August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 33
And the Saga Continues
Random Perversions

Love never bounded
	Boundless love; regardless of obstacles, like pesky relationships like being related to one another.  In the basement, regardless of the lack of sufficient light, brother and sister, Theo and Vanessa, embraced one another and did so with gusto!  Their mouths encompassed one another melding their very inner soul.  Hands moved feverishly all about the others body furiously tearing away their pajamas.
	Vanessa once more grabbed holt of her brother’s dong.  It was long, it was hard, it was hot, it was hard.  Smiling and having wicked thoughts of the narly kind she tugged on the bone, fingering his balls as she did so.
	Theo was out of his mind.  This was more so much more than he expected.
	But it wasn’t just lust, it wasn’t the pending sex.  There was more.  Much-much more.  Theo didn’t have time to dwell on the thoughts of “other”—his smiling lovely sister was “going down” on him.
	Seeing his sister naked—that was one thing.  Hearing her fart, pee, and masturbate—one thing more.  Seeing her take his dick into her mouth—no words could be formulated.  He didn’t know if his sister was a cocksucker, one having prior experience.  But, as she worked on his organ she sure seemed to know what she was doing!	
	Theo had some charm about him.  He spoke well without a slur or ethnic depiction of his race.  He was funny, semi athletic, average student, and got along well with everyone.  White girls, Mexican girls, and Asian girls all found him charming and ok to hang with.  But regardless of those qualities his sexual experience was nil.  He had foresight to know that if knocked up a girl—his ass was grass.  But there were other means of sexual activity without getting a girl pregnant.  Oral and anal specifically speaking there.  Regardless, no girl had yet given him the go ahead for those alternate pleasures—not even a handjob!
	Vanessa’s oral job, though, was going well and although not a pro—she was good!  Of course, for Theo—it was his first time so he had little to go on.  Masturbating was one thing and though lo that felt awesomely good—getting his hammer sucked on trumped his handjob.
	And getting his hammer sucked on by his sister?  Well, that beat all, too.
	And from sucking to—
	Their passion was heating up.  Vanessa sucked and sucked and sucked—and then sucked some more before pulling away.  She was still in charge, clutching his fuzzy nut sac she took her brother’s very well engorged schlong and bashed it against her face.  Normally and this wasn’t normal—especially for Vanessa who was very fastidious about her appearance.
	Then she stood—her pussy was on fire!
	Once more and their eyes met—and there was a fire burning within.
	Once more and their mouths met—increasing exponentially that fire.
	Vanessa got the giggles.
	“What?” asked Theo.
	“I was just thinking—you’re tasting your dick!”
	Theo thought about it—made a face—then went back to kissing his sister.

	And from kissing—
	Kissing one’s sister—eh.
	Fondling one’s sister boobies—eh-eh.
	Finger’s sister’s pussy?  Hmmm
	Banging one’s sister’s pussy?  Yeow!
	Both brother and sister knew what they were doing—and how!  Neither had any experience in the fine art of shagging.  It was wrong, they knew that.  Brothers and sisters didn’t FUCK—they fought, they got the other into trouble, they stood up for the other (in certain situations), got in trouble together.  But they did not FUCK! (each other.)
	Theo and Vanessa fucked.
	On the floor on their pajamas.
	Theo tried his best to not be a dog about; shove his fuck stick into his sister’s quim and pump like a rabid dog.  He tried.  And for a moment or two he was fairly decent and successful; that was attributed to adoring his sister laying beneath him.  She was sooooo freaking beautiful!  His cock swelled greatly within her pussy.
	The fuck was on.  Especially when after Theo reached that certain plateau.  It was instinct; natural eruption of the doggedy kind.  He had no control over his being and began pumping furiously.  Vanessa clung to him, wrapped her legs about his legs, and said—
	“Fuck me, Theo, fuck me hard!”
	What’s a dear brother to do with that request?
	While complying with his goofy sister’s request, Theo noted how truly beautiful she was.  He smiled.  Vanessa was too enthralled with getting boned to ask “What?”

	When the pivotal climax of their illicit union climaxed their naked sweaty heaving bodies melded as one.  Arms and legs akimbo, their mouth again engaged in fervent lip lock.  They couldn’t get enough!  Suddenly,
	“Oh, God! Theo!” blurted Vanessa, “I love you!” but not in the context of a love naturally from a sister to her brother.
	Theo chuckled.
	“What?” asked Vanessa.
	“Well, it’s just—”
	“What?” asked an impatient naked fresh fucked sibling.
	“Well, it’s just that—well, I-I was kind of going to say the same thing.”
	Vanessa smiled big.  There was more than lust bursting thru the girl’s eyes.
	After a few minutes had elapsed.
	“Vanessa.” said Theo in a concerning voice.
	“Yeah?”
	“We may have a problem.” he gulped and seemed genuinely concerned.
	“What?”
	“I-I didn’t have protection.” big concern there.
	“Hey Mom and Dad—I know Saundra (big sister, married, out in the world) isn’t pregnant—but guess who is!?” yeah, that’d go over real well.
	Vanessa smiled, caressed her sweaty brother, wiggled comfortably beneath him, “It’s cool, I’m protected.” but she didn’t explain and Theo didn’t pry.
	Later on, whilst taking a shower whilst everyone in the house was out of the house, Vanessa expressed something peculiar to her brotherly lover.
	“I wish we had our own place, our own apartment.”
	Theo was taken off guard and not sure how to respond.  He was young, sometimes immature, a lot irresponsible, but living with three sisters and his mother and having more than one girlfriend he was a little wise on knowing not to fuck with a girl’s heart.
	The idea of having their own apartment—yeah, that would be kinda cool.
	“We could go naked all the time!” supplied his sister.
	Ah, that was her game.  Theo nodded, smiled, and had thoughts of wonder.
	“Some place like—Seattle!” an energetic Vanessa continued.
	“Why Seattle?” Theo wondered aloud.
	“To be far away from this family—so they wont be barging in on us.”
	“Right.” said Theo finally getting it.
	And “getting it” continued.  With a raging hard-on and not wanting to waste it he easily entered his soaped up willing sister fucking her brains out in the shower.  With her back against the tiled shower wall, handsome naked Theo shoved into his sister’s cunt his cunt hungry cock.

	Sure, he thought of half a dozen other girls he’d like to do same with; but boning his sister topped them all.  He also thought of his other siblings, all girls.  Saundra was out of the house, married, and had her own place.  Daniella was a year and a half older than himself and though they enjoyed some touchy-feely when they were younger, seeing each other naked up to the age of twelve (for each of them.)  Nothing more, though—which was a bummer for Theo who thought for sure she would let him fuck her.
	With her legs about her brother’s waist, and his cock pounding the hell out of her pussy, Vanessa shuddered and had incredible thoughts of the naughty kind.
	“Fuck me, Theo, fuck me!” she cried out.
	Theo fucked her, fucked her, fucked her hard until creaming in a massive lust that sent them both to the shower floor.  Exhausted, Theo and Vanessa languished in a sea of confused lust.  They kissed; Theo caressed her breasts, cupped her ass, and had incredible lustful intentions.
	Vanessa simply adored her big brother.
	They were still in high school—a long-long ways from getting out of the house and being on their own.  Still,
	“We have to do this—a lot!” announced Vanessa.
	Theo was cool with that.
	After the shower and dried off, with a little more fooling around while doing so, Vanessa came to Theo’s room where he was just finishing dressing.  Vanessa was in her panties only, blue zebra print, high leg cut, and the view got Theo aroused—again.
	“Theo,” she asked curiously, “would you do something for me?”
	You gotta be kidding!  He’d do anything; ride the subway downtown naked!
	Shrugging his shoulders and feeling the serious ache in his cock and balls,
	“Sure.”
	Vanessa smiled, “Spank me!”
	Again, Theo was taken off his guard.  “What?”
	Vanessa entered the room rubbing her butt, “I’ve got a friend, Justine, and she mentioned that she liked to get spanked.”  Justine was a white friend of Vanessa’s; super fine body, ski-slope titties, great ass, slim body, reddish brown hair, and talked like one of those double talking lawyers on a television commercial.
	Who was spanking her?  Boyfriend, brother, daddy?
	Didn’t matter; if it was a turn-on for Vanessa then it was a turn-on  for Theo.
	For a long time—Theo had been interested in his sister’s ass.  He guessed it was a sort of odd fetish or something—but he wanted to see that ass.  Bare.  Her pussy, titties, yeah—sure, totally nudity definitely.  But it was dat ass he was most interested in.
	Spanking it—well, that just made it better.
	And a willing participant?  Way better.
	Afterwards and Theo was with his mind blasted.  Vanessa was with her ass busted.  She couldn’t remember the last time she had been spanked—she guessed when she was a wee little girl.  The swatting made her pussy tingle.  That was the important part.  Her ass tingled, too, but it was her pussy the most that shivered her all over causing incredible orgasmic feelings she had not known before.
	Theo had some orgasmic feelings, too.  So much so that when he had finished spanking his sister and she lay on his bed rubbing her burning ass—Theo began spanking her ass with his tremendously hard cock.  That was ok with Vanessa.  Vanessa turned over, spread her legs, and began fingering her still peach fuzzed pussy.  Theo began to spank it with his tremendously hard cock before slipping himself into her sex.
	Somehow it was the most incredible sex they had had yet!

*

Shambles and the Penguin starring in “That Thing You Do”
	She caught his attention because One—she was a teenager; and Two, she was in the mischievous company of a young boy.  Shay “Shambles” Schlumnb didn’t believe for a minute that the two were related.  The boy had short dark hair; the girl of interest had short brown hair.
	From the back lot area of the chain restaurant located by the freeway, the teen girl and boy in her company scooted along in amongst the huge eucalyptus trees.  There, along a hillside and the freeway bridge there was something of a “hiding” place.  Shay Shambles lost contact temporarily while he made his way along to get a better view without being viewed himself.  This took some doing.
	By the time he got into prime position—festivities of the naughty kind were already in progress.  The young boy, about seven years young, was already naked—as was the girl.  The girl was sitting down, legs outward.  The young naked boy was standing between her open legs and she was playing with his cock and balls with one hand and caressing his bare lily white ass with the other.
	Then it was all about sucking.
	Shay Shambles was about to come apart.  His cock was so hard he could beat the tree he was hiding in with it to the ground.  The girl was bold, brash, and apparently had an affinity for young boys.  She sucked the young lad until his little wee-wee was hard-hard-hardest.  Then she laid down schooling the boy on the proper technique of how to fuck a girl.
	This just wasn’t happening?  Was it?

	In broad daylight, by a busy freeway, by a popular chain restaurant that had its parking lots full, this teenage girl was having sex with a young boy she had “lured” away from his family.  If she didn’t already have a cunt she’d would have balls!
	A few pumps in and the boy stood up.  He was grinning and apparently liked what he was doing.  The girl fondled his wares then once more blew Shay Shambles’ mind having the boy firstly kiss her presented bare butt, then daringly lick her pooter hole, then spank her!
	Of course, there wasn’t much strength behind the swats but the goofy girl frigged herself enjoying the swatting just the same.  The little boy continued to giggle.
	Just as the girl had gotten the boy to shower her cunny with his pee—
	Two police officers came around the back of the restaurant.
	The noise of the freeway kept the girl from hearing the officers’ radios.
	The cops looked around the dumpster, called out a name (the boy’s) and took a long hard look up the grassy embankment hill.  One officer began encroaching upon that hill.  Shay had a decision to make.  He didn’t think it a good idea for the girl to be caught—she could prove to be useful.  And so far, neither officer had spotted him—although some pesky fucking birds did!
	‘go back around,’ Shay said in an electronic mind altering way, ‘back to the front.’
	A moment elapsed and the hill climbing cop stopped, looked around, called out “Curtis!” then moseyed back down the hill—nearly tripping.  Shay wasn’t sure if his minding abilities had worked but the two officers made their way back to the front of the restaurant.  Just then and the girl and boy emerged—clothed.  The girl was a little disheveled while the boy was energetic—he had just gotten his first piece of tail at the tender age of seven!
	“Ahem!” said Shay clearing his throat getting the girl’s attention.
	Panic mode.  The girl looked up and knew that she had been seen.
	“I just saved you from being busted.”

	Penny “Penguin” slung her backpack into the space behind the seat and slumped herself into the seat.  Her mind was in a fury—what if she had been busted?  Her mind couldn’t cope.  Her benefactor fired up the bus-convert and eased into traffic and down the road—away from the restaurant (and the little boy.)
	Road noise, the squeakiness of the bus-convert, confounded Penny but her mind was tormented by her lack of security.  There were new concerns as the driver merged from the city surface street to the freeway.  She wanted to relax but there were fears and apprehension swelling up inside her.

	What if he’s a homicidal maniac?  A rapist?  Or some other whacked out weirdo with mind boggling fetishes?  Fine time to think of those things.  She sighed (and stifled a burgeoning fart).  Clutching herself and her plush toy “penguin” she never let out of her sight, Penny tried to relax.
	“Sooo,” asked Shay curiously, “how’d you get the boy to come with you?”
	Penny shrugged; methodically she played thumbsies (fingers interlocked and “thumbs” gettin’ after it.)  She showed him her toy penguin; it had a pocket in its bum to slip some fingers in making it a sort of puppet.
	Shay nodded, shifted, narrowly avoided clipping the slower moving car in front of him, switched lanes, and gunned the converted short school bus.  Penny gripped the sides of her seat and felt the pesky fart inching closer to the exit.

Super Dad!
Up in the sky!  (actually, up on the roof)  It’s a bird!  It’s a plane!  No, it’s just super dad fixing the air conditioner.
	Super Dad—most girls adored their daddies, Penny was no exception.
	He was cool; they played together, slept together, farted, and had belching contests, and had amazing adventures together (all non-sexual.)  Shortly after Penny turned ten she began having dreams and fantasies.  Pretty normal but soon those dreams and fantasies turned a little weird.
	Penny dreamed of her dear daddy as Super Dad—like the comic book hero Superman.  In one vivid image she dreamed of her daddy standing radiantly on a jutting rock with a gleaming cityscape behind him.  His cape fluttering in the breeze, his regal jawline chiseled in definite sternness; his cold steel eyes daring down all that was evil (or the personification thereof.)  He also stood in cool black boots.  The cape and boots were all that he WAS wearing.
	Penny dreamed of her dear daddy naked.
	Oh!
	The dreaming and fantasizing escalated to the point whereas she was fingering herself—dreaming and fantasizing of that it was her daddy’s fingers doing the fingering!  One night whilst fantasizing of being fingered she became aware of someone at her bedroom door.  Of course it was Super Dad as Super Bitch was at work.
	“Oooooh, daddy!” she called out realizing he was there.  She was naked and the nightlight gave a nice glow to her young body.  Her pussy was on fire.  She lay wallowing in lust aching for her daddy to come in.
	But he didn’t.
	She had to formulate a plan.

	One night later and after a furious bout of fingering herself she made way to the kitchen for sustenance—masturbating takes a lot of energy!  Just as she was smearing chocolate peanut butter (the best!) onto a slice of bread in came her daddy.
	A glass of milk and peanut butter bread later and Penny was parked on her daddy’s lap—wiggling.  She wore a long mid-thigh tee-shirt (and nothing else!)  The tee-shirt had a cartoon character on it and was off-pink in color.  After much wiggling Super Dad tried to settle his rambunctious child down and discovered the lack of undies.
	He paused.
	Penny smacked her lips and slyly worked up her tee-shirt.
	‘Do you want to fuck me, Daddy?’  ‘You can fuck me if you want to.’
	She thought it—but didn’t say it.  What she did do, though, was to lean forward resting against the round kitchen table.  Her dear daddy slowly-slowly-slowly moved his hands up and down her sides.  The only light was from a baseboard level nightlight, the light from the electric stove, and the microwave.
	Ever so slowly and did Penny reposition herself facing her daddy nesting her bald bare cunny on her daddy’s manhood.  Daddy went “commando”, too!  Hugging her dear Super Daddy she felt good; her cunny on fire, though, prompted her to begin grinding.  What her Super Dad thought—unknown; what he did—cup her bare ass, squeeze, probe slightly her pooter hole, then began an adventure of the incestuous kind.
	After some serious grinding the powers of sexual depravation took over and Penny found herself on the kitchen table, naked.  Her legs spread and her Super Dad was licking out her fevered pussy.  His wet tongue did nothing to bring down the heat in her loins.  She bucked his face and he seemed enticed—to continue licking and then—THEN…
	At eight and Penny was curious about boys.  In the area where she lived boys were pretty bold—especially in the nearby woods.  There and the boys openly peed.  They also masturbated and didn’t care who saw them doing so.  The boys were usually Penny’s age, a little young and some a little older.
	At nine years young Penny watched some teens fucking.  By the way the girl carried on so she knew that she had to find out more.  A year later and she was with a boy who was naïve and easily manipulated.  They fucked in the woods, in her basement, in a garage loft, and in a backyard treehouse.  So,
	When it came to Super Dad slipping his cock into his ten year old daughter’s pussy on the kitchen table—it was no big thing.  It wasn’t an easy penetration but the progress was easy enough without damage or ardent discomfort.  Super Dad fucked his young daughter creaming a viscous quantity of pent up cum.

	Then they were doing it in her bed.
	Then they were doing it in his bed.
	Then came mutual showering (and doing it in the shower.)
	Blowjobs followed.  Penny loved sucking her daddy’s dick (inasmuch as he enjoyed having her suck him!)  The two enjoyed sex and all its narly ways—including Super Dad sticking his dick into Penny’s plush toy penguin.  Not for sexual purposes but as use in a “puppet” show.
	All was well until that fateful day—just recently, when Super Bitch (mom) walked in on them having sex.  She flipped the fuck out—naturally.  Super Dad was arrested and jailed and Penny couldn’t live without him—or live with her mother.  Clutching her penguin she watched the world pass by her.  Life would never be the same.

	Miles down the road and sitting for lunch in another chain restaurant, Shay Shambles feasted not on his burger but a cute little lassie who sometimes darted from table where her parents and siblings were seated to dash about amokly.  Occasionally she fell.  Wearing a short red kiddies dress suitable for Sunday church the wee child of about four “revealed” herself and a bright yellow panties.
	Shay became acutely aware that he was being watched—not by the parents or wait staff but by his traveling companion.  Her face offered no emotion giving Shay some heebie and jeebies.
	Once back in the converted school bus,
	“You like little girls?” it was more of a statement of fact than a question.
	Shay paused with his thumb on the nifty handy-dandy electronic mind altering gadget down by his side.  If the girl in his company was not cool with his “liking of little girls” then there was an option.  An emergency button could be pressed initiating a mind blasting pulse that would lambast the teen’s mind sufficiently enough for Shay to make “changes.”
	“You like little boys.” Shay stated factly.
	Point taken.  Penny said nothing but clutched her penguin.
	Shay was twelve when he met a weird kinky girl, Molly, who enticed him to spank her.  Bare hand to bare ass.  She liked being spanked; it made her cunny tingle and that led to fucking.  Molly had one of those insatiable cunnies requiring a lot of attention—almost daily.  Shay was only too happy to oblige.  But Molly was a risk taker—she got off more on the happenstance that they might get caught.
	At school, under the bleachers (during a game!)
	At school, in the girl’s bathroom—and then in the boy’s bathroom!
	At her home while her parents were at work was the best—they freely went amok nakedly fucking in every room possible.  And it was in the girl’s bedroom where they got caught—kind of another turn on for Molly.
	But the dire consequences thereafter were not up to Shay’s liking.
	Molly’s dad went off on the boy (spanking his naked daughter) and beat the boy right then and there.  Meanwhile, the mommy called Shay’s parents and when Shay’s daddy showed—more beating resulted.
	It was then that Shay realized that “girls are evil.”
	They continued to fuck, though; but it was less risky (for Shay).  They got it on at the park—behind bushes; they did it at an open museum full of old trains, buildings, and so on.  They did it under the trestle bridge at the area where the embankment meets the bridge—just as the train rumbled and roared over their heads.  But Molly wanted risk so she went on to those boys who were willing to provide—and get caught.  Shay knew the boys and though he tried to warn them they sought the girl’s favor regardless.  The power of pussy!

	At a rest stop along their way and a pretty little 4 year old racing around in a one piece bathing suit got Shay’s eye.  Sitting beside him was Penny.  Evening was coming on, they were on a well traveled freeway, a major tourist trap was minutes away at the state line, it was mid summer and damn hot.
	Penny slyly put her hand onto Shay’s crotch finding that he had a major boner.
	“What would you do to her?” Penny asked.
	Shay clutched the sweating soda can in his hands; his eyes focused hard on the laughing child as she ran thru the sprinklers watering the haphazard lawn in the picnic area.  The girl’s family occupied a picnic table; brothers, sisters, also ran about but were older.
	“Grind on her,” Shay said, “fingering and spanking,” a pause, “a cum wash.”
	Penny pursed her lips, ‘cum wash.’?  She wasn’t sure what that meant—and wasn’t sure she wanted to.
	“Nothing serious.” the man said augmenting.
	Penny deduced that that inferred “no fucking.”
	“Just grinding.” he amended.
	The two observed the tyke as she did cartwheels and tumbles.
	“She’s cute.” so noted Penny.
	Shay sighed and took Penny’s hand squeezing her fingers about his boner.

And it begins…
	Further down the road at an amusement park Shambles and Penguin dined at a diner—and observed the possibles.  Shay focused on a very cute perky six year old in a short-short frilly yellow dress while Penny licked her lips noting a sweet faced dark hair lad of about seven.  We all have our likes.

	The hour was evening type time; dinner time for some folk, play time for others.  The amusement park was in full swing and busy.  There were fire works, roaming clowns, clowns on stilts, and a host of other bothersome carnival-like performers.  Everyone’s got to have a job.
	There, too, were security—both plainly visible and those not so much.
	Shay was aware of the “other” security issues, the electronic kind posted on his poles and then everywhere else.  It made engaging in his alternate profession a little challenging.  But dire determination being what it was…
	Rolling down the highway in an eggplant purple converted shortie school bus just before the hour of midnight and Shay came to a huge open area off the road.  Desertscape was all around; and though lo it was midnight the air was not all that cool.  Muggy, too.  In the nearby mountains a storm was brewing.
	Stepping out of the bus and Shay stretched, farted, stretched some more, then hauled out his dick for a nice long pee.
	“Nice.” said Penny coming out of the bus (and walking into Shay’s gas cloud.)
	“Sorry.”
	There was a bathroom on the shortie converted bus but Penny squatted and commenced to peeing right then and there.
	“They asleep?”
	“Yes.”
	Not for long.  Shay was horny.  And with Possibles young and sleepy engaging in horny business was fairly easy.  Their young impressionable minds were locked in electronically but the Device was not necessarily necessary.
	All the windows in the bus were heavily tinted; plus, they had blinds ensuring privacy.  Just enough light allowed decent viewing of “Anna” and “Curtis”.  They were sweet, young, and asleep.  Penny watched as Shay removed Anna’s shoes.  Blue tennis shoes with dark blue laces.  Her short-shortie britches were pulled off nextly revealing that the girl seemed to have a liking to the color “blue” as she wore, too, blue panties.
	Anna’s blue shirt was removed nextly, though, then her panties.
	Shay stared at the naked seven year old; Penny sat on the side of the double bed located in the rear of the bus.  The roof mounted a/c kept the bus’ interior cool but there was still some sweating going on.
	Anna remained steadfastly asleep.
	Slowly Shay stripped off his clothes—the first time he had been naked or so exposed with Penny.  Penny eyed the man’s cock—way much bigger than the boys she had messed with.  Way much.
	Slowly did Shay put his mouth down onto the sleeping Anna’s pussy.  As he worked his tongue he got the girl to be aroused.  Penny was aroused, too!
	Anna looked a little frail; lily white, red hair, very skinny.  Shay’s tongue not only aroused her but awoke her.  Her confusion, though, kept her sedate for a little while longer.  Shay worked his tongue all over; raised her legs and got after her funk hole.  Penny watched in utter fascination and slowly peeled off her own clothes.
	When Shay laid his cock against the little girl’s pussy—she began to freak out.  A swift smack to her lily white frail ass and she somewhat settled down.  Shay began to grind against her staring her down.  Anna furrowed her brow and began to freak out.  Shay smacked her ass again before moving up planting himself on her chest.  Taking holt of her super frizzy flaming red hair he brought his massive man stick against her face.
	Penny methodically frigged her mostly hairless pussy watching in fantastical fascination.  As Shay put his dick to the girl’s face—she seriously began to freak.
	Shay smacked her little ass then sternly said,
	“The next smack will be from a belt.”
	This didn’t go over well for the little girl and she began to cry—but it was acceptable and she didn’t cry too much.  She did, though, fuss when the man’s dick came to her mouth.
	“Suck it,” he said, “or get spanked—with the belt.”
	Anna cried, fussed, and “got the belt.”  Penny’s cunt clenched tightly, her breathing increased as she watched the man belt the girl’s ass.  He didn’t do harshly or with vehement anger—but the young ass did turn a shade of red.
	All the commotion did nothing to disturb the sleeping seven year old Curtis.
	Once more and Anna was on her back faced with a cock in her face.  Her tender ass stung and she fretted over her mistreatment.  Sucking cock was the least of her terror.  Shay continued; holding her hair and gouging her mouth until she finally relented accepting the hellish member.  The head and a bit of shaft entered in.
	Penny’s pussy was a swamp.  Her juices had flowed and then some.  She yearned for young dick but seeing the abuse to Anna somehow had ignited something else within.
	Shay didn’t go full bore into Anna’s mouth.  He pulled out and humped her face making her suck his hairless ball sac.  That was followed by slapping her face with his massively hard cock.
	Penny thought for sure the little girl was going to be raped.  Shay, however, merely moved back down to lay his massively hard cock against her bald cunny and hump thereon until jutting a massive glob of cum.  Massive.  The relief was good (but could have been better.)
	Sitting back, breathing hard, cum still leaking from his prick he gave the invite to Penny.
	Penny’s pure blue azure blue eyes went from Shay’s cock to Anna’s cum laden cunt.  Cock—cunt.  Cunt—cock.  Shay waggled his cock—it ached to get into Penny—mouth, pussy, asshole, whatever.  The teenager moved slowly leaning down to Anna’s cum strewn cunny and there she did lick.
	Shay, still heaving, breathing, sweating, cumming, watched intently as his new partner licked up the little girl’s poon.
	“Nice.” he said.

	After thoroughly licking cleanly Anna’s cum soaked quim, Penny moved over to take care of Shay’s smoking hot cock.  Gripping the base of the dong expertly she slowly teased the cock rolling her tongue about the super sensitive head.  Her had began to bob and Shay began to melt.
	A short brown slightly curled/twisted pony tail flopped at the back of Penny’s head; she was thirteen years young and equipped with a nice set of ta-tas.  For her young age she had a very nice body; she was almost fourteen and kept her poon pie trimmed very neatly.
	The blowjob was nice—but pussy was better!
	Penny sucked and sucked and sucked getting Shay to almost orgasm.
	Almost.  He pulled out and fucked her face—which she didn’t mind or oppose.  Little Anna lay cringing watching and being more and more confused.  Then, Penny sensing that the time was right laid out on the bed, spread her legs and prepared to receive.  She hadn’t had a big dick in her since her daddy.
	Shay mounted and eased himself gently into the girl—he and Penny were positioned whereas the confused Anna could see the absolute penetration.  A few pumps in and Shay Shambles already felt his loins stirring.  Penny clutched his arms, farted, pursed her lips and engaged sexually for several minutes.
	A river of cum erupted from Shay’s schlong—just a few seconds over the one minute mark.  Still, though, his cock remained tremendously hard.  He pumped in and out, rested his cock on her gash then humped heartily for two or three minutes before re-entering to achieve one more cum blast.
	Penny had relinquished two or three orgasms of her own and quivered for more!  She trembled all over, shuddered, and vibrated until she was utterly exhausted.  Laying in a wallow of sexual wow and Penny closed her eyes.  Shay watched her sleeping and noted little Anna was sleeping, too.  The seven year old boy was still sleeping also.

	A massive thunder clap shook everyone awake—including Curtis.
	Shay stood outside to for his morning pee; he was joined by the naked Penny who didn’t squat but stood up (to pee.)  The morning hour was early, just after dawn and the air was brisk.
	A storm was amongst them, thick dark clouds, some lightning and a lot of noisy thunder.  There wasn’t a lot of traffic—and Shay had parked way-way away from the road to ensure privacy.
	Back inside the bus and the two newcomers were still confused.
	Curtis, however, eyed the naked Shay and Penny.
	“I have to pee.” announced Anna.
	Shay scooped her up and set her in the nearby shower.  She had to pee standing up, too!  This, of course, got Shay hard.  He stroked his cock and Penny came up behind him and took over—totally blowing Anna’s mind.  Curtis sat clothed eyes glued to Penny’s naked backside.
	When Anna had finished peeing she was once more scooped up and set back on the bed.  Thunder frightened her and jolted everyone else.  Shay “went down” on the girl licking out her pussy.  Anna was shocked and fussed a little, but a swift smack to her ass settled her out.
	“Do you got to pee?” Penny asked of Curtis.
	The boy nodded.
	“Then let’s get those clothes off!” and she helped Curtis out of his clothes.
	Confusion reigned supreme; the boy offered no resistance as the naked teenage girl removed his clothes.  He did look to the naked man and then casually side glanced at the naked Anna.  After he was rendered nude he was scooped up by Penny who plopped him down in the shower saying “Have at it.”
	More confusion.
	“You want me to pee?” he asked in an almost squeaky voice.
	Penny nodded and got down on her knees.
	It took a little doing but the flow of pee began.  He really had to go!
	As it peed, Penny fondled his tight little bum, balls, and cock.
	When he had finished—she sucked him!

	Before breakfast, and during a hellacious rainstorm, young Anna finally got boned.  Not by Shay, the young girl needed broken in and it was Curtis and his wee willy that did the job.  It was a massive turn-on for Shay and Penny.  A little schooling was needed and that was in part fun and increased the turn-on factor.
	The boy was schooled on the technique, firstly, of licking out the girl’s cunny.  She still fussed—and still got her ass smacked.  A little whimpering but she settled down and accepted her fate.  Curtis licked out his first pussy—then fucked it.  Having such a smallish dinky the girl’s cunny was only partly broken in.
	Penny caressed the boy’s ass and fingered her cunt all the while the fucking commenced.  Shay masturbated and eyed the kids as the fucked and carefully watched Penny.  She was really-really-really into the illicit act (and wasn’t a bad cocksucker, either!)
	After Curtis got his fill of fucking Anna—he fucked Penny!
	Another round of breaking in Anna was required before Shay did her.  Penny once more licked the girl’s cunny, sucked Shay’s schlong, then held the child’s legs back smacking her ass when she fussed too much.  Shay entered Anna (but only partly.)
	Anna’s eyes bulged as the penetration began.  Her young mouth opened wide as the pumping began.  Penny fingered herself and then drew the young Curtis into her.  She fondled his little cock and balls and watched attentively while Curtis was totally absorbed (with being fondled.)
	It took as many as two minutes to usher a fresh hot load of man spunk.
	There was a slight coating of blood from the broken in pussy.  Using Anna’s blue panties he wiped his dong clean as well as Anna’s poon.  Penny could hold off no more and got the young lad on her lap to mount and fuck her—then had him go on to fuck Anna!

I cum, you cum, let’s change the alphabet
	She was too cute for her own good—pure and simple.  Blond hair, short and sassy; a bright sunny face, incredible blue eyes, very pretty light blue dress that was way-way too short.  The security risk, though, was high.  Siblings, parents, other assorted adults, a roving fat security guard, and other assorted security measures made “acquiring” the “way too cute for her own good” a challenge.
	Shay Shambles liked challenges.
	From the amusement park Shambles and Penguin egressed into the next adjoining state, merged thru a storm, and after being nearly creamed by an out of control big rig they settled at a non-chain restaurant café.  Timing.  It would all be about timing.  Shay Shambles had patience—he wished it would just hurry up about it!
	He waited.  Penny slyly (again) placed her hand on his lap finding her partner mighty hard.  Shaking her head she sighed and noted what he was noting.
	“Mmmm, she IS pretty.” But with some many security issues she didn’t think it would be possible to “acquire” her.
	She was wrong.
	Unaware of Shay’s nifty mind altering device Penny was aghast at how Shay managed to procure the little girl without anyone raising a fuss.  From the roadside café they moderately motivated themselves further down the road sliding into a rest stop area (as super horndog Shay was unable to curb himself any longer.)
	Underneath the short-short kiddie dress was a nice snug fitting blue panty.
	Shay lay with the bemused girl on the bed lightly fingering her.

	Penny watched him intently; slowly she began to finger herself.  Then, as Shay pulled the child’s dress off and then removed her panties, Penny stripped off her clothes.  She helped strip Shay’s clothes off and hungrily gobbled on his dong as he righteously fingered out “Lydia’s” soft supple cunny.
	Shay’s cock was at its zenith!  So hot in her mouth!  Penny sucked and sucked, squeezed her fingers about the base and engulfed the monstrous schlong wholly.  He put his mouth onto the child’s cunt and licked it with great furor.
	“I’m gonna cum!” Shay announced loudly.
	Penny felt the first blasts of manly juices and quickly aimed his squirter to Lydia’s slobbered on cunt.  Jut after jut of cum was expelled onto the girl’s cunny.  When he was drained, Penny “went down” on the girl lapping up all the juices thereon.  Lydia lay in a bewildered state of being.  She gave no fussings like little Anna before her had—thanks to the magical (electronical) wonders of his EMAD.
	The running a/c kept things cool within the converted bus.  Body temperatures of Shay and Penny, though, were escalating.  After sucking up the cum spew on Lydia’s cunny—and Shay watching her do so—a new freaky feeling welled up with them.   Shay mounted Penny and “fucked her brains out.” so to speak.
	The two madly engaged sexually; twisting and turning this way and that; wallowing all over the bed never stopping their engagement.  Their mouths engulfed the other; arms and legs entwined in a maddening display of horny.

	The desire to fuck the little girl pestered Shay Shambles.
	“We need a boy.” The “we” being Shay needed a boy to break in Lydia and Penny needing a boy to sate her own requirements.  It was determined (by Shay) that the turn-on they shared was at the expense of young’uns.  So be it.
	At an open air roadside swap meet the Possibles were sighted, not one but TWO Possibles.  The boy targets were handsome turds, about seven years young, and running amok not overly supervised as they should be.
	Meanwhile, as Penny noted the boys—Shay noted two more girls.  He couldn’t help himself.  His cock was more in control than he was.  A bit o’ lunch at one of the many food stands, some fun with Lydia—taking her on pony rides, games, carnival stuff.  She was far-far away from where she had been acquired and had warmed up to Shay who held her as a daddy should.
	At the end of the day and the converted purple shortie school bus cruised out of the area and into another state.  On board was extras; other than Lydia there were two boys, Derrick and Kenny.  Derrick was a black youth of about nine years young; his friend was Kenny who was around eight.  Kenny had flaming red hair in a bowl shape; a face sharp face, and loved corndogs slathered in mustard.

	Also, two girls, nine year old Joy and six year old Jill.
	No boundaries, no morals.  There was only to satisfy his unnatural urges—at the expense of someone else.  It was a yearning, unquenchable.  With the handy-dandy nifty-swifty EMAD in his possession the satisfying those “unnatural urges” came easier.  He knew, that equipped with such a nifty-swifty gadget he could do more; he could be a super hero!  Or the world’s greatest spy!  With a mind controlling device the sky was the limit—or maybe not.
	He still wouldn’t make vaginal (or anal) penetration without first having a break in said vagina (or anus).  And watching a girl being broken in was a turn on—for both Shay and Penny.  After the acquisition and many-many miles down the road Shay turned off the main road and onto a dirt road.  It was damn dark by the time he brought the converted-pervert purple eggplant school bus to a rest.
	By the light of a silvery moon, Shambles and Penguin enjoyed some quality time; sitting on a mossy bank by a tranquil lake made everything sublime.  They had been on quite a spree.  Instead of being bank robbers, mass murderers, or moonshine runners, they were sophisticated perverts.
	They children they had acquired were asleep in the bus.
	Shay Shambles was naked, as was his preference; Penny Penguin was also.
	They lay embraced enjoying the tranquility of their environment and being.
	Then,
	“GRONK!” oh no.

*

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No running!  Jogging, ok.  No spitting water!  Throwing up, ok.  No diving in the pond to molest the ducks!  Frogs, ok.  Play with your own balls!  Ask first to play with someone else’s balls.  No trespassing without permission!  When park paths are under water they are impassable!  What?  Actual signs.
	River-in-the-Dale Park and Play was spread out over several acres; one section had an outdoor museum featuring old trains and ways of life before the 1900s.  Another section had a soccer field, volleyball, and basketball court.  There, too, was a play area for kids featuring swings, jungle gym, and a play train caboose.
	Shane and Kyle were playing in the caboose when—

	“Hey, check this out!” said eight year old Shane.  He had found a trunk in the playhouse that he hadn’t seen there before.
	The “caboose” was not an actual train’s caboose but constructed to look like one; it wasn’t made of metal but wood and was extra wide rather than the normal narrow of a regular caboose.
	Kyle ambled over and took a look, “This is new.” he said.
	Inside the caboose there were shelves of books donated by visitors.
	There was a play area for staging a play.
	Donated furniture suitable for kids to lounge on—or whatever.
	Some items normally found in a caboose; lanterns, stoves, time tables, and so on were scattered all about along with photographs and pictures of bygone days.  It was a wondrous place for imagination to be explored if not exploited.  Inside the play trunk the boys found clothes; hats, vests, books, panties, pocket watch, rolled up maps, boots—
	Panties?
	Neither Shane or Kyle had sisters, or even girl cousins.  Both had seen girls in their bathing suits but at barely nine years the boys were only casually curious.  Holding actual panties in their hands made them even more (curious.)
	Then there were some still photos, the instantly made kind.
	Photos of naked girls.
	One photograph picture was of a teenage girl about thirteen.  Naked.  Long silky looking red hair, a bald beaver, supply pear shaped titties, a long neck, naked, naked, naked.
	Neither Shane or Kyle could breathe.
	Another picture was of a girl approximately ten or so, naked, shoulder length dark hair, bald beaver, standing in a bedroom looking a little bashful.  The previous girl was out in the open, surrounded by trees and shrubs with a bit o’ sunlight kissing her naked skin.
	Another ten year old with long blond hair was laying out on her bed, legs spread and in the middle of what looked liked fingering herself.
	“JEEZUS!” slurred Shane.
	“Sonofabitch!” blurted Kyle.
	Both boys had wood.
	Suddenly,
	“Hi, guys!  What’s doing?” asked friend, Tasha, coming up on them.
	The boys whirled around frightened that they had been caught doing something.
	“Whatcha got there?” Tasha, ten, asked.
	The boys instinctively knew that what they had was wrong.
	“We-we were just looking around this trunk—” said Kyle embarrassingly.
	“Yeah, an-an-and we weren’t doing nothing!” typical response of a young lad with his hands in the cookie jar.
	“Ooooh,” smiled Tasha, “someone’s lost their undies!”
	The panties the boys had found had been discarded after the pictures had been found.  Tasha then noted the hardness in the boys’ jeans.  Shane had on short jeans while Kyle wore simple walking shorts.  Their boners were prominent and Tasha, though her skin was chocolate brown, blushed.
	“We didn’t do nothing!” cried Kyle—the wimp-pussy of the two.
	“Relax!” said Tasha, “It’s cool.”
	“It is?”
	“Sure, people do this all the time.”
	The boys were stunned.
	“Oh, sure—” chirped the girl, “it’s a part of dress-up!”
	The boys nodded and looked back into the trunk; cowboy hats, cowboy boots, vests, belts, gloves, whips, chains…
	“I like to play dress-up,” said the perky girl, “would you boys like to play?”
	“What’ll we play?” asked Shane.
	“Hmmm,” drawled Tasha thoughtfully, “how about—Cowboys and Saloon Girl!” and pulling out a mass of clothes, “And I’ll play the saloon girl.”  good call.
	“What’s a saloon girl?”
	Tasha smiled, “She’s one of the most important characters in Cowboys and Indians.” True (just ask any cowboy whose been on the range a few weeks with ugly cowboys and even uglier cows.)
	Tasha sorted the clothes assigning appropriate clothes for the boys as well as herself.  Then, she started undressing.
	“Whoa!” said Shane shockingly.
	Kyle couldn’t breathe so he didn’t say anything.
	Tasha ditched her deep purple top, kicked off her shoes, undone her beginner’s bra, then shucked her knee length green tinted britches.  This left her in vibrant yellow panties.  Those were pushed down and she stepped out of both garments.  She had the boys’ full dead on attention.
	“What’s the matter?” she asked, “Never seen a girl naked before?”
	Actually, No.
	Casually she fingered her sex, slowly turned around allowing the boys to have their look upon her, then she plucked up a frilly pinkish feathery wrap.  She did a little dance and drew the accessory up between her legs.  The boys’ eyes bulged to the extreme.
	“Holy sheep shit!” said Shane.
	Kyle, still unable to breathe, nodded in ditto.

	“So, you wanna play or what?”
	The boys were stunned (and how!) but oblivious to the unsaid query.
	Tasha picked up some clothes; a vest, belt, chaps but held off handing them off to the bewildered boys.
	“What?” finally asked Shane.
	Spelling it out for them (verbally) “Take-off-your-clothes!”
	Shane, blinking his eyes in ponderment—“Oooooh!”
	Kyle standing near shoulder to shoulder with him watched in escalating bewilderment as Shane began stripping off his clothes.
	And indeed, Shane Shivvel had wood.  For an 8 ½ year old he had a decent cock.  Tasha seemed to be lustful; she grinned, blushed, and hungrily feasted her dark eyes on the delicious 3-incher!
	“Well?” said Tasha to Kyle.
	Shane nudged his still clothed pal, “Take off your clothes, stupid!”
	Kyle furrowed his brow, “I-I’ve only tooken off my clothes for my mom.”
	Good to know.
	Tasha pursed her lips, smiled, farted then got on her knees…
	“Would you like me to help?”
	Kyle was stunned.  Only his MOM took his clothes off.
	With the young lad saying/doing nothing it was the go-ahead for Tasha.
	The shirt was easy, just a regular boy’s pullover tee-shirt with some print designs geometrically speaking.  Tasha even eyed his nipples, then locked eyes with him, smiled big, ripped another butt blast, then unzipped his pants.
	Shane stood by them with a rail on.
	Casually and Tasha stretched her hand out cupping Shane’s hanging hairless nads.  The boy watched her do it and stared with wild eyed fascination.  He liked!  A lot!  She could do that every day!  (and she just might!)
	Down came Kyle pants followed by his underwear.
	Amazingly, Kyle had a bit of a long dong himself, not 3 ½ inches like his pal but a generous 3-inches.  Tasha clasped her fingers about the erect member and lovingly stroked it.  The boy firstly stared down at her handiwork—then looked up to stare into the girl’s coal black eyes.
	Totally blowing Shane’s mind—she blew Kyle’s cock.  She did!
	Kyle could only stand and be totally mesmerized.
	After sucking on Kyle’s boner she went down on Shane, sucking his balls, caressing his ass, and bringing him to a new level of experience he had never experienced (but wanted to many-many times over.)
	“Come on,” she said, “let’s go up here.” And grabbing up their clothes the trio scooted up to the loft aka cupola.

	The loft had piles of costumes, boxes, legless chairs, and a mattress.
	Convenient!
	Tasha laid out on the bare mattress—it was clean.  The boys stood gawking and gawking having no earthly idea what to do next.  Tasha lay fingering herself enticing the boys to drooling state.  Eyeing their straight out puds she reached for Shane’s and pulled him gently to her.
	There was some natural instinct there for Shane but it was awashed in a sea of tumultuous turmoil.  He was at the stage in his young life where he was only just beginning to be “aware” of his schlong.  He had occasional morning wood and when he saw a pretty girl it got a little excited.  Mostly, though, it remained unmoved.
	Carefully and did Tasha take holt of Shane’s member guiding it to her sex.
	Kyle gulped for air like a fish.
	Shane made entry and was instantly gratified.
	“Wow!” he said in a low voice.  Ten million feelings of the sexual kind swarmed thru him.  He just kept uttering “wow” over and over as he settled into pumping.  Tasha spread her legs wide, arched her back, and got into getting her groove on.
	Cupping Shane’s ass she squeezed him tightly to her body.  Behind them stood a very bewildered Kyle—his young eyes were popping out of his head watching their antics.  And with eager anticipation he willing took his turn.  Neither boy were cummers so there was no worry there.
	Just as Shane was about to remount and go again—
	(insert noisy children here)
	The sound of noisy children interrupted his mount.
	A dozen of children came into the play area; some to paint, play chess, read, fly paper airplanes, and so on.  Tasha and the boys were trapped.  And they were naked!  Although the loft was up high it wasn’t concealed.  The three naughty children had to keep down to keep from being seen.  Kyle managed to move slyly some boxes but they were small and not really enough to hide them.  Tasha laid down beside the mattress fingering her nicely fresh fucked cunt.
	The boys were terrified that they would get caught.
	Surprisingly (and luckily) none of the boisterous intruders ventured up to the lofty play area.  Shane slowly crawled onto Tasha and they once more began fucking.  Kyle whimpered and managed to get his underwear on all the while laying down.  The children below lingered, played and played then finally ushered themselves out.
	Although it was late and the janitor and park gardener guy would be around to lock up the caboose, Tasha wanted one more fuck from each of the boys.  The boys were happy to fulfill that want.
Ranger Dan and his big dog, Dick; or, Ranger Dan and his big DOG dick!
	Not-to-deep in the woods of Georgia, not far from our heroes Salix and Pung, and Ranger Dan paused in his escorting of Danielle Nottworst.  She was a cutey, clad in a simple kiddie dress just to the knees, raven black hair adorned with green ribbons and braids.  She held on tightly to the Ranger’s hand and “listened” to the sounds of the forest.
	Kneeling beside the pretty girl,
	“Can you hear the birds?” he asked softly.
	Danielle nodded with a smile—“Yes!  Oh!  Yes, I can!”
	Such a sweet girl.
	“And the creek, you can hear the creek?”
	Nearby and a small woodsy creek babbled as it tumbled over creek rocks.
	Again, “Yes!  Oh!  Yes, I can hear the creek!”
	Not too far off were the other children in the company of other rangers.
	They were over the hill and making way back to the parking area.
	Slowly and did the Ranger stand up, look around for a security check, then unzipped slowly hauling out his cock.  Lusting heavily for Danielle he stroked his member, licked his lips, then sweating and gulping even heavier he pulled out the inner pocket of his ranger jacket a small hand sized device similar to remote control similar in use for a personal home stereo system.
	But it was not.
	The little girl, Danielle, continued to “listen” to the world around her.  She was blind and unawares of the magical world of sounds.  She was also unawares of the dangers.  Ranger Dan pressed the button on the Device.  All the green lights (four of them) assured the operator that the Device was working correctly and had sufficiently obtained the girl’s brain wave patterns locking them into the Device’s amazing control.
	Firstly he wavered his hand before the girl’s face.
	Then he shook his head sadly—‘she’s blind, dumbass.’
	One more security check and he stood with his dick hard going up against the child’s face.  He was scum.  A scummy kind of scum.  He would have preferred the girl to suck him—willingly or at least more lively.  All the Device in his clutches did was, though, zap the mind.  Numbing the mind was the Device’s only ability.  It would have to do.
	Danielle was barely eight years young.  Ranger Dan had no remorse and after bashing the girl’s face and poking her mouth he knelt down reaching up under the girl’s dress taking her panties down.
	After another security check he laid the girl down, removed her panties, worked up her dress, and eyed ravenously her bare naked pussy.  He was a certain kind of scummy scum and had no problem “going down” on her.
	Time was of the essence, however; he had to get himself and Danielle back to the parking area with the other disabled children lest his comrades come looking for them.  There never was sufficient time to do what he wanted.  After much licking out of the girl’s cunny he moved up to place his cock against her.  A lot of humping followed with a strong-strong desire to penetrate.
	But he didn’t.
	He was scum, a certain kind of scum but not that kind that would rape such a young child.  He did loll his cock up and down the slit, poke just a bit into the recess, and then ejaculate a massive quantity that drained him.
	In her pussy, though, he wanted to fuck and fuck hard.
	In her asshole he wanted to fuck and fuck hard.
	In her mouth he wanted to fuck—and fuck hard.
	Then spank her.
	Then fuck her pussy, asshole, and mouth, again.
	Yep, a certain special kind of scummy scum.
	And then there’s this guy…

Patrick Shadihair
	What was the world coming to?  Aliens?  PINK aliens?  Slug-like gruesome aliens?  Madness.  Sheer madness.  And then, THEN there were all the outrageousness of mind control—using all those outrageous mind controlling devices called EMADs.  It seemed as though everyone—EVERYONE had one!
	So did Patrick Shadihair.  Like Ranger Dan, though, it was limited use having only the mind zapping ability.  But that in itself was good enough—also just as illegal.  It was a source of intrigue—and worry.  Patrick knew that use even a little bit would pull him into a narly world he wasn’t sure he would be able to pull himself out of.
	But still…
	Monica Saadwatt had his attention from day one.  A long tall gal, Midwestern gal, strawberry blond, nice melons and a great ass.  She was perky!  Great attitude, knew her job (and most others in the office) and always smelled so nice!  Always wore dresses or skirts, never jeans, pantsuits, pants, prints, or whatever.  Patrick never saw her, though, outside the office.
	Timing—it’s always about timing.  Usually and the architectural office was filled with office folk.  Then there came the day in the late afternoon when many of those office folk were gone for various reasons—leaving Patrick the prime opportunity he sought.
	He firstly made sure that he would not be seen by the Target, or any of the lingering office folk.  Then he waited.  Patience was one thing he had going for him—usually.  He was antsy, anxious, horny.
	Finally, after a long thirty minutes, Target Monica finally made way to the supply room.  With her back to him he zapped her (with his trusty EMAD, of course!)  The Device had been in his clutches a long-long time and only recently had he gained confidence to begin using it.  There was a goodly wife at home and three girls!  A neighbor woman had his attention for a long-long time, too.
	But it was Monica he wanted to try out and Monica he would!
	Clad in a flowery top with a beige base and a semi-tight flowery matching skirt, Monica was very nice with her shiny bouncy blond hair on her shoulders.  She was usually very cheery, cheerful, pleasant to have a conversation with, very intelligent, helpful, and on and on with many positives.
	Patrick nailed her, checked the Device’s lights and was relieved that they were all green.  Yellow was an indicator to proceed with caution.  Red light was an indicator not to proceed at all.
	Tom Woo, Jake Slake, and Janna Hapanero were way on the other side of the office.  Two other workers were at another section of the office leaving Patrick his prime opportunity.  The boss and little bosses were out of the office and not likely to return.
	It was three-thirty, Friday, and the timing was perfect.
	Taking Monica by the elbow Patrick re-directed her to the nearby conference room.  After a brief pause he tested the waters to ensure security.  The EMAD’s lights remained green—with one fluttering when he grasped her breasts.  That indicated some awareness.  Hmmm, what would the Device reveal when he proceeded?
	Let’s find out!
	Positioning the 28 year old Kansas City woman on her back on the sleek surface of the conference table and Patrick was in full bore for his naughty business.  Removing her panties and he smiled—pink panties of the French-cut design and when he pushed her skirt up out of the way he was greeted with a nice clean bald pussy.
	A tattoo of a naked female angel was on the upper left of her cunt; a tat of a grinning devil (with a boner) was on the other.  A rainbow tat of a butterfly was on one titty while a Pegasus tat occupied space on the other.  So much for outward appearances of being a “good clean wholesome” girl.
	Taking a security and Patrick stripped the young woman’s clothes off, spread her legs, dropped his pants and put his dick in her.  It was wondrous!  He felt his cum stirring right off!  She wasn’t a virgin but not a slut, either.  Pat entered her fully, pulled out to spank her cunt, check the status of the captured brain wave patterns, then re-entered to begin the fucking process.

	At home and Pat had made use of the EMAD on the purposes of seeing how much he could get away with.  He had three beautiful daughters and three boys.  the boys were his, the girls were his new wife.  With the girls he merely tested the waters to see if their minds were susceptible to the wondrous powers of the EMAD.
	They were.
	Mind blasting mostly; stunning their minds.  But that was good enough.
	Mary, the oldest, he managed (recently) to cop a nice feel of her ass.
	Bare ass.  Panties down, hands on flesh.  His heart was beating right out of his chest—the girl’s eyes of brilliant blue shined on and on right thru him.  She never was the wiser and that was a good thing.  He also got her to wrap her fingers about his cock but with only a mind blast she was not receptive to input commands so he had to move her hands up and down his cock himself.  A little fingering of her pussy and he was satisfied.
	Jennifer was next in line at fourteen years young, a year younger than her sister, Mary.  Both girls had just turned their ages.  Both had very nice blond hair, blue eyes, and great potential to satisfy Patrick on a daily basis.  With Jennifer he not only copped a feel of her ass but more daringly stripped her naked.  It was late at night and they were in the kitchen for a snack.  The feeling just crept over him so he did it.  A family room was located just off to one side of the kitchen and it was there he took the young teen stripping off her yellowy pajamas.  Then, on the sofa he positioned her whereas he could access her delicious virgin pie.
	He didn’t fuck her but licked out her cunny until it was time—time to jerk off.  He so wanted to see her sisters licking her cum coated cunt clean.  He also thought of how wondrous it would be to see her mother licking her there, too!
	With the youngest step-girl he rendered her naked, too.  They were home alone at the time and he took the risk.  In her room she shared with her sisters he stripped her down and licked heartily her delicate poon.  How he managed to keep from busting her virginity he didn’t know.
	A plan was formulating.  He was pretty sure the boys were curious about the girls.  As brothers and sisters they fought but got along pretty good.  The family had been ONE for two years.  Patrick noted that his eldest son, sixteen year old Blake, often stole glances of the hard kind to Mary and Jennifer.  So far he hadn’t seen that kind of glance to Madolynn.
	Back to Monica.
	A few pumps in and a stray thought came to him—was the conference room equipped with video surveillance?  Nah, not necessary.  The videoing was for when a session was in progress.  He pumped Monica, pulled out and spanked her pussy, lifted her legs to gain access to her asshole and poke it—but it was virginal so he didn’t waste his time there.
	A goodly amount of love cream was deposited DEEP into the young woman’s cunny.  Afterwards and Pat humped the gash as he pawed at her very nice 32Cs.  Another plunge into her cunt and he was a happy guy!
	With an EMAD—all those encountered were possibles.
	It was mind boggling.
	Co-workers, associates, chanced encounters, anyone—everyone.

*

Pung begins his adventure
	Living with Salix was fun an’ all but Pung had had enough of the redneck way of life and to go on his way (finally!)  There were still concerns about the alien-slug adventure but so far after many weeks and no shitting an egg he figured all was well.  The encounter still left an impression on his mind—body—and soul.
	Pung hadn’t made it out of the Peach State when—

	Cheryl Doitt was frustrated with her mind—mass confusion reigned supreme confounding her and sending her into the extremes of “What the fuck?”  She tried settling herself down and focusing but that route just didn’t work.  Something was terribly-terribly wrong.  Still, though, she tried.
	And at one point she saw a face—a girl.  A young girl.
	Tammy.  Her daughter.  The calming of her mind began but there were outward forces continuing to confound her.  It was like—it was like staring down a cone; a large cone with tumultuous clouds swirling all about.  She found focusing on Tammy’s face helped.
	It was madness.  Confusion whammied the woman; nothing made sense.
	Where was her son?  Tommy.
	Oh, there he was.
	Then there was—who was this?
	A man.
	A short Asian man.
	A short Asian man she didn’t know.
	Her head hurt; there was a ringing in her ears, vision was not clear, mind was definitely not clear.  She remembered being at the movies with her children, they stopped for ice cream after, and were walking home.  That was all.  Closing her eyes didn’t help any of her maladies.
	The “Asian man” patted Cheryl’s ass, she was naked!
	Reality suddenly invaded Cheryl’s mind—she began to breathe hard and freak the fuck out.
	“OH-MY-GOD!” she said repeatedly over and over.
	Pung had secured the woman on her bed (after securing her mind).  Had down, ass up; hands were tied outwardly to the great wooden posts of the great wooden framed bed.  Cheryl was a mountain climber by hobby and had plenty of climber’s rope handy.  Her children, Tommy almost twelve years and Tammy mid way thru her tenth year stood motionless and very frightened.
	Cheryl’s mind was difficult to deal with; Pung hadn’t actually had good experience with overwhelming someone’s mind—his own mind was still fucked up from his alien-slug encounter.  Almost everyday he sweated it out wondering if he would be shitting an egg that day.  So far—no.
	After securing the woman he patted her ass, parted her cheeks, and had the children have a good look.  Then,
	‘take off his clothes.’
	Young Tammy’s eyes bulged, mouth fell open, but she went thru the motions of removing her brother’s green tee-shirt and then taking down his short green walking shorts with the big pockets on the sides.  His tidy whiteys came down nextly and strangely—he had a boner!  Was he aroused by the nudity of his mother?  Hmmm
	After Tommy was naked and had stepped out of his clothes—
	‘take off your sister’s clothes.’
	No hesitation—the mind link from Pung to the children was pretty good.
	It couldn’t be ascertained for sure but it seemed like Tommy’s hard cock got a little harder—maybe; the boy seemed mesmerized as he lowered his sister’s purple pants and then her lavender panties (and was that a smile etched on his face?)
	‘suck his dick.’
	The young girl did hesitate, screw up her face in a mad way that also could have been have been misconstrued as confusion.  It didn’t last long and the youngster was on her knees taking her brother’s dick in her mouth.
	It was a dream cum true for Tommy.  Although there were no Q/A ability (not that Pung was aware of) the actions of the boy, his facial expressions, all told the tale of exceeding pleasure.  The girl had never sucked his dick before (but it was clear he enjoyed it and had wanted her do to so).
	Cheryl was coming out of her mind—and making it difficult for Pung.  Keeping a mind lock on the young woman was proving more and more taxing.  It was clear to Pung that he did not have a good lock on his abilities.  This was, though, his first “overwhelming” adventure.  In the redneck trailer park with Salix he had done lone individuals—doing a family was a whole ‘nother matter.  His mind link to the kids seemed to be good.
	Spanking the woman’s ass and whispering “I will do terrible things to your children if you don’t behave” got her to calm down—a little.
	After sucking her brother’s cock the girl got on the bed and laid down.
	Brother Tommy stared and stared at the girl’s nakedness.  Sure, as a brother and close in age he had seen his sister naked; they had bathed together and as wee children slept in the same bed.  No biggie and quite the norm.  still, though, he hadn’t seen her in THIS manner.  It got him harder and harder.
	‘lick her out.’
	Tommy blinked his eyes and exhibited “what?” in conveyance.
	‘put your tongue to her pussy—” minded Pung, ‘and give her a good licking.’
	The young boy nodded and went to his knees performing the narly task.
	Pung undressed and masturbated watching the boy lick out his sister’s cunt.
	On the bed he put his bone into the woman’s mouth fucking her with great intensity watching the boy.  Cheryl was freaking out thrashing and clearly not under the minding influence of Pung.  Her antics kind of enthused the Asian man and he fucked her mouth furiously, pulled out and fucked her face the same.
	With his tongue wearing out the boy sat up from his lashing of his sister’s quim; he was grinning big (and there was a wee bit o’ pre-cum soiling the piss slit of his dick.)
	‘fuck her.’
	No hesitation.  The boy crawled up between his sister’s legs and deftly almost expertly entered her.  She was his first fuck but he was fairly well schooled on the fine art that was fucking.  Tammy wasn’t too keen on her first fuck; her mother had just about reached the pinnacle of how much she could tolerate.  Her energy all but spent she wept and was broken.
	More was to cum.
	
	Watching the boy fuck his sister got Pung enthused.  He smoothed his hand over the boy’s ass, squeezed a cheek, swatted the cheek, then clutched the boy’s balls as he seriously “put it to” his sister’s cunt.  The girl languished as she was fucked and seemed delirious.  Her mother laying beside her wept and struggled against the bindings binding her.
	Pung put it to the woman.
	When done, he smiled at the fraught woman and had her son, eleven year old Tommy “put it” to her.  The boy was a little objectionable but Pung’s minding abilities overwhelmed his objections and he slid into place sliding his cock into the cunt that had bore him life.  Meanwhile, Pung slid over to ten year old Tammy…
 
	All the night Pung and Tommy fucked Cheryl and Tammy.  Cum the new morn and Pung was on his way out of Georgia and headed West to new adventure.  In the meanwhile…
remember; i be e except when you run a feisty heist on a weird beige foreign neighbour

My morals have a moral problem
	He sat glum looking staring off into space.  Rhonda knew there was trouble and she knew the gist of said trouble, too; money—or the lack thereof.  It was evening type time; the day was done, dinner was—fend for yourself.  They used to sup together but with work, school, social this and time constraints of that they seldom did so and just grabbed something—thru it in the microwave and that was that.
	Slowly and did Rhonda slip into the living room from the kitchen where she had put away the clean dishes and cleaned up the counters.  It was a nice modest house, a 1950s Craftsman, two story, some trees, detached garage, and from the street view it looked like a page FROM the 1950s—just like all the other houses on Rainbird Lane.
	Robert remained steadfast; quiet and staring.  He was a good man, widower, and unemployed after the company he had worked for twelve years folded.  He had a nice beard, jet black and many times he reminded Rhonda of royalty.  He was so regal!  But now he was bummed out.  Deep in debt.  The bills were mounting and the savings were saved out.
	“Might have to sell the truck.” he said at last.
	Rhonda slid/slumped into the overstuffed sofa.  “Whoa.” she said flabbergasted.  That was a big deal—the truck was a late model big boy, big wheels, 4-wheel drive, big domestic American, custom paint, big beefy engine, the works.
	“We’re really screwed, huh?”
	Robert nodded, sighed.  He clutched a throw pillow to himself—his wife’s funeral was a bill, there was a tax bill, too; a hospital bill, personal loan, credit cards, and a long list of past due bills.  He had managed to keep the house bills, monthly bills paid—but with the savings all but gone the next month was going to be interesting.
	Without the truck—their transportation options were limited.
	It was a stupid question but, “Soooo, what are going to do?”
	Robert shook his head saying “I don’t know.”
	Actually, he did but was reluctant to say out loud.
	Rhonda didn’t know what to say; her daddy she adored, she missed her mother but the relationship she had with her daddy was special—as was most father/daughter relationships.  There were a lot of dumb things she could say; “it’ll be alright” and “we’ll make it” and a bunch of others.

	With a background in engineering you’d think a job would be easy to find.
	Not so; the market was flooded over with engineers.
	At length,
	“Well, there is something.” but he was hesitant to explain.
	“What?” asked Rhonda.
	With a heavy sigh, furled lips and brow, he looked down to the coffee table continuing to be in deep thought.
	Another sigh and—
	“Well, I’ve come to know about some miners up in Canada, way up in Canada, the Frozen North.”
	And?
	“And these miners are in a remote section mining deep in the earth.”
	And?
	“The closest settlement is miles away, the closet town is even further.”
	A long silence.  The soft glow of the lighting conditions in the living room gave off an eeriness that was creepy.  Rhonda felt an uneasiness, an impending doom looming.  Stifling a pesky fart and wanting to go to the bathroom, Rhonda curtailed herself and endured some agony.
	“Well,” said Robert continuing, “these miners are willing to pay up big money for some—videos.”
	Rhonda didn’t understand; “What kind of videos?” cartoons, anime, war pictures, Hollywood heroes?
	“Naughty videos.”
	Ah.
	Rhonda was a little oblivious.  Robert didn’t look at her as he was trudging on unfamiliar territory.  Gnarly territory.  Illicit and highly illegal territory.
	“I don’t know—” began Rhonda.
	“They want pictures of naked girls.” Robert blurted out quickly.
	Rhonda wasn’t that oblivious or naïve.
	“Oh.”
	Robert nodded his head, bowed his head.
	“But I don’t have any to offer them.”
	“How much are they offering?” Rhonda suddenly asked up.
	“Five thousand for a set of pictures.”
	Wow.
	“Wow.” Rhonda was startled.  That was a lot, she guessed.  It surely would help them out financially.  Surely.
	“Where would you get them?”
	Robert slowly turned his head to his thirteen year old daughter.  After eye-locking he made a musing bemused face saying—
	“They would have to be homemade.” Not something you go to the store for.
	Rhonda blinked her pretty blue eyes and was indeed—oblivious.
	Seeing her confusion and “not getting it”,
	“They want homemade pictures, videos, of—of someone at home, naked.”
	Rhonda continued to be confused.
	Robert shook his head getting up and making for the hall bathroom,
	“Don’t worry about it, sweetie, I’ll finger out something else.”
	As soon as he left,
	Pfffft!  Rhonda let one rip.  The meatloaf she had made for dinner was going astray.  She made for the bathroom next to her bedroom.  While sitting and doing business she thought.  She thought and thought and—
	“Naked pictures?  Homemade pictures?  Of someone at home—naked!”
	The miners wanted girls.  Not guys.  Not a man—but a girl.
	She was a girl.
	She was a girl.
	She was a girl.
	OH!
	“Holy shit!” she blurted.
	“They want pictures of me!”
	Ding!  Ding!  Ding!

	“They want pictures of ME!” Rhonda said confronting her daddy in his room.  Sitting on his bed slipping off his shoes he looked at her cockeyed.
	She had finally got it.
	“Yeah, sweetie, there isn’t anyone else.”  There’s no place to “go” to get homemade naked pictures.
	Rhonda gulped and tried to wrap her head around the deal.
	“Five thousand?” she queried.
	Her daddy nodded that it was so.
	Rhonda thought it over; mulled it a few; then, shrugging,
	“Soooo, what’ll we do?”
	Robert shook his head, “We don’t do anything.  I shouldn’t have brought it up and I’m sorry that I did.  I-I cant ask you to submit yourself to that kind of perversion.”
	Rhonda continued, “But if it will help—”
	“Honey,” Robert was almost exasperated, “you’d have to be naked.”
	Rhonda nodded, “I got that part.”
	“Well,” almost chuckled her daddy, “someone would have to take the pictures.” He let that set in a moment.
	“Ohhhh.” she said.  She got it.
	“So, there’s that.” end of story.
	Rhonda, though, continued to linger at the door continuing to mull it over.
	“How many pictures?” she inquired.
	“A dozen.”
	“Wow.”
	Robert chuckled.  “Yeah, different posings, too.”
	Rhonda didn’t get it.
	“Standing, sitting, laying down, bending over, legs spread.” Robert supplied.
	Rhonda’s eyes bulged.  “Holy shit!” she blurted.
	Robert chuckled shaking his head, “Yeah, I know—bad idea.” Then,
	“I can sell the truck for eight thousand to Eddy, he’s been wanting it for years.” He went on to say more stuff about paying up bills and bla bla bla but Rhonda wasn’t listening.  In her pretty mind she saw herself “standing, sitting, laying down, bending over, legs spread” naked.
	Later on, in her room, she stood before her full sized mirror in the corner.
	Her room was semi dark; the nightstand lamp by her bed was on and on low providing the only light.  There was a full moon out but she had closed the curtain lest some perv neighbor see her.  The room was filled with scattered plush animals; some clothes were strewn about, too.  She wasn’t a neat freak and it wasn’t a “cluttered” room.
	For thirteen she wasn’t bad; her breasts were a nice asset being globe-like.
	Her ass was ok and she wore her sleek brown hair down to her shoulders.
	Sliding her panties down she stood looking at herself naked.
	‘Standing’ ‘Sitting’ ‘Laying down’
	Naked.
	And her daddy would be taking the pictures!  That in itself would be a little creepy—even more so that some remote miners in a remote area of Canada jerking off at her!
	But five thousand dollars?
	She knew that the hospital where her mom had been was on her dad’s case about the unpaid bills insurance hadn’t covered.  The funeral place was another constant headache.
	Sell the truck?  No way.  She had taken the bus before—it was a pain and confusing and all sorts of weirdos also took the bus.  She had a bicycle but riding it everywhere?  School was one thing but to go to the market and friends houses and everywhere?  Hmmm
	Laying out on her bed (naked) she spread her legs.
	It had been a long-long while since last her dear daddy had seen her naked.

	In the morning—
	“What?” asked Robert as he noted his daughter staring at him from across the breakfast table.
	“Well, I-I was just thinking.” she drawled.
	“Yeah?  About what?”
	“Well, no one but those miners are going to see those pictures?  Right?”
	A long pause.  Robert leaned back from his morning ritual of oatmeal and coffee.  Blinking his eyes was a sign of thought; a sign that his daughter was actually thinking about the proposal.  Tweaking his nose like it had an itch—another sign from Robert that he was bemused,
	“Uh, no—it’s just them.” Then, “Are you—considering?”
	Nodding her head slowly she indicated “Yes.”
	So, the two slowly made way to Rhonda’s bedroom.  There she turned to her dear daddy.  She seemed to have a lot on her mind but it was lost in the confluence of what was right, wrong, and helping her daddy with the bills and not losing the truck.
	Typical attire for Rhonda was knee length sweat pants and an oversized tee-shirt with some sort of cartoon character on the front.  Robert had his digital camera (on a tripod) aimed and ready.  He was ready.  Rhonda took a breath.
	“Sooo, what do I do?”
	“Take off your clothes.”
	Rhonda pulled off her top—no bra.
	Robert had instant wood.  And wearing sweat pant bottoms the evidence of that “wood” was noticeable.
	Rhonda pushed down her sweat pants revealing her red brief panties.
	More wood was prominent.
	Robert snapped one picture after another.
	Rhonda pushed down her red panties and there she was—naked.
	Yeah, it had been a little while since last he had seen his child naked.
	Seeing her naked did temporarily alleviate the thoughts of his bills.  Rhonda had a nice body—for a thirteen year old.  Nice round titties, a firm ass, and a beautiful pussy.  Robert was in some agony.  Just how far could this go?
	“Now what?” Rhonda asked.
	Letting out a big sigh, “Uh, turn-turn around—slowly.”  His concentration was all discombobulated and he urgently wanted to “whip it out” and jerk off.  And the image of him doing so was emblazoned on the forefront of his mind as he saw himself jerking off onto his daughter’s face, titties, ass, and especially her pussy.
	Especially.
	“Ok, baby,” he breathed, sweated, and had strong heart palpitations, “bend over.”  
	Rhonda, although nervous and embarrassed, “bent over” and on her own—spread her cheeks.  Robert focused the camera to zero in on his daughter’s ass and then her crack and then her hole.  Of course, her furry fur burger was right there to gawk at too.  How he managed to keep from taking his cock out and whacking off right then and there he didn’t know.  Furthermore, how he managed not to jump his daughter was also a mystery.
	Nextly and Rhonda laid out on her back on her bed, legs draped over the side, legs spread.  Robert zeroed the camera right in on his daughter’s cunt.  As far as he could tell—she was a virgin.  He didn’t ask.  He didn’t want to know.  Rhonda slowly fingered herself and Robert could feel some seepage in drawers.
	So, Standing naked—check.
	Naked backside—check.
	Bent over, butt shot, crack, hole #2 (and adjoining hole)—check.
	Laid out on bed, legs spread, full exposure of teenage cunt—check.
	Fully unloaded boner in shorts?  Also check.
	“Jeeze, dad!” said Rhonda sitting up after the photo shoot.
	Robert looked down—his boner was prominently displaying itself.
	Looking up and to his (naked) daughter and being his usual wise ass,
	“Well, you ARE naked!” and a teenage girl.  The point that she was his daughter was regardless.
	Rhonda stared—and stared—and stared.
	Robert thought—and thought—and then thought some more.
	Then,
	“Uh, sweetie, uh—those miners would give a little more to see—uh—to see—uh—to see—”
	“See what?”
	Robert closed his eyes, shook his head, ‘No way’ he thought, ‘I cant ask her to do that.’
	“Dad?”
	“They would give more, double, to see a girl, a naked girl,” pause for dramatic effect “doing things.”
	Rhonda gave her dad a blank “What?”
	Robert sighed, ‘shit’.  “They’d give double to see a naked girl, like you, giving a guy (like me) a handjob, blowjob, whatever.”
	Rhonda was floored.  “Sonofabitch!”
	Then,
	“How much more?”
	Robert was actually smiling inside.  Petrified on the outside, but he was smiling with escalating excitement inside.  He knew, though, that there were dangers; he was treading on an illicit road that boundaries were unknown.
	Robert eyed his daughter eyeing him.
	Did he dare?
	Gulping, sweating, trembling he tugged down his sweat pants and underwear.  His cock was enormous!  A tad bit more than the average male schlong.  And it fully took his daughter’s attention.  With careful care he took holt of his schlong and began stroking it lovingly.  He guessed it was her “first” look at a real dick—other than the crude drawings commonly found on the bathroom walls at her school.
	He breathed—but it was labored.  Dangerous territory he was encroaching on.  How naïve was she?  Had she had any sexual encounters?  Did she even masturbate?  She was thirteen, sooo…
	“Maybe we oughten do this.” Robert said shaking his head.  He wanted to—oh how he wanted to.  The thoughts in his mind were of the awful kind.
	Rhonda, however, was thinking ahead.
	“Double the money?” she said.
	Robert, caught off guard, stood methodically stroking his willy nodded,
	“Yeah, uh, yes—for sure; they’ve indicated that for—uh, explicit sex acts they would pay more.  Double.”
	Rhonda slid off the bed and onto her knees.  She was just feet away from her daddy’s proud dong.  Her pussy was already wet and there was a tingling of sorts rivering thru her body.
	“Honey,” said Robert cautiously, “we don’t have to do this.”
	Rhonda was mulling over the various bills—along with the possible extra money.  There was a dress at the mall she liked—she seldom hardly ever wore a dress but there were occasions where a knock-out dress would make her special.
	A new bike would be nice.
	Concert tickets.
	Birthday presents—good ones instead of the usual lame ones she got for friends and family.  A few things of this, some of that, all costing money neither she or her daddy had available.  So, “double” the money for sex acts—a handjob, blowjob, what else?
	A handjob.
	A handjob.
	Could she give her dear sweet daddy a handjob?
	What would it be like?  She had never done so (but had heard of girlfriends “claiming” that they had.  Their description of such left a little to be desired leaving Rhonda to believe that they were making it up.  Her daddy’s dong wasn’t her first dick she had seen—little boys she babysat for (and drawings (not pictures) in school health books.)
	And what would his dick be like in her mouth?
	Again, she had heard tales of girlfriends taking a guy’s cock in their mouths.
	Veronica Mullins described the event as “sucking on string cheese.”
	Teri Ledbetter said it was like a banana.
	Inching closer on her knees she came within mere inches.  There was seepage at the piss slit.  Cum?  Her heart began to beat faster.  In her mind—new dress, new bike, concert tickets.  New dress, new bike, concert tickets.  New dress, new tickets, concert bike.
	Closing her eyes she leaned in.
	Robert stared across the room; his breathing had all but ceased.  He focused on the huge stuffed panda bear in the corner; above it in a fish net were a dozen or so assorted plush toy animals including a huge green/yellow snake that “snaked” out of the net along the wall at the ceiling.	
	His daughter was sucking his dick.
	His DUAGHTER was SUCKING his dick!
	Batting his eye he looked down to watch his daughter sucking his dick.
	It was awesome!
	It was frightening—but it was awesome!
	The feeling of being sucked—wow!  He shuddered and eased his cock fully into her mouth.  She wasn’t schooled on the fine art of cocksucking—and that was a good thing.  Moving his hands thru her soft brown hair he pumped her mouth until feeling a certain surge.  He was well stimulated.  But not wanting to totally gross his cocksucking teenage daughter out he pulled out—and promptly fucked her face!  Right up against her nose he placed his thoroughly had slobbered on cock and began to pump.
	Cum jutted out spilling into her hair—he knew girls didn’t like cum in their hair but it couldn’t be helped.  Fully emptying his balls of their juice he panted and was very-very relieved.  Rhonda was, of course, a little grossed out.  Her first cock suck—and it was her dad!
	Then,
	“Shit.”
	“What?” Rhonda asked.
	“Forgot to film it.”
	“Shit.”

	A dozen assorted photos downloaded to the printer and then sealed double sealed in an envelope and off to the lonely desperate despot remote miners.  (the photos were still in the camera by the way.)  Now all there was was the wait.  It would be a week at least before the miners would get the box—then, on the honor system, another week before they responded with the cash promised.
	There was no compelling force to make the miners “pay up.”
	After it had been realized that there had been no picture taking of Rhonda sucking his dick they did a repeat.  And the repeat was just as good as the previous.  Again, Robert reeled in the doing that his young daughter was doing.  He fucked her face, she sucked his balls—and at length he got her back on her bed backside down, legs spread wide.  He got the camera to focus in on her beautiful pussy then put his mouth to it.
	Rhonda moaned, groaned, flailed her legs and bucked her cunt into her daddy’s face.  Jamming a finger into her virginal cornhole he tongued out her pussy until she was with flowing juices.
	Then he moved up resting his hardened prick against her poon.
	Did he dare?
	Rhonda pinched her nipples and grinded her sex against her daddy’s sex.
	Did she dare?
	Their eyes locked.
	“Do you want to fuck me?” Rhonda asked timidly.
	What a question!  The prominent question was HELL YEAH!  But there was a pesky morality issue preventing him from penetrating her.  He settled for grinding tenaciously until that pivotal moment—ejaculation.  A great viscous quantity of man cum spewed forth coating his daughter’s cunt.  The release although fantastic would have been ten-fold moreso had it been released “within.”

	A day after the box of pix were shipped off and Rhonda was looking for ways to increase their potential.  It was assured (by her daddy) that pictures of her masturbating, cumming, being cummed on, spanked, fingered, sucking, being sucked, fucked, sodomized, the whole bit would definitely get them a box full of money.
	Spanked?  Hmmm
	Cummed on was one thing—but spanking?
	Her daddy mentioned “peed on”, too.
	She was ok with the sucking bit; sucking her daddy’s dick was actually no big deal.  She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not but it was tolerable.  She DID like her daddy licking out her pussy.  She liked it—a lot!  Sodomy?  Hmmm  She knew what it was but had some reservations.
	For some reason—she took holt of her favorite teddy bear.  It was a good size and not small; very plush, goofy face, and her daddy had won it for her at a school carnival the year last.  It had a vest and short jean-like pants.  “Hobo” was his name and after a moment of cuddling she moved Hobo down to rest between her legs.  Then she situated herself on her bed with bunching up some pillows and shucking her clothes.  Hobo had a huge smile on his face (and it got more huge when…)
	She was almost at stage one orgasm when the door to her room opened.
	Normally and Robert knocked politely but after the previous night’s escapade he thought barging in catching her in some sort of undress would be cool.  He hadn’t expected catching her having sexual relations with her plush toys.
	“Jeeze, Dad!” bitched Rhonda.
	Robert had instant wood.  His teenage daughter was naked AND she was engaged sexually with an inanimate object.  After a moment of gawking,
	“That ought to get us some money, too!”

	Masturbating pictures, laying across her daddy’s lap naked being swatted, laying on her bed being fingered, laying on her bed being licked out, standing the shower being peed on, on her knees sucking dick, and pictures of her having simulated sex with a medium sized plush toy bear—awesome!
	The spanking was ok; he didn’t swat her hard but just enough to turn her lily white fanny from white to red.  Mostly and the camera took stills of her with her legs spread—laying on her stomach or on her back seriously fingering her pussy.  Pictures aplenty were taken of her being cummed on, one picture of her being peed on.  Several pix were of her sucking her daddy’s dong and have said dong cum on her face.  Some pix were of her dear daddy licking out her pussy as well as his cock laying on her humping.  The day after that box of new pictures were shipped than did a fat yellow packet came to their hands.
	No checks, all cash.  American cash.  And lots of it.
	A request was also in with the cash; send video.
	The camera that had been taken the pictures was cable of taking video.
	All the things that had been done previously with stills was now redone making a 1-hour video.  More spanking, licking out, sucking, peeing, masturbating, and finally—good ole “up the ass.”  Robert assured his daughter that it wouldn’t hurt and the miner’s would go out of their minds seeing it.
	So, greasing up his schlong and applying a goodly amount to his daughter’s cornhole, sodomy oh sweet sodomy was a done deal.  For Robert, penetrating his daughter’s ass was a mindblower.  It felt soooo good!  He had never really ever thought of butt fucking Rhonda; he had done so to his wife a few times but she was not really one into that shtick and tolerated it solely ‘cause Robert was.
	The proverbial “money shot” was the kicker—just as he felt the surge coming he managed to pull out and blast the load onto his daughter’s hole.  Rhonda, like with sucking dick, wasn’t sure about the ordeal.  There was no “pain” but there was discomfort.  It was an odd feeling (being butt fucked) giving way to wonderment about what it really would be like to get fucked.

	A strap-on dildo was “equipped” to Hobo and the camera in video mode captured Rhonda’s first fuck.  A fat rigid candle with “rings” was up her ass.  Her legs were spread and Hobo was deftly fucking away!  Rhonda’s hands were clamped tenaciously onto the bear’s ass as she helped him plunge his “dick” into her.  There was a slight coating of cherry juice on the phallic and she experienced a slight sharpness of pain.  The pain was overshadowed by the sex act.  It was a lot more than she expected and way over the top of kinky.
	After cleanup and Robert put his mouth over his daughter’s fuckable cunt and licked her out until she was once more humping his face.  Removing the candle and Robert shoved his finger in her backdoor and really brought the girl to a level whereas she shouted,
	“FUCK ME, DADDY!  FUCK ME!”
	What a thing for a daddy to hear!
	And what was a daddy to do with a request like that?
	Proudly he mounted, caressed his child, kissed away pesky morals and eased his furiously hard cock into her pussy.  The fuck was on.  Rhonda cringed but was in a seriously hot state of being; she clung to her daddy and as he moved into her she moved into him.  They began to mutually fuck and please one another fucking crazily until orgasm.
	Only after spewing his load into her did he think that protection might be a good thing.  His cock was steaming hot still after the first fuck.  As he lay on his back smoldering beside her, Rhonda moved down and sucked his dick!  She did!  This only prompted Robert to caress his daughter’s ass and then move her onto his face.  A 69er!  They hadn’t preformed that act.  It took a little doing to get his juices flowing—it took hardly any time at all to get her juices flowing.
	The video camera captured the whole thing.

	The truck was saved.
	Funeral bill—paid in full.
	Hospital bill—paid in full.
	Maxed out credit card—paid in full.
	New bicycle?  Done.  Concert tickets?  Done and done.  New dress, bracelet, beret, better-than-most-birthday gift for girlfriend?  Way done.  And there was money left over for Rhonda to stash and save.
	Robert made out, too; bills paid were the big thing.  He wasn’t so much into clothes or concert tickets; power tools were his thing.  Upgrades to his prized truck, starting a college fund for his daughter, a new fancy watch, some amenities for the house, and a cushion in the bank that allowed him to breathe.
	All at the expense of shucking morals.

	In a note with the new packet of cash was a note written in French.  Robert read and re-read the note over and over.  He spoke and read French very well but continued to re-read what one of the miner’s had written.  It was a request.	
	‘younger’ and ‘include boys.’
	Younger girls and include boys.
	'la jeune fille.
	Messing with his own child was one thing.  Could he do so with another girl?  And boys?  It wasn’t so much a moral issue—wait, yes it was.  Plus there was the point—how?
	Also inside the yellow packet wrapped in a double layer of protective material was a “remote control”-like device.  As soon as Robert saw it he knew what it was.  And it frightened him.
	Did he dare?
	Just being in possession of the Device was a ten thousand dollar fine and five years in jail.  Using a Device doubled the penalty.  Of course, it would make satisfying the miner’s desires a little easier.  Robert realized, though, that he could definitely get carried away.  A flood of “subjects” filled his mind.  Neighbors.  Family members.  Co-workers.  A long list.  And of course, virtually everyone he met.  The Device was a bane.  A curse.
	Wrapping the EMAD back in its wrapper then sealing the packet he placed the mind altering/life altering gadget in his closet—way-way back in a corner behind some boxes, sports equipment, and a heavy bowling bag.
	Then he sat on the floor of his small walk-in closet—pondering.
	Ponder-ponder-ponder!
	His daughter found him there staring blankly into space.
	“Dad?”
	“Hello, sweetie.” he said with a wavering smile.
	“Everything ok?” she asked out of concern.
	Furling his lips he nodded that it was so.
	The girl knelt down beside him—it seemed like a tender moment.  She detected that there was a problem—of some sort.
	“Bills paid?” she asked suspiciously.
	“Bills paid.” he returned confidently.
	“Truck ok?”
	“Truck is ok.” he snickered.
	“Money in the bank?”
	“Money in the bank.” He hugged her, squeezed her, kissed the top of her head.
	“We’re ok, now.” He assured her and began to tussle.  The EMAD would remain on his mind—but far back and out of the way.
	And for the time being, Robert didn’t tell his daughter about the miner’s “other” request.  She was willing enough as it was—too willing.  He wondered (worried) about going the extra mile.  How would she react to having a mindless boy come into their realm?  Little girls?  The moral fiber he had about him was unraveling.
	Then,

	Triple Galaxy Arcade
	Audrey Teppom was not quite the average girl; she was ten years old and therefore not into fashions.  Not quite into music of any genre, not heavy into books or sports.  Audrey Teppom liked video games.  And though video games were more popular at home on a personal computer or home television system, Audrey liked the ones at the arcade.
	Most arcade centers were archaic and no longer the main stream or had the draw as they used to.  Still, they had a following and Audrey was one.  Taking the Number Two bus from her home street corner she rode the bus fifteen minutes to the shopping center where the Triple Galaxy Arcade was.  They she would spend most of her hard earned babysitting money, chores around the house money, birthday money, and money her mother gave her “just because.”
	Audrey didn’t have any particular game she liked over any other; first-person-shooters were ok; hard-core military operations usually in the company of two or three others.  She didn’t like the animal hunting games and usually went for the racing games or destruction games like Gargantua Brothers, Bombadeer, No Survivors, Wreck-it-Ralph, and several monster themed games featuring dinosaurs.
	She was a pretty girl—pretty plain.  She had “knobbies” on her chest, wore colorful eyeglass frames, had a little space between her front teeth, and could be regarded as “demure.”  She was a little shy and was non-confrontational.  There were some boys in the arcade who often shunned her from playing a game.  Audrey was the sole girl who came to the arcade.
	This trait made her a target for the arcade manager’s grandson.  He was barely out of high school and was not good enough for college.  So he worked for his grandfather fixing the consoles and doing odd chores.  Trey “Three-fingers” Weston had a knack for fixing the archaic video games—he had no formal training in electronics but seemed to be a natural wizard with the machines.
	Not many girls came to the arcade and Trey didn’t go to where girls did.
	There was the mall, pizzeria, quaint shopping centers featuring “boutiques” and such were more the norm for them.  The mall, quaint centers featuring “boutiques” and such were places Trey did not go whatsoever.  The pizzeria, though, was.  Still, the girls that went there did not pay attention to him let alone acknowledge his existence.
	Audrey acknowledged his existence; she often smiled at him, greeted him with a friendly “Hello!” and marveled at his electronical abilities.  Again, this made the lone visitor a “target.”
	Trey “Three-fingers” waited for opportunity.  He definitely would have preferred a girl a little older, at least in her teens.  But the Device he had was lame, he made it himself and was not up to the sophistication of the mainstream EMADs.  Also, other than the moppet there were no other girls visiting the arcade.
	One day there was not as many visitors to the arcade.  A few boys playing racing games and first person shooter.  And his target, Audrey Teppom.  Shunned from “next game” of a popular racing game by some fat bully boys, the target went to an arcade game in a corner.  There was no one else near her.  Three-fingers felt his heart beating hard—his cock even harder.
	Slowly he checked to see where his grandfather was then made his way to the workroom.  Behind a workbench in a carved out cache in the wall wrapped in plastic to protect it from moisture and bugs was his created Device.  It was also in a small tin box lined with some remnants of Kevlar he had “acquired” while installing a surveillance camera at a small police substation located nearby.  He didn’t know if it would help in deterring being found by equally sophisticated EMAD detectors but he hoped it would.
	Then, back out into the arcade room.
	His target was still playing.
	She was sooooo cute!  Most little girls were.  There bright faces, hair, butt.
	Three-fingers (‘cause that’s how many he was born with on one hand) focused.  Initializing the Device he held his breath and watched the lights become activated—the lights indicated connection to the target’s brain wave patterns.  Connection meant manipulation.  Some indicators on the Device showed strength and fluctuations.  Trey Three-fingers watched with halted breath as all indicators indicated a strong connection.
	There were no verbal connections, no sidebar with a window pane list of commands to send to the Target.  Trey’s Device was solely to zap the mind, stun it, and that was it.  Trey had to go to the girl and bring her to the workroom.  It was dangerous, way dangerous.  But he knew his grandfather seldom came to the workroom; he was an old geezer and electronic wizardry just didn’t jive with him. He generally left his grandson alone and busied himself with the running of the arcade.
	A case of uncertainty befell the boy, though, and he gently guided the young girl further down the narrow hall to the store room.  The backdoor was there (with a loud alarm signal should anyone try to escape for some reason without first disarming the alarm.)

	The store room door was most always shut and locked.  Trey, of course, had a key.  Once inside the small cramped room he leaned against the door.  His mind was fraught with wow factors; overrun with delusions and contemplations.  At length he sighed and knelt down before the girl.  He was sweating like crazy.
	Slowly he turned the girl around to face him.  Her mind was blank.
	The moppet was generally flat chested; she wore a short kiddie denim skirt with blue full legged leggings.  Blue tennis shoes (with pink laces).  She had a pretty face; round with bright eyes, that little space between her front teeth, blond hair just to her shoulders, and innocence abounding.
	Trey locked eyes with her; waving his hand before her face and then making a raspberry/fart sound with his hands ensured that her mind was locked.  Checking the Device ensured him that she was his.
	Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y he placed his hands to her butt.  Then, under the short skirt to caress her butt clad in panties.  His breathing once more stopped as he slipped fingers under the underwear.
	Not a thing of indication from the moppet.
	With extreme caution he began tugging down the panties.
	Audrey remained steadfast mind blank.
	The panties, pink, were tugged down to her knees.  Trey thought he’d pass out.  This was the most incredible thing!  With even more trepidation he pulled up the skirt and there it was.  Bare naked pussy.  Yeah, a teenage girl’s bare naked pussy would have been better.  But,
	With his hands roaming over the girl’s ass and no sign whatsoever that she was aware, Trey hoisted the girl onto a box of parts.  The panties were at her ankles and removed.  Tilted back some and Trey got a nice gawking of Audrey’s bare naked pussy.  There was light streaming in from the one window up high and from the light in the ceiling.
	Trey was a virgin.  For some reason—girls seemed to avoid him.  He blamed the lack of “fingers”.  A guy friend once told him that he tried too hard to be liked; he told jokes and laughed too hard at them.  He wasn’t a bad looking sort but sometimes it doesn’t take much for a girl to dislike you.
	Audrey liked him—she didn’t know better.
	He knew what to do with a girl—he had been well schooled at school.  Bathroom walls were a godsend of information.  Also, guy friends boasting of their girl conquests; television shows and movies also helped fuel sexual information leaving Trey with very little imagination.
	Down onto the girl’s bare naked pussy he placed his mouth.  His tongue furiously flicking all about.  His first!  The “taste” was—odd.  He didn’t know what to make of it or how to describe it.  He did detect what he thought was to be pee.  In that, he was not disgusted but enthralled.
	The young girl remained steadfast oblivious to what was going on.  Even when Trey Three-fingers smacked her bare naked pussy with his dick.  His dick was incredibly hard.  Smoldering!  He was nineteen, living at home with his parents, no girlfriend, not gay, not into drugs, smoking, or drinking.  He was a semi nerd and geek.  A bit of bashfulness, unsureness, non-“A” student, and unquestionably not a jock kept him socially awkward.
	Slapping his cock against the girl’s quim enthused the awkward boy.  Soon and he was dragging his dick up and down her slit poking the head that was heaviy soiled in pre-cum in.  
	Penetration was seconds away.
	Firstly, though, he humped.  The slit was so enticing!  So smooth!  It felt incredible to his arching virgin dick; he did a fare amount of whacking off, humping his bed, and screwing his bed with his mother’s panties there.  Oh!
	Audrey remained unawares.
	Trey began gouge-grinding and just before busting thru the intact hymen he came.  A gusher load of spunk suddenly exploded and once that was happening the intensity somewhat diminished.  Somewhat.  He still tried to fully enter the girl giving no thought to the consequences.  All he thought of was pussy.  Pussy and fucking.  There was nothing else.  Nothing else mattered but to fuck.  To fuck and cum.  He thought of girls his age mostly, some older, some younger.  He never thought for a minute that he would actually be doing a little girl like Audrey.
	What kept him from actually going thru fully with the deed?  He didn’t know.  Maybe a dangling moral fiber wrested him away from committing rape.  The girl’s face was locked into his mind.  She was soooo cute!  He knew her; so how could he defile her?  She liked him, too; smiled at him, waved and greeted him in essence acknowledging his existence on the earth.
	Finishing cumming off he satisfied himself and stood back.  Audrey’s pussy was well coated in his sperm.  Plucking up her panties he wiped her pussy clean then his dick.  He felt drained but he also felt like he could do it again.  And he wanted to.  But not Audrey.  Not someone he knew.

*
Small world
	With a little extra money on hand and breathing room it was time for an investment.  Stocks?  No; risky.  Mutual funds?  Commodities?  Nah, Robert Chikken had a pal who had an arcade.  They were passé but some were making a comeback; old school gamers liked the old school video games.  The Triple Galaxy Arcade in a well visited shopping center had a good following.  New video games were needed, though, to keep the interest up.  An investor could net a steady income and that had Robert’s attention.
	Old school gamers liked both new and old video games; new gamers liked the old games, too, but preferred the more sophisticated and more graphically intense games.  Those games costed more to obtain.  Robert was looking for a small investment that would net him a profit and after observing the kids (and some adults) visiting the Triple Galaxy arcade he hoped he made a wise choice.
	On one visit he noted the lone girl of the arcade.
	God!  She was pretty!
	And young.
	But there was something about her…
	Those miners.  They were security risk for one thing.  They had pictures and videos of him and his daughter messing around!  Bold full frontal nudes of his teenage daughter!  What the hell was he thinking!
	At least she was willing and not in need of a brain freeze by some electronic means.  But willing or not—a security risk.  Of course, just they themselves having illicit content was bad for them so there was that.
	The lone young girl had his attention.
	 A nice body form, nice-nice butt.
	Those miners wanted ‘la jeune fille.  Young girls.  Young girls—more money.  More money—more breathing room.  More investments; open his own bookstore, a laundromat, pay off the house!  To be debt free was once a dream.  But at the cost of “’la jeune fille—hmmm.
	The shop next to the arcade was Out-of-Business; it had once been a Buy Gold/Silver and Jewelry shop.  The thought was to expand the arcade; include bigger multiplayer machines, air hockey machine, and snack shop.  It had potential.  All that was needed was—money.
	After installation of a couple of new modern day arcade games, Robert hung around “observing.”  The usual fare of visitors came on the weekends with a good portion dwaddling in in the evenings.  The moppet usually came on the weekends, noon type time, Saturdays but also on Friday evenings, sometimes thru the week after school—but usually Saturday afternoon and stayed for a couple of hours before leaving for the nearby pizza joint.
	Timing is everything.
	When the old man, Jerry Oldskunk, manager and grandfather to the lone on-sight repairman Trey, left to go do some banking, observing Robert focused in on the young girl.  Could he?  Dare he?  Should he?  Tucked inside his business jacket was his plain ordinary looking remote control device.  He hadn’t utilized it yet.  Fear and anxiety the cause there.  It was illegal to have such a thing let alone have the thoughts of USING!

	There were no funds substantial for his daughter’s college.
	The house payments were manageable but far from being “paid.”
	The water heater needed replacing.
	So did the dishwasher, refrigerator, backsplash.  Then the carpeting.
	A million or so thoughts ravaged Robert’s noggin.  Good—bad—so-so.
	What would he do with her?
	And where?
	Could he get her to his truck?  Take her to his home?  Have shenanigans with her?  What about his daughter?  She was away with friends for the weekend to the timing there was good.  He’d have to park in the back lest the neighbors see him escorting a girl not his daughter into the house.
	Then what?
	With her mind blanked he could do what he want—so he thought (and hoped.)  He had spent a little time with the EMAD and understood just a little of its function.  A great deal of apprehension there was giving him fits; to do or not to do was the question.
	Then the Subject left her game and made way down the hall to the bathroom.
	Robert “saw” her sitting on the toilet—peeing.  Often at home, now, he walked in on his daughter whilst she was on the pot—peeing.  And often he “whipped it out” and stuffed his dick into her mouth.  Sometimes the video camera captured the moment.
	Oh how he wanted to see that moppet on the toilet!
	He didn’t know how much time he had exactly but when the girl emerged from the bathroom—
	ZAP!
	It was the first time that the mind altering device had been used.
	And it seemed to have worked—the girl seemed frozen.
	Stepping up to her he waved his hand before her face, bent down to her level and stuck his tongue out, then—
	Brushed his hand against her chest.
	True, she had no titties thereon but it would still be regarded as an offence.
	Breathing hard he guided the girl to the store room…
	His mind was in a blur.  This wasn’t happening!  He was in disbelief.
	But the young girl seemed unawares.
	That was a good thing ‘cause No Morals Robert knelt down before her and tugged down her mid-thigh length light denim skirt.  No legged leggings, bare legs but with purple knee socks.  Green tinted cotton panties.  His heart was beating all the harder—even more so when he lowered those panties.
	A bald pussy greeted him.	
	Such a wanton want wontoningly wanted.  His daughter was one thing—this little moppet was something else!  She was, indeed, a wee child.  And she was under the electronical influence of an illegal electronic device!
	With that said—
	He breathed, he sighed, then hefted the girl onto a box of supplies.  The store room was even more crowded than it had been before.  Leaning the girl back he gazed hungrily at the bare naked poon before him.  Then, slowly, he hauled out his prick and gave it a stroke.  If she were in his home—if she were in his home he thought himself doing the ultimate sin with her.  To her.  In the mouth would be one thing but he thought more of entering her.  Penetration.  Pussy first—then her ass.  He saw himself jerking off cumming on her pretty innocent face.  He wanted to fill her mouth with his jiz; then fuck her pussy until he was completely drained.
	That was the plan.
	However, after applying his tongue and licking her out tenaciously, then spanking her pussy with his rock hard hard-on, the attempt at full vaginal penetration didn’t happen.  He wasn’t interrupted by any one but by a moral fiber.
	He had morals after all.
	A brief pause there was then a little more spanking of cock to pussy, gouging of the slit, then he put the girl’s panties back on, straightened her out, then returned her back to the last place she would remember being.  A quick step to the arcade room and a “release” of the girl’s mind put Robert at ease.  After noting the girl stumbling, looking around curiously, then merging into the arcade room herself, Robert busied himself with mingling with the patrons.
	After Jerry returned from his banking business, Robert stuck around—still observing the moppet.  A case of the heebie-jeebies bothered him and he wished beyond wishes that what his daughter would be home—so he could do unto her what he had almost done unto Audrey.
	Before he left he noted two young boys come in.

*
Revelations
	Although there was the perception of being “naïve”, Audrey Teppom was not quite that.  She was “aware” of what boys looked like naked—well, little boys.  She got to babysit wee little lads, five and younger.  She helped bathe them, dress, and clean up after them (when they had “accidents.”)
	Then there were the informational drawings on the bathroom walls.
	Shortly before 2AM she sat bolt upright.  Images in her mind were startling.
	Frightening.

	And fleeting.  She tried and tried and tried to remember what the frightening dream was about but it would congeal.  She lay awake, then, for an hour before returning to sleep.
	In the morning and Audrey was still disturbed by “whatever” it had been that had awoken her so with fright.  At the breakfast table,
	“Mom—”
	“Yes, sweetie?”
	“What are dreams about?  I mean, why do dream?”
	“Hmmm, good question.”
	“Is there a good answer?”
	“HA!” she popped her moppet on the head and plopped down some toast to go with her breakfast.
	“Uhm, dreams are—complex.  Sometimes they are a reflection of the day’s events or our minds dredge up pieces of information usually nestled in our subconscious.  When we’re sleeping the subconscious is free to release that information.”
	None of that “information” helped Audrey.
	“Having some dreams?” inquired her mother.
	Audrey nodded but she couldn’t remember them.  Shrugging it off she finished her breakfast and greeted her father in the hall.  His workday was beginning; he had just stepped out of the shower and smelled sooooo good!
	“What’s your plans for the day?” he asked as he finished hugging her and made way to his room to dress.
	Audrey hung loose at the door just outside.
	“The arcade, I guess.” she said with a shrug.
	“You spend too much time there, hon.”
	Audrey shrugged, “I could go to the mall.”
	“Sounds good.” But there was an arcade there, too.
	And a food court.
	And boys.
	Finishing up his tie, “Need some money?”
	Audrey shrugged, “I got some.” Five dollars.
	Digging into his wallet, “Shhh,” he grinned and slipped a ten spot in her hands, “don’t tell mom.” He leaned down to kiss her on the forehead.  She accepted the cash, hugged him, and he patted her butt.
	“You ARE my favorite child!”
	She was his ONLY child.
	In her room she ditched her knee length long tee-shirt she wore as a bed garment.  Standing before the mirror on the wall she once more got a creepy-frightening feeling.  She couldn’t place it or make sense of it.
	Something foreboding, though.  Something.  It unnerved her and she quickly looked away from the mirror and got dressed—albeit slowly and in deep thought.  Something had awoken her out of a sound sleep.  But what?  She knew she had dreams—but they involved adventures; being a pirate, a character on one of the video games at the arcade, playing in a field of unicorns.  The dream or whatever was none of that.
	Returning to the kitchen and her father was already off to work.
	“So what’s your plans for the day?” as if her mother had to ask.
	“Arcade, I suppose.” Answered Audrey.
	“You spend too much time there, sweetie.”
	Audrey shrugged, “I could go to the mall.”
	Her mother nodded but not in the nod that was approving.  The mall was just as bad as the arcade.  Boys.  There were “boys” at the arcade, too; but they were more interested in video games than girls.
	“You got money?”
	“A five.”
	Out of her purse and her mother retrieved a ten spot.
	“Try not to spend it all in one place!” she cautioned.
	Audrey held her smile until she was out the door.  It was a weekly ritual.

	1:30AM
	A slight breeze wafted in from the 2nd floor open window.  Save for some early-early birds tweetering and a distant car alarm going off the night was quiet.  Then,
	“SCREAM!”
	Audrey sat up in her bed screaming.
	Her mother made it to her fine; her father banged his knee on the bedroom dresser on his way out plus stubbed his toes.  Audrey was visibly shaken and totally like totally freaked out.  But try-try-try as she might she couldn’t remember what the dream was.  But it was frightening.  Very.
	Her mother stayed with her until she returned to sleep.

	Two nights later, at 3AM—
	“SCREAM!” it was heart wrenching and even got the neighbors’ attention.
	This time, however,
	“I-I saw something.” To describe it—she couldn’t.  It was foggy sort of; not clear and made no sense.  But whatever it was—it was frightening.  Something had to be done.  And days later she was in the office of a doctor—one of them head doctors.  He wasn’t to determine if the young moppet was crazy but to get to the source of her nightmares—by way of hypnotism.
	“It’s dark—no—wait.  There’s light.  But not much.”
	Audrey sat still staring blankly as the psychologist performed the knack that was able to dig out buried information.  It was sparse and sporadic but she was a young girl harboring some sort of traumatic event.
	“There’s a man.”  A long pause, then, “He has a beard, a black beard.”
	Then,
	“No, he’s—he’s clean shaven.” The girl was confused but the doctor continued assuming that there was possibly more than one person in her traumatic event.
	“We’re in a small room.  It’s crowded with boxes.  There’s a window high up.” Pause—pause—pause.  Audrey began to look very concerned; furrowing her brow, cocking her pretty head.  She began shaking her head and wavered as she spoke.
	“The bearded man, he-he-he’s feeling me out.”
	Audrey’s mom nearly fainted.
	On the 5th floor of the downtown office building the quietness of the room was disturbed by the hum of the air conditioner in the window and Audrey’s mom’s heart beating out of her chest.
	“He puts his hands on my butt.”
	Pause.
	Then, in a very calm and low voice, “He takes my panties down.”
	It was then another realization came; when she got home that one day—the day when the clean shaven man molested her, she discovered that she hadn’t her panties on.  That was odd—she most always had underwear on and only a couple of times in her haste to dress and get on with her day had she forgotten to put them on.
	As she began to show signs of panic the doctor calmed her with more knackful mind tricks.  Both mother and daughter were unawares of the doctor’s use of an EMAD…
	After being calmed she continued.
	“He took my panties off and put me on a shelf.” She wasn’t sure about the shelf but it was in her mind.  The doctor spoke softly probing her mind and unraveling the horrific event.  Her mother was beside herself but keeping herself under control.
	Audrey went on to describe in confusing detail about the bearded man near raping her.
	“He put his pee-pee on my vagina.”
	“Did he enter you?” the doctor asked.  He saw the girl’s mother clenching and bracing for the answer.
	“No, I-I don’t think so.”
	Her mother breathed relief.  Still, though—
	“He spanked me, my vagina, with his pee-pee.”
	Again, Audrey’s mother looked pale and faint.
	Describing the “masturbating” man was difficult, Audrey had no idea what masturbation was.  She also didn’t know what cock spit was—but that was what she said, “then his pee-pee spit on me.”
	The bearded man, the clean shaven man.  Two of the same?  For a young person describing such a terrible event the images garnered from such a procedure as hypnotism were not always valid or legally justified in making an arrest.  But it was a start.
	Audrey couldn’t overly make a description of the bearded man or the clean shaven one.  The doctor deduced that they were probably one person.  The first time she was molested—
	“The first time!?” almost shrieked Audrey’s mother.
	“Yes,” interrupted the doctor, “the first time and the man was probably with a beard, then the second time he shaved it off—to confuse her.”
	This did not sit well with the woman.
	A police sketch artist was their next step and thru a lot of nit picking to get the exactness a clean shaven man came to once more frighten Audrey.  Luckily she was with her mother.  After freaking out a little from the artist’s rendering—
	“Hey,” she said, “I-I know him!”
	“You do?” asked her mother, “Who is it?”
	Furrowing her brow, Audrey nodded assuredly,
	“It’s Trey, from the arcade.”

	Closing the console panel of the Slime Monsters game, Trey just saw the police car drive up outside the arcade.  Panic quickly ensued and he bolted.  Two officers who had just come in with a plains clothes detective gave chase.  Out into the alley and Trey was beating feet—until a squad car blocked his intended exit.  Turning around and there were other cops.
	For some reason, he had the homemade Device on him.  And for some other reason he took object and threw it at the cops.  Bad idea.  They, in turn, threw something at him.  Lead.
	Cop one put a 9mm bullet thru the boy’s chest.
	Cop two put a .38 into the boy’s forehead.
	Cop three, the detective, put a 9mm into the boy’s throat.
	End result—dead as Pac-Man.

*

Feasting
	He had been nervous at his tax man’s office.
	His first job.
	First day at college, high school, grade school, getting married.
	His first time having sex—other than with himself.
	Getting caught smoking and what his dad was going to do to him.
	The day he took his driver’s test in the family car.
	Then the day he read in the paper and heard the news about the little girl from the arcade who had been molested by the arcade manager’s grandson.  And the cops blowing the young man away.  He had on his possession an illegal to have EMAD—but it was handmade, homemade from the arcade’s workroom.  The grandfather was devastated and had a heart attack.
	It was too close to home.
	Robert had an investment there—big money.  He knew the grandfather, Jerry.  He knew of the grandson, Trey, too.  For the time being, the arcade would be closed to re-open later under new management.  Robert had been visited by detectives but he was cleared.
	There was that one detective, though, who noted in notes he read somewhere that the little girl (Audrey) had made mention of a dream image of a “beard man/a man with a dark beard.”
	This made Robert very nervous.  Very.
	Still, there was the draw of money—at the expense of others.
	With Rhonda hanging with her friends, Robert went out on excursion on the pretense of hunting down more investments.  What he did was haul ass out of town.  He felt that as far away as possible (from the scene of the crime) the better.  He didn’t feel going to the Triple Galaxy arcade was a good idea—but he needn’t worry there, the moppet in question wasn’t returning there ever again.  She went to the mall instead!
	In the adjoining town an hour away and Robert began searching for a Subject to fulfill the remote perverted miner’s desires.  There were lots of possibles but there, too, were security concerns.  Timing was everything.  He cruised to the arcade in the shopping mall and noted a small bevy of teens hanging outside.  Girls and boys alike.
	He waited.
	The day was early but his nerves were on end.
	Presently “opportunity” walked across his view.
	She was a girl about twelve making for the bus stop.
	Alone.  Tsk tsk tsk
	With his dick already in hard mode his mind was backseated.  Sure, there were security risks; the shopping center had security cameras but most likely did not focus all the way across the parking lot.  It was mid-day; the next bus was half an hour away.  The girl was glum and did not want to walk all the way back to the pizza shop and then walk all the way back to the bus stop.
	The bus stop was on a hill.  An uprise.  The shopping center was down with shops anchored on each side, a tire shop on the lee side where the hill was.  On top of that was another shopping center.
	Robert parked up on the crest of the hill.  He didn’t know the range of the EMAD.  If it worked, fine.  If it didn’t—oh well, probably wasn’t meant to be.  Remaining in the truck he cracked the back window and aimed the EMAD.  The girl sat checking her watch every five seconds, scratching an itch, and being glum.
	Across the four lane roadway on the same hill was a neighborhood where as the home thereon were not facing the road but their backyards were.  Lots of trees, light traffic, a bit warm.
	Robert squeezed his aching cock and watched as the lights on his Device lit up.  The indicators flickered and achieved optimum connection.  Gulping and then holding his breath he whispered into the microphone,
	‘Come to the black truck.’ and hit send.
	Trepidation abounded—and then glee as the girl paused and didn’t move.
	Then she did.
	She got up and looked a strangely at the big black 4-by.  Then she made her way up the sidewalk nearing the truck.  Robert hoped like heck he was out of sight of the pizza shop and the kids who were still mingling there.  A car lot was at the top of the hill—no takers.
	‘Get in.’ he said into the EMAD opening the door.
	And just like that—she did!
	Awesome!
	Not a thing for the few miles along the road; not even the radio was on—just the a/c.  The girl sat quietly and Robert was in fits.  What was he going to do?  How?  Where?  Could he?  Should he?  Dare he?  He made a realization that the EMAD was indeed a bad thing.  A bane.
	Shopping centers and gas stations with eateries on one side, neighborhoods on the other.  Then an huge empty field, then more shopping and neighborhoods.  Finally, a church and then open fields on the left and orchards on the right.  Then the outskirts of the town where there was a large cemetery on one side and a trailer park on the other.  After topping a hill there was the dirt race track on one side and the paved race track on the other.
	Finally the road well taken led into a canyon with a river flowing thru it.
	A few miles in and Robert could last no longer.
	A dirt road went off the main two-laner and narrowed its way down to the river.  No one was about—it was mid-week, no school, no takers.  Robert parked under some large trees, got out to stretch his legs, then opened the passenger side door.  No one was about.  The Subject was mindless.
	First things first—
	‘Open your legs.’ It was a check to see if was still “connected.”
	She was.  Her legs parted and Robert felt his heart palpitating.
	After taking her off-pink tennis shoes himself he directed the girl into the extra cab; along with being a large 4-by-4 truck it was also a large 4-door truck.  Robert admired that ass; she wore, too, off-pink pants and a deep pink short sleeved top.  Pink panties?  Let’s find out!
	With the door shut and windows powered down some for airflow, plus the roof mount window cracked, the business at hand was naughty.  The girl continued to follow his electronically sent commands—amazing him to no end.
	Her name was Millie.  She was twelve.  Long golden brown hair, blue eyes, long limbs, a nice-nice face with a nice-nice set of pre-teen titties.  Robert sat on the bench seat of the extra cab seat taking her in.  Cupping her pert little ass he virtually melted.  No response from Millie so he continued—
	‘Undo your pants—take them down.’
	To his surprise—she did!
	No pink panties greeted him—but yellow ones did!
	Meanwhile, he shucked his own shoes and then pants—no undies.
	His dick was hard-hard-hardest.  Slowly masturbating he took the girl’s hand and had her stroke him.  She didn’t even bat an eye.  Robert himself tugged down the girl’s panties—and he instantly thought of the moppet.  He felt badly that she was having nightmares—and even more badly that the grandson had been blown away and the grandfather had himself a heartattack!
	But he wanted to fuck that moppet.
	No hesitation—no halting—just fuck her.
	But first!
	Once completely naked Millie was laid out on the bench seat.  Her legs parted Robert got the camera.  He forgot to video the girl as she was stripped down and made a mental note to do so with the next girl.
	Slowly he fingered Millie’s pussy; there was just a slight coverage of pubes.  She was a virgin.  He didn’t know about Q&A so he didn’t know if she gave head, handjobs, or even seen a boy’s dick.  Time was of the essence; mostly, his cock was steaming and needed relief—soon!
	First!  A little tongue action.  The taste of the girl’s quim was fantastic.  He licked and lapped and sucked getting the pussy very well whetted.  Then, he lay on her gently guiding into her his throbbing schlong.
	The fuck was on.  Slowly.
	He was almost to the point of having to speed up when he chanced to look out the driver’s side window.  He was positioned awkwardly at an angle as his six foot plus length prevented him from laying in the not quite five foot wide cabin.  Millie’s nipples were stiff, she had small soft mounds and Robert yearned to lay his prick between and shot a hot load of cum onto her face.
	Outside the truck was a wee little lassie.  She had dirty blond hair, red shorts, a yellow shirt with a red squiggles all over it.  She was about five years young and staring up.
	Panic mode.
	Looking past the girl thru the sporadic trees and boulders he saw what had to be the girl’s family.  Two hundred yards or so away there was a picnic area.  A barbeque was in the make, other assorted kids were in the water, assorted adults were mingling, drinking, and unawares of the little girl not with them.
	Robert carefully and with extreme caution opened the door, reached down…
	He had no real desire to molest the girl; maybe have her naked for the camera.  Maybe finger her, some spanking, spank his cock against her cunny, and definitely get off in her mouth.
	Sitting Millie up he put her top back on (but the heavily tinted windows actually prevented anyone seeing into the truck’s interior.)  She then was fastened  in as well as the wee lassie.  Robert fretted about firing up his truck, it was a diesel and therefore a little noisy.  But so was the girl’s family and they were 200 yards away by a canyon river.
	Back on the road he continued onward making for the lake at the end of the canyon.  No one gave chase.  His mind was a complete blur.  What the hell? What was his plans for the little girl? What?  What? What?  (let’s find out!)

	The lake level was low and so there weren’t a lot of tourists.  Robert made for the drive-in close by getting thick malted milk shakes and thick barbequed seasoned fries—a favorite!  Then he motored on to a destination he liked to go with Rachel.  Way on top of a hill overlooking the lake.  There they could see the stars and meteors.  It was out of the way and only a 4-by could get you there.
	After a little clean-up on the girls a new plan was formulated.
	The day was now getting late so he had to hurry this up.
	He redressed Millie and got the camera to capture her undressing herself.  He was absolutely amazed at the girl accepting his commands.  Once she was naked he found that he had to do very little electronically convincing of Lindsey.  She seemed “different”; didn’t talk and seemed “distant.”  Oh well.  She took her clothes off “like you’re getting ready to take a bath”.  She sat on the floor of the cab while Millie laid out on the seat (again.)
	Robert licked her out (again) and found himself enthused with presence of Lindsey.  He had her get on her hands and knees, face down—ass up.  The seeing of the girl’s butt, hole, and bare naked pussy thoroughly enthused him and he fucked Millie righteously.
	An ungodly amount of cum filled the girl’s quim.  He pumped doggedly until well drained.  Two holes remained!  Sitting up he brought the little girl over having her lick his cum coated cock.  She didn’t overly like the taste of his cock spew.  Robert didn’t care.  A mean streak he didn’t normally have suddenly erupted in him and he swatted the child’s bare hinny making her suck his cock and lick up his cum.  She also had to “go down” on Millie and lick clean the sperm spilled there.  Awesome!
	The camera got it all.
	The camera also got it when Robert sat Lindsey on Millie’s face laying her down Millie’s body.  Robert then spanked the little girl (but not hard) before poking at her extremely virgin dirt chute.  Some spittle and anal lube helped pave the way into that territory.  He didn’t go all the way—but he would have had he the energy.

	Another round of butt fucking—this time to Millie, some spanking (Millie) and Robert was all but spent.  He didn’t spank his daughter too hard when they had their little “sessions” but secretly he kind of sort of wanted to.  He swatted Millie’s ass and was once more amazed at how much her mind was locked.  The girl’s lily white tender ass was turned a brilliant red and she exhibited no emotions.
	There were tears, though.
	With Lindsey, a little butt spank and then he was licking her out until that pivotal moment came.  She was awfully little and Robert never thought he would ever-ever-ever do what he did.  His cock slapped/spanked the girl’s cunt and oh how he wanted that moppet from the arcade!  After gouging his cock against her slit he entered her.

Desert life; flowers, rocks, sand, aliens
	The remote desert town of Randlesburg was the next stop.  There was a nearby gold mine that was in operation in the neighboring hills.  Other than that there wasn’t much for the town going for it save for the nostalgia.  It was almost a ghost town when Hollywood folk found it a good place to make some films.  Tourists then found the town delightful with the saloons and old western history.  The townsfolk, less than 100, opened up their barns and the road weary tourists sought solace in the ice cream parlors.
	On his visit, early morning, there were plenty of tourists (and therefore, plenty of new prospects.)
	Thru the night and the camera captured more and more for the miner’s.
	Robert couldn’t get enough of slamming his cock into Millie’s pussy, mouth, and asshole.  He did finally get to straddle her chest and blast a load onto her face.  But he found a strange draw in molesting Lindsey.  It was cause for concern ‘cause he never thought himself to be that kind of scumbag.
	Still, though, he didn’t drag himself so low as to penetrate her.  Well, not the pussy or asshole.  She was too small, too young, for those ventures.  But her mouth?  He was out of his mind when he was able to (without the use of the electronical device) to get her to suck him.  She sucked his cock and received a copious amount of his man juice.  She took to sucking better than his daughter!  He had to school Rhonda on the finer techniques of giving head but the manner of which little Lindsey preformed?  She was a natural!
	The desert city before the desert town was where both passengers were dropped off—at a small hospital parking lot.  Naked.  Their panties he was keeping, as a sort of trophy—much like Trey Three-fingers was doing.  Er, had been doing.  He wrote their names down on the inside hem then made for Randlesburg.
	He had a brew at the saloon to “whet his whistle”  Then he moseyed down the wood walkway checking out the quaint shops—but mostly having an eye for the wandering possibles.  A check-in with his daughter; she was staying over at a friend’s while HE was out of town with a broken drive axle…
	Prospect one was a real cutey; a nice yellow summery dress, bouncy jet black hair that bounced on her shoulders.  Such a delightful child.  Robert caught himself—he couldn’t believe what he was thinking—thinking of doing with that little girl.  What had he become?  What was he thinking?  He wasn’t that way.  He wasn’t!
	A long slow walk up the wide street to where the houses began.  Open windows allowed a passerby to see cast iron pots and pans hanging in the old style kitchen.  Laundry out on a line; honeysuckle scenting the air, a dog behind an old weathered white picket fence, skunkweed fumating the air, too.
	Crossing the street and slowly-slowly making his way back down to the town area he paused at a large old-old barn.  There there were tables set out with linens and knick-knacks from a by-gone era long gone.  Old women were doing the selling, gossiping, and someone was passing gas.
	A few tourists were mingling, adults.
	Next to the barn on a flat top hill was a museum featuring, of course, old mining equipment and tools.  There was a shed, a slew, slough, trough, prickle pear cactus, a lazy dog and an even lazier cat on a wood rail of a non-functioning post office.  The heat of the day was beginning.  Robert moved on.

	At length and he came back down to the saloons and ice cream parlors.  A string of small shops of one kind and another held the attention of mingling tourists.  He took note of a young girl, older than the first.  Short summery pants, a short blue shirt that revealed her midriff, honey blond hair almost to her butt.  A sweet sunny face, smiling, laughing, and just at the age like Millie—equipped with knobbies.  And like with Millie, Robert saw himself riding her chest and blast a load of cum onto her sweet smiling face.
	Done!
	But first!

Par-tay!
	What do you get when there are NO parental units about?
	Stir in two teenage girls, no supervision, a Friday night, some weed, drink, and a glass dildo and you’ve got yourself a PAR-TAY!
	Glass dildo?
	“We’ve got plenty to do, Mom.” Complained/explained Melinda, best friend of Rhonda.  “Doing our hair, something funky—”
	“Something that will get you expelled from school?” ripped her mom.
	Melinda shook her head, “Nothing that drastic.”
	“We’ve got some stuff to study for a school project.” chimed in Rhonda.
	“Yeah, and a party to think about—”
	“School dance is coming up.”
	And before either girl could come up with another excuse to sate the wary Carol, “Alright, you’ve convinced me.  I guess you wont be terrorizing the town this night.” She left money for pizza then scurried along with her husband for their night on the town.
	As soon as the car’s light were out of sight—
	“PAR-TAY!”
	But without boys or any other girl joining in.
	With the doors locked the girls hauled ass up stairs to Melinda’s bedroom.
	From within Melinda’s closet she pulled out a baggie.  There was enough weed for three joints.  A bottle of Southern Comfort, some shot glasses, Trash music on the stereo, and the girls were happy-happy-happy.
	The marijuana wasn’t high end but it was enough to give them a little buzz.
	The whiskey knocked their socks off.
	The marijuana gave them the proverbial munchies so off to the kitchen they went, bringing the bottle of whiskey with them.  Snack foods were satisfying and the whiskey, cut with a soda, topped off the girls’ pleasure.  They got the giggles—then got silly.  They got naked.
	Running amok around the house naked was a personal thrill for Melinda—doing so with best friend forever Rhonda sealed the deal.  After getting exhausted they returned to Melinda’s bedroom—still naked—still high.
	How it happened—well, being high had a lot to do with it.  They were already naked and already silly.  And they weren’t really discussing boys.  Sitting on the floor grooving on the tunes and smoking the last rolled joint, they kissed.
	It just happened.
	It seemed natural and in no way assured them as being gay.
	The kiss, though, led to pawing of the other’s breasts.
	The kiss segued to Frenching.
	The Frenching led to laying down beside one another and continuing with the kissing and pawing until finally they began pussy pounding.  Suddenly,
	“Hey!” almost shrieked Melinda, “Come check this out.”
	Rhonda followed her friend to the parental bedroom.
	“I was helping my mom with laundry one day and I found this.”
	From a dresser drawer—way-way in the back wrapped in an elegant cloth was a lifelike dick.  It was long, thick, and made of glass-crystal.
	“Oh-my-god!”
	Then, right on her bed, Melinda laid out taking the glass phallic to her cock hungry cunt.  Rhonda was totally mesmerized.  She frigged herself and gave some thought to her daddy.  She kind of thought he was probably up to some sort of out-of-town shenanigans.  A broken drive axle—really?  Surely he could have come up with a better excuse.  But maybe.
	Melinda moved the glass dildo all over her pussy.  Then she worked the great bulbous head into her not-quite-virgin pussy.  Rhonda came right onto the bed locking her eyes on the action.  Melinda eased a little more of the glass dick into her, then pulled it out to put it into Rhonda’s mouth!
	Rhonda sucked it.  She did!

	Later on and the two miscreant teens checked out (spied on) the neighbors.
	Here’s what they found:
	Next door on the right was the Konner house.  Whether or not the adult units were home or not was unknown.  Upstairs and Arlene Konner, just thirteen, was naked with Vincent Bellgoddy.  He was in fact the boyfriend of Arlene’s older sister!  Oh!
	The sixteen year old boy was tall, dark hair, a smart-aleck/smartass, had a motorcycle, smoked, drank, smoked a little weed, tried to emulate a Hollywood idol of a bygone era wearing a black leather jacket and a simple tee-shirt.  

	Arlene was a small framed girl, although she was thirteen she easily could pass for younger.  They were heavy at, arms and legs akimbo, fucking like it was their last fuck.  No other lights were on in the house; the porch light was on, a bathroom light near Arlene’s bedroom and a light in the room itself.
	They fucked heartily one way, then rolled onto their sides and then Reverse Missionary.  Their mouths were locked and hands tenaciously griped the other’s heaving sweaty body.
	“I think she’s supposed to be sick,” mentioned Melinda, “and the rest of the family is at a play or something of David’s.” the brother of the sister getting boned.
	“Jesus!” said Rhonda watching the pair.  She began fingering herself hard and soon the two girls began making use of the crystal dildo (again.)