August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 45
Brave New Perversion

Part II
	So, with a Mind Eraser, a new plan came to Kosmo’s mind.  With Karl and the girls, Nellie and Patricia, he scooted north to Francis Darrel.   The girl scouts, Becky and Cheryl, along with the ranger, Nancy Dill, remembered nothing when they were finally rescued.  They were taken to a hospital to be “checked out” and it was determined by some team of experts on those matters that the three had been raped—and sodomized.
	Not much more information other than that was released.  It worried Kosmo slightly if the “experts” had found any lingering evidence.  Francis asked of his new friend, “Been in the service?  Army, Navy?”
	“No.”
	“Ever been arrested?”
	Again, “No.”
	“Then you aren’t in a data base police can use.”
	That was good ‘cause the shit was about to get real.

Is that a banana in your ass or are you just happy to see me?
	Patricia Mantrapp was already dazed and very uncomfortable.  When it would be all said and done she wouldn’t really need a mind zap to erase her experience—but would get one anyhow.
	“You’re a busy guy!” smirked commenting Francis.
	“It’s a hobby.” replied Kosmo.
	“I have plans for her,” Kosmo said about Patricia, “the other two are just extras.”
	“Extra” Karl was willing but concerned.  Nellie was—deranged.  Both Kosmo and Karl had taken turns fucking her brains out.  Karl thoroughly enjoyed it one hundred twenty-seven percent.  Patricia was being saved for a later date but Karl was promised that he, too, would get to fuck her.
	Although Francis was pleased to see his friend again and had said “come on up!” when informed earlier of Kosmo’s “need” it was an inopportune timing.  No matter, though, “more the merrier!”  Kosmo arrived just after dark and was directed to bring his “cargo” directly into the dungeon—er, basement.

	It was an unfinished basement, a mancave in progress.  A progress that had been going on for close to 20 years.  At one end; an air hockey table, a tiki bar, some “island” masks on the walls, some fishing nets, bamboo flooring, hammocks, and general stuff to make an “island” feel.  At the other end—water heater, air conditioning, washer/dryer, that sort.
	Present was a fellow teacher and his family.
	The teacher, Walley, was in peril and had come to Francis to bail him out—much like Kosmo had.  Wally’s family, Louise, sat mindless on a long sofa against the wall by the air hockey game; beside her sat her daughters from a previous marriage; Adena and Lisa.  Adena was fifteen years and Lisa was four years.
	It was Lisa whose name Wally called out while fucking his wife.
	She kinda freaked out and took it bad.  They fought non-physical but Louise would not calm down as Wally tried in vain to come up with a back-up plan.  He had none.  The woman was unable to be calm or accepting of her new husband’s goof in mentioning her daughter during sex.  So, Wally did the only sensible thing he could think of—wallop her upside the head with a heavy school book.  It dazed her but not enough—so he clobbered her again—and again—and then one more time to render her unconscious.
	The kids?
	Little Lisa was a sound sleeper—so sound that she never knew when her new daddy was molesting her.  New daughter Adena slept with earphones on.
	Wally knew that Francis had an EMAD “of some kind.”  They had once had a spank fest with a pair of fourteen year old teens caught making out.  The boy’s dick was as were the girl’s titties.
	Wally was apprehensive; like Kosmo, he needed his family’s minds erased.
	It was complicated; too complicated for an English teacher.  To “fix” their minds—with the addition of accepting Wally’s horny ways would take a little time.  Although he was assured that his family would not remember any of the night’s doings he was still wavering on panic mode.
	Then Kosmo and company arrived.  After some socializing, some drinks, Kosmo and Karl playing air hockey, the business at hand got underway.  With a camera rolling it was revealed that the girl, Patricia, had a banana up her bum.  It was startling to Wally.
	How?
	More perplexity when newcomer Kosmo donned an ape outfit.
	More perplexity when the girl, Patricia, pooped out a banana.
	But seeing the teenage girl naked—regardless of her pooping a banana—was enticing.  Her shaven pussy was spanked—hard.  Her legs spread wide and the ape man, Kosmo, spanked her cunny with a belt.  It got Wally hard.

	As Wally began to fondle himself he was noticed by Kosmo.
	Kosmo gave a little smile and a head nod.  He himself wore nothing but an ape head mask; Francis the same—to go with the theme.  There wasn’t a spare mask but a Halloween ghoulish mask, a clown headdress (property of Kosmo Koaltraine.) the man had issues…
	With the camera rolling the junior high teacher clad in a bloody clown headdress fucked Patricia Mantrapp.  He wore black socks to accompany the “outfit.”  The camera zoomed in on the man’s cock slamming into the teenager’s pussy.  Her daddy was going to lose his mind—which was a part of Kosmo’s “revenge” plan.
	When Wally got his nuts off he moved up the teen’s body slapping his saucy cock between the mounds and continuing to hump squirting some cum onto the ill-fated girl’s face.  She was out of her mind.  Her hands were tied behind her via “vine” rope; when she flailed her legs too much she got electrocuted.
	Wally put his cum soaked cock into her mouth saying “Taste your pussy, bitch!”  Kosmo and Francis winked to one another—a disciple was born!

	Karl got to put his tool into Patricia, too.  He was more into doing so to Nellie—and did, but it was Patricia first; followed by Kosmo followed by Francis.  The girl was spanked ridiculously; her legs spread wide as she was facing downward and at an angle against a loveseat her body against the cushions.  Karl sat atop the love seat with his cock buried into the girl’s mouth as she was struck with a belt.
	Meanwhile, Wally was with his family.
	He had his new wife, a part Mexican part American white, and his two new daughters, Adena and Lisa.  He had his new wife and teenage daughter, Adena to mess with as he wished.  Who did he choose?  Yeah, the young one, Lisa.  The four year old.
	Lisa wore powder blue pajamas with funny cartoon characters all over the set.  On the long lounge sofa the usually timid man pulled the jammies off of the young girl—constantly checking his wife and Adena.  Occasionally he would check to see what new shit Francis and Kosmo were doing then return to what HE was doing.
	Basic white panties the child wore.  Down they came.  Slowly.  He did so often at home—Lisa was a sound-sound sleeper.  The wife often worked nights leaving Wally to his nighttime shenanigans.  Nothing too serious—but may outlandish.  At home, once the jammies were down and so were the panties the touching began.  A little fingering—then a LOT of fingering.  As time went on he found out just how much he could get away with.
	Then, of late, he had discovered he could get away with a lot!
	Wally’s new family had been new to him for less than a year.  He had been a good parent and something of a father figure for the one who had stepped out on them.  Blasting out Lisa’s name during sex with her mother!  Oh!  More than a faux pa—much  more.  It was a serious fuck up.
	And Wally wasn’t just satisfied with fingering little Lisa, he had to step it up with grinding his cock against her until ejaculating.  For minutes he would lay beside her in her bed, usually just before midnight and finger her pussy until he was ready to bust.  Then, slipping her clothes off he positioned himself between her legs and humped her little slit until spewing.  He did—he did very muchly want to fuck her mouth—then her pussy and asshole.  She was far too young for either of the latter but he would like to try.
	He knew that with Adena, the fifteen year old, there was nothing there.  She didn’t like him to begin with.  Little Lisa didn’t know no better and loved him.
	Checking the progress of Francis and Kosmo—they were double teaming the girl Patricia while the boy, Karl, was fucking the other girl in the ass while he worked a banana in her pussy!
	Wally slipped Lisa’s panties off then paused only a moment or two to stare—to really stare at the girl’s cunny.  Her mother sat right beside them staring into oblivion.  Wally went down on the young girl sinking into depravity and ease.  His tongue tongued everywhere with the knowing that there was little to no retribution.  Pulling her legs up he really went to town lapping his tongue all over, licking her asshole even!
	He licked and licked and was happy-happy!  With no consequences for his illicit actions he was free to be himself.  His cock came up against the girl’s cunny and he began to hump.  He grinded hard against her and heard the girl Patricia being spanked again.  It turned him on and he humped little Lisa having desires to spank her tart little ass, too.
	Very-very muchly and he wanted to do same to Adena—and then his wife.
	His mind began to distort with thoughts—evil thoughts.
	A blast of cum suddenly obliterated those thoughts.  His energy was not depleted, though, and he lifted the girl up a little spanking her ass.  Then he swatted her a little more, then more.  She did fuss some but was otherwise mind locked and controlled.  That was good ‘cause Wall got busy with the spanking.
	A spank swat to the girl’s cummy cunt and then he had her with her shoulders on the sofa’s cushion and her legs up—then, SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!
	Kosmo nudged his pal.  Francis looked and smiled.
	Not really wanting to hurt the girl who loved him, Wally ceased his disciplinary actions and set the child to one side.  He could have went for his wife but it was Adena he selected nextly.  She didn’t like him let alone love.
	
	Adena wore a long pinkish tee-shirt for her “jammies.”  No bra but orange colored panties.  Wally wasted no time in getting tee-shirt and panties off but took his time ogling the girl once she was naked.  He figured he had the time and focused his attention on the girl’s fuck box.  The fuck box was smooth and trimmed of poon pie fuzz.  His cock ached—he seriously wanted to fuck her.
	Behind him at an angle and the girl Patricia and Nellie were engaged in a 69er with Nellie on top.  One of the apes, Kosmo was smacking Nellie’s ass with a belt.  Her awareness level was high—almost nil on the EMADs hold on her.  The Device was no longer necessary—if she fussed too much she got electrocuted.  She learned quick that it was better to comply than not.
	And regardless if Patricia got the same message, she was going to be mistreated and then some.
	While Nellie licked Patricia’s cunt—and was spanked with the belt while doing so, the other ape-man fucked Patricia’s pussy.  He pulled out a few times to fuck Nellie’s face and have her suck his non-ape dick.  The other ape with the belt stopped whipping her and parted her cheeks and started butt fucking her.
	Karl operated the camera—zooming in on the anal penetration as well as the skull fucking from the other end.  When ape-man Francis got his nut off in Patricia’s pussy—and squirted a generous amount onto Nellie’s face, Karl took up his turn and fucked Patricia, too.
	Meanwhile, Wally was fucking Adena.
	He had licked the girl’s cunt to his fill, fingered her and couldn’t rightly tell if whether or not she was a virgin.  Even sticking his dick into her he still wasn’t sure.  Her breasts were lovely—simply fucking lovely.  He adored them; so round, so perfect!  Some squeezing, tweaking the nipples, and he was totally engrossed.
	His cock made way into her teen cunt; there was no blood.  That meant nothing, though; a girl could lose her “virginity” a number of ways other than being dicked.  But her pussy WAS tight; it loosened as Wally’s member got into the groove.  The girl herself moaned, thrashed her head, and made haughting noises as her step-daddy dicked her.

*

Opening scene
	Kosmo really wished he could have been there when David Mantrapp, Patricia’s daddy, viewed the contents on the video CD.  The girl had been found naked in the desert by a group of boy scouts.  The CD was taped to her backside; a banana was shoved nicely up her asshole AND shaven pussy!  Both yellow fruits were “superglued” in place and the removal was a bitch.
	The opening scene on the CD was Patricia being spanked—with her clothes on.  There were no details on the “room” save for a jungle theme; netting, jungle foliage, hammocks, and all such as that that would make one believe the happening was happening in a jungle.
	Two men in ape suits (obviously) were molesting the girl; they pawed at her breasts and crotch, then turned her around to spank the hell out of her ass.  Then the two apes tore her clothes off and repeated their actions of fondling, fingering, and spanking.  Her legs were spread WIDE for the camera to zoom in on her teen cunny and the apes fingering her using a banana to do so.
	Patricia then had manly cocks to suck and a teen boy wearing a killer clown from space Halloween mask.  All three came on her face.  All three skull fucked her and she was seen sucking balls, too.
	One of the ape men raped her and when he cream he pulled out after some ejaculation to drizzle the sperm onto the girl’s freshly shaven cunt.  Then she was titty fucked by the same ape.  Then another ape raped her and when HE came off he hoisted the girl’s legs up and jammed his white man pecker into her asshole to finish off.
	More horrendous spanking turning the girl’s ass flesh bright red.
	Then she was peed on by all three dicks.
	It didn’t get any better from there—raped, repeatedly, spanked—repeatedly; sodomized, fucked with a banana—TWO bananas, urinated on, and then coupled with another church girl identified as Nellie Woodpipe.  (she was found by a motorcycle band who took her under their wings—er, between their legs.)
	Kosmo felt vindicated—somewhat.  To be there when the CD was viewed would have been great.  He kept them in mind.  Meanwhile, Wally and his family.  With the help from Francis the Appletun family was one big happy sex crazed family.  After Wally had fucked his fill of fifteen year old Adena he got to bang off in Patricia AND Nellie.  Up the ass, too!  He thoroughly enjoyed spanking the girls but was very muchly into spanking his step-daughter Lisa and very-very muchly into spanking step-daughter Adena.
	He also was seriously into fucking the teenager.
	With little Lisa he enjoyed humping her and spewing his sperm onto her pussy and face.  He vowed to wait until she was at least ten years old—if he could wait that long.  After Francis’ “fixing” of the family’s minds they were now happy to oblige Wally in his sexual fantasizes and would do so whenever he wanted.
	Wally was forever grateful.
	Francis filmed the man having his way with his family—both for security reasons as well as for selling the video to an underground group of secretive perverts.  After Patricia had been returned to her daddy Kosmo returned to Francis Darrel and the two went fishing—again.  And again they made an encounter…
A cumboree!
	It should be noted that Kosmo Koaltraine and Francis Darrel should not be in the same continent together.  Here’s why—
	Kosmo returned to Francis Darrel for a break from the rigors of life…
	They went past the Neer Lake by Farr Woods and traveled (in Francis’ ride) up to the 7,000 ft. level then hiked some miles up to the 7,700 ft. level to Hidden Lake.  (found it!)  The air was crisp, clean, no pollutants, lots of birds, one bear.
	The men discussed the state of the union, the sorry state of the union, the neighbours to the north, eh, the neighbors to the south, si.  It was a good time to relax and take a break—from the rigors of life.  By noon type time they had caught a few fish—enough for a good fish fry.
	There was something special being up so high above—the rigors of life.  The air was so clean!  The birds, the deer, that one bear…  There was no discussion whatsoever about their previous weekend previously.  Wasn’t necessary.  There was the subject of EMADs; all the rage, in all the news, on all the street corners.  That, too, wasn’t brought up in conversation.
	“So you got a new job?” Francis asked.
	Kosmo nodded, “Yeah, delivery driver.” But he wasn’t delivering pizza or newspapers.  The first few runs thru the City and Kosmo made the destination just fine and didn’t check to see what the “special” cargo was.  Wasn’t for him to know anyways.  He just went to the destination, an upscale mid-city warehouse, backed up to a roll-up door, and sat in the driver’s seat until the tap on the rear door of the typical delivery van.
	One time, though, a gruff looking schmuck in a hat came up to the driver’s side, “Hey, need a hand.”
	Whatever.  Kosmo ambled to the rear of the vehicle and helped unload large silver barrels.  Booze barrel.  Kegs.  Ten of them to be exact.  They were heavy and cumbersome.  Kosmo had had a few kegs in his time and these ones seemed heavier.
	Whatever.
	Another time and the same schmuck in a hat had him help unload some more cargo—although this time it wasn’t booze.

The Workplace Dance 
	“How’s your girlfriend?”
	“Ready to eat your soul.”
	Virus was in a pissy mood; Onion smiled and wisely kept his distance.

	The Agency was involved in a few ventures; funny business with children and young adults; making hooch and distributing hooch throughout the City; and other nefarious operations including securing the latest Electronic Mind Altering Devices and other mob related activities.
	The “hooch” had a fan base that was growing.  However, the scientists involved in re-creating the “alien” hooch could only get the product up to 97%.  The remainder was “unknown” and could not be duplicated.  The remainder then so was therefore mimicked with common Mountain Moonshine.  It helped and was a sock-knocker-offer.
	Other Agency problems were the EMADs.  World wide and the pesky instruments were becoming more and more with scientists all over trying to keep up with the latest invention—to create Detectors and Preventors.  There were in the City Federal Units using the latest sophisticated Detectors.  The Agency was just one cunt hair away from being compromised.
	That be as may it there were “associates” at the suburban facility.  New inductees that would be fine members.  Jumbles Sassafrass was one such.  A man in his 60s, receding hairline that was already gray; he was a friendly with an old style Harley.  He also had a ‘Vette and a hand built off-road vehicle.  His penchant was music; and he was IN the music business being a producer.
	For no reason and Jumbles took a spin tour thru his quaint neighborhood.  It was an older part of suburbia located 90 degrees from the Agency’s suburban facility.  Lots and lots of trees fifty to sixty years old; quaint older homes, neighbors knew neighbors; there were block parties in the Spring and Summer; park festivities, and everyone felt fairly to relatively safe.
	Cruising along Hamwind St. and he heard music coming from a garage.
	The door of the garage was open and there were some kids playing and singing.  Jumbles usually favored old rock and roll songs, some country, some blues.  Pop songs were not of his culture.  The lead singer took his eye; a tall girl about twelve years young; long strawberry blond hair and from the distance of road to garage he could tell that she had blue eyes.
	She had breasts, too.
	Layered clothing of a faded blue denim vest that was some sizes too small, a vivid multicolored tee-shirt along with an unbuttoned light blue shirt made up her attire—along with kinda tight jeans that were rolled up at the ankles.  Typical street shoes that were black with pink ankle socks.  A nice girl with a fairly decent voice.
	Swinging about beside her was a black girl with a nice small afro adorned with pink and purple plastic ribbons.  She wore a lot of baubles and played a keytar.  On the other side of the lead singer was a girl about eleven, short in height, regular brown hair, playing an electric guitar.
	The only boy of the group was playing the drums.
	Jumbles couldn’t do anything at that time; he had to wait.  One, he needed a better vehicle for “transport” and for Two he had to gear himself up for the use of his “special” EMAD.  Jumbles didn’t use the EMAD he had in his possession all that much—hardly ever.  When he did he did so in a big way—unfortunately there were some nasty hellacious side effects.
	Most Users using a mind altering device (electronic) suffered some sort of mind link malady; typically headaches, ear ringing, nose bleeds, anal seepage, and dizziness.  These symptoms usually abated in a short time and the User was usually fine thereafter.  Jumbles Sassafrass had a more sophisticated EMAD that more or less fucked him up (from use.)
	He had to prepare himself.  Mind, body, whatever soul he had left.
	The EMAD Jumbles utilized rendered him invisible.
	The EMAD created such a distortion of time and space that no one could see the User.  The brain wave patterns of any potential viewer in the immediate vicinity of the User were manipulated in such a way that the User was “unseen”.  Much like the military uses various electronic equipment to hide their flying aircraft, tanks, air craft carriers, and military members themselves.
	With the military use, though, there were no side effects.
	Jumbles wasn’t a heavy drug user—but it helped!  The side effects were less when after smoking a joint and a line or two of coke and a shot of potent whiskey just prior to initializing the EMAD and its Invisibility Field went a long in lessoning the headaches, nosebleeds, anal seepage, ear ringing, and dizziness.  Then—

We got the beat!
	“We got the beat—we got the beat—yeah! Yeah! Yeah! We got the beat!”
	It was a catchy tune with a good beat.  They needed a bass player but Jumbles Sassafrass decided that they needed a good fucking instead.  The lead singer, twelve year old Kim, took his eye first.  Strawberry blond hair, one weaved hair braid with small rainbow colored ribbons along its length; a sweet smile, lip gloss, no earrings.  She wore a multilayered outfit; an denim outer jacket that was some sizes too small; an unbuttoned red checkered shirt, then a colorful dizzying array of colors on a simple tee-shirt.  Tight jeans got Jumbles’ attention—dat ass!
	She most likely was a virgin.  Most likely.  A happy kid.  Probably good parents.  Probably good at school, possibly a creative person, and she had a descent voice.  Jumbles very muchly wanted to see her naked.
	The black girl had his attention nextly; she had a nice afro, a few pinkish ribbons in her hair, small bust, probably also equally virginal.  The drummer boy was good and had great potential; nice hair—brown, kept up the beat and knew what he was doing.  Jumbles wanted to see HIM naked, too!
	The youngest member of the band was a cutey; long-long brown hair, young at eleven years, and knew her way around an electric guitar!  She swayed as she played and it was a safe bet that SHE was a virgin.  She probably didn’t even finger herself!  Well—Jumbles Sassafrass would take care of that!
	He waited had to wait three days before the timing was right; then—
	“We got the beat—we got the beat—we got the beat—YEAH!  YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!” the music was humming, the garage door open, neighbors left and right at work.  When the music stopped for a break—
	‘have you seen a girl—naked?’
	Nick Servantes, the drummer, blinked his eyes and looked genuinely confused.  Wrinkling his brow, cocking his head, he stared and stared and stared at the lead singer of the Garage Band Group as she stood with her stripped jeans pushed down exposing her ass.  She wore green tinted cotton panties and young Nick’s mouth was hung agape.
	He nodded slightly that he had.  In his mind it was his six year old sister he saw naked most the time.
	‘ever put your dick against her ass?’
	Nick shook his head No.
	‘ever want to?’
	There was no response there.  The boy’s eyes were locked onto Kim’s ass.
	So,
	‘would you like to see HER ass—naked?’
	A slow response but—Yes.  Yes-yes-oh hell yes!
	‘virgin?’ it was assumed.
	And it was assumed rightly.
	The black girl who played the keytar inched her pants down—revealing pink panties.  Both Kim and Rochelle were quintessential virgins—they hadn’t even fingered themselves!  Maggie, the eleven year old who played amazingly the electric guitar was the one member of the group who was NOT a virgin.
	She was eleven!
	The boy who had taken her virginity was her fourteen year old brother!
	‘did he rape you—against your will?’ an inquiring mind wanted to know.
	The girl shook her pretty head—No.
	‘do you suck him?’
	Yep!
	No Up the Ass, though—that was gross.
	With the garage door OPEN it was not wise to do anything naughty.  Although most of the folks in the area that could possibly see into the garage were at work there were possibly passerbys and delivery folk.
	So the shenanigans moved inside.
	In the house and it was discovered that they were not alone; Kim’s mom was home—she worked out of the home as a medical billing specialist.  Jumbles was already feeling the side effects of the EMAD—dizziness and blurry vision.  Still, though, he pressed on having the Garage Band Group go to Kim’s bedroom—and wait.
	Just down the hall in bedroom-turned-office was Kim’s mom busy playing solitaire on the computer.  Jumbles eyed her sizing her up and reconfiguring the EMAD to waylay her unsuspecting mind.  Just then and the woman (Jan) “sensed” she was being watched.  Turning her head she saw a “distortion” in the space time continuum and was startled.
	Too late.
	Jumbles pressed the sensory button on the EMAD and frapped her mind.
	Now it was a matter of decisions-decisions.  Who to do first?
	Jumbles always marveled at the technology of the EMAD.  He knew that they were used for other nefarious reasons—super spy, no-gooder (opposite of do-gooder), bank robber extraordinaire!  Art thief, basic thief, advanced thief; assassin, a neighborhood sneak, and the list of other wicked, despicable, reprehensible, immoral, degrading is a long one.
	After marveling—
	He brought the woman to her bedroom where he firstly sized her up.  He ached to go fool with the Garage Band Group but he eased the woman down onto her bed and worked off her clothing.  Jan wore loose fitting beige slacks, matching beige panties, too!  Not a thing did the woman know about what was happening to her—and Jumbles Sassafrass liked it that way.
	Once her panties and bra were off Jumbles checked the EMAD in his possession and noted its operation.  All green lights, all indicators in the green area; all was well.  Stripping off his own clothes he paused thereafter then checked in on the Group—they were all well, too.
	“Be back in a minute, kids.” He chuckled then remembered a condition of being an Agent—“video everything you do.” So he stole a couple of minutes setting up the camera.  Then, spreading Jan’s legs he patted her pussy, fingered it, then spanked it.
	Jan was zombiefied and reacted not.  That suited Jumbles just fine.  The Subject being “zombiefied” was less trouble.  As per another “suggestion” from a fellow Agent he put on a mask; some masks were full face, some were not so much.  Jumbles put on a Zorro mask complete with a black head scarf covering the top of his head.
	Jumbles Sassafrass; a bonafide biker, was not quite six foot tall, lots of hair on his head; long-long coarse grayish hair like a wizard plus a beard that was braided and down to the middle of his chest.
	But with the Subjects being mind-zapped and he himself “invisible” to their sight, the use of a mask was not overly necessary.  The invisible aura had been de-selected alleviating some of the ill-effects of the Device.  More patting/spanking of Jan’s cunt which only enthused the biker man and he turned her over swatting her ass making it red.
	Jan made little reaction.
	Time to fuck.
	Jan Klausand was no stranger to dick; she was married so there was that.
	Jumbles did his thing; took his time doing it, and gave the woman a healthy amount of his love cream.  Lots of groping of her 34Bs, lots of serious pumping, straining, pumping, slapping his cock against her cunt, then hoisting her legs up shoving his fuck stick into her asshole he determined was also no stranger to dick.
	Before exhausting himself he left the woman to wash off his dirtied dick—then to the Garage Band Group.

Kim
	There were two boys in the Klausand family, both older than Kim.  The oldest boy, Kevin, was playing baseball and was in fact the team’s star pitcher.  He was sixteen and yeah—Kim had seen him naked more than once.
	Any hanky-panky?
	Just “show”—no tell (no touchy/feely.)
	The other brother, Kyle, was fourteen and with him there WAS some hanky and panky.  More in tune with touch and feel; mutual masturbating.  Neither brought the other off (but not without a lot of trying!)  No oral, no anal.
	Light lavender panties greeted Jumbles; he discarded her pants and marveled at her snug fitting undies.  Opening her legs he stared, gawked, and got seriously hard.  Lifting her legs he adored her ass, crotch, and took it all in.  He figured, he hoped, there was time to linger.
	After a minute or so of gawking he slipped the panties off and spread the girl’s legs wide.  Nothing else mattered—pussy.  Nothing was more sacred, nothing was more precious than pussy.  And fucking pussy—there was nothing more fantastic than ball busting a cunt.
	Down onto the virtually hairless cunny Jumbles did go; there were a few pubes but not much.  Didn’t matter to Jumbles; hairy, hairless, somewhere in between—all were delightful to him.  Applying his tongue he licked and lapped, nipped the lips, and drove his tongue into the virgin crevice.  Then, making sure that camera was zeroed in on the abysmal act Jumbles applied his cock.
	There was a slight yelp from the girl as he breeched her virgin cunny; he smiled and eased himself into the cunny feeling himself slipping away into a familiar world of depravity that was blissful to him.  Blissful.
*

The objects in your mirror may be closer than the thoughts in your head
	Two girls, Jenna Addnamehere, and Mollie Likorback, were ditching 6th period Study Hall.  They were out to study something else—namely BOYS!  It was a pastime; usually the boys out on the football field, playing outdoor basketball, or gathered at the Senior Quad passing the time and having great physiques.  Suddenly and the two sneaks snuck up on a scene that was mindboggling:  two teens were “getting it on.”
	Up against the gray stucco wall of the industrial arts building side that was away from the view of the school grounds a two teens were making out—seriously.  Jenna and Mollie didn’t know girl—not her name, but the boy was Russel “Thorn” Sassafrass.  He was seventeen and rode to school on a throbbing monster motorcycle, a beefy Harley.  So did his dad who come to some school events.  What the girls thought of Russel (who preferred to go by his nickname, Thorn) thought of the boy (or his biker dad) wasn’t known (but they oohed and ahhed the scene, licked the lips thoughtfully (sexually thoughtfully) and surreptitiously fingered themselves.  The intensity of the two making out teens intensified—
	Sally Jane, fifteen year old freshman, was pressed up against the grey stucco wall of the lee side of the industrial arts building; welding, pottery, auto, and robotics.  She was a short girl, 5’4, flaming red hair, great smile, twinkling eyes, sweet ass.  And it was dat ass Thorn was feeling up.  Sally Jane had her hands on the boy’s arms, was smiling, and had those “twinkling” eyes.  Other than that and she seemed unresponsive…
	Russel “Thorn” Sassafrass was aware of the two spies.  For the moment, though, his attention was to the hottie in his hand.  Well, she wasn’t truly “hot”; not cheerleader hot, but she had such a great smile!  She was a sweet girl, they shared a class together, she knew his name.  The time seemed right to step up the scholastic relationship.
	Squeezing her ass, leering at her, lusting; his thoughts turned dark (but not foreboding.)   There was a whiff of oranges about her; he loved oranges.  Slowly he opened her button blouse revealing those bodacious ta-tas.  And they were bodacious!  A fifteen year old shouldn’t have such bodacios ta-tas but Sally Jane did!  Thorn squeezed them, tweaked the nipples, and took note of the girl’s reaction.
	There was none.
	Perfect.
	Keeping check of the two spies he continued.
	From ass squeezing to titty squeezing to undoing the girl’s tight jeans.
	It was awkward and a little clumsy but down came the jeans—just to her knees for now.  For now.  More ass squeezing with his hands inside the light blue panties.  dat ass!  He so loved squeezing a girl’s ass.  He also loved delving his fingers into the crack and feeling the warmth therein.  Then poking the hole!  Still no reaction from Sally Anne.  Not even when he began fingering her pussy!
	Thorn had been to dad’s “secret place of employment” once, sworn to secrecy, and given a very special so-far undetectable EMAD in the form of a wristwatch, and wondered casually how Sally Jane would fit in at the Agency’s suburban home?  He had been there twice.
	Down came the panties; slowly inched down to whereas he could really get to fingering the girl’s fiery red cunt.  He fingered it well until it was lubricated.  Then he fished out his cock.
	From the half brick wall the girl spies were hiding behind he heard a distinctive “OH MY!”  All around them were large piles of debris; industrial arts debris; car parts, car shells, dumpsters, theatre sets, and shit like that.  Thorn’s cock went up against Sally Jane’s belly area—she was too short for one-on-one cock-to-cunt meeting.  That required working the clothes off, hoisting her up somewhat, and hooking her legs about his waist.  Then the proper meeting was conducted and the fucking commenced.
	‘Oh, Jesus!’ moaned Jenna.
	Mollie was stunned—she had never-ever seen a sex act take place.
	Thorn made full vaginal penetration—and though Sally Jane was a virgin, there was no blood evidence.  The girl had a thin membrane protecting her virgin status.  A gentle shove and the thrusting that followed elevated thoroughly the girl’s status of virgin.  And still the girl gave no indication of awareness.
	‘come here.’ Thorn whispered into the air line pilot’s wireless microphone.
	 A sudden strangeness suddenly overwhelmed Jenna and Mollie.  Both girls climbed over the wall and slowly like they were treading thru tar made their way to Thorn.  Jenna was in a light summery dress, just below the knee even!  A two piece outfit with an off-white blouse top and a light flowery dress bottom.  Long curly strawberry blond hair adorned her shoulders; she was a tall gal, a sophomore, and indeed—a virgin.
	Mollie, too, was a virgin.  She wore light blue jeans with a simple light green top.  Dark hair to her shoulders; green eyes, and more serious about life and shit than Jenna.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Jenna blinked her eyes and expressed confusion.
	Mollie began stripping out of her clothes right off albeit slowly.

	Seeing the girls stripping off their clothes only increased Thorn’s desire.  His teen cock slammed harder and faster into Sally Jane with dire determination to get a hellacious nut.  The girl grunted, sweated, and gave the teenage boy fucking her a reason to live (and fuck again!)
	Mollie, the serious one, the smart one, on the chess club, did crossword puzzles, was the one who was basically mindless.  Jenna was the B/C student, liked to draw and paint, and was lighthearted—she was the one who was mostly aware (just unable to do shit about it.)
	Thorn stuffed Sally Jane’s hot box with full intent on stuffing her fart box, too.  But he came (and came heartily) in the girl’s twat temporarily draining his energy.  Luckily and his EMAD-watch was not connected to his brain waves and was able to capably maintain electronic lock on the girls three.
	Slowly before he dropped her Thorn lowered Sally Jane to the ground.  Taking her panties he cleaned off his cock then began slapping it against her face before stuffing it into her mouth saying via electronic communication ‘suck it.’
	Although Sally Jane had never before “sucked” cock she seemed almost pro.
	Mollie was crying; she was naked and on her knees and in deep shock; she was aghast at what she was seeing.  Thorn turned his attention to her waggling his cock before her face.
	‘suck it!’ he commanded of her.  ‘suck it or be spanked!’
	The girl nearly lost it—she was still very controllable but her emotions were free to roam.  Thorn entered the girl’s mouth, pulled out and spanked her face before squeezing his saucy bone up against the side of her nose pressing his hairless ball sac against her mouth.
	“OH!  GOD!  OH! OH! OH!  GOD!” uttered the girl.
	Unlike Sally Jane, Mollie had smallish titties.  For sixteen, the teenager had a small bust.  Naked Jenna had moderate sized teenage titties and Thorn (a titty man) admired them.
	Laying Sally Jane down he had the emotional Mollie park herself onto the flaming red haired girl’s face; then she was pressed into sucking the Thorn’s cock again.  He really liked having his dick sucked.
	He really liked naked girls, too!
	Mollie lay down Sally Jane’s body; Thorn re-entered Sally Jane pumping tenaciously for several minutes pulling out right at the moment of orgasm blasting a fresh hot load of spunk onto Jenna’s face.
	“OH!  YUCKY!” cried out the girl.
	“Wait, bitch—it gets worse!” scoffed Thorn.
	After cumming onto the girl’s face he made his way around to her ass.
	“Oh My God!” blubbered the girl, “NOT THERE!”
	Yes, there!  A hole is a hole…
Have dick will travel
	Though Thorn’s Device was not equipped with an “eraser” like previous User VP Francis Darrel had, Thorn used his Device (like many other users) in such away as the mind of the Subject was manipulated into believing what she was doing was the norm and willing.
	Although that worked with Sally Jane it did not seem to hold well with Jenna and Mollie.  They were aware and very aware of their abnormal situation and once Thorn had had his way with them and realized that they were going to be a problem—
	“Hey, dad, got two lives ones for ya.”
	Jumbles was always too happy to help his son.  He had to place a phone call himself to the Agency and they were only too happy to help out a fellow Agent.  So, after those two were quietly and secretively whisked away the continuation of deflowering Sally Jane continued.
	Although she was somewhat dazed and a little confused, Sally Jane continued on with her school day—albeit in a little bit of a daze.  At 2:55 the day of schooling was done and the girl stood out front of the school—still dazed.  Usually someone like a parental unit would come pick her up—she lived too close for a bus ride but too far to walk home alone.
	Enter Thorn.
	He firstly admired dat ass.  dat ass!
	The girl had some very nice titties to be sure but—dat ass!
	Giving the girl a glance, a head nod, a smirky smile he was the epitome of a “bad boy.”  Girls love bad boys.  Thorn didn’t wear “colors” or a typical black leather jacket; his jacket was sleeveless and was roughhewn brown hide.  Sally Jane hesitated then dashed to the bike at the curb.
	She knew that her mom (who had forgotten to come for her) would flip when they pulled up at the house.  Her heart was beating—Thorn could feel it beating against his backside.  She clearly had no fucking idea that she had been fucked!  Her pussy was a little sore—so was her asshole.  But her confused mind kept her from dolling on those matters.
	Thorn revved the Harley and zoomed off in a thunderous roar.
	Sally Jane squealed in delight and squeezed Thorn middle.

	And right as rain—Sally Jane’s mom, Annette, upon seeing her daughter ride up to the house on some biker dude’s Harley—flipped.  Her mouth literally fell to the ground and her face conveyed heartily “What the fuck!?”
	Sally Jane, though, was all giggles and smiles and introduced Thorn with great enthusiasm.
	Thorn sized Annette up quickly; a suburban momma; trim figure, almost six foot tall, auburn hair unlike her daughter’s and smallish near impish titties.  A family photo on the wall just inside the quaint home showed that Sally Jane got her size and hair from her dad—he was prime to be a fitting juggler in a circus.
	Anyways,
	Thorn wasted no time and mind zapped the woman and with Sally Jane already mind zapped he had no trouble re-enabling her mind to suit his will.  Then the door was shut and the festivities began.  It was 3:15 and no one like the daddy would be home until 5:30.  Plenty of time.

	Thorn had fucked a woman before—courtesy of the Agency.  But Sally Jane’s mom, Annette—wow!  What a good fuck!  Sure, she was “a woman” and a woman in her early 40s but she had some “snappin’ pussy!”  Apparently, her husband didn’t cut her much dick and she (her pussy anyways) was hungry!
	Thorn gave her the dicking of her life!
	On her bed the woman thrashed wildly even with her mind temporarily electronically zapped.  Annette was in dire need of dicking!  Clutching at Thorn she wildly fucked him!  It was amazing!  Thorn barely had enough dick to finish off with her daughter!  Thorn made a mental note to revisit the woman from time to time.  Maybe even bring his dad!

Have dick will fuck
	Putting it to Sally Jane was incredible.  No words were there to describe putting it to the girl’s mother.  Sensational?  As much as he wanted to re-fuck Sally Jane, and Jenna, and Mollie, and the three—four—five other girls of his school he had dicked—Sally Jane’s mother Annette had his lust.
	Then, one day, while visiting the junior high school, Thorn found new lust.
	Tutoring the younger set with his mathematics skill he took note of the girl next to him.  She farted.  She was helping a sixth grader with math and then suddenly…PFFFFT! It just slipped out.  There were so many students in the library that hardly anyone heard it—‘cept Thorn.  The girl looked sideways to Thorn and she knew—she knew that he knew that she had let one rip.  Her face fell and she blushed big.  The look of petrification came upon her.
	Just then the school superintendent made her appearance with two Suits—they were searching for EMADs.  Equipped with the latest EMAD detectors the Suits began searching the immediate area.
	Thorn’s EMAD was his wristwatch.  He didn’t know if the Detector could “detect” his mind controller while it was in “off-mode” or not.  And he knew that if he should try and scoot out of the library while it was under surreptitious surveillance he would be iced.
	The Suits and the Super went to the far end of the library and “disappeared” from Thorn’s sight.  He waited—got a whiff of Kristy Stomas’ fart box emission and knew that he had to give her some of his OWN emission.  She’d love it!  No sign of the Suits or Superintendent.  He waited.
	Kristy got up and made way to the library books; the book shelves were as many as ten deep and some ten wide by two deep with books surrounded on three sides by a waist high “reference” books in their own shelves.  Thorn watched as Kristy moved thru the shelves—then he followed as nonchalantly as possible—
	And got a whiff of more fart box emission!
	What did she have for lunch!?  It was Wednesday; the menu had it as Spaghetti w/chili day.  The girl had issues.  There were a few other students lingering; still, no sign of the Suits.  Thorn moved down to the very end of the shelves (where it was semi dark and lonely).  He waited—where were those Suits!?
	Kristy came up the aisle and upon seeing him gushed, pursed her lips, farted? then backed up turning to the open end of the bookshelving.  Thorn touched his watch but before he could activate it—a Suit suddenly appeared.  He was tall, dark hair, dark glasses, dark soul?
	“Hey,” said Thorn, “found that book!” he directed his attention to Kristy; she had moved to the other book aisle—to fart some more?  The Suit lingered a moment then moved on.  Thorn sighed and a case of the heebie-jeebies enveloped him.  When he had been at the junior high he had had not an EMAD of anykind—he used his charm to get a girl.  In particular there was Tia McLaneright, she was a 6th grader while he was in the 8th; in the underpass they met before school session and “fooled around.”
	In the beginning it was “show & tell”; touchy-feely, finger you—finger me.
	He had caught the girl smoking with some other girls and kind of used that to get her to be alone with him.  Then his charm kicked in with Thorn telling her how beautiful her eyes were.  Caressing her arms, smiling, seriously putting on the charm put the girl into his wills.
	Fingering the girl got the girl frightened (of where it might lead to) but Thorn’s charm overwhelmed her—and the fact that she had never fingered herself before was kind of inspiring.  The allure of Thorn melted the girl’s defenses and the following day she came to school in a dress.  This made it easier to get fingered.  Thorn did so; he kissed her passionately, caressed her ass, lowered her panties and fingered her pussy until she got the special tingling feeling.
	The next thing she knew—Thorn’s dick was invading her virginity and busting it.  Her panties were off, she was up against the cement wall of the underpass, her ass on the slick railing, and getting dicked like never before.
	When he had been a 7th grader he had done virtually the same thing with a 5th grader.  In high school and he discovered he needed more than his charm.
	It didn’t happen that day—or the next.  Then there was the weekend.
	Monday—no.  Tuesday—no.  Wednesday—yes!  Back to the junior high to tutor those struggling with common math/English/history general school life.  And Kristy was there, too!  Bonus!  She seemed to avoid him, though; they met eyes and the girl sheepishly shied away from him busying herself with young folk in need of clarity.  Thorn so did want to get into her fart box.
	But, as it happened, nada.  Too many people, a Suit, other suspected Suits working undercover, all made it difficult to steer the Subject somewhere whereas he COULD get into her fart box.  disappointing.  However, that upcoming Friday was Parent Night and lingering tutor, get-to-know your tutor, and so on.  Thorn was planning on going with his dad to a bike rally—there was life other than messing with folk using an EMAD.  But acquiring Kristy took precedent.
	Twenty minutes into the Friday evening shindig and thru the throngs of peoples of various ages and securing Kristy was made.  There were Suits aplenty which was a bother and some concern but Thorn utilized another EMAD that was supposedly non-detectable.  It costed as much as a new Harley!  But Thorn’s dad made that up in a specialized video hobby…
	Out of the throngs of peoples, the main cafeteria building and out into the waning darkness to the teacher’s side-of-the-building parking lot in the small open air hallway transition the Subject was fondled, fingered, caressed, and kissed.  His charm was one thing but Kristy was strong willed of mind and leery of boys with “charm.”
	So a full and total mind zap was the option.
	This made it so much easier to manipulate her; to finger her, to fondle her teenage breasts, and lastly—get her pants down.  Noise, however, disrupted further attempts at anything with the girl—and a strange noise accompanying.  A whirring noise that was most definitely electronical in nature.
	Quickly he dressed Kristy then dragged her along the dark side of the building weaving in between some cars that were parked to close to said building.  Hunkering down he had to squint his eyes to see some figures at where he had just been.  Then he noticed a glowing red light on the EMAD he was using—an indicator that a Detector was in use.  Not good.
	Kristy was still under the influence of the EMAD; it was on low-low power to maintain the mind lock.  Was it a fluke that the Suits (he assumed) had locked on somehow to the supposedly undetectable mind controller?  No time to fume.  His options were to leave the girl in between the cars or take her with him weaving their way back into the cafeteria.
	But wanting to still get somewhere with the girl—her fart box—he had to return her to where she would last remember being.  Leaving her between the cars would fuck her up putting her on edge.
	Something else distracted the Suits giving Thorn the chance he needed.
	It was dark out, damn dark; and no lights in the lee side of the school building from the parking lot.  Still, getting Kristy back into the cafeteria was going to be a neat trick; there was an open hallway, an open courtyard, and then the cafeteria.  In between all that were Suits, lingering parental units, teachers, undercover Suits, and groups of students itching to ditch.
	He had to get the girl back where she belonged.
	He needed backup.
	“Cody, I need a distraction in front of PJ junior high, quick!” Thorn pressed the send button on the cell phone and waited.  There were Suits gathering—too close.  Stuffing Kristy under the car he held fast between two cars ready to bolt.  If luck held he could jump the fence and dart between the traffic flow to the opposite side of the street—then, thru the mobile home park and home free.
	That was the plan.
	The thing with “plans” was—they tend to go wrong.
	Waiting for his biker pal to start some shit distraction in front of the school and—
	“What are you doing there?”
	It was a Suit.
	“I’m taking a shit!” exclaimed Thorn.  He whirled around while “squatting” lashing out striking the Suit in the shin.  Then, grabbing up a handful of pebbles tossed them at the unsuspecting Suit dashing up to make full body contact.  The Suit stumbled, grabbed the car closest and fell awkwardly against it.  Thorn gave the Suit a knee to the balls—the Suit gave Thorn a jolt of electricity (from a tazer.)
	Both men rolled on the ground in desperation to recover themselves.  The Suit began to heave-ho clutching his vulnerable nut-sac trying to access his communicator.  Thorn bashed himself against a car to right himself and shake off the electric surge surging thru his body disrupting his ability to think.  Scrambling around the ground and he came up with a 2-foot piece of pipe.
	The Suit was able to regain his faculties faster than Thorn,
	“This is AB, side parking lot, need assistance!”
	Just then and there was an explosion—out in front of the school.

	“What the fu—” the Suit looked to see what the commotion was.
	This gave Thorn the time he needed to recover—somewhat.  He was still fuckered up but clutched the pipe and bashed it against the Suit’s shin then awkwardly re-connected with the man’s still tingling in pain balls.  An upward thrust caught the man’s downward chin; a well placed foot tripped the man sending him crashing into one of the cars—sending off that car’s alarm.
	“SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!” Thorn didn’t need any more attention.
	Chaos reigned supreme, however; fireworks had been set off out front of the junior high sending everyone in much disarray in all directions.  Thorn grabbed Kristy yanking her into the scattering throng and then “releasing” her mind.  He himself quickly dispersed with the crowd and that was that.

Over indulgence overindulgence
	Obsessed obsession
	The following week and there she was—Stacie Hoohaw.  She was a friend of Kristy’s and Kristy was a no-show at the tutoring session.  Thorn wanted to ask where Kristy was but he guessed as much that she had had enough of bizarre circumstances with Thorn’s presence.
	More Suits than ever and Thorn could pick out undercover agents, too; students, faculty, undercover Suits posing as students.  Shit was getting real.  The Device was wisely left secured at home.  His dad assured him, though, that new Devices were coming that were undetectable.
	‘sure; that goes with “HI! I’m from the Government and I’m here to help you!” and “Noooo, you don’t have to pay your taxes if you’re poor!” along with “Sure, I’ll call you!” among others.’
	“Is that your bike out front?” Stacie asked.  She was like on coffee or sugar smacked cereal—jittery.  Typical teenager, though, giddy, blushing, gushing, and apparently, enamored by high schooler Thorn who indeed had a “bike” out front (of the school.)
	With a swaggering smile and full confidence he leaned back in the wooden chair putting on the serious charm, “Yeah, baby, that’s mine.”
	The girl went on crazily, oohing and ahhing, gushing, blushing…
	“You want a ride?”
	Now the girl was speechless.
	She DID want a ride but—her dad would freak the fuck out.
	Then there were her friends (Kristy among them (but not currently present)).
	An EMAD would have made the encounter soooo much easier.  And better!
	“How about after school?” Thorn said with a Devil’s smile; his coal dark eyes sparkled igniting something deep within the “good girl”.  She nodded acceptance.  Her gathered friends were in uproar—the giddy “Oh My God!” kind.
	Thorn returned to his high school planning out the end-of-day events.

	All of Stacie’s friends were in awe as she mounted Thorn Sassafrass’ “bike.”
	The girls were shocked, dismayed, cheering, gushing, but mostly shocked.
	The mighty Hog was roared to life silencing those gushing girls and Thorn, with Stacie clinging on for dear life, roared off; destiny unknown.
	(especially when Thorn detoured to his home!)
	“Hey, I gotta go home for a second!” yelled Thorn to his passenger.
	Stacie just clung to him and mumbled something that sounded like “Ok.”
	The girl’s long blond hair blew all over; she wore a regulation helmet but still; long-blond-hair.  The vibration of the bike tickled the girl—especially in that special place.  She was tickled all over actually!  Thorn’s home was not too far from the junior high; despite being of a “biker” family his home was not thrashed, trashed, overgrown grass; no spare bikes in the front yard, no disheveled home.  Sure, it needed some TLC, paint, and so on but what home didn’t?
	“I’ll just be a sec,” Thorn said dismounting, then; “wanna come in for a bit?”
	Stacie was still reeling from the ride; tingling.  The boy’s charm was—charming.  Those eyes!  That smile!  That Devil-May-Care attitude.  He was cool!
	So, with a shrug, “Ok!” she could hardly walk!
	There was a huge oak tree in the front yard; no dog but a black cat on the porch.  Inside and there was no clutter; there were piles of newspaper and some dying plants, but it was a neat home just the same.  The kitchen was right there to the right of the entrance door—dishes in the sink and on the table; typical.  There was a slight stench lingering lifeless in the air.  Man stench?
	The living room had a large screen television; tacky avocado green sofa with a mismatched plaid love seat.  A leather lounge chair in the corner by the fireplace with a cat condo behind it.  A large orange tabby cat lay on top of the condo giving Stacie the eye as she walked nervously in.
	Thorn disappeared down the hallway; Stacie noted the biker magazine, gun magazine, and a couple of porn magazines on the living room coffee table.  On the wall was a large portrait of a naked saloon woman showing a pair of bodacious ta-tas while holding a pair of Aces; her vagina was covered by a man’s hands holding cards as the gal lay on a poker table.
	‘you’d look better naked, too.’
	The Voice invaded Stacie’s mind and suddenly there was a hideous black cloud wresting her thoughts.  A sudden coldness enveloped her—and that was the last thing she remembered rightly.
	Thorn waited; all the indicators on his EMAD showed green.  To make sure—that the girl was under the Device’s influence, he brushed himself against her.  No reaction.  Brushing his hand against her ass and again—no reaction.  Standing in front of her he stuck out his tongue.
	Nothing.
	A brush against her breast and Thorn was relatively certain for sure that she was “out for lunch.”  A quick squeeze of her cunt assured that notion and he took the girl to his bedroom.  She was somewhat zombiefied but that was ok.  He did transmit “take off your clothes” but she didn’t comply.  Sometimes that command worked—sometimes it didn’t.
	Thorn didn’t fully understand the idiosyncrasies of the EMADs; he only understood that they captured brain wave patterns of a Target/Subject and manipulated them to the User’s will.  Some Subject’s minds were more in tune with an EMAD intrusion and therefore were fully controlled.  Other minds had some resilience and therefore were able to fend off intrusive commands.
	No matter; Thorn took the time undressing the girl; tweaking her nipples, fingering her pussy, prepping himself for the glory that was fucking a teenage girl.

Fucking a teenage girl
	He had to take a moment—a long moment—to gander at the girl on his bed.
	Damn!  What a nice body!  He still pined for Sally Jane, and those other two girls, Jenna and Mollie.  But Stacie Hoohaw—wow!  She was fourteen—just fourteen and was a dynamite looking gal.  She had great hair—professionally styled.  Great legs, fantastic breasts—supple and “just the right size”—for fucking!
	Thorn did just that.
	Straddling the unwary girl’s chest Thorn placed his cock between her bodacious taters and got busy with the program—the program that was fucking.  Titty fucking!  She had such a face!  The long haired biker bad boy strained hard—grinded with umph against the girl’s chest finally unleashing a mighty blast of cum blasting onto Stacie’s face.  In a way he did so of kind of would likened her to be more “aware” to appreciate his doing.
	Slowly he moved down the girl’s body squeezing her breasts as he went.
	Once down at her pussy he stole some more moments admiring her snatch.
	What a nice snatch!  It was perfect!  It was trimmed!  It was virginal!
	Applying his tongue and he found it more than delectable.  There was a scent of—of—roses?  Taking his time he got the teen’s juices flowing; his juices were flowing, too!  But he licked, lapped, nipped, and sucked until such a time as there was no holding back.  His cock went happily up and down the girl’s cunt before pushing in.  Although zombiefied the girl reacted; she made an audible noise, clenched, tensed, and was in some sort of a translucent state of being.
	Thorn entered the girl busting her intact cherry and proceeding nicely with the program that was fucking.  It was good!  A nice, tight, snug fitting cunt was just the thing.  The only thing.  Thorn made noises, too.  He knew his dad would love to fuck the girl, too.
	When done filling her pussy with his love cream an exhausted Thorn sat back just looking at the girl.  She breathed heavily, sweated same.  It was good for her, too!  Thorn smiled, farted, then used her panties to wipe her pussy and clean his dick.  Then he lay on the girl fondling her breasts, kissing her, fingering her.  Once more aroused and he hoisted the girl’s legs up along his chest then began a route of routing her asshole.  Also equally virginal.
	He knew that his dad would love to fuck the girl; up the ass, on the face.  A bout of spanking her, peeing on her, cumming on her face, too.  But there was a problem; her friends had seen her ride off with Thorn.  “Taking” her to the Agency and her “disappearing” would bring unwanted attention to Thorn.  He would have to cum up with another plan.
	More kissing, more fondling of titties and sopping wet pussy.  Butt fucking was a little tricky; the girl’s hole was seriously tight and Thorn’s dick was seriously worn out.  The dick bent and only the head made entry.  Time was issue.
	A little cleanup of the girl, re-dressing her—minus her pinkish panties—and fifteen minutes of re-setting her mind and she was good to go.  A little confused, dazed, disorientated, and de-virginized, but good to go.
	“Time to take you home.”
	To ward off nosey neighbors seeing Stacie ride up on some dude’s Harley, Thorn took the bike to the alley and parked at the trash cans.  Stacie was giddy, “wet”, tingly, and still a bit confused.  But the other emotions overrode the confusion and she invited the biker into her home.
	“My parents wont be home until five-thirty.”
	Perfect.

	Once inside the girl excused herself—that wet sore pussy needed tending to.
	Thorn hoped she wouldn’t freak out—especially about the missing panties!
	Could a girl know that her pussy was no longer virginal?
	As he sat at on a bar stool at the kitchen counter bar sipping on a soda—who should come to the house but Kristy!  What ho!  She was slightly alarmed to see Thorn sitting at the bar.
	“What-the-fu—” was clearly etched on her face.
	Thorn smiled, nodded to her, put on the charm.  But Kristy was one such who was not charmed by Thorn’s charm.  Stacie came out of the hall bathroom—she looked a little flushed.  Kristy took Stacie by the arm going back into the hallway out of sight and whisper.  Thorn assumed they were talking about him.
	Thorn could just see Kristy’s brown eyes bulge when she learned that her friend had taken a ride with Thorn.
	It was 4:30—better step this up.
	Hearing the girls whispered chatter he waited—it was assumed that Kristy was probably a virgin, too.  Probably.  He waited; to use the EMAD he needed line o’ sight.  The house was very well decorated, nicely adorned, medium income level.  Sipping the soda his hand gouged his aching boner.  He waited.  And waited.  And—
	The girls returned with Kristy the serious one a little embarrassed or concerned or something.  Stacie once more disappeared to the hall bathroom.
	Glancing at the wall clock,
	“Her parents will be home in about an hour.”
	Thorn nodded, shrugged, conveying “Ok.  And?”
	“You probably shouldn’t be here.”
	A little offended he conveyed as much.  Then,
	“No boys allowed without a parent around.”
	Ah, thanks for the clarity.  He wondered if there was something about him being a biker.  Shrugging it off he waited for opportunity.
	It didn’t come.
	Two other girls came over with baggage—little ones.
	A boy also came, the girls’ ages and apparently well known to the family of Stacie’s.  Thorn was not.  There was no “opportunity” so Thorn made himself scarce—saving said opportunity for another time.

Another time, another opportunity
	I saw what you did there—busted!
	Thorn wasn’t much of a nature lover but sometimes he was!  Good thing, too!  One day while wrestling with the angst of being a teenager; aching to get out of school and be away from school he found himself at local park.  It was a weekend, midafternoon, and if he didn’t pass an upcoming math test he was in some kind of trouble.  EMAD detectors, Suits with Detectors, undercover snitches, were all over the high school—even more so since two girls went missing.
	Usually when plagued with bullshit he took a walk.  Sometimes he went to the batting cage to work out his frustrations.  Sometimes he took his bike out on a country road and opened it up.  Sometimes he took in a movie; sometimes it was hanging with his peers at a local dive or someone’s home.
	This day a walk was the thing.  He didn’t do drugs, he didn’t drink or smoke.
	So he walked.
	And walked.
	And walked some more coming to the train trestle.  That he liked.  The trestle went over a dry river; sometimes there was water in it but lately there was not.  He watched some butterflies, dragonflies, and waited for the southbound train.  It was late or not coming.  Then he heard another sound—
	Laughing.
	Giggling.
	Childish in nature.
	Thorn went into super stealth mode and slinked along the ground like a snake coming up onto a curious sight.  A teenage girl was “busy” with a young boy and girl.  The boy was about eight; red hair, freckles, typical lad—and naked!  So was the young girl, she was blond hair and all of about six.
	The teenage girl with them was Kristy.
	Kristy!
	OH!
	Thorn couldn’t believe what he was seeing.  Kristy hugged the boy, patted his ass, squeezed the cheeks, then got him to suckle her very nice teenage titties—all the while she frigged herself, too!  The little girl stood by stamping her feet being a typical giddy child.  Thorn checked her out and had unnatural desires.
	Kristy laid out on some picnic clothes, spread her legs, then positioned the young boy between her opened legs.  She did!  Thorn had to haul his meat stick out and pound heartily.  As the young boy got busy with fucking Kristy, Thorn thought and thought and thought some more.  Should he bust them?  It would for sure freak Kristy out—but he had the goods on her.  She was a molester!
	Pulling out his cell phone he surreptitiously recorded the event.
	After a good little fucking the boy was pulled up by Kristy to settle on her chest.  His little dinky was hard between her breasts; as she sucked his little pecker she frigged her fresh fucked pussy.  The little girl frigged herself, too!  Thorn couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
	The southbound arrived thundering across the trestle somewhat frightening the naked trio.  Kristy clung the kids to her and was relieved it was a short train.  Festivities resumed thereafter with Kristy having the little girl lay down and spread HER legs!  Awesome!
	Kristy fingered the little girl and then the boy did—the boy was being schooled by Kristy on how to finger a girl!  The then boy lay on the girl and began grinding himself against her!  Kristy fingered herself and Thorn did same to himself.

Getting to know you
	Blackmail; such an ugly word—I like “opportunist”!
	While trolling thru the park one day—er, walking—walking thru the park, alone, Kristy “just happened to see” Thorn in the company of some young children.  He was scurrying them towards a mid-sixties Chevy panel van.  Crappy cream color with bondo; it had mag wheels and looked like shit.
	Alarmed, a concerned Kristy made her way to the van.  There were few peoples at the park that day; there was a carnival nearby plus a race car event and other things going on taking usual parkers to park it elsewhere.
	The girl meandered thru the park being sneaky; using the trees and shrubs, sports bleachers to hide herself.  At length, though, she made it to the gravely parking lot and confronted the biker.
	“HEY!” she said as the high schooler loaded three children into the van.
	Thorn smiled to the girl, “Nice of you join us.”
	Kristy shook her head slowly,
	“W-what’s going on.” noting that the kids didn’t seem to be frightened about their pending predicament.
	“Come on in, join us.”
	“I-I don’t think so.” Kristy had a good body; nice butt, decent titties.  A nice face (that Thorn deeply wanted to jerk off onto) and since seeing her naked (and being extraordinarily naughty) she was bumped up a couple of notches on Thorn’s list.
	“Oh, I think you should.” He smiled and wavered his cell phone.
	Kristy saw on the screen herself being naughty with the two kids.
	Her breath was taken.
	“Oh my God!” she breathed (regardless of breath being taken.)
	“Get in.” Thorn said changing his happy tone to a more serious one.
	“Jesus!” she said becoming increasingly frightened.
	“He’s not here.” Thorn beckoned the girl to enter and after a hesitant moment—she did.
	Signed—sealed—delivered.

	Looking over the children and Kristy was genuinely concerned—and confused.  Also, still petrified about the images on Thorn’s cell phone.  Looking to Thorn and she conveyed as much along with “How?” how did you find me.
	“I like to take walks now and then,” supplied the biker, “it was just a chanced encounter.”
	Kristy sighed to herself—on one hand, though, she was lucky (damn lucky) it wasn’t anyone else.
	“Soooo, now what?” she asked.
	Thorn cracked his neck and thought thoughtfully,
	“You look better with your clothes off.”
	“Oh God!” she said in desperation.
	“He’s not here, either!”

	Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y the teenager stripped off her clothes pausing when it came to sliding down her panties.  Inside the ’65 panel van it was kinda musty.  Kinda.  It stunk of oil, grease, grime, and something else she didn’t know (and probably didn’t want to.)
	Kristy felt close to an emotional upheaval; soooo many things could go wrong.  She didn’t want to think about them.  She couldn’t believe what was happening and what she was doing—or done.  Then,
	“Help them out of their clothes.”
	“W-what are you going to do?” Kristy asked nervously.
	“Same as you were doing.” Thorn replied.  ‘but I’ll be involved!’
	Kristy felt horribly embarrassed being naked with Thorn.
	The kids, Tonya, Vicky, and Doy, were strangely quiet and “mindless.”
	Kristy was unawares of their mind controlled state of being.  She stripped off the youngest girl, Vicky—she was merely five!  A real cutey, very-very white skin, very-very blond hair, very-very blue eyes.  Such a sweet face!  More horribleness Kristy felt as she slid the child’s panties off.
	The other girl was a couple of years older; thick brown hair, super curly, nice enough looking child—especially naked!  Thorn, though, had Kristy stop undressing her when she (Tonya) was down to her panties.
	Thorn noted Kristy’s fears and pissedoffedness seemed to wane when she got to Doy.  He was a Korean boy of seven and that was the age she preferred.  With his tidy whiteys down Thorn could see the girl’s eyes feasting on the boy’s little wang.
	“Suck him.” Thorn said.
	Kristy paused, hesitated, farted, got embarrassed, then preformed the oral copulation.  She did so with gusto sucking his hairless nads, too.  And on her own she began frigging herself.  Thorn was pleased.  Tonya was taken into his arms and patted on the ass.  Kristy didn’t see (or care.)
	“Ok,” Thorn said, “have him suck you—titties, pussy…” he snickered with a devious smile.
	The girl complied—willingly but with surging fear and condemnation in the mix, too.  But she truly enjoyed fooling with Doy.  Casually and she saw Thorn fooling with the seven year old.  She had a few questions but they were submerged in a sea of illicit lust as Doy fucked her.
	Tonya, from the carnival, had been observed by Thorn drinking a soda; then she had another—and then another as she wandered the school sponsored event with her brothers and friends.  Thorn kept her under observation noting that she never once went to the bathroom.
	The van was parked with the twin open doors facing the open woods.  The regular parking lot was on the other side of the park; no one was at the gravely parking lot.  Perfect!  Fingering the girl’s cunny and the telltale signs of bathroom urgency began.  Thorn stood the near naked child outside of the van watching her pee thru her panties.  He liked that.  It was a fetish?
	Once the girl had peed thoroughly soaking her underwear Thorn slipped the garment off and hauled her back inside the van.  Hugging the now naked child he fingered her wet pussy getting very sexually aroused.  So, off came his own clothes.
	Kristy sat up staring at the naked Thorn.
	No, she had never seen a naked teenager before.
	Thorn removed the pissy panties of the little girl and seriously got busy with the fingering of her.  Doy went on to fuck Kristy sending her into a sexual frenzy whereas she mostly acted on her own—gripping the boy’s smooth butt, squeezing his cheeks, driving him into her hot torrid cunny until she shuddered and orgasmed.
	The act got Thorn off, too—he ejaculated onto Tonya’s cunt.
	Kristy didn’t care.  She got hers.  She lay nakedly in wanderlust reveling in the incredible torment that was indescribable.  She melted.  Her pretty eyes were glazed over as she came down from the lofty height of sexual fulfilment.  At length the girl “came around”; she heaved, panted, sweated, and was still in sexual want.  Sitting up she was refreshed by the open roof vent—and farted.  A long windy butt blast whereas she had to crack a cheek leaning to one side to let it rip.  She didn’t care.  Her pussy tingled and her sexual desire to get laid by a young boy had ye sated.
	“Come here.” Thorn said calmly.
	In like a bleary from awakening early in the morning she crawled over the two feet or so to Thorn and Tonya.  She saw the splatter of sperm on the child’s cunt.
	“Have at it.” Thorn said, “Clean her off.”
	Kristy had never tasted cum.  Thorn sat on his knees masturbating—watching her.  Slowly she leaned down and tackled the nasty act of licking up spilled spunk.  Thorn caressed her ass, fingered her crack, then touched her butthole.  Naturally and the girl tensed and shot him a so-so dirty look.  Then Thorn touched her pussy—her super sensitive pussy.  That changed everything.
	Eyeing the boy’s cock changed everything, too.
	After sucking up the sperm spillage on the seven year old’s cunt Kristy went down on Thorn’s cock.  It was better than expected.  Not way better but better.  Thorn caressed the girl’s dark hair and shoved as much of his fuck stick into her mouth as possible—then he pulled out to fuck her face.  Kristy cupped his balls and “loved” on his cock until it went back into her mouth to complete the oral copulation.
	He didn’t cum off into the girl’s mouth—he was saving that action for later.
	What Thorn did do, though, was—place his cock against Tonya’s cunt.
	Kristy thought for sure that he was going to fuck the girl right then and there.  But he didn’t—he merely gouged the girl’s virgin cunny, poked the entrance, lifted her legs and poked her asshole then made his way onto Kristy entering her kinda virgin pussy—kinda.

	As he loved on the girl sliding his cock masterfully into her sex he fingered the youngest girl, Vicky.  Kristy didn’t care—once more and her sexual wow factor was being exceeded.  He could be fingering a 3-yr old and she wouldn’t care.

	To the very brink of ecstasy Kristy was brought to—then pushed over.
	Sure, she had fingered herself to orgasm before—one time was while in her room sitting on window sill waiting—waiting for her parents to come home.  Then, when they did she continued to frig herself while they were in the drive hoping to cum as before the got to the front door.  She was successful once.
	To the very brink of ecstasy was Thorn brought to—then pushed over.
	Sure, he had fingered himself before—one time when he was spry lad of twelve he had watched the neighbors fuck; he had watched another neighbor spank his teenage daughter—her bare ass with his bare hand!  She had been fourteen and had been caught sneaking into her bedroom via the window a little after midnight.
	Thorn had also been caught jerking off by his mother—she wasn’t amused and whipped his bare ass—with HER bare hand.  Although the strikes were hard and stung his skin—he found that it also got him more sexually aroused than ever.
	While Kristy lay in a sexual dither, Thorn tongue lashed the five year old.
	He had no shame.  No morals.  None of that.  He licked her young cunny to his delight—to the point whereas he was getting hard whereas he had to pay attention to it whereas he either had to jerk off or—
	Right against the child’s cunny he lay it and laid her.
	No, no penetration but damn close.  Right against the slit he did grind until such a time as that special feeling came to be and a grand wash of spodie-odie came totally coating the youngster’s twat.  Turning the child towards Kristy he smiled, raised the girl’s legs spreading them, and nodded.  Kristy, fully friggin’ her hot box nodded back and crawled into position licking up all the goo that there was—plus sucking on the provider.
	Thorn felt compelled to re-fuck Kristy.
	So he did.

	After cleaning the kids up they were covertly snuck back into the carnival.
	Thereafter and with Kristy’s parents not home—
	Not a word did the girl speak on their way to her home.  Thorn didn’t say anything either.  Knowing that nosey neighbors would gawk (and then squawk) seeing the crappy van in a medium upscale neighborhood, Thorn took the alley and parked there.  

	“We got time?” Thorn asked of his silent passenger.
	“Time?” she had no clue.
	Thorn massaged his crotch catching the girl’s eyes.
	“Oooooh!” she murmured.  Licking her lips thoughtfully she quickly checked her watch.  Thinking some more—
	“Yeah, I-I think so.”

	dat;
	dat ass!  dat cunt!  does eyes!  does titties!
	In the sanctity of her upstairs bedroom Kristy Elaine Stomas displayed nervousness.  Thankfully and Thorn was there—he stripped off his clothes nonchalantly stroking his cock that she had earlier willing sucked.  Kristy pulled off her shirt then the rest of her clothing keeping her pretty brown eyes on Thorn’s cock.
	Stroking his cock he took in the naked girl in a better light.  Her room had many windows; light white curtains covered them but there was no chance a lookyloo nosey neighbor could see in due to trees blocking any optimum view.
	She was still nervous but moved to her bed laying down.  Thorn moved to the bed, spreading her leg and eyeing her pussy.  It was nice!  The view in the ’65 panel van was dim with only the roof vent giving decent light—until the twin swinging doors were opened.
	Applying his tongue he brought the nervous/timid girl to more pleasures.
	She bucked his face, frigged herself, and “got off” on being eaten out.
	Thorn held back mounting the girl and took his tongue to lashing her until she (and he) couldn’t stand it.
	“FUCK ME!” called out the girl.
	Well, what’s a guy gonna do with that!?
	And right from the onset of penetration there was already extreme pleasure.
	Thorn hoped not to be dog and prematurely cum—but it sure felt like it.  In his defense, though, he was already jazzed up.  The girl had a great set of titties!  Her ass was fantastic!  And those eyes!  She was otherwise a Plain Jane, nothing striking in the face—except Thorn’s cock!
	After jazzing the girl up to a euphoric state giving Thorn a wash of her personal juices the boy moved up her body pausing at her delightful breasts—cum as squirting out of his pisser splashing onto the girl’s plain-ish face.  He humped a good hump there pressing her teen titties over his cock before moving up to hump her face.
	Kristy latched onto his balls—all the while she seriously furiously frigged her sopping wet pussy.  She was still in need.  Insatiable!  Thorn returned to fucking the girl.
Hey, what’s that sound?
	And just as he got his nut and Kristy got hers—
	A car door slammed.
	Kristy flew off the bed checking the window overlooking the drive.
	“SON-OF-A-BITCH!” she yelled—almost loud enough for her untimely parents to hear.
	Looking to the naked sweaty Thorn—
	“You gotta go!”
	Too late—mommy was in the house with daddy right behind.
	No time.
	Seeing the walk-in closet the naked high schooler dived in with Kristy grabbing up his clothes.  And just as she scooped up his underwear—daddy opened the door!
	“Hey, Kris, looky what I got!”
	His beaming face was suddenly changed to sudden deadpan OH SHIT face.
	There was his teenage step-daughter butt bare assed naked.
	Kristy managed to hide the boy undies behind her back.
	Don Stomas stared wide eyed having never-before seeing Kristy naked—or any teenager for that matter (not in a long-long time anyways.)
	“Shit!” he said apologetically.  Slowly he backed out being very flustered and embarrassed.
	“Jesus!” Kristy breathed.  She turned tossing the undies into the closet then scrambled into her clothes.
	She found step-daddy Don downstairs with her mother and 6-yr old step-sister.
	“Did Don tell you?” Kristy’s mother said unable to hold her glee.
	“We’re going to Wally World!” shrieked Karen, the little six year old.
	It was kind of a big deal; going to the next-to-the-most happiest place on the earth—Wally World the amusing amusement park.  Tickets to the park were expensive and hard to come by.  Don had scored a family set of tickets from his workplace.
	Don and Kristy exchanged glances—embarrassing glances.  When the mommy, Carol, went off to do something else somewhere else,
	“I’m sorry for walking in on you—I-I was just excited about the tickets.”
	Kristy nodded; her relationship with Don was “ok”; he was nice but brought baggage with him into the family—his six year old daughter.  But he was nice, provided adequately for the family, and so on.  Kristy just regarded him as an intruder upsetting the otherwise tranquil family as it was.
	“It’s ok.” Kristy said with a shrug.  She was embarrassed and showed as much.  
	Back in her room and Thorn had managed to get his clothes on.  Getting out of the house would be the next trick.  In the meantime, little Karen came wandering in showing new big sister her school work.
	Kristy wasn’t interested and seemed to dislike the little blond haired girl a great deal.  This made Thorn smile.  Distinctly he could hear voices downstairs.  He waited—waited—then—
	ZAP!  Mind stun—to the little blond haired girl.
	“What did you do?” Kristy asked showing a little concern and some “how dare you” coupled with some pissedoffedness.
	“Like with those kids from the carnival.” he told her in a low voice.
	“Is-is she alright?” Kristy asked showing more concern.
	“Absolutely!” Thorn grinned.  “She’s fine.  Her mind’s just stunned temporarily, that’s all.”
	Kristy licked her lips thoughtfully.  Then,
	“W-what are you going to do?” more concern.
	Thorn didn’t answer but checked the door, strained to listen to the parental units downstairs, then cupped the little girl’s ass.
	Kristy’s mouth dropped conveying “Oh my God!”
	Karen was in knee length britches, jean type.  Thorn eased the pull-up garment down and copped another feel.
	“Ever give her a bath?”
	Kristy shook her head—she had little to do with the girl.  She and her father had been in the house not quite a year.
	Down came the pink panties.
	Kristy gulped, blinked her eyes, then backed up to the door.
	“Do you care—” Thorn asked (not caring if she cared) “what I do?”
	Kristy paused, strained to listen to her parents, then slowly shook her head.
	“Well, just—just don’t—you know.”
	Fuck her.
	Thorn nodded that he wouldn’t.
	Standing up and he fished his cock out and waggled it before the unwary girl.  Kristy’s mouth continued to hang open.  Thorn slapped his cock against the child’s face then he began putting it into her mouth.
	“Jesus!” Kristy said under her breath.
	Thorn scooped the child up placing her on Kristy’s bed; down came her pants and panties to her ankles then he put his mouth to her bald cunt.  Out the corner of his eye and he saw Kristy covertly fingering herself.  Awesome!
	Soon and the devil’s deed of cumming was upon him; he so loved tonguing bald poons but he loved cumming on them more!  So, rising up he wanked off spewing a goodly amount of ooze all over the child’s cunt.
	With a nod and wink to Kristy the fourteen year old came over and licked off the cream from her sister’s pussy.  It was quite a scene—one that Thorn relished.
	“I’ll be back.” he said with a smile.
	Kristy dressed her sister, Thorn “released” her mind as he disappeared back into the closet.  Kristy changed clothes as the family was going to go out for dinner in some sort of family celebration—and Kristy was intruded upon again!
	Just as she was pulling up her panties—the other ones were kinda soiled—in walked Don—again!  Kristy shot him a look saying aloud,
	“What the fuck!?”
	Don lost it—totally embarrassed, he couldn’t breathe and didn’t acknowledge his new daughter’s cursing.  He backed out and disappeared leaving Kristy to shake her head.  Opening the closet she checked the occupant within.
	Nothing was said.  What could be said, “Hey, thanks for the fuck!”
	There was, though, a lot she wanted to say; she was somewhat still disturbed by Thorn’s dastardly deeds with the kids from the carnival.  Then, at home how he had had his way with Karen.  Her pussy, though, still tingled from his dicking her.
	Once the family left, Thorn picked out Kristy’s panties from the hamper and enjoyed them.  er, he sniffed him, wrapped his dick in them, then made himself scarce.

*

That thing you do—do it again!
	As much as Kristy loved little boys—she loved Thorn, too.  Well, more specifically his cunt pleasing cock.  He returned a few days later when the proverbial coast was clear on a day where it was supposed the parent units wouldn’t be home for awhile—nor the pesky little Karen.
	Meeting Kristy at the backdoor and he could tell she was already horny.
	Suited Thorn, he was already horny, too!
	In the kitchen they embraced, kissed, and groped.
	Heavy on the groping.  So heavy that they almost fucked right there and then in the kitchen!
	“My room!” said Kristy out of breath.
	The two horny teens horned their way to the girl’s room and shed their clothes.  Hungrily and Kristy was on her knees sucking Thorn’s offering.  She made odd noises as she devoured his schlong.  He marveled at her and filled her mouth with fresh hot ooze moments later.  Kristy swallowed the spunk (a swallower!) then laid herself out on her bed, legs spread.

	Going down on the girl and it was very evident that she was in a horny way—her young cunny was highly “moist.”  It turned Thorn on.  Lapping the girl’s juices, nipping her lips, driving his tongue into her crevice and the girl went into ultra “fuck me” mode.  Grabbing his hair she bucked into his face anointing his handsome teenage face with her essence.
	“Oh God!” exclaimed Kristy, “I cant take it anymore!” she made an audible noise then said “FUCK ME ALREADY!”
	Thorn obliged.
	As they lay in lust, kissing, groping,
	“Honey, I’m home!” mom  “Are you here?”
	“What is it with your parents?” Thorn said diving into the closet again.
	Just in time; nosey mom was suddenly there at the open bedroom door and bemused somewhat at seeing her naked daughter.
	“Kristy!” she said in an admonishing tone, “W-what are you doing?”
	Then,
	“Nevermind—I know what you are doing!”
	The mom, Carol, was nicely dressed in a two-piece outfit with beige skirt and matching business jacket.  Nice ample titties, shoulder length auburn hair, and a couple of cunt hairs over six foot (2meters) tall.  Just a couple…
	The woman left leaving her daughter on the bed in stunned embarrassment.
	That was good ‘cause Thorn mind zapped her.
	Out in the hallway he saw Carol go into her bedroom.  It was daring, bold, incredulous—the thoughts and actions Thorn Sassafrass was contemplating.  Not good—no, not good at all!
	Carol had just remove her beige outer jacket, kicked off her shoes and then slid down her skirt.  That made it easy—for Thorn!  Mind zapping the woman and the boy entered the room (nakedly) sizing up the woman clad in her underwear.  She wouldn’t be the first woman he had fucked…
	Bra off, panties down (and off) Thorn sized the woman up again—now that she was naked.  A quick check on Kristy then he was back laying Carol on her bed.  Her poon pie was neatly trim.  Some fingering was in order then he applied tongue for two minutes max.  His cock ached and into her womanness he drove his bone getting busy with the program that was fucking.

	Carol moaned; she groaned, sweaty, got hardened nipples, and came multiple times.  Thorn was sure that she was getting dick from her hubby but she sure as hell seemed to crave it!  hmmm just like her daughter!  Thorn fucked and fucked achieving his own orgasm and feeling like he was melting.  It was a dynamic fuck worthy of doing it again.
	So he did.
	Although exhausted he left Carol to bone Kristy.  Mostly it was heavy petting, groping, fingering, kissing, and prodding.  He felt the necessity of sleep coming on and the need of a good showering when—
	SLAM!  Car door.
	Daddy was home.
	“Shit!  Piss!  Motherfucker!”
	Quickly he raced to put Carol back together and place her where she had last been.  He had just enough time to race back to Kristy’s room when Don came up the stairs.  Kristy lay mindless on the bed.
	Thorn had not one but TWO Electronic Mind Altering Devices.
	One was a simple mind zapping; a mind stunner.
	The other was a bit more sophisticated—a gift from his dad.
	“Use it well, son,” Jumbles told him, “but be careful.” The new EMAD was a prototype and so the idiosyncrasies were not known.
	Hiding in the closet he waited—he heard voices and then none.
	Then, there was Don at the door peering in seeing his naked step-daughter on the bed.  Holding his breath, still sweating, cock aching, Thorn activated the new EMAD.  A little fumbling and he accessed what he wanted—
	‘you like seeing Kristy naked?’
	That was a given—Don Stomas nodded and gouged the heel of his hand to his dress slack bulge.
	‘would if you could—fuck her?’
	Another given.  Don nodded and seemed to be in serious ache.

Finale arrangements
	With Carol working overtime Don made the family dinner; mac&cheese!
	There was good talk amongst them about school and upcoming summer vacation plans.  After dinner and Kristy disappeared to her room; Don took his biological daughter to the bathroom for her bath.  It wasn’t the first time he had bathed his child nor was it the first time he had slipped her the finger.  Now, enthused by seeing Kristy naked his unnatural desires increased near exponentially.
	Then, while drying the giddy five year old he tickled her and got her to squeal.  This led to getting the girl down on the floor amass the towels and bath rugs—and there he did lick her dainty little pussy continuing to tickle her distracting her from his naughtiness.
	‘would you fuck her?’
	It was a bold question—one that the “invisible” Thorn wanted to know.  He wasn’t actually invisible or using the other EMAD-invisible technique of warping the air about himself; he used a mind trick (via the EMAD) putting it to the Target’s mind that “you don’t see me”; in essence rendering the User “invisible.”
	Don didn’t really want to harm his child but he DID want to cum on her.
	Carefully—very-very carefully Thorn zapped the little girl’s mind making her mindless.  Then, he gave the ok to Don to “whip it out” and have at it.
	Don paused but did fish out his manhood and lay it against the girl’s cunny.  There he began humping, grinding lightly and then hard with some gouging and poking against her sex until such a time as there was ejaculation.  He shuddered all over and for a moment—a brief moment—he felt like a cad.  Lower than low.
	Smearing his spunk all over the child’s cunt, though, the cad-low feeling evaporated and he moved up straddling the girl gliding his cum squirter against her lips.  But the horribleness of his actions returned bringing him back to reality.  He almost wept!
	Standing Karen up he wiped his spunk off of her and pulled up her kiddie panties then dressed her in her jammies.  He kissed her but Thorn couldn’t release her mind ‘cause the dufus was still naked himself!
	Don cupped his child’s ass but the sexual misdoings he had conjured had died.  He felt badly so Thorn helped him out—‘put your clothes on, stupid!’
	Don pulled up his drawers and pants and Thorn released the child’s mind.
	All was well.  They went to Karen’s bedroom and goofed therein (non-sexually) and he read her a bedtime story.
	But the man was still horny—but for his “other” daughter—Kristy!
	‘I can arrange that.’

	Kristy was so-so about sex with Don.  Sex with Thorn was one thing but she didn’t particularly care for Don.  She sucked his dick then laid out across her bed; Don eyed her nakedness then customarily went down on her eating her out to his delight.  Kristy, like Don, was unawares of Thorn’s presence.
	After much tonguing the man of the hour mounted and entered the girl.
	Kristy languished and was not so enthused—but in her mind was dredged up her own wonton naughtiness.  She loved little boys—naked little boys.  Closing her eyes she blotted out Don.  Don didn’t care—he went on to fuck-fuck-cum.
	But he wasn’t thru.
	Turning the teenage girl over he swatted her ass.  Not hard—but it made a sound and soon turned a little shade of red.  It was a turn-on for Don.  The man then went down spreading the girl’s cheeks flicking his tongue to her cornhole.
	On his own!
	Thorn was mildly impressed.
	And then there was more—after heavy licking the man of the hour poked and prodded his way into sodomy.  Kristy was not so much into that venture and tried to block the man from proceeding.  But he spanked her and drove his hardened cock into her hole.  The butt fuck was on.
	And just as he was cumming off therein—
	“OH MY GOD!” screamed Carol at the door.  “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?” that was obvious; but still.  The woman lost her breath; she had finished up work early and finding her car wouldn’t start she called a taxi to “sneak” her home not wanting to bother dear hubby to traipse all the way into the city to fetch her.
	She was losing her mind.
	Kristy turned to her mother whispering “Help me!”
	This only sent the woman into a rage.
	Don backed up trying to protect himself from the reign of blows the woman was pummeling him.  There was no explaining how his cock had somehow found its way into her daughter’s asshole.  No way.
	Suddenly, Carol came up with Kristy’s baseball bat.
	Don made it out the bedroom door but was beaten on the backside with the bat by a very powerful and very pissed off Carol.  She hit him on the shoulders, sides, head, and then—
	Then he tripped, lost his footing at the top of the stairs and stumbled tumbled down the curved stairs to become a lifeless heap at the bottom.
	Well fuck!
	Finale-finale—
	Some three months later and Kristy and her mom were “late.”
	“Did you fuck my mom?” Kristy asked.  She had to.
	Thorn looked right to her and lied—“No.” then, “do you want me to?”
	“No.” not No but HELL NO!
	Life in the house had changed somewhat; Kristy wasn’t so inclined to fool around—not without electronic help!  Thorn continued to fuck both Kristy and her mother on a semi-regular basis.  He also messed with the five year old, too.  But mostly he enjoyed Kristy (and her mother.)

Maryanne
	Goat cheese
	The making of goat cheese begins with “take one goat”…
	Kristy had a close friend, Maryanne, who had a pet goat.
	She also had a pet miniature horse and a potbellied pig!
	The piggie had won some competition at the local fair; the miniature horsey had won some ribbon at the state fair.  The goat…
	The goat was a special pet to the girl; it was just a couple of years old, mostly white in color and not as “ornery” as most male goats.  On Thorn’s secretive visit and “Frosty” was making cheese.

	Maryanne’s family was “well off” with her Pa coming into money from some oil that spurted up on his property located in another state far-far south of the Mason/Dixon Line.  As such, the family, consisting of Maryanne, her older dimwit dumb as an ox but just as strong brother Jedidiah (Jed), he Ma, Pa, Grandma, and the afore several animals.  Coming into so much money meant the family had one of the biggest houses in the Brookstone area; they had a custom pool, whirly pool, grazing land for the animals, more bedrooms than they could count with bathrooms to match, and a helluva basement brother Jed hardly left—pool table, air hockey, electronic games, pin balls, mini bar…
	The family also had hired help to maintain the big house; maid, butler, driver, and a personal assistant to Maryanne’s Pa, “Buddy”/Bud Kristian/Kris to help manage his money so he would have some.
	“Miss Jane,” Maryanne complained, “I got plenty of clothes!”
	Miss Jane, the assistant to Maryanne’s Pa and ye the whole household, begged to differ.  Miss Jane, a fitting example to a farmer’s scarecrow, was fastidious fuddy-duddy in helping the young backwoods country girl become more citified.  It wasn’t easy.  She had given up on Jedidiah, the lunkhead boy was hopeless—all that boy cared about was cars, girls, his appearance, and money.  Not necessarily in that order.  He cared little about refinement.
	He told Miss Jane once, “I am what I am ‘cause that’s what I am!”
	Back to Maryanne.
	“Yes, you may have plenty of clothes but there are some “gaps” in your attire.”  Miss Jane about had a hissy fit when she saw that Maryanne had gone buck naked swimming.  Although the girl had a fine-fine figure for being fourteen, she had an older brother and her Pa around.  Miss Jane was well versed on knowing that backwoods country folk fooled around with one another in family.
	Although that might be ok in the backwoods country it was not so in the city and Miss Jane was apt to correct that.
	Looking down to herself and Maryanne didn’t see the problem; she had changed clothes as per suggestion by Miss Jane but still—the broomstick woman shook her grizzled head sadly; No, that wont do, either.
	Thorn, however, preferred the teenager to be au natural.  She had more than ample breasts corralled by a simple white undershirt (that was tied in a knot at her stomach.) A flat stomach, a terrific ass, shapely hips, long-long soft brown hair with incredible matching brown eyes.  Awesome gal in no need of an attire update.
	So, clad in a crazy red polka dotted yellow bikini the not-so shy teenager laid out by the second pool—there was a second pool located on the other side of a makeshift barn.  There had been a pond there for regular critters as the family’s new home was backed up against woodlands.

	Lying on her stomach with her eyes closed a wet touch on her back made
her jump with a startle.
	“Knock it off, Jed!” she exclaimed exasperatedly.
	But it wasn’t brother Jed but her goat, Frosty.

	Frosty was a young goat not quite four feet high.  His goofy tongue lolled out the side of his mouth and he made odd sounds as he backed away from being startled by Maryanne.
	“Come on, Frosty, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
	Her voice was wondrous; cautiously the wily animal trotted back to her as she sat up sitting on the side of the lounger.  She stroked his soft white fur as she talked to softly to him.
	“You are such a beauty!” she cooed.  “I shoulda named you Beauty!”
	The goat nanny-ied that notion and bumped his head into her arm.
	“Are you being playful!?” she cheered.
	“Or frisky!?” and with that she looked around to see who was about.
	Seeing no one she petted her pet, caressed his furry face, and grinned-grinned-grinned.  Then she popped open her bikini top and blew Thorn-the-unseen’s mind.  He knew and understood that backwoods country folk were a little odd—but…
	Thorn saw then that the animal’s  cock was stiff and protruding from its goaty sheath.  Maryanne did so infacto “reach” for the goaty member and stoked it.  She did!  Thorn’s eyes were all attentive.  “what the fuck’s she gonna do next?” he thought to himself, “blow him?”
	Funny thing happened just then…
	She did.
	All thoughts in Thorn’s mind were gone.  They were blown.  Not one thought could he conjure.  Never-ever before in his life or any other had he seen a girl suck off on a goat.  With one hand she stroked the animal’s backside; the other hand stroked his pinkish boner as well as cupped his fuzzy balls.  Her mouth latched down onto the goat pecker and she went back and forth and back and forth.
	Frosty made goatish sounds, twitched his head and tongue, and his tail was in business for itself.
	Slowly she suckled on the long, erect cock, slipping her fingers back and forth over the swollen head.  Frosty continued to make noises, stamping his little feet, and nodding up and down his goaty head apparently being very pleased about the blowjob.
	As their passion increased Maryanne began fingering herself.
	“Oh God!” the girl said smacking her lips—lips that were coated with goat spunk, “that was soooo good!”
	Thorn shook his head, “what the fuck next!?  She gonna fuck him?”
	Funny he should think that…
	Slipping off the lounger she slid off her bikini bottom, sat up on her knees somewhat stretching.  Then she got busy fingering herself as well as massaging her delightful breasts.  Frosty made continuous sounds a goat makes then bucked his head into the naughty girl’s belly.
	“OH!” Maryanne giggled, “I know—I know.” she said giggling, “I know we’re not finished.”
	After fingering herself a goodly minute she offered her pussy soaked fingers to the furry creature he nimbled them.  The girl also offered her bountiful teenage titties.  While Frosty suckled the nipples the crazy country farm girl fingered herself until she was moaning.
	Sitting back down on the lounger Maryanne opened her legs and Frosty went after it—tonguing the girl’s very wet and sensitive cunny.  As Frosty did his thing the girl grabbed the animal’s head/ears and held him in position.
	The grating of his coarse tongue on her sensitive cunt lips thrilled her to supreme ecstasy; grinding herself against his face she bucked her legs making as much noise as he had!
	Suddenly, the enthralled country girl GOT ON HER KNEES and Frosty the Wonder Goat got into position.  Yea, THAT position.  If before and Thorn’s head was blown—it was exploded now.
	Frosty the goat climbed up into prime “fuck a human” position, the infamous doggie-style and inserted his goaty cock.  Maryanne’s cunt was all too willing to accept.  The girl squealed as the slick pinkish member entered her sex; one hand snaked under her to frig her “excite” button.  She was already drenched with her own cum and begged her pet “FUCK ME!”
	Thorn’s cock was out but—after a goat had fucked he wasn’t so sure about sloppy seconds.  ‘that’s some pussy you can keep.’
	Bucking back against Frosty and she only excited the animal more—which was her plan.  The animal grunted and powerful thrusts brought them both to a satisfying completion.
	Her breasts were glorious—glorious Centurion—glorious!  She mawed them as she sat up on her knees; rivers of mixed cum trickled down her soft tanned legs.  Furiously she frigged herself into a new euphoria.
	Frosty danced around like he was on fire.
	“You want to finish me off?” Maryanne giggled.
	As if the furry pet understood (and who’s to say he didn’t?) the creature pranced and made goatish noises with his tongue lolling from one side of his cunt juiced face to the other.

	Maryanne settled on the tiled deck spreading her legs and leaning back.  Frosty the Wonder goat went right to her sopping wet cunt licking heartily—in essence “finishing her off.”
	Just then there was brother Jed standing at the kitchen door with his dick out whacking away.  He was soon joined by his Pa.  Thorn, hiding at the pool shed, waited.  What he expected to happen—didn’t.
	“Looky at her, Pa,” Jed said shaking his head—and his cock.
	“Ooooh, weee, I sure am lookin’!” then he slapped at his seventeen year old son who could raise a car, a boulder, and punch a bear square in the da face.
	 Bud/Buddy, a grizzled man of some age massaged his own cock just the same, though.  Shaking his head he stepped back into the kitchen—still looking.
	“You gonna tan her?” Jed asked.
	“Nah, don’t do no good no how—‘sides, she likes it!” spanking.
	“Anyways,” he continued—and continued to massage himself, “She aint a hurtin’ no one—anyways the goat don’t seem to mind.” He chuckled.  Jed peeked out—still with his hard dick in his hand,
	“Dadgum, Pa, whens I did it you got all pissed off and hit me with a switch tellin’ me never to do it again!”
	Bud squinted an eye, keeping the other on his misbehaving daughter, nodding and thinking back to the days in the backwoods country.
	“Ye doggie, I’s remember,” he said, “but when you was a doin’ it you was a fuckin’ the Wilbur.”
	Wilbur?
	“I know, Pa, I-I was admittedly a little drunk.  But he didn’t seem to mind, neither, Pa!”
	“Yeah, but he was a boy pig, boy, a BOY pig!” that makes a different.  If’in yer gonna fuck outside of yer species, fuck the opposite sex of species!
	“Alright, Pa.” but, “We ought to stop her.”
	“Why?”
	“Well, we’re citified, now, Pa, that sort of thing is alright back where we come from, but not out here—this is civilization!  If’in we let her go on with Frosty—she’ll be having relations with Cortez (horse) and Santos (potbellied pig).  And from there no tellin’ what she’ll let hump her!”
	Bud nodded thoughtfully saying “You may have a point there, boy, you may have a point.” He mused a moment more than stepped out to the patio deck.
	Maryanne jumped up covering her bare breasts and shielding her sopping wet cunny.
	“No need to do that now!” Pa sound somewhat angrily.  Turning to Jed (who still had his dick out) “Take Frosty to the barn, put ‘im in his stall, lock it, close the barn door!” no need for stray critters to get involved any more than they were.
	Maryanne stood still hiding herself.
	“Maryanne,” Bud said chastising his naughty daughter, “we’ve had this conversation before.”
	“But Pa,” whined the girl, “it was Frosty who started it!”
	Bud closed his eyes, “Ooooh we!” the rest of what he wanted to say was lost.  Sure, it wasn’t the first time he had gandered at his daughter naked—back home and she had a severe aversion to the wearing of clothing.
	“You’ve got to stop this carousing with animals!” and with that he took his daughter by the elbow pulling her to him.  Then, a swift hard swat to her bare very-very tan ass.
	“OW!” shrieked the girl tensing up all over.
	Bud landed another—then another.
	“Awd damn, Pa!” Maryanne quipped rubbing her ass.  There were no tears.
	“Yer gonna learn!” Pa said still angrily.
	“I tolt you, Pa, it was Frosty who started it!”
	“And you shoulda stopped it!”
	“I couldn’t, Pa, he was in need!”
	“I’m in NEED, too, damn it!” she had gotten his ire.
	Plopping down on a cement seat so as not to collapse the lounger he brought his naked teenage daughter across his knees and commenced to walloping.
	Meanwhile, in the barn…

	Some say Jedidiah wasn’t right in the head.  A lot said that.  Strong as an ox, dumb as one, too.  He was seventeen but on a lower grade level.  Most his schooling days were spent working the family farm, hunting, fishing, bashing some bear in the face, liftin’ a car off’in some dumbass who fell drunkenly underneath it, and chargin’ into a hickory tree during a thunderstorm.  (the tree bent…)
	In the barn he brought Frosty the Wonder goat into his stall; the barn door was shut and then the stall door.  Jed giggled, petted his sister’s favorite pet, then dropped his clothes, gave his 8-incher a good thrashing, then—THEN began making way into the goat’s hole.
	With the goat not so inclined he had to be “tied up”; his hooves hobbled and his goaty head held by rope.  Jed entered the goat’s butt and got busy with the stroking—it was soooo much better in a hole, any hole, than simple wanking off.		It wasn’t his first time with Frosty; back home he had buggered other farm animals; Cosmo the Wonder horse, Butterscotch the Other Wonder horse, Kollie the Wonder sheep—and Kollie was female!  So was Butterscotch—but not Cosmo!
	So, Jedidiah got it on with Frosty; even reaching around the whack the goat off!  When done, a quickie, the backwoods country boy wiped his dirtied dick on the goat’s fur, untied him, then stepped out of the barn buck naked.
	At the poolside and daddy Bud was walloping Maryanne’s ass something fierce.  Her very-very tan ass had turned a brilliant shade of red.  And although there were tears the girl was friggin’ herself to beat all.  When her Pa stood her up her pussy was gushing juices.  Her Pa had a very pronounced boner, too!
	“I felt your manhood, Pa,” said the country girl, “you oughtin’ waste it!”
	Pa nodded and thought that that was a good idea.  He stood and dropped his pants freeing his cock right then and there.  Jed (and Thorn) grinned and masturbated instead of participating.  Maryanne dropped to her knees and eyed the one-eyed monster—then gripped the poppycock and took it into her mouth.  She made slurping sounds, odd sounds, gulping sounds.  Her Pa just stood, grinned, ran his fingers thru her hair, then noted his dimwit son standing buck naked at the barn door—whackin’ off.
	Bud nodded to the boy as well as waved him “come on!”
	Jedidiah happily scampered over with his 8-incher leading the way.
	“You spent a long time in the barn, boy, did you—” then, “uh, never mind, Jedidiah, I-I don’t think I want to know!” me either!
	Jedidiah grinned at his sister’s young tender ass bouncing in the noonday sun.  Waggling his cock he got down on his knees then began smacking it against his sister’s ass.  Maryanne reached back without stopping her sucking and pulled a cheek open.  Jedidiah gouged his sister’s crack, prodded her hole, glided his fuck stick against her swollen cunt then made entry therein.
	Pa had a normal cock of almost seven inches—all of it went into his daughter’s mouth.  Jedidiah gripped his sister’s cheeks and drove his cunt hungry cock DEEP into her; he reached around her to diddle her pussy and excite her all the more.  Thorn was out of his mind watching the family; scooting thru the bushes to get a better view and he noted someone had been at the kitchen window.
	Hmmm who was it?
	Jedidiah humped fast and furiously, pulling out to slap his sister’s ass before plunging it into her asshole.  Maryanne coughed/sputtered pulling back to gasp to catch her breath.  Pa giggled and slapped his cock against her face.  Jedidiah strained to get his nut but then moved back albeit awkwardly to settle on his ass; his cock fully embedded into Maryanne’s hole.  The girl spread her legs wide bouncing as much as she could; her bouncy titties took her Pa’s gaze and he grinned even more.
	Thorn saw for sure someone at the kitchen door but the glint of the sun in his eyes prevented him from seeing exactly who.  He did, though, get a whiff of perfume—it was intense, not flowery but something else.  Intense!
	Bud then moved down to awkwardly get into position whereas he could enter his not-so timid daughter and begin fucking.  It was awesome—so Thorn thought.  He had always thought Maryanne to be a bit demure and not incestuous.
	Bud was all the way in fucking his daughter with great umph and mighty deliberance.   A time or two he pulled out to hump the girl’s gash; Maryanne languished as she had TWO cocks in her body.  The two fucking seemed to try and get into a “rhythm” but it wasn’t happening.  Jedidiah came off firstly, gobs of cum drenched his cock and balls.  He strained hard as he pumped the last bit then his Pa got off filling Maryanne’s pussy to the max with jiz.

*

Daddy dearest
	It was difficult to keep Maryanne and her family out of his conscious mind.  On the outside, Maryanne looked normal enough, her backwoods country girl accent was charming and not “thick” like some backwoods country girls he knew.
	Keeping check on the social group surrounding Kristy and Thorn found the next girl equally charming.  She didn’t have an accent; she had legs.  She had a nice butt, titties, and a helluva smile!  Golden hair, incredible green eyes, lightly had she been kissed by the sun, and tall.  A great girl, great personality, and like Maryanne, from the outside no one knew of anything different going on within.
	And like with Kristy, Thorn knew—he just knew—that looks were deceiving.  There was something—something—about the girl.  She was too pretty!  She was very likeable, friendly, friendly, and Thorn wanted to know—had to know—if whether or not she was a virgin.
	What he found out was—
	Although happy-happy on the outside, there was turmoil for the girl on the inside.  Her happy-happy family was breaking up.  What the exact cause was was unknown but the effect was widespread—especially for a girl who adored her father.  He was leaving the family and moving to the big city—a bigger city further than the City that was closer.
	The breakup and move was a big thing for Dawn (who adored her father) and she vowed to do anything to keep him closer to home.  Anything.  Yea, that thing.  Thorn witnessed that ruse when the father, “Kevin” was at the home fetching some personal items and Dawn was there, too.
	So was Thorn.
	Thorn, using a Device his father gave him for personal uses, was “invisible” to sight—the air/space time continuum disturbed enough that anyone looking in his direction would not see him.  Like with Jumbles, though, the side effects were nasty—headaches, blurred vision, ear ringing, loose bowels…
	A confrontation took place in the parental bedroom.
	“Daddy, I don’t want you to leave.” began Dawn.
	“I know, sweetie, but things have changed and I have to.”
	A brief pause and—
	“You don’t have to go so Goddamn far!” way-way out of character.
	Kevin whirled around to his daughter conveying harshly “What the eff did you say?” without saying it.
	Dawn was a little petrified—how far could she push her father?
	“You can go to the City and we’ll still be together.”
	Kevin was still thrown by his daughter’s earlier statement.  Shaking his head, though, “No, honey, I have to go to Bigger City.”
	“No, Goddamn-fucking damnit!”
	Holy shit!
	Kevin, though, was still stunned.
	Not the reaction Dawn wanted.
	If Goddamn-fucking damnit wasn’t going to get it—
	“You have to stay, I want you to, I need you.” and “I’ll do anything.”
	Kevin was still stunned at his teenage daughter’s outbursts.
	“Well, what the fuck?  Say something!” the words coming out of that pretty mouth!  Oh!
	Kevin blinked his eyes, cocked his head,
	“Y-you—shouldn’t be cussing like that.”
	“Well, fuck, you’re leaving me—what the fuck am I supposed to fucking do?”
	Kevin—still stunned.
	Thorn decided to help out the cause sensing that the girl was pushing her dear daddy for a reason—but he wasn’t fulfilling the desired effect.
	‘maybe she needs a whoopin.’ Thorn suggested.  Using the EMAD’s special invisibility ability AND transmitting “suggestions” was not only a drain on the Device but the User as well.  But it was for a good cause.
	“I-I think you need a spanking!” stammered Kevin.
	Now it was Dawn’s turn to be stunned—but it was an act.
	“I don’t fucking want you to goddamn go!”
	Still stunned somewhat the man plopped down on the bed and pulled his daughter to him.
	The girl.  Dawn Mary Hindlegs.  Fourteen.  Long-long beautiful honey blond hair; dazzling eyes, incredible face, gorgeous skin, great titties and a fantastic ass stood in faded blue jeans torn at the knees and thighs—the style of the day.
	“You-you keep that mouth up—you-you definitely going to need a spanking!”
	“Maybe I do!” retorted the girl, then—
	“Who’s going to do it?  YOU!  You’re fucking going to leave!”
	Kevin had had enough of his mouthy girl and yanked her to him swatting her ass.  It was kind of wussy but it was a beginning.
	“OUCH!” cried out Dawn.  She caressed her ass but there was no sting.
	“Goddamn that hurt!” she continued.
	Kevin landed another.
	“FUCK!”
	Another.
	“FUCK!  SHIT!  GODDAMN FUCK!”
	Goddamn fuck?
	Kevin yanked his daughter across his lap as he plopped onto the bed smacking Dawn’s ass with great velocity and some vehemence.
	Dawn fussed somewhat, twisting, arching her back, pretend crying, still cussing up a blue goddamn fuck streak.  Then—
	While smacking his daughter’s ass she suddenly undone her faded blue jeans and tugged them down.  On her own!  Hmmm  this was new.
	Kevin smacked the girl clad now in her yellow tinted panties.
	The girl continued to rant, to cuss, and wail.
	Kevin continued to smack pausing only—only when the yellow tinted panties were inched down exposing her ass.  The ass flesh was a brilliant shade of red.  It had been a long-long damn long time since last he had seen dat ass.  He paused, breathed hard, sweated harder.  His mind was blank.  Dawn caressed her searing ass, twisting some then struggling to stand up.
	Not hair one was on her pussy.
	Kevin stared and stared and stared.
	Not hair one!

	“Jesus!” Kevin said at last.
	Dawn (on her own) began fingering herself.  Kevin was all attentive—and getting hard!  Methodically, without thinking, he began massaging himself with his eyes locked solely on his daughter’s cunt.  There was a longing there—a want.
	On her own still, Dawn pulled off her top and unhitched her bra freeing those bodacious ta-tas.  And they were bodacious!  Nice, firm, fully graspable ta-tas.  Kevin’s eyes went from his daughter’s cunt to his daughter’s titties.  Dawn stepped out of her clothes and there she was—naked!
	“We can play around if you want.” she said.
	“Play around?” he needed clarity.
	Dawn pursed her lips and let him figure it out.
	It did—it “dawned” on him in about a minute.
	Slowly, though, he shook his head.  Although there was a want (and a possible yearning) there was no way the man was going to “play around” with his daughter.  No way.
	But it was right there.
	Willing!
	‘don’t be a fool, fool!’ encouraged Thorn his vision blurring and the pesky ringing in his ears beginning to seriously annoy him.
	“Honey, I-I cant!” stammered the man grappling with his conscious.
	“It’s ok, Daddy,” Dawn said being persistent, “I want to.”
	Kevin’s mind was blown—and then his cock.  Dropping to her knees she took over massaging her daddy’s cock.  Then, expertly, she unzipped and fished out his boner.  Daddy Kevin sat in total mesmerment watching her.  Dawn took the daddy cock in her hands and slowly squeezed the member that had a bit of pre-cum soiling the piss slit.
	Then, she sucked it.
	She did!  On her own!
	Thorn didn’t know how much more of the ill-effects of the EMAD he could take—his nose had begun to bleed and he felt a little faint.  That probably would be bad—he might keel over and lose cohesion of the EMAD thus ending his invisibility ability.
	Dawn gradually engulfed her dear daddy’s dong sucking on just the head.  It had probably been a long-long time since last he had gotten a hummer.  Dawn made no facial expression expressing disgust—well, none that Thorn could see.  She rolled her tongue about the super sensitive crown then slowly-slowly began inching the cock into her mouth.
	Kevin moaned.
	Slowly and Kevin put his hands thru his daughter’s hair; leaning back he worked his slacks down where Dawn finished taking them down.  Off came his shoes and then—then his underwear.  Dawn continued suck-suck-sucking while her daddy unbuttoned his shirt.  Once he was totally nude the girl slid her own nude body up onto his and lay on him.  Kevin’s hands roamed all over his daughter’s body; specifically her ass and backside—mostly her ass.  His legs spread and Dawn seemed to be grinding on him.
	It was intense.  The groping.  The caressing.  The grinding.
	Soon and Dawn spread HER legs grinding her hairless (not hair one!) cunt on her daddy’s dong.  Kevin took holt of his daughter’s super fine ass; Dawn raised herself up just enough to work his cock into her sex.  There was no quitting, no going back.  Kevin groaned, moaned, and penetrated his daughter’s teenage snatch.

	Dawn raised herself up, her torso.  Kevin feasted his eyes on those “bodacious ta-tas” and fondled them.  Giving a mighty thrust and the incestuous deed was done.  Full vaginal penetration.  The pumping began immediately with the pair rolling over to the typical Missionary.
	Dawn bit her lip as she thrashed about.  She made odd noises; pleasure and other.  Her young legs flailed about; she griped her daddy’s arms and clung on for dear life as she was fucked-fucked-fucked.
	Three minutes tops.
	Kevin unleashed a torrent of love; his thrusts were more dramatic shoving every inch of his adequate love tool into his daughter’s poon straining his cock to get every ounce of his liquid love into her as well as the sensation of pleasure.
	When done, the two lay in a crumbled heap of sweat; sex sweat.
	Their mouths met and they began to passionately-passionately kiss.  Though exhausted they groped one another continuing to bang.  Kevin got his mouth to his daughter’s teenage titties and sucked the life out of them—all the while he fingered her sopping wet cummy cunt.
	Then it was round two.

A girl is said to be grown up when she starts wearing a bra. A boy is grown up when he starts removing it.
We all love to spend money buying new clothes but we never realize that the best moments in life are enjoyed without clothes.
Having a cold drink on hot day with a few friends is nice, but having a hot friend on a cold night after a few drinks – PRICELESS.
Breaking News: Condoms don’t guarantee safe sex anymore. A friend of mine was wearing one when he was shot dead by the woman’s husband.
Arguing over a girl’s bust size is like choosing between Molson, Heineken, Carlsberg & Budweiser. Men may state their preferences, but will grab whatever is available.
A recent study found that women who carry a little extra weight live longer than the men who mention it.

*

And then there’s this
	Thorn awoke to the sound of … a shower.  And he wasn’t in it.
	He was, however, on the floor (in the closet) where he had been hiding in secret (invisible.)  The nasty side-effects of the Device usage had gone—thankfully.  Thorn didn’t know how much more he could have taken.  His mouth felt like—an animal’s pelt.
	Five minutes—ten—possibly fifteen before he was even able to move.  A little more time before his senses came about.  The shower noise had ceased replaced by new noises.  His hearing was still a bit off; like a stuffed nose his ears seemed clogged.  Peering out the slats of the walk-in closet he saw the bathroom door of the bedroom open.  No one was in the bedroom.
	In the bathroom and Dawn was on her hands and knees with her dearest daddy behind her—pumping heartily and steadily.  Dawn grunted as she was boned—or buggered.  She fingered herself and her facial expression suggested that dear daddy was in her pussy—again.
	The end result of all this was…
	“I think I’ll keep this apartment!” smiled Kevin Hindlegs.
	Dawn smiled saying “I thought you might.”

African Queen, Agent Orange, Goliath
(not the name of a famous boat), (not the name of a foliage killer), (not the name of a famous giant)
	Grandaddy Purple, Romulan Cheese, Cranberry Kush were what Claudia and her college aged sister, Megan were toking.  Claudia, fourteen, friend of Kristy, Stacie, and Maryanne, puffed-puffed-puffed on bags of weed Megan had scored from college.  She was home for a few days for some undisclosed reason.  The girls sat on the floor in Megan’s old bedroom; it was early evening, no lights on, popcorn scattered on the floor, sodas at the ready, the teenage girls well on their way to being stoned.
	Thorn Sassafrass had seen Claudia hanging with Kristy and Maryanne; she was of Chinese decent and had a very-very nice ass.  A nice set of titties, too.  She seemed friendly, concerned about passing 8th grade biology, and Thorn wondered if she, too, had a shaven cunt (like Maryanne—not hair one!).
	Thorn was on a mission—to engage with each Kristy’s immediate social group.  They all seemed to have intriguing lives and the Sassafrass lad wanted to be a part of that purely on an esoteric level of course.  He guessed, too, that it had something to with “conquering.”  When after Dawn had left her daddy’s apartment, leaving him in a serious funk, Thorn followed her—luckily she ducked into a pizzeria where she met some of her friends.  Thorn needed the break, he wasn’t well.  Downing a half mega pie (mega in the terms of cheese, more cheese, mushrooms, cheese, sausage, peppers, cheese, onion, bell peppers, bacon, pepperoni, cheese, and taco seasoned ground beef) helped the cause for his ills.
	An hour later and Dawn left the pizzeria with two boys and three girlfriends; Kristy was one but didn’t see Thorn.  He felt way better—especially after a long healthy piss and splashing some water on his face.  The gang went to take in a movie so Thorn did too.
	Following his Subject after movie—hmmm, not so good.  Lots and lots of peoples “suddenly” had the same idea.  He managed to get out of the crowded lobby and outside where he perched himself on his bike and watched for his Subject.  He didn’t see her.
	What he DID see, though, was—a wee little lassie going in among the parked cars seemingly alone.  He waited.  One eye watching for Dawn and her gal pals, the other watching the little girl.  She was about four and apparently—lost!
	With no sign of his primary Subject…
	Thumb in her mouth, wearing a light colored blue dress that was way—way too short, matching blue socks up to her knees, she was a cutey—a true cutey!  Thorn didn’t think himself too much the perv—he was but he didn’t think himself one.  Not to the level of scum anyways.  But—opportunity being what it was.
	Knowing about the many-many security cameras located on the theatre building, sign posts, and every building in the area, across the street, security was a concern.  Thorn casually took the little tyke’s hand—she was way scared.  Squatting down he played with her nose, smiled at her, made her feel comfortable.
	“Did you see a movie today?” he asked of her.
	She did; and told him the movie and how she loved it.
	Thorn went on to ask about her family; there were lots.  Brothers, sisters, cousins, parents.  So it was a given when the movie was over and the shuffling to the car was in order—“Stephanie” got lost in the shuffle.
	Hoisting her up on his hip the two went to the nearby candy shoppe and indulged in…candy.  Then they watched a street performer perform in a clownish way; a colorful man ran down the sidewalk bearing an armload of tee-shirts and very expensive basketball shoes.  He was later joined by two uniformed police officers—one of whom was somewhat overweight and took a breather.  Stephanie offered him her sippy cup.
	He declined.
	Back to the theatre lot where he parked himself on a lone bench where untrimmed bushes flanked it.  Most of the crowd for the theatre were lingering in front of the theatre at an angle; the parking lot had a few folks wandering about searching for their cars; shops all around had lingering patrons—no one seemed to be in a flurry searching for a lost tot.
	Thorn patted her backside then—THEN positioned the child whereas she was snuggled up against him; her legs hooked around him.  Soothing the child, cooing to her, distracting her, the child’s ass was fondled—fondled—felt.  He waited, though.  Waited.  Smoothed his hand about the girl’s butt—then,
	In the parking lot a desperate woman was in a panic.
	A teenage boy and teenage girl were frantic.
	A name was called out—“Stephanie!”
	Well!
	Thorn stretched, stifled a fart, then stood up cuddling the child to him.  Slowly he made his way thru the cars to the frantic-panicky woman.  She looked up to see Thorn approaching—her eyes widened and she seemed to lose herself, her breath.
	“STEPAHNIE!” screamed the teenage girl.
	The teenage boy looked up and was instantly relieved.  The woman bounded seemingly over a car (she did that Dukes of Hazard swing your country redneck ass over the hood of your redneck racist car) racing to Thorn who held out the child in offering.
	“OH MY GOD!  OH MY GOD!  OH MY GOD!” the woman said losing her mind and breath.  The teenage girl was crying.  The teenage boy—not so much.
	“THANK YOU!” blubbered the mother and teenage girl.
	“Yes, thank you!” almost cried the boy—but didn’t cry.
	The mother clutch her tot crying uncontrollably.
	Thorn turned to the teenage girl/sister—
	“I was just about to take her to the security kiosk in the mall.”
	The girl nodded in understanding and was still thankful for the rescue.
	“There was a lot of us—” said the boy trying to hold his emotions, “we didn’t notice her gone until we bailed at home.”
	Thorn smiled, patted the little girl; she winked at him and stretched out her tiny arms to hug him.  Nodding to the family he backed off and made for his bike.
	What?  You were expecting more?  See, not all Main Characters have to be assholes?
	… … wait for it… … wait for it… …keep waiting…keep waiting…
	are you still waiting…hold…keep holding…hold some more…hold…
	are you still holding?...keep holding…what are you holding now?

Like driving a toaster thru a carwash
	Just as thirteen year old Kacey Harmony made her way into the family car, brother Chase Harmony “checked” her butt.  Thorn saw it.  Maybe it was innocent enough.  Maybe.  For a “just because” Thorn followed the family back to their homestead and noted the address.  Big-big house; lots of people living there.  Could make things interesting.
	Enough distractions—back to Claudia.
	Just in time!  The festivities had just begun with just Claudia and her college attending sister.  The girls were toke-toke-toking!  Joking, giggling, and well on their way to getting stoned when—when their hard working mother busted them.  She almost busted Thorn!  Barely had he time to enable the “invisibility” ability—and in doing so he immediately was besieged with ills.
	How long he lay on the floor he didn’t know.  Sitting up was a bad idea.
	Retching he found his way to the hall bathroom where he heaved-ho filling the toilet with the day’s contents of his belly.  And yesterday’s, too.  And possibly the day’s before.  He did feel a bit better afterwards, though.
	It was semi dark in the bathroom—illuminated by a nightlight by the sink.
	He felt flushed; his tongue—ick!  His tongue felt like he had been licking pavement—after a holiday parade!  The ringing in his ears was gone.  That was good.  His vision was back to normal—but still, he felt “tingly” all over.  His nose seemed to weigh 20lbs.!
	Sitting on the floor by the unflushed toilet he struggled to get his wits about him.   Where was he?  His last recollection was—was—was—hmmm, come back to that one later.  He settled on the “where”.  The bathroom he didn’t recognize.  It was yellow—not his favorite color.
	Suddenly, he felt his bowels moving.
	Barely had he time to squat on the toilet and fill it with his turds.
	Huge—magnificent—healthy turds.  One after another.  Big ones.
	Such relief!
	He needed a drink.
	Then he smelt something—something familiar.
	Maui Waui (not the island) Green Dragon (not the jolly kind or weapon)
	Purple Haze (not the song)
	Blinking his eyes (and still crawling) Thorn made his way back into the dim lit hallway and hearing an odd sound to the room just down the way.  The door was open.  Peering in and he saw two girls—Claudia and her sister, Megan, and their mother.  Claudia was laying across her mother’s lap and was being spanked!
	The woman doing the spanking was pissed!  She had caught her girls smoking dope and was having none of that and was dolling out a wrath of punishment.  Claudia’s panties were down just passed her ass; sister Megan was on the bed sniveling with her red short-short shorts and yellow panties down at her knees.  Where the girls doing something other than smoking shit?
	The mother wailed and wailed on Claudia’s ass bringing it from a lily white color to a tomato red color!  The woman rattled off a flurry of pissedoffedness (all in Chinese.)  Claudia wailed, too.
	Then it was Megan’s turn.
	The college aged girl begged, pleaded, cringed, and was taken across her irate mother’s lap and beaten.  Thorn was intrigued—and dramatically hard-hard-hard.  Watching the girls being spanked was quite the turn on!
	Next up was the highly pissed off woman yanking Megan onto the bed and spanking her pussy!  SPANKING HER PUSSY!
	The woman had Thorn’s full attention.
	Megan’s legs flailed so; so much so that the already angered Chinese mother ordered Claudia to “sit on her face!”
	Claudia did so; then, took holt of her sister’s ankles holding them back and wide open.  The girl beneath still fussed some but not as much—and her cries were muffled with her mouth occupied by her sister’s muff…
	What a scene!  Thorn was sure his dad and the Agents and the Agency would have fits about it.  And no camera!  His balls ached, his cock ached, his head—didn’t ache.
	The girls’ mother, still irate, still berating her pot smoking daughters, used her hand to swat the pussy of her college aged daughter.  Thorn wanted to intervene but he held fast and waited.  The girl’s muffled muffles were…muffled by her sister’s twat on her face but she still could be heard crying—screaming.  The more she flailed about the more she got her cunt swatted.
	Thorn wondered if it was a Chinese thing; he had only got a glimpse of the Fallen Dragon Lady, the Leader of the Agency.  Thorn’s dad, Jumbles, pointed her out to him one day while they were making a “delivery” at the downtown warehouse.  She was completely adorned in Chinese garb, a long colorful dress flanked by two Chinese gals clad in leather attire.
	The girls’ pissed off mother stopped smacking her daughter’s twat but continued to berate them both.  What happened next was a mind blower and then some.  After seriously yelling at her daughters for their dope smoking, then spanking the bejezus out of them—she yelled (in Chinese) to her college aged daughter (Megan) who left the room sniveling and rubbing her ass (and pussy.)
	Thorn continued to hold off intervening.
	Megan returned with a black ornate Chinese box.  Her mother took the box setting it on the dresser.  Opening it and she brought out—a strap-on!  A strap-on!  Thorn wished more than anything that he had a camera—just telling his dad wouldn’t do.  More mind blowing events took place—beginning with the woman removing her own clothing.  Then she strapped on the strap-on.  The phallic was some eight inches; sleek black with a prominent “head.”  No balls attachment.
	Thorn noted, too, that the “inside” of the strap-on black leather panel where the cock was attached had a small “cock” that was inserted into the woman’s own pussy!  This shit was wild!
	More stuff was retrieved from box; alligator clips, lube, a smaller sized dildo, and a studded paddle.  A studded paddle!  Thorn’s mind was no longer blown—it was exploded.
	The girls strangely didn’t carry on; they did but not outlandishly so.  They whimpered, cringed, but obeyed.  Megan was first—first to receive her mother’s cock.  Again, Megan lay on her back on her bed, her sister on her face holding her legs back.
	The girls’ mother, Lei Ju (Thunderous Daisy Flower) attached nipple clips (the alligator clips/roach clips) to Megan’s nipples, then applied some cherry lube all along the shaft of the phallic.  More berating from the mother then—insertion!
	Thorn couldn’t believe what he was seeing.  Lei Ju slowly-slowly-slowly entered her daughter’s cunt, pulled out and dramatically smacked the phallic against the girl’s cunt.  Megan thrashed, pounded her hands onto the bed, and screamed into her sister’s cunt.  Lei Ju re-entered her daughter’s cunt still going slowly.  The woman arched her back and caressed her ass.  Interesting; the woman was apparently getting off!

*

But wait!  There’s more!
	Mallory Masters bate
	Five minutes—five minutes of severe twat fucking via a strap-on her mother had “strapped on” and Megan Hillow came.  The nineteen year old went catatonic.  Sitting on her face and her sister came also.  Then, when Lei Ju pulled the phallic out of her daughter’s cunt—when Lei Ju pulled the phallic out of her daughter’s cunt—Claudia laid down her sister’s heaving/sweaty body and sucked it!  And sucked it!  It was a hellacious experience for Thorn.  A mind blower.
	Then a little more spanking—but the girls doing their mother!
	Thorn didn’t understand—and he was beginning to feel sick again.
	Before he left he saw Lei Ju sucking the twat she had just fucked with the dildo while daughter Claudia spanked her—and had the strap-on strapped on!  It was too much for Thorn.  He snuck out of the house and didn’t remember how he got home.

*author's note:  if any of you have an "idea" or a suggestion--please let me know.  There are 30pgs of notes, notions, suggestions, and ideas already but if any of you blokes, mates, aliens, have something you would like to see just let me know.