August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 6
And the Saga Continues
What Evil Lurks

The Lurking Evil
	Opening scene:  three boys sitting on a living room sofa.
	The house that the living was in and the sofa the three boys were sitting on was a nice two-story home; it wasn’t a new construction but not old and decrepit, either.  It had charm, character, Americana.  An American flag fluttered in the breeze outside; white siding, white fencing; trees here and trees there; a garage, big backyard—Americana Supreme.
	What it didn’t have was a pair of parental units watching the three boys on the living room sofa OR anyone else.  The boys, of course, would argue that they were old enough not to need watching over.
	I beg to differ.
	They were eleven years old these three boys; Charles, Troy, and Brad.  Charles actually lived in the house.  Troy and Brad were friends.  The boys were enjoying snacks, drinks, and porno.
	Porno?
	See—I told you they needed watching!
	On the great console television was a narly scene of some young blond vixen getting her cookie crunched by some HUGE big dicked black guy—all the while she slurped the schlong of a big dicked white guy.  The boys watching were totally enthused—totally!
	Naturally, all three boys were horny—horny—horny.  Like, totally!
	And naturally, being eleven, all three boys were embarrassed and not likely to “please” themselves openly.  That is, until the Voice spoke—
	‘undo your pants—take pants down (with underwear, too)—please yourself.’
	Charles undone his pants, paused, seemed curious for a moment; then, hooked his brown cords and pushed them (with his undies) and pushed them down to his ankles—just like Troy and Brad had done.
	The boys continued to watch the porno and please themselves.
	Then the Voice said,
	‘please your friends.’
	The Voice, however, was not that of which you are familiar with, Dmitri or Seth.  No, it was someone new!  Oh!
	Charles reached over to take over “pleasing” operation of Troy (who was in the middle.)  Troy pleased both Charles and Brad.  Brad also pleased Troy, mostly fondling that boy’s balls.  The boys were now more enthused (sexually) than ever.
	‘stand up.’ The (new) Voice said.
	Charles stood up; he had a very pronounced cock.  For eleven years young it was a half an inch more than most boys his age—including the two pals on the sofa with him.  Troy got on his knees—as per command by the Voice.  Once on his knees he once more began “pleasing” Charles’ cock.  Then,
	He sucked it.
	While he sucked, Brad positioned himself behind Troy—
	‘rub your cock against his ass!’
	Brad began rubbing his cock all over Troy’s lily white ass.  Up the crack, too!  Troy sucked fully Charles’ schlong; Brad “reached around” to please Troy’s cock.  Troy sucked and sucked and sucked some more including— 
	‘suck his balls!’
	And Troy began slurping on Charles’ nut sac.
	As Troy slobbered on Charles’ wares, Brad was LICKING Troy’s ass!
	‘part his cheeks!’ ‘lick his crack!’ ‘lick his hole!’
	Eleven year old Brad Cussalott did as the Voice in his head commanded.  Troy sucked and sucked and sucked Charles’ cock AND balls.  It was quite a scene.  Charles stared blankly down to Troy as Troy sincerely pleased him.  Brad had licked all over Troy’s very white ass; sopped up the boy’s ass crack and severely wetted the cornhole, too.  Then, continuing to follow the Voice’s command, he turned onto his back and positioned his head between Troy’s legs moving the glass top coffee table out of the way.  Then he engulfed Troy’s nut sac and slurp-slurp-slurped away.
	After only a few minutes of this; ‘turn around, lay down his body and please him—with your mouth!’
	Troy—of whom the Voice was talking to, stopped sucking Charles’ wares and turned about to lay down Brad’s body and please that boy’s boy parts.  Charles then was tasked to lick Troy’s dirt chute—‘lick it well, try to get your tongue inside!’ the hole!
	Charles didn’t even hesitate or contemplate the gay thing pressed upon him.
	Brad made a noise—a pleasing moaning noise.  One legs of the young Cussalott boy was up on the sofa, the other outstretched hooking the leg of the coffee table—Brad who was sucking him was sucking him well.

	Soon and Charles was easing his well sucked on schlong into Troy’s well slobbered on turd chute.  Troy made a face, grunted, called out, and was sodomized.  He fluttered his eyes and sperm shot forth from his cock soiling Brad’s chest.  Brad was cumming off, too, filling Troy’s mouth.
	‘it’s delicious!’ ‘you LOVE your friend’s cum!’ ‘you want to suck your friend’s cock all the time!’
	Meanwhile, Charles was making steady progress in his pursuit of sodomy.
	Just then,
	“Oh my God!” a NEW Voice came to be.
	But this voice wasn’t in the heads of the three naked boys doing gay things in the living room—it was Charles’ sister, Melinda.  She was sixteen and slightly horrified at what she was seeing.  She knew her Dad had a porno collection, videos and magazines; she knew that her brother had a pair of her panties he soiled by jerking off on them; she knew that her brother was a normal boy who was at the age of curiosity and the age of jerking off on a regular basis.
	Big deal—it was acceptable.
	She knew that he stole glances of her when she was in the shower or changing clothes in her bedroom.  Again—big deal—it was acceptable.  She DID NOT know that her brother had homosexual tendencies.  However, she was not alarmed at her brother and his homosexual tendencies.  Truth be known—Melinda had her own homosexual tendencies.
	From her vantage point she couldn’t see much—but could guess a hell of a lot.  It was late evening; she was home earlier than expected (although it wouldn’t have mattered.)  The parental units were working overtime—in hopes of paying for the new digs.  The Lakefeet family, Charles, Melinda, parental units Don and Donna, had moved from a cramped city life to a more civilized lifestyle on the outskirts (suburbs) of a large town (half size of the City).
	Thing was, the newly purchased two-story home was next to a graveyard!
	There was a huge brick wall and trees lining the other side of the wall, but still—a graveyard!  Melinda was a little creeped out—Charles wanted nothing more to do than to explore the graveyard—on a nightly basis!  (in between humping his bed, spanking himself, jerking off onto his sister’s panties…)
	Melinda could see her brother’s top part of his body; she couldn’t see exactly who he was doing but could very well guess he was butt fucking someone.  And a third party was involved as there were legs sprawled out.  Melinda was “wet” between her legs.  She had seen her Dad’s porno collection; some of the videos were pretty good and gave her ideas.
	The house was not gloomy—but in a way it was.  There was some problem with the lighting, the fuses in the basement had shorted out allowing lights on only sporadically in certain areas of the house.  Spooky.
	The only light currently on was from the television set.  There was light from the kitchen, the entryway, bathrooms and bedrooms.  No light in the hallways, den, or basement.  In no way was Melinda venturing down into the basement.  The living room was a sort of sunken room, too.  Melinda hung at the no-door opening watching her brother (who didn’t seem to be aware of her presence) apparently sodomize one of his dweeb friends.
	The girl couldn’t take it any longer and fled upstairs to her room whereupon she threw herself out of her clothes then flung herself onto her bed whereupon there she flew her fingers to her flue!
	She went catatonic.
	A fingering fest like no other!  The girl intently “got after it” diddling her clit; she trembled and shuddered all over with legs thrashing all over; her hips rocked UP and DOWN sending the observing (new) Voice to finally join in.
	From out of the dark corner of the darkening bedroom—a creature moved.
	And as it moved it changed shape.

*

A little of this and some of that
	“Oh Great and Exhausted One!  Kleep!” (when someone starts out by saying “GREAT” the news isn’t going to be so.)
	Mlurb the Mighty rolled his tri-eyes, then closed them gently.
	“What is it—bleep—Blurb?”
	“It appears that Zlurb—fleep—has—mleep—escaped—nleep.  Again!”
	Mlurb shook his massive bulbous head.  All three of his ears drooped.
	“And—vleep—WHERE has he—gleep—escaped to?  Cleep!”
	“We’re not—xleep—quite sure—gleep—but it appears that he may have—cleep—transported down to the planet.  Dleep!”
	Mlurp the Mighty cocked his huge head, his orbits closed tightly while unknown words trembled on his thick rubbery tri-lips.
	“My dear Blurb—gleep—are you telling me that—vleep—a menace to our society—kleep—is now on the planet (Earth)?  Eleep!”
	“Yes!  Kleep!  My mighty—kleep—exalted one—gleep!  It seems that is—nleep—so.  Fleep!”
	A moment of silence as the mighty potentate contemplated the implications of Zlurb the Demented descending upon the home planet—Earth.
	“It may not be all that bad—kleep—mighty Mlurb.”
	“Zlurb the Demented may very well—mleep—speed up the process—gleep—of eliminating our humankin experiment problem.  Dleep!”
	Blurb the Navigator bowed politely and backed away from interrupting Mlurb the Mighty’s slumber—but,
	“Uh, kleep—mleep—dleep—there is—bleep—one more thing—kleep.”
	A stammering alien was never a good thing.
	“What—kleep—is it THIS time—Blurp?  Nleep!”
	“Well, my mighty Mlurb—it’s just that—vleep—dleep—cleep—it seems as if though Zlurb also released one of our pets.  Gleep!”
	A long silence.  Mlurb the Mighty twitched a cheek; then, folding his tri-arms he sighed deeply.  “And—gleep—which PET did he release?  Mleep!”
	Slurb the Navigator fidgeted, his third leg situated behind him as a sort of prop to hold up his enormous bulk, twitched near uncontrollably.
	“da Gronk!”
	Slurb was glad the mighty Mlurb did not possess eyes that could kill.
	“Mleep!  Go find them—mleep—both of them!  Bleep!  NOW!  KLEEP!”

*

And now back to that
	Belinda lay fingering herself in a furious manner—she contorted in a catatonic way having herself a very sensitive clit.  Her young teenage pussy was “wet”—very wet.  Vigorously she frigged herself into a glorious climax that even after the multiple orgasms she still was not fully quenched.
	Then, onto the bed came “the creature.”  He was in human form of a young adult age.  Belinda either wasn’t aware or had her mind “fixed.”  The young adult creature crawled onto the human teen taking a long time to do so.  Then, when the creature’s hard elongated prong was poised at the entrance to the teen human girl’s sex—penetration!
	“Nleep!” said the creature.  “Mleep!  Gleep!  Bleep!”

Downstairs and this was going on—
	On his back, Charles Lakefeet lay holding his legs back while Brad Cussalott fucked the boy’s asshole—slamming it hard.  Meanwhile, Troy sat on Charles’ face KISSING Brad!  Oh!  Troy’s nut sac was fully involved with Charles’ mouth.  Brad’s schlong was fully pounding Charles’ turd way.  Brad’s tongue lolled all about the interior of Troy’s mouth.  Wow!
	‘lick his hole.’
	The tri-fuckta paused while Charles unlipped his lock on Brad’s mouth and went down—taking Brad’s cock into his mouth (freshly explunged from Charles’ hole!)  Then, Charles began licking Troy’s dirt chute.
	The hour was getting later and soon parental units would be arriving.
	Dmitri caressed Troy’s ass then moved to move his cock into the boy’s well fucked asshole driving DEEP into the hole fucking him for all he was worth.  It didn’t matter to Dim that it was a boy hole (and he still decreed that he was NOT gay)—it was sex.  Anal sex was sex—whether it was a girl’s hole or a boy’s hole it gave pleasure to his cock and that was all that mattered.
	A gracious quantity of fresh cum coated the waiting turd in Troy’s anal tract.
	Dim was exhausted.
	He watched the boys continue on as he wished and desired, then spanked the boys one by one—but not too hard.  Each boy sucked his cock—then sat on it taking it up their ass.
	‘you like sucking your friends’ cock.’
	‘you like sucking their balls.’
	‘you like fucking them in the ass.’
	‘you like being fucked in the ass.’
	He wasn’t gay, and neither would be the boys—it was just sex.  Sex among friends—anal, sucking, kissing, mutually pleasing one another was just sex.  They still liked girls and would pursue them endeavoring to fuck them as a boy should.  But, however; they would still have a moment or two to engage in sexual activity with each other.
	Afterwards,
	Upstairs and there was the naked Belinda May Lakefeet.
	Dim’s dick was smoking; it was beyond “ache.”  But there was no way he was leaving without screwing pussy!  As he entered fully into the room—something made him feel uneasy.  The room was dark—no light had been turned on.  There was natural light streaming in thru the open window; a bedside clock/radio gave off illumination sufficient for adjust eyes to see.
	Melinda lay on the bed heaving.
	There was a strange unknown stench hanging lifeless in the still air.
	Approaching the bed and the “stench” was foul.
	Had the girl—shit the bed?
	Ewewewe!
	The stench, though, didn’t smell like a sloppy wet gooey turd.
	Dmitri couldn’t place the smell but attributed it to something akin to a swamp.  A lifeless dead swamp juxtaposed with a pig farm on one side and a rendering plant on the other.
	Crawling onto the bed and the low light emissions revealed Belinda seemingly coated in sheen layer of—of—slime?  It boggled Dim’s mind.  How many minutes he sat on his knees on the bed he didn’t know—but the sound of a car door slamming awoke him.  A parental unit had come home.  Time to bail.
	No pussy for Dmitri Tsugua.
The lurking evil
	Hunter Woodswett was the typical eleven year old boy having likes in various sports; he liked to go camping, hiking, exploring new territory, adventuring.  Like Charles Lakefeet, Hunter was new to the area, too.  He lived just one block over exactly—exactly behind the Lakefeet home and also butting against the creepy graveyard.
	Hunter, though, had two months of exploring on Charles.
	While in the forest on the other side of the great (and creepy) graveyard he met a strange creature.  While in the graveyard he met another strange creature.  The creature in the graveyard was human—the creature in the woods was not!
	The creature in the graveyard was as creepy as the graveyard!
	Hunter was sure that just before evening set he had seen someone lurking by one of the mausoleums.  Hunter and the lurking guy were not the only ones in the creepy graveyard; old man Rockspoon had passed away at the ripe age of 90 and his family had come to pay respects—including a cute little girl about nine years young.  
 	
(I would like to share an experience with you. It has to do with drinking and driving.  As you know some of us have had brushes with the authorities on our way home in recent years.  Well I, for one, have done something about it. 
 	The other night I was out for a few drinks -- and having far too much vino, and knowing full well I was wasted, I did something I had never done before.  I took a bus home.   
 	I arrived home safely and without incident, which was a real surprise since I have never driven a bus before!)

	‘would you like to see her—naked?’  the Voice asked.
	Hunter reared his head back; he had reddish brown hair, some freckles, and of average size vertical as well as horizontal.  He liked to go “commando” style (that is—w/o undies).  Exploring was his thing over sports playing or watching.   And he had an older sister, Arlene.  She was fifteen.
	‘would you like to see that little girl—naked?’ an honest probing question.
	Hunter wrinkled his nose and stared at the little girl whose butt swished nicely in her mixed red short-short skirt.  Nice legs the girl had—very nice.  Hunter’s eyes were focused on those nice legs—and that swishing butt.  There was no definitive answer from Hunter on the girl.  She went on with her family and Hunter slipped out of the creepy graveyard—but not from the Creep!

 	Once home—which was thru the trees, the hedgerow, and thru the hole in the crumbling beige/yellow brick fence, there was fresh baked cookies and laundry waiting for him.  His exasperated Mother was on the cell phone yapping away; she gave her son an air kiss, ran her fingers thru her hair then was out the door and into her car and gone.  Which was typical for a corporate woman in advertising who was on the move (up).
	Fifteen year old sister Arlene was a space wreck—frizzed hair, mismatched ribbons and other hair decorations, and clothing that made her overall look as if she had stepped out of a 1980s movie about Valley Girls!  Got the picture?  Well, anyways, she was blabbing something to someone on HER cell phone, fussing with her hair, and miffed that her MOM said something about “watch your little brother, make sure he eats something”.
	Arlene stood in mid stride—stunned in place and remained so long after her mother had departed.  But she wasn’t “stunned” by any means electronically.  At length she shook her head, spoke to the other person on the phone and asked in a not so kind voice “What do you want?” (to eat)
	Hunter shrugged, “Pizza?” which was his favorite food over all others.
	Arlene grabbed a coupon off the refrigerator handing it to her brother, “Here,” she said in an annoyed voice, “two large.” and she turned on her heel walking out of earshot.  Hunter sighed, picked up the laundry basket and made for his room upstairs.  From the landline phone in his bedroom he placed a call to the local pizza joint in town then set about sorting the laundry.
	He smiled when he came up with a pair of Arlene’s panties.
	Quickly and did he right there and then shuck his pants and wrap the turquoise undies about his little more than average johnson and “get after it.”  Hunter had more than one pair of his sister’s panties—and whether or not he THOUGHT of sister whilst he hammered his skin flute wasn’t known.  He spanked himself was he humped the undy, too; pressed against his bed, pants at his ankles, cock rock hard, he humped the turquoise panties as if he were screwing an actually girl AND spanking himself while he did so!
	Typical American boy.
	‘would you like to see your sister—naked?’
	Hunter stopped suddenly—a shot of spunk squirted from his prick soiling in a single strand the freshly laundered underwear.  His mouth hung open, his heart was palpitating, his thoughts all jumbled.
	‘have you seen your sister naked?’
	No verbal answer but there was a confirmed head nod.

	Thru further Q&A it was uncovered that Arlene didn’t let her brother see her naked or partially—he had to sneak the peak.  And yes, sometimes he got caught.  One time by his Mother of which he got a spanking and a grounding—which only pleased his sister all the more.  
	‘if you could—would you FUCK your sister?’
	Young Hunter’s eyes bulged.  The thought was never really there in his mind; he had the concept of “FUCK” but actually carrying it out was a bit of a mystery and a possible “not going to happen.”
	“PIZZA’S HERE!” shouted up Arlene disrupting Hunter and the Voice.
	Hunter was startled; he came around noting what he was doing.  Then he looked around.  The room was very dark save for the fish tank light on on his desk giving off a curiously greenish light; the night light on the baseboard by his bed and one at the bedroom door.
	Quickly he wiped off his cock then tucked the panties under the mattress.  Then dumping the rest of his laundry onto the floor he took the laundry basket down to kitchen where his sister (still on the phone) had just opened the pizza boxes.
	Hunter snagged a slice and disappeared back up to his room.
	Arlene continued to babble.
	Another slice of pizza “suddenly” disappeared!

	‘you want to FUCK your sister.’
	Young Hunter stood still (and naked) as he stood in his sister’s bedroom.
	On the bed was his sister clad only in her panties and a long sleepwear tee-shirt.  Hunter had been “busy” humping the side of his bed, spanking himself, thinking not of his sister but every girl in his classroom—even the teacher, Ms. Hindind!
	Arlene lay on her back; her bedside table lamp was on “low”; natural light from a full moon filled the room virtually pushing away dark gloom.  Just minutes earlier and Hunter was hard at work humping his sister’s panties.  His bed was just right at the height for him to press his body against—other bed humpers lay ON the bed with a leg sometimes cocked hanging over to get the right angle of the dangle.  Then it was all a matter of dreaming of the girl in mind and pressing cock hard against the soft surface of the bed.  In ways—it was better than hand jerking.
	Slowly, as Hunter stood nakedly watching, Arlene began inching down her bikini style panties.  Hunter’s mouth fell open.  He moaned.  His cock surged and balls cinched up.  It was still somewhat dark in the room—not fully lit up having some dark areas and a bit of gloom hanging just above the bed.  But still, Hunter Elis Woodswett could see his teenage sister’s naked vagina.

	‘go on, get on the bed.’
	Hunter slowly moved—his feet felt like they were dragging in thick mud.
	Arlene had tugged her light pink panties down to mid thigh.  Hunter, on a Voice’s instruction, tugged the undies on down to her ankles—and then off!  Precum was soiling the tip of Hunter’s dick.  There was a severe ache throughout the young boy’s body—a yearning ache.
	Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y and did Hunter climb onto his sister bed then settled between her open legs.  The girl was fingering herself.  The glow of the bedside lamp gently lay on her teenage breasts.  The girl was pretty, a pretty face, petite nose, small face, and she looked way better without all the make-up and other attributes she spent an hour doing before leaving the house.
	‘lick her pussy.’
	Hunter cocked his head—‘lick her pussy?’ He knew what a girl’s pussy was—but “lick it?”  eewew  ‘she pees from there!’
	‘it’s alright—lick it anyways!’
	Hunter paused but the Voice in his head was powerful and coaxed him with some effort to “go down” on his sister’s pussy.  To explain the “taste” of Arlene’s pussy he couldn’t.  There weren’t words he knew to describe such a delicacy.  He licked, lapped, and nipped the cunt, the “lips” and all over before finally being encouraged to ease his penis into the slobbered on poon.
	There weren’t words known to him to describe the sensation of sinking his penis into his sister’s vagina.  It was a Wow Factor times ten.  Natural instinct took over and he began to pump—just like he did to the side of his bed.  He batted his very blue eyes repeatedly and determined that fucking pussy was way better than humping his bed.  Way better.

The evil lurks!
	His last memory was putting to Hope Gracestick.  Then, a brilliant light filled the backseat of his ’69 Mustang.  After that—a big blank.  He awoke with a startle finding himself naked—and covered in a sheen layer of sticky-icky slime.  And he was no longer “putting it to” Hope and no longer in the backseat of his car.
	He was someplace else (and not of this place!)

	“We have transported a live—mleep—specimen.  Gleep!  The humankin seems—nleep—appropriate for our—kleep—purposes.  Bleep!”
	Mlurb the Mighty nodded his great orbus head.
	“Gleep!  Equip the specimen with the—kleep—electronic device—bleep—then return him to the surface.  Nleep!”
	“At once my mighty Mlurb!  Cleep!”
	“Uh—kleep—shall we indulge—nleep—in an anal probe—mleep of the specimen?  Dleep!” asked Klurb the Plotter.
	“Is it necessary?  Fleep!” asked back Mlurb the Mighty.
	“No,” said Klurb, “but—bleep—it’s fun!”
	The humankin specimen in the holding cell fought to keep his sanity; then a large gray door opened and two slug-like creatures came in.  They had very large torso—which was apparently their entire body (being slug-like).  They also had three stubby arms and three gangly legs with that third leg protruding somewhat out the back of the backside somewhat supporting the massive head.
	Three lips, three ears, three eyes.
	The creatures were dark-dark green, 400 pounds easy, from floor to tapered head—seven feet easy.  They were slug-like but the tapered portion was their head area; a blunt area was where their rear-end was of which there were the creatures’ three legs.  They spoke in a strange language similar to Scandinavian and/or Slovak with a smattering of an accent of French!
	The creatures spoke in low voices that were not understandable to Lucas Turkurk, all-star athlete at his high school.  He was a blond youth, thick mop of extra curly hair; devilish smile, perfect teeth, very tan, great sex appeal.  He helped children ride horses at a horse farm; volunteered at a soup kitchen and a farmer’s market; wrote plays; scored winning touch downs; voted most likely to succeed (in anything he ventured to) and also voted most likely to get laid (on a regular basis!)
	“W-what do you want—from me?” he stammered.  The slime he was covered in was—gross.  It was green, thick, smelled a little like—like—shit?
	“OH!  SICK!” and he hurled.
	The two slug-like creatures seemed to chuckle!  Then one, wearing what looked like a gold vest ten sizes too small for him (or her?) moved around behind the hurling-spewing human.  The other came up to the hurling-spewing human and the third arm of the creature (which was centered on it’s chest) suddenly elongated and looked something like a tree limb.  The arm stretched outward being no more than three inches in diameter along its length.  When just inches from Lucas’ forehead a bulbous form something of like a human hand without fingers formed.
	Then three fingers protruded from the “hand” touching Lucas’ head.
	He was frozen; unable to move and barely think.
	Then—THEN—from behind him the other creature sodomized him!
	OH!
	Lucas could only grunt and “take it”.  His eyes bulged and he suddenly realized that he was being sodomized by an alien!  He was on an alien vessel!  He had been kidnapped, beamed aboard and was a human specimen with apparently the sole reasoning of his kidnapping to be fucked in the ass!  OH!

*

The transformation of Lucas
	Rude awakenings
	Searing pain—inside and out!  His mind seemed to be not of his own.  Voices were speaking but he did not understand them.  He had once accidentally touched battery acid and that feeling was pretty much the same he was experiencing all over body—inside and out!
	Thankfully, though, that unpleasant feeling only lasted momentary.
	The jumble in his mind, however, continued much more longer.
	He was on all fours; he felt violently ill, a massive headache; for a moment there was the smell of fresh cut grass.  For a moment he thought he was on North High’s field and had just been bashed by defensive tackler John “Badass” Baddass.  He saw lights, the stadium and field lights; he heard the crowd in the stands; he saw a jumble of players surrounding him—then,
	A wind kissed his face.
	A hot wind, stinging.
	A stench he was not used to scorched his nostrils and burned his eyes.
	Gagging, he stood up and that was immediately met with a loss of balance.
	Bad idea.
	He stumbled backwards smacking his naked self against a hard surface.
	The hard surface was determined to be rock-like.  More than that, a curious formation of rock he wasn’t familiar with.  The air was heavy and choked him.  As he slowly got his bearings he also found the rock wall was moss-like.  For several minutes he huddled against the odd-rock wall until his eyes could adjust to the new surroundings and darkness.
	But it was entirely dark; in among the moss (or maybe it was the moss itself) there was light.  A curious greenish light, illumines, bright green giving off sufficient light to see—albeit dimly.
	The ceiling was low—he could stretch out his arm and touch it AND it was the same rock as he rest against.  The floor was a bit more smooth but maybe worn down from some reason?
	His skin began to itch.
	His nose twitched and he felt like sneezing.  Then his eyes were burning; a ringing that was piercing filled his ears and then his head.  He screamed out being about the only thing he could do.  Many minutes thereafter passed before he noted what he thought was algae growing in among the rock—of which he determined was volcanic-like.  Being a bit of a burgeoning botanist he determined that there was algae and spotted cabbage in among the green growth.
 	He couldn’t get his breath; barely think; barely do anything but clutch the wall.  A faint memory wavered in the back of his mind—it didn’t make sense so he didn’t dwell on it.  Where he was—WHO he was were unknown to him.  And at the moment those two notions were not very important.
	Suddenly his naked body was inundated with small crawling creatures.
	Parasites!
	He shook his hands and felt the critters scurrying about his backside and genitals—which freaked him out sending him screaming and running down the cave tunnel.  Crashing to the ground he fell with a thumb.  A cloud of green dust sprang up with a thousand spores poofing as well.  The air in his lungs was suddenly rushed outward and he lay struggling to breathe—only to suck in the spores and green dust making him choke and sputter to the near point of unconsciousness.
	Then there was a sound.
	Almost familiar.
	A hum.
	A vibration.
	Closing his tearing eyes he lay with his head flat on the ground—but that was only for a moment as the ground was also teaming with scurrying critters.  He was up again, bashing against the rock wall cutting and skinning his exposed naked body—panic filled him—consumed him!
	Falling once more his face this time fell into a pool of water.
	What a welcomed find!
	But no—this water was brackish and smelled strangely of—of—urine!
	Ewewew!
	Lucas bounded down another tunnel but stopped not far as darkness enveloped him.  He just stopped; gripped with fear and some unknown horror.  There was no sound.  No air current.  Nothing.  He felt his sweat trickling down his body and still many scurrying critters tickling him.
	He had to escape.
	Escape.
	Escape!
	Suddenly he was back in the cell—the cold gray cell where two hideous near slug-like creatures were doing unspeakable things to him—one was behind him fucking him in the ass!  The other held his head  while what Lucas assumed was the creature’s penis protruded from its body.  It was only to be guessed what was in store for Lucas Turkurk—not only was he to be horrendously sodomized by forced to gobble alien dong, too!
	Lucas was in no way going to go for that.  An alien anal probe was one thing—sucking alien dong was all together something else.
	Lucas let out a scream—a hellacious scream like no other.
	It startled the two alien slugs and catching them off-guard Lucas was able to dart to the small ground level air vent.  Being slathered in some sort of slime made it easy to slither thru the opening and continue onward.
	His mind blanked out the rest of that venture.
	Aliens!
	Slug-like aliens.
	They WERE real!
	Lucas couldn’t believe it.  All along he had seen descriptions of aliens with bulbous heads, huge black eyes; short in height, two arms, two legs and resembling nothing like “slugs.”
	And no one would believe him.
	All thru history, aliens had been noted—on cave walls and thru word of mouth.  Some historians believed aliens had been on the planet before humans and/or during the time of ancient man.  Lucas didn’t know what to think—all he knew first hand was he had been RAPED by an alien!
	The darkness became thick; the thickness enveloped him pressing in all around him.  He was uncertain but not afraid—just a little scared.  Somehow—somehow he had escaped the aliens.  So where was he?  He got the distinct feeling that he was not home—back on Earth.  He was, therefore, quite possibly, still on the alien ship!
	That would explain the thumming sound he heard and could feel—an engine of some kind was operating giving off the subtle vibration.  How was he to get off the ship?  Was he in orbit about the Earth?  Wow—what a concept.  Were the aliens abducting humans for—sex?  Wow—another concept that was mouth dropping.  All this time and he thought the aliens were supposed poised to invade the Earth for more than nefarious reasons—to enslave the human race, take the Earth’s minerals, ravage the planet, experiment on the human populace.
	But, no—apparently, the aliens wanted the humans for sex!
	There may be more to it than that, Lucas thought; sex for sex or sex for the purposes of—repopulating THEIR race?  Well—if that was the case—they seriously needed a guide on male/female reproduction.  Only a female could give birth.
	Or could she?
	Some male species of the animal world gave birth to their off-spring.
	Lucas had seen a science fiction movie where a male alien had given birth.
	Rubbing his belly, fingering his asshole—panic and fear filled and consumed him.  If he was pregnant, how was he to deliver?  Thru his penis?  No way!  Thru his belly—thru his asshole?  Had the alien who had fucked him cum?
	The darkness felt heavy like a heavy winter blanket covering him completely.  Angrily, Lucas pressed back finding that with his anger he sweated—but it wasn’t watery perspiration that his body secreted but slime!
	Slime!
	Ewewewe!
	Somehow—somehow he could generate slime!
	Ewewewe!
	In the darkness he saw nothing—but he sensed something.
	Thru the inky darkness he saw a pulsing glow—yellow—green—blue—red.
	Getting a grip on himself—which wasn’t easy beings as he was covered in slime—he moved towards the pulsing light with his toes clenching tightly to the spongy moss beneath his feet.  Fear once more, though, began to overwhelm him and chased him!  Just months earlier and he had crossed over a narrow rocky chasm on a single rope; he (and others) had gone into a watery cave by the sea—and high tide came in nearly drowning them; he rode a bull at the fair; he had just screwed one girlfriend and was zipping up when girlfriend number two came unexpectedly along very nearly catching him in the act.
	And he had stated down #94, Brett Carmesher; 220 lbs. of pissed off football defensive lineman.
	None of that compared to the darkness.  He sucked in air and clung to a wall barren of moss and felt what seemed like heat—but moreso just warmth.  And something more—a vibration!  That was something.  Wasn’t it?  He still had no idea WHERE he was or HOW he was going to get back to WHERE he had been—before being zapped up to the alien vessel.
	Taking in breath that he hadn’t realized he had been holding sizzled inside him; his throat burned, his eyes burned, and flame seemingly sprung from his nostrils—the air was putrid!
	Flailing madly to find decent air he smacked himself against wall and clung to it desperately.  Slowly his lungs filled with air; his mind no less filled with despair he sunk to his knees and began to weep.  He felt saddened and alone; this was a nightmare—a nightmare!  It wasn’t real!  Missing that catch—that perfect catch thrown by the best high school quarterback had been the worst feeling ever!
	Had been.
	The disappointment in his Dad’s face he could see as he lay on the ground inside the end zone—the ball had gone thru his open arms, hit his chest and gone thru his hands.  The whistle blew and the game was over.  It could have been the game winning catch—could have been.  That was last season but still—still it haunted him.   But, the coach said it made him a better player as he had yet to miss a single catch since.

	Summoning some courage he stumbled forward exerting more greenish slime—which strangely helped against the sharp volcanic rock.  The secreted ooze also helped with the pesky critter problem as they did not seem to care for the slime dinner and were repelled as well as repulsed.
	Entering into a chamber that had dimension, Lucas paused.  His heart thumped hard in his chest as he stared into the grayish darkness to the point of wincing in pain.  His heart recoiled as before him there were hanging moss like from the trees of a swamp or the live oak in the Southern States, particularly Louisiana and the New Orleans area.
	Something was there—something was there staring back at him!
	Staring intently as he could Lucas was able to make out what appeared to be a form—yes, something like a—like a wig on a wig stand.  The hair was that like a witch in a play—long and stringy and sickly green.  A myriad of critter life scurried about the hair—it hung down like drapes on a theatre stage surrounding him.  A breath of cool air suddenly washed over his face—it gave him little comfort as his eyes picked out thru the heavy green drapery what appeared to be holes.
	Small recessed holes.
	Insides the small recesses were skulls!
	Fear once more had a hold of him; his heart thumped hard and he felt his fresh fucked asshole tightened.  “JESUS H FUCKING CHRIST!” he yelled.  Some of the alcoves were empty—but most had skulls.  Odd shaped skulls, but skulls nevertheless.  Some of the skulls were human-like, others reminded Lucas of—an elephant?  A canine of some kind?  A horse?  A rodent—of some kind.
	Spooky.
	And curious.
	But it was the human-like skulls that were the most spooky; though all had eye sockets and nostril openings and seemingly grinning mouths—that was the only commonality.  Some of the skulls were misshapen having elongated mouths and jaws, sunken heads, or odd shaped heads overall; some had something similar to devil’s horn stubs.  Others had small bored holes all over them.
	Methodically and did Lucas clutch his throat.  He felt bile building in his throat.  A touch of evil like he had never known began to fill him—imminent evil covered him like a cloak.  He was more frightened than when that one alien in front of him had tried to fuck his face.  He became suddenly seized with incredible fear propelling him to retch uncontrollably.  Staggering one way and then the other he tripped over his own slimy feet.  Laying on the ground he automatically curled up into a fetal position shivering not from cold but from extreme fright.
	Then, thru the thick vegetation green—red—blue—yellow.
	Pulsing light.
	For no other reason than “just fucking because” he ripped away the thick moss never minding the spores that sprung up from his doing so.  Blinking lights blinked at him—there was a “panel” with a series of lights in three rows having six blinking/pulsing lights each.  The ground was a floor!  A metal floor!  There was vibration!  A hum.  On a display screen above the blinking-pulsing lights were some lettering Lucas had never seen before.  Symbols.
	Alien symbols!
	Then, Lucas looked up and a pair of eyes were staring back at him!
	Not the alien tri-eyes, these were a pair of yellow eyes, sunken into an elongated skull!  A skull like those in those little niches all around the chamber he was in!  A lump formed in his throat preventing him from screaming—so he screamed inside and stood up.  The spores he had hastily in his rant to tear up the moss from the metal floor were still flying around.  The eyes came forward out of the thick hanging moss apparently to conceal the skull alcoves bringing strands with it stretching along like a spider’s web.
	Inundated with pure fright and much more than that in horror, Lucas watched as the creature form took shape.  The skull was human-like save for the long jaw like an animal.  The lower part was longer than the upper part, and narrow, like a crocodile (but narrower).  And teeth!  Rows and rows of jagged teeth, misaligned, and being very small, too.
	As the form of this creature came to be more and more—it was without arms or legs as it was covered in a single cloak outfit of dark gray covered in all that green sickly moss.
	The creature moved slowly.  The gray shroud went from its shoulders to the ground.  Not a sound was made—not one!  Lucas was frozen in place, suffused with unadulterated horror.
	His back against a wall, Lucas could only watch with some curious awe as the creature came to stop being some six feet from him.  The moss spores had settled; behind the creature more of those blinking lights.  Lucas’ eyes had adjusted to the dim light to see alien symbols above the skull niches.  Was this creature before him the keeper?
	What was more—was Lucas’ skull the next to fill an empty alcove?
	Then, suddenly, from about the middle area of the creature’s torso something was moving.  No, something was protruding!  Lucas’ was fully attentive.  A large bulge had formed in the center of the creature’s cloak—or maybe it was his body?  There was no tear but something came protruding forth finally busting thru revealing something akin to a “stick.”
	Lucas was in disbelief.  Being fucked in the ass by an alien was one thing—

	As he watched, the “stick” resembling a gnarled tree limb twisted and had many knobs that on a human would be joints like “elbows” “wrists” and so on.  Lucas could even make out what would be similar to the radius and ulna.  His panic level decreased as his curiosity level was piqued.
	The “stick arm” had paused just inches from touching Lucas’ chest; the bulbous end which was apparently the “hand” wavered slightly in mid air and three more “sticks” began to form and extend forth forming fingers.
	Talk about petrified!
	As his eyes locked onto the extending fingers—Lucas’ secreted slime.
	Then—THEN—the fingers of the cloaked creature touched him.
	From that elongated mouth came mumbled words.
	Lucas stared at the creature—he almost understood him but needed clarity.
	“W-what did you say?”
	The creature repeated—“Tag!  You’re it!”
	To wit Lucas Turkurk just freaked the fuck out and went screaming off into another tunnel.

*

Fade to evil
	Blinking lights—red-green-yellow-blue.
	A thumming hum suggesting generator power.
	Slight air current.
	Volcanic rock-like walls and floors.
	Metal floors.
	Skulls.
	Misshapen skulls.
	A tall creature in a gray cloak (presumably his skin actually).
	“Tag!  You’re it!”
	That about covers it.
	Lucas sat huddled in a new chamber.  It was dark—gloomy.  His mind was not that of his own.  Words filled his mind—strange words.
	“Mleep!”  “Gleep!”  “Dleep!” along with grunts, slurring speech, and his senses all infected with horrendous smells that burned.
	‘As you—bleep—move among the populace—cleep—you will infect their minds.  Dleep!’
	‘Once integrated—eleep—back among your own kind—fleep—you will degenerate.  Gleep!’
	‘Kleep!  You have a new power!  Mleep!  You have—nleep—MIND CONTROL!  Pleep!’
	‘You’re will—vleep—your desires—xleep—will be heard and obeyed!  Gleep!’
	‘You’re will—eleep—your desires—kleep—will be heard and obeyed!  Nleep!’
	‘You will have control—nleep—over the others of your kind!  Mleep!’
	‘You will have control—dleep—over the others of your kind!  Pleep!’

	Nothing made sense.  He felt sick; violently ill.  He sat with his arms clenching his knees.  Words filled his mind; the air stung his eyes.  Then, a klaxon blarred thru his mind and lights flickered.  More voices came—calling?  Muffled voices like from a speaker held under water.  They were after him.
	The shroud/cloaked creature?
	No.
	No.
	NO!
	The aliens!
	The alien slugs.
	The alien slug bastards who had raped him!
	Lucas ran.  Pure fright propelled him down the narrow corridor until he bashed against the end of said corridor.  Clawing madly at the moss that “hid” the actually metal wall he found a control panel; blinking lights.
	In that room—that room where he had been raped (sodomized and almost forced to suck alien dick) he had seen a similar panel of blinking lights.  Somehow—somehow the sequence of opening a door came to him.
	Green-green-green; yellow-blue-red-red-yellow-blue-green-green-green.
	And WHOOSH! a door suddenly whisked open and there was a new tunnel.
	But no—not a tunnel; a room.
	It was very dimly lit and Lucas had to stand still to let his eyes readjust to the new darkness.  The door behind him WHOOSHED closed.  The air was warm; there was a bit of air blowing—which was more than welcomed.  A strange scent—or smell—or odor was about the flowing air.  A curious scent reminding him of—oranges?
	He was exhausted.
	His mind was nowhere near to settling down.
	He was on an alien ship—somehow he had to get off and warn someone.
	But who?  Who would believe him?
	No one.

	He had seen dozens of sci/fi movies where the abducted human or some human who had seen aliens told law enforcement and government agents and was “suddenly” whisked away never to be seen.  Some of those humans were just locked away; others were examined, their minds and bodies probed.
	“Well,” said Lucas aloud to no one in particular, “no one’s probing MY body!” again.
	He was almost settled (somewhat) when he got the distinct feeling that he was not alone.
	His eyes had not adjusted enough or there wasn’t sufficient light to adjust to; but there was something else in the room with him.  As he clutched himself, tightening up tightly—and secreting more slime—he sensed something close by.
	It wasn’t one of those Tag! You’re it! creatures.  Or at least he didn’t think so.  The smell of oranges became greater with more intensity.
	The door was behind him—could he find the blinking light panel?
	Where those alien slug creatures “just outside the door?”
	Who was in the room with him?
	Or WHAT was in the room with him?
	Minutes passed.
	Many minutes passed.
	His eyes had adjusted to all they were going to; maybe it was the “air” itself that was scented?  Maybe; but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was not alone.  His thoughts were jumbled—words were echoed; visions and remembrances jostled and no longer in sequence.
	Slowly he made a step.
	Then another.
	The dimensions of the room were unknown.  He could see nothing—not even his hand before him!  A nightmare.  A living fucking nightmare.  He sighed and felt bile in his throat.  Somehow—somehow he had to convince someone of what had happened.
	Should he mention he had been sodomized?
	Probably could leave that part out.  The government would “sodomize” him on their own with various anal probes to see if he was carrying a possible alien pod (baby.)
	Then he bumped into something.
	It wasn’t a wall.
	A wall was hard; smooth or rock-like.
	What he bumped into was—soft.  Animal-like.
	Furry.
	Lucas felt something akin to “fur”—but not like a kitty kat—more coarse like a camel.  Slowly he looked up—
	A creature of some height looked down to him.
	It was not the same creature from that skull chamber.
	This one had a big head atop a massive body; no neck.
	Great gleaming orbit eyes stared down to him.
	The creature spoke—“Gronk!”
	Lucas made tracks.

	How far he went—not far.  It was a “room” or “chamber” so his flight from the gronk creature was brief—he smacked into a wall and fell flat on his back.  His senses temporarily jarred he lay still noting some blinking lights on the wall he had just smacked.
	Then—then the “gronk” creature was standing towering above him.
	“GRONK!” it said.
	Lucas flew up and tore the moss covering the access panel and hit a sequence of blinking lights that opened not a door but a small door to a small cubicle.  Lucas crawled in and noted there was a viewing panel into the room the gronk creature was in.
	The door he had come in thru into that room opened and there were those nasty slug creatures.  One wore an open blue vest many-many sizes too small for him (her?) and the other wore a gold (yellow) vest (many-many sizes too small.)  They each had a long stick, a metal stick that they struck the tall gronk creature with.  The room was illuminated somewhat giving Lucas a better view—
	The “gronk” creature was about seven feet and had pink fur!
	Pink!
	No neck.
	The fur of the gronk was long and shaggy revealing just two feet of his two huge animal ape-like feet.  Two arms also with long shaggy pink fur revealing just the wrists and hands—also ape-like.
	The face.
	The face was—round and had not a menacing face of some pissed off “I’m going to eat you!” face but a goofy friendly face.  The slug-like alien creatures were zapping the gronk creature with long handled cattle prods.  They were a bit smaller than the gronk and Lucas felt sorry for the creature.
	The gronk was beaten and electrocuted until he fell hapless to the ground.
	The slug aliens continued hitting the gronk and seemingly laughing—making those odd Slovak/Scandinavian sounds (with a bit of French accent).
	“Mleep!”  “Gleep!”  “Pleep!”  “Nleep!” they kept saying.
	The gronk cringed and seemed to cry out in his distress.
	Lucas was getting pissed.
	The slug aliens dragged the gronk creature out and the room went dark.
*

Evil descent
	“We have da gronk!  Cleep!”
	“And the human?  Gleep!”
	“I am sorry—dleep—my exhausted one—kleep—he has so far—nleep—eluded us!  Pleep!”
	The tri-eyes of Mlurb the Mighty narrow; he reared back his massive bulbous head blowing air out his tri-lips.  With his skinny tri-arms folded, the arm in the middle tapping its three fingers against the other two—he conveyed his displeasure.
	“Where—gleep—is da gronk?  Gleep!” asked Mlurb.
	“He put up quite a resistance.  Kleep!” said Slurb.
	“We had to subdue him! Bleep!” added Blurb.
	“Hmmmm.  Cleep!” murmured Mlurb.  “Find him!  Kleep!  Bring him to me!  Mleep!”
	The subordinates fled the Mighty’s chamber—quickly!  Eleep!

da gronk
	He sat in the small-small cubicle something like a dumb waiter—fuming.
	The creature, the gronk, had put up no fight but yet the slug aliens had tortured him!  It pissed Lucas off.  He sat and sat and sat then searched the tiny cramped room for a panel access to let him out.  Finding none he fretted and got madder instead of frightened.
	And in doing so found a new power he didn’t know he had—other than secreting slime he could warp the metal door!  Placing his hands on the small door his intense anger—kicked up as he recalled the alien slugs abusing the pink gronk with their pain sticks—weakened the metal slat to a brittle state and Lucas easily kicked it to nothing.
	Now what?
	For a moment he stood in the chamber of the gronk.  He had powers, mind control powers—powers like an electronic mind altering device.  He didn’t know how (or even why) but—he had them.  Long had he wanted such powers—there were some girls in his social that he liked—and would like to see naked!  A couple of teachers, too!
	But secreting slime?
	The ability to warp metal?
	At the door of the chamber he paused—the gronk creature was on his mind.
	Somehow he had to rescue that pink monkey-like creature.  He didn’t know why—or how, but he was going to do it!
	One long corridor here—one long corridor there.  Lucas, recovering most of his faculties and not as scared anymore, deduced that the long corridors were for the benefit of the alien slugs.  They most likely didn’t travel the corridor passages he had gone thru, the sharp volcanic rock would tear their slug skin.  Lucas came into a corridor where there was metal skin and not so much rock.  There WAS rock formations, though; the ceiling mostly but also along the walls and floor.  It was like—it was like as if though the ship may have been made with rock.
	No, the ship was a part of a rock!  That was it!  It had to be!
	A space rock?  A meteor?    A comet?  Wow—what a concept!
	Then that orange blossom smell hit Lucas—the smell of da gronk!
	He was close—somewhere.
	Lucas ducked into an alcove just in time as two alien slugs ambled out of a room seemingly chuckling.  They carried those cattleprods and Lucas was sure he heard what could only be whimpering from that room.  As soon as the two alien slugs were out of sight Lucas made a dash to the room—the door he had to “warp” to get in as the light sequence took too long.
	Inside was da gronk.  He was laying down—whimpering.  Along with the smell of orange blossoms was the smell of burnt flesh?  Lucas slowly stepped up to the hulking creature and knelt down beside it.
	“There, there, big fella.” Lucas’ soft words seemed to get to the big pink creature; he turned his head and there seemed to be a smile.  A friendly smile.
	“gronk!” the creature said—apparently his only word.  It was not as loud as the first time they had met.  The creature’s eyes suddenly welled up—puppy dog eyes giving incredible warmth to the onlooker, Lucas.
	“We gotta get out of here,” Lucas said to him, “do you know how we might be able to do that?”
	“GRONK!” said da gronk sitting up.
	“Right.” said Lucas lacking enthusiasm, “Gronk.”
	da gronk clapped his hands and made a face—kind of the face babies make when they crap their diapers.  Lucas still only smelled orange blossoms.  Then—
	At the warped doors not two but THREE alien slugs appeared.
	“GLEEP!” said Slurb.
	“MLEEP!” said Glurb.
	“ZLEEP!”  said Blurb.
	“GRONK!” said da gronk.
	“SHIT!” said Lucas.
	The alien slugs separated with the biggest one, Blurb, wearing a red vest, in the middle swinging the long handled cattleprod.  Slurb and Glurb went right and left.  Lucas backed up into da gronk.
	“GRONK!” exclaimed da gronk.
	“Easy, fella—we’ll get out of this.” ‘somehow.’
	“GRONK!” exclaimed again the big pink creature.
	Slurb, the Engineer, made some sort of “attacking” sound and swung the seven foot long electrocuting prodder.  Glurb, the Elder, jabbed da gronk with his prodder, but it was twice the power of Slurb’s and was aptly named “the convincer.”  Blurb, the Navigator, swung his prodder for a hard attack swing with the bulbous tip of his weapon sizzling with electricity.
	da gronk trembled with fear.
	Lucas did not.
	Gathering his courage (and rage) he shot out his hands—he didn’t know why but it felt like something he could/should do—so he did it.  And from his hands came a slurry of green icky slime.  It totally like totally covered the alien slug creature, Blurb.
	Then, Lucas all-star high school athlete turned Super Hero aimed his slime power to the remaining aliens.  They were totally like totally covered in a thick viscous layer of green icky-icky slime and held in place; their three eyes darting all around with mournful faces of disbelief.
	“Come on,” said Super Hero Lucas, “we’re not out of this yet!” then, taking da gronk by the hand they skedaddled out of the room into the corridor meeting another alien slug.
	“GLEEP!” said the slug, he had no cattleprod weapon but Lucas slimed him anyway.
	“Do you know how we can get off this ship?”
	da gronk just gave him the puppy dog eyes and goofy face.  He didn’t understand human tongue or didn’t know.  They both continued their search for a way of the ship, or rock, or whatever it was.
	More alien slugs came bearing those long handled cattleprods.
	Lucas slimed the aliens; da gronk “gronked” them—that is he bellered out a loud “GRONK!” that also stunned the slugs stupidfying them.  da gronk looked to Lucas, aka Super Hero, smiling conveying “Did I do good?”
	Lucas patted his big pink hairy friend saying “You did good!”
	Down another corridor and into a volcanic rock chamber.  There, there seemed to be no other way but back the way they had come.  Having no knowledge of the layout of the alien vessel—Lucas was lost.  He stood and fretted looking down the hallway he and da gronk had come.  Then he saw those blinking lights.
	Another doorway access?
	No, after tearing the shrouds of green witch’s hair away he found not a panel but a square box filled with glowing rocks.  He had no idea what it meant.  Hearing alien slugs coming (“Mleep!  Gleep!  Zleep!”) Lucas looked over the blinking rocks, sucked in his breath and began touching the rocks.
	da gronk stopped him “Gronk!” he said in a low voice and with his hand blocking Lucas he bellowed out “GRONK!”
	In the box many of the glowing rocks had gone out leaving only five.
	da gronk smiled and seemingly nodded his head.
	Lucas got the idea that it was now ok to touch those glowing rocks.
	So he did.
	What happened next—he wasn’t sure.
	He saw da gronk kind of fade—and so did the room they had been in.
	The next thing he saw—

I never knew that about you
	Turkey Meadows   Lurky Forest   Fallen Creek
	In all his years never once had he seen a turkey in Turkey Meadows.
	He had, though, lurked in Lurky Forrest AND fallen into Fallen Creek.
	This day, though, he paid no attention to see if there was a wild turkey in the meadow—he was on a mission.  A blind mission but a mission is a mission.  He was joined by his long time friend halfway along.
	“Hey!” she said galloping up.  Out of breath she said, “I saw you from the fort.” Breathe-breathe—pant-pant.  “Why didn’t you come over, I left a message.” (which was a triangle pile of rocks by the merging paths with a little stick and red piece of handkerchief.)
	Thomas shrugged—and kept walking.
	“Hey,” said his friend, Norma, “what’s wrong?”
	For a moment he said nothing—he was very pissed off.  He moved his dayback which was his school backpack from one shoulder to the other.
	“I got in trouble.”
	Then he stopped to take a breath—being pissed took a lot out of you.
	He sighed keeping what happened to himself; Norma noted her friend’s clenched fist—and loaded backpack.  She got it.
	“You’re running away!?”
	“Thought crossed my mind!” he said clenching his lips.  He was quite mad.
	“W-where you going?”
	“I don’t know,” he said angrily, “and I don’t care!”
	Norma held fast for a moment.  “Ok,” she said, “may I walk with you?”
	Thomas nodded and started once more to walk (run away.)
	To their right was a large-large meadow—Turkey Meadows.  It was fenced off by lodge pine and encircled by pine forests.  The meadow had a couple of big ponds in it, some beavers and otters and other assorted meadow wildlife.  

 	The grass and various types of weeds were waist high.  No turkeys had Thomas in his eleven years ever seen; skunks, deer, beavers, otters, snakes, BIG bullfrogs--but not one turkey! 
	Lurky Forest was a large forest that was very-very old; some of the pines were known to be hundreds of yeas old—two hundred at least.  Thick ferns, big boulders, a couple of gold and silver mines but a played out copper mine was the only one young Thomas had ever found down by Fallen Creek.
	At the small foot bridge going over the creek Thomas (Tommy) paused.
	He had to pee.
	His best friend, Norma, was right there at his side.
	“Soooo, what happened?”
	Thomas squatted down squashing his full bladder in need of relief.  Picking up a small rock he gave it a toss into the creek—which was by some respects a small-small river as it spanned (in some places) almost twenty feet across and could be as deep as fifteen feet!  It was also usually quite green in color.  But where it narrowed deep in the forest it was usually very clear.
	He sighed and sat down on a nearby log.  For a white boy, he was alright—in Norma’s eyes.  She was black and Thomas was her first friend—they had gone to kindergarten together and remained friends ever since even though they now attended different elementary schools.  Thomas was eleven, twelve in six months; Norma was eleven—twelve in four months.
	“I-I got in trouble with Sarah.” His six year old sister.
	Norma was astonished and thought carefully asking, “W-what did you do?”
	(she was thinking what you’re thinking…)  think again
	“She got on my nerves so I pushed her!” he said angrily.
	“Oh.” whew!
	“And she told on you?”
	“No,” Thomas said in a huff, “she didn’t have to, my Dad saw me do it!”
	That was bad—being told on was one thing, getting caught in the act—wow!
	“Soooo, you got spanked?”
	Thomas nodded.
	Norma sighed, “Soooo, then you’re running away.” Obviously.
	“Obviously.”
	“Spankings not so bad.” Norma said off-handedly.
	This got Thomas’ attention.
	“It was for me!” he said sharply.
	A bit of silence; then, “Y-you LIKE being spanked?” he said in a high pitched squeaky voice.
	Norma giggled and blushed, “Yeah, kinda—but not by my Dad.”
	Thomas knew Norma had siblings, four brothers and two sisters.
	Thomas was lost in thought—he thought he knew Norma but apparently there were SOME things (about her) he didn’t know.  She LIKED to be spanked!?
	Most times and Norma was in some sort of dress outfit suitable for outdoor play; she wore pants, jeans, walking shorts but had a penchant for dresses.  Today was no different and she wore a light denim light blue dress to her knees—the bottom part (or skirt) while the top part was kind of like bib overalls; she wore a white blouse under that.
	Norma was a black girl; she was very pretty—and Thomas had once told her so.  Just off the cuff; he meant it but said it quickly while they were at a pizza party.  He liked her—for being a girl she was alright.  And he regarded her as his “best friend.”
	“Soooo, did you get the belt?”
	Thomas nodded.  Then,
	“Do you?”
	Norma shrugged, “Sometimes.” then, “Sometimes bare handed.”
	Thomas sat chucking rocks, his ass still burned and the need to pee was increasing exponentially.  
	Norma checked her watch, “The train’s almost here,” changing the subject, “wanna go see it?”
	Thomas nodded, “But I gotta do something first.”
	Noram giggled and blushed again then politely turned up the slight hill back to the nature path and went out of sight.  Thomas “whewed” and hauled out his ten year old penis and pissed into the creek.  What a relief!
	Norma was sitting on a stump along the path making a tiara out of some ferns.  “Better?” she asked grinning.
	“Yep!”
	Thomas was a handsome fart; sandy brown hair with one side hanging partly into his eyes.  He had some freckles, a small nose, small ears.  He was a curious chap; into making things like robots and small motorized cars and tank engines.
	A little ways along and there was a train trestle.  The creek was not so wide or deep but the foliage was very thick—except under the trestle.  Thomas and Norma made for there to wait.
	“Does it still hurt?” Norma asked.
	“What?” asked a clueless Thomas.
	“Your butt!  Where you got the belt.”
	“Oh.” then, “Yeah, kinda.”
	A bit of silence; watching the water rushed by—then,
	“I-I didn’t know you liked to be spanked?” he was curious.
	Norma giggled, wrapped her arms about her knees, “Yeah, but like I said, not by my Dad.”
	“Soooo,” drawled Thomas, “w-who else spanks you?” a curious mind wanted to know.
	“A friend.” she said—just like that.
	“Must be some friend!”
	Norma giggled—and blushed, “She is.”
	She?
	“She’s a she!?” exclaimed in disbelief Thomas.
	Norma blushed and clutched her knees all the tighter.
	“A-and you LIKE it?”
	More giggling, more blushing—“Yeah, if it done right it’s kinda fun.”
	And kinky!
	Thomas didn’t know about that.  He chucked another rock, sighed, and squeezed back a fart.  He thought of something.  Something she had said earlier.
	“Bare hand?”
	“What?”
	“He—your dad, he-he spanks you bare handed?”
	“Oh, right—yeap, bare hand to bare butt!”
	Wow.
	Too much information—or—not enough!
	“Does your sister get spanked?”
	Thomas nodded, “Sometimes,” and on reflection, “not as much as me.”
	There were some things, Thomas guessed, that best friends didn’t even share.
	“Train’s late.” Norma said.
	Thomas nodded and chucked another rock—he still needed to fart.
	“I gotta pee!” Norma suddenly announced.
	“Ok.” (thanks for sharing!) He got up, brushed off his butt, and started out from under the train bridge—
	“You don’t have to go—if you don’t want to.”
	Thomas paused—w-what did she say?
	Turning around he saw Norma hiking her dress up and pushing down her panties!  She wore simple black tennis shoes (with pink laces!) and pink ankle socks.  Her panties were yellow.  Down her legs the undergarment went; she raised a leg removing the undy then stood with her legs spread holding her dress up—up enough to reveal her nakedness!
	Thomas eyed the bare naked poon, mouth hung open, eyes locked.
	Then he looked away realizing that he had been staring.
	“What,” said Norma, “haven’t you seen a girl’s pussy before?”
	The statement was so shocking he couldn’t believe it—or answer.
	Then Norma began to pee.
	He had seen a girl’s pussy before—his little sisters.
	Thomas had, though, NOT seen a girl standing up to pee!
	“Wow!” he said, “I didn’t know you could do that!”
	Norma giggled, blushed and Thomas farted.

	Eastbound 60-A was ten minutes late but thundered across the trestle at Fallen Creek Trestle with Thomas-Tommy Herolarr and Norma Jane Herpress underneath huddled together.  Although they had done so many times—it was still frightening.
	Afterwards,
	“Any better?” Norma asked.
	Thomas shrugged.  The train had been exciting; seeing Norma’s pussy—exciting!  Seeing Norma peeing—wow—triple exciting.  It gave him wood—of which he was constantly gouging with the heel of his hand.
	“Do you want to play?” Norma asked off-handedly.
	“Not really.” Thomas shrugged.  He had been gone from home two hours.
	“You want to go swimming or something?”
	“I-I didn’t pack any trunks or anything.”
	Norma shrugged, “Who said anything about wearing trunks!?” she giggled and grinned big; blushing, too.  Thomas stared at her in awe.  They knew kids their age, and some teens, too, who “skinny dipped”—Thomas, though, had never seen anyone doing it (nude swimming.)
	“We can go swimming,” Norma said in a drawl, “or stay here and do stuff.”
	Thomas was caught off his guard, “What stuff?”
	Norma blushed, “Well, for one—YOU got to see ME pee—but I haven’t gotten to see YOU pee!”
	Thomas stared at her.  Then down to his growing/aching boner.
	“I-I got a—I-I c-cant right now—”
	“’Cause you got a boner!”
	Thomas’ mouth hung open—he couldn’t believe she said that.
	“It’s alright,” she said smiling, “remember, I’ve got FOUR brothers!”
	She did, too; two were teenagers, two were younger than she.
	“So?”
	“Well,” she grinned, “YOU’VE seen YOUR little sister naked, right?”
	Thomas nodded.
	“So—it’s natural and normal for brothers and sisters to see each other naked.”  then, “No big deal.”
	Thomas HAD seen his little sister naked, since she was born!  He once (or twice) helped bathe her, sometimes helped dress her.  He knew when she wet the bed; he seen her on the toilet in the middle of the night sound to sleep.
	“I-I don’t gotta pee—right now.” beings as how he had just done so earlier.
	Norma shrugged, “So, no matter, take it out anyway.”
	‘Take it out anyway!’  ‘was she kidding!?’
	What was a guy to do?
	He whipped it out!
	He felt foolish and greatly embarrassed; Norma ogled his bone, smiled, nodded approvingly; then slipped off her dress and was naked.
	Naked!
	His eyes went straight to her naked cunny.
	It wasn’t too much different than Sarah’s but—then again it was.
	Thomas’ schlong was hard enough to break bricks.  It had a mind of its own.
          (don’t it though!?)
	Norma’s eyes were on her best friend’s cock; mouth open, eyes of wonder.
	Thomas could scarcely believe what was happening and barely breathe.  What a day!  He had gotten in trouble at home and gotten a bare ass belting; then his goofy best friend was showing her nakedness.  Her nakedness!  WOW!
	“May I touch it?” Norma asked.
	Thomas couldn’t answer.  He had only begun recently to “touch it” himself.  Only recently and had his “cock” began giving him feelings.  Unusual feelings he came to know as “good feelings.”  Masturbating was unknown to him; he found he could hump his bed and THAT felt good—and of late, he had strange-strange desires to rub his dick against his sister’s ass!  But he knew he’d get a hell of a belting for that!
	Without waiting for an answer—Norma stretched out her hand and took holt of Thomas’ schlong.  She admired it!  She cupped his barely hairy balls and then slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y squeezed the skin flute and made up and down motions.
	The pleasure was intense.
	Norma had titties, Beginner’s Titties.  They were still small, smaller than most girls in her age group but there they were and as she worked his penis into a serious state of arousal—Thomas (in turn) admired Norma’s nobbies.
	Then she did something that totally like totally blew him away.  Totally.
	She sucked his cock!  She did!
	Her lips went to the bulbous knob; her tongue went around the super sensitive crown (expert) and then down the slender white/pinkish shaft.  She closed her eyes and went slowly up and down.  She had done this before!  (remember—she had four count ‘em FOUR brothers—two were teenagers!)
	She sucked and sucked and sucked; fondled his balls, rubbed his ass (that was still burning from the belting) and sucked his cock until he got that “special” feeling.

	“T-that stuff’s gonna come out!” he announced in a near panic.
	“It’s called cum.” Norma informed him.
	Thomas didn’t know that.
	She had withdrawn her mouth but kept one hand on his cock working it.
	“Oh God!” he said.  He shuddered and the milky white stuff suddenly exploded from his cock.  Instant relief.  His eyes fluttered and the pleasure was like a drug—it lasted a little while.  Norma kept handjacking him; manipulating him into a tizzy.
	“Wow!” he said.
	“Felt good, huh?” Norma giggled.
	Thomas was speechless.
	“It feels ten times better when you put it in here!” she said directing his attention to her cunny.
	Thomas was speechless and mindless.
	And comes to find out---she was right!

*

	Right as Thomas was cumming—this time IN pussy—the #8080-B train came rumbling going westbound.  It was an intense moment as the timbers trembled, dirt cascaded down, and a monstrous locomotive thunder right over their heads.  Norma loved it; Thomas—not so much.
	When the train finally rumbled off , Thomas sat up staring-staring-staring at what he had done and WHERE he had done it.
	“Wow!” was all he could muster.
	“Pretty good, huh?” Norma giggled.
	Thomas nodded.  Tucking her panties into her dress pocket she slipped her dress back on and shoes; Thomas dressed, too; then the two scurried off long the nature path to their secret place where (with swimwear on) they had swam away the sweltering heat of the summers.
	This time—no swimwear.
	Thomas knew what skinny dipping was but didn’t know guys and girls did it together.  When they came to their “secret” pond, an offshoot from the main creek, teenagers where there swimming naked.  The secret pond wasn’t so secret after all.
	Three girls, four boys.  The Nottlaw clan; Jonathan, Jason, Ben, Jim-bob; their sisters, Mary Ellen, Erin, and Elizabeth.  All naked!  Jonny was the oldest, he was eighteen.  Then there was Mary Ellen—she was seventeen.  Jason was sixteen, Erin was fifteen, Ben was fourteen, James Robert (Jim-bob) was twelve and the last Nottlaw offspring was just eleven.

	Thomas and Norma knew them, they had a farm not far away and sometimes they (Thomas/Norma) went to their Fall Festival, picked apples and other fruits on their farm during the appropriate season, and were friends overall.
	Regardless, the secret pond was Thomas’ and Norma’s “secret pond.”
	Slowly the two kids slipped away disappointed.
	“Let’s go do something else.” Thomas said.
	“I know what we can do.” Norma giggled.

	After watching eleven year old Elizabeth sucking on her fourteen year old brother, Ben, Thomas was once more way hard.  Norma led the way thru the woods to their other secret place, an old miner’s shack.  It was old—way old and built partially into the side of a lush hill.  Here the two engaged in “playhouse” whereas Thomas was the “daddy” and Norma the “misbehaving” daughter.
	After being scolded about lying, cheating (at school), fibbing, cussing, and running around with no underwear on—it was time for a spanking.  It had been almost an hour since the secret pond incident and more than that since he had sunk his cock into Norma’s cock—and yet his cock was still mighty hard.  Mighty hard.
	Mary Ellen—she was seventeen or so therebouts and had a nice set of teenage titties.  A nice body, too.  Erin was fifteen—she was a dynamo and was laid out on the small sandy bank getting boinked by her brother, Jason!  Meanwhile, eleven year old Elizabeth was not only sucking off a brother but was getting zoinked in the ass from oldest brother, Jonny-boy!
	The images wouldn’t leave Thomas’ mind.
	Then, naked Norma lay across his lap.
	Many times—many times had he held her hand.
	Sometimes he had been right up close to her.
	One time they had huddled while a storm raged over their fort.
	She always smelled good.
	She had an amazing laugh; it didn’t matter that she was black, Thomas wasn’t prejudice.  She was pretty and smelled good.  And naked she was ten times better!  His cock pressed right against her bare belly.  She rubbed her ass—waiting.  Thomas caressed her ass—his mind was a blur.  The Wow Factor was exceeding all limits of comprehension.
	Slowly he let fly a spank.
	It wasn’t much—but it was a start.
	“Oooooh, Daddy,” said a giggling not-serious Norma, “I’m a baaaaad girl!”
	So Thomas smacked her bare ass again—a little harder.
	Then again.
	Then he smoothed his hand over the ass flesh and felt a familiar stirring in his cock.
	“I-I think it’s gonna blow!” he said.
	“Let’s not waste it!” Norma quipped and turned to sit on her best friend guiding his dick into her pussy.   She clenched and “rode” him; her hands on his shoulders, her legs straddling him, she basically fucked HIM!
	Thomas didn’t mind.  He was in shock but as the tumultuous moment came—and CAME he grinned and enjoyed the incredible feeling that WAS ten times better than jerking off, humping his bed OR getting a blowjob!  Clutching Norma’s ass he humped into her pussy, ogled her bouncy breasts, and felt new feelings (for her) he had never had before.
	The two came to roll on their clothes on the cement floor and fucked their young brains out.  Thomas’ schlong had amazing stamina and remained quite stiff long after shooting hefty wads of cum.  His toes curled!  His hair tingled!  It was amazing!
	And then they kissed.
	It was passionate—well, as passionate as two young peoples can make it.
	It was a first for the both of them.  When they broke the sudden lip lock there was firstly adoration—then embarrassment.
	“Holy shit,” Thomas said, “I-I’ve never done THAT before!”
	“Me, either!”
	The two blushed with Norma grinning, “Wanna do it again?”
	Thomas was ok with that and the two kissed again.
	Then, Norma guided her young studdly lover into a Missionary Position—of which he didn’t mind at all.  He was a little clumsy, a lot awkward, but he got the job done just the same.  Then, there was Reverse Missionary.
	Afterwards, immediately after, Norma lay on Thomas—kissing.  It was a special moment—interrupted by thunder.
	“Shit!” Norma bitched.
	The hour was late and Norma had to get home.
	Thomas escorted her home—most of the way.  He didn’t want to be seen so at their fort—a treehouse (they and a bunch of other neighbor area kids) built in a HUGE eucalyptus tree.
	Then, Thomas went back to the miner’s shack—never to be seen again!
	Mleep!

*

The lurking lurker lurks!
	He awoke with a startle.
	Moving his head was a bad idea.
	Mass confusion reigned supreme in his mind.
	Nothing made sense—blinking lights, muffled sounds, a cave?
	A bad taste was in his mouth.  He felt more than just simply sick to his stomach.  The images swirling in his mind—more than disturbing.  He could make no sense of any of it—a horrible thumming was in his ears.  It was like he was underwater—deep underwater.
	He took a deep breath.  When he opened them again there was a woman in his face; it wasn’t his Mom, it wasn’t his girlfriend.  He didn’t know who the hell it was.  She was speaking but her words were muffled in his ears.  She looked alright, though; kind face, auburn hair tied back in a bun.  She looked pretty and seemed to be soothing him.	
	Closing his eyes he felt a little better and slipped off into a sleepful realm.
	Anna Mightgivesum—oh yeah—yeah—YEAH!  If he one of those illegal mind altering things—yeah—yeah—OH HELL YEAH he’d use it on Anna.  That ass, those tits, that camel toe!
	Bonnie Delveintome—oh yeah—yeah—YEAH!  One of those mind control things would be great!  That smile!  That hair!  She was a cheerleader!
	Cathy Bamme—oh YEAH!  She was way cute!  Too cute for her own good!
	EMAD.
	Electronic Mind Altering Device.
	Mind Control.
	Illegal but just about everyone had one.
	Glurb the Elder waved some sort of object before his beleaguered eyes—
	“Mleep!  He is a fine specimen—gleep—of humankind.  Dleep!”
	Another slug-like alien jabbed something into his side—it was a little painful but—but not as painful as being SODOMIZED!  More muffled sounds like as if he were underwater; then,
	“He is now equipped—gleep—with the device.  Zleep!”
	Another alien spoke, “He will have mind control—cleep—over all those he sees—mleep!”
	More aliens spoke—seemingly at the same time confusing Lucas.
	Images came nextly he didn’t understand—a huge PINK creature that was friendly?  Feelings he didn’t understand filled him—confusing him.  He awoke again and it wasn’t the friendly woman in his face but a little girl at his bedside.
	She was about eleven, long red hair, lots of freckles, slender body, short-short summer tank dress.  The room he didn’t recognize; it was white clapboard; old style farmer/country style desk, chair, and bed.  A simple white sheet lay over him and he felt—ok.
	He was confused but felt better than he did earlier.
	“Hello.” he said to the little red head.
	“Hello.” The little girl said.
	He had questions—‘where the hell am I?’  ‘what’s going on?’ and a dozen others.  He felt ok but a little warm; a slight headache.  Then—then he realized how cute the little girl was.
	‘raise your dress up.’
	The little redhead stared at him with her big blue eyes; a solid blank face—then she raised her dress without batting an eye.
	Lucas smiled—and got an erection.
	Simple basic white well worn panties a little bunched up and not too tight.
	A lot of thoughts raced thru his mind—confusing but some were solid enough to keep the flow going.  Slowly he inched down the sheet covering him; his cock ached.  He imagined Bonnie Delveintome doing some cheer routine on his schlong—her titties adorned with sparkly pompoms; shouting “Give me a F!  Give me a U!  Give me a C!  Give me a K!  What does that spell!?  FUCK!”
	‘touch my cock.’
	Elizabeth Nottlaw reached out with one hand (the other holding up her dress) and TOUCHED his cock.
	Lucas moaned.
	‘push your panties down.’
	With that hand that had touched his cock she pushed her panties down to her knees.  Her pussy exposed was still basically bald but had a bit of fuzz covering it.  Lucas had the girl re-touch his cock PLUS stroke and please-please-please him.
	Then someone was heard coming up some steps, or stairs, calling out Elizabeth’s name.
	Quickly Lucas put Elizabeth back to herself, panties up and dress down; sheet back up but his cock was very rigid—very hard; very visible.  He “released” the young girl and closed his eyes resuming “sleep” mode.  Elizabeth’s Mom, Olivia, came into the room.  There was a brief chat and Elizabeth was scurried away.  Olivia came and fussed over the bedridden Lucas.  She smelled good!
	She hummed some song and then—then noticed Lucas’ hard penis.
	“What’s this?” she said in a lighthearted manner.  “Having naughty dreams are we?”  She patted Lucas’ chest—then (on her own) her hand moved down his chest to just about an inch from where his pulsing prong waited for her under the sheet.
	Lucas kept his eyes close trying not to “shut them” forcefully but keep them “just closed.”  
	Nothing happened.
	Lucas waited.
	And waited.
	He had to fart.
	He had to pee.
	He waited—and waited—and then waited some more.
	Olivia’s hand remained poised right at his cock (above the sheet.)
	Then—THEN (on her own) she slipped her hand UNDER THE SHEET!
	She did!
	What’s more she placed her fingers about the pulsing prong of the seventeen year old Lucas Turklurk’s cock!  She did!  Lucas held his breath and struggled to keep the pesky fart from spoiling the moment.  The urge to pee was getting a bit much, too.
	Olivia moved her hand down the length of Lucas’ cock.	
	She cupped his balls.
	Lucas couldn’t help it but his cock (and balls) surged.  He remained fake sleeping but it was hard.  Olivia gripped his cock and lightly stroked it.  Lucas had a hell of a time keeping himself from moaning.  Finally, fuck it—he moaned.
	Olivia froze.  Her grip, though, on his cock—remained.
	Was she a cock sucker?
	Did she have unnatural-illicit-incestuous relations with family members?
	Did she want to?
	The woman gripped Lucas’ cock—squeezed it and stroked it.
	Lucas let out another moaned.  His breathing increased—he thought of Anna Mightgivesum and that camel toe of hers!  OH!  That girl was HOT!  She had the most amazing smile!  That hair, that body!  She wore tight jeans, tight tops, had a Southern Belle accent, and that camel toe!  OH!
	A bit of cum seeped out of his cock.
	‘take your panties off!’ Lucas thought hard trying to communicate via the embedded EMAD within him.  He was trembling.  His balls ached.  His cock ached.  His head ached!  Swirls of images he couldn’t understand or even fathom blasted into his mind—images of giant slug-like creatures with not so much as a tapered behind area but a more blunt area with legs!  Then some huge Barney the Dinosaur type creature but with a goofy friendly face and PINK fur!  What the hell!?
	Lucas finally cracked an eye sensing “movement” (and the release of his penis.)  Olivia had stood and shucked her womanly panties.  She was a woman possibly in her 40s.  That was ok—she still looked good (good enough to fuck!)  She wore a long dress, past the knees!  Not too tight (but not too loose, either!)
	Sensing that there could be another interruption Lucas had Olivia just hike the dress up and ‘mount’ him.  Slowly she did so.  Slowly—she did so!  She expertly took his teenage cock and guided it into her pussy!  She expertly took his TEENAGE COCK and guided it INTO her pussy!  She did!  Partly on her own—partly on strong coercion—but Lucas didn’t need to put that much strength in his coercion.
	Once the cock was in the deed was well on its way.
	Lucas’ cock surged and strengthened inside the woman’s pussy.  She sat up and did what a woman does in the Reverse Missionary and moved UP and Down.  It felt GOOD!  Sure she was a woman of some age.  Sure she had a few kids—but she still had a “snappin’ pussy!” 
	She pumped good!  Lucas wanted to see those Mommy titties!  But he floundered in the sex releasing a gracious quantity of teenage love cream in just under two minutes!  His hands clutched the woman’s ass and he desired to “release teenage love cream” there, too!
	But he peed (in her pussy) instead.
	And that felt good, as well!
	He felt a little strange and before slipping off to sleep ‘be yourself.’
	And sleep instantly swept over him.  Now, what happened after wasn’t known—not to Lucas.  His intent was for Olivia Nottlaw to “climb off” of him, put her panties back on and go on about her business whatever it was.  But; just for your knowledge—
	Olivia heaved and sweated (er, perspired (men sweat; women perspire).  Then she looked down realizing what she had done—she went a little ashen and a lot panicky.  She mouthed words “Oh my God!” and “What have I done!”  Then, as she dismounted her sleeping teenage stranger her children had found in the woods—naked and covered in a strange “slime”—her womanly cunny in need of a good dicking quivered.
	There was no “man” in the house and it had been “awhile” since she had had some good dick and an even gooder fuck.  Her pussy shuddering sent shivers all over her.  She wanted to fuck again!  She remained sitting on the teenager; her pussy trembling; her Baptist mind in quite a quaundry.
	She was upset with herself for her devilish deed—but the yearning was something she couldn’t deny.  “Oh GOD that was good!” she said in a murmer.
	“Just once.” She said convincing herself that since he was “asleep” then no one but herself knew of the occurrence.  She chastised herself but still couldn’t put away the incredible good feeling her womanly cunt had for the deed done.  She began to grind her sopping wet cunt against the boy’s cock; reaching back to finger her HOLE, spank herself and have a torrid thought of engaging with the boy over and over again.
	She had another orgasm.
	It was delicious!
	It was almost as good as the first one!

	She trembled all over and found herself friggin’ herself desiring ANOTHER orgasm!  But the voices of her children downstairs slamming doors as they entered the house flew her into a frenzy.  Off of the naked teenager she flew pulling her panties back on then quickly mopping up the boy’s soiled cock before pulling the sheet over him then dashing out of the room.
	Lucas let out a big sigh and finally—a HUGE fart!

*

Awakenings
	In and out of consciousness; more out than in.  A dry mouth, a busting headache; and the knowing that da gronk had something to do with his being wherever he was.  Somehow, the great friendly pink beastly creature had transported from the alien rock ship to “wherever.”
	That made Lucas sad.	
	The alien slugs—those bastards!
	Lucas got that he had been kidnapped—for what exact purpose he wasn’t sure.  But he had been given the powers of an EMAD!  Again—why he wasn’t sure.  And—more disturbingly—he had been raped!  His mind blanked off after that.  For years—since the reporting of “flying saucers” and alien abductions there had been government cover up; conspiracies of  this and that.  Throughout the history of man there had been “sightings” and descriptions of aliens scrawled on ancient cave walls.
	None, though, depicted what Lucas Turklurk had seen.
	He sighed and shifting his weight realized that he was once more—not alone.  Standing by his bed was another pretty girl; her hair was not as red as the first visitor, Elizabeth.  This girl, Erin, was taller (older); her hair was soft and hung loose rather than her sister’s who had her hair in twin braided pigtails.
	Erin had pleasing looks; plain, some freckles, more titty development, a serious look and before Lucas opened his eyes he noted her noting his manhood.  He hadn’t been thinking of anyone in particular—he hadn’t been thinking of anyone at all save for the fucking alien slug bastards and the one who had fucked him in the ass!
	Surely that hadn’t given him cause to get hard?
	Surely not!
	‘pull the sheet down.’
	Erin paused—made a curious face.  Her pretty eyes remained locked to Lucas’ face.  There was slight cause for worry; then, she stretched out her hand and pulled the sheet down revealing his nakedness.
	‘play with it—play with my cock!’
	Surprise!  She did!
	Lucas fluttered his eyes and felt immensely pleased.
	‘suck it!’
	His need was great and the girl was an expert!
	An orgasm almost came right then and there as the girl went to work.
	Somehow, Lucas managed to hold off blowing his load.  Erin sucked and sucked, cupped his balls, and sucked and sucked.  Lucas could barely move but he wanted to feel of her ass—she was so close!
	‘take-take your panties down.’ then, ‘take your panties off!’
	Erin stopped sucking (temporarily) to move her underpants off.
	Lucas had her stand and pull her dress up to show her naked self.
	Nice.
	Real nice.  A nice patch of red fur covered her snatch; it was neatly trimmed and although beleaguered eyes be damned—there were the telltale signs of NOT being a virgin!
	Lucas’ heart swelled—so did his slobbered on cock.
	‘mount me.’
	Sucking was one thing and it was a good thing but fucking—whoa!
	And like her mother, Erin slid effortless into place and began her work pleasing-pleasing-very muchly pleasing Lucas T.  Encouraging a great deal of effort, Lucas managed to put his hands on the girl’s ass—he could see her hardened nipples thru her red/white checkered dress.  His cock surged, swelled, and began blowing a massive stream of love cream.
	God!  He ass felt great!	
	God!  He wanted to FUCK that ass!
	He sighed as his juice sprang forth like a gushing river.  His entire body tingled; even his hair!  Erin laid down onto his chest and that was nice.  Lucas caressed her ass and felt his cock squirting more luscious baby making fluid into her teenage baby making machine.  Very muchly did he want to fuck her asshole.
	But the sound of peoples preempted that possibility.
	Just how fucking many fucking people were there in this fucking house!?
	Erin was kicked off and put back to order and then back to her own mind.
	Lucas sighed and closed his eyes.  He sought sleep and was not denied.

	It was Elizabeth again when he awoke nextly.  She was friendly, in a different dress—even shorter!  She WAS pretty—or maybe he just saw her different as he was getting to be more and more himself and the girl had changed her hairstyle.  No matter—
	‘anyone home?’ just checking.
	“Nope!” she said almost enthusiastically.
	Good!
	After a sigh, adjusting himself in the bed he found that he had a DIAPER on!  OH!  Disgusting!  Thankfully, though, it was fresh and clean and he hadn’t used it.  Still, though—disgusting!  Moving his arms and legs was a bit of a problem, a little bit on the stiff side.  While he limbered himself up—
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Elizabeth didn’t hesitate and stripped off her dress in one fluid motion.
	Then down came her basic white undies that were not so well worn.
	Limbering done he called for the girl to come get on him.
	She did.
	His cock kissed her delicious little pussy; there seemed to be more fuzz there leaving Lucas to wonder ‘how fucking long have I been here?’
	“Six days.” said Elizabeth aloud.  Lucas had to remember that his thoughts were not always his own.
	After his hands roamed all over the pre-teen’s body his aching cock slid nicely into her hot little brotherly fucked cunt.  To describe that feeling he couldn’t.  His cock felt GREAT inside the girl’s young cunt.  Like an orgasm feeling he shuddered all over.  “Sonofabitch!” he said; his hands clamped tightly to the girl’s hot ass he marveled that his cock went ALL THE WAY into her!
	That face!
	Those small titties about the size of small apples.
	That body!
	That cunt!
	His cock pulsed inside her; the girl laid down on him and they commenced to fucking with Elizabeth doing most of the work!  Lucas smoothed his hands all over her ass, diddled her hole, then his mouth found her mouth and they began deeply kissing.
	It was lovemaking supreme—well, to Lucas.  While engaged with the young girl his mind lapsed and those pesky thoughts of memories he would rather forget were forgotten.  Sure, he would like to have a girl a little older but he would take what he could get.
	After the initial orgasm—and then some, the two lay in bliss.  His cock ached incredibly so.  Elizabeth handled it, squeezed it, then bent down and sucked it!  That led to 69ing.  As the girl sucked, Lucas moved her legs and body to whereas she was straddling him while her pussy he had just fucked and filled with his cum was now poised on his face.
	Lucas didn’t care; he licked and lapped her young pussy getting flashes of girls in his past he had done same to.  Daphne Mulelipps, Stephanie Stackedmouse, Louise Moneyshott.
	And Beverly Horeouse.  Daphne and Stephanie had been his age; thirteen at the time.  Louise had been his age at sixteen sixty-nining in her bedroom while her parents were away for the weekend.
	Beverly was a family friend’s daughter.
	He was kind of stuck babysitting her for a few hours—she was six at the time.  Six!  As Elizabeth sucked-sucked-sucked his cock-cock-cock, Lucas recalled with no emotion as he played a “game” with young Beverly.  The Pirate Game; whereas while playing the game the “stowaway” (Beverly) was captured by the Pirates—in this case Lucas, and blindfolded.  She was bound by the hands, too.
	Then, the real part of the game came—“guess what’s in your mouth and you can go free!”
	“A banana!” shrieked the giddy little girl.
	“Right!” a banana peeled was in her mouth.
	Next,
	“A carrot!”
	“Good guess!” a carrot had been in her mouth.
	“Hmmm, I don’t know that one.”
	No, it was a piece of pomegranate.
	“An apple!” it was a piece of apple.
	“Orange!”
	“Peanut butter!’
	Then,
	“Hmmm, I don’t know that one.”
	Lucas smiled and pushed in more of the unknown saying “Just suck it, honey, it’ll come to you.” And he did—and she didn’t guess!
	He never did, though, get her naked as he desired.  As he desired.  Yeah, he desired to have her naked.  For a long time he would harbor thoughts of seeing her naked; he harbored deep thoughts of spanking her, fingering her, cumming on her face!
	And speaking of cumming—
	As he flicked his tongue to Elizabeth’s pussy—she came on his face!  Rivers of girl juices flowed like everything onto his face.  He didn’t mind—he was shooting his own juices into the girl’s mouth and coupled with the thought of cumming onto Beverly the orgasm was fantastic!
	And speaking of fantastic—
	One night he awoke with a traffic need to pee.  He was wearing a diaper but didn’t want to pee in it—to pee in it and be aware of peeing in it.  Finally he moved his legs out and sat up.  It took almost half an hour before he could summon enough strength to stand.  He was almost about to piss himself when and thinking the diaper wouldn’t have been such a bad idea after all when Mary Ellen appeared.
	She said something but Lucas’ need to pee was too great and he exhibited anguish suggesting a bathroom need.
	“You should be in bed!” she said in a low voice.
	“Gotta pee!”
	She said something else but Lucas dismissed it and tried for the door.
	Exasperated and giving in, the seventeen year old helped Lucas to the hall bathroom.  Slow steps—slow agonizing steps.  Finally, at the bathroom they entered—the light was flicked on and Lucas had to shut his eyes tight.
	“Sorry.” said Mary Ellen.
	Lucas stood at the toilet and pee was already streaming out—pee had already been streaming since he left the bed!  The relief was almost as good as fucking!  Almost.  Then—THEN—Mary Ellen REACHED AROUND and took holt of his cock and PLAYED WITH IT!  She did!  There was a lot of pee.  A lot.  Lucas was torn between the release of bladder pressure and the girl fondling his cock.
	When the pressure was fully satiated; he farted—couldn’t help it.  He stood leaning with a hand out to the wall supporting himself.  Mary Ellen did the manly customary “shake” then paused.  Was she going to do more—on her own?
	‘t-take-take your clothes off.’ Lucas said dealing with the late night excursion and peeing and the unusual going on that was going on.
	Mary Ellen, clad in a bib overall outfit, reeking a little of hay? stripped off her clothes and as further Lucas’ mind control desire lay out on her clothes on the floor.  Lucas found himself, though, wobbly and unsure.  He felt a little ill, hungry, and not as horny as he thought.
	But, regardless, he positioned himself between the girl’s legs and once his cock was in her sex began an earnest fuck session.  However, a few pumps into the deed and—and—he fell asleep!
	(that has NEVER happened to me—the girl I was doing, however, did!)

	What awoke him—he wasn’t sure.  He felt a little warm and dizzy.  Beneath him—Mary Ellen Nottlaw.  His love tool was still hard and her mind still his to control.  His heart wasn’t really so much into it but he mustered up enough umph to do the girl.  His stamina was all but spent even before starting!
	Sitting on the toilet about to pass out he minded to the girl ‘put your clothes on.’ Whether or not she did so—he didn’t know.  He fell to the floor with a thump having a hundred degree plus temperature.
	He awoke sometime (hours) later to someone humming a song.  Fluttering his eyes he saw thru bleary eyes that it was Olivia.  She was in a rocking chair, reading the Bible, humming.
	Lucas stirred, moaned, fluttered his eyes, and didn’t stifle a fart.
	She had four boys and was once married—she had heard men fart.
	“Hello.” she said in a nice calm voice.
	His eyes hurt (not from his releasing stench) but they just hurt.
	Even his hair hurt!
	For a long while he could really only stay still; no thoughts—not even bad or evil ones!  The woman was angel-like; her demeanor was pleasant and Lucas felt good in her care.  She spoke words but Lucas could barely understand them—he was still feverish and weak from his experience.  (that would be from the alien rock/alien slug experience—the sex experience he could handle.)
	Closing his eyes he sunk into oblivion—with Olivia singing and humming to him in a sweet angelic voice.

	The urge to take a crap didn’t wake him—but the urge to pee did!  Once more it took several minutes of sitting on the edge of the bed before managing to get up.  The hour was late—way after Midnight; a window was open and nice fresh Summer breezes wafted in kissing his naked body.  He felt better—but seriously had to pee.
	When he took a step—he nearly fell.
	Thankfully, Olivia was there to catch him.  She had just walked in “just in time” or he would have kissed he floor.
	“I-I gotta pee!” he announced in urgency.
	“Come on,” she said, “I’ll help.”
	Well, what’s a woman for!?
	In the bathroom, as with Mary Ellen, Olivia held his wang as he pissed a hearty piss.  He hated to—but he farted, too.  Olivia fondled his cock (on her own!) and shook it (a little angrily?) before “playing” with it.  Lucas moaned satisfaction from the pee; then melted as Olivia’s proficient (practiced?) fingers worked their magic on his dong.
	Soon and that dong was hard.
	But all Olivia seemed to do was play with it.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Olivia was clad in a long-long nightgown with robe.  Her hair was down, too.  She still looked amazing and that alone gave Lucas cause to live.  His cock got hard and all he wanted to do was to fuck her angelic brains out.  He had to sit on the toilet as she stripped off her clothes; a lone light above the sink at the top of the medicine cabinet gave the only light to the small bathroom.  She looked amazing.  No bra OR panties!
	Then, onto the floor on her clothes.  Lucas still sat on the toilet just gazing over the woman—she was amazing!  A long body; a little tan but not much—she was an old fashioned kind of gal.  And that was alright with Lucas.
	Making love to her was more than words could describe.
	He knew that she had delivered “a few” kids; that didn’t matter, the woman still somehow had a “snappin’” pussy that gave Lucas’ schlong a reason to live.  He loved on her titties and shoved his fuck stick as far as it could into her womanness; it surged as it swelled and delivered an abundant load of teen spunk.
	He fed off of the woman’s subtle antics; she moaned, groaned, and released her own juices.  Her cunt literally grabbed (and held) his cock hostage.  Lucas, feeling better than he had with Mary Ellen, fucked hard.  There had been passion in the beginning but that segued to all out FUCKING!
	All out and out fucking!  Get it in—keep it in!  He pumped and pumped hard, slamming his cock all about the woman’s crevice—grinding inadvertently against her clit sending her into uproarious delight her ownself.  It was a dramatic fuck worthy of a lamentation!
	(I don’t lament so don’t ask!)
	When THAT deed was done…

A little spying never hurt anyone
 	Whenever there is a Bible class or a small group discussion group discussing “dancing” it is learned that the Bible does not directly forbid dancing!   Not only does the Bible not forbid dancing, it actually gives some examples of approved dancing.  But before you conclude that most adults are just old-fashioned concerning everyday life and modern dancing—look at the examples of dancing found in the Bible—along with drinking, peeing against the wall (and my favorite)  incest!
 	Even some Bible students may be surprised to learn that certain forms of dancing were actually a part of worship!
 	In Exodus 32:19, the children of Israel danced around and worshipped the golden calf they asked Aaron to make while Moses was on Mount Sinai receiving the Ten Commandments and God’s covenant.  That, of course, was not approved and Moses was thoroughly pissed when he came back down and saw what was going on.
 	Judges 11:34 presents an example of the daughter of one of the Israelite judges dancing alone.  Exodus 15:20-21 gives an account of women dancing to celebrate God’s deliverance of Israel from Egypt after the Red Sea crossing.  There is no mention of men dancing with them.  In 1 Samuel 18:6, women danced to celebrate one of King David’s victories.  In 2 Samuel 6:14-16, in what was apparently an act of worship to God, David himself danced before the Ark of the Covenant.  And Psalms 149:3 and 150:4 speak of praising God through dance. 
 	Turning to 1 Samuel 30:16, we read of soldiers (men only) dancing. 
 	In Ecclesiastes 3:4, Solomon wrote that there is a time for almost everything. He includes a “time for dancing,” in contrast to a “time for mourning.”  And the prophet Jeremiah (31:13) foretold a time when dancing would be the joyous result of God’s work. 
 	So, you see, the Bible doesn’t condemn all dancing.  (and apparently, getting your father drunk and then having sex with him wasn’t condemned, either!  OR tossing your daughters out to a mob for them to have sex with so you could continue hiding a guest!)
 	Furthermore, the Hebrew word used for dancing in the Old Testament refers simply to whirling and turning.  The present-day concept of sexually provocative holding of the opposite sex, or of mimicking human sexual acts while dancing, are a far cry from what these biblical passages illustrate.
	Down the road a ways from the Nottlaw house was the “little country church”; next to it was the “little country house” of which the “little country preacher” preached.  Currently, he was doing more than preaching in the company of Erin Nottlaw.  It was early evening type time and Rev. Mike Wickford was doing more than “preaching”—he was dancing!
	A slow dance.
	A very slow dance—Erin and Rev. Mike were embraced doing a half-assed waltz.  Music was playing from an old style phonograph in the corner; the preacher’s house was a modest home set in among some tall standing pines.  The home was a little ways off the road, surrounded by a white picket fence (in need of paint) and shrubs.  To see the goings on one had to be right up to the house and peering in at the right angle.
	Lucas Turklurk was in just such a position.
	Good thing—or he would have missed when Erin “went down” to her knees fishing out the Reverend’s cock.  It was long, thick, and dramatically hard.  Erin giggled, blushed, and admired the manly prick—she lovingly stroked the fuck stick then began flicking her tongue into the piss slit!  She did!
	Then she took the godly member into her mouth and began working it.
	The Rev. Mike threw his head back and reeled in the sensuous manner of being pleased.  He went catatonic in a standing position as he was sucked—Erin was good!
	A few minutes or so after and the fifteen year old seductress turned about hiking up her “just to the knees” brown tweed skirt.  Her basic white full brief panties she worked down—and then off!  Then she braced against the back of a sofa and the good Reverend approached her rubbing his penis all over her ass.  Then, after gouging the fully engorged prong up and down the teen’s crack he made entry.
	As to what “hole” of Erin’s he was wasn’t rightly known.
	
	Nextly while on “rounds” getting his walking legs back, Lucas came upon Elizabeth and her best friend, Aimee.  The girls were naked.  The girls were pounding their pussies together!  Lucas was more than intrigued—and he had nothing to do with it!  In the woods—a ways from their homes, out in the open but far from prying eyes, the girls had shed their clothes and began grinding their poons together.
	“I think about your brother all the time!” said Aimee.  She had just turned eleven, had some knobs, very-very white; very blond, too.  She was cute and had a wondrous smile.  He body still looked like it was ten years old—and that suited the perv Lucas just fine.
	Now, Elizabeth had four brothers—which one was Aimee referring that she liked?  Hmmm  Elizabeth fingered herself as she lay cockeyed on the ground; a large fallen tree somewhat shielded them should anyone chance to be waltzing thru the woods; a great boulder was opposite.  Both girls were delicious and very-very appetizing; their little boobies jiggled, their innocence wandering, greatly intense the unseen and he involved himself.
	Elizabeth was NOT a virgin—with four brothers there was no doubt.
	Aimee wasn’t much of a virgin, either—but she had not brother one!
	‘how did you lose your virginity?’ an inquiring mind wanted to know.
	“Pop bottle!” she said enthusiastically.
	Lucas wasn’t sure how that happened but let it be.  He licked out the little girl’s cunt, fingered her bung hole, then slid his aching cock into her non-dicked dick trench.  It was a snug-snug fit.  He thought of Elizabeth, Erin sucking off the Reverend, Mary Ellen playing with his cock, and mostly—and mostly Olivia.
	Mostly Olivia.
	After thoroughly deflowering Aimee’s snatch box he lay beside her fingering her.  She giggled all over; she was no more than eleven than anything—almost frail!  After suckling her titties her brought Elizabeth over settle the girl down onto her best friend.  Neither girl had ventured into pussy pleasing orally.  Lucas loved that view—Elizabeth’s ass was lily white; perfectly moon shaped, and a nice clean dirt chute.  Lucas fingered that dirt chute—prepping it for an intrusion.
	‘has your brothers put their bones in your butt?’ he asked curiously.
	“Yes.” she answered.  All four of them, too!
	She also slurped their schlongs along with spread her legs for them.
	After the girls got going tonguing one another Lucas’ cock more than enough got hard enough.  He licked and fingered Elizabeth’s hole to his satisfaction then entered it via his big smoldering aching hole loving cock.

	Pleasure abound!  Although she had four brothers AND all four had slammed her holes—it didn’t happen all the time so her holes were fairly tight (enough).  Lucas pounded the girl’s hole delivering an ungodly amount of apparent pent up cum.
	He still thought of Olivia!

	Hole number one was filled by brother number one, Jonathan.
	Hole number two was filled by brother number two, Jason.
	Hole number three (mouth) was filled by brother number three, Ben.
	Having no fourth hole that left the fourth brother, James Robert, was left out in the cold to jerk off while his three brothers triple teamed sister number one.  No one else was home so gangbanging family style was the in-thing in the barn.  James stood guard, nakedly jerking off, at the barn door.  The door was cracked a pinch so as he had good enough view to see the open yard and house—and especially the open area where the family car would come to park.
	Jonny’s schlong began to undulate and squirt delicious teen spunk into his teen sister’s mouth.  His eyes fluttered and her body (as a whole) twitched.  Furiously she frigged herself as brother Jason banged off into her pussy.  She worked Jonny’s schlong getting every ounce of his liquid love out of his prong—then she began to spank herself as she pulled away.  Jonny virtually melted; he fondled his cock (and balls) and seemed almost delirious.  Stumbling backward he fell onto a hunk of baled hay breathing hard.  Fucking pussy was one thing—getting a tumultuous blowjob from one’s sister was something else!
	James Robert (Jim-bob) left the door and came up to size up the situation; Jason and Ben were hard at work getting off in the willing sibling.  Mary Ellen had swallowed only a bit of Johnny’s juice, she spat out the rest, tweaked her nipples, and was getting off on “getting off” on.
	Jason had just cum and was reveling in his incestuous deed when a car door slammed.  Everyone panicked—James had left his post and the family car had snuck up on them.  Sister Erin and Elizabeth had just bounded out of the car with their Mother, too!
	James got bitched at and there was no time for him to “get some.”  He was a tall gangly boy, bowl shaped reddish brown hair, long almost forlorn face—his head was most always in the clouds.  He wanted to be an airplane pilot and go as high into the clouds as possible.
	Everyone scrambled, cleaned up, then joined their family in the house.
	Afterwards, after some family socializing in the family room (non-sexual) it was bedtime.  Lucas, so it seemed, had become a permanent family member.  There was no mention of HIS family, his past, or anything of the like.  He was accepted as a member and that was that.
	In the upstairs bathroom,
	James Robert pressed his cock against Elizabeth’s ass whispering,
	“Meet me in the barn.”
	With a mouthful of toothpaste she nooded.
	She WAS pretty—‘specially naked!  But as she was she was in a long nightgown—with nothing underneath!  Jim-bob’s “bob” was out of his pajama bottom flap pressing hard against her lily white ass skin.  The ache in him was great—having been interrupted with his turn with Mary Ellen.
	Although ALL the Nottlaw brothers and sisters were fooling with each other—some more than others, it was something they did on the sly as it wasn’t something a Baptist family was supposed to be doing.  Their Mother was a strong willed Baptist woman who didn’t put up with shenanigans and more than once walloped a child of hers on the ass with the huge family bible.
	All the Nottlaw brothers and sisters were fooling with each other—Mary Ellen and Erin pounded their teen snatches together, spanked one another, and fucked one another using long necked beer bottles.  Elizabeth and best friend Aimee were “fooling around”—and Jason and Ben fooled around with each other; but Jim-bob only fooled with the girls.
	Some time after the lights went out in the back country Nottlaw home and did Elizabeth slip out of the room she shared with her sisters.  Lucas followed.  Downstairs was the main bedroom; Elizabeth cautiously stepped over the squeaky step at the bottom of the stairs.
	Outside and the air was very cool; soft summer breezes there were; some birds chirping, a woodpecker pecking—all was well with the world.  In the barn, waiting patiently, James Robert already naked.
	“Where you been?” he bitched, “I’ve been an hour!”
	Elizabeth gave him a bad look “I was sleeping!” what normal people do when it’s dark.  She slipped off her nightgown and settled on a bale of hay out in the open of the large barn housing few animals—one of which farted.
	Jim-bob giggled, Elizabeth wasn’t in the mood—all day and her pussy and asshole had been sore!  She had been with Aimee and they had fooled around but not that hard.  She couldn’t explain it.
	For a moment she held off doing anything; Jim-bob stood with his “bob” rock hard—waiting.  It was dark—damn dark.  Elizabeth finally took her brother’s tool and began working it.  She wasn’t too much into the deed as she normally was but she serviced her brother just the same.
	Jim-bob rocked and moved “into position”; that, one hand on hip, one hand on the back of his sister’s head, his cock in her mouth.  The girl relented sucking and James Robert was satisfied at last.

	In the following days—this all happened
	While the house was empty save for Olivia and Lucas—
	He awoke with a startle—he hated that.  For a few minutes he lay still letting his thoughts gather.  Mixed thoughts, terrifying thoughts, ravaged his mind.  Then he thought of Elizabeth and Aimee; their frail naked bodies, naked, pounding their bald beavers together; Aimee desiring to get her cookie crusted by Jim-bob!  Mary Ellen taking all four of her brothers on—well three at one time filled his mind, too.
	But it was Olivia who reigned supreme in his memory.  There was something about the woman—something he couldn’t explain.  He arose from the bed and made for the bathroom—most of the morning was gone and noon was nearing.  He peed, washed his face, and (still naked) stumbled down the stairs that emptied into the kitchen.  There was Ms. Nottlaw cleaning the kitchen and preparing the evening meal.  All the kids were at school.
	Olivia was humming/singing, unaware of her naked guest.
	Lucas masturbated—slowly.  She was a woman—in her early forties.  Usually his fare was girls like Elizabeth.  What attraction there was for Olivia he just couldn’t fathom.  She was, though, a good fuck.  So there’s that.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	“Well,” said Olivia brightening up, smiling, and seemingly unaffected by Lucas’ minding technique, “look at what the cat woke up!”
	Funny, she didn’t seem to mind him being naked!
	Slowly he came running his fingers thru his thick mop of hair still in the process of waking up.
	“You always go around in your Birthday Suit?” she asked offhandedly.
	Lucas grew sheepish, grinned; then, as he stood stark naked (in his Birthday Suit) got wood.  Olivia, a strong willed Baptist woman, eyed the growing bone.  She closed her eyes, clenched her fists, then averted her eyes elsewhere—but ultimately fell back to Lucas’ cock.
	Once more, ‘take off your clothes!’ he minded more strongly.
	She didn’t move and seemed to be locked in place.
	Lucas paused—was something amiss?  He moved into the kitchen; checking the doors before coming right up to the “strong willed Baptist woman.”
	‘take OFF your CLOTHES!’ minded with a little more umph.
	Olivia paused a moment longer before slipping off her 1930’s style dress.
	Lucas sighed.  His cock grew intensely harder—somehow the woman was striking to him.  Better than any ten year old!  Off came the bra, the slip, then finally the womanly panties.  It just didn’t matter that she was a woman in her 40s.  Not at all.  She wasn’t “dynamite”, a starlet,  a young adult woman, a teenager but there was just something about her that got Lucas’ schlong excited.
	Once she was free of her clothes—they embraced.
	There was kissing followed by heavy petting—groping, fingering, fondling.
	Then, right on the family table (which was a long picnic table) the naughty business took place.  Lucas fingered Olivia’s cunt—finger-finger-finger!  Foreplay took a backseat to “get it in!” and fuck.  
	His cock surged with great pleasure; Olivia’s pussy like a snake swallowing its prey took in the invading teen’s prong—hungrily.  Lucas as expertly as he could entered the womanly cunt and began pumping.  Olivia sat cockeyed on the table; one leg hiked up a bit while Lucas was on his knees on the picnic bench.  Olivia clutched the young teen stud; her womanly body quivered, perspired, and had deep unnatural sexual desires.  
	It wasn’t his first time fucking the Baptist woman—nor would it be the last.
	It was a good fuck.  With the illicitness, the immorality, the illegalness; the fact that he was a stranger, a guest, a teenager—she was a widow woman, a woman, a mother of several—all cumulated to an outrageous fuck fest on the family kitchen table!
	He came once—Olivia more than that.
	She clawed his back and was a dynamo!  She craved sex!  She craved getting boned—she was a religious woman; she knew Right from Wrong—but it didn’t matter.  She was a woman with needs and though she had four handsome boys (well, three at least) she was not that backwoods enough to submit to those other unnatural desires to satiate her urges.  She needed dick, CRAVED dick—but would not step over the boundary that was incest to curb her needs.
	Lucas satisfied her needs along with his own.
	Then, after a rambunctious fuck on the table—
	Olivia came multiple times to Lucas’ two at least and quite possibly three times in one throw!  She lay heaving on the table; glossy eyes, stiff nipples, leaking cunny, sweating body.  In just a couple of hours and the kids would be coming home.  Lucas was more than exhausted but still amazingly horny.
	It took a little doing—his mind was too taxed to mind anything to her for her to perform or follow thru so he had to roll her over himself.  Then, after patting her ass he spanked it.  First with his hand—then the handy and dandy skillet from the stove.  The skillet was slightly warm so it intensified the spank and revitalized Lucas’ aching-aching schlong.
	Olivia had never-ever been sodomized.
	First time for everything!

	Couple of days later and Lucas made his way to the little country school.  There he found eldest Nottlaw enjoying extracurricular activities—taking a backwoods country exam sharpening his own personal Number One pencil to Ms. Rhetchuh ‘s Number One hole.
	The class was closed, door closed, paper in the small window saying TESTING IN PROGRESS  DO NOT DISTURB.  The rest of the Nottlaw children had gone on home; Jonny was with his pants and underwear down and thoroughly putting it to his favorite teacher, Ms. Rhetchuh’s pussy.  Ms. Elma Rhetchuh was naked, her clothes scattered on the desk and floor—she was a woman in her 40s, reddish blond hair, very friendly (very) and well educated.  She could be teaching at a university but chose to teach in the backwoods country instead.
	Jonny was doing her well and apparently, Ms. Rhetchuh liked it—
	“Oh!  OH!  OOOOOOH!” she called out.  She sat on the desk, leaned back sometimes, clung to her prized student who wrote fantastic poems and short stories, and quivered all over as his mighty backwoods country cock fucked her brains out.
	‘turn her around.’ Lucas minded to Jonathan.
	Whether or not the eighteen year potential Pulitzer Prize winner got the minded message or not wasn’t clear but after creaming off into his teacher’s cunt he rested a moment then turned the woman over and loved on her ass.  His cock was still thick and mostly hard—and dripped strands and strands of sperm.  Lightly he rubbed his hands and cock all over the woman not-so-tan ass.
	‘SPANK HER!’
	And Jonathan did!
	Ms. Rhetchuh didn’t seem to mind; she snaked a hand under her body as she was pinned against her desk and frigged herself.  Jonny-boy spanked her ass until it was bright red—then parted the cheeks and guided his backdoor country cock into her backdoor country ass.

And finally there’s this—
	James Robert, Elizabeth, and Aimee  were making their way along to a secluded spot in the woods where there was a small pond just right for swimming.  Skinny dipping type swimming.  James Robert was not bashful and as soon as they were at the pond he shed his clothes and barrel dived into the pond.  His sister, Elizabeth slipped off her clothing thinking nothing of it and followed suit with bashful Aimee (who had the hots for James Robert) was last.
	Lucas had to do nothing regarding his EMAD-like minding powers.  Amie was way cute, bashful, shy, but lightened up enough to be somewhat herself as the three swam about butt bare assed naked.
	A few laps around and down to the bottom of the ten foot deep pond and James Robert came out to rest on the bank.  The pond was deep in the woods and warmed nicely by the summer sun.  The boy was lanky, a little taller than most youths in his twelve year old age group—and had a nice piece of dick meat!

	Amie eyed that dick meat as Jim-bob lay out exposing himself; Elizabeth swum about a little more than came out of the pond, looked around for security’s sake—then crawled right onto her brother!  Amie watched in utter awe as the naked lily white Elizabeth grinded her virtually hairless cunt onto her brother’s love tool.
	What a view!
	The unseen was poised on the other side of the pond and had as excellent view as did Amie who still resided in the pond.  Elizabeth’s legs straddled her lanky brother’s waist, her pussy sliding up and down the boy’s gangly hardened cock.  Then—THEN she expertly guided that gangly backwoods country cock into her pussy.
	Amie’s mouth hung open; her beautiful blue eyes brightening all the more.
	‘get up closer!’ urged Lucas.
	And Amie did!
	There was a bit of a slanted bank; Amie slithered up right between Jim-bob’s legs and was virtually eye-to-eye with the business that was sex!  Her young mouth hung open and Lucas hardly had to further encourage her—or the two incestuous lovers!  Elizabeth humped a good hump but raised up allowing her brother’s dong to slip out.
	She lay off to one side of her brother masturbating him—and herself!
	‘go on,’ he minded strongly, ‘suck it!’
	And she did!
	She made a face but went fully down on the prong followed by sucking his balls (as per coercion by the Unseen Voice!)  Afterwards, she moved up settling down on Jim-bob’s face where she wiggled and giggled as the young boy licked out her cunny.
	Elizabeth watched and egged them on all the while fingering herself.  Then she went down to suck on her brother’s tool finally driving the Unseen Voice to come join in.  He could hold off no longer and had Elizabeth suck him while he ogled Amie’s ass as it wiggled on her brother’s face.
	Soon and Amie was busy with taking Jim-bob’s cock into her pussy.
	Jim-bob had only gone a few strokes into her cunny when his cock “went off.”  It still maintained erect, though; he kept pumping, hands on her hips. Driving the train to the depot.  Lucas got his cock slobbered on (by Elizabeth) before he slid his prong into Amie’s ass.  The girl was pushed down onto the ultra horny Jim-bob—his cock still in her cunt.  Lucas found great effort in penetrating the girl’s virgin pooper (but he did, at length) manage.
	Then he butt boned Elizabeth.

	Then he butt boned Jim-bob!  He did!  The boy was just laying there, all naked and semi-handsome.  It wasn’t that Lucas considered himself “gay” but it was “just one of those things.”  Amie sat on the boy’s face holding one of his legs back while his sister held the other leg.  Then, Lucas entered Jim-bob’s hole and thoroughly fucked him.
	There was a fleeting moment of thought of being sodomized himself—by some big slimy green creature!  Oh!

*

@#$%&--gleep!
	 “Silly humankins—bleep!  They think they’ve been given something—cleep—for nothing! Dleep!”  Flurb the Operations Officer chuckled as he swirled his goblet of olosqueak.
	“Me thinks it is time—dleep—for us to begin our other purpose—eleep—for them.  Fleep!”
	“Payment—gleep—is now due!  Kleep!” giggled Glurp the Elder.
	“We should—mleep—consider other purposes for these—nleep—humankins.  Pleep!”
	“What do you mean—vleep—mighty Mlurb?  Xleep!”
	“Well,” drawled the Mighty Mlurb, “our planet—gleep—, as you know, has suffered greatly with those—fleep—pesky Ikmors.  Kleep!”
	Slurb, the Engineer, furrowed his brows, nodded thoughtfully, slurped down his olosqueak and released stench.  “Indeed, Mighty Mlurb—gleep—for what our these humankins for—fleep—if not for our purposes?  Mleep!”
	“I think—cleep—it was the purpose of one of many—bleep—Alurb the Klarnac created these bipeds.  Nleep!” spoke Blurb the Navigator.
	“They have ruined our home planet—cleep—,” cried out Glurb, “I should—gleep—hate to think what—fleep—they would do—mleep—to our other homeworld!  Pleep!”
	“Settle down, Glurb—fleep—Slurb here has invented—mleep—a new manner of—bleep—controlling these disgusting humankins.  Gleep!”
	“Really!?” said an astonished Mlurb the Mighty, “Please share.  Bleep!”
	“Our Engineer—gleep—has been hard at work with our—bleep—robototrons and androidodos.  Dleep!”
	All eyes of the alien spaceship Omorturb crew turned to Slurb, the Engineer.
	Slurb the Engineer swelled his massive greenish bulk saying, “Yes—bleep—gleep—the robototrons and androidodos have come along—nleep—well enough to maintain the humankin populace.  Gleep!”
	Mlurb the Mighty thought thoughtfully—
	“Soooo,” gleep! “if I am to understand you correctly—cleep—we can transfer the humankin from our home world—eleep—to Tlurb?  Fleep!”
	“Yes, Mighty Mlurb—gleep—the humankin experiment can—kleep—transfer the entire populace—fleep—to restore that planet to optimum—presence!  Eleep!”
	Mlurb the Mighty sat back in his huge chair—still thinking deeply.
	“Well,” he said at length, “I—nleep—would not think—pleep—that THAT particular planet—cleep—would need to be rebuilt to—xleep—OPTIMUM conditions.  Dleep!”
	Flurb the Operations Officer nodded, “You are correct—kleep—Mighty Mlurb!”
	Glurb the Elder chuckled, “Yes!  Tlurb is only for the humankins—kleep—what do we care—cleep—how well they rebuild it?  Gleep!”
	“Yes!  Dleep!  The humankins have shown—vleep—that they are incapable—eleep—of maintaining a homeworld worthy of—nleep—living well.”
	Blurb the Navigator nodded to Slurb, “Yes!  Gleep!  The humankins can rebuild Tlurb—mleep—just enough to sustain them!”
	“AFTER!  Mleep!  They have—cleep—rebuilt THIS planet!  Kleep!” said angrily Flurb.
	“I disagree,” said Glurb the Elder, “the humankin experiment is—kleep—in my opinion—dleep—a failure.” He seemed sad and drank his olosqueak in one glup.
	“Glurb is right,” spoke up Slurb, “the humankins have shown that they cannot maintain—xleep—a world worthy—eleep—of our own species!  Gleep!”
	“To continue—kleep—allowing the failure of Alurb to continue—mleep—would be a failure—nleep—of us!  Fleep!” Blurb said equally angrily and swallowing his olosqueak in one gulp as well.
	Mlurb the Mighty sighed, “Then—bleep—it is decided?  Xleep!”
	Glurb the Elder nodded, “The humankin—cleep—should be herded.  Fleep!”
	“And transferred to Tlurb.  Gleep!”
	“And Slurb’s otrons and dodos—nleep—shall be their keepers!  Pleep!”
	Mlurb the Mighty looked over his small crew, “Mleep!  So say you all?  Kleep!”
	Glurb the Elder nodded and held up a fresh goblet of olosqueak, “Vleep!”
	Slurb the Engineer nodded and held up his goblet, “Vleep!”
	Blurb the Navigator nodded and held up his own goblet, “Vleep!”
	Flurb the Operations Officer nodded and followed suit with his goblet held high, “Vleep!” he said enthusiastically.
	“Then—eleep—it is decided.” Mlurb nodded and the crew of the Omorturb heralded the new decree.  The fate of the human(kins) was sealed. 

*

When you’re on a roll—rock!
	8 Mini Episodes (then the finale!)
	Episode 1—down at the Brickhouse
	In aisle 7 of the brickhouse super-de-dooper department store a cute-cute little brown haired girl stretched up to a shelf just out of reach revealing the top of her pinkish panties and a bit of torso skin that was very tan.  She was very cute—as was her busy mother who one chatted on a cell phone, wrote something off on a grocery check list, and had an itch.
	Not tight jeans did the little girl, Gwendolynn have on; they were kiddie jeans with colorful patches here and there; a short light blue top; short brown hair with heavy bangs; earrings; and was cute as a bug!
	There were a lot of cute-as-a-bug girls Gwen’s age, younger, older, teen, just right, but none were “stretching” up revealing a portion of their torso or the top of their panties.  Ultra horny horndog Lucas T was on the proverbial prowl.  Having recuperated sufficiently with the Nottlaws he ventured to venture onward.  As a finale to their backwoods backcountry hospitality he enjoyed the family one night—as a whole; Olivia was his main concern—his main delight.
	A lot of mind power had to be called up to overwhelm the Nottlaws; and in doing so he found new powers freed up.  Just how it was that he came to have such amazing EMAD-like powers he didn’t know—nor was it a vital concern of his.  All that mattered was having the ability to overpower others—for personal whims.
	After having his way with Olivia in the family room WITH the family present—Lucas had the boys take their turns with her while Elizabeth serviced his aching/smoldering cunt juiced up cock.  No one was clothed.  Jonny-boy took first dibs screwing his Momma right there in front of everyone.  Jason, Ben, Jim-bob had raging boners and were equally willing and eager to do their Momma, too!
	After Jonny had successfully cum off in his Momma’s cunt he went down on sister Mary Ellen and when after Jason had cum off in his Momma’s cunt Jonny was hard enough to fuck Mary Ellen.  Erin sucked on Jason’s schlong as Ben took his turn with his Momma.  Once Jason’s dick was hard it was stuffed into Mary Ellen’s cornhole for a double team fuck.  Elizabeth resided on Lucas’ hard cock; she had sucked-sucked-sucked him well and just after Jonny-boy had cum in his Momma Elizabeth climbed up and settled onto Lucas’ cock.
	James Robert came last.  Mary Ellen and Erin got fucked in all three holes, their faces drenched in brotherly love cream.  Lucas directed Mary Ellen to SIT on her Momma’s face!  He did!  She did!  She then laid down on her Momma licking out the cunt that bore her life.  Jonny-boy took the girl from behind allowing their Momma below to see his musty cum soaked balls.
	Before leaving, Lucas put it to the family that they would continue on with the family love—and to include Amie and Ms. Rhetchuh!  Lucas felt good about his disruption of the family unit and went merrily on his way.
	Now, back to aisle 7—
	New powers abounded—one of which was Invisibility.
	Thing, though, the Invisibility Power was power consuming.  It was one thing to render one’s self invisible but including others was something else again!  It could be done—but there was a time limit.  The invisibility power came by way of simply warping the air around the User/Subject—in this case, Lucas, Gwendolynn, and her mother, Andrea.
	Then, kinda quick-like, Lucas got Gwen’s pants down—followed by her underwear.  His hands went to her delightful little kiddie butt and there did smooth and caress the cheeks, delve in between the cheeks, and get all kinds of happy all over.  A delightful girl!  Her big bright eyes stared straight ahead—time, though, was against Lucas T so he had to stop admiring the child and get down to business—which was molesting!
	Finger-finger-finger!  No matter if it was his first time fingering a girl’s pussy or the last girl it still gave him immeasurable pleasure throughout his body.  His toes curled and hair tingled!  Lifting the child’s shirt he sucked on her little nipples before latching onto her mouth sucking her face.
	Keenly aware of time, Lucas laid the girl on the floor, opened her legs and transferred his mouth to her young cunny.  Munch-munch-munch!  His desire to fuck the little girl increased exponentially.  Absolute penetration wasn’t possible—well, it was but Lucas held onto some monochrome amount of morals.  So far.  He did, though, lay his cock against her cunny and hump like he was on fire!
	Time was shrinking and he had a long way to go.  His desires were turning unnatural—but becoming visible in a semi packed department store just wouldn’t do—all those security camera focusing on his person!  OH!
	So, quickly with time ticking down to where he and they would be visible for all to see he dressed the little girl and scooted to the end of the aisle—just in time.  He felt the power of Invisibility leave him leaving him a little dizzy.
	Gwendolynn vomited causing her Mom—who also looked about ready to heave-ho to leave the premises.  Lucas followed.  Lucas followed them out of the store to their family van!  To explain his feelings—he couldn’t.  There was some strange nuance to his being that he didn’t understand—and possibly didn’t want to.
	Once Gwendolynn and her mother were inside the old style cumbersome boxy heavy family van—ZAP!  Lucas extended his desires once more (but without the use of invisibility—it wasn’t needed.)
	Then, once more without the boldness of doing something so naughty and brazen inside a packed department store, he got Gwendolynn naked.
	The feeling he had had earlier about NOT penetrating the young girl due to her young age—no longer valid.  He applied his tongue to her bald pussy and licked happily until his cock was ready to bust.  A little fingering and then his naked cock lay against the child’s cunt.  With his eyes closed he moved into a serene realm he was only vaguely aware.  There were no memories of his family, friends, former life.  A vast meadow of swaying grasses flanked by forests was all that he could come up with.
	Looking down to the little seven year old and he saw her as an angel; such a smile!  Those dazzling eyes of blue!  She didn’t seem to be as young as he thought so penetrating her was ok.  His hips moved and sweat began to drench him as into the girl’s sex his teenage cock made its way.
	Gwendolynn screwed up her sweet face; she yelped as her cunny defense was broken—then her sweet face was one of pure astonishment as inch by inch she was invaded.  Clenching her fist to the thin carpet the little wonder was in awe at what was happening to her.
	Doing that what was happening to her Lucas cared less a fuck about her age.  All that mattered was overpowering her mind—and then her body.  His invasion was not dramatic in the way that most molesters or even rapists perform their assault; but by the same token he was not all that gentle, either.

*

Obsession; it’s an obsession
	The Nottlaw’s were still on his mind when he saw his next Target.  She wasn’t terrifically pretty but was pretty to look at nonetheless.  She had braces and glasses;  smallish form, average height and weight (for her age group—which was twelve) and just something about her that made her a Target.
	She had recently been in the news:  twelve year old fends off a bear!
	She and her dad lived in the nearby mountains and one night a bear that had been seen in the community there came right up to her house and tried to break in!  Daddy was at work and Amelia was home alone.  With a baseball bat she whacked the bear on the nose as he stuck his big furry head in thru the window above the kitchen sink.  The bear took off and Amelia had a story to tell!
	Gwendolynn was still on his mind, too.
	Amelia had a nice butt.  A nice smile—even with those braces!  Small black framed glasses; a small body frame with small developing breasts.  As she and Lucas were in a convenience store getting a slushed slushy—she farted.  It was instant panic mode as the girl knew the guy beside her heard it.
	‘go outside.’
	Amelia paused a moment, made a face, forgot about her slushy and went outside as minded to.  Lucas got her slushy, his slushy, paid for the purchase and went outside following the girl.
	‘go to the van.’
	Amelia ventured to the van—yep, the same van of Gwendolynn and Andrea.
	Gwendolynn and her mother, Andrea, were still inside!
	It had only been a few hours since he had had his way with Gwendolynn.  What his finale plans for them were—unknown.  He had had his way with Gwendolynn, rested a bit, fooled with the naked girl a little more than undressed her mother and had his way with her, too.  What a guy!
	Amelia went around the van that was parked not on the parking lot spaces in front of the convenience store but at the curb—conveniently just out of sight of the security cameras.  Security, though, was not really on Lucas’ mind.  Amelia was on his mind and as soon as she was inside the van he had her lay down.  Naked Gwen and her mom were still mindless (and naked!) in the back of the van.  Lucas went right to fingering Amelia, pawing her breasts, looking her over good before sliding into the driver’s seat and going off somewhere else more secure.

Somewhere else more secure
	The image of Jonny-boy, Jason, Ben, and James Robert taking turns sinking their bones into their Momma’s cunt just wouldn’t leave Lucas’ mind.  And after each boy filled his Momma’s cunt with his incestuous cream—Mary Ellen, Erin, Elizabeth, and usually if Amie was there, would LICK the shaven momma cunt clean!
	It was an awesome scene to behold and Lucas beheld it!  It was his favorite scene of the Nottlaws—all naked and all engaging immorally, illicitly, and incestuously.  Then, as a topper, the girls would settle one after the other onto their Momma’s face to be licked out while a brother took a turn fucking her asshole.  Then, after the brother had fucked the sisterly asshole—Momma Olivia beneath would lick the daughterly asshole clean!
	The image gave Lucas quite the hard-on (me too!)
	Parked at a serene park in the middle of the city, with the a/c going strong, Amelia’s pants were lowered—just to her ankles.  The naked Gwendolynn lay out on the carpeted floor totally-totally mindless.  Lucas’ couldn’t believe he had had his way with her.  She was so young!  He wanted to do her again!  He wanted to jack off onto her face—like Jonny-boy and his brothers did to their sisters and Momma.  But first!  Amelia—
	Amelia Asspringer.  She was twelve.  Braces, glasses, small breasts.  She was pretty cute despite the braces and glasses; Lucas took his time working her not-so-tight jeans down to just her ankles.  Green tinted panties greeted him.
	He stared and stared, then stripped off all of his own clothes before raising Amelia’s legs having her hold her legs back at the knees.  He found staring at the girl’s body in this manner intriguing.  He looked to Gwendolynn, her mother, then to Amelia.  His cock ached.  She was a pretty girl—Amelia, as was Gwen.  A long minute there was before Lucas moved—going down to Amelia’s crotch licking her pussy out thru the green undies before nipping the crotch with his teeth and pulling the garment up her legs.
	She was a virgin.
	Was.
	Lucas licked her virgin cunny, licked her asshole, then began fingering her cunny and asshole to the point whereas he pulled her pants and panties off and dived his cock into the girl’s sex for a gracious out and out fuck.
	Amelia made a cry; arched her back and twisted—she was mostly aware of what was happening to her but a powerful unknown force kept her from reacting as she should.  Lucas drove his fuck stick into the recesses of her sex pumping hard disrupting her virgin status and life.
	He was gentle in the beginning thrusts but future thrusts—no.  It was a dramatic pounding to achieve the ultimate goal—ultimate satisfaction.  Fucking was an addiction—like with drugs.  Seeking the ultimate orgasm was akin to the seeking of the ultimate high.  
	After cumming—he settled down.  Somewhat.  Laying between Gwen and Amelia he fingered them both—mostly Amelia.  His cock ache.  Turning onto his side he finished undressing the girl—removing her blue plaid shirt and blue tinted bra.  A nice set of very early breasts greeted him; he mouthed both breasts all the while continuing to finger the devirginized pussy.
	 Amelia had a nice body—for being merely twelve—it was a nice—NICE body!  Lucas felt privileged!  She wasn’t a hottie, not a cheerleader, but she had a nice body regardless.  Lucas sucked on her developing developments; loved on her freshly broken in cunny, fingered Gwen until his cock was hard-hard-rock fucking ball busting hard.
	Then Amelia got fucked again.

*

Curricular activities—extra!
	What his exact thoughts were (concerning Amelia) were unknown—but it was safe to say he was enamored with her.  She was quite young but that didn’t seem to matter.  She had such a nice body!  Fingering her was delicious!  An immeasurable amount of terrific feelings seethed through him prompting him to lick the young girl’s cunny until he was ready to bust!
	Then he licked on Gwendolynn until he was bursting—and cum was dripping from his piss slit.  He laid on the younger girl grinding his aching cum squirter against her non-virgin pussy.  Raising her legs up against his smooth chest he once more penetrated the young pussy neverminding her age—it didn’t matter.
	Like before, Gwen screwed up her sweet little face.  Lucas didn’t care.  He could almost get all the way into her!  She was way cute—way better being naked!  Lucas seemed locked on making full penetration.  A new feeling was surging thru him; diabolical?  His nature had usually been one of gentleness with the pursuit of sexual conquest running parallel.  But that had been in his previous life.  In his new life—fully equipped with EMAD-like powers his nature had changed.
	Only when Gwen began to cry did he stop.
	A sign of morality?
	Pulling out of the seven year old’s cunt he humped the gash until soiling her midriff area—as well as shooting a strand of sperm up her chest to her chin!  The release was not as remarkable as it would have been IN her pussy.  Oh well.  He cupped her ass, fingered her pussy, fingered her asshole, admired her for a bit then moved back to Amelia…

	The day lagged on; there was a stop at a drive-in to get sustenance; then, afterwards—drove his bone into Amelia’s asshole.  He fondled her beginner’s breasts, fingered her pussy, and thrusted his fuck pole into her dirt chute.  His mind was a blur of past images he didn’t understand.  The Nottlaws were foremost prevalent but there were other images, too.  Frightening images.
	After butt humping,
	Gotta potty!
	The bathroom at the drive-in was locked.
	So was the one at the gas station.
	Then, there was the middle school—THEY’VE got bathrooms!
	He found three girls in THEIR bathroom—smoking ciggys; one girl was smoking a joint offering it to the others.  School session was over; just the extra curricular activities like sports and detention was going on.  
	Dana and Karly, not yet thirteen, smoked prime cigarettes stolen from their parents’ purse.  Lucy was the one who smoked the joint, a big fat doobie she offered to her friends.  Like Dana and Karly, Lucy had stolen the doob but not from her Mom’s purse but from her brother’s backpack.  He was in high school and “getting high” was a part of being in high school.
	Dana wore jeans; not too tight—but not too loose, either.
	Karly wore a short summery dress.
	Lucy wore mid-thigh walking shorts.
	‘take your clothes off!’
	Karly was directed to take her panties down; Lucy pulled her light blue walking shorts down and to stand simply in her red polka dotted panties.  Dana pulled her not-too-tight jeans down revealing the fact that she had NO PANTIES on!  Lucas, unfortunately, didn’t have (or realize that) Q&A.  He admired the girls as they stood partly dressed (and partly high.)
	Moving up to Karly first, Lucas caressed the girl’s bare ass.  All three girls were twelve—the ripe right perfect age!  Dana had the biggest titties of the three; the longest hair belonged to Lucy whose blond hair went almost to her butt!  After a lot of ass grabbing, Lucas pushed his pants down (no undies, either!) and pressed his cock against the girl’s belly.  Due to size difference horizontally speaking—rubbing his cock against her belly was all he could do.
	But much more was desired.
	Soooo,
	In the dim light dingy slightly pungent bathroom he laid the girl down.
	Karly lay still and motionless; completely under the “spell” of Lucas’ minding prowess.  He removed her bra (after her dress was removed) then went down onto her pussy mouthing it.  He was ready to fuck but held off while he noshed at the Y.
	It was a sweet pussy; a little musty but smelled strangely of—oranges?
	Just a slight covering of pubes and a virgin pussy did Karly have.  Lucas semi roughly jabbed his finger into her asshole—equally virginal.  By then his cock was screaming—and still had he yet to go potty!  Priorities!  The girl made a face, her nipples got hard, she seemed curious and possibly curiously aware of being fucked.  Lucas slowly inserted his cock into her virgin cunt—finding slight resistance that with one dramatic thrust was resisting no more.
	Suddenly, right as he was about to cum the bathroom door opened!
	Oh!
	Two girls entered.
	Lucas shot a look over his shoulder then shot out his hand—a strand of slime shot out from his outstretched hand pinning the girls to the wall.  The girls were immobilized (and silenced).  Lucas then went on to finish with Karly.
	Dana was not a virgin.
	Lucy was.
	Dana had the biggest titties and to those Lucas sucked and sucked, nipped the nipples and not only creamed the girl’s non-virgin cunny but peed in it, too!  He lay floundering on the girl’s bathroom floor on the girl, Dana Fiveminutes for about five minutes.  He was close to being totally-like totally exhausted.
	But he had enough for Lucy Deucetime.
	Not much; he enjoyed her smallish titty offering and to get his shagged out cock stimulated he had to spank the girl’s ass.  He liked doing that—a lot!
	The girls slimed against the wall were released—Lucas stood (nakedly) before them eyeing them.  They were a year older than Dana, Lucy, and Karly.  He didn’t know how he did it but he removed the slime sucking the greenish goo back into himself.  Then—THEN he had the girls undress and suck his dick one after the other.  At this point—something new was happening to Lucas.  He didn’t know what, why, or how—he couldn’t even define what it was that was happening.
	After the two girls had sucked his dick back to hardness he fucked them, spanked, them face fucked them, and made them 69.  The girl on top, Jessica Shamowow, was spanked bare handed—and then with his cock before sliding into her asshole.
	He then collected his clothes and dressed.  The girls, now five of them, remained naked and mindless.  Lucas washed his face, washed his dick; then left the girls as they were—naked, covered in pee and cum.  When they came around—after Lucas’ departure, they were more than confused and horrified.  They had become the latest victims of some fuckwad with a minding machine.

Oh!  Those curricular activities!
	Although overnight parking in a public park was not permissible—so sayeth the sign at the entrance to the city’s central park, Lucas parked there anyways—way in the back where it was nice and dark.  A canal ran thru the middle of the park, lots of ducks and frogs made noise thru the night—noise also came from Lucas’ van (Gwen’s mom, Andrea’s van.)
	The noise was, of course, spanking and serious fucking.
	The spankings weren’t too hard—but hard enough to turn the skin a bright brilliant red.  Little Gwen received the most spanking, Andrea received some spanking, too.  Amelia he enjoyed spanking some but mostly sliding his aching cock into her cunny.  He got her to lay on top of him and fuck him for the Reverse Missionary position.  It took some doing but he managed to butt fuck her while she pressed her mouth down onto Gwen’s cunt.
	In retrospect he wished he would have taken the girls from the bathroom—all five of them!  Sleep came sometime after midnight.  The mind lock on the passengers lasted thru the morning but laxed in the wee hours just after sunrise.  Lucas slept right on until he heard a gasp—Andrea had come mostly aware but was too shocked to realize the fullness of her dilemma.
	This gave Lucas time enough to re-zap her mind.
	Gwen and Andrea required a little more zapping; then a little more spanking before greeting the day.  Totally was he enamored with the girls, Gwen especially.  Running his hands up and down her young little body just thrilled him to pieces!  Spanking her, fingering her, humping against her young cunny—all thrilled him beyond compare.
	There was a bustle of activity at the school he had been to the day before so Lucas passed on that one.  He got sustenance at a fast food restaurant and continued on with his day arriving at another school—when once more he had to go potty.
	Being a teen-teenager on a middle school campus would certainly raise eyebrows of the roving security—so, ‘let’s be invisible!’ he said as he got out of the van and assessed the school grounds.  Then, checking the side mirror to ensure that he was no longer visible to sight, walked onto the school grounds following some young girls forgetting about his potty needs and going after his sexual need.
	The girls, three eleven year olds, enticed him with their young bodies, bouncy hair, tight butts.  All three wore jeans.  All three had great potential.  They entered into a gymnasium where there was an over abundance of young “potentials”.  All were dressed either in gym clothes or various styles of tights as they performed various gymnastic routines.  Eleven to fourteen year old girls.
	Lucas thought he was going to explode.
	He did explode when he made way into the gym’s locker room where various aged girls were in various stages of undress.  Naked, in their undies; putting undies on, taking undies off.  There were shy girls, bold girls, and girls that caused Lucas to cum in his pants.
	And there were too many girls.
	He had to get out.
	It was overload and just too much for him to handle.
	It was, however, a dream cum true, though.

	When he had come unto the campus he had thought it to be a little before noon o’clock.  A few minutes had he spent in the gym and locker; then, after peeing in the girls’ shower (and pressing himself against a nice ripe fourteen year old AND boning her right there and then) he had moved on.
	He felt panicky.
	In the shower, the girl he boned had been alone.  She was not overly fantastically pretty—but she was naked.  That was a plus.  At fourteen she had a nice set of titties of which Lucas enjoyed immensely.  Then, pressing her backside against the wall of the semi secluded shower he stuffed her fuck box with his fuck stick and had his way.
	OH!  His cock was aching!
	He had no idea if the girl was a virgin or not—probably not.  He didn’t care, either.  There were still those new feelings raging—ravaging his body (and mind.)  He found a young girl sitting on the blue plastic bench in front of her locker; she was tying her shoes with one leg cocked up.  She wore a short-short pleated skirt revealing a nice crotch shot.  She was blond and small for her age of eleven.
	Lucas felt torn—he was in some sort of odd panic mode and felt the need to scurry on somewhere else.  Antsy.  But, Stephanie was too much to ignore.  So he didn’t.
	‘lay down.’ he told the girl via his unique minding abilities.  Having “unique minding abilities” definitely thwarted the latest EMAD detectors and preventors—Lucas’ EMAD powers were a part of him, in his mind—no mechanical device to be detected!
	Moving his hand up and down the little girl’s legs he thought he would fly into orbit.  The sensations he was having were mind blowing!  After a couple of Ups and Downs her legs he moved the short-short skirt up.  She had on a pair of basic white undies; Lucas fingered her, hooked the undies at the crotch then pulled the garment down her legs—then off.
	She wasn’t quite eleven years old—a few months off.  Peach fuzz covered the girl’s poon, Lucas smiled and felt his face breaking because of it.  There was a hell of an ache stemming not only from his cock but all over.  Down he went to the girl’s poon licking her out to beat all!  His tongue drove nicely into her cunny and soon he had to shuck his jeans and mount the child.
	Did he black out?
	Time was virtually meaningless to him—the next thing he knew he was in a hallway with only a fleeting memory of molesting Stephanie.  He wasn’t sure what was happening to him—if anything.  There was a little dizziness to contend with; he felt sick so he leaned against a wall catching himself.
	This allowed him privy to this next segment—

What to do when failure isn’t an option
	The sum of all things is all things are the sum of!
	Deanna Dongsong had a problem—she was failing midgrade math.  In History of the US she was making solid “B’s”.  She wrote poetry and was a good speller garnering her high “B’s” and “A’s”.  She made “C’s” in Science.  Low grades for Math.  Low-low grades.  So low that at crunch time when final grades were turned in to the office for the semester’s final grade and ye the entire year—Deanna Dongsong was in serious trouble.
	It wouldn’t be so bad; there was at least one option available to her—summer school.  She didn’t think it would be too bad and she probably wouldn’t be alone—but most of her friends wouldn’t be there.  Unfortunately, there was this slight little hang-up of Summer Vacation.  Her parents had plans for the summer—right when Summer School was in session.
	She needed another option.
	Math teacher, Mr. Grassnod offered such.

	Deanna wasn’t a bad looking girl; a tomboy she was.  She wore small glasses with blue frames—her favorite color.  Her hair was light brown and she liked it in a long single loose pony tail.  No dresses for this girl unless a special occasion warranted.
	At twelve years young, Deanna had a decent body; soft supple breasts equaling her soft supple body overall.  She had a nice shape and form going into her early teen years.
	“Miss Dongsong,” said Mr. Grassnod, “I’d like to see you after class.” He said it gently as he handed back recent test papers.  A big red “D” was on her paper.  Deanna sweated.  She didn’t perspire—she sweated.  Her asshole clenched and all she could think of was going to summer school and the disappointment of her parents.  In English, if you were failing or in need of a better grade you simply wrote extra credit stuff.  In History, the same.  In Science—a little harder but you cut up a frog or made some sort of lame diorama.  But in math?  You had to do well on quizzes and tests and show you understood the basic fundamentals of middle school mathematics.
	Deanna Dongsong didn’t.
	As usual, the class went over the test—that still didn’t help with clarity for Deanna.  Mr. Grassnod was a nice man; he wore sports jackets with tee-shirts and jeans; brown was his favorite color.  He seldom wore dress shoes, usually tennis shoes.  He had long brown hair, a ‘70s type style Deanna was unfamiliar with—just to his shoulders.  A diamond earring could be seen sometimes, too.  He was in his thirties and not married.
	Deanna thought the class would never end.  She knew what was coming,
	“Ms. Dongsong, you’re failing this class; you’re options are limited—summer school.”  No other options were available.  She had gone to extra classes telling her folks that she was in baseball practice.  She had tried and tried but had just simply not gotten past the basics of math basics.  She was doomed.
	After the class had filed out—Deanna slowly made her way to Mr. Grassnod’s desk.  She felt ill.  A big lump formed in her stomach and she wanted to flee—quickly.
	At the desk, Mr. Grassnod tapped his pen against the grade book.  The Decider of her future.  He nodded and made this facial expression expressing one of curious delight and smugness.  Deanna liked the man, he wasn’t crass, rude, or even an asshole like Mr. Herblime—the science teacher.
	“What are we going to do about this?” he asked.  A rather stupid question Deanna thought.  Her ass was grass, there were no options.  None.  So she thought.
	Deanna shrugged saying “I-I guess I’m doomed.”
	“Not necessarily.” Almost smiled Mr. Grassnod.
	“Summer school?” Deanna squeaked.
	Mr. Grassnod nodded, “Looks like.”
	Deanna winced.  “My parents are gonna kill me!”
	Rarely did any parent KILL their child for failing a class.
	“Plans for the summer?”
	Deanna nodded.  She looked as forlorn as possible.  It was hopeless; all semester she had managed to elude to her parents that she was doing “just fine” in math.  Crunch time had come and there were no “make-up” tests in the world that would help her out now.  The proverbial “Law of Averages” were against her.
	Grounded and yelled at would be one thing—the disappointment in her parents’ face would be something else to deal with.  She had out and lied and fibbed, scored the bad grades, and went out of her way to ensure her parents that she was doing “just fine” in math.
	Now the summer plans would be altered or just out and out canceled.
	Slowly—slowly—s-l-o-w-l-y she sloughed to the door.
	When at the door,
	“Uh, perhaps there can be something.” Mr. Grassnod said, “Close the door.”
	Deanna didn’t know what he meant—‘perhaps there can be something.’
	She closed the door and not-so-slowly made her way back to the desk—a little glimmer of hope was burgeoning.
	At the desk, Allen Grassnod scooted his wingback chair—and lowered the arm rests.  He made an indication for Deanna to “come around” the desk and to take a more earnest look at her grades.  Her very first test result back in the beginning of the school year was good, high “Cs”.
	Suddenly, Mr. Grassnod’s hand was on her thigh!
	Deanna froze.  She rolled her eyes thinking—‘WTF?’
	“Maybe,” he said, “we can work something “extra” out afterall?”
	What was he saying?  In the back of her mind she KNEW what he was saying AND what he implied.  She wasn’t naïve.  She wasn’t a virgin, either.
	But getting banged by your cousin was different than getting banged by your math teacher.  Way different.  Her asshole clenched again and she didn’t know if she were breathing or not.
	“The first semester grades averaged out to a solid “C”,” he continued, “this semester and unfortunately it’s much worse.”
	Deanna felt ill, almost faint!
	“I-I’ll do anything.” she had said.  Had said.  Had said or did say?
	Grassnod’s hand went up her thigh to her butt where it lingered barely-barely touching but touching nonetheless.
	Deanna was breathing—hard.  She stared and stared at the green grade book; all the numbers and letters fading.  Was she crying?  No, just petrified.

	Deanna found herself nodding—all she thought of was facing her parents showing them the “F” as a final grade for 6th grade math.  If she were to go on to 7th grade she had to spend most of the summer in summer school.  If she were to spend most of the summer in summer school—no summer vacation.  No FAMILY summer vacation.  And she had no one to blame but herself.
	Grassnod’s hand made small circles on her butt.  She couldn’t help but clench; her breath became labored and a strange feeling began to tingle centralized at her cunny.
	Her cunny.
	Her dear sweet daddy had walked in on her just days earlier while she was fingering herself while laying on her bed.  She was completely naked and seriously “getting after it.”
	For a long moment he stood at the half open door just staring at her.
	Deanna had stopped her friggin’ of herself—too embarrassed and ashamed to move.  She was twelve—it had been a few years since last her daddy had seen her naked.  He hugged her (often) and patted her butt—but not in a sexual perverted or incestuous manner.
	The door slowly closed and that was that.
	For a long while she lay on her bed—her fingers poised at her cunny thinking of Tommy Makeshift, Lonny Gangplank, Terry Longshears—all boys in her class plus a couple of boys in the junior high classes.  She was, though, having occasional sex with her cousin, Henry, who was her age.  He wore a condom most times—a couple of times they risked having sex without protection.  He tried to go up her butt but her hole said NO and his cock wasn’t hard enough.  She DID suck him—didn’t like it and didn’t suck him again.
	Grassnod was increasing his rub; a finger slipped down between her legs to try and excite her there—but the seam of the jeans kind of dissuaded that venture.  Deanna pursed her lips tightly—what was going to happen?  Her mind just couldn’t fathom.
	Then her left eye caught the man’s left hand fondling himself.  It wasn’t an itch, either, he was trying to satisfy.  Sweat droplets formed on her forehead, she felt a tingling in her hair, and struggled to keep her mind active.
	“Janitors will be bothering us soon,” Mr. Grassnod said, “perhaps we can continue in my office?”
	Deanna knew what would happen “in his office.”  OMG!  She gulped and tried to think of an alternative.  There were none.
	“If-if we go to your office,” she almost wined, “w-what—what—”
	“If we go to my office,” said the math teacher, former teacher of the year, “you will leave without having to go to summer school.”
	He’d fix the grade so she wouldn’t be condemned.
	It was like a Death March.  She recalled not-so-fondly the Cherokee Indians on their long Trail of Tears, the condemned men in prisons, the army guys in someplace called Bataan.  She had once had to go to the principal’s office in the fifth grade for shoving another girl during a fight—that had been a long walk, too; the principal scolded her then called her parents.
	At Mr. Grassnod’s office she paused and thought hard about breaking and running away.  But what of it?  She’d still be in trouble for the class failure.  Chewing her lips thoughtfully she closed her eyes as Mr. Grassnod gently pushed her in at the shoulder.
	She sighed and couldn’t believe what she was submitting herself to.
	Would it be so bad?
	Getting banged by her cousin was alright.  The first time they did it was in her family’s garage after midnight.  Henry had worn a condom then.  The second time was without but they were ultra horny.  The first fuck was a little clumsy, hurried, anxious, and slightly painful.
	Several of her girlfriends confessed to having sex with their boyfriends; one was getting it on with her brother!  Yuck!  She also thought, though, most of those girls were lying.
	The door to the private office closed and panic once more filled the young Deanna.  Mr. G sat down in an armless padded chair—and patted his thigh/lap.  It was an obvious indication “come here.”
	She didn’t recall ever really being spanked by her parents; just once by her dad when she had acted up at a birthday party.  One swift swat and then she spent the rest of her birthday in her room on her bed sitting up—not moving.  She had been eight years old at the time.  She felt her dad’s wrath when she got scolded and thought for sure she would get smacked.
	Standing at the man’s side—a man not even as old as her daddy, Deanna waited—and she didn’t have to wait long.  Mr. Grassnod’s left hand came to her butt and moved in small circles then down her thigh with fingers going to her crotch area between her legs.  Deanna focused on the standard wall clock on the wall (where else would WALL CLOCK be?)  Grassnod’s right hand began gouging his crotch and then he spoke.
	“Undo your pants.”
	Deanna stopped breathing.  What did he say?  The fullness of what was going to happen to her was beginning to come to her.  She felt ill, a headache was coming on.  Her pussy tingled strangely and she couldn’t rightly think straight.
	Her fingers undone her jeans then unzipped.
	A long moment passed, then—
	“Take your pants down.”
	Deanna felt faint.  OMG!  OMG! OMG OMG!
	Then, a sudden calm—do it and you pass this stupid class.
	Closing her eyes, pursing her lips, she pushed her jeans down to just her knees.  Bikini panties she wore, powder blue.  In September she would be thirteen years young.  Her breasts were of good beginner’s titties size; a good coverage of pubes were concealing her fuckable fucked cunny.  She had had sex with her cousin—five times?  Garage, backyard, her bedroom, under the bleachers at school, at the river.  Six times.  Three time with condom—three times without.
	Grassnod eyed the girl in her powder blue panties—he made some sort of sighing noise, licked his lips; then moved his hand to her butt again.  Deanna was petrified with fear but it was controllable.  It was the fear of the absolute unknown that had her.  Her eyes of brown locked onto the ticking hands of the clock; Mr. G’s hand smoothed over her butt slipping inside her panties at the side.  His hand—his BARE hand was smoothing over her ass!
	OH!
	Algebra 1  Introducing Exponential Functions in Algebra  So You Think You Know Math?   Mathematical Logic  The Sum of All Things caught Deanna’s eyes, she focused on the old books laying haphazardly at the edge of the desk.  There were volumes and volumes of other mathy books in shelves in a three foot wide bookshelf mostly blocking the one window to the office.
	Deanna’s panties were down past her butt!  Then he was urging her to lay down—to lay down across his lap!
	Maybe a spanking—maybe a spanking was all she was going to get.
	Yeah—maybe.
	Not likely, but maybe.
	Once positioned down across Mr. Grassnod’s lap—spanking followed.
	A bit more of smoothing his hand over her pre-teen ass—then spanking.
	Not hard but deliberate enough to make the young nearly teen to jerk.
	“Just relax,” cooed Mr. Grassnod, “I wont hurt you.” Famous last words.
	One smack—two smacks—three smacks—FOUR!
	Deanna twitched and jerked as her ass began inflamed.  Oh the indignity!
	Just as she was close to tears—
	Grassnod slipped his fingers into her crack—touching her butt hole!
	OH!
	It was getting more serious.
	Mr. G’s other hand was busy, too—moving up her backside then around following her not-so-beginner’s bra to the inside cup to fondle her right breast.
	OMG!  OMG! OMG! OMG!  Her breathing increased—maybe telling her parents she was getting an “F” in math and would have to take summer school to improve wouldn’t be so bad.  Would it?

	Too late.
	Mr. Grassnod, at length, stood the near panicky girl up, eyed her pussy, cocked her head as he made an eye-to-cunt determination regarding her virginity; then made a quirky smile as he concluded that she was NOT a virgin.  He sealed that assumption by out and out asking her, “Virgin?”
	At first she nodded indicating that she was.  Then sighed when she knew that HE knew that she was not.  Pursing her lips, closing her eyes, she nodded indicating that she was—not.
	Grassnod nodded, then—
	In a motion she didn’t see he undone his dress jeans and hauled out his cock.  His MAN cock.  It was way bigger than her cousin’s.  Way bigger.  Longer, thicker, and manly.  OMG!  OMG! OMG! OH MY GOD!  Deanna’s eyes were focused right on the man’s schlong.  Then he took her hand gently pulling her down—to her knees.  Once alongside his leg—he waggled his cock.
	“Ever suck one?” he asked boldly.
	Deanna thought she was gonna faint.  She answered truthfully, though—
	“Yes.” But she hadn’t really liked it.
	“Would you suck mine?” He asked lowly.
	There was a little confusion in Deanna’s thoughts—but that goes without saying.  She kind of got that if she DID suck the man’s cock then she was well on her way to passing his class.  She had sucked Henry’s cock—it was nothing like what her girlfriends told:  “It’s like sucking on string cheese!” Caroline had said.
	Daphne remarked that “Suck on a banana—peel on, and it’s the same thing.”
	Other girls made references to carrots, zucchini, anything round—including hot dog wieners.  But all those did not compare to sucking on the real thing.  Deanna didn’t know what the big deal was about sucking a guy’s dick anyhow; or why a guy wanted to be sucked or why a guy wanted to put his boner up a girl’s butt hole!
	She sighed, eyed the one-eye monster, closed her eyes and leaned in.
	Could she put to words the “taste” of the man’s penis?
	No.
	It was slightly the same as cousin Henry—but different, too.  For one, it was bigger.  There was heat emanating from the manly prong; Deanna licked the piss slit and shuddered.  He felt ill—more so than she had earlier.  All this for a passing grade?  She shuddered and put her mouth around the bulbous head feeling the presence of gagging right off.
	Then, then there was a slight pressure to the back of her head—Mr. G was “pushing” her head down!  Fighting back the urge to puke, gag, and cry, Deanna took in the man’s cock head—then a bit of shaft.
	“All the way down—if you can, sweetie.” said Mr. Grassnod. 
	Deanna sputtered—there was no way—NO WAY she was going to take ALL of the man’s cock.  No way.  A little more shaft and the gag reflex began to kick in.  She wasn’t a pro.  She had no idea how other claims who claimed to be avid cocksuckers did it.  She had sucked on packaged string cheese, she had sucked on a bare hot dog—the comparison was severely lacking.
	Finally the pressure to her head was relaxed and Deanna reared back.
	“You gonna be sick?” asked Mr. G.
	Deanna shook her head; but she was sweating and felt very ill.
	“Can you take off your clothes?” he asked in a low calm voice.
	Deanna didn’t think it was possible but her hands were moving removing her blue checkered shirt and then basic white bra.  Mr. Grassnod eyed her developing titties and made a curious smile to the bewildered almost cocksucking cocksucker girl.
	She continued; removing her shoes then pants, then panties.
	There, she was naked.
	Mr. Grassnod took her hand and brought her to him.  He hugged her, patted her butt, then moved her to lay down across his lap again.  By now, her ass had just cooled off from being spanked earlier.  Firstly, he smoothed his hand over the girl’s delicious bum, shoved his fingers into her crack with ONE finger fingering her asshole.  Deanna reacted by jerking and clenching.
	Mr. Grassnod reacted by swiftly swatting her ass cooing, “Just relax.”
	“Relaxing” wasn’t easy—not by a long shot.  What was she doing!?
	Mr. G smacked her ass HARD then wiggled his fingers between her legs touching-touching-touching her ripe ready-to-fuck cunt.
	“Oh my God!” Deanna suddenly uttered aloud.
	Her math teacher said nothing but swatted her ass HARD for her sudden outburst.  Deanna began to sob.  Grassnod fingered-fingered-fingered the girl’s cunny in essence getting her primed (wet) for what was coming.
	What was coming came after the final swat that brought Deanna Dongsong to tears.  “Please stop!” she begged.  And Allen Grassnod did.
	Standing her up caressing her ass as she herself caressed her burning naked ass, the math teacher said calmly, “Well, this has so far gotten you to a “D”.”
	It took a moment before the young Deanna got that.
	“A “D”?  That’s all?” and a “D” wouldn’t be enough to pass his class.
	“If we do a little more—you can get better grades.” What a guy!
	Sobbing, Deanna asked “W-what more do I have to do?”
	Grassnod stood up and pressed himself against the girl; he hugged her, then flopped his cock against her chest—giving Deanna the thought that she had to fully suck his cock.
	But no, not that—
	Helping her up onto his desk he smiled then gently pushed her back to where her shoulders were against the wall.  Then he moved her legs open and as he got on his knees he put her ankles on his shoulders and put his mouth to her cunny.
	It blew her mind.
	She had never heard of THAT sexual move.
	Deanna didn’t know what to think of it.  It was—it was—it was weird.  It creeped her out.  It sort of felt good—sort of.  It sort of felt weird.  Sort of.  The man applied his tongue talently (and expertly) giving the young girl the strangest feelings of her life (so far.)
	She felt like she had to pee!
	Then—
	After much tonguing of her pussy, a finger fingering DEEPLY into her asshole, Mr. Grassnod stood, dropped his pants and underwear, repositioned Deanna, and flopped his cock against her sex.  Deanna was, by this point, kind of oblivious to what was going on.  Her mind was blank; there were no thoughts past, current, or future.
	Allen eased his manhood into the twelve year old’s cunt finding the penetration delightfully snug!  She wasn’t a virgin but her young poon was still very tight.  Of course, Allen’s manhood was something of length and girth.  He took his time; pulling out now and then to gouge the girl’s trench, poke her clenching tight asshole, then delve back into her interior.
	Soon and the seriousness of pumping began and the out and out FUCK took over.  It was all Deanna could do to hang on to the table and endure.  Mr. G fucked with some deliberance sending the young girl into a fit of ecstasy she had never known.  Her mouth hung open and undulated—as did her entire body in odd contortions as she was brought to the brink of sexual bliss.  Allen, too, had crossed over into that realm of extreme pleasure.  He shuddered from head to toe and back again; his masterful prowess erupting into a magnificent array of tingling ah.

	An “A”.  A solid “A”.  No summer school, no disappointed parents.  But still—she had to submit to the whims of Mr. Grassnod.  She felt dirty, unclean, sickened.  But no summer school—no pissed off parents.  It wasn’t all bad, she could have done without the spanking.  She didn’t think about the unprotected sex issue.  And later, that night in bed, she found herself strangely fingering herself—thinking of Mr. G!
	OH!
	Deanna in no way wanted sex with the man again.
	Or did she?
	There was the issue of 7th grade math…

	Anyways, there was another in Mr. Grassnod’s class not doing so well and the prospect of summer school was the only option.  Days after fudging Deanna Dongsong’s grade and Lonnie Nucker was called up to the desk after class.  The usually happy-go-lucky twelve year old knew what was what—grade wise.  Like Deanna, he just didn’t get it.  His dad was a doctor, his mom was in real estate; he had an uncle who was literally a rocket scientist and an aunt who was a brain surgeon!  Somehow the math-smarts gene skipped him and he was failing Mr. G’s class.
	“What are we going to do about this?” Mr. G asked off-handedly.
	Lonnie shrugged.  He was a likeable kid; played most sports well but baseball was his best.  He climbed trees to rescue kitties; was in the paper for his efforts in rallying friends and neighbors to help out the senior center needs; was involved in his school’s events as well community events.
	None of that helped him in sixth grade math.
	“Looks like summer school.” Mr. Grassnod said tapping his pen to the gradebook.  Lonnie look more than forlorn.  He gulped saying lowly, “There goes summer camp.”
	“Well, not necessarily.” drawled Mr. G.
	“Whattya mean?” asked the brown hair kid; he had a very round face, blue eyes, not lanky or dorky like some of the other twelve year olds in the class.
	Grassnod moved up in his seat to a more upright position, rested his head on his left hand while the right hand that had been tapping the grade book dropped down to brush up against Lonnie’s leg.
	Lonnie was focused on the grade book and only became aware of something odd going on when Mr. G’s hand came to rest on his ass.  What the hey!
	“You can miss summer camp,” continued Mr. G, “or we can alter the grades.”
	“A-alter the grades?”
	“For troubled students there’s always an option.” And to put the point across he made a direct circle contact on Lonnie’s ass.  The boy gulped and began to sweat.  He clenched up and a host of thoughts rushed about his mind.  He wasn’t sure what was going on—but it was in the back of his mind shuddering.
	“W-what do I have to do?”
	Grassnod very definitely squeezed the boy’s ass.
	Lonnie got it.  He shrugged saying in almost a whisper—“Ok.”
	“Let’s go to my office!”
	Lonnie licked his lips nervously; Mr. G squeezed a cheek and sent a probing finger down between his legs while cupping his ass.  Lonnie Nucker was in panic mode—but he said semi reluctantly “Ok.”

	Like with Deanna before him, it was a long-long death march.  Mr. G right behind him, guiding him with a gentle hand to his shoulder.  Ass grabbing was one thing—what was next?  The young boy could scarcely breath but let himself be guided into the man’s private office.
	Like with Deanna, trepidation reigned supreme.
	Like with Deanna, Lonnie was laid across Mr. G’s lap.  One swift swat followed by a minute of ass fondling (and gouging between the boy’s legs.)  Then he was stood up and asked, “Would you take your pants down?”
	Lonnie Nucker couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  He stood breathing, eyes rolling, mouth open, mind in uproar.  ‘what did he say!?’
	But then he was undoing his pants and pushing them down.
	Then he was put back across the man’s lap for another swift ass swat.
	The swat wasn’t so bad—he had had worse.  But unlike his father beating him—Mr. Grassnod slipped his fingers inside his tidy-whiteys.  Lonnie’s breath was taken as the man’s fingers moved about his burning flesh.  Then, those roaming fingers cupped his cheek—then—THEN those fingers went to touching his asshole!
	Lonnie gulped.
	Grassnod fingered Lonnie’s pooper then stood the boy up.  He wasn’t emotional but was more confused and slightly concerned which overwhelmed the emotional aspect for the situation.
	“Would you take your underwear down?” Grassnod asked.
	“W-why?” asked timidly Lonnie.
	“Well, to ensure you will get a better grade than the one you have.”
	Lonnie wasn’t sure he understood; but he sighed and pushed his basic white briefs down to his crumpled pants already at his ankles.  The boy blinked his eyes, gulped, sweated, and felt something odd in his stomach.  Mr. Grassnod’s eyes were on Lonnie’s dangling penis.
	“Would you let me play with it?”
	Lonnie was stunned.  He couldn’t think straight—and before he could answer one way or another the man reached out and began tugging on his dick!  He did!  Poor Lonnie was too bewildered by the whole episode in his young life to do anything.  Mr. G worked his penis—worked his penis—worked his penis until got a little hard.  There was some ball fondling involved, too.
	“Do you play with it yourself?” Mr. G asked.
	Lonnie shrugged and couldn’t answer right off.
	Mr. Grassnod stood up, unfastened his jeans and hauled out his cock.
	Lonnie had never seen a man’s cock before—let alone any others.  His mouth hung open—Grassnod was saying something as he waggled his manly manhood.  Lonnie had no idea.
	Ned Nutts was Lonnie’s best friend—Ned’s schlong was the only other cock he (Lonnie) had seen.  Mr. G’s cock was—was—was wow.  The man flopped it, stroked it, then made it seemingly longer as he pulled down on the shaft.
	“You can increase your grade,” Mr. G said, “so as you wont have to miss summer camp.” And all Lonnie had to do was “touch” his math teacher’s cock.
	Touch it, stroke it, love it.
	And by LOVE—
	“Would you suck it?”
	Lonnie stopped breathing, thinking, everything—his heart thumped hard in his chest and that was all.  His asshole tightened up, too.
	“How about—twenty bucks to sweeten the deal?”
	Lonnie blinked his eyes excessively.  “T-twenty bucks?” he asked curiously.
	Mr. G smiled and fished out of his pants a twenty dollar bill.  He laid the money on the desk—then flopped his cock at the astonished and bewildered Lonnie Nucker.
	Lonnie licked his lips.
	“Ever suck a cock before?” he was asked.
	Lonnie held fast but the truth was right there and spilled out before he could back it up and shake his head No.
	“Yes.” he answered truthfully.
	His best friend, Ned.
	“And does HE suck you, in turn?”
	Lonnie nodded that he did.
	Mr. G shook his cock, flopping it just inches from Lonnie’s face.
	“Twenty bucks and a better grade,” Mr. G said, “and all you have to do—”
	Lonnie knew what he had to do.  Lonnie knew what he wanted to do—flee.
	But twenty bucks!?  Twenty bucks would go a long way in securing that prime fielder’s mitt.  He closed his eyes and leaned it.  Mr. G put his hand to the back of the boy’s head “helping” him to go down.
	Mr. Grassnod’s cock was nothing like Ned’s.  For one—it was bigger.  It tasted different, too.  He made a face and had the gag reflex to deal with—he also gagged when sucking Ned’s dick.  But he went down and endured anyways.
	Three Downs and back and his was close to hurling.
	Mr. G smiled and patted the boy’s face—then fucked it!
	Lonnie had never heard of such a thing.  He and Ned to quite a lot of daffy stuff together—mostly naked, but a cock to the face!  Mr. G pressed his cock HARD against the pre-teen boy’s face saying “Suck my balls!”
	Mr. G’s nuggets were hairless.  Ned’s balls had peach fuzz on them and sometimes it was a turn off for Lonnie.  Still, balls were balls and these balls were MAN balls.  He closed his eyes and sucked them.
	Then his shirt came off and for another twenty bucks—
	“Jack off onto my balls.”
	Lonnie couldn’t believe it—he was basically naked, Mr. G’s wang and nuts were out—his pants and underwear down, and that fifty dollar fielder’s mitt was his!  Blinking his eyes he soon found himself pounding his meat stick.  He had to think of Millie Beanfactor, Jessica Nosebent, and Lori Cooldeck to get to the point of “getting off.”  Millie always smelled sooooo good!  She was the prettiest girl he had ever seen!  She looked great in anything she wore, pants, skirts, dresses.  She had long silky dark hair, spoke softly, and once—once while playing baseball and standing on 2nd base—Lonnie had seen a glimpse of her panties!  Wearing a dress while playing sports was something of an oddity—but it was during recess so no one dressed out for that.
	Jessica Nosebent—OH!  He’d give his left nut to see HER naked!
	Lori Cooldeck he had heard fart while they were standing in the lunch line.
	Soon and he was cumming—shooting loads and loads of cum onto Mr. G’s balls!  It was mind blowing!  There was such a mix of feelings!  Then,
	“Now that you’ve messed on my balls,” said Mr. G, “suck ‘em clean!”
	There was a little more umph in the “suck ‘em clean” part.  Lonnie had sucked on Ned’s dick and gotten just a little of his sperm shot.  It was gross.  Both boys were not so much into getting “creamed” in the mouth; but they DID cream each other—blasting hot loads up each other’s ass.
	And it was his own cum!
	Lonnie couldn’t believe what was happening—or what he was getting himself into.  But another twenty and a ten spot came to rest on the desk alongside the two twenties already there.  Lonnie thought, breathed, stifled a fart, then near blindedly “went down” and suckled Mr. Grassnod’s balls—clean.
	It was way gross and more than once did Lonnie feel the need to retch.
	Just before he did so—Mr. G pulled him up.  He still felt sick—he had been a little ill when he sucked Ned for the first time.  This was way different.  Way different.  The math teacher then sat back down in his chair bringing Lonnie down to lay once more across his lap.
	Then, once more—more swatting!  Bare hand to bare ass!
	The sting of being swatted was incredible.  One, it kinda hurt.  Two, it kinda felt good!  When his dad beat him it was different.  Getting his bare ass smacked by his math teacher—well—was different, that’s all.  Of course, in between smacks there was anal probing.  Anal probing and ball grabbing.  Mr. G was a pervert!  It finally came to the boy—Mr. Grassnod was a flaming perv!
	But apparently, a rich flaming perv.
	A hundred dollars was on the desk.  All his for the taking—as long as he put up with the “taking of his body” by his math teacher.
	After his ass was burning and Mr. G’s hand was stinging, the boy was stood up and admired.  First, front side—whereupon Mr. G left his chair to get on his knees.  He then took young Lonnie’s cock and sucked it.  Lonnie thought the man was going to suck his cock off!
	And he did!
	A massive wad of spunk flew out of the young man’s pud—it felt great!
	He had cum before—hand jerking off in the shower, on his bed, against his bed, against his best friend’s ass and chest.  And though Ned had sucked him and got him to cum—getting sucked off by Mr. Grassnod was something else.  After the intense blowjob, Lonnie was turned around.  A tingling sensation remained for a long time in his cock.  He thought fucking his friend in the ass was the most terrific thing ever—
	The long neck of a pop bottle, the long neck of a beer bottle; a candlestick, the toilet plunger, and his friend’s finger had all been UP into his asshole.  As he reeled from the intense blowjob he got from Mr. Grassnod, Mr. Grassnod inserted his own finger!
	His own finger and tongue!
	Hey!  I poop from there!  Neither Lonnie or Ned had ventured to LICK each other’s asshole.  Ass plunger via foreign objects, fingers, and cocks was one thing.  Putting your tongue there was altogether something disgusting.
	After being anal probed and then some—
	“Just relax.” cooed Mr. G.
	Lonnie wondered why.
	Then,
	Lonnie’s eyes bulged.  ‘Holy fucking ass crackers!  Mr. G’s going up my ass!’ and after lubing his manly schlong with some particular anal plunging grease for just such the job as anal plunging—Mr. Grassnod anal plunged.
	Lonnie thought he was going to come apart.  The intrusion of Mr. G’s cock in his ass was more than he thought anal plunging ever would be.  The first time he took Ned’s dick had been more of embarrassed giddiness.  It felt like passing a huge turd—but in reverse!
	But the anal grease helped pave the way and near full penetration had been made.  Once the manly cock had plunged most of the way in—it pulled most the way out.  Then plunged back most the way in and repeat and repeat and repeat until the act of sodomy was well on its way.
	The taste of his own cum was pretty appalling; he had sucked Ned’s dick and tasted some of HIS cum—but Mr. Grassnod’s cum—wow.  Sucking his balls, sucking his dick—was a hundred bucks enough?  Getting naked, getting fucked in the ass—was a better grade enough?

	Lonnie’s mind continued to be basically blanked out—the only noise he heard was the unmistakable sound of Mr. G’s balls slapping as his cock—his very manly cock—slammed fully into his shit hole.  Lonnie began to grunt; he felt ill and was sweating heavily.  The panic that he had had earlier and dissipated had returned—moreso when Mr. G’s pumping action stepped up a notch.
	The pumping was intense.  Lonnie didn’t know what to think—all there was was to endure and let it happen and get it over with.  He batted his eyes when the man finally pumped his last and pulled out.  Lonnie’s asshole was on fire.  He couldn’t think for nothing—his hole was burning like never before!
	Mr. G stood on wobbly legs, grinning, sweating, slapping his smoldering schlong against the boy’s ass.  Gobs and gobs of man cum oozed out of the smoldering sphincter.  It was awesome!
	After falling into his chair exhausted,
	“I-is-is that it?” Lonnie stood up rubbing his still burning ass and finding his clenching asshole a bit of a bother.  He knew exactly what had just happened—he had been raped.  Sodomized.  Molested.
	“Well, kind of.” said Mr. Grassnod. 
	“Kind of?”
	“Well, we’re done—for now.”
	All color in young Lonnie’s face disappeared.
	“W-what else is there?”
	“Well, I think we can safely say you’ve passed the class.”
	That was a plus.
	“Now,” he said tapping the pile of twenties and couple of tens, “would YOU like to make more of this?”
	Lonnie stared at the money.
	Mr. G breathed hard, sweated harder.  His 1980s late disco style haircut was all pasted to the side of his face, his off-yellow dress shirt was pasted to his chest, too.
	Lonnie shrugged, “I-I dunno, I-I guess so.”
	Mr. G smiled nodding, “Well, you can make triple this amount—” and just by saying that he got the (naked) boy’s definite attention.
	“Triple!?” almost shouted Lonnie, “T-that’s three hundred dollars?” he almost squealed.
	Mr. G smiled, “See?  You’ve mastered some mathematics after all!”
	And all he had to do was give his body to the perverted math teacher!
	Awesome!