Psychotic indulgences.

A few moments later, my dear, thick bodied Charlotte was sprawled, ass-up, on the pavement. There before the grace of my daughter's tight butt and tighter ass-hole went I.

"Dad, could I--

"Shut up for a sec, sweetie."

"Sure, I'd be glad to." And she did just that, stifling her groans as her ass oozed my spunk.

"Alright Kate." Nodding at the butt-primed, pleasant looking neighbor now before me, her exposed, bare ass nice and firmly stationed for thrusting action as it glistened in the morning sunlight, I spat out a loogie, disintegrating a leaf. "Before we get started, do you know how to twerk?"

"Why, no," she replied thoughtfully. "But I think I've seen enough from my friends' kids to cook up a thing or two. Just sit back and enjoy, hon!"

It was a tough wriggle, but Kate eventually managed to snuggle her foot back into her sneaker. "Bye, Charlotte! Adam!"

We waved goodbye to Kate while her dog trotted before her and they finally weaved out of sight, behind a shrub or three. I fished out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to Charlotte, who was elated. She did put up with my post-coital spanking session, after all. I'm sure the pink hand-marks I left cartoonishly planted on her (and Kate's) flesh were still happily plastered across her curvy globes. They were too clear to be real. But believe me, they were. As the air in my lungs.

"Thanks Dad." The girl shrugged a shoulder. "And thanks for the assfuck."

"No problem honey."

As Charlotte returned to the house, I felt a creeping thirst build within me.

A thirst for chaos. One that was all too familiar.

I levitated off the ground and began rapidly floating my way through the neighborhood until I reached a street about a mile off. A woman was taking her teen daughter to school. I had forgotten it was a school day. Was Charlotte planning on playing hooky or were her plans for after-school? Who knew. I didn't much care. Besides, I'd only known her for a few hours. She was effectively a stranger for all I knew.

Approaching the woman, I pointed at a flourishing bed of aloe vera she had cultivated in her front yard. "Hey. Go piss on your aloe vera."

The woman's head swiveled, stopped, and lingered casually there on her neck as her gaze rested on my person. Then, "Sounds like a plan." Smiling, the mother finished setting down her things in the car, then alerted her daughter. "One second, okay pumpkin?"

Wrinkled brow and all, Mason watched her mom stand above the flower bed, and flip up her skirt before eventually conducting a mid-squat over the awaiting aloe petals.

"Make sure your piss is golden yellow!" I reminded her. And so reality obliged, though none felt it but me.

"No worries, hahaha! I haven't taken a drink of water since 3 AM!" The woman gave me a thumbs up as her pussy burst open, releasing a fiery blast of gold-flavored urine. The outpour was messy and wide, like a stream out of a disfigured hose head.

I turned to the girl, who was still watching her mother. "Pull down your neckline."

Mason looked at me, then down, and brought her hands to the top of her shirt, which was a white V-neck with red-colored edges.

"And bra with it," I added last minute. "Please."

Hooking one thumb each to either side of her V, she pulled down her neckline until they slapped down over her modest, but perky breasts, which were bare, soft, and curvy.

"Now smack 'em tits," I suggested.

Mason proceeded to open both palms as she slapped the side of her breasts in alternating rhythmic motions. This caused them to jiggle and flop, though more the former than the latter.

"You're pretty, Mason." I slipped out of their driveway. "Catch you around."

Leaving the boob-slapping teen with her still pissing mom, I speedily flew my way down a few more miles to the next city over, and found another picturesque suburb. I picked a house at random. This was two stories, five bedrooms, hazel-colored rooftop with a chain-link fence and a husky.

Inside was a trio of teens, all siblings. Two girls, one boy. Currently, they were making some sort of dance video and comically messing up. It didn't take advanced hearing to pick up on the echoing wheezes poring from the upper window.

Melting their fence with one touch of a finger, I took a brief second to revel in my coldhearted act of property debasement, then invited myself in through the front door.

(They had insurance coverage that they barely used, anyway. They'll be fine.)

A woman who was squatted on the floor, hand inside one of those old DVD cases, turned to see me enter the living room.

"Oh--" She pressed a hand to her chest. "You startled me. Are you one of Hannah's friends?" A blink crossed her face. "You look a little old to be in high school."

I shrugged. "Only in my 20's. Do you have big breasts?"

The mother stood up, long legs stretching nicely in the routine motion as a look of thought was prettily imposed upon her equally pretty face. "Well, I suppose you could say I do. My husband probably wishes they were, you know, even larger--" She flicked her wrist, supplying a coy laugh between her and myself. "--you know how you men get. You could say it gets worse the older you are."

Scanning her life history, I was able to salvage her name: Maria Cormack. "Can you give them a quick squeeze for me Maria?"

She looked at me for a moment, then widened her eyes. "Oh, you mean--you mean my--yes. Well. Of course. I suppose I could." Looking down, the almost-40 woman brought her hands up and clasped them over her sweater-clad jugs. She then curled them down, gently but substantially, over her round, fleshy orbs, leaving them squeezed in that position for about three seconds before letting them bounce free once more. She laughed. "That felt different!"

"Yeah. I'm sure it did! Now bark." I took a seat in the sofa.

"Woof!" She sat down next to me, her long thighs a few inches from mine. "How's that?"

"Tongue out. Start panting."

Out rolled her pink tongue as her chest moved up and down erratically, one quick breath succeeding another.

"Very good," I languidly draped an arm over the top of the couch, resting the side of my knee on the couch seat. "Now slap yourself in the face."

This caused Maria to burst out laughing. "Oh, I like you already. How hard?"

After a second of thinking, I replied, "Hard enough to really hurt."

"You got it." A small smile resting at the corner of her lips, Maria slowly raised her hand, all while casting glances my way as if to ensure i was watching. Then she pulled it as far away from herself as she could. Taking one big breath, she closed her eyes shut, then immediately pulled the open palm straight towards her.

SLAP!

Face swathed in scattered strings of hair, Maria steadily rose her head up to level, a look of equal parts intense pain and amusement coloring her expression inscrutably.

"Oooooohhhho oooowwwww, my god," she said, her jaw testily moving up and around. She winced, lightly patting her cheek as if touching a pot of boiling water. "Ahhhhhhgh. That was good. Wasn't it?"

"Yes, that was." Pointing at the chainsaw that hadn't been there before hanging on her wall, I added, "Now cut off your legs."

It had just been a handful of minutes when a couple thuds came pattering down the stairwell. There was an audible gasp.

"Mom! What are you doing with Dad's chainsaw!? Put it down!"

Maria turned off the chainsaw about three inches from her pant leg. The rotor blades steadily came to a stop. "What was that, dear?"

"Why are you--are you, like, ASKING for a hospital visit right now?!" I looked the girl over. She was slim and currently in dolphin shorts up to mid-thigh. A tight, smooth-skinned package, her hair long and straight and dyed with red streaks over dirty blonde. And she wasn't alone. Next to her was a boy, also slim, and practically smaller-looking the way he was scrunched next behind her side like that.

The two hadn't noticed me, which I decided to correct. After a quick scan, I gleaned the boy's name. "Hey, Cassius, have you ever put your face between your sister's two naked ass cheeks?"

The boy looked at me and shook his head.

"Well, that won't do. Hannah," I directed the girl, "take off your pants and stick your brother's face in your ass."

Hannah lifted her arms showily, "See? SEE, Mom? Now that," she expertly snapped her fingers, rolled a hip, and stuck a thumb through the inside of her shorts, "is what I call an 'idea'!" The girl dropped her shorts and kicked them to the side. They flew threw the living room, landing over a vase of flowers by the front door. Then, ushering her brother to go up a step, she leaned forward, grabbed him by the back of his head, and smashed his face into her ass, his cheeks puffing out in a clear picture of warm, skin-on-skin pressure. “Can’t believe I didn’t’t think of this myself—unhf—to be honest.”

"You're really proud of them, aren't you?" I returned my attention to the mother, who had set the chainsaw back down. Her legs were still intact, for now.

"You know it." She folded her arms and watched as Cassius sniffed his sister's panty-clad buttocks' scent. "Those two are getting along so well."

"Does your daughter's ass smell good?"

"I'd like to think so, yes. She takes great care of herself."

"How about yours?"

"Oh, my ass smells fantastic, definitely."

"Here." I passed her a buttplug. The tip was a mold of the face of Bugs Bunny. In fact, the thing somewhat resembled a carrot. "Stick this in your asshole. Then take this," I pulled a bag from over the couch, dropping it with a plop to the ground, "and stick the others in here in your son's asshole. Then Hannah's. Then..."

"Tiff."

"Tiff's. Thank you." Saved me another mental scan.

"No problem. You are too generous to us, you know." Maria smiled as she grabbed the bag, taking out one buttplug. On its end was the face of Katy Perry. "What was your name, again?"

"You want to know my name?" I flicked a finger in her direction. "First put butter on your armpits, then make Tiff eat out of them, and then I'll tell you my name. Deal?"

Laughing, Maria slapped my shoulder as she strolled into the kitchen. "I can get these undersides buttered up in seconds flat. Better keep your promise!" her voice echoed in the distance as I watched Hannah continue sticking a nearly suffocating Cassius into her squishy tush, making certain that his nose was sufficiently crushed between her two round elements while also telling him to take big, big breaths.

"I will."