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Book 2\par
Roadtrips & Sidetrips\par
Chapter 28\par
Beans can be your friend\par
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\tab She wasn\rquote t sure about this, she had a mild case of the heebie-jeebies for sure.  Tinkering alone with the Brady family had been one thing, August was close at hand should something go awry.  But now, he was in the first bus, she was in the second, traveling down a small town\rquote s country lanes.\par
\tab She had the power.  Apparently.  She had the ability to transform, she supposed August did as well, he had been a bird.  But \ldblquote entity\rdblquote  form was more prudent for their next shenanigan uprising.  She just hoped that it went well without problems.\par
\tab She didn\rquote t ask about leaving the area they had come into, although they already had from the get go.  She no longer worried or concerned herself with returning back to the mega RV and the others.  As long as she was with August, fine.\par
\tab A mile (or so) out of town and the lead bus slowed and turned off of the main two lane road and onto a secondary.  Charlotte held her breath and worked the \ldblquote magic\rdblquote  of being an Entity.  She had the bus driver, a security guard, a vice principal, a band leader and her assistant, and 24 students.  (14 of which were boys--ages 15-17)\par
\tab August had mostly an entire bus load of girls (ages 15-17).  The volley ball team of Touloca Lake High.  There was a small support staff, much like on Bus 386A following behind (Bus 1012C).  In all, Bus 1012C had thirty-four delights, possibles, considerations, etc.\par
\tab Charlotte\rquote s bus had twenty-nine passengers all tolled.\par
\tab Very lightly she \ldblquote calmed\rdblquote  the bus driver, allowing her to continue operation of the bus although in a \ldblquote controlled\rdblquote  state of being.  The Vice Principal was targeted nextly, Charlotte flubbed up on her and the more she tried to get a \ldblquote hold\rdblquote  of him the more Charlotte panicked.\par
\tab At length she backed off and when the VP realized that the driver and taken a different turn other than the normal prescribed one, he leaned over to inquire.  Charlotte was able to \ldblquote calm\rdblquote  him and return him to a quiet undisturbed mode.\par
\tab The security officer and the two band directors were calmed.  The lead bus turned off of the smaller virtually one lane ultra country lane and off into some deep-deep woods.  Charlotte\rquote s driver followed, looking back only a few students were curious about the route deviation.  Charlotte tempted fate and \ldblquote calmed\rdblquote  them, as well.\par
\tab The lead bus came to a well rutted dirt road but managed regardless.  Rustic old fences on each side, thick pines and shrubs, meadows and a few horses here and there.  Charlotte\rquote s driver continued following, Charlotte having to \ldblquote calm\rdblquote  more and more of the student passengers until she had safely managed to subdue them all!\par
\tab She was surprised.  She wondered if August was having any problems.\par
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\tab At length Bus 1012C pulled off of the dirt road and nestled itself in among the pines.  Driver Bridgette Shoney commanding Bus 386A pulled up to within mere inches of the lead bus.\par
\tab No one stirred, only the dust.\par
\tab The door of the lead bus opened but no one got out.  The support staff of Bus 386A occupied the first seats, the bus\rquote  students all quiet behind.  The dust settled and Charlotte waited.\par
\tab And waited.\par
\tab And waited some more.\par
\tab\lquote August?\rquote\par
\tab No response.  Briefly a bit of fear arose in Charlotte.  She tapped her fingers together and then had Bridgette open the door.  Warm fresh air greeted her, twittering birds were in the tall pines, the scent was strong everywhere of pines and natural forest.  Tranquil and serene.\par
\tab\lquote I\rquote m here.\rquote  August\rquote s soothing voice came to her.\par
\tab\lquote Where were you?  What was going on?\rquote\par
\tab\lquote Nothing major.\rquote  he said, only this--and nothing more!\par
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Show Time in the Woods!\par
\tab For starters, the support staff of both buses came out and rested against boulders and decaying fence.  From August\rquote s bus he pressed his invisible Entity body against volley ball coach Saundra Gahles-38.  A nice gal, lots and lots of blond hair (with dark roots).  She was cute, perfectly fit, strong boned, soft skin, bodacious twin C-38s, long narrow face, hazel eyes.\page\tab Knee length black knit exercise breeches she wore, a loose fitting white and red blouse, thunder-thighs.  August diddled her warm sensitive snatch, grabbing some ass and grinding on her.  Charlotte couldn\rquote t see him, but saw the woman\tab\lquote s legs opening, her arms outspread and knew August probably had something to do with it.\par
\tab They could normally \ldblquote see\rdblquote  one another, when they were not using their \ldblquote special powers.\rdblquote   It was too much of a strain when exerting their will onto others, something had to give.  Which was what worried Charlotte, at some point she felt that the Device was going to shut-down without word or warning and there they would be--naked, doing something immoral, and totally busted.\par
\tab August didn\rquote t seem worried and that pissed her off even more.\par
\tab In their minds, the Support Staff was \ldblquote restrained.\rdblquote   They were just unable to move or call out or protest in any manner.  Assistant volley ball coach Debra Doans-30 was next on August\rquote s attention list.  She was younger, cuter, small tits, smaller thighs, smaller butt.  She was similarly attired as the coach.  (but not for long!)\par
\tab Old familiar lustful feelings invaded August, he worked Debra Doan\rquote s black knit slacks down, discovering to his chagrin that she wasn\rquote t wearing any panties!  He fondled her, fingered, then opened her legs and inserted Tab A into Slot B.\par
\tab Charlotte caressed August\rquote s ass, an assurance of his presence was truly there, she watched as the woman was doinked by an invisible cock.  That in itself was somewhat--invigorating.\par
\tab Debra was up against the flat of a boulder, a rustic old fence behind, pine trees giving thankful tranquil shade to the serene area.  No one on the support staff stirred, no one from the buses were in uproar.  Not yet.\par
\tab August humped madly, stripping the woman\rquote s clothes off and driving his bone into her seldom fucked snatch, jerking deeply and quickly until some minutes later with a mighty grunt/groan/moan he came.  And a lot.  He grabbed the woman\rquote s ass and down onto the grassy ground they went for the enduring final fling of a man getting his final nut.\par
\tab When done--he was not done & done.  He rested, laying on her, Charlotte didn\rquote t know what to do, she kept a vigil on her bus load, scanned over those of 1012C, then watched as Debra was \ldblquote positioned\rdblquote  into a doggie-style.  Her bottom was being spanked.  Charlotte helped, finding August\rquote s hands.\page\tab Down she went to find his cock, it was gooey and still ejaculating.  They kissed and August\rquote s cock slowly returned to substantial life.  Charlotte herself angled the saucey dong into Debra\rquote s corn hole and the backdoor banditry endured as many as ten minutes before August unloaded.\par
\tab It was then time for Stage Two:\par
\tab Coach Gahles undressed--on August\rquote s command.\par
\tab Then, bus driver Ken and security dude Kevin undressed.\par
\tab Probing Ken\rquote s 28 yr old mind August learned that the young man had a serious boner for the volley ball girls, for their coaches, too.  As a driver for the unified high school he had a boner for virtually every girl who boarded his bus.  He was not into guys, but young boys preteen age to eight or so tempted him, too.\par
\tab But he would prefer a girl in her mid teens.\par
\tab He was NOT a virgin, but hadn\rquote t overly scored with a girl, either.  (and the girl he DID score with--a dog wouldn\rquote t want to fuck.  Ken himself was no prize, black military style glasses, long narrow face, mustache that didn\rquote t suit him, semi-unkempt black hair.  He was tall, lanky, and uncoordinated.  A geek.\par
\tab Security Guard Kevin Mackley was a tall black man, robust with a nice seven inch cock and ONE nut!  (the other was castrated by a pissed off wife--now ex-wife.)  His cock still worked and like the geeky bus driver he, too, desired the lovely ladies of Touloca Lake High.\par
\tab August put Saundra and Debra to work, cocksucking the two men.  He finger fucked the two women as they worked, spanked them, peed on them, then took a moment to rest.  Security Guard Kevin-35 was re-married but his lovely new ultra skinny wife did NOT give him head.  She barely let him fuck her in the ass!  August let the man\rquote s mind wander; he did not settle on the image of his wife but did so indeed wander to the lovely young ladies of the small country high school, a few teachers, acquaintances of the family, and some of the fine young ladies of his church!\par
\tab His powerful black cock slammed into Debra\rquote s mouth with reverence.\par
\tab Saundra was not a cocksucker herself, but she knew how it was done and HAD given some in her early teen years.  She didn\rquote t prefer it.  She took it in the ass from a strap-on dildo from a friend--a female friend.  She was married to a wonderful man who sank his bone into her cunt quite often, they were newly married.\par
\tab\lquote I\rquote m going to the bus.\rquote  August said to Charlotte.\par
\tab She was going to ask, \lquote What up?\rquote  but knew better.  He was up to something, he always was.\par
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\tab Inside the bus all was quiet and quite still.  That was about to change.  One by one the twenty girls departed the bus and stood just some feet out from it along its side, shoulder to shoulder.  The boys then were instructed to stand in the center aisle, and remove their clothes, tossing them out the opposite window.\par
\tab Charlotte saw the boys undressing and came onboard, she wasn\rquote t going to miss this! Of the 10 boys of Bus 1012C, three were fifteen years young.  Four were sixteen with the remaining three at seventeen.  The high school was small and so most all activities were combined rather than the school\rquote s extracurricular doings settled into their usual separate classes (i.e. Freshman, Sophomore, Junior, etc.)\par
\tab All three of the fifteen year freshmen were virgins, one had a sister he wanted badly to fuck--she was twelve years old and had a dynamo body.  His parents would kill him outright if he ever tried anything with her and got caught.  \par
\tab One of the sixteen year old WAS screwing his sister, his aunt and two cousins.  His sister was thirteen and mostly gave him head.  The two cousins he took on at once, one was a year older than he, the other just turning twelve.  Both took his abnormal 7-incher into their three holes willing.  They bathed together, skinny dipped, and had just recently allowed him to shower their nude bodies with his urine spray.\par
\tab Only one of the seventeen year old boys was getting any action.  He was banging one of the teachers at the school.  The other two were just avid masturbators and spies.  All ten of the boys secretly desired to fuck their brains out to any girl they knew.  Pussy, mouth, asshole, titties--it didn\rquote t matter, as long as the bitch got naked and serviced him.\par
\tab Only one boy consider traipsing over to the homosexual side, a hole was a hole, right?  He just wanted to know what the diff was between a guy hole and a girl hole.  Close your eyes and you wouldn\rquote t know the difference, right?\par
\tab Right\'85\par
\tab Once nude and their young minds deeply entrenched with the young ladies of the bus they were sharing, the boys came up to the seats and peered out the window.  August released part of his grip on their minds, allowing them to see the girls and the support staff in action.\par
\tab Every cock sprouted immediately to a highly erect state of being.\par
\tab Faces were classic stunned, shocked, amazed, awed, blown away.\par
\tab Then, to further blow the boys\rquote  minds, all twenty of the girls bent over and pulled their skin tight knit shorts down to their knees.\par
\tab The boys were having difficulties breathing.\par
\tab Five girls pulled their panties down, too--a natural habit.\par
\tab Two girls wore \ldblquote thong\rdblquote  undies.\par
\tab One girl wore no undies at all!\par
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\tab In order for the boys to \ldblquote enjoy\rdblquote  the girls, the boys had to \ldblquote perform\rdblquote .  In that they had to fondle one another, rub, caress and do all things commanded by the \ldblquote entity.  Each member of the bus crew understood in some form or another that they were being forced into complying with horrendous acts by none other than a spiritual entity.  A purely evil and demented entity.  \par
\tab There was no fighting it--although some tried and some didn\rquote t care to.\par
\tab August learned that he and Charlotte WERE back where they belonged, just in another state.  Many of the subdued ones were fearful of what had happened to the \ldblquote other\rdblquote  bus horror story still filling the national news.  August kept that bit of tid bit in check, why had they (he and Charlotte) come back to their normal time frame, but not back to where they had left?\par
\tab He\rquote d deal with that later--right now, FUN!\par
\tab The boys understood (in part) that before getting a chance to have depraved fun with the girls, they had to deprave themselves with each other.  Though the prospect of fooling around with the already half naked girls (the girls had now removed their tops and bras), was enticing, the boys were not overly thrilled with doing things with one another.\par
\tab But a look out the window to the girls bent over, topless, their gym shorts and underwear at their ankles, hands on their delicious asses pulling the cheeks apart--convinced them otherwise.\par
\tab The members of Bus 386A were all ogling what was happening, the boys and girls (and support staff) all aghast, awed, stunned, blown away.  And unable to do thing one about it.  Charlotte had the girls line up against the windows of the right side, the BOYS then lined up behind them.\par
\tab Charlotte wasn\rquote t done: Bus Driver Bridgette Shoney-33, occupied one of the green vinyl bench seats.  She was a mother of three, wife of one.  She drove the bus from the high school and taught private English/Math on the side, too.  She was originally from Chicago, dishwater blond, sometimes an airhead; but sensible, responsible, trustworthy, and virtually pure of thought and deed--one who would never submit to outlandish sexual depravity.\page\tab However, behind closed doors with hubby she was a wildcat.  She would frolic in the shower/tub with him, do the infamous around-the-world, take it up the ass, in the mouth, between the tits.  She loved to be spanked and she loved to eaten out.\par
\tab But only by her hubby.  SOME boys enticed her and made her cunny tingle, sometimes she endured a stray thought of having a brief interlude with a strapping teenage boy--if he met certain criteria.  (handsome, 16, rugged, hung.)  \par
\tab Her mind was only partially hers, she was commanded by another unknown force; her mind complying without her consent.  The horrible news of what had happened to that OTHER bus filtered into her mind.  She grew very frightened, the authorities had found bodies and the perpetrators had never been caught!\par
\tab   She knew she was laying down, her student passengers all up against the right side looking out the windows.  Suddenly, standing before her was thirty-three year old Geoff Garvey.  He was the band assistant, married to the smallest woman in all size dimensions she had ever seen.  (she even had a pipsqueak of a voice!)  Geoff was okay, a nice guy, sometimes noted to be staring at the girls of the high school which only creeped Bridgette out and made her suspicious of him.\par
\tab Now he was standing between her legs.  Her feet were firmly planted on the floor, she was unable to move an inch.  Geoff she assumed was equally being controlled.  They were ALL being controlled, but by who?  How?  And Why?\par
\tab Geoff Garvey stood and seemed to be struggling, his neck muscles tensed up and he trembled all over.  None of the students in their right side seats moved or looked back.\par
\tab Not even when their band assistant began undressing!\par
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\tab In the lead bus; the boys all caressed one another\rquote s bums, fingers into the crack and diddled the puckering mostly virgin bung holes.  All the boys did the \ldblquote reach around\rdblquote , hugging another boy and fondling his prick & balls.  All the boys had to bend over while another ran his cock up and down his crack.  But no penetration.\par
\tab Only half of the boys got stiffies as a result of all this.\par
\tab And for those lads who did NOT get raging boners--they had to SUCK the cock of those who had!\page\tab While the boys sucked, August took a moment to rest.  He had the young girls outside stand up and caress their asses and fondle their breasts.  For the moment they did nothing more, their gym shorts and undies at their ankles.  The support staff still engaged in immoral depravity sucking, slurping, humping, and watching nearby.\par
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\tab Gunther.\par
\tab He thought of Gunther.  Not for any particular reason save that for this particular incident a video camera would be nice.  A video camera would have been nice for the outlandish antics of the Brady family, too!  But another Bus Incident would have been something!\par
\tab A strange feeling enveloped him then, as he thought of Gunther Tallywick.  He didn\rquote t know what, but something.  August was disturbed by the feeling and stopped the boys\rquote  cocksucking.  He wanted to boogie home as soon as possible.\par
\tab But first!\par
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\tab Band Director Dana Proust-36, lay out in a seat next to where Bridgette lay getting pronged by her assistant.  Between Dana\rquote s legs was the naked vice principal of Touluca Lake High, a nice man he was but she didn\rquote t want to bed him.  He undressed her, she offered little resistance although she tried.  Mr. Barnes did seem to try and hold back himself, but some unimaginable force compelled him otherwise.\par
\tab Drake Barnes was a sandy hair fella, well manicured, soft hands, sold household goods on the side and that rumor that he was once an accused child murderer was just a rumor--wasn\rquote t it?\par
\tab Of course it was--it had to be, he wouldn\rquote t be in such a position if it were true.  Right?\par
\tab He had charm and charisma, but was a harass and not many students liked him, nor the faculty.  He suspended more students in a year than in the history of the school!  He had something on the administration, though, or his ass would have been canned long ago.\par
\tab Anyways, he was naked, his clothes tossed out the window.  He almost leered and sneered as he removed Dana\rquote s clothes.  She struggled and twisted, begged, but was unable to find a voice in order to make her claims noticeable.\par
\tab Once nude Drake lay on her, his mighty beef steak grinding against her sex.  She regarded sex as a private and personal thing, this was rape.  Or was it, it was forced but she was certain for some assurance that Drake was also being forced to do what he was doing, right?\par
\tab Dana gripped the cold steel of the handrail of the top of the seats as Drake\rquote s mighty fuck pole slid into her quim.  Uncontrollably she pushed herself up into him, swallowing his cock.  They commenced to fucking.\par
\tab Bridgette gasped for air and shook violently as she endured the incredible throws of immeasurable multiple orgasms.  She called out for God, repeatedly; eyes and mouth, hands, toes, pussy no longer hers to control.  She came, and came, and came.  Power fucking into Geoff until her body totally was spent.\par
\tab Geoff, too.\par
\tab The ordeal was far from over, though.\par
\tab The sweat of sex had scarcely begun to dry on Bridgette\rquote s nude thrashed body when thirty-eight year old Kris Wa Li stepped out.  No emotion to his handsome face, long wisps of dark hair nearly concealed his dark eyes.  He was mix of Chinese and Japanese along with Korean and Philipino.  He rode a narly Ninja hot red motorcycle and was well liked by the student population of TLH, envied by the male faculty.\par
\tab He was nude, his cock in his hand already stiff and ready.\par
\tab Bridgette tensed up.  Screwing her husband was her only thought and desire, traipsing over to immoral boundaries just wasn\rquote t her bag.  She couldn\rquote t, it was immoral, wrong, slightly illegal (to sleep around).  \par
\tab She couldn\rquote t close her legs, she was allowed to free up one hand to satiate her aching cunny and frig it just a little more.  Pools of cum coated beneath her ass.\par
\tab Kris put a knee on the seat, his neck muscles tensed up as he seemed to try and fight off the invasion of mind control.  He soon developed a nose bleed, he shut his eyes tight and then into Bridgette\rquote s mind she received a command, \rquote Pull your legs back, all the way back.\rquote\par
\tab And so she did.\par
\tab The All-Asian security guard pressed his cock to her very seldom fucked asshole.  She had no choice but to tense up, gripping the seat, rail, and closing her eyes tight as a major penetration penetrated.\par
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\tab Dana Received Wa Li\rquote s special treatment, too.  Thereafter Vice Principal Drake schlepped his salami up between the two women\rquote s breasts until the two accepted the horror and sucked on the head of the cock and made it cum.\page\tab Thereafter, the students of bus 386A turned to watch.  The boys having the narly unmitigated task of undressing the girls.  Once the girls were nude the elated boys hugged the girls, squeezed their asses, and marveled at the lovely naked breasts.\par
\tab Then, it was the girls\rquote  turn.  Naturally.\par
\tab Charlotte the Entity was in full control, she had learned from the master!  He was still busy with his own bus load.  Charlotte managed her own, quelling any uprisings emotional or otherwise.  From the boys she had very little problems.  The girls, though--she had to exert a great deal of umph to keep them in line.  The adults of Bus 386A were hard pressed to keep under control, but Charlotte\rquote s new found powers prevailed and the student girls all came to be upon their knees, gently sucking the cocks of the boys.\par
\tab Naturally the boys were okay with this, the girls were not.  Charlotte worked her wiles on the girls keeping them steady on the task in their mouth, clutching at the boy\rquote s ass, fondling his furry nads, sucking his cock whole until blast off.\par
\tab Only a couple of the girls completed the task without retching/hurling/vomiting or even making an unpleasant face.  The sucked, smacked their lips, and swallowed.  The others broke out into various uncontrollable reactions with two vomiting.\par
\tab The boys stood lathered in a sheen layer of sex sweat.  Some had already received head from other girls.  Some were merely masturbators only lusted for humping a hot horny warm hole.\par
\tab Timidly the cocksucking girls sat in the benches on the right side of the bus.  The boys turned to face the only two women on board.  Both women knew what was going to happen.  So did the boys.  \par
\tab Half the boys poked their schlongs into Bridgette Shoney\rquote s cunt, the other half banged off into Dana Proust\rquote s bung hole.  After a brief rest period, titty suck, fingering the two women out, a titty fuck until their cocks were stiff once more, the boys switched and fucked the hole they hadn\rquote t filled yet.\par
\tab During this time--Security Officer Kris Wa Li and assistant vice principal Drake Banes faced the girls laying in the benches opposite their counterparts.  They knew.  They all knew.\page                                                          *****\par
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\tab Debra Doans tried to shield the fact that she had sex with her father\rquote s best friend.  Coach Saundra tried to hide the narly fact that she had been in a hot tub with as many as five boys--five teenage boys.  No one wore clothes and before the boys all tottled off to their homes she had been \ldblquote filled\rdblquote  to the brim by each boy in turn.\par
\tab Ken Whals eyes always went right to a girl\rquote s face, taking it all in at once and then straight down to her crotch.  If she wore a dress, he checked her breasts and then the swish of her ass as she moved by.  Desperately he desired to bag every girl he ever knew.  And try as he might to hide the illicit fact that age and sex and color and size did not matter--August found out regardless.\par
\tab Both support staff men sank their bones into the two support women; Saundra still on the flat of the boulder, her legs up along Ken\rquote s bare hairless chest.  Debra got hers while standing, bent over, titties flopping as big dick Kevin pumped vehemently into her backdoor.\par
\tab Before allowing the tormented boys still on the bus out, August helped himself with the twenty girls.  To each one he inserted his cock, into her mouth, pussy, or asshole.  He rubbed their asses, spanked; fingered their holes and plunged his fuck stick into a hole that was \ldblquote willing\rdblquote  and had received a cock (or something like) before.\par
\tab Again lightly he probed for tasty tidbit information; only a few had interesting tales of illicit doings.  No one was into dogs (or horses), but a couple were taking the sisterly love to a whole new level!  One girl gave her father a blowjob on a weekly basis as well as sat naked on his lap and let him up her slit--but she was still a virgin.  Pussy only.  He went up her ass, the first time she had been merely ten years young.   His tongue probed her cunny and he taught her the fine art of masturbating.\par
\tab Two girls were \ldblquote friendly\rdblquote  with one another while another was friendly with her sister.  One girl was going for the all elusive \ldblquote A\rdblquote  in math class by spreading her legs for the math teacher.\par
\tab To each girl August enjoyed, on his knees behind her, examining her ass, fingering her hole, nipping her cheeks and finding the non-virgin pooper he fucked it.  To those bitches whose poons were being fucked, August backed them up against the bus, wrapped their legs about his waist and entered them.\page\tab Finally, the ultra horny teenage boys of Touloca High emerged from their bus and stood behind the girls.  Ten girls were without a partner, so the boys firstly lined up behind a girl \ldblquote of their choosing.\rdblquote   Fondled bare ass skin, admired the naked girls, the spent undies on the ground, and introduced briefly their cocks to the girls\rquote  pooter holes.\par
\tab Thereafter the boys entered into something of an outdoor orgy.  The five \ldblquote leftover\rdblquote  girls were not \ldblquote left\rdblquote  out, Bus Driver Ken came to nosh on the cunt of one, Security Guard Mackley butt humped another.  A leftover girl crawled underneath that girl being porked and sucked on Mackley\rquote s swinging balls while the girl being porked sucked on the ball sucking girl\rquote s cunt!\par
\tab August then checked in on Charlotte\rquote s bus.\tab\tab   \tab\tab\tab\par
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\tab It just seemed a natural, a no brainer--to combine both bus loads into one gigantic cum wad.  Girls to girls, men to young girls, women to young boys.  Every hole was filled--fingers, tongues, cock, cum.  August balled Charlotte in the center aisle of her bus and was happy with that.  When the combined bus loads could no longer \ldblquote perform\rdblquote , August digested what he could do with them as an afterthought.\par
\tab He was not so inclined to do outlandish things as Gunther Tallywick was prone to do; dumping their bodies down a well and then filling the well with debris.\par
\tab Instead the luggage compartment of the buses were opened and the students and support staff were crammed therein.  The tires were flattened, radioes busted, engine disabled.  August and Charlotte then scampered off into the woods to seek out their next adventure!\par
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                                               Strangers in a Strange Land\par
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\tab Though it was impolite to stare, there was an awful lot of going around.  The frightened newbies clung to one another once detached from Wendsy.  They wore clothes, green quilted overalls, one wearing something of a pink & white shirt, the other nothing but.\par
\tab The one with the pink shirt had short white fur with splotches of orange.  Very fine whiskers, but no tail.  She stood upright like a human, no shoes.  Deep green eyes, very pretty, and all of about ten years young in human terms.\page\tab The other was a boy, a year or so older but having about the same body size/build as the other.  His fur was white, too; but had black splotches rather than orange.  Both had typical markings all over just like a regular domestic house cat.\par
\tab Neither seemed to be able to speak, but Hunter and Wendsy determined that they probably did but were just frightened to do so.  And, if they COULD talk, what language would they speak?  \par
\tab\ldblquote If this world is theirs,\rdblquote  surmised Wendsy, \ldblquote then the words we\rquote ve been seeing are their language.\rdblquote\par
\tab Hunter had to digest that and think before he understood.  If he couldn\rquote t read their language, then what chance did he have in understanding what they might say?\tab\par
\tab They tried speaking with the kittens, communicating with them in several ways.  Wendsy took on the persona of the American West Indians conveying their language to the White Settlers traipsing across their land of the early American West.  No words were really spoken, only hand movements, touching the ground, pointing out objects and such.\par
\tab Unlike the settlers and early Indians, Wendsy had more foundations in which to communicate--their were the cars, the buildings, and all the stuff inside the buildings.  A rudimentary language was begun, it was time consuming, though; the kittens would need some time to adjust to the Invaders.\par
\tab The kittens kept to themselves, staying close and never straying when outdoors.  If they spoke between one another they did so out of earshot or observation.  They were timid and watched/observed the humans.  They seemed uncomfortable, which was felt by the humans.\par
\tab Hunter tried to ascertain if the kittens had something like an alphabet, knowing their basic language he thought he would be able to determine their words.  Wendsy went a different route, picking up a book she called out in her own language, \ldblquote BOOK.\rdblquote\par
\tab She did so with a pail, a chunk of wood, pointing to one of the vehicles, every item in the general store, the ground, the trees, the sky, everything around them.\par
\tab Finally the girl kitten said, \ldblquote Tacha.\rdblquote  indicating the book.  She had a girlish voice, timid, and possibly what a kitten would sound like if a kitten in Wendsy\rquote s world could talk.\page\tab By week\rquote s end the humans and kittens were conversing, though it was easier to speak kitten-ese than the other way around.  The kittens either didn\rquote t get the concept and were unable to speak the human words, or just didn\rquote t care to.  \par
\tab Getting them to cough up what they knew about the new world parallel wasn\rquote t happening.  The girl kitten merely shrugged, she didn\rquote t know.  The boy kitten simply didn\rquote t acknowledge the question.  It WAS determined that the parallel universe was host to others like them, though--a race of cat people.\par
\tab The girl kitten finally gave her name as Cinna.  Cinnamon.\par
\tab The boy kitten Cinna said was Soda.\par
\tab Whether they were brother and sister was not known.\par
\tab How they had come to be in the bottom of the well was not known.\par
\tab Where the \ldblquote race of cat people\rdblquote  were, not known.\par
\tab Hunter was pissed, \ldblquote Why won\rquote t they tell us?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s probably because they don\rquote t know us.\rdblquote  answered Wendsy.\par
\tab\ldblquote What they fuck does THAT supposed to mean?\rdblquote\par
\tab Wendsy pursed her lips, wrapped her arms about her bare knees and looked out to the landscape that was serene.  \ldblquote I\rquote m not sure but they could regard us as invaders.\rdblquote\par
\tab Hunter shrugged his shoulders, \ldblquote We\rquote re not invaders!\rdblquote  he complained, he didn\rquote t understand.  \par
\tab\ldblquote If they were to come into OUR world, what would we call them?\rdblquote\par
\tab She had him there.  Hunter sulked.  Where were the other cat people, not that he really wanted to see them, they--\par
\tab He understood.  If there WERE other cat people then he and Wendsy WOULD be regarded as invaders, aliens!  Son-of-a-bitch!  But still, didn\rquote t Soda and Cinna see that Hunter and Wendsy (and the others) were just kids, they weren\rquote t military creeps, they didn\rquote t have weapons.\par
\tab They also didn\rquote t have something else, fur.\par
\tab Cinna made mention of this one night after dinner.  Hunter had stepped out for some air and a long think about their situation.  Cinna had come out and though she was not close by him, it was a start.  She leaned on the rail that wrapped around the small one bedroom catkin home.\par
\tab\ldblquote What happened to your fur?\rdblquote  she said (in her own language.)\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I\rquote m human, I don\rquote t have fur.\rdblquote  it was the most he had been able to speak to the catkin-kitten since coming together.  In facts, it was their first conversation!\page\tab Days later while sleeping with Wendsy in the living room converted into a bedroom, \ldblquote they are in hibernation.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Who?\rdblquote\par
\tab Wendsy looked to him.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh.\rdblquote  dumb ass.\par
\tab\ldblquote Then why not them, why not Cinna and Soda?\rdblquote\par
\tab Wendsy shrugged.  A log in the fireplace popped.  A mockingbird chirped out in the great elm, a light breeze picked up and moved the limbs of the tree and little stronger. \par
\tab Scattered about on the floor, on the sofa, here and there, were the furless ones.  Cinna and Soda were in another room.  No one was in the bedroom, it just seemed awkward to take the room belonging to someone else, it was too creepy.  There were plenty of covers and the floor was covered with hand woven rugs.  No fur rugs and no carpeting.\par
\tab Cinna and Soda were kittens.\par
\tab Their race was catkins.\par
\tab They lived in a parallel universe.\par
\tab The catkin adults were in \ldblquote hibernation.\rdblquote   reason unknown, and how unknown, too.  Kittens, too, were in hibernation, save for Cinna and Soda.  These things were fact.  These things were learned over a course of two more weeks.  Conversations between the humans and kittens came to be a more normal occurrence.  But neither kitten still gave up much more information than that; like the most pressing Hunter wanted to know was was there a way OUT of the catkin parallel?\par
\tab September wanted to know why the catkin adults had gone into hibernation in the first place.  It was not a typical \ldblquote catlike\rdblquote  thing to do.  Bears and beaver and other such woodsy animals hibernated, not cats.\par
\tab There was more to the kittens\rquote  story than they were sharing.\par
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\tab In the interim, though:  they were not so much unlike Hunter and Wendsy\rquote s crew, late one night Hunter awoke with the urgent need to pee.  On his way thru the kitchen he chanced to hear noises.  Familiar noises.  There was a room off of the kitchen that served as a laundry room.  No electric washer & dryer set, old fashioned cement tubs and wringer washers.  Cinna and Soda had made it their personal retreat.  \page\tab Hunter carefully peered in and saw just barely familiar \ldblquote movement\rdblquote  going on.  Who was on top was not clear, it was too dark.  But there was some serious grunting going on.  Hunter and September talked often about what it would be like to fuck Cinna.  Wendsy gave no indication if whether or not she wanted a tryst with Soda.\par
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\tab A couple of days later--Hunter put into motion to help things along.  He at first hadn\rquote t really thought of it or any thing about it, it just happened.  At the not-so-deep river.  Here on a nice sunny day it just seemed to be a natural:  to skinny dip.  The \ldblquote river\rdblquote  wasn\rquote t deep so the frolicking was just splashing about and making merry.\par
\tab Cinna and Soda came upon the gang, all very naked and making much ado about being merry and carefree.  Cinna and Soda did not join in, but watched from the sanctity of the bushes.  Hunter was aware, as was Wendsy & September.\par
\tab Later on that day Cinna was observed observing:  Wendsy sucked off on September\rquote s hambone while Hunter porked her from behind.  A short time later on the living room floor Hunter had little Tammy up on his lap, his rock hard hardness gliding up and down her crack.  Carlie was in the doggy style position with September behind her.  \par
\tab That night Hunter made it a point to stay awake and listen to the tale-tell sounds he was familiar with.  He didn\rquote t have to wait long, just half an hour after everyone had retired he heard the distinctive sounds of grunts and groans.\par
\tab Cautiously he moved to the laundry room and peered in.\par
\tab It took a little while for his eyes to adjust but he saw Soda--it had to be the boy kitten--on his knees humping madly the girl kitten Cinna.  They spoke in low tones and Hunter was unable to grasp much of what they said, but got the gist of it--\rdblquote It\rquote s not in!\rdblquote  Cinna complained.\par
\tab Sooooooo, boldly the following day, Hunter and Wendsy engaged in backdoor banditry blatantly as Cinna and Soda watched.  After Hunter got his nut, he pulled out of Wendsy pooter, sidestepped away on his knees, caressed Wendsy\rquote s ass as well as his cum spurting cock.\par
\tab Cinna and Soda watched and were visibly intrigued.  Soda visibly had a boner going on inside his green quilted clothes.  Hunter caressed and then patted Wendsy\rquote s darling little ass.  Soda looked a little surprised, looked to Cinna who gave him no help whatsoever.  (it was soooooo difficult to read a cat\rquote s face.)\page\tab Apprehensively Soda stepped forward.  Everyone watched as he gazed over Wendsy\rquote s offering, then as Soda slid out of his clothes.  He wore no underwear.  His little cat dick was not too much unlike a human\rquote s, it was more pink and had a bit of a \ldblquote head\rdblquote  to it.  It was slicker and sleeker.  \par
\tab Wendsy bent over more, head and shoulders to the floor.  Darla and Stephanie watching in awe the narly proceedings.  Carlie being poked by September.  All the girls had come to be used to engaging sexually with Hunter and September, it had become somewhat a natural thing to do.\par
\tab The wee ones watched, too; they, too, had become used to the daily doinkings, suckings, fondlings, and just plain humpings.  Hunter was still somewhat uncomfortable with fooling around with little Tammy and Andrea, but he humped on them just the same.  Mary Kate and Ashley he went INTO, recently humping all three of their available holes.  To five year old Tammy he was just humping her mouth.\par
\tab September, though, was whole heartedly humping the girls, regardless of their young tender age.  He wasn\rquote t violent about it but his \ldblquote insistence\rdblquote  prevailed.  And Wendsy helped.  Hunter let it be, at times he felt the strange odd urges to lay his cock against Tammy and Andrea and hump, enter their young entrances and hump until orgasm.\par
\tab Soda humped.\par
\tab Wendsy enjoyed, friggin\rquote  her young box until Soda creamed her back entrance.  Then, while Soda sat back fondling himself, reeling in his first human fuck, Wendsy turned about and went down on him.  Cinna had come up close and watched, having never seen (obviously) a blowjob in progress.\par
\tab And that night, right as rain, Cinna endured and sucked on Soda\rquote s kittenish schlong.\par
\tab The following day:  Darla and Carlie gave Soda another dynamic BJ, also presenting their own darling little asses for him to fuck.  Stephanie didn\rquote t suck him, nor part her ass cheeks.  She lay on her back with legs open wide.  Hunter sat on her face with his testicles encased in her mouth.  Hunter held the girl\rquote s legs back and by subtle glances from Wendsy to Soda, the kitten took the offering and positioned himself between the nude human girl\rquote s legs.\par
\tab Wendsy had to guide his cock to the \ldblquote proper\rdblquote  hole as he once more tried to poke his way into Steph\rquote s asshole.  The kitten found cunt fucking much more pleasurable.\par
\tab Cinna finally gave up her own body to Hunter, and then September.\page\tab                                           *****\par
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\tab There was the brief convo discussed about \ldblquote leaving\rdblquote  the humble abode, traipsing off down the road to see what was there.  It was just a part of conversation.  Hunter and Wendsy thumped around the notion that the kittens would give up their hidden information eventually.  Hunter thought that with time together the kittens would warm up and be more freer to spill what they knew.\par
\tab But they hadn\rquote t.\par
\tab One day Hunter was out at the river.  Wendsy was with him.  They were nude and had been frolicking in the refreshing water.  Wendsy was \ldblquote not there.\rdblquote   her mind was elsewhere.  Hunter occupied the bank, Wendsy sitting in the ankle deep river.  September came along, shed his clothes and sat beside Hunter.\par
\tab At length Wendsy stood.\par
\tab Hunter lay back and stared up to the curious (still) orange sky.\par
\tab Some whisps of thing layered clouds lazily crossed the marmalade-like sky.  He sighed and lightly thought of home.  Home-home.  He could do without Gunther Tallywick, but home was home.  Wherever the fuck he was now was okay, but he was a stranger in a very strange land.\par
\tab He was about to close his eyes when he became aware of September getting up and sloshing thru the water.  Hunter sat up and noted Wendsy making her way thru the middle of the river, September following.  For a moment Hunter remained sitting, \rquote What up?\rquote  he wondered.\par
\tab With nothing better to do he followed.\par
\tab Wendsy traipsed down the river a ways, then stopped.  September paused just behind her a few feet, Hunter came up short behind him.  He knew the two siblings were odd--and that was putting it mildly.  But with being odd, they had an odd manner of being \ldblquote in tune\rdblquote  with one another.  Hunter had learned that they communicated silently between one another.  (or so he assumed that they did.)\par
\tab They possibly had other spooky powers, too.  Hunter didn\rquote t know for sure but determined that they had mental powers beyond that of his understanding.\par
\tab September stepped up closer to his sister, Hunter held back a moment and sensing something was up, stepped up to flank her.\par
\tab\ldblquote Something up?\rdblquote  he had to ask.\page\tab No one spoke.  Hunter looked out along the river, he saw nothing out of the ordinary.  He fondled his balls and lightly thought of porking Cinna, making love to the kitten was quite an intriguing experience.  It wasn\rquote t too unlike pegging Wendsy or the other girls, but different enough to make it different.\par
\tab Suddenly he felt something.\par
\tab He couldn\rquote t explain it, it was like a vibration--like a vibration felt off of someone\rquote s loud stereo speaker system with heavy duty base.  His body tingled, his hair and teeth tingled.  He felt an incredible pressure first striking him full on and then enveloping him.\par
\tab Then there was brilliant bright light that was mostly green.\par
\tab In his ears he heard sounds like that of a million jingle bells.\par
\tab And then there was nothing. \par
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