August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 7
And the Saga Continues
Fuckaduckabuckafucka

A farmer has 3 sons, one day he decides to give them each a duck to go sell.
The first son goes into a local market, and after much hassling gets 5 dollars for the duck.  He returns back to his Dad and shows the profit.  The Dad says, “Great job son!  Let’s have a beer!”
 	The second son takes his duck and goes to the city market and manages to get 15 dollars for his duck.  He goes back home and tells his Dad and the Dad says That’s great!  Let’s have a beer!”
 	The third son also goes all the way to the city to sell his duck.  But instead of going to the market he goes to a whore house where he finds a willing girl who will have sex with despite the fact all he has to pay for it is his duck.
 	After they finish the girl says it was so good she’ll give him the duck back if they do it again.  Smiling, the son agrees.
 	After this he leaves the whore house but the duck gets away and runs out into the street where it is run over by a truck.  The driver runs out and sees the crying son, and says “I'm so sorry; here, I’ll give you 50 dollars for your duck.” 
 	The son returns home where his Dad asks “Well, son, what did YOU get for your duck?”
 	“Well Dad,” says the son, “I got a fuck for a duck, a duck for a fuck, and for 50 bucks for a fucked up duck!”

*

	Nucker and Nutts!  Gay Boys in Gay Days at Gayorama!
	(or more like gay boys in gaydom with some guy named Grassnod)

	He had pretty secured the prized fielder’s mitt; along with that his own custom bat, too!  He could pay for his own uniform, shoes, and food!  (for baseball summer camp)  Birthday money, Christmas, and other incidentals.  When asked “where’d you get this money?” by his nosey parents he calmly told them he was doing chores on the side along with all the other stuff he did for the community.
	Lonnie’s parents were so proud.
	And none the wiser for the truth.
	Friend Ned, Ned Nutts, was overwhelmed when Lonnie showed him hard green backs.  “Whoa!” he said.  Lonnie was a little sheepish when the best friend he had had since 3rd grade asked “How’d you get so much?”  that was going to take a little time explaining.
	It had been a couple three days since the “office visit”; Lonnie’s asshole was still a little sore.  The taste of “man-cum” just wouldn’t wash out—he tried sodas, mouthwash, toothpaste, and his parents’ strong mouthwash.  But as soon as he brought up the image of him sucking Mr. Grassnod’s cock—the taste was back.
	Lonnie managed to sway his friend’s attention by treating him to a fantastic lunch and game play at the local pizzeria.  Then it was to the mall where Lonnie spent some of his “office” money buying his friend specialty tee-shirts and a cool watch.  Once more, though, Ned asked, “Dude, where’d you get this money?”
	Lonnie shrugged off the inquiry and the two made for home—Ned’s home.  Ned’s parents worked late, he was an only child—like Lonnie.  Lonnie’s Mom was home so for this next bit—Ned’s home would have to do.
	After much goofing in Ned’s room,
	“Dude, did you see Amber?” at the mall.
	“Oh, fuck ya!” said an enthusiastic Ned.
	“Her and Monica Savalley—GOD!” he gouged the heel of his hand to his aching bone—which was hard-hard-hard but an ulterior motive was behind his actions.
	“I’d give my left nut to see them naked!”
	Lonnie moaned and nodded—then unhitched his pants pushing down his underwear hauling out his bone.  It wasn’t the first time he had done so in the presence of his friend.  Ned giggled and pushed both his pants and undies down; he had a significant boner, too.
	After playing with themselves—time to play with each other!
	Lonnie shucked his pants and undies, then his shirt and flopped onto Ned’s bed.  Ned worked his cock but eyed his friend’s cock.  Lonnie flopped his cock, grinned big, blushed bigger.  Ned came onto the bed and was going to mount but Lonnie grinned saying “Suck me!”
	Ned had no problem with that command and didn’t even hesitate!
	Lonnie lay on the bed, naked, watching with giddy anticipation—still, though—an ulterior motive lurked.  Ned firstly toyed with Lonnie’s erection; he jacked it, squeezed it, then obliged his naked friend and began sucking.  He devoured the whole thing and tediously slurped until there was ejaculation—of which he avoided.  The first shot of cum spewed into his mouth but that seemed to be ok, the rest he simply aided in masturbating Lonnie until all his semen was out.  The spew went all over Lonnie and Ned’s hands, Lonnie’s balls, and one shot to Ned’s chest!
	Lonnie remained on his back for the next bit; which was Ned “riding” Lonnie’s cum squirter.  “God!  I’d give anything to fuck Molly Wallters!”
	Ned agreed and grinded his sex to Lonnie’s sex.
	“Sara Chapwill—Alyssa Mullick—”
	“Nellie Plansong!” the boys shouted names of every girl they knew in their 6th grade class.  Black girls, Asian girls, white, Indian, and questionable.
	“If Maggie Rigwain would lose the glasses, do something with that hair—”
	“Oh yeah!”
	By now, Ned’s cock was ready to start spurting.
	“Don’t cum on me, stupid—” said Lonnie, “fuck my ass!”
	Ned was all kinds of giggles.  Lonnie pulled his legs back holding them at the knees.  Lonnie aimed his squirter to his friend’s target hole and plunged in.  The first plunge was a little tough with resistance but as the head moved in past the opening the shaft followed and dire determination made for sodomy oh-sweet sodomy!

	By the time Ned had cum—Lonnie’s cock was hard (again).
	Ned moved up and angled his hole to receive said hard-on and when done the two made for the shower whereupon they peed on each other private parts.  They played childishly—as per typical naked twelve year old boys will do while showering together, then—
	“You wanna make some money, too?” Lonnie asked after they had their shower time and dried off.  Sitting naked in the kitchen scarfing down cookies and milk, Lonnie posed the inevitable question.
	“Sure, doesn’t everybody?  How?”
	How.  That was the tricky part.
	“You might not like it.”
	“Are you kidding, I’d do anything for the bread you made!”
	Hmmm

	Mr. Grassnod’s house was a few blocks away, the boys rode their bikes there.
	“You still haven’t said what he wants us to do?” Ned complained.
	“Well, it aint to paint his house or some lame shit like that.”
	“Then what?”
	“Well, you know that stuff we did in your room?”
	Ned grinned and blushed big time.  “Yeah.  And?”
	“Well, if we do that with Mr. G then he’ll pay us off.”
	Fine time to tell that nifty bit of info.
	Ned’s first reaction was classic “Are you out of your fucking mind!?”
	“Five hundred bucks—each of us, if we do it.”
	Ned stood back shaking his head—his mind couldn’t wrap around what his friend was saying.  Then,
	“Five hundred bucks?”
	“Yep,” said Lonnie—“EACH of us!”
	Five hundred bucks—wow.  Still, though…

	Getting naked in front of Mr. Grassnod wasn’t easy.
	The room was set up with cameras and lights.  Lonnie was nervous, too.
	“Just do what you normally do—together—privately.” They were told.
	Easier said than done.
	Cameras, lights, equipment of this and that—all eluding to something of a movie set.  No windows—well, there were windows but they were covered by large pieces of cloth; like a ship’s sails.  The room was kinda drab and almost lifeless—the only piece of furniture was a full sized bed with a sheet (green) only.
	Ned was all kinds of apprehensive.  He knew Mr. Grassnod, he had a class with the man—but unlike Lonnie, Ned was making high “Cs” and even got a couple of “Bs” now and then.
	Grassnod told the boys that he would like to make a movie of them—“in action.” Both lads knew what THAT meant.  In return,
	“There’s five hundred bucks—for the both of you!”
	Five hundred bucks went a long ways in getting naked and “performing.”
	Lonnie sucked it up and went first.  ‘might as well get it over with.’ Off came his shirt, shoes, and then pants and undies.  He sighed as he was naked (and vulnerable.)  Ned couldn’t believe it but with a nod of “ok” and “just do it” the boy stripped off his clothes and was butt bare assed naked as was his friend.
	For their first “scene” shot:  jerk off
	But “jerk off” onto each other’s ball sac.
	Neither boy, though, could really get a good boner going.  They stood at the foot of the bed, facing each other, butt naked, stroking their schlong to beat the band—but nothing.
	“You need stimuli.” said the Director.
	“What’s stimuli?” asked Lonnie.
	Mr. Grassnod smiled and left the room for a moment returning with some “stimuli” in way of still photos of naked girls their age (and younger.)  Lonnie began to get “stiff” first; then Ned.  The photos were laid out on the bed and the boys locked their eyes on them working their puds to extreme hardness.
	The ultimate goal was achieved in mere minutes squirting a goodly amount of jiz onto their friend’s nads.  Afterwards,
	“Lick ‘em clean!”
	Ned was stunned; mouth open, eyes kind of glossed over, face showing total disbelief.  Lonnie, however, sighed and went to his knees taking his friend’s cum soaked balls into his mouth and sucking them—sucking them clean.  All Ned could do was stare down in incredulity.
	When Lonnie stood up—with his balls still soaked—they locked eyes.
	‘your turn, stupid!’ conveyed Lonnie.  Ned looked quickly to Mr. G—he was close to panicking but re-though quickly, turned to his naked friend and looked somewhat pleading—
	“Just suck ‘em (and get it over with!)” said conveyingly back Lonnie.
	Ned couldn’t remember why he was doing this—until Lonnie mouthed “Five hundred bucks!” that did the trick.  Closing his eyes he (Ned) tried to blot out the fact that Mr. Grassnod was present and perform the deed he usually did in private.
	After ball washing—
	The boys stood hugging each other; the hug included rubbing their hands to the other’s ass.  Their fine young twelve year old naked bodies were pressed nicely together.
	Then they kissed.
	As prompted by the Director, the boys giddingly put their mouths together (while still hugging.)  This, of course, was firstly met with NO FUCKING WAY!  Ball washing was one thing—mouth-on-mouth was something else all together!  There was absolutely NO FUCKING WAY!
	Yes way.
	But still, no EMAD in use—instead, getting young Lonnie and Ned to perform as Allen desired came by way of a chemical.  A chemical dispersed from a water spray bottle.
	“I need to show that you boys are HOT!” smiled Mr. Grassnod; he produced the spray water bottle and gently dispersed the contents onto their faces.  Minutes later and the boys were not electronically altered but chemically altered!  (It helps to have a bio-chemical degree along with a math degree…)
	Lonnie and Ned kissed.  They hugged each other nakedly, hands groping the other’s ass, and mouths latched together with tongues invading.  Their young puds were hard-hard-hard.  On a prompt from their Director, one at a time, the boys sucked one another—just enough to get the penis seriously hard, then—
	Onto the bed.
	Lonnie lay on his back, legs wide open so as the camera could zoom in on his virtually hairless balls and terrifically hardened twelve year old cock.  Then, naked Ned came to suck the boy’s cock (and balls) before putting himself onto Lonnie grinding himself against the friend’s sex.  That was followed by Lonnie’s cock going into Ned’s cornhole.
	The “scene” was incredible; Lonnie’s cock up Ned’s chute, Lonnie’s hands clamped tightly on Ned’s not-so-lily-white ass, Ned pumping, Lonnie pumping, Lonnie’s cock going fully into Ned’s hole—it was quite a scene.
	Lonnie finally came—the camera zoomed in to capture Lonnie’s sperm oozing out coating his cock and balls.  Ned slapped his ass he felt some sort of sexual relief; he was also shooting his own load onto his friend’s chest!
	Before he spilled it all, though, Lonnie pulled his legs back and like they had done earlier at Ned’s house—Ned sodomized Lonnie.

	For the next shot it was spanking—the boys spanking each other.
	For Lonnie, he simply lay across Ned’s lap and was beaten bare handed.
	For Ned, he was on all fours on the floor and spanked bare handed.
	The next shot was of the boys 69ing.  With Lonnie on top, Ned below, Ned tongued Lonnie’s asshole.  He did!  The camera pulled up close to Ned’s tongue flicking all about Lonnie’s dirt chute.  In turn, at the other end, with Ned’s legs pinned back under Lonnie’s arms thusly angling the dangle of Ned’s hips and thusly his boy parts, Lonnie licked Ned’s dirt chute.
	The next scene was in the bathroom where the boys were in the shower.  After they peed on each other, they lathered one another up.  More intense hugging, kissing, ass grabbing followed by good ol’ sodomy!  While standing, stooping, bracing, the boy getting fucked giggled and was completely at ease.  The boy DOING the fucking was also giggly and with a nicely soaped up cock made easy anal entry to his equally giggling friend.
	The follow scene was back in the drab room.  Here, the Director got involved.  Mr. Grassnod shucked his clothes; he wore a black face mask, his long hair was tucked up under and full head scarf.  No jewelry, no watch—he had no tattoos, no marks or marrings.  He was a trim fellow with a large “fellow.”  Both boys on their knees sucked the man’s manly manhood.
	Mr. Grassnod face fucked the boys, spanking their sweet young faces with his cock; cinching up tight against their faces having them suckle his testicles, too.  He then jerked off onto their balls—of which the boys happily sucked ‘em clean.  In turn, the boys jerked off onto HIS balls—and once more (happily) sucked ‘em clean.
	Then there was spanking.
	Hard spanking.
	So hard that at one point young Lonnie became “aware” and begged for the beating to stop.  Mr. Grassnod did so—his hand was blistered anyways.  A fair amount of chemical spray had to be used to the boy to calm him back down.  The camera had captured all the intense (spanking) minutes and the boy’s cries—but not when the boy was stood up and calmed bio-chemically.
	Ned was tied up—reverse hog tie whereas his hands and feet were bound in front of him and he was on his back on the bed held up by a rope to a strong clasp from the ceiling.  Then, he was spanked bare handed and then with a paddle.  When he began to cry out in pain and much anguish, a skillet came into play.  A skillet warmed on the kitchen stove.
	Then Mr. Grassnod climbed onto the bed and not-so-kindly sodomized him.

*

	The following week, last week of school,
	“David Luckady?”
	“Here!”
	“Donna Muckacer?”
	“Here!”
	“Donald Museleader?”
	“Here!”
	“Larry Noonsum?”
	“Here!”
	“Lonnie Nucker?”
	…. …. … …. …
	“Lonnie Nucker?”
	Not here.
	In Mr. Rutherbesomewherelse’s class, Ned Nutts was also Not Here.
	Hmmm
	At lunch in the faculty lunchroom, Allen Grassnod just happen to overhear a disgruntled associate complaining about the latest round of teacher layoffs and she was wishing she knew somebody who was on the school board who had weight.  Weight enough to sway someone in power to keep her on a little while longer.
	As it turns out—Allen Grassnod was on the school board AND had some weight along with his tenure status.
	After putting away his lunch kit he paused a moment then approached Ms. Lisa Bumming, 28, charming woman, thin, not too tall, taught English to 6th grade students and had once been on a game show.
	“Uh, Ms. Bumming,” Mr. Grassnod said, “uh, I might be able to help.”
	“Oh?  Really!?  Can you?  How?”
	“Well, can you come to my office?” … …  ….

*

Spank o’ ramma!
	One fine day in the house of Laynanner, eight year old Michelle and her three cohorts were roughhousing in the house.  Daddy Danny didn’t have many rules for his young child; too many rules made for an unhappy stoic child, lifeless and an unsocialable misprint.  But there was a rule about “roughhousing” in the house.  No roughhousing outside, either—but especially IN the house.
	So, while Shaun, David, and Eon chased Michelle thru the quaint two-story American home they happen to race by Daddy Danny in the kitchen who quickly his one and only child pulling her to him and swiftly swatting her ass.  She wore short knee length jeans (britches/breeches) but the swiftness and deliberance of the swat got her attention right fast.
	Shaun, David, and Eon stopped dead in their tracks, too.
	Shaun was the quintessential white boy who had semi rich parents.
	David was the token black boy who’s parents were not so well off.
	Eon was the token Asian; he was Chinese/Korean with both parents owning businesses downtown.  All three boys were handsome and each had unique perks about them.  Shaun was in nice beige pants and blue dress shirt; David had jeans on, Eon wore regular pants (non-jean type).
	One terrific swat to Michelle’s butt and then Danny sat down bringing his child across his lap.  Another smack—one of which not alone jolted the child but her three friends.  All three boys looked on in astonishment and great awe.  David stood clenching his fists at his sides with lips pulled in tight.
	Danny, after smacking his child’s ass semi hard, caressed the girl’s ass; then,
	“Come here.” he said to Shaun—but all three boys were indicated to step up closer—and they did.  And once at Michelle’s side,
	Danny nodded to Shaun and he firstly gave a curious look of questioning, then applied his hand to Michelle’s butt.  The swat from the boy wasn’t too hard.
	‘Ever been spanked?’ Danny asked of Shaun.
	The boy thought it over but shook his head No.
	Danny then nodded to David who HAD been spanked before—more than once, too!
	‘Pants on?’ Danny asked.
	“Sometimes.” David answered.
	Danny smiled—then it was Eon’s turn.  He got his little ass smacked, too; a very stern (and rough) father walloped his ass “now and then” and usually with pants AND underwear down.  Bad grades, not applying himself, not doing chores, sloughing off doing his music lessons, and sometimes for “no good reason.”
	Michelle wiggled on her Daddy’s lap; she rubbed her butt, too.
	Danny stood his child up, wiped her tears, hugged her, then—THEN undone her pants and pushed them down.  Then she was lain back across his lap for another round of spanking.
	Danny went first—but not so hard this time.
	Shaun, David, and Eon landed their own swats.  Shaun had two older brothers, one in college already.  David had three older brothers, an older sister, and a younger sister, too.  Eon had an older sister and a young brother.
	Thereafter, ‘Boys, take your pants down.’ followed by their tidy-whiteys, too.  The boys didn’t hesitate, pause, bicker, or anything of the like—they undone their pants and pushed them down—followed by their underwear.
	Danny smiled; there was a curious (and mischievous) twinkle in his eye.  He soon had the trio of boys naked—and they were ok with that!  They were oblivious to being nude.  Danny pulled down his daughter’s panties and the boys had a swat fest on her ass.
	Then,
	‘Lick her butt.’
	Eon went first, licking Michelle’s very bright red steaming ass.  The cheeks were parted and the boy also licked the girl’s very nice (and clean) asshole.  When standing, the boy had wood.
	So did David and Shaun who followed.
	Danny slipped off Michelle’s shirt and then SHE was naked.
	Naturally, with David and Eon having sisters—they had seen them in various stages of undress.  It was a given and natural.  Neither boy, though, thought much about what they saw.  Up close and personal with Michelle was a little different.  The girl sat on her Daddy’s lap, legs straddling his.  The boys one-two-three locked their eyes right in on the girl’s bald poon.
	The boys were found to be very manipulative—and Danny manipulated them to his whims—one of which was having Shaun stand with his hands on his hips while in turn, David and then Eon sucked his little eight year old penis!  Meanwhile, Danny fingered Michelle.  The little girl squirmed some but did nothing more.
	After David and Eon had sucked as many as five minutes on Shaun’s schlong, Shaun suckled David and then Eon.  No one made a face, bickered, hesitated.  No bio-chemical spray was being used here—just a good ol’ fashioned Electronic Mind Altering Device.  Of course!
	After the boys had all sucked each other—they applied their tongues to Michelle’s pussy.  For sure did Shaun, David, and Eon get boners doing that.  They giggled, blushed, and were typical eight year old boys.  

 	The electronic mind alter device Danny used was sophisticated enabling the boys to “be themselves”, be “aware” of their actions but NOT be so aware of the fact that what they were doing was wrong in anyway.  They were themselves and enjoying being themselves!
	After each boy had licked-licked-licked Michelle’s puffy pussy, Danny raised her legs whereas her pert little asshole was more available—for the boys one-two-three to lick-lick-lick.  And they did.  And when with the final lick it was Michelle’s turn—to lick.
	Well, actually suck.
	On her knees, Michelle sucked Shaun, David, and Eon.  None of the boys had ever had their weenies sucked—they liked the new feeling—a lot!  Danny, while his daughter sucked-sucked-sucked stripped off his own clothes.  The boys’ minds were so well manipulated that they didn’t notice.  He re-sat in his chair masturbating waiting and watching his only child suck-suck-suck.
	When the last boy had been sucked the first boy got first dibs.  That is to say that after Eon had had his little winkie sucked, Michelle was retaken to her Daddy’s lap and Shaun came up to gouge the child’s slobbered on cunt.  Danny’s dick huge and hard poked out between the girl’s legs.  Shaun guided his cock all over his friend’s pussy—then began making efforts to penetrate.
	He wasn’t perfect in his efforts but the effort was made just the same.	
	Five minutes later and David was pumping the hapless white girl.  He seemed to have a little more knowledge on the act and happily humped a good hump.  For five minutes.  Then Eon went his allotted five minutes before Michelle’s legs were raised and David was directed to “stuff her hole”.  Butt hole.
	 After Eon had fucked Michelle’s asshole, being third in line to do so, Danny’s manly manhood was ready to bust.  Already there was a sheen layer of spunk coating the head and young Shaun Beetmorr licked it.  All of it.  The boy put his fingers about the fully engorged pulsing prong then flicked his tongue to the glistening piss slit before taking the entire bulbous head into his mouth.
	David and Eon followed—then Michelle sucked him before being pulled up onto his lap whereupon there was a father-daughter relationship whereas Danny sincerely hugged his (naked) child, caressed her, squeezed her, and drove both his tongue and cock into her body.
	His tongue into her mouth made full insertion.
	His cock into her cunt made partial insertion.
	It was a different kind of passion—lust?  Danny seemed to be melting on the kitchen chair; he shuddered all over as gobs of his semen squirted into his child’s sex.  He melted even more as the apex of his incestuous deed reached its limit.
	For a long while he sat there; sweating, panting, mindless.

*

Family bliss—ah!
	Spying had its benefits—in the realm of international spies as well as the homebound kind.  Some spies were out to thwart evil and “save the world.”  Other spies were out to get evidence for various government factions.  Not all spies were good—not all spies were bad.  Some were low key, others were flamboyant and had books and movies made after them.  Some spies were localized focusing their efforts on their community—cheating spouses, misbehaving employees, etc.
	Lucas was quite content with simple spying for his own amusement.
	He had found the Laynanner family very amusing.  After Danny Laynanner had fucked his sweet innocent eight year old daughter, cleaned his manly cock, cleaned his child, he got his way into the boys one-two-three, too!  A little cock grease, some anal grease for just such purposes, then Shaun, David, and Eon were fucked-fucked-fucked.
	A little spanking, too.
	Then a little dinking with their minds; the boys were dressed and sent home.  Danny took a bath with his daughter and Lucas slipped away unnoticed.  He didn’t involve himself.  There were images swirling in his mind—none made sense.  He gave no time to dwell on the swirling images he didn’t understand—there seemed to be no need.
	He was naked.
	Why he was naked—he didn’t know.  It was kinda cool.  There were no thoughts of “home”; having one or anything of the like.  A backyard barbeque got his attention—realizing that he was hungry.
	Being invisible was kinda cool—there was a whole bunch of peoples about the backyard of the house and no one noticed Lucas whatsoever.  He helped himself to finger foods—chicken, ribs, chips, cornbread muffins, etc.  He knew that although he was invisible he still had “form” so he had to get out of the way now and then lest he be stepped on.
	While he noshed on ribs and stood leaning nakedly against a tree he noticed that there were not only adults at the backyard party but children, too.  Some teens, some children.  Lucas took note, though, of a tall gangly fellow; short blond hair, odd looking face—not odd-odd as something was wrong with it but definitely something of note for later reflection.
	The man seemed more serious than jovial.  He wore a yellow shirt with jeans; seemed to be a professional type person, no rings.  He had Lucas’ attention—especially after a pesky pestering 8yr old girl began to bug the man to the point whereas he went off to the side of the house and the girl followed.  They were “out of sight” and Lucas’ had to see what was going on.
	What was going on was—Ed Bagfuloflips had Susan Swishkiss up against the wall.  There was a tall wall behind them, a wooden fence gate to their left; leaving the openness to their right but there were hedges, a party going on, and the walk to where they were was a bit out of the way.  So security be damned!
	Ed B had his dick out of his jeans and in the girl’s mouth.
	Ed B had his DICK OUT OF HIS JEANS and IN the girl’s mouth!
	OH!
	Wow.
	Ed had a normal sized schlong, maybe an inch or so more than the average 6-incher.  He made pumping motions, pulled out and humped the girl’s face, slapped her face, gouged her nostrils, then fully inserted his cock all the while the young girl put up no fuss.
	Susan was a nice little girl; short sassy dark hair, tan arms; typical eight year old body.  Yellow shirt with some yellow and blue duckies all over; full length yellow pants, yellow ankle socks, yellow tennis shoes, yellow hair braids.  Did she have yellow panties on, too?
	Yep.
	After much face fucking of the pestering girl, Ed squatted down, undone her pants and jerked them down.  That was when Lucas saw the EMAD.  The nifty gadget was laid on the grass while the annoyed Ed yanked the girl’s pants down.  Lucas smiled and got a little closer.
	Ed ran his hands up and down the girl’s body—mostly her butt.  He sized her up, stroked his cock, then pushed down her panties!  How daring!  There were at least 25 peoples in the adult range at the party; eight teenagers (three of them girls) and half a dozen “children”.
	Regardless, Ed squeezed Susan’s ass then seemingly tried shoving a finger into her asshole.  He then began fingering her pussy and even laid her down laying down beside her lifting her legs like a baby being diapered.  More earnest fingering of her pussy and asshole—then,
	“Susan!”  “Susan!” a voice—a momma voice, called for her missing child.
	Ed was pissed.  He quickly dressed the girl, put his dick back in his pants, then shuffled the child on back to the backyard “releasing” her just in time.  She stumbled and slung her head, then looked around curiously; her Mom came up to her “Where were you?  You answer me when I call for you!” and bitch-bitch-bitch about hiding in such dangerous times.
	For Derek, Scott, and Haji, their mothers weren’t so concerned.  They were tucked away nicely hidden UNDER the house.  Derek, Scott, and Haji got an eyeful of Ed Bagfuloflips molesting Susan Swishkiss.  They were so close that they saw Susan’s pert clenching asshole!

	Ed returned to the party then merged into the house.  Lucas helped himself to more food, drink, then—then he found himself in the “guest” room and took a nap!  Seemed like a good idea at the time.
	And it was!
	Mid morning he awoke with a bitch of a headache.  It was dark outside; and dark in the bedroom.  He felt a little ill, warm, and a cascade of images continued to plague his mind.  Taking a giant breath he left the room, farted, and found a hall bathroom to empty his bladder.  He then took a bath!
	When his stomach growled he rummaged the refrigerator; there were lots of leftovers from the party.  A nice large house, large backyard w/pool.  Palm trees, banana trees, bushes and shrubs, RV, three car garage, lots of square footage, two story home multiple bedrooms, bathrooms, large refrigerator.
	He didn’t know what kind of import beer it was but he drank one then found a domestic more palatable.  He returned to the guest room and went promptly to sleep awakening in the morning a little before 8AM.
	In the kitchen—this was going on:
	Jan Soapindish was slightly blubbering—she sat at a small round breakfast table with her daddy sitting with her.  Some sort of discussion was going on about “glasses” and accident.  Jan wasn’t wearing glasses—but apparently, she was supposed to.
	Something about her running into the garage—literally.
	“You could have gotten seriously hurt!” Daddy Mike complained.
	“I know, Daddy,” whined Jan, “it wont happen again.”
	“Got that right!” he said sternly.  He stood his teenage daughter up, she was about thirteen, long-long blond hair, blue eyes, nice body trim.  She wore a nice blue dress, too.
	Daddy Mike held the girl’s hand—then swatted swiftly on the butt.
	Then he laid her down across his lap and swatted her again!
	The dress was moved up exposing that ass and another swat came.
	The girl jolted and squirmed but otherwise remained somewhat calm.
	Mike smoothed his hand over the girl’s ass, patted the ass, slipped his hand under her blue tinted panties, squirmed a bit himself, then tugged the undies down her legs.  Her ass was already a light reddish hue; Mike smacked the ass until it was a bright reddish hue.
	The panties off, the dress hiked up, the girl was positioned up against the table and her dear daddy was behind her gliding into her pussy his aching cock.  Still, the lovely thirteen year old didn’t cry out or whimper—
	Thanks to the EMAD in Mike’s hand!
	What a wonderful gadget!

And then this happened—
	A couple of days later and the three boys, Derek, Scott, and Haji, confronted Ed Bagfuloflips about what he had done to Susan Swishkiss.  The boys, however, didn’t know or were aware of the fact that Ed had utilized a mind altering device on the girl.
	“What do you little bastards want?” he said not being so kind.
	“Fifty bucks!” announced Derek, “EACH!”
	Ed scoffed; the boys quipped that they would go to Susan’s mother.
	Ed continued to scoff—then had a turn of heart and pulled out his wallet.
	“Only got thirty,” he said, “come in and I’ll pay you off.”
	The boys had confronted Ed at his house just as he came home for lunch as he usually did.  He wore a bright yellow shirt, beige-like slacks, and drove a late model Porche.  He lived alone, had a nice two hundred thousand dollar house, nice-nice yard, and could easily afford the blackmail money the boys demanded.
	Inside and Ed went to his bedroom—the boys had some misgivings but,
	‘go on!’ Lucas minded.
	The boys scurried on to the bedroom and immediately had their minds zapped via Ed’s mind altering machine.  The boys were partly aware of what was going on—but were unable to do shit about it.
	“Take off your clothes!” Ed said operating the EMAD.
	Derek, Scott, and Haji tried to resist but were unable and shucked their clothes.  Scott whimpered and sobbed, Derek and Haji were frightened while Derek also exhibited being a little pissed off.
	Derek was a nice looking African-American boy of nearly nine years young.
	Scott was a typical white boy; nice looking, very good Christian family.
	Haji was of Indian parents—from India.
	Once they were naked one-two-three, Ed had them “bend over” and then he spanked them.  Derek was spanked bare handed until Ed’s hand got hot.  He then undressed himself and sized up the naked boys—the boys all were scared, frightened, and highly confused.  They no longer wanted to blackmail Mr. B but flee!
	Mr. B, however, wasn’t finished with them.
	While Derek’s ass burned, Ed fondled the boy’s nuggets.  Scott wept openly.
	Lucas was intrigued and leaned (nakedly) against the door jam of the man’s bedroom.  Ed was unaware of Lucas’ presence.  The boys deeply regretted their blackmail plot.
	After Ed had looked over the naked Derek, fondled the boy’s balls, worked-worked-worked the boy’s cock, he brought the boy across his lap and landed not his hand but a work related clipboard.  It was hard plastic and very rigid.  Derek nearly came out of his skin.
	Scott got his bare ass beaten as he lay on his back, legs up in the air held there by Derek and Haji.  Ed had fingered not only the white boy’s boy parts but jammed a finger DEEP into the boy’s tight virgin asshole.  Then he began landing the swats until his lily white ass was bright-bright red.
	Haji merely lay on his stomach on Ed’s bed to receive his spanking—which was bare handed and then dress belt.  Haji clenched the bedding as the thin brown dress belt smacked his bare ass.  The belt laid to his ass and back of legs creating several welts in the process.
	Then, on their knees, the boys sucked Ed’s dick.
	He stood smiling at them as they performed their task.  Ed was tall, 6’4”, thin build, 7-inch cock.  He firstly slapped his cock to the boys’ boyish faces before making them one-by-one suck him.  He said very little—except what was minded to them via the EMAD.
	Derek gagged and couldn’t help but retch.
	Scott sucked but didn’t gag as much as Derek.
	Haji very nearly vomited.
	After slobbering on Ed’s cock—the boys slobbered on each other’s cock.
	There was no stopping Ed; after the boys had sucked on each other they hugged one another then KSSED each other!  (seen this one before—)  The boys very muchly did not want to participate in the gay venture but the power of the EMAD was too much for them.
	From hugging and kissing to rim jobbing.
	It was quite a scene; Derek, Scott, and Haji, three generally handsome young lads—naked as the day they were born.  Each boy had to face another and hug him then kiss him—on the lips with tongue in the mouth!  OH!  The boys had sucked each other, caressed the other’s ass, then as a new insult—
	Derek lay on his back on the bed while Scott came up to him.  Derek’s legs were pulled back and Scott was electronically coerced into putting his tongue to the black boy’s black hole.
	Scott retched, Haji’s eyes widened in utter horror.
	Lick-lick-lick!
	After several minutes of licking the black hole he stepped back and Haji took his turn.  A swift hard-hard swat to the boy’s ass had to be landed to get the boy to comply.  He licked and Ed didn’t have to use a total mind blank via the EMAD.
	Derek very nearly retched licking Scott and Haji dirt chutes.
	Then, oh sodomy oh sodomy oh sweet so sodomy!
	Once more and Derek lay on his back, legs back, asshole at the ready.

	Once more and it was the naked almost nine year old Scott who went first—sliding his amazingly rock hard cock into his friend’s hole.  As he made entry and got going with the pumping—he was spanked.  So was Haji when he took his turn.  Then, Ed sat on Derek’s face having the boy suckle his manly musty testicles.  Haji came up to straddle his black friend’s waist while Scott guided the black friend’s cock into Haji’s wetted asshole.
	Then Haji went down to suck on Ed’s dick.

	After Derek, Scott, and Haji had kissed, sucked dick, sucked dick, got fucked up the butt, got fucked up the butt, spanked, spanked, spanked, and licked each other’s butt hole, Ed loaded them into his car—a little after midnight, and drove off.  Lucas didn’t go along.  Instead, he took a long hot shower and took a nap.  Ed returned a little before 6AM—alone!
	Oh!

While in the neighborhood…
	A few houses down and just before noon o’clock and a large delivery van was delivering some furniture to a house.  A nice young woman was outside with her young son she was holding close to her.  What it was about the woman he (Lucas) didn’t know.  There was something about her—reddish brown hair that was thick, luxurious, silky soft, and down to the middle of her back.  She wore jeans but no rings; she wore a nice form fitting top but had small cantaloupe sized titties.  The boy looked good, too; he was about ten; bowl shaped hair with half hanging in the left side of his face.  A fresh face and Lucas wanted to see him naked.
	He had the same thought for the boy’s mother, too.

	Turns out, if Lucas had a memory he would have remembered seeing Melissa Engallhouse on TV; she had been a co-star on a long running television series as well as made a few commercials.  She had both a stern no-nonsense face as well as a friendly one.  She was recently divorced.
	As soon as the delivery guys had “delivered” and drove away—
	New furniture for son Zachary; a complete bedroom set.  He was jazzed.
	Suddenly, Melissa jerked and exhibited odd twitchings.
	“Mom?” inquired Zachary.
	‘Take off your clothes.’
	Zachary blinked his eyes and was instantly in panic mode.
	“MOM!” he almost yelled.
	‘Get naked—NOW!’

	Melissa stood in awe knowing full well what was going on and she was powerless to do anything about it but watch.  Watch as her young son stripped off his clothes.  He cried and tried to resist but couldn’t fight the invisible mind altering power.  Melissa tried to fight back the invisible mind altering power but it was useless.
	Once the boy had stepped out of his pants and undies he stood virtually petrified before his still clothed mother.  Although he was just ten years young—he knew very well what was going on AND what was going to happen.
	‘Go lay down.’ the Voice said and onto his new bed Zach went to lay out fully exposed.
	Unfortunately, THIS Voice did not do Q&A—
	Melissa stood breathing hard and trying to summon up possibly enough anger to prevent the Voice into directing her into doing something disgusting.  But there was nothing she could do—the power was too much for her and she began undressing herself.
	“MOM!” cried out Zachary.
	“It’ll be alright, Zach,” said Melissa, “just bare with it.” 
	Off to the floor came her white blouse with blue flower stripes.  She had some good size Mommy knockers and they were free to be beheld with the bra dropping off nextly.  Now the woman fumed.  Zachary lay on the bed propping himself up on his elbows to stare (and gawk).
	As yet he had not gotten a stiffy.
	That came as his Mom undone and then lowered her jeans.
	Zach’s mouth hung open and eyes wide as for a half moment she stood in her bikini style lavender panties.  NOW he got a stiffy.  The boy’s stiff pecker got even more so when his Mom lowered her bikini style lavender panties.
	“You fucker!” Melissa said to the Voice she couldn’t see but knew he was close.
	‘Hee-hee,” snickered the Voice, “it’s gonna get worse, too!’
	After stepping out of her clothes she was ordered across the room.
	She sighed, shook her head, sighed again then moved to her bewildered naked son.  She stood with only a slight trimmed beaver; she clenched herself then went to her knees—as per instructed to do so, then; with eyes closed tightly and face clenched tight, she took her son’s penis and began masturbating it.
	Zachary couldn’t believe what was happening.
	“MOM!” he said in stunned awe.  He couldn’t do anything about the invisible power, either.
	After a minute or so of playing with her son’s pud (and his bald balls, too) she sucked it.  Bald balls, too.

	Zachary was out of his mind.  From the newscasts and kids at school he knew very well what a “blowjob” was and though he wanted one from some girls in his class—getting a Presidential from his MOM was not on his plate.
	Melissa moved up onto her son—possibly the first time he had seen Momma titties since he was a little baby.  Melissa, under mind controlled instruction, moved his hips about then reached back taking her son’s boyish schlong guiding it into her smokin’ hot Momma pussy!
	Lucas inserted his finger into the woman’s asshole.
	She didn’t like it.
	Lucas didn’t care.
	Melissa wriggled about shaking her head but still bouncing up and down taking her son’s cock to the limit.  Son Zachary was in total disbelief and locked his bright blue eyes onto his Mom’s bodacious ta-tas.  Lucas climbed up replacing his finger with his cock.
	Melissa liked that even less.
	Reaching around fingering Melissa’s pussy, groping her titties, moving his hands up and down her sides infuriated the woman.  Lucas still didn’t care and made full anal insertion.  It was a mind blowing experience to beat all.

	Lucas creamed Melissa’s conrhole—so much so that his cum squeezed back out along his foul schlong.  While he sat on his knees on the floor he watched as Melissa continued to have sex with her bewildered son.
	Zachary had an orgasm, too.
	Melissa breathed hard and couldn’t believe what she had submitted to.
	Zachary was mindless.
	Melissa moved her self up freeing her son’s schlong—he had shot a couple of fantastic squirts with one more for good measure as his cock was freed from the cunt that had bore him.
	‘Suck him,’ said the Voice, ‘suck him clean!’
	Melissa felt ill but she took her son’s cum coated cock and sucked it and his balls clean.  In doing so, she was angled to whereas she was the lee side of a “V” angle.  Young Zach’s eyes were on his Mom’s legs, thigh, ass.  Lucas had Melissa move to where her pussy was inches—INCHES above her son’s face.  While she slurped the boy’s dick (and balls) she had to nestle her cum soaked cunt onto her handsome son’s face.  Zachary got the task of licking his Mom’s cunt.
	It must have been something for young Zachary to see—above seeing his Mom naked, seeing her pussy up close and personal on his face THEN seeing her asshole.  Seeing her asshole open—he didn’t understand ‘cause the Intruder/Voice was sodomizing his Mom—right above his face!
	OH!
	Lucas entered Melissa and had his way with her while she sucked continuously on her son’s schlong.  More spanking followed.  Lucas sat back watching as his jiz oozed out of the woman’s hole.  He seemed inordinately fascinated by the ooze and smiled as the hole slowly snapped shut.
	Nextly and Melissa had sit on the floor and watch as her son was spanked—hard.  The boy was turned onto his stomach and the invisible intruder began landing bare hand spanks to the boy’s butt.
	“PLEASE!” begged Melissa, “STOP!”
	Lucas did so—only after Zach’s ass was a brilliant vermillion shade.
	Thereafter and the intruder put his pud—just minutes had been in her asshole, into her mouth.  She sucked.  She sucked and gagged.  Lucas fucked her face; she sucked his balls.  Cum exploded onto her hair; Melissa (still not broken) vowed revenge.

*

More than enough pleasure
	After Melissa had been heavily coerced into licking her son’s asshole, she had to sit on her knees and watch the boy be sodomized.  She couldn’t SEE the intruder but knew what was going on.  Lucas grabbed the bedding, screamed out for his Mom—she fought the invisible power holding her but was unable to rescue her son.  She wept and carried on—but still would not break down and relent.
	Lucas didn’t care.  He fucked the boy’s ass then made the boy fuck his Mom.  Melissa tensed all over; she clenched the carpeting and showed signs of great hatred (towards the Intruder.)  “I will fucking kill you!” she vehemently conveyed.  “I’m going to rip your fucking balls off!” and of that, Lucas had no doubt.
	Caressing Zach’s ass as he lay on his Mother fucking her, Lucas couldn’t help but feel something new within him.  Those disturbing images he had swirling about in his mind—gone.  There was nothing there, now.  Nothing.  He had zero memories save for those of recent days.  It seemed, therefore, all there was was to overpower those he met, have his way, do as he wished, submit those he conquered to his whimsy, and go on.
	He did so with Melissa and Zachary.  Zachary had an orgasm—he came in his Mother’s pussy and while he dealt with that feeling—the Intruder slipped off and away.  Melissa felt the Intruder’s presence no longer present.  She broke down then; crying and totally like totally losing it.  She hugged her son and lay with him crying and crying.
	Then, Zachary sat up straddling his Mother’s waist.

	Melissa lay recovering from her crying fit.  She was calmer.  Her son was adorable.  He was handsome and she adored him greatly.  After a couple of minutes or so the boy moved up to straddle his Mommy’s chest.  Melissa held her son’s hands; Zachary was calm and nestled himself nicely on her chest.
	Soon and Melissa was smiling as she squeezed her lovely bodacious ta-tas together pinching her son’s young penis.  With gentle encouragement she got him to titty fuck her.  Raising her head she was able to flick her tongue to his penis licking his piss slit.
	And from licking to sucking on the head.
	Zachary giggled.
	Before long and the entire cock of Zachary James was in his Mommy’s mouth and he was liking it.  Melissa bobbed her head back and forth getting her son’s pud as hard as possible.  And when it WAS hard as possible the boy began ejaculating.  Melissa sucked all the harder until all of her son’s cum had been drained.  Zachary had humped his Mommy’s mouth jerking his hips in a humping fashion.  Melissa had jerked his gherkin, squeezed his butt and couldn’t seemingly get enough of her son’s love tool.
	Not a drop was spilled!
	Zachary laid back down on his Mommy; he still smiled and was in the throws of orgasmic bliss.  Melissa caressed her son’s ass and as she herself reveled in the joy of sucking her son’s cock nestled him between her legs.  His little cum squirter had hardly had a chance to diminish.  Young Zachary had plenty of stamina and within minutes was exerting said stamina to its limit.
	Melissa’s legs flailed wildly as her young son fucked her.  She had many times spread her legs for dick but none had been so wondrous as her son’s cock.  Clinging to his ass, Melissa entered into a new realm of outrageous orgasmic ah.  She shuddered as Zachary began to grind against her clit.
	More than enough pleasure.

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	Oh shit she was hot!
	She could cause eye damage to the average horny American teen boy.
	There were some pretty young girls hovering about, ten year old girls and even a couple of years younger who had fantastic faces along with their cute young bodies—all clad in various types of swimwear.  The Subject, though, was the eye catcher.  There were no teenage girls at the community pool, the oldest girls were the Subject’s age, thirteen.
	And Subject Holly Portshell had just turned thirteen.
	And she was hot!
	But she was naïve enough not to really know it.
	Prancing about the community pool, Holly really had some young boys unable to come out of the pool.  Mostly ten year old boys just discovering the pleasures and joys of masturbation and getting boners when the wind blew—or when a pretty girl smiled at them, or a pretty girl walked by them and she smelled sooooo good!  Or when a girl had on TIGHT jeans, short-shorts, short skirt, gym shorts, cheerleader skirt, etc.
	Girls (of any age) doing cheerleader aerobatics, gymnastics; girls laughing; girls sitting with their legs crossed; and girls in swimsuits walking and/or swimming—all causes for boys (of any age) to have heart palpitations and gave them a reason to live.
	Fourteen year old Kevin Shellport had heart palpitations AND a strong hard boner.  He, like several other boys, remained in the pool clinging to the side as Holly walked off to the pool house.  Kevin had no choice but to sneak his hand down inside his swim trunks and “please” himself.
	He much rather would be at home in his room on his bed “gettin’ after it.
	Holly, however, as it turned out—was his friend.  Well, the friend of his sister.  That was a good thing—both a bad thing and a good thing.  More than anything and did Kevin want to FUCK Holly Portshell deeply and earnestly.  He wanted to see her naked, peeing while standing up, peeing while laying down, peeing on his wang!  He didn’t care—as long as she was naked (and peeing!)

(Alright, how many people have an EMADs?)
(answer:  everyone!)  (courtesy of some alien slugs…)
	Who’s watching whom?
	If a perverted teenager—or adult for that matter, has an electronic mind altering device that ALSO can make him invisible—WHERE would be the most likely place for that pervert person go to enjoy being a pervert?  A girl’s locker room?  Good choice.  A girl’s shower?  Better.  A girl’s bathroom?  Yes!  Or how’s about in a community pool’s pool house changing room?
	Yeah, that works, too.
	While watching the watcher watching it was realized—HEY!  I could be inside (the pool house) watching (something way better) than boys fondling themselves!  And although the door to the pool house was closed—somehow, Lucas was suddenly inside!  He didn’t know how—and didn’t care.  Inside where three other girls, one was merely ten, another girl was about twelve, and then the Subject, Holly—she was thirteen.
	And at the time of Lucas’ intrusion—they were all naked!
	A pervert’s dream cum true.
	Using EMAD-like powers he mentally zapped the three girls.  He sighed and just looked over the girls for a moment before proceeding.  Then he proceeded.
	The ten year old had been “bending over” at the time she had her young mind zapped.  Blond hair in a long single pony tail, she had such a chipper face!  Very tan—all over!  Not hair one on her virgin cunny.  Lucas (naked) pressed himself against the girl from behind; then sat down on the bench turning the girl around to face him.  She was adorable!  His cock liked her, too—even more!
	Up and down her sides, fingering her little pussy, caressing her ass, Lucas got more and more horny and desired deeply to fuck the shit out of the girl right fast.  Instead, he hugged her, kissed her, then settled her on his lap dragging his cock up and down her pussy.
	The girl standing beside them, Mindy—began to pee.
	She was nude, too, and the act of peeing turned Lucas on.  More so!
	He caressed her ass, too.
	His cock, though, was more interested in Carrie’s delightful virginal little pussy.  Up and down the slit he ran it feeling more and more enthused.  Cupping her equally delightful little butt he snuck a finger to her asshole.  Then he hug-hug-hugged her finally laying her out on the red bench whereupon he then put his mouth to where his dick had just been.  She was of a small size for her age; she could easily pass for eight!  Lucas covered her entire pussy with his mouth licking her slit until he was ready to bust.
	He then sat up when another girl came into the pool house.
	She was fifteen or sixteen—didn’t matter, she had some nice-nice titties.  A nice form.  Great ass.  Fucked cunt—very noticeable (‘especially since it was shaven!)  Light brown hair that was held back in a long loose pony tail.  She had a hard face; a pretty girl but one of those hard stern serious faces.
	She gave little notice to the already naked girls—but did stare slightly at the naked ten year old laying down.  She (Jessica, fifteen) began to change from her swimsuit to street clothes.  Lucas held fast and watched her as she kind of sort of was a little nervous as she kept checking over her shoulder at the non-moving naked girls.
	There was an EMAD detector at the door to the girls’ pool house/change room—but naturally it wasn’t active ‘cause Lucas wasn’t USING an EMAD; he WAS the EMAD!
	Just before she slid her white French-cut panties up—zap!
	Lucas left Carrie and went to Jessica.  Good choice!
	There wasn’t much difference in caressing the body of a teenager than there was of a girl not a teenager—and Lucas didn’t care either way.  But he seemed more enthused.  His cock was more engorged and up and down the girl’s crack he moved it—reaching around to finger her delectable pussy and very nice teen titties.
	It was too much for him and Lucas finally positioned the girl on the bench before her locker, spread her legs, admired her snappin’ snatch and—
	Plunged his cock into her.
	He felt instant orgasm.
	Jessica made a face and Lucas found himself very enamored with her.
	She was a plain looking girl, no distinguishing features to fall in love with.
	As Lucas’ schlong entered her; she undulated—that is to say she arched her back, nipples stiffened, and she trembled—all over!  Lucas had struck a nerve!  His cock surged, swelled, and was in fact squirting loads of cum one after another DEEP into the girl’s cunt.  He himself shuddered and other than the incredible sex act cumulating to its apex it felt like having a real good piss.
	A woman and her 6 year old daughter interrupting further proceedings.
	Lucas felt drained but he zapped the two intruders and took a few more minutes languishing in Jessica’s pussy.  Then he suckled on her titties, ran his hands up and down her body and slightly desired to fuck her asshole.  But first!
	Back to Carrie where he fingered her pussy then rubbed his cum coated cock all over said pussy before inching his way up her lovely young body to ride her chest.  At ten, Carrie had a little bit o’ chest mounds to enjoy.  Then he fucked her face smearing his cum squirter’s juices on her lips like lipstick!  The cad!
	Standing next to them was the very pretty Mindy.  She was eleven—long dark hair, long eye lashes, a bit of poon pie coverage, nice shape.  Nice titties, too!  Lucas loved on her, groped and fingered, cupped her ass, then got inordinately horny and laid her out on the bench poking and prodding her pussy finding it not as virginal as it should be.  (her asshole of which he poked and prodded nextly, was)
	His cock was smoldering, aching, screaming—all the while he eyed the two newest members to the change room.  The mommy was ok—but that little girl!  OH!  Yeah, she was six but Lucas didn’t care.  He wanted to see her naked!  Eyeing her he did ejaculate into Mindy and it was better than a great hearty piss!
	Turning the girl over laying her over the bench, Lucas landed a spank.  Mostly it was to revitalize his aching cock.  He liked spanking.  He fingered her dirt chute finding much effort there—but of course, the pool water had a bit to do with that.
	Six year old Joann was a real cutey.  Lucas pulled her bright yellow polka dotted bikini swimsuit down to eye-eye-eye her sweet innocent little poon.  He just smiled at it, fingered her before laying her down on one of the benches, parting her legs and getting after it with his mouth.  Then it didn’t matter that she was so young, his cock was screaming so he laid it against her little poon and humped like mad.
	He felt the stirrings of orgasm cumming and managed to squirt a massive wad that almost hurt!  He was in throws of cumming hard when the door opened and MORE girls came in!  Teenage girls in swimwear as well as street clothes, two women, too.
	Lucas zapped them all—but also slimed them.  It just happened, he shot out his hand to overpower their minds and the goo sprang from his outstretched fingers.  He paused a moment curious about what he had just did.  Calming down finally, Lucas settled down and just lightly humped Joann’s pussy.  He kissed her, held her to him as he kissed her deeply and very-very passionately.  His hands squeezed her ass and a part of him wanted to FUCK her.
	But a bad headache overwhelmed him.
	He felt sick and then he felt “trapped.”  There was no explaining the “trapped” feeling but he wanted out of the pool house/change room.  For some reason—he cleaned up his spunk on the little girl then removed the slime from those he had slimed (they would still be left with a curious sheen layer of slime not unlike sperm actually!)  And as he left the change room, he switched the sign outside from GIRLS to BOYS.  The change room was multiuse for both sexes and whoever was occupying the room did so by indicating so with the sign placard.
	Very muchly did he want to have his way with ALL those who were in the pool house—not too mention those in the pool!  But that strange feeling of being hemmed in, closed in—trapped, was unnerving.  Outside the community pool area he felt better.  He took a breath and worked on deciding what to do nextly.
	That was easy, one of the girls from the pool house was walking out carrying a ditty bag.  She was giggling to herself and Lucas wanted to find out what—among other things.
	Although it was not particularly safe for a GIRL to be walking ALONE anywhere at any time, Holly did so.  She was only three houses down and across the street but still—it just wasn’t wise in the day and age of perverts with EMADs.
	Just before her house she met a friend of hers, eleven year old Annie and her brother, Kevin.  Both yapped at Holly about having to be with their Mom for shopping and visiting a sick aunt in a convalescent hospital.  Holly told them how someone switched the signs at the pool house and some boys barged in while girls were still inside changing and basically naked.
	Annie and Kevin blushed with Kevin getting a boner thinking of girls in the pool house (naked.)  Luca thought the boy was going to have an orgasm right then and there.  He was aching!  Holly went on to her house with Annie and Kevin following.  Inside they all merged in the kitchen with Holly stepping to her bedroom ditching her clothes.
	‘You’d like to see her naked, huh?’ kind of Q&A, huh?
	“YEAH!” said an exuberant Kevin.
	“Yeah, what?” Annie asked.
	“What?”
	“Huh?”
	Lord!
	Annie knew her dweeb brother was weird—but ever since he turned into a teenager—he was worse.
	‘Have you seen your SISTER naked?’
	Kevin batted his eyes; Annie was, for one, his sister!  In some respects, and in some households, brothers and sisters were not always sexual active.  Sexually curious was another matter.  Kevin was a normal boy, he had urges and needs—he urged to see a girl (any girl) naked and needed to get laid!  Simple.
	Although SOME brothers and sisters were into the “touchy-feely” relationship, Annie Shellport was not one of them.  And for Kevin—well, he kind of sort of wished she was—just ‘cause he knew that no girl in HIS age group would do same.  He saw his sister sometimes naked, brief glimpses.  He saw her mostly in her underwear and she was actually ok with that.  She was a little modest but not a lot and it was also ok for Kevin to prance about their home in HIS undies.
	He also pranced about in less than his undies and that—strangely—was ok, too!  But she wasn’t a gawker—not to her brother.  She “gawked” at other boys and was curious about their wangs as well as sexual activity overall.  Kevin had a pair of her panties he used as stimuli but he didn’t overly think of boning his sister.
	‘But if you COULD bone your sister—would you?’ a curious Lucas wanted to know.
	More eye batting as he thought deeply about sinking his bone into his sister.
	He nodded instead of blurting out YEAH!
	Moreover, he’d very-very-very muchly like to FUCK Holly.  Oh Yeah!
	When Holly returned from her bedroom—
	Annie stood up from the breakfast table; she had a curious look on her face, almost painful.  The house was empty save for the kids; a nice house, single story with a small backyard—no pool.
	Annie undone her jeans and pushed them down.
	Holly stood, mouth open, green eyes wide, staring.  Then she undone her shirt, dropped it; removed her bra, dropped it; unhitched her pants and pushed them down.  Kevin could hardly breathe—Holly Portshell—titties and panties.  Titties and panties—red panties at that!
	Then Annie lowered her very light blue panties.
	Kevin nearly fainted.
	“Oh shit!” he said.
	All Kevin could do was gulp for air like a fish out of water.
	‘Take your clothes off, stupid!’ the Voice said (from behind Holly.)
	Kevin blinked his eyes then began peeling himself out of his clothes.

	Meanwhile, standing behind Holly, Lucas smoothed his hands up and down the girl’s sides with most attention to her ass.  Reaching around her waist he fingered her furry little pussy; his cock went right up against her ass crack then he pushed it down between the crack and her legs.
	Kevin was naked.  His teenage cock was alright, very white and very hard.
	‘Go up against your sister.’ the Voice directed.
	Kevin stepped out of his clothes and moved up behind his partially naked sister.  Upon further instruction he pulled off her shirt and then undone her bra.  At eleven, Annie had some nice beginner’s titties.  Kevin’s pud was seeping sperm.  Eagerly he moved it all over Annie’s ass; up and down the crack, too.  His breathing was hard—his desire harder.
	Lucas himself settled for fondling Holly, fingering her, then bending her over onto the breakfast table.  Then he knelt down putting his face into the girl’s butt.  He would be a happy man if he could have stayed in that pool house/change room.  That sweet little girl!  Mindy, Carrie, all of them!
	Flicking his tongue to Holly’s butthole, Lucas hammered his cock while Kevin did likewise to his sister.  Annie was bent over onto the table and Kevin, like Lucas, was on his knees “facing” his sister and giving her a “rim job.”
	Soon and the girls were on the dull red large tile tiled kitchen floor, legs open.  Lucas tongued Holly’s not-so-virgin pussy digging his nose into the crevice.  He didn’t pry to see who had been in her pussy prior; it didn’t matter.  He licked, lapped, nipped the lips, then moved to move on her.  Cum was dripping out of Kevin’s cock as he did the same to his sister.
	Holly’s nipples perked up and Lucas’ cock swelled nicely in her not-so-virginal pussy.  That teenage girl in the pool house, Jessica.  His mind dwelled on her—yeah—oh yeah!  He wanted her.  He wasn’t finished with her.  He wanted to spank her!  He wanted to spank Carrie, too.  And all of the other girls also!
	Instead, he came in one magnificent orgasm.  One shot.  But it was a hell of a shot!

	On his knees, while sucking his sister’s cunt he had just pulled his dick out of, Kevin Shellport got his ass reamed—by the none other than the Voice.  While fucking Holly, Lucas’s eyes fell to Kevin’s humping ass.  He was turned on!  The boy was fourteen, he was screwing his virgin sister, HE was screwing their friend, the images of that sweet little girl he had humped on filled his mind, and Kevin’s ass looked hot!
	After shooting that magnificent wad into Holly’s snug fitting but not virginal pussy,  Lucas moved over to Kevin.  He patted the boy’s ass, fingered the very virginal asshole, clutched the boy’s balls and the desire to sodomize him increased ten-fold.
	So he did.
	Seemed like the natural thing to do.
	And it felt just as good as boning pussy.
	And he did that, too!

	Now, after sodomizing Kevin—Lucas was fairly well drained.  Really-really drained.  His cock was on fire.  His balls were tingling.  His mind in serious overload.  Regardless, he took Annie to the bathroom Holly used and showered with her.  And of course, while showering, he fucked her.  Seemed the natural thing to do.  After getting all lathered up he hugged the girl, loved hugging her;  and equally loved pinning her shoulders against the wall getting her legs about his waist.  She had a lovely body; for being merely eleven, she had a lovely body.
	Lucas slowly entered her freshly fucked cunt grimacing somewhat as his cock was right at the limit of what it could take.  Annie made faces but sexual intercourse was made and that was that.
	Needing a rest—and a break from fucking, Lucas crashed in Holly’s bedroom.  He put it to Kevin and Annie that they WOULD enter into that realm of brotherly/sisterly love not regarded as a normal brotherly/sisterly relationship.  He crashed in the girl’s closet—and it wasn’t certain then if he was “visible” or otherwise.  It also was not certain if he had been one way or the other while in the kitchen.  It didn’t matter and Lucas no longer worried or cared.

	What awoke him he wasn’t sure—he hated waking with a “jolt.”  (me too!)
	A few minutes was needed to get his bearings.  Confusion filled him, confounded him.  He couldn’t shake a “weird” feeling; then there was the weird taste in his mouth and a grumbling stomach.
	Then there was a girl in the room—undressing!
	The girl stripped off ALL of her clothes, stood before a full length mirror looking over her body; she turned about and careened her neck to see her backside seemingly checking her butt.  Then she was checking her front again, hefting her breasts—then—THEN she fingered her pussy!
	Lucas remained where he was, his cock still ached but he didn’t care—he just didn’t care.
	Holly stood naked, admiring herself or checking herself out—something.
	Then she sat down, spread her legs, and began masturbating.
	Lucas thought he was going to come apart!
	Sitting up, naked, legs open, Holly Marie Portshell “got after it.”  Slowly, but she was friggin’ her sex to beat all.  Lucas remained where he was peering at the girl thru the slats in the walk-in closet.  The hour was late, real late, the house was dark and quiet, parental units just down the hall.
	Holly soon laid down, knees up, still friggin’ like she knew how—and apparently, she did.  Lucas finally crept out of the closet and on all fours made his way over to the very nice girl with blond pig tails friggin’ herself.
	‘Don’t mind me,’ he minded to her, ‘I’m a figment of your imagination.’ And he sat his balls into her mouth while we went down replacing her friggin’ fingers with his friggin’ tongue!
	Holly suckled Lucas’ nuggets, sucked his shaft, and “got off” getting off.
	Nature’s desires swept over him and he had to turn about driving his aching soldier into the dick trench and there he did pound for several minutes before cumming off.  The orgasm was a killer—he thought he would pass out or die!  His heart was beating hard and it seemed like his cock had stretched inches more than it was.  
	Holly melted.
	Lucas suckled her titties and slipped off to sleep laying off to one side of her—awakening a little while later at the sound of the girl’s bedroom door opening.  Thru bleary eyes Lucas could just see the outline form of “someone” at the door.  Holly had no brothers or sisters, the only other people in the house were her parents.  Sure, could be a burglar stopping by the girl’s bedroom to jerk off while he ransacked the house.
	It was Holly’s dad.
	Lucas heard the unmistakable sound of male masturbation.
	There was just enough light in Holly’s room to reveal the naked girl on the floor before her full length mirror.  She may have done what she had done before—many times before and dearest daddy knew it.
	Lucas gathered himself, sat up, fondled Holly’s breasts, and locked minds with the girl’s daddy.  ‘Would you like to FUCK your daughter?’
	“Yes!” came a low voiced male voice.
	‘Then do so.’
	And so Rick Portshell slipped into his daughter’s room, slipped off his pajama bottoms—no undies, and gently moved his daughter’s body from where it was positioned before the mirror, opened her legs, and went down on her firstly.  Lucas was right there.  Rick licked all over his child’s cunt—apparently none the wiser about the dried spunk thereon!
	After a couple of minutes of eating out his girl’s twat he mounted her and eased into her sex his cock.  It was a desire cum true.  He virtually orgasmed right then and there.  Steadily, though, he pumped driving his daddy bone into her pumping slowly in the beginning but unable to maintain that drive for long.  He no longer cared if she woke up in the middle of his fucking her; all that mattered was to fuck and cum.
	And cum he did.
*

What are friends for if not to suck your dick?
	Next day and Holly went over to Annie’s.  Here and a parental was there, Lucas hung back waiting for opportunity—that came with the girls going off with Annie’s mom and Kevin scouring the neighborhood for his own opportunity.  That came by way of Tina Jane in the alley behind her house.  The gate from the backyard to the alley was open—left open by an older brother and the little girl, age six, wandered out while parental unity designated MOM did the washing.
	A living wall (ivy) was right there.
	‘Take her,’ urged the Voice, ‘in there.’
	Overwhelmed Kevin “took” little Tina Jane into the living wall of ivy whereupon he sat on his knees bewildered—watching as the little girl’s pants and panties were lowered.  Short little kiddie pants, basic white undies.  Lucas moaned and gentle fingered the child’s cunny.
	‘Take your dick out.’ The Voice urged.
	Kevin slowly complied.
	Lucas held the little tyke to him constantly fingering her little pussy.
	And just as Kevin’s cock touched her mouth—
	“TINA!?  TINA JANE!?” her mother’s voice called.
	Lucas didn’t care, ‘Put it in her mouth.’
	And so Kevin did.

Obsession is everything
	Lucas, Kevin, and Holly’s dad, Steve, had the same desire—Holly.
	She was their constant obsession.  There were plenty of girls about; cheerleader girls, regular girls, girls younger than Holly, girls older than Holly, Kevin’s sister, Annie, and so on.  But Holly was on top of the list and Lucas, Kevin, and Steve were obsessed with her.
	Unseen Lucas helped out the cause regarding Kevin firstly.  Once more at Holly’s home IN Holly’s bedroom (where it would be more comfortable.)  Annie was there, too.  Kevin had guy friends his age to hang with—but he didn’t want to have sex with any of them.  Boning his sister was a “just because” she was handy.  She was his sister!  He knew it was wrong, immoral, illicit—he didn’t know that it was incestuous or illegal.  There was a girlfriend and yeah—he wanted to sink his bone into her, too—but first!
	Normally and Kevin didn’t hang around with his sister—but with help of the Unseen it was now A-OK for Kevin to be hanging around.  In the Portshell house and little time was wasted.  The girls firstly gabbed as girls do and then—
	‘Let’s go to your room.’ The Voice directed to Holly.
	‘Take off your clothes.’
	Holly slowly began removing her clothing; top first, bra, shoes, then her rust colored pants.  Gray panties she wore and the Voice thought he was going to cum right then—Kevin, too.
	Kevin peeling off his clothes along with Annie doing same.
	Kevin’s pud was hard-hard-hard.
	On instruction, naked Holly sucked it.  She fondled his balls, rubbed his ass, and devoured his cock.  Kevin reeled.  Annie sat on the floor right there with them fingering herself—the Unseen Lucas stood right behind the girl humping the back of her head!
	Kevin was nearing orgasm when Lucas had him pull out and hump Holly’s sweet face.  The girl suckled the boy’s balls then laid out on the floor.  Kevin was nearly cumming but went down on the girl for the preliminary nosh.  Holly loved having her cunny eaten out—her nipples stiffened and her body language suggested she was very-very horny.
	Annie assumed the position—on all fours.  Lucas positioned himself behind her gliding his cock up and down her crack.  By the time Kevin was boning Holly, Lucas was doing likewise to Annie.  His bone, though, was in Annie’s asshole.
	And all unawares that they (well, those visible to sight) were being observed via secret hidden video camera!)

	Just before eleven o’clock and naked Holly stood nakedly before her mirror once more admiring herself.  She smelled SOOOOOOO good!  She had bathed earlier, fussed with her hair forever, then in her bedroom she pranced about merely in her panties.  More fussing with her hair, then writing in her diary, some school work, some reading, farting, and finally a bit of a nap for 90 minutes before arising, stripping off her tee-shirt she used as a nightgown then slipping down her yellow panties.
	A full five minutes she spent looking herself over, turning for a side profile to smack her ass, a back view where she bent over partly peering at herself thru her legs.  Then she was on the floor, legs spread wide, pussy right up close to the mirror.  The bedside nightstand table lamp gave off a soft glow to the girl’s nakedness—it was enough light for all those interested to see her.
	Holly P wasn’t a pro at finger banging herself but she did a fair job just the same.  She lay down and really got after it prompting the Unseen to direct her to get on her bed, to get against it.  Daddy Rick, at the door, eased in.  He was naked.  His daddy cock was hard-hard-hard enough to break bricks, hunt with, or stir cement.  The ache the man had was incredible.  To fuck a girl such as Holly, well—that wasn’t it.  Her age—that wasn’t it.  It was Holly herself—his daughter.  THAT was it!
	Firstly he smoothed his hand over her butt.
	Then a swift swat—just because.  Lucas barely had to give any instruction to the man for he was willing to do much without coercion.  Holly parted her cheeks and Rick, after sucking his finger plunged it into her hole.  All around the world—scenes like this were happening one hundred fold.  Murders, theft, general corruption, paled to the happenings of morality.  Riots were the daily mainstay; the world was in chaos with sexual depravity like a plague strangling mankind.
	In the morning, bright and early, Annie and Kevin were in the Portshell kitchen.  It was Saturday and something was planned, Rick was taking Holly, Annie, and Kevin on a day outing to the nearby woods—a hiking excursion.
	But first!
	Annie lowered her pants (but not her panties.)  She stood right at the side of the sitting Rick.  He lightly hugged the girl but mostly smoothed his hand over her butt.  Then he eased her down across his lap.  Kevin and Holly stood idly by with Holly in a mind funk; Kevin stood with a raging hard-on watching with a free mind.
	Rick had spent quality time with Holly thru the night; after spanking and then sodomizing her he moved her up onto the bed where he licked her pussy until she cummed.  Then, after wiping his cock clean using her handy panties, he stuffed his aching bone into her pussy and fucked her until HE cummed.
	Then he sucked on her titties, fingered her pussy, rolled her over and spanked her but feared awakening his wife—so they moved to the basement where for his own continuing pleasure tied his child up to a basement post beam (standing up) and spanked her ass till it was a shade of a tomato!
	Then, he turned her around (with her back to the beam) and brought her legs up tying the ankles to her wrists.  More spanking; shaving her pussy, peeing on her pussy, spanking the pussy, fucking the pussy.
	Back to Annie.
	It was just after 8AM; Rick’s wife had left for work a few minutes before Kevin and Annie arrived.  While Rick was boning Holly (and other) all the nite, Kevin was fucking Annie all the nite.  Up the ass, in the mouth, and mostly in her cunt.  Their single dad was a sound heavy sleeper so there was little fear that any noise made during their sexual frivolity would disturb him.
	Annie’s mind had been “fixed” whereas she would readily give herself to her horny brother.  All he had to do was first say her name and then the “act” he wanted; “Annie, suck my dick.”  “Annie, take off your clothes.”  “Annie, spread your legs, let me fuck you.” And anything else he wanted.  A horny brother’s dream cum true.

	Rick swatted Annie’s ass, rubbed his hand all over in small circles before slipping his fingers under the red plaid panty.  He squeezed a cheek before tugging the panties down.  Her shirt he pushed up, undone the bra clasp then began fingering her asshole.
	Kevin stripped off his clothes; Holly stripped off hers.  Rick’s cock pressed (thru his pants) against Annie’s stomach.  He didn’t seem to mind that Kevin was nude—not at all!
	As Rick watched Holly sucking Kevin he began spanking Annie’s ass until it turned very red and she began to squirm.  The man stood the girl up then stripped off his own clothes.  Annie rubbed her burning ass but seemed none the worse for her wear—nudity, her naked brother, her naked best friend OR the naked Mr. Portshell!
	She also didn’t seem to mind going to her knees and sucking the man’s cock.
	Kevin creamed in Holly’s mouth.
	Rick’s cock soared to incredible strengths, girth, and length.  He filled the young girl’s mouth and soon was filling her mouth with his jiz and nearly seemingly passed out as he stood doing so!  He pulled out and fucked the girl’s face squirting a little more jiz into her hair before sitting down (before he fell down) and brought the child onto his lap.
	Lucas was in Kevin’s asshole fucking him hard.
	Rick had to spend a few minutes gliding his cock up and down Annie’s eleven year old pussy and watching his naked daughter sucking Kevin as he lay atop her on the kitchen floor.  Kevin lay atop Holly licking her pussy while she suckled his fourteen year old hairy balls.  Rick was unaware of the Unseen Lucas sodomizing the boy—he saw only that Holly’s hands prying Kevin’s cheeks open wide.  He was too delirious with his own deed of doing Annie to see Kevin’s funk hole opened wide as a half dollar…

	There was no hike in the woods that day; after fucking Annie’s pussy, Rick took the girl to the shower and showered with her, fucking her asshole while he did so.  Meanwhile, Kevin got his asshole well reamed by the Unseen.  The Unseen sat back watching his cum squirter smolder—it was a good fuck!  Kevin’s hole smoldered and he reeled in the deed—he had cum himself squirting a shot of spunk up his chest and then some onto Holly’s chest.
	Just before ten o’clock and Holly lay on Kevin taking his cock to her snappin’ hot pussy.  The view was good—for the Unseen Lucas who viewed the coupling from behind.  He had a view that was very-very nice—Holly’s ass.  Kevin pried the girl’s cheeks open and Lucas just had no choice—he slipped in and fucked the girl’s hole until he felt himself virtually passing out.

	When he came around, it was noon o’clock—according to the green digital readout on the stove.  No one was in the kitchen.  Getting up on wobbly legs he moved to the bathroom in the hall finding Holly and Annie asleep in a 69 position while in the shower was Rick and Kevin!
	Oh!
	‘My work here is done!’

*

The cumming—the cumming
	And so it came to pass that Lucas found himself in the woods.  He had no memory of being there before but felt that he was drawn there like it was his home.  Everything was fading, memory wise.  He seemed to be wandering aimlessly without purpose—he was only driven to the woods he couldn’t remember being in before but somehow—somehow they felt like home.
	In his head was a terrible noise; a high pitched whine that drove him insane.
	He awoke one morning in the deep part of the woods; a layer of still fog lay like death on the ground.  The buzzing in his head had lessoned but was still there preventing him from walking correctly.  He walked like a drunk zombie and after splashing thru a murky creek he fell losing consciousness.
	Upon awakening there were two creatures staring down at him.
	One seemed familiar but he didn’t know why.
	The other was shrouded in a gray cloak that completely concealed him.
	“Help me!” Lucas said pleadingly.
	The shrouded creature nodded saying “I can do that!”
	Then, just like that, the buzzing in his head ceased.
	For some minutes he lay there, naked.  In his mind a flood of memories were suddenly released.  His last good memory was—was—was of Hope, Hope Gracestick and he was humping her good in the backseat of his ’69 Mustang!  This after being tackled by John “Bad Ass” Baddass.
	Then there was a brilliant flash of light—then—then—
	“GRONK!”
	Lucas Turkurk heard the noise of da gronk!  da gronk!  His friend from the alien slug spaceship rock!  Staring up to the big pink hairy creature Lucas felt strangely calm.  He had been intensely frightened and all kinds of confused.
	“GRONK!” said da gronk.
	“W-who are you?” Lucas asked of the gray shrouded creature.
	For a moment the gray shrouded creature didn’t respond; then—
	“I am he who walks among you freely.  Kleep!”
	He then waved his hand over Lucas’s face.  A warm funny feeling (not fuzzy, funny) swept over the all-star high school athlete.  Then his world got gray as in diminished light.  Next thing he knew—
	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.  He sucked in air and clung to a wall barren of moss and felt what seemed like heat—but moreso just warmth.
	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 was back on the alien slug spaceship rock!  “NOOOOOOOO!”
	Two alien slugs wobbled their way to him speaking in low unnatural tones.
	“Mleep!”  “Kleep!”
	Lucas couldn’t move, he slung his head and felt violently ill and was powerless to stop the alien slugs from taking him—taking him sexually.
	“See,” said Slurb, “Zlurb isn’t all bad—bleep—he has sent us back—eleep—one of our lost ones!  Nleep!” and he promptly inserted his alien slug dick into the human’s sex hole.  Klurb, the Plotter for the Omorturb spaceship from Tlurb Prime, inserted HIS alien slug penis into the human’s mouth.
	“We need to bring more—fleep—on board!  Pleep!”
	“We are—vleep—we are!” gleep! said an enthusiastic Slurb.
	“Good times ahead!  Eleep!” said Klurb.
	“Good times!  Vleep!”
	Lucas, however, begged to differ.

In the woods—
	Zlurb, the Demented, stood.  da gronk stood close by.  After a few moments,
	“I think it is time for you and I to depart company.  Mleep!”  Zlurb pulled back the hood of his full length and was mostly human—he was still a sickly pale color of green with dark green splotches but he was mostly human.  Mostly.  There were the three eyes in the middle of his forehead, the third arm under his left arm and the third leg sticking out from his “butt” area.  But he was human.  Sort of.
	“GRONK!” said da gronk.
	“You go your way,” continued Zlurb, the Demented, “and I’ll—gleep—go mine.  Dleep!”  he closed his eyes clenching himself, the speech impediment he would still have to work on.
	Stretch-stretch-stretching the Demented Slurb made himself more human with assuming that of which humans referred to as “a neck.”  His eyes were still an issue, along with the extra limbs and green skin.  But one thing at a time.
	da gronk remained where he was for a long time before leaving something on the ground that smoldered and burned the ground where he had stood.  Ewew!
	Slurb, the Demented had left the area seeking adventure—and other humans to send to the Omorturb.

*

I didn’t know you could cum like that
	He who observes (knows more than he should)
	On a bright sunny day in the parking lot of the Church by the River—aye, the same one where a mass of mass strangulations had taken place but since ceased, Gary Garbone and Mike Makeme stood talking.  No one else was in the lot or yay the Church.  The river still flowed but the trees, the snag and mostly dead and dead trees, bushes, shrubs, and otherwise unsightly sights such as that had been mowed, chopped, obliterated leaving a near serene scene all around the church.  Grass and low lying ground cover had been put in giving a more scene that was serene.  The creepiness of the strangulations, though, still hovered.
	Gary and Mike occupied space on the “C” overflow parking lot and away from the immediate area of the church close to where there had once been trees bt now was empty space save for lay laying ground cover.  It was bright day near noon o’clock; the air was cool, and the scent of horses and horse shit filled the air.
	No one was about.
	It seemed that Mike was trying to get Gary a job at his workplace.
	Gary was a little wishy-washy.  He needed a job but wasn’t so enthused about starting at the bottom.  Gary was a bit older than Mike; he had military service, a few jobs lasting a few years each, and was not eager to be a “floor sweeper” at the agricultural warehouse Mike was a shift supervisor at.
	So, in lieu of confirming employment at Mike’s workplace,
	A conversation was going on between the two men, Mike was a couple inches taller than Gary; raven dark hair, a husband and father of three (girls), wife’s dad was the owner/operator of the agricultural warehouse and Gary suspected the young middle aged man had desires—unnatural desires.

	In the day and age of EMADs and other assorted mind controlling devices, Mike Makeme didn’t have one.  Nor did he want one—they were dangerous and he would only be caught up and swept up in their use for his personal use—then caught up and swept up to prison!  He wasn’t very clear on where his desires lay—his family, his church family—and at the moment it wasn’t necessary for Gary to know.
	Gary leaned against the open passenger side door of his big SUV.  After a quick look around for security sake he began massaging Mike’s bulge.  The two men had parked in such a way that they were out of the immediate area of the church AND the range/angle of the security cameras.
	‘You like that girl, Stephanie Handiclit?’
	Obvious response—“Yes.”
	Stephanie Handiclit was fourteen, a junior high cheerleader who had great legs, great hair, fantastic eyes, good skin, perfect body, and was a dynamo in her green/white cheerleader outfit.
	‘You’d like to FUCK Stephanie—wouldn’t you?’
	Mike nodded that it was so.  Mike and every other cock in the Church by the River.  Stephanie had recently worn her cheerleader outfit to church, on the Wednesday night bible study service.
	Megan Supposeto, Vanessa Huginblow, Noreen Nicetouch—all girls who hung together and none were older than fifteen.  Mike definitely wanted special time with them.  Naked time.
	‘You’d like to fuck them in the mouth?’
	Definitely Yes.
	‘Fuck their pussy?’
	Whole heartedly Yes.
	‘Slam them up the ass?’
	Mandatorily Yes.
	‘And spank them—bare handed to bare ass?’ just throwing that one in.
	A confirmed Yes.
	‘What about—Candice Catham?’ a mutual friend of theirs.  She was ten.
	There was a brief pause for thought—then Mike nodded confirming Yes.
	Gary put his hand to Mike’s bulge and began to massage him.  Gary wore jeans—not comfortable in slacks of any kind.  Mike wore dress slacks regardless of what day it was or for what occasion.
	Massage-massage-massage; rub-rub-rub; squeeze-squeeze-squeeze.
	‘And what about—Trisha?’
	A longer pause but—
	“Yes.”
	And was Mike’s cock—harder?
	Then, Gary did so in facto unzipped and hauled out his own cock.
	He did!
	Then,
	“Suck me.”
	And Mike did.
	OH!
	But wait!  There’s more!
	Right there—right in the open, daylight and everything, Mike Makeme—a prominent member of the church; family man, good worker, good Christian, sucking Gary Garbone’s bone.  However, it wasn’t the first time Mike was a flutist.  He had a good friend of whom he had a sexual relationship with since they were mere boys!  All the way thru college, too!
	Mike seemed to enjoy Gary’s bone—and Gary seemed to enjoy Mike’s enjoying his bone.  And after several minutes of enjoyment, Mike stopped sucking and produced his own bone—of which Gary enjoyed fondling.  It was a gay moment.  It got gayer, too.  After Gary masterfully handjobbed Mike’s schlong, Mike jerked off cumming onto Gary’s balls.  Gary worked his pants and underwear down scooting himself up onto the seat of his truck spreading his legs a little.  Mike whacked his weenie and ejaculated a goodly mess of cum onto his older friend’s nuggets.
	Sucking Gary’s cum soaked balls clean made Mike gay-gay-gay.
	When Gary leaned back on the truck’s seat pulling his legs back thusly allowing Mike anal access whereupon Mike firstly LICKED GARY’S ASSHOLE—made Mike then therefore a flaming gay homo.  After licking, his fate of being gay was sealed when he plunged his married cock into Gary’s hole.
	After Mike had thoroughly fucked Gary’s ass—it was his turn.  Mike lay down in the seat, pants at his ankles (his dirty schlong soiling the seat beneath him) but Gary didn’t seem to care.  He stood—clothes at HIS ankles, rubbed his butt, flopped his cock then began spanking Mike’s ass!
	Then there was sodomy.
	The two did these things unaware that they had been observed—doubly so!
	One observer you already know; the other was none other than the pastor of the Church by the River!  It was a couple of days later when the Pastor of the church confronted Gary.  Unseen Dmitri Tsugua was there for a follow-up.  Turns out, Pastor Ned was not upset at the sordid scene of which he had seen—not in the least.  However, he made the assumption that Gary had a means—an electronical means, of which he used to get Christian pillar Mike Makeme to submit to such gay mannerisms.  Mike he knew and knew well and did not believe for an instant that the young pussy whipped man was a faggot.
	He was mostly right.
	It seems that Pastor Ned had a deep-deep seeded unnatural desire that just had to be quelled.  He was nervous, concerned, and ashamed—but the desire was consuming him and interfering with his daily duties and duties as a pastor.  If he could succumb to those unnatural desires (just once) then he would be sated.
	Gary was only too happy to help out.
	Dim shook his head sadly; another reason that the Electronic Mind Altering Devices should be destroyed.  He knew it himself, they were a bane, a contaminant and a blight on society.  The electronic devices only paved the way for those who were not normally perverted to be perverted—to the extreme!
	There were new (and improved) ways to thwart the mind altering devices; new devices to detect them, too.  But more and more of the mind controlling objects seemed to be invading modern day society condemning it to an uncertain end.  All over the globe and there were riots (regarding the mind controllers) and riots about everything else (mostly regarding mind controllers and perverts who use them.)
	It was sordid and quite the little mess.  No one was above reproach.  The EMAD was among the populace and everyone was susceptible to its wary ways.  Cops, lawyers, doctors, Indian Chiefs; housewives, daddies, brothers, and church pastors.  Ned Cancome had two granddaughters; Molly and Maggie.
	It was clear in his convo confrontation with Gary Garbone that he was nervous and deeply ashamed.  More than once he tried to back out and forget the whole thing.
	“Tell you what,” Gary said, “we’ll do just a little with them—nothing to serious and see how it goes.”
	Ned was a go with that—but still nervous.
	First!  A preliminary tease.
	The following Sunday morning service and Pastor Ned’s second banana was flapping his lips about damnation and all that rhetoric leaving Ned to be an observer and do whatever.  The “whatever” came with Gary slipping up behind the distracted Pastor as he yapped to one of the parishioners in the enclosed foyer.  He wasn’t alone.  Ned was awed with Gary; perplexed, too!  With Gary were three girls, Anna, Becky, and Cindy.  The girls were of the church family, thirteen year old Anna was of a very nice well-to-do family who gave very generously to the church.  Becky was twelve, sang in the children’s choir, very seldom wore dresses or skirts.  Cindy was a nice young girl of ten.
	“We don’t have much time,” Gary said, “we ought to move this along.”
	And move along somewhere safe and secure—like say the Pastor’s office!

	The office of the pastor was out the main doors, down along the long side of the main building to a side door into the office.  The office was not small; loaded with books all on the theological line and theme.  Two desks, computers, sofas, and lots of religious symbols.  All kinds of awards and certificates of achievement adorned the walls—the office could stand a little tidying up but Ned wasn’t the tidying up kind.
	And it was going to be a lot more untidy after the session involving the girls.
	Thirteen year old Anna Brekbone had a nice body—short yellow pleated skirt, nice white blouse, super fine long straight blond hair that went clear down to her butt!  A nice form the girl had, nice bouncy titties, great smile, perfect white teeth, small dainty emerald earrings, clean soft/supple skin.  She was more than fuckable.
	Ned’s eyes wouldn’t leave her.  Gary showed the man just how well the mind altering device had on the girl’s mind—by stepping up behind her and fondling the girl’s breasts.
	Ned’s mouth hung open.  He shook his head (and already had a significant hard-on!)  More hardness (if that was possible) came when parishioner Gary slipped his hands down from being busy with Anna’s breasts to her stomach—and then lower.
	After raising the girl’s skirt revealing nice matching yellow bikini panties, Ned was all Gary’s.  Ned was convinced and merely waited for whatever would happen next.  And what happened next was Gary having Anna hold her own skirt up while Gary lowered the girl’s panties.
	Ned let out a moan.
	Insight:  when Ned had been nay but nine years young his thirteen year old cousin fetched him bringing him to her house.  The cousins lived just a few houses from one another in a so-so area of town.  Two other cousins were there along with a young girl about a year or so younger than he.  The three cousins; Ellen, Cathy, Donna, were nice to Ned although their parents were not so nice to each other.  But Ned’s parents were at work as were his cousins.
	In the cousins’ bedroom they shared was this “other girl” who was a family friend of the cousins but not of Ned’s family.  She had long brown hair, Ned remembered fondly, a small body, short kiddie style red dress.  Ned couldn’t remember her name but remembered she was already lying on a bed.  Some details were sketchy—some were clear and concrete.  He didn’t remember exactly how it came to be but he was escorted to the bed the girl was on and coerced to “get on her” with his pants down.
	As he moved onto the bed, the girl whose name he couldn’t remember slid her panties down.  Until then, Ned had never seen a girl naked.  He was an only child and had no real idea what girls were like under their clothing.
	With the panties down, she parted her legs and natural instinct took over for Ned.  At that time, he was only a so-so masturbator; he humped the bed now and then soiling it to the point whereas his Mom thought he was wetting the bed!  At school he saw various girls in their short dresses and skirts and tried in vain to “take a peek” when it was safe when the girl was sitting, climbing stairs, or sitting in the bleachers at the ball field.  There, Ned and his best friend, Karl, would sneak under the wooden bleachers and peer UP to the girls in various styles of dress to see just glimpses of panty.
	“It’s not in.” said the girl whose name he couldn’t remember.
	Ned was a virgin.  He had no clear cut idea how to FUCK a girl.
	Ned grinded on the girl’s pussy; and to him—that was ok.  It felt good but it wasn’t “in.”  He tried and tried; the girl got a little frustrated saying “He doesn’t know what he’s doing!” and he didn’t.
	So cousins one-two-three helped out the cause.
	And Ellen, thirteen, went first.  She took off her clothes.  She did!  Right there and then—a simple pull-over shirt, shucked her typical jeans, tossed the bra, and slipped off the regular style panties.
	To say the least—Ned Cancome was hard-hard-hard.
	EMILY!  That was the girl’s name—Emily!  She turned to hang her legs over the side of the lower bed of the bunk bed, panties at her ankles and seemed nonchalant about what was going on.  Ned laid back on the bed, head touching the wall, his clothes at his ankles.  Ellen sized up his hard-hard-hard penis, was grinning big and naked.  With their parents not on great terms Ned and his cousins didn’t see/visit each other so much.  Usually and his aunt/uncle lived elsewhere—this was the first time they lived so close.  Good thing, huh?
	After sizing up her young cousin’s schlong, she went down on it.
	With her mouth.
	It was a mind blowing experience for the young Ned.  At the time, he had no idea that a girl could do something like that.  It felt GOOD!  She sucked the whole of his cock PLUS his balls!  He wasn’t sure but he thought she may have shoved a finger up his butt, too.  but he wasn’t sure…
	After sucking, she mounted him.
	After sucking—she MOUNTED HIM!  Just like that!  The entire length of his nine year old cock disappeared nicely into Ellen’s cunt.  It was another mind blowing experience that this time left him tingling all over—speechless, too.  She moved her self up and down—UP and DOWN—and UP and DOWN causing young Ned to thoroughly blow his mind.
	Then, EMILY was coerced onto the mind blown/stunned Ned.  He put his hands on her butt, she straddled him and finally—IT (his cock) was in!  Whether or not the young girl was a virgin or not wasn’t clear—but it didn’t matter.
	Emily did most of the work; Ned, with his mind blown and then stunned, caressed the girl’s butt and couldn’t believe what was going on.  He just couldn’t!  The girl got off and lay on her side fingering herself.  The room was illuminated only by the two open windows—the room was painted in a blue scheme, too, giving the room natural lighting and not so gloomy.
	Cathy, fifteen, shed her clothes; she was giddy and grinning had lots of deep rich blond hair and also “went down” on Ned’s schlong—freshly explunged from Emily and Ellen.  Donna, the most serious of the three, didn’t suck but mounted and fucked Ned until he orgasmed.
	Thereafter, Ned came to shower with the girls, fuck Emily a few more times, and was coerced into sodomizing Ellen when the other two siblings weren’t home.  He also did Emily up the butt one time.
	Insight over—back to the present
	Gary turned Anna around—Ned’s eyes focused on the girl’s bare butt and he moaned.  More moaning came when the girl was “bent over” splaying her cheeks; displaying her crack and turd hole.  Gary ran his fingers all over the girl’s ass giving indication for the Pastor to do likewise.
	He did.
	It was another mind blowing experience for Ned; he knew the girl would in no way no how put up with being so victimized.  Ned fondled the girl’s bare bum, fingered her hole, and dragged a finger to her virginal poon.  On his own he bumped himself against the girl’s ass, took her at the hips, closed his eyes and moaned—moaned—moaned.
	Then, twelve year old Becky stripped off ALL of her clothing.  She did!  Right there in his private office the very pretty light brown haired girl stripped off her clothes—then went to her knees.  Ned’s mind was once again blown into oblivion as the girl worked his hard-hard-hard penis out of his pants (like she knew how) and worked it (like she knew how) and sucked it (like she knew how).
	After a good slobbering, Becky guided Ned’s cock to Anna’s turd way.  He knew what to do then but had not overly done much sodomizing since the days of his cousins.  He made full anal insertion and sodomized the girl thoroughly blasting a gracious load of spunk matter in just under three minutes time.
	It wasn’t adultery but sodomy!  A pastor should know better!
	After some cleaning up—
	Ten year old Cindy shed her clothes.  Ned had some reservations about Cindy and her age—but after the child was positioned on a wide comfy chair, shoulders back and legs spread—be damned the reservations!  Gary positioned Anna on the sofa—shoulders back, ass on the edge of the cushion, legs spread.  He didn’t need to coerce Ned as his cousins had—he knew what to do.  And he did it!

	Gary put his bone into Becky’s mouth as she was still on her knees.  Then, while Ned fucked Anna, Gary fucked Becky.  Anna was a virgin, Cindy was a virgin.  Becky was not!  Gary didn’t Q&A her but fucked her until he creamed her crease.  He suckled on her titties and apparently wasn’t all that gay after all.
	Ned had his second orgasm and sat back fondling his cock.  He was a man in his mid 50s; he had been preaching at the Church by the River for some years; he was an author, too—publishing privately three books in a series plus one public book and a text book used at the Church’s private school.
	Gary moved from Becky, turning Anna onto her side and shoving his fuck stick into her hole.  Ned was on his own—he needed a few minutes though.  A pause for reflection or just a rest break?  Gary let the man be; he got his jollies in Anna’s ass, cleaned his schlong (using Anna’s yellow panties) then sat on the sofa resting himself and apparently not embarrassed to be naked with Ned.
	Ned avoided locking eyes with Gary—but it was hard to look elsewhere as there were three lovely naked girls about he also was trying to avoid looking at.
	“So, you want to SPANK your granddaughters?” Gary said breaking the ice.
	Ned nodded—there seemed to be a bit of lack of enthusiasm, though.
	Gary brought Becky to lay across his knees, and to thoroughly show Ned how the mind controller had the Subject’s mind locked—he spanked the girl.  One swat followed by several more in rapid succession.  Becky did not let out one cry.
	“I can,” Gary said with a smirking smile, “ease her mind to where she DOES feel it,” and he swatted her ass kinda hard one more time.  Ned nodded, his granddaughters were getting snotty, uppity, selfish.
	“I-I want them to be sort of aware—so-so that they will learn.” He said not fully comprehending how an EMAD worked.
	Controlling the mind ran the gambit of mind control—the girls could be curbed of their rebellious behavior without having to spank them.  But what fun would THAT be?

*

	Twelve year old Maggie and ten year old Molly were nice enough girls; they looked nice and acted nice (but were not all that “nice.)  Little devils in disguise of angels.  Their parents were beatniks and didn’t believe in punishment.  They were in to “time outs” and scoldings for reprimands.  Wasn’t working.
	It took a little while to get Maggie and Molly to the point whereas they would understand they were actually being punished via spanking but oblivious to all else.  The setup came just days after Anna, Becky, and Cindy had been in his office.  All three girls had sucked his cock; he had stared down at each of them as they took their turns—he was in utter awe.
	He did lay hands on Anna and Becky’s ass—and with that terrific hard-on from the triple blowjobs he sodomized Becky AND glided his cock up and down Cindy’s little delicate pussy ejaculating a load like never before he had cum!  He very nearly penetrated the young girl but by then he was out of stamina.
	But he had very nearly (fucked ten year old Cindy!  Very nearly!)
	After a couple of days rest and he was ready.  This time, though, it wasn’t mere girls of his church family but girls OF his family.  After several minutes with each girl Gary had them get up against Ned’s desk.  Then, 
	“Take your pants down.” Gary said aloud but also mind linked his statement to the girls. 	Maggie and Molly unhitched their top of the line got have ‘em designer jeans and pushed them down.  Ned was once more awed into stupedifaction.  Sure the girls were twelve and ten—but they looked GOOD!  Maggie, the twelve year old, had a nice-nice body; great hair, beautiful skin, palm sized titties, and although merely twelve she had some form that was pleasing.
	Molly had something in the titty department, a little form, nice butt, and although ten—Ned wanted to fuck her!  He had had reservations about schlepping his salami into ten year old Cindy but their didn’t seem to be any qualms about sinking his bone into Molly!  Awesome!
	Gary landed a swat swiftly to Maggie’s ass—just to prove that she was under the electronic spell of the EMAD.  She jerked and made a face; she was curious as to what was happening and couldn’t make sense of it.  Another swat came followed by another and then—
	Then her panties were pulled down and Ned Cancome was cumming.
	Gary, to make Ned more at ease, whipped out his cock and began masturbating.  He moved up against Maggie’s ass rubbing his cock all over the girl’s ass.  Ned, when he finally regained his composure, whipped out his cock and began a round of self pleasuring.  Gary nodded to Ned and Ned, cocking his head, smiled a wavering smile and smacked granddaughter Maggie’s butt.  Sperm soiled his prick’s head—his cock was severely aching and very-very hard.
	Gary allowed Ned to have first dibs—that is to say, after spanking both girls until their young tight asses were fiery red, they sucked him.  Maggie gobbled his cock; the man was beside himself as the sweet precocious girl slobbered on his manly dong—she did an excellent job that brought him to cumming off in just over a minute of work!  Gobs of spunk squirted from his dick soiling the girl’s hair and face.
	He did his first face fuck.
	He liked it.
	After Molly sucked him—and he face fucked her, he buried his pastoral johnson into Maggie’s funk hole.  With the girl on her knees, grandpa Ned took her by the white-white hips and bucked her like there was no tomorrow.
	Ass fucking was one thing; sinking one’s grandfatherly AND religious bone into a young girl’s cunt was something else.  He had cum in their mouths, fucked their faces and soiled their hair (and faces).  He had bare handed spanked their bare asses, fingered their holes, fingered their poons.  Gary did same with the exception of (and he didn’t ask he just did it) sliding his schlong into their pussies.
	Maggie first; after licking out her sweet twelve year old pussy he glided his 40-something year old cock into the girl’s virgin pussy and fucked her brains out.  There was little cherry juice as her membrane of protection was thin.  He hammered the girl, sucked on her developing breasts, cupped her ass, and very-very muchly enjoyed fucking.
	Ned sat on his knees and masturbated while watching.  He was still in a dress shirt, tie, and dress pants!  Only his cock was out!  Gary let him be and moved on to Molly after a brief pause from doing Maggie.  As he settled nestling behind the now naked Molly, Ned watched with some concern.  He was nervous and licked his lips a lot—but, was stroking his cock harder and harder.
	He WANTED to see his granddaughter raped!
	Gary didn’t disappoint—but it wasn’t done roughly.  After much fingering and still positioned behind the girl he made slow but deliberate entry.  This girl had a thick hymen—but one good thrust and that was taken care of.  Ned stroked his cock all the harder.
	‘get on her.’ The unseen Dmitri urged.
	Ned moved to lay on Maggie; he worked his clothes off and soon had his cock working like a pro into the preteen.  He gave little thought to the fact that who he was screwing was his own granddaughter!  Steadily and did he watch as Gary fucked little Molly—pumping her ten year old pussy then when his cock slipped out worked himself into the girl’s asshole.
	After a few minutes and Ned creamed in Maggie’s poon.
	Half an hour later, after much ass spanking, PEEING on Molly’s pussy, Ned fucked Molly’s pussy.
	‘my work here is done.’

*

Cum-cum-cumming all over the place!
	Gary (and unseen Dmitri) had a busy few days; they firstly “helped” Pastor Ned with his “misbehaving” and non-misbehaving girls of the church’s private school.  The girls, thirteen, were lined up three at a time in his office.  There he sternly (but happily) swatted their behinds—some girls wore private school uniforms—short-short pleated plaid skirts, some wore casual clothing (no tight jeans.)
	After the initial swatting, two to three swats, the skirts were undone and either hiked up or pulled down.  More swatting—then the panties came down and MORE swatting.  Swatting was some kind of a turn on for Ned.  And when the ass of the girl was blistering hot; the girl was squirming, clenching the edge of his desk, sometimes peeing themselves.  It very muchly turned the man on.
	When his hand got hot from all the ass swatting he brought out a paddle and a wide belt along with a strop.  He came close to bringing the blood to the girls he belted.  After swatting the girls finished undressing; they went to their knees and sucked the man’s cock.  Often he came off in their mouths, most often he humped their faces and ejaculated onto their naked breasts.  This was followed up with fucking them right on his desk—it mattered not if they were virginal or not.
	He also rammed his rod into their crap holes for good measure.
	A good pastor is he!

	And then there was Mike.
	And then there was Trisha, Nellie, and Janna.
	And then there was Nora.
	There was little gay activity between Gary and Mike, that part had been done.  What was next was for Mike to enjoy his family the illicit way it was being done all over the world.  Yes, he had spanked his daughters one-two-three a time or two, or three.  Most times with their clothes on, sometime with their pants down but panties on.  He recalled (fondly) laying a bare hand to Nellie’s bare butt when she lied bold face about breaking a vase.
	Trisha was his oldest daughter, she was fourteen.
	Nellie came in at twelve years young.
	Janna was a mere nine.
	Nora was his wife.
	There was desire—strong desire to spank bare hand to bare ass each of his girls—also to spank his wife’s ass.  She was alright, he loved her; but sometimes, she could be a real bitch.  She was spoiled for one—her daddy owned the agricultural warehouse Mike worked at.  He owned land (and people) and wasn’t always a nice guy.
	Many times he came home having a bad-bad day and being a “Christian” he had little ways to vent his daily frustrations.  Often he wanted to lay into his wife, bend her over his knee and spank the hell out of her—bare hand to bare ass!
	First!
	A dinner; then to the family room for chat and “religious” togetherness.
	Trisha had a “special” watch that had special enhancements—like going off when detecting the use of an EMAD.  It went off.  Luckily, Dim was there to nip the alert and no one was the wiser.
	Well, save for Gary.
	He wasn’t sure what had happened but knew that the girl’s watch had gone off with the use of his mind controller.  Then it went suddenly quiet.
	“Something wrong?” asked Mike.
	“No,” Gary said, “just me.”
	The family Makeme was consigned to the incredible powers of the EMAD.
	Mike enjoyed taking Trisha across his lap; her top still on but her turquoise britches were down to her knees.  The first swat to her ass still clad in plaid red and black panties sent Mike into orbit.  He made small circles about her butt, licked his lips thoughtfully then landed another smack before slipping his hand under her undies and easing them down to her knees.
	Another swat and then Mike was orgasmic.  It was more than a dream cum true—much more.  His fingers went into her crack, he fingered her hole and could no longer stand it—he took his pants down pressing his cock right against his child’s stomach.  Then, looking up he saw his wife.  He smiled and locked eyes with the still near lifeless woman.
	Standing Trisha up he engaged his eye with her pussy.
	There was trembling.  Trembling and ah—a deep-deep want.  Her pussy he adored—so long had it been since he had truly gotten to see it.  Now, there it was—fourteen years old, a nice coverage of poon fur.  His cock ached.  The desire to FUCK her intensified and neither Gary or the unseen Dmitri had anything to do with it.
	Given the opportunity—engaging in immoral manners were prime.  Given the opportunity to molest without repercussions—one who is armed with a mind controlling device will engage freely and willingly.  Mike was one such who did.
	First!  On her knees, naked, Trisha took her daddy’s cock, worked it, cupped his manly balls, then put her lips to the cock responsible for giving her life.  She kissed the tip of his dick, rolled her tongue about the crown, diddled the piss slit, then began rolling her tongue all about the shaft before taking the whole thang and sucking-sucking-sucking.
	Gary didn’t Q&A her but Dmitri did discovering that fourteen year old Trisha was already an avid cocksucker.  Just one boy—and one girl!  Trisha Anne was a muff diver!  A girlfriend for sure—but also—also her twelve year old sister, Nellie!  OH!
	Mike was not privy to this nifty bit of info.
	After much ado about sucking the girl crawled up onto her Daddy’s lap nd settled thereon his schlong.  Mike cupped her ass and grinded his manhood against her hot fuckable (and fucked) cunt.  The girl was NOT a virgin but had only engaged with her horny boyfriend twice—mostly she sucked his dick and he sucked her tits.
	After a few intense minutes Mike did away with the family bliss that was steadfastly sound and inserted his aching cock into Trisha’s hot snatch.  Power thrusting commenced and Gary stood up stripping off his clothes.  He pounded his meat then had Nora stand up and undress herself.  Rivers of cum was coating Mike’s cock as he had cum nicely in his daughter’s cunt.
	The man languished on the sofa watching as Gary fucked Nora from behind—this after she slobbered on his cock AND balls.  Dmitri uncovered that she did every so often once in a while suck Mike’s dick.  Just his dick.  She didn’t do ball washing or rim jobs.  She showered with her hubby and enjoyed Reverse Missionary but other advanced sexual tantric acts of sex she did not so engage.
	Gary fucked Nora’s ass, spanked it, and Dmitri inserted notions of naughtiness that she would forever be an ass slave.  Other notions Dim and Gary both put into the woman’s mind; she would be Mike’s sex slave in essence.  Neither Gary or Dim curbed her bitchiness—that was up to Mike to curb.
	After cumming in Nora’s cornhole, spanking her, PEEING on Nora’s cornhole, Gary took a break.  Mike went on to Nellie—then Janna.  Bare ass spanking—it was the best!  By the time he had landed the fifth bare hand to bare ass of Nellie’s ass his cum squirter was hard again.  It ached terribly (but it was a good ache.)  He stood his child up, she had tear stains and seemed to be a little more “aware” than she should which was of some concern for Mike.
	“You want them to be a little aware,” Gary said, “to let them know who’s in charge.”
	Mike helped Nellie out of her clothes then onto his lap where his hard super hard cock went glidingly against her virgin cunt.  Dim smiled—little did Mike know that Nellie and Trisha were licking each other out, fingering each other, AND lo and behold—spanking each other!  Janna was a tattletale and not involved in her sisters frivolity.  Trisha, being the oldest, had her own room and engaged immorally with Nellie after hours; or in the basement, or in the backyard, or when no one else was home.
	Mike glided his bone against the twelve year old’s cunt until he was spurting.  He managed to get the head of his cock into her slit and did bust the cherry awaiting him before a massive wad of spunk spewed forth.
	Once more he melted into the sofa.
	By then, Gary had recovered and was fucking Nora proper.
	Then Janna.
	Janna was nine, a little charmer, wet the bed occasionally, farted inappropriately now and then, and was prone to let rip some foul language.  She got away with as she had been (mis)diagnosed with having some malady.  She didn’t have that particular malady, she just knew she could get away with blurting out a “FUCK YOU!” “SHIT!”  “SONOFABITCH!” and etc.
	Mike spanked her—and enjoyed it.
	Gary was boning Trisha watching as the naked nine year lay across her Daddy’s lap.  Her pants and panties were at her ankles and Gary liked seeing her that way.  He liked seeing any girl that way.  Mike landed his hands over and over to the girl’s bum until it was very-very red.
	Quietly, and unobserved, Dim slipped his dick into Trisha after Gary had moved on to fuck Nellie.  Mike finally pulled Janna up onto his lap, her back against his chest, her legs straddling his, her pussy open to the world to view.  It was then that Gary moved to lick Janna’s open available pussy and while he licked it—he sucked on Mike’s cock and balls, too!
	Dim fired off a massive wad of cum watching their antics.  And after Gary had licked and lubed up the little girl’s cornhole, Mike slid his cock into that hole while Gary inserted his cock into the girl’s cunt.
	Ah!  Quality family time!
	It also turns out that Pastor Ned wanted to fuck Mike’s wife; he also had a penchant to do the girls, too.  Gary (and Dim) were only too happy to see it thru.

*

Music sins the savage beast
	Along with riots across the globe, there were large lots of “missing” people.  For ages there had been peoples in mass quantities suddenly abruptly “missing.”  It was disturbing news to say the least.  While reading the morning paper about the calamity of the world regarding mind controllers and missing peoples next door neighbor Nick Barnswallow played his bass violin.  Attempted to play.  Nick Barnswallow was twelve years young and played the bass violin as if he had whale fins on his hands—and neighbor Mick Newmour was the unfortunate audience.
	There was an earnest attempt to play well—but Nick Barnswallow sucked in his overall attempt.  Day after day for an hour or so the young fellow would practice—practice—practice.  And he just sucked-sucked-sucked.  It was unfortunate and both Mick and Nick knew he sucked-sucked-sucked.
	Finally, one day, Mick decided to help the boy—in a very special way.
	“I couldn’t help but hear your playing,” said a smiling (gritting his teeth more likely) Mick Newmour, “and I think I may be able to help you.”
	Mick was of average size, not too tall at just six foot even; blue eyes that were more hazel than anything else; thick busy eyebrows, a rich dark beard, English teacher’s sweater, and years of experience in Music and Music appreciation—although he taught English rather than music.
	“Sorry, Mr. Newmour,” said an apologetic young Nick, “I’ve been practicing.”
	“I know.” said Mr. Newmour.  He appreciated the effort Nick put into trying to master the cumbersome musical instrument—but facts were facts and the facts were Nick Barnswallow sucked at playing the bass violin.
	There was, however, a solution.
	Mick had been a “neighbor” for a short while, some months.  He kept to himself, taught English at a nearby junior college, and drove a small foreign English car.  Nick liked him and had no reason to believe the man would be dangerous.  No reason to believe.
	The neighborhood of which Mick and Nick resided was old Colonial style, townhomes with good spacing between properties, not much of a front yard—there was none.  There were stoop-steps in front and a decent back yard.  Lots of trees, old style quaintness of having both a Big City ambience along with suburban subtitles.  Nick went out from the backyard of his home where he had been playing on the back porch, into the alley, and thru the fence gate to Mr. Newmour’s backyard.
	Mr. Newmour greeted him warmly; Nick was sheepish and lugged the heavy bass violin into the house.  He played for Mr. Newmour; Mick had a master’s degree in English but also a degree in music.  The English degree, however, paid more.
	“I think I can help you,” Mick said smilingly to the young man, “I have a special way.” A very special way.
	It began with having Nick strip off his clothes.
	Nick didn’t hesitate and gleefully undressed—all unaware that his mind was being manipulated.  Mick looked over the naked boy with a big smile.  He hugged the boy and deeply caressed his nakedness, patted his bare butt, then began toying with the boy’s schlong.
	Mick Newmour then went to his knees and sucked the boy’s cock.
	He did!
	What’s more, the man undressed himself, rehugged the boy, then put the boy to his knees whereas he sucked HIS cock!  There was some facing (face fucking) followed by anal probing—finger, tongue, then cock.  Nick was, of course, an anal virgin, he was a virgin over all and only had been masturbating a short time.  Mick found the boy’s hole to be a real challenge—tight.  Holding the boy’s hips he pounded his prong to the boy’s virgin hole but barely made insertion.  Notions were inserted into the boy’s mind, though; notions of hopefully instilling how to play the bass violin.
	One of the notions was for Nick on his own at home, privately, “insert a candlestick into your asshole.” to sodomize himself!  Detailed reports were to be given daily to Mr. Newmour—and when doing so he did so while naked!  It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship!
	Nick reported that in the bathroom he would strip naked and lube the 1-inch green slender waxy cylinder and guide it up his butt—all seven inches!  While standing leaning into the bathtub the naked twelve year old sodomized himself, before bathing and then afterward.  Then, while in bed, too; this done while laying on his back and legs pulled back working the anal probe until he was ready for the two-inch candle.
	Nick was also given a pocket pussy to please himself.
	By week’s end, Mick was finally making full anal intrusion into his young neighbor AND that evening at a school music function—Nick Barnswallow pleased the audience with his rendition of a Mozart piece “Per Questa Bella Mano” regarded as very difficult for a beginner like Nick as well as a Bach duet piece in G major.
	Nick was very appreciative; his parents were appreciative, he was a hit and Mick was proud of his pupil and efforts.  Nick’s mom finding the soiled pocket pussy kind of nipped the appreciation; Nick’s mom finding her son sodomizing himself with a 3-inch diameter dinner candlestick really nipped the appreciation.
	She freaked the fuck out.
	More freaking came with confusion when Nick spilled that it was how he was playing the bass violin so well.  It was then that he let it slip about the delicate procedure neighbor Mr. Newmour had detailed.
	Millie Barnswallow flew into a rage and flew to Mr. Newmour’s face confronting him—rather than calling the police.  Dim, unfortunately, missed that confrontation, and when Nick’s mom caught him butt fucking himself—he was busy elsewhere spying.
	But, he did return to the Newmour home to see how things were and they were as such:  Millie Barnswallow was naked; her hands were tied and she was gagged with a special gag having that little red ball to keep her screams dull.  The EMAD machines weren’t always prime in their abilities to silence a Subject’s mind.  Millie’s mind was one such.  She was controllable—to a point.
	Mick Newmour had been a busy guy; in a converted basement suitable for an almost dungeon setting, there were “others.”

Oh, Light!  What doth there is that is not day?
(from the back of the room:  “DARKNESS!  (dumbass).”
	Not a lot of furniture, no windows, cobblestone flooring, rough cement walls and ceiling; not a lot of light making it kind of Dark and Gloomy resembling a dungeon.  The setting lacked the stench of a dungeon, the moaning and groaning of bedraggled prisoners, rats, rattling chains, deplorable conditions—oh, wait—there was moaning and groaning so there’s that.

	The moaning came from Millie Barnswallow; her hands were bound behind her with fur lined handcuffs obtained from any adult porn retailer.  She was a woman just in her middle ages; her son had blond hair but she had serious raven black hair—and a pre-shaven snatch!
	She lay on a thin mattress on a low profile bed frame.  She was naked.
	Confusion reigned supreme in her mind; she was unable to make sense of anything—and with the darkness and inability to see much of anything but herself she continued to flounder in bewildered perplexity.  The sudden transition into stygian darkness kept the middle aged woman somewhat strangely calm—mostly she was trying to access her dilemma.
	As Millie calmed she came to realize that she was not alone in her predicament.  There were others.  At first she frightened herself when believing the “scurrying” she heard were rats.  Then she heard moans not her own.  Then the true horror of her dilemma came to be when suddenly her naked son appeared.  Her son whom she had caught butt naked in his bathroom sodomizing himself with a candlestick.
	“Mr. Newmour said it would help me with the cello.”
	Millie had gone pale; she couldn’t breathe.  Rage exploded and she grabbed her naked son (with the candlestick still impaled in his ass) and dragged him out of the house, out the backdoor, and into the alley.  Then into Mr. Newmour’s backyard and up to his porch where he was there to greet her.
	She remembered nothing else thereafter.
	The pocket pussy was one thing.  At first she hadn’t realized what the cock sleeve was; it was spongy, resembled nothing like a cunt, felt very weird in her hand, then it just sort of suddenly came to her what it was and was for.  She raced to her son in the bathroom to confront him—finding him bent over jamming a 3-inch diameter candlestick into his asshole!
	He stood before her; naked he was a little gawky and gangly; very-very blond hair, very-very blue eyes, very-very white skin.  And he had a hard-on.
	A hard-on!
	Millie stared at the erect penis—there was sperm oozing out of the piss slit and the whole member was seemingly glistening.
	“Nickolas?” she asked cautiously.
	Nick didn’t respond but stood grinning.
	Millie suddenly realized then that she herself was nude.  Her hands were handcuffed as well as her ankles.  She was horrified—but more horrors were to cum.  Lots more.
	Then, from out of the gloom a soft said,
	“Suck his dick.”
	Millie gulped at the horrible command saying “I will not!”
	“Suck it or he suffers!”
	That was different.
	Millie, though, shook her head—confusion still plagued her.
	Suck her son’s dick?  She couldn’t.  She wouldn’t.  News stories of how families were forced into incestuous debauchery suddenly consumed her mind.  She shook her head—then, from somewhere in the outer gloom a sound was heard followed by someone shrieking.  The “sound” was not unlike a “spank” sound.
	It wasn’t her son who was to suffer but someone else she couldn’t see.
	“Suck him.” someone said flatly.
	But Millie just couldn’t.  She just couldn’t.
	Nick stepped out of his mother’s sight.
	Another who was “mostly aware” was captive Leah.  She was fifteen, naked, very nice breasts, slim body, cheerleader, long lovely brown hair with some style (but not much.)  She was secured by wrists via fur lined cuffs, too.  Unlike with Millie Barnswallow, though, Leah was mostly aware of her surroundings and what was going on.
	And what was going on was naked Nick was getting his dick sucked by an eleven year old girl who was also naked.  The girl was pretty, thin build, about eleven, super curly long auburn hair, a little fur on her poon, creamy skin, some tanning here and there but not FULL tan.
	She seemed happy and nonchalant about sucking on Nick’s dick.
	Nick seemed very happy.
	There was just enough light from a recessed light in the ceiling to reveal Nick and the cock sucking girl, Angelica.  She was one of those quick cock suckers as she bobbed her head back and forth on Nick’s prong; her hands on her lap as she sat on her knees.  At length and the girl stopped sucking—possibly on instruction from the Dungeon Master (that would be Mick) and Nick face fucked the girl—much to the mortification of Leah who looked on with much disdain.
	More mortification and disdain were to come—
	After humping Angelica’s face, the boy stood back and blatantly masturbated right in front of the girl’s face.  He was grinning and so was the girl.  Leah was not grinning.  She grinned less when another girl, about a year older than Angelica, performed fellatio.  She also worked the boy’s cock, fondled his balls, rubbed her hands on his ass, and got a mouthful of cum for her efforts.
	That girl, Shanna, made a bit of a face as her mouth was full of Nick’s dick spew.  She retched uncontrollably then spat out the goo.  After regaining some composure she turned about on her knees—then assumed the All Fours position.  Nick checked her butt then smoothed his hands over the girl’s butt followed by putting his face down to the girl’s ass crack licking the crack with emphasis on the hole!  
	After rim jobbing the unwary twelve year old, Nick plunged a finger into the girl’s hole; wiggled it around, then inserted his cock.  Hands on the girl’s hips, Nick bucked the young bronco like he knew how—he didn’t but it looked like he did.  He didn’t cum but that was ok.  Nick and Shanna grinned the entire time—Leah still did not.
	And while Nick butt humped Shanna, a young boy of about eight appeared.
	He had flaming red hair, a well rounded face, freckles, in need of some sunshine, and a nice little dinky that was already hard.  He came out of the darkness into the light to stand nakedly before Shanna.  The girl took the little boy’s dinky into her mouth; one hand cupping his hairless nuggets while the other caressed her bare butt.	
	What a nice scene!
	Then, Mick entered the scene.  He was very naked and Leah’s mouth fell to the ground.  She cringed some knowing full well the scope of her predicament.  And it was dire.  The man went to Nick; the two embraced with Mick patting and rubbing intently the boy’s ass.  Then, before Leah’s bewildered eyes the boy handled the man’s cock—then sucked it.
	It was hard for Leah to watch and keep from retching so.
	“Oh my God!” she blurted out.  She clenched and cringed at the horrible sight.  Mick Newmour barely gave her attention, he smiled and filled his young protégé his cock—then,
	Right into Hanna’s ass it went.
	Leah dropped her jaw shaking her head in more than total utter disbelief.
	Nick went around and was sucked on by Shanna while she got buggered.
	Then it was Angelica’s turn—same deal; Mick in her ass, Nick in her mouth.
	After cumming in Angelica’s ass, Mick slipped back into the darkness and was gone for some time.  Nick and the girls, too, seemed to disappear into the darkness leaving Leah to lay on a floor level sofa with her distorted aghast thoughts.  The man returned “sometime” later—just as naked and rude as before but this time he came to Leah with his manhood wavering right before her shocked face.
	“Suck it.” she was told.
	Leah gulped.
	“Haven’t you sucked one before?” he queried.
	Leah firstly shook her head violently NO.
	“Tell the truth.” warned the naked man.
	Leah gritted her teeth, clenched her fist and held back the tears and rage.
	“Yes.” She said hotly.
	“Suck it.” the man repeated.

	She didn’t want to, that was clear.  She stared at the manly schlong shaking her head.  At first her mouth was hanging open due to shock—then she snapped it shut pursing her lips when she realized her mouth had been open readying to accept the man’s offering.
	The man backed off.
	Leah sighed relief—but then was horrified when the naked man put the naked twelve year old boy (Nick) onto his hands and knees and then began severely swatting the boy’s ass.  It gave insight to Leah that the naked young boy was not in cahoots with the naked dastardly despicable naked man.
	“Please!” screamed Leah, “Please stop!”
	The dastardly despicable naked man did; Nick’s ass was very red.  The boy was crying, cringing and twisting his lily white naked body but not moving any more than that or crying out loud.
	“Suck me?” inquired the man calmly.
	“You son-of-a-bitch!” screamed out Leah.
	Mick took umbrage at that depiction, “You don’t even know her!” he quipped with a sinister smile.
	From out of the darkness he reached for and brought into the light the twelve year old girl who had a near full tan body; light brown hair with a single twisted braid running from one side of her head to the other.  A wondrous smile the girl had, nice but smaller than usual breasts; a nice fine body overall.  Like Nick, she was put to her hands and knees and swatted.
	After the fifth swat,
	“OK!” bawled Leah.
	Shanna’s ass was stricken red; she had cried and fidgeted greatly making odd contortions—all thrilling the spanker, Mick.  His cock was as hard as ever and up to Leah he went firstly face fucking the girl having her suck his balls firstly before taking his cock.
	The girl wasn’t appreciative of the offering; she gagged, retched, very nearly vomited—Mick’s dick hadn’t been cleaned since it had been in this hole and that hole.  It was a little musty and “gamey” and therefore not to the liking of the fifteen year old who eventually spilled that she “occasionally” sucked her boyfriend’s cock.
	“Did he get between your legs, too?” inquired Mick.
	Reluctantly and Leah nodded that it was so.
	“Up the ass, too?”
	Leah wasn’t into that and so it was a no.
	The girl put up some resistance when the naked man whose cock she had almost brought to orgasm in her mouth parted her legs and attempted to fuck her.  She tried to keep her legs closed; she shook her head and begged “NO!”
	Mick smiled and relented.  A new tactic was formed.
	As Leah was thankful for not being raped she was appalled and disgusted when two little girls came out of the darkness—one was in her panties while the other was completely nude.  Leah couldn’t believe it—she knew that the horrid naked man was vile but she didn’t know just how low he could be.
	The girls went up to the man who was sitting in an armless beach chair.
	One of the girls, the one in her panties only, was about five; short very blond hair, very white skin, very young.  She was incredibly cute; smiling and seemingly unawares of what was going on was not normal.  The other girl was about a year older.  She had long braided brown hair; kind of tall, was a lover of sunshine, and also seemed to be unawares of the naughtiness going on about her.
	The dastardly despicable naked man caressed both girls to his person, cupped and squeezed their little butts, and kept his eyes locked onto the horrified Leah.  What was he going to do?  Surely they were too young to mess with—sexually speaking.  Surely!
	Leah watched as the man whispered to the girls and each one then put their fingers about his manly prong.  Leah was sickened.  The girls masturbated the man’s cock; squeezing it, working the shaft then kissing the head!  Leah was repulsed and felt the stirrings of being “sick.”
	“You sick bastard!” she blurted.  “You’re a monster!”
	Mick sighed, “Yes, I know.” And gently put his hand to five year old Lindsy’s head having her “go down” on his cock.  She only took into her mouth the head of his dick but it was horrifying enough for Leah.  She closed her eyes until the dastardly despicable naked monster of a man bitched at her, “Open your eyes and watch!”
	Frightened, Leah opened her eyes to watch as both girls sucked on the man’s penis.  The panties of the younger girl were removed and the man’s hand once more cupped the girls’ butts—slipping a finger between their cheeks.
	“Please, stop!” begged Leah.
	Mick merely smiled to the hapless squirming girl; he said nothing but nodded (to the darkness) and previous players, Nick, Shanna, Angelica, and eight year old flaming red hair youth John David came back into play.  None of them seemed concerned about their surroundings.  Lindsy and “Jill” had sucked their fill of the man’s cock and were being squeezed then placed on his lap together.  Leah’s breath increased and she wondered how much more horror there would be.
	Let’s find out!
	(*note:  this author does not condone such activities or applauds them; he just writes about them!

	Also, this early morn I was reading my paper when I happened to see across the street here in Bristol my 80-something year old Old Lady sprinkling pepper on the bonnet of her car.  She was!  I’m tempted to call the vicar.  Now, I’m not prone to be the one to spread rumors—I only propose them!)
	Shanna and Angelica began sucking on Nick’s dick.  Jill and Lindsy sat on the monster’s naked lap; he hugged and squeezed them, his eyes still locked on the horrified Leah.  The horror train continued.
	Shanna and Angelica went from Nick to John David.  And while second sucker, Angelica, sucked happily on John David, Nick took the girl from behind penetrating her—whether she was being penetrated in the bum or twat wasn’t known.  It didn’t matter—to Leah it was horrifying regardless.
	Nick’s balls slapped and made the only noise in the otherwise silent dungeon.  After his orgasm he sat back giggling and grinning—seemingly admiring the hole where his cock had just been—Angelica’s asshole—and the river of cum drizzling out of it.
	Shanna lay down, her business area facing Leah—that done so as Leah had up close viewing of young John David mounting Shanna and fucking her.  When the fucking commenced, Nick began spanking JD’s ass.  Leah could see well enough the young boy’s cock going in and out of Shanna’s cunt; she shook her head and was just totally aghast—like totally!
	Using Lindsy’s cast off purple panties, Nick cleaned off his cock then came up to the naked man and the two girls on his lap.  Leah shook her head, “NO!” she said aloud.  But both Jill and Lindsy took the boy’s dong and sucked it.
	Leah closed her eyes; the horror—the horror.
	John David came to get his turn, too.  Shanna and Angelica disappeared back into the gloom.  The naked monster adjusted the girls on his lap having Jill firstly laying against his chest, her legs opened wide, his cock right there against her virgin poon.  Both Nick and John David took turns licking the girl’s pussy before the young flaming red haired eight year old took up position to fuck.
	“You should have let me fuck you!” said a smirking Mick.  Leah lost composure and wept.  John David’s little dinky though dinky was hard enough and entered the six year old pussy.  Mick reached up to the standing Nick, caressed the boy’s ass, sucked his dick, and poked his own dick to Jill’s incredibly tight funk hole.
	There was blood coating the young boy’s schlong; once more and Lindsy’s panties were used as a cleaning rag.  Then, more adjusting was made as ready-to-fuck Nick postured himself between the fresh fucked girl’s legs.  Leah had lost it by now and was blubbering uncontrollably.  Nick penetrated Jill’s cunt going all the way in and pumping for two minutes before ejaculation.

	When it came time for little Lindsy’s turn,
	“NO!” almost screamed Leah.
	Mick paused.  He caressed Jill’s chest, fingered her pussy, and locked eye-to-eye with the fifteen year old cheerleader.  He sighed, stretched, farted, and flopped his extremely hard cock against the little girl’s pussy.  Flaring his nostrils and thinking deeply, he nodded.
	“Alright,” he said, “but service them.” 
	Leah looked to the boys in wonderment—she sort of knew what he meant but then wasn’t sure.  The boys went up to the hand bound Leah—cocks at the ready.
	“Suck them.” Mick said sternly.  “Cock, balls, and—” pause for dramatic effect, “asshole.”
	All color left the stricken teen.  Cock and balls were one thing, “asshole” was something all together too weird.  (*what’s the difference between Erotic and Kinky?  A:  Erotic is with a feather.  Kinky is the whole chicken!)
	With great trepidation (and some lingering hesitation), fifteen year old Leah slurped on Nick’s twelve year old dick and John David’s eight year old dick.  She took in their fine young testicles—in doing so to Nick he came on her face and hair.
	Butthole licking wasn’t something Leah had even heard of.  Nick and JD turned about, bent over, spread their cheeks, and grinned big sheepish grins.  Leah—she didn’t grin.  Although heavily repulsed she performed her first rim job (with eyes closed.)
	Then; laying down, she spread her legs (semi willingly) and both boys in turn fucked her.  John David got to go first.  Leah couldn’t believe and lolled her head about rolling her eyes as the youngster did his thing.  He wasn’t particularly good at it—but he did a decent job regardless.  And when done—allotted three very earnest minutes, the boy moved up to straddle the distraught teen’s chest laying his little dinky betwixt her tits.
	“Suck him.” she was ordered by Mick.
	Leah closed her eyes tightly, lost some composure, then latched onto the boy’s dong and sucked it.  The scene of the girl licking the boys’ bung holes reigned supreme in Mick’s mind (the unseen observer’s mind, too!)

I knew you could cum like that but I didn’t know you could cum like THAT!
	She was mindless—pure and simple.  Stunned into a mindless state of being as after John David and then Nick took their turns having sex with her, the horrid despicable naked monster took his turn, too.  A minute insertion and the steady progress of pumping ensued then the cheerleader’s mind just shut down and blanked out.
	Mick slid his manhood expertly into the girl’s quim, slapped her face, tweaked her nipples, and then uncuffed her when he was finished cumming in her.  She made no moves.  There was no indication of “anyone home” at the residence of Leah Badcatt.  Mick brought Jill over to where they lay on the low profile bed and righteously fingered the little girl’s pussy.
	Leah made no indication whatsoever that she was aware.
	Mick put his soiled schlong to Jill’s lips having the girl suck him right there.
	Nothing.
	Laying the little tyke on Leah’s chest, her cunt to Leah’s face, Mick licked the child’s poon then brought her up to Leah’s face.  “LICK HER OUT!” he commanded.
	No response.
	Pulling Jill’s legs back he brought the child’s butt hole right up to Leah’s mouth—“Lick it!”
	Still nothing.
	Mick nodded; though a moment, then positioned himself whereas his cock lay right on Jill’s cunt, his balls on Leah’s mouth.  Slowly he began to hump.  From the darkness there was a horrified “OH MY GOD!” a woman’s voice.  Mick smiled and pressed HARD his cock against Jill’s cunt.  Slowly and did he began an effort of gliding his cock up and down the child’s sex.
	He was sure if Leah was trying something his penetrating Jill’s slit would get her.  Sorry, Leah’s mind had checked out; Out to Lunch.
	Oh, well.

	Nick and DJ happily (mindlessly) humped Shanna, Angelica, Jill and Lindsy.  Mick happily (but not mindlessly) eased himself into Shanna, Angelica, Jill, Lindsy, Nick, and DJ.  Of Lindsy and Jill—mouth only.  He did poke and prod the two youngest girls but did not penetrate them—their sex, anyways.  Keeping a promise to the now mindless Leah?
	To further hear gasps from the darkness, Mick opened Jill and Lindsy’s legs and licked them out.  He raised their legs and tongued their bung holes, shoved his finger in, then spewed ejaculate onto their poons having Shanna and Angelica lick the poons clean.
	Gasps of horror there was heard from the darkness.
	Mick held Jill and Lindsy to him; he patted their little butts, kissed them.
	Leah batted her eyes—a sign of “awareness” or something like.
	Then he sighed, “Care to join us?”	
	From the darkened gloom, “FUCK YOU!” in a haggard shout.
	“Tsk tsk tsk,” snickered Mick, “now that’s not nice.” Nick returned to sight; Mick hugged him, sucked his penis then had Jill and Lindsy suck it.
	Millie blurted out more words that choked her as she spurted.  Like Leah (had been) Millie Barnswallow as bound via fur lined handcuffs hand AND foot.  She lay on another low profile bed in a corner of the makeshift dungeon.  Mick brought the group all over to the distraught woman.
	“Leave my son alone!” she yelled in a very stressed voice.
	“Sorry, love,” Mick said in a so-so Cockney accent, “no can do.”  Then,
	“Open your legs.”
	“FUCK YOU!” she shouted angrily.
	“Exactly!”
	Millie was not as mindless as Leah; she was more the opposite—more pissed off than horrified (although she was also quite pissed, too.)  She did at length give in but it took the bare ass beating of her son and then Angelica before she “spread her legs” as previously commanded.
	Then, while Nick drove his prick into her hot once-in-awhile fucked cunt she sucked on her son’s schlong.  The boy was oblivious to the fact that it WAS his Mom who slurped his bone—the power of Mick’s electronic device was amazing!
	Sucking her son’s cock was one thing—and a vile deplorable thing; but having her fuck her was something she really had a hard time dealing with.  She begged and it took the bare ass beating of Shanna and John David before she conceded.  All the while the boy did his Mother she glared at Mick.  Mick sat on his knees right close with little Lindsy occupying his lap…

*

What happens in the rural countryside only the cow knows
	Although what happens in the City was interesting and very entertaining, Seth Strangle (remember him) found equal delight in the countryside.  After doing some errands for his psychic medium mother he was on a follow-up errand taking him thru the countryside outside of his city.  Midway along his way and his car overheated.  Pulling over to let it cool off he found himself in a conversation with a cow.
	“How’s it hanging?”
	“Moo.”
	“Got any water?”
	“Moo.”
	“Heard any good jokes?”
	“Mooooo.”
	“Knock knock?”
	“Moo.”

	“Uh, moo’s there?”
	“Moo.”
	“Moo who?”
	“Mooooooo!”
	“Good one.”
	Steam still rose up from the car; Seth could just see the cow’s farm at the far end of the pasture.  A good walk.  It wasn’t hot out; the weather was very mild with lingering clouds and cool (but stinky offending) air.
	“Well,” said Seth turning his attention back to the cow who was munching on some grass, “uh, you heard about the duck?”
	“Moooo?”
	A duck waddles into a country general store and goes up to the proprietor behind the counter and says “You got any corn?”
	“No, I aint got any corn.”
	The duck waddles back out the door—only to return the next day asking,
	“You got any corn?”
	The proprietor shakes his head, “No, no corn.” And the duck leaves again.
	Back again the next day the duck waddles in and asks the same,
	“Got any corn?”
	By now the proprietor is getting pissed, “NO, I aint got any corn!”
	The duck ruffles his feathers and scurries out the door—and is back the next day asking the same thing, “Got any corn?”
	“NO!” shouts the proprietor, “And if you come in again asking for corn I’m gonna nail your little webbed feet to the floor!”
	The duck ruffles his feathers and scurries out the door.
	The next day—in comes the duck.  The proprietor eyes him; the duck waddles in, ruffles his feathers and asks, “You got any nails?”
	Taken by surprise the proprietor shakes his head, “No, no nails.”
	“Got any corn!?”

	A red tailed hawk flew across the open pasture; the stench of cow droppings filled the air but Seth was getting used to it.  He saw a couple of horses, a black one and a brown one over to the side of the pasture—then it looked like there was a little fawn between the two as they munched grass.
	“Moo.”
	“Moo?  Er, uh, what?  Moo?”
	“Moo, moo—moo—moo.”
	“Three ducks walk into a bar?  Ok, and?”
	“Moo.”  Three ducks waddle into a bar.

	First duck orders a beer and pretzels and seems very happy.
 	The bartender serves him smiling asking “How’s your day been?”
 	“Great!” says the duck, “Lovely day!  Been in and out of puddles all day!”
 	“Well, that’s good.” and turns to the second duck.
 	“What’ll have?” 
 	“Beer!” says the second duck, “And pretzels!”
 	The bartender serves the duck noting how happy he seems like the first duck.
 	“You been having a good day, too?”
 	“Great!” says an exuberant second duck, “Lovely day, been in and out of puddles all day!”
 	The bartender comes to the third duck and says, “So, you been in and out of puddles, too?”
 	“No,” says the third duck, “I’m Puddles!”
	
	By then the car had cooled down and Seth nodded to the cow and left.
	The rural road Seth drove on wound this way and thru with tracts of trees here, rocky hills here, lush meadows over there—not a lot of traffic.  There was a small town, two of them in fact, twenty-five miles apart.  One was a little bigger than the other so Seth made for it—it was a little before four in the afternoon.  He had doubts that a “car parts” store would be there to help him with his overheating car—but maybe some local yokel could help out just the same.
	Half way along to the larger town and the car began to overheat again.
	Pulling over to wait and he chanced upon three kids hoofing it across the meadow on the right.  They had backpacks on and were hustling along being a little nervous and apprehensive about the presence of Seth Strangle.  But with the hood of his ride up and steam billowing out they deemed he was not a threat and they continued on their way.
	Until a deputy sheriff’s car came along.
	“Can I help you?” the young officer of the county law asked.
	Seth shrugged, “Just letting it cool down.”
	Seth leaned nonchalantly against his blue late model muscle car; he asked the deputy if there was a place in town that could help him.  The deputy shook his head, noting the need for a radiator hose and the likelihood of a stuck thermostat and the likelihood that the car part shop he needed would be closed.
	The deputy was about to say something more, offer help or a suggestion when,  “54, this is dispatch, can you go see the disturbance at Wally Fieldanhopper?”
	The deputy answered he was on his way.
	Seth stretched, farted, and noted some water in the ditch.  That could help.
	Too late did Seth realize the value of duct tape, or other possible essentials for instant car repair.  But a handkerchief wrapped about the split of the radiator hose and a utilizing a cast off plastic gallon milk jug he refilled the radiator.  As he made repairs he took note of the three kids coming up out of the tall well overgrown grass at the meadow fence and gather at the ditch crossing.
	After the deputy sheriff’s car zoomed away to Wally’s farm the kids were zapped one-two-three.  Now there was a quandary as the kids were settled into his ride—to proceed to the town or slip off somewhere off the main road.  He was out of his territory, didn’t know the layout of the area; there were lots of dirt roads going off from the main road—he didn’t know them but the county law did.
	With the car so-so repaired and day type time fading, the town ahead rolling up its sidewalks, Seth eased down a dirt road off the main road.  Just into the thick of the woods a few miles.  Then,
	Ronald Heyberry, Penny Maybrook, and Francesca Arnoldwrap were his passengers.  Twelve years of age each of them with Ronald seven months from being thirteen; Penny was five months away from being a fully fledged teen and Franny three months closer.
	The three were running away.
	Penny regarded herself as Ronald’s love interest—secretly.
	Franny was Ronny’s love interest but she didn’t feel the same.
	However, Franny enjoyed Ron’s company AND willingly engaged in hanky and panky with him.  But she wasn’t his girlfriend.  Seth Strangle had begun to find the joys of Q&A.
	There was still plenty of daylight; Seth checked around for a security check and satisfied that they were relatively secure he had Ronald Heyberry step out of the car.
	‘Take off your clothes.’
	Ronald paused a moment then complied.  Seth looked him over, for being twelve he wasn’t a bad looking fellow; then, while looking the boy over backside noted the welts on his backside, legs, and ass.  Recent welts, too.
	‘Take off your clothes.’
	Penny Maybrook cocked her head, squinted her eyes and stared at Seth; then she peeled off her clothes and laid out in the backseat of the car for Seth’s appraisal.  She was a pretty girl, kind of plain and almost flat chested.  Reddish blond hair in long twin braided hair.  She had a “stern” face, decently tan arms and legs as well as face.
	Francesca had tan arms but not much elsewhere.  She wore a green cotton dress jumper; perfect attire for a “farm girl.”  The outfit went to her knees; she wore a short sleeved light airy blouse, pigtailed hair of brown, a round face with some freckling, amazing blue eyes, and a serious face.
	Plaid red/black panties were under the girl’s dress and when they were tugged down (and then off) expert pussy investigator Seth determined easily that the girl was not a virgin—NOT!  Seth was in need; he shed his clothes and firstly enjoyed expertly enjoying the girl’s pussy.  Penny was not a virgin, either, but there was something about Francesca that drew the horny mind manipulating teen.  He sent just a couple of minutes lubing up the girl’s cunt, fingering it, then mounted and eased his cock effortlessly into her crevice.
	It was a snug fit.  Her pussy gleefully wrapped his invader sending sensations shivering all over the naked teen’s body.  Boning teenage girls was good but younger girls was gooder!
	After he had cum and dwelled a few minutes kissing the girl, sucking on her titties, cupping and squeezing her ass while he settled down from fucking, horndog Ronald “Ronnie” took his turn.
	‘Have you already boned her?’ an inquiring mind wanted to know.
	“Yes.” was the answer.  But it was Penny who wanted him to bone her!
	Ronnie was a special kid; he was the son of the county’s sheriff.
	Franny was the new girl in town and although Penny had known Ronnie since they were kids, Franny and Ronnie seemed to hit it off right off infuriating Franny.  Penny was a gruff girl, tomboy, played rough games with the boys, and was not into “girl” doings whatsoever.
	Seth noted that though Penny was a virgin, she did not wish to be so.  She wanted her first fuck to be from Ronald!  But—there was a problem, openly and Penny despised Ronald.  Secretly and she pinned for him.  Inasmuch as boys please themselves thinking of some girl or other—Penny frigged herself into euphoric orgasms thinking of Ronald.  Awesome!
	After Ronald fucked Franny of whom he had fucked more than once, Seth peeked into his mind concerning the welts to his young body.  Pieced together with Penny and Franny and here’s their story:
	Not always “merry” in Merrytown
	As everyone knows, men and boys lie.
	Men lie about whose lipstick that is on their shirt collar; boys lie about whose responsible for the broken window.  Some boys don’t start lying until they are a little older; Ronald Heyberry fibbed to his sheriff daddy when he was nigh but six years old.  Although little Ronnie didn’t break the window so Old Man Winterart explained to Sheriff Andy Heyberry, little Ronnie knew’d who did.  And he wasn’t tellin’.  He fibbed that he and some other boys were “just playing” baseball and some “new” kid actually threw the wayward ball.
	Mr. Winterart didn’t believe him and neither did his daddy.
	So, after a confrontation with his six year old son, the boy was marched up to his room whereupon once inside the sanctity—and security, of his room—
	“Take ‘em off.” commanded his single irate daddy.
	Little Ronnie had been here before, he shed all of his clothes then got onto his bed whereupon sheriff daddy laid into him—with bare hand to little boy bare butt.  Repeatedly until the youngster began to squirm and his little butt turn red.  Then, he was turned over, his ankles grasped and legs lifted.  Then, Daddy Andy laid into the boy some more.
	That was a clear memory ever present in Ronald’s mind.
	Another ingrained memory was Ronald once more naked in his room being spanked while standing.  He was about a year older.  What the offense was for such brash treatment wasn’t known.  The next ingram found young Ronald pressed nakedly against his bed being belted.  An irate sheriff furiously lashed his eight year old naked son with his own dress/utility belt—the black 2-inch wide belt commonly used by law enforcing type people.
	At nine years of age, something new was added.  After being whipped by his daddy, the nine year old Ronald was pulled off of his bed.  He wept hard, rubbed his burning ass, then stood with open mouth as his daddy “whipped it out.”  His cock.  His daddy cock.  The cock was hard and into Ronnie’s mouth it went.  Daddy Andy pressed a hand to the back of the still sniveling boy’s head and made him suck-suck-suck.
	At ten years of age, after an ass beating, no sucking but fucking!
	On his bed, on his back, holding his own legs back, a naked Sheriff Heyberry plunged his daddy dick into his son’s dirt chute.  The back of the boy’s legs were on fire as was his ass and backside.  Andy Heyberry made full anal penetration sodomizing his young son until he creamed the boy’s hole.
	Then there was Penny.  Penny had an older sister who was the apple of her family’s eye.  She could do no wrong—and apparently didn’t.  She had an angel’s voice, was on the honor roll, a year ahead of her classmates, was an advocate for social changes involving the environment.  She was perfect and Penny—was not.
	And no matter what Penny did or tried—it wasn’t as good as her older “perfect” sister—whatever Penny did to shine her own penny it was never good enough.  When another “perfect” girl came into her social, Francesca, and took a strong liking to her secret love, Ronald, and Ronald took a liking to her—Penny was pushed over the proverbial edge.
	She began following Franny and Ronny—mostly Franny to see if the good-two-shoes was all what she appeared to be.  Unfortunately she was.  However, her home life wasn’t all that pristine.  Her mother was an alcoholic and her father—her father was a possible pervert.  Penny noted one time (while spying) the man hugging Franny—and slipping a hand up under the girl’s dress essentially copping a feel.
	“Oh, Papa,” cried out Franny, “not now!”
	Penny made a note then sought out her love (secret).
	She thought of increasing her spying (on Ronald) with the thought that if she could see her love in his natural habitat (home) on his own without pesky Franny hogging him she might have a chance.  But then, no—she didn’t want anyone especially Ronald—to know she loved him!  It was complicated.  She pinned deeply for Ronald, she fingered herself thinking of getting boned by him—but to maintain the façade that she despised the boy she had to maintain her gruffness.
	She hoped to learn all about her love, learn some secrets or find some commonality that could help her win him over.  She thought maybe they could have a secret love together.
	It was a daring venture—sneaking into the boy’s house, the house of the sheriff.  That was trespassing!  It was a two-story home, old furnishings, paintings, country style from the 60s.  Ronald’s mother had passed away when the boy was quite young—how or why wasn’t known.
	Scampering about in Ronald’s room she hoped to learn the idiosyncrasies that made up Ronald Heyberry.  She learned more than she bargained for.  First, he was supposed to be gone for the day but then suddenly showed up unexpectedly trapping Penny.  There was no place to hide—‘cept in his closet.
	Ronald came into his room and to her surprise—stripped off his clothes and flopped onto his bed.  Then began masturbating!  Penny nearly fainted.  There her love was—naked.  There her love was naked on his bed playing with himself.  It was unbelievable—sensational even!  Soon and Penny was working her ownself into a tizzy playing with her sex.
	Then Ronald rolled over and spanked himself!
	There was his lovely near lily white ass and he was swatting himself!
	Penny got moist.
	Then,
	“Helloooo,” a voice called from down below, “is anyone home?”
	The front door was open but the screen door closed—it was the country life where most peoples didn’t bother with locking doors of their homes.  Ronald flew into his clothes then opened his bedroom door saying “Hey!  Come on up!”
	Penny clenched herself as who should come up but Francesca.  Grrrr!
	The two were impossible; hugging, light peck kissing, and being totally sickening as they giggled and stood in the middle of the room holding hands.  Ronald flopped onto his bed exclaiming “What a day!” and proceeded to blab about this and that—nothing turning out right laying across the width of his bed with a very visible erection in his brown cords.
	Penny saw it—so did Franny.
	“My goodness!” she perked.  “Who have you been thinking about?”
	Slightly embarrassed, Ronald sat up grabbing his pillow to cover his lap.
	With a shrug, “No one special—just you.”
	Franny giggled, “Well,” she said, “aren’t I special?”
	To wit Ronald quipped, “Yes you are, very special!”
	“Then you don’t have to cover yourself.” The girl stated factly and marched up to her beau removing the pillow.  Ronald lay back again undoing his pants pushing them down.  No undies.  In his rush to dress he had skipped sliding on his basic tidy-whiteys, they lay off to one side.  Franny blushed and giggled as she eyed Ronald’s exposed schlong.
	“My goodness!” Franny blurted again.
	Ronald blatantly flopped his penis, spread his legs and began re-playing with his cock.  Franny reached up under her dress and pulled down her panties!  Hiding in the closet Penny that she would faint.  Franny also slipped off her dress to stand stark naked before the now naked Ronald.
	Continuing to play with his prick, Franny was seemingly enticed and came up to the now naked boy.  She took over playing, squeezed the hardened member, then—to like totally blow Penny’s mind—the girl “went down” on Ronald’s cock sucking it.  She did!
	She sucked and sucked and sucked then sucked some more.
	Then she mounted him.
	Penny felt strange sensations all over her; a little pissed off, kinda embarrassed, confused, jealous, and sexually tingly.  Franny was on top of  Ronny giving Penny insight on sexual penetration.  It was a sex education she couldn’t believe.  Ronny placed his hands on Franny’s ass and drove his preteen cock all the way into the girl’s sex.  Penny’s fingers were very slick as she stirred up her juices.  Very-very muchly did she want to be on top of Ronny—she also wanted to see Franny licking her pussy!  It was just a thought.
	At length and the two lovers on the bed rolled over.  Now Penny had a nice look of Ronald as he put it to Franny.  Her eyes couldn’t believe what she was seeing.  She frigged herself all the more then felt trickles of personal juices trickling down her legs as Ronald backed up pooching his butt into the air and “going down” on Franny!  He did!
	Penny’s eyes were right on Ronald’s swaying balls.  His cock was dripping cum; it smoldered, even!  She never seen anything so.  Her pretty eyes of blue never left the boy’s swaying/dripping sex—she never watched s he licked out Francesca.
	Then the two lovers were standing, embracing, kissing.
	Ronald fingered Franny; Franny fingered Ronald.  The two then scampered off to the hall shower.  Penny remained in the closet fingering herself!  She was in a bad way.  Finally, though, she decided to scamper off herself.
	Half way down the stairs and who should come home?
	Yep, Sheriff Heyberry.
	There was a quick decision to be made—bust in on Ronny and Franny and let them know of the Sherrif’s unexpected return home or go hide.  Penny wasn’t good and make snap decisions—she fled back to Ronny’s room and into his closet.  She feared the worst.
	Ronny and Franny had showered together and he was doing her doggie-style on the floor when he heard the car door slam.  The two kids flew into their clothes; Franny dove into the shower drawing the plastic shower curtain.  Ronald flew to his room but was seen and called upon by his dad who seemed upset with him.
	Ronald bounded down the stairs to be bitched at about some window of some farmer’s was broken out and he (the farmer) fingered Ronald as one of the boys he saw running away into the woods.  Sheriff Andy knew his son was lying and most likely a part of the miscreant boys.  He pulled off his utility belt but before he whipped his son right then and there the phone rang.  While the Sheriff answered, Ron slipped up the stairs to see Franny.
	Franny had slipped out of the bathroom and was gone.
	She hadn’t made a clean getaway, though; the Sheriff saw her bolting out the backdoor.  Ronald knew what was coming as he heard his pissed off civil servant dad stomping up the stairs yelling “Boy!  You better get be ready time I get there!”
	Ronny stripped off all his clothes to stand naked for his irate Dad.
	The Sheriff came in and pushed his naked son to the bed where the lashing brought tears to Franny.  She had never seen such a rash beating.  All over Ronny’s ass, his legs, and across his back the two-inch wide black leather officer of the law belt struck the boy—repeatedly.

	Young Ronny buried his face into his pillow somewhat silencing his screams.  Penny had to put both her hands over her mouth; her heart was beating so hard she feared the Sheriff would hear it.  Penny had no idea Ronny’s dad was so abusive.  Countless times did the belt lash the boy’s bare behind and legs, and twice across his backside.  Then,
	The boy was roughly turned over.  He still held his pillow over his face as his ankles were grasped and legs lifted up (and back.)  Then yet even more lashing in quick succession until apparently the Sheriff grew too weary and ceased whipping his son.
	For a long while (after the Sheriff departed) did young Ronny lay on his bed.  Trapped in the closet Penny didn’t know what to do.  Ronny couldn’t move; he lay sniveling, crying, yelping in pain and torment.  Penny felt sickened to her stomach and no longer thought of the torrid scene of Francesca laying on top of him.
	At length, the boy got off of his bed; he could barely walk but left his room for the bathroom.  Penny held fast then slipped out of the room and house.
*

Adventure time
	Skipping ahead a couple of days and—
	Ronald, Penny, and Franny were at Dogbark Pond.  It was a remote pond way back in the woods.  No one was talking.  Ronnie had had enough of the beatings by his Sheriff dad; Penny had had an altercation with her mother after her mother once more praised the older sister and ditched the younger sister (Penny.)  The result was a slap.   It stunned both mother (who initiated the slap) and Penny (who received the slap).  Penny knew where she stood in the household—and vowed that she would no longer stand there.
	And all wasn’t so sunny at Francesca’s home, either.  Apparently, Franny’s daddy was a little more amorous than he should be and after an amorous “cop a feel” afternoon cumulating with a near insistence of “suck me”—Franny joined Ronnie and Franny in running away (from home.)
	They came to pause at the pond to collect themselves.  They had backpacks but no real pertinent plan of operation—where to go, shelter, food, how to make their way, laundry.  No one spoke; each had their own worries and concerns.  Ronald was resolute that he would never take another ass beating; Penny was determined that she would never step foot in her house again; Franny was determined not to give her daddy a blowjob or handjob again.
	Again?
	It just came over him—Ronald at the pond, to strip off his clothes and barrel jump into the pond.  It wasn’t very deep, about ten feet.  Very cold as it was fed from an underground natural spring.  His action lightened up the sullen mood with Penny stripping off her clothes and following Ronald.
	Franny was partly aghast—mostly embarrassed.  It was so out in the open.  She took a look around then peeled herself out of her clothes and also barrel jumped into the Darkbark Pond.
	Naked swimming followed by—
	Nothing else.  Just swimming.

	Whether or not Ronald wanted to or desired to fuck Penny wasn’t known, but he put it to the girl (with mind controlled help) while on her knees, Francesca sucked Seth’s cock.  The girl’s daddy was a pervert taking baths with the girl, having her play with his dick, to kiss and suck it.  So far, though, he hadn’t fucked her.
	After sucking, she sucked on Penny’s cunt as she lay on Ronald’s chest, his dick up her butt.  Seth then entered the girl from behind slowly drawing the sash cord about her throat…