{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\froman\fprq2\fcharset0 Times New Roman;}{\f1\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} {\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1503;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\nowidctlpar\qc\kerning28\f0\fs36 August Moone Sagas\par Book 5\par Absolution\par Chapter 32\par Familiar Themes\par \pard\nowidctlpar\fs28\par \par Natural Instinct\par \tab\ldblquote What about a book?\rdblquote she asked.\par \tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote What about it?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Put a BOOK in front of it!\rdblquote\par \tab Forrest had to think about that one. How would a BOOK in front of it help? He thought--and thought--and thought some more. Then, \par \tab\ldblquote Ooooooh!\rdblquote he got it. Sorta.\par \tab The day was hot, Summer was nearing and thusly the tedious unwelcome session of school was nearing its end. There was a little water in the river. Being a Friday, there was no homework drudgery in which the kiddies had to rush home, do the homework before anything else. It could wait until Zero Hour Sunday night.\par \tab Avoiding the older kids who smoked and cussed and were \ldblquote older\rdblquote Forrest and Jenny skirted the heavy dense bushes along the fenced area of the recreational park area to the break in the in which would led them to a poof dirt trail down to the river.\par \tab With the dead of Summer upon them, there was no water in the river, the only water was in the canal and it was too dangerous to play in. Lots of greeny bushes along the river\rquote s edge, though. And then there was the train trestle.\par \tab Jenny didn\rquote t really care for the trestle, or big noisy stinky trains.\par \tab The creosote wasn\rquote t too pleasant to sniff, either.\par \tab Jenny followed Forrest down the trail to where it split, one went precariously up a very narrow path to the top where the train tracks were. The other went under the train bridge. The closer they got the heavier the scent of oil soaked wood there was to assail them.\page\tab\lquote A book?\rquote Forrest could sorta-kinda see how it would sorta-kinda helped, but he didn\rquote t see any of the OTHER boys with books in front of them hiding THEIR erections! Maybe they didn\rquote t get boners! He realized (slowly) that none of his friends seemed to really talk about boners and things.\par \tab Forrest made his way up to the top of the hill never minding Jenny who reluctantly followed. Sometimes, boys put other priorities before anything else--like sex, pussy, girls!\par \tab At the last minute when he was at the top and after giving a a good once over looksee about, he helped Jenny up to the top. He was beaming, and sweating. This was his playground. He didn\rquote t know why, and didn\rquote t care--it was his area to explore. Two sets of tracks there were, stretching out over several hundred yards of dry river entering the back end of a moderate industrial area.\par \tab Looking left and right Forrest saw way-way-way down the tracks (to the left coming out of the industrial area) a flickering/wavering light. A train was coming. It\rquote d be a while before it got to them\'85\par \tab\ldblquote Forrest,\rdblquote complained Jenny, \ldblquote it\rquote s too hot up here.\rdblquote\par \tab It was too hot anywhere. Forrest didn\rquote t really care for the heat, either. He came up to the tracks and placed small rocks on one of the smooth rails. Jenny stood at the top of the hard dirt hill with arms folded. She wasn\rquote t happy.\par \tab Forrest then whipped out his dick and proceeded to piss on the rail.\par \tab Jenny blushed and giggled. It was the only time his dong was \ldblquote limp\rdblquote when it was involved doing something else.\par \tab\ldblquote Come on, you do it!\rdblquote Forrest called to her.\par \tab Jenny closed one of her pretty blue eyes and semi glared at him, she wasn\rquote t too keen on the idea. But maybe if it would motivate him to go somewhere where they would be less cooked in the open.\par \tab Not in a huff but close the girl made way up to the tracks, she straddled one of the rails, hiked up her dress--revealing a kiddie pink panty. Forrest had immediate wood. Jenny squatted and immediately sprang up--her dainty ass had touched the searing hot rail. Luckily, she hadn\rquote t moved her panties--but her ass was still dainty and still got burned.\par \tab She rubbed it and was pissed.\par \tab Forrest said he was sorry, \ldblquote I didn\rquote t know it was hot.\rdblquote he explained (lair) \ldblquote Want me to kiss it?\rdblquote he jested. Looking past her he could see the thundering choo-choo getting closer. Jenny was still kinda pissed.\page\tab\ldblquote Let\rquote s go under the bridge,\rdblquote Forrest suggested, \ldblquote it\rquote ll be cooler under there anyway.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Should went there in the first place!\rdblquote bitched Jenny.\par \par \tab It was cooler under the bridge and not as stinky, that or they had gotten used to the funky smell of railroad ties. Once under the bridge they looked around a bit, the huge dirt berm went clear to the top of the underside of the bridge, there were a few holes and Forrest often imagined hobos and gangsters probably had been in the holes--stashing themselves as well as their loot.\par \tab For some reason, though--he never cared to venture into those holes.\par \tab Jenny stood careening her neck trying to see her butt, to see if there was a burn mark. Forrest got on his knees behind her; she lifted her dress and inched her panties down. For a moment Forrest lingered checking out the girl\rquote s ass. His cock--tucked back inside his pants, felt like it was spurting.\par \tab\ldblquote Well?\rdblquote bitched the girl.\par \tab\ldblquote I-I don\rquote t see nothing.\rdblquote Forrest replied. He licked his lips and Jenny BENT OVER! \ldblquote Look closer, then!\rdblquote she said. \par \tab The goofy girl lowered her panties and there was her ass. All of it. The crack, the hole, her pussy. It was mind boggling to young Forrest.\par \tab\ldblquote Holy shit!\rdblquote he blurted out.\par \tab Jenny\rquote s asshole clenched and Forrest found himself totally mesmerized. Somewhat he thought of Carol Akers, Tammy Dughs, Venita Collins, Becky Hatcher, and even Ms. Krabopple--he knew what they looked like BENT OVER!\par \tab Carol Akers he had heard fart once. She always was cute, long brown hair, sweet-sweet girl who wore a bra and was \ldblquote developing.\rdblquote all the girls liked her and many boys sought her favor. She was tall, sweet, and wore designer jeans that were kinda tight on her. Casually and on the sly Forrest often tempted fate by checking her out--usually a sly look down the back of her pants as she sat close to him in class or at lunch or wherever. \par \tab Tammy Dughs; he had seen her panties. She had worn a short thigh length dress that was light and airy and while playing it flew up and gave a \ldblquote show\rdblquote to several horny young boys on the playground.\par \tab Venita Collins was black, he liked her and seriously wanted to peg her, he had heard her burp AND fart, she usually wore dresses or skirt outfits and seldom pants--like Jenny. With Venita, too, Forrest caught glimpses of her panties.\par \tab Forrest thought of the train. It had to be getting awfully close.\par \tab Jenny pulled her cheeks open more, \ldblquote Kiss it.\rdblquote she beckoned.\par \tab Forrest wondered \ldblquote Where?\rdblquote Then, did it matter? He smiled and almost giggled allowed then placed his lips to the left cheek, then the right cheek. Jenny squeezed her hands on her cheeks virtually taking up the whole cleft. Forrest undone his pants and unfurled his cock once more. It was raging hard. For some reason he was breathing hard\'85\par \tab\ldblquote Go on.\rdblquote beckoned Jenny again.\par \tab Forrest grinned and leaned in his head, kissing the girl\rquote s poop chute rim. And she farted\'85\par \par \tab One shitty turn begets another\'85\par \tab Forrest jumped up yanking down his pants, he whirled about (nearly tripping and tumbling down the hard packed dirt hill to the dry river below) bent over and spread his OWN cheeks.\par \tab\ldblquote Kiss this!\rdblquote he griped in jest.\par \tab\ldblquote Ewewew!\rdblquote blasted Jenny. \ldblquote No way!\rdblquote kissing a GUY\rquote S hole was gross. No way was she. \par \tab Forrest whirled about again, \ldblquote Okay,\rdblquote he giggled and waggled his cock, \ldblquote Kiss THIS!\rdblquote\par \tab Well, that was a little better\'85\par \tab Forrest was blown away--literally. The young girl went to her knees, admired his cock (he guessed), pulled in her lower lip and seemed to give the fellow classmate\rquote s \ldblquote fellow\rdblquote some serious gazing.\par \tab Forrest tugged the skin of his schlong down tight, Jenny grinned and seemingly blushed some, too. She then brushed her lips to the fellow\rquote s helmet, then ran her tongue all about the sensitive crown.\par \tab Forrest was blasted. His cock seemingly strengthened, became longer, stronger, stiffier! Like an ice cream (the one on a stick) Jenny went down on Forrest\rquote s cock in one gulp. Then, she licked/sucked on the shaft before nuzzling on his hairless nads.\par \tab It was too much for him. A beastly instinct overwhelmed him and he pushed his young cocksucking friend down. She didn\rquote t protest and worked her panties on off herself, then pulled her dress off while Forrest got naked himself. Natural instinct prevailed for Jenny as well as she opened her legs and began fingering herself.\par \tab Forrest went down on the girl, licking her pussy before he knew that it was the \ldblquote style.\rdblquote \tab Jenny\rquote s twat was--unique (in tasting); it was Forrest\rquote s first so actually coming up with words to describe it was a little tough.\page\tab Jenny thrashed about some and it was actually Forrest\rquote s first time at seeing the young girl(friend) butt bare assed naked. Her pussy, though, was his desire--licking it (like an ice cream) and tasting what he assumed was her pee. It was a little weird, kinda gross, but not repulsive.\par \tab He licked and licked and licked. It was different and he was totally captivated by her and fascinated--he tried prying her virgin cunny lips open to peer \ldblquote inside.\rdblquote (and on reflection, Forrest (adult Forrest) realized that Jenny was NOT a virgin at the time.)\par \tab\ldblquote Stop licking me!\rdblquote Jenny said. Her young body thrashed and bucked, \ldblquote Stick it in me!\rdblquote she complained earnestly. Forrest sat up, he wasn\rquote t too sure (at the time) what she meant. He knew that his cock was stiff and aching like it had never ached before, and there was a clear sticky liquid seeping out of the piss slit. He had pissed the bed and soiled it a few times, his mom was a real bitch about his soiling the bed and was assumed that he was peeing in it. Not quite. He was humping it and having nocturnal emissions as a result.\par \tab Natural instinct kicked in and helped guide Forrest to position himself on Jenny. She parted her legs and Forrest\rquote s schlong lay against her cunny. She gave him a look--not a happy look but a stern kinda upset serious concerned look.\par \tab Forrest didn\rquote t know. To him, it felt pretty good just laying on her with his cock against her cunny. Jenny wriggled her hand down between them, latched onto her dumb-as-a-turd\rquote s dick and guided it into her crevice.\par \tab Forrest\rquote s eyes bulged. \par \tab\par \tab He was just making steady headway with the instinctive pumping when the train came onto the bridge at the far side of the bridge. Both kids were too far into their deed to pay much attention. Jenny placed her hands onto her lover\rquote s ass, squeezing his cheeks and totally tantalizing him more and more. He pumped faster and faster.\par \tab It was incredible.\par \tab It was unfucking believable!\par \tab Forrest at first laid fully on the girl, until she protested a might and he had the presence of mind to sit up, lock his arms and just let his \ldblquote hips\rdblquote do the groove thing. The sensation coming from his cock was incredible, just incredible!\par \tab Suddenly the choo-choo came nearer.\par \tab And Jenny freaked out.\page\tab He didn\rquote t know why she freaked, it was just a train! He had to admit, though, the huge locomotives were impressively dangerous. There was some strange allure that held him, the old-old steam locomotives to the present day diesel and diesel-electrics. \par \tab But there had been a time where he had been on the bridge, about in the middle when a train came. Along the bridge on both sides were 7x5 bridge box extensions for those who were caught along the bridge when a choo-choo came rumbling along.\par \tab The first time it happened Forrest WAS scared out of his wits.\par \tab The first time.\par \tab He had been a little nervous when sitting just under the bridge abutment when one went thundering over. But thereafter he was okay.\par \par \tab Farr Valley Neer Lake Taal Mountain\par \tab None of the three had any \ldblquote mileage\rdblquote indicators or any other sort of indication of how far (or close) Farr Valley, Neer Lake, and/or Taal Mountain were. The names of the three were scrawled fairly legibly on a flat piece of wood nailed to a large tree of unknown type. The berm road Forrest and gang were on emptied to a \ldblquote T\rdblquote cross section whereas \ldblquote left\rdblquote went narrowly thru a light populated pre-forest while the road less traveled on the right went along the edge of a deep forest.\par \tab There was no indication, either, of which way to turn to go to Neer Lake, Taal Mountain, or Faar Valley. But then again, after what he and the others had been through--probably didn\rquote t matter.\par \tab The pre-forest for some reason gave him the willies, he made a right turn and headed along the edge of the deep forest. The indicator on the old truck showed the FUEL at \'bd. The oil gauge and temp and battery all seemed to be working, too, but their fluids hadn\rquote t been checked and it was a safe bet that the old truck had been in the New World \ldblquote awhile.\rdblquote\par \par \tab And so it came to pass Forrest and Company arrived in a new world. \par \tab Neer Lake, so the sign said. There was no \ldblquote sign\rdblquote of any \ldblquote tall\rdblquote mountains, or any mountains for that matter. The air was good, fresh, with a scent of new rain recently being. The ground was damp and all seemed--sublime.\par \tab There were even some birds to be heard, squirrels and chipmunks, and one snake (the snake Annie found while squatting to pee; she saw the snake slithering close by, freaked out and pissed all over her clothes.)\page\tab Thru the trees a rather large lake was seen. It was several miles in circumference, with a forest on three sides, rolling green hills of forest and shrubs on the fourth side.\par \tab There were, however, no sign of any peoples.\par \tab Forrest brought the old truck to a stop, they had gone fifty miles--slowly. The day had already been a long one and it was time for a break. An assessment of their foodstuffs was warranted. Forrest didn\rquote t feel that there was any security risk, no bad creatures or anything worse than a snake to fret about. \par \tab Dustin and Willy gathered wood, the girls put together a late afternoon meal. Forrest strolled about looking the area over, it would be a little walk to reach the lake, though.\par \tab Mostly there were pines, big ones, too. It was an old forest with a thick underfooting. No fires had been about in a long-long while. It did indeed seem sublime. Seemed so. He hoped so. He had had enough adventure\'85\par \tab After about an hour of finding nothing of interest he returned to the camp. It was always in sight and he could hear the girls\rquote chatter--to ease themselves they had begun to sing some songs they knew by heart. Those songs they did NOT know by heart they made up\'85\par \tab If everything would go right and nothing wanted to kill him, he guessed that the New World would be okay. He worried slightly about the \ldblquote others\rdblquote in his Birth World. What of them? Jake, Skyler, Breezy, Cole. Then there was Nancy and Wednesday, even Dozer! Seth and Noah at the New Digs, and so on.\par \tab Annie was nude. Not a big deal. Her clothes were laid out to dry on the truck, she wished for water but water was rationed and not for use for such trivial things as washing out pissed in clothes. Forrest\rquote s mind drifted back to Jenny, Annie and Jenny were similar in body size and appearance. He rubbed himself and stepped into the camp.\par \tab He placed his hand onto Annie\rquote s wriggling butt as she moved about putting together their meal when Willy came running in out of breath.\par \tab\ldblquote We found something!\rdblquote he said breathlessly.\par \par \tab A DC-3 it was--and it had seen far-far better days. Both wings were torn off and the impact trail it had left \ldblquote entering\rdblquote the new World was already grown over and hard to see. The wheels had been ripped off and one of the engines. It had been \ldblquote in place\rdblquote a long-long time.\page\tab Hanging out the window on the left was the skeletal remains of one of the pilots. The other was found on the deck of the plane. It was a cargo plane, an era of the 1940s, but they were well used up into Forrest\rquote s time as well as currently. How long it had been entrenched in the New World forest was difficult to tell.\par \tab\ldblquote I think I\rquote ll stick to walking in.\rdblquote Forrest mused (to himself), \lquote seems like transportation entry doesn\rquote t fare too well.\rquote\par \tab Inside the wreckage was nothing of use, the batteries of flashlights all drained by the passage of time. Canvases and other potential covers and bedding--decayed and frayed and useless. Forrest backed out shaking his head.\par \par \tab Back at camp Forrest sat stocking the campfire that was blazing--lost in thought. Darkness was not far off, the air was cooling. Somewhere there had to be a town or something. If there were signs posted, surely there was some sort of civilization? \par \tab\ldblquote Wanna go get some water with me?\rdblquote he asked of the still naked Annie. \par \tab\ldblquote Sure.\rdblquote she said. They gathered up some containers, Dustin and Willy stood up gathering some, too. But a look from Forrest told them it wasn\rquote t necessary--they weren\rquote t invited.\par \tab With containers in hand Forrest and Annie strolled to the nearby lake.\par \par Curricular Activities cont.\par \tab\ldblquote Forrest Finch you fucker!\rdblquote\par \tab She was pissed.\par \tab Right as Forrest Finch the Fucker was fucking up a storm to the apex of delight, the huge lumbering-thundering diesel train roared directly over their heads. It enthralled Forrest and infuriated Jenny. She knew very well that HE knew a train was coming.\par \tab Forrest came, too.\par \tab Jenny was pissed. She gathered her clothes and began to stomp off.\par \tab\ldblquote Aw, come on, Jen, I didn\rquote t mean, I\rquote m sorry!\rdblquote he stood being pitiful with silk like strands of cum dripping from his penis. Naked Jenny stood (with her back to him) a few feet away. She was pissed.\par \tab\ldblquote Okay,\rdblquote she said turning around, \ldblquote but you\rquote d better not do that again.\rdblquote\par \tab Forrest gave her his best boyish charm face.\par \tab Jenny smiled and bowed her head to keep him from seeing her smile and blush. But he knew she was.\page\tab The train had passed and was long gone.\par \tab\ldblquote Hey, let\rquote s go swimming!\rdblquote Forrest said changing the mood.\par \tab\ldblquote Where?\rdblquote\par \tab Forrest grabbed her hand and they went scampering (nakedly) across the dry river.\par \tab It was quite a distance, and along the way they found an unopened large (40 oz.) bottle of beer. It was warm but Forrest was willing. Neither liked the taste of the warm brew--until Forrest poured it on his naked willy. Jenny sucked on the wet peter with some glee, then she laid down (in the shade of the trestle supports) and Forrest anointed her hairless poon with the rest of the beer--then happily noshed on her.\par \tab This only led to fucking--and more fucking.\par \tab It was almost as grand as it had been when at the abutment. The sand was warm and Forrest happily entered his girl; her young tender poon squeeze in about his cock and \ldblquote drew him in\rdblquote like a snake swallowing it\rquote s prey. Forrest pumped and they fucked.\par \par \tab Something of an orgasm he experienced, he had managed to go to the ultimate end without Jenny freaking out about a train passing overhead. The experience of \lquote cumming\rquote was unique. It was different than when he humped his bed, or hand. \par \tab And he so noted that his peter sorta shriveled up after pulling out of Jenny\rquote s pussy. It took a few minutes to do so, but it shriveled back to normal.\par \tab\ldblquote Wow.\rdblquote he said in some amazement.\par \tab\ldblquote They all do that.\rdblquote Jenny said. She had sat up and watched Forrest\rquote s cock soften. She fingered her fresh fucked cunny and kept her eye on his member. Forrest hadn\rquote t caught the \ldblquote they all do that\rdblquote statement\'85\par \tab After much ado about gawking at one another\rquote s naked bits, they struck off again crossing the river.\par \par \tab Half way across and they spotted riders on horses.\par \tab The kids ducked behind the cement structure of which the trestle timbers were formed in. The riders were not too close, but not far (enough) away, either. They were four of them, girls or boys or adults couldn\rquote t rightly be determined. Not that it mattered. They rode together and in a parallel, crossing the river as well, but heading to the opposite side of where Forrest and Jenny were going.\par \tab\par \tab The destination was, of course, the canal. It wound its way along the river\rquote s course but it was only at where it ran under the train trestle that Forrest was interested in. Despite the posted signs warning of the dangers of swimming in the canal--those who lived by the river seldom paid heed.\par \tab Usually the canal ran full and WAS a danger and even Forrest wouldn\rquote t tempt such fate. But when it was low the danger was deemed low and worthy of risking. There was a channel out in the very middle that went over Forrest\rquote s head, he was only 4\rquote 5\rdblquote and 70 something lbs.--but still.\par \tab The water was refreshing and only took a wee moment or two to tempt the reluctant Jenny.\par \tab\ldblquote If I drown I\rquote m gonna kick your ass!\rdblquote she bitched at him.\par \tab Forrest splashed her and frolicked in the canal water swimming out to where his toes could barely touch the bottom. Jenny was not so brave (wise girl) and she stayed closer to the bank, but submerged enough to still enjoy.\par \par \tab There was a current Forrest could feel, he was a pretty good swimmer, he thought and hoped, but he was also ten.\par \tab\ldblquote Forrest!\rdblquote called out Jenny, he was getting out too far and she was concerned. Which was well founded as a strong undercurrent tugged on Forrest who was already tired out and not quite strong enough to swim away. He began to panic. He was pulled under and found himself rolling along the muddy bottom.\par \tab Topside Jenny was freaking out. It was what she did best. She ran along the bank not sure what to do, but at least having the presence of mind NOT to dive and attempt a rescue--she knew it would be a foolish and futile thing to do.\par \tab Suddenly, Forrest came up sputtering and coughing, choking and gagging. He was at the area where the bridge crossed over the dirt canal. He clung desperately to a bridge support pole, Jenny ran to the bridge and looked for anything to toss to him to lend aid.\par \tab The water was a little deeper where the bridge poles supporting the trestle crossed, and a little faster in current, too. Forrest was right out in the middle. He clung to the oily phone pole-like posts, regaining his strength and wits. Then he lunged to the bank.\par \tab Again not such a great idea.\par \tab His lunge was feeble and not even quite half way. He floundered and panic once more began to seep into him. But he managed to grab handfuls of canal mud and pull himself along the bank side as the canal\rquote s waterway tugged him sideways.\par \tab Somehow he managed to crawl up onto the bank under the canal bridge. He panted and breathed hard and lay flat out. Jenny came to him, she said nothing but was fearful, and a little angry.\par \tab\ldblquote Are you okay?\rdblquote\par \tab Forrest couldn\rquote t speak for a minute or two, Jenny squatted and he looked right to her lovely-lovely poon. That helped. He sat up and offered her a little smile. His boyish charm enlightened and calmed her down.\par \tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t do that again!\rdblquote she bitched.\par \tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t worry about me, Babe, it\rquote s cool!\rdblquote\par \tab Jenny gave him a nasty look. Forrest knew he was treading on thin ice with her. He smiled and was thankful he hadn\rquote t drowned. He switched his mind from the near-death experience to Jenny.\par \tab Under the canal bridge the two entered into making love one more time. \par \tab And right as rain, another choo-choo came rumbling along. It frightened Jenny but it wasn\rquote t so bad as the first time. Forrest had himself a GOOD fuck. As he calmed down from the outrageous hump, he and Jenny kissed.\par \tab It was their first kiss and Forrest liked it!\par \tab Not bad for a ten year old!\par \par \pard\nowidctlpar\qc *\par \pard\nowidctlpar\par \tab His balls ached terribly, but with Annie\rquote s young legs spread--his balls got relief. Annie was okay with it and required very little coaxing or any mind tapping manipulation. Annie, Jamie, Holly--all three were easily adapting to the \ldblquote new way of life\rdblquote in the New World. Dustin and Willy didn\rquote t really require any mind tapping, they were easy going and willing to participate in any capacity Forrest presented them.\par \tab It wasn\rquote t to say Holly and Jamie didn\rquote t have \ldblquote qualities\rdblquote about them, but Annie--it was Annie who reminded him of Jenny. Into her young body he eased his manly schlong, the girl lay wriggling on the lake shore sand, he admired her young supple breasts--the snugness of her pussy was pretty good, too.\par \tab He rocked into her, the girl pumped back and every inch of his love tool was in her. The pre-teen wriggled some but was not in distress. His cock was a little larger than Dustin and Willy\rquote s, but she was getting doinked enough that her cunt muscles were loosening up. She was a good fuck, just like Jenny\'85\page\par \pard\nowidctlpar\qc **\par \pard\nowidctlpar\par An Apple My Eye\par \tab Summer\rquote s end. One grade down, another to go--but not for three whole months! It was hard to believe--no school for three whole months! AND he\rquote d be a year old come the middle of July! Could it get any better!?\par \tab Damn straight!\par \tab And along with the passage from 4rth grade to 5\super th\nosupersub , their came a party, a party sponsored by homeroom teacher, Ms. Krabopple. She lived in a big semi-fancy mobile home park whereas her hubby was a big contractor AND owned a home improvement store. He also owned the park in which they lived in.\par \tab The party was just for her homeroom class. There would be pizza, treats, pizza, swimming, pizza, and pizza. And oh yes, there would be pizza, along with the swimming.\par \tab Forrest was there, as was the lovely Jenny. Jenny wore a lovely two piece deep sea blue outfit. Most of the boys had boners. It couldn\rquote t be helped and no one had a \ldblquote book.\rdblquote the best thing to do was to get in the pool--the water deflected absolute viewing of a boy with a boner. (of course, they\rquote d have to get out to get the pizza\'85)\par \tab For awhile Forrest frolicked with the other boys, it was boys with boys and girls with girls--kinda like social dances where the girls and boys grouped themselves to their own clicks.\par \tab Eventually the boys began mingling with the girls, a game of water polo came to be and there was much frivolity. Ms. Krabopple was about, in a two piece yellow polka-dotted outfit that definitely had the attention of many a young boy.\par \tab Hard-ons were profound!\par \tab Forrest finally cornered Jenny away from the others in a corner of the pool. He looked to her in a pleading desperate manner, \ldblquote Do something!\rdblquote \par \tab Jenny looked \lquote neath the waves and saw Forrest\rquote s schlong. It was sticking out proudly and strongly. She grinned, giggled, and blushed. Forrest looked to her more pleadingly.\par \tab Jenny took pity on him and gripped his exposed schlong and gave him great pleasure. But more pleasure could be had.\par \tab\ldblquote Suck it!\rdblquote Forrest pleaded.\par \tab Jenny gave him a startled \ldblquote What did you say?\rdblquote look.\page\tab But after a moment of further contemplation, she giggled and sunk herself \lquote neath the waves. In seconds she was sucking him. It was truly the most unique feeling he had ever experienced. Jenny musta felt it kinda weird, too, sucking off a boy underwater.\par \tab She couldn\rquote t hold her breath for too long, though, and came up sputtering. Forrest fondled his aching schlong and looked to it. It was still as stiff as ever.\par \tab Chewing his lip he looked like a pitiful pup, he wanted her to suck it again. And again. And again. Until it was \lquote better.\rquote Jenny had other plans. Bracing against the pool\rquote s side, her feet on the ledge of the five foot depth area, she bowed her legs just so and then pulled the fabric of her bikini to one side--thusly allowing Forrest and his hard-on entry.\par \tab It had to be obvious what the two were doing--but no one seemed to notice!\par \tab The angle-of-the-dangle wasn\rquote t quite right, but it was good enough and Forrest and Jenny did their best and fucked. Forrest was really into it and got too involved--Jenny slipped beneath the waters and they uncoupled.\par \tab They tried again with Jenny presenting her ass and Forrest trying for an anal entry. He didn\rquote t really know for sure, he was kinda na\'efve about uch things (at the time). His cock rubbing against Jenny\rquote s bare ass was pretty good, but her anus was seriously tight and there was no way anything was making entry. The chill of the water and water itself made sort of a impenetrable bearing that nothing was going to breach.\par \tab That was okay, it was time to nosh on pizza anyways.\par \tab Other than scrogging on pussy, noshing on pizza was the best.\par \par \tab After pizza it was some games and dolling out what the students were going to do for the summer. Most were going on some lame vacation/holiday with their equally lame parents. Others were going to summer camp. Others were going to visit distant relatives. Others were going to a sports camp.\par \tab Forrest wasn\rquote t going anywhere, his parents had to work, constantly.\par \tab Jenny was going to visit a set of grandparents for several weeks.\par \tab Forrest was bummed. Could he safely hump his bed during her absence? Maybe he could find something in the meantime. His mom\rquote s hand was wearing out on his ass when she had to clean his soiled sheets.\par \tab Funny how afternoon school instruction could seem to last sooooooo long, but an afternoon of being at a swim party was sooooooo short! It was soon time amscray and go make merry somewhere else. The party was over.\page\tab Jenny\rquote s folks picked Jenny up, Forrest had to walk his ass home. He didn\rquote t live far anyways but still. There would be time to scrog her before she left for her grandparents. That was a plus. \par \tab There was a quick exodus of students after the final pizza was gone, prizes were dolled out, and etc. Forrest won a yo-yo. Jenny won a plastic flower that glowed in the dark. Well, a prize was a prize.\par \tab\ldblquote Did you have a good time?\rdblquote Ms. Krabopple asked pleasantly.\par \tab Forrest nodded that he did. He was still in his trunks, he was firm with his body and not ashamed. He stayed behind to help with the clean up. No one else did. Ms. K was cool, he liked her (a lot). Secretly while humping his bed and risking an ass beating from his mom, instead of thinking of sinking his pud into Jenny, or into Carol Akers, Tammy Dughs, Venita Collins, Becky Hatcher or any of the other girls of his 4rth grade class--he thought of doing it to Ms. Krabopple.\par \tab He didn\rquote t know exactly how old she was, but he guessed in her twenties. She looked younger than his mom leastways. She was kinda tall, had once said she had Italian heritage but Forrest didn\rquote t know exactly what that meant. Long curly silky full bodied black hair, dark eyes to match. She always smelled good and \'85 and \'85 and \'85\par \tab And suddenly he was \ldblquote sprouting\rdblquote again.\par \tab He looked down, his cock was sticking his thigh length swim trunks straight out! He gulped. He looked up and there was Ms. K, she saw, she was ogling and she saw!\par \par \tab From the main house, a house not a mobile home, there was the park pool. It had a large awning that covered a barbeque enclosure and some picnic tables.\par \tab\ldblquote Oh my!\rdblquote spoke out Ms. K.\par \tab\ldblquote Oh shit!\rdblquote blurted out Forrest. He looked up to see Ms. K ogling his sprout.\par \tab\ldblquote Forrest Finch!\rdblquote she scolded him. Quickly and suddenly she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the house. It happened so quick Forrest didn\rquote t know what to do or what. Thru the kitchen, a sharp turn, down a hall, and into a bedroom. The door was shut behind them and Forrest was led to the bed.\par \tab His young heart pounded ridiculously in his chest. He was frightened. Even moreso when Ms. K positioned him across her lap and yanked down his still damp swim trunks.\page\tab Forrest\rquote s mind was blank. Even moreso when Ms. K lauded his ass with a sharp spank. It didn\rquote t really hurt, not really. But it was just that it was unexpected. She swatted him again, again, and again some more. Then, her hand rested on his somewhat burning ass and gave a cheek a little squeeze!\par \tab Ms. Krabopple then stood the ten almost eleven year old boy up and once more ogled his prong. \ldblquote My, my.\rdblquote she said again and began tugging on it. Forrest\rquote s mind was in a whirl.\par \tab Ms. K tugged and tugged and then fondled his hairless nads.\par \tab She then undone the top of her bikini and freed her bodacious at-tas. Forrest blinked his eyes. He didn\rquote t understand \ldblquote sizing\rdblquote but as an adult upon reflection he guesstimated that Ms. K had a set of bodacious 38-Cs. Nice, real nice.\par \tab After casting off the top of her swim suit, the woman laid out on her bed (he guessed it was her bed, it was her house\'85) She then began tugging down the bottom piece of her two-piece.\par \tab She said nothing, what was there to say? She pushed her bikini bottom down her long-long legs, then parted her legs to give Forrest a look. His first look at a real pussy.\par \tab It was sort of like Jenny\rquote s, it had \ldblquote lips\rdblquote and fur.\par \tab Ms. K fingered it and rubbed and seemed to \ldblquote beckon\rdblquote him.\par \tab Forrest could only stand numbly with a raging boner looking stupid.\par \tab Then, Ms. K patted her cunny and something seemed to \ldblquote move\rdblquote Forrest, placing him up on the woman who had taught him his 4rth grade year. It was a sensation like no other--like no other.\par \par \tab Like no other. Fondly he remembered scrogging his 4rth grade teacher. She was horny, horny for young cock. She wasn\rquote t a bad looking woman so it was assumed that her husband doinked her on a regular basis. Maybe. Maybe he was a jerk, maybe he worked to hard--owning a business, running a mobile home park, this and that. Maybe he had a little hotty on the side.\par \tab Whatever the case, Forrest got to fuck her.\par \tab He smoothed his hand over Annie\rquote s young body. He missed Jenny. Maybe--maybe THAT was the reasoning for his lust severe for kiddies? It was something to think about. Maybe he was searching for another \ldblquote Jenny\rdblquote ?\par \tab Made since to him!\page\tab After a good doinking to Annie, Forrest lay beside her staring up thru the trees to the placid sky above. Slowly Jenny slipped from his mind. He wondered where she was now, in the Birth World speaking. Was she the same, was she working at a nudy bar? A cocktail waitress, a teacher? She hadn\rquote t returned the following year for 5\super th\nosupersub grade and he didn\rquote t know why. She never returned for the rest of the summer and when he had politely inquired about her to her parents, they said she was staying with her grandparents.\par \tab Oftentimes Forrest felt that that was a lie. Something had happened. But he never knew what or how or why or anything. He managed somehow to go on, though. He eventually found another girl to be nasty with and life continued. But there would never ever be another Jenny Labow.\par \par \par Riverdale\par \tab All good things must come to an end. \par \tab\ldblquote Sorry, it aint going to happen.\rdblquote\par \tab Forrest sighed. \ldblquote Damn.\rdblquote he hated walking. Especially in unknown territory he was unfamiliar with AND had the propensity not to be conforming to the Laws of Nature. (or physics)\par \tab The old truck was dead. It had given its all and gotten them a few miles of travel, but come the new morning after a night\rquote s rest, it would rest in place forever. There was just no life in the old battery and the generator in the back of the truck was kaput, too.\par \tab\ldblquote So we\rquote re walking.\rdblquote he told his group. They weren\rquote t too enthused, either. They had just gotten used to riding. But shortly after breakfast the group gathered their belongings and headed out. Neer Lake remained ever constant in their view for most of the day.\par \tab In the deep forest there was a one lane dirt road, pine needles and a pleasantness. It was cool and airy and not at all spooky. Forrest, though, couldn\rquote t help but feel a bit of oddness about. He didn\rquote t care for it. \par \tab There were still birds twittering, chipmunks and squirrels flittering about--so he guessed it wasn\rquote t all bad.\par \tab Presently they came to a small wooden bridge crossing over a small creek. The kids quickly soaked their feet and took a rest break. A sign was posted onto a tree on the other side of the bridge, Riverdale. Again, no markers or indications of just how far \ldblquote Riverdale\rdblquote was.\par \tab There was fish in the creek. And frogs. Neither of which the girls care for, but the boys did.\page\tab Riverdale wasn\rquote t going to be reached by that day. By evening fall they had come to a glen. A lovely glen of ferns and ponds, lush green meadows. Forrest thought if he could build a cabin in the meadow, life would be okay in the New World, the Parallel Universe would be alright--fuck his birth world.\par \tab A campfire was made, the meal prepared (including fish). Honey had been found in a tree and acquired without so much as a bee sting from the few hovering bees. Forrest, though, kept a steady eye out for pissed off bees. None came.\par \tab In the middle of the night a stiff breeze kicked up.\par \tab By morning the breeze was a wind and the clear blue sky was blooming turbulent light gray. \ldblquote I think we need to find this Riverdale, soon.\rdblquote he couldn\rquote t imagine, though, what Riverdale would be. In a new world, in a parallel universe--he had no experience.\par \par \tab By noon it was raining. A cold rain with a moderate wind. The group was sheltered, however, by being off the winding road and taking comfort in the forest itself. They were just a little chilled but not soaking wet.\par \tab Into a large almost accommodating hollow of a tree they went, it looked as if thought it HAD been struck by lighting, a long-long time ago. It was the only tree that looked that way. There was not enough room for all of them, a nearby boulder with a small indentation at its base and some crossed fallen trees offered shelter, too.\par \tab Forrest with Annie (of course) and Holly occupied the hollow of the great pine. Dustin and Willy with Jamie took shelter at the boulder. Forrest cuddled the girls. The lightning roared and thunder rolled. At least it WAS a showing of nature. Forrest had begun to wonder and the storm helped ease his mind.\par \tab Easing his mind, too, was the presence of Annie and Holly. Both of which he enjoyed--he also enjoyed Jamie but they all couldn\rquote t fit so well in the tree--and the boys needed something to \ldblquote ease their minds\rdblquote , too!\par \tab\ldblquote I gotta pee.\rdblquote complained Holly firstly. Only half an hour they had been in tree--outside the rain was pouring. It wasn\rquote t a cold hard rain but rain nevertheless.\par \tab\ldblquote Take your clothes off.\rdblquote Forrest said to her.\par \tab For a moment Holly had to think about the \ldblquote suggestion\rdblquote and digest it. Then, she begun unbuttoning her small striped/checkered shirt. At twelve, she had a nice chest--her breasts were palm sized, just right for squeezing and no more than a mouthful.\par \tab\ldblquote You too.\rdblquote Forrest said to Annie. He wondered how the boys were at the boulder, was Jamie naked and getting doinked already? Slowly he slid out of his own clothes, his cock rock hard and \ldblquote ready.\rdblquote\par \tab He enjoyed watching the girls strip out of their clothes. He masturbated while they did so. Neither girl spoke and as soon as they were naked, Forrest held Holly\rquote s hands as she pooched her naked ass just outside the tree and peed.\par \tab Holly was cute. Na\'efve, kinda plain, and cute. Blond hair in twin braids, near lily white skin, and a slightly furry little muffin. After she had pissed her bladder empty, Forrest eased her back inside the hollow where it was indeed warmer--and settled her down upon his cock, her body into his. His hands clamped tenaciously onto her lovely young pre-teen ass and his cock slid near effortlessly into her cunny.\par \par \pard\nowidctlpar\qc Fancy Meeting You Here\par \pard\nowidctlpar\par \tab It seemed as though the forest had taken on new growth. The rains had lasted all thru the night and then some. When at last they had stopped, Forrest and crew were once more on their way--albeit nakedly.\par \tab The air was fresh and clean but not cold. All emerged from the hollow of their trees naked anyways. After a bit of nourishment they struck out once more for Riverdale.\par \tab The lake had fallen away to a memory. But there were many creeks. Lots and lots of lush green ferns and moss. A deep forest indeed. The road they followed eventually narrowed to nothing more than a path.\par \tab By late afternoon the skies warmed thru to the forest floor. Forrest and company continued going about naked. It was a new way of life. Jamie, Holly, Annie; Dustin and Willy, missed their \ldblquote former\rdblquote life, but were adopting the new one.\par \tab\ldblquote No school!\rdblquote was a bonus Willy didn\rquote t miss.\par \tab The girls, naturally, missed their friends, parents, school, and the MALL! The boys sorta-kinda missed their friends and parents. But it wasn\rquote t a big drag on them. And Austin, well, he didn\rquote t give a particular shit either way.\par \tab He had been awfully quiet, though, he interacted with the others but often lagged behind the group. Forrest thought he was merely hanging back to check the girls\rquote nakedness. When resting shortly before evening type time, Forrest found the young companion fraught with fever.\page\tab It was a minor worry and concern for him (Forrest) lest any of them should fall prey to some disease, an ailment of unknown type, break a bone, appendicitis act up, severe toothache! Any of those things were minor and would be easily remedied in the Birth World. But the New World?\par \tab By morning\rquote s light Austin was no better. No worse, but not better. His fever was constant but hadn\rquote t increased. His whole body was hot. And it hadn\rquote t been noticed the last time the boy had peed.\par \tab For most of the day the group stayed put. Forrest hoped of finding Riverdale, it suggested a community. With a community there may be something of help. Maybe. But then again, it could be merely a \ldblquote river\rdblquote running thru a \ldblquote low place between hills.\rdblquote\par \tab Austin needed help, medical aid--and quick!\tab\tab\par \par \pard\nowidctlpar\qc *\par \pard\nowidctlpar\par If it sounds like--it probably is\par \tab Mushrooms, carrots, fennel, a variety of herbs, and extremely LARGE potatoes were found to be plentiful throughout the new area of forest. There was no sign of \ldblquote riverdale\rdblquote but they had crossed a rather LARGE creek spanning some 20 feet across and four feet deep. There had been a bridge but it seemed to have been washed away a long time past.\par \tab Once across the \ldblquote mini river\rdblquote the forest took on a little different look to it. Very flat, very green, old forest moss on the floor, rocks, boulders, and trees. There lingered in the still air an unpleasant \ldblquote odor.\rdblquote It mingled in with the freshness of the natural forest air.\par \tab Forrest tried to determine \ldblquote where\rdblquote the foul smell was coming from, but couldn\rquote t. The trees were of a variety-species unfamiliar with Forrest, LARGE diameter trees similar to oaks but only similar in the bark fashion and nothing else.\par \tab The ground was a little more \ldblquote spongy\rdblquote ? the air cooler. It was an old-old forest. Very little was disturbed but a lot was disturbing. Birds could be heard, one and two at time--but not close. A woodpecker helped calm some nerves pecking away somewhere up high somewhere kinda close. \par \tab There was still something of a \ldblquote path\rdblquote to follow. It appeared well worn but Forrest saw no tracks. The \ldblquote odor\rdblquote drifted about and began to sting the eyes. Then, just as quickly was replaced by cool refreshing air. A dob of a wet bandana to the eyes helped, too.\page\tab Suddenly there was a scream. A girlie-type scream. The group halted in their tracks--waiting for the \ldblquote next\rdblquote scream so as to get a better ideal of its location.\par \tab They were not denied, a horrific scream there was--followed by a KER-SPLASH and the sound of someone/thing ker-splashing into some water--although it didn\rquote t really sound like water--more like mud.\par \tab\ldblquote Stay here!\rdblquote Forrest told the group. With his stout walking stick (his only weapon he hoofed it quickly towards the direction of the noise.\par \tab There was a hectic floundering as if someone in dire distress. There, too, were other voices, shrieking and crying.\par \tab Forrest ran bolting thru the old forest stumbling out into a suddenly appearing \ldblquote marsh\rdblquote . A flat stinky marsh were there was a large body of slimy green mucky funky water. Foggish-mist rose up from the brackish funk--it along with the horrendous god-awful smell of the marsh nearly blinded Forrest from seeing clearly.\par \tab But he DID see a floundering person in the water, covered in what could only be described as thick funky split-pea soup. When bubbles busted, it sounded exactly like someone breaking wind. Gross.\par \tab Forrest eased out his walking stick, the bank\rquote s edge of the marsh was up three feet or so from the surface of the horrendous goo. He clung to a small sapling tree. The person who was floundering couldn\rquote t see nor could he see, the goo covered his eyes and ears, nose, and body as a whole. \par \tab The tree Forrest clung to gave way. He fell in. The brackish gooey water was not particular deep--five to six feet at most. It was just the brackishness was a bit much. It was hard to breath, the smell was horrendous enough by itself without having the stuff actually on you!\par \tab Forrest found that he had difficulties making his way, the bottom was just as spongy (gooshy) as the forest floor. The water was \ldblquote thick\rdblquote and seeing let alone breathing was difficult with each passing second. Finally, though, he managed to grab the floundering person. \par \tab The floundering person was in hysterics. Forrest determined it was a girl. He had his hands full and risked getting beaten to death--but in the thick brackish water and the thick coating of green goo kinda lessoned the stings of any possible injury.\par \tab It wasn\rquote t easy--not in the least, but Forrest managed to drag to hapless girl to the bank of the forest and push her into it. \par \tab Dustin and Willy were there, along with the others he had told to \ldblquote stay put\rdblquote . they grabbed the newcomer and pulled her into the forest while Forrest pulled himself out of the mucky muck.\page\tab He hated having to soil clean water, but clean water was what they needed, badly. The water was damn cold, too. The girl (and it was a girl) didn\rquote t quit realize what was happening to her until the cold water began to seep into her skin. She was nude, there was a nude man before her, there were clothed kids around her, she was ass deep in a rushing chilling creek.\par \tab Before she freaked-the-fuck out, \lquote Calm--be calm.\rquote\par \tab It took a moment for that to happen. But she gulped, tucked her hair back about her ears, trembled and her spirit sunk. She realized that she had been \ldblquote saved.\rdblquote With that she was pulled out of the water by the others.\par \tab The boys quickly set about getting a strong fire going. The girls scurried about getting the girl (and Forrest) drying materials. Forrest stood observing the girl, he had made a quick note that she was NOT a virgin, she was approx. fourteen, dark hair, and had her eyes fixed on Forrest\rquote s dangling schlong.\par \tab\ldblquote My name is Forrest.\rdblquote Forrest said squatting before the still trembling girl. He introduced the others one by. \tab\par \tab\ldblquote Jennifer, Jennifer Sarahs.\rdblquote\par \tab Forrest looked to her, strongly. \lquote Do you ever go by the name, \ldblquote Jenny\rdblquote ?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Yes.\rquote she said in his mind and nodded as well.\par \tab Forrest closed his eyes. In some respects--a lot of respects, if she were a few years younger she would be a lot like HIS Jenny.\par \tab\ldblquote Do we still have some soup left?\rdblquote Forrest asked of Holly.\par \tab\ldblquote Yes.\rdblquote she and Annie quickly set about preparing some soup. \par \par \tab By the fire the new girl, Jennifer, warmed up. A blanket about her, hot soup in her hands. She was calm, scared, but calm. The boys, including a sickly Austin, checked her out. \par \tab\lquote Are you warm?\rquote\par \tab It was a little iffy, cold? Scared? Frightened out of her wits\'85\par \tab Slowly Forrest weaved his way into the girl\rquote s mind, explaining the New World/Parallel Universe concept. It was easier than verbally explaining. The images of the Parallel in his mind and the concept of the \ldblquote Doors\rdblquote transferred from his mind into Jennifer\rquote s mind. It was just easier that way.\par \tab And also, in doing so, Forrest learned a lot about the newcomer. A lot. She was sweet looking, but\'85\par \tab She drank her soup and digested in her mind the New World concept. Forrest was still in her mind--learning\'85\page Jennifer Sarahs\par \tab For Jennifer Sarahs life had been pretty smooth--up until the time her parents split. Her dad of whom she adored and loved more than anything moved to the opposite end of the country. Jennifer stayed with her mother. Which wasn\rquote t all that bad actually, but it panged her to be without her daddy.\par \tab Life continued.\par \tab Then, just as it was smoothing out again, her mother re-married.\par \tab The man was okay, but not her daddy and never would be. She didn\rquote t dislike the man, he was okay and owned his own business. But he wasn\rquote t her daddy and didn\rquote t want to have anything to do with him.\par \tab The family, as a whole, were church goers. Jennifer only attended services because her mother did. Before the divorce, Jennifer was big on church, and she supposed she still was, but it had lost its flavor and she had begun to disassociate herself from it.\par \tab But not all of it.\par \tab As a teen, and a girl, one of the primary jobs she had acquired was that of being a baby-sitter. It earned her a little scratch and time away from her new-daddy. The babysitting duty also extended to her church. It also got her in good with a one Ricky Fritz.\par \tab Ricky Fritz was eight years young. He was cute, er, handsome. Sandy brown hair, sweet, a nice little fartknocker. His parents had split, too, and so he and Jennifer connected (in more ways than one.)\par \tab When friends and parental units and general pressures of being in among \ldblquote others\rdblquote got to be too much, it was time to abandon them and seek solace elsewhere. Jennifer sought her solace outside of the church, behind it and unseen by the trees and bushes.\par \tab One time she noticed young Ricky kicking rocks and a can, hands stuffed in his dress slacks--not looking too happy in the least. She watched him as he meandered his way to some bushes, moved thru them, and then paused. Quietly and on the Q-T Jennifer slipped thru the bushes, too. She saw the boy peeing. He had only unzipped and pulled out his little dick and was pissing away on the grass.\par \tab When done, and he had did the \ldblquote shake\rdblquote , he proceeded to \ldblquote tuck\rdblquote his member back in and zip up. When zipping up he made a sudden outcry. By his shrill and body language, Jennifer knew what had happened--he had caught his pee-pee in the zipper.\page\tab Ricky was only slightly alarmed at Jenny\rquote s sudden appearance. He was in too much distress to be overly frightened or embarrassed. Jenny\rquote s smile and general demeanor, too, helped soothe the boy; then, the boy was amazed (if not pleased) with Jenny\rquote s soothing manner of stroking his injured penis.\par \tab This only led to other pleasures--all the while church services were going on! Little Ricky was enthralled with Jenny\rquote s titties. He eyed them and enjoyed them--and sucked them! Jenny undone her top and freed her teenage delights, Ricky sucked on one, kneaded the other. Jennifer, meanwhile, pulled Ricky\rquote s dress slacks and underwear down and caressed his ass.\par \tab This only led to Jenny laying out on her back, sliding her panties down (and off), parting her legs, pulling her skirt up and pulling young Ricky onto her. After \ldblquote positioning\rdblquote the boy onto her sex, natural instinct and a little cooing instruction \ldblquote put it in me\rdblquote soon ensued and they were fucking.\par \tab Ricky liked. A lot.\par \tab It was a beginning. \par \par Jenny\rquote s Dilemma\par \tab There were many things about Jennifer Sarahs. But one thing at a time. It took awhile to determine the catalyst for the events that ultimately brought her to become the newest member of the New World. It seemed to be the time where the beginning of the end began.\par \tab Ever get caught doing something (or someone) you shouldn\rquote t?\par \tab Jenny did, happened to her.\par \tab\lquote Jenny and Ricky, sittin\rquote behind the trees, Jenny was naked spreadin\rquote out her knees. Along came Ricky, dick in his hand, jumped on Jenny to beat the band!\rquote\par \tab And right in the middle of a good hump, Jennifer\rquote s step-daddy stepped into view. Jenny nearly shit right then and there. Young Ricky lost the ability to breathe and knew the proverbial \ldblquote shit was going to hit the fan.\rdblquote he pulled up his clothes quickly and abandoned Jennifer.\par \tab Jennifer all a fright tried pulling herself together, gathering her clothes and such. Her new daddy, though, shook his head, \rquote No.\rquote\par \tab The man then semi roughly positioned the girl on her hands and knees and lauded her grass stained bare ass with his hand. When her ass was severely reddened by his spanking, her long pony tail was pulled back, pulling her head back. \page\tab She was crying from the stinging of her ass as well as still a little frightened about being so busted. Her face was up against his crotch, his hard throbbing cock. He looked around and seemed to pause a moment, then unfurled his manhood and stuffed every inch into the girl\rquote s mouth, his step-daughter.\par \tab She sucked and sucked, he pumped and pumped. A time or two he pulled out and humped her face then masturbated into her mouth before stopping and stuffing his cock back into his trousers. He seemed to be nervous.\par \tab He made Jennifer stand up, he then pressed her against his body, locking his left arm about her as a parent would do a YOUNG child, and lauded her naked ass again.\par \tab Jenny managed to wrench away from the man, she grabbed up her panties and bra and fled--she wore a dress, it was a shambles and grass stained but oh well.\par \par Then\'85\par \tab It was a thing with her, to go about her two-story country home naked. (when her parents were out of course) Then, when they were expected home, to flee to her room and frig herself to orgasm. Many times she did so as they were pulling into the driveway--it was some kind of euphoric kick to try and finger herself to orgasm before her parents entered the house.\par \tab Usually the parents stayed out quite late and Jenny was usually asleep before they returned. Jenny was mildly aware that sometimes her mother peeked in on her before retiring.\par \tab One time, Jenny was happily prancing about the house butt naked and soon found herself on her bed. Simple masturbating wasn\rquote t cutting it anymore, fingering was one thing, getting dicked was one thing more. She didn\rquote t have a boyfriend, she was afraid of horny boys her age getting her pregnant. Soooooo, what\rquote s a girl to do in lieu of a cunt pleasing cock?\par \tab Why a cucumber of course!\par \tab A lonely girl\rquote s best friend--that wont knock her up!\par \tab Jenny was deeply involved that she was not aware of her parents\rquote return. She was also not aware of her step-daddy watching her! He had peeked in on her and found her deeply involved with the vegetable. When Jennifer DID realize she freaked a little. Her new daddy shushed her with his finger to his lips, then stepped into the girl\rquote s room, shutting the door.\par \tab\ldblquote What are you doing? Get out!\rdblquote Jenny bitched to the man.\par \tab The new daddy paid her no heed and unfurled his manhood once more. It was stiff and aching. \ldblquote I\rquote ll give you a choice, sweet daughter of mine,\rdblquote he seethed, \ldblquote suck it or turn around.\rdblquote\par \tab Jennifer was horrified, she had gotten to the side of her bed bringing her bed covers about her. She was terrified, confused, and pissed. \ldblquote Get out of here!\rdblquote she shouted.\par \tab The new daddy, though, shook his head; No, he wasn\rquote t going to.\par \tab And when it looked as if though the girl would call her mom,\par \tab\ldblquote Go ahead, scream your head off--your mom\rquote s crashed out.\rdblquote \par \tab That was bad. Jen\rquote s mother had crashed with Captain Valium, she had also been \ldblquote out\rdblquote socializing so she had some booze in her--she was in essence in DEEP slumberland. The new daddy smiled and leered at the hapless teen.\par \tab\ldblquote I\rquote ll tell!\rdblquote shouted Jennifer.\par \tab\ldblquote Go ahead.\rdblquote returned the new daddy, \ldblquote Whattya gonna tell her, you were caught fucking a cucumber and I spanked you?\rdblquote he smiled continuously while he spoke (and masturbated).\par \tab\ldblquote Come on, take the spanking, make it easier on yourself.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Fuck you!\rdblquote she shouted.\par \tab The man grabbed her and wrestled her across her bed and began an earnest bout of swatting her ass. His cock, too, was pressed against her hip and soon while he pinned her arms behind her back, he pushed his throbbing manhood against her flaming ass cheeks and then\'85\par \par Indulgence\par \tab Jennifer did her best to avoid the Bastard. She DIDn\rquote t inform on him, no special reason, she just didn\rquote t. She continued with her frolicking with Ricky, though--and humping cucumbers, zucchinis, and bananas. And at length she was caught vegetable humping--this time by her mother!\par \tab No spanking, or anything else--just a horrendous scolding.\par \tab Then, sneaky new daddy caught her again with Ricky.\par \tab After rushing the young lover away, \ldblquote Hank\rdblquote dragged a terrified Jenny further into the trees behind the church whereupon he took the place of Ricky--this after a good ass beating with his hand. He nearly ripped her clothes off but he wanted her naked. He then quickly mounted her and fucked her.\par \tab When he had \ldblquote finished\rdblquote he crawled up onto her chest for a little titty fucking. He brought Jenny\rquote s head up to \ldblquote kiss\rdblquote the head of his cum soaked cock, meanwhile, he fingered Jenny\rquote s fired up cunt.\page\tab She was not ALL that pissed about the horrid situation.\par \tab Was she \ldblquote letting\rdblquote herself be caught? It was indeterminate. Maybe, maybe not. She didn\rquote t know herself. Ultimately, though, she guessed that it wasn\rquote t so bad--or wouldn\rquote t be so bad if the man wouldn\rquote t be so rough with her. She didn\rquote t care for the bare ass spanking or the rough treatment of when he raped and/or sodomized her.\par \tab It soon came to be that \ldblquote Hank\rdblquote just had his way with Jenny any ole time he wanted! Spanking, fucking, sodomizing, and repeat. He caught her running amok in the house naked and really went to town on the girl. It left her dazed and pissed. So pissed that she DID tell her mother, informing her of the sex abuse.\par \tab She got another harsh scolding and a face slap. She was called a liar and a troublemaker. It was a beginning, a rift was formed between mother and daughter.\par \par Jenny\rquote s finale\par \tab The final straw came when Jenny\rquote s mother announced that she was pregnant. It didn\rquote t stop Hank from banging Jenny, though, but he DID lesson himself--mostly \rquote cause Jenny made damn doubly-triply sure she was never alone in his presence. Which pissed the man off so when he DID get to Jenny--his \ldblquote doing\rdblquote her was a little more involved than usual.\par \tab Her mother\rquote s pregnancy serious crimped Jenny\rquote s style.\par \tab That was nothing compared to when the baby finally arrived.\par \tab Jenny\rquote s socializing was curbed. She hadn\rquote t had much of a social life prior to the new arrival, but it fell to absolute nil afterwards. Jenny was 14 years old and since she had experience as a babysitter, she got saddled with babysitting her own brother.\par \tab It pissed her off--greatly.\par \tab Her mother caught her naked in the house with the baby and scolded her and grounded her, forcing her into babysitting near indefinitely. Missing a big dance at school, a baseball game of which she was the almost star pitcher, her first date, and so on.\par \tab Enough was enough.\par \tab Maybe a few days gone would mend the rift, or cause her mother to reconcile, something. She ran off into the woods. She carried away with her a backpack with some essentials. She figured she could do very well on her own for a couple of days, maybe three or four. \page\tab Then, one morning as she was walking, making her way to her church to talk to her Sunday School teacher, about the sex abuse from her new daddy, and all of the sudden--the woods changed. Almost right before her eyes. She couldn\rquote t explain it, but the woods were like those woods in the deep north, where the temps were usually moderate or low with lots of rain.\par \tab Then, she was floundering in a suddenly appearing marsh. \fs20\par \pard\kerning0\f1\par }