August Moone
Book 3
Sidetrips
Chapter 26
Friends!  Neighbors!  Perverts!  Unite!

	No one was home at the Taylor household, nor at the Andersons.  Chris and Harold were bummed.  Harold had wanted to go back to the Munster Manor.  Chris was adamant and not interested.  “You can go, I-I’m going on to the Taylors.”
	Harold jeered his friend, “Chicken!”
	Chris shuffled his feet, then placed his hands under his arms and formed “wings” then went, “Bra-ack, bra-ack, bra-bra-bra, bra-ack!” imitating a chicken.  
	Harold went a few feet down the narrow unkempt unused road, then stopped.  Chris continued with his chicken imitation; now, though, insinuating that Harold was the Road Island Red.
	Harold flipped him off and grabbed his crotch.
	They crossed the road and made their way to the Taylors.
	It was a so-so warm day.  They thought of going into town, paying a visit with Brandy and her mom, perusing the Park, parking lots, bookstore, and/or visiting the Thomas family.  But Harold had noted a moving van while they had been working the orchard, it meant a new family was moving into the Olde Town.
	The Taylors were a bust.  The boys hustled to the Andersons.  Nope, no one home there, either.  Chris knew that the dude ranch was a good hump, they weren’t too interested in humping all the way to there to find those they sought had flown the coup, gone home, on vacation, etc.  So seeking out any newcomers to Olde Town was just the thing.

	Olde Town was building up, again.  For years it had laid quiet and peaceful and undisturbed.  Then there were some barn dances, the local grange hall was re-opened, Ms. Leary re-opened a bed & breakfast and rented out some cabins in the woods, too.  Soon a general store returned to life and a small newspaper servicing the outskirts of Cartersville.
	A small town restaurant found life and brought many locals.  The locals let it out in gossip and soon many folks from Cartersville began returning to their roots, and their gossiping brought the folks in from the neighboring city.
	Harold and Chris peddled their bikes across open fields, cutting short cuts and seeing if they could see anyone out and about.  With that proving to be a bust, too; the boys headed directly for Olde Town.
	A few homes of Olde Town were up for sale, a few others were in the process of being built from the foundation up.  Small shops here and there, a quaint little quintessential Americana.
	Chris made a mental note to come to the old town a little more often, he was missing out!  There were PEOPLE here, girls, specifically!  Young girls, teens, young adults.  Mostly milling about the boutiques and antiques shoppes, the four private barns that were selling their handmade/home grown wares.  But there, too, were so noted the Newbies.
	On a fluke Chris and Harold noted a family headed by a single parental unit, a father.  He had his hands full with an all girl family, four of them!  There seemed to be no motherly figure, no ring.
	The oldest girl appeared to be around 14 or so, long curly blond hair, creamy skin, tight jeans.  Tight jeans.  She had a great smile, a fantastic smile; bright and cheery she was with a nice rack.  Compacted into a pair of tight jeans.  Tight jeans.
	Next in line in the sibling rivalry docket was a girl no more than twelve, good posture, not a bad body--better when she was naked, a pleasing development on her chest, a longer/narrower face than her older sister who was more round in the face.  She had matching blue eyes like her older sister, too; and blond hair that was sunny and bright, but straight and unstyled.
	Then there was a sister about five, shoulder length blond with green eyes.   A cutey she was, a real charmer.  She bounced about busying herself into the odds and ends of the open junk-a-tique shop at a converted barn.  She wore short jean shorts and both Chris and Harold moaned.
	And lastly was a toddler, approx. three years young.  Matching blond hair, green eyes.
	They all seemed to be a happy bunch and seemed to get along well.
	They were suitable for snooping on.  And Chris & Harold were just the ones to do it, too!  (natch)
	With work at the Mitchell ranch/orchard, Snooping had to take a backseat.  For a while anyways.  But the house of the Suspects were so noted for future use.  Chris and Harold threw themselves into working the orchard, Harold operating a farm tractor to harvest the fruits of their labor, Chris the mechanic on the various pieces of equipment.
	There wasn’t much time for anything else.  ANYthing else.
	The boys seldom even did anything together.  There was always Suzie, and her lovely-lovely friend Shelly.  But the Pen Flasher took a breather, Chris and Harold did their jobs and little to nothing else.
	Chris wanted to keep in touch, with Brandy and Mr. Thomas, the Andersons and Taylors.  But he was just too tired.  He barely even had time to “play with himself” or sister Suzie!
	That was sad.  And it couldn’t last.  It just couldn’t.
	And luckily, it wouldn’t.
	After much ado about the harvest of the crop, after repairs, general chores, and so forth, Carl Mitchell released Chris and Harold from their arduous 6 weeks of hard labor.
	A day of pure rest and relaxation was required before anything else.
	The a trip out to the quarry.
	Then into Cartersville for a snoop, the Thomas family was gone, but Brandy was home.  Along with her mother.  The step-father whom Brandy despised was out of town.  Which was good.  The Pen Flasher had been unused for almost two months, it was time for it to come out of hibernation.
	Again the boys were sneaky and didn’t boldly go to the front door.
	They utilized the unique upgraded features of the Pen Flasher, firstly catching sight of the three subject females in the house and then thusly rendering themselves invisible to their sight.  Just how exactly that happened Chris and Harold were a little clueless on, but it worked so they didn’t care.
	For Brandy’s mother--she was double teamed, doubly penetrated, and thoroughly enjoyed.  Chris occupied her backdoor while ultra horny Harold pegged her furry fur burger.
	Brandy was double teamed, too; but with Chris hammering her sweet teenage snatch and Harold plowing up the Hershey Highway.  (this after a bit of rest from banging the girl’s mother.)
	And after another bit of rest they undressed Karen and enjoyed her, kissing on her pussy and asshole, humping into her mouth, grinding on her and light penetration.  It made for a delightful afternoon, all taken place in the living room.  The boys cleaned up in the downstairs bathroom, put the family back together as they were and continued on their way.
	They returned home, one good shag a day was about it, they were still frapped from their very arduous orchard work.  At home they found sister Suzie and friend Shelly.  Chris and Harold looked to one another and smiled.

                                                  *****

	What’s that saying--Timing is Everything?
	A couple of days after shagging Brandy and her mother, his sister Suzie and Shelly, Chris and Harold were at 6969 Mockingbird Lane.  Here there was a two story home, built circa 1940.  It had charm with class, nothing fancy and shrouded with trees and bushes and more trees and bushes.
	The wrap-around porch was a nice touch.
	Inside the home, the Ganamon home, two previous subject girls were busy yapping and doing some home craft doings.  Both were incredibly cute, desirable, and doable.  But there were others in the house, scattered.  Casually Chris did unto them as he had done unto Brandy and her mother as he had done unto the dude ranch gang in some chapters back…
	Carefully the boys entered into the house via the backdoor.  The girls were silenced so as Chris and Harold could possibly scope out where the others were.
	It was deemed that the remaining family members were upstairs.
	Harold couldn’t resist a quickie, fondling the oldest girl.  Chris shrugged and gave in, having the second in line stand up.  She wore a short pleated school uniform-like skirt, red checkered.  She was an easy feel.  She wore blue panties, soft and bikini style.  At twelve she wasn’t a bad dish, not bad at all.  Both Chris and Harold took time out to fondle her, slip her panties down and get a finger full of her love entrance.  Chris had her bend over and bob on his knob while Harold occupied his tongue with her asshole.
	After a few minutes of this the boys went on to scope out the others.
	They were found on the second floor.
	Mary Kate was in the bath, she curiously looked up as Chris poked his head in, he worked his “magic” and hoped for the best, Mr. Thomas’ words echoing in his head--”Not everyone will be effected by the Pen, mostly and usually the very young and many animals aren’t fooled, either.”
	But she only marveled at the open door and then went on bathing herself.  Harold poked Chris in the side, directing his attention to something more intriguing.
	It was taking place in a room across from the bathroom.
	In her Subject Danny was doing a naughty.
	He was in the company of the youngest member of the Ganamon family; young Ashley Ganamon lay naked on a kiddie bed, apparently her own.  Her young legs flailed about as she was tickled by her father.  Most attention was to the child’s cunny, by her father’s daddy dong.  It was hard and stiff and shooting cum.
	He jerked as he humped, soiling his innocent child’s vagina.  He tickled her some more, blew raspberries on her tummy and chest and diddled his fingers in her spunk laden cunny.
	Daddy Danny G emptied himself against the child’s tummy, straining, grinding, giving his all.  He then scooped the child up and held her against him, consoling her ass before repositioning her so as she would slurp on his cum squirter.
	She gripped the schlong wavering before her and suckled on the head.  Danny humped her sweet face and filled her mouth before settling down on the floor nearly exhausted.
	He then heard from his other daughter, “Daddy, I’m ready!”
	Daddy Danny pulled on some nappy terrycloth undies for his youngest, never minding to wipe of the goo he had left there.  He returned his prick into his pants and went to help out his other child.
	Chris and Harold were right there, too.
	Little Mary Kate was ready to get out of the bath.  Danny helped her and began drying her off.  He was observed on the sly fingering her young snatch and seriously rubbing her ass.  Harold pressed his own bone against Chris’ ass.  Chris chewed his lip and waited.
	It was so noted that Daddy Danny had a boner, a raging one.
	Chris popped into the man’s mind, being careful not to be alerted.
	The Pen Flasher was an amazing piece of marvelous technology.
	It was learned that only to Ashley was Danny humping on, his other children he had merely fingered them, fondled them, diddled them when he could get away with it.  Anything more than that he did not venture into lest he be removed from society permanently.  And he did not molest his girls when they got older--for the same reason.
	But the desire was there.  A strong-strong desire.
	Danny was currently easing off exposing his schlong to Mary Kate, but he fingered her and fondled her for as long as he could as in that was somewhat atypical of a daddy drying off his child.
	‘Anyone coming up the stairs?’ Chris whispered to Harold.
	There wasn’t.  Chris popped his neck, his fingers, then worked a little more magic.  He made it more subtle than he had done unto the dude ranch gang, where they were forced into action and were well aware of it.  Here, it was just more subtle without the harsh coercion.
	Danny felt comfortable enough to slid his pants and underwear down, he sat on his knees, his naked five year old Mary Kate against him wrapped in a towel.
	Chris found that dealing with the child was not a cinch.  Not that she resisted but she just wasn’t effect so easily by the Pen Flasher as was others.  It gave Chris a headache as he dealt with the girl, tempting her and goading her and trying this route, that one, and easing her into the realm of allowing daddy perversion.
	Apprehension and some morality kept him from going too far, but; deftly he ploughed his finger up his daughter’s cunt, up her ass crack, too.  Then out came his aching bone and he dragged IT up against her cunny.  He soon laid her out on the bath rug, opened her young legs and went down on her.
	This was followed with the laying of his prick between her wriggling legs and making with the humping.  No penetration, but not from the lack of want to.  He humped, poked her sweet delectable cunny then humped some more until he was at the squirting stage.
	A great gob of man spunk soiled the child’s pussy, then inching up onto her chest he humped his all and soiled Mary Kate’s mouth.  Into her mouth he forced the head of his cock, then humped her face and dragged his balls to her.
	Chris got her to masturbate her dear daddy, to squeeze and fondle his balls and rub his ass.  Danny was enthused and all out of love cream.  With a passion he hugged his child, loving on her and barely able to curb the desire to fuck her.
	He held his daughter to him, caressing her ass and trembling all over, the desire was hard to quell, Chris had nothing to do with it.  He was no longer in control of Danny Ganamon, and he had limited control over Mary Kate.  He let them be and watched.
	Nothing much more to watch, though; Danny settled down and completed drying his daughter, brushing her hair; his schlong was still free to be “toyed” with, though.
	Harold jabbed his friend, alerting him to the other daughters.  They were coming up the stairs.  Chris turned his attention to them, taking them back down the stairs.  Young Stacey was in a need to go up the stairs, she needed to go to the bathroom.  There was a bathroom in the downstairs area, Chris directed them to go there.  All of them.
	Once inside before it was too late Stacey peeled out of her clothes then sat on the toilet.  Gravity played its part and the pre-teen was “relieved.”
	Chris delved into her young mind, discovering that she was an avid masturbator.  She farted and had desires--strong sexual desires.  She was a spy, like Chris and Harold, she knew the deal about sexual deeds--positions and doings and etc.  She was a virgin, except for her fingers.
	Older sister Chrissy was NOT a virgin.  She, too, was an avid masturbator, and a fart monger.  But unlike her young sib, she was sexual active.  She wasn’t a slut and hadn’t been “active” for very long.  She had no sexual desires for girls, though; but was willing to experiment.  She was only embarrassed and afraid to broach the deed for fear of being labeled.
	With Stacey on the toilet, Harold stepped up to her and fed her his cock, working her pretty head back and forth.  Chris tried working a weave into her mind prompting her to suck and to enjoy sucking cock.  He then gazed upon the naked Chrissy.  Butt naked she was a cutey.  A nice cutey.  Little were cute, little girls were nice and okay and all--but teenage girls, THEY were the ones that rocked his world!
	Chris pressed his body to Chrissy, this after stripping out of his own clothes--having tapped into Daddy Danny and the other girls it was fairly easier to quickly zap them should they get pesky.  He had stood back and watched the girl undress while her sibling occupied the toidy.  A nice blond muffin, lightly and slightly trimmed.  No blemishes, no hideous marks or scars.  Creamy smooth skin, a nice-nice ass to be sure.
	Chris ogled the girl’s breasts, had a fleeting thought of what it would be like to be on a school bus--elementary, junior high, high school, or a church bus!  He thought of a bus load of just girls, in various clothing attire, and forced to strip naked--for him and Harold’s pleasure!  (to be sure!)
	Chris wrapped his arms about the zombie girl, he kissed briefly but paid most attention to copping a feel of her butt.  His cock pressed downward against her blond fur pie.  He thought he would try a comparison between she and Brandy--but his mind went into sexual overload and it didn’t happen.
	Harold moved Stacey down on the toilet, repositioning her.  His cock was ready to fire, but she was a virgin.  Not that it mattered to Harold, but Chris decreed they wait for someone else to breech, for now--wait.  
	Harold was miffed but let it be, he went down on her and licked out her pissy cunny and diddled her asshole.  Chris was hard pressed himself, the girl WAS cute.  To appease his constant companion, he had Chrissy lay down, legs open, knees up.  She was having occasional sex with her boyfriend, a boy from the Olde Town area, she had only known him a couple of weeks.  The family Ganamon were from the City and in the City Chrissy had spread her legs more than once for more than one boyfriend, and one math teacher.
	She wasn’t a slut, but…
	Chris took a turn and admiring (with his tongue) Stacey pussy and asshole, Harold nailed Chrissy--he was ready to explode so he had to have a substantial outlet.  
	It didn’t take him long, either.  Chris was still happily licking out Stacey’s poon, suckling on her nipples and dragging his sensitive glans against the girl’s cunny.  Could he breech her?  Deflowering her would instantly tip her off, he knew that the Pen Flasher could help in diminishing the discomfort and initial breech, but what about the thereafter? 
	Chris figured he could work mind magic, too; but deflowering a girl’s cunny gave telltale signs that she had been fucked--if seen nude.  She didn’t have a lot of pubes to conceal her love entrance.  But the only one to see her naked would be her big sister, Chrissy.  Chris could easily work mind magic to her, too.
	But there were other things that he saw to fall into play, it was a natural.  Already Daddy Danny was hard up for his two youngest ones; he feared trying anything with the older two.  But--Chris and his Magic Pen could make things happen and make it better.
	Chrissy didn’t take it up the ass, she was curious about it, but hadn’t allowed it to happen.  Chris pegged her asshole, it was already gooied up from Harold’s spillage.  Her back entrance was TIGHT.  It was a good fuck.  Chris fucked, hard.  Harold tongued the girl’s fresh fucked cunny while Chris ploughed her backdoor.
	When Chris began to strain into orgasm, Harold latched onto Chris’ balls and sucked them between Chrissy’s legs!  The event was spectacular, and last a whole fifteen minutes!  The boys were exhausted.  They had to rest a moment more before scurrying on home, it was late.
	Chrissy and Stacey they returned to clothed state of being, Chris sat on the toilet and worked Mind Magic.  It gave him a severe headache, a nosebleed (which was new) and a bit of blurred vision. The Pen Flasher continued to work beautifully, though.

                                              *****

Fast Forward
	A day and three more later--and the boys were once more snooping.  They had missed a good portion of the week to see what was going on with the Ganamon family due to increased work at home, lots of work.  The second phase of the orchard harvest was close at hand and so lots of work needed to be done.
	And with all the work and peddling their bikes all about, it was Suzie’s friend Shelly who took note of the boys’ brawn.  Though lowly they be merely 14 years old, they were buff!  No longer scrawny dweebs, they were buffing out nicely, muscles and washboard abs.  Nice.
	They peddled to Olde Town, checking up on their Subjects.  Again they were foiled, no one home.  The boys piddled around and shrugged their shoulders, after a refreshing drink at a small watering hole in the original town, the boys nodded to one another--Brandy!
	That would mean a nice ten mile bike ride.  No problem for a pair of muscular boys.  They went cross country for part of their ride, then tried to peddle across the dry sandy riverbed--with not much there.  They rested in the Park just beyond, not many prospects there--but a few interests.
	Case in point:  girls.  Er, specifically speaking of Girls of Cartersville Middle School.  Brandy’s Bitches were seen, too.  Some extra girls the boys had already shagged and fooled around with, AND the two Nuns!  There were choices--choices--choices!  Tender cut, fresh choice, USDA Chris-Harold Approved Poontang!  Not a rottencrotch apple in the bunch!
	Chris figured he could nab up to about five at one time.  And that was pushing it.  He preferred one to two at time, maybe three.  Any more and then and the risk factor exceeded its liability.
	All the Subjects of Intent, though, were in large groups.
	The boys acted like patient predators; lions, tigers, etc. etc. oh my!
	Inasmuch as prey in the wild gather in a particular watering hole, scoping out the Park’s bathrooms seemed the logical thing to do.  So they did it.  And waited.  And waited. And waited some more.
	Chris began to wonder if the bathroom had the plague or something, NO ONE was using it!  Harold suddenly gouged his friend in the side, directing his attention to something of noteworthiness.  Chris was nodding off and dreaming (again) of the creepy Munsters!
	Coming up to the dual bathroom was a pair of delights, Carla Byrly and Nellie Garp.  A pair of 8th graders the boys seriously had boners for.  Carla was a teen model, Nellie Garp COULD be a teen model.  Both girls were well sought out for; they had charm, beauty, poise, distinction, and damn nice tits; bouncy bettys with matching swish-swaying to their walk.  Carla wore a plaid gold/red/white mid thigh length skirt, loose fitting blouse.  Her bouncy strawberry blond hair bounced nicely on her shoulders.
	Nellie wore low slung jeans and a short black teeshirt with a popular City band emblazoned on the front.  Her belly button area was exposed.  She had bouncing shoulder length brown hair.  Both girls were about the same size, in height and all.  Good posturing, fantastic appearance, lovely attitudes.
	There were not a lot of boys in the area, teen boys, or even adults.  It was a teen day apparently.  Which was good--for Chris and Harold!  Chris made good with the Pen Flasher, Harold stuck out his tongue as the girls neared closer and closer, grabbed his crotch and noted that neither girl freaked out.
	They were under the guise of the Pen Flasher.

Inside the bathroom (for Girls)
	Chris quickly put his hands up Carla’s skirt and grabbed some ass.  Harold put his hands down Nellie’s loose fitting low slung jeans.  The game was on!  Both boys had their own girl in a separate stall.  They worked fast as time was of the essence and they didn’t want to be caught off guard.  It was to be a quickie.
	The passion was overheating (for Chris), down came his pants and he quickly worked Carla’s panties down, too.  Her blouse he nearly ripped open to get at her delectable orbs.
	Harold had an easy time of stripping Nellie, her loose fitting jeans easily dropped to the cool cement floor.  Her short black tee shirt easily flipped up over her head.  She wore a black tube/halter top to contain her smallish B cup breasts.
	Chris bent Carla over and held her while his beefsteak eased dynamically into her love entrance.  She was a virgin.  Chris pressed himself into her, going to the hilt before halting.  His grip on Carla’s hips intensified as he thrusted deeply.
	Nellie Garp was a virgin, too.  Not any longer.  Harold plowed into her sex and dramatically deflowered her, finger fucked her asshole and humped his fill inside the small stall.
	Nearing voices ceased any further action from the horny duo, they cleaned up quickly and cleaned the girls--using their panties.  The panties the boys kept, too.
	The thing with park bathrooms--there was only one way in/out.  The boys hid in the stalls of their Subjects.  They noted the voices were mixed, childish, teenish.  Some discernible as girls, others boys.  ‘NOW they fucking come!’ bitch Chris to himself.
	Three teen girls entered into the din, accompanied by three wee little girls.

	Lucy Gahsh, Kate Reece, Olive Powers.
	Lori Buckly, Cynthia Ruiz, Connie Maze.
	Lucy, Kate, and Olive were girls Chris and Harold knew, not too well but well enough.  Lori, Cynthia, and Connie were cutey nine year olds and not known to Chris and Harold, Perverts Extraordinare!
	Kate was the boys’ age, fourteen.  Lucy a year younger with Olive a year younger than that.  Lucy was the blond of the group, Kate long silky dark hair, Olive reddish brown hair.  All three were cute, damn cute.  Lucy was tall, very slender, and tall.  She had, too, almost no breasts to speak of.  Kate had breasts, ski-slope breasts, nice and supple and contained in a simple halter hidden by a blue tee-shirt with a large daisy emblazoned on it.
	Olive, though merely twelve years young, had teenage features, she could pass easily for fifteen!  Nice hips, ass, crotch, tits, everything important to a man while shagging her.  She wore super tight jeans, jean shorts that went to just above the knee--you know the kind.
	The younger set were just as cute, attired in short shorts, short walking shorts, and knee length jeans custom made.  All were damn cute.  Chris wished he had some way to make a vortex or had some sort of science-fictiony device that would teleport him (and his subjects) to the dungeon!
	But he didn’t so he did the next bestest best thing:  he flashed them.
	Lori Buckly, daughter of a prominent business owner in Cartersville, shook off the first flash, Cynthia stumbled and almost fell.  Connie pissed in her jean shorts.  
	Lucy was zombiefied instantly, Kate wavered and shook her pretty head and then succumbed to the Pen Flasher.  Olive wrinkled her brow, narrowed her eyes and leaned her head forward to see what was going on, she uttered, “What the fuck?”  She shook her head and wavered her arms outward like she was swimming.
	Then she went still.
	The bathroom was not the optimum place to “do business.”
	Toilets were heard flushing in the adjoining boys bathroom.
	Boyish giggles with accompanying whoops and hollers, jeers and cat-calls followed.  Chris looked to Harold, Harold looked to Chris.
	“Fucking shame.” Harold blurted.
	Chris wrinkled his nose and nodded in agreement.  Harold peeked out the “L” shaped entrance to the bathroom.
	“It’s clear.”
	“Let’s boogie.”
	It was a damn shame to have to leave the Subjects in the bathroom, they were quickly fondled, touched, fingered, etc., but nothing more.  

                                                  *****

	Getting Subjects to be alone to whereas they could be more--dealt with on a personal level was difficult.  And a pain in the ass.  It was frustrating and infuriating.  A whole host of Possibles lingered in the Park, but they were in among large groups so….
	Many Possibles, many of whom Chris and Harold knew.  Some they did not, young girls, some intriguing boys in the mix, too.  No Brandy, though.  The boys met up with some friends of theirs and got into a game of throwing those infamous plastic flying discs around.  The Possible Subject girls got involved and soon it was Girls Against the Boys.
	It was a good afternoon of play.
	After a time many of the Possible Subjects left for home, the malt shoppe, someplace else.  As luck would have it--previous bathroom Subjects were observed walking along a park path.  This particular path was on the far side of the Park, winding its way this way and that along the contours of the landscape of the Park butted against the landscape of unclaimed land.
	Chris and Harold went into stealth/pursuit mode.
	They had to get close enough to render the group to whereas they would not “see” their Pursuers.  At a drinking fountain the group paused and were joined by three young boys, one teen boy.  They seemed to all know one another and Chris groaned, that was TEN peoples.  Could the marvelous, wondrous Pen Flasher contain them all?  Could the amazing, astonishing Pen Flasher overwhelm and zombiefie them all?
	“Maybe--maybe you can just--do a couple of them at a time?”
	Chris appreciated the suggestion and took it under care, but with the group kinda large and all, could the Pen Flasher pick and choose?  The boys (Chris & Harold) had sneaked into the outer area of the Park, the rough.  Stickers and thorn bushes were taking their toil and then there was the wondrous afternoon heat.
	Time was of the essence.
	The group gaggled at the drinking fountain, it was at an area of the semi woodsy Park whereas they were the only ones present.  This was a good thing.  Chris took careful aim…
	Flash!  Flash!  Flash!  Flash!  

                                                   ****

	It was too bad Nellie and Carla weren’t in the mix, Chris would have liked that.  But what he had was good enough.  A broken fence pole helped guide the zombiefied Subjects out of the Park setting and into the wildland.  A short jaunt down a very small animal trail to some hills, then under the sanctity of some overhanging jutting boulders from those hills.  Brush and shrubs, piles of cement city slabs from city project re-dos, building parts, and so on provided decent security.
	And time was of the essence.
	No time to delve into their minds to uncover truths, it was a Whama-Lamma-Bamma session, not a Q&A one.  Kate, Lucy and Olive were first.  Hungrily Chris & Harold pawed at them, stripping them down and reeling in their dastardly deed.  Quickly Chris mounted Lucy while Harold drove his bone into Kate--their clothes scattered all about in the powdery poof dirt.
	Their bodies were basted in the afternoon sun, thankfully Chris and Harold had tough bodies.  They pulled a double team on Olive, she was super tight, a super virgin.  Chris couldn’t help it and delved into her noggin, uncovering the simple fact that she was a so-so pussy pleaser.  She was curious about sex and spied on those so engaged in the Park and around her house.
	Chris’ cock was screaming in dire extreme pain and discomfort, but he was unable to stop himself and humped tenaciously on nine year old Lori Buckly.  Harold busied himself with nine year old Cynthia Ruiz.  Chris did not penetrate Lori, just loved on her--humping her slit and humping up her ass crack.  He sucked on her nipples and drove his tongue into her sex.
	Harold the Tactless penetrated Cynthia, she was not a virgin but had only been fucked a couple times prior--Chris found she was so-so raped by her older brothers.  She mostly took sex up the ass.
	Young Connie Maze had just turned nine.  She was a virgin but had just found the joys of finger probing her hairless poon.  Chris loved on her hairless poon with his tongue, then his fingers gave it a workout, then his cock was ready to fire and he balled her a good one for several long enduring minutes.
	Harold had to take a break, his balls and cock were screaming.
	Chris rested, too.  While he rested he had Carlos and Eddy, David and Charles strip off their clothes.  Carlos Munz was ten, strong Mexican heritage, with some Indian blood, too.  He was cute and had a nice schlong Chris admired.
	Eddy Cruise was white.  Very white.  Extremely white.  Short bowl shaped blond hair, heavenly blue eyes, bald balls; he was nine years young.
	David Mack was the youngest at eight.  A dark haired youth, dark eyes, curious and naïve and typical eight.
	A friend of the girls and an associate babysitter was Charles W.  He was fourteen and something of a geeky hunk.  He had boyish charm, wisps of blond hair in his eyes, an avid soccer player, tall, and Chris guessed he was handsome.  (he found himself staring (admiring?) his dangling schlong?)
	While he continued to ‘rest’, Chris probed--okay, so he’s doing Q&A after all.  
	Charles was not a pervert, but he DID want to shag (fuck) Kate.  He wouldn’t mind boning Lucy, either.  And Olive?  Charles held back the info on his desire about Olive.  That was getting too young.
	He didn’t mind “looking” at girls Olive’s age, -OR- younger!
	He was somewhat intrigued with Lori, Cynthia, and Connie.
	He had no desires whatsoever for boys, of any age.
	Chris made no plans to change those values.

The Malt Shoppe
	The first one was gone in seconds; hardly even tasted.
	The second one had some taste.
	The third--ah!  Now that’s the ticket!
	The fourth one hit the spot for sure.
	Chris leaned back in the small booth chair and let out a long satisfying sigh.  His balls ached, his cock demanded attention--it was over stimulated and seething with zillions of outrageous tinglings.  Harold was pretty much the same.
	Chris’ mind was in overload, too; after having their way with the previous group, there was the business of “setting them straight”; accepting their fate of enjoying sex.  Thankfully with some he didn’t have to force the issue as they were partly already “willing”; they were just apprehensive and frightened about consequences.
	As a “dessert”, Chris and Harold enjoyed the boys, too.
	Carlos Munz Chris enjoyed, Eddy was enjoyed by Harold.
	Young David Mack was enjoyed by both Chris and Harold; Chris slurping on the boy’s young tallywhacker while Harold hammered the boy in the ass.  Chris had laid Carlos out on his back and pushed his legs back, having Olive straddle his face and hold the legs--while Chris himself plowed into the boy’s virgin poop chute.
	Harold pegged Eddy as they lay on their side.  It entranced (and enthused) Chris watching the two, as well as observing Olive sitting on Carlos’ face.
	Sucking the boys’ schlongs was a treat, Chris regarded.  Both he and Harold sucked, devoured the testicles and all and sucked their fill, getting the boys’ dongs nice and hard.  Then the girls, Lori, Cynthia, and Connie (all nine) took a turn sucking on the slender fuck poles.
	Thereafter it was fucking.  Full fledged fucking with Carlos balling Lori, Eddy into Cynthia, and young David humping on Connie.  Soccer geek Charles sank his bone into the older girls, but also laid his organ against the younger girls to “satisfy his itch.”
	An hour was needed to dink with their minds.  Chris felt ill and woozy afterwards.  He didn’t recall how he got from the Park to the Malt Shoppe.  He downed the fourth malt and called up for another.
	Then in walked Patti J and lovely daughter Kassy.  Chris remembered them fondly.  So did his cock.  Kassy wore a summer dress, her body was still a delight to look at, she was still postured straightly and stately, her blond hair about an inch longer than last time, too.  At ten she was a true marvel of delight; with a nice ass, great smile, out bursting demeanor, and a great ass.
	Behind them came Agatha and Sister Rose.  They seemed no worse for wear for their ordeal--although it was some weeks past.  Chris gulped as Sister Rose cocked her head and looked at him--a long hard look.  Chris got the heebie-jeebies and was going to flash the bitch to make her quit when she spoke:  “My my, were you thirsty?”
	Chris blinked his eyes, ‘What?’ then he noted her eyes were actually on his five malt glasses.  He smiled and blushed.  She then moved on to the counter joining Sister Agatha.

	When Kassy Johansen sat at the table, she opened her young legs and gave Chris a panty shot.  Chris thought he’d leave more than gum on the underside of his table.  She didn’t give the panty shot on purpose, she was happy go lucky and flapping her legs back and forth.  Chris’ bone ached, he screwed up his face and yearned for her.
	Harold “yearned” for the girl’s mother… 
	Then in walked a mutual friend of Chris and Harold’s, Garret Herns.  He was a nice enough fella, a little awkward and dorky sometimes--he tried too hard to be friends and went overboard with his antics.  Which often left him out after all and so he was often depressed and alone.
	He was alone currently.
	He got himself a malt and slumped into a booth.
	The boy actually mostly kept to himself, Harold had heard that the boy’s father was rough with him and his mother could care less about him.  He had had an older brother but had died and it had devastating effects on the rest of the family.  No sisters.  He lived aways from everyone else, too; and the family was not on “easy” street financially.  So consequently Garret didn’t attend a lot of social events, student sponsored or school sponsored.  He wasn’t athletic although he was tall enough for basketball.
	All he needed was a friend.  Just one.  But maybe two would do…
	Chris sloshed his way over to the boy and plopped down.  He offered a slight smile.  The boy was elated at the company, worried a little, too.  No one ever came to sit with him.  No one.  He was a dirty blond youth, rich full hair, though, down to his shoulders in some ‘70s era styling.  Chris’ own hair was becoming something, he had enough in the back to begin formulating a pony tail.  His cheeks were becoming more pronounced, his jaw lengthening.  He was buff, rigid, rugged.  
	Harold grabbed up space on the other side of the table and smiled at Garret.  “What’s happening!?” he said cheerfully.  Have you met Harold the Tactless?
	Garret shrugged and picked at the blue diamond Formica table.
	“Hot fucking day, aint, it?” Harold continued with small talk.
	“Yeah.” Garret replied so-so.  His eyes fell upon the backside of the fidgety Subject Kassey Johansen.  He bit his lip and caught himself looking and then looked away.
	The door to the shoppe opened and in waltzed a mother/daughter team, a one Ilene Foyt with teenage daughter Lee Anne.  Chris already knew that Garret had a thing for Lee Anne.  They were not an item but Lee Anne had gone out with him on those couple of social school events Garret did attend.  They were casual friends and she didn’t think he had the plague.
	Chris guess already that Garret was a virgin.  He might not be, but Chris didn’t think he had scored yet, especially not with Lee Anne.  She was--not so unlike other girls, short cropped reddish brown hair, a roundish face save for the dimple chin.  A flat face, too.  Green eyes.  She was well postured (stood up straight) and had a nice rack, with a matching ass.
	Chris guessed Lee Anne was a virgin, too.
	Of course, that was just a guess.  There was always one way to find out…

                                                 *****

Fast Forward
	Two Weeks Later; the subject of School was still an iffy sort of thing, school WAS in session, but it was bad timing on the school boards part, summer was the time many students worked--the family farms and ranches.  So school was voluntary.  It was met with some limited successes.  Having nothing better to do, Garret Herns went to school.  His family was not into farming or ranching or anything, so spending 6-8 hours away from home was just the thing…
	Chris and Harold, however, had work to do.  They were joined by Brandy (who sometimes brought along her little sister, Karen, to play with Suzie.)  A bus now went to and fro from Cartersville to Olde Town Cartersville.  A rinky dink open air tram bus.  Brandy (and Karen) came in that.
	Garret also came over and helped out with the orchard work.  Chris noted that the boy lacked any self-confidence at all.  He was unsure of himself but willing.  He wasn’t mechanically inclined, not in the least.  He was inept and cutting a straight line with a saw, had no concept of all those extra lines on a tape measure, and wasn’t so inclined to know the difference between a peach and a nectarine.
	Nectarines can be used in the same way as peaches, and may be considered as substitutes for peaches. Genetically, the only difference between peaches and nectarines is the lack of fuzz on the nectarine skin. Usually, nectarines are smaller than peaches and have more red color on the surface, and more aroma.
	But Chris’ dad, Carl, minded Chris and Harold not to put Garret down for it, many adults didn’t know the differences either.  The boy needed a friend.  Chris and Harold became the friend.
	When Brandy and Karen came to visit--work took a slight breather while the boys, and Carl, took pleasures.  There were “pleasures” at the house as well as at the quarry and more suitable at the creek pond.  Brandy still had major issues with her step-father but she was keeping it to herself.  She had slight issues with Karen being buggered and fucked by Chris, Harold, and Carl.  But Karen was also being nailed by some close friends of Brandy, almost on a repeated daily basis.
	Brandy had made the offhand comment that she kinda sorta wished she could stay--at the Mitchell house.  She loved her mother, but her mother was becoming a bitch.  She (the mother) was unaware of Chris and Harold or where they lived.  And Chris knew that secretly he could “fix” the bitchy mother if need be, for Brandy’s sake.  He hoped.
	Chris could handle Brandy moving in.  He could handle little Karen, too.  Carl was aware of the girl’s plight and would leave it up to her, if she needed to hide out a spell it was okay by him.  (naturally he just loved boning the girl, and humping on little Karen, too.)  but the two moving in, or just Brandy herself, would sorta kinda complicate things--Brandy would have to keep to the ranch, no more going into town--her parents would be looking for her, would have alerted the police, the school, everyone she knew.  She wasn’t too willing to go that far.  Not yet.
	Garret Herns.
	During the time Garret came to work with the boys, it was learned that he WAS a virgin.  Chris found out by general talk, and by peeking into the boy’s mind for confirmation.  Chris also saw the boy being beaten by his father.  Garret and Harold had something in common.
	There was another commonality, shared by all three--the desire to fuck.  When after a long day out in the peach orchard repair some equipment and taking a breather, Chris and Harold thunk up the quarry pit.  
	“Quarry pit?” Garret asked.
	Chris smiled.  He and Harold had been there a few days ago with Carl and Brandy.  It was worth another visit.
	The boys all scurried along on their ranch equipped all-terrain vehicles to the quarry whereupon Chris and Harold readily shucked their clothes and dove in.
	Garret was a little apprehensive and took his time.
	Chris and Harold were tan, very tan, all over (and even between their crack and toes!)  Garret was--white.  Not lily white, but he hadn’t been naked in the sun much. 
	“Come on in!” shouted Chris and Harold.
	Timidly Garret eased into the water, there was no “bottom” to touch, not unless you had 100 foot long legs.  All around the circumference of the quarry pit were the broken pieces of cement, boulders, construction site debris of this and that.  Garret didn’t swim out too far to the deep area, he wasn’t that good of a swimmer, either.
	After some time of swimming the boys ambled out and basked on some slabs of concrete to dry off.  Garret set up.  After some more time, Chris and Harold entered into whacking.  Garret sitting close at hand was ware.  Chris still laying out humped his organ until it was a standing mast, legs wide apart, totally accepting the glorious rays of the sun.
	Harold did likewise but soon sat up to flog his dog.
	Chris so noted Garret very lightly encircling his schlong and tugging on it.
	“H-have you seen a girl--y’know, n-naked?” Garret nervously asked.
	There were scoffs from both the sun worshipers, head nods and jeers, “Yeah, kinda!” blurted Harold the Tactless.  “Haven’t you?”
	Garret hung his head continuing to toy with his limp dick between his legs.  Harold looked to Chris, Chris shrugged.
	‘We need to get this boy laid.’ Chris whispered to Harold.
	Harold nodded, ‘And I know the bitch who can do it!’
	Brandy wasn’t in the mood to “perform” favors.  So the Prospect Subject List was called into play.  It was a long list.  Practically anybody could be on it.  But Chris knew who Garret desired to shag.
	Lightly the boys shared the intricate anatomy of a naked girl, the subject of panties, styles of positions, positions of style, endurance, and good ole blow jobs.
	The naughty talk helped, Garret got a stiffy.
	He then was privy to watching Harold grip Chris’ tool and massage him.  The boys stood and hand jobbed one another, then began caressing one another’s ass.  They soon pressed one another’s bodies together, all the while under the watchful eye of their newest mate, Garret.
	Garret had a boner going, a strong one.  Lightly he humped it.  He stepped a little closer and when he did Harold reached out and caressed the teen’s ass.  Chris reached for and grabbed the teen’s willy.  Garret appeared apprehensive, but didn’t tense up or anything--and allowed his willy to be gripped.
	Soon all three naked naughty lads were circle jerking one another’s pud, caressing ass and becoming more and more and more and more stimulated--aroused.
	It was Chris who went to his knees, sized up Garret’s schlong, and then engulfed it into his mouth.  Garret was seriously taken aback, gulped, broke out into an even more sweat than their sweaty bodies all ready were.
	Soon young Garret began to buck, fucking Chris’ sucking mouth.  Harold continued caressing Garret’s ass and fucking up the side of Chris’ head.  (a threesome!)  
	Harold’s bone was at the critical stage, he moved down his friend’s well tanned physique and humped his ass a bit before spreading the cheeks and making entrance.  Garret was even more shocked--even more when he began to unload a wad of hot jiz into new found friend Chris Mitchell’s mouth!
	Chris drained the boy, fondled and sucked on his sweaty musty testicles, sucked on the flaccid shaft then turned the boy around and positioned him on his knees, then to all fours.  Chris then did apply his tongue to Garret’s back rim, then inserted his finger before applying his rock hard ready-to-cum cock.

	Garret’s asshole was a might--tight.  He was a virgin thru and true.
	Chris liked it, deflowering virgin holes was good, it helped quell the undying sensations of the over sensitized glans of his cockhead.
	For Garret, there was no way he was going to slurp schlong after bing freshly pulled out of an asshole.  No way.  The boys rested after their initial ordeal and then took one more soaking dip in the quarry before heading home.
	Garret was privy to learn that Chris (and Harold) shagged Suzie. 
	“If I would have had a sister I probably would have, too.” 
	“All brothers bone their sisters.” Chris stated.
	“No matter what age.” Harold added.
	Once home Garret had a hard time being around Suzie, she was cute, damn cute, and growing up nicely.  He was in a hard way, a very hard way.  He had dinner with the family then reluctantly had to go home.  Carl Mitchell took the boy home, Chris and Harold fucked Suzie…

	The following day…
	The Mitchell family was in town on business.  Thereafter encountering Garret the boys opted to hang with him rather than going back home.  It was no problem with Carl and the boys quickly made themselves scarce.
	Garret had initially been planning on asking his so-so girlfriend Lee Anne Foyt out for a trip to the movies or miniature golf.  (he was warm for her form.)  For his “helping” at the Mitchell orchard, Carl Mitchell had paid Garret a few dollars.  It was his own money and the boy was lambasted by the deed.
	The thought was to woo Lee Anne with his fortune (twenty bucks, some fortune!)  Chris had other plans.
	A lame excuse Chris and Harold made, mostly they didn’t want to intrude on Garret’s cause.  The boy seemed somewhat certain for sure that he would be able to take Lee Anne out.  It WAS a Saturday.
	As soon as the lad was turned about after saying his goodbyes and thanks, Chris zapped him.  Just enough to render the mind into accepting Chris & Harold as “not there.”
	Garret made a bee line to Lee Anne’s house, a good three block walk with one over and into a cul-de-sac.  There was a fenced in yard at 526 Belvedre Dr., for good reason:  a big ass black/brown Rottweiller occupied space therein.
	There was a safe passage, however, to the front doorsteps that were to one side of the two-car garage.  Lee Anne opened the door.  A marvelous girl, bright short shorts, a simple non-matching top.  She greeted Garret with a smile.  Chris “flashed” her, he flashed the dog, too.
	Surprisingly the dog complied and chilled out.  He had been barking his silly brains out.  After being “flashed” he whimpered, whined, pissed on the roses lining the fence and then went to dig a hole on the other side of the yard.
	Inside the modest home of an oilfield worker the mother and brother of Lee Anne were present, sitting at a small card table against a kitchen wall playing cards.  The house smelled of something yummy in the oven--Lee Anne was baking a cake.
	She couldn’t go “out”, she had housework-chores to do.  But Garret was invited to stay just the same.  He was cool with that.  Chris “flashed” the mom and brother, then followed Garret and Lee Anne as they had ducked into a den across from the kitchen.
	Lee Anne looked good.  Not DAMN good, but okay.  She had tits, pussy, and ass.  Cant go wrong with that.  Garret already had “wood” due to the girl’s short shorts, yellow knit short.  
	They sat on the floor in the carpeted den, just askew from the kitchen.
	They firstly just chatted bullshit small talk before Lee Anne, waiting on her cake to bake, pulled out from a night stand a game of cards and dice.  Chris rolled his eyes, Harold hauled out his cock and whacked it.
	Lee Anne sat with folded legs, from Chris’ view he could just see a hint of panty at the crotch.  She had a nice crotch, too.  Lee Anne had three brothers, two older and one younger.  He wondered if she had had sex with them--or not.  Not ALL brothers had sex with their sisters…
	But maybe…
	To Garret’s surprise--and delight--so-so girlfriend Lee Anne slipped her fingers to pull one side of her yellow knit shorts to one side, giving ample viewing of her panty clad crotch.
	Garret gulped and his cock was very nearly ready to bust out all over.
	Luckily he was able to maintain.
	Deftly Lee Anne pulled at the crotch of her panties to expose a hairy little cunt.  Not a grand view, but enough to send poor Garret into a tizzy.  He was in agony--sheer agony.  
	Slowly the girl rose, she had a grin on her face, a flash in her eyes.  She was blushing some, too.  She moved out of the room and down the hall.  Garret needed know goading he nearly stumbled as he followed.
	Lee Anne was part way down the hall, she tugged her yellow shorts down to expose her panty clad ass.  Garret DID stumble, he nearly was incapable of breathing.  Lee Anne tugged her panties down to expose bare ass flesh before turning into her bedroom.
	Lee Anne’s room was--70s style, red velvet drapes, green and red shag carpet, odd disco paintings, disco lights, and so on.  A fish tank on a desk.  Her twin bed was pushed up against the wall-window. 
	Lee Anne stepped up to her bed then lowered her shorts and panties, laying across her bed.  Garret was speechless and rooted to the floor.
	‘Take your pants off, stupid!’ Chris had to urge.
	Slowly there was compliance.   

	He stared longingly at the nakedness before him.  Imagination he had, health books he had, visions he had from the boys’ bathroom and girls prancing about in their skimpy swimsuits.  But boldly put before him, no, Garret Herns had never seen a naked girl.
	He caressed the girl’s ass, parted the cheeks and closely examined her asshole and furry snatch.  Pre-cum soiled the tip of his manhood, he trembled all over before saddling up against the girl and pressing his cock into her.
	Garret was on his own, he was doing fine.  Chris and Harold sashayed into the kitchen.  They were still “invisible” to sight, the mother and son played cards, the mother not in the least worried about her daughter and visiting friend--she was going to get up and check on them in a few moments, just as soon as she skunked her son in Gin.
	Chris let hand play to completion, but when she rose to go check the status of her offspring, Chris stopped her.  Son Number Two, James, rose as well.  Chris smiled as he discovered hidden truths:  he (along with his two brothers) were fucking Lee Anne.  Not on a regular basis, but occasionally.  She sucked cock and took it up the ass.  Most occasions the boys wore condoms.  Most occasions.
	No one knew.  
	Chris made with the magic and James stripped down to his Birthday Suit.  Had he any desires to ball his mom?  The boy was not very rugged, he was 18 years, very hairy tezzies, a broad chest, 3.0 GPA, had been banging sister Lee Anne since she was merely five years old--that was getting her to suck his cock and play with his balls and whack him off.  Richard, the oldest brother, was into the same with her, he was in the Navy and no longer able to enjoy the girlie sibling.
	Had he any desires to ball his mom?
	Yeppers, that’s a roger.
	The mother, Janice, stripped off her clothes.  Chris had a time unraveling the truths in her--she had a mild fantasy about being boned by more than one man--none of which were related to her.   She had had a sexual fling with a girlfriend in college, but that was some time ago.
	She had no desires sexually for daughter Lee Anne.
	That was going to change.  ;-)

	Lee Anne rocked on the bed, clinging to the covers while horn doggie so-so boyfriend Garret plowed her well fucked love canyon.  She was so-so tight enough and Garret having never humped a hole was none the wiser.
	Harold found some beer in the fridge and helped himself, Chris had a brew and set about dinking with the family’s minds.  An enduring thing to.  And during which he found a lovely scene no one in the family or else wise knew about--Lee Anne had a thing going on with the family bruiser, the Rott out in the front yard, Satan.

                                                   ****

Making Friends Friendly
	After a great deal of dinking here and dinking there--it was all about taking a break, the wows of the Pen Flasher weighed heavy on Chris’ mind and he had to take a break.  (funny, Harold never once wanted to take over.)
	Naturally Chris and Harold took their turns with dog-sister slut Lee Anne.  They banged off a round in the mother, too.  Naturally.  Garret seemed very pleased, he had no desire to screw the mother, he was obsessed with Lee Anne.
	But there were a few girls at their school whom they all mutually wanted to fuck.  Chris would get back with him on that.
	Three days of staying at home, occasionally sinking a bone into sister Suzie, but mostly relaxing, working, and such as that, giving the ole weener a break.  Thereafter…
	
	The prospect of returning to school (finally) was gloomy thought.  But, the chance and opportunity to prevail upon the masses was a cheery thought.  For Harold, though, school was a no-go, he was still on the run from his parents--although no one was actually looking for him.
	To enjoy the last few days of freedom the boys once more hit their haunts.  Harold once more wanting to investigate the ole creepy Munster Manor place.  Chris once more saying, “Go ahead, I’ll be right here when you get back.  IF you get back…”
	They arrived at the parking lot of the supermarket in Cartersville.
	Chris still had mild heebie-jeebies about the place, the bookstore across the street.  It had been a powerful dream, and a lasting one.  Harold nudged him in the side, “I see a friend.” he whispered.
	Chris looked.  Yeppers, sho’nuff, there was someone they knew, doing the marketing for his lovely-lovely family.  He was alone.  He still looked out of place despite his several weeks of country living.  He hadn’t adjusted yet from City life to Country life.
	Danny Ganamon.
	The boys observed him, slyly and cautiously.
	It was so observed by doing this, that Danny G seemed to have an affinity for slyly and cautiously checking out the young.  Boys or girls, it didn’t matter.  After slyly and cautiously zapping Danny so as he would not “see” Chris or Harold, it was so learned that Danny G had a boner, a hard on to beat the band (drum).  And it mattered not if his erection was from the sight of little girls or little boys.
	Hmmmmmmmmmm
	‘Think we oughta--help him out?’ Harold chided.
	Chris smiled.

	There were several ways to go about it, being really sneaky, really-really sneaky, dirty rotten sneaky, stealthy, or sneaky.  It was then that little girl about five “flashed” everyone in the parking lot.  She wore a little dress and was giddy and flipped the dress up revealing the fine fact that she bore no undies!
	Her distraught haggard mother grabbed her quickly and hustled her into the family wagon with the other small brood.  Mr. Daddy Danny nearly lost it, he sat in his van, Chris knew what he was doing.
	Moments later and Danny re-emerged from his family van, his zipper unzipped but he was oblivious to it.  He had groceries he was filing into the cargo area, eyes still darting about at the various subjects in the lot; and the little girl who had flashed everyone was still present; her mother’s car refusing to start--it was flooded.
	Danny focused his attention on the distraught car and it seemed as if though he was about to go lend a hand when the Subject car fired to a smokey grumbling life.  
	No worries, there were other Possible Subjects.
	Chris approached Daddy Danny as he methodically tossed bags of groceries into the van, eyes watching as the late model station wagon left the parking lot.
	“Nice, huh?” Chris blurted out.
	Danny Ganamon was startled and didn’t grasp the intruder’s gist.
	Chris smiled and rubbed the heel of his hand against his own erection, licking his lips and eyeing the car.  
	“Too bad they got away.” Harold added.
	Danny blinked his eyes and stared at the two boys.
	“She coulda been fun!” announced Chris.
	Danny stared in disbelief.
	“Don’t worry,” said Chris, “we’re cool.”
	“Just horny.” added Harold.
	Danny was speechless.
	Chris helped with the loading up of the remaining groceries.
	Harold looked out for more Possible Subjects.
	Danny was still speechless.

	Still Speechless Danny was even more speechless--with the presence of seven year old Carol Anne.  Carol Anne was a cutey blond, powder blue ribbons in her pig tails that dangled off the side of her puddin’ head, powder blue/turquoise short-short kiddie short with a blue/white sleeveless top.  She was cute and all of seven.
	She had strayed from her mother who was ALSO haggard with the grunge of shopping and keeping in check two young rowdy twin five year old boys.  A teenage girl and a preteen boy argued and made a big fuss.  
	Chris, Harold, and Danny all took a nice long look at the wandering child, all three licked their lips and gouged themselves with lust.  
	“Would she be neat to have in your van?” Chris asked off the cuff.
	Danny looked to him--still speechless.  He gave the boy an “are you crazy?” look.
	“Chill, pops,” sparked Harold, “we’ve got methods.”
	Danny looked to him with more astounding awed looks of awe.
	Danny’s looks were still in awe as in mere minutes they had indeed absconded away with the little girl, Carol Anne.  It wasn’t clear to what he was more perplexed it; the boys, the kidnapping of the little girl, or what!
	After securing the little waif they slowly left the lot and made their way just a few blocks away and pulled into an alleyway then parked under some trees behind some so-so business buildings.
	To Danny it was explained about the Flash Pen.
	“It numbs the mind.” Chris said, basically.  
	“It was a science project at school.” Harold amended.
	“Who knew it would actually work!?” chided Chris.
	But apparently it did--Carol Anne sat quietly in the middle seat flanked by her captors.  Danny turned off the engine, looked around and looked to the little girl.  Chris looked around the area of the van, it was vacant and safe enough.  He smiled and gripped the girl’s ankles and raised them.  Harold patted her darling little butt and eased her turquoise shorts up her legs.
	Kiddie panties she wore, a little pee stain, typical undies.
	Danny focused all his attention on the girl--specifically her crotch.
	Harold began rubbing his thumb into the girl’s crotch, Chris rubbed her legs and made faces of agony.  Harold fumbled his prong out and began tugging on it slowly.  Danny looked on in utter awe--no fuss at all from Carol Anne.
	Harold tugged the panties up, Chris pulled the girl’s shorts and undies on off then took one leg while buddy Harold took the other and spread the child’s legs wide open.
	Danny finally made some noise, he groaned.  Lustful groan, satisfying groan.  He pulled his own prong out of his pants and stroked it.  The boys thumbed Carol Anne’s poon.

	Chris soon had his jeans down, no underwear did he wear.  Harold was nude by then.  The middle seat had been let down and Carol Anne lay sprawled out for their combined delight.  The boys kissed on Carol Anne, tonguing her mouth, nipples, and poon.  Danny stroked his organ hard, stil perplexed about how it was all happening.
	Chris was finally nude and rolled the little girl onto her side.  His cock he humped against the child’s ass, his finger probing her asshole.  He Didn’t Q&A her, she was a virgin, she was cute, he was horny.
	Harold re-positioned the girl, placing her mouth about Danny’s bulbous knob.  Chris began reaming out her anal tunnel, Harold caressing her ass and body as a whole, leaning against her to hump her all over. 
	Danny humped into the child’s mouth, just the head she could take.  His eyes fluttered and he shot a bit of cum.  Chris was poking into the girl’s anus.  Harold humped along the side of the girl, gripping Chris’ ass, his balls, and all.
	Danny popped out of the girl’s mouth, his cum shooting schlong remained stiff and he began a hump fest on the unemotional child’s face.  Chris was humping madly into the girl’s ass.  Danny sat back on his haunches and stroked himself, Chris sat back with his cock still up into Carol Anne’s asshole.  Harold brought his aching purple monster against the lovely poon awaiting him.  He tongued it, fingered it, massaged the meat of the pussy before beginning a serious poke fest with his cock.
	Chris pulled out so as not to harm (further harm) came to the child.
	Harold made entry, it wasn’t easy but he humped, languished, and forced the head of his cock inward.  No full vaginal penetration, but just the head.  He often brought his prong out and humped the slit before finally unloading his love cream.

	That was one.  There were more.  Carol Anne was dinked with in the mind some then put out in an alley behind some lowlife businesses in town, thereafter the group went on to troll for more.
	Next up was Jenny Fikke.  A nice girl, she was seen on the middle school campus.  A nice girl, honey blond, dazzling eyes, soft features, great ass, well built for fourteen.  She wore a short blue knit pleated skirt and as she crossed a street entrance alley -- it was the last thing she remembered.
	Lovely snug fitting red panties w/lace.
	Typical white bra.
	Virgin.
	Chris picked her mind; she masturbated occasionally, kissed her boyfriend, was aware of her boyfriend having a “bulge” in his jeans, knew how boy whacked themselves, lightly-lightly molested little boys under her care during babysitting.  It was deemed innocent enough and not actually molesting, she was curious and the wee lads were naïve of her actions.
	She was a horny girl, but feared getting knocked up or some lame disease.  She wasn’t ready to have sex, but was curious about it just the same.
	Slowly one piece at a time of her clothing was removed, her legs up so as to give the onlookers a wondrous viewing of her crotch area.  Danny was still awed at how the whole ordeal went down.  When Jenny was totally nude, he cared less about the How and delved into the girl, succumbing to his wills and wicked whims.
	He firstly noshed on the girl; Chris and Harold stripped out of their clothes and happily wanked; Harold taking a hand of the girl to his wanger and having her do the work for him, cup his balls and diddle his asshole.  Danny just got harder and harder and soon couldn’t hold back.
	He gave his tongue a rest and laid his cock to her furry young snatch and began humping.  In minutes he was in her.   Chris slipped up and slipped in his cock into the girl’s mouth having her suck.  Though she was afraid to let cock into her pussy, she would consider taking cock into her mouth--just so long as he didn’t cum.  
	Well--
	Chris was worked up into a lather and Harold was likewise.  Danny power fucked the young teen for several minutes, achieving multiple orgasms before his arms went weak.  His cock, amazingly enough, remained quite stiff, jutting juices all the while outside the girl’s bloodied cunt.
	Chris had fired off a nice delicious round of hot spunk into the girl’s mouth; Harold emptied his tool grease directly onto the girl’s face.  Danny laid on his side then on his back staring up to the ceiling of the van.  Cum still spurted from his cock.  He made no sounds and was swathed in a sheen layer of sex sweat.
	It would be several minutes before Chris’ cock was capable of cumming again.  He wiped the girl’s pussy using her own panties, then with the help of best buddy Harold rolled the girl over and hefted her hips/ass up.  Chris diddled her funk hole, fingered it, then filled it with his love organ.
	Danny watched.
	Harold’s cock wouldn’t get hard.  He agonized over it, tried humping the girl’s side, tried going into her mouth, fondling her titties, caressing Chris’ ass, Jenny’s ass, his own ass.  But the mighty squirter refused.
	Chris plowed into the equally virgin poop chute, the sensation--yea the feeling was incredible.  Every inch of penetration was sensational.  His cock was stretched, his balls flapped and flopped and it was glorious!
	He finally managed to strain to the max and his own squirter began jutting once more love cream into a deep dark recess.  Harold had repositioned himself to sit before Jenny with his flaccid member in the girl’s mouth.
	Danny caressed Chris’ ass, reached for (and grabbed) his dangling sweaty balls.  Chris was “powering down.”  His cock finally plopped out of Jenny’s pooper.  The head tingled exponentionally as it cleared the tight sphincter.  It caused the boy to nearly faint.
	He lay out beside the girl, fondling her breasts and diddling her cum laden cunt.  Harold dramatically whacked his prong, getting pissed off ‘cause it wasn’t hardening up.  He finally had the girl suck his musty balls and with what mind strength Chris had left had Jenny tongue Harold’s anus.
	Danny was impressed.

	Out behind the Cartersville High School football field in the remote area Jenny was put out, naked and well fucked, drenched in cum and urine.  Just to stir shit up, Chris implanted into the girls mind that one Mexican and one African-American had done the devilish deed, teenage boys.
	Not like there wasn’t enough shit going on now to include racist bullshit; invaders from the neighboring City--there weren’t a lot of Mexicans or Blacks in country town Cartersville so it would be deemed an ethnic invasion.
	After Jenny--Margret Choo, a Chinese girl.  She was a cutey at fifteen, but passed for twelve.  She was small, short, slender, and lovely--simply fucking lovely in school uniform clothing--though she attended public schooling w/o dress codes.
	None of the three bandits had cock strength so it was much ado about stripping the hapless zombiefied girl down, eating her sweet-sweet ultra virgin cunny out, finger fucking her into a frenzy, humping on her, peeing on her, spanking her deliriously, and finally having just enough cock strength to deflower her.
	After Margret, Joey Small.
	Joey Small?
	Yeppers, a boy.  A bright young naïve little fart Chris, Harold, and Danny all sought favor with.  Margret had just been freshly dumped in an alley to be later found by the local Keystone Cops.
	And just like the three girls prior, young Joey was zapped and frapped.  His clothes were removed one at a time, his ankles locked together in an upraised position so as everyone could gawk at his wares.  He was a lovely child, slightly tan here and there, and all of eight years.
	Chris sucked on him first, jamming his finger up the boys very virgin shit hole and devouring his cock and balls whole.  He was delicious!  Chris felt strange stirrings within him--mostly his loins.  He loved loving on a young girl, a hairy poon or a bald one--but a boy, a young boy--there was something unique (and tasty!)
	Harold got his turn, Chris had to sit back and fondle himself, his cock was somewhat hard, it was engorged just over sin-sitive and driving him crazy.
	Harold sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked.
	Chris admired his friend’s ass wriggling in the air as he knelt down taking his turn on Joey.  He wanted to fill Harold’s backdoor but his cock just couldn’t arise to the job.  
	Danny watched the whole action taking place, rubbed/caressed Harold’s wriggling ass and when Harold smacking his lips sat back for a breather, Danny went down on the boy and finger fucked him, too.
	He then did a little more, taking his massive adult daddy dong and filling Joey’s asshole.  Chris and Harold locked the boy’s legs down and watched as a very determined Danny slid his throbbing erection into the lad’s young hole.
	The boy was well enough loved on thereafter, fondled and caressed mostly.  After an hour he was dropped off, clothed, at a small park.  The narly trio then took a breather at a small café.
	A booth in the back and around a “L” section the group sat, to lounge and be left alone--’cept when the waitress came around.
	And Chris still feeling his oats, zapped the waitress, too.
	Mostly to continue to awe Danny.
	And Danny WAS awed.
	Chris paused the waitress and had her lift up her short-short burgundy skirt with one hand and lower her matching full brief undies with the other.  She had no idea whatsoever.  Danny couldn’t believe it.
	“A-and you can do this to anyone?”
	“Yep.”
	“A-and they wont know--afterwards?”
	“Yep-yep!”
	“Amazing.”
	Yep-yep!
	Chris knew what Danny was thinking.  (do you?)

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