August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 8
And the Saga Continues
The Fucking

Cow Tales
	Two robins were sitting in a tree looking over a field a farmer had just plowed.
 	“I’m really hungry,” says one of the bird, “Let’s fly down and find some lunch.”
 	So they flew down to the newly plowed ground that was full of worms.
 	They ate their fill then realized they couldn’t fly.
 	“I’m so full, I don’t think I can fly back up into the tree!” said one.
 	“Well, let’s just lay back here and bask in the warm sun.” said the other.
 	“OK.” said the first.
 	So they plopped down in one of the furrows of the field to bask in the sun.
 	No sooner than they had fallen asleep when a big fat tomcat came up and gobbled them up.  As the cat sat washing his face after his meal, he thought,
 	“I just LOVE baskin’ robbins!”  Moo.
	“Good one.”
	The day was getting on, Merrytown was behind him; the handkerchief has been only a temporary hold to the busted/split radiator hose a replacement hose had been acquired (more on that later) and was doing a so-so job.  Water from the ditch had helped refill the thirsty overheated radiator—using his shoe to hold the water!
	Still, though, the car needed a better solution (and time to cool off.)
	The cow was still at the fence.

	As darkness settled, Seth lit up a doobie and still conversed with the cow.
	“Hey, cow, I saw a poor old lady fall over on the sidewalk.  At least I think she was poor, she only had two dollars in her purse!”
	Moo.
	The cow didn’t seemed amused and actually started to walk off.
	Seth smoked his joint, peed on the fence, farted, then moseyed to his car to see if it had cooled down enough.  The other car he pushed with great effort off the two lane country road into the bushes.  And on reflection realized a major fuck up on his part—prints.  His finger prints were all over the car—not good.
	The trunk, the hood, the door.
	The clothes of Ian and Lori he had bundled up to deposit in the trash somewhere—but the fingerprints.  Hmmm  
	“Hey, cow, know where I can get something to wash prints off a car?”
	“Moo.”
	Seth nodded.  Piss pour planning on his part; just after having his way with the Sheriff’s son, Penny and Franny, and using his infamous sash cord to end their torment, he noted a disabled car along the road.  A small compact car, modern, disabled.  
 	After the demise of Ronald, Penny, and Francesca—disposing of their bodies was next up.  Not a priority but on the list.  The woods were a good choice, the tall grass, and the ditch running alongside the road.  Just before darkness settled he noted the culvert running under the road.  It was choked with debris and suitable for the stuffing of three naked young peoples.
	Back to the disabled car.
	Two young adults seemed to be fussing with the trunk of the car.
	Seth’s ride was a couple hundred yards away on the opposite side of the road.
	“Problem?” Seth said not spooking the pair as he had been spotted waltzing up.  The young adult male wore a shirt depicting a higher form of learning from a very nice university in a neighboring state.  The female wore normal day clothes and was lighthearted—her boyfriend was cautious, serious, and pissed off.
	The area seemed apropos for taking pictures; very scenic with the trees, pastures, roaming livestock, all being very picturesque and perfect for an impromptu photo shoot.  Then, upon returning to HER car it was discovered the keys were in the back floorboard.
	Good place for them!
	No spare.
	Her purse and all their personal things that could possibly help—cell phone and such were not on their person but inside the locked car.  Collin, the young adult male, was attempting to break into the car thru the secured trunk (boot.)  He wasn’t having much luck.
	Not a car one had come along the rural road.
	Seth returned to his car and pulled up behind and brought out a handy and dandy tool—a screwdriver!  Then, while Collin fiddled with disabling the locking mechanism,
	‘Do you suck his cock?’
	“Yes.” answered Julie aloud.  She had nice long brown hair that hung loose over her chest; a nice small framed body, tight jeans, a junior at the university, on her way to be a child psychologist.  She had a bit of an overbite, hailed from a New England state and was also an aspiring actress.
	Boyfriend Collin was on his way to being an architect.  He was tall, had a beard, thin build, stressed easily.
	‘Take it up the ass?’
	“Yes.”
	Seth asked no more questions but had the girl undress—right there and then on the road beside her car.  Collin worked feverishly jamming the screwdriver into the lock—then noticed his stripping girlfriend.
	“What the fu—” he said, then suddenly realized that Seth must be mind controlling her.  He whirled but too late, Seth popped him upside the head with a handy-dandy rock.  Collin stumbled falling onto the car twitching from severe head trauma.  Julie stood completely naked nearby unphased.
	Although Seth had had some good sex with Penny and Franny, he was still capable of more.  And there was no better place than to do a girl than on a rural country road—all the while her boyfriend twitched on the road nearby.
	Making love to Julie in the middle of a country road was something—really something!  The young collegiate was mostly mindless—Seth didn’t really like his Subjects to be completely mindless and not knowing that they were being boned.  He gave the girl a good doinking; then turned her over taking her behind from behind.  As he neared orgasm in her ass he drew the sash cord tight.  As her life succumbed to its end and, the young woman’s mind was released.  In doing so, she freaked out as she realized something was terribly wrong.	
	Afterwards and there was the business of doing something with the bodies.
	The culvert came to mind—already partially full with three Merrytown residents what was two more?  To complicate things, he stripped Collin’s clothing off, too.  Then pushed and shoved the naked bodies into about the middle of the under the road culvert then returned to the cow to discuss the matter of fingerprints.
	“Moo.” said the cow.
	“Moo yourself,” said a slightly put off Seth.  “I got a real problem here.”
	“Moo.”
	“Back at ya.”
	Just then a powerful stench erupted into Seth’s nostrils—stung his eyes, too.
	“Gawd almighty!” bitched Seth, “Is that you?”
	“Moooo!” said the cow and slung his head violently swishing her tail.
	The stench was not from the cow; the stench was powerful and rank.
	“Smells like a shit house exploded!”
	“Mooo!” exactly.
	Tredging across the pasture in search of the “source” and Seth came upon the outskirts of a farm.  Small outbuildings, a tree with a tire swing, farm implements, and a truck carrying a day’s load of shit.  Really.
	A septic tank with the tank “full” of it of about 1500 gallons.
	The stink was incredible.  The truck was parked “a ways” away from the farm house.  Not light one was on in the farm house—or anywhere else.  Seth stood and thought a moment, then got into the old ratty truck and fired it up driving back the way he had come—thru the pasture.  He kept the lights off and hoped if anyone was home they wouldn’t hear the old truck lumbering.
	Once back to Julie’s car—he sprayed it with the contents of the shit truck.
	The stink nearly knocked him down.
	When the car was thoroughly doused with matter of the fecal kind the nearly emptied truck was returned.  Seth moseyed back to his own ride finding that it wouldn’t start.  He sat and fumed for a few minutes—the stink of Julie’s car was really overpowering.
	“Hey, cow, nice night, huh?”
	“Moo.”
	“My girlfriend thinks that I’m a stalker.  Well, she’s not exactly my
girlfriend yet.”
	“Moo!”
	“Wait, I got more,” Seth said showing another side of him,
	“Went for my routine checkup and everything seemed to be going fine until he stuck his finger up my ass!  On the upside, though, he is a good dentist.”
	“Moo!”
	“I was explaining to my girlfriend that when you die you get reincarnated but must come back as a different creature.  She said she would like to come back as a cow.  I said, “You're obviously not listening”.
	Silence from the cow.
	“Sorry,” said Seth, “sensitive cow are you?”
	“Moo.” said the Jersey bobbing her head.
	“Well, you can say lots of bad things about pedophiles but at least they
drive slowly past schools.”
 	“A buddy of mine has just told me he’s getting it on with his girlfriend and her twin.  I said “How can you tell them apart?”  He said “Her brother’s the one with the mustache.”
	The cow shook her head slowly and wandered off.

	Farmer Jack was in the fertilized egg business.  He had several hundred young pullets, and a few roosters to fertilize the eggs.  He kept records, and any rooster not performing went into the soup pot and was replaced.  This took a lot of time, so he bought some tiny bells and attached them to his roosters.  Each bell had a different tone so he could tell from a distance which rooster was performing.  
 	Now, he could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report by just listening to the bells.  Jack's favorite rooster, old Butch, was a very fine specimen, but one morning he noticed old Butch’s bell hadn’t rung at all!  When he went to investigate he saw the other roosters were busy chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing, but the pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover.
 	To Jack’s amazement, old Butch had his bell in his beak, so it couldn’t ring.
He’d sneak up on a pullet, do his job, and walk on to the next one.  Jack was so proud of old Butch, he entered him in the County Fair and he became an overnight sensation among the judges.
 	The result was the judges not only awarded old Butch the “No-Bell Piece Prize,” but they also awarded him the “Pullet Surprise” as well!
 	Clearly old Butch was a politician in the making; who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of the most coveted awards on the planet by being the best at sneaking up on the unsuspecting populace and screwing them when they weren’t paying attention! 
 	(Vote carefully next election—the bells are not always audible!)
 	(Politicians are people who, when they see the light at the end of the tunnel, order more tunnel.)

*

Familiar themes themeingly familiar
	It took a little time but Seth managed to push his car all the way down to the “T” intersection pointing his car in the direction of the smaller town.  By the time the sun was rising the ’69 muscle car miraculously started.  Clouds had come and for no other reason than “just because” he motored towards the smaller town opposite of Merrytown.
	A few miles shy of Lorrytown and a cloud burst opened up.  Seth pulled over under a huge oak tree.  Crawling into the backseat pulling an emergency wool blanket over him he sought sleep and was not denied.
	What awoke him (hours later) was a huge thunder clap seemingly right above him.  It shook the car (and its driver!)  The radiator hose (acquired from Julie’s car) wasn’t a perfect fit but it worked.  The car fired up and Seth moved on towards Lorrytown coming upon a car just skidded off the road cockeyed into the ditch.
	The teens in the car were a little shaken up—which was good giving Seth time to zap them.  Two girls and a boy, siblings the three of them.  The oldest was driving, Holly Anne.  She was seventeen and dazed already; the recent thunder clap spooked her and she skidded off the road dazing her siblings, Kurtis and Erica.
	The rain let up but Seth didn’t like being so close (5 miles) to the town.
	Regardless, he had Holly lay in the backseat of his car working her kinda tight black jeans down.  Brother Kurtis waited by the wayside while sister Erica lay out in the front seat working her purple not-too-tight jeans down.  Seth eyed both girls; Holly Anne was seventeen, brother Kurtis James was fifteen, Erica Elane was a nice thirteen.
	And Erica Elane was the prettiest—of course!
	‘Virgin?’ Seth quietly inquired as he helped pull Holly’s pants off (along with her shoes.)
	“No.” answered Holly.
	Seth didn’t think so.  He removed the girl’s bikini panties then positioned the girl’s legs back with her socked feet up on the headliner.  Seth firstly fingered her pussy, fingered her asshole, then dropped his pants and entered the girl fully.
	Prying into her mind he learned that she and brother Kurtis were out and out fucking.  Sister Erica was giving him head “occasionally” but not often and not into her sex—but a couple of times up her ass.  She most often watched Holly and Kurtis fuck.
	‘Do you watch while naked?’ he asked of Erica (later).
	“Yes.”
	She masturbated while watching, too.
	Seth eased in and out of Holly, humped her gash, poked her asshole (and penetrated) then finished off in her pussy.  It was a good fuck.  Holly and Kurtis been fucking since she was twelve (and he was ten!)  She sucked his dick but didn’t like the taste of his offering.  Taking it in the ass was only to appease her horny brother.  They showered together allowing him his only time to pee on her.
	And they were, of course, Christians!  Of course!  They were in a Christian band, played at churches and school events, and had a CD out, too!  Despite the many years of getting boinked by her own brother—Holly’s cunt was decently snug.  Long silky dark brown hair, wonderful brown eyes, a sweet enlightened face, perfect teeth, good sized titties, too.  Seth fondled those titties while his cock rested on the outside of her sex.  Her legs had been let down and a car went by.
	Sunshine was trying to poke its way thru the thick mass of clouds but the clouds would have none of it.  Another car went by going in the opposite direction, a truck with squeaky moaning brakes came to a stop at the intersection then roared its way to Merrytown.
	Seth went to Erica, taking time to eat her young pussy out.  She was a virgin!  Her brown hair was light brown and feathered; a long narrow face she had, brown eyes, a lighthearted happy-go-lucky girl who most often jacked her brother off and helped guide his cock into their sister’s orifices.

	Kurtis stripped off his clothes—as per command of Seth, then mounted Holly and fucked her well.  Most times and Kurtis had his weenie wrapped prior to insertion into his sisters.  Holly Anne utilized various methods of over-the-counter products to ensure no pregnancy.
	Kurtis was fucking no other girls—but secretly wanted to.
	After Seth did Erica he sat back to admire his cum drizzling out of her cunt like a river.  A light rain began again and Kurtis had cum in Holly.  Seth had Erica suck her brother back to hardness—which wasn’t a hard task to do.  And once he was hard he crammed his re-hardened rod into the girl’s asshole.  Seth entered Holly finding her hole there deliciously snug.

	Inasmuch as boning Julie was good, fucking Holly and Erica was better.  They were teens and that was a part of it.  Seth wasn’t so much into deciphering the reason whyfore he preferred teenage girls over young adult women.  He didn’t want to read too much into it psychologically speaking.  He took his time more with Holly and Erica—sodomized Holly as she remained on her back with her legs pulled way back angling her asshole for his cock.
	For Erica, she was turned over, spanked, and with her knees on the ground, Seth entered her from behind while her brother sat in the passenger seat getting sucked on by the girl.
	Just as he was cumming and Kurtis, too; Seth pulled tightly the sash cord about the young Christian girl’s throat ending her singing career.  She choked and sputtered having double indemnity—sucking her brother’s cock and her throat being choked.
	Holly, Kurtis, and Erica were stuffed into the culvert where it was already stuffed with others.  With the rain the creek flowing into the under-the-road channel was full of water and debris making the task of stuffing bodies a difficult one.  So difficult that Seth cut his hand deep on a snag of the culvert.
	His driving hand, too.
	The rain come in a torrential downpour.  More than once did Seth slip and fall making his way back to the car.  He was bleeding pretty good; probably could use some medical help.  Wrapping his hand in a rag he motored on to Lorrytown—except he was facing the wrong direction and didn’t know it (due to the heavy proliferation of rain.)  And it was to note that the heavy rain had washed off the soilage on Julie’s car.  Damn!
	Blood had soaked thru the rag, the cut was deep and his hand throbbing.

	The heavy downfall made visibility difficult but he saw an old country sign
	“DOCTOR PROCKTOR MD” swinging in the rain breeze.  It was a little after noon o’clock on a Saturday.  Seth rapped on the door, rang the buzzer, and was greeted by a nice looking young adult woman, the doctor’s daughter and nurse.  She immediately brought the injured Seth in and called for the doctor.  Neither were in official attire but by the pictures on the wall, plaques and certificates of achievement—Seth determined that the “doctor” and “nurse” were a father/daughter team.
	Seth didn’t have insurance but he had money.  That was better than insurance; no paperwork!  
	The cut was deep; Seth explained he had had car trouble and while tending to it (in the pouring rain) he slipped and fell into the ditch cutting his hand of something sharp.  The doctor was a man in his sixties; his daughter-nurse was in her late twenties.  The cut was right into the meat of the right hand.  It was deep.
	And being soaked to the skin juxtaposed with a injury he was afforded the hospitality of the Proctor’s—their home was behind the office; the home was attached.  The office was with a front cozy waiting room, exam room, so on.  The home was a cozy abode where a young girl came running amok down the hall carrying a blue plush duckie and a bath towel—and not wearing a stitch of clothing!
	Eleven year old granddaughter, Lilly, came running with a bath towel (clothed) and exasperated chasing after the wayward naked sibling.  Nurse Abby waylaid the naked child whisking her up (and unwarily giving Seth The Strangler! an eye full of the little girl’s nakedness.
	Seth, though, was in too much pain to give the little naked wonder much attention.  Dr. Proctor escorted Seth into the exam room and took care of his wound while Abby took care of her sister’s children.
	After some stitches and medicine, Seth was moved to the living room to sit b the fire and enjoy some hot apple cider.  He got good and comfy alright—he fell asleep!  When he awoke—it was with a startle.  Then he stretched, farted, and noted that it was evening type time according to the mantel piece above the roaring fireplace.  He stretched some more than settled for a brief rest while awake.  His hand throbbed; his wallet was lighter by a couple hundred bucks but oh well.
	Then he heard a sound.
	A familiar sound.
	Outside the rain was still pouring.
	The urge to pee filled him; he rose and found himself a little dizzy and had to sit back down.  The “sound” he heard grabbed him, though, and after a moment of regaining himself he arose from the very comfy chair slowly.  Down the hall to the bathroom the little girl had darted of earlier to have a real healthy piss.
	Then he washed his face.  He felt a little ill, feverish even.
	The sound drew his curiosity leading him to a little insight—
	In a room further into the Doctor’s house there was nurse Abby laying over her doctor daddy’s lap; it was his personal den—shelves and shelves of books and books; a large fish tank occupied lots of space on one wall; there was a Franklin stove in a corner; more plaques of accomplishments and adorations on the wall.  Abby Proctor lay across her daddy’s lap with her skirt outfit pushed up over her waist and her panties at her ankles.  The man was spanking her.
	Seth wanted to watch—wanted to participate but didn’t feel well enough to do so.  Somehow he made it back to the cozy living room and fell slumpingly into that very cozy chair.  His stomach churned and he was dizzy.  After a sigh, a righteous fart, he relaxed and found sleep.

	Some hours later he awoke again—another need to pee.  Now along with his throbbing hand his head throbbed and stomach growled.  The rain had let up at least.  Back to the bathroom for a good healthy pee; then back to the doctor’s den where he was privy to watching the little girl, Sally, being highly examined by her grandpa.
	The good Doctor was playing “doctor” with his five year old granddaughter; she was with very blond hair, blue eyes, and near lily white skin.  Sitting on her grandpa’s desk (with her legs spread wide) she was “examined”.  Dr. Proctor had a tongue depressor opening the child’s vagina.  He then applied his own tongue licking her delicate poon to his delight.  There was also some tickling involved—little Sally giggled and apparently peed on her grandpa’s face.
	This act got her a spanking.
	Not hard, but there was definite “slap” to the child’s ass as her legs were pulled upwards and her little bottom swatted swiftly.  Just a couple of times.  Little Sally didn’t cry but she didn’t overly like being spanked, either.  The Doctor returned to licking her little pussy out followed by whipping out his 65 yr old cock and laying it against her sex and gliding his prong up and down her little slit.
	Minutes later and he unloaded a copious amount of cum.
	He moaned satisfaction and rubbed the head of his cock all over the spilled sperm seemingly trying deeply to penetrate.
	Suddenly, Seth was aware of someone coming—the other coming.
	Quickly he darted to an adjoining room (a bedroom of the eleven year old).
	Dr. Proctor’s daughter, Abby came out of her room and peeked into the den,
	“Daddy!” she exclaimed annoyed at what she saw.  “I thought we agreed not to involve her!”
	The Doctor took a turn at being annoyed—at being busted.
	“I’m not penetrating her.” he said flatly.
	“That’s not the point!” the daughter piped back.
	Dr. Proctor, John Proctor, shrugged off his daughter’s disdain with partly a glare.  “Come here, then,” he said to her, “suck me clean.”
	Abby stood her ground at the door, pursed her lips shaking her head.  She also clenched her fist.  Behind him, in bed, eleven year old Lilly moaned as she fingered herself IN HER SLEEP!
	Decisions-decisions!
	He continued watching the father/daughter; doctor/nurse.
	Little Sally remained on the desk inadvertently fingering herself as she munched on a cinnamon cookie—all the while her aunt sucked cock.  She also got the task of cleaning off the spilled spunk on Sally’s pussy.  While doing so, the good country doctor humped the woman’s head.
	By then and Seth was hard-hard-hard.
	In bed, Lilly fingered herself, moaned, tossed and turned, rolled onto her stomach and seriously “got after it.”
	Seth minded to her (without the use of the electronic gadget he had come so well to love finding those magic powers embedded in him) having her continue her efforts to cum and not pay attention to his presence.  With that done, Seth removed the bedding concealing her, turned on a light on the dresser, and admired the girl as she ought to be—naked.
	A nice girl, good form, good posture, dark shoulder length hair, nice budding breasts, and not a virgin.  Seth didn’t pry too much—he didn’t feel so well to do so.  He shed his clothes, got on the bed, positioned himself up against the girl’s ass and entered her pussy.  Hands on her hips he pumped easily finding himself a little too stressed and previously shagged out to fully enjoy the illicit deed.  He managed to cum, though.  He wanted to spank the girl but felt his energy quickly draining.
	Leaving the bedroom he noted the den door shut and no light creeping out from under.  He moved along the wall, literally, to the cozy living room before realizing he was naked—his clothes in a piled heap in Lilly’s bedroom.  Turning around and there was Abby.  She was already stunned at the naked teenager—and barely did Seth have the imbued power to subdue the woman.  She was dressed in a two piece pajama set with no undies.  Seth didn’t feel well—but well enough to have the woman strip for him then suck his cock.
	Somehow, the cock got hard.  Then, right there before the roaring fire, Seth fucked the woman.  He didn’t cum, though, his balls were empty.  It was a good fuck, though, just the same.  No Q&A, he didn’t think of it and didn’t have the power to do so.
	And just before he slipped off to sleep—
	“Damn!” he remembered his clothes in Lilly’s bedroom.
	After securing his clothes, dressing, he had Abby dress herself.  Then, about to faint, he stood (clothed) before the still stunned womanly—and collapsed into her arms.  When nextly he awoke he was in a bed shivering uncontrollably as an infection ravaged his body.  Abby was at his bedside holding his hand.
	“You have a fever,” she said, “but you’re in good care.”
	Seth lay shivering feeling the grasp of Death.  Dr. Proctor, however, would have none of that—no one died in his house! (that wasn’t to say no one had EVER died under his care, though.)
	Anyways, Seth drifted in and out of consciousness—a feeling he didn’t care for not too mention the inability to be in control of himself.  It was a little disconcerting to say the least.  Finally, though, sleep restful sleep came to him.  When he re-awoke hours later he was refreshed—a little more than walking dead.  His hand still throbbed but he was no longer tingling.  He felt better but in need of a good hot soak in a tub—Seth was not really one for showering.  The rain had stopped leaving the air “sparkling” clean and well scented with country life.
	It was Sunday, near noon.  A note was left for Seth, “Help yourself to the kitchen  Be back soon  Gone to Church  Abby”
	Church!?  Really?
	He took a quick shower and thought of going home.
	Then he found some tasty roast beef in the fridge, some ham, and cold fried chicken.  He loved cold fried chicken!  There, too, was some fudge brownies and ice cream in the freezer.  The note said “Help yourself!”

	After a chat with his Mom, Seth copped a squat on the toilet (and rummaged thru the hamper across from where he sat.)  Panties.  Lilly, Sally, and Abby.  Why Lilly and Sally were staying with their aunt and grandpa wasn’t known—and Seth didn’t care.  He did his business, mused over the panties, then returned to the comfy chair by the fire he was beginning to like.  The fire had gone out so he made a new one, munched on another brownie and downed a big glass of milk.  Then he took a nap.
	Only to be awakened half an hour later by someone dashing in thru the front door.  It was a flash, followed by two more.  One was little Sally.  Seth rubbed his eyes, farted, stretched, then sunk into the chair not really caring.  He was vaguely aware of someone (Abby most likely by the perfume) leaning over him.  Keeping his eyes closed she checked his hand then left.  She lingered at the door, though, Seth maintained “sleep” and she moved on.
	Seth waited until the mantel clock chimed one o’clock.  Then slowly he moved feeling more of himself.  No one seemed about.  Fresh air zoomed in thru the open window in the kitchen; the screen door was open, too.  Down the hall and something was going on.  Let’s go see!
	The door to the Doctor’s den was closed.  Seth paused and strained to listen hearing the telltale sounds of a bare butt being spanked.  The house was old having those doors with skeleton locks.  This enabled Seth to kneel—and make the floorboard squeak—but he also heard “squeaking” from down the hall (in Abby’s room.)
	Peering thru the key hole he could just barely see Lilly laying across her Grandpa’s lap.  She was being spanked, her panties were at her ankles.  No other details were possible.
	His powers though mighty didn’t work thru wooden doors.
	Or did they?
	He moved on to the “noise” down the hall.
	The door to Abby’s room was open just a crack.  It gave insight that she was not alone.  The angle of the dangle, though, was not prime.  To see what was going required the opening of the door.  He waited until the noise on the bed increased; then, slowly—slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y he eased the door open just enough to get an eye lock on the Subjects.
	He wasn’t quite prepared for Subject Two.
	Subject One was Abby Proctor; Subject Two was an eleven year old black boy!  Eleven!  Black!  Boy!  The boy was on top and he was fucking!  And he musta been good ‘cause Abby was calling for God—and cussing a blue streak.
	Humph!  Just came from church, too!
	Seth returned to the den door; the spanking had stopped.  Peering again thru the keyhole and the girl’s backside he could see as she knelt on the floor—her head bobbed as she worked on her Grandpa’s cock.
	Seth backed off to contemplate.  That’s when in ran little Sally thru the front screen door with another little girl and a big girl.  Seth whirled on them shooting out his arm stunning the trio in their tracks.  He didn’t know he could do that!  (no slime though…)
	A full minute elapsed before he came around.  A new power had been found.  He didn’t know what it meant or what other powers (hidden) there was within him.  It was pause for wonder (and concern.)  Meanwhile, 
	Two little girls—and a big girl.
	Sally was in her Sunday best, a yellow dress, dress shoes, leggings and matching beret (yellow.)  She was absolutely cute!  Her friend was Corrina.  The big girl was sixteen year old Colleen Brickfeet.  And she was a BIG girl; a plus sized teen.  She had a pretty face, good-good sized melons, and had a little Mexican in her, too.
	Seth went to Sally and Corrina.  (Core—reen— a)
	 Little feel job here, a little fingering there—
	Seth moved the trio into the cozy living room and peeled an ear to the rest of the house—all the while he peeled the clothing off of the two little five year olds.  More fingering before hauling out his prick and pressing it against the girls’ sweet angelic faces.  Then, laying the girls down he spread their legs and tongued their sweet angelic poons.  More fingering followed.
	And he was about to hump (on) Sally when he heard a door squeak open, the den door.  Seth hurriedly went to the hallway where he zapped re-clothed Lilly and the Doctor.  Then he crept down the hall where “Norman” Koughrock was riding Abby’s chest, titty fucking her.  She sucked his black mamba and he giggled all the while.
	Seth returned to Sally and Corrina.
	And just as he was about to try something with Sally again—several sheriff cars raced along the road outside going out of town.  Hmmm  Maybe the cow blabbed about Seth’s misdoings of the night before.  Could be other reasons but Seth assumed the cow mooed on him.
	Seth stared out the window.  He felt the need to be “somewhere else.”

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Intersteller Delight; or,
	Aegilops!  Almost before cake, different events foolishly get hammered in jelly; keeping language minutely neutral.  Obstensively, potatoes quickly regret salt; though usually view worms exotically yearning zachun.

	On the other side of Lorrytown was a large junkyard.  Lush hills surrounded the large 5 acres lot; huge misplaced cypress and eucalyptus trees also.  Junk was mostly in car and truck parts, tractors and other assorted farm implements plus household appliances.  John-Jon O’Begoodneau worked the junk yard, sorting various junk from one pile to another.  Dooty Dumass was the junkyard owner and operator.  One day while working hard, and goofing off secretly building a car, he cut his hand and needed first aid.  It wasn’t a deep cut but it was on a rusty piece of metal.  There was a first aid kit at the office.
	There was a small warehouse housing prime parts or parts in waiting for a customer.  Then the office.  Also, there was the trailer Mr. Dumass and his daughter, Mariclare lived alone in right close by.  John-Jon was the only worker working that day, Mr. Dumass was a cheap bastard, mean, hard to get along with, and an all around asshole.  There were two other employees, one ran the big forklift and the other operated the tow truck.  The forklift operator was at hospital with his wife having a baby; the tow truck was gone on a run.

	John-Jon found the first aid kit—not well stocked.  He needed gauze and quite possibly a tetanus shot.  Most likely he needed to go to the medical clinic in town or over to Merrytown to Doc Proctor’s place.  So, not seeing Mr. Dumass around he moseyed over to the trailer.  The old man’s truck was there so he was most likely home.
	Now, John-Jon could have waltzed up the double wide trailer’s steps and rapped on the door.  But he didn’t.  John-Jon was a bit of a snoop.  He was fourteen years young and a little wiry, thin, gangly—he looked thirteen and sometimes acted twelve.
	So, snooping and this happened:
	In a back bedroom of the double wide trailer was the twelve year old daughter and only child of Dooty Dumas—she was naked laying on her bed being spanked!  Her daddy was whipping her with a belt!  Mariclare lay on her stomach with her ass and legs being whipped as she screamed into her pillow.
	Then, she was roughly rolled over, Dumass grabbed and locked her ankles yanking them up so as he could continue whipping her ass until he wore himself out.  Then he let her be shaking a finger at her bitching about something.  He then left the room slamming the door behind him.  Mariclare curled up in a fetal position and John-Jon felt sick to his stomach.  He knew Mr. Dumass was an ass but he didn’t know he was an abusive ass.
	John-Jon narrowly missed being seen sneaking back to the office.  When he did encounter the burly gruff man—his mood was sour and he chastised his underpaid employee, “You best not tell anyone ‘bout this!” and handed the boy a hundred dollars telling him to go Doc Proctor’s and tell him he cut it at home or something—not at the junk yard!
	John-Jon agreed and scurried on.  John-Jon was not miffed about what he had seen—he took things kind of easy and shrugged off a lot of other stuff.  He was gawky, backwoods redneck family background, and stuff just didn’t bother him—openly on the outside where anyone could see.
	A couple of days later and who should come out bringing him refreshment but Mariclare.  John-Jon was operating a bucket tractor—no one else was about and Mariclare informed him that her daddy had gone to another town for the day.  That was good news.  So while the Boss was away—the mice will play!  Or something like that.  John-Jon stopped working and pulled Mariclare up onto the tractor seat with him.  Fresh made lemonade and some fudge really hit the spot.
	They enjoyed the peace and quiet—among the remains of human invention.  
	“Wanna come see my room?” the quirky suddenly piped.
	John-Jon was game.  Junk was junk and could wait—‘specially with his boss out of town.  Always time to see a “girl’s room”—‘specially on an invite!

	The double wide trailer was an old 1960s trailer, blue and white.  It needed some upkeep, lots of TLC, or simply destroyed and another one put in its place.  There was a yard—it too, needed cleaned up or plowed over.  Inside and it wasn’t so bad; a little clutter here and there and a strange stench John-Jon couldn’t place (and probably didn’t want to.)
	Before proceeding to the girl’s room (for whatever reason) they stopped in the kitchen.
	“Would you like a beer?”
	“Doesn’t he mind if you drink his beer?”
	“Yep!”
	John-Jon although way under age had had his share of “beer”; whiskey and mountain magic (moonshine/mountain dew) as well.  Mariclare was a tan girl—all over!  Short bouncey brown hair, a fantastic smile, bright blue eyes, small breasts rounded out the girl’s features.  And after they had swigged down a beer each she escorted John-Jon to her bedroom producing a joint.
	She was full of surprises.  John-Jon had smoked a joint “now and then” but for him, he wasn’t all that keen on it.  Nor was he that way with booze.  Strange boy.  John-Jon had two sisters, one older and one younger.  Both he was having sex with—the older one older by three years, the younger sister younger by just two years.  Sex with the older sibling was “now and then” occasionally; straight sex, no oral, no anal.  She DID however jack him off.  Once they were caught by the younger sibling who wanted to join in—or else she would tell their folks and that just wouldn’t do.
	And as it turned out, John-Jon got to fuck the younger sibling more than the older one!  (he also got sucked off on and allowed to plunge his fuck stick up her butt!)
	“Do you and your sisters—do it?” an inquisitive Mariclare asked.
	John-Jon blushed and shrugged his answer.
	“Do your parents know?”
	“Of course not!” said John-Jon, ‘I’m still alive aint I?’
	“I’ve never seen a boy,” Mariclare said, “your sisters are so lucky!”
	John-Jon didn’t know what to say to that; except,
	“You wanna see me?”
	To wit young Mariclare blushed, grinned and on her own—pulled off her clothes to the stunned John-Jon.  By the time she was pushing down her basic white panties, John-Jon was hard and pushing his own undies down.  Mariclare’s eyes focused right on John-Jon’s cock.
	“Wow,” she said, “I’ve never seen anything like that before!”
	John-Jon blushed and played with his cock; flopping it all about he stepped towards the girl grinning.
	Mariclare took over playing with the cock; she seemed truly amazed.  Fondling his balls delighted her, too.  Delighted John-Jon as well.  Cock tugging was the best; there was no “blowjob” mentioned—the boy didn’t know how to approach that subject.  Not much was spoken—there didn’t seem to be a need.  Mariclare laid herself out on her bed width wise, her legs dangling over the side.  John-Jon “went down” on the girl as both his sisters liked him to do so.
	Mariclare liked him to do so, too—after the initial poon licking she was hooked.  Her legs flailed and about beat/crushed the boy’s head.  He didn’t mind and licked the girl’s pussy until she squealed with delight and orgasmed.  John-Jon then mounted the girl sliding into her sex his talented schlong.
	Mariclare orgasmed again; her eyes rolled back, mouth open agape, and though had small girlish titties there were nipples and they were hard.  John-Jon glided easily into the girl’s quim not really knowing if she were a virgin or not.
	She was not.
	John-Jon didn’t care, he pumped his fill, came, then kept pumping until a car door slamming outside freaked him out.  Mariclare, too.
	“Oh shit,” she exclaimed, “he’s fucking home!”
	Parents!  You cant trust them for nothing!
	There was no escaping—the trailer had ONE door, the sliding door—the kitchen door was broken and the windows too narrow for even skinny John-Jon to get thru.  Larger windows were in the front but he and Mariclare were in the back.
	John-Jon went under the bed—just in time as an irate Dooty Dumass came charging in bitching about something about where he went to get some junk deal that was a washout; the sheriff of Merrytown searching for his runaway kid; two cars found off the road and no one in them; and some chores Mariclare supposed to have done done found not done.
	So he was pissed on top of being pissed off.
	And then finding his daughter naked set him off even more.
	And since she was already naked—
	“Turn over!” he said as the girl was poised clenching her messed up bed.
	Mariclare turned over and Daddy Dooty pulled off the wall a strop—a special belt old time barber’s use.  It was wider, thicker, and specially made for ass whipping a child.  Dooty landed the first smack that sent the hiding-under-the-bed John-Jon out of his skin.  
	Another smack came and John-Jon could hear Mariclare screaming into her pillow.  John-Jon had seen his sisters get spanked by their Pa; usually in their room with clothes on; sometimes not depending on the offense.  But never to the degree Mariclare was receiving.
	After two more intense swats,
	“Come ‘ere!”
	John-Jon saw Dooty Dumass’ pants fall to the ground.
	What?
	Then Mariclare came off of the bed and onto her knees.
	Her ass was beaten tomato red—he could feel the intense heat from where he lay under the bed.  He couldn’t risk exposing himself—he was naked, under his Boss’ daughter’s bed—it wouldn’t look so good.  But, regardless, he determined from what he could see (without risking exposure) Mariclare SUCKING her Daddy’s dick!
	She was!
	John-Jon was—with mixed feelings.  He didn’t know what to think.
	After sucking—Mariclare went up onto her bed.
	So did her Daddy.
	The bed began squeaking partially squashing the hiding John-Jon underneath.  He moved a bit to one side then slowly crawled out at the foot of the bed and got an eyeful of sex in progress.  He had never seen a cock going into a pussy—only his cock when his sisters angled themselves.
	Dooty Dumass fucked HARD his young daughter dousing her with a torrent of sperm.  He moaned satisfaction, paused a moment, farted, then dismounted and left the room.
	Mariclare curled up on the bed in a tight fetal position whimpering.

	That night, a little before midnight, John-Jon and Mariclare sat throwing rocks into Whiskey Pond.  John-Jon skipped toads.  Mariclare was mostly silent; she sipped the moonshine offering John-Jon had brought, they smoked a joint, then sat in silence—unaware of the gathering toads behind them…
	“Soooo, whattya want to do?” John-Jon asked.
	It was clear although not spoken openly that Mariclare wanted to “do something”; like runaway, tell the cops, hide out, something.
	Mariclare shrugged.
	“You can hang at my place,” John-Jon said, “lots of places to hide there.”
	Mariclare just stared into the pond where the moonlight was shimmering.
	“Sheriff might be able to help.”
	Mariclare shook her head.  She was deep thinking.
	“Whattya want to do?” John-Jon asked again.
	After a long pause, “Kill him.”
	John-Jon nodded, “Ok.”  Just like that—“Ok.”  Oh!
	Killing Dooty Dumas wouldn’t be his first kill…

	The first was—Dwayne Pritchfern.  Just the year before and both John-Jon and Dwayne were running moonshine to thirsty mountain folk—on foot or by horse/mule—John-Jon had a mule and boosted how better it was than JJ’s mule “Reckless.”  Most often times, Dwayne’s horse “Copper” won out most races—most times.  There were a few times when somehow—Reckless was making the delivery faster than Copper.
	It came down to Dwayne waylaying Reckless (and John-Jon who was riding him) by pulling back a tree limb as Reckless and John-Jon came trotting along on a moonshine run delivery—then letting fly the tree limb.  The smack from the limb smacked John-Jon square in the chest knocking the breathe out of him as well as off his mule.  As he struggled to get air back into his lungs, redneck backwoods mountain boy Dwayne took a baseball bat to Reckless.
	A hard head had Reckless the mule and wasn’t all that phased.
	So Dwayne started whacking the mule on the legs.
	John-Jon got his breath and ran up to Dwayne—Dwayne came up with his second weapon—an axe.  Dwayne always carried an axe, a short handle axe and a double-bit long handle.  And he was good at both, too.  Reckless snorted and galloped away not all that injured.
	John-Jon wasn’t much of a scrapper—he fought with his sisters and some friends but really wasn’t much for fighting.  He did a pretty good job with Dwayne—until the axes came into play.  There was no defense against those.  John-Jon did manage to grab up the baseball bat and did manage to lay it across Dwayne’s face.
	The boy came at John-Jon with the long handled axe—
	And just then Reckless came recklessly bounding out of the dark crashing into the axe wielding boy sending him toppling.  The clouds that had been heavy suddenly parted and a partial moon bathed the hillside with light.  Just enough light to see Dwayne Pritchfern bent over double—the double bit axe buried into his chest.  Blood bubbles were forming in his mouth.  John-Jon was sickened but backed up, grabbed Reckless’ reigns and continued on making his moonshine delivery.

	The second altercation involving a death was with his own aunt.
	She found out about him running ‘shine and confronted him about it.
	A tire iron upside the head ended that nosey interlude.
	Taking Dooty Dumass out required no else to be about when the “accident” in the (junk) yard occurred.  A toppling of junked cars was just the thing.  Thereafter, John-Jon and Mariclare smoked a joint, drank all the beer in the refrigerator, then decided to “go for a walk”—a long walk.

	“I want to get away.” Mariclare stated.  She didn’t want to at the trailer or junkyard anymore.  John-Jon knew of a place she could stay—an abandoned cabin not far from his home.  So they struck out—a little wobbly and a lot stoned, encountering Seth Strangle not long after.
	After getting the two naked in the backseat of his car—Seth firstly took dibs having sex with the young girl.  Thereafter, he had John-Jon do the girl.  While doing so, Seth entered the boy’s ass slipping the sash cord about the girl’s neck who lay underneath.  As she choked and gasped desperately for air her young cunny tightened pleasing John-Jon and he fucked all the faster.  Then,
	While the sash cord tightened about John-Jon’s throat it was Seth The Strangler! who was pleased as the mountain boy’s asshole tightened up about his invading schlong.  John-Jon and Mariclare thusly became number #128 and #129 respectively on the Strangler’s list.

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One good itch leads to another
	One fine day and twelve year old Breanna Tamboreen dashed into the house with a slight “embarrassing” problem.  When confronting her single widowed dad—she suddenly found herself unable to explain her “delicate” embarrassing problem.
	But being a hip dad and having a daughter older than Breanna—he somewhat deduced that the “embarrassing” delicate problem had to deal with the area concerning her underwear—or the area her underwear covered.
	“Good guess.” Breanna said.  She knew that he had bathed her when she was young, cleaned her where her underwear covered, but that didn’t make it any easier.  She was older and slightly more modest now.  But her delicate embarrassing problem was becoming more of a problem.
	“Is it your period?” he asked not knowing what was making his preteen child so antsy.  He hoped that all the embarrassing problems a girl went thru and he had gone thru with Amber Anne could be addressed to Breanna.  But apparently the embarrassing delicate problem couldn’t wait until the older girl was home.
	Finally,
	“My butt hole itches!” blurted out Breanna.
	Wow.
	Christopher was stunned.  The last time he had seen his daughter’s bare bum was when she was—younger.  He had to lance a boil on a butt cheek.  She wasn’t ten but twelve.  She had a bit of a chest, a bit of a shape, and occasionally—yes, he masturbated thinking of her naked.
	Oh!
	Sighing and thinking, mulling over options,
	“Uh, well, we can—go to the doctor, or—”
	“Doctor?” complained Breanna, “I-I don’t want to go to the doctor.”
	“Well, then—uh—you can—wait for your sister to come home—”
	“She’s gone until Monday!” Amber Anne was on a college tour for the weekend.  It was Friday afternoon and she was already gone; there were no other females in the house and no female love interest (aka girlfriend) to help out; no aunt close by or anything of the like to lessen the embarrassment level.
	“Or?” quizzed Breanna prancing in place and in obvious discomfort.
	“OR—we can go into the bathroom and let me have a looksee.”
	He let that set in.  Breanna’s mouth hung open.
	But the “delicate embarrassing” butt hole itch was overwhelming and overwhelmed the embarrassment.
	“Ok.” she said.
	Ok she said!
	In the bathroom used by Breanna and her sister,
	“Ok,” sighed an equally embarrassed Chris, “you know what to do.”
	Breanna nodded and turned about, undone her semi tight jeans and pushed them down; then, hooking her thumbs to her orange tinted panties took them down as well.  Then she bent over giving her dear Daddy a BA.
	It couldn’t be helped—Daddy Chris stared.
	It couldn’t be helped—Daddy Chris got wood.  It had been awhile since last he had seen her bare ass—and there it was.  Bare.  The “hole” in question clenched tightly in embarrassment.  A quick “looksee” and Chris could see nothing that was causing his daughter’s “itch.”  Sometimes an itch was just an itch.
	Seeing nothing to cause his daughter’s wiggling distress—he lubed up his finger.  His cock was near busting out of his pants—somehow, for now, he managed to maintain himself and applied a layer of petroleum jelly to his finger.
	“Just relax.” he cooed to his child.
	Along with seeing his child’s anus—there was her vagina.
	There was her very VIRGIN vagina.
	Some seepage came to Chris’ schlong soiling his underwear.
	Breanna had a nice ass.
	Her panties were at her knees and he couldn’t remember the last time he had even spanked her!  It certainly wasn’t bare hand to bare ass.  After gently smoothing his hand over her butt he began slowly entering her equally virgin asshole.
	“It’ll feel kinda gross,” he said to her, “but it might soothe the itch.”
	“Oh,” replied Breanna, “ok.”
	Chris pushed his finger ALL THE WAY IN.
	Chris soon found himself “fingering” his daughter’s anus.
	She didn’t seem to be opposed.  In fact, she seemed to be “getting off”!
	By the wiggling of her pert little ass, surreptitiously fingering her sex, and moaning, Chris determined that Breanna was “getting off.”  Chris was getting off, too.  But unlike his daughter, he couldn’t do anything about it—not currently.
	Or could he?
	‘go ahead,’ suddenly said an inner voice, ‘put your dick against her ass.’
	Chris blinked his eyes rapidly.  He was confused, horny, and finger fucking his daughter’s cornhole.  It was like his breath was abruptly taken away.
	‘What?’ he said to himself; to his inner voice.
	‘whip it out; rub it on her ass—it’s alright, she wants you to.’  It’s not wrong if the Subject WANTS you to…
	Perplexed and slightly bewildered—Chris stood and “whipped it out.”
	It (his dick) was hard-hard-hard.  Smegma had seeped out the piss slit to soil the entire bulbous head piece.  Gulping for air he did so infacto press his cock against his child’s bared bare ass and “rub.”  Small circles at first then large circles.
	‘go up her crack.’ the inner Voice cooed.
	A slight hesitation but then the upstanding television sports caster/analyst glided his cock UP and DOWN his daughter’s crack.  UP and DOWN—UP and DOWN—UP and then DOWN.  UP and then POKE.
	Breanna fussed some—but made no other indication that she was distressing about what her Daddy was doing.  She was fingering herself with one hand and pulling a cheek open with the other!  Daddy Chris poked his glistening knob to his daughter’s funk hole and poked-poked-poked until the head of his poker poked in.  The entire head of his daddy cock was IN—inside his daughter’s rim!
	His eyes fluttered and the desire to fully insert increased.
	But he shook his head.
	He couldn’t.
	He couldn’t follow thru.  That wouldn’t be right.  It was wrong.  It was illegal.  It was illicit, immoral, incestuous!  However; she was willing.  Willing made it alright—didn’t it?
	Breanna stood up and turned around placing her hands on her Daddy’s shoulders.  She was smiling and oh so beautiful!  She was almost a mirror image of her mother—even more than older sister, Amber Anne.  Long soft honey blond hair; a sweet-sweet face; those eyes!  Eyes of heavenly blue; that face!  Chris couldn’t put words to how he felt about his child or to describe her.
	She was smiling and whispering, “It’s ok, Daddy, it’s ok.”
	It’s ok?  What was ok?  To be mostly naked?  To have his daddy dong so exposed?  To be almost sodomizing her?  To be ogling her nakedness?  She was soooo damn pretty!
	Then, Breanna swooped off her shirt and bra, tugged off her pants and panties and stood stark bare ass naked.  The beauty of the girl was incredible.  She was only twelve but was a knock-out!  Of course his eyes fell upon her pussy.  Of course!  She was a virgin his expert eye determined.  His cock ached and more sperm was jutting from the piss slit.
	Pursing her lips, Breanna eyed the one-eyed monster; she grinned and laid herself out on her clothes opening her legs—fingering herself.  Her Daddy watched her; slowly he gripped his dick and began finger it.
	‘go down on her.’
	Chris reared back; cocking his head he slowly shook it—no.  But then—
	Without further adieu he went to his knees then went to his daughter—going down on her.  He licked and licked, engulfed the whole area of the girl’s young virgin twat and sucked like crazy driving his tongue into Breanna’s cunt driving HER crazy.
	Then,
	‘it’s ok, Daddy,’ said Breanna, ‘you can fuck me if you want.’
	It was Breanna’s voice—sort of kind of—announcing the ok in his mind.
	‘let your Daddy fuck you.’ ‘it’s ok if your Daddy fucks you.’  ‘it’s ok if your Daddy wants to fuck you.’  ‘let your Daddy fuck you.’  ‘it’s ok if your Daddy—’
	Breanna spread her legs open even wider.  There was apprehension but that was to be expected.  Daddy Chris was as confused as ever—but eased his cock into his daughter’s pussy just the same.  From then on it mattered little that she WAS his daughter, that his doing her was illegal, immoral, incestuous, or that she was twelve.
	There was resistance (ye olde hymen) but one good thrust and that was taken care of.  His cock surged and intensified as penetration came—and went.  Breanna looked distraught but not overly upset.  The fucking commenced and the full act that was “incest” was committed.
	
A hard C
	Some days later and Breanna came home going directly to her big sister showing her a school paper.
	“I got a C!” she complained.
	“You gotta be kidding!” bitched a shocked Amber Anne, “After all that work, all that studying!” then,
	“You better not show Dad—not yet anyways.”  It was Friday night and she (Amber Anne) had a date—bad news was bound to fuck it up.  Breanna herself was going over to spend the night at a girlfriends.  And their Daddy, too, had a date.  Bad news was bound to fuck all that up.

	So it was decided to keep the “C” on the Q/T.
	Breanna went to her girlfriend’s and Amber Anne went out on her date.
	Daddy Chris, also, went out on his date.
	The dates, however, turned out to be a bust.  So, turns out Amber Anne and her Daddy showed up at the same trendy hot spot.  Daddy Chris was a “hip” young adult; slender, not too much of a dweeb, and fit in with the young(er) crowd.  It was just that, from Amber Anne’s point of view, her DAD was there!
	After an hour or so they two met up.
	It was awkward to say the least.  And still feeling the burn from their busted dates congregating at the trendy hot spot was a bit lacking in luster.
	“Want to blow this joint and go somewhere else?” Chris asked of his daughter.
	Meekly she shrugged—with her Dad present her ability to be “free” and herself was seriously diminished.  She was also still feeling bummed from her own busted date.  So the two left the trendy hot spot and went to a late midnight movie.  Afterwards they strolled down the boardwalk by the beach discussing the movie, school, friends, and life in general.
	“Hey, what’s that?” Chris asked noting a big fire on the beach.
	“Bon fire,” Amber Anne replied, “bon fire party.” she said with a smile.	 A group of peoples had gathered on the beach; singing, partying, drinking something, smoking something.
	“Great!” said Chris, “let’s crash it!”
	Amber Anne was a little apprehensive—she had never seen her Dad being so cool.  He further blew her mind when he readily accepted a drink from a coconut—a high potent drink with rum being a main potent ingredient!  And he didn’t seem to mind when the potent coconut drink was passed offered to her.
	Then, when those funny cigarettes came passing around he took a toke and offered one to his daughter.  ‘I never knew you were so cool!’  ‘Maybe we should have busted dates more often!’
	Maybe.
	Around 4AM the two joined in on several of the other party goers and went skinny dipping in the ocean.  Butt naked; swimming in the ocean unclothed; void of modesty—father and daughter merrymaking at its finest.
	Somehow or another the two party crashers wound up some ways from the initial party alone on the beach just before sunrise.  Somehow or another this happened:  Chris Tamboreen and Amber Anne—DAUGHTER Amber Anne found themselves naked—together.  Chris Tamboreen and daughter Amber Anne found themselves naked together on a lone stretch of beach minutes before sunrise with naked Chris on top of his naked daughter.
	It was a special moment.
	At the moment, neither thought of the other as father/daughter.  There was love, illicit love, but love nevertheless.  They kissed.  There was groping and blossoming lust.  They rolled in the wet sand and embraced one another engaging at last in the immoral immorality that was incest.
	Chris slid his cock into his daughter’s cunt not realizing that it was not a superior “tight” fit as it should be.  And seemingly for a moment or two of fucking—Chris also didn’t fully realize that it WAS his daughter whom he was stuffing his dick in to.  When he did realize—
	“Oh my God! Amber Anne—I-I’m so sorry!” and he pulled out.
	Amber Anne, however, held onto her incestuous Daddy saying, 
	“I didn’t say stop.” just like that!
	Chris held fast with his cock mere inches from his daughter’s snug (but not tight) pussy.  Then, slowly, he slid back in and continued with the fucking that was incestuous but who cares!

	Still, though, Christopher Allison Tamboreen had morals.  And the moral fiber of “don’t put your dick in your daughter” was a toughie to cross.  But then again—she was willing.  She wanted it—“I didn’t say stop.”  She willingly spread her legs, she willing pumped back, she clung to him and desired him to fuck her.
	So what was a guy/dad to do?
	He fretted about cumming off in her pussy—incest was one thing but knocking up your daughter was something else.  But there was no “pulling out.”  When the time came (to pull out) the incredible feeling of fucking (and cumming) overwhelmed the requirement to pull out and cum on her pussy instead.  He simply fucked Amber Anne all the harder—all the faster unleashing a hefty quantity of pent up cum.
	The act totally drained him.
	In the fleeting moments of the incestuous orgasm he saw his teenage daughter in a new light.  Adoration.  Sure he adored her but in the dawn of the new morn on a secluded section of beach—there was something different.  It was love.  Or lust.  It didn’t matter—it made Chris feel terrific!  Long had it been since he had had such feelings.  His lips found Amber Anne’s lips and they kissed—deeply and passionately.  They rolled in the wet sand smooching feverently succumbing to lustful sexual intercourse one-more-time!
	Thereafter they dipped themselves nakedly into the Pacific ocean before finding their clothes and heading back to civilization.  They went to a diner for breakfast—giggled the whole time annoying the waitress who wanted in on the joke.  Once home, they showered together trying to get the sand particles out of their cracks.
	Then they fell into bed—Daddy Chris’ bed whereupon they made love.
	Unbeknownst to them, twelve year old Breanna saw them.
	She watched them.
	She connived a plan.
	Later that day she confronted Amber Anne in the kitchen with what she saw; Amber Anne lost all color and couldn’t find a suitable manner in which to whitewash what had been seen.  Just then, Daddy Chris waltzed happy as a lark (frankly, I’ve never seen a “happy lark”) and was blasted with firstly Breanna’s hard “C”.
	“After all that work!?” he bitched losing his “happy as a lark” composure.
	“Wait,” said Amber Anne, “there’s more!”
	Breanna stood smiling; wearing a short mid-thigh summery dress, bare foot, and smiling big.  Sister Amber Anne sighed saying,
	“She’s saw us.”
	Chris looked to his seventeen year old conveying “Huh?”
	“She saw us in bed this morning.”
	Chris lost his ability to breathe.   “Oh shit!” he exclaimed uncharacteristically.  There was for him, too, no way to explain over to Breanna what she had seen.
	“Soooo, uh,  wh-what now?” he asked for clarity sensing there was “something” up—by the way his twelve year old was smiling.
	“Well,” shrugged the girl with the Hard “C”, “uhm, lay off yelling at me for this and I’ll do better.” It wasn’t an ultimatum—just a proposal.
	Chris wasn’t in a proverbial “spot” but he felt like he was.
	‘give her a hug.’
	Chris embraced his child; and on further Inner Voice prompt copped a feel of her ass.  The feel job jostled up the girl’s shortie dress revealing the fact that she had no undies on.  Can we say “instant hard-on”?  Thought you could.
	For a moment—a long moment, Amber Anne stood staring watching her dear Daddy make small circles on Breanna’s bare ass.
	‘take off your clothes.’ again.
	Amber Anne slowly removed her clothes (again) then got her naked self up on the round breakfast table.  Her Daddy watched her the whole time.  Amber Anne massaged her Daddy’s hard cock thru his pants.  Chris couldn’t think let alone breathe.
	Soon, though, he was standing, naked, sliding his cock into Amber Anne’s cunt reliving incredible moments of pure pleasure.  And after he had cum—it was daughter number two who pleased him exponentially; she sucked his dick then licked out her sister’s cummy cunt!  She did!
	From then on the Tamboreen family wasn’t the same; they engaged with one another fervently—and unseen Dmitri Tsugua engaged along with them.
*

 	If you know what binary counting is, then you know that today is the next to last binary day for a century.  It can be written as 101111, (10th day, 11th month, 11th year) or as 111110 (11th year, 11th month, 10th day.)  There is one more in there, but I’ll let you figure it out.
 	This only has meaning to those that are computer geeks who read things into numbers.  Anyway, I ran across a magazine about horses and one article was about a quarter of a quarter horse.  Is that equal to a sixteenth of a horse?
	Now my brain hurts.

Preferred sharing
(or is that perverted sharing?)
	One fine dayin the land of Oz—well, Ozwall Place, which was a plot of land juxtaposed between the “city” and the “town”, Gaylen Herdunkin pulled up in the alley behind the house of his new friend, Mason Mikeshoes.  The two had only recently met at a mutual friend’s house and after visiting said mutual friend chatted outside at the curb from midnight to when the paperboy came throwing the daily newspaper out (6AM).
	During that lengthy convo it was discussed (and determined) that Gaylen “liked ‘em flat chested and hairless!”  Mason was same.  Mason had a son and a daughter, the girl was older at thirteen years and the boy had just turned ten.  Gaylen only hinted that he had children but didn’t specify whether they were actually his or not.
	Few days later and Gaylen arrived on the pretense to help new friend Mason with his disabled car.  Gaylen pulled up at the back of the house in the alley with a small passel of kids.  Mason’s car was up on blocks while Mason himself was underneath fussing with a starter.
	When he emerged from under the car, there was Gaylen with some delightful delights—a teenage girl, a preteen, one about his son’s age, and a preteen boy.  Gaylen was standing holding a six year old in his arms, her legs about his body, her puddin’ head on his shoulders.  She wore a light checkered kiddie dress that was way short.  As she fidgeted a little in his arms it was revealed that she was without undies.
	Mason’s attention was grabbed.  He had a big beaming smile and was somewhat embarrassed.  The man was some seven years younger than Gaylen, a slight pudge, not quite 5’9”, dirty blond with a thick dirty blond mustache.  He was an interesting man with having interest in European history, mostly anything involving battles, war, conquests.  He was a big Shakespearean devotee; also anything fantasy—involving hobbits and orcs.
	Gaylen gave Mason a little tease by opening the six year old’s legs.
	Mason’s eyes zeroed right into the little slit; he gouged the heel of his hand to his engorged snake nodding his head and salivating.  He liked.  Gaylen turned the girl beside him around patting her butt; she wore turquoise jeans that weren’t too tight; he pulled open the back part peering down—
	“No panties here, either!” he grinned.
	Although Mason’s backyard had nice high walls, it was safer if they continued their pursuit of perversion—indoors.  Mason’s wife and children weren’t home and not due home for some time.  Perfect.
	Once inside in the living room; Mason drew the curtains and drapes concealing the living room.  Gaylen slid little “Dolly” down his body pulling her dress off as he did so.  She was naked.  The little naked tyke hugged Gaylen—her little head right on the front of his pants where an obvious bulge was prominent.
	“I like ‘em flat chested and hairless AND naked!” grinned and amended Gaylen.  “But it isn’t always a requirement.”
	He then boldly pulled his penis out and flopped it onto Dolly’s face.
	None of the others with him freaked out about this.
	“Eddie,” Gaylen said to the preteen boy, “take off your clothes, please.”
	And without hesitation, twelve year old blond hair lily white “Eddie” stripped off his blue and white stripped shirt, then his light blue pants and basic tidy-whiteys.  A fine young man, his cock was not very hard but it was slightly engorged.  Mason went nextly stripping off his clothes; his eyes went all over the girls—the naked little Dolly held his attention the most; especially when she started sucking Gaylen’s cock!
	Then, when fifteen year old “Andrea” was told to undress (and did so), Mason nearly fainted.  He liked—a lot!  When she stood up from taking her panties down (and stepping out of them) there was not a lick of pube hair on her pussy!
	“Hairless!” grinned Gaylen, “Just not flat chested!” and Andrea was not—the girl had a nice set of titties.  She was kinda tall for fifteen, big chested, thick curly dark hair, and a cheerleader!
	Gaylen turned little Dolly from sucking his cock to have her suck willing Mason’s cock.  The girl gripped his mediocre manhood and happily sucked on the head before taking as much into her mouth as she possibly could.
	Meanwhile, 
	“Bethanny, take off your clothes, would you please?”
	The very pretty reserved twelve year old with straight honey brown hair, large eyes, incredible smile (with a slight extension of the lower jaw but that was only when she was in awe about something was it prevalent.)  She also had a small chest—and no panties!
	There was peach fuzz on her poon.  Gaylen stood behind her running his hands up and down her young frame, squeezing her young breasts, and fingering her young pussy.  The girl blushed and giggled but gave no other adverse reactions.
	“Jodie, would you undress yourself, please?”
	Jodie was in a light blue dress with white daises.  There was even matching panties—blue but w/o the daises.  She was eleven years old, light brown hair, blue eyes, slight style to her long hair that was clear to her butt!  Slightly tan arms and legs; slight fuzz to her poon.  Gaylen put her to her knees and his dick to her mouth.  By then, Mason was cumming in Dolly’s mouth.
	The little girl made only a slight face as the manly spew filled her mouth then spurted onto her sweet-sweet face.  The man was hooked.  Then the man was re-sucked—by Andrea.  Meanwhile,
	“Cindy, would you get undressed—like you’re getting ready for a bath?”
	Ten year old Cindy with super blond hair giggled and pulled off her blue kiddie shirt then pushed down her short pinkish shorts followed by basic white kiddie panties.
	Gaylen then got behind Andrea and while she sucked-sucked-sucked he fucked-fucked-fucked.  Mason grinned-grinned-grinned.  Andrea grunted-grunted-grunted. Gaylen’s balls slapped-slapped-slapped.  And to help revitalize Mason’s cock—little Jodie and Cindy laid out on the carpeted floor fingering themselves.  Eddie was directed to squat himself down on Jodie’s face placing his balls into her mouth.
	What fun, eh!?
	At length, Mason “went down” on Cindy, licking her pussy in essence tickling the girl.  She squirmed and squealed and it was to note that the girl was NOT a virgin.  That made Mason very happy and he glided his manly manhood into her sex continuing to encourage her non-virgin status.
	He liked—a lot!
	At the end of his cumming off into the young girl; Gaylen was sodomizing Eddie while Bethanny sucked the boy’s cock.  Mason pulled out of Cindy, humped her cummy gash; then, with a so-so hard cock eased into Bethanny’s ass and fucked her until he could fuck no more.  (well, at least for a few minutes.)
	Afterwards, a bit of rest, a quick shower—of which he showered with Dolly and Jodie, he was refreshed enough to out-and-out fuck Andrea.  Laying on their sides close by, Gaylen and Jodie went at it with Gaylen positioned behind the eleven year old and Gaylen’s schlong sliding near effortlessly into the girl’s poon.
	And on and on it went with Mason getting up behind little Dolly and humping her little butt.  He made slight anal invasion and even slighter vaginal penetration.  Regardless of how “slight”; the doing was enough.
	Just after Mason pulled out of Jodie’s cunt and the sound of the front gate brought him back to reality.  Time had slipped away and his family had returned—wife, son, and daughter.  It was a mad scramble to get the visitors (and their cast off clothes) to his book room.  Here, this room was stacked and piled full of books, old-old volumes of books regarding his likes (European history, anything regarding The Bard; and fantasy books, too.)
	A computer was in this room as well.
	Thankfully, sort of, Mason’s wife was disabled and confined to a wheelchair.  She was a year younger than Mason; the daughter, Paige, was ripe at thirteen with the boy being a nice lad of ten years.  The boy was the first one into the house; he was a little hyper and sometimes spoke so fast he couldn’t be understood.  Paige helped her Mom up the wheelchair ramp; they had been with her Mom shopping.
	Lauren, Mason’s wife, had a nice face.
	That was it.  The rest of her—well, she was a little overweight and had 44D titties.  But she had a nice face.
	While Mason had his dick in Cindy’s mouth—and Gaylen was in her ass, Gaylen let it be known that he had an (E)EMAD (Enhanced Electric Mind Altering Device.)  Mason was very elated and when it was discussed for mentioning if he would like to have his family’s minds altered—Mason was all agreeable.  For quite some times, years, Mason had been doing Paige.
	“Doing?”
	Since she was of single digit age Mason had been “fingering” the girl; bare ass spankings, bathing with her, and as she got a little older she was coerced into giving him handjobs followed by more recently blowjobs.  He was on his way into trying to get up her ass.  Meanwhile, disabled Lauren was just as naughty—encouraged by her seriously perverted hubby, to do things with Paige, too.
	“What things?”
	Fingering the girl, using various pussy pleasers—like dildos and candles, vibrators, and teaching her oral sex.
	“And all without an EMAD?”
	All without an EMAD.
	“How does she feel about that?”
	So-so; she partly willing but partly not-so-much.
	That made her a risk factor.
	He most definitely wanted to get in her pussy.
	He most definitely wanted to jerk off on her face, titties, and skull fuck her.
	He wanted to see his son fuck her.
	“Do you want to do you son?”
	Sort of—but mostly it was Paige he wanted to fuck.
	Gaylen, too!
	After the packages had been brought in (and Lauren in, too) the Mikeshoes family was goaded into the parental unit bedroom whereupon Gaylen hiding in the darkened short-short hall that was actually more of a long alcove just outside the door to the bookroom.
	Paige was Gaylen’s first target; then Aaron and finally Lauren.
	Lauren?  He zapped Lauren?  She was willing wasn’t she?
	Well, yes she was, but to further include her in the upcoming frivolity that was highly-highly perverted, Mason wanted his wife to be fully onboard.  So she was zapped by Gaylen’s mind altering device (enhanced.)
	Once the “family” had been sufficiently zapped, Mike re-undressed himself and went straight to daughter Paige.  Usually, after a nightly shower, he coerced his child to remain naked and come to bed where he could “play” with her.  She was sometimes reluctant but gave in to please him.
	Now she would no longer be reluctant but willing-willing-willing.
	“Paige, would you take off all of your clothes, please?”
	Paige didn’t hang her mouth open, didn’t look to Gaylen, didn’t hesitate—she stripped off all of her clothes leaving her Daddy with his mouth hanging open.
	“Paige, suck your Dad’s cock, would you please?”
	She didn’t even blink her eyes, rear her head back, or anything disparaging.
	Mason reared his head back, moaned, and relished in getting a blowjob from his thirteen year old daughter.  He fucked her mouth, pulled out and fucked her face, then back into her mouth whereupon he subsequently creamed therein.  He shuddered, farted, and filled the girl’s mouth with his special goo.
	Paige did make a bit of a face—couldn’t be helped.  She slurped on his hairy nuggets then laid out on the bed opening her legs.  Mason went down on the girl and Gaylen went on to “fix” Aaron’s mind and Lauren’s.  A little more to Paige would be done before he left—but after her Daddy had boned her—boned her—boned her.

*

The evil that some do
	“Mack” Markcattle had one of those appearances of one who was a mere teenager; if he did his hair right, applied a little makeup, he’d look even younger—still a teenager but younger.  
	On the 8th day of the 7th month during the 3rd hour before noon, Mack walked alongside Melinda Angelheart.  She was eleven.  She was cute and at the time, Mack didn’t look to be more then thirteen—so walking with her was no big deal.
	(on a side note, I was asked recently by a Yank from Minnesota USA if we Brits have “July 4rth” like they do in the good ol’ USofA?  I answered emphatically, “why yes, yes we do have July 4rth here in Britain; we also have a July 3rd, a July 5th,…”)
	Anyways,
	Melinda wore a nice short Sunday School skirt although it was mid-week.  Mid shoulder length bouncy brown hair did the girl have, soft brown eyes, soft supple skin, slightly bouncy titties, too.  Mack had befriended the girl earlier in the week—this allowed him to get closer to her.
	The pair walked in the sunshine of the day along “Day St.”  There was no sidewalk, just dirt.  The houses along that particular stretch of road were not so well kept up and mostly rundown.  Some homes were kept up and very well to look at; then the next house was a bummer and not so easy to look at.
	Some blocks of homes were very good on one side of the street, on the other side were small unkempt trailer parks.  A river was on one side, a railroad, and an oil refinery.  Various levels of income were the make-up of peoples in that particular area; all low income levels—from high low income to low-low income.
	Anyways, the pair walked along chitchatting about school, summer, new school in the Fall, new teachers, horses (Melinda loved horses) and this and that and so on.  Mack kept up with the girl’s banter and at length, after crossing the canal bridge they came onto the closed-for-summer campus of Beard Lake Middle School.
	Melinda continued flapping her lips and was easily misguided further onto the campus.  Mack kept a lookout for roving security.  The school was in the process of erecting security fencing around the entire outer grounds but so far it wasn’t complete leaving access for those opting for the direct route thru the school from one side of the school to the other neighborhoods on the other.
	In the middle of the grounds was the odd layout of the school; one side had the 4rth and 5th graders; the other side had the remaining middle school students, 6th-thru-8th grade.  The school had been established before WWII and every few decades added another “wing.”  There was a “breezeway” at where one of the added wings hooked up with an older established wing.  It was here where Mack paused saying—
	‘Take your panties down.’
	Melinda paused in her lip flapping and reached up under her short Sunday School skirt pulling down her panties to her knees.  Mack sighed relief.  No guards; the breezeway was pretty large—to the left was the 4rth grade classes, to the right the 4rth and 5th grade classes.  The double doors to both halls were closed and locked (of course).  No guards, no security, no lights.

	Mack moved Melinda to the dark recess on the 4rth grade side.  He had wanted to wait until he got the girl to his trailer on the other side of the school—but he couldn’t wait.  There was something about the girl—she was awesome!  She wasn’t overly fantastically pretty but pretty enough; she had a little split in her front teeth, wore glasses, was demure in nature, had a delightful laugh, and smelled strangely of oranges!
	In the recess of the breezeway corridor, Mack “copped a feel” of Melinda’s ass—this after posing the minding question in an odd manner of posing:  ‘Can I touch your ass?’ to wit Melinda replied “You can touch my ass if you want.”
	Mack Markcattle had an EMAD—everybody had an EMAD!  Each Electronic Mind Altering Device had a unique operating system—a quirk if you will.  Mack Markcattle’s was no different.  Each EMAD took a little time to decipher and get the hang of its quirky operation—Mack was still learning but had gotten the most of nifty operation and was pleased with what he had learned.
	Feeling of Melinda’s bare ass was great.  There was so much more he wanted to do, though; getting her naked was one, engaging in immoral acts another.  And he was about to take out his dick and begin one of those immoral acts when he heard the squawk of a radio and the jingle-jangle of keys.  A roving guard!
	Always a spoiler.
	Mack inched Melinda’s panties back up, returned his cock where it belonged, then took Melinda by the hand and guided her out of the breezeway nonchalant-like and down the steps.  The “guard” was on the other side of the breezeway behind them.  Good!
	Once down the steps the pair walked along the brick walkway passed the flagpole, the cafeteria, the teacher’s parking lot then onto the common sidewalk in front of the school.  No guard had seen them.
	Now it was up passed the bus barn and the veterinarian clinic on the corner.  Then across the 4-lane street to the mixed neighborhood of trailer parks and moderate income homes.  Lemon Grove Trailer Park was Mack’s destination; he avoided the direct route into the park of old trailers and went around to where there was a small path juxtaposed with a heavy truck & crane lot to one side and the 1960s trailer park on the other.   All the way in the back of the park to Mack’s 1970 double wide trailer w/enclosed patio section.  A chain link fence encircled the park but there were several places where one could pass thru without problem—mostly kids made this possible.
	Mack’s double wide had a sliding patio door as its main entrance; there, too, was a side door on the other side of the dual trailer in the mid hallway.  Melinda was hustled inside via that particular door.  

 	After a big sigh he placed the girl in his bedroom then stepped out on his patio, got the mail, made sure he was “seen” by neighbors (mostly old retirees and other derelicts of society) then returned to his bedroom.  Another big sigh then he looked over his prize, cocking his head; then,
	‘Could you take your clothes off?’
	“I can take my clothes off if you want.” and the pretty eleven year old stood up and undressed herself.  Mack did likewise.  The twenty-two year old recent college dropout was fascinated with Melinda.  She was a true beauty without being overly done.  She wasn’t remarkable but was “just right”.
	And butt bare assed naked she was even better!
	Soft small breasts, a little peach fuzz on her poon, mostly lily white skin all over.  Mack stood before her—naked.  The girl was not alarmed.  She was calm and peaceful.  Mack hugged her, his cock pressing right against her just below her breasts but above her stomach area—Mack, though twenty and two years old was not so tall keeping with his persona of a “young teen” boy.
	After hugging he eased the girl down onto his messed up bed.  His room was small, ten by ten (feet) and cluttered with clothes, books, sports equipment, and the like.  Opening the girl’s legs he firstly paused to admire her pussy.  Just a light layer of poon pubes.  Delightful!  Mack was one who did not like pubes—he kept his own shaven, too!
	Just the slight hint of pee there was to Melinda’s pussy.  Mack didn’t care and licked all over driving his tongue into the recess of the girl’s sex; he engulfed the whole of her young pussy.  Although mostly mindless, Melinda reacted—as she should, twisting, arching, moaning.  Mack reacted by getting harder.  Inasmuch as he enjoyed tonguing a young girl’s pussy—he enjoyed moreso shoving his fuck stick INTO a young girl’s pussy.
	So he did.
	Repeatedly.
	She was a virgin.  Optimum word there—was.
	The thin membrane intact stabilizing the girl as a “virgin” was no match for a determined cock.  One good thrust and the deed of devirginizing was done.  Mack put his hand over the girl’s mouth as she began to cry out and become more self aware.  Mack didn’t like his girls to be so zombie-like and therefore lifeless.  As he fucked a girl he liked them to be a little more active and “aware.”
	After the first fuck there was a lull; then he plunged his finger into the girl’s tight equally virginal asshole followed by his cock.  After that, he took the girl into the bathroom and showered with her.  While drying off—he boinked her from behind before finally relaxing and implanting notions of naughtiness in her mind.  That was time consuming and the “unseen” moved on.

Hunting season
	Out of the populace of Japan—some 2,000 reported as “mysteriously” missing.  From the country Down Under, Australia—1,700 reported as “mysteriously” missing.  Cold regions, groups of islands in the Pacific, virtually every continent, every country—all with missing peoples (mysteriously.)
	Furthermore, some of the “missing” returned—naked and telling tales that certified them as “nuts.”  They were labeled as insane with their babbling of being transported to a strange place; green slug-like aliens who spoke with a strange accent, a lisp if you will.  Some of the missing peoples returned to their peoples reported being sexually assaulted!
	“Government conspiracy.” Seth surmised.
	“Ya think?” quipped back sarcastically Dmitri.
	“Something’s up—and usually on a grand scale like this?  The government has something to do with it.”
	“Yeah, but so wide spread; all over the world?”
	“Hysteria.” Seth said.  “Kind of like our machines, mind control widespread over any given populace—even multiple populations.”
	“But why?”
	“I dunno, something’s up.”

	Dim and Seth liked their muscle cars, liked to drive and drive fast; they liked to show up the other cars—those Japanese motor cars that are all souped up driven by young Asian fellows.  But lots of times, though, Dim and Seth liked to walk.  Driving and you missed stuff.
	One of their walks led them to the backside of the town where a creepy cemetery was butting up against some equally creepy woods.  A moderate income neighborhood was on the other side of the land of planted expired peoples.
	“Cemeteries creep me out.” Dim commented.
	“I dunno,” said Seth, “you can learn a lot of history at a place like this.”
	There were two funerals going on at the creepy cemetery; one got Dim’s attention—a little girl in a black skirt picking at her butt.  Seth gouged Dim in the side redirecting his attention—a boy about eleven or so was slinking behind a large gravestone “spying” on the second group of people.  Two teenage girls approximately thirteen were of interest there.
	“Hmmm,” drawled Dim, “he looks interesting.”
	Seth concurred.  “Shall we dance?”

*

	‘would you like to see them naked?’
	The Subject nodded his head; he would most whole heartedly like to see the two teenage subjects naked.  He’d also like to fuck them.  Spanking and peeing on them to follow.
	But as much as he desired to have his way with the two teenage girls, he wanted more to “have his way” with his sister!  Of course!  Already, though, he had done her—once.  She had been sort of willing.
	‘sort of?’
	The boy, Hunter, didn’t quite understand it himself, but for one time he had been able to have sex with his sister.
	Hunter?
	Hunter.
	Hunter as in Hunter Elis Woodswett?
	Yep, Hunter Elis Woodswett.
	Same Hunter from Chapter Six.
	Yep, same Hunter from Chapter Six.
	Cool.
	Hunter had more desires than just shagging his sister.  But his mostly and mainly desire was the continued shagging of his sister—not just the one time.  After the initial shagging (fucking) his sister had been a little giving—giving him a handjob, giving him a blowjob, and giving him pleasure whereas he got to boff her butt.  Then, those “givings” began to dwindle and she was back to her old self whereas if he even showed himself naked in her presence she freaked out and ratted him out to their parents—whereupon he got a severe scolding or a bare ass beating.
	There were as many as ten girls Hunter wanted to fuck and fuck badly.
	Plus his homeroom teacher!
	But mostly and more earnestly he wanted to fuck his sister—and make her be more willing to his wills thereafter and not flake out and quit on him.  He also desired deeply to hump her girlfriends.
	“Let’s see if he’s worthy or not.” Seth suggested.
	Dim was game with that.  After the people of the cemetery departed—and the teenage targets, too; Hunter was motivated to another section of the creepy graveyard where there were some small caretaker buildings.  Here the boy shed his clothing and stood butt naked for Dim and Seth to ogle.  Then, while Hunter sucked on Seth’s cock, Dim fucked the boy’s ass.
	“He sucks good,” commented Seth with a grin, “he’s worthy.”
	“He takes it in the ass good,” smirked Dim, “he’s worthy.”
	And with that the boy’s deep seeded desires were to be fulfilled.
	Starting with his sister, Arlene.
	Fifteen year old sister Arlene was a space wreck—frizzed hair, mismatched ribbons and other hair decorations, and clothing that made her overall look as if she had stepped out of a 1980s movie about Valley Girls!
	Just the one time had Hunter gotten to fuck her.
	Strangely, though, it seemed willing but then again—
	‘did she LET you fuck her?’ Dim asked curiously.
	“Kinda.”
	Kinda?  How can you “kinda” let some fuck you?
	It was then determined that the girl had been affected by a mind altering device.
	“Well,” said Seth, “they (referring to EMADs) ARE everywhere.  Everyone has one.”
	Good point.

	Arlene Marie Woodswett, other than getting boned by her brother (the first time) was a virgin.  A staunch virgin.  She liked boys but reserved her pussy for a later time; she didn’t want to get pregnant, didn’t want some lame ass disease, and simply wasn’t ready.  She did frig herself and discussed sex, sex acts, and other sex related topics with her girlfriends—but nothing in the realm of fooling around sexually WITH those girlfriends.
	In her room one fine no-parents-at-home day, semi stunned Hunter watched as his teenage sister, Arlene, stripped off her clothes (once more.)  When she was naked-naked-naked the boy stripped out of his clothes.  Arlene was a pretty good looking gal; blond hair in a modern style, tight butt, not skinny, not tall; she was almost a cheerleader.
	Laying out on her bed she fingered herself.  Her young horny brother standing naked with a raging hard-on.  Raging!  Most brothers regarded their sisters as “ewewew” and wanted only to humiliate them, get them in trouble with their parents, and score with their friends.  Sisters felt the same way—but had no desires to “score” with their brother’s friends.
	‘go to her, lick her pussy out.’ goaded Dim.
	Hunter paused—there was no way to tell (from him) if he had been “touched” by a mind altering device but it was a safe assumption.  The naked young boy crawled onto the bed and it was a nice view for Dim and Seth; the boy on the bed between his sister’s legs; his lily white ass, his balls dangling down, his hard cock dripping cum, his naked sister splayed out ready to be fucked…

	The boy licked his sister’s very well trimmed cunt then lay on his sister guiding his cock into her sex.  Dim and Seth undressed and got onto the bed themselves.  Dim caressed the boy’s ass, Seth masturbated, Hunter fucked.
	It don’t get no better than that!
	Well, it does—
	Hunter went three full minutes before shooting a healthy load of pre-teen spunk into his sister’s cunt.  Dim spanked the boy—grabbed his balls, and jerked his own gherkin having a desire to fuck the boy over fucking his sister.  Seth rolled the boy over toying with his cum soaked pud (and balls).  This gave way to Dim sliding into position delivering more cum into Arlene’s cunt some minutes later himself.
	While Hunter lay across Dim’s lap being spanked (and fingered), Seth took his turn fucking Arlene—and took his time about it, too.  This gave time for Dim to dig into Hunter’s mind finding that he had natural (and otherwise) desires for several of the girls at his middle school.
	Some schools were regular session while others were on that year-round schedule.  There was even a teacher on Hunter’s list!  Arlene had some girlfriends that Hunter was curious about—but being an eleven year old boy—he was just about curious about ALL girls!

The cumming—the cumming
	Dimitri still had in his mind the Tamboreen family; Daddy Chris, daughters Amber Anne and Breanna.  The scene of the family naked in the kitchen was a topper—Amber Anne naked on the breakfast table, Breanna on naked on her knees freshly having sucked off her Daddy’s cock freshly pulled from fucking Amber Anne on the table.  It was a good scene worthy of keeping.
	Watching young Hunter screw his sister was another scene worthy of keeping.  Both Dim and Seth took pleasure in spanking the youngster; Seth enjoyed moreso spanking Arlene—and spanking her while he dogged her, too!  Dim liked watching Seth, watching Seth’s spunk ooze out of the girl’s funk hole, and watch cum ooze out of Hunter’s hole as well.
	And now introducing—Shasha Wynott!
	Shasha had a black mother and white father (but she looked amazingly Mexican!)  Lovely girl; long silky dark brown hair, brown eyes that would melt your soul, lovely skin more akin to Italian than anything else.  She spoke well with no discernible accent; she enunciated her words nicely with a usually beaming smile.   The smile dipped some as her mind was manipulated.  Confusion caused her usual friendly demeanor to change direction.  After school, the diabolical deed of compromising the mixed heritage girl’s body was done.
	Young Hunter was oblivious to the fact that he, too, was being manipulated.
	Behind the school after normal day session in a cluttered area of old retired buses, classroom desks, shattered hopes and dreams, eleven year old Shasha Wynott shed her clothes.  Hunter stood in awe; he had been smitten with the girl and held her first on his “list”.  Dmitri could see why; along with her smile she had amazing eyes, amazing skin, and a appeal about her that was—amazing.
	With her top off (and powder blue bra) Hunter was about to bust.
	Dim, too.
	With her pants down (and matching powder blue panties) the boys one-two-three began shedding their clothes.  Sasha Wynott was going to get fucked—one-two-three!
	Hunter went first.
	After looking over the very nice (amazing) naked Shasha, the lovely naked girl went to her knees and took holt of Hunter’s schlong.  She had no expertise but took to the handling of the boy’s cock like a pro.  A natural instinct!  Young Hunter was about to explode so Dim stepped up the process and goaded the young 5th grader into performing her final task—fellatio.
	Dim caressed the boy’s ass as he was sucked.  Shasha did a good job and received a mouthful of spunk in less than two minutes of action.  But Hunter had been pretty much ready to blow from the get go so there’s that.  His little puddling remained stiff long after the naked girl had sucked and sucked (like a pro).  Then she was directed to lay down, spread her legs, and prepare to receive.
	Hunter fully took in the lovely naked girl—he knew who she was but was oblivious to how the occurrence was occurring.  Little did it matter, too; all that mattered was the fucking—the fucking.

One by one by one
	Maggie Weatherlake came along nextly; she was almost twelve.
	Tia Woebegott, Nancy Ickbutt, Lacy Fatalow, and Lori Shoregore followed in succession.  Each of those girls were “unique” in their own right; in the pretty scale—Nancy was tops.  Tia gave the best blowjob while Lacy had a dynamite pussy that wouldn’t quit—and was experienced.  Lori was a virgin and naïve which made her a delicious dish both Dim and Seth enjoyed—along with Hunter who enjoyed the conquest ten-fold!
	Then Beth Garltongue came along—and of the previous girls, Sasha, Maggie, Tia, Nancy, Lacy, and Lori—Beth was the only one who had brothers!  Sasha was an only child; Maggie had sisters, Nancy was an only child, Tia had horny cousins but no brothers; Lacy had horny cousins—and sisters!  Beth had all three—horny brothers, horny sisters, horny cousins!  The tri-fecta of hornies!

	Kellie Wottnut was two months away from being twelve.  She also had horny brothers and she herself was horny, too—and satisfied that horny with good hard dick from brothers Hank, Larry, and Paul Jr.  And after getting caught satisfying her horny with ten year old brother Paul Jr. by their dad, Paul Sr., she was getting her horny with him, too!  Of course!
	Sarah Slamslide lived with her single father and after he walked in on her while she was fingering herself.  She was totally nude—totally eleven—totally enthralling.  Sarah’s father lost his breath, bulged his eyes, and stared longer far longer than he should.  Sarah’s mother had died when Sarah was barely three years young.  Raising the young girl alone had been a challenge.
	Later on and Sarah walked in on her father fingering himself.
	Her young dark eyes focused right on the man’s erect prong.
	“Whoa.” she said having never seen a real live nude cock before.
	It caught Adam Slamside off guard; he was embarrassed.  He was also a man, a lonely man, a horny man, a man who had just seen his naked eleven year old fingering herself.  The natural course of events soon followed.  Innocently at first, of course—a sort of “Show & Tell” and Advanced “Teach Your Daughter Sex”.
	“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Adam told his daughter.
	“I know.” said a wise Sarah.  Then she added, “But it’s ok.”
	It’s ok!
	So, after exposure there was Touchy Feely 101, Touchy Feely 1A, Touchy Feely Extra Credit, Touchy Feely Advanced.  Sarah “touched” her father’s cock, her fingers went around the mighty fatherly schlong, she stroked the dick, then went eye-to-“eye” with the one-eyed monster before pressing her lips to the penis that had given her life.
	Adam was totally-totally like totally blown away.  Literally.
	And from sucking to—
	Fucking.	
	It didn’t happen right off—the fucking.  After getting sucked, Adam felt great!  He also felt bad—he had stepped over the line or morality and entered into the realm of incest.  But there was no denying how good it felt!  After the blowjob, Adam hugged his child, wept and apologized.  Sarah hushed her dear daddy saying, “It’s alright, Daddy, I like it!”
	That didn’t make it any easier or better.
	That night they slept together—naked.  And after much cuddling (and Sarah playing with her Daddy’s tool) there was the fucking.  Adam firstly fingered his child’s cunt getting it all worked up (and lubricated) then he eased his manly manhood into her.	 There wasn’t much blood or discomfort.  They took a bath together and Adam “took” his daughter from behind while on the bathroom floor.
	It just got better from there on.
	Hunter enjoyed doing her—then, of course, Dmitri and Seth enjoyed her.
	Yolanda Gonnazale was some years older than the previous girls, she was a student/teacher’s aide and young Hunter was smitten with her big time.  Sometimes she wore short skirts, sometimes long dresses, short dresses, tank dresses, and summery clothing giving every boy in the fifth grade a reason to live.
	With Yolanda, there was a two-fold event; that is to say while pursuing the Subject another Target came into play.  Doing the Rock-Paper-Scissors play Seth continued with Hunter/Yolanda while Dim took on the secondary event.  And that was some girl scouts outside a grocery store hocking their wares and such—Yolanda was a chaperone girl scout along with a heavy set adult.  Three other girls from ten to twelve.  The Subjects were Hannaleigh Mackfish and Shrew Wipplebone.
	Not sure what exactly happened but Hannaleigh (Hanna Lee) was left alone to tend the table set up outside a large grocery store.  There were mini stores on each side of the grocery store and foot traffic was light.  Subject Two was a not-so-tall man, dress slacks, dress tee-shirt, sports blazer.  He appeared well groomed, mid thirties, dark hair, and checked the flow of where people were and where the security cameras were located, too.
	The man the walked up to Hannaleigh, made a purchase and tucked said purchase under an arm.  Then he asked,
	“I’ll give you fifty bucks for your panties.”  just like that!
	The girl thought she misheard; her eyes bulged, mouth hung open, etc.
	The man repeated his offer.
	The girl repeated her stunned response.
	The man plunked down two twenties and a ten spot.
	Hannaleigh wore typical girl scout attire—the green vest, light blouse, and short pleated skirt.  Looking left and looking right she sat down and after much wiggling worked her basic white panties (with a floral motif) off and casually handed them to the grinning but serious staring man.
	The girl scooped up the cash still displaying bewilderment.
	Then,
	“For fifty more, show me your pussy.”
	Hannaleigh couldn’t breathe.
	“A hundred bucks.” Shrew said flatly.
	Hannaleigh licked her lips shaking her head—not No Way but No Fucking Way!
	“Two hundred?”
	No.
	“FIVE hundred?”
	Hannaleigh shook her head but—
	The man laid down on the basic card table twenty dollar bills, fives, and tens—all adding up to five hundred dollars.  Hannaleigh sat with eyes wide, mouth wider.  She blinked her pretty eyes of blue, cocked her head, then stood up slowly and even slower raised her skirt just so.
	—just so as Hannaleigh’s naked pussy could just so be seen.
	“Nice.” said Shrew.  Then,
	“Would you come to my van so I can see it better, I’ll give you a thousand dollars.”
	The first part of the man’s sentence and panic began to beset the young girl who knew full well what was in store for her if she followed thru.  The second part of the man proposal was met with a different emotion.	
	“No shit?” she blurted.
	“No shit.” And he produced a wad of twenties, tens, fives, and fifties.
	“I-I don’t think I should.”
	“No you shouldn’t,” smiled the man, “but for two thousand—would you?”
	Two thousand?
	“Y-ou—you just want to—look?”
	Shrew nodded, “That’s all, lay down in the middle seat and give me a good show and you’ll have money cumming out of your ass.”  well, it wouldn’t be money necessarily…

	Nice white skin; slight tanning on the arms and legs but basically “white” everywhere else.  Small mid size apples for titties; the smile on the girl’s face (when she smiled and wasn’t with a mouth dropping awe) was fantastic.  So was her virtually hairless pussy.
	First, though,
	Once inside the custom van of The Shrew,
	“Take off all your clothes!”
	A stunned Hannaleigh cocked her pretty head, thought thoughtfully, farted, then began undoing her clothing.  Once naked, Shrew Wipplebone undressed himself—then got into the girl’s mind uncovering this nifty information:
	Three horny-horny-horny brothers at home.  Two older and one younger.  All three were engaged heavily with the Touchy Feely aspect of their relationship.  No penetration; not even oral or anal.  The emphasis was on the Touchy/Feely.  The boys “touched” her and she touched them.  Mutual masturbation, a lot of rubbing—the boys rubbed their hard schlongs against her ass AND even her pussy but, no penetration.
	“How old are your brothers?”

	“Kevin’s 16, Donny’s fourteen, and Davy’s just turned ten.”
	Rub-rub-rub.
	Shrew gently coaxed the naked eleven year old to “touch” his cock and treat it like one of her brothers.  After wrapping her fingers about the man’s prong the girl went UP and DOWN—UP and DOWN and repeat-repeat-repeat.  Further coaxing got the girl to KISS the cock followed by full emersion.
	The van was “secure” with being a normal looking van—it was just “customized” on the inside.  There were heavily tinted windows with drawn tightly shades; a heavy dark curtain partition separating the cab forward with the passenger area.  There was no second row seating but those swivel captain chairs; a built in ice-chest w/sink and a couple of cabinet/storage areas.  Then a bed that was against the sealed rear doors.
	Hannaleigh was set up on the bed and her young legs parted.
	The Shrew looked over the girl as if she were an expensive (food) dish.
	Then, taking her legs her re-angled her so as to really get a good look at her virgin pussy.  There was some hair on the girl’s poon—but just a light coverage.  Cum was already dripping from his cock.  He took his time as if he had it just taking in the girl delightfully.
	Then he went down on her.
	With Hannaleigh’s legs over his shoulders, The Shrew licked, lapped, and sucked on the eleven year old’s pussy.  He also shoved a finger into her asshole (also virginal.)
	The girl twisted, bucked his face, undulated all over and went thru the throws of having (and enjoying) an orgasm.  Shrew enjoyed bringing the girl to the brink of her first oral orgasm—he enjoyed to the point of having his own orgasm.  Without penetration or other physical stimuli—The Shrew’s schlong began to squirt.  Not wanting to waste his special lubrication he stopped tongue probing Hannaleigh’s cunt and introduced her to his self-serving love tool.
	There was a little yelp of discomfort as Shrew entered the girl’s recess.
	Up above the girl’s head on a plank board were some notches.  The Shrew etched another with a provided for utility knife—24 notches in total.  The girl moaned, groaned, made faces, and was deflowered.  The man eased all of his 6-inch cock into the girl’s quim then began pumping—pumping—pumping.
	Meanwhile,
	The continuing adventure of Hunter/Yolanda
	Not much of an adventure—a family member worked inside the grocery store and had a heart attack.  Yolanda went with another family member to the hospital and Hunter was essentially “out of luck” for his pursuit of scoring with the girl.  

 	But Hunter was not so much put off as he came across a teenage girl and boy and two not teenage girls (with a not teenage boy, too!)  At first glance it looked odd, second and third glances confirmed that and was worthy of further glances.  Hunter (and his unseen accomplices) followed the Subjects as they trekked across the field behind the grocery store.
	Behind the grocery store was a large tract of empty.  The field was nothing but dirt and dirt mounds; cast off city construction projects, and—of course, illegal dumping.  Two neighborhoods flanked the field; then there was a four-lane highway and another field beyond that.
	In about the middle of the first field (the second field across the highway was part of an airport) the Subjects came to where there were large dirt mounds; car shells; household drop-offs, and the like.  By the time Hunter (& unseen) arrived, business was already in action.  The older teen, Cameron Killrock, was smoking a joint.  Meanwhile, the other teen, Kristy Bumpfield was cooing and undressing a very cute six year old.
	The six year old turned out to be Kristy’s step-sister.
	Once the very cute “Karen” was naked, the teen boy was lustful and boldly massaged his concealed organ.  Still toking on the joint he eased to his knees eyeing the naked little girl.  Kristy seemed nervous but went on to help undress the other girl, Meagan.  The little boy, Nathan, undressed himself.
	The teen boy finished off his happy smoke, farted—loudly; then unleashed his penis.  Cameron was a jock, a high school type—and also a jerk.  He had a jock haircut, deep blue eyes, slightly muscular, and was a so-so bully.  Kristy eyed the boy’s cock—Cameron.  She seemed—serious.  Slightly embarrassed but mostly seriously concerned about what was going on.
	“Your turn.” Cameron snickered, “Like last time.”
	Kristy sighed—etched on her lips and on her mind “Fucker!”
	Semi reluctantly she undressed herself.
	It wasn’t too hot the temperature wasn’t thankfully.  There was a breeze; there was shade provided for by the heaping mounds of debris.  Cameron worked his cock—worked his cock-worked his cock all the while eyeing little Karen and Meagan more than the thirteen year old Kristy.
	With a snickering smile, “Alright, let’s see ya do it again—” Cameron said nodding to the eight year old boy, Nathan.  Kristy nodded (and still conveyed “Fucker”.  Laying nakedly out on her clothes she spread her legs then beckoned the naked red headed Nathan to get on her.  Cameron seemed to like that part, too.  Holding up a cell phone he leered at the image on it—pretty much the same one as was before him but the image on the phone was from days earlier when Cameron had caught Kristy “in the act” with the children.
	Ah.
	Nathan wiggled and giggled some as he positioned himself between his favorite babysitter’s legs.  His little puddling went sliding nicely into her crevice; her hands clamped tightly to his bare warm lily white ass.  As he pumped, Cameron lusted more—switching from watching the boy fuck his babysitter to the two naked little girls.
	“I wanna jack off on them.” Cameron said.
	Kristy’s mouth dropped—“That’s disgusting.”
	“Not any more than what you were having them do to you!” quipped back the boy snickering.
	Whatever Kristy had had the children do “to her” was not as bad as what Cameron wanted them to do to him—apparently.  Kristy was aghast but also in a spot so to speak.  She nodded and did something to the watch she wore—kind of on the sly.  Cameron didn’t watch the “watch” but watched the naked kids instead—still flaunting his cock as he masturbated madly and earnestly.
	Kristy had no real “sisterly” love for her step-sister, Karen.  She was regarded (by Kristy) as an intruder.  But, she was a child, a girl child, and very young (and naked.)  A part of Kristy also held that she should be the protector of such a child.
	So she manipulated Meagan.
	Meagan was eight years young and quite the little charmer with her grinning smile that was part embarrassment.  Lovely ultrally curled light brown hair, she was an amazing little girl and Cameron seemed delighted by her greatly.  She stood “mindlessly” right up to the blatantly masturbating boy—then, she stuck out her tongue and licked the piss slit.
	Cameron’s mouth fell open and he seemed to be in great shock.
	Then he began to jerk off all the faster.
	Faster!
	Faster!
	Then—BLAM-O!  A great stream of spunk spewed forth from the piss slit soiling the little girl’s face thoroughly.  Then he pressed his cum squirter against her face humping it.
	“Make suck it!” he said in some agony; “My balls, too!”
	“You disgusting creep!”
	“You had sex with him!” almost shouted Cameron; “I get you on the cell with him humping you!”  pressing his hand to the back of Meagan’s hand he went on, “You had him PEE on your pussy!” plus lick her asshole and then fuck it.
	Kristy was a naughty girl indeed!
	She relented, but was still disgusted.  Meagan began licking the soiled teen jock’s schlong neverminding the cum spew on her sweet face.  Cameron reared his head back, then looked to the lily white naked Karen.
	“Have her lay down, finger her—finger her self!” Cameron was in agony; humping Meagan’s face was one thing—he desired more!
	Lily white naked six year old Karen laid out on the cast off clothes; her legs parted and she gleefully began fingering herself.  Kristy helped.  Cameron watched with lustful want.
	“Do you think I can fuck them yet?”
	Kristy was horrified, “N-no—not yet.”  She was having Nathan fuck the girls—prepping them for bigger dick intrusion.  Cameron’s eyes switched to lock on Kristy’s eyes.  She sighed, broken, unable to manipulated Cameron’s mind.
	The fucker.

	Meanwhile,
	The cutest girl ever did Dmitri see hopped out of a long sleek black limousine.  Blond hair, blue dress, fresh face, all smiles, incredibly cute as cute could be.  She was also merely ten years young.  Dmitri ached for her—but so did others—namely the piano teacher she went to see for her weekly lesson.  The man wasn’t too old but had gray hair and was English.  Dim saw straightaway that the man was smitten with the girl.  There was no question regarding the unnatural yearning ‘if you could—would you (fuck her)?’  It was a question not needed posing; Dim could see the man’s ache (and lust.)
	The scene began downtown; a normal day for the small city; slightly crowded with peoples in for this sporting event and that one.  The old man held his piano lessons in his home, the second floor was dedicated to music.  The little girl, Becky, was the epitome of “cute.”  Long straight blond hair to about the middle of her back with braids here and there; a knee-length powder blue dress; white knee socks—she was well mannered and well posed.  The epitome of “cute.”
	The old man was a retired music teacher but still taught privately.  He was regal and well groomed, British, and very well taken by his young pupil.  A three-piece suit he wore, well shaven, perfect posture, and embarrassingly tried to hide his erection.  With black pants (that weren’t tight) that task was easy—elusive to the beautiful sparkling blue eyes of Becky Bricklay anyways.
	The girl was well mannered but still a girl; she bounded up the steep steps of the downtown townhouse to greet the awaiting Bert Gootfingers.  He greeted her warmly and though not customary—he hugged her.  Only because she hugged him first!  As the girl delightfully skipped into the house—Mr. Gootfingers gouged the heel of his hand to his burgeoning erection.
	‘you’d like to see her skipping naked, wouldn’t you?’ Dmitri minded.
	The old man nodded that it was so.  “Oh, yes!” He murmered.  “More than anything.” It was a question that really didn’t need asking but Dim asked anyways.

	The second floor held a large piano—them a couple of others of various styles.  Statues of great composers, shelves of musical books of this and that; it was a music room!  Becky sat beside Mr. Gootfingers and delighted him in her accomplishment of playing a particular hard piece of music.  She could have played badly, missed a note, or anything other than perfection of which Mr. G required of his pupils and he would still be delighted by her presence.
	He wanted to fuck her.
	That much was clear—very clear.
	He wanted to see her naked—to see her waltz about his music room unclothed.  To see her in her panties would be fine, too!  Dim had the same desires—plus more!  He ached all the time the young girl played and noted that Mr. Gootfingers really wasn’t paying attention to the girl’s playing.  He sat regal, eyes closed, head cock just slightly imagining Becky prancing about him undressed, laying down on the bench fingering herself, laying down naked for his old aged eyes to enjoy.
	When the lesson was over; Becky pulled out of her dress pocket on the side a card.  A birthday card.  It was Mr. Gootfingers’ birthday.  The old man was touched.  He shed some tears and was deeply touched.
	He still wanted to see her naked, though.
	So did Dim.
	Sooo, after regaining his composure and straightening himself up a bit, he was touched more deeply when his prize pupil stood and undone her powder blue dress letting it drop to her feet.  She wore a lighter shade of blue halter and basic white panties.  Old Bert could hardly breathe.  The halter came off and there she was—basically naked.  Her chest was basically flat but there was beginning titties.  She slowly slipped her panties down and Bert beginning imitating a snake—his tongue kept darting out and he seemed quite nervous.
	‘calm yourself, old man—calm yourself.’
	Dim’s minding abilities touched the old man and seemingly did so calm him.
	Little Becky was nude.  She was gorgeous!  Dim had a hard time breathing himself.  A very pretty girl was Becky and for a long moment there was nothing for Bert or Dim to do but stare and take her in.
	Then,
	‘go ahead, “touch” her.’
	Bert stretched out his hands touching the naked girl’s arms.  He moaned.
	The girl’s body was perfect, no unsightly moles, no blemishes, no scars.  Her Daddy—an apparently wealthy daddy, must be proud.  Bert traveled his hands up and down the girl’s side to come to rest at last on her ass.  Dim thought the man was going to melt right there.  He moaned again before bringing the girl to him.

	Hugging—intense hugging that was almost sexual but was not.  Then, Bert’s trembling hands moved to cup the naked girl’s ass.  There was a groan that intensified as he delved his fingers into the crack of her ass.
	‘would you like her to SUCK your dick?’
	Old Bert stared to the statue in the corner; Athena Parthenos—Athena the Virgin.  His heart was beating faster and he was perspiring heavily.  The “want” was increasing within the old man—exponentially!

*

Go bang yourself
	He was an all-around jerk; at school, on the street, hangin’ with his peeps, and especially at home in regards to his younger sister.  Regardless of Holly being a girl, Cameron Killrock still roughed her up (but not so much as to get into too much trouble with his mother.)
	Just hours after Cameron had jerked off onto the sweet-sweet face of eight year old Meagan (and then subsequently Kristy’s step-sister, Karen) and Cameron was home reeling in the devilish deed he had done.  His cock ached—deeply and badly.  It was part good—part bad.  The “good” sent the despicable jock into blissful euphoria.  The bad—his cock ached and nothing seemed to ease its discomfort.
	Cam’s twelve year old sister was home—Holly.  And yeah, he’d give his left nut to fuck her.  In the field behind the grocery store with Kristy just hours earlier he had fucked Kristy’s brains out—his cock had amazing stamina and after blasting a hot load of spunk onto both the little girls his dick was till awesomely hard and needed more “action.”  He was over stimulated and having caught Kristy having sex with the eight year old red headed boy, Nathan, he had Kristy over the proverbial barrel.
	He DID want to fuck Meagan and Karen—but they were too young despite the repeated fucking Nathan did unto them.  Cameron “examined” the little lasses; fingering their poons, licking, and grinding his cock up against them until once more he blasting a hot load of sticky ooze onto their young naked bodies.  So, unable to penetrate the eight and six year old, he got between the legs of Kristy.  She was thirteen and Nathan wasn’t the only boy she was getting fucked by.  (more on that later)
	Now he was home; he HAD seen his sister naked a few times—as she was growing up and maturing.  He heard her fart, seen her on the toilet sound asleep, and in her skimpy not-approved-by-mom bathing suit.  Regardless of the fact that she was his sister—he didn’t care.  He wanted to FUCK her and fuck her hard!
	Pussy, mouth, asshole—fuck until she begged.  For him to stop or continue wasn’t clear (and Cameron didn’t care.)  He wanted to spank her, pee on her face, make her suck his balls, and continually please his cock whenever he wanted.
	‘What about your Mom?’ the Voice asked.
	There was a pause—Cameron had never given thought one way or another to fucking his mom.  His sister, his aunt, several of his teachers—that was different, but never one thought for his mom.
	Standing in the bathroom washing his dick in warm water there came a hurried tapping at the door.
	“Come on,” squeaked his preteen sister, “open up!  I gotta go!”
	“Use mom’s!” bitched back an annoyed Cameron.
	“She’s in there!” bitched back a distressed Holly.
	“Go outside—to the backyard!” giggled Cameron.
	“I’m not a dog you asshole!”
	Cameron unlocked the door and flung it open shouting “Get in here!”
	He was naked and his dick was rock hard.
	Holly was caught off her guard and stared with open mouth at her brother’s nakedness.  “Whoa.” She breathed—sure she had seen her horny brother’s cock before; she had even seen him whacking off.  But never-ever had she seen him with his cock so proudly hard, steaming, smoldering, and hard.
	“You gonna pee standing up or what!?” bitched her naked brother.
	Suddenly, the urge to pee returned overtaking her.  She barely had time to get her clothes down and sit on the toilet before the flood of urine was flowing.  She farted, too.  The release of pee, though, was very relaxing and for a moment or so she forgot that her brother was next to her—nakedly jerking off.
	Then, after another incredible issuance of pee and a blast from her ass, her awesome eyes of green turned to focus on her naughty-naughty brother.  Embarrassment consumed her.  Cameron was just over six feet tall and of good weight for a jock.  He stood with more than six inches of cock—the heat stemming from it the girl on the pot could feel.  She never blinked.
	But learning from Cameron what he had previously done with Kristy’s little sister and young friend—the Unseen changed up the intended procedure a bit.  He felt that he was going a little soft—hanging around Dmitri Tsugua was the cause there.  He held great disdain for those who engaged immorally; but his reasonings were not always sound or followed those motives.
	Upon hearing the kids’ mother in her bedroom—singing some Christian themed song, The Strangler! opted Cameron and Holly out of their shared bathroom and into their mother’s bedroom.  Holly, upon arising from the toilet, stripped off her shirt, bra, socks, shoes, pants, and panties.  Brother Cameron was already nude.
	Upon entering their mother’s bedroom she was immediately taken to horrification of seeing her naked offspring.
	“What the –!?” she exclaimed—but then was immediately overwhelmed.
	‘Be calm.’ cooed The Strangler.  ‘Remove your clothes.’
	And to the bewildered eyes of son and daughter, Darlene Killrock undone the bathrobe she had just put on after showering.  No undies.  A nice rack, large cantaloupe sized titties; and for her poon?  Not hair one was there!  Delightful!
	After the gawking session was over—and Darlene Killrock was fully aware that someone was using one of those damnedable mind altering devices on her and her family—
	‘Get on the bed.’ Darlene was commanded to do.  She tried to resist but was unable and compliance was the only thing she could do.  Then, while laying out butt naked on the bed, the flat screen television on the dresser came to life.  Moments later and there was Cameron jerking off onto the sweet face of some very young girl child (Karen.)  Darlene’s eyes popped, Holly’s mouth dropped, Cameron’s heart stopped.
	Sperm squirted from his cock and splashed onto the child’s face; then he was guiding his cum squirter into her mouth with his hand behind her head.  A teenage girl was laying down getting fucked by some young naked boy a couple years older than the little girl.
	Darlene couldn’t believe what she was seeing—no could Cameron.
	Seth The Strangler! smiled and marveled at technology.  Using his own cell phone he had captured the jock doing his thing than hooked up the cell’s photo images to the television for his family to enjoy his unnatural exploits.
	‘Time to fuck!’ chided The Strangler.  And as more images came onto the screen; naked teenage jock Cameron climbed onto the bed.  His Mother was too occupied watching her son masturbating against the face of a girl about eight years young to realize what was currently happening.
	As Cameron’s cock disappeared into his Mother’s cunt, Seth stood behind Holly (naked) fingering her pussy.  Holly had been watching her brother on the television screen then slowly turned to watch her brother on the bed on their Mother.  Her young mouth dropped even more.  (and she seemed totally unaware of the naked person behind her OR the fact that he was fingering her!)
	Cameron’s cock eased into his Mother’s quim and the process of fucking commenced.  Only after the initial few pumps did Darlene realize what was happening.  She tried to wiggle out from under her son but was unable.
	“Stop this!” she wailed to “whoever” had holt of her family’s minds—plus her own.  She begged and demanded but Cameron continued pumping—finally unleashing a massive load of spunk DEEP into his Mother’s cunt.

	Only then—either by purpose or lack of concentration did Darlene see The Strangler!  Holly was still oblivious.  Cameron had cum and pulled out laying over onto his back heaving and sweating.  His cock smoldering all the more.  Darlene watched in horror as her naked daughter came onto the bed and went to her brother’s smoldering prong.  The cock was still somewhat stiff and the girl took it in her hand masturbating it.
	Cameron took a turn at being oblivious and lay still; only heaving and sweating.  Holly hand humped her brother’s cock—then sucked it.  As she did so, as she retched and gagged involuntarily, The Strangler penetrated her very virgin asshole.  He firstly licked it, fingered it, then fucked it.  Darlene flung her head, heaved as if in “going to be sick” and continued to beg.
	‘You’ve had your time in immorality, too; haven’t you?’ posed Seth (already knowing.)
	Darlene slung her head not wanting to admit (not even to herself) the times she had traipsed in the realm of naughtiness, debauchery, illicit felonious feeling up someone she shouldn’t.  She closed her eyes shaking her head trying to drive the horrid images she had willingly submitted herself to from her mind—from her conscious.
	Seth finished with the girl—then had her settle on her brother taking his dick into her sex.  Seth’s soiled schlong slid effortlessly into Darlene and got cleaned in no time.  After he had soaked the inside of Darlene’s cunt well with his cum, he spanked Holly as she rode her brother’s prong.
	Looking at the girl from behind, watching her brother’s cock slide up into her used to be virgin cunt—Seth got horny all over again.  Once more he eased into the girl’s ass entering a double-penetration.  He waited until sensing when Cameron was cumming; he himself was unleashing a load of spunk.  Slowly he drew tight the sash cord about the young girl’s throat—it would be a pity to leave her breathing while her brother and mother were not.  It was better that way.
	Then, after pulling out of Holly’s funk hole and rolling the lifeless body off onto the floor, Seth noted Cameron’s cock though spurting cum was still magnificently hard.  He smiled and mounted the boy taking the delirious jock’s cock into his own hole!  Beside them and the equally delirious Darlene was of her own mind enough to see a stranger mounted on her son!?
	What!?  What!?  What!?
	Seth’s own schlong seemed to sizzle and though it had engaged in delightful orgasmic bliss multiple times it was still capable of at least one more insidious act.  He rode Cameron’s cock until the jock unleashed all he had.  The cock remained steadfastly hard but was draining in stamina.  Seth removed himself from the boy, sat on the bed and thought a moment, thought a moment, thought a moment then had Darlene rise and reposition herself.
	There was resistance as what was proposed to her was not-not-not to her like-like-liking.  And that was, of course, to SUCK her son’s soiled-soiled-soiled schlong.  As she rebuffed the mind command she was spanked—bare handed until there was compliance.  As she sucked on her son’s dirty dick she moved to straddle his face placing her hairless cunt down onto her son’s face.
	Seth then positioned himself behind the woman firstly fucking her asshole then pulling out and finishing off in her pussy.  As she gobbled her son’s foul bone, the sash cord finished her.
	Then that mean streak of Dmitri’s came to light; he took his sash cord placing it into the boy’s hands and made it so as the remnants of the cord were firmly etched into his hands.  A little mind dinking, a consumption of beer and a full joint, and the ruse was complete.  Investigators may or may not fully believe the ruse—that the boy got drunk and fucked up on happy smoke then assaulted his family.  But the images on the cell phone would be hard to explain regardless.
	Seth went on his way.
	Meanwhile,

Hot for teacher
	Ms. Debbie Gangplank taught history and was in her upper sixties.
	Ms. Lori Bankgame taught Math as well as choir—she had just turned forty.
	Ms. Beverly Whattenbarge was twenty-six, had just appeared on a television game show, was part Italian, and the object of young Hunter Woodswett’s attention.  Inasmuch as he fantasized about all the girls in his class—and all the other classes of his middle school, he deeply fantasized about Ms. Beverly Whattenbarge.  She taught English and was Hunter’s homeroom teacher.
	Dmitri felt an overload overloading him—every girl in Hunter’s homeroom was fantastic!  He imagined them all naked!  He imagined them removing their clothes as they sat at their desks, then standing up and going to the front of the room to stand in a line facing the class (of horny naked boys) presenting themselves.  Before life with the EMAD, Dim had seen girls as “possibles”; with the EMAD, the possibles were more possible!
	Hunter’s desire was for his teacher.  So, when the time was right, the desire was fulfilled.  Right there on the teacher’s desk, after school, door shut, class empty.  The 26 year old teacher was a dynamo; married to a construction man who owned his own business; she had beautiful dark Italian hair, creamy skin, and a body that wouldn’t quit.
	And watching Hunter fuck his homeroom teacher was quite a show.
	Watching Mr. Gootfingers and Becky had been quite a show, too.
	Getting his dick sucked was more than the old music teacher could hope for.  
        	He never imagined that the act would ever cum true!
Moral turpitude turped!
	She was soooo pretty—and ole Burt felt a small moderation of remorse.  His cum squirted into her cocksucking mouth with more anointing her pretty face.  He felt bad and a little horror stricken.  But got over it and wiped his goo off her face; then hugged her and another desire filled him (without the unseen Dmitri’s influence.)
	All over her backside his old hands roamed to settle on her perfectly shaped ass.  Unnatural desires filled him, consumed him; she was not but a wee lassie but Burt didn’t care.  He did—but didn’t.  His desire of the unnatural kind was to, of course, FUCK the girl.  He also wanted to bugger her.
	‘then do so.’ Dim cooed.
	Burt was originally from England, Stafford to be exact.  And as a young lad roaming the streets; Railway to Castle, Doxey and Victoria, he got into lots of mischief.  Lots.  Most young lads let the air out of tyres; other lads change street signs or remove them completely.  Burning bags of horse shit, spray painting windscreens, and dashing out in front of buses.  They also engaged in Ding-dong-ditch as per the common form of Mischief Night.
	When Burt was approximately ten he fell into an advanced group of boys who sought to celebrate Mischief Night not just in November but every month!  Every day!  On one such after hours adventure they encountered some wee lassies trekking across a large open field up from Doxey Rd. (with that large parking lot off to one side.)  The oldest girl was no more than ten herself and in charge of the younger girls who were out gathering butterflies and other assorted insects for a class project.
	Burt’s new pals, the Goony Squad, surrounded the girls, the girls were a little panicky—and rightly so when the Goons wanted the girls to take off their clothes.   No electronic mind altering devices were used back then—just good old fashion force and fear.  Burt didn’t carry a weapon but many of the Goons did.  The girls were forcefully feared into undressing; some of the younger ones were held by weapon wielding members of the Goony Squad forcing the older girls to fully comply—including laying down and spreading their legs.
	Did Burt participate in the gang rape of those unfortunate girls?
	Unsure.  There was a gray area in Burt’s memory—he had blanked out that disturbing scene.  Since that time he had led a life that was exemplary; advanced schooling, a stint in the Royal Navy, and so on.  Through his “exemplary” life the unnatural desires lurked.    Through his E years he had encountered many beautiful charming young ladies (girls) but none seemed to take him as much as Becky did.
	It was more than a simple infatuation.  Even more than a simple desire.  It was an ache.  A yearning.  Each time she came to his studio she was so pretty; a nice dress, her hair, her eyes, her smile.  He imagined her naked many times.
	He fantasized deeply about the girl; he saw her (in his mind) naked; sitting on the toilet giggling as she peed; in the shower showering; laying face down on his bed—naked of course.  He masturbated (constantly) about the girl and wanted more than anything to—to—to see her in her underwear at least.  The very least.
	To see her naked would be utterly awesome.
	To “touch” her naked body would be more than he could imagine.
	After the girl HAD undressed—Burt was not himself.  Watching the girl slid her panties down and the old music man drifted to another world.  There wasn’t sufficient time as the girl’s limo would be sliding by soon.  But regardless, Burt paused to take in the girl as she stood incredibly stark naked before him.  The girl was so beautiful (and Dim agreed with that assessment); she was a true marvel and Burt just couldn’t believe she was standing there before him—naked!
	Then he hugged her.  His hands trembled up and down her bare backside, up along the sides of her body, then finally coming to rest on her perfectly shaped ass.  The old man let out a moan.  His eyes held firm staring at the statue in the corner not blinking—then blinking excessively as the realization did seep in what was happening.
	Dim helped the old guy out—‘calm yourself, Burt, be calm.’
	After that and the festivities that was enjoying Becky Bricklay began.

	With her legs spread, old Burt eyed the young naked bald pussy—just stared at with immense lust.  He had never licked out a girls pussy, or a woman.  Burt was an old fashioned kinda guy and though ye he had had sexual relations he had only enjoyed sex via the standard postion—Missionary.
	After licking—licking—licking, old Burt glided his cock against the girl’s quim—and just as he was making progress to penetrate a car’s horn honked.
	‘shit—piss-fuck—motherfucker!’ Dim bitched to himself—Becky’s limo had returned.  Dim hurried dressed himself then dashed outside; the day was crap-crap-crappy—overcast and gloomy as could be.  The inner city was busy with peoples bustling as if it were the Holiday season.  The limo was at the curb; inside was a bulging black man.  Dim’s powers weren’t good enough to penetrate limo windows—or at least he didn’t think so.  He grabbed a paper and walked casually up to the long sleek vehicle, tapped on the glass, and when the window powered down Dim zapped the man putting him “at rest.”
	Then it was back to Burt and Becky.
	Burt—on his own, had entered Becky and he was fucking her!
	Dim was proud.
	The old man’s hands went everywhere on the girl; cupping her butt, fondling her nipples, caressing her sides, and everywhere else.  He adored the girl and partly on his own made full vaginal penetration.
	Dim thought the old fart would have a heart attack—double so when the old fart began to cum!  There was a little blood to contend with.  The old man languished in his devilish deed—reeling in the feeling.  Dim got a washrag and wiped the little girl’s pussy clean—then fucked her himself.
	She was pretty—damn pretty.  Her pussy was delightful and Dim enjoyed his devilish deed very well.  The girl’s sweet face, naked body, tight cunt thrilled him greatly.  A little hugging afterwards, some spanking, and then deep penetrating French kissing and that particular session was done.
	A little working of the minds—that took half an hour each! before Becky went off to her limo and Burt to his shower to happily wank off.  As a prize, he had Becky’s panties.  On future music visits and Becky would willing undress to perform her lesson; then suck off Burt’s dick and let him have his way with her.
	On one such visit old Burt was pumping in Becky’s cunt and right at the pivotal moment of orgasm suffered a heart attack.  The limo driver not effected by Dim’s minding tricks got worried about Becky and came up to find the scene of the naked Becky underneath the naked Burt.  Becky was never the same—Burt was dead—so there’s that.