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{\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1507;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\li360\qc\f0\fs36 August Moone Sagas\par
\pard\qc Book 6\par
Journeying\par
Chapter 33\par
And then what happened?\par
\pard\fs28\par
Lust in the Dust\par
\tab\ldblquote Soooo, am I the first girl\emdash you\rquote ve ever seen\emdash\rdblquote\par
\tab Ted gave her his famous charming smile.  He had to be careful of what to reply.  Bowing his head and not looking directly at her \ldblquote goodies\rdblquote  he shook his head, indicating that she wasn\rquote t the first girl he had seen naked.\par
\tab The two sat by the fire, opposite of one another.  It was a touchy moment and had to be played carefully.\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote ve never seen a guy\emdash I mean, a guy\rquote s\emdash thingy.\rdblquote  Melody blurted out.  She sat on her butt with her arms wrapped about her knees.  It was mid noon; no helicopters, no search parties on the water or anywhere around them.\par
\tab Ted gave no response.  What could he say?  What could he do?\par
\tab\ldblquote I mean,\rdblquote  continued Melody, \ldblquote that the pictures and stuff in our health books\emdash\rdblquote   she shook her pretty head and didn\rquote t finish.\par
\tab Ted stood and sought out some more hidden drift wood, not making much ado about concealing his naughty parts\emdash of which were still dramatically hard.\par
\tab\ldblquote How come it\rquote s like that?\rdblquote  Melody asked.  She was all kinds of embarrassed and Ted felt some of the embarrassment himself.\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I dunno,\rdblquote  Ted said plucking some wood from under a boulder, \ldblquote it\rquote s kind of got a mind of its own.\rdblquote  then, \ldblquote It embarrasses me sometimes when it gets--\rdblquote  he didn\rquote t finish and faced the boulder.\par
\tab Silence existed between them for the next few moments, Ted continued to find bits of wood and brought them to the fire.  His cock remained ever so stiff (and ready to boink Melody at any moment given the okay to do so.)\par
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\tab To continue making good the \ldblquote hero\rdblquote  thing, and the chance to prance about butt naked, Ted once more braved the river.  Clinging tenaciously to the boulder that stuck out into the raging river he tried desperately to peek around to look up from where they had come.\par
\tab But the bank gave way and he tumbled into the drink.  Again.\par
\tab Melody was right there and latched onto him.  Ted was frantic and  pulled Melody in, then it was a mad scramble to reclaim senses and get back onto the shore.  (during which time Ted in his pushing Melody onto the shore did so with his hand on her bare ass\'85)\par
\tab Back by the fire and calmed down from their frightening experience, Melody was the first to remove her shirt.  (of course, she and Ted could have merely taken their shirts and covered their below-the-waist-naughty-bits, but what fun would that be?)\par
\tab Ted removed his and was butt bare assed naked.\par
\tab Melody still had her bra on.\par
\tab Then she promptly removed it, too.\par
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\tab\ldblquote May I ask you something?\rdblquote  \par
\tab The fire crackled but was dying down.  The long hot day they had tolerated.  They were dry but hungry.  No sounds of thropping helicopters, no voices of rescuers.  Evening was upon them, they had quenched their thirst from the river\emdash Ted getting another delightful gander at Mel\rquote s ass and cunt crack as she stooped over scooping up the river water.  How desperately he wanted to rush her and shove his fuck stick into her.  Pussy or asshole he didn\rquote t care.\par
\tab Somehow he managed to grip his toes into the sand and stay put.\par
\tab Ted shrugged as he sifted the coals and added the last piece of wood available.  \ldblquote Sure.\rdblquote  he said.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, I-I shouldn\rquote t be asking this, but I-I was just wondering--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Have you and Justine--\rdblquote  she trailed off, chewing a lip and staring at her feet as she sat on her butt opposite of Ted at the campfire.\par
\tab Ted knew what she was getting at.\par
\tab No, he hadn\rquote t, he wanted to, though.  He wanted to screw every girl that worked at the Runamock\emdash even the secretary who was in her 30s and the wrangler who was a gal who was in her late 30s!\par
\tab\ldblquote No.\rdblquote  he said honestly.  Would it have made a difference if he would have said \ldblquote Yes.\rdblquote ?\par
\tab\ldblquote Man, I\rquote d give anything for a burger and a shake.\rdblquote  Melody said suddenly changing the subject.\par
\tab Ted grinned and nodded, a \ldblquote FUR-burger\rdblquote  and a \ldblquote SHAKE\rdblquote  of Mel\rquote s ass on his face!\par
\tab\ldblquote I saw Justine and Kyle--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote What!?\rdblquote  it was a startle and a \ldblquote huh?\rdblquote\par
\tab Melody sheepishly grinned and bowed her pretty head, \ldblquote Yeah, in Horsemight\rquote s stall.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote They were DOING it!?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yep.\rdblquote  Melody said matter-of-factly.  \par
\tab Ted was stunned, He had fucked Kyle in the ass, toyed with the dude\rquote s balls and cock and been reamed himself in the ass by Kyle\emdash and Kyle the asshole never said word one he was boffing Justine!\par
\tab Justine had an ass.  A great ass.  A nice ass.  She had tits, too; nice tits that jiggled as she rode  her horse Horsemight.  She was mostly serious and didn\rquote t overly like Ted all that much, but Ted was a fair horseman himself and more than once got Justine\rquote s approval about his horsemanship.\par
\tab But he had never boffed her.\par
\tab Kyle had.\par
\tab\ldblquote Was Horsemight in there, too?\rdblquote  Ted asked curiously as he imagined Justine and Kyle naked fucking in the hay the huge bay stallion standing right there, too!\par
\tab Melody nodded that it was so.  Then,\par
\tab\ldblquote Soooo, like, you saw them--\rdblquote  Ted took a turn at trailing off.\par
\tab Melody blushed and smiled.  She had a smile.  A wondrous smile.  Her eyes, too; wondrous.  She had great complexion and personality and looked great sitting in the nude.  Ted closed his eyes and desperately fought to keep himself from jerking off right then and there.\par
\tab He saw Melody\rquote s eyes\emdash focused on his erection; he sat on his ass with HIS arms about his knees\emdash in similar fashion as Melody.  His manhood was right there for her to gawk at.  And she was.\par
\tab\ldblquote She was on top, too.\rdblquote  Melody continued.\par
\tab\lquote Holy shit!\rquote  Ted exclaimed to himself.  \lquote What the fuck, were you right in there with them!?\rquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I was standing just outside the stall.\rdblquote   It had been midnight, it was hot and Mel\rquote s feet had been hurting causing her not to be able to sleep.  So she took a walk and strolled to the stables.\par
\tab\ldblquote They were really getting it on, huh?\rdblquote  Ted smirked.  His mind was set on Justine and Kyle fucking, with Justine on top!  \par
\tab\ldblquote I-I couldn\rquote t see much, though,\rdblquote  Melody added, \ldblquote it was too dark.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Have you ever seen anyone--\rdblquote  Ted stopped himself as the question was kind invasionary.\par
\tab\ldblquote I saw my cousins--\rdblquote  she blurted but then abruptly stopped herself.\par
\tab\ldblquote Cousins?\rdblquote  Ted was curious, he hadn\rquote t a sister (or brother) but always wanted one.  He had casually heard brothers and sisters \ldblquote did it\rdblquote  and always wondered what it would be like to boff one\rquote s own sibling.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah,\rdblquote  Melody continued, \ldblquote couple summers ago.\rdblquote  she trailed off and didn\rquote t seem to want to add to the story.  Ted slowly found himself with his hand wrapped about his prong.\par
\tab Melody yawned and sideways stood up and then ambled off towards the river.\par
\tab\ldblquote Going for a swim?\rdblquote  Ted asked teasingly.\par
\tab\ldblquote Not really.\rdblquote  she returned.\par
\pard\li720 She squatted.  Ted raised his brows and thumped on his cock a little tighter.  \lquote Oh God!\rquote  he was in agony.  Agony!  Melody was squatting to pee!\par
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\tab The need to pee struck Ted, too; but he couldn\rquote t go.  His cock was stiff and very erect and disallowed the flow of urine.  He stood facing the back area of their enclosure, one hand on his sand encrusted ass the other trying to coax his cock to either cum or pee.\par
\tab Casually he wondered if while fucking a girl he could pee in her?\par
\tab (no, you cant)\par
\tab\ldblquote Everything alright?\rdblquote  Melody\rquote s voice interrupted him.  He couldn\rquote t answer and wanted to just out and out jack off.  But with Melody right with him it would be a waste to cum and not have any of it on her!\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I cant--\rdblquote  he couldn\rquote t finish as he was frustrated.\par
\tab\ldblquote Anything I can do?\rdblquote\par
\tab WHAT!? WHAT!? WHAT!???  What was she saying!\par
\tab Ted fluttered his eyes and turned his head to see her somewhat careening her own head trying to get a more suitable look at his doings.\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I cant pee.\rdblquote  He managed to blurt.  He turned his attention to the boulder wall and squeezed his dick and his ass.  \ldblquote Oh God!\rdblquote  he exclaimed.\par
\tab Moments passed, he neither could cum or pee.  It was agony.  Agony!\par
\tab Then, Melody was behind him.  Gently she brushed the sand off of his ass.  Then her body was right up against him\emdash he could feel her breasts against his backside.  His cock took on a new feeling.  It also took on a new hand!\par
\page\tab Gently-ever-so-gently, Melody\rquote s hand wrapped itself about Ted\rquote s hand.  She moved the two hands up and down while resting her head against his back.  Ted couldn\rquote t breath.  His mind was in overload.  There was so much he wanted to do.  So much.\par
\tab Slowly Ted removed his hand and let Melody handle his handle.  He squeezed his nuggets with one hand while daringly reaching back behind him to rub Melody\rquote s ass.\par
\tab It would be a real bad time for a rescue\'85\par
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\tab No need to worry for that.\par
\tab Melody worked Ted\rquote s cock into a surging frenzy.  Ted could scarcely think straight, let alone breathe.  Melody was good, maybe even better than he himself.  She had a gently touch; squeezing the prong and pulling the skin taut all the way to the base.  \par
\pard\fi720 With her thumb she rolled it around the super sensitive crown and then diddled it to the piss slit.  Soon her free hand (that had been busy diddling her sex) reached around and took over squeezing Ted\rquote s balls.\par
\pard\tab Agony!  Agony!\par
\tab Ted could take it no longer.  He turned to face her.  \par
\tab She was smiling.  Bowing their heads to one another they embraced for a few linger moments before their lips found another.  They began to kiss, their tongues mingling and their lust exploding into new areas of the unknown.\par
\tab Slowly the two eased to the sand, Melody opening her legs.  Her nipples were beautiful, as was the girl herself.  Ted mounted her, locking his arms with his masterful cock grinding up against her cunny.  Melody arched her back and it seemed like as if though her poon\rquote s lips made like a snake swallowing it\rquote s pray.\par
\tab The sensation of entering Melody was terrific.  More than that.  Ten times more than that.  No words could he come up with to describe the insane blissful feeling of \ldblquote putting it to\rdblquote  Melody.\par
\tab With slow methodic pumps Ted calmly made love to the girl.  Her cunny was snug and delighted him.  His asshole clenched up and all the way into her he went, slowly pulling out almost all the way before plunging back in.  Down onto her nipples he went, engulfing them and suckling.  Melody\rquote s hands clawed at his back, her hips bucked into him and they romped on the sand for quite some time.\par
\page\tab The climatic end came with a rush of a millions sensations all crammed into a miniscule moment in time lasting no more than a minute.  He pumped furiously until the exhausting apex of their unionship was exceeded and Ted had cum.\par
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\pard A matter of minutes\par
\tab Ted\rquote s eyes fluttered.  His balls were singing and cum dripped down his shaft and onto his hand.  Not the first that had happened.  He continued to jack himself until the feeling had subsided.  He could hear Melody\rquote s footsteps in the sand as she returned from where she had gone to pee.\par
\tab A matter of minutes.  He had jacked himself to ultimate pleasure, wasting his load of spunk fantasizing about Melody.  Turning his head just so so as he could see her, she had returned to the inadequate fire and squatted.  Evening was upon them and in a matter of minutes it would be dark.  No rescue.  Another night downriver, alone naked with a naked girl and no sex.  (well, not willing\'85)\par
\tab On the sly he squatted and wiped his hand in the sand to clean off the ejaculate.  He doubted very seriously that Melody would have jacked him, he could imagine all he wanted, but it would never happen.  (not consciously\'85)\par
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Water water no where and non to drink, either\par
\tab Melody awoke hungry, cold, a little confused and sore from her watery experience.  It was breaking down.  The events that had transpired since her initial plunge into the San Juan filed into place and reset her memory.  Looking around as she struggle to awaken to a full state of awareness she saw Ted.  He was standing butt naked at the edge of the river.\par
\tab But something was wrong.  Really-really wrong.\par
\tab As she stood she saw what had captivated her friend she was stunned.\par
\tab\ldblquote What happened to the river!\rdblquote  she said exclaimed almost racing to his side.\par
\tab Ted shrugged.  \ldblquote I dunno, I just got up a bit ago and noticed it was gone.  Just like that!\rdblquote  he snapped his fingers to emphasize the point.  Carefully Ted eased down to where he was sitting on the bank of what used to be a raging river.  There was a four foot drop to the sand.\par
\tab No sign of river.  No sign of water ever having been there.  It was befuddling to be sure.  Ted turned looking back up to Melody.  His eyes quickly averting themselves from her juicy bits and her dangling luscious orbs.  He shrugged and pawed his feet thru the sand.  It was warm.  He stepped out around the boulder and saw\'85\par
\tab No river.\par
\tab Not river at all but a rolling fog a few hundred yards away.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh crap, Ted, what\rquote ll we do?\rdblquote\par
\tab Ted had no clue.  He guessed that they had come thru to a parallel universe, like what was told on the news.  He had not known anyone who had experienced such a phenomenon, nor had Melody.  \par
\tab\ldblquote I-I don\rquote t think its moving.\rdblquote  Ted said calmly as he stood staring at the rolling fog.  It spanned the width of the river and then some.  It looked incredibly thick, boiling/rolling (in place) and was at least sixty feet high.\par
\tab\ldblquote Do-do you think--\rdblquote  Mel had to pause to gather her thoughts, she was almost clinging to Ted\rquote s side.  When she had to have some help scooting down into the dry river, Ted helped and got a nice look at her cunny.  His cock soared and was dramatically hard again.\par
\tab He couldn\rquote t tell but he thought he saw Mel \ldblquote checking\rdblquote  him out.\par
\tab\ldblquote Do I think what?\rdblquote  \par
\tab\ldblquote Our world, the Runamock, where we came from\emdash do you think its in that fog, behind it or something?\rdblquote\par
\tab Ted had no idea.  But he didn\rquote t think so.\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I think we should find another way.\rdblquote\par
\tab The banksides were dirt encrusted and not too easy to master.  Several times they both tried various places only to tumble back down\emdash spread eagled and exposed.  Both grew somewhat embarrassed by having to gawk at one another\rquote s private areas.  Ted wished Mel would be more open.  He wished that Mel would please him the way he had fantasized her doing\'85\par
\tab Not wanting to get closer to the mysterious fog bank the two teens went some yards down from their boulder camp.  The bank was lower and with Ted\rquote s hand on Melody\rquote s ass, she scrambled up to the surface and helped pull Ted up.  She did take notice of his hard-on.\par
\tab\ldblquote Does it ever go down?\rdblquote  she whimsically asked.\par
\tab\ldblquote Not lately.\rdblquote  he chided back.  Melody giggled and blushed\emdash but nothing more.\par
\page\tab The sun was hot and got hotter.  No water no where.  No shade, neither.  With their only clothing, their shirts, the two wrapped their feet and trekked down the now dry river.  It eventually just open up and segued into the desert.\par
\tab Not good.\par
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\tab\ldblquote We might have to give this a re-think.\rdblquote  Ted said as they paused at a lone dead desert tree.  No water, no shade, no clothes; boiling sun, lots and lots and lots of wide open burning desert.  Not good.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hey, what\rquote s that?\rdblquote  Melody exclaimed squinting her eyes.\par
\tab Ted stared into the direction indicated.  It was a long ways but looked like a ridge of rocks\emdash and a building!\par
\tab Too hot to run.  Too hot to think.  Too hot to breathe.  Too hot to dwell on the fact that he was butt bare assed naked with equally butt bare assed naked Melody!\par
\tab Reaching the in question took a little time.  As they neared it was not as grand as thought or hoped.  A ridge of rocks there was stretching some distance left and right and stretching upwards some 50-75 feet.  But nestled at the base was a building, a shack.  A miner\rquote s shack.  Well, it was something anyways.\par
\tab Upon arrival the shack was even less appealing.  It was a structure built right into the ridge of jutting boulders.  A structure mix of tin and wood and cement.  No windows and one door.  Mining equipment lay strewn all over the area and there was a rickety rope ladder nearby going up the ridge of rocks.\par
\tab Ted knocked on the door, it was silly but\'85\par
\tab No one was inside.  Mustiness greeted them when the door squeaked open.  There wasn\rquote t much inside; a bed with a bare mattress, miner\rquote s junk on the floor and the rickety table, there was an old fashioned water pump on a cabinet that had a simple old fashioned basin.\par
\tab At least the sun was blistering their hides.  Melody turned the mattress and plopped down on it while Ted fiddled with the pump.  It was dry and needed \ldblquote help.\rdblquote   He found in the cabinet an old jar that was half filled with water.  It was for the pump.\par
\tab After what seemed forever, a trickle of water did begin to spew out of the pump.  The first trickle was brown and gritty.  A few more earnest pumps and prayers and clear water finally came thru.\par
\page\tab It was well welcomed and both washed themselves with very little thought that they were both naked and standing together--until moments later when the realization sunk in.  Ted didn\rquote t mind, nor care; but Melody\'85\par
\tab Surprisingly inside the wood-tin shed it was cooler and not oven-like.  Melody took seat on the mattress, Ted found a spot at a corner, shielding himself and not blatantly exposing himself to Melody.  Melody couldn\rquote t very well conceal her lovely teenage breasts, but she could close her legs to keep her most holy of holies unrevealed.  (but by this time, why bother?)\par
\tab Their feet were scorched and blistered.  Their shirts they had used to protect their feet had did little good.  Ted sorta kinda regretted his ditching of their pants\'85\par
\tab At length, Melody fell back on the mattress\emdash her pussy right there for the viewing.  So Ted viewed it!  His cock though burnt to a scorching crisp surged to full strength.  He wanted to put his tongue to her pussy, open her legs and \ldblquote get after it.\rdblquote\par
\tab Slowly he squeezed his pud, boning her on the sand at the boulder camp was probably the one and only time.  He sat on his butt staring at her coozy, it was agony\emdash sheer agony!  At length he bowed his head to his knees, leaving his aching cock alone (for the moment.)\par
\tab Exhausted, his body still seared from their trek from the dry San Juan to miner\rquote s shack, sleep came almost instantly.  He slept soundly for awhile, his mind filled with the terrorizing experience in the river, then the encampment and the shagging of Melody.  He awoke finding his cock was still hard, with bits of cum oozing from its piss slit.  The fantasy he had had of Melody jerking him off and pleasing him orally filled him, too.  \par
\tab Looking up he found Melody had pulled herself completely onto the mattress, her back to him.  His eyes focused on her ass.   It was all he could do to keep himself from placing his hand(s) onto the girl\rquote s ass.  Desperately he wanted to.  \par
\tab Shaking his head he slowly arose, stretched, farted, and lightly squeezed his schlong.  Melody never stirred.  A moment he lingered, then another, then he shook himself wholly and turned to look down the short hall that had been overlooked earlier.\par
\page\tab It was short, just a few feet and built right into the massive rust colored rocks that made up the ridge.  At the end was a construction of a wood construct having two holes with wooden lids.  Seeing the roll of toilet paper and a magazine put Ted McGriff wise to what the construct was.\par
\tab There was no detectable \ldblquote smell\rdblquote  and it was guessed what was down at the bottom of the holes was decayed matter and no longer potent.  On some shelving in the extended room were bottles of chemicals and solutions\'85\par
\tab Ted leaned his knees against the knee-high construct and aimed his cock.  With his cock still hard, though, peeing was difficult.  He squeezed himself at the base, fondled his balls, then rubbed his ass and determined himself to pee.\par
\tab Finally his need to relieve his bladder overwhelmed his need to jack off and be pleased sexually.  After a pee that seemed to last five minutes, Ted \ldblquote shook\rdblquote  his willy and turned to find Melody watching him.\par
\tab\ldblquote What are you doing?\rdblquote  she asked.\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I found the bathroom.\rdblquote  he said with a shrug and a smile.\par
\tab He made no attempts to hide his member and walked sideways into the main room while Melody went to check out the two hole shitter.  Ted looked around for sustenance.  And found it!  In some rickety cabinets above the so-so sink and water pump were some mystery tins.  \par
\pard\fi720 Mystery tins as there were no labels indicating as to what was within.  The only utensil was something of a spork\emdash a spoon with notches at the end like a fork\rquote s tines.  It wasn\rquote t strong enough to open the can; Ted by shaking it could hear the sounds of \ldblquote sloshing\rdblquote  within.\par
\pard\tab As Ted checked around the room for something suitable to use to open the can he caught a glimpse of Melody sitting on one of the holes.  She looked at him but didn\rquote t give him a bad look.  Ted continued his search butt bare assed naked.\par
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\tab In a corner under the mattress was a box.  A BIG oblong box was found.  Ted dragged it out and sideways watched as naked Melody came to help.  Her pussy was right there at eye level.  Again, Ted\rquote s dong was strong.\par
\tab The box wasn\rquote t locked and with was some clothing, blankets, shoes (boots) and a can opener!\par
\tab Melody, however, picked up something.  A calendar.\par
\tab\ldblquote Check this out.\rdblquote  Melody said.\par
\tab Ted did so.  He stared.  He blinked his eyes trying to get a handle on what he was staring at.  It was a posed tiger in human-like posturing laying out on a Victorian style sofa that was not the typical red velvet colour but green textured.  The tiger creature was female (she had hooters and a fur pie) and it was mind boggling.\par
\tab Then, the writing on the calendar was odd, too.\par
\tab A book was found having the same/like writing.\par
\tab There were no discernible \ldblquote ABCs\rdblquote  but a new strange language neither had ever seen.\par
\tab\ldblquote We\rquote re definitely not in Kansas anymore.\rdblquote  Melody chirped.  Ted nodded in agreement; then opened the Mystery Can.\par
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\tab Peaches!\par
\tab Lots of peaches in their natural juices.\par
\tab Melody wanted to have another can opened, but feared the next would probably be something like spinach!  She hated spinach.  Ted took the risk and was delighted to find more peaches.  The two were happy and satiated and seemingly not aware of the other\rquote s nudity.\par
\tab The clothing was a nice find, nothing that either was familiar with but recognizable just the same.  There was a \ldblquote fitting\rdblquote  issue but at least their sensitive skin would be protected.  A pair of shoes but no socks or underwear.  It also meant no longer prancing about in the buff.  But the image of Mel\rquote s nude body still filled his mind and for the time it would have to be enough.\par
\tab At evening fall Ted and Melody stepped outside.  It was noticeably cooler.  To one side of the shack was a rope ladder.  Ted went up first with Melody following after he had made his way to the top.\par
\tab The boulders were still significantly hot.  The long sleeved denim shirt Ted could pull the cuffs down to protect his hands.  The shirt though seemingly \ldblquote heavy\rdblquote  in nature was not and didn\rquote t bog him down.  It was light and airy and Ted was thankful of it.\par
\tab At the top of the ridge he and Melody stared out over the other side of the rocks.  More flat land, but lo! there in the distance there seemed to be some buildings, lots of buildings and light!\par
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\tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t travel at night; there\rquote s unseen dangers; you can slip and fall into an abandoned mine; you can step on a snake; get bit by a whole host of desert critters, and the heat will cause you to lose yer mind!\rdblquote  wise words from the old wrangler at the Runamuck.  Ted and Melody didn\rquote t listen, though, and headed for the lights as night came fully upon them.\par
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\tab It was hope.  \par
\tab It was dark.\par
\tab It was still hot.\par
\tab It was foolish.\par
\tab The landscape was not level and dipped several times.  The two stragglers struggled to maintain sight on the lights of the town with only a moment or two pausing to catch their breath.  Ted casually wondered about what they were getting themselves into.  He thought of the calendar with the cat creature as a nudy picture.  What if in the new world they were obviously in had a whole race (a town) full of creatures like that?\par
\tab Dismissing the possible dangers the two pulled their ill-fitting clothing tighter and continued onward.\par
\tab It was hope.\par
\tab It was darker.\par
\tab It was cooler.\par
\tab It WAS foolish.\par
\tab Neither saw the dilapidated wooden planks concealing the vertical mine shaft.  Down they went in a huff and a puff.\par
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\tab A cool refreshing and very welcomed breeze drifted in thru the open window.  A time or two it was thought to be heard a coyote calling.  But when the ears trained to listen more earnestly\emdash the sound could no longer be detected.  \par
\tab With the coolness of the evening the swamp coolers were shut down.  That allowed for an even more peace and quiet.  Occasionally the teenage boy, Ted, would awaken and come check on his friend, before or after a good piss in the normal bathroom down the hall.  He had enjoyed the shower and then a long soak in the tub.  His concerns for his friend were admirable, and it wasn\rquote t long before Forrest unloosened the truth from him.\par
\tab The second round of being unconscious for Melody was a dousy.  A big knot to the very back of her head had done her in.  Forrest didn\rquote t think there was irreparable damage or harm and the young teen should come out of it fairly well.  It would just take some time.\par
\page\tab She was indeed a beauty.  Ted seemed to have no qualms about the adult man who had rescued them stripping the miner clothes off of her and then dunking her in a freshly drawn cold bath.  Her feet were blistered and her skin scorched.  Ted was the same way.  Luckily, though, for them, there were healing salves and ointments to help cure them.\par
\tab While the poor girl slept in an unconscious world, Forrest took his turn with pleasuring himself at her expense of not knowing.  He closely examined her; finding her cunny non-virginal.  She was still \ldblquote tight\rdblquote , though.  That was a plus.  Her asshole was virginal, Forrest finger fucked the girl\rquote s backdoor to his delight making that determination.  With her being unconscious, though, Forrest was unable to delve into her mind to gather necessary information.  But that was okay, there was time.\par
\tab Ted was NOT unconscious and the following morning Forrest picked the boy\rquote s mind.  The scorched teen was none the wiser and Forrest easily put the boy at ease.  He needed very little revamping to come around to Forrest\rquote s way of living.  No encouragement at all was needed, Ted was willing 110%.\par
\pard\qc **\par
\pard\par
\tab Terror filled him along with sheer pain.  The wind was knocked out of him and he swallowed a couple of gallons of sand, at least.  And there was nothing to do but swallow the choking sand, he couldn\rquote t move.  Dirt and debris (and sand) spilled into his eyes and nose, too.\par
\tab Finally he managed to roll to one side and spent several minutes trying to get his breath.  Then he lay still for several more minutes just recovering.  Then,\par
\tab\ldblquote Melody?\rdblquote\par
\tab Rolling back over he found Melody flat on her back.  She was lucky, damn lucky, she hadn\rquote t broken her back.  But the bottom of mine shaft was soft sand.  Well, not exactly \ldblquote soft\rdblquote  per se, but it wasn\rquote t bone crushing hard packed dirt OR rock!  It was just the initial twelve foot plummet that was the bitch of it all.\par
\tab\ldblquote Melody!\rdblquote  Ted cried out.  He shook her, slapped her face, checked her pulse and breathed a sigh of relief to find one.  Her arms and legs were askew; checking them he found no breaks.  She was a very lucky girl\emdash\lquote cept for he noggin.\par
\page\tab A long while there was, frantic moments of sheer panic; being in the bottom of a mine shaft was far worse than in a raging river.  He spent the night calling out, how far away the town\rquote s outskirts were was unknown\emdash let along if there were really anyone about who could hear him.\par
\tab The mine shaft was a pit; it was filled in or had collapsed\emdash which was disheartening as Ted worried how much fill dirt there was beneath him and the rest of the shaft\'85\par
\tab At daybreak, Ted tried climbing out of the pit.\par
\tab Nope.  The sides were rocky alright but nothing to get a good grip on.\par
\tab Frustrated, Ted sat in a huff for most of the daylight morning.  No food, no water, no hope.  Not good.  (again)\par
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 \tab With the need to pee pressing on him, Ted stood and \ldblquote whipped it out.\rdblquote  During the shake he farted and began fondling himself.  His attention then fell to his cock and to the once more unconscious Melody Taylor.  Licking his lips he wasted little time in slipping her boots and miner\rquote s pants off.  He opened her top and pressed his prick right against her muffin.  If she woke up during his fucking of her\emdash well, fuck it, so be it!\par
\tab She didn\rquote t wake up, though.  She made some slight faces and one groan (or grunt).  Ted sank his teenhood into her poon and fucked her until he was spent.  Her bodacious fifteen year old titties got sucked and he wasn\rquote t quite sure if he was peeing in her or cumming.  The stream of \ldblquote whatever\rdblquote  was intense and felt terrific!\par
\tab An hour or so had elapsed and he was horny again, he thought of pegging her again, having her legs up his chest and his cock stuffing into her asshole when he saw a poof of air poofing up some dirt in a corner.  A rumbling there was beneath him and then a small are of dirt/sand gave way.  Several minutes were needed before Ted risked it all by peering down the hole that had been made.  There was insufficient light to see clearly but there was more of the mine shaft below them.  Stale funky air wafted up and Ted began screaming at he top of his lungs \ldblquote HELP!\rdblquote  those lights in the town didn\rquote t come on by themselves!\par
\page Nightshade\par
\tab Looking casually over his shoulder he was bemused to find his ever constant companion watching him.  Morning was nearly upon them, Melody showed no signs of \ldblquote awakening.\rdblquote   Touching her mind revealed little activity, she was in a deep-deep sleep.\par
\tab Austin entered the room, he was nude and had a major erection.  Forrest\rquote s erection was buried to the hilt into the girl\rquote s poon.  Her legs were up along his chest and he was \ldblquote getting after it.\rdblquote   Austin came up to the bed,\par
\tab\ldblquote He\rquote s asleep.\rdblquote  indicating the status of Ted.\par
\tab Austin nodded, though little would he care of the teen boy was awake or not.  He completed his screwing of Melody with a mighty pump surge.  He sat back and stroked his cum squirter.  Young Austin beamed as he stared at the cum oozing out of Melody\rquote s cunt and squirting still out of Forrest\rquote s schlong.\par
\tab Forrest reached out for his stalwart companion, caressing the lad\rquote s arm and up to his head.  Austin leaned in and gobbled on Forrest\rquote s prick, sucking it and cleaning it before being positioned onto Melody\rquote s body.  When he was pumping the girl, Forrest guided his ever the hard hard-on into the boy\rquote s rectum.\par
\tab It was how Ted found them.\par
\tab He stood silently at the open no-door room, slowly stroking his own meat and watching.  When Forrest was done, he squirted his love cream all over Austin\rquote s bare ass.  He then noticed Ted and gave a head nod, \ldblquote come on over.\rdblquote   Ted entered the room; Forrest eased back on the bed and Ted took position\emdash and promptly poked Austin\rquote s hole himself!\par
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The Second Bloom\par
\tab The concept of Parallel Universe, a New World, and a new way of life was not difficult to accept.  It was different but not difficult.  Ted acclimated well enough, he missed his Old Way of Life in his Birth World, but beings as the likelihood of returning to it seemed nil, he sought to make the best of the New World.\par
\tab For Melody; she lay in an unconscious state of being for three more days before \ldblquote coming around.\rdblquote   During which time she was very vulnerable to Forrest\rquote s mind manipulation abilities.  With the girl\rquote s mind in disarray, though, it was still a toughie to re-wire her thinking.\par
\page\tab In the meantime, Austin and Ted got along well, they scoured the town, being typical boys and promptly found yet another amazing find.  Melody had been \ldblquote fixed\rdblquote  into accepting the new lifestyle (going nude, accepting the others nude, and giving of her self for sex.)  Forrest and Melody followed the two nude boys to the new find.\par
\tab Melody would have to endure more mind manipulations from Forrest on an occasional basis (daily) to continue to entwine her new lifestyle into a more stringent form of acceptance.  While dinking in her noggin, Forrest found she was horny (naughty) with not only a male cousin but a female cousin, too!\par
\tab She also had had sex with a dog!\par
\tab After finding her female cousin taking the family dog on, Melody did likewise and liked it.  She took doggie dick to her poon AND backdoor.  She also licked her cousin\rquote s poon while being dogged.  \par
\tab The new find was a boon.  An underground pool!\par
\tab Fifty feet wide and one hundred long with the deep end being twelve feet.  There were safety ropes strung across and floatation devices.  The water very cool and refreshing and damned welcomed.  It had been a little low but with the start up of a generator in a utility room water flowed into the pool from a rock formation at one end.  The rock had been there before the pool, the pool constructors had built the pool around it.\par
\tab There were no chemicals, the water was a fresh-natural spring that was recycled and refreshened on a regular basis.  Forrest and his crew found it very welcomed and would be spending a lot of time in it.\par
\tab Melody acclimated to the new world AND the new way of life.  Forrest figured she would eventually come up pregnant, like the girls at Forrestville he had foolishly left.  He still somewhat regretted that decision.\par
\tab Ted was the one, though, who mostly took his pleasures with Melody.  She was still Melody, the only change was her willing ability to remain usually naked and in a horny state.  She was already a naughty girl, having sexual relations with her cousins AND their dog; so Forrest\rquote s tweaking her mind to shirk the rest of her sexual inhibitions was not hard to do.\par
\tab Forrest found that Melody DID harbor a little desire to have relations with Ted.  But he was so stuck on himself she was turned off.  But still, she DID desire to have him IN her.  She DID want to handle his cock and feel him fucking her pussy.  Forrest kept that tid bit of info to himself\'85\par
\tab Occasionally the fifteen year old Melody found herself taking on all three of the dicks in her life; pussy, mouth, and asshole.  All three would usually cum, she would cum, and then they would shower or go swimming together (where there was even more fucking\'85)\par
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\tab A month passed.  The only change was a two hour rain shower which translated into a six hour mugginess.  The group got along swimmingly\emdash which was where they spent most of their time.  Other times they were snooping about the Town of No Name, acquiring foodstuffs and general stuff to make life easier.\par
\tab During the snooping it was determined that the Town of No Name had been host to a race of cat creatures.  Catkins.  Forrest still had little clue in deciphering their tedious language.  He studied and studied and just when he thought he had it\emdash he was trumped up by a new character scratch and had to start over.\par
\tab What had happened to the catkins was a mystery.  Where they had gone and why they had left would also \ldblquote remain a mystery.\rdblquote   There were too many conclusions that were not conclusive.  \tab  Had some enemy destroyed them?  A disease wiped them out?  They returned from wherever it was that they came from (originally)?  Or something other?  Something sinister?  Or less frightening and the race of curious creatures merely had gone off on a romp and not yet returned.\par
\tab Forrest doubted the latter.\par
\tab The town had been scoped out, no other marvelous finds like the underground generator and pool.  Forrest didn\rquote t like going out of town too far for fear that the Town of No Name would simply disappear.  Where the \ldblquote doors\rdblquote  were that led into a New World were as mysterious as the cat creature race.  Surely there was a Door that led BACK to the Birth World, surely.  Maybe?\par
\tab But then again, truth be known\emdash Forrest didn\rquote t really care!\par
\tab At one end of town where there were no roads but broken remains of a foundation of some ancient home Forrest stood at the edge of a cliff overlooking a vast desert.  There was \ldblquote desert\rdblquote  all around to be sure, but the cliff gave way to a DEEP desert valley\emdash long and wide.  A great barren mountain there was to one side, absolutely nothing everywhere else.\par
\tab It was some thousand feet or so the desert-valley floor.  From the cliff base to the mountain there was a lovely space of at least fifty miles, possibly more.  Of curious interest there was a glint.  It struck Forrest\rquote s eye and caught his attention.\par
\tab A window?  A signal mirror?\par
\tab The glint was about half way up that barren mountain.\par
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Along the way\'85\tab\par
\pard\fi720 Curiosity got the betterment of Forrest, he had to know what the glint was.  Could be important.  Could be.  There was very little to keep him settled in No Name, he hadn\rquote t a job or such.  Another vehicle was found to be more useful, an old pickup circa 1948 Detroit-America, but with an extended cab AND refrigeration.  It was a little different than what originally came out of Detroit-America, more comfortable, bigger tires, a strange engine, and refrigeration.  The group of Forrest\rquote s was loaded up one early morning and they struck out.\par
\pard\tab A long road there was to where it began to drop steeply down to the desert valley.  Forrest worried slightly about the steep road; it wound this way and that, that way and this and was steep.\par
\tab Then, the road began to turn away from the intended direction or where Forrest thought it was going to go.  It flattened out and was still some several hundred feet from the valley floor.  In the distance there were some trees, thick green-very green trees.  When a little closer there was a river.\par
\tab A small river.\par
\tab Water spewed out of the side of a steep rustic hillside and created a river that was only a thousand feet long before disappearing into sand.  It was some fifty feet wide and seemed calm.  Thick green-very green deciduous trees lined both banks.\par
\tab On a spot by a large collection of boulders were some peoples.\par
\tab Young peoples.\par
\tab Naturally!\par
What is today but yesterday\rquote s tomorrow\par
\tab Just three peoples.  A girl in her mid teens, a boy about the same, and another boy not yet a teen.  All three were all ready naked.  The not yet teen boy was being thrilled as he stood buck naked on the sand, his cock buried to the base into the sucking mouth of the teen girl.  Meanwhile, the other teen boy stuffed the teen girl from behind.  The teen girl fingered herself while she was boinked and doinked, \par
\tab After a few moments, the not-yet-teen boy in her mouth came.\par
\tab So did the boy in her ass.\par
\page\tab The boy who had been in her mouth pulled out and humped on the teen girl\rquote s face completing his work.  His knees wobbled and he sunk to the sand continuing to fondle himself while the teen girl licked his cream off of her face.\par
\tab The boy who had been in her ass pumped as hard as he could during the final moments of his orgasm.  When his cock had expelled all its glorious juices, it still remained quite stiff.  He pressed it against the girl\rquote s ass, ran it up and down the crack and poked her cum laden asshole.\par
\tab The not-yet-teen boy was white.  Lily white.  Short haired, blue eyes, kinda on the skinny side, and burning in the hot desert sun.  He scooted to the river and immersed himself fully.  The teen girl turned and was still apparently in a horny state of being.  She was light brown haired and her hair in a thick single braided pony tail that was loosened at the end.  She was pretty but beheld a serious persona about her.  Her breasts were nice and full, perfectly supple with stiff nipples.\par
\tab The remaining boy was about a year or so younger, he was Mexican or Indian (or both.)  Raven black hair, very tanned skin, not much taller than the not-yet-teenage boy frolicking in the nearby river.  \par
\tab The girl turned to face the one who had been in her ass, his cock remained stiff and she stroked it, fondled his balls and then guided his stiffy into her cunny as she lay down on the sand.\par
\tab The not-yet-teen boy sat up to watch the two going at it again, and found their were prying-spying eyes upon them.\par
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\tab Incorporating Brandy Brown, Joe Sandyeyes, and Josh Trye was easy.  They were so-so aware that they were in a world not their own, but they had food stores in their backpacks and fleeting hope that returning to their Birth World wouldn\rquote t be long in coming.\par
\tab Yeah.  Right.\par
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\tab Forrest quickly and easily calmed their fears; thusly allowing them easier acceptance into Forrest\rquote s group.  Ted was horny (always horny) and set his dazzling blue eyes on Brandy.  He wasn\rquote t bored with balling Melody, but new pussy was always good\emdash for variety\rquote s sake anyways.\par
\tab With the refreshing river right handy, and it was surprisingly NOT swift OR deep, the Forrest gang stripped down and helped themselves.  Other \ldblquote frolicking\rdblquote  would commence in due time.\par
\page The Third Bloom & Fourth Bloom\par
\tab -or-\par
The Marsha-Marsha-Marsha Bloom and the \ldblquote How the hell did I get myself into this\rdblquote  Bloom\par
\tab Brandy Brown was good.  She enjoyed sex.  She thrilled sex and thrilled Forrest as he plowed into her.  Melody and the two boys with Brandy \ldblquote frolicked\rdblquote , Forrest giving Melody the mindlink nudge to give herself unto them.  The Mexican-Indian boy, Joe Sandyeyes stuffed Melody\rquote s sweet still cock pleasing tight cunt while the very tanned not-yet=-a-teen boy Joshua slammed his rod into Mel\rquote s backdoor.\par
\tab Brandy lay on her back half in and half out of the shallow river; her long extremely tanned legs pulled back, her shaven snatch exposed to Forrest\rquote s very manly schlong.  He was an old pro, though, but still delighted by new pussy.  He took his time, tantalizing the teenager; he ran his fully enthralled cock up and down the girl\rquote s trim, gouging her furless poon and poking her pooter.  Then, he went down on her.\par
\tab Beside them a couple of feet Melody wriggled and splashed in the shallow river water as she was double teamed.  Brandy enjoyed being \ldblquote tongued\rdblquote .  Whether or not she had ever been tongued before was unclear, but she loved it; her body twitched as Forrest\rquote s overly talented tongued darted into her crevices expertly.  The river water sloshed about and vibrated as the young teen was thrilled and drilled.\par
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\tab The road before them straightened out but angled away from the refreshing river.  Forrest, along with the others, wished they could stay.  There was no home no where close.  Ridges and rustic hills blocked the view of the valley and it was a little while before the road less traveled dipped sharply back towards the valley of intent.\par
\tab Once at the level of the desert valley Forrest couldn\rquote t locate the \ldblquote glint\rdblquote  that had sparked his interest in the first place.  And it all looked the same across the scorching sand, the barren mountain gave no info at all.\par
\tab He was going to have to be more diligent and make a map rendering or something.  The trip, though, wasn\rquote t a total loss.  He had picked up three more for his group.  Still, only Melody the only one in need of minor mind manipulation\emdash Brandy, Joe, and Josh already naughty, nasty, and willingly accepting dirty sexual ways of living.\par
\page\tab It took twice as long to return to No Name than it to get away from it.  Brandy and Joe, with Josh, too, too the small house next door to the one Forrest and Austin had taken residence in.  Melody and Brandy got along and without much nudging, the two willingly engaged in immoral sexual relations.  Which was very fine with the boys.\par
\tab Joshua had been buggered up the ass before, friend Joe Sandyeyes had buggered him, as well as a best friend of Josh\rquote s dad and an older cousin.  Josh didn\rquote t overly care for it, but not for the buggering itself\emdash just he manner of being forced into being reamed.  He didn\rquote t mind being fucked, but he wanted it to be on HIS terms.\par
\tab It would be sometime before returning to the desert floor.  If not daily it was every other day traipsing out to the river.  Several hours were spent there frolicking and enjoying the natural river experience.  Of course, the underground pool in No Name took up the times that they DIDN\rquote T go to the river.\par
\tab Melody and Josh hit it off nicely and while scavenging the town they found in the general store a sack of seeds.  They promptly set about planting the seeds, having no idea what they were planting, all over the town.\par
\tab In little time there were found to be \ldblquote sprouts\rdblquote  all over the town, too.\par
\tab Melody miscarried and it was rough.\par
\tab Brandy, though, brought a baby girl into the world a few short months after her arrival to No Name, she named it Brittany.  It was deduced by \ldblquote timing\rdblquote  that Joe was culprit (er, father) as most of the features of the new child bore Mexican and Indian markings.\par
\tab Melody was blue for a while about her loss, but got over it\emdash there would be plenty of more opportunities to bring a child into the new world.  Plenty.  (like almost nightly and daily!)\par
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\tab By the time Brittany was a year old, the plantings Melody and Josh had planted were showing what they were.  Peach trees.  Lots and lots of peach trees.  The two tended to the trees, forty in all, daily.  The trees were cared for as much as Brittany was by Brandy.  \par
\pard\fi720 Bees were found in suspended form and once brought out they did what they did best\emdash other than stinging Forrest and Joshua\'85\par
\pard\tab There were no fancy handy toss-away plastic diapers in the New World, simple old fashioned cloth diapers were the thing.  The boys weren\rquote t too keen on the dirty diapers, or the incessant cryings, or all the other annoying things a baby does.  \par
\page Joe tolerated it and was for the most part a good & decent father.  Brandy went thru her typical mood swings and didn\rquote t overly care for Joe sinking his pud into Melody.  She got over it (with Forrest\rquote s help) and all was well.\par
\tab Melody came to Forrest one sunny day (in No Name, it was ALWAYS sunny) with a proposition.\par
\tab\ldblquote How about Peach Tree!\rdblquote  she said with a beaming smile.\par
\tab\ldblquote Peach Tree?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, the name for the town,\rdblquote  she was clothed, as time had wore on clothing was found in the town that was suitable, breathable, non-cumbersome and while worn it didn\rquote t feel like you were wearing anything.  The only times clothing was NOT worn, was usually at night or while swimming.  (or screwing\'85)\par
\tab Peach Tree.  As many as forty peach trees there were scattered all over the small desert town.  Other seedlings found were found to be of the veggie and small non-tree fruit type.  \par
\tab Peach Tree.  Somehow it DID seem fitting.\par
\tab Forrest furled his lips in thoughtful acknowledgment.  Melody smiled and sprung off to tell the good news to Josh.\par
\tab Forrest watched her bounce off.  A twinge filled him.  Forrestville.\par
\tab The names of those he and Austin had left there swelled within him, pestering him.  He had no right to have just \ldblquote gone off\rdblquote  and left them.  He shouldn\rquote t have.  He had a good life there.  There were the creepy Creeps to contend with, and other assorted baddies.  He knew that he couldn\rquote t live with himself if he ever should find out that anything terrible happened to his clan at his namesake.\par
\tab He knew that he couldn\rquote t abandon the new clan he was in with.  He also knew that there were probably bad feelings left behind, his name cursed and his namesake village probably changed.  Some would probably know that he just simply \ldblquote wandered off\rdblquote  in pursuit of new adventures.  Others would fear that he wandered off and was killed by a Creep or stumbled into a New World.\par
\tab It bothered him.\par
\tab He wished he had a way to \ldblquote touch\rdblquote  his OWN mind!\par
\tab Several trips were made in the year of life of newcomer Brittany down to the desert valley floor.  Each time, though, Forrest debated with himself about traipsing out across the flat desert to the mountain of interest.  A fear gripped him and held him firm.  \par
\page           A fear of the unknown?  Certainly.  Inasmuch as he feared death.  No, not exactly.  He didn\rquote t fear death, he feared the dying.  Of death he assumed his destination was elsewhere other than Heaven.  Of dying\emdash of dying he was uncertain.  The manner of dying.  If he died while putting his prick into some righteous hole and experiencing the most toe curling orgasm ever; why then dying would be alright.\par
\tab If dying while merely sleeping\emdash that would suck.\par
\tab If dying while watching other fuck their very brains out, good.\par
\tab If dying while sitting on the toilet forcing a major turd out of his constipated asshole\emdash bad.\par
\tab If dying while noshing on righteous German chocolate cake, while it was smeared on some righteous young hairless poon\emdash good.\par
\tab On Brittany\rquote s fifteenth month birthday, Melody announced that SHE was pregnant.  She was just starting to show.  She was glowing.  Forrest was proud for her and wondered slightly who among the cum squirters was responsible.  Not that it really mattered.\par
\tab On the day of announcement and monthly birthday, the group headed for the river.  The days were getting noticeably cooler and there were clouds forming at the mountain.  Just half an hour into the frolicking than did Forrest hear voices.\par
\tab Hurried voices in panic.  With the rush of the ever flowing short river and the breeze that was strangely only in the river flow area determining where exactly the panicky voices were coming from was unclear.\par
\tab The girls stayed put on the shore while the boys scattered in all directions in hopes of pinning down the new sounds.\par
\tab Ted climbed up the jagged rock face of where the river shot out from.  At the top the nude teen who was buffing out scratched his balls and ass and looked around, then began yelling that he had found something.\par
\tab Two somethings.\par
\tab One something was a small private twin engine aircraft.  It had crashed and had been crashed for a while.  Two survivors, children.  They were not kin or biologically connected, they were friends\emdash children of the one and a half set of parents who were dead.  Very dead.  The pilot\rquote s head had been decapitated on impact, the man in the co-pilot seat had had his throat slashed by the glass breakage.  The one female (darn shame) had suffered internal injuries.\par
\tab The two children were bewildered, befuddled, and befuxed.\par
\tab They couldn\rquote t tell their names or where they were from or anything.  Both had suffered injuries themselves, soiled themselves, and were starved.  Forrest determined by the wreckage and decomposing of the kids\rquote  parents that the accident had occurred just days ago.\par
\tab The second something was the source of the panicky calling voices.\par
\tab There was a hole at the top of the rock flat surface.  It was lined with straggly roots\emdash although there were no vegetation whatsoever anywhere near the vertical entrance.  The flattop area was all rock; flat, hot, and spanned only a hundred feet in all directions.  In one direction was the jutting river.  In another was a nice one hundred foot drop off to a craggy slopping bottom that emptied out to a parched dry river.  Another direction dropped steeper and further into a gray abyss.\par
\tab Light only went so far down the vertical shaft, it was merely five feet across.  When Forrest got on his knees and stuck his hand foolishly down into the shaft, the rootish-vines wriggled and acted much like a Venus flytrap!\par
\tab\ldblquote Hello?  Hello?\rdblquote  Forrest called down.\par
\tab\ldblquote We\rquote re in here, HELP!\rdblquote  called up a girl\rquote s voice.\par
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\tab Several feet down the rock trap shaft two teens there were.  Step-sibs Greg and Marsha were in peril.  (and they didn\rquote t know how they got that way, either!)  Both were okay, physically, but they had been in the rock trap quite awhile.  No food or water and they were seriously weakening.  \par
\tab Forrest gave the situation some thought, farted, sweated, and then farted some more while continuing to think some more.  The \ldblquote roots\rdblquote  were sensitive, much like a Venus flytrap; they extended out into the center of the shaft to whereas there was only six inches or so of clearance.  Not enough room for a rescue.  The roots looked like roots, there were tiny hairs all along the knobby structuring, curving downwards into the shaft.  You could go IN, but getting OUT was unlikely.  Very unlikely.\par
\tab Back at the vehicle Forrest rummaged about coming up with a mediocre plan.  It didn\rquote t look like the rock trap roots went down too far.  They lined the inner circumference of the shaft fairly thickly but seemed to only go down five feet or so.  \par
\page\tab\ldblquote You might want to shield yourselves.\rdblquote  Forrest called down.  He then struck up the minute flame thrower (a regular lighter type with a one foot extended nozzle.)  he then lit up a oil soaked torch and began burning the trap.\par
\tab Success!\par
\tab And stench!\par
\tab And screams!\par
\tab The burned roots crinkled and made sizzling sounds, then as they were burnt off some of the \ldblquote remains\rdblquote  dropped down onto the two semi-unsuspecting teens twelve feet below.  Whether or not the roots of the trap would grow back or not was not clear, but Forrest wasn\rquote t going to wait and see.  With rope it was Ted whose lanky frame would traverse the trap\rquote s shaft easier.  Greg and Marsha though not overly injured were injured to some extent with a broken leg to the each of them and Marsha with a bad sprained ankle.\par
\tab The bottom of the shaft was somewhat cushiony\emdash the remains of the trap\rquote s dinner.  A slight struggle to pull the trio out to safety then precariously negotiating the trek down to the flat ground and the panel truck.  Brandy and Melody had taken charge of Julie and Arnold.  Greg was concerned highly for his step-sibling, she was all kinds of hurtie-owie.\par
\tab Once back at the home in Peach Tree Greg said nothing as Forrest stripped Marsha down to her skin and placed her into the tub.  He shooed the others who lingered at the bathroom door entrance.  Greg didn\rquote t have an apparent boner at seeing his lovely teenage sib nude, but he was concerned for her.\par
\tab Marsha didn\rquote t seem to care about being stripped naked, she was in too much discomfort to particular care.  The water was more then refreshing.  Forrest and Co. had found that the New World water from the tap had mystical healing properties.  All of the group of Forrest\rquote s had cut themselves, stubbed a toe, banged a shin, got a bruise, broke a finger, sprained a hand, etc. in the several-several months they had been in the desert town dubbed Peach Tree.  When washing the part that had the hurtie-owie, miraculously the hurt numbed out and became nothing and the gouge, bruise, sprain, scrape, cut, healed within minutes.\par
\tab It was so with Marsha Brady.\par
\tab When the healing was noticed, Forrest on the sly tapped her mind and her stepbrother\rquote s.  a lovely story they had.  Lovely.  Simply fucking lovely.\par
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Meriting a Badge of Fornication\par
\tab Being crammed in with several other guys was really no big deal.  But being the only GIRL in among the eight other boys was sorta.  She got along with the boys; that was a plus.  She knew the boys; another plus.  They played the License Plate game, Out-of-State, Name that President, and the ever popular Name that Smell\'85\par
\tab Girls had more couth when it came to ripping a butt blast, especially when crammed in with others.  She figured her brother although merely a step sibling had manners and wasn\rquote t one of the other ripping stinkies.  But Marsha figured the boys were trying to gross her out.\par
\tab Her step-father had been bombasted when she announced to him that she wanted to join the Scouts\emdash and not the prissy-wussy GIRL Scouts, the outdoorsy more adventurous BOY Scouts.  Greg was not so enthused and her new daddy didn\rquote t believe she could make it.\par
\tab Marsha, however, was out to prove them wrong.\par
\tab She wasn\rquote t dissen her sisterhood of the (Girl) Scouts she belonged to, but they were lame and didn\rquote t do near as much as the Boys did and she was an outdoorsy kind of gal who loved the woods and was intrigued by the things her new brother (Greg) regaled her about.\par
\tab So, in no time at all, like a week, Marsha was crammed into a Scouting van heading into the mountains near their home from the valley.  She had no idea what was in store for her.\par
\tab Surprisingly, though, despite Marsha\rquote s usual liking of fashions, cleanliness, articulation, prissy/frilly things; Marsha zoomed thru the Trail Test, Trail Test 2, Advanced Trail, and even Expert Trail.  All the \ldblquote tests\rdblquote  required a Scout to find his (her) way back to camp using techniques of noting broken twigs on tree limbs, rock alignments, scuff marks on the trail, and so on.\par
\tab Greg and her new daddy were greatly impressed.\par
\tab A few hours before the evening of the 2\super nd\nosupersub  day, of which there was to be a grand celebration for the Scouts who had passed certain requirement tests and earned badges of this and that, Marsha was in her tent, shared by her new brother, Greg.  Greg had stopped in to check on her; she was hot, tired, and slightly-lightly complaining.  (her feet were hot and every fiber of her being tingling with pain & discomfort)  \par
\tab Greg helped pull her boots off, the girl lay back in an almost collapse, arm over her eyes.  Greg eyed her with a devilish smile.  To himself only he admitted that it WAS nice to have sister sibling in the mix, and it wasn\rquote t just ONE sibling sister but TWO more, too!\par
\tab Of course, sisters and brothers didn\rquote t always get along, the new sisters  were girls still and were quasi therefore \ldblquote icky\rdblquote .  But they were still nice\emdash more people to blame stuff on for one!\par
\tab And then there was something else\'85\par
\tab Greg undone Marsha tan regulation type pants and slid them down.  Marsha didn\rquote t move.  Greg slid the tan regulation pants off, sniffed the crotch and felt his cock nearly busting out of his own reg. pants.\par
\tab Marsha stirred some, stretching, wriggling her toes.  Greg gouged his aching cock then worked the girl\rquote s panties down.  Flowery undies, he didn\rquote t understand it\emdash why did girls go for such things, no one normally could see the undy?  Once the panty was down and off he sniffed the crotch drinking in the essence that was Marsha\rquote s damp-sweaty musty cunny.\par
\tab There wasn\rquote t a lot of time, sitting up on his knees he eased his tan pants and underwear down and moved himself up between the girl.  She was merely a year younger, which was alright.  Another sibling he liked that was new to the family was Jan.  of course, there was the littlest member of the newly combined family, Cindy.  She was too young to \ldblquote mess\rdblquote  with, he\rquote d wait until she was at least 9 or 10, maybe.\par
\tab Greg Brady.  He had two younger sibs, Peter and Bobby.  When Peter had been merely four, their mother had been killed in a bad accident.  But in record time, less than a year, the boy\rquote s dad had rebounded and fell newly in love with a hottie who had three girls.  She was single again after her hubby of fifteen years \ldblquote disappeared\rdblquote  while on a trip with his secretary en route to Aruba\'85\par
\tab Greg and his brothers liked the new \ldblquote mommy.\rdblquote   She was pretty (a hottie) and tried very hard to get on the boys\rquote  good side.  The boys got along with their new sisters; there were the typical brother/sister arguments and fights\emdash no fisticuffs or serious \ldblquote fights\rdblquote , just typical sibling rivalry and boys against girls stuff.\par
\tab With time against him, Greg lay against his nearly nude sister.  Marsha was cute.  He had known her when she was merely twelve years young, she had blossomed in the two years since\emdash bigger titties, tighter ass, and delicious poon.  Greg\rquote s hot cock humped against the entrance to Marsha\rquote s poon, Marsha still barely made any sign of life.\par
\tab Greg smiled and began making headway.  As the mushroom of his prick made the penetration, Marsha moved her arm up to her brow and gave her brother a look.  Not a bad look but one of \ldblquote inappropriate\rdblquote  timing.  Greg shined her on and eased the rest of his nearly manly dick into her.  Marsha put her arm back over her eyes\'85\par
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\tab He thought she\rquote d be pissed.  He thought wrong.\par
\tab\ldblquote Ok.\rdblquote  she said with a shrug.  She wasn\rquote t disappointed after all.  Greg shook his head, he knew that he would never understand girls.  Marsha\rquote s initiation and ceremony of awards would be the following evening, the last nite of scout camp.  The current evening was for boys\emdash and boys only.  \par
\pard\fi720 He knew his sister was kooky, he just knew she would throw a fit about not getting to go to the boy\rquote s only shindig.  But she fooled him.  After having his way with the girl, which was good\emdash damn good, Marsha undone her matching tan shirt and got totally naked.  Greg liked.  A lot.\par
\pard\tab He sucked on her titties\emdash just like they did at home.  Marsha gripped his back, her lovely naked legs about his waist and they fucked.  Their mouths met and though they loathed \ldblquote kissing\rdblquote  otherwise, when in the throws of illicit sex they were all into it.\par
\tab Greg gave her a good doinking.  He had caught her early on during the courtship of their parental units\emdash fingering herself and then fingering out her sister Jan.  Spying on the two got Greg on the inside track of the new siblings; they were naughty.  When he \ldblquote busted\rdblquote  the girls during one of their fooling around session, the girls were at first frightened\emdash then pissed, then other assorted feelings of How Dare You.\par
\tab Then Greg whipped his dick out on them\'85\par
\tab Both girls jacked him.  Both kissed the head of his schlong although neither cared to.  Greg, in turn, tongued the girls\rquote  poons and eventually was pressing his cock against them.  With Jan he was only allowed Up the Hershey Highway, with Marsha, she took him straight on between her legs.\par
\tab She liked it on top, too.\par
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\tab After redressing, Greg scurried out of the shared tent and went to his private Boys Only shindig.  Marsha didn\rquote t care.  She was tired and worn out.  She lay in nude on top of her clothes and sleeping bag, her feet and pussy were tired.  She rubbed her feet together while fingering her fresh fucked cunt.  She quivered some and slowly began working herself into a frenzy.\par
\tab Quivering all over she rolled onto her stomach, hand down under her body with fingers delving feverishly into her quaking quim.  With her other hand she spanked herself, squeezing the flesh and digging a finger into her not-too-tight anus.  \par
\tab Boys Only.  She wondered.  She brought herself to orgasm and then lay still while her body calmed down.  Her nipples were super sensitive and her cunny sopping wet.  What was so special about the boys having a private session?  What could they be doing?\par
\tab Curiosity got the best of her.  She wiped down her still fevered cunny, pulled on some fresh clean undies and slipped out of the tent.  She wasn\rquote t quite prepared for what she found at the secret boy\rquote s meeting\'85\par
\tab No one was at the campsite, though.  There were coals and backpacks and general crap scattered about but no boys.  Marsha got a drink of water, farted, then stepped into the woods to have herself a good pee.\par
\tab While peeing, she heard voices.\par
\tab After peeing, wiping her still fevered cunny, she slinked her way thru the woods to come upon the boys after all.  Some were naked, some were in the process of getting naked.  Marsha hunkered down in the bushes and watched; her fingers slyly rubbing herself as she did so.\par
\tab Then, her new daddy stepped out into view.  Butt bare assed naked.  His manly manhood was HUGE and stood out proudly.  Marsha guessed it musta been 8 inches at least!  Her mouth hung open and she compared the new daddy schlong with another cock that had been prominent in her early life.\par
\tab Her private thoughts were interrupted as one by one the nude Scouts came by to give a stroke to Scout Master Brady\rquote s cock.  Marsha had always wondered if anything was going on between Greg and his dad, she knew Greg was boning his brothers, but was the daddy involved?\par
\tab Her pussy was soiling her fresh panties and her asshole ached for a fingering.  After the nine boys had stroked and been stroked, they lined up again to face eye to eye with the masterful cock.  Each boy kissed  and then engulfed the mammoth dong and sucked it for as little as two minutes to as much as several\emdash or until they received a copious amount of hot fresh jizum.\par
\tab Marsha was enchanted.\par
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\tab There, too, was a fair amount of \ldblquote fondling.\rdblquote   Lots and lots of fondling.  Scout Master Brady fondled each boy, some faced him to be fondled while others were faced away; his manly cock up between the legs OR up between their cheeks!\par
\page\tab The boys themselves were engaged in special male bonding leaving Marsha jealous.  She so wanted to be a part of it.  All those naughty-naughty cocks!  She deeply wondered what it would be like to be fucked by as many cocks as she could take!\par
\tab She watched as her question about wondering if Greg and his dad engaged in immoral lust was answered.  Greg was bent over, clutching his knees while he was pounded steadily in the ass all the while he slurped on the schlong of a fellow scout.\par
\tab Marsha watched for as long as she could, then she slinked back to her tent, got naked and \ldblquote got busy!\rdblquote   Shortly after midnight Greg returned.  As he crawled over his sister he found her naked.  Gingerly she gripped his pud.  Greg had fucked his fill with the other scouts, but he was game for more.\par
\tab The following day had Marsha once more traveling obscure trails.  When she returned to her tent she once more stripped to her skin and chilled out.  Greg once more took his pleasure with her and slept until the early evening.  Then\'85\par
\tab\ldblquote We\rquote ve got something for you.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh?\rdblquote  Marsha held her tongue.  She already figured, but then again wasn\rquote t 100 percent sure.  The merit badge and other assorted recognition of achievement awards would be nice, but she didn\rquote t take on the adventure for silly awards\emdash it was a personal achievement unto herself (and to show up the boys!)\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote m ready for anything.\rdblquote  she quipped.\par
\tab Greg was shocked.  \ldblquote Uhm, you-you might be careful with what you say,\rdblquote  he told her, \ldblquote you-you might get more than you bargained for.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh please,\rdblquote  bitched back Marsha, \par
\pard\fi720\ldblquote I\rquote ve done all your silly tests\emdash\ldblquote\par
\pard\tab\ldblquote No, it\rquote s not that, I-I knew you could do it.\rdblquote\par
\tab Marsha appreciated him for saying so.  \ldblquote We\rquote ve, uhm, there\rquote s a little get together, you know, a-a presentation ceremony.\rdblquote\par
\tab Silence was between them, Greg lay out on his sleeping bag pulling on his clothes, Marsha doing likewise.\par
\tab\ldblquote Anything else?\rdblquote  she asked as she zipped up the fly of her pants.\par
\tab Greg hesitated.  She was a good egg; she let him poke her in the ass and mess with Jan.  She let Peter fuck her, too.  She got totally naked with the both of them and the three of them had a hell of a good naughty time.\par
\tab But could she handle the whole troop?\par
\tab And what about his dad?\par
\tab Greg knew his dad was kinda interested in Marsha\emdash he didn\rquote t know about Jan or Cindy, but Marsha certainly.  Greg sorta-kinda figured that his dad would probably like to fool with Marsha.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, there IS another thing--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh?  What?\rdblquote\par
\tab He looked to her.  Sometimes girls could be so whacky.  Marsha though fourteen sometimes looked twelve  (and acted twelve, too!)  her face was so young and immature, but her body wasn\rquote t!  She was a little dynamo, too.  (and she was willing, that was a big plus)\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, I-I, well, it\rquote s us guys and we all get together and\emdash and, well, we do stuff--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Stuff?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, stuff together stuff.  I-I, I mean, me and dad don\rquote t think that you\rquote d be interested\emdash I mean, it\rquote s diff--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Greg, don\rquote t hurt yourself,\rdblquote  Marsha said with that incredible smile of hers, \ldblquote I know.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote You know!?\rdblquote\par
\tab Marsha nodded her, she knew.\par
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\tab Scout Master Mike Brady looked up to see his new daughter Marsha followed by bio son, Greg, enter into the main campsite.  She was pretty, young, and blushing.  Why was she blushing?  Mike had longed figured that Greg and Marsha were fucking.  \par
\tab All the other scouts had assembled for the presentation of awards and such, all were clothed.  Greg stepped up to his father and made with the whispering while Marsha stood by the small campfire looking over the eight boys.  The youngest boy was 12 while the oldest was ripe at 15, the same age as her whispering brother.  \par
\pard\fi720 Each boy she had seen the night before naked.  Each boy she had seen suck Greg and his dad.  Each boy she had seen stand and jack off into the camp fire.  Each boy she had seen get fucked in the ass, spanked, and peed on.  Each boy she had fantasized all nite long about\'85\par
Mike Brady looked astounded, then smiled as he took a second look to new daughter Marsha.  She smiled back at his gaze and blushed all the more.  Mike nodded to her and she approached.  They hugged and Mike turned her around, patting her shoulders and then placing his hands right on her budding teenage hooters.\par
It got the attention of the boys.\par
Unknown to Greg, Marsha and Mike HAD been fooling around.  A lot.  With Jan, too!  (more on that later\'85)\par
\tab\ldblquote Boys,\rdblquote  announced Mike, \ldblquote Marsha here is ready for the ceremony.\rdblquote  then, \ldblquote our SPECIAL ceremony.\rdblquote\par
The boys all stared in disbelief.  Greg began peeling out of his clothes and Mike undressed Marsha\'85\par
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Her dreams were being fulfilled, her fantasized dreams that is.  Dick after dick filled her dick hungry cunt.  The boys in no particular order firstly came to ogle the hungry cunt, take it in with their eyes and then kiss it.  They were schooled in the fine art of cunnilingus; the natural instinct of fucking they didn\rquote t need to be schooled in.\par
Marsha enjoyed the attention her cunny got, prior to being doinked that is.  Each boy took several minutes in just licking her pussy, kissing it, fingering it and pleasing it before \ldblquote sticking it.\rdblquote\par
When the last boy had done his thing, it was Marsha\rquote s new daddy\rquote s turn.  She blushed.  She turned beet red; her nipples perked and her young body tingled from her toes to her head.  It wasn\rquote t, though, her first time with her new daddy.\par
Only three months after the family had blended together had Marsha felt comfortable enough to approach him.  Mike Brady was an architect and he had a special office in the combined family\rquote s new home.  The office was more like a den, having carpeting, a window, a small fireplace in a corner, a couch, etc.  It was cozy. \tab\par
The family, meaning the boys as well as the girls, were schooled in the knowing of staying out of their dad\rquote s office (while he was within; unless there was an emergency\emdash like the house on fire or someone was bleeding.)  Marsha, however, often got away with that instituted rule.  She often came into his office-den to watch him with his architectural drawings.\tab   Her bio daddy had been an engineer and never really let her into his world.\par
Mike Brady loved his new daughter.   Hehehehe  So he was not overly bothered by her presence.  Most oftentimes the not-yet-teen would traipse into his office-den after hours.  Mike did his best work when the rest of the family had gone to bed.\par
But he didn\rquote t mind Marsha\rquote s visits.\par
On one occasion, young not-yet-teen Marsha seemed ansy, unable to stand still as she stood close to him at his drafting table.  At length she leaned on the secondary table, leaning further and further; when Mike took a sly glance at the girl\rquote s rump, he saw panties!\par
\page His manhood began to sprout strong and hard.  Often did he think of the girls One-Two-Three as he put it to their lovely cock hungry mother.  Despite dropping three children through her loins, Carol was still a dynamite fuck.  She was just kinky enough to be enticing without being a slut about it.\par
Was her eldest child the same?\par
Mike checked the girl\rquote s ass, it was nice.  He checked a lot, too; she was a cutey in the tight jeans she wore\emdash she wore tight jeans and loose fitting and then skirts and dresses, too.  Her chest was budding and he couldn\rquote t wait until she was older.\par
He also couldn\rquote t wait until he could find some opportunity to stick her!  Was that opportunity sooner than expected?  Was it a trick, a test?  Or something else completely different?  \par
He then saw Marsha\rquote s fingers clenching up her barely knee length nightgown.  It was a thin garment of which he could easily see her underwear.  Jan and Cindy were the same although Cindy usually wore regular pajamas.\par
\pard\tab Marsha clenched up more and more of her think light pink nightgown.  She had debated with herself whether or not to have worn panties.  The lack of undies would have been a sure sign that she was\emdash slutty and willing to give herself to her new daddy.\par
\tab Moments were needed before Marsha\rquote s new daddy dropped his hand down to his side.  He sat up a little higher on his chair, but his hand was in the prime area of target (Marsha\rquote s ass.)  \par
\tab Marsha moved her ass, pooching it and angling so as it came closer to her new daddy\rquote s dropped hand.  Mike took the offering and brushed his hand against the girl\rquote s ass.  Being the new daddy he had hugged his new children but had been careful not to grab their ass or let his eyes stare at their goodies.\par
\tab The ass was soft.  His cock nearly busted out of his pants as his hand moved over the \ldblquote offering.\rdblquote   Marsha checked over her shoulder, grinning, blushing, smiling.  Mike caressed the ass and squeezed.  Marsha worked her lavender undies down to further please her new daddy.\par
\tab She succeeded.\par
\page\tab After the fondling, Mike reared back and hauled out his schlong.  Marsha stood up, pushing her panties down to her ankles then stepping out of them.  Her eyes locked onto the massive cock of her new daddy.  It was impressive\emdash almost as impressive as the one her biological daddy had had.\par
\tab Hmmmm\par
\tab\ldblquote May I touch it?\rdblquote  she had asked.\par
\tab Mike gulped, sweated, and opened his legs to expose himself more.  He nodded indicating that she could indeed \ldblquote touch it.\rdblquote\par
\tab Marsha\rquote s fingers wrapped about his manhood, then expertly she worked the cock into a very pleasing manner.  Mike caressed Marsha\rquote s arm, then shoulder, then her side.  His cock began to throb and pulse\'85\par
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\tab The office-den was only one of the places Mike and new daughter Marsha got down and dirty.  They \ldblquote did it\rdblquote  in the bathroom, garage, his bed, her bed, kitchen table\'85\par
\tab At one point he was once more working on some drawings when Marsha once more was at his side.  She once more leaned as much as she could on the smaller drafting table, inching up her nightgown\emdash to his delight revealing the fact that she wore no undies.\par
\tab Then, Jan suddenly appeared at his left side.  She wore a nightgown, as well.  She was ten.  She usually wore a two piece pajama outfit.  She was flat chested, damn cute, and like her sister, Marsha, wore no panties\'85\par
\tab Messing with Marsha was one thing, could he sink so low to mess with Jan, too?   (yeah, he could\'85)\par
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\tab Greg and Marsha\rquote s injuries were nominal; scratches, sprains, hurtie-owies, etc.  The mysterious healing waters from the tap made the numerous hurtie-owies vanish.  Greg was astounded.  Marsha was a little embarrassed\emdash as she was in the tub naked with a strange man tending to her.\par
\tab Understanding and accepting the concept of a New World was not hard, they had heard and paid attention to the news accounts of such odd phenomenon.  They never believed that they themselves would be a part of it.\par
\page\tab Both teens missed their family, they hoped to reconnect with them.  Forrest didn\rquote t have the heart to tell them \ldblquote good luck\rdblquote  in a sarcastic manner.  Reconnecting with lost family members was next to nil.  But there was always hope.\par
\tab Forrest welcomed the newcomers.  There was a bit more to their story, not much, but a bit.  And there, too, were the OTHER two newcomers\emdash Julie and Arnold.\par
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\tab See ya Chapter 34!\fs36\par
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