August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 35
And the Saga Continues
Perverted Perversions

Twisted perversions twisted pervertedly
	The unfortunate circumstances surrounding the untimely expiration of Mandy shook and disturbed Dane.  Not so much for Allen.  Dane, though, did get his nuts off (even after the young girl had expired).  Thereafter and he was somewhat shaken.
	“Get out of here,” Allen told him, “I’ll take care of this.”
	Dane “got out” of the store room and Allen “took care” of Mandy.
	And by “take care” that was firstly having his way with her.  The cad!
	She was still warm and a whole lot easier to deal with (fuck).  So he did.
	There was remorse, he felt badly that the interaction with the girl had gone badly.  Very badly.  And there was no way to “sneak” her out of the building and take her elsewhere.  Sooo, he crammed her into a box once containing prayer books.  She was naked—and dead.  Unfortunate.

*

The habitual perv
	It’s all about being in the right place and at the right time.  It was a time after the “unfortunate” incident.  The place was along a river by a park.  The area was little used save for hikers.  The river was usually not so much a river as it was a creek.  The park was not so much a park as it was a wilderness area—unkempt, unmaintained, unused.  Located not far from a series of trailer parks and single dwelling travel trailers the rundown area was perfect for shenanigans of the gnarly kind.
	Nestled (hidden) in some old-old untrimmed bushy-bushy shrub trees amongst assorted litter, logs, more litter, teenage girl Amelia Lakerock was a naughty-naughty girl.  She was naked and teaching sex-ed to her six year old step-sister, Karynn and a boy, Jack.  The boy was eight, red hair, very boyish and he couldn’t keep from grinning.  He was naked, too.

	So was Karynn.  The pretty blond haired girl had some problems; she didn’t speak and couldn’t hear.  Regardless, she seemed to be a happy child.  Amelia had the child fondle the other child’s schlong.  Stroke!  Stroke!  Stroke!  Young Jack Splatterfield liked—a lot!
	Then, Amelia seemed to show/teach her little step-sister how to more please a guy—by kissing and then sucking his pee-pee!  Karynn, lily white naked, giggled and blushed as she firstly kissed the tip of also naked (but not so lily white) Jack’s dingus.  On further encouragement from big sister Amelia, Karynn went ALL THE WAY down on the erect prong.
	Young Jack giggled, blushed, and stood in utter amazement.
	Naked Amelia began seriously if not furiously fingering her sex.  There seemed to be no fear of being “caught in the act”.  She caressed Jack’s bare ass, fondled his bare balls, and had serious lustful intent in her eyes.  After Karynn had sucked and sucked and sucked the boy’s dong she was positioned on her back, legs spread wide.  Jack’s eyes were all attentive to the little girl’s bald poon.
	Amelia fingered Karynn’s bald poon then schooled a willing and very eager Jack to do same.  That was followed up by licking out the girl’s cunny.  Amelia did so likewise.  As she did so, her body twisted somewhat pooching her ass up giving the onlooker a nice-nice viewing of her ass, hole, hairless cunt, and tongue action to her sister’s pussy.
	Jack was sucked on some more, by Amelia, before being further schooled on the deed that was sex.  The youngster wasn’t a pro and his eagerness prevented him from making vaginal entry.  Amelia helped guide his slicked up schlong to Karynn’s sex entrance and soon the “act” was in progress.
	Wait!  But there’s more!
	After a few minutes of serious pumping and young Jack was done in.  His little pee-pee kept slipping out anyways.  Amelia soothed her somewhat distraught sibling as it WAS her first time.  There wasn’t any blood evidence as Jack’s dingus was rather small in length.
	Then it was Amelia’s turn.
	Spreading her legs the eager teen coaxed the eager Jack to cunt munch.
	The boy did a fine job of muff diving; Amelia oohed, ahhed, pinched her nipples, and exhibited all the signs of enjoyment.  Thereafter and the boy was sucked on some more before applying his stiffy to Amelia’s cock hungry cunt.  Little Karynn got over getting laid.  She fingered her pussy to ease the soreness presumably and watched as Jack fucked Amelia.
	Like with Karynn, though, Jack’s pickle wasn’t able to keep itself inside.
	No matter, Amelia seemed to enjoy the “act” just the same.

	So did the onlooker—who later on a day or two later confronted the naughty teen.  She was a little devastated; her face and heart fell into her stomach making her ill.  She was pissed when the “onlooker” suggested “suck me” as a solution to her being busted (and not being told on.)
	She wasn’t overly opposed to sucking dick—just not in the manner of which it was pressed on her.  And the onlooker Allen “pressed” his slobbered on cock all over the teenager’s face.  He humped her face before having her “turn around” and assume the all-fours position.  A royal ass mastering followed.
	Amelia was so much into being mastered there and less being face fucked; so, the girl wasn’t swayed from her actions with Jack and Karynn, just chose another locale that was possibly more secure—like the basement of her house.  Not so secure; a sneaky step-daddy snuck up on her and caught her in the act (with Jack and Karynn).  The kiddies went upstairs to snack in the kitchen—still naked—whilst the step-daddy took the naked naughty Amelia across his lap and spanked her ass tomato red.  Then he got HIS cock slobbered on before plunging it up her ass!  Amelia still wasn’t swayed and took the kids into the woods to another locale she thought would be safe.
	Upon emerging from the woods, however, a park ranger showed her “evidence” of her woodsy misdoings on his super-duper hi-tech power zoom video camera and once more she was pressed to slobber on cock and “take it up the ass”.  She was bad at this sneaking around stuff.  The ranger fucked her pussy, too.  So did her step-daddy when he caught her masturbating in her room.  Pregnancy came along months later…

Extracurricular enhancements enhanced
Teaching Ms. Hale
	When just a lad in junior high there came the time when Allen’s goofing off had a price—class failure.  The thought was that he would be able to make it up in a snap—like with football.  Not so.  The boy had sluffed off his school work too much and no amount of “extra” work, extra assignments, or ass kissing was going to get him to pass.
	Well, on that ass kissing…

	“Maybe we can work something ELSE out.” soothed Ms. Hale.
	“Like—what?” asked an oblivious/naïve Allen.
	Ms. Hale closed her eyes—this was why the dimwit was failing her class.
	However, opening her blouse somewhat to reveal a pair of narly twin 36Cs, parting her legs and hiking up her tweed business skirt—Allen kinda got the idea.
	Gulping, sweating, and getting the beginnings of a boner,
	“Uh, M-Ms. Hale?”
	“I got what you need (fudge failing grade) and you got what I need (fudge packer.)”
	Allen had to think—about two seconds.  Then, with a smirky smile and twinkling eyes he nodded “Ok!”
	With the classroom door closed (and locked) and a heavy/thick paper placed in the small window with the words “TESTING IN PROGRESS/DO NOT DISTURB!” written on the outside (for the janitors to read) the business of extracurricular activities began.
	Ms. Hale stripped off her beige silk blouse and there they were—two bodacious ta-tas.  The nipples were already hard!  The brown skirt came off nextly followed by her light green tinted panties.
	Allen was dumbfounded.  He stared gawkingly at the naked woman completely stunned.  Ms. Hale had a clean shaven poon; a tat of a multicolored butterfly was on the upper right of her cunt, a Medusa’s head on the otherside.
	Nichelle smile (lustingly) at the bewildered boy; she approached him and cupped his balls still encased inside his jeans.  Their eyes met; her cold dark mischievous eyes piercing thru his blazing azure blues.
	Down came his pants and on her knees she began sucking his dick thru his underwear!  Allen stared and stared—it was the most marvelous thing ever!  Ms. Hale was good!  The mysteries of life were astounding!  She sucked his balls, too.
	Then, slowly-slowly-slowly she inched down his tidy-whiteys and began manipulating his seriously hard cock with his fingers and mouth.  She could get him to do anything—murder, rob a bank, fuck a horse, whatever.  Squeezing his nuggets with one hand she caressed his smooth ass with the other.  With her mouth she engulfed the head and began rolling her tongue about the super sensitive edge.
	Cum squirted almost immediately.
	Allen was going catatonic.
	The talented Ms. Hale diddled her tongue into the piss slit getting more juts of cum.  She then went all the way down on the steaming schlong sucking-sucking-sucking until the flow of cum began to fill her mouth.
	Afterwards,
	“Now, you do me.” she said with a smile (devilish).
	Allen wasn’t sure what she meant; he sort of thought it was time to fuck.
	But, no; Ms. Hale moved to her desk were she hopped up onto it the desk, spread her legs, and began enticingingly fingering herself.  She didn’t lay down so it was an indication of something preliminary.
	Allen got it.  After almost tripping on his clothes bunched up at his ankles the boy stepped out of his clothes, stripped off his shirt, then approached the naked hottie, got on his knees, and performed orally on the hairless poon virtually guaranteeing his “A”.
	He wasn’t an expert at muff diving but there wasn’t much room for improvement.  There was natural talent there, but he was young and impetuous.  His eagerness to FUCK trumped his tongue lashing of her cunny.  Nichelle didn’t mind and enjoyed the tonguing prior to enjoying the fucking.

	In like having your first smoke, first drink, first fuck—you want to do it again and again and again.  And then again and again and then some more again.  And for the life of me, I can not understand these young whips who complain or say they were “raped” and forever marred by the incident.  Boggles the mind.  I understand the bragging about getting laid by a teacher but to ruin the experience by telling their parents or constabulary is beyond me.
	After the “experience” on Ms. Hale’s desk they merged to Ms. Hale’s office.  Usually and the office was shared by two others; one was out sick and the other was screwing the vice principal of another school.
	After getting naked Ms. Hale became suddenly seductive—moreso than previously.  She also exhibited a slight devilish mentality demanding her student to lay across her lap.  He did so.  At this point, he’d do anything!
	Then his bare lily white fanny was frapped—er, spanked.  Hard!  The first smack was surprising and jolted the young fellow—but he still maintained a boner regardless.  The second smack stung—also the third and fourth.  A massive wash of confusion waylaid Allen’s mind.  After the smacking she demanded that he “fuck her silly.”  She wanted to cum—and cum hard!
	Allen was up to the challenge.
	And Ms. Nichelle Hale came—not once, not twice, but thrice!
	She went catatonic!
	Allen went ballistic.
	With his stinging ass and energized cock his sex drive excruciatingly exceeded his limitations of comprehension.  He lay beside the heaving woman heaving exponentially himself.  He didn’t think for a minute that it could possibly get any better.
	He was wrong.

Extra credit
	Sometime later (after receiving his passing grade) Allen was at Ms. Hale’s home.  A nice two bedroom home, pool out back, nice lawn, and no hubby.  No kids, no hubby, no nosey neighbors.  There was no intro, no prelude, no hemming around the bush—just get naked and fuck me.
	After the first round of fucking he was learned on the extra credit.  While on his back, Nichelle mounted him and “spun around” for him to know the Around-the-World.
	He learned how to spoon, too.
	There, too, doggie-style.  The infamous sixty-niner came along and then it was time for more spanking.
	“You’ve been a bad boy!” snickered the woman.
	Allen agreed—and deduced that Ms. Hale was a bad woman!
	The seductress, with her long brown hair usually up in a tight bun now cascading down her scanty slutty body, enticed the young man to be her virtual sex slave.  And Allen Ihavebigtoes didn’t mind one little iota.  The spanking was another matter.  She made his ass tingle and it wasn’t all that invigorating.
	Still, though, he tolerated the abuse—‘cause, after the spanking there was the fucking!  And after the fucking there was the spanking!  Well, this time it was Allen who initiated the spanking.
	“Ms. Hale—you’ve been a baaaaad girl!” he sneered and gleamed at the woman (who was panting, drenched in sex sweat—and cum).
	Cocking her head she suddenly got the conveyance from her prized pupil.
	She smiled and slowly positioned herself across Allen’s lap.
	Payback’s gonna be a bitch!
	The first smack was a little off side and too hard.  He knew that to make it right that he should level up to the stinging sensation.  So he backed down and smacked her ass with not so much force.  He did smooth his hand over her burning tush—mostly he wanted her to feel some pain and discomfort.  His own ass still stung but it was tolerable.
	Allen’s hand gave way before Ms. Hale indicated that she had had enough.
	She threw him in a fluid motion onto the floor and quite literally “fucked his brains out.”  The woman was vamped up from the spanking—it apparently had ignited something inside her and she “fucked his brains out” leaving him a mere puddle on her bedroom floor.

	The excitement of fucking, though, was more ramped up when doing on her desk in her classroom.  So they did.  The extracurricular activities continued, though, at her house whereupon one afternoon after an intense session of spanking and fucking the devilish seductress whips out of all things—a dildo.
	And not just any dildo—a strap-on dildo!
	“Holy shit!” said Allen.  “W-what are you going to do with that?”
	“Take a wild guess!” smiled Ms. Hale as she strapped the strap-on on.
	“Holy shit!”
	With some anal lube sufficiently lubing his virginal hole as well as slathered all over the dildo.  Slowly it was inserted into his rectum causing him to contort oddly.  The dildo’s length was about eight inches.  When half the length of that eight inches was in his hole—Ms. Hale pulled out.
	She wasn’t done with him—far from it.
	She got a smaller diameter dildo (non-strap-on type) and sodomized the boy to her liking—not to his liking.  That was followed up by attaching “weights” to his balls and having him stand up to fuck her.  Ms. Hale positioned herself against her bedroom wall and Allen “fucked her brains out.”
	It was more than odd and totally-totally blasted the young man’s mind.
	More was to cum.
	The “more” was another woman—a friend of Ms. Hale’s.
	
	And now, time for a song! (make up your own tune)
          Bum-bum-um… “Projectile vomit, hot diarrhea, spewing all out of my ass.  Box of dead puppies, mixed with monkey guts, they really give me gas.  Shit all over a cemetery while I’m shootin’ dope.  Pus covered crack head eatin’ his toe-jam flashing his dick at the Pope. (chorus) Fuck fuck fuck, shit, shit, shit, fuck, shit, fuck, shit, fuck.  Shit fuck fuck fuck shit shit fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!  Elephant penis stuck in a kitten covered in crack ho’ shit.  Horse intestines cooked in a casserole served to some preschool kids.  Niggers, slants, spikes, and gooks let’s not give them a pass.  If you’re insulted I don’t apologize suck a gay rhino’s ass.  (chorus)”  I’m also out of vodka.  

And now back to our story!
(note—I’ve been in the hospital for 3wks; doctors found a little blood in my cholesterol.  I also have liver cancer.)

Pussy is great—pussy is grand.  If you don’t have pussy—there’s always your frand!  Er, friend.
	Even if the “friend” isn’t.  Point case—
	In between screwing his teacher (and her friend) Allen tinkered with the EMAD in his possession.  It was a lame Device to begin with; but with some classes in electronics he got a better understanding of “components.”  At this point in time—EMADs were just beginning.  Before it was realized their nefarious abilities they were all the rage in electronic classrooms—high school and beyond.
	Just before the Device’s became illegal to possess—let alone create, Allen constructed one.  In the beginning—it was lame.  It’s functionality paltry and near existent.  Persistence, though, prompted Allen to get creative and go to the local university for more appropriate learning.
	Months later and…
	ZAP!  can we say 3rd degree burn from electrical shock?
	Thought you could.

	Allen, however, wasn’t distressed—just in pain.  Driven by dire determination, though, Allen’s persistence persistently persevered and shortly before the Summer break the high school freshman managed to fashion an EMAD worthy of improvement.
	Mind control at its finest!
	Where most Users of such gadgets were becoming astounding bank robbers, thieves, super spies, super villains (no super heroes), Allen chose to be a bully revenger.  In his social, since third grade, there were a certain group of lads who were bullies to Allen.  He tolerated their foul names of him, teasings, and other assorted bully type bashing as Allen had little choice.  He yearned to be part of their social, to be liked, and not to be alone.
	With the mind controlling device in his hands—the bullying days were over!
	Kelly Noad-the-Toad, pals Fred Goobay, Darren Frankinsince, and twin brothers, Eric and Derrick Weesil.  All had pestered Allen since third grade.  Their verbal abuse had given Allen a bit of a complex.  Since 6th grade he had conjured retaliation but lacked support and the means in which to enable such.
	During their 8th grade season the bullying intensified.  The teasing increased and there were even some altercations of the physical nature.  Allen’s revenge festered thru the summer months.  He hoped the bastards would not be at the new high school come the Fall.  He was wrong.  They were there, and they quickly sought their victim out—but they, too, were victims of the upper classmen who sought THEM out!
	But being bullies, the upperclassmen gave them some credit and helped them pursuing lower class freshmen—specifically Allen.  This only prompted Allen to create the EMAD and enable its narly abilities.  Allen set his sights (and EMAD) on Kelly Noad first.
	Usually and Kelly was surrounded by his pals, but on this one particularly day and the lad was coming off of the football/track and field alone.  The football field was up on a long flat hill.  The lone boy clad in track running clothing carried a duffle bag of water and street clothes down the secondary trail that went behind the handball courts.  The space behind the courts and the upper field was notorious for student shenanigans—making out.  There were tall bushes that were thick and dense, a tool shed was there along with a weight room.
	Kelly was making his way to the boy’s gym when—
	‘Take off your clothes.’
	Of course, Allen had “tested” the Device previously in his neighborhood.
	Of course!
	Kelly, at first, slung off the mind invasion.  At first.  He felt sick, sea sick-sick; he stumbled and wavered a bit as he stood—as he stood before slipping off his shirt and then dropping his pants and undies.  Allen smiled—then,
	Once Kelly the Toad was naked—
	‘suck me.’
	Allen didn’t profess himself to be “gay” but…
	Kelly’s cock sucking of Allen was nothing about being gay; it was revenge.  It was power.  It was beyond mind control—and boggled Allen’s young mind to be sure.  Kelly revolted at sucking cock—and it wasn’t sure to Allen if the bully boy knew whose cock he was sucking.  Not that Allen cared.
	But the power of the EMAD overwhelmingly overwhelmed Kelly’s teen mind and he sucked-sucked-sucked Allen’s cock.  Allen’s cock DID get ceremoniously “hard” and the sucking action DID feel good.  It just felt better, though, in a girl’s mouth.
	A thought came to Allen’s mind.  A narly thought.
	‘you like sucking my dick.’
	Allen reiterated the notion several more times—all the while Kelly slurped and slobbered all over Allen’s cock (and balls!)  Allen began to thoroughly enjoy the suck action; he ran his fingers through the boy’s hair and began to have increasingly narly thoughts and notions.
	The following day and—
	“Hey, Allen,” said a beaming but confused Kelly, “can-can I—” long pause while his tortured mind processed the request, “can I suck your dick?” it was a strain to get the words out and it was definite that the young man was confused and highly perplexed.
	Back behind the handball courts and Allen whipped out his cock while a naked Kelly got on his knees and enjoyed sucking schlong.  Allen then fucked the young man’s face—skull fucking.  He managed to rally up an orgasm and squirt luscious fluid all over Kelly’s handsome face.
	The following day and back behind the handball courts there were the other bully associates—Fred Goodboy, Darren Frankensence and the twins, Eric and Derrick Weesil.  All had picked on Allen since grade school.  Allen had them all get naked.  The mind control was awesome!  Each boy exhibited signs of awareness but were unable to thwart the invasion.
	As Kelly once more slobbered on Allen’s dong;
	‘suck his dick.’
	The command request was made to Fred, Kelly’s right hand man.
	Fred hesitated, balked, slung his head, and looked like he was ready to hurl.
	But he didn’t.  He, at length, dropped to his knees and leaned awkwardly under the cock sucking Kelly and sucked HIS dick!  Darren, meanwhile, the son of a junior high principal, masturbated before kissing Kelly’s ass.
	‘—and his hole.’ Allen added.

	He wasn’t gay but he was happy!
	‘I could get used to this!’ he contently expressed to himself.
	And although Kelly, too, was not “gay” he seemed to have some sort of natural ability.  After Darren had kissed Kelly’s ass (and his hole!)—
	‘fuck him!’
	Darin seriously screwed up his face.  Kissing ass (and licking hole) was one thing—but butt fucking?  A dude’s hole?  Fred had managed to bring Kelly to orgasm—and Kelly had managed to bring Allen to orgasm, too!
	At length, though, Darren entered Kelly’s virgin shitter and sodomized him.
	To completion!
	The twins.  Eric and Derrick Weesil.  They were on the ‘short side’ and stocky but not buff.  Like most bullies, they were full of themselves and enjoyed picking on others, name calling, and spreading rumors.  Allen had them suck each other.  Being brothers and twins they shared a room.  Whether or not they were sexually active with each other was not known.  Regardless, Allen had them begin a sexual deviant lifestyle—beginning behind the handball courts!
	After they had sucked each other they sucked Fred and Darren—then sucked Kelly at the same time while Darren sodomized Fred.  Allen entered Kelly from behind, spanked him, and found that butt fucking a dude’s hole was not so bad.  (but he still wasn’t gay!)
	Day after day—the boys would assemble for a gangbang.  Kelly sucked Fred and the others and “received” a butt fucking from the others.  Soon and the boys were meeting after school at Kelly’s home.  No one was there and the boys were free to be “free.”
	Lots of sex.
	One day and the twins did not show for school.
	Hmmm
	Allen learned (from Kwlly) that the twins had been “caught” having sex with each other from their dad who beat the shit out of them putting them in the hospital and the dad in jail.  Bummer.
	Allen raided Kelly’s mom’s hamper finding her panties and having Kelly wear them.  Fred and Darren brought their own mom’s panties, wore them, and greatly pleased Allen to no end.
	The EMAD was impressive.  And Allen began to realize how impressive—he also realized the dangers.  Which was an impressive realization as most Users of an EMAD do not.  He thought of putting the EMAD away as it had served its useful purpose—making Kelly and his cohorts his sex slaves.  
	But then—
	Call it Fate or Happenstance but Allen just happened to see Kelly’s mom at a school function and immediately had outrageous thoughts about her.
	A couple of days later and Allen was having Kelly’s mom get naked before him.  Kelly was present, so was Fred and Darren.  The twins still had not been back to school.  After “June” had gotten naked she sucked Allen’s cock.  The other boys stood around them masturbating.
	Pleased beyond measure, Allen had Kelly lick his mom’s hole.  Then fuck it.
	Fred and Darren filled her backdoor before the mindless woman sucked them off—this after the boys “cleaned” their dirty dongs.  Kelly had cum in his mum’s bum and then creamed her turd chute, too.  By then he was exhausted and lay out in a very mindless condition on the floor—watching mindlessly as his pals sodomized his mom.  Fred didn’t cum and neither did Darren—they saved that for when they were sucked!
	A decision Allen had to make, fuck the woman himself first or let her son have the first fuck?  He decided to take first dibs and boned the woman himself first—having the others watch.  After cumming he had Fred and Darren lick the woman’s pussy clean—while Kelly sucked his cock clean!
	‘that’s it, me bitch,’ seethed Allen, ‘taste you’re mom’s pussy!’
	Afterwards and Kelly sunk his own cock into his mom’s cunt and fucked her until cumming off.  It pleased Allen and pleased him well.  He spanked Kelly as he engaged incestuously with his mom—then sat back smiling devilishly as Fred and Darren took their turns.
	Kelly reported some months later that his mom was pregnant.
	Well!  Imagine that!

	Well, dash it all, the Liver Cancer has spread or is spreading and due to my rather “shortened” size (I’m a Little Person if’in ye dinna know) a liver transplant is kind of difficult.  Doctors suggested that I lay off drinking for awhile.  You don’t want to know what I “suggested” to the doctors.
	So, anyways, I’ve not posted a story segment in “awhile” or written word one in same time.  Been in the hospital a little time and me mind—well, it aint quite the same.  I surmise that it was booze that may have fueled my perverted thoughts.  So be it.  I’ve lost a little of the direction I was going but thankfully there are eleven pages of “notes” and such.  There are pending characters from this chapter and previous to get back to and so there’s that—as soon as I remember what I was going to lead them to.  So, anyways, here’s some snipets and or short stories to hold you whisker biscuits over until I’m write again. 

Tale of the Dildo
	The new housing development outside of Klumpfield was quaint, the quintessential setting for housing up and coming young and middle aged people.  There was a park here, one there, and one over there; a couple of churches, some schools, corner shopping stores, a creepy house, small hospital, and a spooky forest on one side of the developed development.
	Charles James Kolby found interest in the “creepy house.”  It was close by at the end of the developed street and had been there before the other houses had come along.  It was an old Victorian style home, 3 stories, old, decrepit, creepy.  One large dead tree in the front yard that was enclosed by falling down brick walls.  The grass was old and decaying, as was the house itself.
	An old man was known to be living there—maybe living.  No one ever saw him!  Anytime anyone walked by the house or got too close the tree in the front yard was said to “moan.”
	Charles, or CJ, was twelve and well aware that there was no such thing as Santa Clause, Tooth Fairies, Easter Bunnies, truthful adults.  But he wasn’t one hundred percent about ghosts.  Witches and wizards fell into the “unknown” category, too.
	One day while “watching” the house from his second floor bedroom, CJ noted a girl walking down the sidewalk—making her way to the spooky house!  She was toting a little blue wagon loaded with—with cookies!  Boxes of cookies!  She wore a smart outfit of some sort of skirt with suspenders and a crisp white blouse with ruffled shoulders.  A single ponytail hung down her to the middle of her back; she had freckles, a pert little nose and gave CJ some wild thoughts.
	When the girl was within twelve feet of the spooky house CJ realized that she was “within twelve feet of the spooky house”!
	“HEY!” he shouted from his window—but she was too far away to hear him so he bolted from his room and made his way to her.
	“HEY!” he said panting (from the opposite side of the street, “Don’t go there!”
	“Why not?” asked the girl.
	CJ shook his head, “It’s not a nice place.”
	The girl was not deterred, “Humph!” she scoffed, “I’ve been to not nice places before!” and continued to make her way clipboard tucked tightly to her bod.
	CJ dreaded it but crossed the street that deadended at the spooky mansion.
	“Nobody goes there.” CJ said.  As he came up to the girl—he quickly took note of her nice body, specifically her breasts.  She was about his age, twelve; nice legs, face, and breasts.  He began to ache and had thoughts of wonderment—about what she looked like naked!

	“I can make a sell to anyone!” Jenny said proudly.
	Jenny was a cookie hocker, went to a private school for girls, and warmed the very cockles of CJ’s soul.  He imagined her taking a shower.
	“Hello?” Jenny said noting the boy’s blank look suggesting a far-far away look.
	CJ caught himself, got embarrassed, and blushed.
	“Sorry,” he said apologetically, “it’s just—well, people don’t go there.”
	Jenny was not put off by the lack of friendly neighbors.  She continued her way and CJ was right with her tugging on her elbow.  
	“Hey!” he said almost desperately, “You don’t understand, NO ONE goes there—not even the mailman!”
	Although that was of some concern to Jenny that even if the mailperson didn’t go to the creepy house there might be some validity to CJ’s concern.
	Still,
	“I’ve got to make sales today.” She had a quota and then some to uphold and spooky house or no—
	As she (and CJ) passed the old old OLD lifeless unknown type tree—
	“MO-OOOOAN!” the tree creaked, shuddered, and moaned.
	For a moment and Jenny clenched herself.  She was twelve, and like CJ, no longer believed in fairy tale creatures.  Still, though—
	After getting a grip of herself she blatantly barged thru the open gate pulling her cookie laden wagon.  It was a good thing CJ’s best friend, Calvin “Chowder” Boybegone was off with his family for the weekend or there wouldn’t have been a cookie box to sell!
	When midway along the broken sidewalk—the front door of the crumbling gray mansion squeaked open.  The window shudders all began banging open and shut, the house creaked and shuddered and a long limb from the tree reached out towards Jenny.
	“HEY!” shouted CJ, “Watch out!”
	Jenny turned and the tree limb lashed out at CJ smacking him to the ground.
	Jenny screamed and the tree limb struck her in the chest sending her toppling backwards.  Luckily there was a red carpet sticking out of the house like a tongue catching the girl pulling her into the house.  CJ jumped up and chased after.  The tree limb help out by “pushing” the boy.  He stumbled up the steps and fell into the dark—creepy—spooky house.

	The smell wafting up his nose was unpleasant.  Musty and offensive.  Darkness enveloped him and he quickly concluded what all boys and men knew—girls were trouble.
	He coughed, sputtered, and tried his best to see.
	But the darkness was quite—dark.
	“Hello?” he called out in almost a squeaky-mousy voice.
	No response.  He didn’t even know the girl’s name!
	Slowly—his eyes adjusted.  He sat still—waiting.  Waiting to hear a noise—any noise.  There was none.  Standing up and he stirred up a flurry of dust spores causing him to choke and sneeze.  Both actions caused him to stumble over unseen furniture.  More sneezing, coughing, sputtering led him to stumble into a narrow hallway.
	Then he was “pushed” by someone—or something.
	More stumbling and then falling.
	The floor simply gave way and down he went—ten feet to a lower room where he fell onto a mass of old mattresses.  The air was cold and stale and horribly upset with dust spores.  Scrambling madly around he touched something.
	A leg.
	Startled and flew backwards having a hundred thoughts—none of them good.  He sat in the pitch darkness huddling to himself.  He shivered in some fear and waited.
	‘Hmmm’ he thought to himself, ‘could that have been the girl?’ 
	Now, though, he wasn’t sure where she was—there was virtually nothing that he could see or make it whatsoever.
	Suddenly, there was a tapping sound.
	CJ turned his attention to where he heard the sound.
	There was light!
	A match first was struck and then a candle came to life.
	Perplexed, CJ remained as he was as the sudden light now blinded him.
	This was only temporary and as his eyes once more adjusted he plucked up the candle that was in an old brass holder.  As to “who” or “what” had struck up the candle he had no idea.  The air was still thick with dust spores but the candle flame made quick work of them and gave the boy enough light to see.
	And it WAS the girl he had touched earlier.
	She lay unconscious and in a precarious position—er, curious.  Her legs were UP alongside the wall and—AND her pleated grayish skirt had fallen in such a way as to reveal her nice blue panties.
	CJ stared with mouth open realizing that it WAS the first time he had seen a real live girl in her underwear (and not the mannequins at the department store.)

	Then a voice spoke out from the darkness—
	“Take her underwear off!”
	CJ was startled.
	He stared and stared at the girl and although he was curious—he didn’t comply.  
	“Come now,” spoke the voice again, “she’s unconscious and wont know.”
	Licking his lips there was contemplation.  Nervously he stretched out his hand—but at the last moment stopped himself.  His breathing was hard and labored and not one thought could he think straight.
	“I-I cant.” He said timidly.
	“Pussy!” sneered the voice.
	CJ took umbrage at being name called.
	“Am not!” he angrily charged and slowly he reached out his hand with trembling fingers.  Just as he touched the girl’s panty a loud creaking was heard—like stone-on-stone.
	Which, in this case—it was.
	CJ brought the candlelight’s flickering flame to where the noise was.
	There was a wall—a stone wall that had now a half door opened in it.
	The girl moaned.
	Compassion replaced perversion and CJ helped the girl sit up—including taking hold of her legs pulling them down.
	“You alright?” he asked out of concern.
	The girl rubbed the back of her head saying “What the eff happened?”
	Eff?
	“You fell down,” he chuckled, “then I followed.”
	“Where are we?”
	CJ shrugged, “Don’t know—it’s dark!”
	There was light in the new room newly opened.
	After dusting herself off and reeling a bit from the bang to the head she followed the boy into the new room.

	“Whoa!” said CJ.
	“Holy shit!” quipped Penny.
	The walls of the new room were of a curious “yellow” hue, stone, and ornately etched with drawings of the crude kind—and “crude” not being the state of the drawing but the type.
	One drawing was of an Egyptian-like female, nude, sucking an elongated penis of a nude Egyptian-like male.  The male was standing proudly, side view, hands on hips, enjoying immensely being pleasured.  In an adjoining etching the elongated penis of the male was jammed most the way into a female on all fours.
	In her ass!
	The next picture was the same but the woman was sucking a penis.
	Another pic had the male alone masturbating.
	A female laying out on a backless sofa, legs spread and draped over the edge of the sofa blatantly exposing her nakedness—fingering herself.  Two males in the next picture were double teaming a female.  Another female in another picture was whipping a male!
	Hundreds, thousands! of drawings were on all four walls, the floor and ceiling, too!  There were stone sofas, large stone planters, and a water fountain feature—with water spouting from a large stone planter in the center.
	The girl, Jenny, was gushing—and itching.
	The boy, CJ, was mesmerized—and itching.
	“Ow!” broke out Jenny—as she was “breaking out” in apparent skin rashes.
	CJ noted that he, too, was scratching unknowingly.
	Then, Penny had to do one of those polite cheek sneaks to satisfy a pesky itch buried between the cheeks.  CJ had an impossible itch—his balls.  There was no way he could satisfy it with the girl right there.  It was aggravating and becoming desperate.
	All over their bodies the itching was becoming a plague causing Jenny to ditch humility and shuck her shoes and stockings.  Ravishingly she ravaged her tender near lily white skin to little avail.
	CJ shucked his pants to get after his thighs and very nearly rake his skin raw.
	“Try the water.” spoke a voice.
	Jenny wasted no time and put her bare feet into the fountain’s water.
	Instant relief.
	Slowly the girl eased into the “just above the ankles” depth water.  Her legs were well covered in the refreshing water and she began splashing her arms and neck, too.  CJ unbashful-like stripped off his pants and nearly barrel jumped into the fountain.
	“Ooooooh!” he exclaimed, “that’s better!”
	He was in his underwear but it he didn’t care and Jenny didn’t seem to mind.
	The itching, however, was only satisfied where the water reached.
	“If you take off your clothing—” the voice said but nothing more.
	CJ pulled off his shirt (but kept his tidy whiteys on) and laid out in the water that barely covered him but refreshed him just the same.  He turned over burying his face in the water and blew bubbles.
	Penny hesitated slightly.  But the itching was overwhelming and she slipped off her skirt and blouse keeping her bra and panties on.  Then she did like CJ and immersed herself.
	“Wow!” said CJ, “this feels good!”
	It must have been ‘cause CJ had wood.
	Or maybe it was because of some other reason?
	Turning onto his back and CJ had a very pronounced defined erection showing thru his underwear.  At the moment and he didn’t care as he lay in soothing water having a body that was itch free.
	Jenny noted the defined erection; she blushed and was somewhat embarrassed—but couldn’t stop herself from “looking.”
	Before anything else—a noise got their attention.
	More stone grinding against stone.
	The semi nude kids flew out of fountain finding that the door they had come thru was now closed.
	“Well that aint good!” said a wet dripping CJ with a hard-on.
	“We are so screwed!” uhm….
	CJ searched for a seam, even wisely brought the candle flame up to the wall seeing if the flame would flicker (indicating air indicating a seam.)
	There was no flicker.
	“We’re screwed.” concluded the boy.
	Suddenly,
	“What’s that!?” Jenny said—as in “what’s that sound?”
	Whirling around and the two saw something scurrying.  Jenny grabbed CJ’s hand bringing it around to where the scurrying was.  Too late, the “scurrying” was some sort of undetermined creature making off with their clothes!  The chase that ensued was short as the scurrying creature scurried into a wall crevice.  Unwisely and CJ stuck his hand inside the crevice only to yelp in pain as something bit it!
	“Put your hand in the water!” boomed the voice.
	In pain and discomfort CJ stuck his hand into the fountain’s water.
	“Your OTHER HAND!” re-boomed the voice as CJ had put his un-bitten hand into the fountain’s water.  Jenny nodded that that was a good/better idea.
	Lo (and behold!) the wound on CJ’s finger instantly was healed.
	The kids stared at the wound that was.
	“Wow.” the two said together.
	 “Yes,” said the voice, “now, if you promise to be good—that is to say, not to TAKE things that are not yours!  Then you may come up.”
	CJ and Jenny looked to one another.  They were confused but accepted the offer with a shrug and a mutual saying “Ok.”
	A door in one of the walls opened revealing a narrow stairway UP.
	There was dim light at the top of the stairs, the kids in their wet underwear made their way greeted by a tall man in fancy colorful silk robes.  He had a long, long beard of pitch black with a braided knot at the bottom.  A long odd shaped had of equal pitch black was atop his head.
	“Welcome to my lab.” The man said, the owner of “the voice.”
	The “lab” was a large library with tables.  On the tables were typical mad scientist contraptions for making of potions and whatnot.
	“I’m Konan Monsterhouse.” the man said.  He was tall, six foot plus.  Age was indeterminate but “ancient” suffices.  
	“I’m CJ!” CJ said proudly.  His erection had diminished so that was a plus.
	“Penny Wayfair.” Penny said plainly.
	CJ was all about looking at the mass volumes of books.
	“You would be more comfortable without your underwear.” Konan made mention.
	And to Penny’s surprise—CJ shucked his wet tidy whiteys as he prowled about the dimly lit no-window (or door) room.
	Penny had no intention of doing same.
	The volumes of books were mind boggling to CJ; mostly ‘cause the names of them were written in some sort of archaic writing.
	Konan eyed the girl.
	“Cookie?” he said politely.
	“Hey!” said Penny, “Those are MY cookies!”
	Konan chuckled, ‘well, my dear, they’re mine now!’
	“Are clothes were taken by some creature in that room below.”
	“There are many creatures “down below”,” he snorted, “all have itchy fingers for taking things NOT BELONGING TO THEM!” he shouted the last part in so as those creatures in the room below might hear him.
	CJ scratched his bare butt and continued perusing the books, then the equipment on the tables.
	“What are you doing?” Penny asked.
	“Experiments, mostly.” Replied Konan.
	“What kind of experiments?” CJ asked.
	“Don’t touch that!” quipped almost angrily Konan.
	CJ almost touched a glass beaker that held a curious glowing green goo.
	“Opening portals to other dimensions,” said the man, “creature creations, summoning creatures, and—”
	“Doom bomb?” said CJ finding a non-cryptic writing on a small blackboard.
	“Oh, that—that’s nothing of concern, just something I was fooling with concerning ancient writings that foretold of pending destruction similar to that mentioned in the Bible.”
	“Nude bomb?” said a startled Penny finding another non-cryptic writing on another blackboard.
	Konan chuckled, “Well, that one—well, it’s about making everyone unclothed.”
	“Why?”
	“Well, in mild climates clothing is merely optional; if we were all unclothed then we wouldn’t be able to hide anything—dangerous—and we would all get along much more splendidly—doncha think?”
	Penny wasn’t sure, but CJ—“Makes sense to me!”
	‘Wont you take off your underwear, now?’
	Penny shook her head—although the man had not actually spoken “words” she had indeed heard him. 
	A pair of skeletons emerged right out of one of the bookcase walls.
	“Well?” said Konan addressing them.
	The skeletons chattered something in skeletonese to which Konan bowed his head shaking it.
	“Infuriating!” he shouted.
	The skeleton minions wisely backed back into the bookcase wall.
	“What’s going on?” asked Penny.
	“I sent those three on a mission.”
	“Three?” said Penny, “But there were only two?”
	“Correct, the third was disassembled by the groutons.”
	“Groutons?”
	“Smallish infuriating creatures who have been stealing from me!”
	Konan was quite angry.
	“Perhaps YOU and your naked friend can help me.”
	Penny licked her lips nervously.  Her young mind was fraught with confusion and woe—the woe being half naked with a stranger, a boy she just met, no idea where she was, and her mother was going to kill her.
	“Wh-what do we have to do?”
	“It’s simple, really, just go after the groutons, retrieve some items that they have stolen, and return to me.”
	“Sounds good!” chirped CJ.
	“Uh, yeah, but—what’s in it for me—er, us?”
	“I’ll show you the way out.”
	“Works for me!” chimed CJ again.

	Back down into the lower room with the water fountain (and naughty drawings on the walls).
	“You wont be able to chase the groutons thru the wall in your current state of size.”
	“What do you mean?” asked Jenny.
	Kronon smiled and handed the two a small leather flask.

	“One drink—and you’ll be as small as a mouse!” exclaimed Kronon.
	“And another drink will make us—back to normal size?” inquired (hopefully) Jenny.
	“Yes—yes, of course.  Sure.” sure.
	“Do not drink more than one sip at a time!” warned Kronon, “Or you’ll be as small as a dust mite!” and there’s no recovery from that.
	Facing the wall where the “grouton” creature had fled with their clothes and the kids took a sip.
	It was vile.
	It was unworthy of swallowing.  It tingled on the tongue and set fire to all else.	
	CJ snorted, coughed, wheezed, sputtered, and then suddenly was “as small as a mouse!”
	Jenny was likewise.
	Minutes were needed to recover.
	“I-I don’t want to do that again!” sputtered Penny.
	“Me either.” coughed CJ.
	Being as small as mice the two easily crept thru a crack in the wall that was now quite large.  Cold air greeted them, strange offensive smells filled their already tortured senses.
	The wall was a nominal foot wide.
	“Hello!” said a cheerful voice.
	The area behind the wall was inundated with roots, rocks, crumbling stone foundation, and garbage.  Lots of small stuff taken from Konan’s upper rooms.  There, too, was light emitting from some source unknown.  The air was horribly musty smelling, like earth and decaying earth.
	The kids turned and saw something that very muchly boggled their minds.
	It was—for all intensive purposes—a dick.  A real live cock, life like and not much taller than the kids themselves.  It walked on two legs and “had a pair.”  No pubes but at the head it had a mouth where the piss slit was.
	“Welcome to Godless!” beamed the dick.  It bent down so it could address the newcomers.  A pair of very small eyes were on each side of the piss slit/mouth.
	“Uh, we—we’re on a mission.”
	The dick chortled.
	“What’s so funny?” asked CJ.
	“Well, you’ll find out!” the dick turned saying “This way.”
	The kids looked to one another and followed.
	“Oh, by the way,” said the dick, “my name’s Choda.”

	“The Wizard sent you to take back some things?”
	Thru a narrow passage of dirt and rocks Choda led the pair to a large underground “room”.  Here there were piles and piles of “stuff” taken from the wizard covering several months to years.
	Choda seemed excited and darted about chattering to himself.
	“This is whacked.” CJ chortled.
	Penny shook her head—and tried not to notice the boy standing by her side naked.
	Choda danced about dashing in and about the mounds of stoled goods before disappearing completely.
	“Hey, where’d he go?”
	Penny was concerned, too.
	“I guess we should gather some of this stuff and take it back to the wizard.”
	CJ shrugged and began picking up odds and ends of beakers, vials, books when Choda returned even more excited than he was before.  So much so that he was secreting a milky substance from his sidewise mouth.  He was drooling!
	“Hey!” he shouted, “The groutons will not like you taking their stuff!”
	“It’s not their stuff,” said Penny strongly, “it belongs to the guy upstairs.”
	“No, it’s the grouts’ stuff!” stated the life-like dick.
	The banter went back and forth when a small bevy of grouts came scurrying out from the earthen walls.  They were not unlike blobs of green globules having no discernible body parts—just a glob.  They shuddered and turned several shades of green.
	“Ut-oh,” Choda said, “you’ve got them upset—time to go!” he quickly very quickly he hurried out thru a crack in a mound of earth.
	“What’ll we do!?” said a near panic Jenny.
	“I know!” said a confident CJ and he grabbed Jenny’s hand practically dragging her thru the earth following after Choda.

	“Haven’t we been here before?” Penny said almost scoffingly.
	It was a three walled room with depictions of those crude/rude drawings of ancient Egyptians having outrageous sex.  There was no fountain and only three walls.
	“I can show you the way out.” said Choda.
	“That’s great!” said CJ.
	“But what about the wizard guy and his stuff?”
	“Oh, that’s no bother.  It’s a game!”
	Jenny didn’t understand; CJ was once more perusing the small 2by2 tiles of intricate (and informative) drawings.
	“You said you could show us the way out?”
	“Oh yes—yes-yes-yes!”
	“Ok.” Jenny said—but she sensed there was a hitch.
	“So what do you want?” she asked.
	Choda danced about drooling more and more.
	“Well, since you asked!” and he bent over bringing his soiled “head” close to Jenny’s face.
	“I’d like you to kiss me!”
	Jenny’s brown eyes bulged and she backed up.
	“No way!”
	Choda shot back up, “Aw, come on!  One little kiss—and a suck job, and out you go!”
	“Suck job!”
	“Not all the way, of course, just the head—and roll your tongue all around me crown!”
	Jenny grabbed her stomach and then grabbed CJ’s hand, “Come on, we’re getting out of here!” with or without Choda’s help.

	A wall of grime slimy groutons changed their minds (and direction.)
	Jenny, though, was still in a no-way about “kissing” and sucking Choda’s head.  But Choda was persistent and the situation was desperate.  It was getting cold in the underground and with no known way out—
	“Alright—alright.” Jenny was not pleased but if she did it quick like…
	Choda bounced about on his spiny little legs; his bald testicles swelled up and once more he bent over.  The goo on his mouth was still there causing Jenny to cringe.  Clutching her stomach and shutting her eyes tight she briefly kissed Choda’s mouth.
	The dancing dong leaped with glee.  Although the kiss was a mere peck it pleased the excitable schlong greatly.
	“Do it again!” he shouted, “Do it again!”
	Jenny was less enthused but “did it again”.
	Jenny did not want to do it again.
	“If you don’t,” said the dancing dick serious for a moment, “you’ll never get out!”
	Relenting, and vehemently reeling, Jenny submitted to kissing the sidewise mouth—then—THEN rolling her tongue around the slippery edge of the crown!
	“GROSS!”
	Choda was pleased and smeared his smegma about the girl’s face.
	She was less enthused.
	“Play along, my sweet,” giggled the dick, “and you’ll soon be home!”
	Gritting her young body and Jenny allowed Choda to smear her.
	Along the way through a long tunnel and Jenny lost her bra—the protruding roots and such sought to hold her and as she wrenched away her bra was sacrificed.  Her panties were removed on her way up an incline and “something” grabbed the undies where a struggle ensued.  End result was the girl came away without her undies.  Through a water/sewage pipe and more earth, the kids were led to something of a swamp.  It was actually a breech from a backed up overflowing nearby waste tank.
	Jenny thought she would puke.
	CJ did.
	Having no nose Choda didn’t know what the problem was.
	“Get us out of here!” wailed Jenny.
	“I will!  I will!” jeered Choda, “but first!”  
	“But first—what?” asked a leery retching Jenny.
	“I want to kiss you!”
	Jenny felt ill but closed her eyes and leaned forward.
	“No, oh no,” giggled the dick, “lower!”
	Jenny didn’t understand and lowered her head.
	“Too funny!” laughed Choda.  “Between yer legs!” snickered the life-like cock, “I want to kiss you nookie!”
	Jenny felt faint.  Shaking her head, “Noooooo way!” she covered her “nookie” with her hands.
	Choda, “Suit yerself!” and quickly darted out of sight amongst the gross drippings of vile vines and other atrocious noxious disgusting things.  Darkness began to encroach and the stench of the waste tank began to “overflow” the pair causing Jenny to call of for Choda.
	“Ok—alright—you—you can kiss me there!”
	She had to call out several more times before the dancing prancing dong returned.  The gloom of the awful area retreated and Jenny gritted as the cock pressed his glistening knob to her hairless poon.
	“Aahhhhh!” he breathed as he stood erect, “That’s nice!”
	Twice more did Choda “kiss” Jenny’s poon then,
	“Follow me!”

	A few minutes thru a maze of tunnels and the kids were brought back to yet another room much like the others.  Again, no fountain, but four walls with larger drawings of peoples having sex.  The dancing dick was even more excited.
	“We’re close now!” he said.
	“So what do you want now?” asked Jenny now suspecting.
	“The same!” bursted the dick, “Just more of it!”
	Jenny was thankful to be out of the horrible swamp but…
	Laid out on one of the stone sofas and Jenny braced as Choda had talked her into laying out so allowing him to “kiss” her most holy of holies.  The dancing dick did a little more of kissing than Jenny liked—he was probing!
	And CJ was masturbating!
	He wasn’t necessarily watching Choda “probe” Jenny but enjoying looking at the intricate drawings.  They were really explicit—and some seemed to be moving!  Jenny moaned on the sofa as Choda breeched her young virgin cunny.  The milky substance spurting from Choda’s mouth helped ease his way into her and then he began to pump.
	Jenny was overwhelmed.
	CJ began watching and became increasingly aroused.
	Choda had measurably “entered” Jenny whereas the entirety of his “head” was within.  He sat up smacking his mouth with gobs of goo squirting from therein.  Jenny was left a little delirious, speechless, and devirginized.  Choda smeared his goo all over the naked girl—it was not only life giving but mind changing as well.
	Then, just as Choda was once more making another entry—
	“Well!  There you are!” said another voice.
	From a crack in one of the walls came a new creature.
	It resembled Jenny’s vagina.
	It was hairless, like Jenny’s, life-like, and in proportion in relative size to Choda and the kids.
	“Not you again!” angrily seethed Choda.
	“Been avoiding me!” spurted the newcomer.  She then saw the masturbating CJ—
	“Well,” she said changing her tone and demeanor, “what have we here!?”
	Like Choda, the talking pussy had a pair of sumptuous legs.  Her “mouth” showed evidence of a cunt being well plunged.
	“I’m Poon, Poon Tang.”
	“CJ.” said the naked stroking boy.
	“Let me guess,” sneered the talking cunt, “He promises to lead you the way out?”
	Jenny was still delirious and unable to communicate; CJ continued to please himself and nodded his head.
	“HE doesn’t know the way out!” Poon snickered crossly, “I do!”
	Jenny moaned and methodically began fingering her slobbered on pussy.
	“Ok,” CJ said, “Which way?”
	“Not that easy, kid,” said the poon, “FIRST!”
	Unlike a reluctant Jenny, CJ was more than willing to submit to the wiles of a talking cunt.
	“FUCK ME!” commanded Poon—and CJ did so infacto.
	Sinking his pre-teen dick into the talking pussy was a no-brainer.
	And despite the “lips” of the cunt there was snugness giving the boy much pleasure.  Poon Tang made lots of noises.  An infuriated Choda re-entered Jenny and it was a fuck fest.
	Like Jenny, CJ was left a little delirious after his interaction with Poon.

	Upon awakening (from their delirium) the kids were fraught with terrible headaches.  Body aches followed.  They were naked (and no longer virgins!)  dirty, grimy and somewhat stanky.  It took a long while before they came around.  Their situation was dire; they were lost with no idea how to get out.
	Then, suddenly—there was light.
	A great wash of light came down from a suddenly appearing stairway.
	Every fiber of their being was on fire but they tredged up the stairs to Wizard Konan’s library/laboratory.  He wasn’t there.  Who had opened the door?
	“We need to get home.” said a dejected Penny.
	CJ looked around, then at himself—
	“We need our clothes, too.”
	Penny was no longer embarrassed or blushed about being so vulnerable.
	“D-did what happened to us—happen?” she asked.
	CJ shrugged.  “I dunno,” then, “and I don’t wanna know!”
	Penny smiled.
	“I am in SOOOO much trouble!”  being naked with a boy (who was naked) was one thing, but her clothes!
	Half a moment later and there the door that led to the lower room closed and there on the floor were the kids’ clothes!  Quickly they scurried into their clothes—then looked wildly about for the door that led out.  A bony hand stuck out from the mass volumes of books pecking at a wall of books.  The kids approached and a “door” of books opened opening the way to a dim lit living room and the front door.
	The front door opened and the kids bolted.

	“Soooo much trouble!” Jenny wailed.
	“Maybe not.” CJ offered.  Taking the girl’s hand he led her to his house and to the laundry room.  There he began stripping off his soiled clothing and Jenny did likewise.
	Neither spoke and neither gawked at the other’s “naughty bits.”
	The clothes were dumped into the washer and the kids nakedly prowled the adjoining kitchen.  A soda a piece and some fudge and a few minutes wait for the washer to complete its cycle.
	“Well, clothes are clean.” Penny said—but she herself as well as CJ were thoroughly soiled.  CJ again took the girl’s hand and led her to the upstairs bathroom that he used.  Together they showered.
	They also kissed.
	Blossoming love?  As the two stood nakedly in the shower it just sort of happened—the kiss.  It wasn’t passionate but it was more than a simple peck.  They embraced and very nearly reached that which could be called—passion.
	Once out of the shower and clean as possible—they made love on the bathroom floor.  Seemed like the thing to do.  Jenny firstly “SUCKED HIS DICK!” like she had Choda.  Sucking CJ’s schlong was more pleasurable than slurping on the talking dick.  In turn, CJ licked out Penny’s cunt as he had been schooled by Poon Tang the talking cunt to do.  Full on fucking followed.
	Some days later when parental units were elsewhere for a few hours leaving CJ and Penny unsupervised, they once more made their way to wizard’s house.  Once more they were on an underground adventure—they were a little more wiser this time around.  Still, what’s an adventure if you’re wise about it?
	End.

	Well my little whisker biscuits—it’s Thursday and tomorrow I’m off to the hospital for a “procedure.”  Not sure when I will be back writing and posting so I’m posting this snipet for now.