{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\froman\fprq2\fcharset0 Times New Roman;}{\f1\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} {\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1507;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\nowidctlpar\qc\kerning28\f0\fs36 August Moone Sagas\par Book 6\par Journeying\par Chapter 1\par The Gathering\par \pard\nowidctlpar\fs28\par \par New Friends Old Friends Just Friends\par \tab To say the least it was one hell of a predicament. Twice he ventured precariously down into the cave and tried to swim to the bottom, but found no \ldblquote door.\rdblquote He thusly assumed the \ldblquote door\rdblquote that he had come thru was \ldblquote one-way.\rdblquote that sucked.\par \tab So, he sat baking in the noonday sun on top of the boulder methodically fondling his naked wares. Ma\rquote s Eats and gouging old man Pa\rquote s Garage was right close. Jake thought and he thought and he thought some more. This was not good.\par \tab One thing he knew was to get out of the sun, it was really beginning to burn if not scorch his skin. There, too, was the treading across the burning sand to the nearest tree.\par \tab And he was butt bare assed naked.\par \tab And there, too, was something else.\par \tab As he scampered across the sand he saw there were peoples about the area between the buildings. A barbeque was in the make, some bikers were present and regular folk, too. He was in a fix and he didn\rquote t like it. A strange thought rolled into his noggin, he held onto it and debated, wondering if he could really-actually get away with it. It was bold, daring, a little stupid, and a whole lot risky.\par \tab Quick as a fox he made a maddening dash to the back door of Ma\rquote s Eats. It was not only an eating establishment but also had trinkets generalized crap for wayward travelers. Mugs, Indian blankets, jewelry, tee shirts, skin oil, sunglasses, hats, etc.\par \tab The back of the building had a small entry way. Jake made an assumption that a \ldblquote store\rdblquote room would be right there handy. He hoped. There was no way he was just gonna venture out into the \lquote open\rquote of the place and wander around\'85\page\tab The back door squeaked.\par \tab It was a screen door in bad need of oiling. Lime green paint that was chipping badly all over. Inside the entryway he paused on the well worn linoleum and careful crouched down and picked his way to the actual inner building. On the right side of the narrow hall was a door marked BATHROOM with a dual sign indicating for the use by both sexes. It was opened a little bit and could use a good cleaning.\par \tab Opposite that door was another door marked STORAGE.\par \tab Jake entered within.\par \tab He needed a light and was blinded by the flickering overhead buzzing florescent. A lot of old cardboard boxes of various sizes, food stuff and clothes, trinkets, and books\'85\par \tab CLOTHES!\par \tab Jake quickly scrambled the various clothes finding some that would be exactly right. Shoes were a must, then simple jeans and a shirt along with a ball cap. He then helped himself to some candy, beef jerky, and a couple of sodas. The sodas were \ldblquote warm\rdblquote but at the moment he didn\rquote t care.\par \tab Someone was coming.\par \tab He froze and hid behind the boxes.\par \tab The \ldblquote someone\rdblquote went on, slamming the screen door.\par \tab Jake found some pickles in a jar and helped himself.\par \tab There was bread, cheesy snack crackers w/peanut butter\'85\par \tab Something cold to drink would hit the spot. But he had no money and he didn\rquote t think Ma & Pa were the charitable type, especially Pa. He could call Breezy, or Cole. They would help. But the story he would have to relate to them would be a booger!\par \tab At length the need to pee came to him. Along with another \ldblquote need.\rdblquote\par \tab\lquote Oh crap.\rquote he said to himself. Generally he wouldn\rquote t care and just do what he needed to do where he was. But with a bathroom just right close near\'85\par \par \tab The unisex bathroom left a lot to be desired. A lot. Papers were everywhere; newspaper, paper towels, and asswipe. Jake quickly copped a squat on the shitter and did his thing. \par \tab After a good dump, and it was good, he needed not only to wash his hands but soak his head. He had had a hellacious experience and needed the head soak.\par \tab He was not prepared for what happened next.\page\tab After washing his face he felt better and like most, gripped the edge of the crappy porcelain sink inundated with accompanying stains, Jake looked to himself in the mirror above the sink.\par \tab And he wasn\rquote t there.\par \tab He stared for a moment or two. He saw nothing. There was no reflection!\par \tab\ldblquote Holy shit!\rdblquote he said allowed.\par \tab He touched the mirror, his face, the mirror again.\par \tab He leaned in to whereas his nose touched the mirror.\par \tab\ldblquote Oh my God!\rdblquote he said. He gulped, slung his head and stepped back.\par \tab He good feel his heart beating, he had a pulse, and good \ldblquote touch\rdblquote himself. But there was no evidence of that in the mirror. \par \tab Suddenly the door whisked open and a rather opposing behemoth of a biker dude waltzed in. He marched up to the toilet and whipped out his huge cock and began peeing.\par \tab He was adorned in typical biker attire--black leathers, an emblem on the back referring to hell and evil and non-angels. Chains and knives and tattoos. He had black straggly hair to his shoulders with one braid on one side as well as his beard having a braid. He smelled wonderful, too! (NOT!)\par \tab After the pee (and he didn\rquote t flush) he moved to the sink. Jake got out of the way just in time. The burly man washed his face, belched, farted, grumbled something and picked something out of his teeth. Then left.\par \tab Jake stood in the corner thinking.\par \tab Had the man not seen him? Or simply not cared?\par \tab The door opened again, another man came in, another biker. He was tall, slender, and just as gruff as the big fella. He took a long piss, flushed, and left. Jake wasn\rquote t \ldblquote noticed\rdblquote by him, either.\par \tab Then, a woman came in.\par \tab A well dressed woman, a tourist. Beige slacks, off-white blouse, some jewelry and short blond shoulder length hair. She shut the door firmly and locked it gave a bit of a disgust look at the condition of the bathroom and the slight \ldblquote odor\rdblquote left behind from the previous occupants.\par \tab She then slid her pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet.\par \tab Jake stared at her. His cock grew hard and he was without any narly powers like Skyler had. Damn the luck! He knew there were \ldblquote other\rdblquote ways at subduction. But with a whole gang of rowdy beered up bikers right close at hand? Nah, not bloody likely!\page\tab Slowly and tempting fate, though, and to ensure to himself that he WAS invisible somehow, he sidestepped to the left to be in direct line o\rquote sight of the woman, and whipped out his hard-on.\par \tab The woman had herself a good long pee, farted then wiped herself.\par \tab She stood and Jake stared lovingly at the furry blond bush before she pulled up her clothes. He had a terrible time with himself holding himself back from rushing her and conking her head out on the toilet or sink, then having his merry way with her right then and there.\par \tab He knew in part that he probably could, the element of surprise and all. But he held back. The woman ripped a narly butt blast, washed her hands and left.\par \tab Presently, something better came along:\par \tab A fatherly figure with his young daughter.\par \tab The little girl was \ldblquote holding\rdblquote herself and in dire need to pee.\par \tab She was also merely four years young.\par \tab Quickly they entered the unkempt bathroom, the door was shut AND locked, the little girl ushered to the toilet whereupon her daddy lowered her short pink shorts and panties.\par \tab Once the peeing commenced from the child, and a small fart or two escaped as well, the daddy stood and leaned with one hand against the back wall, hauling out his manhood and rubbing it against the child\rquote s face.\par \tab The little girl giggled and grabbed the 7-incher, tugged up and down on it and with eyes agleam, popped the head of the poppy-cock into her young mouth and sucked.\par \tab The naughty daddy moaned and groaned (so did Jake). The man worked his manliness to and fro, mostly to (as in inTO his daughter\rquote s mouth) then flopped it about her lovely little face. When she had finished peeing (and farting) the man took some toilet paper and wiped her between her legs, a couple of times.\par \tab Then, standing her up he turned her about and fingered her young hairless snatch, rubbing his still exposed schlong against her ass. This prompted the man to begin masturbating--strong and hard. There then came a moment where the man\rquote s morality swished away as the water in the toilet. He quickly laid his daughter out on the dirty floor, taking her pants and undies to her ankles, locking her ankles together and then laying his enormous dong against her cunny.\par \tab He then did pump until his delight.\page\tab A great deal of milky goo spilled onto the child\rquote s cunny, shot up her chest and pooled down the crack of her ass. The man straddled his child, cupping her head and bringing her to kiss/lick the head of his foul cock.\par \tab Amazingly she did not protest but giggled and lapped the daddy dong clean. The man fingered his child and as time was apparently a factor, stood her up--cleaned her up and off, returned his prong to his clothes and washed up.\par \tab Jake jerked his gherkin and wished beyond all wishes he had \ldblquote powers.\rdblquote but he didn\rquote t. he was invisible and that was about it.\par \par \tab And he \ldblquote hesitated\rdblquote once more when an eleven year old girl came in. He was hard pressed not to \lquote jump her\rquote , but somehow he held back. Somehow. She was cute, way cute, slender with short britches to the knees, a peach color revealing a superior nice ass for a girl of eleven. She sat on the toilet and farted up a storm--as well as grunted while she peed as she was also having her self a good dump.\par \tab When done, she stood and Jake could \ldblquote just see\rdblquote the possible evidence that she was NOT a virgin. He knew that he could easily jump on the girl, knock her out, and fuck the ever livin\rquote daylights out of her.\par \tab She wiped herself clean, farted once more and then washed up.\par \tab Aside from having a \ldblquote nice ass\rdblquote , she had small lovely nice titties.\par \tab There was a terrific smile, beautiful brown eyes, a lovely trim body that Jake sorely wanted. She exited the bathroom and left him jerking off.\par \tab A boy came in behind her, about thirteen. Typical teen boy, short brown hair, a rounded face, typical attire and in a bad need to pee. After peeing, he flogged it. One hand worked down inside his stone washed britches also just to his knees--it was a style.\par \tab He rubbed his ass as he worked his cock. He was just at the point of cumming off when--\par \tab KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!\par \tab The boy tucked his cum squirter back in his clothes and opened the door--a large dirty mean looking dog of a biker stood there. He pushed his way in and made for the toilet. The boy (and Jake) scurried out.\par \par Desert Rides of Joy\par \tab He had to get out to the rock site, the one in the desert. He wasn\rquote t walking there--soooooooo, he needed transportation. And since he was apparently INVISIBLE for some reason-- \ldblquote acquiring\rdblquote transportation shouldn\rquote t be too much trouble. Should it?\page\tab Invisible. He was fucking-a invisible. But how? Why?\par \tab It couldn\rquote t have anything to do with that funky shimmering silvery pool he had fallen into, could it? The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. He knew he was visible in the cave, Skyler was there and all. It had to be the pool he had fallen in to.\par \tab Hmmmm, that sorta fouled things. That meant that if ANYONE came thru the shimmering-silvery pool, they too, would become invisible. In a way that wasn\rquote t such a bad deal, but then again\'85\par \tab To be invisible was cool, but it had limits. He didn\rquote t wish to be invisible ALL the time, and those that were with them (er, Skyler) probably wouldn\rquote t wish to be so (invisible) either.\par \tab Soooooo, the quick exit would have to be nixed. It meant the return to where they had come. Somehow. If that was possible. If not, fuck it, so they\rquote d be invisible the rest of their lives, what of it!? \par \tab He then wondered if the being invisible WAS for the rest of his life, maybe it was only temporary? Maybe. Not likely, but maybe. If it WAS temporary, then he\rquote d have to act fast and get transportation.\par \par \tab Outside there was a small gathering of peoples, most of the bikers had left leaving the regular folk to mingle with Ma & Pa and the business of a barbeque. It was getting late, cooling off. Jake checked over the various vehicles but ultimately set his eyes on one in particular. He had always admired them before, but knew that he would probably never-ever have one as they were kinda pricey.\par \tab A Hummer. A HumVee to be exact, wide body, big tires, heavy metal, excellent off-road use and trendy elsewhere. It was an awful color, though, a dull yellow. But it was parked aways from the other vehicles by the furthest tree.\par \tab Jake noted, though--that though his BODY was invisible--the clothes he wore weren\rquote t. he noted this in the bathroom. It was like those goofy sci-fi shows he had watched, the Invisible Man and whatever. So he ditched the clothes and went nakedly about after all.\par \tab He started to go out the backdoor and make for the Hummer, but then\'85\par \tab His tummy growled. What he had snacked on in the store room was just that--a snack. He required more and the barbeque that was commencing certainly was too much to ignore and pass up.\page\tab He made his way into the restaurant/store body, a few diners were dinning, the kitchen had a cook, there was a tall teen waitress that if a big rig truck should hit her face it would be an improvement!\par \tab A little shy and a lot concerned that any moment he would lose his invisibility he helped himself to some soda, then grabbed a muffin and finally eased into the cooking area. \par \tab Fried chicken, meatloaf, corn-on-the-cob and side dishes were all readily available. Jake helped himself and pigged out. He felt really facetious and took a quick whiz into the boiling chili. He thought of taking a dump into the pot, but canceled masturbated into the tarter sauce\'85\par \par \tab Jake wasn\rquote t the only one interested in the Hummer, three kids were milling about, too. One Jake had already seen, the boy from the bathroom. The other two were girls, approx. ten or eleven or so. Nice ones, too.\par \tab The kids seemed to be \ldblquote up to something.\rdblquote they were kids, it was what kids do. Jake got closer and learned the kiddies were planning a \ldblquote joy ride.\rdblquote the girls were egging/encouraging the boy to do it. He had the keys.\par \tab The boy was no more then fourteen years young. Apparently, he had boasted on his ability to drive, the vehicle was his \ldblquote uncle\rquote s\rdblquote ride. The girls were family friends and friends to one another.\par \tab\ldblquote Drake\rdblquote was having cold feet. Finally, he opened the door and the girls piled in. Jake smiled, watching as the boy took careful aim of the girls\rquote hinnies. \par \tab\ldblquote Slide over.\rdblquote Jake said to Drake.\par \tab The boy was stunned and whirled about, tumbling over the center console and nearly landing into the floorboard of the passenger seat. The girls were too giddy at the moment to realize a problem.\par \tab\ldblquote Sit down, buckle in, and shut up!\rdblquote said an unseen voice.\par \tab\ldblquote Oh my God!\rdblquote blurted one of the girls.\par \tab All three saw the key go into the ignition, turn, and the gear selector engaged to Drive. Then the mighty puke yellow mammoth behemoth moved slowly onto the road. Jake checked the mirrors to see if anyone was giving chase, and to see if he had a \ldblquote reflection.\rdblquote\par \tab He didn\rquote t.\par \tab\ldblquote Are we being kidnapped!?\rdblquote piped up one of the girls.\par \tab\ldblquote Yeppers!\rdblquote replied the unseen voice.\par \tab\ldblquote We\rquote re under mind control, huh?\rdblquote asked Drake.\par \tab\ldblquote You got it.\rdblquote sure, why not.\par \tab\ldblquote Cool!\rdblquote piped one of the girls.\par \tab Cool?\par \tab\ldblquote See? I told you it could happen to us!\rdblquote quipped the scrawny smaller younger girl, Trisha. Her friend Kasey was shocked, but not alarmed. Boy friend Drake was stunned, but also not alarmed.\par \tab\ldblquote W-who are you?\rdblquote Drake asked of the invisible operator with \ldblquote mind controlling\rdblquote powers.\par \tab\ldblquote A bad dream.\rdblquote snapped back Jake.\par \tab\ldblquote Are you gonna--\rdblquote Kasey didn\rquote t finish but Jake knew what she meant.\par \tab\ldblquote Oh, I might.\rdblquote \par \tab The girls grew a little solemn, thinking about being \ldblquote raped\rdblquote or sexually mistreated or kidnapped for sexual purposes was one thing--it actually happening was kind of another.\par \tab\ldblquote Actually,\rdblquote spoke up the invisible driver, \ldblquote I\rquote m not really going to mess with you, unless you force me to.\rdblquote\par \tab The kids didn\rquote t get the message.\par \tab\ldblquote Right now I\rquote m on for something else.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote I\rquote m looking for a road, I\rquote ve got some friends stuck--someplace and I\rquote ve got to get to them.\rdblquote\par \tab The heavy duty off-road supreme truck zoomed up to 60 and then cruised into 70, then as they came to a long sweeping turn he slowed to 50. \par \tab\ldblquote There\rquote s a road off from this one, going out into the desert.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Want us to help you look for it?\rdblquote queried Trisha.\par \tab\ldblquote Yes, I would.\rdblquote \par \tab It was a strange relationship but all three stuck their faces to the windows and looked for a \lquote desert road.\rquote\par \par \tab The area/territory was way unfamiliar to Jake. He hadn\rquote t paid much attention if any when he and Skyler had come chasing after Ghash. He remembered the long sweeping turn in the road, a long dip and a slight hill. Thereafter he didn\rquote t remember.\par \tab A good rock CD was in the CD player, Jake cranked it and scanned the desert.\par \par The \ldblquote A\rdblquote List\par \tab It came to a point whereas a LIST had to be created. If every girl encountered was a possible potential fuck--he\rquote s dick would wear out before he was in high school! He had to have limits. \page\tab So, a List was enacted. It included several girls he knew, and others he only knew by name. He didn\rquote t know for sure if for certain he could actually peg every girl on the List, it was quite a list, but he was willing to give a good try. (he just hoped his cock would hold!)\par \tab Sally Anne Rogers was on his List. And he had come to the conclusion that maybe there should be like an \ldblquote A\rdblquote list and a \ldblquote B\rdblquote list, girls who he HAD to fuck, and girls he would mind fucking; girls who were cute, girls who were too damn cute for their own good, and so on and so forth.\par \tab Sally Anne Rogers was slowly eased into the unused maintenance room. The door was locked and a few rags was stuffed at the bottom door sill so as to not allow any light be seen. Thereafter Tray stood and checked Sally Anne over. She was definitely on his \ldblquote A\rdblquote List, for several reasons: she was cute was number one, bubbly personality, sweet, and acknowledged his existence on the Earth.\par \tab She was very trim, slim, small in body size--and had small palm sized titties, too. Tray was cool with that, \ldblquote more than a handful\rdblquote was a waste. Slowly he ran his hands over the still girl. His cock was near bursting out of his pants. He held back, though, smiling and fully engulfing the girl into his mind. \par \tab He held her, in a hug. Patting her ass and rubbing her backside before kissing her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Her ass he held more firmly, squeezing and squeezing, slipping his hand inside her pants and going for the ass crack.\par \tab With that done, he undone the girl\rquote s shirt, she wore a plaid ten-jillion button shirt. But she was way cute, way cute. Dimples, bright eyes, a sweet person all around. Tray couldn\rquote t wait to find out if she was a virgin\'85\par \tab Beings as it was lunch time, he could take his time. Sally\rquote s shirt was dropped off and then her bra. He stared at her titties. They WERE quite small, but still delectable just the same. To each one he sucked, nipped the nipple and dug his finger into the girl\rquote s crotch, her pussy.\par \tab And it was soon rightly discovered Sally was NOT a virgin, but her young cunny was still quite tight and therefore not a slut. Her jeans were nice and tight and slowly they were eased down to her ankles. Powder blue panties, hi-cut. Tray once more hugged the girl, embracing her and loving her. His tongue again dwelled inside her mouth while his hands dwelled inside her panties squeezing ass flesh.\page\tab This soon led to her powder blue undies being slid down, and then off. Her ass was seated onto an old desk and parted her legs. The lighting in the room was not too good, but Tray didn\rquote t mind, he gazed upon the fur pie with delight.\par \tab Sally Anne had reddish brown hair, top AND bottom. There wasn\rquote t a lot of fur on the \lquote pie\rquote , Tray examined it with eye and finger and then with tongue. The Voice in his head no longer having to forcefully encourage him, he was willing.\par \tab He closed his eyes and let his tongue dance about the naked poon, his fingers dwelling all over, drinking in the soft supple skin through his exploring fingers.\par \tab The Voice in his head dwelled into the girl\rquote s mind. Who had she spread her legs for?\par \tab An older brother, naturally. He was only \ldblquote older\rdblquote by three years. She had often seen him in what appeared to be near agony as he jerked off, and then seemed to be better when he was \ldblquote done.\rdblquote\par \tab Sally was at the age whereupon her own cunny demanded an occasional fingering. She knew the sensations she got must be similar to those her brother, Tom, was getting. She didn\rquote t, though, understand the agony bit.\par \tab So, through listening to friends\rquote gossip (about sex) books, tv, and so on she figured her brother was in \ldblquote need.\rdblquote Something about \ldblquote blue balls\rdblquote if he didn\rquote t have \ldblquote sex\rdblquote his balls were going to blow up.\par \tab Sally wasn\rquote t sure if that was true or not, but she knew lots of girls who had horny boys in similar situations. And since it was about the \ldblquote age\rdblquote where this sort of odd phenomenon happened--she had to further conclude it had to have some validity to it.\par \tab Sally\rquote s brother didn\rquote t have a girlfriend, so he had to resort to jerking off. It was not as good as actually engaging in sex with a girl. Sally hated seeing her brother in agony. Unlike many other brother and sister relationships, Sally and her brother had a good one. They helped one another with social and personal issues, did things for one another and were good to one another. They were, too, normal in the respects that they DID bicker--but no fighting or going out of their way to get the other in trouble.\par \tab Soooooo, Sally Anne gave in. How it happened was a little vague and not that interesting to the Voice in Tray\rquote s head, all that mattered was the good part, where Sally and her brother were naked and engaged in sibling sex.\page\tab Sally had spread her legs for her bro twice. Three other times she let him poke his way into her asshole. She gave him hand jobs in between times and once had SUCKED him. The taste of his spunk was unappealing and she doubted she would do it again.\par \tab Tray eased his own bone into the girl\rquote s poon, the sensations flowed and the Voice in Tray\rquote s head reeled. It was super! Tray eased himself all the way in, sucked on some titty, and began to steadily pump.\par \tab\lquote Nice and slow, Little Dude, nice and slow.\rquote cooed the Voice.\par \par \tab And then there was a two-fer. He had \ldblquote almost\rdblquote had them earlier on, but had been interrupted and nothing really serious had happened. Now was different, now he had them in a store room behind the main store room of the cafeteria. Stephanie Howard and Shawnra Biggins. Shawnra was twelve, Stephanie was \ldblquote almost\rdblquote twelve. Both were cute, damn cute. Beyond cute. They warmed his balls and strengthened his cock--and gave young Tray a reason to live!\par \tab Both Steph and Shawnra were going to turn out to be very beautiful girls, if they kept their trim figures--and tight pussies! Tray didn\rquote t mess around too much and eased Stephanie down onto a undusted table. He marveled at her a moment or two at the near unconscious girl, watched her breath then slowly lowered his pants\'85\par \par \tab Stephanie\rquote s light blue panties with white daises he tucked into the pocket of his pants. His cock was sore, aching. The Voice in his head reeled in the completed deed, as well. Both needed a moment to themselves (before proceeding to Shawnra\'85)\par \tab Stephanie\rquote s snatch had not been virginal, but she wasn\rquote t a slut about it, either. The Voice in Tray\rquote s head peeked and saw that Stephanie had lost her virginity to a cousin she loved. Just once. She gave hand jobs and let the boy suck on her titties and finger her pussy. But that was it.\par \tab A box of paper towels nearby Tray used to clean himself off as well as Steph\rquote s cunt. He seemed somewhat fascinated with the girl, he had her totally naked and loved on her while \ldblquote resting.\rdblquote\par \tab\lquote Hey, I was wondering something.\rquote Tray spoke up to the Voice in his head\rquote\par \tab\lquote Yeah, what?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Well, so far you\rquote ve made it so as I can be with two girls at once,\rquote\par \tab\lquote Yeah, so?\rdblquote And?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Well, I-I was just wondering if you could do more?\rquote\page\tab\lquote Yeah, anyone one, or two you want.\rquote\par \tab\lquote No, I meant MORE than two--\rquote\par \tab\lquote Oh.\rquote then, \lquote You mean more than TWO at a time?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Yes.\rquote\par \tab\lquote Hmmmm.\rquote\par \par \tab He didn\rquote t about more than two at a time, he didn\rquote t even know about the ones he COULD do. It all made very little sense to him actually. But he wasn\rquote t about to buck the system--or whatever the hell it was, he was \ldblquote going with the flow\rdblquote regardless. It felt good!\par \tab Shawnra Biggins was a virgin--inasmuch as concerns to her pussy and asshole. Her hand and mouth, however, were quite active! Handjobs and blowjobs. Not often, she was cutting back after a close friend of hers was also into such \ldblquote jobs\rdblquote got gonorrhea in the throat!\par \tab Tray eased himself into the girl, after tongue lashing her cunny getting it nice a wet. She was NOT a true blond, blond hair on her head--dark hair betwixt her legs! It was a lovely snatch, though, Tray marveled at it. Although a girl\rquote s cunt was really not that different from another girl\rquote s cunt, there was some differences.\par \tab The Voice in Tray\rquote s head saw a flash of the little girl from the park, and Tray\rquote s sister Gabby--their bald unfucked/touched pussies. It was then that Tray HAD to mount Shawnra and \ldblquote do her\rdblquote lest he bust!\par \tab Virgin busting was the thing. It was super tight and then eased up a little after the initial penetration. Shawnra\rquote s legs parted on instinct and Tray humped madly unable to control himself.\par \tab He didn\rquote t really care for the blood, especially broken pussy blood, it was gross. Really gross. Especially when it coated his cock and balls and inner thighs.\par \tab After suckling on the girl\rquote s titties and fully emptying his tool splooge, he wiped the girl down and redressed her, minus her panties. He had begun to collect the panties of the girls he was nailing. With an indelible ink pen marker he jotted down the girl\rquote s name just inside the hem. A swath up the girl\rquote s cunt crack to capture the essence and he was good.\par \par \tab Best friend Shaun. The boy had gotten busted coming home \ldblquote stoned.\rdblquote Luckily, though, (for Tray) Shaun didn\rquote t rat out Tray about the \ldblquote stash\rdblquote and being smashed. He claimed he merely found it at the park and got high on his own. His parents didn\rquote t believe him and grounded him, along with busting his ass--repeatedly.\page\tab Tray suddenly went a little stiff, in his mind flashed something disturbing. The Voice in his head saw it and was aware of it. He had wondered why the fuck the boy hadn\rquote t brought it up before?\par \tab Mr. Woodward. The first day the Voice had occupied his mind Tray had gotten in trouble, was in detention after school, and spanked--bare ass spanked and fingered out by Mr. Woodward!\par \tab\lquote Uh, Little Dude?\rquote \par \tab\ldblquote Tray, hey, Dude, you alright?\rdblquote\par \tab Tray gulped, sweated, and felt his ass stinging.\par \tab\lquote Can you do something about him?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Uh, who? You friend there or--\rquote\par \tab\lquote Woodward, yeah, him.\rquote\par \tab\lquote Uhm, probably.\rquote then, \lquote What would you like to happen?\rquote\par \tab\lquote I dunno, does it matter?\rquote\par \tab\lquote No, not really--you want revenge, retribution, exposure?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Exposure?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Yeah, like catching the fuck in the act of molesting you.\rquote\par \tab Tray wasn\rquote t so sure about that, he didn\rquote t want to be the one in the picture.\par \tab\lquote Well, I\rquote m sure you\rquote re probably not the only boy he\rquote s fooling with.\rquote\par \tab\lquote That\rquote s true.\rquote\par \tab\lquote We\rquote ll work on it.\rquote\par \par \tab In the meantime, Tray got Shaun alone in a storage room at their school, got him naked, bent him over, and boffed him. The Voice desired it and Tray obliged. Shaun was oblivious.\par \tab\lquote Finger his hole!\rquote The Voice cried out, \lquote grab his balls and tug them thru his legs.\rquote followed by, \lquote lick his crack!\rquote as well as \lquote put hickies on his cheeks!\rquote The Voice was in his glory.\par \par \pard\nowidctlpar\qc *\par \pard\nowidctlpar\par \tab Skyler worried about Jake--inasmuch as Jake worried about Skyler. Skyler, though, thought surely his pal Jake was done for. But not entirely. There was a glimmer of thought that Jake had \ldblquote gone someplace else\rdblquote and couldn\rquote t get back. But he wasn\rquote t sure. He wasn\rquote t of anything, it was all just a little too fucking weird.\page\tab He curious (damn curious) about what was playing in his head. He didn\rquote t understand what it was all about. Tray was a City Boy, Skyler was a small town country boy who had dwelled a time or two in a mid-size city, but nothing bigger than 8,000 peoples.\par \tab The character Tray was definitely in a BIG city. Inner city. Skyler wondered and wondered--he tended to believe that he had somehow tapped into some spirit or some transmission or something! (He also tended to believe it could be psychosis.) It could be nothing, could be a sign of having a serious fucked up mind.\par \tab And he also noted that he seemed to no longer need the Contraptions. Was that a good thing?\par \par \tab Crystal, Blake, Paul, Suzanne, Kim, Lindsy, Michelle. He didn\rquote t know where Jake had gone, maybe it was a one-way passage and he \ldblquote couldn\rquote t\rdblquote get back. Maybe it was a dead-end. For a while Skyler sat in the cave entrance of the shimmering silvery pool. The odd creature had backed up into the shadows, only when Skyler moved out to the rim of the pool did the creature make a slow presence. Skyler assumed then he was a guardian or something. Or something.\par \tab Twice Sky returned to the other cave\rquote s opening--hoping beyond hopes that the \ldblquote scene\rdblquote would change. But it didn\rquote t. The green wheat remained forever a constant. It was edible and that was a plus.\par \tab The water in the first cave was good, there were succulent tubers in the pool and that was good. But apparently, the only way out was in the Guardian\rquote s cave.\par \tab So, in a way--it wasn\rquote t all that bad. They had food, water, and shelter.\par \tab \par \tab Crystal gave him a long hard stare--which only made him nervous; was his \ldblquote power\rdblquote over her working. She was already naked--he licked his lips and was apprehensive. Without the Contraptions he felt odd and unsure about doing anything narly. But he strongly felt that he had \ldblquote minding\rdblquote powers, like Forrest. Somehow the powers of the Contraptions had transferred to his noggin.\par \tab\lquote Lay down.\rquote\par \tab Crystal stared at him a bit more, then slowly scooted to be in a more horizontal position. Skyler stared back at her. He didn\rquote t know if he was really \ldblquote connecting\rdblquote with her--or what. The other kids were about, the twin sisters together, the boys together--watching. Skyler really wished his pal (Jake) was with him\'85\page\tab But Jake wasn\rquote t. Jake was bouncing down a dusty dirty poof dirt rain rutted desert road. But the big suspension in the barrowed Hummer lessoned the effects of being bounced to death. It sorta kinda looked like the same road, but Jake wasn\rquote t sure.\par \tab Not until make a long turn and coming up on a small hill; then, a few miles out there was the great outcropping of boulders--the only prominent object in the desert for miles. Jake closed his eyes and hoped that finding his pal Skyler was \ldblquote just down the road.\rdblquote\par \tab He didn\rquote t like being separated from his buddy, they were pals and a \ldblquote set\rdblquote item. And there was more, Jake feared for Skyler--and knew Skyler was fearing for him. Jake floored the Hummer and literally flew over the desert.\par \par \tab At the great bunch of boulders (and the hidden hellish mine within) Jake brought the hummer of a Hummer to a stop just behind the mine entrance. Just as he had done so with Forrest\rquote s SUV. It was hot out and still. The three aloof joyriding tag-alongs waited. All three had been very aware of the news--the sexual deviancy explosion seething thru the land and yea the world (as a whole.)\par \tab They had sorta kinda awaited their turn.\par \tab They were sorta kinda--willing!\par \tab Jake, though, was on a different scheme of things (for the moment) and had no time for frolic. Not yet anyways. Out of the truck he scurried, taking the keys either out of instinct, habit, or mindset that the kids might take off leaving him stranded.\par \tab He stood at the mine\rquote s entrance, a small breath of foul putrid air washed his face. He closed his eyes. How many? How many had Ghash dumped down the shaft, and that other mine shaft elsewhere? And were there others? \par \tab After a moment he slipped inside.\par \tab Amazingly the putrid odor wasn\rquote t so bad. Maybe he was getting used to it. It was dark, though, damn dark. Only a few feet in could he see, the light of day streaming in from the entrance. He wasn\rquote t about to go any further, especially around the corner to the where the mine shaft actually was.\par \tab Slowly he eased back outside. \par \tab It all looked the same. Not what he was hoping for. He wrinkled his nose, farted, and stepped back to the Hummer. Drake was outside, peeing on the desert. The girls were still inside, the windows down.\page\tab\ldblquote Alright,\rdblquote Jake piped, \ldblquote everybody inside.\rdblquote \lquote too damn hot out here.\rquote\par \tab The trio of kinda willing kids ambled around the big cluster of boulders and scrunched their way inside. It was cooler, but stinky. It took a while for the kids to get used to (sort of) the horrible pungent odor.\par \tab\ldblquote What\rquote s that smell?\rdblquote asked eleven year old Trisha.\par \tab\ldblquote You don\rquote t wanna know.\rdblquote said Jake. He sighed and told the group to take a squat by the wall-- \ldblquote And don\rquote t move!\rdblquote he warned. He then eased down into the darkness of the cave, around the corner and disappearing completely.\par \par \tab His search for the lantern failed him. He found other things that spooked him. He found shredded clothes, a survival knife, and Ghash\rquote s handheld cattle motivator! That was a plus! \tab\par \tab As he scrambled about more and more, he knew he was getting closer and closer to the mine shaft. He also knew that he was disorientated and kinda lost--losing sight of where in relation was he to the cave tunnel. It was pitch stinking black where he was. Not good--no, not good at all.\par \tab He did find a flashlight--that was laying just inches from the rotting wood frame of the 5 by 5 open mine shaft. The batteries were not so new but DID provide enough light to see fairly well by, AND let him find the lantern. It had been toppled and the glass busted, but there was still fuel within and with the ever popular handy-dandy cigarette lighter from his pocket--Let there be light!\par \par \tab\ldblquote Alright, new game plan.\rdblquote Jake told the three joyriders, \ldblquote It\rquote s called \ldblquote You do exactly as I say when I say it and you wont get hurt.\rdblquote and he flicked to life the handheld cattle motivator.\par \tab Trisha and twelve year old Kasey jumped as the electricity arched and made its impressive noise. Jake squatted and looked to the apprehensive Drake. There was the need to get out and follow the road and find Skyler and the others--but there, too, was always time for naughtiness. Always.\par \tab\ldblquote You two,\rdblquote Jake said to the girls, \ldblquote take off his clothes.\rdblquote\par \tab Drake and the girls shot their eyes open wide, mouths agape, minds a-blank. Trisha then pursed her lips and rolled her eyes. Jake having no real \ldblquote minding\rdblquote abilities, flicked the switch on the cattle prod and the girls got on their knees, flanking their friend.\par \tab Fourteen year old Drake didn\rquote t know what to do.\page\tab There was the presence of mind that he should stop the girls and defend them and do something about the perpetrator. But then again\'85\par Why risk endangerment?\par \tab Drake stood up close to the wall looking down as Trisha and Kasey flanked him and began undoing his pants first. He wore simple jeans and simple underwear. The girls with nervous nimble fingers tugged his clothes down, he didn\rquote t get \ldblquote stiff\rdblquote until they had got his underwear down to his knees.\par \tab The girls stared at Drake\rquote s stiffening member.\par \tab\ldblquote Have you seen one before?\rdblquote Jake asked the girls.\par \tab Trisha gulped and the corners of her lips quivered. She at first shook her head subtly that she hadn\rquote t. but she had. Kasey had, too. Trisha finally nodded that an older brother often whipped his cock out on her and stroked off. She never told on him, well--she did when she was younger, much younger. Then, as she got older she didn\rquote t anymore. (the boy often got his ass beat (bare assed and bare handed) by their mother for such antics) but he still persisted.\par \tab Little boys she babysat for she saw their little wieners and it was no big deal. She had seen boys at her school pissing on the wall behind the gym--five boys in a row peeing. It was a distant look and nothing up close.\par \tab Kasey had a boyfriend and a cousin expose themselves to her, at first by accident while camping and hiking. Then, as Kasey seemed to be amused and/or curious, the boys whipped out their cocks more often. But nothing more than that and Kasey did nothing.\par \tab\ldblquote I want ONE of you to take his cock and play with it, stroke it--tug it tight, handle it.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote I want the other of you to fondle his balls.\rdblquote\par \tab The instructions were received, but took a few minutes to decipher and put into action. Drake stood numb.\par \tab Trisha did the stroking and tugging of Drake\rquote s drake, Kasey fondled his hairy testicles and both girls (on their own) smoothed their hands over the boy\rquote s bare ass.\par \tab\ldblquote Now, one of you KISS the head of his dick.\rdblquote\par \tab The girls gulped, Drake gulped. Mouths fell open and eyes blinked.\par \tab The putrid smell of the hidden mine was gobbled up by the funky light from the old lantern. Without the glass to shield the blasting light it had to be set on the ground and shielded by rocks and tin to provide sufficient light without blinding everyone.\page\tab Trisha leaned it tugging the skin of Drake\rquote s dong down to the base tight. With eyes closed she kissed the tip of his glistening dick. Drake was stunned. He was also a virgin and was only a mild masturbator, but a heavy luster.\par \tab He admitted under duress that he DID hump the bed, he HAD snagged panties from where he and his mom washed their clothes at the landromat--and he DID lust after virtually ever girl he knew in his social.\par \tab Kasey got the task of not only KISSING Drake\rquote s drake, but putting the head of his organ into her mouth and sucking it. \ldblquote Roll your tongue about the crown.\rdblquote she was told.\par \tab Nervously (and how) Kasey did so.\par \tab Kasey wasn\rquote t so big on the deed, Trisha didn\rquote t seem to mind.\par \tab Both girls sucked Drake\rquote s dragon, sucking on the head led to tantalizing the sensitive crown and then a brief stint of sucking on the shaft itself before full engulfment that was sucking.\par \tab Each girl fondled the boy\rquote s balls as she sucked as well as ran her hands about the boy\rquote s ass. Drake stood in utter amazement. His mind was blank and he was stunned.\par \tab The blowjob was, of course, only the beginning.\par \tab Drake didn\rquote t cum, but he was close. He sweated and stood with a terrific boner raging hard. \par \tab\ldblquote Alrighty, then--\rdblquote drawled Jake, he popped his neck and stifled a fart bubble as he wasn\rquote t too sure it was just air, \ldblquote it\rquote s YOUR turn.\rdblquote he addressed Drake and Drake was perplexed. As was the girls.\par \tab\ldblquote You, stand up.\rdblquote Trisha was told. Kasey was told to lay down.\par \tab Drake then was indicated that HE was to take the girls\rquote clothes off--starting with Trisha. Trisha gulped and appeared a little nervous. She clenched her fist and waited.\par \tab Drake was nervous, as well--but the horny hard-on scamp went to his knees (to hell with shirts, huh?) Down came Trisha\rquote s off-pink britches, capris. They slid down easily enough and she wore a light shade of pink undies with dark pink trim. (and a caricature of a fuzzy bear on the front) \par \tab Drake paused a moment, \ldblquote Go on.\rdblquote said the teen with the Motivator.\par \tab Drake sighed, looked up to Trisha and she seemed to convey to him, \ldblquote It\rquote s okay, g\rquote head.\rdblquote\par \tab And so Drake did, he slid Trisha\rquote s undies down and stared eyeball to hairless twat of Trisha Davis.\page\tab At eleven she should have a nice layer of poon pie hair.\par \tab She didn\rquote t. She shaved it. She liked the feeling of her pussy skin. She was an avid masturbator--even moreso than boys! Drake, though, didn\rquote t know the difference. He gazed at the bald poon and then Trisha was told to \ldblquote turn about.\rdblquote\par \tab When she did, Drake was told to \ldblquote give it a lick.\rdblquote\par \tab Drake pried the girl\rquote s cheeks open and began tongue lashing Trisha\rquote s crack then tonguing her hole. Neither were too much into that sort of thing, it was gross and strange. Really strange.\par \tab But Drake\rquote s drake remained all the more hard.\par \tab \par \tab Kasey had a nice bush. A flat layer of lovely light brown poon pie hair. She was a virgin. Sorta. She was not as much of an avid fingerbanger as was Trisha, but she DID get friendly with some vegetables!\par \tab Drake and Trisha stared at her, Trisha was keen on the notion of getting it on with cukes and zukes, but to Drake it was an eye opener. Kasey was embarrassed and was beginning to show some emotions over the whole ordeal.\par \tab\ldblquote Lay die.\rdblquote quipped Jake.\par \tab Nervously albeit timidly Kasey laid down. The flickering of the kerosene lamp gave an odd ambience to the scene--Kasey\rquote s nude body was alluring. She breathed heavy but it couldn\rquote t be helped. Her lovely young mounds were--lovely! Drake\rquote s drake was even more pronounced than it had been before.\par \tab\ldblquote Go down on her.\rdblquote \par \tab Drake gulped and blinked his eyes staring at Kasey. Kasey gripped handfuls of cold dirt. Her neck muscles tightened and she stared up. Drake finally \ldblquote went down\rdblquote pressing his face to the girl\rquote s cunny. \par \tab Kasey shuddered all over, bit into her lower lip, gulped, and bulged her eyes. \lquote Holy shit!\rquote was etched all over her young face.\par \tab Drake had never noshed on a girl\rquote s cunt. He had heard about it and was curious about it, but hadn\rquote t done it. Kasey\rquote s poon was a little musty and stank of urine; it was slippery and slick and a totally new experience for him.\par \tab He liked it!\par \tab And it was very different from Trisha\rquote s twat--the pubic pie covering.\par \tab Drake licked like a pro. His tongue flicked all over the glistening \ldblquote lips\rdblquote and delved into the \ldblquote inner\rdblquote recesses. He seemed to like it--a lot!\page\tab The critical point came and Drake WAS. \par \tab\ldblquote Stick it in her, Dude!\rdblquote\par \tab Kasey clutched up more dirt and braced for the \ldblquote sticking.\rdblquote\par \tab Drake mounted, dragging his hard schlong against the girl\rquote s quivering cunny. She parted her legs, bit down harder on her lower lip and Drake began entering her.\par \par Wicked is as Wicked Does\par \tab Tray, too, was \ldblquote entering\rdblquote a quivering pussy. Denise Batcherly. She was a hotty. A real hotty, a cheerleader hotty. She ruled the world in Tray\rquote s loins, he lusted heavily after her. There were many-many choices, but Denise Batcherly was top-notch.\par \tab She was already twelve years young and her top half was impressive, almost as much as her bottom half. Her breasts bounced nicely inside whatever type of top she wore, and her face--OH! It was a face that would make an Angel jealous.\par \tab Then there was the bottom half--her front and back were wondrous and pleasing to the eye. Usually she sported about in jeans of various styles and types, designer brand and off-brand. She never wore shorts when a nice short skirt would do.\par \tab With the invading inhabitant \ldblquote Voice\rdblquote occupying Tray\rquote s noggin giving him amazing powers over others--Tray sought out girls who were on a secretive \ldblquote list\rdblquote of his. Denise Batcherly was on such a list. The top five of 25 girls he would most likely like to fuck or be extremely naughty with but would probably most likely never would--had it not been for the Voice.\par \tab Despite her prettiness and extreme popularity, Denise Batcherly was NOT a slut. She was a virgin. The Voice tried to peek into the girl\rquote s mind and see her \ldblquote secrets.\rdblquote Tried. There were flashes of light and the Voice had to stop.\par \tab Tray didn\rquote t stop, either. He had Denise naked and was pumping into her virgin cunny. They were in the store room of the school, it was as good as place as any. \par \tab Denise was waking up. She was confused and waking up from her mind stupor. Tray felt ill, a strange illness he couldn\rquote t shake or understand. It was like seasickness but ten times as bad. He suddenly felt \ldblquote detached\rdblquote from his young host and it was like floundering in a turbulent sea and he was trying to reach a life preserver but was floating further and further away.\page\tab Like lightning, there was a sharp brilliant flash of light. Then a new feeling there was, kind of familiar--kind of frightening. He could see young Tray putting it to his classmate. He could see the dirty seldom used utility/storage room. He could see Denise Batcherly \ldblquote coming around.\rdblquote\par \tab Skyler-the Voice was no longer in Tray\rquote s noggin!\par \par \tab\lquote Dude, are you alright?\rquote\par \tab It was a valid question. The Voice, though, had no idea. He felt kinda strange--disenchanted. Something was wrong, but he wasn\rquote t sure what it was--IF it was. Maybe it was a progression or something, an evolution of some kind.\par \tab Was that a good thing?\par \tab When cognitive self awareness returned--sort of, the Voice put the brakes on Denise Batcherly\rquote s self awareness. She succumbed rather easily and that was good. Tray sat up, his cock dripping cum popping out of the girl\rquote s poon.\par \tab\lquote Dude, y-you still there?\rquote he asked.\par \tab\lquote I don\rquote t know.\rquote\par \tab Tray was sunk, \lquote Oh man!\rquote\par \tab\lquote Don\rquote t worry, Little Dude,\rquote the Voice cooed, \lquote I may not be a part of you anymore, but I\rquote m still here.\rquote (\lquote I think.\rquote )\par \tab Tray lay on Denise to finish up, suckling on her titties and humping into her pussy fully enjoying the full effect that was humping. The Voice felt as if he could \ldblquote move\rdblquote , more to the point--float. He floated about at some sort of angle. He didn\rquote t know what had happened or how--or what was GOING to happen.\par \par Presence of Mind\par \tab His mind was cloudy--to say the least. There were bouts of sickness, seasickness. His head felt light at times and there was mostly the feeling of being ansy. There was nothing to, there was the Guardian creep in the shimmering pool room and vast nothingness outside the cave.\par \tab On the upside, when he wasn\rquote t feeling ill, there was Crystal, Blake, Paul, Suzanne, Kim, and the twins to mess with. He hadn\rquote t messed with the group too much, his mind was--was--unexplainable. He fretted about their situation. It wasn\rquote t exactly dire, but it was far from the norm. If Jake was still with him he would care even less!\par \tab But Jake was gone. Either drowned at the bottom of the shimmering pool or trapped in another bizarre world or home.\page\tab Home.\par \tab Skyler cocked his head. If HE were Jake, he would think Jake would be doing all he could to get back. And if he could get back thru via the shimmering pool he would have done so by now. And since he hadn\rquote t, he would find another way.\par \tab Another way.\par \tab Skyler nodded, if it were him, he go back--all the way back to the beginning of where it had begun--out in the desert at the hidden mine at those boulders where Ghash had been. From there it would be a simple thing of retracing the steps, following the road to the thrashed out stranded SUV.\par \tab Skyler went out of the cave and stared back the way they had come.\par \tab Nothing.\par \tab He sighed.\par \tab He cussed lightly under his breath, cocked/popped his head, farted, and pissed on the ground. After returning to where the others were and being in a sort of foul mood, and having shagged Crystal recently, he looked to eleven year old Suzanne Wong. \par \tab Suzanne was cute, they all were cute. All girls were cute. Skyler really wished his pal Jake was with him; with water and food and available controllable poontang, all was good--what else did they need?\par \tab It just wasn\rquote t the same, though, without Jake. He also worried still about Forrest. What had become of him? \par \par Dark Passages\par \tab Smooth walls. Cold smooth walls. Steel walls. Steel walls and floors and ceiling. No lights, though. There was, however, circulating air. And a hum. A dull drone of a hum coming from somewhere unknown. The darkness was so great that the eyes were unable to adjust. \par \tab Another pulsing yellowish light there came to be, slowly Forrest and Dustin advanced feeling their way along until coming to the light. Pressing \ldblquote activated\rdblquote a whoosing door (again). Inside was a dull light. It was a room, a square room much like an elevator. It was not smooth walled, there was duct work, piping, and such as the like to give the thought of serious machinery construction at work.\par \tab\ldblquote We going in?\rdblquote whispered Dustin.\par \tab Forrest didn\rquote t know. He held fast and continued to give the \ldblquote elevator\rdblquote the once over and determined that it was NOT an elevator, but something else. \page\tab Directly at the rear wall there was a visible \ldblquote seam.\rdblquote In the center was something like a locking mechanism. There, too, was an \ldblquote offline\rdblquote panel, a LCD screen housed in a brass-like square housing. A small panel was below it with a funky dial-inside-a-dial tumbler.\par \tab He was curious but knew it was dangerous.\par \tab He debated and fretted and finally entered within the small elevator-like cubicle. Dustin came along, too. Might as well.\par \par \tab Giving the tumbler-dial a twist did nothing.\par \tab Pressing on the blank LCD screen did. The screen flickered to life but was hazy and vague. There seemed to be numbers and letters, something of a keyboard and a number/numerical pad along with colored icons.\par \tab Then a garbled voice in a male tone of some force and \ldblquote weight\rdblquote spoke in an unknown language but Forrest assumed it was asking for a \ldblquote password.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Fuck if I know.\rdblquote he said aloud.\par \tab The LCD screen flickered and blanked out, then flickered back to life.\par \tab Musical-like tones were heard and on the electronically hazy screen on the numerical keypad--lights flickered through the numbers and the locking mechanism to the other door released. The LCD screen flickered off and the door opened.\par \par \tab Dull yellowish light there was, cool air--a little stale, and a more seriousness to the \ldblquote hum.\rdblquote Beyond the door was a narrow hallway with two rooms left and right.\par \tab On the right was a bathroom. A large bathroom having urinals and toilets in private stalls. A long wall of mirrors and basins. Wash clothes and towels that were dyed/colored green were stacked neatly at each basin. The floor was clean and no one was about. There was more to the bathroom, it was one of those utility bathrooms that was also a shower/locker room.\par \tab A bank of lockers there was just beyond the first room, fifteen lockers. A funky odd mechanical locking mechanism there was to secure the lockers. More neatly stacked towels, soap, and what was guessed to be shampoo.\par \tab Across the hall was another bathroom-locker room minus the urinals.\par \tab Ah. Male & Female diversity.\page\tab Proceeding down the short narrow hallway they came to a crossways.\par \tab Written on the wall before them was a foreign language. Again, it reminded Forrest of the Russian language. He doubted, though, that it WAS Russian. (although it could very well be so\'85)\par \tab\ldblquote Left or Right?\rdblquote Forrest asked.\par \tab Dustin didn\rquote t know, did it matter?\par \tab They went left. The lettering of the Cyrillic archaic word(s) was in blue. Was that significant? Because at the end of the hall \ldblquote left\rdblquote there came a door (with another malfunctioning LCD screen/panel) that with the utterance of \ldblquote Fuck if I know\rdblquote apparently opened the door. Above it on the sill was word(s) written in red.\par \tab The \ldblquote doors\rdblquote in the new environment were \ldblquote ship\rdblquote like, navy ships had oval doors or hatches. But unlike naval vessels Forrest knew of, the new doors encountered \ldblquote whooshed\rdblquote open to one side.\par \tab Inside the newest room was something of a store room!\par \tab What luck!\par \tab Unfortunately it was difficult to tell what exactly it was they were scavenging. Blankets and bedding, clothing, was easy to determine, as well as palm-lights. Other items were not so easy to determine as to what they were. Food items, too.\par \tab For their first \ldblquote raid\rdblquote it was a simple case of \ldblquote snatch & grab\rdblquote and determine later. The whole environment gave Forrest and Dustin the willies.\par \par \tab Back at the cabin it was a bounty of surprises for the gang to g thru. Food stores and bedding, insect repellant, clothing, and various types of flashlights. The girls found a boon when they came across tampons. The boys found the find disturbing and icky.\par \tab The food stores were unknown until opened. The writing did little to tell what was encased within. And since there was no way to preserve the food, they would have to wait until needed. But with as many mouths to feed, the large cans were sufficient to feed all at once. Coupled with what \ldblquote nature\rdblquote was providing, the group was doing well.\par \par And now for something completely different\par \tab It was cause for minor concern as Jamie and Holly were experiencing their Monthly Visitor, eleven year old Annie was not. Newest member to the group, Jennifer Sarahs had just completed her period. All four girls were getting regularly pounded by the horndog boys. \par \tab And all the boys were cummers.\par \tab Getting a girl pregnant was of no serious consequence to the boys, but Forrest had concerns. The girls were too young to carry full term, and there were other hazards and difficulties--a baby needed serious care and was also deemed a nuisance in such a setting.\par \tab Consequences there was for such sexual frivolity. It wasn\rquote t going to stop them, but\'85\par \par \tab Forrest had Jamie on her hands and knees on the bearskin rug before the fireplace, shagging her in one hole then plugging the other for good measure. Underneath was young Willy sucking on Forrest\rquote s balls as well as licking out Jamie\rquote s dripping cunt. Jamie herself sucked off on Willy\rquote s willy when Dustin rushed up and into the cabin.\par \tab\ldblquote Forrest!\rdblquote he yelled out of breath and dripping with sweat, \ldblquote You gotta come,\rdblquote he said--just as Forrest was doing so, \ldblquote there\rquote s a portal down in the valley!\rdblquote\par \par \tab Another door, or doorway. It was green, hovering off the ground about four feet and having a span of about eight feet. It made a warbling sound, too. There was pulsing involved with streaks of white light inner mixed with the various shades of green--the very center being the deepest green possible.\par \tab Dustin had been hunting rabbits and general scouting the area out.\par \tab\ldblquote It just--appeared.\rdblquote he supplied Forrest.\par \tab Forrest nodded and squatted. It was not so dissimilar than those \ldblquote green\rdblquote tornadoes back in their Birth World. Just smaller. \par \tab\ldblquote What is it?\rdblquote Dustin asked.\par \tab\ldblquote Fuck if--,\rdblquote hmmm, he paused, \ldblquote I-I don\rquote t know.\rdblquote\par \tab The two sat in silence, the others of the cabin had been told to stay put. Forrest had dressed, his cock still ached--he hated being interrupted in the middle of a shag.\par \tab Suddenly the warbling sound increased, matching the pulsing the green vortex/portal was doing. Then, electrical sounds were heard and from the dark green center a black color scheme there was that expanded overshadowing the green. From the center of the black it looked like some sort of opening!\par \tab Forrest could see what looked like a different forest than what was around them. He also saw what looked like coming through!\page\tab It was a man, a balding man followed by two children. They were covered in a reddish funky slime, it was gross and speckled with dark specks and smelled horrendous and a lot like hot peppers.\par \tab There was a lot of coughing and sputtering, gagging and choking. Forrest, naturally, tended to the kiddies. One was about 12 while the other was approximately six or so. Both girls. \par \tab Mostly it was clearing the red sticky matter from their faces and mouths and eyes. The balding man got on his hands and knees sputtering, cussing a blue streak and trying his best to get his senses back. The kids were trembling and frightened out of their wits. \par \tab The green portal turned black warbled to silence and disappeared!\par \tab The nearby creek was handy and the newcomers were stripped down and immersed. The sticky red goo washed off easily enough--with some earnest scrubbing. The two girls were scrubbed by the balding man, who was their father or uncle or grandfather.\par \tab Forrest was sure there was a story about them.\par \tab For sure!\par \par \tab Robert Gannon was the balding man\rquote s name. A friendly cuss who suffered nerve damage to his left arm due to a motorcycle accident in his youth. A congenial man with a slight beard and little hair (on his head.) he had a twinkling in his dark blue eyes, a nice smile, and wore a vest supporting motorcycles as well as a reference to Christianity.\par \tab But Forrest had noted that the man while scrubbing down his granddaughters Shannon and Tara sported major wood. That was a clue. Shannon and Tara were still frightened from their experience and didn\rquote t mind too much the presence of Forrest and Dustin.\par \tab Once their skin had been scrubbed of the red gunky mess they were marched nakedly up to the cabin. \par \tab At the cabin the girls of the cabin quickly set about helping Shannon and Tara. Forrest noted Robert\rquote s eyes as he saw young Jamie naked. Willy was naked, too. \par \tab With Forrest\rquote s girls taking care of Robert\rquote s girls, and Robert had rested some, he went with Forrest down to the creek to rinse/wash out their clothes. At the last minute Forrest called for Jennifer to come along. \par \tab Once at the creek Forrest got a mind-link going with Jennifer. She had carried the bulk of the gathered newcomers\rquote clothes and so her own clothes were now coated in the reddish gunk from the portal passage.\par \tab She took off her clothes, one piece at a time and slowly.\par \tab Robert Gannon, still naked, blinked his eyes and got harder and harder.\par \tab Jennifer rinsed out the clothes more and more then laid them out on the bank and rocks to dry.\par \tab\lquote Jennifer,\rquote Forrest minded to the naked girl, \lquote stand up, present yourself.\rquote \par \tab Jennifer Sarahs did so, standing ankle deep in the creek butt naked. At fourteen she was a true beauty--nicely shaped, nice ass, furry little twat, supple breasts, long flowing hair passed her shoulders. She was a lovely young teen and Robert Gannon had serious wood.\par \tab He liked the girl and gave his \ldblquote wood\rdblquote a light stroke.\par \tab Forrest stood and peeled out of his clothing, his cock as hard as any tree about. \lquote Suck me.\rquote he cooed to the girl.\par \tab With no hesitation the girl knelt down in the water and began addressing Forrest\rquote s schlong, squeezing it and giving it her best attention. Robert watched not so much in awe but with delight. \par \tab\lquote Turn your ass to shore\rquote and Robert.\par \tab Jennifer willing complied. As the girl scooted keeping her mouth locked onto Forrest\rquote s cock, Robert was presented with the girl\rquote s lovely-simply fucking lovely ass.\par \tab Robert smoothed his hand over the bum, squeezing the cheeks one at a time and then fingering the fuckable backdoor hole. His eyes closed and his cock pulsed. Forrest gave the newcomer a subtle head nod, a wink-twinkle of the eye and a slight smile. Robert knelt down and ran his rod up and down the girl\rquote s crack then plunged into her.\par \par One good fuck deserves another\par \tab The splooge spilled freely into the low water level of the creek. Jennifer spluttered as the cum from Forrest filled her gullet and backed up, she even snorted some out of her nose! Newcomer Robert filled the teen\rquote s asshole with every drop of his essence, upon removal he gave the girl\rquote s ass a good spanking.\par \tab Afterwards the two men lay on the shore by the drying clothing while Jennifer sat in the creek letting her smoldering sphincter cool down. \par \tab\ldblquote Do you go by Robert, Rob, Bob\'85?\rdblquote Forrest asked as they collected the clothes and made their way back to the cabin.\par \tab\ldblquote Ace, actually.\rdblquote said the man.\par \tab Forrest smiled, \ldblquote Then \ldblquote Ace\rdblquote it is.\rdblquote the two shook hands and proceeded up the hill.\par \tab\ldblquote Nice place you have here.\rdblquote Ace said as they made their way.\par \tab\ldblquote It has its moments.\rdblquote Forrest explained the \ldblquote concept\rdblquote of a parallel universe, but didn\rquote t mention the strange cave and what was beyond. The parallel universe concept was not such a hard thing to swallow, a lot of strange shit was going on in their Birth World.\par \tab At the cabin Shannon and Tara had were wrapped in towels and stared at the two nude men coming in, one was their grandfather and the other was a stranger. Both gave cause for the girls to be concerned. \tab\par \tab Ace didn\rquote t bother with dressing, mostly as he saw that his new found friend Forrest hadn\rquote t bothered as well and it seemed to be the norm. Young granddaughter Tara seemed a little shocked by the blatant nudity. Shannon did not.\par \tab As it was nearing evening type time, Forrest directed the girls of his to start making good dinner. Dustin and Willy brought in the wood and got the fires going in the fireplaces. There was some fishes to take care of, the girls bellyached about the killing of bunny rabbits.\tab\par \tab There was something like pinto beans in one can opened, 6-inch ears of whole corn still in the husk and immersed in some sort of goldish liquid. It apparently helped keep the corn fresh.\par \tab While dinner was in the make, Forrest and the newbies rested in the room with the great rocky fireplace. Forrest again explained the parallel universe concept and Ace explained that he and his granddaughters had been camping.\par \tab He sat in one of the handmade sofas that had been lined with furs and cushioned with blankets. He remained nude and was comfortable about it. Shannon actually seemed okay with, for twelve she was quite a little lady with her breast budding out more than other girls of that particular age. Forrest\rquote s girls Jamie and Holly the same age and Annie a year younger had much smaller breasts. \par \tab Little Tara was quiet and took everything in. A few polite glimpses Forrest had gotten of the naked tyke gave insight that she was still a virgin. (of course, she was merely six years old, too!)\par \tab General conversation flowed, \lquote how long have you been here\rquote , \lquote were there any \ldblquote others\rdblquote\rquote , where did you come from, any notions of going back, etc.\par \tab For Forrest there was only a slight desire to return to their Birth World. Ace, however, really didn\rquote t care to. He didn\rquote t say so aloud with Shannon and Tara beside him, but it was conveyed to Forrest just the same.\page\tab After dinner there was cleanup and then the kids could do as they pleased. Shannon and Tara were not so inclined to join in, it was a totally new experience and there was Dustin shucking his clothes and \ldblquote hooking up\rdblquote with Holly. The two laid out on one of the bunk beds in the same room of the living room. Shannon and Tara (and their grandfather) saw all. The two helped one another out of their clothes, kissed and fondled one another then Holly went to her knees and began kissing on Dustin\rquote s dong.\par \tab The twelve year old blond headed girl slurped in the fourteen year old boy\rquote s cock, made slurping sounds and diddled herself while she sucked. Dustin ran his hands thru her hair and pumped her mouth. Holly was good. She could drain a cock in nothing flat--it often led to the girl not getting laid at all herself as she totally could drain the love motion out.\par \tab But Dustin pulled himself out and humped the girl\rquote s face then guided her up onto the bed. Holly didn\rquote t resist and parted her legs. Ace was very interested and his own dong was mighty hard. On the sly he took twelve year old granddaughter Shannon\rquote s hand and had her stroke him. The girl was behind him, Tara in front but against the back of the sofa watching the naughty antics on the bed.\par \tab All could see Dustin\rquote s dong sliding into Holly\rquote s quim.\par \tab Tara sat up on her knees watching in awe. Ace pulled down the blanket-towel she was wrapped in and stared at her ass. Deeply he wanted to be naughty with her. Shannon stroked his cock and brought him to orgasm. Both angled his cock to Tara\rquote s naked ass and helped him ejaculate onto the flesh. Tara was too oblivious to be aware.\par \par \tab\ldblquote I take it you and Shannon have done something?\rdblquote Forrest asked of Ace later on (afterwards).\par \tab The balding man in his late fifties nodded.\par \tab\ldblquote But nothing with the other one?\rdblquote it was an assumption.\par \tab And a correct one, almost sadly Ace nodded that it was so.\par \tab But the desire was there. Which was why the camping trip.\par \tab\ldblquote Hmmmm,\rdblquote drawled Forrest, \ldblquote maybe I can help.\rdblquote he smiled and twinkled his eyes. He had ways\'85\tab\fs20\par \pard\kerning0\f1\par }