her Hershey Highway the girl got up and went up onto the stage.  There she took the microphone and wiped her cum stained pussy with it.  	She went up onto the stage—and WIPED HER FRESH FUCKED CUNT with the microphone her DADDY used in his sermons!  Andy was blown away.  The girl then laid down and masturbated; she used the microphone to help out the cause and then Andy came up alongside to finger her before laying her again.
	In the Methodist church there was baptisms but not so much the full emersion thing like in Baptist churches.  Still, the Methodist church current used to be a Baptist church previous—so above where the choir sang there was a Baptist water tank.  Leigh Ann went thru the side door to the back area where folk who were to be baptized prepped themselves—they changed clothes to a one piece garment.
	Andy followed, lagging behind ‘cause his mind was still in a blur about the kinky girl who was supposed to be (and in her father’s eyes) perfect.  But accordingly, in the world of most religions “No perfect people allowed.”
	By the time Andy got to the Baptist tank—Leigh Ann was sloshing about within.  The water was cold.  Leigh Ann, however, wasn’t in the tank for swimming but for peeing!  Once relaxed enough and Andy peed, too.
	Fast track to Hades—whoo-whoo!

	Just as Andy was into the groove—literally, slipping out now and then to probe her tight shit hole—a door was heard opening.  All the doors to the church squeaked, groaned, moaned, or popped.  Leigh Ann’s widened with fear.  Someone had come to the church—a secretary perhaps; janitor maybe, Methodist minister daddy possibly.  And here she was, butt bare assed naked on the stage with a high school boy on top of her fucking her brains out.
	Kinda hard to explain.
	But it wasn’t the church’s secretary, finance officer, janitor, choir director, or any other officer of the church’s office OR even her father the minister.  It was, in fact, a small bevy of county officers—otherwise known as sheriff deputies.
	Oops.
	There was some panic; that goes without saying.  For a moment, an uncustomary moment, Leigh Ann showed fear.  Disappointing her father was something she rarely did—ever.  To him she was perfect.  In reality, however…
	“Let’s hide!” suggested Andy wisely.
	Leigh Ann was for that and the two made a dash off the stage to the changing room.  Andy grabbed his kinky classmate at the elbow,
	“Uh, our clothes.”
	Their clothes were strewn where they had ditched them at the front pew.
	“Well fuck!” bitched Leigh Ann.
	The squawking of police radios could be heard and officers talking.
	The doors to the church were locked and closed—sooooo,
	“They’ll call somebody with keys.” Leigh Ann surmised.
	Although Leigh Ann had disarmed the security alarm, the alarm company detected the deactivation and notified the nearest authorities—the local deputy sheriff’s department for the area.  Leigh Ann didn’t know that.
	She also didn’t know that one of the deputies had keys to the church; but he was a deacon to the church also.  So when the front doors opened…
	“Oh shit!” blurted Leigh Ann—the naked Leigh Ann clutching her clothes.
	This was going to be bad.  Real bad.
	The church had a foyer—a “room” before the main church body.  There were a set of bathrooms located there, a few chairs and benches, coffee tables with literature (propaganda) strewn about and so on.  A set of doors fed people left and right inside.
	Andy grabbed Leigh Ann—there was no time to “dash” back to the stage and to the changing room.  So, instead, they crammed themselves under a pew behind the first pew.  The church had large windows, tinted; the lights were off (but a deputy could simply switch them on).  Just how many deputies there were was not known.  Leigh Ann lay atop Andy and waited.
	Teens having sex was nothing new.
	Teens having sex in a church?  Also not new.
	Minister’s daughters having sex?  Not new.
	Minister’s daughters having sex in church?  Hmmm
	Fear still gripped Leigh Ann, daughter of a minister.
	Andy knew that if busted as expected it would be him who would be severely penalized; arrested for statutory rape and probably charged, too, with breaking and entering.  He lay still, copping a feel of Leigh Ann’s smooth ass.
	She looked at him, “You scum!” she jeered.  ‘we’re about to be busted and you’re feeling me out!?’
	He did—fingers into her ass crack, his cock pressing hard against her.  If she could have spread her legs straddling his waist they would be fucking.  But as it was they were stretched out under the pew with Andy’s head crunched up in a severe tilt as the pew seats had dividers every few feet.
	Deputies came down the aisle flashing their flashlights down the aisles and pew aisles.
	‘we are so dead.’ Andy thought to himself.
	And never once thought of his alien slug-alien installed minding abilities.
	Fear will do that to ya.

*

Whew!
	She didn’t take it up the ass—until Andy insisted (using his nifty mind abilities.)  And after Andy, brother Levi took a turn.  And while watching Leigh Ann’s brother butt fuck her he found new found feelings.  Strange feelings.  And after thinking about a bit he realized it wasn’t the narly back door sex act itself—it was watching the boy’s tender young ten year old ass!
	Somehow, Andy and Leigh Ann had managed NOT to be seen and/or caught at the church.  False alarm—the deputies wandered about the interior and decided that the alarm had tripped itself mysteriously.  After the deputies left Leigh Ann and Andy remained absolutely still—until such a time as Andy’s hands began caressing Leigh Ann’s ass.  They kissed but it wasn’t for love—just a prelude to more sex antics.
	And right under the pew they engaged in such antics.
	There wasn’t sufficient room for such engagement but it was still fun trying.
	In the pew aisle with Leigh Ann on top they fucked; in the left side main aisle  it was Andy on top; on the right side it was doggie-style (no anal.)  Of course the interior security motion detector detected their antics and the deputies once more returned.  Naughty Andy and Nasty Leigh Ann dashed to the change room, dressed, and hide out in clothing bin basket.  The deputies came into the changing room, flashed their lights around then left.
	After a long few minutes the two miscreants got out of the clothes bin and stole their way out of the church.  Finally!  They slinked their way to Leigh Ann’s house where the parental units therein—weren’t!  So, they engaged in continuing sexual antics in Leigh Ann’s bedroom.  Inasmuch as it was a no-no to fuck in a church it was doubly so to do so in a minister’s daughter’s bedroom.
	Straight sex—but it was intense.
	There was no love—just kinky sex.
	Afterward and Leigh Ann asked,
	“Will you spank me?”
	She had never been disciplined as such request and she was curiously enthused about such that if he was willing to boink her at church and in her forbidden bedroom—then maybe he was willing to go a little further.  To Leigh Ann, spanking was just as kinky and a form of naughtiness as anything else.
	So Andy spanked her.
	He liked it and so did Leigh Ann.
	And enthused by the spanking they were both ready to engage in sex antics again when the voice of Leigh Ann’s little brother, Levi was heard.
	“Fuck!” blurted Leigh Ann.  An interruption.  Of course, Leigh Ann and Levi were already “doing it”; he had shaved her cunt (and fucked it).  But Leigh Ann still disliked the intrusion.
	When young Levi saw Andy he was shocked—then he grinned and was with that typical boyish face conveying “Ahm, you’re not supposed to be here.” Especially in Leigh Ann’s bedroom.
	“Come in and join us.” naked Andy said.
	The boy partly did on his own and partly influenced by other means.
	Watching Levi pump his sister’s backdoor invoked some sort of weird feelings seething throughout Andy Geeman’s body.  His psyche and soul followed.  He determined, later, that it wasn’t the act of buggering his sister that turned him (Andy) on but rather the boy’s pumping ass.
	Did that make him-gay?
	There had been boy encounters previously; Karl (see Kassie earlier), Freddie and Spencer from the museum.  In some odd way he found himself drawn to the pumping ass; but that didn’t necessarily make him gay.  Did it?
	It was for sex.  Sex only; or conquest.  Sex wasn’t the question—it was the answer!  And perversion.  He determined at length that his desire to have sex with young girls (and now boys) was purely for perverted reasons.
	Ok.  So be it.  He was a pervert.
	So, after Levi got off on buggering his sister’s cornhole, Andy felt obliged to bugger Levi.  Seemed the thing to do.  And while he did so, laying on their sides, Leigh Ann sucked off on her brother’s cock (after washing it off.)  And he was just about to cum off in the boy’s shitter when,
	“Leigh Ann!  Levi!  Anybody home?”  Mom and Dad had come home.
	Oops.
	In a panic and the three dashed into the walk-in closet.
	It was near evening; the folks had been out counseling couples in crisis.
	The kids had been fucking.

	Slinking in the closet they braced as the parental units came to the open door, peered in, then moved on.  The Methodist Daddy, though, backed up and peered closer.  On the floor by the bed was his daughter’s pants and panties.  Not too unusual but unusual nonetheless for her.  Also on the floor, however, were Levi’s pants and underwear.
	Oops.
	The man moved on and Leigh Ann trembled slightly.  A discussion was soon to come of this.  Andy caressed her sides but she wasn’t so much in the mood anymore.
	‘suck his cock.’ Andy instill upon her.
	She wasn’t reluctant but she wasn’t one hundred percent into it, either.
	No matter.  Andy poked her up the ass and finally creamed therein while she herself sucked off successfully her brother.  The boy was a cummer after all.  Not a good thing in an incestuous relationship.
	Moving on…

Fiddling around
	At the museum—again, playing at a gazebo, three boys took Geeman’s interest.  Their music was one thing, their boyishness was another.  The youngest player of music was Timmy “Banjo” Kockomaimme.  He was elven, just turned elven and still retained that “boyishness” that was appealing (to perverts).  Short blond hair, blue eyes, charming handsome face.
	Playing fiddle was a tall lad, Jack “Fiddles” Booshed.  He was the oldest of the troupe at thirteen.  He was a handsome turd, too; sandy brown hair, tall, some freckles.  Twelve year old Henry “Guitar” Tark looked a little younger and was the most serious of the three.
	All three and did Andy imagine them playing their instruments naked.
	The mere thought got Andy hard.  Further imaginations had the boys on their knees sucking his dick, then turning around presenting their fine lily white asses.  He wasn’t gay, but he wanted to sodomize those boys one-two-three.
	After playing some darn fine banjo, fiddle, and guitar music the three lads one-two-three took a break.  They moseyed to a nearby building to sit and drink and rest.  There were adults about and some young girls their age swooning over the boys, giggling and worthy of Andy’s special attention.  But he was more interested in the boys and not NOT the girls!
	‘do you jack yourself?’ an invading mind wanted to know.
	Jack “Fiddles” nodded that it was so; he “occasionally” jacked himself.
	Twelve year old Henry had gotten caught jacking himself—by his Mom!
	Timmy “Banjo” was caught humping his bed.
	Other than that the boys were good well rounded fellows.
	And Andy wanted to SEE their well rounded fellows.
	Out of sight from prying eyes or happenstance eyes—which was behind the large building where within contained old-old cars from a bygone era long gone the boys pushed their pants and tidy-whiteys down.  Henry’s mom had not freaked out at her son laying on his bed, naked, jacking off.  She was not even disgusted; she made a gasp and shut the door quickly.  Henry was embarrassed and avoided his Mom the rest of the day.
	A couple of days later and Henry’s Mom gave him a package; a plain brown wrapper.  A magazine was within.  A nudy-naughty magazine.  An adult magazine.  Henry was aghast—and deeply surprised that his MOM had done such a thing.  Thing was, though, Henry and his Mom lived kind of out of the way of any kids his age so the only socializing he got was at school.  So the magazine was a “hands-on” aid; in lieu of a girl, girlfriend, the magazine offered visuals—so it was a visual aid, too.
	From his Mom!
	That was so cool!
	Of course, the girls in the magazine weren’t girls—but women!
	So, after a time, Henry was, of course, thinking not so much of his classmates (and teacher) but his Mom!  That was so cool!  If only Timmy’s mom had been so cool and understanding—she wasn’t, though.  When catching her young son humping his bed she went ballistic on his ass—spanking him.  bare hand to bare ass right then and there!
	Jack jacked himself in the shower and in the sanctity of his bedroom where people knocked before entering.  All three lads had high hopes of getting laid.  All three desired deeply to see a girl in her underwear—and less!  But first!
	‘rub your weenie on his ass.’
	None of the boys had homosexual tendencies.  Not yet.
	Jack fiddled his teenage cock against Timmy’s not so teenage ass.
	‘now you.’ Geeman instructed Henry.  The guitar playing boy rubbed his dong against the smooth lily white ass of the young banjo player and had a hard-hard cock as a result.
	So did Geeman.
	He just couldn’t figure it—why?  Why were there homosexual feelings swarming throughout his soul?  He liked girls—or so he thought.  Young girls for sure.  But now—now there were boys tantalizing him.  All the while Henry and Jack bashed their cocks against Timmy’s fine white ass—Andy’s hard-hard cock pumped steadily into the boy’s mouth.
	Then the guitar player and fiddle player sodomized the banjo player—this after licking his bung hole.  Andy had cum in the banjo player’s mouth, pulled out and emptied his ball juice all over the handsome fellow’s face.
	What drove Andy Geeman to engage in such immoral acts he didn’t know.
	He didn’t care.
	All there was was to engage—immorally!
	Jack and Henry took their turns sodomizing their young banjo player; then Andy took his turn.  Shoving his fuck stick into young Timmy’s shitter created a rush of exciting pleasure.  It was not unlike shoving his fuck stick into a girl’s cunt.  Not unlike at all.  Gripping the lad’s hips he pumped voraciously cumming off in about three minutes.  Then he stepped back and watched his goo ooze out of the boy’s fuck hole.
	Jack and Henry then were tasked to please their young banjo player—by sucking his dick!
	Jack was well pleased and had the hardest dick of his life!
	Henry got a mouthful of jiz.
	And although Andy heard the boys’ names being called he continued having Jack and Henry turn about, bend over, spread their cheeks.  Timmy then kissed Jack’s ass cheeks including his hole.  Afterwards he pushed into the virgin shit pipe his cock.  Something of which from henceforth day on the boy would do over and over again—almost on a daily basis.
	Jack, Henry, and Timmy all would engage in sex acts amongst themselves; and all together if possible.  Oral, anal, kissing, ball washing, rim jobbing, and mutual masturbation.
	Timmy “Banjo” Kockomaimme, eleven fucked hard into Jack’s crap hole but didn’t cum.  He pumped vigorously into Henry’s crap hole—and creamed therein.  Andy was more than thrilled—just watching the boys fool with one another was some kind of weird to odd feeling.
	Jack “Fiddles” Booshed, thirteen, sodomized Timmy—and liked it!  He liked girls, sure; but there was a small tendency to like “boys”, too.  And young boys!  Timmy was eleven but Andy discovered Jack kinda/sorta liked boys younger, way younger.  Secretly he masturbated thinking of young-young boys he knew; family, family friends, cousins, happenstance meetings, whatever.  If, IF he could get away with it he would molest several boys he knew.
	And girls, too.  He was well rounded and wanted to see both boys and girls naked.  He wanted to see little girls, under age ten, peeing—standing up to pee.  He wanted to hug and caress wee little girls (as they were naked) and lightly spank them.  Licking them out between their legs and laying his prick against their cunnies thrilled him so.  And with boys, with boys he wanted to suck their little ding dongs, hairless nads, and see them suckle his cock!
	OH!

	Andy mastered the ass of Henry before releasing the boys letting them dress and return to the gazebo to play.  They were disorientated (and sticky) but managed to continue playing.  Andy watched them—and watched some young girls in the audience swooning.  He smiled; he had to get home soon but there was time—there was always time—to have a wee bit o’ fun with a young’un!

*

The closer you are to danger, the further away you are from harm
(is like saying “the closer you are to Hell, the further you are from Heaven)
They have perverted their ways and have forgotten the LORD their God. (Jeremiah 3:21) 
Having lost all sensitivity, they have given themselves over to sensuality so as to indulge in every kind of impurity, with a continual lust for more. (Ephesians 4:19)
A woman must not wear men's clothing, nor a man wear women's clothing, for the LORD your God detests anyone who does this. (Deuteronomy 22:5)  (apparently, the peoples who go to WalMart never read that part in the Bible.)
A woman must not present herself to an animal to have sexual relations with it; that is a perversion. (Leviticus 18:23)  (this doesn’t apply to peoples of the South)
Have nothing to do with the fruitless deeds of darkness, but rather expose them. For it is shameful even to mention what the disobedient do in secret. (Ephesians 5:11-12) (that would be good ole fashioned wanking, buggering, internet porn, and something with involving a goat.)
	Then there’s that whole bit on incest in the Bible.  Tsk tsk tsk  good reading for the youngun’s; Cain was the first born son of Adam and Eve, and Abel was the second. In Genesis 4 we read how Cain kills his brother and is sent east of Eden where he marries a woman and “lays” with her. Because Adam and Eve were the first humans – from whom all people come – Cain’s wife was his sister – and, consequently, all of the early Biblical relationships were incestuous (with the exception of Adam and Eve). Cain, incidentally, was the guy that caused so much trouble for the Mormon’s who believed that the cursed “Mark of Cain” meant black skin, leading them to forbid blacks from entering the Mormon priesthood.
	Incest in the Bible refers to sexual relations between certain close kinship relationships which are prohibited by the Hebrew Bible. These prohibitions are found predominantly in Leviticus 18:8-18 and 20:11-21.
	A few books of the Bible contain narratives in which certain individuals, from the same family as one another, engage in sexual intercourse together; the Bible does not, for example, forbid cousins from marrying, but it does prohibit sexual relations with several other close relatives.
	In ancient times, tribal nations preferred endogamous marriage.  The ideal marriage was usually that to a cousin and it was often forbidden for an eldest daughter to even marry outside the family.  Marriage to a half-sister, for example, is considered incest by most nations today but was common behavior for Egyptian pharaohs; similarly, the Book of Genesis portrays Sarah as marrying Abraham, her half-brother, without criticizing the close genetic relationship between them, and the Book of Samuel treats the marriage of a royal prince to his sister as unusual  rather than wicked. 
	Leviticus 18 and 20 lists the prohibited incestuous relationships, and two chapters later specifies punishments for specific incestuous unions, but this second list of unions is much shorter than the first; textual scholars regard the lists as having originally been independent documents, bound together at a later point.
	One of the most notable features of Scripture is that sexual activity between a man and his own daughter is not explicitly forbidden although the first relation mentioned after the Levitical prohibition of sex with near kin is that of “thy father.”
	In Genesis 4:17, Cain has a wife, though there is no account given of where his wife comes from.  So, excepting direct creation by God, as was the case for Adam himself, the only two obvious possibilities for Cain's wife are that she was either a full sister of Cain or she was Cain's mother Eve.
	In Genesis 9:20-27, Ham saw his father Noah's nakedness.  The Talmud suggests that Ham may have sodomized Noah.  In more recent times, some scholars have suggested that Ham may have had intercourse with his father's wife.
	In Genesis 19:30-38, living in an isolated area after the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah, Lot's two daughters conspired to inebriate and seduce their father due to the lack of available partners. Because of intoxication, Lot "perceived not" when his firstborn, and the following night his younger daughter, lay with him. (Genesis 19:32-35) The two children born were directly Lot's sons and indirectly his grandsons, being his daughters' sons. Likewise, their sons were also their half-brothers, having the same father.
	Abraham's son Isaac married Rebekah, his first cousin once removed, the granddaughter of his father's brother Nahor and niece Milcah.  Isaac and Rebekah's firstborn son Esau married his cousin Mahalah, daughter of his father's brother Ishmael, while their second son Jacob married his cousins Leah and Rachel, daughters of his mother's brother Laban.  Marriage of cousins was not forbidden in biblical law.
	In Genesis 35:22, Jacob's firstborn son Reuben committed incest by sleeping with his father's concubine Bilhah.

	Also in Genesis 38, Judah, the fourth son of Jacob, mistook his daughter-in-law Tamar for a prostitute while she was veiled, and had sex with her. 
The biblical character Amram married his paternal aunt, Jochebed, the mother of Miriam, Aaron and Moses. 
	The Good Book, a pervert’s source of religious evidence in his defense.

*

	In the quiet evening, Aric Rockdamm sat in his den constructing notes for his upcoming sermon.  He was a minister; non-denom.  Usually he closed the door when he was wanting privacy so as he could summon up his sermon.  Usually.  Of late he had begun leaving the door open—just in case a child of his desired to converse with him.
	One did.
	Lucie.
	Lucie was fifteen; a little on the short side for her age group but not by much.  Long silky brown hair, azure blue eyes, soft features, creamy skin, large peach sized titties.
	Large peach sized titties.
	Tsk tsk tsk; he knew he shouldn’t be looking and/or “sizing” his teenage daughter’s hooters—but he did.  She had a good body form; spoke well, sang fantastically, got in trouble just as much as any other kid, and had this look about her that was angelic.
	Aric stared at her—mostly her large peach sized titties.  She wore a green V-top that just showed some of those peaches.  She also wore a short mid-thigh skirt.  She had a calm manner about her; she was easy to startle, easy to get upset, kind of hard to please.
	He waited.
	He could hear the grandfather clock in the hall; he could hear the water dripping in the sink in the kitchen; the toilet still running; and his heart beating with quickening pace (as he contemplated what he contemplated.)
	The initial mind blast (from the EMAD) put Lucie in a daze.
	Accordingly, there were supposed to be no adverse effects from such a device.  It worried him, though; possession of such a device was highly illegal.  It led to immorality most high.  And as a practicing minister he should know (better.)  The Device worried him for other reasons; like overuse.  Like using it on virtually anyone he pleased.  Like using it on his family.  Like liking it.

	He knew the dangers.  There were members of his congregation who had been swept up in the use of the illicit gadget.  And there was a big stink about what had happened to that gadget.  Aric reported it “missing” after the member of the congregation turned it in.
	Lucie didn’t move.
	She breathed; but didn’t move.
	Aric sweated.
	His eyes locked to his daughters—and he waited.
	How long could she stand?
	Waving his hand before her face and—nothing.
	Sticking his tongue out at her—nothing.
	Making a farting sound “Pffft!” using his hands in the typical boyish raspberry sound—nothing.  So, with a sigh, 
	“P-pull up your skirt.”
	The Device was a sophisticated one using on-board commands.
	The Unit had an easy to read menu with submenu commands spoken verbally and thusly transmitted electronically to the Subject.  There were brain wave patterns at the top of the gadget with indicators indicating the Subject’s “awareness.”  That was the important thing—the awareness factor.  So long as the lights and indicators were in the range of “not aware” then all was ok.
	All was ok.
	Aric wasn’t in sync with the handheld Mind Altering Device; he didn’t have a mind link where as his mind’s thoughts were transmitted to the Device and then to the Subject’s—so he spoke openly and verbally.
	Lucie didn’t bat an eye, make a face, or anything of the like but pulled up her skirt.
	It had been awhile since Aric had seen his daughter in her undies.
	Yellow panties she had on.  As a father of three girls (and two boys) he had seen his share of panties.  He had seen all his girls in their underwear—and less!  And he had never had immoral thoughts towards them; as he wiped them, cleaned them, bathed and dressed them.  Never while screwing his wife and their mother did he think of doing same unto them.
	A few stray thoughts yea there were considering some members of his congregation—that was norm and a given.  Girls, teenage girls, young adults were the norm that he thought of while in his office at the church or in his den.  And yea, sometimes while putting it to his good wife he thought of a couple of those teenage girls and young adults.  That was the norm and a given.
	He had another command to transmit.
	Dare he?
	Dare he?
	“Loo—Lucie,” he quivered, “take your panties down.”
	He hated verbally communicating such a command—it made his stomach tighten.  ‘what if she heard me?’
	But Lucie dear sweet Lucie hooked her thumb into her yellow bikini panties and inched them down.  Aric was beside himself—his oldest daughter, Mary Ellen, well, she had been about twelve the last time he had seen her in her undies.  Lucie was the modest one and was about nine or so (the last time he saw her in her panties.)  Youngest child of his, Ruthie, had no modesty or shame and proudly pranced about in her panties.  And if she could get away with it—she’d go nude!
	Lucie’s panties were down just so—down just enough to reveal her smooth slightly furry cunt.  On closer inspection it wasn’t entirely particularly “smooth.”  She was not a virgin.
	“Lucie,” he asked on slightly trembling lips, “are you a virgin?” he had no clue about the Q&A feature of the EMAD and most EMADs.
	Lucie didn’t reply verbally but shook her head in the negative.
	“Your brothers?” he deduced—and hoped.  He preferred that her brothers, Adam (18) and Paulie (12) be the culprits rather than a horny horndog boyfriend.
	“Are-are you using protection?”
	Lucie nodded that she was.
	That was a relief—a minister’s daughter getting knocked up by her own brothers?  Not good.
	He had a few more questions but held off.  There was something else he wanted to do.  Slowly he reached for her to pull her in a little closer.  The window blinds were drawn tight and so the only light was his old timey banker’s light on the desk; on low.  The various family members were out of the house on their own.  He left the door to his den open so as he could hear anyone returning.
	With Lucie “close” he cupped her ass.
	How long had he wanted to do that!
	It was smooth.  It was delightful!  He ached and ached and finally not really realizing it he had his manhood out.  A little petrified he watched his teen daughter but nothing from her indicated that she was aware of her naughty daddy.  Still, though, he was cautious as he proceeded.
	His cock roared.  His heart pounded.  His hand slipped into the crack of his daughter’s ass with a finger touching her hole!  His mind virtually blanked out.  There were winds of desires sweeping about him—terrible desires.  Pulling the girl to him his mouth engulfed her right breast.  He suckled it thru her garment.
	Then, he took her hand that wasn’t holding up her skirt and placed the fingers about his cock.  Sitting back he stared into her eyes watching for any sign of “awareness.”
	There was none.
	Slowly he moved her hand/fingers up and down his average length schlong.  He moaned.  He groaned.  And for a moment he couldn’t breathe!  There was an underlying fear that this was going to lead somewhere.  Somewhere dark and incestuous.  For the most part he had not ventured into the use of the EMAD for the use of what the Device was used for.  To sate his mind he conjured up the thought that he wanted to see for himself what the Device was actually really capable of.  He wanted to know how dangerous the gadget was.
	But in the back of his mind he wanted to know just what he could get away with.  So far, a lot!  He had copped a feel of his daughter’s ass, fingered her hole, eyed her pussy, got her to confess about sex with her brothers, sucked titty, and currently had her fingers wrapped nicely about his exposed cock.
	But there was more to explore.  Much more.

	Aric could stand it no more and hoisted his teenage daughter onto his desk, sitting her naked butt right on his yellow legal notepad full of biblical notations.  Then he finished taking her panties off.  A bit o’ cum seeped out of his piss slit and he felt the need to jerk off right then and there.
	He was out of his mind.  The “want” was overtaking him—and part of him didn’t care.  Laying Lucie down on the desk he opened her legs and gawked at her goodie.  When his girls one-two-three were wee ones he strove hard not to “gawk” but it was hard—especially when they ran amok naked!
	But he was a man and man was obsessed with poontang.
	Lucie had a delicious looking “poontang” and with her legs up over his shoulders he “went down” on her licking, lapping, sucking—doing all the things to his daughter’s cunt with his mouth that he shouldn’t.  There was the slight hint of pee, some muskiness, and freshness of—baby powder.  A dastardly dastard idea was forming in his mind—and yea, his soul.
	He knew he was already damned for what he was doing—and even more so for what he was planning.  He was lustful—a huge-huge sin in the ministry world.  And after sinfully licking out his unawares daughter he leaned up placing his rock hard cock against her cunt.
	Rub-rub-rub!
	Up and down her delightful little teenage twat!
	He asked of her, “Does Adam go all the way into you?”
	Yep!
	“What about—up the ass?” might as well find out.
	Lucie nodded that it was so.  The image of Adam fucking Lucie put Aric in such a mood.  Pussy, asshole, and she sucked him, too!  Aric’s cock throbbed hard against the girl’s poon and as he humped her gash his balls surged and there was quite a mess spilled.
	The release was fantastic!
	It was spendorously fantastic!
	He came some more.  He smeared the spunk matter all over Lucie’s pussy, up and down and all around the sex before suddenly he was in.  The head of his daddy dick was IN!  And once in there was no going back, no pulling out, none of that shit.  Adam was poking her, and even his twelve year old son was doing her!  She was on protection (he hoped).  An unknowing forced pushed him and he was in-in-in.  Let the fucking begin!
	A time two during the strokes he felt a small amount of “oh my God I’m fucking my daughter!” but the pleasure he was receiving from such act replaced that and he went on to finish the “fucking of his daughter.”
	He felt ashamed—afterwards.  The flow of his fatherly cum was enormous giving unto him an enormous amount of pleasure.  Was it banging off in a teenage girl or his daughter that was the bomb?  He didn’t know—didn’t care.  Cumming off in a girl was the only thing.  The only thing.  There was some minor regret as well as some desire for the girl (Lucie) to be more aware of the incestuous act.
	From what he knew of the Device—he could very well make that happen.

	If banging his teenage daughter on his desk in his den at home wasn’t bad enough—the kicker was banging his other teenage daughter on his desk in his office at the church!  Stamp that ticket to Hades—First Class!
	Mary Ellen was a little different than her sister; she was taller for one.  She played basketball and ran track; she preferred jeans over other forms of dress, wasn’t afraid to tell someone off using “colorful” non-Christian words.  She had a nice smile and was leaning towards acting—doing plays and that sort.
	And it was acting that brought Mary to his office at the church—a play that she and fellow teen actors were putting together.  She came to the church to discuss particulars (and to soften him up over a not so good report card…)
	While “discussing”—Aric noted his eldest daughter’s ripe fine ass.  As per the norm she was clad in kinda tight jeans.  Aric’s thoughts went to imagining Adam fucking her.  It had only been a couple of days since he had put his fatherly bone into Lucie.  He hadn’t been the same since.
	“Mary Ellen,” he said after contemplating then slyly locking the door, “take your pants down.” He had been studying the EMAD and learning more and more but still had not made the mental-to-Device connection.
	To his surprise—mildly so, she did.
	No hesitation; nothing.  Pinkish bikini panties greeted him.  What manner of naughtiness had she done with her brothers?  Adam was eighteen, almost nineteen in a few months.  Paulie was twelve—twelve!  That not only was incest it constituted child molestation, too!
	Nextly,
	“Mary Ellen, t-take off your shirt.” Followed by bra and then panties.
	The pinkish bra with a little rose clasp in the front dropped to the floor and then she shucked her panties, stepped out of them and there she was—naked.  What was a guy to do? A naked teenage girl in his office, mindless, smiling, dazed look in her eyes…
	Aric hauled out his cock and pleased himself.  He did so just standing there before he moved to where his daughter was standing and rub/smack his cock against her ass.  She was tall enough that he didn’t have to adjust his height to do so.  And it felt good!
	Then the girl was commanded to “bend over.”
	Done.
	Aric admired his daughter’s fine ass and marveled at what he could do.  Like with Lucie, he found that he could do as he pleased and she was none-none the wiser; like, finger-finger-fingering her asshole.  Firstly was done so by his probing finger—then his cock.
	Adam was indeed sodomizing her.  Aric eased his manhood into her finding resistance at first then the anal muscles gave way and in he went.  He hadn’t planned on butt fucking his daughter right then and there but he did.  After sinking his prong all the way in he backed out until that certain feeling erupted forcing him to shove inward.
	The process was repeated over and over and over until blasting a hot load of man spunk DEEP into Mary Ellen’s tract.  It felt tremendous!  He marveled as his cum leaked out of her hole.  The sweat rolled down his body soiling him all over.  His heart pounded-pounded-pounded.  So did his cock.
	Turning Mary Ellen around he hugged her then positioned her on his desk.
	With his cock a little “dirty” he went to his private bathroom to wash it off in the sink.  The phone rang and someone knocked on the door.  Stepping out of the bathroom butt bare assed naked he froze.  The door was locked, wasn’t it?  Swiftly he dashed to the door and checked the security of the lock.
	It was.
	Then he waited a moment before returning to his prize.
	Bashing his fatherly cock against her pussy sent him into a pleasure world he had never known.  He couldn’t believe it.  He humped her pussy on the outside until he couldn’t stand it and delved into her.  Her nipples were as stiff as his cock!
	Would she consider sex with her dad?
	Would Lucie?
	His eyes fell to the family portrait on his desk—would Ruthie?
	Ruthie?
	Ruthie was nay but ten years old!  What was he, a pervert	!?
	Well, yeah.
	His mind was clouded; he fucked his daughter and thought of Ruthie.
	Could he?
	Could he?
	Could he?
	He asked of Mary Ellen, “Is Adam—doing Ruthie?”
	She nodded that it was so.
	Adam was eighteen—almost nineteen and he was “doing” Ruthie, she was ten.  Brother Paulie was twelve and he was doing Ruthie, too.  It meant that she was possibly easy enough to accept his cunt/child hungry cock.
	The thought of fucking Ruthie caused Aric’s cock in Mary Ellen to explode.
	There was such a cum rush he couldn’t believe it.  All his energy was instantly depleted.  He pumped and pumped and emptied all of his ball juice; then he languished on his naked daughter suckling her breasts and desiring to fuck her virtually every stinking fucking day!

	Ruthie.
	There were cleaning crews, volunteers who came to the church to clean it up but occasionally Aric’s family pitched in.  Usually when one had misbehaved or some other family infraction.  Ruthie fell into this category—a little altercation with a student at school and then not telling the family about it (until the vice principal made mention of it during the parent/teacher night.)
	At length she came into her father’s office (where he was working) and they conversed; general chit-chat, church business, what was he working on, dinner plans.
	“Mac and cheese bake!” was Ruthie’s request.  Her favorite dish, it was also Aric’s fav, too.
	Aric was wise—she was just trying to seek his favor; sucking up.
	He let it be and beckoned her to him.
	Ruthie, all smiles, all unawares, scampered to her father for a big hug.
	The hug gave way to a “feel.”
	Still reeling from the outrageousness that had occurred on his desk recently the non-denominational minister caressed his young daughter with fleeting thoughts of naughtiness.  After the sincere hug (and butt pat)—
	‘Ruthie, take your pants down.’ At last he had made a mental connection with his Device.  It made things easier—communicating with the Subject.  And there, too, was the sub-menu access whereas “mental input” could be initiated.
	More on that later.

	Ruthie wore typical jeans, not too tight but form fitting.
	Mindlessly she unhitched the jeans and pushed them down.  Somehow, Aric enjoyed watching that maneuver.  He had her pause before pushing down her panties.  He tested her—wavering his hand before her face, making a farting sound, then; on his knees before her slipped his hand inside her panties cupping her delightfully young tender ten year old ass.
	Cupping her delightfully young tender ten year old ass.
	Cupping…
	He was a pervert.  Well, that goes without saying.  Still, though, was it because she was his?  Or she was a mere child?  Or something to do with the EMAD?  Things that make you go hmmm.
	With no reaction from his child he continued having her strip off her clothing.  It still amazed him how the Subject carried out the command.  Standing up (after Ruthie was nude) he produced his rock hard hardness and waggled right before her face.
	He had no back-up plan should the Subject “come aware” sudden like.
	That would be bad.
	But the sheer audacity, the immorality, the illicitness, the vileness corrupted his moral fibers as a man, a father, and a minister.  He willing subjected himself to the wiles of the Device and the inhuman desires for gratification.  Ruthie remained stoic—even when he pressed his hot organ to her mouth and then—and then IN!
	Morals?  Never heard him; check back later.
	With his hand to the back of her head he moved his youngest child’s head back and forth; back and forth; back and forth.  Then he pulled out placing his schlong against her sweet face.  He had heard her cuss before; a “hell” and a “damn it”.  No biggies, like “fuck” “shit” “sonofabitch”.
	After humping her face, the ubiquitous “skull fuck”, he moved her onto his desk.  He couldn’t believe Adam was fucking her.  He figured as much that Paulie was “getting some”; they were close in age and shared a bedroom.  But it was still mind boggling—not to mention the fact what he himself was doing (had done.)
	Placing those thoughts elsewhere in his mind he moved to move down on his youngest child and have himself a nosh.  She was ten and still had a nice smooth cunt.  He licked and licked, sucked, and drove his tongue inside her sex.
	His cock was aching-aching-aching.
	So, after much “investigating” her snatch—
	There was some regret—almost instantly.  He felt bad to horrible about defiling his child.  It wasn’t right and he knew it.  As a father he was supposed to protect her from scum fuckers like him.  But up and down her freshly slicked up pussy he moved his aching cock spewing a little spunk matter as he did so.
	Then, with the knowing that she was not a virgin…
	It was more grand than he could imagine.  Which once more led him to wonder—was it the fact that she was his daughter or the fact that she was a child?  Was he that kind of monster?  Or did it matter?
	Again, he pushed those pesky notions away and settled on satiating his lust.
	Ruthie made no indication that she was aware.  Aric entered her slowly, pulled out to hump the girl’s gash and thought of some other girls he knew.  Some other girls Ruthie’s age.  Oh my!
	It wasn’t long before a steady flow of cum was blasting out of his prick.
	With each surge an enormous “rush” filtered throughout his body; even his asshole tightened!  He thought of boning Lucie and how incredibly wondrous that had been.  And Mary Ellen—she had given him SUCH a good pleasing fuck!  Now he wondered, after Ruthie, if he could make that an on-going near daily thing?
	Hmmm

	Just how vile could he be?  A father.  A minister.  A man.  A pillar of the community.  Loving husband.  Pervert.  He was clandestined to be a certified sexual predator.  A deviant.  Fitting thing for a “man of the cloth.”  Was society to blame?  He care not to think or dwell on such matters—it disrupted his quest for gratification—sexual deviant style!
	Teenage girls should have been his “quest.”  Young adult women, young teens if to quench his lustful goal.  But young girls?  Tsk tsk tsk.  Taking some trash out to the dumpster in the alley behind the church he sighted in on a wee little lassie playing (by herself) at the end of the alley.  She was a cutie; light blue knee-length dress, white knee socks, long flowing super curly dark hair, white and blue plastic hairpins in that super curly dark hair, and just as cute as could be.
	She appeared to be playing by her lonesome.
	That wasn’t right; some deviant sociopath could sweep her up and whisk her away to unspeakable nefarious things to her.  Best take her to his office where she’d be safe.
	The alley was one with high old weathered fencing on each side lined with huge towering never trimmed eucalyptus trees.  Up close and the little girl, Lori Clumpbottom, was a cutie.  A true cutie—perhaps the cutest kid in the Cutest Kid Contest.
	Could he really do what he was thinking of doing?
	She was mindless and regardless of such status she was damn cute still!
	Pushing aside good morals, senses, and other pesky junk, Aric gently pushed Lori down on his desk.  Her dress, a party-like dress with white lace and very-very nice, was knee length.  With his hands on her legs he paused—a momentary pause, he contemplated his pending actions.
	The moment expired and he went on with his pending actions.
	Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y and did Aric ease down the kindergartener’s basic white kiddie panties.  The act alone nearly busted his cock out of his pants.  Clutching the panties he seemed in a funk—a conundrum.  The puzzlement was confounding—so he pushed it away, sniffed the crotch of the six year old’s panties, then went down on her.  Seemed the thing to do.
	Her pussy was bald, of course, smooth and inviting.  And just like he had done unto Ruthie he licked and lapped her pussy to his heart’s content—or his cock’s.  It was shameful, he knew it.  He was already, though, riding fancy on the Devil’s docket; possession of an EMAD was bad enough—then he was using it for the purposes of sexual engagement with his daughters!  Oh!
	He licked and licked; lapped and lapped until his cock demanded attention.  The little girl was completely unawares—which was good ‘cause Aric pressed his cock against her cunny and swiftly began humping.  Oh it was a good hump!  Already there was seepage as he gouged the child’s cunny in a masturbatory way until soiling.
	The bothersome ills of morality seeped away; replaced by pure pleasure.
	A little nosing the head of his penis into the child’s vagina added to the pleasure but a moral fiber did in fact remain preventing him from fully engaging in sex—thus rape.  He humped her slit until fully emptying his seed.  And it was glorious!  The release of his seminal fluids was stupendous!  And though disgusting he rubbed his sauce all over the child’s cunny until his diabolical thirst was quenched.
	Then he felt badly for his foul deed.
	Then in his mind he remembered the various news stories of men and teenage boys sodomizing girls just like Lori.  Lori’s age specifically.  It was scarcely impossible and unlikely that a full grown cock could make any anal attempt.  But the fun was in trying!
	Using Lori’s own panties he cleaned off her cunny smearing the goo onto her asshole.  Turning the child over he caressed her ass then began spanking her ass with his cock.  Poking her hole with his cock began but he was still not quite stiff enough.  So he went down on the hole, licking and kissing it to finally inserting his finger prepping the hole for his monstrous man thing.
	He gave little thought to the deed; it sodomy—against the law and religious law.  A little poke, some prodding, and a realization that he needed cock lube on hand to make interactions such as these a little more easier.
	Penetration was finally attained with a growing furor welling up inside him.
	A determination; a vile hideous black blot expanded consuming his soul; no matter the age of the “hole” penetration was going to be made.  Regardless of age and/or innocence—penetration was going to made.
	And was.
*

Just another day in the office
	Rewiring his family so that they would have sex with him?  Yeah, that was pretty despicable.  But on the upside, they were not all entirely opposed.  It was Lucie he heard one night; pleasing herself and calling out “Daddy!”
	It got Aric’s attention.
	Peeking in and he saw his lovely fifteen year old naked on her bed.
	The hour was late; the lighting was dim, but there—there on her bed was Lucie Michelle Rockdamm naked as the day she was born “gettin’ after it.”  And she wasn’t alone.  On the bed with her watching her “gettin’ after it” was her sister Mary Ellen seemingly fascinated and/or mesmerized watching Lucie finger herself.
	It gave a little insight for Aric.
	It also gave him a hell of a hard-on watching!
	Spying became a thing with Aric—he learned so much about his family!
	But first!
	Only a scant two weeks after his shenanigans with Lucie in his den and in his office JUST BEFORE SUNDAY MORNING SERVICES and Aric was shoving his fuck stick into Lucie’s cunt—on his desk IN HIS OFFICE AT THE CHURCH!  The Devil was smiling as He sat on Aric’s shoulder stroking his own cock.  When Aric’s time on the Earth was done and he arrived in that place not of Heaven, the Devil was going to enjoy sodomizing him—and how!
	Meanwhile, as Aric fucked his naked fifteen year old daughter, Adam nakedly fucked royally Mary Ellen on the conference sofa nearby!  Paulie and Ruthie, also naked, engaged in immoral sex doing it doggie-style on the floor on the other side of the desk—right where Aric could watch them and maintain his throbbing erection in Lucie’s cunt.
	There was a shudder throughout Aric’s body; another went thru Lucie’s body.  It enthralled him—er, enthused him and he power fucked her cunt all the more.  She was his daughter and sooooo beautiful!  Her pussy she had begun to trim to almost bare—that excited her father who preferred shaven/bald pussies.
	An hour there was to when the choir began to sing.  Stragglers would meander in and the second banana of the church would give the announcements.  Then the choir would sing 2-3 songs, then a special singer would sing, and then he himself would come to give his sermon.  That gave him additional time but he hurried humped Lucie just the same.
	His enthusiasm was brought on by watching Adam and Mary Ellen.  Mary Ellen was on top!  And their angle was perfect—it allowed Aric to see his son’s cock slamming UP into Mary Ellen’s cunt.  The boy’s hands were clamped tightly to the girl’s ass and she was taking every inch of his seven inch cock.
	Just the watching brought on extreme sexual deviant feelings deeply seeded in Aric.  Ruthie, on all fours, received her brother Paulie’s cock—first in her pussy and then in her ass.  Aric dearly adored her—she had pleased his cock so incredibly so!  So had young-young Lori.  He still marveled at himself for what he had done to her.  She was soooo pretty!  The cutest kid!
	After delivering a massive wad of fatherly man spunk,
	“Daddy, can I suck you?” asked Ruthie watching her father fuck her sister.
	Aric was pleased, pulled out and flopped his semi hard erection to the willing-to-suck child.  The sweating heaving ten year old happily engulfed his prick sucking it wholly.  She choked and gagged and very nearly retched but began sucking-sucking-sucking nonetheless—as she had done the entire two weeks since being effectively affected by the EMAD; as had all his family (the wife included.)
	He had not uncovered any “secrets” dark or otherwise in his wife’s mind when “turning” her to the Dark Side.  There was some certainty that there was.  A mental note was made to delve into that unknown region later.  He was satisfied and very contented as his wife willing succumbed to his wicked seducing allowing Adam and Paulie to FUCK her.  Fuck and sodomize.  She willingly sucked the boys swallowing their cream—usually while Aric buggered her.
	He was pleased with his accomplishments and though he had just creamed into Lucie’s delightfully cock pleasing cunt—he creamed again.  Ruthie looked up to him grinning.  After she swallowed he knelt before her, hugged her, kissed her—tasting his own spunk matter as he Frenched her, and felt a resurgence of lust as he clutched her ass and was surrounded by his naked children.
	Adam had just cum in Mary Ellen’s cunt—he was exhausted and lay heaving.  Lucie came and mounted him, squashing his beef stick with her saucey cunt before slithering up his ripe fine chiseled body squashing her funky cunt on his face.
	Once more and Aric was thrilled.
	Hugging Ruthie and he just soared; and he still was confounded—was it the fact that he was being sexual immoral with his children or was it that they were young?  He squeezed his youngest, kissed her passionately, patted/spanked her bare ass, then sat back to gaze upon her nakedness.
	Time was against them, though.  They cleaned up in the bathroom and returned to normalcy.  He delivered unto the flock a sermon about Love and Family—not mentioning sexual deviancy.  Afterwards and—
	Lunch with some of those in the flock.
	Then, a quick dash home for a “quickie” before returning to the church for the evening’s message plus a lot of singing.  Before, during, and after the performance and the Rockdamm family continued their “family love.”

*

That thing you do—do it again (I like it!)
	Lucifer’s Laughs, Crimson Bla, Black Mary, and Sweet Mill were just some of the marijuana Mary Ellen Rockdamm had in her “stash.”  Lucifer’s Laughs was her favorite—but expensive.  She chipped in with her best friend, Laci, when she could.  Laci had an older bro who always seemed to have some righteous “good shit.”  She shared her stash with her own brothers, Adam and Paulie.  Lucie wasn’t too much into the illegal pot but Ruthie was!
	The Rockdamm family children didn’t get too “stoned” but on occasion they did get wiped.  Most times and Mary Ellen toked up in her best friend’s bedroom.  There they discussed their favorite subject—boys.  They also dissed their friends, family, teachers, school, the government—specially that entity that regarded smoking and or possessing marijuana “illegal.”
	As the girls slowly got stunned—they got silly, too.  That is to say the got naked and began dancing to music (that wasn’t playing.)  And after much bumping hips and grinding their bare asses together—they came to face one another and did one of those “gaze in the eyes” things.
	Placing their hands flat together they made circles in the air.  Mary Ellen was tall—so was Laci.  Mary Ellen had a long narrow face and a sharp nose; brown hair that fell straight to the middle of her back.  Laci had long honey blond hair just to her shoulders.
	The girls made some sort of weird Indian (dot) dance in super slow motion whereas at length their bodies were pressed together.  And it just naturally happened—they kissed.  No superlatives; no extending motives; no other meaning than friend-on-friend love.  A brief peck and then they were pressing their young teen bodies all the closer (with their arms extended outwards still making circles with their hands.)  Their kiss peck segued to deep Frenching.  Their deep Frenching lapsed to falling on the bed pressing their young teenage bodies into one.
	Specifically, they pounded their young teenage pussies together grinding them until there was such a furor that they suddenly engaged in a 69er spanking one another as they did so.  It was not Mary Ellen’s first time noshing on twat; she licked out her sisters twats all the time during their sibling sex fests.
	A ton of feelings were swimming wildly (and frantically) in Mary Ellen’s body; pressing her well trimmed cunt onto her friend’s face she humped wiggling her ass and squashing her sex onto Laci’s face until quivering.
	Laci, on bottom, smacked Mary Ellen’s ass and graciously licked her out.
	The girls went on to shower together; deeply, passionately kiss and finger one another while doing so.  Then they smoked some more dope.
	And that’s how Laci’s Christian dad, a deacon at a neighboring church, found them—his daughter and her friend stoned (and naked).  He was irate and after getting a strong whiff of the marijuana he glared at the two naked miscreants.
	The glare to Mary Ellen was even worse; “this is how your father raises you?” he conveyed angrily.
	After shaking his head, the single father had the girls get on their knees, on the floor, against the bed.  They were still naked.  Mr. Mightgiveadarn paused a moment then lashed the girls’ bottoms with his bare hand—briefly pausing a moment to smooth his hand over their searing flesh.
	When Mary Ellen protested somewhat with her hands dancing over her burning arse, “Would you rather your father know about this?” the smoking dope and nakedness with her girlfriend bit.
	Mary Ellen stopped protesting—but thought better of that when her girlfriend’s father, a church deacon, unzipped his pants producing his very hard manhood. He began masturbating then gave the girls another round of bare ass spanking before giving the girls an option.
	“Suck my dick or take a belt spanking.”
	The girls looked to one another—neither were virgins; either between their legs or sucking dick.  Luci was doing it with her boyfriend, a male cousin, a female cousin, and her high school science teacher.  (gotta pass that class somehow!)
	Mary Ellen was—well, you know.
	The girls pushed themselves away from the bed and faced—literally—the manhood that was right there.  It was long, hard, pulsing heat, and “ready-to-suck.”
	Laci was first.  It was her father’s dick after all.
	Mary Ellen rubbed her burning ass (and fingered her sopping wet burning cunt.)  Mr. Mightgiveadarn eyed her.  Mary Ellen eyed her friend gobbling poppy cock wholly and fully.  She pulled away smacking her lips—a long ropey strand of spunk was from her lips from her father’s cock.
	A little waggling of poppy cock to Mary Ellen and she leaned in, closed her eyes, and engulfed.  Her hands were very busy; rubbing her ass, fingering her cunt, cupping Mr. Mightgiveadarn’s balls, and squeezing his dick at the base.
	Then it was back to Laci’s mouth where she winked at Mary Ellen,
	“Watch this!” she said evilly and as she sucked once more wholly her father’s cock, she power punched his balls.
	She did!
	With the man’s cock all the way into her mouth she clenched up the fist of her right hand and powerfully slammed it up into his balls.  He gritted his teeth, made a very loud outburst but otherwise endured the ball slam.
	Mary Ellen couldn’t believe it.  She wanted to try that with her brothers!

	(and she was clueless that this was not the first time Laci had sucked her father’s cock so (with the addition of slamming his ball sac with her fist.))  Mary Ellen tried it and found the event kind of thrilling.  The man’s cock swelled so in her mouth—and grew hotter!
	After he exploded spunk into her mouth and down her gullet there was more.
	The man took a breather; the girls wallowed on the bed sixty-nining, sitting up on the other’s face, fondling their breasts, the other’s breasts, fingering themselves, fingering the other.
	This only enticed Larry Mightgiveadarn; his cum squirter was ready in no time and he had the girls lay out on their backs, legs open.  He “inspected” the girl’ quims, licking them out starting with his daughter first.  Her pussy, like Mary Ellen’s, was shaven cleanly.  Mr. Mightgiveadarn licked and licked and licked; delved his tongue into his daughter’s pussy sending her twisting and arching as she truly enjoyed being eaten out.
	Laying beside her and Mary Ellen was much the same way—waiting her turn was excruciating!  And still, she had no idea that this was not Laci’s first tryst with her father!  And also, Mary Ellen was not even aware of the funny non-Christian business she was having with HER father!
	Larry Mightgiveadarn shoved his fuck stick into his daughter’s cunt and went whole heartily bat shit crazy fucking her.  His thrusts were dramatic; he knew what he was doing and how to do it!  Powerfully he banged away driving his seven incher that was thick, meaty, beefy, and worthy of fucking pussy.  Laci thrashed about pumping back into her father until succumbing to not one—not two—but THREE incredible orgasms!
	Larry had one.  But it was a hell of a ONE!
	Almost exhausted—the man side stepped to Mary Ellen.  After eyeing her young almost eighteen year old cunt he mouthed it giving the girl piss shivers.  A finger went into her asshole, his thumb massaged her wetted pussy.  His tongue did marvelous things inside her cunt, his teeth nipped the sides of her pussy soaking his face with her juices.
	Just after a few pumps of his magnificent cock slamming into her cunt and Mary Ellen was cumming.  There were incredible interludes with her brother Adam, and sometimes with brother Paulie; but a MAN cock was da bomb!  She gripped the man’s arms, his backside, and whole heartily gave herself to him.
	“FUCK ME!” she cried out—“FUCK ME!”
	Well, what’s a man to do with that request?