{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\fnil\fcharset0 Times New Roman;}{\f1\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} {\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1503;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\qc\kerning28\f0\fs36 August Moone Sagas\par Book 5\par Absolution\par Chapter 6\par Dark Disturbances\par \pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\fs28\par \par Bedfellows\par \tab To say the least it was intriguing. Alligator clips were attached to six places. He had survived two previous electrical discharges, the equally wicked sister came to him with one more.\par \tab It was different than the others, it was a cylinder, a small six inch long prong, ridges were at the tip for three inches down, it was black and connected to the generator box on the table by the foot of the bed.\par \tab Wednesday eyed her brother, her brother on the bed adjusted himself, lifted his legs and \ldblquote presented\rdblquote his rectum. Wednesday easily \ldblquote inserted\rdblquote the makeshift dildo into her brother\rquote s anus, plunging the object to full insertion.\par \tab\ldblquote Comfy?\rdblquote she asked.\par \tab Pugsley grinned and his sister resecured his ankles.\par \tab There still was no sign of the wolf boy, Eddie.\par \tab Wednesday went to the portable generator and began to crank.\par \tab Pugsley withered a little on the bed, his penis seemingly increasing in size. Clips al la alligator type were attached to his testicles (x2), the tip of his growing penis, his nipples (x2), his tongue, and one al la dildo type up his butt.\par \tab He did seem to cringe as he could see the indicator dial reaching deep into the \ldblquote red zone\rdblquote on the generator. Wednesday continued to crank the unit, taking it to the maximum.\par \tab After fifty cranks and the generator unit was beginning to show signs of overload (smoking), Wednesday eyed her brother again--then flipped the switch releasing the stored energy.\par \tab Pugsley jolted on the bed he was secured to. He flittered about, electricity seething and teeming from the tiny hairs on his head to the grunge between his wriggling toes. His penis seemed to grow in length and girth, too!\par \tab Wednesday flipped the switch back to stop the flow of energy.\page\tab Pugsley smoldering. He wriggled some and saw that his sister was eyeing his prong. Their eyes met, electricity arched across his teeth, he smiled at his demure little sister, \ldblquote Comth onth, Sisth, tath ath ridth.\rdblquote he sputtered and spit, and drooled.\par \tab Wednesday scratched her butt and momentarily thunk it over.\par \tab Then, in one fluid motion pulled off her dress.\par \tab Her brother\rquote s eyes took her in. By his gazing upon her, Forrest ascertained that he (Pugsley) was seriously into his sibling; he enjoyed looking at her in the buff, he had never gotten to have her on his rod.\par \tab Down her young legs her purple panties went. She stepped out of them, she scratched at her butt again, then pushed the table closer to the bedside. She then got onto the bed, eyed her brother\rquote s beefsteak, then straddled him. Gingerly she guided his missile into her girl hood, alligator clip and all. The boy desperately seemed to want to be able to put his hands on her butt. (Forrest did, too.)\par \tab Forrest noted something amiss on the young girl\rquote s bum, a small red mark on the cleft of her darling little ass. He made a mental note of it (for later.)\par \tab Once every inch of her brother\rquote s cock was up into her poon, Wednesday reached over and flicked the switch.\par \par *\par \par Flashing Back (again)\par \tab The Wheel. After Pugsley's whipping at the Post, Wednesday\rquote s desire of torture was the Wheel. She walked over to a large wheel not unlike a large ship\lquote s wheel of the pirate variety.\par \tab\ldblquote Eddie, would you help me.\rdblquote\par \tab Pugsley and Eddie followed her. The small demure girl stepped up onto the foot supports set three feet apart at the bottom of the great wheel. Pugsley wrapped a leather band around her left ankle. Eddie likewise on the right ankle. She stretched out her arms, gripping a pair pegs that were set into the wheel. The boys strapped down her wrists.\par \tab Pugsley reached up and grasped a spoke the wheel and gave it a mighty pull. The wheel spun like a topsy-turvy merry-go-round.\par \tab\ldblquote Faster.\rdblquote Wednesday said. Pugsley pulled on the wheel again spinning it faster. Eddie watched, fascinated as the girl's body spun in front of him. She seemed to be flexing herself as she spun, but didn't seem to be in pain. Then Eddie noticed that her dress was starting to work up her legs.\page\tab The old style purple paisley dress rose up over knees, revealing her white thighs. Wednesday's dress continued to move up her body. It was almost as if it had a will of its own. Slowly as she spun faster and faster Wednesday\rquote s purple panties were revealed. They were tight against her body, revealing the gentle curves of her body, the split mound between her legs. Eddie was mesmerized. \par \tab The dress continued moving on up her body, settling into a mound under her arms. Her white belly quivered with excitement. Eddie involuntarily reached for his groin. The pressure therein was getting rather high. Pugsley glanced at him and grinned. \par \tab Pugsley suddenly pulled a lever behind the wheel bringing the great ship\rquote s wheel to a screeching halt. Wednesday wound up up-side down, her body revealing to Eddie's hungry eyes. \ldblquote Why'd you stop?\rdblquote Wednesday asked a little perturbed.\par \tab\ldblquote Our guest wanted a better look.\rdblquote Pugsley snickered. \par \tab Eddie stepped timidly closer. Pugsley reached out and gently touched his sister\rquote s young mound.\par \tab\ldblquote Never seen one before?\rdblquote Pugsley giggled. Eddie shrugged and shook his head. I\rquote ve got an older cousin, but she always keeps her door closed. I've tried, though.\rdblquote\par \tab Wednesday moaned, \ldblquote Ahem!\rdblquote\par \tab Pugsley chuckled and began stroking Wednesday's thigh. \par \tab Wednesday moaned. She fidgeted some and then began to look a little angry. \ldblquote I think you\rquote d better let me up.\rdblquote\par \tab Pugsley paid her no attention, except wit his hand. His hand moved down her thigh to the nexus of her legs. Taking hold of Eddie's hand, he got the boy to press his fingers against Wednesday's panty-covered mound. \par \tab\ldblquote Let me up!\rdblquote Wednesday was almost pleading, but actually demanding. \par \tab\ldblquote Hmmm,\rdblquote Pugsley rotated the wheel, mused another \ldblquote Hmmm.\rdblquote then smiled a wicked smile. He turned the wheel until his sister was once more on her head, her dress down, her daintiness exposed to the horndog boys.\par \tab\ldblquote Tell ya what, Sis,\rdblquote Pugsley said, \ldblquote I\rquote ll let you up--mmmm, if you do something for us.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote the girl asked.\par \tab Pugsley grinned and rubbed his erection inside his pants.\par \tab\ldblquote Oh.\rdblquote said the girl, \ldblquote Well, okay.\rdblquote she said not too enthused. But there WAS a wink exchanged between brother and sister.\page\tab The wheel was rotated again. When she was upright again the dress fell back down catching at her hips, hanging just over her crotch. Pugsley to unfastened her feet and wrists. \ldblquote Remember your promise.\rdblquote he chided.\par \tab Wednesday rubbed her wrists and looked a little pissed. Pugsley stepped back unfastening his short pants. Wednesday cocked her head at him. \ldblquote Shouldn't our guest go first?\rdblquote she asked. Pugsley glanced over at the blushing Eddie. \ldblquote I don't think he's ready yet.\rdblquote\par \tab Eddie, unsure of quite what was going on, shook his head.\par \tab Wednesday nodded and faced her pudgy brother.\par \tab Pugsley's pants went down around his feet. He kicked out of them, then pulled down his underwear. Eddie saw the boy\rquote s prong, it was hard and stood straight up, cocked off to one side. With the dim light atmosphere of the dungeon-playroom, any further details were nixed.\par \tab Wednesday addressed her brother\rquote s erection, eyeing it as it eyed her. She gripped Pugsley's bone and began to pump it slowly. \par \tab\ldblquote I can do it myself,\rdblquote Pugsley told Eddie. \ldblquote But she does it better. At least it feels better when she does it.\rdblquote\par \tab Wednesday picked up the stroking, gripping tighter and squeezing the skin down to the base. Pugsley\rquote s ass cheeks tightened and he began to sweat.\par \tab The girl paused a moment and looked up to her grinning brother.\par \tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t you DARE pee in me!\rdblquote she warned.\par \tab Pugsley chortled and grinned and blushed. He looked to the slightly befuddled Eddie. \ldblquote I did that once, she didn\rquote t like it!\rdblquote\par \tab Wednesday leaned forward then, placing her lips just on the tip end of her brother\rquote s cock. \ldblquote Oh! Suck it, Sis, suck it!\rdblquote the boy clenched his toes on the grisly manor floorboards. He clenched his fists and gently rocked his cock into his sister\rquote s mouth.\par \tab Wednesday slowly engulfed her brother\rquote s schlong, running her tongue about the super sensitive crown. The cock began to grow and heat up inside her mouth, she had also began to fondle her \ldblquote mound\rdblquote , working her fingers inside her panties to tease and satiate her fevered cunny.\par \tab Slowly Wednesday worked herself down on her brother\rquote s pud, lightly raking his sensitive skin with her teeth. Pugsley made noises aplenty, mostly unintelligible. Eddie standing nearby stroked himself, unaware that he had \ldblquote whipped\rdblquote out his cock. Suddenly, he became aware that Wednesday was stroking him, fondling his balls and \ldblquote prepping\rdblquote him.\page\par \tab Brother Pugsley fully had his schlong in Wednesday\rquote s mouth. The girl latched on tightly and dragged her teeth up the length of the shaft, ran her tongue about the crown, diddled the piss slit, then went back down. One hand busied their \ldblquote visitor\rquote s\rdblquote balls, the other her brother\rquote s furry nuggets.\par \tab A fire was burning out of control in her cunny. She held off and continued slurping on her brother.\par \tab A jut of cum began to spill into Wednesday\rquote s mouth. The boy moaned and was no longer in control. Wednesday caught the sperm in her little mouth. He spurted for several seconds. Afterwards his cock popped out of her mouth and humped her face. Wednesday worked the softening organ, flopping it and continuing to tease it until her brother stopped spurting and stepped back.\par \tab After he had stopped sperting, Pugsley backed away from her, breathless, until his back was against the whipping post. He sank to the floor moaning and groaning, flogging his dog.\par \tab On Wednesday\rquote s small roundish face there were small gobs of her brother\rquote s spunk. She flicked her tongue to the corners of her mouth and swallowed the rest. She then turned her attention to Eddie.\par \tab Eddie gulped. His pud was out, his balls surging. He HAD seen his live-in cousin not biologically connected to him in her underwear, he had heard her fart, and sometimes when she was in the bathroom she was moaning. He didn\rquote t know why and chalked it up to do with something terrible on the toilet.\par \tab Eddie blinked, blankly. He gulped and stood dumbly while Wednesday eyed him. He didn\rquote t really know what to expect despite standing watching as Puglsey had gotten sucked. And despite some of Pugsley\rquote s antics, he seemed to like it.\par \tab Wednesday faced the boy, there was almost a brief smile. Eddie looked into the girl\rquote s dark eyes, like pools of oil. His felt his cock stirring and was unaware that Wednesday was already playing with it. The boy was totally mesmerized, captivated even. He was totally unaware of what she was doing, only mildly attentive.\par \tab Wednesday held her poise and any outward signs of emotion and tugged continuously on the boy\rquote s stiffening prong. Slowly she knelt down and once more eyed a one-eyed demon. Again she almost smiled. It was a bit smaller than her brother\rquote s, but that was okay. Lovingly she stroked it, tugging the skin to the base. His little nuggets were bare of hair, that was alright, too.\page\tab Slowly ever so slowly Wednesday tugged down the boy\rquote s short pants. They were almost velvet-like. He wore a jacket that was near velvet, too--it made the entire ensemble kinda dorky and an instant attention getter--the bad sort of attention.\par \tab An off-white shirt was underneath with a ridiculous bow-tie. It didn\rquote t bother Wednesday, though--she thought he looked rather cute/handsome.\par \tab Down came the short pants, followed by his boxers.\par \tab Pugsley continued flogging his dog, moaning and carrying on by the Post. His sister gave awesome blowjobs!\par \tab Wednesday continued undressing young Eddie until he was fully nude. She then returned her attention to the boy\rquote s prong. Like she had done unto Pugsley, her lips lightly pressed against the phallic, then gingerly her tongue rolled about the sensitive crown. Eddie\rquote s eyes bulged, his balls surged, his mouth hung open in awe. \ldblquote Holy shit!\rdblquote he blurted.\par \par \tab *\par \par \tab The electricity flowed and the two on the bed jostled around uncontrollably. Somehow Pugsley had gotten his hands out of the cords binding them to the bed post. His wrists were rubbed raw but he didn\rquote t seem to care, he clamped his hands to his sister\rquote s ass and held on tight. The two sibling lovers bucked and humped madly as electricity arched all over their nude bodies.\par \tab In less than two minutes, though, it was over.\par \tab\ldblquote Holy fucking ape shit!\rdblquote blurted Pugsley. \ldblquote That was fucking great!\rdblquote\par \tab There was no comment from his sister. She lay on him, clutching her fingers to his chest. Pugsley caressed her ass, his cock still embedded up into her pussy.\par \tab\ldblquote Fuck!\rdblquote exclaimed an unseen voice. Forrest couldn\rquote t see the wolf boy, but knew he was just out of sight; the door he was peeking through was only crack a bit.\par \tab\ldblquote We ought to do it again,\rdblquote said Pugsley, \ldblquote this time, though, you come on, too, stuff yerself into her butt hole!\rdblquote\par \tab Wednesday was so noted to gulp and raise eyebrows.\par \tab\ldblquote Are there extra clips?\rdblquote Wednesday asked in an almost shaky voice.\par \tab Pugsley grinned and told Eddie to look in his ditty bag.\page\tab Forrest stepped away. He didn\rquote t know what to think--much less do. Oh, he knew what he WANTED to do, to join in! Of course! Just what had he gotten himself in to? How strange (or dangerous) were the three?\par \tab There were needs in him to be satisfied. Bathroom needs. In the hall bathroom on the toilet sat a slightly sleepy Becky. She was peeing. She had panties on (at her ankles) and a bathrobe. Nothing else. This didn\rquote t help Forrest\rquote s needs. (well, in a way it did\'85)\par \tab Stepping into the bathroom he faced the young girl and unfurled his mighty cock. He stroked it and pressed it against the girl\rquote s lovely young face. She was receptive, timid and shy, but not frightened or horrified. A bit of smegma anointed the head of his dick, he pressed it against the young girl\rquote s face and then to her lips--pushing himself into her.\par \tab Becky held firm on the seat of the toilet. She farted but had completed peeing. She was a little frightened but endured the invasion. Half the beefy schlong filled her mouth before she reached her hands up; one gripping the man\rquote s shaft the other clutching his testicles.\par \tab One urge was satisfied--to a point--stuffing his rod into a young girl\rquote s mouth. The other need quickly approached. He didn\rquote t want to sicken the child or cause her any internal discomfort--medically speaking. He withdrew his schlong and had the girl part her legs. His cock was still mightily stiff, he had to make adjustments to his stance as well as angle his cock down.\par \tab A hard steady stream of healthy urine erupted out of his piss slit, splashing mostly onto the girl\rquote s belly and tickling her furless cunt. The girl giggled, peed a little more herself, and farted.\par \tab Forrest reshuffled her mouth and fucked it until he relieved his other more pressing need.\par \par Still Flashing (back)\par \tab Wednesday sat back, her butt resting on her heels. Her tongue once more licking away cum. It wasn\rquote t a lot of cum (in her mouth), and it didn\rquote t taste all that different than her brother\rquote s. \par \tab Eddie gulped and was awash in sweat, he stared down to his cum squirter in total awe. \ldblquote It\rquote s never done THAT before!\rdblquote he almost wailed.\par \tab Wednesday held her grin to herself, clutched the boy\rquote s testicles, \ldblquote I can make it do all sorts of things!\rdblquote she said with an almost evil decree.\par \tab\ldblquote Hey, Sis,\rdblquote quipped Pugsley crawling over to the pair, \ldblquote think we can, uh, y\rquote know, do you?\rdblquote\page\tab Wednesday twisted her mouth in thought. Then, with a sigh, \ldblquote I suppose.\rdblquote she stood and hooked her thumbs to her panties and lowered them.\par \tab A small almost unheard moan of astonishment was uttered from young Eddie. Another from Pugsley just askew from Wednesday. She rubbed her bare butt, stretched, then contemplated the next move. Eddie licked his lips and couldn\rquote t tear his eyes from her hairless poon. \ldblquote Whoa.\rdblquote he said lowly.\par \tab Eddie\rquote s young pud that had just creamed off for the first time had slightly begun to go soft, then, upon Wednesday lowering her underwear--it quickly re-stiffened. His body tightened and he waited.\par \tab Wednesday cast her eyes to a small crate by an old tool table. Clearing some of the old tools from it she hoped onto the table and opened her legs, revealing her inviting cunt. She placed her feet on the edge of the table and lightly fingered herself. She bit her lower lip, gulped unknowingly and waited for the horndog boys.\par \tab Pugsley approached first, stroking his cum leaking bone, grinning foolishly and licking his lips hungrily. Wednesday opened her legs wider and Eddie stood to one side, watching as he strange new friend went to his knees and began licking Wednesday\rquote s pussy.\par \tab Eddie guessed it must of felt as good to a girl\rquote s private area as it did when the girl sucked a boy\rquote s wiener. He guessed but didn\rquote t know for sure. Pugsley licked, lapped, and drove his tongue into his sister\rquote s cunt, using his thumbs he pulled the \ldblquote lips\rdblquote apart and licked deep inside the girl. Wednesday clutched at the rough edge of the table, twisting and gyrating some as her brother\rquote s overly talented tongue drove her to ecstasy.\par \tab A strange stirring began to seethe over Eddie. He didn\rquote t pay it much attention at first, not until all too familiar feelings teemed within his soul, and his hair began to grow at his neck.\par \tab Pugsley continued noshing on his sister until she was in a fever pitch, she held off as long as she could before blurting out--\ldblquote FUCK ME!\rdblquote\par \tab Pugsley though desperately wanted to indeed fuck his sister, he held off--tormenting her was more to his pleasure. He jammed a thumb into her seldom fucked asshole and continued licking her juicy cunt.\par \tab Eddie\rquote s eyes went from sandy brown to piss yellow. His skin changed from smooth to something more like sandpaper. From toes to nose there was hair growing exponentially. His cock even changed shape.\par \tab\ldblquote Son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote he blurted aloud. \ldblquote Of all the rotten times!\rdblquote\par \tab Briefly Pugsley and Wednesday paused to look at their new friend.\page\par \tab Eddie looked in the bathroom mirror. \ldblquote Damn!\rdblquote he said kind of reluctantly, \ldblquote I forgot about the full moon.\rdblquote\par \tab Slowly as the dark clouds outside the odd mansion dispersed, Eddie watched himself in the mirror as his nose turned dark and lengthened. Fine dark hair formed on each side of the nose spreading quickly across his face. His hands, too were rapidly covering with fur. \par \tab\ldblquote Soooooo,\ldblquote drawled Wednesday behind him, \ldblquote do you become a homicidal maniac.\ldblquote she sounded almost hopeful.\par \tab\ldblquote Naw, not supposed to happen until I\rquote m older.\rdblquote he scratched his balls and ran his hands along the \ldblquote tail\rdblquote that was sprouting from his tail bone.\par \tab\ldblquote I just mostly get on fences and yeowl, run amok and scare people. I like pissing on cars and doors, and people.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote So you need to go out?\rdblquote asked Wednesday.\par \tab Eddie was no longer capable of human speech, he wagged his tail and nodded his head. He was, at least, capable of understanding human speech.\par \tab\ldblquote Mind if we tag along?\rdblquote Pugsley inquired.\par \par *\par \par Bedfellows ARE strange!\par \tab Nancy stood at the door, she almost shocked if not dismayed; dripping from her young daughter\rquote s mouth was man cum. The spunk coated her cheeks, chin, and dripped onto her naked chest. The man who had spilled the spunk stood with an outstretched arm bracing to the back wall of the toilet still jerking his prong.\par \tab He groaned and moaned, striving to shoot out every bit of his spunk as possible. Little Becky sat on the toilet, her tender ass getting sore from the prolonged sit. The taste of the spunk matter was not to her liking, but she dealt with it just the same.\par \tab Finally, the Invader was through. He selected a washcloth and helped himself to clean and revitalize his prick. Becky wiped her pussy and stood, stepping out of her panties. The Invader turned to her, his cock limping out. With the same wash cloth he cleaned off her face and chest, then diddled his fingers to her hairless poon.\par \tab Nancy, the mother, seemed riveted to the floor unsure as to what to do. The Invader\rquote s cock somehow restiffened and pressed against the young girl\rquote s backside. Deeply he wanted to thrust into her, but he somehow managed to hold off.\par \tab Breakfast was ready anyhow. Forrest went down to the end bedroom, knocked politely on the door and then opened it. All three children therein were on the bed, Eddie on top of the back of Wednesday, his \ldblquote dog\rdblquote dick in her asshole. He had just creamed. Pugsley had done likewise.\par \tab\ldblquote Breakfast.\rdblquote Forrest said. He massaged his cock, very much so did he want to stuff Wednesday. Eddie and Pugsley would be good, too. He watched the kids clamor off of the bed, untying Pugsley\rquote s ankles. Forrest\rquote s eyes remained steadfastly on the lovely decorous Wednesday. She had a lovely poon, a lovely bald poon.\par \tab His mind slipped a cog and briefly returned to the New Digs; Noah and the others, Jane and the young girls with equally bald poons. Suddenly he was brought back to reality (reality? What a concept!) Naked little Wednesday was before him, stroking his penis.\par \tab He looked down to her, her fingers wrapped about his prong lightly, working the skin back and forth. He didn\rquote t move. Pugsley and Eddie dressed, Pugsley all grins as he watched his sister. Slowly the girl placed her lips to Forrest\rquote s bald tip, licking the piss slit--running her tongue about the head. His cock pulsed and slid effortlessly into the young girl\rquote s mouth. \par \tab He tried to keep his personal sounds to himself but they slipped out just the same--pleasing sexual relief sounds. Nearly did all of his prong ease into the girl\rquote s mouth, she slobbered all over the prong, worked it and fondled his balls until yet again a great gob of gusher cum was expelled.\par \par \tab Becky usually spent the days (when not in school) at a friends, her mother worked. It was clear that Nancy was in a quandary as to what to do, to leave Becky in the Invader\rquote s \ldblquote hands\rdblquote or what? She knew for sure that Becky would probably be raped.\par \tab\ldblquote Please,\rdblquote Nancy almost begged--if not pleaded, \ldblquote just don\rquote t hurt her.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Dear lady,\rdblquote Forrest cooed to her, \ldblquote fear not for I shall not.\rdblquote\par \tab It was hokey but the best he could do to reassure the confused almost distraught woman. She could easily summon the police or whatever, or simple take the girl with her, many parents were doing just that.\par \tab With a heavy sigh, the woman/mother left.\par \tab Becky was a little unsure of the situation, too.\par \tab Forrest was likewise. Could he trust the young girl if she wanted to go over to said friend\rquote s, if young friends wanted to come to the house? There were consequences/inconveniences to such arrangements. It was still early in the morn, though. They cleaned up the kitchen, then\'85\page Yet Another Flashback\'85\par \tab Fencing. It was a thing cats were usually privy to, but the call of the moon put young werewolves to the task, as well. Baying, howling, yowling, pissing and farting. Mostly the yowling and pissing part\'85\par \tab Dark clouds flittered about the full moon, it caused a great stirring in the shape shifting boy, he languished mostly between human form and wolf, and most times somewhere in between.\par \tab With an impending storm flirting about the town\rquote s people mostly shied away from traipsing out of doors. Kind of a let down, the trio wanted to make \ldblquote encounters.\rdblquote\par \tab They stayed out all the nite, Eddie shape shifting every so often from one form or another. Pugsley and Wednesday wishing that they had the narly ability to change to something, Puglsey wanted to be a bat, or a snake--a really BIG snake--or bat. Wednesday kept her notion of what she would like to be to herself, but something like a werewolf, too; but bigger--much-much bigger. (and nastier!)\par \tab Shortly before daybreak, Eddie returned to human form. He was also naked, having left his clothing back at the house. The area of town they were in was populated by late sleepers. Small quaint quintessential American homes on large lots. Some homes had brick fences, some wooden fences, some natural hedging. Lots of trees, most homes 2-story, well manicured lawns, quintessential Americana.\par \tab The kids kept to the alleys and stole along the overgrowth therein.\par \tab\ldblquote Can you change at will?\rdblquote inquired Wednesday. \par \tab\ldblquote Not yet,\rdblquote replied Eddie, \ldblquote it doesn\rquote t come along until I\rquote m older.\rdblquote\par \tab Suddenly, a little girl appeared in the alley. A red checkered dress two inches above the knees, no socks, brown hair in braids, red matching plastic ribbons, brown eyes, kinda cute, all of about seven years young.\par \tab Wednesday and Pugsley were clothed.\par \tab Eddie was not.\par \tab The little girl was startled.\par \tab Then stunned.\par \tab Pugsley grinned, chuckled, then (mis)guided the child into the overgrowth of ivy plants clinging to the brick wall making up the alleyway. There was plenty of room within whereas many kids of the area had made impromptu forts and hideaways and the like. Eddie stared at the little girl, somewhat curious as to why she wasn\rquote t fussing.\page\tab Pugsley went to his knees and eyed the girl for a moment then lifted her dress. He grinned big and lusted heavily. Eddie was shocked--until he looked to Wednesday. Wednesday had her eyes closed and there was a curious yellow \ldblquote aura\rdblquote about her face, a blue electrical arching to her fingertips along with a general \ldblquote humming\rdblquote coming from her as a whole.\par \tab Pugsley raised the little girl\rquote s dress with one hand and lowered her yellow cotton panties with the other. He smiled a heart\rquote s content then pulled the girl\rquote s dress completely off, tugging the panties to her ankles.\par \tab\ldblquote She\rquote s in a trance.\rdblquote said Pugsley, \ldblquote so\rquote s she!\rdblquote he grinned and gently laid the child \ldblquote in a trance\rdblquote down on her clothes, opening her legs. Eddie didn\rquote t know what to do, or think, or whatever. Pugsley went down on the child, licking her pussy and making \ldblquote yummy\rdblquote sounds.\par \tab\ldblquote Wanna taste?\rdblquote Pugsley asked sitting up smacking his lips. Eddie was nervous, a little confused, but mostly curious. He shrugged, looked to Wednesday and then scooted down do what Pugsley had done. Behind him Pugsley stroked himself, grinning foolishly and admiring Eddie\rquote s bum.\par \tab Eddie licked on the girl\rquote s pussy, he tried at first to make a comparison to Wednesday\rquote s pussy. Both were slick, there was a slight hint of \ldblquote pee\rdblquote , and that was about it. He licked only to lick. He could see the young cunt, and like Pugsley, pulled the mound lips open as much as he could dragging his tongue furiously all about. He took note of the child\rquote s anus, too.\par \tab His cock was mightily hard, mightily.\par \tab\ldblquote You wanna fuck her, you can.\rdblquote stated Wednesday suddenly to him.\par \tab Eddie stopped licking and sat up. He glanced down to his pecker, it was hard as ever. His eyes were huge and he desperately wanted to know what it was like to actually \ldblquote fuck.\rdblquote Getting a hummer was one thing, and that was great an\rquote all, but to actually sink his prick into a girl\rquote s cunny had to be spectacular.\par \tab He kinda sorta, though, wanted to sink his pud firstly into Wednesday. Seeing his reluctance Wednesday made some sort of contact with her brother who happily obliged and took Eddie\rquote s place. He wasn\rquote t rough with the nude child but did stick her and have his way.\par \tab Wednesday had to use more of her special abilities to keep the child under control. She had very little control over adults, if any at all. Only children or mindless dweebs. \par \tab Pugsley humped the young girl, bringing her legs up about his chest, his waist, stuffing her pussy full of his teen hood until he blasted forth a hot sticky viscous liquid. He was spent and rolled off to lean against the brick wall masturbating. \page\tab Eddie locked eyes on the naked child, she had been turned over and he seemed to be fascinated with her naked ass. Gingerly he laid his hands on the bare butt, he wiped off the dirt and leave debris, parted the cheeks and examined with eyes and fingers the girl\rquote s bung hole. Like her poon, it was virginal. He went down on it, licking it out and becoming more and more aroused.\par \tab\ldblquote You can put yourself in there.\rdblquote Wednesday stated.\par \tab Eddie gulped. He chewed his lip thoughtfully, tugged on his pud and straddled up to the girl\rquote s bum. Wednesday had enough troubles maintaining a mind-lock, Pugsley had to get involved, lifting the child\rquote s hips and splying the cheeks.\par \tab Eddie guided his fuck stick into the girl\rquote s bum, gliding it up and down her crack then taking stabs at her virgin anus before plunging inward. It was tight, super tight. It was a new unique sensation and he liked it. A lot.\par \par \tab In the next alley a ten year old girl was found, alone. White cotton undies with pink hem with the words \ldblquote angel\rdblquote plastered on the front. Eddie was in love--with sex. Pugsley got the girl nude and Eddie licked her poon and doinked his way into her bum.\par \tab Wednesday, though consumed with keeping a mind hold on the victim, was consumed with fingering herself, but not too much so as not to lose concentration.\par \tab Pugsley became more and more absorbed in watching new friend Eddie\rquote s ass bounce about as he licked pussy and fucked asshole.\par \par \tab At least they were getting older, in the next alley a pair of twelve year old girls smoking weed were easily subdued and scooted off into the ivy space. Sirens, though, could be heard racing to the scene of the first \ldblquote encounter.\rdblquote\par \tab Both preteen girls were jeans. Both were mildly \ldblquote high\rdblquote . One was a virgin, the other gave it up to an older brother as well as a younger one. Eddie still, though, held back from sticking his dick into the girls, he was holding out until he could fuck Wednesday. \par \tab Pugsley, however, wasn\rquote t holding back and easily doinked both girls, spanked them, showered them with his urine and delighted himself in suckling their young budding breasts.\par \tab Eddie licked their poons, took strong notice on how they (the poons) differed than the previous young bald/hairless poons. Although he didn\rquote t doink their poons, he did take pleasure in sodomy.\page\tab By noon they had returned to their humble mansion abode. Pugsley fled to the bathroom to bathe. Eddie needed a nap. Wednesday snagged some food from the kitchen, made a brief appearance to the astranged family members, then scampered back to her room. She found Eddie had curled up in her closet in a dark corner and was asleep. (he was also nude) Wednesday undressed and flopped onto her bed. She had a headache. She rubbed her ass, spanked it some, then dosed off to slumber land.\par \par *\par \par \tab He took note that there were no marks whatsoever on Pugsley\rquote s backside, nor where there any on Wednesday. The only \ldblquote mark\rdblquote was the small discomforting red mark on Wednesday\rquote s left buttock. A boil. Forrest found it rather amusing that as she lay naked across his lap and he proceeded to \ldblquote lance\rdblquote said boil, the girl flinched. She could take a jillion volts of electricity thru her body, spankings and whippings, but a small boil bothered her!\par \tab He just found it amusing.\par \tab Pugsley and Eddie stood at the doorway of the bathroom as the lancing commenced. Pugsley was merely intrigued, \ldblquote does it hurt?\rdblquote he wanted to know. He was a sadist, and more! Pug was more open about it, bringing torture in some manner or another. Wednesday was more subtle.\par \tab Afterwards, Eddie found need to sleep. The moon had been out full and he had been \ldblquote fencing\rdblquote , among other things. He curled up in the guest room closet and wasn\rquote t seen for hours. Pugsley busied himself with tinkering with some other gadgets in his ditty bag. Wednesday found herself strangely drawn to the strange man new in her life. He fretted about something personal and soon was off on his own, again.\par \tab He promised not to be gone long--well, we\rquote ve heard that one before\'85\par \par Finishing Touches of Flashing\par \tab Wednesday patted Eddie on the head. He licked her hand then nuzzled his muzzle to her butt. It made her giggle and she turned her butt more to him, and right into the crack of her butt he went! His hot doggie breath and flicking tongue sent extreme sexual shivers throughout her.\par \tab She stood up straight when hearing voices of adults coming up the steps. The bizarre foster parents who were something of distant relatives. She already had an instant dislike of them, and they her. \page\tab If it weren\rquote t for the money issue--a couple hundred bucks for each of Pugsley & Wednesday, the aunt/uncle wouldn\rquote t have bothered taking them in. There was an even creepier 3\super rd\nosupersub cousin in the house, he was seldom seen.\par \tab Quickly Wednesday ushered Eddie into her room. She herself braced against the threshold as the wobbly Uncle Morton staggered up the stairs and leaned against the rickety banister.\par \tab\ldblquote Thare you--are.\rdblquote he said in a haggered drunken voice. \ldblquote Jest whare in the fuck \rquote ave you\rquote ve been, young lady?\rdblquote his eyes were glazed, he reeked of booze, and he wavered in place.\par \tab Wednesday didn\rquote t answer him.\par \tab He eventually slumped to the floor and passed out. Wednesday didn\rquote t like him, he rubbed her wrong and rubbed her. On her very first day of arrival to the dumpy mansion of major disrepair he had slyly copped a feel of her butt. She let it go, for the moment. He was lustful and eyed her in a lustful manor.\par \tab Pugsley appeared from his door, his room being right at the top of the rickety dark stairs. He looked down to the passed out uncle, \ldblquote You want me should kick him down the stairs?\rdblquote\par \tab Wednesday considered it, popped her neck and then her fingers. \par \tab\ldblquote Nah, not right now.\rdblquote she backed into her room, shutting and locking the door.\par \tab Pugsley farted, whipped out his dick and urinated on the man. He then returned to his own room to do his own thing.\par \tab Wednesday made for her bed. A long ankle length nightgown was there, purple in color with no frills, no lace, faded paisley flowers and buttoned clear to the neck. She stood a moment with the garment in hand considering, then, \ldblquote Nah,\rdblquote she said, finally. The garment was tossed over the head board of her bed. In a fluidic motion off came her dress, she let it fall then kicked off her black dress shoes. Her socks came nextly and she stood.\par \tab Eddie sat by the great antique dresser licking himself, occasionally looking up to eye the disrobing girl, then lick his nuggets some more. It was a dog thing.\par \tab Wednesday rolled her panties (purple) down her legs and stepped out of them. Eddie was all attentive, tongue lolling, cock drooling.\par \tab The naked girl then crawled naked between the sheets. She patted the side of the bed. \ldblquote C'mon, boy.\rdblquote she said softly. \ldblquote You sleep up here.\rdblquote\page\tab Eddie leaped onto the bed and snuggled up against her. Wednesday stroked his head and neck. As she stroked his head with one hand, the other slid down her own body under the sheet. Eddie licked her face, his young doggie dick swelling. He parted his legs as best he could, his doggie tail flopping against the bed it canceled out the other \ldblquote sound\rdblquote that almost could be heard.\par \tab Wednesday\rquote s fingers slipped between her legs. Eddie looked up into her face, her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip in concentration--moaning softly.\par \tab On her chest he rested his muzzle, realizing that his chin was directly over one of her budding breasts, and the nipple was very hard. She stopped stroking his head, and pulled her hand under the sheet to join the other one. She raised her knees, pulling them apart under the sheet to allow access with both hands. The sheet rode down, and Eddie raised his head, allowing her pink buds to peek out. He paused a moment, then extended his tongue, stroking one peaked nipple. Wednesday moaned and felt a \ldblquote wetness\rdblquote betwixt her legs.\par \tab Eddie pushed his nose under the sheets. His heightened sense of smell revealed much; Wednesday was in a high state of arousal. She was almost oblivious to Eddie's movements as he crawled under the sheets around her legs and crouched between her feet. Even in the subdued light, his wolf- sight revealed everything to him. She had two fingers buried deep in her little hairless slit, the fingers on her other hand rolling her clit between them. \par \tab Her pace increased; Eddie watched interestedly until he could resist no longer. He nudged forward sliding his canine tongue over her fingers. Wednesday released the hand caressing the clit, grasping at Eddie's furry dog head. He began to run his tongue over exposed clit. Wednesday grabbed both his ears and made very audible moans. Eddie continued to lick. \par \tab The girl began to thrash in the bed, bucking and jamming Eddie\rquote s snout into her pussy as she would a dick. Suddenly, her body tensed. The fingers in her pussy stopped moving, and her body shook. \ldblquote Ohhh!\rdblquote\par \tab Eddie backed away a until she stopped quivering. He then eased his forepaws up over her hips, resting his head on her belly. Wednesday\rquote s hands on his head were damp from her own fluids, she breathed heavily as she stroked his fur--her young body still convulsing on its own.\par \tab Eddie looked up at her small breasts, the nipples hard and stiff. He sighed and closed his eyes, comfortable just where he was. Her body tensed, and she sighed, letting her knees down. \page *\par Unbeknownst\par \tab He was a goofy bird who was seldom seen and heard less. He kept to himself and every so often crossed his cousin\rquote s palm with some cash. Where he got it was unknown and the cousin didn\rquote t care. When Wednesday and Pugsley came to the house, the \ldblquote Uncle\rdblquote made himself even more scarce. The children, though, were aware of him. Wednesday aware of his unseen presence, she deduced that he had hiding places in the old mansion, which was not really a mansion but a converted mortuary. A crematorium had been in the basement that had been converted to a \ldblquote playroom\rdblquote by Wednesday and Pugsley.\par \tab Pugsley was on the trail of the elusive uncle, finding trap doors and hidden-secretive passageways. The scant few times the uncle had been seen he had been seen wearing an odd one-piece dark brown cloak that concealed the entire body. He was tall, too, 6-foot plus, broad shoulders, but mostly went scurrying about humped over. He was bald headed with no ears! Just holes where \ldblquote ears\rdblquote should have been.\par \tab The eyes, too, were spooky and mysterious--almost hollow.\par \tab He kept to himself but Wednesday wouldn\rquote t have minded to encounter him. As stated, she could feel his presence, prying eyes and assumed that he was within the walls or had some other manner upon which to spy on her. (which was why she often undressed totally to the skin, as well as masturbated in bed with the sheets down.)\par \tab Unbeknownst to the children (sort of) the uncle (Fester) had spied on them from day one--becoming more and more intrigued with their antics. Only days after the kids\rquote arrival and they\rquote re finding the cellar full of insanity than did the queer bald man find easy access to view them as they progressed.\par \tab Great strides were needed to muffle his noises as he watched the two prance about naked. Even more strides as they tortured one another and then engaged in sexual romps. He was near out of his skin watching Wednesday suck off her brother.\par \tab Then along came Eddie.\par \tab Fester blasted hot gobs of sticky stinky glow-in-the-dark splooge onto the clapboards of his hiding place. There was just enough space between the walls, his hiding place supreme was at a trapdoor just above the former crematorium. With just a few slats moved in special areas the quirky uncle had more than enough viewing to spy. His attention went from the lovely Wednesday to the handsome nakedness of Eddie.\page * \par \par \tab Eddie lifted his head sleepily. Wednesday's body was unmoving under him, except for her soft breathing. He gazed at her little breasts, the nipples softened but still standing up on their own. His body had returned to human form. That was okay. \par \tab Suddenly there was a feeling.\par \tab\ldblquote I gotta pee.\rdblquote\par \tab He suddenly realized, though, as he began to slowly move about what the pressure was. His penis was stiff and was fully extended. It pressed against Wednesday's body and it felt good. Wednesday remained sleeping peacefully unaware. Eddie stirred, moving slowly. Gingerly and very-very carefully slid upward just a bit. The tip of his erection slipped between her entrance. Wednesday's head turned. Eddie froze. Her even breathing resumed and Eddie moved forward again.\par \tab His began sliding into her. Scarcely could he believe how good it felt, even with just the tip of his cock inside her. He paused, smiling a bit of lingering canine smile. With one more movement, he pushed his hips forward, sliding his penis deeper. Wednesday's eyes fluttered open. \par \tab\ldblquote OH!\rdblquote she looked down into Eddie's wolf-cub face smiling.\par \tab Eddie licked his lips, his wolfish form on the brink of returning to full human form. He began thrusting his hips, pushing deep inside her, then pulling back out partially then back in.\par \tab Wednesday gasped and gripped Eddie\rquote s hips and ass.\par \tab Eddie's movements became quicker, Wednesday wrapped her legs about him. \ldblquote Oooooooh, yes!\rdblquote \par \tab Her body suddenly stiffened a bit. She shuddered and felt a familiar stirring within her sex. She shook all over. Her cunt squeezed at Eddie's slim cock, he continued to thrust. He felt his tiny tender nuggets tighten, and a strange sensation built up just behind his heart. His skin tingled, and a little itch began between his shoulder blades.\par \par AH!\par \tab After expelling all the gas from his blast furnace and watching the drunken sot Uncle Morton tumble down the stairs despite his sister\rquote s \ldblquote Nahing\rdblquote him, Pugsley moved to become with the walls of the defunct mortuary. A few rats there were, bats, too. Droppings and guano he encountered but didn\rquote t let it bother him. He had spent weeks getting the external and possible internal map of the mansion. It was time to put it to use\page\tab He was a bit pudgy and there were a few areas where making his way was rather difficult. He did find other \lquote viewing\rquote places, mostly makeshift air vents of one type or another. He could see in his aunt\rquote s room as she herself disrobed. She stood before a great mirror hefting her 28Cs hooters. Pugsley wanted to bone her. He wanted to spank her, tie her up to the rafters and whip the skin off of her flesh, too.\par \tab Mostly he wanted to bone her.\par \tab She wasn\rquote t a bad dish, tall, no correct posture or poise, but she was well educated. Something had went wrong in the middle of her life, her marriage to Morton wasn\rquote t all spiffy. And then there was the drinking--lots and lots of drinking.\par \tab Pugsley continued.\par \par Young Love\par \tab The smell of pizza was a draw. Casually as if he belonged there Forrest meandered down the sidewalk, pausing now and then to look about and get bearings, scoping out potential \ldblquote targets of interest.\rdblquote\par \tab One such was close at hand.\par \tab He somewhat doubted that he would ever find Seth. It was possible that Seth either had been captured, shot & killed, or was \ldblquote on the lam\rdblquote , missing, hiding out. He may have gotten his family off and went \ldblquote elsewhere\rdblquote unable to return to the New Digs just yet.\par \tab The New Digs. Noah. All the captives.\par \tab Forrest felt himself being stretched more and more.\par \tab It was almost confusing.\par \tab Anyways, pizza.\par \tab Sneaking a peak into yet another quintessential Americana home, Forrest was privy to a family taking part in a family-American tradition: PIZZA!\par \tab The family al la Americana consisted of the mommy & daddy, then a teenage girl, then a pre-teen boy, then another in the single digit bracket. Another \ldblquote boy\rdblquote was present who seemed to be a friend of the latter.\par \tab Forrest wouldn\rquote t have bothered with them if not for it to be the Narly Senses seething through him. He lingered, checking for dogs, dog shit, small unwary prying wondering children, and the like.\par \tab He waited. He waited and observed the various family members and deduced that there was something about the girl. She was not too bad looking, kinda plain, nothing striking. She wore glasses, was a serious kind of girl, so-so dark brown hair that was so-so frizzy and difficult.\page\tab A long narrow jaw, typical body for a girl of fourteen, a nice \ldblquote rack\rdblquote and so-so posture. Forrest already pegged her for another \ldblquote visitor\rdblquote to the New Digs, she would be just right and fit in nicely.\par \tab She seemed to have wandering eyes--they wandered to the two youngest boys who were typical boys when noshing on pizza--acting up, cutting up, yapping, flapping their lips about nonsensical things in their daily young lives.\par \tab At length the teenage girl, \ldblquote Mandy\rdblquote scooted off down a hall. She was making for a bedroom or a bathroom. Forrest had to move fast and still remain stealthy.\par \tab Coming around a hedge corner he suddenly came face to face with a very young little girl, she was all of about four or so, ice cream melting in one hand, blond hair in major curls, a roly-poly face. A bright kinda dirty yellow top with matching short-shorts.\par \tab Valuable time was being lost, he could be missing something. He admired the girl for a moment, found that he was getting an erection and was about to proceed leave when\'85\par \tab\ldblquote Hey! You the meter man?\rdblquote\par \tab Forrest gulped, a security breech. He stood up quickly, behind him askew was a big beefy bastard of a man, BIG man, lots of hair, BIG tee-shirt, biker-dude.\par \tab\ldblquote Yep!\rdblquote Forrest said quickly.\par \tab\ldblquote Yer jest the fuck I\rquote m looking\rquote fer!\rdblquote then, \ldblquote Come on.\rdblquote he made a motion with his hand beckoning Forrest to come follow. Forrest didn\rquote t know what to do; apparently, though, the little girl hadn\rquote t been seen. Which was a good thing. The biker-dude had already disappeared around the corner of an adjacent garage. There was no fence per se separating the two properties, just a hedge row that had an opening.\par \tab Forrest obliged to a point, easing around a corner and seeing what lay ahead. The biker-dude knelt before the gas meter, \ldblquote I think it\rquote s got a fucking leak.\rdblquote he mumbled. An assortment of wrenches and hammers were strewn about, a large Doberman snarled but was on a tight cable leash.\par \tab\ldblquote Can you fix it?\rdblquote the biker asked.\par \tab Forrest could hear gas escaping the \ldblquote incoming\rdblquote pipe. On a nearby shelf in the garage he saw a spray bottle. Filling it with water and then some liquid soap he sprayed it on the pipe fitting showing the beefy biker the leak.\par \tab\ldblquote You aint gonna shut me down, are you?\rdblquote the biker asked in a so-so threatening manner.\page\tab\ldblquote Nope,\rdblquote Forrest said, \ldblquote easy fix.\rdblquote he assumed a \ldblquote real\rdblquote gas meter person WOULD probably shut the house\rquote s gas supply off until the pipe was fix sufficiently, but Forrest took the few minutes to do the job himself.\par \tab\ldblquote Do I got to fill out some friggin\rquote paperwork?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Nope!\rdblquote Forrest said.\par \tab\ldblquote No shit?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote No shit!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Yer pretty damn cool!\rdblquote the big man said with a so-so toothy gin and he slapped Forrest on the shoulder. Had it not been expected and Forrest not curled his toes and planted them to the ground, the slap would have probably propelled Forrest to the stucco exterior wall.\par \tab A beer was offered and Forrest couldn\rquote t turn it down.\par \par \tab The little girl of some minor interest was gone by the time he got back to \ldblquote slinking.\rdblquote Carefully, carefully he picked his way around the corner of the house, he had to take a major piss, four beers and a grilled cheese sandwich. The biker dude was a friendly cuss.\par \tab Finally, though, the teen girl\rquote s bedroom (Mandy) was located.\par \tab She was not within, though. Forrest did not like daylight activities, his stealth mode was to the max and not as good at day as was at night.\par \tab Suddenly the patio door and the older of the boys, brother of Mandy, poked his head out, \ldblquote Mandy? Josh? Bobby? You guys out here?\rdblquote\par \tab There was no answer and the brother shut the door.\par \tab Forrest wondered where the afore mentioned asked for were.\par \tab His Narly Senses helped him located them.\par \tab The backyard playhouse. It was tucked behind another smaller garage that actually served as a green house/garden shed. (accumulated family crap store house) a small garden there was, a large tree, accumulated family crap that wouldn\rquote t fit in the smaller abode and a \ldblquote family\rdblquote project car.\par \tab It suited Forrest, there was just the crossing of the open fifteen feet of yard to deal with. Summoning up his courage he kept to the fence until reaching where he just had to cross the back fence in the open no matter what. He stopped himself and waited, his Narly Senses itching his mind and pestering him. The need to pee increasing tenfold.\par \tab At length he decided not to risk exposure and scuttled a fence. He got cut up a little, ripped his clothes, and fell in a small pile of goat shit.\par \tab\ldblquote Perfect.\rdblquote\page\tab His Narly Senses were in overload. Finding some hay he wiped off his seat of his pants and glared at the single goat. \ldblquote Don\rquote t fuck with me, Billy, or I\rquote ll have the biker in the next yard over come over and eat your ass!\rdblquote\par \tab The goat baaaa-ed him and Forrest went on--spying.\par \tab In the brick house in a back room was a man putting it to a little girl. Her yellow shirt was up to her neck, her yellow shorts on the floor along with her white kiddie panties. Her legs were held together at the ankles, held up in the hands of a congenial looking man, dark hair, glasses, very slenderly built, and with a less than average cock sliding near effortlessly into the poon of the little girl.\par \tab Meanwhile, a video camera operated, filming the narly goings on on the child\rquote s bed. The little girl on the bed didn\rquote t seem to be too upset, she rolled and twisted some and stared out the curtained window, possibly capable of seeing the slinking in hiding man there in the bushes along the house.\par \tab The pumping man wasn\rquote t fully into the child\rquote s cunny, the head and a bit of shaft. He pumped steadily and then came to the \ldblquote money shot\rdblquote and pulled out, emptying his splooge onto the child\rquote s bald cunny. He shot a large mess up her belly and chest. Then gently crawled up the child\rquote s body, a hand gently behind her head guiding her to the cum squirter.\par \tab The little girl was less enthused about it and fussed some, but was smacked on the thigh and ultimately partook of sucking on the gooey head of the man\rquote s cock (her father). The man jutted a little more cum, anointing the girl\rquote s mouth and lips until he was done.\par \tab The child then was turned over on her bed, ass up. She was positioned so as he darling little ass was pointed to the camera. Her cheeks were spread and her hole licked and fingered. She was briefly spanked and then hugged, kissed, and while she sat on the man\rquote s lap her poon was fingered until the man once more got a boner going.\par \tab Once more he worked it up into the girl\rquote s pussy, then tried his hand at sodomy. He had less luck there, but not for the lack of trying. He laid his pipe against the child\rquote s ass flesh and humped, humped her crack and eventually spilled his load, shooting it onto her rim. It was another fantastic money shot.\par \tab Once more the child was hugged and then her clothes were picked up. The man pulled up her panties and then her shorts, patted her on the ass and sent her off. The man collected his own clothes and video camera and left the room.\page\tab At one alley end a local law enforcement official and a National Guard unit consisting of four men talked. Forrest almost caught their attention as he mounted the six foot brick wall and slid into the only bare area (no ivy). There was, though, garbage cans and other various debris to sufficiently seclude him from direct eyesight. But he HAD made some noise. It was unforeseen and unfortunate.\par \tab For some moments he could not see any of them and fretted.\par \tab\ldblquote Ready for another beer?\rdblquote\par \tab A deep burly (friendly) voice suddenly came to be. Forrest was going to have to revamp his security issues.\par \tab\ldblquote Uh, I, uh, sorta--uh--\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Got law problems?\rdblquote the beefy biker slung a load of trash crap into a large dumpster and made it not a point to be seen \ldblquote talking\rdblquote to someone in hiding.\par \tab\ldblquote Kinda.\rdblquote Forrest answered.\par \tab\ldblquote No worries!\rdblquote beamed the big man.\par \tab Suddenly the man stood out in the middle of the alley and began making his way to the \ldblquote law\rdblquote folk.\par \tab\ldblquote Hey! You as swipes, I gotta a bone to fuck with you!\rdblquote \par \tab He was a distraction. Forrest made a mental note to return the favor. Whatever it may be. He scurried along the wall and back to the house that was the first initial intended. The Narly Senses were still active so he guessed he hadn\rquote t missed anything.\par \par \tab In the playhouse the girl (Mandy) smoothed her hands over the bare ass of the visiting boy. Her biological brother stood nearby masturbating. He was stark naked. Mandy\rquote s shirt was open and there was no bra. The girl seemed deeply in tuned with the smoothing of her hand over the visiting boy\rquote s bare ass. Deeply in tuned.\par \tab The playhouse had few windows, one on two sides. There was a half door, a sloped roof, no porch. The general construction seemed well and sound. It was weathered and need some paint. Forrest scooted to the other window for a different view.\par \tab Mandy slid her butt down in the 3\super rd\nosupersub hand love seat with no \ldblquote feet\rdblquote . her jeans were still on and even fastened--but not for long. She lowered them then tugged down her pink panties. Both boys, butt bare assed naked, grinned and fondled themselves.\page\tab Mandy leaned back and diligently began a steady bout of fingering herself. Eyes closed, lips twitching, tongue lolling all about, she began to shudder as her fingers worked mysterious magic between her legs.\par \tab The fire tempted her and she brought her own brother, Josh, to be between her legs. Bobby crawled up onto the sofa, Mandy placed her hand up between the boy\rquote s legs and fondled his naked nuggets, tugged on his little boy dick, and lightly fingered his super tight rim hole.\par \tab Her brother, meanwhile, worked his puddling against her sex. It was dinky and no real threat to harming her. He was eight years young and already something of a pro; he waggled his prong and glided it up and down the girl\rquote s entrance. He was totally mesmerized, captivated. His eyes went from her pussy to her bare jiggling titties.\par \par Hi-de-hi hi-de-ho some things I didn\rquote t need to know\par \tab On a dark and stormy night--really, the rains came off and on with bouts of horrific downpours. During the let up a long boxy vehicle would roll in and something bulky transferred from it to the interior of an even darker and gloomier locale.\par \tab The walls of the place were a sickly green, the floor poured cement. Dim lighting but enough to reveal along the walls and in darker places gurneys and elongated boxes. The gurneys were draped with off-white sheets, some were \ldblquote fitted\rdblquote to what was laying on them, others were folded and in wait to cover something. The elongated boxes were in various shapes, they were containers--or more to the point--coffins.\par \tab The place was Millscrest Mortuary. The time, some many years from present. The hour, the darkest before dawn.\par \tab The only light in the mortuary was in the basement, the \ldblquote receiving\rdblquote area for those things brought in from the morgue or other funeral parlor or hospital, etc. After the most recent delivery, the lone worker closed and locked the receiving door. He was not glum about his job, his vocation in life, he rather rejoiced in it. Making his way to the new gurney he lifted the sheet and smiled. He stared for a long-long time, beaming. The informational tag he barely glanced at. \ldblquote cause of death: blunt force trauma to the head due to a vehicle accident.\rdblquote Janna Morris, age 9. \par \tab The lone worker clasped his hands together, his huge oval eyes that were near hollow (sunk far back into his noggin) gleaming with delight. Slowly he moved the chilled sheet down the young one\rquote s body. She was dressed in a hospital gown. Fester grinned more, beamed more, and slid the sheet down more.\par \tab At the foot of the gurney was a box, containing the child\rquote s clothing the family wanted the girl to be dressed in. The mortuary was preparing the unfortunate child, the funeral parlor on the main floor taking care of the funeral.\par \tab Fester\rquote s eyes rested on the girl\rquote s legs, the hospital gown came to the knees. His heart began to palpitate and he found himself leaning against the stainless steel gurney, pressing his erection thereto.\par \tab Opening the box he found a lovely blue dress with white flowers and lace. There, too, were a pair of dress shoes w/socks. A pair of plain white panties, as well.\par \tab With trembling fingers Fester lifted the dress.\par \tab Delight!\par \tab The child had no underwear on!\par \tab The body was in need \ldblquote preparation.\rdblquote It was Fester\rquote s job to do so. He delighted in it, especially when the body to be prepped was rather young. Teenage to young, and mostly girls but if the \ldblquote boy\rdblquote was right--more to his pleasure.\par \par \tab The box fell to the floor and made unpleasant \ldblquote plop.\rdblquote the clothing within helped muffle its untimely noise. It was raining (again) hard outside with an occasional burst of fitting lightning and thunder. It was doubtful the masters two floors up would have heard (the box.)\par \tab Fester continued.\par \tab The nightgown had been removed and though lo the child had been dead for some time--she was still limber enough to be \ldblquote positioned.\rdblquote Her legs were moved to the \ldblquote open\rdblquote position and Fester was on the gurney. His trademark one piece dark brown tunic lay on the floor along with the sheet. The extra elongated penis extended some inches from his rather large body. He glided the head of said penis up and down the peaceful child\rquote s cold cunny.\par \tab He delighted in it.\par \par \tab At dawn a new day had begun, the clouds had parted leaving only puddles for remembrance. Over the Millscrest Mortuary a dark cloud still loomed. In the cellar Fester had just finished with the young girl brought in. She was cleaned, drained, \ldblquote fixed\rdblquote and properly prepped for viewing by the Master of the house, the funeral director. While the fastidious man checked the girl\rquote s body mumbling to himself, Fester stood back cleaning various equipment utensils. One hand in his pocket fondling the girl\rquote s panties.\page\tab In the small town of Millscrest a sudden rashness of unspeakable crimes had sprouted--unheard of abductions whereas the kidnappings were mostly (and mainly) of young boys to and from school or out fishing on their own. They spoke of encountering a strange spooky man and then being lured away by \ldblquote treats\rdblquote or the stranger\rquote s mysterious manner. It couldn\rquote t be explained, he dressed oddly and reeked of some odor unknown.\par \tab (until one boy visiting his grandfather in the local hospital freaked out to the max when getting a strong whiff of the \ldblquote odors\rdblquote wafting to him from the hospital\rquote s morgue.)\par \tab The boys from seven years to thirteen were undressed by the stranger, held at bay by some unknown force and sexually molested. None were seriously harmed, though--just brought quicker into the wild bizarre world of sexual depravity.\par \tab Another dark and dreary night came to be, and yet another body came to the mortuary. To Fester\rquote s delight it was a young boy. It so happened to be a young boy Fester had recently been in \ldblquote contact\rdblquote with. A young lad of ten who had been fishing. On the info tag the cause of death was listed as \ldblquote accidental death due to a fall.\rdblquote\par \tab Fester caressed the boy\rquote s head--then proceeded with delighting in him further--removing the gown and such. \par \tab Upstairs the funeral director\rquote s wife was in a family way and bitchy. Hankering for fried pickles and chocolate peanut butter, the Master of the house left the bed to satisfy his pudgy wife with whatever would suit her in the kitchen.\par \tab Noticing a light from the cellar prompted the man to investigate the latest arrival.\par \tab He was not quite prepared to see his odd employee having anal sex with the latest arrival. He became quite ill and ran screaming in hysterics, until colliding with his pudgy wife at the door to the kitchen.\par \tab Fester barely noticed and cared less. He continued his buggering until the police came, and even after--he had had to be physically beaten off the boy--he wasn\rquote t stopping for nothing.\par \tab Twenty-five years he was given at a state hospital for the criminally insane. (and sexually depraved)\page Flash forward some 25-plus years\'85\par \tab He leaned forward to the point whereas he could see easily into the dark \ldblquote playroom\rdblquote below. He grinned. He fondled himself and imagined all the times he had been at the Post, Wednesday on the Wheel, the electric chair, everything. \par \tab Behind him the recently released depraved (rehabilitated) Uncle Fester slipped an extra elongated prong into his corn hole. Pugsley was used to jamming things in his rectum--either on his own or by his equally depraved sister--so his rim was giving and his uncle eased easily most of the way in.\par \tab Pugsley was a giving soul, and for time he spent at the defunct mortuary he \ldblquote gave\rdblquote himself willingly to his still \ldblquote active\rdblquote uncle.\par \par *\par \par \tab Wednesday found Eddie curled up in the corner of her closet. His body twitched and his foot did one of those dog twitching things dog do when they are tickled--\rquote cept he was sound to sleep.\par \tab Wednesday stood naked at the door of the closet and peered into the darkness watching him--thoughts to her own. Methodically she found herself blissfully fingering her poon.\par \tab Eddie emitted a faint whimper. \par \tab Pushing some clothes aside she slowly eased into the darkness and settled beside the naked Eddie. Eddie stirred, farted, and suddenly awoke with a startle. He stretched and stared at Wednesday with bleary eyes.\par \tab She offered him a kind smile. It was brief, she quickly returned her composure to one of being plain--stoic. Her dark eyes remained on his face; for a moment Eddie kept a lock on hers--then his eyes took in the rest of her body--realizing that she was naked. \par \tab Wednesday closed the door of the closet and was immediately enveloped in pure darkness. She liked it. She couldn\rquote t believe that she hadn\rquote t discovered it before. Slowly her hands moved up and down exploring Eddie\rquote s body. He still retained some of his wolfness, the tail was gone but his backbone was still prominently rigid. So was his cock!\par \tab Eddie placed his hand on Wednesday\rquote s arm and began caressing, exploring her. He found her hard erect nipples and gave them a gentle tweak. Meanwhile, Wednesday tugged and tugged on his erection.\par \tab At length she scooted down onto the pile of clothes and opened her legs. Eddie crawled on top of her with his prick gliding against her love entrance.\page\tab Slowly at first he pumped then built up speed as they segued a rhythm. Wednesday met each stroke with one of her own, her pussy clasping at his cock as it moved; Eddie began to breathe heavily--he felt like he was a balloon, inflated to the point of bursting. He pushed in as deeply as he could, straining, clenching, straining some more and then pumping vigorously until the balloon burst. \par \tab It felt as like his whole insides had melted and were forcing their way out his cock. Spurt after spurt exploded from his penis. He held his breath as he came, his eyes locked on the wall of the small closet, his body jutting and convulsing.\par \tab He finally collapsed on top of Wednesday and breathed his heaviest.\par \tab Wednesday felt all warm inside, she could feel his cock softening inside her. Her pussy tingled. It was strange, unique. It was the best sex ever!\par \par \tab A little later the two lay together on the bed, perspiration evaporating from their naked bodies from yet another outlandish humpfest. Wednesday pulled a comforter up over them, and they cuddled under it. Outside it had begun to rain and thunder.\par \tab\ldblquote You don't think you'll get pregnant, do you?\rdblquote Eddie whispered. \tab\ldblquote Maybe I'll have puppies!\rdblquote Wednesday giggled, then seeing the expression on Eddie's face, she quickly shook her head. \ldblquote No, a Grandmama of mine took care of that when she found out about the games Pugsley and I were playing. The spell she cast doesn't end until I get married.\rdblquote\par \tab Eddie sighed, relieved. He farted and began nipping Wednesday nipples. Wednesday clamped her fingers about the boy\rquote s erection, mildly considering stuffing his bum hole with a plug.\par \par Same Hole Same Hole\par \tab With the calling of \ldblquote Mandy! Josh! Bobby!\rdblquote from a frantic and somewhat pissed off mother, the \ldblquote romp\rdblquote in the backyard playhouse was broken up--rather quickly. Too bad. A mad scramble there was for the three to dress. Mandy did help, copping a quick feel of the boys\rquote ass as she did so. The boys continued to be absorbed in the antics\'85\par \par \tab More antics were going on, Forrest made his way back along the alley returning to whence he had come when on his way--the Narly Senses kicked in (again.)\page\tab In the kitchen of the quaint ranch house the sorta tall man stood in the kitchen. The day was waning and warm, the doors were opened as were the windows. The man\rquote s cock was out of his pants and buried near to the hilt of the little girl, his little girl. She was dressed still in her two piece yellow shirt and shorts. Her face coated in remnants of ice cream--and daddy love cum.\par \tab Gently the man rocked into the girl\rquote s mouth, occasionally pulling out to rub himself all over the girl\rquote s face. He stroked his prong and got the little curly haired girl to do so, too. She giggled and happily slurped schlong.\par \tab At length the child was hefted up onto the kitchen breakfast table. Her shirt and shorts were removed along with her kiddie panties. The daddy took a moment to ogle her, her smiled with some delight then pushed her to lie down. Her little legs were parted and down he went, happily munching on her little twat.\par \tab Angela twisted and giggled, unaware of the illicitness being done unto her. Her daddy, Robert, happily continued his business of noshing, holding her flailing legs open wide driving his wicked tongue into her, lapping at her as a dog would water.\par \tab This didn\rquote t last long, though. The man French-kissed his daughter\rquote s young tender poon, plunged his finger into her backdoor then stood up. His manhood was significantly erect and he flopped it like in spanking against her pussy. Angela flopped about the table almost rolling off.\par \tab The daddy held her still, smacking her thigh in warning.\par \tab His cock was near to spurting, he glided it up and down her little slit, poking the head inward. He squeezed his buttocks tight and determinately penetrated her--but just the head. Penetrating further took a little more earnest time.\par \tab \par \tab Activity there was in the front yard disrupting the daddy\rquote s further attempts of sexualizing his child. Quickly he re-dressed the girl and returned his cock. He was somewhat annoyed at being interrupted. Two boys came bustling into the home, jostling one another and giggling, farting and belching.\par \tab\ldblquote Mom\rquote s out front.\rdblquote called out one.\par \tab Robert sighed and made a sly adjustment to his crotch. By the shoulder he pushed his little girl down the hall, \ldblquote Watch her.\rdblquote he said demandingly. He hitched up his pants and stepped outside.\par \tab Outside a woman there was who was not overly happy. She was skinny and not bad looking in a summer dress. Forrest didn\rquote t need the hi-tech binoculars Noah had back at the New Digs to see that she didn\rquote t have any underwear on.\par \tab The one who was the son of the arguing man and woman in the front yard paused a moment while the other (a friend) made for the kitchen--very nearly noticing the slinking spying man (Forrest). He grabbed a soda and was going to \ldblquote check it out\rdblquote when the little girl, Angela, rushed him shoving her fist very nearly up his butt.\par \tab He was successfully distracted and Forrest remained unseen.\par \pard\kerning0\f1\fs20\par }