August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 9
And the Saga Continues
Twats Tots Twits

WANTED:
  Evil Genius seeks minions to sacrifice their lives for world domination
Must be prepared to work 24/7 for fascist psychopath
Little to no pay, respect, bla-bla-bla.
Messy death inevitable but use of death rays and costumes available.
No weirdos
Call 1-900-MWAH-HAHA

On a personal note, some people are afraid of the number 666; look at it this way—it’s just the number after 665 and the number before I eat your sou…er, 667. 
( Don’t worry, I’m only a little bit twisted; the rest of me is bent)

Return of the Shrew
	“Hughy and P-Paul should be shipped off to some island with all the other butt fuckers!”
	“Yeah!  With all the monkeys, too!”
	“They wouldn’t be able to tell the difference ‘tween a banana and a monkey dick!”
	“Fucking faggots!”
	We know of those two homos, no telling how many others there are in our school.”
	“I think Jerry Klyptoupto is one.”
	“Yeah, I think so, too.”
	“Benny Manfree could be one—”
	“Donny Bagodung IS one!”  The two boys burst out giggling unaware (or not caring) if anyone at the outside burger joint heard them or not.)  The boys ogled some girls, Benny eyed a particular very young girl while Donny noted a cheerleader just getting out of car—she spread her legs just so revealing for Donny a “crotch” shot.

	It was early in the day, Saturday, and the boys were on their own, unattended.  Behind the drive-in eatery was a huge open wasteland field that emptied to the river where there was only a “stream” running thru the middle.  The boys headed there.
	The stream of river was some twenty feet across and shallow—‘cept in about the middle were it was waist deep.  Donny had no problem crossing the channel and getting wet; buddy Benny was hesitant.
	“Come on,” chided Donny, “don’t be a wuss!” and he happily charged into the “river”.  The “shallow” part was ankle deep, as he made for the middle it got deeper—deeper than expected.  Benny remained on the bank—waiting and watching.
	Donny moved to almost the middle where the water had gone up to his knees and was more swift than he thought.  He looked over his shoulder,
	“You gonna do this or what?”
	“I’ll wait until you drown!” chirped back his friend.
	Donny took another step—then another—then one more and was waist deep in a fast flowing current—and wasn’t yet to the middle of the “stream.”
	“Shit!” he bitched aloud.
	“Don’t worry,” quipped his friend on the bank, “you go down the weir will catch you!” a dam was a quarter of a mile down.
	Donny flipped his friend off and wisely thought better of his pursuit of the other side.
	“I drown and my Mom will be pissed!”
	The boys sloughed their way along the sandy back to where the river spread out more and was decidedly more shallow—even in the middle.  Both boys traversed the river where it was waist deep and moved to the railroad tracks.
	Looking East and West down the tracks the boys saw no train coming so they ventured across the trestle that spanned the river.  It was quite a trek as well as a bit warm.  Almost half way across and Benny announced,
	“I gotta crap!”
	“Thanks for sharing!” replied Donny.
	Benny thought about blasting a dooky over the edge of the trestle, but then—
	“Dude, drop a loaf on the rail!” Donny snickered.
	Benny dropped his pants and precariously straddled a glistening iron rail and squeezed out a turd.
	“Dude!” bitched the boy crapping boy, “what am I gonna wipe with!?”
	“Use a rock!  There’s plenty of them!”
	The stench of creosote was heavy—mixed in with Benny’s fresh brown turd.
	Selecting a couple of large rocks the boy went to work cleaning himself.
	“You’d better hurry,” quipped his friend, “we got company!”
	Benny turned his head and sure enough—down the tracks and the shimmering light of a locomotive was coming.  It was still a ways off but still…
	The boys headed off along the tracks thinking they could make to the other end before the train arrived.  Think again.  The train was hustling along at a good clip and entered the trestle before the boys made to the other end—thankfully, there were stand-outs along the trestle and the boys made for one just as the thunderous train roared by.  It was a long train—it wasn’t so bad as soon as the four locomotives roared along then it was just the train cars (whizzing by at 70 miles per!)
	After that—the boys found no evidence of Benny’s turd.  They moved off the trestle and across a dry canal then to the back area of a city corporation yard where “junk” piles of every thing was piles.  Next to the yard were the baseball yards associated with a minor league ball team.  The trees along the backside provided good shade and then there was the museum.
	The museum was an open museum whereas there were old trains, buildings, oil derricks, and cars.  In the fence surrounding the back lot area there was a way to sneak in onto the property without having to pay for a ticket.  The boys barely made way onto the gravely road by 1800s western town homes and business when a caretaker noted them.  He knew they hadn’t paid but let it go.  Benny and Donny weren’t too interested in much of the stuff at the museum—for one thing, they had been there many-many times before.
	They made for the old locomotives—the steam engines.
	Afterwards they came across a little girl; she was about 7 years young, very cute, very pretty, very alone.  She looked lost and was so.  The boys watched her as she looked around—there weren’t many peoples about and no one seemed to be looking for her.
	The boys, Benny and Donny, stared and stared.  For the most part, they were concerned, genuinely so.  But in the back of their mind—
	‘bet she’d look nice naked!’
	‘like to see her playing—without her clothes on!’
	‘like to see her taking a bath!’
	‘like to see her laying down on her bed—naked!’
	The boys’ illicit desires though privately held to themselves were not so secret—not to one utilizing a mind altering device.  The boys were lusting—heavily.
	‘would you like to see her naked?’ for reals.
	Benny seemed like he was constipated; he licked his lips and slowly nodded his head.  A nice boy; he had a round face with freckles, short brown hair with a good portion hanging loosely across his forehead and into his eyes.
	‘would you like to rub your dick against her butt?’
	Donny Bagodung had a long narrow face; dark hair that hung loose to one side of his face, blue-blue eyes, small lips.  He grinned when the question about the little girl came to his mind.  Almost instantly the answer was “YES!”
	The Shrew checked the immediate area; no one was about—hardly anyone about the premises at all.  It was entirely possibly that the little girl could have been left behind.
	Slowly, The Shrew misguided the boys helping them along with their secret desires.  Up until now, neither boy had ventured into the world of depravity; they had been “clean” boys—mischief makers, sure; but nothing warranting a severe scolding or to be arrested for.
	But desires are the Devil’s playground.
	Unawares, the three were mindlessly were led thru the middle of an 1880s courthouse and out the backdoor.  There, there was the back fence; a bit of lawn and some old boards, barrels, and other accruements for the 1880s settings.
	‘take your pants down.’ The Shrew minded to the two bewildered/stunned boys.  They undone their pants and pushed them down to stand in their typical tidy-whiteys.
	The Shrew sat on his knees behind “Emily” caressing her chest before undoing her own pants and tugging them down.  The boys saw only the little girl.  Neither were aware of having their minds affected. 
	Down came the little girl’s pants, followed by her basic white panties.  her red top came off and there she was—naked.  Shrew caressed the girl (all over) pressing his bold cock against her bare ass, dragging it up and down the crack; then,
	‘get up against her face.’
	Benny put his hard dong against Emily’s face humping lightly but with full intent.
	‘you got a sister?’ The Shrew asked.
	Benny nodded that it was so.
	‘are you nasty with her?’
	Benny shook his head—no.
	‘do you want to be?’
	Benny gulped, sweated, thought thoughtfully—then sheepishly shrugged.
	He did—but Jenny wasn’t into that shit.  She’d rat him out to their Mom.
	‘so, if you COULD—if she’d let you—would you?’
	More gulping, more deep soul searching.  Then another shrug, “I-I guess so.” He wasn’t sure—but he would like to be somewhat “nasty” with her.
	Donny was an only child—still, though, he had desires—unnatural desires.
	Every girl, any age, any color, creed, nationality, whatever.
	The boys rubbed their wangs all over the little girl’s face; Benny poked his wang into the girl’s mouth while Donny began an earnest bout of masturbation.
	‘you don’t like gays?’
	Easy question; hard answer.  Actually, hard to answer.  The true answer was YES, neither Benny Mantree or Donny Bagodung liked gays.  Both knew of a few gay boys and couldn’t imagine any girl being gay—they didn’t understand the concept of a girl being gay (she didn’t have a dick to suck or stuff up a cornhole!)
	The Shrew contemplated the boys’ fate.  Meanwhile,
	Benny came to the point of cumming—so did Donny.
	‘it’ll feel better ten times as much—if you do her in her cunt.’
	Benny took a few minutes to dwell on the notion of having sex with the little girl; Donny was all for it.  Pussy, mouth, asshole, didn’t matter to Donny so long as he got off in the process.
	Entering virgin territory, especially to a little tyke like Emily, wasn’t done without trepidation.  But it was done.  And once the fullness of Benny’s dong was most the way in?  Fuck it, he went for it as he was overcum with good vibrations.  There was no denying—no pulling out—once the feeling of sex nabbed him.
	And once Benny had done his thing and subsequently creamed the little wayward girl, Donny took his turn (followed by The Shrew.)  The little girl (and the boys) were coerced into sexual depravity unending behind the 1880s courthouse; oral, anal, spanking, peeing.  Little seven year old Emily sucked Benny’s foul cum soaked (and blood soaked) schlong while Donny took her from behind.  When once more the boys orgasmed, they rested, panted, then showered the child with their pee before leaving her and scampering (clothed) back the way they had cum.

*

Orgasms!  Orgasms!  My left nut for an orgasm!
	The Shrew lost track of his Subjects as he sighted in on another subject; a man walking along the river (the actual river part) with a little girl about four years young.  Benny and Donny were out of sight having gone down the steep dirt embankment to the dry river part and going for home as The Shrew had decreed them to do so.
	The father was not too tall, whiskered, very tan so he worked outside being a blue collar redneck—construction, oil field, something like; the little girl was a typical happy-go-lucky child wearing a blue top and short jean britches.  The man appeared nervous—most notably as he kept looking over his shoulder and then everywhere else.  The girl held his hand and did not seem to be alarmed—so The Shrew assumed she WAS the man’s kid.
	At length, a little ways from the railroad bridge (and all else) the pair came to the remains of an old truck half buried in the sand.  On the lee side of the truck the man helped get his child out of her clothes—totally!  The Shrew missed anything good as he slinked his way up to them.
	(what happened was, though, she had to pee and on outings the little one got her clothes off, spread her legs, and peed up a storm.  Much to her daddy’s delight.)
	Afterwards, Daddy Jerry hauled out his meat stick and boldly masturbated right in front of the little girl—and surprising The Shrew, the little girl took the elongated member and took over masturbation followed by kissing the head of the man’s penis before sucking down on the head.
	Jerry Hackrock, oilfield foreman, furiously worked his organ until shooting a massive pent up load of cum onto his sweet innocent child’s face as well as drenching her naked chest.  Then—then the naughty daddy laid down bringing his little one onto him.  She straddled his sex; the naughty daddy placed his hands on her hips and grinded her back and forth on his daddy bone until it was hard-hard-hard.
	And then he did enter her.
	The Shrew didn’t think it possible but the naughty daddy’s cock went part way into the child cunt.  Then he helped her ride him—repeatedly until he squirted his daddy love cream once more.
	Jerry and daughter Kellie were lucky The Shrew was spying on them and not The Strangler!  The Shrew merely observed—then he went on finding as many as four boys with a girl.  The boys (and girl) were further down the river bank; the boys (and girl) were preteens, the boys were shirtless; some shirts wrapped about their waists while two boys had their shirts about their foreheads.  The girl’s hands were bound by handkerchiefs and although she was smiling and giggling she was a “prisoner” of the “pirate” boys and led off to a pirate cave.
	It was worth a looksee investigation.
	The Shrew didn’t have (or was aware of) the Invisibility trick so he used stealth and extreme sneakiness to spy on his prey—er, Subjects.  The girl, Abby, was a willing captive; she seemed to even goad and help her captors.  The boy pirates led by Captain Aaron were too giddy to be serious about what they were doing but they tried.
	The girl, Abbey, was cute; at eleven, though, she was pretty flat chested.  Very tan skin, blond hair with a floppy thick pony tail; a wide smile, incredible blue eyes, nice firm butt.  She wore a summery tank top; blue with short blue shorts, too.  The pirate boys led her to a cave not far from the dry river.  The cave was part way into a rustic hillside formed with tin slats and adorned with old oil barrels and vehicle tires.
	
	Once inside the cave—which was only part way into the hillside some few feet, the boys tussled the girl about as she playfully tried to “escape.”
	“Tell us where the treasure is!” barked Pirate Jacob.
	“Aye,” giggled Pirate Ron trying his best to maintain a straight face, “or ye’ll be walkin’ the plank!”
	Abbey grinned and said, “It’s between my legs!”
	“What-ho!” giggled Pirate Hank, “Let’s get at that treasure!” and the Pirates did just that.  
	Pirate Jacob stood behind the girl while Pirates Ron and Hank were at her sides holding her arms.  Pirate Captain Aaron sized up his captive, then got on his knees pulling down Abbey’s blue shorts.  She wore pink panties and all the boys’ eyes were glued to them.
	Abbey offered no resistance.
	Aaron somewhat nervously pulled down Abbey’s panties; the girl merely giggled and grinned; she stamped her feet and wriggled some.  Pirate Jacob smacked her now bare bottom snarling “Settle down, wench!”
	With the panties down at her ankles, Captain of the Pirates gave the girl’s bald poon a good look at.  He licked his lips and eyed the pussy contemplating his next move.
	‘lay her down, dumbass.’ cooed The Shrew.
	“Lay her down.” Aaron barked.
	The pirate crew wrestled the “willing” captive down.
	‘take her clothes off.’
	Aaron worked off Abbey’s shorts and panties; then, on further prompt from the slinking hidden Shrew, put his face down to Abbey’s cunt still searching for “the treasure.”
	Jacob, Ron, and Hank stared in utter awe as their illustrious leader began licking Abbey’s bald poon.  “Wow!” and “Whoa!” the boys spoke—and all were gouging the heel of their hands to their suddenly bulging boners.
	Aaron licked and licked all over the squirming girl’s cunt; he nipped the lips and “sucked” the captive’s pussy before sitting up then standing up and shucking his pants.  He stood bold stark naked with a raging hard-on.
	Abbey opened her legs (on her own.)
	Aaron needed only a little coaxing from The Shrew.  The pirates were all dumbfounded and mindless as they watched their captain lay down on Abbey.  None watched the actual process of actual penetration—they could see partly as Aaron locked his arms/elbows and sat at a 45 degree up on the near naked captive (Abbey’s top was still on).  The boy bucked as he fucked and the gaggle of pirates could see his penis going in and out of Abbey’s cunt.
	Captain Aaron went four minutes of good earnest humping before entering into that glorious realm that was blissfully orgasic.  His eyes rolled and he shuddered from head to toes.  His toes curled!  He tingled all over and it was ten times as fantastic as he imagined.  The Shrew didn’t do (or wasn’t aware of) Q&A so he didn’t know if Pirate Captain Aaron was an avid wanker or not.  Probably was.
	Aaron was speechless.  He seemed genuinely bewildered.  The Shrew noted the lack of “blood” on the boy’s dick or the girl’s cunt—suggesting that she was maybe not a virgin.  Probably wasn’t.
	The other pirates took their turns—and unlike The Strangler! and Dmitri Tsugua, Shrew did not join in and/or participate.  He could have—but didn’t.

*

Gay boys in bondage
	At the Mantree home, Benny Mantree and best bud, Donny Bagodung goofed off in the backyard—awaiting the return of The Shrew.  It was early evening; Benny’s ten year old sister, Jenny, was not home yet nor was Benny’s mother, Nellie.  There was no daddy.  Upon The Shrew’s return and the boys moved into the house and to Benny’s room.  Although Shrew did not have or was aware of the invisibility ability—he was able to nix the minds of his Subjects in effect rendering himself invisible.  The Subjects of The Shrew’s delight were unawares of his presence—so that was a part of the invisibility trick—a trick of the mind if you will.
	‘get naked.’
	Benny and Donny undressed.  The Shrew eyed their nakedness with almost sadistic glee.
	‘hug.’
	The boys did not hesitate and nakedly hugged one another.
	‘embrace—and hold.’
	The boys complied; after hugging (and letting go) they returned squishing their young teenage bodies together in a deep embrace.  On further prompts; the boys grabbed the other’s ass.  Then, they kissed.  This got them aroused and they began to hump while standing.
	Donny went to his knees—on The Shrew’s command and wicked desire, and took his friend’s schlong—worked it, flogged it, then began sucking it.
	‘you like sucking his cock.’  ‘you like his cock in your mouth.’  ‘you like sucking his balls.’  ‘you like his balls in your mouth.’  ‘you like jerking him off.’  ‘you like sucking his cum!’
	Furthermore, young Donny wanted his friend, Benny, to cum on his face, cum on his balls, cum on his asshole!  He would, also, like to be spanked, harshly with bare hand and then belt.
	‘try and have your friend stuff your asshole with your balls.’
	‘you want your friend to pee on your face.’
	‘you want to take a shower with your friend.’ And while doing, have sex, glorious sex!  Anal, oral, whatever.
	And for Benny?  Pretty much the same; sucking, ball washing, rim jobbing, spanking, peeing—the works.  The Shrew put the boys thru their paces—thru the likes that they aforementioned disliked.  But they would only hold these peculiar likes for one another.  They could still diss gays and the homo life; but privately, at home—or at the river, they would engage with one another sexually.
	And Up the Ass would be their favorite vocation (other than oral.)

*

A Tin Hut!
	He had missed the holidays; missed his sister’s fifteenth birthday, his parents’ wedding anniversary, and high school reunion—but the twenty-five year old army boy was finally home.  A missed flight here, a hitchhike there, and a taxi ride finally deposited Allen Stockbone home.
	It was early morning when the Akal taxi driver dropped him.  Gretting Allen at the door was his sister, Casey Anne, whom he had not seen in two years.  She was sixteen now and had “filled out” some since last he had seen her.  They hugged—and kissed.  Casey Anne dragged her tired brother in who needed a shave, hot bath, and sleep.
	But first!
	After the deep embrace that was illicitly immoral the girl whipped off her gray sweat shirt and shucked her gray sweat pants.  No panties—no bra.  Army boy Allen smiled at his willing sister—they apparently had a very loving relationship.  Allen dropped his shirts onto his duffle bag; Casey Anne hungrily worked his pants down freeing his aching cock.  She worked the pulsing prong, sucking on the head driving her adult brother crazy.
	“Oh fucking God!” he blurted, “It’s been so long!”
	Casey Anne mouthed something but her mouth was full of cock meat to be understood.  She sucked in the whole thang; one hand continuing to work the johnson while the other fingered her teenage cunt.
	Passion was escalating; Allen clumsily kicked off his military boots then with the help of his extremely horny sister got his pants and undies off.  Then, then—right there on the family kitchen table he boned her.
	Casey Anne hopped onto the table herself, fingered herself all the more, adored her adult brother, then laid down spreading her willing legs willingly.  Allen eyed his sister’s teenage twat—he had been fucking it since she was ten!  He had gone up her ass when she was younger than that!  In her mouth even younger!
	Just as he was at level plateau of fucking did Don and June come down—
	“OH!  Allen!” cried out his mother, “We were expecting you yesterday!”
	“Missed a flight,” Allen said not missing a step, “finally got a MAC flight.”
	Daddy Don came over, clad in his pajamas, and took a more earnest looksee at his adult son and teenage daughter.  He massaged himself as he did so and awkwardly did Casey Anne reach out and fish out her Daddy’s dick.  She began to massage it and by then, Momma June had dropped her robe and nightgown spouting, “After her, I’m next!”
	Allen grinned and finished his job with his sister exclaiming “God fucking damn that was good!”
	Casey Anne fingered her cum soaked cunt then rolled over to suckle on her Daddy’s cum squirter.  Momma June fondled her son’s cummy schlong dragging it up against her hairless cunt.  The two embraced and briefly kissed before June dragged her son to the floor.  Nothing was said; Allen mounted his Mother and drove his aching smoldering bone into her sex and the fuck was on.
	Daddy Don smacked his daughter’s ass as she sucked them; then she whirled around to a near sitting position with her ass right on the edge of the table.  Don guided his prick into her teenage recess and “the fuck was on.”
	Nice family.  Lucky it was The Shrew spying on them and not The Strangler!

*

Bad days
	The first day
	Since becoming aware of the Electronic Mind Altering Device he had grown to love and admire suddenly somehow becoming absorbed into his being, Shrew Wipplebone had ventured into adventures he never thought possible—but always wanted them.  For the most part—he was an observer.  Unlike Dmitri and Seth, and others here and there, Shrew did not always participate in what he “observed.”
	But then there were times that he did.
	And like Dmitri and Seth, he “found” adventure—or it found him.

*

	Having the mysterious mind warping technology imbued within him gave the middle aged man delightful insight to society.  He hadn’t mastered the “invisibility” aspect of having the EMAD-device infused in him but he had managed to master the mind control feature quite nicely.
	He wasn’t as maniacal as other possessors of EMADs but he had his moments.  Like Dmitri (and Seth) The Shrew enjoyed making those who would not normally engaged in sexual depravity.  Participation was also like same; but unlike The Strangler! the Shrew did not add to list of misfortunate unfortunates.
	Happenstance being what it is, Shrew came upon two fortunates that took his interest—the girl mostly, but the boy had promise, too.  At a large open park where a festival of some sort was happening at one end, a bizarre on the other, and a volley ball game in the middle, the brother and sister (of fortunate interest) got The Shrew’s attention—mostly by their bickering.  Well, not so much as bickering as the girl was bitchy and the boy disappointed.
	Toby was trying to get his sister to “give”; of herself to help out less fortunate people—her time and whatever stuff she had at home that she no longer was interested in.  Hanna wasn’t interested in giving of her “time”; she was “on the phone” with a friend “Get this,” she said into her cell phone, “he wants ME to give up my time to some charity!  Can you believe him!?” she giggled and as she leaned against the wall of a park bathroom, she noted her dimwit brother still hanging too close around, “You still here?” she bitched.
	Toby sighed, shook his head sadly and walked dejectedly away.
	Hanna shook her head sadly—funny, though, when she was five she had asked Santa (Claus) for a baby sibling.  Brother, sister, alien, it didn’t matter, she was the only child and it had gotten old—time for someone in her life to play with and be the Big Sister.
	After a while, especially since turning teenager, that Santa wish had gotten old.  He was a brat, always bugging her to help out others, something.  They were years apart in age and her world was much different than his.  Much different.
	But Hanna wasn’t all bad; she saw her dejected brother slough his way through the park to the far west side and slump on a picnic bench.  He didn’t have many friends; they had big families and were always doing something “as a family.”  Their own family—not so much.  Their parents were too absorbed in their work so Hanna and Toby were pretty much on their own.
	Hanna suddenly felt badly for her actions.  She concluded her call and made way to her ten year old dweeb brother.  Life on the world of Earth was not the same anymore—not with the advent of electronic mind controllers.  No more were there the carefree lifestyle so many of the populace enjoyed—but still, many tried.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Hanna’s mouth dropped, her face of shock conveying muchly “I will not!”
	‘you will to!’
	And she did.  She resisted but pulled off her top, unhitched her bra and let it fall away, then; while sitting, undone her blue walking shorts and pushed them down revealing a pair of nice bikini style light pink panties.  Brother Toby was all eyes—and hard.
	Hanna struggled with herself; to breathe, concentrate, think, and be in all disbelief at what was happening.  Then she laid down and shucked her pink panties, spread her legs, and began fingering herself all the while her very stunned (and very cock hard brother) watched with mouth open and eyes wide-wide.
	Then he, too, undressed.
	Once naked, Hanna reached up and began toying with her dweeb brother’s cock, fondled his balls, rubbed his butt.  Then she reached up further her body and SUCKED her brother’s cock!  She did!  (under dire protest of course.)
	After sucking—Toby positioned himself between his sister’s opened legs.  By now, both knew and understood that they were being controlled and there was little to nothing that they could do about what was going on.  Hanna cooed to her brother—‘just go with it.’ Toby was unable to concoct any words to coo back and make any statement whatsoever.  At ten years young, the tween had just begun to find pleasure in pleasing himself.  Jerking off on a daily basis was a year or so away; bed humping, desires of the unnatural kind of humping his sister’s ass, his best friend’s ass, anyone’s ass was also a year or so away.
	Once he was “in” his sister’s cunt the natural instinct of pumping took over and he humped a good hump.  He wasn’t particularly good at it but he sufficed and humped a good hump regardless.
	And several minutes later after slipping out and grinding against Hanna’s slicked up snatch, he came.  A great jet of jutting spunk spewed INTO the girl’s cunt as well as out when the boy pulled out to once more satiate himself against her.  It was the most marvelous thing ever!
	Hanna had to admit that there was a monochrome of pleasure in the deed of getting fucked—however, getting fucked by her brother downplayed such pleasure.  The tingling sensation was not denied, though; she reeled in the foul deed then languished before the “unseen” Shrew slid his own cock into her and gave her the fucking of her life—all the while spanking her brother’s lily white ass as he lay in delirium beside them.
	When the 42 year old Shrew had cum a great quantity of his liquid but sticky love into the young teen, he positioned her brother onto her face with his (Toby’s) balls in her mouth.  Then, The Shrew got behind the boy, spanked him, then parted his cheeks and penetrated his very-very virgin asshole.
In your neighborhood—this happened
	After watching his cum drip out of the boy’s hole (and onto his sister’s face below him) The Shrew went on his way finding the next snippet of interest.  Just down from the park and up a quaint road to an old development made anew and there was a home invasion/robbery in progress.  It was a “home invasion” ‘cause there was someone home—otherwise it would have been a simple robbery.
	Thing was, though, the robbers were not aware that there was someone home.  The someone home was thirteen year old Chloe Smidgepot.  
	The teenager was in her room; slightly involved in doing her homework; doing her hair, doing herself, contemplating the mysteries of life—while diddling herself.
	Then she heard noises downstairs.
	From the not-so-centralized park Shrew had just been where he had misguided Hanna and her brother to the area of the park where it was heavily overgrown making what they did there unseen—up a couple of blocks to a not-so-well-to-do area.  It was quasi redneck but a better class; these redneck dwellers had more money and were “investors” to large four wheel drive vehicles (and associated events—i.e. big-BIG trucks crushing little-little cars and dirt mounds).
	The Smidgepot home was a two story home, blue with white trim nestled against a large rustic hill.  The house was surrounded by huge trees and shrubs making a natural fence.  It wasn’t a rundown place but could use a little upkeep.
	Chloe froze when she heard the noises and quickly “zipped” up her semi tight jeans.  She knew if it was her Dad he would say something “I’m HOME!” but no such pronouncement came.  Her bedroom door was open and just as she made way to the hallway she heard steps coming up the stairs—and voices!
	Quickly and did the young teen fly to her walk-in closet but feared the intruders would search it and find her there—so she flung herself under her bed.  Just in time, too; not one, not two, but THREE unknown men type intruders intruded into her room and began prowling.  They were home invaders, robbers!
	Chloe held her cell phone trembling with great fear.
	She made an emergency call—she tried to call her Dad but instinctively dialed the 911 number first.  She held the phone close and tight to her ear and made desperate daring whispers telling the emergency operator her dire situation.
	Then she farted.
	One of the intruders was too close and heard the “frog” burst—he also saw Chloe’s foot sticking out from under the bed and got the attention of his companions.  The 911 operator was just at the point of getting the teenager’s address as Chloe’s cell phone did not automatically pin point where she was or give the exactness of her placement when there was a bloodcurdling scream from the teenager.
	The operator listened as Chloe was dragged out from under the bed, slapped around by the intruders, then as the young teen lay delirious on her bed the unmistakable sounds of clothing being removed could be heard.
	“Hot shit,” quipped one of the young men intruders, “bitch aint wearin’ no panties!”
	The other two young men giggled, one of the men KNEW Chloe—a family friend he was he was.  Long had he wanted to see the girl naked—long had he wanted to fuck the girl’s brains out.
	Chloe had been too scared to fight—had she been less scared she would have been more capable of fighting the intruders and possibly fleeing but fear had doomed her.  Once dragged out from under her bed the men grabbed her and though she did initially try to fend them off they slapped her, pinned her, punched her with one man punching her in the face taking what little fight the girl had right out of her.
	Thrown onto her bed the girl lay in delirium as the men firstly gawked at her then sneered and had the same idea one-two-three.  Chloe was in no shape whatsoever to fight back but she tried kicking as the intruders pulled her pants off.  She had been “busy” earlier fingering herself thusly had no undies on.  No bra, either.  The men ripped her shirt off and lusted heavily.
	Terry Lakepile was the oldest at twenty-three.  He looked the thirteen year old girl over rubbing his whiskered chin thoughtfully before undoing his pants.  Orary Ickgog and Roger Bognose followed suit.  The emergency operator heard unmistakable sounds of what could only be described as spanking.
	Rolled over on her bed and Chloe Jane was indeed being spanked.  Bare handed.  Terry L laid his hands to the girl’s tender bum turning it a bright red before wrenching her over, spreading her legs, and easing his cock into her pussy.  Chloe was vaguely aware of the rape but had little energy to fight.  She flung her pretty head but could do little against her offender.
	It wasn’t the first time the twenty-three year old Terry Lakepile had raped a teenage girl—but it was the first time he liked it.  He languished in his foul deed, took his time—he knew that he had plenty of time ‘cause the girl’s Dad worked way-way on the far-far side of town.  That nifty tidbit of info coming from the girl’s “family friend”, Roger.
	Chloe had long-long-long straight strawberry blond hair; there were braces, a short perky nose, high cheekbones.  She lived with her single father; her mother having past away from cancer when she was five.  There were other relatives who came to stay now and then—an uncle, a cousin or two, a deadbeat relative of this kind and that.  None currently lived there save Chloe and her single dad.

	Chloe was not a virgin.  Whether or not she was getting some dick from dear ole single daddy or a wayward visiting deadbeat cousin or a simple redneck boyfriend was not clear.  Terry didn’t care.  She was tight enough to please him and that was all that mattered.  He pulled out a couple of three times, humped the girl’s crevice, slapped her face, then returned his cock to her sex and continued on until he filled her with his love cream.
	After spanking her pussy with his gangly cock he moved up to straddle her chest and titty fuck her.  Grabbing her from the back of her head he made her suck his cock.  Horny lackies Orary and Roger pushed and shoved one another for who was to be next with their turn.  Terry positioned himself on the bed with the girl’s head on his lap.  It was Orary who got Sloppy Seconds and plowed the semi conscious girl.  She was “aware” but had been slapped into submission.  She lay wallowing on her bed barely aware of the fact that “family friend” Roger was readying to take his turn with her.
	Orary took his time; when he pulled out he pushed the hapless girl’s legs up so as he could push his cock IN to her asshole.  There he did pump vigorously finding that hole as pleasing as her cunt.  It was there Orary released his cream instead of her pussy.  The young man of twenty-two virtually collapsed reeling in his buggery.
	Family friend, Roger, took his turn—sloppy thirds.  Terry maintained the girl’s head on his lap, skull fucking the languishing girl until Roger was done.  Then, he went into the girl again fucking her fast and furiously while Orary and Roger howled.  Orary and Roger then double teamed the girl with Roger plowing his way into the girl’s asshole.  He had known the girl since she was six and he was thirteen.  He sometimes had walked her to school, walked her home, took her fishing, riding his all-terrain vehicle, and when she fell in the creek he had stripped her clothes off (to let them dry in the sun) and held the girl to him to warm her.
	After the double teaming and Terry took his turn sodomizing the girl, spanking her, and watching her suck off Orary and Roger before they collected a few things and left.
	Enter The Shrew.
	He wasn’t sadistic—but wasn’t helpful, either.  He was NOT like The Strangler—which was good in favor of Chloe.  However, after a moment to size up the situation, The Shrew cleaned the girl up in the hall bathroom; then, on the bathroom floor took HIS turn.  He found the girl delightful and drilled her asshole, too, before taking her back to her room.
	When Chloe’s single daddy came home and found the downstairs area kinda thrashed and trashed he raced up to his daughter’s room finding her spread eagled on her bed—tied to her bed; naked, too.

	The girl was still delirious.
	Alden Smidgepot stared in disbelief; then,
	‘take off your clothes.’

*
Kenya bangs ‘em all
	Two neighborhoods up from the upper class redneck area and quite a difference in homes, cars, neighbors.   Very well maintained homes and landscape; townhomes, huge towering 100 year old plus trees, reminiscent area of upper New York areas of Brooklyn as well as neighborhoods in New Orleans.  Upscale homes where most of the peoples were professionals in the area of doctors, lawyers, business owners, university professors, and authors.
	One such home was of interest to our wandering spy—Shrew Wipplebone.
	A large family lived in a very nice 2-story townhome; Kenya, Makayla, Jenee, and Keisha made up the “children” of the home; the oldest, Sondra, did not live in the house as she was married and was in attendance at a local college.  Heading up the large household were the parental units, a doctor AND a lawyer.  And above having their own practices taught at the college AND university!
	Now,
	The Shrew was privy to a private and very personal conversation between Kenya and Makayla.  Makayla was antsy, pittering about the house unable to sit still for five seconds—literally.  It annoyed her brother, Kenya.
	“You on something?” he asked out of concern—and why, if she was, wasn’t she sharing.
	“No,” she said emphatically, “it’s something else.”
	Makayla and Kenya had a pretty good relationship; they were brother and sister and were pretty good kids.  They didn’t out and out get one another into trouble (with their parents) but often giggled and snickered when trouble came to one of them—or one of their other siblings.
	Kenya, the only boy, was fifteen.  Makayla was just thirteen; the youngest sibling, Keisha, had just turned ten.  Sister Jenee was seventeen.  Having a good rapport helped within the siblings when strife came to the household—mostly helping the other out by covering for them, making an alibi, or some sort of other concession.  The relationship between Kenya and Makayla was so good that the thirteen year old girl did not have a quibble when announcing the fact that she was horny.
	“I’m so horny I cant think straight!”
	“Thanks for sharing!” giggled/snickered Kenya.
	“It’s a girl thing.” bitched back the antsy Makayla.
	“It’s a guy thing, too!” returned her still snickering/giggling brother.
	“Yeah, easier for you—you’re a boy!”
	“What’s that supposed to mean?”
	Makayla sneered, “It’s easier ‘cause you can just whip it out and please yourself quickly.”
	Kenya blushed replying, “Girls please themselves, too!”
	“Not as easily,” she said, “need more room, privacy—”
	“Someone else to help out!” giggled a blushing brother.
	“That, too.  Sometimes.”
	“Why don’t you get a friend or something to “help out?””
	Makayla shook her head, “The guys I know are dweebs, jerks, dorks, geeks, and too eager.”
	“Gotcha.”
	Then Makayla asked if he had ever done anything with the other girls, Jenee or Sondra.
	Kenya blushed big—which was diff to do being African American.
	Makayla (sitting still for longer than five seconds) watched her embarrassed brother get a drink from the fridge.  The day was early, the other siblings were off doing their own thing after school, parental units One and Two weren’t due home for two more hours.
	“A little.” Kenya finally said not looking at his sister directly.
	“Really?” squealed Makayla (who was in Kenya’s opinion  the prettiest sister of them all; Sondra was exceptionally pretty, too—taking directly after their mother.  “Like what?”
	Kenya in no way was going to spill so readily.  He looked in shock to his inquisitive sibling, “Kayla!” he said astonishingly, he would have thought something like the subject of incest would have already been shared with her.
	“We talk about boys, teachers, our parents, but some things,” she said with a shrug, “we kind of don’t say much about.” Sex in other words.
	Kenya pushed off from the kitchen bar and swung a leg over the kitchen chair at the breakfast table.  He sighed, licked his lips thoughtfully, then with a shrug of his own, “Well, me and—don’t tell her or anyone!” he warned having a sudden second thought.
	“I wont—I swear!” said a very eager Makayla.
	“Well, sometimes me and Jenee.”
	Makayla’s mouth hung open, eyes wide-wide with awe.
	“You and Jenee—what?  What do you do?”
	Kenya didn’t want to spill but reluctantly did so,
	“We get freaky—we do it.”
	Makayla’s mouth dropped even more.  “No way!”
	“Yes way.”
	Makayla’s eyes darted “down” to her brother’s boy parts—then quickly back up to his face.  She couldn’t think straight.  She could barely breathe.
	“Wow.” she said finally.
	Kenya grinned.  “Just a few times.”
	“A few times!” squealed the girl.  “Oh my God!” then,
	“When?  Where?  Was anyone home?  Was I here?”
	Kenya didn’t want to get into all the details, and also feared the girl would blab the secret to Jenee who would kill him for blabbing.
	“In the basement,” Kenya said recalling fondly, “in the bathroom, in my room, and backyard.”
	“The backyard!?”
	“Yeah,” giggled Kenya, “at night, midnight.” He smiled and sat back recalling those couple of times were pretty fantastic.  So fantastic that he began to methodically massaging his cock.
	Makayla’s eyes fell to his actions.  She pursed her lips then began licking them thinking deeply.
	Then,
	“What about Sondra?”
	Kenya looked to his sister, smiled, nodded his head; then shrugged and seemed to be in some agony (gouging the heel of his hand to his very hard cock inside his pants).
	“Her, too!?”
	“We really didn’t do much.”
	“But what DID you do?”
	“A handjob.”
	Makayla nearly feel out of her chair.
	“Blowjob, too.”
	When he was twelve she (Sondra) caught him jerking off—and at twelve, Kenya had a pretty stout cock.  She played with it, worked it—worked it—worked it.  Then she sucked-sucked-sucked it.
	“Anything else?” Makayla asked, “Like, did-did you do it?”
	Kenya sighed and shook his head No.  but,
	“Sort of.”
	“Sort of?” queried the girl, “How can you “sort of” fuck?”
	Despite the family as a whole going to church, being in the choir, doing churchy things and being as Christian as possible—the siblings were not all that Christian.
	“Well, she let me grind on her.” Not IN her but ON her.  There’s a difference.  (shhh, he also went up her ass but didn’t tell Makayla that nifty bit of info.)
	Kenya, feeling that the situation due to the conversation had escalated beyond a certain point made it comfortable enough for him to “whip it out.”  So he did.
	Makayla watched and did not freak out, scream, or run away.  Kenya unleashed his beastly cock, flogged it, dogged it, waggled right before his inquisitive sibling of whom he DID desire to fuck-fuck-fuck.  
	“Oh wow.” remarked Makayla.  “Wow.”
	Kenya breathed hard—his  mind was whirring, desire burning.
	The unseen Shrew decided to help out the cause and intervene.
	‘take off your clothes.’ he minded to Makayla.
	Makayla, who was a very pretty black girl in her own right; liked layered clothing, sensible baubles, and was almost an “A” student.  She sang in the church choir and often sang a solo.  She played on the school soccer team and was the one who most likely would get involved in some social cause—help the needy, the seniors, and animals of the community, environmental issues, and recycling causes.  She eyed her brother’s wang then stood up pulling off her three layer top and unhooking the clasp to her purple tinted bra.
	Kenya took a turn to have his mouth hang open.
	Makayla wore a funky cotton pant of light purple—they were undone and dropped.  Being siblings it was a natural that they saw one another in various stages of undress up to including naked.  Makayla had no idea that her brother was fooling around with their sisters.
	Slowly down came the dark purple tinted panties and there she was—nude.
	Kenya stroked his cock all the harder and looked lustfully onto his naked sibling.  He nodded his head approvingly (and lusted greatly.)
	‘sit on his lap.’
	Makayla stepped out of her clothes and approached her brother (and his offering.)  Kenya (on his own) pushed his pants and underwear down followed by removing his shirt and sat nakedly gawking at his naked sister.
	‘uh, suck it—first.’
	Makayla eased to her knees, sized up her brother’s cock, grinned (on her own) then took over handling the impressive seven inch schlong and began kissing it before engulfing it.  Kenya’s mind was blown.  He moved his hips, clenching in the like effort it took to pump a girl’s pussy.  Makayla sucked-sucked-sucked; then pulled back to work the cock into a further frenzy—all the while she fingered her cock hungry cunt into a like frenzy.
	Then, on her own, she stood up and mounted her brother sliding her non-virgin pussy down onto his shaft.  Kenya gripped his sister’s very fine ass and drove his cock up into her sex.  Makayla did most the work of gliding herself Up and then Down—her bodacious titties grinded against her brother’s chest.
	After coupling on the chair—no condom, they fucked on the breakfast table, too!  Still no condom.  Makayla laid herself out—with help of her brother, legs up along his chest, his cock just a minute or so break from being in his sister’s quim where it was well enough received and graciously so.
	After fucking on the table the two grabbed their clothes and dashed upstairs to a bathroom he used—his sisters had a bathroom they shared exclusively.  In Kenya’s bathroom—they showered and giggled all the while.  Makayla sucked her brother’s more than average dick—after he washed and then rinsed it.  Kenya pinned his sister up against the tile wall of the shower and rammed his more-than-average mamba into her cunt—still no condom.
	Then, while drying off—doggie style!
	Makayla not so much into getting “dogged.”
	They had just finished another fuck session (Makayla) on top of her brother, rested, and noted the time was getting on and decided to continue on at a later time.  Makayla darted out of the bathroom first encountering the youngest Huckstable sibling, Keisha.  She was ten, in the hallway, and though not so shocked at seeing her naked sib emerging from their brother’s bathroom—was shocked when said brother came boldly out of said bathroom also naked.
	“Ahhhm!” she said knowing full well what the two probably were doing.
	Both naked sibs were stunned in place unable to say word one.
	“Jenee’s downstairs.” the young girl supplied.
	The naked siblings continued to stand in stuped stupefication.
	Keisha eyed her brother’s still proud hard cock—mouth open, too.  She nodded her head fully becoming aware of what they had been doing.  Makayla shot a look to her brother—heard voices downstairs and cocked her head to hear better.
	“Nadine and Sondra here, too.” Keisha said—Nadine a friend of Sondra’s.
	And according to time—the parental units were due home, too.
	“You going to say anything?” Makayla asked—meaning about what she was seeing (and say it to anyone—like a parental unit.)
	Keisha shook her head, pursing her lips—but conveying she was thinking of something.  “Not if you let me play, too!”
	Makayla nearly fainted.
	Kenya?  Not so much.  He smiled and as Sondra began trekking up the stairs he waggled his cock and bolted for his room.  Makayla did likewise while a not-so bashful Keisha smiled and entered her own bathroom (where inside she slipped her fingers to her ten year old pussy and “got after it.”
	Later on that night and this happened—
	In the basement around midnight, Kenya, Makayla, and a still bashful Keisha giggled and blushed as they prepared to engage in incest.  Kenya’s cock could be seen thru his pajamas—hard-hard-hard.
	Lots of giggling, lots of blushing, no one really doing anything—so, The Shrew had to intervene to get things going.
	‘take off your clothes.’ he submitted to the siblings.  And one by one by one the trio undressed.  The girls gawked at their brother’s more than average schlong—and giggled/blushed all the more.
	‘suck him.’ The Shrew minded to Makayla.  Makayla had a nice body (‘specially when naked) and Kenya’s eyes were on her—on her bouncey smallish titties and delightfully pleasing to the eye pussy.  The timid girl took holt of her brother’s cock and masturbated it; Keisha stood nakedly right beside them; mouth agape with eyes just as much.  It was a wow factor ten-fold.
	The basement scene was not a dreary place; it was kept up, “finished” with paneling and lighting; utilities occupied one corner; a half bath another section; household stuff not in use or no room for filled out the rest of the space.
	After much fondling of her brother’s schlong the thirteen year old proceeded with the rest of The Shrew’s command.  Keisha was in absolute awe as she watched her sister devour their brother’s dick.  She was not naïve and knew what a “blowjob” was but the concept of actually sucking a boy’s dick was a little elusive.
	But she managed to suck (and suck well) just the same.
	To her brother—it was fantastic!
	And after Keisha—Makayla!
	And after the girls had sucked his dick—
	‘suck them.’
	Kenya was not naïve about what “suck them” pertained to.  Makayla wasn’t, either; Keisha had never heard of the concept and giggled all the while it was performed on her.  She liked—a lot!  Makayla giggled and really got into being licked out.  She also liked—a lot!
	Kenya had never licked a girl’s pussy out—he had heard of such things and know’d some boys who bragged about doing such deed but had not participated in the joyful act.  He kinda liked it—kinda.  He really didn’t know what the big deal was—but, it did give umph to his aching pussy hungry cock.
	And after licking-licking-licking Makayla’s cunt to the fullest he made vaginal entry (on his own!)  Keisha sat on her knees watching—and with the aided help of The Shrew she looked at the business end seeing her brother’s cock sliding in and out of Makayla’s cock hungry cunt.  She fingered herself until it was HER turn.
	Keisha’s turn came and Makayla just couldn’t believe it—nor could Kenya.  It mattered little to not that the young girl was his sister—it equally mattered not that she was young.  All that mattered was the fucking.  The fucking.  Kenya’s hands clamped tightly the girl’s wondrous ass as most his cock slid into her as she lay atop him.  The fucking—the fucking.
	Makayla was awed; she giggled, fingered herself, and watched the fucking of her brother and sister.  The Shrew was watching, too.  And as soon as the siblings all got theirs—Shrew got his.  Kenya managed most of his cock into his little sister’s delightful tight quim and there he did spew a gracious quantity of liquid brotherly love.  Thereafter he was spent.
	Good thing, Keisha reeled in the thereafter of having her first fuck; her pussy tingled (and was a little sore along with being a little sticky.)  She sat on her brother’s chest facing down his body inching her butt(hole) to his face while Makayla sucked off on The Shrew’s schlong.
	She sucked and sucked and sucked.
	Keisha perched herself (her sex) onto her brother’s face whereupon he licked her cunt—the cunt he had just fucked!  Makayla sucked and sucked and sucked.  Keisha wiggled (her sex) on her brother’s face and he happily licked her pussy neverminding he was also licking his own spunk!  Ewewewe!
	Makayla sucked and sucked and then sucked some more before turning around and sucking on her brother’s reverent prong.  The Shrew then poked his well slurped on schlong into the black girl’s dark hole pumping steadily and enjoying every moment of it.
 
*

The whew of Shrew
	Cities were ok, and a probable necessity; towns were better—they were smaller.  Shrew didn’t care for cities; he had lived in them for years and found them deplorable, corruptible, despicable, inept, and not all that friendly.  He loved some of the older buildings—for their architecture.  Sure there were some good points of city life; the theatres came to mind, outdoor plays in the parks, and the great variety of peoples—‘specially young peoples.  Really young peoples.
	The Shrew, like Dmitri and Seth, and other Main Characters (August Moone) had a serious penchant for Young Peoples—the flat chested and hairless for example.  But he also liked them with a little bit o’ chest, butt, and the ability to take his cock without too much trouble.
	Days after “visiting” the Huckstable family and The Shrew set his eyes on a new target.  Out of the stifling city he ventured to a neighboring town he felt more comfortable in trolling—er, driving.  At a centralized park he parked his juniper green refurbished ’53 GMC.  The early American Big Three truck had custom wheels, powerplant, tinted windows, and a special half camper for the purposes of “camping” kind of rustic-like.

	The day was cloudy, overcast, with slight chance of rain.  Slight.  The “target” was with other girls, and some boys, playing in the park flanked on three sides by homes; the fourth side was a four lane highway.  Shrew watched the target; there were several other “targets” of interest but The Shrew set his sights (and desires) on the one with the orange top.
	For over an hour he watched the girl; then, finally, she left the group of other potentials and made way to the bathroom—located on the far side of the park by the tennis courts.  Shrew fired up the truck and slowly motored around the park to the more opportune spot (closer to the bathroom!)
	Of course, he didn’t like the homes lining that side of the park—nosey people had a potential of spoiling something potentially good.  He sighed and watched his Target as she entered the bathroom.  He imagined her entering the stall, undoing her clothes, sitting down, and most likely peeing.  There were others milling about that upset him, too.  Boys, girls, ages from young to teen.  Too close for comfort; bothersome.  
	He waited; he imagined the girl target tooting, wiping herself, zipping up.
	His cock was so hard he could steer with it.
	Another minute whereas he assumed she washed her hands.
	The small number of bothersome potentials (and witnesses) moved off from the bathroom—giving The Shrew the prime opportunity to “acquire” her mind.
	‘go to the sidewalk.’
	By the bathroom, tennis court, and sidewalk was a mini coliseum.  It was up on a four foot foundation, odd color of beige, columns on the four corners, open breezeways on all four sides.  Inside were huge vessels, frescos, and plants.  The “target” made her way around the open building that looked out of place where it was and merged onto the sidewalk.
	Shrew checked her friends—there were some adults there on picnic benches; talking, cooking, not paying attention as they should.
	‘come to the truck—the green truck.’
	The target casually made for the truck somewhat shielded by the misplaced open coliseum and got in.
	‘lay down.’ Shrew minded to the girl, ‘put your head on my lap.’ Not so much for the sexual connotation but to keep her from sight.  Then he sighed and casually checked the homes on his left.  He saw no one but that, of course, didn’t mean no one had seen him—or the girl get into his truck.  But it looked safe.  No one was about—no one was close.  Shrew slowly put his hand on the girl’s butt; she wore semi tight jeans—The Shrew caressed her butt, squeezed a cheek and pumped his pelvis and yea his engorged cock to the side of the girl’s face.

	Before blowing his load inside his underwear he fired up the truck again and slowly pulled away from the park, down the street to the connecting cross street and down the lee side—dangerously close to where the other potentials and adults were gathered.  Keeping in mind the speed limit for the residential area he motored a few blocks down toward the center of the town.  Then, out of town to the Outskirts.  Here at a popular roadside diner he pulled out of the way on the lot by the trees located off to one side.
	Once he had gone thru town and gotten on the road leading out to the Outskirts he had the girl sit up.  He got her name, age, school, and other nifty pertinent information during the short drive to the diner.  As usual, the diner was inundated with travelers and regulars.  Shrew parked semi out of the way by the trees facing the diner at a sort of angle.
	‘virgin?’
	The girl, Molly Bucketpile, sat still on the passenger seat making a curious face.  Then, she nodded her head indicating “Yes.”
	‘do you finger yourself?’
	Molly made another curious face, one more of “shock” than anything else.
	She didn’t know exactly what “fingering herself” implied.
	It was then The Shrew recognized the girl; she had been in some commercials—advertising a local cable company, ice cream parlor, and furniture store.  She was of average size—weight and height; a nice smile, straight white teeth, clean complexion, kind of a flat face, perky pointy nose, kinky ultra curly hair down just past her shoulders.
	‘did you pee in the bathroom at the park?’
	Molly didn’t answer but nodded her head that it was so.
	‘have you seen a boy your age—naked?’
	Molly reared her head back, pursed her lips, then shook her head—No.
	‘do you want to?’
	Molly’s mouth fell open and Shrew’s eyes fell on a very cute little girl just getting out of a car that had just pulled up.  The little girl’s mom got out and surreptitiously “dug” her panties out of the crack of her ass—she wore a nice summery dress of red and white checkers and was in her early twenties.  The little girl was no more than six or so—very-very cute.  Very.
	Back to Molly.  It was discovered—via Q&A that The Shrew was coming to understand he had the ability to do so, that Molly though had not seen a boy her age naked, specifically his wee-wee, she HAD, though, seen a boy younger naked.  Specifically, young boys she was in charge of thru babysitting.   What’s more, one such boy she was babysitting and saw naked she had inappropriate relations with.
	Shrew was very interested.  Very.
	But first!
	‘what did you do with this boy you were in charge of?’ The Shrew wanted to know; ‘did you—play with his pee-pee?’
	Molly didn’t answer right off; she pursed her lips, stared straight ahead, and the answer was known without her saying it.  She eventually did supply The Shrew with the answer—she played with Jeffery’s pee-pee while bathing him.
	Jeffery was five.
	She also sucked his dick.

	‘undo your pants.’
	With no hesitation, Molly B undone her light blue semi tight jeans.
	Then, without further hesitation (and on further prompt from The Shrew) she tugged those light blue semi tight jeans down to her ankles.  Shrew sighed.  The girl looked good sitting in her light cream colored panties.  She was a virgin, she was naïve (concerning sex and advanced sex (acts)) but she was also kinky—er, willing to explore the avenues that was sex—and sex acts.
	She was not aware of self pleasure to herself BUT did know that boys pleased themselves (and how they did so.)  She was also aware of what a blowjob was and how to perform it.  To Molly, sucking on Jeffery’s dick was more to the point of she knew she wasn’t supposed to, it was freaky, it was all kinds of kinky, and way-way naughty.  It made her feel giddy inside, a tingling feeling she couldn’t explain—or ignore.
	It was a bit of a risk but The Shrew desired it, 
	‘pull your legs back.’ he minded to her—this after she had scooted her preteen butt up to the edge of the seat.  With her shoulders back into the seat the pretty girl with not so much of a chest but a nice-nice ass hooked her hands under her knees and pulled her legs back.
	The angle of the dangle delighted Shrew—greatly.  He was ready to bust.
	Slowly he moved his hand over the girl’s thigh, then her ass, then the crotch patting the crotch before finally having her turn and get on her hands and knees between the seats.  There was a breezeway between the seats into the camper section of the truck.  There was a wood floor, carpeted; a small kitchenette on the left, a full length (but not width) bed on the right.  Not much standing room, either.
	Molly moved on her hands and knees with Shrew watching her delightfully delighted from behind.  The view was excellent!  Excellent.
	Once in the middle of the camper, Shrew got up behind her and felt her.  All over.  All over.  All over.  It felt good!  All up along her sides, fondling her small dainty little titties, pressing himself up against her ass—it felt good!  He soon worked her panties off and sat the girl up on the bunk bed.  Thereafter he undressed himself and leaned against the counter behind him to admire the naked twelve year old.
	That face!  That face was awesome; a flat face, small dainty nose, amazing bright blue eyes!  She was a little tan—save for where a bathing suit/undies covered and concealed.  And she had willingly sucked on a five year old boy’s dick!  She was a little naughty!  That enticed The Shrew and he probed her—her mind; ‘would you have sex with Jeffery?’
	Not a long pause but pause for thought.
	The answer was Yes.
	Yes!
	But she was afraid of taking their relationship too far.
	Shrew opened her legs, pushed her back for the “angle of the dangle” to admire her virtually hairless pussy.  She wasn’t into fingering herself but she was into giving little boys blowjobs.  Amazing!  A perfectly shaped pussy with just a slight coverage of pubes.  The Shrew took delight in the girl’s pussy and “went down” on her; licking and lapping and nipping until he was beside himself.  His cock was in urgent dire need of stimulation—it had had enough of the visual stimuli and it was time for action.
	The Shrew’s cock was a little more than average—it was incredibly hard and primed.  Up and down the girl’s virgin cunny The Shrew’s cock did go; young Molly completely mindless.  A little poke here, a little stab there and penetration was on the go.
	Molly made a squeamish facial expression as the penetration took place.  The intact hymen was broken; there wasn’t much cherry juice as a result and the hardened pussy hunter masterfully entered further.  Shrew wasn’t a monster—ok, well, he was BUT he was a careful gentle monster.  He pushed in part way then pulled out to hump the girl’s cunt.  Taking up her panties he wiped clean his cock and then her pussy—then proceeded on furthering his diabolical crime.
	Still, he wasn’t rough or monstrously hurried.  When there was significant resistance and/or Molly made faces of distress—he relaxed.  Cupping her ass he focused on her face, her titties, her overall body as a whole—then continued gliding into her sex until he was eventually all the way in.  Then the pumping began.

The Blue Plate Special
	Today’s special—
	Full course meal including appetizer, entrée, and desert
	With her legs up along his chest, The Shrew slid nicely into Molly’s very-very tight asshole.  Minutes after cumming righteously in the girl’s quim the effort to plow into her pert dainty asshole was the in-thing.  It was a tight go—but slathered up with cock grease the going was made easier.  And that dire determination worked, too.
	After a goodly amount of jiz filled Molly Bucketpile’s turd way and did The Shrew set his eyes of brown on some visitors to the diner.  On the radio was the news of the “missing” Molly B; Shrew smiled.  She was one of many who were “missing” in the city, town, state.  Electronic Mind Altering Devices were still very much the bane of the public; yea the world.  Law enforcing agents and agencies were one step behind—there were devices aplenty to confront and confound said EMADs; devices to detect the operation of devices but only if when those Devices were in operation—not while in wait.  There, too, were devices to confound operating devices (once detected).
	But still, the EMADs of the world were in grand operation.
	And many of those EMADs—the Users were finding were being absorbed.  That is to say, the User’s mind altering device was being discontinued as it’s odd operation was transferring its usage into the User!  How or why was not known.
	Mleep!

	Even dressed fully, Molly B looked nice.  Dressed, the girl was laid out on the bunk he had just deflowered her.  The Shrew himself remained nude fingering the girl’s crotch.  He desired to bone her some more, spank, pee on her, and watch her gobble his schlong—but first!
	Chow time!
	Feeling a little puckish—and still a lot horny, Shrew left his mindless girl in the truck and moseyed towards the diner.  Delectable selectables filled him, very young flat chested/hairless girls and even a boy titalated him making his cock groan as he imagined them all in the confines of his custom ride, naked, bent over, mindless.
	Food first—satiate his stomach before his cock.
	Two wee little lassies had The Shrew’s attention—they were just adorable.  In that manner he WAS a monster as he very-very muchly thought of those girls naked, laying out on the bunk in his truck with their young legs open and his tongue rolling all over their sex—then blowing his load onto their little delicate crevices along with raising their legs up and swatting their little darling asses.
	Then there was the very cute dark haired girl he had seen doing a car commercial; a boy about eleven also got The Shrew’s attention, then that woman he had seen earlier along with her very young little girl.
	The first two girls were deemed “appetizers.
	The next girl, the dark haired one, the entrée.
	The boy—beverage.
	The young adult—the sampler.  Her young daughter—the desert.

	As Shrew consumed his hot cherry pie with ice cream he noted one of the appetizers making way out the side door going to the bathroom located outside the dinner behind.  The diner was crowded with travelers and regulars.  The regulars mostly occupied the counter while travelers were in the booths.  It took a little doing and a bit of a headache but—
	One by one, Megan Flowerbee, Heather Happygeist—the appetizers, were re-directed, after using the bathroom, to Shrew’s truck.  Nellie Ohgrabme, with the short dark hair, fresh face, short-short pants, deemed the entrée, followed the appetizing appetizers with the boy, the young adult woman and her young-young daughter piling in lastly.
	A little overboard but The Shrew shrugged, paid his bill and ambled out to his ride, looked over his mindless captives, fired up the truck and eased off to a new destination (to enjoy them at his leisure.)

	Some miles down the country road and Shrew turned off onto a narrow backcountry road that meandered this way and that thru some woods and rustic hills.  After crossing a large creek there was two hours of mountainous road to come into a remote area seldom seen but by lost travelers and hunters.  There was no hunting season and Shrew saw no other vehicles.  He continued on his way to a special area he had come to many-many times before.
	By then, three of his passengers had pissed themselves.
	Huge pine trees scented the air, huge rocks shaped like lizards, frogs, and the face of a fox surrounded the prime remote locale; there was the issue of overcrowding but it couldn’t be helped—The Shrew was hungry!  Since he had had his way with Molly he hugged her, squeezed her ass, kissed her deeply and passionately, then sat her outside in the shade of a tree (clothed.)
	Seven year old Megan Flowerbee had peed herself; she wore turquoise print pants and had peed herself good.  A yellow print top, yellow braids in her light brown hair, and a watch (with a tracking device Shrew noted and quickly ditched along their route) adorned the girl.  She was pretty and a local girl who made ice cream commercials and something about a park in the center of town.  Shrew got her clothes off taking her panties off slowly as it thrilled him so.  Her pussy was, of course, bald, and very wet with pee.  The girl’s panties were soaked as were the entire area of her britches.  Shrew stripped off his clothes, masturbated, and gouged the girl’s pussy with strong desire to penetrate.
	Unlike with Molly he took little care in his deflowering of her pussy; he didn’t ram himself into her but he didn’t hold back with the thrusting.  

 	Though Megan was mindless she was partly aware and made a great face of distress as her pussy she was scarcely aware of was breeched—and then some.  Her attacker made part way entry, pulled out, spanked her deflowered cunt then spanked her butt to finish off his thrill.
	Afterwards, he hugged the girl, squeezed her butt and tongued her.  He wasn’t quite thru with her and sat her on the open tailgate of the truck; the door of the camper was open for fresh air (and to listen for any possible intruder.)
	Heather Happygeist was next; she was six and also had made some commercials.  She was a long blond haired girl was dazzling blue eyes, a sweet smile, sweet innocence.  Shrew stripped her clothes off, licked her pussy out then spanked her pussy with his smoldering aching cock.
	Lisa Impmander, the young adult woman who sat on the floor of the camper in the breezeway began making noises; groans.  Her head bobbed and she began to blink her eyes staring oddly at the naked man—the naked man who was spanking his cock to a little-little girl’s pussy.
	What the hell?
	The Shrew smiled and glided his cock up and down Heather’s cunt, gouged the head of said cock into her exquisite little pussy.  No penetration—but close counts!  He managed to gouge nicely and masturbate—then turned putting his cock against the young woman’s face; face fucking her.
	Then he entered her mouth to finish off the deed and creamed her therein.
	Naturally he wanted to save his cum for one of the other girls—he saw himself cumming off into all the girls—ALL THE GIRLS; into their pussies, assholes, and mouths.  Even the boy!  But at forty years of age—Shrew Whipplebone was capable of limited orgasms.  He had to pace himself.
	After cumming in Lisa’s mouth, he returned to Heather where he tongued her pussy, licked the hell out of it, then planted his mouth over hers and kissed her very deeply and extremely passionately.
	More spanking followed—he loved doing that most of all.  Turning the little girl over he swatted her ass flesh until it was red-red-red as a tomato.  The little girl though mindless in mind felt the extreme discomfort and wept.  He hugged her and inserted his cock into her mouth making her suck him.
	Lisa Impmander blinked hard watching what she couldn’t rightly come to grips with—she couldn’t wrap her head around what she was seeing.  It was up close and too personal.
	The Shrew smiled and pulled the dark haired girl up; she was a cutey with short dark hair, green eyes, dainty little earrings, finger rings, and Shrew would likened to see her with nipple rings, too!  As well as one on her pussy!  She was Nellie Ohgrabme and had just turned ten years young.  There were as many as eight commercials under her belt.
	Green panties, too.
	Not real tight jeans but not “loose”, either.  Shrew delighted in undressing the girl—and while she was clad in just her panties he swatted her while hugging her to his naked sweating body.  More deep/passionate kissing, ass swatting, then the panties were rolled down and the naked girl was hoisted up onto the bunk.
	The sound of a vehicle disturbed Shrew’s cunt licking; he froze and listened intently trying to pinpoint down where the vehicle was in relation to his position.  There was a mountain road nearby—but not too near.  Shrew waited and then saw a crappy blue late-late model 4-door car loaded with beered up hippies.  They cruised on by and out of sight.  Shrew continued with his debauchery.
	Cunt spanking was something of a particular joy to The Shrew, he lay his pud against the girl’s trench and there he did hump and gouge—plus spank.  With her legs spread wide he grinned, giggled, and snickered.  His hardened cock hard enough to break bricks with surged and grew in intensity.  Soon and a bit of cum began to spurt.  Quickly did Shrew cram his cum squirter into the girl’s virgin snatch bumping against her intact hymen.  A quick sudden thrust obliterated the thin membrane and a goodly measure of spunk soon flooded the virgin territory within.
	He sighed and looked to the dazed Adam Ballshard.  Like Dmitri and Seth, The Shrew liked boys just as well—but not as much or as more.  Already shagged out and tired out, and only having fucked pussy, a little bit o’ mouth, some humping and gouging, pussy smacking—he was a little worn out to pursue anal intrusion.
	A rest was in order.  He needed sufficient time for his ball factory to resupply sperm.  That could take awhile.  He was prepared for “camping”, but not for a lengthy amount of time—or with so many campers.  He had drinks and snacks and that would suffice until he had had his way with them all.  Pussy, mouth, asshole—plus a little spanking, intense coupling and snuggling, face fucking, and on a whim—he wanted to see the boy, Adam, have fun with the girls, too.  Especially with the young woman!  That made Shrew smile and he settled down for a needful nap.

Insight
	Everyone loves trains, the old steam locomotives especially.  They were a marvel of construction and inspiration.  They commanded attention.  Not so many were operation but in the small town Shrew lived in there was one for passengers—unfortunately by the time Hero got around to be enthused the old locomotive was retired and put to rest in a park.

 	There was another	who shared Shrew’s enthusiasm; a black girl named Harriet.  Harriet was Shrew’s semi best friend.  Back when Shrew was a kid, whites and blacks could be friends but the “best friend” status was usually reserved for same sex and same color.  But secretly, Shrew and Harriet were “best friends” regardless.
	And, back when Shrew was a wee child he was not known as The Shrew, that nomenclature came along later in life.  Back when Shrew was a mere lad of ten he was nicknamed (by his Dad) Hero.
	Now, oftentimes Hero and Harriet hung around loosely during the day with their other friends.  Come nighttime when those friends, and parental units, were sleeping, Hero and Harriet hung together; sometimes in their prospective backyards, the alley behind their homes, or at the train museum.  Sneaking onto the closed park after hours was their best move.  Here, while climbing onto old retired cabooses and steamers they discussed their parental units, friends, school, and television shows.
	One night and Harriet was climbing up onto 4-8-4 locomotive built in 1931 and ran in operation up until the 1960s; briefly was retired until the 1970s, retired again until put back into brief passenger service before finally being officially condemned to the train museum park.  While climbing up, Hero got a brief glimpse of Harriet’s ass.
	Harriet’s ass.
	There were few lights about the park left on thru the night; Hero and Harriet had their own small mini lights and Hero had his in his mouth as he was right behind Harriet’s behind.  He was shocked and stunned—something Harriet noted when he finally climbed up into the cab.
	“What’s wrong?” Harriet asked.
	Hero was confused; he had a little sister, she was six; and sometimes he saw her naked, sometimes she had an aversion to clothes and streaked about the house being chased by their parents.  He heard her fart, pee herself, and be bathed—he didn’t give it too much thought—until lately.  Hero was ten, six months from being eleven.  Sometimes there were stray thoughts regarding what else—girls.  From having his own sister—a girl, he had a mini idea of knowing what girls his age looked liked—naked.
	Since knowing Harriet for some years he had never-ever thought of her—naked.  Now he had seen her ass.  That changed everything.
	“Are you ok?” she asked curiously.
	“Well, uh, well, it’s just that, uh—” he stammered, “I-I just saw—”
	“Saw what?”
	“You were climbing up and-and I-I saw you-you-you don’t have—”
	Harriet smiled, giggled, and blushed—she shook her head,
	“Nope, I don’t have undies on!”
	This info had Hero confused.
	“Why not?”
	Harriet shrugged, “I dunno, I just don’t; sometimes I do and sometimes, well, I just don’t put them on.” She was casual about it, too.
	Hero was just as confused as ever—“I-I thought everyone wore—underwear.”
	“Nope!” smiled Harriet.
	Harriet Polarxmas was a nice girl; Hero had known her since they were in first second grade.  She was nice; they had a shared like (trains) and she wasn’t like other girls who were into fashion, not so much into boys, liked sports, and was just as adventurous as he was.
	“Soooo,” said Harriet, “did you like what you saw?”
	Hero fell back against the valves and levers of the locomotive cab—he couldn’t breathe.  The image of Harriet’s black booty was firmly intact into his mind.  Did he LIKE what he saw?  He didn’t know—it was too brief a glimpse.
	“I-I don’t know, I-I guess so.” he said sheepishly and very embarrassingly.
	“Would you like to see it again?” she asked—just like that!
	Hero’s mouth hung open.  “What!?”
	Harriet smiled, turned about, then pulled her off-pink nightgown up.  She also wore a robe—why oh why they weren’t dressed in regular day clothes?  Don’t know.  Maybe ‘cause it was night?
	Hero gawked in amazement at Harriet’s bare ass.  His mini flashlight focused right on the black skin filling his mind for all time.  He didn’t know what to do or think or act or anything.  He sort of admired it.  Harriet giggled and rubbed her hand to her butt—then turned around (with the nightgown still up.)
	Hero couldn’t breathe—there was Harriet’s pussy.  He knew what a girl’s pussy was; he had a sister and mouthy friends.  Hero was sort of kind of naïve (in regards to sex, sex acts and so on.)  But he knew that his penis was also “a dick”, cock, schlong, wee-wee, and so on.  He knew that that prime area between a girl’s legs was “a cunt”, twat, dick trench, and pussy.
	Harriet giggled and drew a finger up her dick trench.  The act totally had Hero’s attention—and then some!  Hero licked his lips and stared—and stared—and stared.  “Wow.” he said.
	Harriet giggled, “You’ve got a sister,” she said, “it’s not much different.”
	“No,” Hero replied, “but you’re not my sister.”  Good point.
	“Sooo,” drawled Harriet, “can I see yours?”
	Hero blinked his eyes—“What?”
	Harriet’s eyes were focused down to Hero’s bulge.
	Hero didn’t know what to do.
	Harriet did; stretching out her hand she found her friend’s prominent appendage and stroked it thru his thin blue pajamas.
	“Ooooh,” she said, “nice.”
	Hero was stunned.
	Then the girl tugged the jammies down; HE had undies on, blue ones, too.
	As Hero continued to watch, Harriet continued to molest him; she had lowered his pajamas then his tidy-blue undies—and there was his cock, his johnson, his schlong, his dong, pecker, cunt pleaser, prick.  Her fingers went around the pinkish organ, carefully working it—working it—working it.  The member got stronger, harder, hotter!
	Hero was virtual putty in her hands.
	His mind was blown—then, so was his cock!  Harriet, after much handling of her white friend’s cock, went to her knees and KISSED the head of his cock!  He would never be the same again.
	Then she sucked it.
	He would never be the same again.
	Then she stripped off her clothes to lay out on them spreading her legs.
	Hero wasn’t too sure what was what but on urging from Harriet he lay on her and began to grind against her cunny.  It felt good!  Putting his cock into her cunny was ten times as good!  He would never be the same again.
	When his sister was around eight years she caught her brother then twelve year old brother jerking off in his room.  He was naked, on his bed, and “gettin’ after it.”   Hero was annoyed and greatly embarrassed.  Jenny, his sister, was curious.  She wouldn’t tell on him—she promised.
	As time went by and in their shared bathroom Jenny saw her brother’s schlong more and more.  Jenny soon was slipping her clothes down letting her brother rub his dick against her ass.  When she was twelve years young, and Hero sixteen, she caught/spied Hero and Harriet fucking—in the backyard just after midnight.
	Again, Jenny wasn’t a tattletale—but, she gouged him for what she had seen; what the two had been doing.  Rubbing his dick against her ass was one thing but Jenny was at the age of curiosity that was overwhelming her.  She was a nice girl, Christian, very pretty, slightly naïve but with a horny brother not so much.
	Hero ultimately, when Jenny was thirteen, on her thirteenth birthday as fact, fucked her.  She wasn’t, as it turns out, not so much into giving head OR taking it up the ass—she preferred the old fashion Missionary fuck.  Doggie style was ok and then—then she found the unique (but odd) pleasure of having her pussy spanked.  Hero spanked her pussy with his cock and she liked it.

	The sound of a helicopter awoke Hero/Shrew from a dead sleep.  He was very annoyed with the copter disrupting his dreams; his sweet sister had died from a cancer; while in college, Harriet was involved in a horrible car accident—and died.  Tragic.

	The helicopter zoomed off and Shrew discovered Lisa and her daughter had both peed themselves.  Stretching, farting, still in the throws of remembering his sweet sister and Harriet, Shrew looked over Adam, Lisa, and Joanna.  On the bunk lay Nellie and Heather.  Sitting on the tailgate nonchalantly, Molly and Megan.
	The day was getting on.  His cock was still sore—still aching.  He doubted the short hour he had napped had given sufficient time for ball juice production.  But whatever, he stood eleven year old Adam Ballshard up, undressed him, then hugged him to play grab-ass with the boy’s ass.
	Adam got a semi hard-on.  Shrew had a complete one.  He loved on the boy a few minutes before positioning the boy against the bunk.  Then, he spanked the boy—bare hand to bare ass followed by spanking the boy’s bare ass with his bare cock!
	This only enticed The Shrew all the more—all the more.
	Using more of his EMAD powers that were now within him—and more powerful, Shrew numbed Adam’s mind a little more taking him outside to position him up against the passenger side seat.  There the naked boy was swatted—bare handed.  Shrew’s mind went a little mindlessly blank, too.  He liked spanking, and at times, his strict Dad had laid into him—a belt was his form of punishment.
	Not fond memories there.
	The Shrew got off on spanking, more so when the one being spanked was a little more “aware” of what was happening; more getting off when others were watching, forced to watch, etc.
	When young Adam began to squirm, cry out, and flail his hands back to try and protect his ass, Shrew smiled and ceased further abuse.  He admired the boy’s glimmering beaten ass—a brilliant shade of tomato.  He saw, too, the boy’s scrunched up cock and balls pressed against the single seat passenger seat.
	‘spread your cheeks.’
	Adam wiggled, moaned, cried, sniveled, then obeyed.
	Shrew checked the boy’s clenching sphincter then put his finger to it plunging inward fully.  Adam squirmed more—Shrew wiggled his finger about, slapped the boy’s burning flank, then positioned himself up against the boy making surprisingly full anal insertion.
	Turns out, Adam (though not gay) was having a “gay-like” relationship with his best friend.  Experimental, exploratory—just Up the Ass, no oral, not even mutual masturbation—just plain ole fashioned butt sex.
	Shrew sodomized Adam, spanked him a little more before peeing on the boy’s flaming ass and ball sack.  There had been no cum off but The Shrew was not ass plunging to cum—just to fuck.  When done he moved back into the truck camper, cleaned off his schlong then took another break where he fed drinks to his fellow campers then “rested”.
	He tried to re-conjure up the memories of Jenny and Harriet—but it was a no-go and frustrated he “took a walk.”  Just like that!  Up and left his fellow campers naked—save for two yet to be tended to, and walked nakedly into the woods.
	After being stung by a bee he returned to his truck for first aid and complete his devilish deed.  Luckily he wasn’t allergic to bee stings, just the sting of the bee itself.  Lisa Impmander had peed herself but not her six year old daughter!
	The young adult woman wore beige slacks, britches that went just to her knees.  She was “hip”, trendy, with the ‘in-crowd’; short sassy blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a slightly more awareness of what was going on than she should have.  The Shrew was ok with that; so long as she was controllable and not a fuss then he didn’t care.
	For shock value, Shrew stood directly in front of the confounded woman as she sat awkwardly on the floor of his camper.  She was highly confused but recognized the naked man—the naked man holding her naked daughter!  OH!  Little Joanna’s panties were at her ankles, her body facing out with the horrid-horrid man holding her against with one arm while the other—the other was with his hand—his fingers—fingering her vagina!
	Lisa’s very breath was taken away; she retched and it felt like someone had punched her in the stomach.  Her eyes bulged as she watched the man fingering her daughter’s pussy—his cock (his cum dripping cock) was right there, too!  The horrid-horrid naked man placed little Joanna onto the bunk, laying her down on her stomach.  He then proceeded to spank her.  Not hard—but he had no right to spank her.  And what baffled Lisa—she couldn’t do anything about it!  She couldn’t move despite the fact that she realized she wasn’t bound in any way.
	After lightly swatting Joanna’s very lovely kiddie ass—The Shrew began beating the girl’s ass with his cock.  Up and down the girl’s crack, a poke to the hole, more spanking.  Then she was turned over onto her backside whereupon her delicate little pussy received cock-spanking.
	Joanna was then moved over and her mother pulled up, undressed, and positioned against the bunk.  All the while she was mesmerized; she still struggled with breathing and coping.
	Then she was being spanked—kinda hard, too.

	A light spank in the beginning then a swift smack that got the young woman’s attention.  Her befuddlement was suddenly obliterated; replaced by sudden sheer realization of what was happening—but not how or why.  She did try to wrench herself from unseen bonds but was unable.  The naked horrid-horrid man smacked her ass inflaming it until she cried out.
	Soon and there was something new occurring—something causing the young woman’s eyes to bulge even more.  She shook her head, clenched her fingers to the bedding of the bunk, and her neck muscles tightened—she was being violated!  Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y the naked horrid man’s cock was slithering its way into her pussy.  She shook her head calling out “NOOOOOO!” but the cock penetrated her and then began to pump.
	Lisa’s head began to pound—and not from a headache.  The naked man behind her had gripped her hips and was rocking into her sex bashing her head against the side of the camper.  She tried-tried-tried to come to grips with what was happening—but there was nothing apparently that she could do.  Somehow she was powerless to fend off the monster.
	The “monster” power fucked the young woman’s cunt, pulled out and penetrated her nearly virgin asshole.  She just couldn’t fathom it—while being violated she saw her hands clenching—her unbound hands.  She could move her hands and arms and even stamp her feet but could not fight back the assault to her body—or yea that even unto her child!
	The deed done, The Shrew filled Lisa’s turd hole with thick viscous cum.  He was virtually empty of ball juice.  A day or two was needed to recoup.  He hadn’t that kind of time.  He swatted the woman’s ass and found delight therein doing so—so he continued until she cried out and her ass flesh was a brilliant shade of red.

	The car load of hippies returned—the scent of marijuana heavy within and about them.  Lisa rolled her head to the direction of the crappy blue mid-60s car closing her eyes as the car continued on its way.  Meanwhile, the young very blond, very skinny, very young white boy fucked her.
	On their knees surrounding/flanking her were other girls, her own girl, and the naked horrid man.  A small campfire had been constructed, she saw the truck with camper, pine trees, rocks, boulders, blue sky, and the naked horrid man directing the naked skinny blond boy.
	Young Adam just went thru the paces of sexual engagement.  His mind was oblivious to the wrongdoing he was committing—all he knew was that it felt fucking fantastic!  Whether or not he realized that who he was fucking was a woman was not known.  Not that it mattered.

	Molly sat with legs cockeyed sitting against a great pine log; whimpering.
	Megan and Heather played hand games; Nellie stared not as mindless as she should be but The Shrew still had her mind.  She was “aware” of what was going on but it was like watching a television show—it wasn’t real.  Or something like that.  Adam happily plowed Lisa’s pussy until cumming in it—and then he was elated.
	Shrew admired the boy’s tender ass—it was still tomato red and that delighted him.  The boy finished his fuck then sat back with a goofy-goofy look on his face, almost drooling!  The feeling of fucking was sensational!  He was hooked.  Lisa lay in a funk—she simply couldn’t believe what was happening.
	She further couldn’t believe what was happening when the twelve year old whimpering girl came over and straddled her face!  The girl sat with her pussy just inches from Lisa’s mouth!  On her hands and knees the distraught girl was poised above Lisa—then the naked drooling young boy came over and slid his cock into the girl’s pussy.
	Lisa had full view of the fucking right above her face!
	Adam pumped steadily achieving the ultimate goal in just under three minutes.  A gracious quantity of young boy spunk squeezed and oozed out of the girl’s cunt dripping down onto Lisa’s face.  She was appalled; she retched and gagged—then the girl freshly fuck with cum streaming out of her pussy squashed said pussy onto her face—and wiggled!
	Adam went on to gouge his way into Nellie; pussy first and then her asshole.
	The Shrew watched in a devilish glee.  Corruption at its finest!  Politicians had nothing on EMADs or Devices of the Mind now embued within the User.  Adam was in full will; fully accepting the minding messages following thru without hesitation.  The girls, Molly and Nellie, were mostly aware of what was happening to them—but fear and free will quashed kept them from becoming a problem.
	After cumming nicely in Nellie’s snatch hole the boy humped a good hump in her asshole before giving out.  By then, though he didn’t have substantial cum, The Shrew/Hero slammed his schlong that aching and smoldering into Nellie’s cunt and pumped vigorously—all the while the girl was poised directly above Lisa’s face.
	She was not amused—but like the girls, there was not thing one she could do about it.  She would have to bide her time.  Time there seemed to be plenty of—or at least it seemed that way as the horror surrounding her just went on and on and on.  
	Of Megan, Heather, and Joanna, The Shrew shrewed them—that is to say he “had his way” with them to the extent of caressing them, finger-finger-fingering them, lightly spanking them, and licking them out.
	Of course, thereafter he spanked their dainty little poons with his throbbing hard cock.  Spanking their asses with his throbbing hard cock was another particular peculiarity he particularized particularly.  No penetration; not anal or vaginal anyways.  He did, though, hump the young girls’ faces and poke his way into their mouths as well as up against their faces.
	As evening drew near it was time to go.  The impromptu campsite was taken up and the remote premises vacated.  Shrew made way along the mountain road coming up a campground just after sunset.  The campground was off from the mountain road a ways—The Shrew carried six year old Joanna to the campground smiling as he came upon the hippie campground.  They were all pretty much stoned sitting around a blazing campfire.  Shrew had already had his fun with the little girl and gently deposited her into the hippie’s crappy blue car.
	Nellie was dropped at the closed ski resort a few miles down the way—the resort was closed for skiing but open for camping and hiking enthusiast.  The naked ten year wondered aimlessly until being taken in by some no-counts no worse than The Shrew (or Dmitri or Seth or August or…)
	Down from the mountain there was a lake, a big one, and a small town spread out all around the lake.  At the North End of the lake by Dam Corner Number Three and The Shrew took a break from driving and took a needful nap.  The needful nap got him—he awoke with sunshine streaming in thru the rooftop vent—he had slept for hours!
	And Lisa Impmander was gone!
	Oops!
	Nakedly, Shrew flew out of his camper truck; it was a brisk early morning, just a couple of hours after sunrise.  The truck was park on a downhill slant in a large cutout.  If Lisa had flagged down someone—she could have gotten help.  But no one was about and no sounds of helicopters or approaching vehicles.  She may have scooted down the road—it was miles to the nearest residential area; where people who wanted to get away from it all got away from it all in the ruggedness of the mountains with a prime lake view.  Mobile homes, trailers, and cabins.  Further down was the lake town mentioned earlier.
	Shrew wasn’t in panic mode—but he didn’t have a good backup plan, either.
	Then, he saw something moving—up in the alcove of the cutout.
	He waited and watched then, slowly crept into the shadows where he saw a naked woman trying to climb up further into the mountain.  Lisa!  Shrew’s mental abilities seemed to be lacking or not effective against the young woman.  But then again, Shrew had come to learn that high emotions sometimes foiled mind altering desires.
	As Lisa crawled precariously over a boulder and slid down very nearly skewering herself on a knotty pine tree’s limb—
	“Gotcha!”
	Lisa screamed as the naked Shrew grabbed her foot.  She landed a sharp prominent kick to his face but he kept a hand hold on her kicking foot—until she popped him upside the head with a detached pine tree limb.  His wits were a little waylaid giving Lisa time to scurrying back up over the boulder.  Naked and frightened she was unable to maintain her own wits or scream—had she done so she would have caught the attention of a forest ranger tracking a poacher just on the other side of the hill.
	Shrew recovered and nakedly scrambled around the great boulder catching Lisa as she tumbled over the rock—very nearly getting skewered by a jutting limb that would have ended her escape right fast.  Thankfully she fell into the arms of The Shrew.
	Kicking and fussing, Lisa got the ire of Shrew who simply bashed her head up against the boulder.  She went limp and was much easier to carry back to the truck.  And being slight pissed off, he laid the twitching woman out on the floor of his camper and nailed her right then and there.
	While he was in the throws of orgasm—somehow the young woman came up with a lantern.  Shrew had one of them old fashioned kerosene glass lanterns and she promptly bashed it on his head as he was rearing up delivering unto her—into her—a copious amount of jiz.  Then she brought her legs back to push the awful horrid man off of her.  Using the same lantern she struck him again sending him out the camper door and tumbling off the lowered tailgate.
	This gave Lisa time to scramble out of the camper, stomp on Shrew’s stomach, kick him upside the head then go screaming off across the narrow mountain road where she fell off down the steep side.  Shrew heard a vehicle coming and barely got out of the way in time to slink on the passenger side of his ride.  The encroaching vehicle came and went.  As soon as it was out of sight he darted across the road taking as many as several minutes to locate Lisa.
	She was down some two hundred yards—not moving.
	Shrew sighed—not the outcome he desired.  After dressing he picked his way down to the lifeless body and discovered she was—lifeless.  That was fucked up.  ‘good waste of pussy.’ he thought.  He covered her with foliage and tree limbs, tried to make it look as “natural” as possible then picked his way back up to the road.  Sitting in his truck he sat silently and still—fuming a little and a little sorrowful, too.
	He got over it—sort of.  After coming down to the lake he pulled into a remote area of heavy dense shrubs—and spanked Adam’s ass again before sodomizing the boy then sending him nakedly across a creek to an airboat facility.  As soon as the workers there took the boy in, Shrew took off.

	After the others were deposited in the lake town, one at a time, Shrew went to a bar casino.  His plan hadn’t quite turned out the way he had planned it.  Bothered greatly and deeply he left society and civilization disappearing into the desert for some months.  He hung with some Indian friends, smoked something, fucked something, slept a lot, and did a lot of soul searching before returning to the world and continuing on with his pursuit of debauchery.

Pursuit of debauchery
	“I’m as pure as the driven snow.” But I drift a lot, too…
	The little girls, Megan, Heather, Nellie, Joanna, filled him, consumed him.
	Spanking Adam’s ass filled him—consumed him.
	He tried not to think too much on past deeds—he’d never get any future deeds done!  His cock ached, though; while showering he beat off to the memory of spanking Adam’s ass.  With the boy pressed against the seat of his truck he (Shrew) had laid into the boy’s ass bare handedly, then with a wide short wide leather strop.  The boy was “aware” partially, just enough to feel the sting of being stricken.  When he began to prance and stamp his feet—the beating was at its apex and Shrew could cease the beating—if he wanted to.
	Most cases he did.
	Laying his cock to Megan, Heather, Nellie, and Joanna—Molly Bucketpile (the first girl from the diner) he had spanked-spanked-spanked their young poons.  It was a peculiar quirk for Shrew; smacking his hardened schlong against the delicate usually hairless cunt of a young innocent girl.  It thrilled him so, though.  Even more than actual penetration—slapping his cock against a girl’s crevice gave him great pleasure.
	And other pleasure were, of course, making people do what they wouldn’t normally do—sexually depraved speaking.  Shrew regarded it, though, as freeing people from their hidden desires—releasing their inner inhibitions so as they could be free to be themselves and enjoy life.  A perverted life but…

In the light there is darkness ready to be seen
Quotes that make you go “Huh?”
Why athletes don’t have regular jobs
 	A professional baseball player was overheard replying to a statement about being a role model:  “I wan’ all dem kids to do what I do; to look up to me.  I wan’ all the kids to copulate me.”
 	A professional running back for a professional football team (US) said this about the upcoming season:  “I want to rush for 1,000 or 1,500 yards, whichever comes first.”  One too many hits to the head y’think?

 	Another professional football player was heard to say “I'd run over my own mother to win the Super Bowl.”  A fellow player quipped “I’d run over Joe’s Mom, too!” although he didn’t elaborate whether that was for the “win” or not…
 	A football commentator and former player said “Nobody in football should be called a genius.  A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein.”
 	A professional player standing up for his coach was heard to say:  “Our coach treats us like mens; he lets us wear earrings!”
 	A senior basketball player at a university:  “I'm going to graduate on time, no matter how long it takes!” (now that is beautiful)
 	A state football coach:  “You guys line up alphabetically by height.” Then,
 	“You guys pair up in groups of three, and then line up in a circle.”
 	A boxing promoter on prized professional boxer going to prison:
“Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter?  He went to prison
for three years, not Princeton.”
 	Hockey player explaining why he keeps a color photo of himself above his locker:  “That’s so when I forget how to spell my name, I can still find my clothes.”  Good point!
 	A veteran boxing trainer on the training regimen of a heavyweight professional boxer:  “He’s the kind of guy who gets up at six o’clock in the morning regardless of what time it is.”
 	A US State basketball player explaining to his coach why he appeared nervous at practice:  “My sister’s expecting a baby and I don’t know if I’m going to be an uncle or an aunt!   (I wonder if his IQ ever hit room temperature
in January)
 	A professional basketball president was heard asking of one of his players:  
 	“”Son, what is it with you?  Is it ignorance or apathy?” to wit the player responded “Coach, I don’t know and I don’t care!”
 	A sports reporter asked of a professional football coach why he took his wife on all the team’s road trips?  The coach replied,
 	“Because she’s too damn ugly to kiss good-bye!”

*

The shrew shrews shrewingly
	The desert city, Desert City USA, was next on The Shrew’s agenda; just prowling—or trolling if you will.  A couple of days later and—
	Having the ability to overwhelm a Subject’s mind made the task of acquisition easy.  However, having the ability to overwhelm a Subject’s mind made the task overwhelming, too.  Everyone in sight was a potentiality.  No one (hardly no one) was passed over.
	The Shrew had criteria, likes and dislikes; the Target Subject had to have some peculiarities like Tight Ass—or even a little flabby was sometimes enticing; flat chested was the highest appeal but that also went along with a bright pretty face and smile.  A look of being naïve was in the mix, too; along with sometimes with the Target Subject knowing too much for her own good.
	Black, white, Asian, India; color made no difference to The Shrew.  Nor did size, ethnic background, redneck, inner city, country side.  Wherever, whenever.  He liked them all—boys, included.  He was not so much of an Opportunist as was Dmitri and Seth but more of an Observer who pounced on the Opportunity presenting itself.
	From a grocery store parking lot a particular family got Shrew’s particular interest.  The Target girl first as she was seen “picking” at her butt and then as Shrew was close behind her—she farted.
	Then the Mommy got The Shrew’s attention; nice-nice woman in a summery dress, nice long bouncy auburn hair, preoccupied to the max with shopping, afternoon appointments, family, life.  He also went with “the feeling.”  Of course, the girl was cute and had great potential—she wore off-white jeans and Shrew saw the top of her pink panties when she was squatting down selecting something from a bottom shelf.
	Other Subjects were potentials; young, flat chested, teen, barely teen, but Shrew had made his choice.  And it was a good choice as there was a bonus to his selection.  A nice neighborhood; good moderate homes, big trees, some colorful homes—yellow, green, purple, beige.  Nice cars, foreign and domestic.  Roving patrol; private security, known and unknown law enforcing type agencies.
	Once inside the yellow house with white trim, not one but two big elm trees in the front well manicured lawn,
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Sage Toobade took a startled stance.  She had just set down some grocery bags on the kitchen table; she slung her head, looked like she was going to be ill, then began undoing the buttons to her blouse.
	Twelve year old daughter, Willow, looked to her mom, “Mom?” she quipped.  MOM had ditched her blouse and was shucking her beige slacks.  Daughter Willow stood in aghast, confused, and then realized that she herself was undressing.
	“Oh my God!” she blurted.
	The Shrew smiled, Sage Toobade was British, her daughter, was as well but didn’t have as much of the English accent as did her Mother.  Shrew also liked accents of the Swedes, folks from Denmark and Norway.  Slowly he stripped off his own clothes, masturbated and looked onto the mother and daughter with delightful glee.
	Nakedly the mother/daughter walked to the bedroom of Sage.  Shrew behind them delighted ten-fold watching them walk naked—a particular perverted thrill.  He also delighted in watching naked girls on the toilet, showering, fingering themselves, farting, and standing up to pee (in the woods).
	On the bed, Sage was tied spread eagle-like to the four corners of the four poster bed.  She was slightly aware of what was going on—and what was happening.  In part, it was Shrew’s desire that she be so; in second part, he didn’t seem to have as much control over her mind as he wanted.  He didn’t know why but felt that his headache, overuse of his minding powers, and maybe a smidgen of something else unknown to him was the cause.
	But Sage’s daughter was under full control—so there’s that.
	For a full moment The Shrew stood watching the naked woman wiggle on the bed.  She was frustrated and fought within herself over her predicament.  Shrew stroked himself and for dire shock value put Willow on the bed on the right side of her Mother.  Then, Shrew occupied space on the left side of the distraught wiggling woman.
	Sage nearly came apart as she watched in horror her lovely naked twelve year old daughter “go down” on the naked intruder’s cock.  She nearly choked as she gagged on the horror before her.  Willow softly applied her mouth around the man’s cock and sucked-sucked-sucked.
	Once The Shrew’s cock was well slobbered on he face fucked the girl, slapped her face with his hardened bone then moved on to slide himself into the girl’s mother’s cunt.  She tried to slam her legs together but the rope (snagged from the garage) kept her from preventing the rape.  As Shrew fucked the woman, he had Willow lay across her Mother and spanked her.
	After delivering a copious amount of gooey love DEEP inside the woman’s pussy, The Shrew pulled out, spanked the cock pleasing cunt, then began a rigorous bout of serious ass spanking of Willow.  Sage was not amused and wiggled greatly in her bindings rubbing the skin off of her wrists and ankles.
	After the spanking, and while the young girl lay across her Mom’s stomach, Shrew entered her giving her Mom more fits.  Pussy first, she was a virgin; asshole, too.  Under duress, though, she admitted to giving her brother a handjob; no oral, no anal—but, she let him see her naked.
	Shrew filled the young girl’s virgin cunt well, spanked her still flaming red ass then gouged her hole until he was able to make entry.  By then his cock was screaming some agony.  He pressed on, of course, until hearing a door open and the voices of boisterous young boys.  Willow’s brother and his friends had come home.
	Can we say oooooh!

	
	Eleven year old Sasha, his friends Wayne, Rick, and Lonnie filed into the kitchen rummaging thru the groceries in search of sustenance.  Wayne was a red headed youth, inundated with freckles and a very slender white-white body.  Rick Ta was a Chinese boy, bowl shaped dark hair, very inquisitive, just turned eleven.  Lonnie Washallofthem was the token black boy.
	The boys were led into the room with their young minds partially overwhelmed—again, The Shrew’s ability was part.  There was still control but the “awareness” level was a little more than he wanted.  As long as the minds were still controllable, though, he didn’t care.
	One by one the boys undressed.  They were concerned with Wayne being a little emotional about it.  Rick and Lonnie were all eyes a-glued to Willow and her Mother on the bed; mouths open, eyes wide.  Sasha was awed and wowed with a slight showing of concern.
	Positioning himself behind Rick, Shrew masturbated the boy.  He was not sexually active and was barely aware of his cock more than what it was intended for—peeing.  Lonnie had two older sisters and one younger; he was fucking the younger sister; bathing with her, too.  Of the two older ones, just touchy-feely.
	Beings as how it was Sasha’s sister—he got first dibs.  His young friends watched in utter wow as Sasha got onto the bed behind his naked sprawled out sister.  Neither sibling were doing much together sexually; they were a little naïve about such matters.  Like Lonnie and his sisters, though, they had engaged in touchy-feely AND bathed together.
	Sasha had a wondrous hard-on; he was schooled on masturbation as well as slap-spanking it against his sister still burning ass flesh.  Slap, slap, slap; spank, spank, spank.  The young boy eyed the girl’s hole—up close and personal, her barely hairy cunt, then poked his way into her fresh fucked cunt.  Lonnie was guided onto the bed inserting his hard-hard cock into Willow’s mouth.
	Rick and Wayne climbed onto the parental bed flanking Sage’s face.  She was more than horror stricken; very emotional the woman could barely think straight.  Shrew had to concentrate his mental powers to get the woman’s attention and get her to suck Rick and Wayne.
	On and on it went; after Sasha had fucked his sister’s cunt—and cum within it nicely, Wayne, Rick, and Lonnie took their turns.  By then, Shrew had to fuck or bust.  He entered Sage pumping her womanly pussy vigorously until nearly passing out.  He let the boys do the woman—which really put her over the edge.  Shrew then put the boys into fucking Willow’s ass, peeing on her, spanking her by hand and then by cock.  Feeling ill, faint, and flush, Shrew left the family “as is”.  Like with wi/fi contraptions, when one with EMAD-like powers goes “out of range” the affected/infected minds return to normal status.
*
Teenage mutant ninja zombies
	“Laura Longtree gripped the slimy wall behind her; from far down the corridor she could hear the slip-sliding step of the boy she once knew as “Randy.”  Shivering with fear she knew it was again hopeless to try and reach him—all Randy wanted to do was “eat her brains.”  And that just wouldn’t do.”
	Steven nodded his head approvingly.  Standing at his shoulder, best friend Adam Lurkbird was grinning, “Dude, you should totally send that in!”
	“Yeah, but Ms. War Horse wont like it.”
	“Like schmike, fuck what she likes; it’s what the student body will like; ‘sides, she’s not the one really judging the contest.”
	Steven nodded and typed in the last bit of his short story contest submission for his middle school.  Best friend since kindergarten, Adam, flopped onto Steven’s bed tossing a sponge football into the air.  “Dude, when’s your sister coming home?”
	Steven shook his head, “Sometime this week, perv.”
	Adam giggled.  “Seventeen and in college, wow—bet she’s the hot of the campus.”
	Steven shrugged and continued finishing touches of his story.
	“You gotta save me her laundry ‘fore she ditches them in the washer.”
	Steven rolled his eyes, “Dude, don’t be ludicrous.”
	Adam giggled, I just want to—”
	“Yeah, I know what you want to do.”
	Adam giggled and threw the ball to his friend’s head—then shucked his pants and underwear.  His preteen schlong was rock hard.  “You sure there aren’t any dirty panties of hers anywhere?”
	Steven shook his head and showed annoyance at his friend’s persistence.
	Adam circle jerked his favorite organ, flopped it, fondled his balls,
	“What about your Mom’s?”
	“Aw, sick, man, sick!” chirped Steven.
	“Cant help it, man, I’m fuckin’ HORN-KNEE!”
	“Go fuckin’ look if you’re that bad off!”
	Adam shucked his pants (and underwear) and darted off out of the room.
	“Laura screamed as she felt the blood dripping down the side of her face.  Zombie Randy made yummy sounds and began thrashing as his teeth tore into his former girlfriend’s skull.”
	Suddenly, half naked Adam returned with beige panties around his johhny.
	“You sick fuck!” chided Steven.
	“I cant believe you and Ellen haven’t fucked around.”
	“Told you, she aint that way.”
	Adam flopped back onto the bed and began seriously pounding his cock.
	“Just then, “Hey, Brain Slug!”  Zombie Randy stopped tearing into Laura’s skull and turned to see Skyler Zazbrick.  The teenage mutant zombie (Randy) snarled at the fellow teenage mutant zombie; teenage mutant ninja zombie (Skyler) hissed back to his former best friend and whirled quickly landing his right foot against the left side of Randy’s face.  Zombie Randy spun slinging blood, meat from his jaw, bits of skull from his former girlfriend and smacked the slimy wall of the underground sewer plant.”
	“We could get her drunk, like Charles did with his sister.”
	Steven shook his head, “She’d know, afterwards, if we did anything to her.”
	“We wouldn’t really have to DO anything,” Adam said thinking it thru, “just get her naked would be a hoot.”
	It would, too—according to the photos on Steven’s desk, wall; the seventeen year old was pretty.  She was magazine quality and had in fact made some modeling stints for some local magazines, a commercial where she was in a string bikini, and even looked hot while posing as a snow bunny for a local ski resort.
	“Get ‘er drunk and have her laid out naked,” continued a very horny in need of pussy Adam, “have ‘er fondle yer balls, put yer dick in her mouth, between her tits, even grind on her!” he began to feverishly hammer his cock all the harder.
	Steven had paused in his finishing touches of his writing piece—thinking of his sister “laid out naked”.  Mutual friend Charles had gotten his sixteen year old sister, Anna, drunk—then laid out naked on her bed with Steven and Adam present.  The boys had mostly gawked at the naked girl, then; Charles showed them how deviant he was with having his passed out sister fondle his balls, stroke his cock, and not even be aware of his fingering her pussy!
	“He said he never fucked her but I don’t believe it.”
	“Yeah, I bet he had, too.” said Steven.
	“I heard Mike Upyourface wants fifty bucks to fuck his sister.”
	Steven didn’t know why Adam had brought that up; he knew Mike, he knew Mike’s sister, too.  She was fourteen, not too bad looking.  But fifty bucks was hard to come up with.
	Lost in thought, he lost his train of thought for his writing.  Turning in his chair he looked at his naked friend using his Mom’s panties for to stimulate his cock.  “Dude, YOU are sick!” and shaking his head, grinning, giggling, he stood and stripped off his clothes.
	Adam checked the bedside clock, “Dude, we got two hours ‘fore your mom comes home.”
	Steven said nothing but mounted his naked friend settling down on his rock hard cock.  Adam gleefully and expertly guided his cock UP into his friend’s dirt chute.  It wasn’t the first time it had been there.
Then this happened
	Neither Steven or butt buddy Adam were essentially or overly “gay”; there was no “love” involved in their coupling.  Girls they knew where girls who wouldn’t put out and hand cranking their schlongs just didn’t always cut it.  So, “up the ass” was the next best thing.  They were bed humpers, they humped against the other’s ass, enjoyed cock fighting, and showering together.  All on their own!
	“Wanna try Kellie, again?” Adam asked.
	“I’d like to.” Steven said drying off his firm fine young body—this after showering with Adam.
	“Your mom’s gonna be home soon, though.”
	“Yeah.”
	“Think I can stay over for dinner?”
	“Probably,” then, giggling—“you always do!”
	The boys giggled.  Then,
	“After dinner maybe check on Kellie.” Adam persisted.
	“Always something with her, though.”
	“Yeah, some effin excuse.”
	Adam paused a moment in his drying off, “You know, maybe she’s just playin’ us.”
	Steven thought of same, “Yeah, she might not give it up like she says.”
	Disappointed at the prospect they thought possible the boys returned to Steven’s room.
	“Zombie Skyler dragged the flailing body of his newly turned zombie Laura down the underground passage of the sewer plant; Laura growled and clawed at the ground with blood gushing from the open wound in her skull.  Was there hope for the teenage girl?  From further down the passage, Zombie Randy turned his head that had been snapped around facing his backside.  Picking up his hand Hero Zombie Skyler had broken off, Zombie Randy shook it and made menacing moans; something to the effect, “I’ll get you Randy!”  Skyler, at the huge double doors to the underground passage, paused to look back to his former high school friend.  Then, unable to stifle zombie moans he struggled to open the huge roll door.  He was unaware of the mass of teenage mutant zombies waiting for him on the other side.”

	He awoke with a startle and a bit of a headache.  Confusion soon followed.  His last fleeting memory was walking with his butt buddy, Adam.  They were cutting across a vacant lot in a bit of a funk—this after witnessing the girl they were going to see (to see if she would get naked for them as she said she would) when they were privy to seeing the girl’s father spanking her.
	Bare hand—bare ass.
	Kellie Footswell was Steven and Adam’s age, eleven.  She had beautiful dark hair, super-super curly; dark eyes that were sometimes kind of mysterious.  She had beginning titties that were soft and supple; she spoke well, was pretty smart, and could throw a mean fast softball.
	Seeing her with her pants and panties down at her knees—wow.  A whole new perspective.  She was in her bedroom with her very pissed off father beat her ass.  Eleven year old Kellie was crying, flailing her legs and arms all about, wriggling and wiggling.  The more of her antics and the more her irate father whipped her bare ass.
	The boys were at the side of the house barely able to see the goings on within.  They were both alarmed but also the sight gave them wood.  They were disturbed by what they saw as well as sexually enthused.
	Neither spoke as they slinked away from the house.
	Then,
	“Wonder what she did?”
	Adam shrugged, “Who knows?”
	“I always thought her dad was ok.”
	“Guess not.”
	‘you liked what you saw?’
	“What?”
	“Huh?”
	‘you liked seeing your friend being spanked?’
	Steven gulped, paused in his walk, searched the ground for something, cocked his head to his friend, “What?” he repeated.
	“I didn’t say nothin’?”
	‘you’d like to spank her, wouldn’t you?’
	Steven’s cock nearly bursted out of his pants—the image of Kellie with her clothes at her knees and her ripe firm ass being beaten by her father caused him to moan.  And YES—yes was the definitive answer.  Yes, he would very muchly like to be the one spanking Kellie’s ass.
	Adam answered aloud, “YES!” as well as gouged the heal of his hand to his equally burgeoning cock.
	Then,

*

Startling results that are—startling
	He awoke with a startle (I hate that!)  Big time confusion reigned supreme within him.  He felt flushed—like he was hot all over much like being sea sick and on a roller coaster at the same time.
	There was little light.  There was a lot of confusion.  As his composure and eyes adjusted he saw a man; he had a slight beard and long hair with a hippie braid about the forehead.  Confusion escalated ‘cause there a girl standing close to the man (who was sitting on what looked like a bench—one of those vinyl button benches from a hotel lounge or casino.)
	The girl didn’t look to be more than eleven; flat chested, long curly dark hair, glasses, print pants and shirt.  She was pretty, though; a nice smile, nice little butt, “dainty.”
	Steven got the feeling that he, the girl, and the man weren’t alone “wherever” they were.  He could just make out that there were others sitting in the darkness.  He detected movement; he was sitting on a plush carpet and though he seemed to be “restrained” somehow there were no actual bindings.  There was the unshakable feeling of being somewhat sick to his stomach.  Blinking his eyes, closing them tightly then opening didn’t help much.
	The girl suddenly pushed down her blue print pants.
	Steven’s breath was taken.  His mouth dropped.  There was a ringing in his ears and for a moment slight blurred vision.  It cleared—just in time to see the girl push down her panties.  Purple panties.  The girl’s print pants were of a turquoise color with some designs of the geometric nature on them; the panties were plain color.  A little more light came to be and young Steven who was near exactly six months away from being twelve could see the girl and see her well.  He could see that she was hairless between her legs; her pussy was smooth, hairless, perfect.
	Then, the girl was turned into the open legs of the sitting man.  The man caressed the girl’s ass, patted it, smacked it, squeezed the cheeks, then said something to Steven that sounded like—‘take off your clothes.’
	Steven blinked his eyes, shut them hard, shook his head; then cocked his head, “Huh?”
	The next thing he knew—he was naked.
	He didn’t rightly recall when but his clothes were at his feet, he was standing, and he had a helluva an erection.  A helluva an erection.  His blue eyes were focused right on the girl between the sitting bearded man’s legs.  Confusion confounded him as he watched—what the hell was going on?
	What was going on was—
	The girl, Angela Swallowsbarn, was not in distress as she stood mostly naked between the bearded sitting man’s legs.  She wasn’t even confused.  She was, as it turns out, almost giddy.  Her print blouse of lavender base with blue flowers all over it was slipped off in one fell swoop.  No bra.  There wasn’t enough for a bra to cover!  There was, however, a small halter.  That garment was slipped off and the girl stood with her pants and panties at her knees.

	She was eleven, small-small titties, not hair one on her delicate virgin cunny; she was a happy-go-lucky child who was a young actress on a local weekly kiddie television show that aired on Saturday mornings.  The Shrew eyed her with delight (or was that lust?)  She was delicious and his hands delighted in squeezing her ass flesh—along with smacking it making her jolt all over.
	From out the corner of his eye he saw Lacey shaking her head in disgust.
	Shrew smiled and brought Angela into him, caressing her, hugging her, feeling her ass all the more before working her pants and panties off.  Then he had her straddle his legs.  Passionately he then began kissing her—his tongue driving deep into her mouth with his own mouth covering her own.  Lacey gasped.  More gasps would come.
	Like when the NAKED bearded sitting man positioned the naked eleven year old girl across his lap, her ass directed to the gasping horrified Lacey.  And after some light swatting, ass feeling, “digging”, serious swatting.  Enough so as the girl twitched as she was stricken.  Her toes clenched and she tried to put her hands back to protect her ass.  The naked bearded sitting man pinned her flailing hands to her backside and continued smacking her ass until it was beat red causing the fourteen year old Lacey Lucebottom to cry out “Please stop!”
	The Shrew stopped.  He looked at the distraught girl; Angela continued to flail her legs, clench her ass and toes, and weep/snivel.  Lacey couldn’t get her breath.  “Please stop spanking her.” she whimpered.
	Shrew let out his breath, thought her request over; then,
	“Well, offer me an alternative.”
	Lacey was fourteen and took her a moment to get the meaning.
	Shrew smoothed his hand over Angela’s flaming ass—his eyes locked in on Lacey’s very brown eyes.  She was part Mexican, part other.  Her breathing increased as she came to realize the proxy meaning.
	“Stand up,” said the naked bearded man, ‘take off your clothes.’
	Young Steven had had his eyes locked on the girl across the man’s lap—until a new girl, a teenage girl, stood up and began undressing.  He squeezed his eyes tight—‘what the fuck is going on!?’
	Once Lacey had slipped her panties off—she was nude.  She sucked in her breath then let it out.  The Shrew smiled at her, leeringly.  He stood Angela up and pulled her aside; then patted his naked lap ‘come here’ he conveyed.  Lacey clenched her fists, gulped, blew out her breath in an angry manner, then positioned herself down across the man’s lap.
	She tensed as the man’s hands went over her ass; she couldn’t help but clench despite the man’s request that she “relax.”  For her disobedience she was swatted—hard.  Her entire body jolted; further swats nearly sent the young teen out of her skin.
	The Shrew stopped his beating to smooth his hand over the inflamed flesh.  His eyes locked onto the bewildered newcomer to his acquired brood, Steven.
	“Come here.” he said to the boy.
	The naked boy stepped over to the man as asked; he wanted to ask “what the fuck is going on?” but was unable to formulate the words.  Shrew eyed the boy’s throbbing erection.
	“Would you like to spank her?”
	Steven’s mouth hung open.  His bewilderment was astounding; all he could come up with was—a shrug and a verbal “Ok.”
	He landed one-two-three-FOUR semi hard smacks to the teenage girl’s already blistered ass.  A bit o’ precum seeped out of his piss slit.  Shrew parted Lacey’s ass.  Then, before he knew it and still in a bewildered funk, Steven found himself with his cock pounding away into the teenage girl’s ass.
	There was no denying the fact that it felt good.  No denying that at all.

	After cumming off in Lacey’s cornhole, Steven Barnswallow very nearly melted.  “Wow.” he uttered.  Sure he had fucked his friend, Adam in the butt, and there was no denying that THAT felt good.  But somehow, screwing a girl in HER butt was a little bit better.  A little bit.
	Using Lacey’s cast off panties Steven’s dirty schlong was cleaned off.  He stood aside rubbing his butt (that had been spanked while screwing Lacey’s hole) as well as massaging his balls and aching cock.
	Lacey set up on her knees.
	Nothing was said.
	Conveyed was much “I HATE you!” from Lacey.
	“I know.” from the naked bearded sitting man.
	Angela was returned to the man’s lap; she was lain across his lap as before but not stricken was spanks.  Instead, there were caressings, ass cheek squeezings, and anal probing.  Lacey and Steven were all eyes.  Lacey conveyed deep condemnation while Steven—well, Steven was in awe and experiencing the wow factor exponentially.
	A slight head nod from the naked man and Steven came up closer.
	‘go ahead,’ the man’s voice said into his head, ‘rub her ass.’
	Steven hesitated—it was then he noted there were others in the “wherever” it was he was at.  There was some concern—but then his attention was returned to Angela and her naked ass.  He DID catch a look to Lacey who was sitting on her knees.  Her face was expressionless; she sat stoically, hands on her lap, naked, staring.  It made Steven a little uncomfortable.
	‘rub her ass—NOW!’

	Steven’s attention was once more redirected and he put his hand to Angela’s butt.  It was warm-warm-warm to the touch-touch-touch.  Nothing else mattered now; Lacey, the “others”, where he was, nothing.  All that mattered was his hand on the naked girl’s ass.
	‘poke her hole.’
	Steven complied slipping/poking/prodding his nose picking finger into Angela’s crap chute.  It didn’t go in easily but it did go in—much to the disdain of Lacey who watched shaking her head, mouth agape.
	After a couple of spanks to Angela’s ass, his cock up against her burning flesh, gliding his cock up and down her crack including serious grindings against her pussy—
	‘put it in her.’
	No hesitation—Steven poked and prodded his cock to Angela’s crapper and pushed inward (just like he did with Adam (and Lacey)).  Lacey, sitting just askew could see well enough the full anal penetration.  She was more than disgusted.  When she bowed her head weeping slightly it was a sign that she was broken.
	Steven sodomized Angela, sat back to watch his goo ooze out of the girl’s hole that was slowly snapping shut, then wiped his cock clean (using Lacey’s already soiled panties) then sit on his knees to be amazed in mild bewilderment as the girl was turned about presenting her front part.
	Oh he had seen a girl’s pussy before—a wee little lass; a family friend of five racing about after a bath butt bare ass naked.  There, too, had been glimpses of little girls being bathed, spanked, having their pissed in clothes changed—but he had never been able to really have a good hard look.  Girls his age in their bathing suits drove him crazy—he had a pretty good idea what they looked like naked and when stuffing his meat stick into his best friend’s poop chute he thought of stuffing his meat stick into the likes of Gloria, Sade, Amber, Beth, Zena, and the list goes on.
	Diligently he glided his cock up and down Angela’s cunt.  The area was smooth and hairless.  The man holding her on his lap fingered her pussy then carefully guided a confounded Steven’s cock into her crevice.  Once the head was in the boy was on his own.  He powered past the intact hymen and began pumping like he knew how.  And he did (just never in a girl’s pussy.)
	As when he had fucked Lacey—the naked man spanked him.  Some light smacks, some hard.  Steven fucked the girl—fucked the girl—fucked the girl.  Then noticed she was laying out over the naked man’s lap sucking the nut sac of his friend, Adam.  WTF!?
	Steven lost a little momentum.  His reign of confusion returned confusing, perplexing, and mystifying him more than ever.  He was, however, right at the pivotal moment of ecstasy so his loss pumping prowess was negligible.
	He came.
	A hearty viscous amount of young boy jiz squirted into the young girl’s quim temporarily overwhelming the young boy’s confusion.  Adam Lurkbird was cumming off, too.  A gracious amount of his young boy jiz squirted from his cock splashing down onto the young girl’s chest.
	Adam stepped back into the gloom of the dark thusly eliminating Steven’s confounded confusion.  ‘out of sight—out of mind.’  All that remained was the intense feeling of the fuck.
	Angela’s panties were cleaning and unsoiled so they were used to clean off the girl’s pussy as well as Steven’s cock.  The girl was stood up, hugged, kissed deeply and passionately, then pushed away into the gloom.  Steven casually looked to Lacey.  Lacey was still looked disgusted.
	More disgust was to cum.

	Like with my professional perverts, the vehicle of choice was a nice heavy American van—with most the seats removed.  The “cargo” area was usually carpeted—for comfort when laying down a Subject.  Paneling on the sides and ceiling; sealed doors, no windows.  A cargo light or recessed lighting; a partition of some sort between the cab and cargo area and sometimes though not essential some cabinets, a sink, a mini fridge, camping supplies.
	The Shrew’s van of choice was a big heavy American van; customized of course.  It was well kept up and not conspicuously crappy so as it would stand out but rather blend in like other big heavy American vans.
	Julie Brightbarn was another occupant of The Shrew’s van; lovely long honey brown hair, deep blue eyes, and a very curious face.  She had the most marvelous smile that made when she smiled like she had an overbite—but she didn’t.  She was ten years young and had more titty meat than eleven year old Angela!  A nice tight ass, small framed body, and was overheard to exclaim “Aw hell, we can do it over!” when playing a ball game in the park.
	She was way cute and Shrew was glad to have added her to his “collection.”
	Along with Angela, Julie, Steven, Adam, and Lacey, there was another ten year old girl, Gia, another eleven year old girl, Hanna, and two boys—Mario and Carlos—ten and eleven respectively.
	After a somewhat bewildered Steven had fucked Angela and subsequently significantly cum in her virgin pussy, Julie was bright into play.  She was still dressed and very mindless.  The naked Shrew hugged her, patted her butt, caressed her butt, then undone her button shirt pulling it off.  Lacey closed her eyes and had a trembling lip.
	Julie’s bra was removed and for a moment, The Shrew “examined” as is.
	Young Steven (and Adam in the darkness) did so, too.
	After the brief exam, the girl’s pants were slid down.  Basic white panties she wore.  Nice and snug.  Shrew hugged her again, drove his tongue into her mouth and his fingers inside her underwear.  It had only been mere minutes since Steven had fucked Angela and blew his load in her pussy—but he was hard-hard-hard again.  Young Adam had gotten his balls sucked by Angela and blew his load, too.  Like Steven, he was hard-hard-hard.
	More ass grabbing, patting, light smacking then the panties were slipped down.  Steven’s eyes locked onto the girl’s butt.  Like Angela’s butt—it was nice.  Angela had a bit of flab to her butt—not fat, not out of control, but baby flab.  Julie’s butt was tight.
	The Shrew smacked the butt, squeezed the cheeks then positioned the girl down across his lap.  Her clothes were worked off and Steven was beckoned.  Lucy gulped, sweated, shook her head trying to control her emotions as she watched the young boy go to his knees and tongue the new girl’s butt crack.
	All up and down the crack with specific attention to her hole did Steven loll is tongue.  After a time he entered her hole not with tongue or finger but that hard-hard cock of his.  It didn’t go in easily and took a couple of three tries.  Meanwhile, Adam came up and into Julie’s mouth HIS hard-hard cock went.
	Shrew smacked Adam’s ass, squeezed the boy’s cheeks and fondled his balls—all the while the ten year old Julie sucked-sucked-sucked his cock.  She had never sucked a cock before; she was a bit naïve, but had seen horses and dogs fucking.  She had seen wee little boys naked but did have a clear cut idea on what boys her age (or older) looked like—naked.
	Steven went three minutes before unleashing a torrent of cum.
	“Wow!” he exclaimed as he pulled out.  A strand of spunk was from the piss slit of his cock to Julie’s smoldering funk hole.  The boy stumbled back with his Wow Factor exceeding all levels.  Shrew collected Julie’s very nice panties and cleaned the boy’s soiled schlong.  Adam had yet to cum.  Soooo,
	Julie was stood up, hugged, lightly smacked, then settled onto Shrew’s lap her legs over his facing the naked Adam.  Shrew caressed Julie’s sides, smacking her ass thrilled him—greatly, but caressing her also thrilled him.  Then she was angled whereas she was leaned back somewhat, legs, parted, ass right on the right leg of Shrew, and Adam Lurkbird minded to “come get some.”
	Adam’s slobbered on cock was ready.  Sperm was already jutting from the piss slit but manageable to keep from out and out squirting.  Slowly he guided his love tool to Julie’s virgin quim.  Up and down the trench he went; he was drooling, eyes bulging, face aglow.  Up and down—up and down, UP and DOWN then slowly made penetration.

	“Lay down.” Shrew told Lacey.
	Lacey sighed, nodded her head, then laid out on the thick pile carpeting.  She was fourteen years young, the oldest of the collection.  She was also a cheerleader and had a cheerleader-like body.  There were fluid motions to her actions—as a cheerleader; she was tall, long super curly dark hair, and of Mexican heritage.
	Nice big titties, nice big bouncy titties; a firm ass, slim body, tall body.
	With her legs spread, Steven positioned himself between her legs and entered her virgin pussy.  Lacey clenched the fibers of the carpet she lay on shaking her head, pursing her lips, shutting her eyes as tight as possible.  Steven rammed his rod into the girl finding little resistance to his actions.
	Julie sat off to one side—mindless.
	Adam lay across The Shrew’s lap being spanked.  Not too hard but hard enough to turn his lily white skin bright red.  Ten year old Mario Fakename was drawn up to stand before the wiggling boy.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	The Mexican boy who had a Mexican father but a white mother stripped off all of his clothes.  Once nude, Adam took the boy’s shriveled dick and began sucking it.  Shrew smacked both boys and Steven successfully came off in Lacey’s cunt.

	The Shrew had waited as long as he could; rubbing his dick against Angela, Lacey, and Julie had been fun but not as relieving as actual penetration.  After Steven got his—Shrew got his!  Lacey clenched the carpeting more, clenched her lips and couldn’t believe what was happening to her.  Her eyes of deep brown bulged as The Shrew’s mighty schlong entered her.
	“OH MY GOD!” she blurted.
	Shrew smiled and entered her fully and got busy with the pumping.  He sighed a very satisfying moan and drove Lacey to the brink of orgasm.  She had never experienced one before and shuddered all over as the tingling sensation consumed her.
	Once more she utter “Oh my God!” but in a softer voice.
	The Shrew fired off a massive wad of man spunk, pumped a little more than pulled out to hump/rest his cock against the girl’s nicely fucked cunt.  More sperm spewed out and Shrew found himself wallowing in a sea of lust.  Kind of dangerous, too, as his power waned.  After a deep sigh, a fart, and fully emptying his tool of splooge he moved up to the cab.  The partition separating the cab and passenger area was a wooden one.  The back doors were secretly locked as was the sliding side door.  So,
	With a cool breeze, the gentle sound of the nearby creek, birds twittering, The Shrew took a needful-needful nap.
*
Same shit—same day
	Kathy Barnbright, ten years young, had light brown hair, inquisitive eyes, baby fat on her face, and her favorite color—green.  Green print pants, green ankle socks, green plastic ribbons in her hair, green top, green panties.  Different shades of green but “green” nevertheless.
	Like the previous, Kathy was a virgin and naïve.
	‘help take her clothes off.’ Shrew minded to Steven.
	Steven wrinkled his nose, looked over the fully clothed girl, felt a little embarrassed about being naked; checked Lacey, Angela, his friend, and then paused when looking upon the naked man.  Confusion again began to grab hold of him.
	‘TAKE HER CLOTHES OFF!’ a voice said into Steven’s mind.
	Slowly there was compliance.  Kathy didn’t look too upset about being undressed—just confused.  Her green top/shirt was with a half sleeve, no collar, three buttons down the front.  Cautiously with care and some trepidation did Steven remove the girl’s shirt.  Nothing underneath.  There were two little “nibs”, much like a pair of aspirin on an ironing board.
	He couldn’t help and didn’t know why but he had trembling fingers when undoing and unzipping her green pants.  From off to one side, Lacey—she sighed as she watched the proceedings.  She shook her head slightly, lips pulled in, contempt high and disparagement a close second.
	Down her short legs came the green pants.  Steven’s eyes were glued to Kathy’s green tinted panties—with yellow and blue duckies all over them.  Full brief kiddie panties—Steven had seen girl’s panties in the department store.  He tried not to linger so (his Mom caught him “lingering” and called him a pervert.)
	‘help her step out.’
	Steven somewhat nervously—and clumsily, helped Kathy step out of her pants.  Then, ‘go ahead, take her panties down.’
	Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y down came the green colored undies.
	Kathy stared blankly (at the naked sitting man but more through him than at him—therefore she was rather oblivious to what was happening to her.)  Steven lifted one foot and then the other removing the personal undergarment.  The girl’s poon was nice—hairless, a little puffy, perfectly shaped (and unspoiled.)  As a mesmerized Steven held Kathy’s panties in hand, the girl moved to sit on the naked man’s lap—facing outward with her legs over his.  This gave her optimum vulnerability—er viewing.  Steven viewed and got such an erection.
	‘come over.’
	Steven licked his lips and felt just a little flush.  Confusion was still a part of him, but Kathy was naked!  She was a year younger, pretty, and NAKED!
	‘kiss her pussy.’
	Steven blinked his eyes.  He stared and stared then leaned in and KISSED Kathy’s bald pussy.  ‘lick her pussy.’  The boy wrinkled his nose, his cock ached, his balls cinched up, then down he was licking Kathy’s smooth snatch.
	Lacey was—of course, disgusted.
	The naked man’s cock was once more hard, a bit of smegma coated the head—of which was pressed right up against the girl’s very virgin pooter.  Steven licked and licked and licked; then,
	‘fuck her.’
	Plain, simple, to the point.  And Steven Barnswallow knew exactly what “fuck her” implied.  There was slight hesitation—something in him told him that to “fuck her” was somehow possibly wrong.  Wasn’t it?  Confusion plagued him; he looked to Lacey who possibly found the boy having concerns.  She shook her head conveying “don’t do it.”
	‘do it, motherfucker, or I’lll spank the hide right off of you!’
	Steven dragged his cock up and down the girl’s vagina, prodded into her groove, grinned, then made full insertion destroying the then membrane therein.  Kathy gave a little yelp then shuddered as the process of getting fucked commenced.  Lacey bowed her head shaking it slowly and sadly.
	Once more and Steven sat back; firstly staring at Kathy’s slightly bloodied pussy, his bloodied cock, and the naked man’s cock partly up the girl’s butt hole.  Once more and panties, Kathy’s, were used to clean off his cock and her own pussy.  The girl then was turned over across the naked man’s lap.  He lightly spanked her, then Steven did—all the while the girl slurped on Adam’s ready-to-suck cock.

	Before further festivities could commence—a brief interruption.
	Just going thru the morning Times and this tidbit of info caught me eye:
	“Armed police in West Yorkshire raided a residential garage in Bradford on the basis of evidence from a helicopter-mounted heat-seeking camera.  They discovered two guinea pigs named Simon and Kenny.”
	“Diversity officials spent £5,000 during Romany and Traveller History Month on Hip-hop dancing lessons.”
	“As part of the new curriculum introduced under Labour’s “education, education, education” policy, it was revealed that thousands of pupils have been given lessons in how to claim unemployment benefits.”
 	“In Wisbech, Cambs, police refused to patrol a local park after 8pm because they were afraid of the dark (personally, I think it was the Werewolves Of Wisbech.)”

	“Teachers in Darwen, Lancashire, walked out on strike in protest at classroom violence.  One school governor, a Lib Dem councillor, blamed pupils’ destructive behaviour on the wet and windy weather in Lancashire, which puts children “on edge”.   I get that way myself, but it turns out it’s just me mother-in-law coming for a visit.
	“Suffolk Fire Brigade dispatched 22 firemen, including a “special heights team” and back-up crew, in five vehicles “one from 60 miles away” to rescue:
a cat on a roof, which had already been brought down by a part-time fireman with a ladder by the time they got there.”
	“A serial burglar was spared a jail sentence by a judge at Cambridge Crown Court, despite the fact that he had 14 previous convictions and was already serving a suspended sentence, because he claimed to be allergic to prison.”
	“As part of its commitment to “safeguarding children”, Ash Manor Secondary School in Surrey installed CCTV cameras to spy on children in the toilets.”
	“A Brighton hairdresser who parked a 3ft-high toy bus outside his salon to drum up business was rewarded with a £50 parking ticket.”
 	“A 51-year-old female police inspector from Manchester failed a fitness test which requires officers to be able to run 500 yards wearing full riot gear and carrying a shield, in less than two minutes 45 seconds.  She was awarded £30,000 for sex discrimination and the time limit was raised to three minutes.”
	“A Ugandan woman has been granted indefinite leave to stay in Britain because she might be “suspected” of being a lesbian if she went home and could face persecution “even though she isn’t” a lesbian.”
	“Council officials in Redditch decided to tackle dog fouling by spray painting stray dog poo orange to shame owners into clearing it up.”
	“A family of asylum seekers from Somalia has been given a £2 million, six-bedroom home in Hampstead, at a cost to taxpayers of £8,000 a month in rent, because they didn’t fancy living in Coventry.”  I don’t fancy living in Coventry, either—which is why, I suppose, I currently abode in Bristol!
	“Despite imposing £3.1 million budget cuts, Bury Council in Greater Manchester managed to find some money to improve the efficiency of its refuse service by buying iPads for dustmen at £500 a pop.”
	“It was revealed that in Labour’s last year in power, the Foreign Office spent nearly £40,000 teaching top Civil Servants African bongo drumming.”
	“And finally, armed police in Hampshire scrambled a helicopter and sealed off a golf course after reports that a dangerous white tiger had been spotted in a field at Hedge End, near Southampton. They found a cuddly toy.”
	Makes you Proud to be British!

	From all the papers ‘ere in England, I have come to determine that,
	A true classification of English newspapers:
 	“The Times” is read by the people who run the country.
 	“The Mirror” is read by the people who think they run the country.
 	“The Guardian” is read by the people who think about running the country.
 	“The Mail” is read by wives of the people who run the country.
 	“The Daily Telegraph” is read by the people who think the country ought to be run as it used to be.
 	“The Express” is read by the people who think it is still run as it used to be.
 	“The Sun” is read by the people who don’t care who runs the country as long as the naked girl at page three is attractive.

*

	Three teenage boys, two teenage girls, an ice chest of beer, a baggie of pot; equals good times in the woods and three’s a crowd.  The invaders were too close for comfort; Shrew feared the teens would get high, drunk, and discover his van as a possible hang-out or something.  Sure, he could overwhelm their minds but he had enough to handle as it was.  Besides, the girls though pretty were “loose” girls and therefore not good enough to fuck.  To spank yes but not to fuck.
	After resettling in a new area far-far away from the rowdy teens,
	Gia Sowwhatt wore short dark britches, no socks, blue-blue deck shoes, and a mixed blue knit top.  She was ten and like Kathy, had a little bit o’ titty meat.  The girl’s smile was fantastic.  Her eyes of brown were incredible.  She was Italian, spoke the language, and was a carefree kind of girl.  It was Adam who got the task of undressing the not-so-timid girl.  Steven undressed the remaining girl, Hanna.
	Meanwhile, the other Mexican boy, Carlos Nonamez, stripped off his clothes and laid across the naked man’s lap.  Then he was swatted.  Again, not too overly hard—but not light either.  Poor Lacey continued to sit in utter and total disbelief at what was going on.  The naked man griped the boy’s burning butt cheek, squeezed it, wiggled it, then nodded to Lacey.
	Lacey shook her head—she didn’t want to.
	A hard stare from The Shrew, though, and the unfortunate girl crawled over.
	‘do what I tell ya, WHEN I tell ya.’ Only this—and nothing more!  No consequences; nothing—just, “do what I tell ya—WHEN I tell ya.”
	Lacey sighed and slap/spanked the Mexican boy’s ass.  She clenched up all over and landed another smack, then (as per command) reached down between the boy’s legs and fondled his tightly cinched up balls—then she toyed with his eleven year old cock.
	When Carlos began to twitch and wriggle giving an indication that the sting to his ass was beginning to encroach upon his mind, he was put to the carpet and Lacey atop him.  She continued to shake her head but mounted the boy, guided his cock into her cunny, and then rode him.
	Gia was lain across the naked man’s and spanked.  She was ten yrs young, small-small body, flat-flat chest.  Lots of thick dark brown hair, heavenly brown eyes, and an infectious smile.  Before laying down she had to firstly work the naked man’s cock, kiss the head of it, sucked Mario’s cock, THEN lay down.
	Not only did the naked man with a beard sitting down on a cloth bench seat that spanned the width of the van spank the beautiful young girl, but so did Mario and, Steven, and Adam.  By the time the girl was squirming and shedding tears, Carlos AND Lacey were cumming.
	Shrew’s cock was dramatically hard and locked on to Lacey’s corn chute.
	As the unique feeling that was sexual began to calm down—Lacey’s eyes bulged as the naked man (with a beard) shoved his fuck stick into her asshole.  All the while Carlos’ dick was still shooting in her pussy!
	Shrew smacked the girl’s ass as he plowed her hole; she yelped, tightened her asshole about the invading prong, cried out some, and experienced a double orgasm like never before.  And of course, she had never had a double orgasm.
	It was a little rough—but, Lacey had never experienced such an ordeal.  She couldn’t think straight.  Her nipples hardened, there was an electrified tingling sensation centrally located in her cunny.  As the ordeal went on—she didn’t want it to stop.  It was the most sensational thing ever!  Ever!
	“Oh God!” she blurted—“Ooooooh!” she shuddered and clenched her cunny tight-tight-tight on Carlos’ schlong.  In her ass and the naked man was power sodomizing her, hands clutched tightly to her hips, he banged her long and hard basically unable to succumb to orgasm.  He could just reach the threshold of cumming off but was ultimately denied.  A break was necessary—but first!
	(due to the delay in posting and length of chapter this chapter will be in two parts)  Part II will be posted as soon as possible—author