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{\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1507;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\qc\f0\fs36 August Moone Sagas\par
Book 6\par
Journeying\par
Chapter 40\par
Continuing with a Theme\par
\pard\fs28\par
By the light\par
\tab\ldblquote His heart pounded and made rhythm with the waves that crashed about him.  The cool spray of the sea kissed his face and made him feel good.  On the shore he could see his Katrina waiting for him.  How long had it been since last they parted?  It no longer mattered as soon they would be together.  Yu\rquote le clenched his body all over in the eager anticipation and felt the G\rquote orth gently sway up against the pier.  He would have to wait until the \ldblquote all clear\rdblquote  signal was heard followed by the \ldblquote clear to depart\rdblquote  announcement.  His anticipation mounted.  All along the sides the crew tossed off the mooring lines to secure the ship, passengers eagerly awaited at the exit ways.  It seemed an eternity before the crew and passengers of the G\rquote orth could make their way down the gang plank.  In all the confusion and amassed throngs of departees Yu\rquote le lost sight of his love.  He was pushed and shoved and felt his distance from his love increasing.  He would not have it!  In desperation he crawled atop some boxes and stood up high shouting, \ldblquote KATRINA!  KATRINA!\rdblquote   Suddenly the breeze shifted and the most alluring scent came to kiss him.  Then he saw her.  His heart soared and he smiled.  \ldblquote Katrina, at last\'85\rdblquote  The tall kin turned and locked eyes with her love.  Her flowing garm stood out more than any of the other femkin, she had poise and his heart.  Yu\rquote le conveyed to her to stay where she was and he would come to her.  It wasn\rquote t so easy but he made every effort and annoyed many of his fellow kin.  Finally, though, the two lovers came to be.  They embraced and the months away from each other faded into the sea.\rdblquote\par
\tab Excerpt from Rhet CurlTail\rquote s book, \ldblquote Providence Found\rdblquote\par
\tab Forrest patted his stomach, \ldblquote Easy stomach.\rdblquote  He said.  But at least he could read it.  With no television the entertainment sources were somewhat limited.  It helped to be able to read the vast array of books\emdash even if they were written in a foreign manner.  With the help of Jimmy Newtron and his ability to create gadgets the human citizens of New World-Peach Tree were able to read the catkin books.  Understanding and comprehension, though, was left up to the reader.\par
\page\tab There were many books\emdash books on History (catkin history), general reader books, construction/building/engineering books, school books on various levels, and so on.  \par
\tab Life in Peach Tree went on, too.\par
\tab Forrest was the Mayor of Peach Tree.  Austin, his sidekick, was the Police Commissioner.  Ted, Greg, and Joe were the \ldblquote police\rdblquote  force that doubled as \ldblquote scouts\rdblquote .  Their job(s) were to check the town for any changes or newcomers.  They also went out of town to check the outer perimeters.\par
\tab Melody and Brandy were doing their part in \ldblquote increasing\rdblquote  the population of Peach Tree, so was Greg\rquote s sister, Marsha.  The younger girls of Peach Tree; Julie, Cindy, Libby, though were not of typical child bearing age, they were capable of becoming pregnant.  So far, though, they had not been.  But it was only a matter of time.  The young boys screwing said girls were producing mass quantities of sperm and had an inexhaustible supply.\par
\tab It was only a matter of time.\par
\tab Forrest, Austin, Ted, Joe, Josh, and Greg, too, stuffed the ten year old girls and their spunk matter was more potent than the younger set.  But all was well in Peach Tree.  When the new children (Brittany and Brandon) had turned 3 yrs.-2\'bd yrs. the new river that had inundated the previous dry desert bed suddenly \ldblquote vanished\rdblquote  one day.  \par
\tab It was curious.  Damned curious.   The light that had caught Forrest\rquote s attention in the beginning was still there.  But not the water.  The sand remained \ldblquote wet\rdblquote  though but quickly dried in just a few days\emdash but there was a water table just a few feet below.\par
\tab And for being so young, Julie and Cindy were quite the pair\emdash in the ultra horny \ldblquote let me stick this up your butt\rdblquote  kind of way.  Julie was more to the \ldblquote erotic\rdblquote  kind of sex girl while Cindy was more the \ldblquote kinky\rdblquote  kind.  All the kiddies who had come to the New World-Peach Tree had aged about year at this point, so their susceptibility of becoming pregnant increased.  But with Julie and Cindy, they not only took cock and the subsequent spunk matter to their young forever horny cunnies, but into their mouths and buttholes, too.  \par
\tab Julie loved dick.  Every swinging cock in the desert town had been in her\emdash multiple times.  She enjoyed being SPANKED, too\emdash peed on and fucked with as many cocks as possible at the same time!  She loved the taste of a cock in her mouth and to watch it shoot its load on her and in her.  She got off on watching boys fuck each other, too.  She wasn\rquote t too much into rim jobbing, unless of course\emdash it was being done to her!\par
\page\tab Cindy had grown in the year that she had been in the New World, she missed her family and old way of life\emdash sort of.  But the freedom to be as naughty as she wanted to be overwhelmed that what she missed and she continued her pursuit of jamming as many things as possible up her lover\rquote s asshole as she possible could and he could possibly take.  She had an unhealthy fascination in asshole cramming.  And like Julie, she enjoyed being hammered with multiple cocks.\par
\tab Both girls loved their new life, and though they allowed their bodies to be abused and used by ALL the swinging schlongs of Peach Tree, they were more in tune to being in love with their lovers\emdash i.e. Arnold and Jimmy.\par
\tab Libby Daria had TWO loves, Sheen and Carl.  Sheen and Carl had it in for each other but enjoyed screwing Libby out and usually at the same time.\par
\tab Greg and Marsha were step-siblings and not biologically connected.  They were kinky and naughty to one another and both enjoyed romping with the others of Peach Tree.  But when bedding down for the night they shared the same bed.  \par
\tab Same was for Ted and Melody, Joe and Brandy.  \par
\tab Josh and Austin had come to \ldblquote love\rdblquote  one another.  Austin had always enjoyed sexual relations with Austin, but both also awesomely enjoyed screwing young girls and teenage girls, and a few young adult women along their travels, too.  But Austin and Josh, both at 13 years by this point in time, had come to seriously enjoy one another.  Seriously.  \par
\tab Pussy was still a good choice to sink their schlongs in, but like Ted and Melody, Brandy and Joe, Greg and Marsha\emdash Austin and Joe began sleeping together and becoming \ldblquote mates.\rdblquote\par
\tab Not that there\rquote s anything wrong with that\'85\par
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\tab With no signs of minotaurs (or Creeps), Peace and Tranquility seemed assured.  The temperature/weather remained almost a constant, but there was a noticeable change for a few months and it was determined that the daily average temp of 75-80 was the \ldblquote winter\rdblquote  months.  The duration of such lasted four months.  Then the gradual increase came to whereas the daily-average temp in Peach Tree was 110 degrees (Fahrenheit).  Whew!\par
\tab  Mayor Forrest liked his new position.  He took office in the town at a building deemed to be the center for dispensing Law.  (there was very little Law in Peach Tree, though-it was just for show.)  The Mayor conducted Marriages and decrees of one kind or another, proclamations and this and doctrines of that.\par
\page\tab Ted, the Chief of Police set up office, too.\par
\tab Marsha operated a boutique.\par
\tab Joe and Brandy ran the General Store.\par
\tab Melody and Greg operated the other stores of interest as well as the School.  Young Jimmy Newtron was the town\rquote s Translator Itranslating trhe catkin language to Human-English.)\par
\tab The \ldblquote new\rdblquote  additions, Brittany and Brandon, were coming along nicely and Marsha was \ldblquote due\rdblquote  any time.  Melody and Brandy, of course, were \ldblquote due\rdblquote , too.\par
\tab Mayor Forrest was still mildly interested in that \ldblquote light\rdblquote  across the desert.  His fear of the water suddenly re-appearing kept him on the shore line.  He had begun to think that there was nothing to the light, that it was a mere reflection off of something trivial.  But it was there, day after day after day.\par
\tab It got to young inventor Jimmy Newtron, too.\par
\tab The mangled remains of Jimmy\rquote s airboat (the object of which and his adventurous cohorts had arrived in) was still in pieces and basically useless.  The items about Peach Tree were not capable of repairing the craft to make the trek across the wide desert possible.  But he still tried just the same.\par
\tab There was a sort of junk yard at one end of town.  It was here the young genius-inventor-translator spent time examining gadgets and exploring more of the world that was \ldblquote catkin.\rdblquote   A great deal had been learned about the previous tenants, the catkins\emdash once their language had been cracked.  In short; there was a race of creatures called \ldblquote catkins.\rdblquote   All creatures in their neck of space were referred to as \ldblquote kin.\rdblquote   The catkins dwelled on a very large planet called Katonia Prime.  There were three moons that also had inhabitants, the largest moon was also dubbed Katonia.\par
\tab For the most part, the catkins were peaceful and loved peace.  Of course, as in all societies it had not also been so.  In their early beginnings they had been warlike.  But when their population had come to a near extinction, the warriors stopped their feuding and \ldblquote got along.\rdblquote   Imagine that!\par
\tab A \ldblquote caste\rdblquote  system evolved after the fracas.  The Religious Caste, Warrior Caste, and Worker Caste.  Naturally!  The Religious and Warrior Caste (class) were always bickering, but never to the point of overzealousness.  There was a Counsel of which all three Castes systems had members, always to ensure the peace.\par
\tab In the neck of space, too, was another race\emdash the Dogkins of Dogkonia.  They had no \ldblquote caste\rdblquote  system but one, Warrior.  Their only pursuit was not peace but for total domination/destruction of Katonia Prime.\par
\page\tab Not so easy a manner, though, they had tried for thousand upon thousands of years.  Great wars lasting generations had been fought\emdash and lost.  At length the dogkins decided to bide their time, their prophets forsaw in the \ldblquote wagging of the tail\rdblquote  the time of catkins fall was imminent.\par
\tab The Religious Caste of the catkins also forsaw in the \ldblquote whisker of All-Mother\rdblquote  a terrible time for the catkin race.  All-Mother was one of which the Religious solely believed to be the supreme creature of all catkins.  The Warrior Caste did not believe so but in another, a prophet turned warrior in those days of Warring Peace\emdash a time long, long ago or at the time of when the warrior tribes of Katonia had come to their senses.  A great warrior respected on all sides of the warring factions settled the disputes and brought a lasting peace.\par
\tab The Worker Caste?  They didn\rquote t give a shit one way or the other\'85\par
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\tab Finally, the Religious Caste began to have misgivings and stirrings among themselves.  Some of the Religious Caste members were worried about the \ldblquote peace\rdblquote  from the Dogkins.  They were up to something they were sure of it.  Other Religious Caste members did not believe so and thought the dogkins had finally tucked their tails and were adopting peaceful living.\par
\tab Bilge water!\par
\tab The bickering among the RC festered and festered until at length there was a split.  The most upset of the Religious Caste left beloved Katonia Prime to seek out a new world.\par
\tab Guess where?\par
\tab Before their arrival into the Known Space known as the Terrian System, the fleeing catkins detected a small armada pursuing them, dogkins!\par
\tab After reaching the only inhabitable planet in the Terrian System, the catkins quickly realized that it was too small and virtually inadequate for their means.  AND the pursuing dogkins would totally decimate the planet for their own cause.\par
\tab A new plan was needed\emdash and quickly.\par
\tab So something of a \ldblquote fake\rdblquote  planet was created.  How was not known.\par
\tab The planet that was settled (i.e. Earth) was concealed.  How was not known, either.  There was something dealing with First Inhabitants also mentioned (in catkin lore history) being referred to as Ancient Ones.)  \par
\tab Then, after settling the catkins devised other means of concealing the Earth from dogkins, should they discovered that they had been rooked, was by creating a multitude of Earths.  \par
\page  \tab It was confusing to fully comprehend but Forrest and Jimmy believed that that was when the \ldblquote parallel\rdblquote  universe concept came into play.  As to exactly how the catkins managed to do it was still a bit of a mystery.  But in creating the multitude of planet Earths, a multitude of \ldblquote parallels\rdblquote  were created in their stead.\par
\tab Jimmy believed that there was a \ldblquote key\rdblquote  of some sort (of some sort) in getting out of such a parallel.  \par
\tab\ldblquote What kind of key?\rdblquote  Forrest wanted to know.\par
\tab Jimmy wasn\rquote t sure.  \ldblquote Could be something easy, tangible, or something else altogether.\rdblquote   \par
\tab Forrest gave him a look.  The boy had no clue.\par
\tab\ldblquote So why these green tornadoes, and other vortexes, openings?\rdblquote\par
\tab Jimmy wasn\rquote t sure about those, either.  He believed that somewhere thru time, \ldblquote and we\rquote re talking thousands and years before recorded time\rdblquote  that something went wrong.  He didn\rquote t understand as the true actual meanings of the catkin history books were somewhat elusive.  Jimmy believed that all thru \ldblquote recorded\rdblquote  time wherever there was a mysterious unexplained \ldblquote disappearance\rdblquote  of a person or whole bunch of people, a place, ship, or some strange phenomenon that it was actually the unseen work of the catkins from a parallel mirror image of Earth.\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s possible that the dogkins DID find the catkins, they may have landed and attacked and no telling exactly what happened.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote But that doesn\rquote t explain the green tornadoes.\rdblquote\par
\tab No, it didn\rquote t.  \par
\tab Something had gone haywire.  Thousands of years prior to written recorded time, some time just after the demise of the dinosaurs and the population advent of the caveman\emdash OR, as recent as modern civilization.\par
\tab The green tornadoes could be regarded as a means of \ldblquote transport.\rdblquote\par
\tab The vortexes (smaller versions of the green twisters), could be regarded as the same.  And there, too, were the easy manner of which peoples just took a step too far and were \ldblquote suddenly\rdblquote  in a New World without knowing it.\par
\tab Such as was the case for our next inductees to Peach Tree.\par
\page In the Clutches of Evil\par
\tab Voices were heard, new voices.  Jimmy crawled up to the top of one of the heaps to get a better listen, but with the wind seemingly rushing about in all directions FROM all directions, the Voices heard were misheard.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Sheen, go to that hill and see if you can hear better.\rdblquote   Sheen didn\rquote t understand how going to the next hill heap would make him hear better but\'85\tab\par
\tab Jimmy asked Carl to go to another heap of catkin junk and give a stern listen.  Jimmy remained where he was, closing his eyes and trying to push out all thoughts of whimsy (sex) and trivial things (more sex) along with the business of deciphering catkin lore.\par
\tab\ldblquote Help!\rdblquote  was the calling.\par
\tab\ldblquote Somebody, please help us!\rdblquote\par
\tab The please were urgent.  Jimmy worried about the dogkins he had been reading and studying about.  They had learned mimicking techniques to lure unsuspecting catkins to their doom.  It was a favored ploy among many adversaries.  Mayor Forrest also warned him, and everyone else who took scouting duties, to pay heed and make sure the voice heard was a human voice\emdash\ldblquote do not go barging to the rescue until you know for certain who it is you are rescuing.\rdblquote\par
\tab Jimmy\rquote s thoughts were interrupted by Sheen hollering,\par
\tab\ldblquote Over here!  I think I see someone!\rdblquote\par
\tab The \ldblquote someone\rdblquote  turned out to be several someones.  All naked and with horrifying tales!  Naturally!  \par
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\tab Three girls, two boys.  The oldest was fourteen, a girl\emdash deeply distraught by her recent terror.  The next oldest was a boy\emdash very strange appearance\emdash lanky with goofy facial features.  He was twelve.  The other boy was a year younger, a typical youth with nothing striking.  The other girl was a young lass of nine, who appeared about a year younger than that!\par
\tab All had endured an incredible adventure.\par
\tab Once they were in the sanctity of Peach Tree, bathed and fed and rested, Forrest did his thing that he always did to get their story.\par
\tab And here it is:\par
\tab\tab\par
\tab Jack & Jill\par
\tab\ldblquote Jack and Jill went up the hill\rdblquote  but not to fetch a pail like they oughter.  This Jack and Jill were young friends out goofing off after school with Jill flirting on the edge of becoming a girl like she orta and/or still retaining that charm of being a tomboy.  Tough choice.\par
\page\tab Jill liked exploring, but with the minotaurs and strangers (family members) with illegal minding devices no one was safe to be out alone (or with others).  \par
\tab She also liked dresses, fashions, jewelry and make-up.  The latter two were forbidden by her mother.  That only pushed Jill to continue adopting the \ldblquote tomboy\rdblquote  way of life.\par
\tab Jack Gains was eleven, a year older than Jill.  They were \ldblquote friends\rdblquote --just friends.  Jack like Jill, she was cool and the only girl who could \ldblquote hang\rdblquote  with him in the wilds beyond their park boundaries.  She never told any crude jokes, he never heard her fart, burp, OR make fun of him in anyway.  She was cool, cooler than his guy friends!\par
\tab There was a slight underlying reason why Jack liked Jill\emdash sometimes, just sometimes, she wore a dress.  A small almost kiddish-like dress, sometimes a skirt, sometimes a short skirt.  She was on the verge of trying to decide about her femininity\emdash whether to accept it or continue being a tomboy for another year or so.  \par
\tab When Jill was clad in attire other than her jeans, Jack took notice.  Jill had legs, freckly legs, long slender legs that sometimes when she wasn\rquote t paying attention to the fact that she was wearing a dress/skirt opened up enough to reveal her \ldblquote goodie\rdblquote .\par
\tab Just brief glimpses Jack got, ye olde \ldblquote crotch shot.\rdblquote   Jack had no siblings, no gal cousins, nothing to pique his hormonal interest like Jill did.  Sure he had seen girls in their swimsuits and that helped, but still, he wasn\rquote t personally close to any of those girls\emdash just Jill.\par
\tab For being ten, Jill was cool.  Her tomboy-ness shined and she could just about outdo even HIM!  She was very curious about the area beyond the park and her exploritive skills were incredible.  It didn\rquote t particularly bother Jack, though\emdash as with the girl in front climbing up and over fallen trees, rocks, up the sides of hills and the like Jack got a nice shot of her butt.  His heart pounded as he wished she had one of her dresses on\'85\par
\tab When he needed to pee he politely stepped off to be by himself.  It was damned difficult to urinate with such a stiffy, though.  He was just at the stage whereas he was beginning to get a stiffy when the wind blew.  The joys of masturbation were upon him!\par
\tab When he finished (peeing) and returned to the so-so nature trail, he saw Jill just \ldblquote standing\rdblquote  up.  He guessed that she, too, had to pee.  He wished he had of know for he would have likened to have watched\'85\par
\tab Suddenly.  Jill slung her head and looked like she was going to throw up.  Then, to Jakc came a curious buzzing sound.  It got louder and a brilliant bright white light blinded him.\par
\page\tab If something had happened between the time the white light and buzzing sound had come to him and the time whereas he was \ldblquote aware\rdblquote  he didn\rquote t know.  When he was \ldblquote aware\rdblquote  he knew that he was a statistic.  He was still clothed, as was Jill.  But they were in a small clearing, he didn\rquote t recall any clearing where he had last known to be.  He felt funny, too, he couldn\rquote t explain but he didn\rquote t feel like himself\'85\par
\tab Jill stood close by him, she wasn\rquote t speaking; she didn\rquote t appear to be herself, either.\par
\tab Suddenly Jack heard a voice.  It was strange in that he could not see the voice, where it came from and it also did not seem to exactly speak to him.  He couldn\rquote t figure it and as he tried to figure it\emdash suddenly he saw Jill taking off her bright yellow/blue top!\par
\tab Holy shit!\par
\tab Jill looked distressed as she fumbled undoing the top buttons to her outer yellow shit with green trim and green shamrocks.  Her sweet little face was screwed up but she wasn\rquote t crying.  Not yet.  Underneath the top shirt was a blue undershirt.  Underneath the blue shirt was a half camisole.\par
\tab Underneath the camy was bare skin.\par
\tab Jack moaned.  He felt his penis surge, his eyes bulged and didn\rquote t deter from when the girl removed her top garments and tossed them to the ground\emdash his eyes remained locked to her bare chest.  She didn\rquote t, of course, have MUCH of a chest to speak of\emdash it was flat but had two budding buds that would soon formulate breasts.  At the moment they were AAs.\par
\tab\ldblquote TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!\rdblquote  the voice boomed into Jack\rquote s mind so hard it was deafening and hurt.  The Voice was so riveting that he nearly fell over.  Stunned he was for several minutes, the Voice repeated but was in a lower volume.  When his head cleared the command was repeated once more and this time\emdash Jack saw his hands pulling off his shirt!\par
\tab\lquote Hey, what gives!\rquote\par
\tab Then he knew.\par
\tab It was incredible.  He was a statistic!  He knew, someone was using a Minding Device on him\emdash and Jill.  They had been taught about such things in school, and from their parents.  The cops had come to their school to warn them and to give them EMAD deterrents.  Jack\rquote s was at home on his desk, he didn\rquote t know where Jill\rquote s was.\par
\tab Jack was in a pickle, a dilemma:  to play along or resist.  He wished he had a better knowledge of the EMADs, or of the person fucking with him.  What was going to happen?  Was he himself going to be raped?  Killed?  How victimized was he and Jill going to be?\par
\page\tab His shirt was off, so were his shoes and socks.  Blinking his eyes in hopes of clearing his clouded mind he saw Jill undoing her jeans.  Well, this wasn\rquote t so bad after all.  He licked his lips and waited.  Slowly Jill undone her typical jeans and tugged them down to her knees.\par
\tab Yellow panties.\par
\tab Yellow panties with green shamrocks and dark green trim.\par
\tab Jack had seen girlie panties\emdash in the department store his mom always dragged him to.  She always made him try on clothes in those stupid little booths.  He never did, he just pretended.  He sometimes pulled his pants down and stood in his underwear for a bit, sometimes pulled his underwear down, too, and toyed with his penis--but never stripped off his clothes to \ldblquote try out\rdblquote  other clothes.\par
\tab  He heard a Voice but couldn\rquote t quite make it out, he assumed that it was talking directly to Jill and not him.  Good guess!  \lquote hands to your side!\rquote  said the Voice.  Jack then saw as a trembling Jill stand somewhat straight with her hands to her side.  His eyes re-focused from her bare chest to her panties.\par
\tab Tight snug panties.  How often he had seen panties at the store and often had he wondered what various girls would look like in them.  His penis got stiffer and stiffer and then\'85\par
\tab\lquote TAKE YOUR PANTS DOWN!\rquote\par
\tab It felt as if though he had been hit in the stomach, or balls.  He blinked.  He held his breath.  Looking away from Jill he saw his hands undoing his pants\'85\par
\tab Jack could see his \ldblquote pud\rdblquote  pooching out his underwear.  Desperately he wanted to \ldblquote play\rdblquote  with it like he did in bed or in the shower.  His eyes fluttered and he felt flushed.  Looking up he saw Jill seeing \ldblquote him.\rdblquote   SHE was looking at his protruding protrusion.  He was embarrassed.  He DID want her to SEE it, but under different circumstances.\par
\tab Jack once more locked his eyes on those bright yellow & green panties\emdash mostly because he heard a voice saying, \ldblquote take your panties down.\rdblquote   As Jack didn\rquote t WEAR panties, he knew the Voice heard was not speaking to him.\par
\tab Slowly Jill worked her panties down and Jack\rquote s pud grew\'85\par
\tab Though Jack didn\rquote t know much about \ldblquote virgins\rdblquote , \ldblquote bald beavers\rdblquote , and etc., the one picking thru his mind did; i.e. Mayor Forrest Finch.  The angle wasn\rquote t too good\emdash at the beginning, but he could see (thru Jack\rquote s eyes) that the girl (Jill) was indeed\emdash virginal.\par
\tab She didn\rquote t have much more than fuzz covering her sex, either.\par
\tab Only a moment was allowed for \ldblquote staring.\rdblquote   Then,\'85\par
\page\tab Then, Jack was commanded via the Voice, to \ldblquote lower underwear to ankles.\rdblquote   Jack needed a moment to fully comprehend the command before following thru.  Slowly he complied, \ldblquote hands to your side\rdblquote  followed after easing his basic white briefs to his ankles.  He stood up straight (with hands to his side.)\par
\tab Jill locked HER eyes onto Jack\rquote s pud, for eleven years young the boy had a more than adequate cock.  It angled itself like a banana and pulsed (in anticipation.)  Both kids had moments to stare at the other\rquote s wares.  Then,\'85\par
\tab\ldblquote Step out of your clothes.\rdblquote\par
\tab Jack moved first, stepping out of his pants and underwear.  The sun filtering thru the forest tree tops warmed his bare backside skin.  He watched as Jill stepped out of her clothes.\par
\tab\ldblquote Step up to one another.  Close.\rdblquote\par
\tab Jack gulped.\par
\tab Jill sweated and appeared distressed to the max.  Somehow she managed to maintain herself.  Somehow.  It wasn\rquote t easy as she was right on the brink of \ldblquote losing it\rdblquote  emotionally.\par
\tab The two kids stepped up to one another\emdash close.\par
\tab The two kids embraced.\par
\tab Jack angled his erection downwards between Jill\rquote s legs\emdash it mostly pressed up down against her midriff area actually.  Their arms wrapped about one another with Jack sliding his hands down to Jill\rquote s ass.  Once there, Jack fondled said ass.  Fondle-fondle-fondle!\par
\tab This of course only made his cock harder.\par
\tab Jack\rquote s eyes fluttered and he could scarcely maintain himself.  His hands roamed all over Jill\rquote s ass\emdash a dream/fantasy come true.\par
\tab And speaking of come\'85\par
\tab Jack\rquote s body tightened and he was no longer in control\emdash his cock began to shoot forth long strands of orgasmic fluids.  It felt so good that the Voice no longer had to hold control over his actions\emdash willingly he squeezed Jill\rquote s ass and instinctively humped against her\emdash with his prick still downwards against her body.\par
\tab Jill, too, had \ldblquote commands\rdblquote  issued to her\emdash like Jack, she had to roam her hands all over Jack\rquote s bare backside.  She squeezed his bare ass and felt his erection growing intensely against her.\par
\tab\ldblquote Now kiss.\rdblquote\par
\tab Jack stopped breathing.  He reared his head back some and saw sheer terror and fright in Jill\rquote s eyes.  She was a year younger than he, a mere ten years young.  But, girls were supposed to be as much as three-five years more maturer than boys.  He was confused.\par
\page\tab\ldblquote Kiss or suffer.\rdblquote  said the Voice. \par
\tab That was more poignant.  Jack gave her his best goofy expression, a roll/shrug of the shoulder.  He had always really wanted to kiss her, her or any girl who would let him.  He guessed that of all the girls he knew, Jill would be the first he\rquote d most like to smooch.\par
\tab Their lips came to be, just brushing before the instinctive Frenching.\par
\tab Jack\rquote s agony was soon satiated as the embrace was stopped and Jill put her hand about his prong.  She worked the erection into a further erection, cupping his balls all the while caressing his bare ass with her other hand.  \par
\tab Poor Jack could barely breathe let along think straight.  He stared at the girl and found solace\emdash she was not as upset about the ordeal as he thought she would.  It was embarrassment more than anything else.\par
\tab He suddenly felt the urge need to pee.\par
\tab And poop.\par
\tab Jill turned about and BENT OVER; her hands to her knees, legs open some.  \ldblquote On your knees, boy.\rdblquote   Jack hated being addressed as \ldblquote boy\rdblquote , it was degrading he felt.  He knew he was a boy and they way some people said it made it sound\emdash degrading.  He went to his knees and had a bird\rquote s eye view of Jill\rquote s ass.\par
\tab What an ass.  It was a great ass\emdash or so he thought.  What did he know about \ldblquote asses\rdblquote ?  an ass was an ass was an ass.  And a girl\rquote s ass was quite an ass!  Jill\rquote s ass, he guessed, really was no different than that of any other girl.  It was small, but she was ten years old, too.  There were some freckles to the left and right cheeks.\par
\tab\ldblquote Open the cheeks.\rdblquote\par
\tab Jack blinked his eyes, his cock ached, his balls ached, his stomach ached.  It was mind boggling to beat all.  Sucking in his breath, though, he parted Jill\rquote s butt cheeks.\par
\tab There was the hole.  It was yet unstained, it was tight and clenched (in anticipation of intrusion.)  Jack could see the girl\rquote s \ldblquote cunny\rdblquote , too; it was smooth, virtually hairless, and ready!\par
\tab Jack let out a moan.  He couldn\rquote t help it.\par
\tab\ldblquote Lick the hole.\rdblquote\par
\tab Jack held back a half moment.  He really wasn\rquote t opposed, but\'85\par
\tab\lquote You better not fart or poop on me!\rquote  he said to himself.  His tongue flicked up and down the crack with most attention to the girl\rquote s \ldblquote rim.\rdblquote   Although he had never heard of such a thing, he guessed it must go on\emdash but privately.  He couldn\rquote t imagine his mom and dad doing such things, though.\par
\page\tab He licked and licked and licked and licked until his cock was once more shooting off rounds of spunk matter without him.\par
\tab\ldblquote Stand up!\rdblquote\par
\tab Jack stood up.\par
\tab Jill turned around.\par
\tab Jack squeezed his cock at the base and stood as straight in posture as possible.  Jill knelt before him and eyed his one-eyed-monster before \ldblquote kissing\rdblquote  the head of it with her lips before wrapping those young lips about the bulbous tip.\par
\tab Jack was blown (literally as well as figuratively).  Slowly the girl went down on his shaft and sucked him.  It was unbelievable.  There were no words that he knew of to describe such an act.  It felt GOOD!\par
\tab Jill, on the other hand, wasn\rquote t enjoying it as much as Jack was.  The shooting loads of cum inside her mouth was disgusting.  The actual taste of Jack\rquote s dick in her mouth wasn\rquote t too bad, once her mind found that Jack\rquote s dick kinda reminded her of string cheese\'85\par
\tab Jill sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked and\'85\par
\tab Received a copious amount of jizum for her efforts.\par
\tab The girl immediately retched and tossed out the sticky-icky goo.\par
\tab Jack felt awful for what he had done, but then again\emdash it felt kinda good, too.  (he wanted her to do it again\emdash and again\emdash and again\'85)  your first blowjob is always the best\'85\par
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\tab After all the retching and spewing was done, Jill laid out on the ground.  The forest had provided a nice layer of leaves to lay on.  No security, but a nice bed of leaves\'85  \par
\tab Jack stared at the naked girl.  She wasn\rquote t exactly the \ldblquote girl of his dreams\rdblquote , but she was close\emdash damn close.  A nude girl was a nude girl!\par
\tab\lquote Go down on her.\rquote  said the Voice.  \par
\tab Jack didn\rquote t particularly know what that meant.\par
\tab\lquote Put your face to her cunt, where she pees from.  Lick it and suck on it.\rquote  Jack gulped.  \ldblquote Holy shit!\rdblquote\par
\tab Placing his face down between Jill\rquote s legs Jack got wood.  Major wood.  His cum squirter suddenly sprang back to full life.  More so when his tongue actually touched Jill\rquote s cunt.  He licked and licked, closed his eyes and got into it.  Jill thrashed about some but he didn\rquote t know why.  \par
\tab There was the slight taste of \ldblquote pee\rdblquote , James knew it instinctively.  The \ldblquote lips\rdblquote  of the cunny entrance were slick, a mustiness was there, also.  He licked.  He licked like he was licking on an ice cream.  Then he put the whole of his mouth about the young fuzzy cunt and sucked.\par
\page\tab The stirring in his loins was great and there was no holding back.\par
\tab\lquote Stop licking, put your dick in her and fuck.\rquote\par
\tab The words came to him and though lo they were English words they made no sense.  He struggled with the concept of \ldblquote fuck\rdblquote  until he felt a strange force overpowering him.  It felt as if though he were being pulled up and \ldblquote positioned.\rdblquote\par
\tab There was a bit of cloudiness Forrest couldn\rquote t make clear.  It didn\rquote t last long, though, and the next \ldblquote scene\rdblquote  was Jack fucking Jill.  Ten hundred sensational sensations sensationalized sensationally.  Jack had jerked his gherkin a time or two\emdash in bed (on it/against it) and in the shower.  But never-never ever had there been a feeling afterwards.\par
\tab He was no longer in control.  Not at all.  It was natural horndog instinct that carried him thru the degree of humping until he could hump no more.  He lay exhausted in Jill until she pushed off\emdash\ldblquote get off me!\rdblquote  \par
\tab Jack\rquote s cock tingled.  It was a strange and unique feeling and that milky stuff continued to ooze out of it.  AND, his puddling didn\rquote t die out, limp out, go soft, or go flaccid.  Jack lay on his backside massaging his organ while Jill beside him fingered her quim.\par
\tab Jill Hasseburger didn\rquote t derive as much pleasure out of the hump as did her cohort.  She lay still for a while longer, then was told to \ldblquote roll over\rdblquote  and put her \ldblquote butt in the air.\rdblquote\par
\tab Ut oh!\par
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\tab Again Jack stared at Jill\rquote s ass.  The girl sobbed some, there was blood on her cunny (and on his dick).  He wasn\rquote t too sure but thought it was from the \ldblquote breaking the girl\rquote s \ldblquote cherry\rdblquote\rdblquote .  He hoped that she was alright.\par
\tab Again Jack was prompted to \ldblquote lick\rdblquote  the crack, tongue the hole, and finger it.  Then, \par
\tab\ldblquote Fuck it.\rdblquote\par
\tab Jack understood the connotation.  His cock ached and he stared at the clenching tight funk hole.  \ldblquote HOLY SHIT!\rdblquote  at first it was kind of intriguing, then he realized\emdash\ldblquote hey, that\rquote s an asshole, TURDS come out of there!\rdblquote  and sticking his dick in there was going to be disgusting all get out.\par
\tab But the \ldblquote prompt\rdblquote  came with force and Jack soon found himself nestled up against his friend\rquote s ass, his dick sliding into her super tight hole making full entry.\par
\tab He didn\rquote t know if Jill got any pleasure from the deed, but Jack did.  It was mostly the fact of his sensitive crown being tantalized by such a tight hole that gave him the pleasure\emdash Jack didn\rquote t understand that part, all he knew was that it felt good.\par
\page\tab Jack\rquote s stiffy presented Jack with entirely new sensations.  He soon found himself humping on his own, straining to get every once of enjoyment from the otherwise hellish deed.  He clenched tightly the girl\rquote s hips and strove to achieve that top most goal that orgasmic bliss.\par
\tab Balls slapping, cum squirting, euphoric bliss super sized.\par
\tab Grunting, groaning, tingling sensations never experienced before.\par
\tab Toes crinkling, body undulating, complete and utter delight.\par
\tab Sitting back (afterwards) Jack watched his cum squirt back out of Jill\rquote s hole.  Jill sobbed some and caressed her fresh fucked ass.  Jack felt kinda bad about having done her, but he hoped that she understood that it wasn\rquote t his idea.  His dick was \ldblquote dirty\rdblquote  and he got to use Jill\rquote s panties to clean it off, they had already been used to wipe clean his dick of her \ldblquote cherry\rdblquote  juice\'85\par
\tab Moments were allowed to the two kids before\'85\par
\tab Another \ldblquote blank\rdblquote  spot there was in Jack\rquote s mind, a gray cloud of time whereas he knew nothing of what was happening.  Then, it cleared.  He saw Jill on her back, legs open and some not-too-clear form was on her.  A man.  The details of the man was not clear, but he was raping her.  Jill lay flailing about some, clawing up forest floor and grimacing as she was fucked.\par
\tab Jack tried to make a move to push off the man on her, but he was held firm.  Weather he was tied securely or held by some other force was not known\emdash but he couldn\rquote t move.\par
\tab The man fucked Jill for several minutes before sitting back and masturbating (toying) with his manly cock.  Jill wept and fingered herself, soothing her pounded cunt.  She blubbered some and Jack felt very badly for her, as well as pissed off at whoever was responsible.\par
\tab More moments passed, another gray cloud, then\emdash when it cleared Jack saw Jill with her \ldblquote butt in the air\rdblquote  again.  He was positioned behind her but that same man who had been on top of her previously.  The man was behind Jill, doing to her what Jack had done.  Jill\rquote s face grinded against the ground, she was caked in dirt and tears.  She stared at Jack and Jack was both (again) pissed and scared.\par
\tab Another grey cloud.  It seemed to have lasted longer than the previous.  When he \ldblquote came around\rdblquote  he found himself on his backside, legs open, with that man who had done Jill doing him!  Jack was holding his own legs back, his dick leaking cum onto his belly.  The naked man who was bald and not a hair on his body anywheres (anywheres) poked hard Jack\rquote s poop chute.  The pain was incredible, Jack had never been fucked in the ass and he had never even paid much attention to it\emdash\lquote cept when farting or pooping.\par
\page\tab The bald naked man was determined and Jack had no choice.  The invasion came and it seemed like a thousand inches of cock sliding into his hole.  Finally, the man was all the way and he pulled out\emdash only to push himself back in.  and repeat.  And repeat.  And repeat.\par
\tab The repetition picked up speed.  The pain in his ass was enormous.  Casually (casually?) he wondered if he had done the same thing to Jill?  He had no intention of giving Jill any pain.  What was it like to have her cunny broken in?\par
\tab At length the butt fucking ceased with the man giving a dramatic grunt.  His cock came out and Jack felt incredible relief.  His hole smoldered and felt like a school bus had been in it!\par
\tab Then, his legs were allowed down and JILL came to sit on his face.  He could see her belly trembling, she was still sobbing.  Her funk hole came right to his nose!  It was then that she herself took Jack\rquote s legs and held them back while another man with LOTS of hair took up position to \ldblquote stuff\rdblquote  Jack\rquote s ass(hole.)\par
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\tab  Another \ldblquote gray\rdblquote  area or he blacked out, he wasn\rquote t sure.  When he finally came around, it was dark.  He lay still for a very long time, mostly due to being afraid and pissed that he hadn\rquote t been able to do anything to stop whoever from doing whatever to himself and especially Jill.\par
\tab Jill.  Where was Jill?\par
\tab Beside him.  On her stomach.  She wasn\rquote t moving and he feared the worst.  Pursing his lips he gently nudged her.\par
\tab\ldblquote Jill?\rdblquote\par
\tab She didn\rquote t stir.  Jack screwed up his face and strove hard to keep from losing emotions right then and there.  Pissed at himself, pissed at the bastards who had overtaken them.  \lquote You didn\rquote t have to kill her!\rquote  he seethed.  He knew, though, that minding device or not, he was not strong enough to fend off the two men.\par
\tab Then Jill moved.  She farted and was peeing!\par
\tab Jack sat up.  His asshole hurt bad, as did most of his body.  He couldn\rquote t see very well (it was dark) but he could hear Jill pissing.  In that, he got himself a boner.  He stroked himself and casually was reminded of hours earlier of getting off in her pussy AND asshole.  Well, then it wasn\rquote t all THAT bad now was it!?\par
\page\tab Sitting up against a nearby tree he waited.  Jill finished peeing, she stirred a little more, farted again, then went still.  He could hear her breathing, snoring as a matter of fact.  That was a good sign.  Looking around he determined that the two men, or three or four, were gone.  They were alone now, he and Jill.  Was that a good thing?  He couldn\rquote t recall \ldblquote where\rdblquote  was here.  \par
\tab He was wait for Jill to come around, then decide what to do.\par
\tab It wasn\rquote t a long wait.  Jill suddenly sat bolt upright and screamed.\par
\tab Birds and other animals fled and Jack was right there, embracing Jill.\par
\tab She freaked the fuck out and fought him, kneed him and clawed at him with such a voracity that Jack almost got pissed and slapped the girl.  But he held her, \ldblquote It\rquote s me.  Hey, Jill, it\rquote s me, Jack.  Jack.  It\rquote s me.\rdblquote  slowly the girl calmed, pretty blue eyes wide with fright staring at him.  She was horribly frightened and Jack feared that her screams though valid would alert the horrible bastards who had made her scream in the first place.\par
\tab He held her.  For the moment it was all that he could do.\par
\tab Slowly the red headed girl who favored bright yellow, orange and green colors faded back to a dreadful unpeaceful sleep.  But there WAS some peace, safe in the arms of her lover, er\emdash friend.\par
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\tab When he awoke in the morning, all was about the same.  He wasn\rquote t safe in his bed at home, he was still in the woods \ldblquote somewhere.\rdblquote   His asshole still hurt, too.  So did his cock and balls.  Jill was asleep beside and it didn\rquote t take long before he felt the \ldblquote need\rdblquote  pressing on him.\par
\tab Gingerly he moved the slumbering naked Jill Hassenburger and stood.  He found his legs weak, his head dull with a throbbing that was none other than a bitch of a headache.  Stepping away but not too far away he simply angled his dong and began peeing.\par
\tab Going naked had its advantages.  He kind of liked going naked and didn\rquote t understand what the fuss was with clothes anyways.  He peed, scratched his balls and ass, farted, then turned to find Jill awake looking at him.\par
\tab Oh jeesh!\par
\tab He gave a shrug and a quirky face and slyly moved a hand to conceal his dangling pecker.  Jill almost smiled.  It was there and she would have had she not been still so frightened.\par
\tab Jack saw the particular need for clothes, embarrassment factor.  He looked around, crinkling his toes and twisting on one foot.\par
\tab\ldblquote Where\rquote s our clothes?\rdblquote  he asked just for askings sake.\par
\tab Jill looked around, twisted her mouth and shrugged, \ldblquote Don\rquote t see \lquote em.\rdblquote\par
\page\tab Their clothes were gone.  Or was it that their clothes were where they were, but it was the kids who had been moved?  It was too complicated and there were memory gaps.  Jack offered a hand to Jill and she stood.  She was dirty; caked in dirt, pee, and cum stains\emdash but she was alive and so-so okay.  \par
\tab Without a word Jack continued holding Jill\rquote s hand and moved thru the less dense shrubs out of the area they were in.  Jill followed behind.  Jack had no idea where they were, he wasn\rquote t familiar with the area and he worried slightly if the two men, or three, or four, were still about.\par
\tab They hadn\rquote t gone far when Jill said, \ldblquote Hold up.\rdblquote  Jack turned.  Jill simply spread her legs, squatting just slightly and leaning forward just slightly.  She began to pee.  Jack got hard.  He couldn\rquote t help it.  He had fucked her.  He WANTED to fuck her.  Again and again and again.  And then again some more!\par
\tab But only if she wanted.  Which he doubted.\par
\tab Jack turned partly away so as she couldn\rquote t see his growing errection.\par
\tab Jill peed, looked around for something to \ldblquote wipe\rdblquote  with, found nothing and took a step towards Jack.  \ldblquote Okay.\rdblquote  she said.  Jack continued on with Jill right on his heels.\par
\tab They came to a pond.  A small creek fed it and it appeared to be quite serene.  It wasn\rquote t very big or deep, but it was cool, refreshing, and did wonders for their spirits.  They almost shrieked with delight but stopped themselves for fear of alerting those men.\par
\tab A little frolicking, though, ensued once in the waist deep pool.  They scattered up a lot of pond debris, frogs, and small fishes (minnows).  But they didn\rquote t care.  They frolicked and felt much better afterwards.\par
\tab (and it didn\rquote t seem to matter that they were naked)\par
\tab When they had grown tired of the frolicking, they hunkered down in the water for a time, Jill never minding the frogs and minnows.  \par
\tab\ldblquote I guess we better try and find our way home.\rdblquote  Jack said at length.  He was a little hungry and his folks would be worried about him.  How was he to explain what had happened to him, them?  With no clothes part of their story would hold validity, unless of course it was suspected that the two were out \ldblquote screwing around\rdblquote  and someone stole their clothes or something.\par
\tab Jack sighed and decided to take whatever.  He wanted to be home, to eat and sleep in his own bed.  He helped Jill out of the water and they proceeded.  Of course, they had no direction to fallow, just a small nature path.  A path that ended abruptly or faded into the rough an hour later.  The two kids were in DEEP forest.  Jill found a new path, sort of, after climbing up a great boulder.  Topside was another nature path.  Jack followed up, after Jill came back down.  Jack had an impressive look up Jill\rquote s crotch\'85\par
\page\tab When he stood topside alongside Jill, Jill took note of his protruding member, Jack was looking all around for security\rquote s sake.  Then he noticed Jill noticing him.  His pud pulsed, balls cinched up, and body turned red.\par
\tab\ldblquote Sorry,\rdblquote  said Jill, \ldblquote I-I didn\rquote t mean to\'85\rdblquote  she was at a loss for words and Jack desperately wanted to jack himself off.\par
\tab\ldblquote Does it hurt?\rdblquote  she asked.\par
\tab\ldblquote Kinda.\rdblquote  Jack replied.\par
\tab\ldblquote Do you need to\emdash to do that\emdash thing.\rdblquote\par
\tab He had no idea what she meant.\par
\tab Jill twisted her mouth, shifted her weight on her bare feet, and methodically fingered her pussy.  \par
\tab Slowly, though, Jack got it.  \ldblquote Oh.\rdblquote  he understood what she was so obliquely referring to.  He blushed and turned away.  Yeah, he wanted to jerk off right then and there; up against her butt, her face, her place where she peed from\'85\par
\tab Jill stepped back and sat on a rock.  She somewhat held herself, she was hungry, scared, and sore.  Jack held off jerking his pud, that would be rude.  He farted, though.\par
\tab Jill giggled and Jack blushed more.\par
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\tab They were kinda green, they smelled sweet, some were \ldblquote gushy\rdblquote  while others were hard, but they were plentiful.\par
\tab\ldblquote Better not eat too many of them until we know if they are good or whatever.\rdblquote  Jack said as he plucked a handful of the green berries.  Jill was cool with that.  there was little fear of eating too many of them, though\emdash they were gross.\par
\tab Jack\rquote s cock was still hard, too.  Mostly because he had began to hang back and let Jill walk ahead.  His eyes (and cock) kept vigil on the girl\rquote s butt.  Sometimes she stopped suddenly to look around\emdash causing Jack to barrel into her.\par
\tab Evening type time came upon them, how far they had walked they weren\rquote t sure.  They had seen no sign of civilization.  They had heard nothing, seen nothing.  They kept in sight of the creek, usually it was by sound as the \ldblquote trail\rdblquote  they followed meandered away from the water.  \par
\tab From unknown berries to nuts.  From nuts to something similar to pears.  The pears were juicy and delicious and they ate their fill of them.  Hours later they had the shits.  Whether it was the pears or the berries was not clear\emdash it was gross either way.\par
\page\tab The night wasn\rquote t particularly cold but Jack and Jill clung to one another just the same.  (and Jack\rquote s \ldblquote jackson\rdblquote  remained stiff as a board!)  Both kids were too tired for any possible \ldblquote hanky and or panky\rdblquote .  They rested and sought sleep\emdash and were not denied.  Not until their bowels turned to mush.  Jack was first.  He felt his tummy churning and then down lower into his intestines.  He knew what was coming.  He had had a bad tummy ache before.  Scooting just a few feet away he squatted and spread his cheeks\emdash and soon a gusher load of poo began to spew from his blowhole.\par
\tab The odor was powerful and he feared it would awaken Jill and further embarrass himself.  But she was already awake and moving a few feet from where they had been sleeping to do what he was doing also!  He heard her \ldblquote squirts\rdblquote  and felt a little relieved.\par
\tab There were associative \ldblquote grunts\rdblquote  and \ldblquote groans\rdblquote  along with the strain of having the shits.  It was very disgusting and gross.  The event lasted some several hours over the course of the dark morning.  By sunup the two had shit all that they could.  Their holes were sore from all the squirting, they were hungry, thirsty, and one of them still had a raging boner!\par
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\tab The kids moved on, heading upwards for some reason\emdash it seemed far easier to climb up than to go down.  At the top of a small very wooded hill it was Jack who abruptly came to a stop.  Jill crashed into the back of him.  \par
\tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote  she asked.\par
\tab For one thing, Jack was tired.  He was hungry (still), and horny (constantly.)  his feet hurt and his nude body had been scratched up pretty good.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Thought I heard something.\rdblquote  But after stopping he could no longer hear what he thought he heard.  Jill pressed up against him, kind of snuggling.  Kind of.  Nothing was said.  Jill laid her head against her friend\rquote s warm backside, her arms about his waist.  There was a lot (of worry) on her young mind.  There was a lot (of horny) on Jack\rquote s mind\'85\par
\tab Slowly\emdash ever so slowly, Jill\rquote s hands clasped together lowered.  Jill\rquote s hands began to make a slow-very slow descent.  Down-down-down, past the belly button, to the midriff area, to linger a moment right at the \ldblquote bush\rdblquote  area.  At eleven, though, Jack Gains had very little \ldblquote bush.\rdblquote\par
\tab He did, however, have a major woody.  It pulsed.  It throbbed.  Pre-cum glistened the bulbous knob and Jack struggled with himself to keep his hands away.  He did put his hands onto Jill\rquote s, though.  Did she know what she was doing?  Was she doing it on her own?  \par
\tab Jack looked around, he saw no one, felt no one.  He felt the urge to poop some more.  His stomach gurgled and he felt those damn berries moving thru his gut.\par
\tab Jill clutched him\emdash then moved her hands down a little more.\par
\tab Jack stood still, clenching his body, his puckering asshole.  \lquote Of all the times!\rquote  he bitched to himself.\par
\tab It seemed eternity, but actually only mere minutes before his cock was handled by hands other than his own.  Lightly was her touch, her fingers wrapping gently about his prong\emdash not unlike the day before or so when she was \ldblquote forced\rdblquote  to handle his erection.\par
\tab Lovingly she stroked the elongated bone, squeezing it and working it with extreme gentleness.  \lquote holy fucking ape shit!\rquote  Jack thought, he felt a \ldblquote surge\rdblquote  seething through his cock, as well as one in his ass.  How pissed off would she be if he shit on her?\par
\tab Jill slowly began to \ldblquote thumb\rdblquote  the head of his dick, running the meat of her thumb about the super-super-super sensitive area that was the \ldblquote crown\rdblquote  of his dick.  Jack could stand it no longer and began working his organ on his own, squeezing it and tantalizing it like he normally did.  His other hand squeezed his balls.\par
\tab Soon, almost without knowing, the hand that had been squeezing his balls was squeezing ass flesh.  But not HIS ass flesh, Jills!  Jill\rquote s hand continued to operate his prong; \ldblquote Shit, oh shit, shit\emdash shit!\rdblquote  he blurted aloud as the pivotal moment arrived.\par
\tab\ldblquote Is it coming?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Uh-huh.\rdblquote  he seemed in agony, it would be better to \ldblquote cum\rdblquote  in something more than his hand\'85\par
\tab Jill moved to his side and watched while Jack \ldblquote jacked\rdblquote  himself.\par
\tab A steady stream of milky white goo spurted from his dick.\par
\tab He stroked and stroked and stroked until the \ldblquote feeling\rdblquote  dissipated.\par
\tab His energy was nil, he leaned against a tree while his cock continued to leak a little more of his essence.  Jill was fascinated by the deed.  She fingered her poon but never had such a thing as what Jack had happened happen to her.  She guessed it was a \ldblquote guy\rdblquote  thing.\par
\tab When Jack had sufficiently recovered, they proceeded.\par
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\tab Presently, while searching for food, dissen the berries, Jack came upon Jill fingering her funk hole.  She turned and was greatly embarrassed at being caught.\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I had an itch.\rdblquote  She said.\par
\page\tab Jack smiled at her, and got wood (again).\par
\tab After pooling what they had collected (mostly nuts with other berries) and more fruit resembling pears, Jack sat hunching on his haunches\emdash thoughts to his own.  He could easily see Jill\rquote s cunny.  Jill sat likewise, but eventually grew tired of that and sat down on the ground, legs folded.  Jack could still see her cunny, though.\par
\tab And basically, Jill could see Jack\rquote s wares.\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I\rquote m sorry about what happened.\rdblquote  Jack said after sucking up one of the pears and fingering out how to dismantle the hard shell around some of the larger nuts.\par
\tab Jill said nothing back but shrugged.\par
\tab\ldblquote I hope\emdash I-I hope you\rquote re okay, that you\rquote re okay.  I-I tried to stop them, to help--\rdblquote  his words began to tangle up in his mouth.\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s okay, I know you did.\rdblquote  Jill replied.  For ten, she WAS mature.\par
\tab\ldblquote Bastards!\rdblquote  Jack seethed.\par
\tab\ldblquote It wasn\rquote t all bad.\rdblquote  Jill stated, and then went pale as she realized what she had said (without thinking.)  \ldblquote Oh my gosh!\rdblquote  she blurted.\par
\tab Jack tugged on his lower lip and kept his eyes to the nuts in his hand.\par
\tab\ldblquote I meant-I-I-I--\rdblquote\par
\tab Jack smiled to her (again), \ldblquote It\rquote s cool.\rdblquote  He knew what she meant.  Sort of, maybe.  The sex part, the sex between her and him.\par
\tab\ldblquote I thought, well, someday that I would (have sex) but not like it happened.\rdblquote\par
\tab Jack couldn\rquote t think of a proper reply, not one that would not make him out to be a horndog\emdash like he really was.  Boldly he began fondling his cock.\par
\tab\ldblquote Doesn\rquote t it ever go down?\rdblquote  Jill asked.\par
\tab For a red head, she was cute.  Damn cute.  She was smart, pretty, and one of the better girls at school.  There were naturally more blonds at their school, some Mexican and Asians and a handful of African-Americans, but mostly blonds.  There were four girls who had red hair.  Jill was one.  Bonnie Hyatt was a stone cold bitch and didn\rquote t associate with anyone.  She was a year older than Jack and therefore didn\rquote t acknowledge his presence on the Earth anyways.  Krissy Maccanna was okay, she was his age (eleven) but hung with a different crowd.  She DID give him a smile and wink every now and then when in passing.  He wondered why?  Mackenzie Burger was the other red head.  She was Jill\rquote s age, a new student who kept to herself and was of some particular religion or other whereas the females were forbidden to wear jewelry or jeans.\par
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\page\tab Jack fondled his prick, trying to be coy and then just trying not to shoot his load off too quickly.  When he felt the stirrings indicating that \ldblquote blast off\rdblquote  was imminent, her stopped.  His face was one of agony, stopping in the middle of a potential orgasm was bad.\par
\tab All the while, Jill ate her nuts and pears and fingered herself.\par
\tab A woodpecker pecked on a tree somewhere close.  Other birds were heard along with squirrels and chipmunks.  The air was cool and pleasant and horniness filled the air.  Jill hated having sticking hands, she wiped them on her body then stretched her legs out.  Jack was all eyes\emdash eyeing her goodie.  It was different (now).  Before when he had been forced to it was different\emdash he couldn\rquote t explain it but\emdash it was different.\par
\tab Jill laid out, opening her legs some and fingering her poon.\par
\tab\ldblquote You can come over if you want to.\rdblquote  she said. \par
\tab\lquote Holy shit!\rquote\par
\tab When he recovered, Jack ambled over on hands and knees, pausing at her feet.  Jill fingered continually her poon, she gave him a sort of odd facial expression that Jack couldn\rquote t read (\ldblquote Mount me, Stud!\rdblquote )\par
\tab Jack\rquote s cock, though, read the message and goaded Jack into positioning himself on top of Jill.  Jill\rquote s hands stopped fingering her sex and caressed Jack\rquote s ass, his sides, and then his cock.  Jack locked his arms to poise himself above her.  He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to fuck her.\par
\tab Slowly Jill guided his missile into her sex.\par
\tab Slowly Jack guided his missile into her sex, his body laying down gently on hers.  Their mouths met and their tongues meshed.  Their unionship was sealed and Jack pumped as slow as he possible could (stand it.)  they embraced and rolled to their sides.  Jack\rquote s prong slipping out now and then, but Jill eagerly stuffed it back where it belonged and they fucked.\par
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 \tab There were tears in his eyes, dirt and leaves in the crack of his ass; his body layered in a sheen layer of sex sweat.  \ldblquote Oh God!\rdblquote  he cried, \ldblquote Here it fucking comes!\rdblquote\par
\tab Jill clung to her lover, squeezing her legs about him and trying to derive some pleasure out of the act herself.  There was some, but not as much as there was as Jack had it.\par
\tab Finally the not-yet-teenager went rigid.  His body arched and then straightened.  Jill could feel his pud inside her, it was throbbing and she knew it was jutting that milky white stuff.  Jill\rquote s pussy throbbed some, too.  She clung his ass and they melded.\par
\page\tab\ldblquote It didn\rquote t hurt, did it?\rdblquote  asked a timid Jack after some resting.\par
\tab Jill shook her head and examined her cunny as best she could.  To describe it\emdash she couldn\rquote t, her cunny tingled but didn\rquote t hurt.  She guessed that it was best described as \ldblquote sore.\rdblquote   But it didn\rquote t hurt.\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I\rquote m sorry about what happened, earlier, with those guys.\rdblquote  Jack understood somewhat what \ldblquote rape\rdblquote  was, to fuck a girl against her will.  He was kinda vague on the whole concept of sex and rape and sodomy.  But the terms were everywhere\emdash at school, at home in parental discussions, and on the news.\par
\tab\ldblquote Did it hurt when\emdash when they, those guys, stuffed you\emdash in the butt?\rdblquote  \par
\tab Jack looked to her.  \ldblquote Yeah.\rdblquote  He wanted to say more but to describe he couldn\rquote t.  Jill wriggled her toes in the dirt and farted.\par
\tab Jack giggled.\par
\tab\ldblquote Bastards.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Bastards.\rdblquote\par
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\tab Another night came and went.  Thru the night the forest was not quiet, at times it was too noisy to sleep.  It also got a little more chillier.  Jack and Jill (up on a hill) found shelter in the hollow of a great unknown type tree.  They huddled/clutched to one another for warmth and at length Jill\rquote s fingers once more gripped Jack\rquote s dick.\par
\tab When the pivotal moment of orgasmic blast off came, Jill leaned down and pressed her lips to the head.  A small gusher load of hot spunk matter spewed out of the piss slit in one incredible jut.  Jill continued working his cock and balls while Jack sat in disbelief.  \par
\tab At length he ran his hands thru her thick soft red hair, pumping his cock into her sweet mouth, all the while breathing, \ldblquote Oh shit that\rquote s good!\rdblquote\par
\tab When he was drained, Jill spat most of the goo out.  It wasn\rquote t too tasty.  But Jack seemed relieved.  It was \ldblquote hotter\rdblquote  too and she snuggled against him.  Jack cuddled her, his little \ldblquote cocksucker.\rdblquote\par
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\tab  Cum the new morning\'85\par
\tab Jill was mildly curious about \ldblquote taking it in the ass.\rdblquote   This came about as the two both had \ldblquote anal itching\rdblquote .  After soiling Mother Nature\rquote s ground and finding suitable water and leaves to \ldblquote wipe\rdblquote , Jill posed the question:\par
\tab\ldblquote Did it hurt?\rdblquote  she didn\rquote t explain exactly what she was referring to, but Jack knew what she was referring to.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, kinda.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote They were rough.\rdblquote\par
\tab Jack nodded that that was so, \lquote they were rough.\rquote\par
\page\tab They sat in silence, thoughts to their own.  Was there a point to her inquiry?  Jack wondered.  He fondled his balls and squeezed his dick, which was hard once more.  \par
\tab\ldblquote My hole hurts.\rdblquote  Jill finally blurted.  She had been particularly involved with the \ldblquote fingering\rdblquote  of her asshole\emdash it had a terminal itch.  As Jack watched her, Jill opened her legs wider, pooching her butt forward and leaning back some, shoving her fingers in and about her hole.\par
\tab Jack gripped his pud and squeezed it, he was like Pavlov\rquote s dog\emdash except he was in heat and not hungry.  Jill bit her lip and gouged her hand against her young virtually hairless cunny.  She looked up to Jack and gave him a sort of quirky look.  \par
\tab Jack made his way onto his young lover, she was hard pressed to keep herself with a straight face. She bit hard her lips, pursing them together.  her legs automatically flailed and flung up against the naked-baked boy climbing onto her.  Jack smiled down to her then leaned down to begin kissing.\par
\tab After a few minutes of passionate smooching, Jill gripped her legs, hands behind her knees pulling them back.  Her knees nearly touched her shoulders\emdash she was very limber.  Jack had pressed his prick against her quivering quim but that was no the entrance desired.  \par
\tab It took a little time to make the entry to her hole.  She grimaced some and Jack stopped.  Jill, though, shook her head\emdash she WANTED to be stuffed in the ass.  Jack continued, just taking his time.\par
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\tab Jack was right on the verge of cumming (in Jill\rquote s poop chute) when he heard voices.  Distinct voices and not the ones in his head.  Jill heard them, too.  At first the two scrambled to hide in the brush.  Cum leaked out of Jill\rquote s asshole and Jack\rquote s dick.  They clutched one another and waited. \par
\tab The voices weren\rquote t heard for awhile, and then they were.  Not male voices, not Bastard Voices.  Kid voices.  Jack and Jill waited a bit more just to make sure before crawling out from the bush.  They continued crawling until cresting the top of a small hill.  On the other side was a gully\emdash with two kids picking their way thru it!\par
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How Happy I\rquote d be if I hadn\rquote t of woken up this morning\par
Or, Who\rquote s woods these are\emdash they can keep them!\par
\tab Far down at the end of the gully that was choked with forest debris was a pond.  The small ponds formed in the gully were unappealing and brackish.  But the pond at the bottom of the long gully was clear and much more pleasing.  The two children in the gully weren\rquote t having an easy time of traipsing down the gully\emdash it was steep going, slippery, and precarious\emdash especially being naked.\par
\tab A boy and a girl, just as nude as was Jack and Jill!\par
\tab They, too, were cut up, skint up, bruised, and hurt in so many ways.\par
\tab The boys was tall and about Jack\rquote s age.  He had sandy brown hair that was all messed up and there was some blood caked on one side of his head.  Unlike Jack\rquote s near constant hard wanker, the other boy\rquote s dangled and was barely noticeable.  His skin was fairly tan, he was lanky and had a most curious goofy look upon his face.\par
\tab His companion was significantly younger, being only about 8 or 9 yrs.  And like Jill, SHE, too, was a red head!  Imagine!  The other girl\rquote s hair was not in a pony tail, though, but hung loose about her shoulders.  Twigs and leaves adorned it.  Like the boy who followed her, she had numerous bruises, cuts, scrapes, and so on.\par
\tab It wasn\rquote t easy, but Jack and Jill traipsed down the hill, following parallel the two others.  Not knowing why, Jack and Jill hunkered down in some bushes and watched as the other two took pleasure in the pond.  They were watched for awhile\'85\par
\tab Sitting side by side, Jill cocked her head to Jack, \par
\tab\ldblquote Why are we hiding?\rdblquote\par
\tab Jack screwed up his nose, \lquote hmmmm, good point.\rquote\par
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\tab Encroaching slowly upon the two kids Jack and Jill made their presence known.  The young girl quickly scooted to the boy.  The boy placed the young girl behind him and stood up.  Jill tried not to gawk at the boy\rquote s dangling member, she gave it a quick glance then focused on the lad\rquote s goofy face.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hi.\rdblquote  Jill said.\par
\tab\ldblquote You guys lost?\rdblquote  Jack asked.\par
\tab There was a look upon the goofy face of the boy, he shrugged and shook his head.  \ldblquote Not exactly.\rdblquote\par
\page\tab Devin James Waltan and his sister Jolene Elizabeth.\par
\tab Devin James, who usually went simply by DJ, was twelve.  He was skinny, tall, lanky, and goofy looking.  Unlike his red headed sister, DJ had sandy brown hair, reddish brown in the right sunlight conditions.  He was likeable, though, friendly and outgoing and would do anything for anybody.\par
\tab Sister Jolene was friendly, too\emdash but more reserved than her brother.\par
\tab Like Jill, she had many freckles all over her body.\par
\tab They were not exactly \ldblquote lost\rdblquote  per se, misplaced perhaps.  They had traveled a couple of days and were worn out, tired, and very hungry.  They also had a hell of a story to tell.  They didn\rquote t tell it right off, of course, that took a couple of more days.  Forrest, however, unleashed their captive story and here it is:\par
\tab Their story was not too dissimilar to that of the previous.  The difference was DJ and Jolene, the two principle characters were brother and sister.  Other than that\'85\par
\tab DJ and sister Jolene were \ldblquote back country\rdblquote  kids.  Not city kids, not town-small town kids.  They lived in the country, WAY in the country.  They were not uncivilized, but their homes and way of life was out of the way from other more trendy modern towns nearby.\par
\tab Devin James, though not a blond, was an air head.  Literally.  His mind was always in the skies, always watching the airplanes and striving to be a pilot of one one day someday.  He was very mechanically inclined and could just about repair or bring back to life any contraption that failed.  For that he earned his worth, but as far as helping out with a crop in the field he was worthless\emdash his mind wandered and what he was doing didn\rquote t get done.\par
\tab His sister was nine and she was old enough to help out the family home with aiding in gathering eggs, feeding farm livestock, and keeping out of mischief.  So far it seemed that the minotaurs plaguing the nation/world only had interests on large towns and cities.  Rural life was apparently not appealing to them.\par
\tab When time permitted, DJ often struck off to visit the local landfill, junkyards.  He strove to build his own car and airplane.  The landfills and junkyards in the rural area had plenty of supplies for his desires.\par
\tab And quite occasionally his only sibling sister tagged along.  There were three other siblings, older brothers.  DJ and Jolene made themselves scarce one afternoon and walked into adventure.\par
\page\tab The finds in Mr. McPherson\rquote s junkyard weren\rquote t all that good, DJ had pretty much already picked thru the best parts.  He picked thru again before stopping in frustration; he needed some critical connectors for a drive train.  It was almost noon and he knew Mr. Macaphy would be bringing in a new load of stuff by noon.  He would have to hustle if he were to make it before anyone else.\par
\tab\ldblquote Lizzy!  Come on!\rdblquote  he cried out.\par
\tab Jolene \ldblquote Elizabeth\rdblquote  found pleasure in the junkyards herself, she didn\rquote t have a lot of toys and there were few kids her age, so outdoor activities like junkyard diving was just the thing!  \par
\tab Jolene had found odd bits of this and that that held her interest more than her brother\rquote s calling for her.  DJ made his way to where she was, pausing to pick over more odd bits of this and that.  When he got to his young sib he found that she had found a small cache of interesting things that he needed.\par
\tab It took a while to free the items, then stow them so he could pick them up on his way back from Macaphy\rquote s. \par
\tab Noon type time had come, DJ had no watch, didn\rquote t need one.  He used the sun and shadows and the \lquote feel\rquote  of the day.  He needed to get going or the farmers would get all the good stuff.  Taking the normal route would put him further behind; he also had to hustle back home to get evening chores done before he could mess with his car.  That meant having to take a short cut.\par
\tab Whether they were doomed at taking the short cut thru the woods or from elsewhere wasn\rquote t clear.  Half an hour into the woods though and Lizzy had to make a stop.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hold up.\rdblquote  she said as they came to a more flatter area.  She stepped off the path and proceeded to do her business.  DJ thought it was as good as place as any and he turned and whipped out his pud to pee, too.  He could hear his sister peeing\emdash but it was no big deal.  They were siblings and they lived together and when they had been a little younger slept together.  they had morals and ethics and modesty.\par
\tab Key word\emdash had.\par
\tab DJ was a normal lad, he got \ldblquote erections\rdblquote , and as a normal boy he jerked off to take care of it.  He had some thoughts towards girls, but wasn\rquote t hung up on them.  He humped his bed occasionally and occasionally while humping his bed he thought a girl.  Living with a girl in the house, and the semi closeness in their age, naturally he had seen Jolene naked.  He saw her mostly in her panties AND had a pair of her panties as a physical aid in when he jerked off.\par
\page\tab DJ\rquote s thoughts and desires were not of \ldblquote girls\rdblquote  but junk, junk to make a viable useable vehicle in which to take him places\emdash either a car or a plane, whichever was formed first.  The twelve year old was about as normal as possible.\par
\tab Jolene was, too.  At nine \ldblquote boys\rdblquote  were yucky and stupid.  Her brothers, the older ones, roughhoused with her and sometimes spanked her.  Forrest couldn\rquote t tell right off if she had been \ldblquote molested\rdblquote  by the older boys or not.  Time would tell as more of the story was delved in to.\par
\tab At nine, Jolene was just barely curious about \ldblquote where she peed\rdblquote  from.  She farted, peed, burped, and casually (there\rquote s that word again) was curious about her brothers when they \ldblquote did that thing\rdblquote  that they were always doing out behind the barn\'85\par
\tab Devin (he hated that name) finished peeing just as he heard something.   Thought he heard something.  Wasn\rquote t sure, something.  He turned to see his sister standing up, pulling up her panties (she was in a shortie kid\rquote s dress.)\par
\tab Like the deer\rquote s eyes in the headlights, the kids were frozen.\par
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\tab\ldblquote A bald man, tall, tattoos all over.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Mustache, big, black, he looked like an Italian biker.\rdblquote\par
\tab Sound familiar?  Jolene and DJ described the two men they saw and they were the two men Jack and Jill knew, intimately.  DJ had caught in his zipper the skin of his pissing dick.  Jolene had just gotten her panties part way up when\'85\par
\tab ZAP!\par
\tab Stun!\par
\tab Welcome to the world of Zombiedom!\par
\tab Like Jack and Jill before them, Devin James and Jolene were \ldblquote aware\rdblquote  of what was happening to them\emdash just unable to do anything about it.  The two siblings where brought out to a small clearing where they were commanded out of their clothes.\par
\tab Then, young Jolene had to \ldblquote handle\rdblquote  her brother\rquote s dangling wanker.  The preliminary fondling shared between the two was purely for the amusement and entertainment value of the two perverts with the minding device.  Jolene had never fondled her brother\rquote s prong and she scarcely ever fingered her own sex!  It was then Forrest found brief glimpses of curious interest:  an older sib-brother HAD molested the girl.  Forrest smiled\'85\par
\page\tab Jolene worked her brother (DJ).  The boy didn\rquote t get an immediate hard-on, not until Jolene laid down and \ldblquote opened her legs.\rdblquote   She cried and sobbed and carried on, but fingered her poon as per direction.  DJ was pissed, but got a hard-on just the same.  The hard-on became more prominent as he was commanded to \ldblquote go down on her.\rdblquote\par
\tab Neither Nolton child had a clear idea about \ldblquote sex.\rdblquote   They had both seen dogs humping, horses and cows, sheep, and even frogs; but the concept of human procreation or just plain ole fucking was a little vague.  DJ and Jolene were not sexually wise, aware, or known!\par
\tab DJ\rquote s thoughts about tonguing out his sister\rquote s quim were muddled.  Forrest found that the boy did not find total pleasure in the task, mostly due in part that she had just peed.  The boy DID get a more close up view of a girl\rquote s cunny.  And though ye his mind was not sexually aware, his COCK was.\par
\tab Then, Jolene.  \par
\tab At first the young girl was frightened, and rightly so.  Then she was petrified.  Then, when brother DJs tongue began flicking into her cunny\emdash exhilarated!  Fingering her cunny was one thing, and she did so on occasion\emdash but having her young cunny licked was something else!\par
\tab She knew it was wrong, she knew it was awful what was happening to her\emdash but she couldn\rquote t deny the feeling that was new to her that made her young body twitch and shudder.  \par
\tab Then, Devin was crawling up her small framed body, dragging his hard penis and testicles up as he went.  The boy was virtually mindless; very susceptible to minding commands.  The boy scooted up his sister\rquote s chest, planted himself and stared down at her.  The girl herself was frightened, scared, and just prime for accepting minding commands herself.  There was a miniscule amount of disturbance as she struggled a bit with the morality thing.  It was curtailed enough  whereas she wasn\rquote t a problem.  She raised her head and began kissing the knob of her brother\rquote s dick.\par
\tab During that time, Forrest found where she was with an older brother, a big tall strapping farmboy type lad.  Jolene\rquote s panties were bunched down at her ankles, her dress bunched up around her waist.  She herself was in between the legs of the strapping farmboy type lad, he had HIS clothes at his ankles with his throbbing prong pressed between her legs!\par
\tab They seemed to be surrounded by hay and Forrest determined that they were in a hayloft, the family barn.  The boy had overalls, down at his ankles and no underwear.  His hands squeezed his sister\rquote s lily white bum, grinding his cock against her, between her legs.\par
\page\tab Forrest could see that Jolene appeared to be about the age that she was currently, which was nine-ish.  The strapping boy was not yet a man, but close\emdash Forrest judged him to be about 18 or even 19.  \par
\tab Soon the boy laid back on the baled hay, repositioning his manly manhood right up against Jolene\rquote s virgin cunt.  Her dress was pulled off and panties worked off her ankles.  She then straddled the boy and he held her firm at the hips, dragging her body up and down his cock until he at length he was on the vergence of cumming.  He then repositioned the two of them, placing Jolene on her hands and knees\emdash he himself behind her!\par
\tab Oh!\par
\tab As Jolene didn\rquote t make too much fuss about the ordeal, Forrest determined that she was used to it.  Her brother entered her backdoor, balls slapping, cum spewing, fucking her for several minutes until he blasted a hot load of liquid love into her funk hole.\par
\tab When he was done, he sat back to continued jerking his pud.  Jolene fingered her hole, cried some but was otherwise okay.  The scene ended and that was that.\par
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\tab Devin was not an avid masturbator, but he was at the pivotal age where his cock got hard when the wind blew.  He found some pleasure in stroking off, he done so privately in private.  Forrest could find no \ldblquote scenes\rdblquote  in his mind-memory whereas he had ever had a sexual romp with his brothers.  None of the older bros had \ldblquote fucked him in the ass.\rdblquote   Or mouth.\par
\tab His Pa had beat his ass a time or two, though.\par
\tab Forrest delved into the new thread and found something curious.\par
\tab Damn curious.\par
\tab And here it is:\par
\tab There was a Ma, but she was not the disciplinarian.  That task was the Pa\rquote s.  He was a gruff man, tall, robust, and had a unique method of discipline.  When one of his offspring lied, got caught in a lie, fought too roughly amongst themselves, stayed out passed check in time, didn\rquote t do a chore, didn\rquote t do well in school, something\emdash they got a trip to the woodshed.  Specifically, BEHIND the woodshed, where no one could see\'85\par
\tab Here, the offspring LOWERED his pants (and undies if so inclined to wear such) and placed his hands upon the rock wall surrounding the woodshed.  Then, his bare ass was assaulted.  Firstly, by a strap--two-inches wide, leather, and made a horrendous sound when smacking bare ass flesh.  \par
\tab Then, when the ass flesh was blistering red, the boy stomping his ass and cringing, the ultimate assault came\emdash the Pa hauled out his cock and stuffed it up the boy\rquote s hole for several intense minutes that was butt fucking.\par
\page\tab Before you ask, Forrest checked.\par
\tab Yep, Jolene got the same business.\par
\tab Whether or not Jolene got boned in the ass by her other brothers was unknown, Forrest could find no connection, just the \ldblquote big strapping farmboy.\rdblquote\par
\tab Her pussy was virginal, though.\par
\tab Was.\par
\tab She sucked on the head of DJ\rquote s cock, swallowing the whole thang to the base, thrashing her head side to side before gagging and retching.  Her young hands caressed her brother\rquote s ass, her legs flailed about indicating that her cunny was on fire and needed attention.\par
\tab No problem\emdash only a few minutes did DJ wrestle his cock inside his sister\rquote s mouth before being command instructed to scoot back down and \ldblquote put it in her.\rdblquote\par
\tab DJ knew what was meant.  He held back and tried hard not to comply but was overwhelmed and finally found himself with his cock fully inside Jolene\rquote s pussy.\par
\tab Jolene, like Jill before her, did not find pleasure from the insertion.  She made lots of distressing noise, clenched her entire body and wept uncontrollably.  DJ concentrated on the fuck and came off in her in under two-minutes.\par
\tab Using her own panties, DJ wiped his sister\rquote s pussy clean and then his soiled dick.  A moment was allowed before\'85\par
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\tab The \ldblquote bald man\rdblquote  took Jolene, keeping her on her back but pushing her legs WAY back, his manly manhood pressed hard against her sex and grinded there before slowly it made \ldblquote headway\rdblquote  into her.  Devin tried to do something but was socked in the stomach and beaten down to lay sprawled on ground in some agony.  The Italian-biker man straddled the boy\rquote s backside, grabbing a holt of his hair and wrenching it back, forcing him to watch as the bald man raped his sister.\par
\tab Surprisingly, though, the Bald Man was not very rough, he was forceful, but not rough.  He did make vaginal entry and spew an ungodly amount of personal juices.  His cock, though, was skinny; long and narrow, so its pain infliction was not great.  It stabbed deep into the young girl\rquote s sex, though and caused her some discomfort\emdash and bleeding.\par
\tab Devin was beaten by the Italian-biker, then hauled over a fallen log where he was brutally sodomized while continually being beaten about the back and ass.\par
\page\tab After that, the Italian-biker looking dude and Baldy left.  Devin could scarcely move, so he didn\rquote t.  Jolene could barely move but she crawled over to her brother and they huddled for a long time.  When night came, they crawled thru the underbrush and eventually found the gully.  They spent the rest of the night at the new spot they had come to, then they moved down into the gully.  It was deep and steep and choked full of forest debris.  It provided shelter and security.  Like Jack and Jill before them they, too, found the \ldblquote berries.\rdblquote   Though delicious, they had a quality about them not liking\emdash they gave you the shits!\par
\tab There was a natural spring in the gully, it came and went, pooled and disappeared again.  They spent an entire day hidden in the gully.  They spent the following night there, too.  Jolene was a little scared, Devin displayed no such emotions.  He was more (or less) frightened about how his Pa would react more than anything else.  Even meeting the two (Bastards) would be preferable to meeting up with their Pa; Devin scoffed to himself\emdash he knew his Pa would blame him for getting lost and mistreated by the Bastards, so he\rquote d get taken out behind the woodshed where he\rquote d get his ass beaten and then fucked!\par
\tab It seemed kinda ironic, that\rquote s all.\par
\tab Then, the two kids moved down the gully as getting in was easier than getting out.  Devin got fantastic beaver shots of his sister\rquote s \ldblquote beaver\rdblquote  as he tried to help her climb out of the gully, his hands on her ass, his eyes in her ass\'85\par
\tab Mid way down they rested, ate more of the shitty berries, then slept.  When Jolene awoke she found her brother not shitting a motherlode but jerking off.  She didn\rquote t move much to alert him and watched until he stopped, panting and tired\emdash he needed another pair of hands.  He was dirty, grimy, stinking, and horny\emdash very-very horny.\par
\tab Jolene watched.\par
\tab And watched.\par
\tab And watched some more\emdash all the while fingering her own sex.\par
\tab Devin smiled his typical goofy smile, then chuckled.\par
\tab Jolene giggled, blushed, then sat up on her knees.\par
\tab Devin displayed himself more and continued finger-fondling himself until his favored right hand grew tired.\par
\page\tab\ldblquote Can I give it a try?\rdblquote  Jolene said\emdash none the worse for ware for what had had happened to her\emdash she seemed to be taking it well.  Devin shrugged and opened his legs a bit more and Jolene came to him.  She had been forced to handle her brother\rquote s prong recently (by the Bastards), but secretly she HAD always wanted to see her brother\rquote s dick, to play with it like he did\emdash she spied on him when he thought no one was.\par
\tab Gingerly she wrapped her fingers about his stick, squeezing it and sliding her fingers up and down.  Devin liked.  His facial expression was rather stoic\tab (expressionless)\emdash which was about normal for the boy.  True, Jolene harbored great ill-will against the Bastards who had tormented her and her brother.  She had been raped and sodomized and forced into sexual relations with her brother.  She had been forced to watch her brother being brutally fucked in the ass and beaten.  But she seemed to be taking it well\'85\par
\tab The same went for Devin.  A part of him, a small part, was angry.  Another part of him, a little larger than the latter, was pissed at himself for not being able to help his little sister when she needed him.  Then the larger part was the fear of their Pa.  It would be more than a simple fuck up the ass by the Pa, he\rquote d be beaten to within an inch of his life.\par
\tab Devin chose to push those thoughts away and concentrate on Jolene\rquote s doings.  She had been scared and withdrawn\emdash but only for awhile.  After the pain in her cunny and asshole had diminished she was better.  Being raped and sodomized weighed differently on different peoples.  It was a terrible thing to have had happen to her, to her brother.  But those terrible images and thoughts associated with them were dismissed.  \par
\tab Not entirely, but put in a place deep and dark and almost inaccessible.  This allowed Jolene to be \ldblquote Jolene.\rdblquote   There were lingering reflections of what had happened, but there were regarded as \ldblquote after images\rdblquote  and were no longer concrete.  Psychologically speaking that was typical of a childhood trauma.\par
\tab Devin, though, remembered.  But like Jolene, chose to push the horrible event someplace dark and dank and far away into the recesses of his mind hopefully never to be seen (or thought of) again.\par
\tab With that, Jolene kissed the head of DJs cock, then sucked it.\par
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\tab Once-twice-thrice, that was all, up and down\emdash up and down\emdash up and down\emdash then back up to complete the \ldblquote job.\rdblquote   It was distasteful to gross.  Though there was water around, Devin hadn\rquote t properly washed his \ldblquote naughty bits\rdblquote  and the boy\rquote s cock was kinda displeasing.  Jolene made a disparaging face, shook her head and closed one eye, cocking her face to her hard-up brother.\par
\tab\ldblquote Sorry.\rdblquote  he said with a shrug.\par
\page\tab Jolene let it go, literally.  She sat back on her haunches, her naked ass just an inch or so off of the ground.  DJ continued to toy with his cock and at length got the initiative to move them along.\par
\tab Down-down-down the gully they went, picking their naked way along, finding the carcass of  a possum and the skeletal remains of something larger.  Devin took a piss at one point, farted, and began toying with his cock some more.  Jolene squatted to relieve herself and then the two mosied onward.\par
\tab At length they grew tired and scrunched themselves up against the side of the gully.  The gully was a washout, a creek generally flowed thru willy-nilly like, but not at that particular time.  It was choked full to the brim with fallen trees that were called \ldblquote logs\rdblquote , rocks and general forest debris.  The sides were kinda steep, eight feet in some places, twelve to fifteen feet in others.  It was dark and dank and filled with gnats and other buzzing pesky insects.  There were better places to be\'85\par
\tab As it happened, sometime in their sleep they were awakened.  DJ thought of an animal\emdash a squirrel or wild pig or something.  Whatever it was it was smelly, it reeked; it was worse than the brackish water pools they had come across and even the dead carrion!\par
\tab It was pitch dark out and Devin guessed maybe sometime after midnight.  Something (wicked?) topside moved along the edge.  It was far to dark to get any details but it creeped Devin out.  He remained awake long afterwards, finally dropping off shortly before sunrise.\par
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\tab As the sun came to give light and warmth to the area, Devin James awoke with a raging hard-on.  His thoughts were muddled but centered around the intense feeling he had gotten from screwing his sister.  Sure it was under duress but that didn\rquote t mean it didn\rquote t have to feel bad, either.  He didn\rquote t care for being fucked in the ass, getting doinked by his Pa was one thing, being brutally reamed by someone else was something else!\par
\tab He didn\rquote t care, either, for the abuse Jolene had gotten.  That pissed him off more than anything.  He contemplated that, too\emdash why?  Why was he pissed?  Was it because of the mistreatment\emdash or something else?  Did he want to be the first to \ldblquote tag\rdblquote  her?  \par
\tab Jolene moved slightly, sighed and continued sleeping.  In the gully it was semi dark but private.  Though sex was generally not prime on his mind, it had become so.  Carefully he pressed his erection against Jolene\rquote s ass flesh.  The super sensitive head intensified and he knew the ultimate sin was to poke her, go up her butt.  There, too, was the underlying desire to go between her legs\emdash like the first time with the Bastards forcing him.\par
\page\tab He humped.  And humped.  And humped some more.  Soon his humping increased to where he was stabbing his way between Jolene\rquote s cheeks, trying to get at her hole or go between her legs to grind against her taint.  Then, Jolene reached a hand back and pulled a cheek open.\par
\tab Devin stared at the naked wonder, his eyes took her nude beauty in.  she was alright, for a kid.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Are you going to do it or not?\rdblquote  she griped.  \par
\tab Devin pressed his glistening knob against her puckering hole and began inching it in.  Jolene \ldblquote clenched\rdblquote  but it was one of those involuntary things she had no control over.  DJ continued, holding his dick at the base with one hand, supporting himself with the other.  Jolene leaned forward more on her side to allow easier access.\par
\tab Soon Jolene\rquote s hole gave in.  She had been doinked in the ass by her Pa and by an older brother\emdash her anal muscles gave way and DJ gave in\'85\par
\tab DJ pumped on his side for several minutes before Jolene pulled away.  DJ had been striving to get an orgasm but it wasn\rquote t happening.  His cock was hard as a rock and he had felt the stirrings in his loins, but nothing was happening.\par
\tab Jolene squatted nearby and began to pee.\par
\tab Devin stared, it kinda turned him on, kinda.  A long steady piss, a fart bubble, and a little more peeing in squirts.  \ldblquote I couldn\rquote t hold it.\rdblquote  Jolene explained.  She was so pretty, in a homely sort of way.  Devin stroked his organ and Jolene watched.  Then she scooted to him and watched up close and personal like.  Devin caressed her ass and got even harder than he was before!\par
\tab Jolene took over the stroking pleasure, kissed the head of it once more and sucked on the head, then stopped and crawled on top of him, pressing her pissy pussy onto his shaft.  There she did grin and grind.  Devin held her at the hips and the two enjoyed several minutes of frolicking before Jolene laid down on him.\par
\tab For a moment or two\emdash or three, nothing.  The two sibs enjoyed quiet-peace time\emdash all the while Jolene grinded her sex against her brother\rquote s schlong.  Devin smoothed his hand about Jolene\rquote s ass, squeezing the cheeks and getting NEW feeling seething through his body.  His cock grew and he began fingering her button hole.\par
\tab Jolene soon rose her hips up, brother DJ helped.  DJs cock pulsed, throbbed, and glided itself into Jolene\rquote s cunt.  Jolene SLOWLY slid herself down, it was far-far better taking her brother\rquote s prong than it was the Bastards.\par
\page\tab They fucked.  Slowly.  Devin finding just as much pleasure caressing his sister\rquote s ass as he did with his cock in her pussy.  Jolene positioned herself straddling her brother and worked her hips, grimacing a few times as her bro\rquote s prong was big and her cunt small.\par
\tab They fucked and fucked and fucked until DJ finally squirted.\par
\tab Jolene felt it\emdash she thought at first he was peeing in her.  DJ squirted in dramatic fashion, eyes fluttering, toes crinkling.  It was brief, though, his power surge escalating to supreme heights before plummeting mere seconds later.  It was good, though.  Jolene didn\rquote t derive a lot of \ldblquote pleasure\rdblquote  out of the deal, her cunny tingled but not much.  She lay on her sweaty brother and dozed off.\par
\tab When they awoke some time later they once more picked their way down the gully\emdash eventually coming to the pond at the bottom.\par
\tab Jack and Jill joined David and Jolene.\par
\tab There was one more to join them.\par
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