{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\fnil\fcharset0 Times New Roman;}{\f1\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} \viewkind4\uc1\pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\qc\kerning28\f0\fs36 August Moone\par Book 3\par Sidetrips\par Chapter 8\par Friends in Really Low Places\par \pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\fs28\par \tab\tab \tab\par \tab The glinting glare was from a windshield, the windshield of a juniper green stretched late model long nosed (conventional) van. The van was 4-wheel drive with dual tandams in the rear. The cargo area was stretched approx. five extra feet. There were windows along the sides and rear, but heavily tinted. The front license plate deemed that it was from California.\par \tab Paul moved to whereas he could get a better view of the side, it was there there was movement, people. He was not overly prepared for what he saw; a young man in his mid to late 20s boning a young teen in her early teens. She was sprawled out in the open door of van, laying out on the inside, feet up on the step-up. Both were butt naked. With his binoculars Paul could see the actual penetration of the man\rquote s cock slamming into the girl, he was in the final throws of cumming, cum juices were spilling all over, the girl was apparently cumming, too.\par \tab The unknown Fucker pulled out of the girl\rquote s pussy and rolled her over, spanking her lovely ass, parted her cheeks and jammed his still hard cock into her hole. \par \tab Paul was intrigued, if not hard himself.\par \tab The naked girl was not the only one, however, there were at least a dozen others, all early teens, with one young boy about seven thrown in.\par \tab Paul so noted, too, that with the exception of the young boy, all the girls were adorned with a dog collar of some type about their necks. The girls all seemed to be in a lucid state, lethargic, ultra melancholy.\par \tab When the Fucker was done and done, he stood up and leaned against the van, rubbed himself and then brought the girl he had just had sex with her and had her suck him. She did so lightly, thrashing her pretty head a bit, flailing her arms. Paul thought it was rape, some sort of force. He didn\rquote t particularly cotton to such assertiveness, but wasn\rquote t overly opposed, either.\page\tab The man turned to lean differently against the van, he was virtually hairless from the chest down, but had a slight growth of beard on his face, his hair of thick dark blond aged him more than he was, of which Paul estimated to be about 28-29 or so.\par \tab He didn\rquote t know what to do about the situation, though. If anything.\par \tab It was his business, the Fuckers, not his, Paul\rquote s. not that he was intrigued or interested. He focused in on the girls, 14-15 year old girls, 8-10 of them, possibly more he couldn\rquote t see. The seven year old boy ran amok, naked. The Fucker stopped him, knelt down and caressed the tyke\rquote s ass.\par \tab Paul wasn\rquote t into that, little boys. He wasn\rquote t into little girls, either.\par \tab Well, upon reflection: he had first fondled & fingered his daughter Karla when she was quite young. He had bathed with her a few times unbeknownst to her mother, and she had washed his \ldblquote cock.\rdblquote He had caught her masturbating, had caught her smoking and she got a spanking as a result when she was nigh but ten years young. During the spanking she slid her panties down--she was wearing a short dress at the time of the incident. She got off on being spanked. Discovering that her dear old dad had a raging boner beneath her she squeezed, made a play for it. Paul whipped it out and she sucked it.\par \tab He was in her pussy before long, when she was twelve. Her asshole soon after that. He walked in on his girls one day to find Kayla sucking on Karla\rquote s cunt. Both girls got a spanking then, and the rest was history\'85\par \tab So in retrospect he was no better than the Fucker.\par \tab He still wanted to know what the dog collars were all about.\par \tab Before deciding to backtrack back to his own girls, the Fucker put one of the girls outside of the van on her hands and knees. He mounted her and dogged her, slamming relentlessly into her body while the seven year old was in her mouth! Paul had to ease his cock out, he didn\rquote t know if he wanted pleasure from one of the girls or his own.\par \tab He then casually wondered how the man had gotten to wherever the hell they were. Introductions were in order. But Paul felt a little odd about just waltzing up and saying, \ldblquote Hi!\rdblquote just like that. Wouldn\rquote t be prudent.\par \tab The Fucker stopped fucking the girl he was fucking, but she didn\rquote t stop sucking on the little boy. The Fucker laid a young teen girl down and mounted her Missionary style. They were in the wrong direction and obscured from sight anyways. Paul stroked his organ until it was semi satisfied and then eased out and back from whence he had come.\page *****\par \par \tab\ldblquote See anything?\rdblquote Karla asked as he returned.\par \tab\ldblquote Uh, we got neighbors.\rdblquote was all he said. He unloaded the shotgun then returned it to its proper hiding place. He took a look around, a long look--to make sure.\par \tab\ldblquote Who are they?\rdblquote Karla continued to pester.\par \tab Paul was in no mood to answer, he was horny.\par \tab While still inside the camper he undressed. Completely, he didn\rquote t need to, but then again he did. Karla sighted in on his manhood, it was strong, raging, and already cumming. She asked no more questions and came inside. Paul sat down on the pulldown bed, legs open. Karla began undressing, Kayla came in, all smiles and blushings. She began to peel out of her clothes, too.\par \tab Karla gripped her father\rquote s dick and massaged the shaft, she licked it and suckled on his balls while sister Kayla climbed nakedly onto the bed. Her father put his hand up between her legs and diddled her asshole. Kayla grinned and let him. He leaned in and began sucking on her nipples, Karla began sucking on his cock.\par \tab Although his manhood was schlepping nicely inside his eldest daughter\rquote s cunt, his mind was still on the Fucker and all those young girls. What a lucky man! \par \tab Typically after a good lengthy hump Paul\rquote s sexual plateau plummeted. Karla crawled off of him and snuggled beside. Kayla fondled her father\rquote s cum oozing cock, resting her pretty head on his sweating chest. They soon all succumbed to a nice afternoon doze.\par \par \tab Later that evening\'85\par \tab It wasn\rquote t cold but a campfire was always nice. They roasted weenies and made s\rquote mores, Paul still tried to finger out how or where they were. It didn\rquote t make no sense. He wondered if Fucker knew anything?\par \tab Karla and Kayla were a little bemused with their father, he was naked, still. After their tryst he usually would slip back into his clothes, but not this time. The girls were dressed, but were a little uneasy as their daddy continued to romp about butt naked.\page\tab Kayla soon came to him, mouth having the remnants of s\rquote mores, he patted her butt, she grinned and blushed then they kissed. His hand slipped up under her shirt and soon was groping about her young not-yet-developed breasts. Karla semi watched, watching her sister and father and lost in thought in the flickering flames of the campfire.\par \tab Kayla shucked her jeans, undoing them and sliding them down in nearly one fluidic motion. She stepped out of them and her father caressed her ass. Paul masturbated himself, Kayla helped. She bent over and began sucking while her daddy slipped his hand down inside her undies.\par \tab His backside was to the forest behind him, and the Fucker.\par \tab Kayla\rquote s pretty head bounced up and down his shaft, her panties had been inched down to expose her ass, his fatherly hand lovingly caressed, diddling her asshole. He strained to listen, to hear any tell tale sounds of someone possibly spying on him. He could hear nothing but the popping of the fire, a breeze in the trees, an owl far off in the deep forest beyond.\par \tab Before he was to cum he stopped Kayla from sucking, from completing the deed. He instead pulled out of her sweet mouth and rubbed his daddy dong all over her face, then dragged his finger up and down her lovely young cunt. \par \tab There was a camp table assembled, it was accompanied with bench seating, the family occupied folding camp web chairs. Paul stood up and paused a moment, thinking. He guided his youngest child to the table and helped her up onto it, and then went to his knees and began licking out her hot little hairless poon.\par \tab Karla focused her attention on her pop, then stripped off her clothes and coming over to sit beside her daddy, she got a hold of his cock and began stroking him while he noshed.\par \tab Pretty soon he stood, he was ready. Karla sucked her father\rquote s prong and then carefully helped guide it into Kayla\rquote s cunt. Kayla held her own legs back, Karla caressed her father\rquote s ass, cupping his balls watching as he entered her.\par \tab Only the head but that was okay. He pumped good just the same, pulled out and humped the slit, poked the backdoor and then re-entered her for a final hump of which he soon doused her young cunny with his jiz.\par \tab Karla sucked her father\rquote s cock as well as her sister\rquote s cum laden pussy, Paul moved to one side so as if there WAS someone possibly spying, they got the full view.\page\tab He stretched, he farted, he wriggled his toes. Lightly Karla was snoring. He still was in disbelief about his predicament, it was unreal, unbelievable. He yawned and noted the time on his watch as a quarter to eleven. The longer he lay and lay awake, the more he needed to go. He was comfortable though and tried to push back the urge. \par \tab No good, he had to go.\par \tab Slowly and carefully he eased out of the bed, returned the covers over his nude children then stepped out of the camper as quietly as possible, equally nude. He took a leak opposite of the camp, when done he returned to the campfire and made sure it was out, saving a small pile of coals so as to ease re-lighting come the morn.\par \tab He took note of a campfire he could see thru the woods, the Fucker\rquote s camp. He paused a moment, then secured the camper door, slipped on his pants and slipped into the woods.\par \par \tab A blazing campfire there was, A few of the Fucker\rquote s girls were out on the ground. The Fucker himself waltzed about with some object in hand. He at length sat on the running board of the custom van doing something with the object he had in hand.\par \tab On of his captive-subject had stood up, shaking her pretty little head, she appeared to be about fifteen or so, long dark hair, very nice body, supple breasts. She shook her head curiously, then stumbled about yanking on the dog collar. Fucker took notice of this and did something in concerns with the object he had in his hands.\par \tab The girl suddenly began to thrash about and freak out, then she calmed down. She went to her knees and sat quietly, hair kinda frizzled out, though. The Fucker stood before her, putting his penis into her mouth and humping.\par \tab Paul didn\rquote t know what to think. What was there to think. He didn\rquote t have enough information. The Fucker went from the now obedient girl to another one, mounting her again al la Missionary. \par \tab He doggie styled the next, spanked another, then had one lay on him for a reverse Missionary. Paul chanced getting closer to see. His cock was near bursting thru his jeans, the girl was approx. fifteen, very nice, blond, and naked. Paul watched as she moved up and down, the Fucker\rquote s hands firmly clamped onto her ass. He could see the man\rquote s cock going up into her body. Paul was in fits.\page\tab He returned to the camper, stripped down again then crawled into the bed. \ldblquote You\rquote re cold, daddy!\rdblquote sparked a sleepy Kayla. She reached about and found her daddy\rquote s schlong and found it finding her; sneaking up to rest comfortably between her legs.\par \tab Kayla parted her own cheeks and Paul took his time at probing her.\par \tab His mind rested on what he had seen at the Fucker\rquote s camp. He humped Kayla\rquote s ass, poking into her hole before calming and fading to sleep; this after soiling his daughter.\par \par \tab A little after sunrise Paul was stoking the fire, he still had no idea where the hell he was, nothing on the truck radio, the two-way, the cellphone. He couldn\rquote t imagine getting so lost in the backcountry. The girls fussed lightly with making some light breakfast, they weren\rquote t morning people and kept wrapped up in a blanket while the water boiled. The morning had come with a bit of a chill to it.\par \tab Paul had dressed, then decided against it and stripped down again. He collected his fishing pole and thought about Old Betsy, his grandfather\rquote s .30-06. He left it and hoped he was making the right decision. \par \tab At the creek he could just see the green van 200 yards away. The creek was some 12 feet wide and a little deep. It was rushing and filled with a few fish. He kept a wary eye & ear for the Fucker, and his attention to his fishing.\par \tab After landing four nice stream trout he caught sight of someone to his right. He began to rethink his decision against taking his shotgun, he didn\rquote t the Fucker, the man may be dangerous, a psycho!\par \tab Too late. The man with the harem came, he was smiling, he was a young man in his late 30s, and he was naked. His body was remarkably buff, and virtually hairless, including the lack of pubes. Paul approx. ten years older smiled, too.\par \par \tab The man\rquote s name was Adrian. Adrian Eon Ace. He was friendly enough, commented on the catch and wished he had brought along a fishing pole himself. Paul asked him \ldblquote here\rdblquote was, Adrian didn\rquote t know. He seemed as confused about as was Paul.\par \tab Paul made mention that he had no idea and was traveling around lost with his two daughters. Adrian smiled. Paul knew, he (Adrian) had been to the camp show the following eve.\par \tab With that out of the way Paul was invited to come to Adrian\rquote s camp.\par \tab Paul was cool with that. Very cool.\page\tab At Adrian\rquote s camp Paul was semi shocked to find ten teenagers at fourteen and fifteen years of age, and the one seven year old boy. All naked. All but the young boy were \ldblquote equipped\rdblquote with the dog collars.\par \tab Adrian was a little nervous.\par \tab Paul was a little intrigued, and wary.\par \tab One of the girls was shaking her head, thrashing about and stood up, her eyes wide, she squinted as she stared at the naked men, then she began to freak out. Adrian quickly brought up his little hand held gadget, something like one of those remote control devices for toy cars & trucks and such. After dinking with it a moment the girl suddenly began to thrash about even more madly than before, grasping at the dog collar that was tightly & firmly attached to her neck. She seemed to be being shocked.\par \tab And she was.\par \tab Adrian swallowed and nervously explained, noting that Paul didn\rquote t seem distress, just awed. (and Paul had a raging boner going, too!)\par \tab\ldblquote Uhm, it\rquote s-it\rquote s a controller.\rdblquote it was a dog collar not unlike used for training dogs who misbehave or were needed to be trained for specific reactions. Adrian upgraded and enhanced the collars and they were ready for use.\par \tab Paul felt that there was more. Lots more. But for now he was cool with what was. Adrian was a little nervous, but he had the girl who had just come unglued and was returned to zombie mode turn about and lean into the open van. He himself parted her cheeks and diddled her asshole.\par \tab Paul stroked himself. It seemed like an \ldblquote offering\rdblquote , an invite. Paul was a little nervous, he still didn\rquote t know this Adrian Eon Ace. But he wasn\rquote t likely to turn down a \ldblquote piece of ass.\rdblquote\par \tab She wasn\rquote t a virgin, duh. Ole Adrian obviously had gotten her previously. But her backdoor was still mighty tight and Paul sunk himself fully into her, her hole closing up about his shaft. His ball sac snugged up tight against her and he began to slam her. \par \tab Adrian crawled into the van and settled himself before the girl, sitting down and opening his legs. He did something on his remote-gadget and brought the girl into sucking him.\par \tab At length Paul was introduced to the girls, he noticed that Adrian seemed to have some sort of affinity to them, something not yet explained.\par \tab Amelia Leigh, she was fifteen. A preacher\rquote s daughter she was. Long silky brown hair, soft eyes, and hailed from Deep in the Heart of Texas! Supple breasts, a very nice shapely body, and was not a virgin before Adrian got to her.\page\tab Bianca Reemer was Amelia\rquote s best friend. They were a set. Bianca was a bit taller, had bigger boobs, kinky very permed blond. She was a \ldblquote happy-go-lucky\rdblquote type, a virgin before Adrian.\par \tab Cammy Greggs was fourteen, very nice young girl, a very round face, incredibly sun shinny bright--perky! Brown haired, also with the extra perm kink to her hair, brown eyes, freckles. \par \tab Daisy Feeber. There\rquote s skinny and then there\rquote s skinny! Daisy was one such, and a member of the Itty-Bitty-Titty Committee. She was a little undertall, which made her slenderness all the more quaint. Long super fine red hair, long narrow face, great smile, though.\par \tab Ellie Filpatrick. Another fourteen year old. A quiet reserved young girl, shoulder length auburn hair, she was pleasing to the eye, \lquote specially when fully naked.\par \tab Frannie Joy was the tallest girl among the group. She was cute, but not too cute. She wasn\rquote t homely, and not the Girl Next Door or a Plain Jane, she wasn\rquote t striking, or very noticeable. She had a nice rack, tight ass, and was not a virgin when Adrian got to her.\par \tab Gloria Hughs Adrian seemed to have a serious boner for. He had a boner for ALL the girls present, but there was something about Gloria. A bright bubbly girl, blue eyes, reddish blond, ultra happy-go-lucky. Bigger titties than most girls her age, fourteen. A slim butt, though. She WAS a virgin before Adrian.\par \tab Haley Rhodes could pass for Frannie\rquote s sister, she was shorter but th facial resemblance was remarkable. Haley had more to her face, though, hair style that was quite short like a popular skaters. Haley herself was something of a skater, very perky and very appealing.\par \tab And then there was Inga. Inga Hatchley. She was fifteen and a cheerleader. Need I say more? She was very-very-very perky. Bright, cherry, incredibly likeable and flirtatious. And despite her persona and reputation, she WAS a virgin when Adrian got to her.\par \tab Lastly, Anna Elyse. She was perky, outgoing, hand sized breasts, supple-supple ass, a tattoo of a unicorn on her right cheek, a half-eaten apple with a worm sticking with the worm sticking its hand out shaking it with the one-finger salute at the top of her poon!\par \tab She was not a virgin before Adrian. She was in company of her little brother, Jeremy.\page\tab Paul met each girl, fondled their breasts, ass, and admired them closely. Only a couple-three of them did he sink his prick into. Most were \ldblquote coerced\rdblquote to fondling his balls and cock. He understood that Adrian controlled the girls with device-gadget. He wasn\rquote t put off by it, he thought it was kinda neat.\par \tab\ldblquote How did you get them?\rdblquote it was an honest question, just out of curiosity.\par \tab The answer, however, was a dousy and a lengthy one. Before it was told Adrian accompanied Paul to his camp.\par \par Similarities of a Different Sort\par \tab Kayla wasn\rquote t too keen on foreign cock invading her body, but she wasn\rquote t overly opposed. She would just need some coaxing and being \ldblquote worked up.\rdblquote Karla, however, readily accepted the new cock. Their were introductions, politeness, and a slight polite waiting period before the hanky panky, Paul grinded into Karla as she lay out on the table. He noshed on her cunny and then doinked her. \par \tab Adrian stood by the campfire watching, stroking his bone. Kayla shielded herself and hung by the camper not overly thrilled with the newcomer.\par \tab After Paul finished off with Karla, Adrian took his turn.\par \tab He was gentle and took his time in cumming.\par \tab When done he went to his knees, Karla turning over, spreading her cheeks. Adrian went into her ass, licking her crack. Paul nodded for his other daughter to come. She did so semi reluctantly. She got up on the table and spread out, sister Karla began eating her out and Adrian was thrilled.\par \tab He entered the girl\rquote s ass and fucked her good like it was his first time.\par \tab But it wasn\rquote t.\par \par \tab Like most, Adrian liked girls. He loved girls. And as a teen it was even worse. But for some unfortunate teens, teen hood doesn\rquote t sit well or isn\rquote t so obliging. Adrian had such troubles, he was tall, not overly attractive, and had run around with the same pack of dweebs, jerks, jocks, bullies, since grade school. In high school there was more diversity, but still, his ability to \ldblquote score\rdblquote was still nipped.\par \tab Home life wasn\rquote t so good, either. He didn\rquote t go into any great details about that and it was skipped. He often lived far away from his classmates, those he would and could associate with. If he wanted to see any of his friends it was up to him to go seek them out. Which often meant lots and lots of walking. He sometimes got to use a bicycle. He was a very lonely person.\par \tab There was no prom or other social events in his teen years, no girlfriend, either. He was not athletic and not academically blessed. He was lucky to even graduate. But he did manage to achieve a career. Courtesy of the US Armed Forces. He joined the Navy and entered into electronics.\par \tab Except for training exercises and drills, his seven year stint never had him serve any length of time aboard a naval vessel. He was landlocked. He endured extra schooling with help from the Navy. \par \tab And during all this time, he festered. Er, he had something festering within him. A hate, a revenge, a bittersweet desire unfulfilled. And he vowed that he would be filled.\par \tab While a member of the Armed Services, and his character of being reserved, laid back, obsequious and unnoticed, he learned many things. Many things he should have NOT learned.\par \tab On his high school\rquote s twentieth year reunion his festering was reaching critical. And although the desire to fuck every girl from his graduating class, the desire was for those girls when they were back in high school. Now they were years older, their poons well fucked.\par \tab So it was back to the drawing board.\par \tab He didn\rquote t have to sit at the proverbial drawing board for too long when a strange thing happened: a manner in which would allow him the most fantastic adventure of his life. (at that time.)\par \tab While a member of the US Navy he had come into possession of a device, a gadget, and item in which was essential--to Adrian\rquote s ability to enact his sweet revenge. It took him a while to actually figure it out, but he was in electronics and already had a good start. He was in a high secure locale, a place filled with top notch scientists working on various projects.\par \tab Adrian discovered a couple of nuances undiscovered by Naval Scientists. 1) was the ability of the Gadget to warp the air about him thus enabling him \ldblquote invisible\rdblquote to sight. Te Gadget emitted a high pitched whine, only detectable by electronic equipment or dogs. \par \tab And 2)?\par \tab Simple Mind Control.\par \tab How exactly it worked was elusive. \par \tab It would take a while to fully ascertain the nifty nuances of the Gadget, but from he learned by being social buddies with the scientists and snooping in his high tech environment, the Gadget was only one of many the scientists were working on; for mind control, eaves dropping, invisibility, various forms of manipulation, detection of high tech equipment, and so on.\page\tab He did a few \ldblquote tests\rdblquote to see what the gadget could/would do. He didn\rquote t explain what those test results were or on who, but suffice it to say to explain that he was well enough pleased that the Gadget worked to his needs.\par \tab And timing was everything.\par \tab Using the Gadget to it\rquote s full potential he easily waltzed out of the high tech highly secure government installation and returned to civilian life; ready to enact his sweet revenge.\par \tab He attended his 20 yr high school reunion, just to touch bases with those he desired. He sidetracked his Victims, learning vital information necessary for him to enjoy his desire. He DID take further advantage, having quick sex with his Desires, fondling, heavy petting, kissing, and making them suck him.\par \tab But they were now his age, late 30s. Some had let themselves go, some had change dramatically and drastically. He was no longer too thoroughly intrigued or entranced by them.\par \tab However\'85\par \tab Amelia was the fifteen year old daughter of Leigh Anne Huff.\par \tab Bianca Reemer was the fifteen year old daughter of Claudia.\par \tab Cammy Greggs was he daughter of Sally, and so on.\par \par \tab He had a van. The thought of being some super hero, or villian never occurred to him. He could be a super spy, undercover agent like the world had never seen. He could be an incredible bank robber.\par \tab But those nefarious things never occurred to him, instead he chose a different line to pursue. With his van he fixed it up his way, then fiddled around for a time fixing up the various upgraded dog collars. Those instilled absolute dominion over his Victims.\par \tab Then, simply, one by one he \ldblquote acquired\rdblquote his Desires. Most were almost mirror images of the bitches he had gone to school with. That was remarkable and helped.\par \tab How he came to be in the \ldblquote new land\rdblquote he was a little vague on that, he was in some remote area of Banister County heading up into the high hills to have one wingding of a orgy, and then the next thing he knew he was \ldblquote somewhere else.\rdblquote\par \tab No shit.\page\tab Was there more to life than fucking your desires? Adrian didn\rquote t know, didn\rquote t care. He had control over his, he was absolute master. He had been in the new land a few days, did some fishing to stock the \ldblquote pantry\rdblquote , decided quickly that roaming about was not a good idea--the lack of gas stations made that determination.\par \tab He assumed that eventually someone would come around. If not, he could die a happy man banging the bejesus out of the girls. He was quite content to live out the rest of his life fucking.\par \tab Paul had a different view than that.\par \tab Although he DID take his cock to those girls, spanking them, and just out and out fucking them. He had mild issues in regards to their being--they had been out and out kidnapped, and that was wrong. He couldn\rquote t condone that action, but he could live with it. He STILL wasn\rquote t going to turn down a nice piece of ass, especially ten of them!\par \par \tab\par \par *****\par \par Another Time, Another Place\par \tab She stared at it for a long time. There wasn\rquote t much to stare at, though; but it was something. It was magical, unlike any magic she had ever known, even including since her arrival in whatever fucked up realm she was now residing. She couldn\rquote t sense anything from it, and that bothered her, she couldn\rquote t determine if it was dangerous or otherwise.\par \tab It required study.\par \tab Her brother and a couple of the others had struck off in one direction, just to determine some semblance of \ldblquote length.\rdblquote Mr. Kraves and some of the others went off to the opposite direction. Wendsy sat on a log and stared at the \ldblquote wall.\rdblquote\par \tab The wall. Garson had discovered it as he had gone out exploring, seeing what was what in their new neighborhood. Wendsy figured she could study the magical wall before her a lifetime and never understand it.\par \tab The wall. It was a shimmering wall of some unknown color, like quicksilver she was used to from the Cave, but darker. It reminded her of that odd color used in shipping sensitive electronic parts (in liquid form). The Wall was some hundreds of feet high, how wide was unknown.\page\tab Wendsy and Kevin determined that it was possibly a boundary. \par \tab On a dare, to himself, brother September \ldblquote flicked\rdblquote the wall with his fingers. It could have been dangerous, a foolish thing to do. Kevin had reservations, Wendsy was just as curious. \par \tab Nothing happened. There was a sound much like a Chinese gong, reverberating for a long period before fading. There was a shimmering ripple effect from where September\rquote s finger flicked the wall, too.\par \tab Kevin had to tap her on the shoulder, \ldblquote It\rquote s getting dark.\rdblquote\par \tab Wendsy was oblivious to this. The Wall required careful study and had occupied a lot of her time. Slowly she rose up from the log, stretched, yawned, and spread her legs for a quick pee. Kevin stood naked beside her, he had a slight boner going, but of late his cock was somewhat fucked out--lots and lots of fucking had been going on since their arrival.\par \tab It was supper time back at the house. Wendsy was still preoccupied with the \ldblquote wall.\rdblquote She ate some supper and then later disappeared. September and Kevin found Wendsy later on sitting on the back porch. For a while September sat beside her.\par \tab\lquote Anything wrong?\rquote September asked via their Mind link.\par \tab\lquote No, just thinking.\rquote she replied in the same manner.\par \tab\lquote This place isn\rquote t so bad.\rquote\par \tab\lquote It\rquote s okay.\rquote\par \tab More silence came between them.\par \tab\lquote You miss him, huh?\rquote\par \tab More silence, Wendsy sighed and nodded. She did. August. August Moone was somewhere, having the ultimate out of body experience of his life. Somewhere. She yearned and longed to be with him again. \par \par *****\par \par \tab In another part of the Parallel Landscape, the same feelings were being explored. He WAS having the ultimate out-of-body experience. He had been on adventures in his life, but this one was tops! He worried about his body, how was it doing, it required food & water, how was that being accomplished? Was by his sustaining his life where he was sufficient?\par \tab More damn questions.\page\tab His thoughts came to rest on Wendsy. He had many favorites, some he was beginning to forget. But Wendsy seemed to be hanging in there, occupying his mind. He hoped to return and collect all those he had left. He worried/wondered about those he had met along the way, those that were with him now, what of them? When he moved on to the new parallel or even perhaps back to his normal time & space\'85\par \tab He wasn\rquote t even sure if Charlotte would be able to come with him.If he could find a Doorway, something that he could mark so as he could return to it from the Otherside, er, that side of which he had been borne in\'85\par \tab Living in a parallel wasn\rquote t so bad, less peoples, no pollution, taxes, government, laws. There had to be a reason about the manner in which the peoples like Noah and the kids had come thru. The airplane and everything.\par \tab More questions, no answers.\par \par *****\par \par \tab There was another facet to the Wall that was discovered a few days after its initial discovery. Again, Garson found it. It required study, too. It was a device that was determined to be poignant, a device that was deemed to be a controller.\par \tab It was made of stone with an angled box on top. The box was \ldblquote open\rdblquote , having ten rows of ten stones. All the stones were of a different color. At the bottom center was a large tracball, multicolored. It pulsed a low light, revealing intricate diagrams of some unknown type.\par \tab Kevin and Garson studied it for a long while, Wendsy and September, too. It obviously had a purpose. A purpose unknown. But it was something. It had a purpose, it was something.\par \tab Garson split for a few days, traipsing off along the Boundary Wall in search of other oddities. Kevin continued his systematic sexual torture of his backstabbing family. He was no longer vindictive, but with the help of Hunter\rquote s Pixie Dust! (Wonderful Stuff!) and Wendsy & September\rquote s Mind Tricks, making his family submit to sexual deviancy was fun.\par \tab He mostly wanted his daughter\rquote s Kellie and Katey to be \ldblquote aware\rdblquote as well as their mother. To be aware but unable to do thing one about it. Although he thoroughly enjoyed screwing the older girls of the Family: Kristy, Hanna, Megan, Holly; he took special desires in banging Karen\rquote s little sister, Karen. He also fucked Wendsy.\page\tab He did Karen and Wendsy right in front of his traumatized family; making his wife and daughters Kellie & Katey watch while he sunk his manhood into six year old Karen\rquote s mouth and asshole, humping her six year old slit and cumming all over her angelic face.\par \tab He did Wendsy in her three holes, Holly, Megan, Hanna, they received him as well. When his family thought they couldn\rquote t take any more, he took his prong to them, too. Mostly he laid his daughter Kellie out on her back, legs out and wide and back, then with wifey and oldest daughter behind, he slid his prong into Kellie\rquote s eleven year old poon and fucked her until cumming.\par \tab He did it for effect. Wendsy and Hunter\rquote s Dust (Wonderful Stuff!) helped keep his family in line. They were powerless to resist or rebuke or do anything but submit.\par \tab Kevin often had his wife and oldest daughter lick the cum from Kellie\rquote s cunt, asshole, and his cock. Then, to continue to \ldblquote effect\rdblquote he would butt hump Katey, the twenty year old tried hard to resist, but had no choice and submitted. Again, the wife had the unpleasant task of licking the cum.\par \tab Kara was his youngest daughter, he had no qualms, he loved her. And because of her beauty, her innocence, etc., and for continuing visual shock effect he laid her, too. Often it was with her on her side, his cock slamming up into her ass, sometimes her poon. Usually he doled his child out, having the likes of the other boys of the Family fuck her, drench her pretty face in cum. His wife was slowly-slowly losing it.\par \tab Kristy. She still had issues, minor ones. She missed her home, she missed a lot of things. She had a good life where she had come from, she wasn\rquote t an angel and was very naughty, but the new life in wherever the hell she was now currently bummed her. And she wasn\rquote t 100% thrilled with having Karen be sexually abused like she was.\par \tab Kristy tolerated it, though; she enjoyed being dicked--all the cocks of the Family had been in her, numerous times. She and Hanna were kissing and cunt licking one another, too. When they engaged immorally in small orgies with the others; the girls, the guys, those inhibitions were dismissed and she didn\rquote t care. \par \tab Megan was still coming around, slow to come around. Her mind was overwhelmed with Wendsy\rquote s input and readily accepted being the center of attention; being filled to capacity with cock and cum.\page\tab Jackie and Josh were beside themselves with all the fucking and sucking they got to do. Brandon and Logan fucked the two boys, too; as well as all the girls. For \ldblquote effect\rdblquote , Mr. Kevin buggered eight yr old Jackie and ten year old Josh. He also took a turn buggering his own six year old son. But not often, he preferred older holes.\par \tab What a guy!\par \par \tab September\rquote s attempts at recreating the Imager Pool didn\rquote t work. He didn\rquote t think it would but it was a try. He liked the Imaging Pool and missed it. He liked the outdoors, though, too; and so didn\rquote t miss the Cave all that much. There was a lot to digest, lots of images they had seen--bad ones and disturbing ones. \par \tab Garson-the-sexless-one returned days later to report he had found another one; the landscape changed a little, too; there was a large meadow with a lake. Two big two story log cabins were there, a mom & pop grocery/general store w/gas station & garage, with a 1950s tow truck parked therein.\par \tab No one about at all.\par \par \tab One day, September came to the first stone device, Wendsy was there, sitting with a blanket wrapped about her sitting on a log. The \ldblquote season\rdblquote was beginning to chill and the days of prancing about willy-nilly butt bare assed naked were gone; clothing was an option most of the Family chose to accept.\par \tab September sat nakedly beside her. She noted that he did shiver some, she wrapped a portion of the blanket about him and they huddled together. \par \tab After a time, September spoke up, \ldblquote You know what?\rdblquote he said curiously aloud.\par \tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote his sister asked having no clue.\par \tab September stood and walked over to the Boundary Wall. He cocked his head and reached out to lightly touch the shimmering wall. He used the flat of his hand and like in very slow motion or some disease the shimmer covered his hand. It could still be seen, but in a translucent form.\par \tab Wendsy came up beside him.\par \tab\ldblquote Does it hurt?\rdblquote September had a very high threshold for pain tolerance. So did Wendsy.\par \tab\ldblquote No.\rdblquote he replied. \ldblquote It reminds me of the Imaging Pool.\rdblquote he said.\page\tab Wendsy nodded and agreed, nodding her head. She knew that as well, but wasn\rquote t overly sure for certain. Except for the green light nuance from the Pool, the Wall was a near replica of what was in the Cave. Just on a much more grander scale. Much more.\par \tab September returned to the stone controller. He studied it for a bit, Wendsy beside him. He looked to the Wall, reflected, popped his neck, then put his fingers on a small green stone in the box.\par \tab Viola! It glowed.\par \tab Then, from the front face of the box shot out a greenish light. As it struck the Wall it splayed out to form a large opening. The \ldblquote opening\rdblquote was nothing more than a blackness, the shimmering had ceased and there was nothing in the 6by6 oval but pure darkness.\par \tab Very slowly September placed his hand onto the multicolored tracball.\par \tab The beam of green light swished (moved) to one side opening a new dark oval. The previous was retaken by the shimmering quicksilver. An image appeared in the new oval. A city. A bustling city, a major metro city, with people, planes, ships, and smog. The view was from some high vantage point overlooking (looking down) into the city. It wasn\rquote t familiar with either viewer, September moved the tracball to the other side of the first oval.\par \tab \tab\par \tab *****\par \par \tab A scene of a lake, a harbor with boats, a great bridge spanning some huge bay inlet, a great desert void of life & vegetation. A city whereas only the skyscrapers could be seen, the rest of the city lay under a great shroud of sickly yellow & brown smog.\par \tab Picturesque scenes, beaches, calm seas and angry oceans.\par \tab Farmland with farmers plowing.\par \tab Quiet New England roads in the countryside.\par \tab Grand lakes surrounded by snowcapped mountains.\par \tab Landscapes obliterated by the ravages of a nuclear holocaust.\par \tab It all seemed similar, familiar. Just bigger, much bigger.\par \tab Was it a way home? A portal, a transition?\par \tab When left idle for some time the visual ceased and returned to a flat shimmering surface. September mulled over the other various stones, selected one and operated the tracball.\par \tab New images.\par \tab Mostly mountains, small valleys, all very quaint and picturesque.\page\tab Selecting another stone September and Wendsy were mildly amused to see something more along their liking: dreary castles, a fog shrouded backyard cemetery that was laden with the hint of doom. It was a gothic motif that segued to a more sinister more disturbing scene of insane butchery, mayhem, and blood.\par \tab September smiled, Wendsy merely looked on WITHOUT disdain.\par \tab Another stone was selected.\par \tab Then another, another, and then another.\par \tab At length, a more familiar scene there came to be. A forest it was, not thick, coming into early winter. There was focused a great tree with a deer skin concealing it or making for a door. Was there anyone within? Wisps of smoke trailing out of a hollow stump on the tree suggested so.\par \tab September made to change the scene, selecting another stone-channel when Wendsy stopped him.\par \tab He paused and waited.\par \tab Moments later the deerskin parted and a small boy eased out. He was nude. He was approx. eight years young, his hair was unkempt, sandy brown; he needed a bath, a good scrubbing. He stood and shivered, then fondled himself and finally commenced peeing.\par \tab He was Ben.\par \tab Remember him? Ben & Sara? The wandering youngsters from the New England area? Wendsy stood and stepped up to the Oval Viewer. She popped her neck and reached out her hand. There was a tingling sensation and electricity. Thick black strands shimmied out from the Oval Viewer, encasing Wendsy\rquote s hand. It soon enveloped the hole of her hand, pulling it in.\tab\lquote Be careful.\rquote Minded her brother concerningly.\par \tab Wendsy looked back to him, \lquote I will.\rquote then, \lquote Thanks.\rquote\par \par \tab It was dark. Damn dark. No air. No sensation of air or temperature or anything. She waited a moment. Then another.\par \tab\lquote See anything?\rquote her brother\rquote s voice echoed into her head. Well, that was something. Slowly, very slowly, she turned about. The Oval Viewer she had stepped thru was still there. That was something, too. Turning back to face the way she had she saw another Viewer, the scene of the little boy Ben peeing. He collected a handful of snow and stepped back inside the hollow of the tree.\par \tab Looking left and then right Wendsy caught glimpses of other Viewers on the side where the Viewer of the hollow tree was. There was a blank wall on the side where the Viewer she had stepped thru was.\par \tab Only a few steps was the \ldblquote corridor.\rdblquote From the Entry Viewer to the Exit Viewer, eight feet or so. Wendsy pressed her hand to the surface of the Exit Viewer, it was cold. She could smell the smoke from the fire within the hollow. She saw no one else, nothing else. \par \tab\lquote I\rquote m-I\rquote m going thru.\rquote she said back to her brother.\par \tab It was not bitter cold on the Other Side, but being butt naked it didn\rquote t help. She shivered almost instantly and quickly moved to the tree in question, she tapped on the deerskin, quite possibly scaring the crap out of the two inhabitants she already knew and knew well.\par \tab A side of the deerskin door opened and there was Ben\rquote s handsome face. His eyes widened as he stared at the naked Wendsy.\par \tab\ldblquote It\rquote s fucking freezing out here,\rdblquote she bitched, \ldblquote may I come in or what?\rdblquote\par \par \tab The hollow was someone elses, the kids had found it and made it their own. It already had a small fire. There was some food they didn\rquote t know what was but they ate it just the same. They had been on their own for weeks. Wendsy said to them, \ldblquote I have a better place for you.\rdblquote the kids were all for it.\tab\tab \tab\par \par \tab\lquote Wendsy, something\rquote s happening.\rquote\par \tab\lquote What?\rquote\par \tab\lquote I-I don\rquote t know.\rquote\par \tab Wendsy gulped, she paused just half a moment then quickly hustled Ben & Sara along into the Transitional Corridor. They were a little apprehensive, but willing to be somewhere else than Freezing just the same.\par \tab Wendsy was apprehensive, too.\par \tab She saw the Exit Oval, but upon entering thru it and in the dark corridor, the Entry Oval was gone. She gulped. \ldblquote Brother?\rdblquote she called.\par \tab Nothing.\par \tab\lquote Damn.\rquote\par \tab She paused and kept the kids\rquote hands in hers and slowly advanced forward. There was some light from the other Exit Ovals, so that helped. Wendsy didn\rquote t want to move from the one she was destined for, it would be easy to get lost in the dark corridor and confused.\par \tab\lquote Brother, September!\rquote she called out again.\par \tab\lquote I\rquote m here.\rquote he said in an echoed Mindlink voice.\par \tab Wendsy sighed. She kept her most private thoughts about the matter to herself, but was greatly relieved.\par \tab\lquote What\rquote s going on?\rquote she asked.\par \tab\lquote Uhm, well, it-it seemed to shut off.\rquote there was a stammering in his Mindlink voice, Wendsy detected that perhaps the oaf had maybe made a critical error of some kind, like dinked around with the stone controller when he shouldn\rquote t have.\par \tab\lquote Can you fix it?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Working on it.\rquote\par \tab Suddenly a bright light occurred, a new Oval on the Entry side appeared, flooding the corridor with intense light. The intensity of the light was only momentarily and the corridor returned to its normal \ldblquote dark mode.\rdblquote\par \tab\lquote Brother, did you do something?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Y-yeah. Why?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Just asking.\rquote\par \par \tab Three more Entry Ovals appeared, several Exit Ovals, too. September was having no luck re-opening the Oval where he was. Wendsy finally reluctantly walked down to the next Oval. On the Entry side she could see nothing, it was translucent and was like looking through a water glass. On the opposite side, the Exit Oval side she could see various scenes. Ben and Sara remained quiet, holding Wendsy\rquote s hand.\par \tab\lquote Are you still there, my Brother?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Yep, still here.\rquote\par \tab That was good.\par \tab Wendsy watched a farmer plowing his field in an old red tractor, it was sunny and nice there, a farm house in the distance, green pastures, some trees here and there, nice and sunny.\par \tab For a moment, just a moment, Wendsy wanted to be there. She could almost smell the breakfast the farmer\rquote s wife was preparing--bacon, eggs, pancakes. There would be fresh farmed milk from the home\rquote s cow, the air sweetened with the fragrance of fresh flowers and roses; a soft gentle breeze thru the trees surrounding the home.\par \tab Home.\par \tab A sweet home. A warm home of love.\par \tab Wendsy stared for a long time, squeezing Ben & Sara\rquote s little hands until they whelped. Their calls of pain distracted Wendsy, she shook her head to clear the image of the nicety and stepped away from it. She gave the scene one more look then dismissed it entirely.\par \tab Another Exit Oval showed a beach, a long dreary beach with a lighthouse nearby. No signs of life, debris of some ship strewn upon the shore, ominous clouds lingering about after some storm. \par \tab In another scene there was a forest. A deep conifer forest, a light misty fog rising up from the deep rich green forest. Another scene revealed a small inlet lake, early morning, early morning fog. A small fishing boat was out in the middle, someone was there fishing.\par \tab The scene segued to someplace nearby, still early morning, very green forest thick with ferns and other things green. Thick dense pines and cedars. There was of all things a train track running thru the middle. The scene followed along the tracks, it was like watching a movie. Ben & Sara were all intuitive.\par \tab There came to be a trestle. The trestle spanned a very deep and very green river. He scene went UNDER the trestle, to the part whereas the dirt berm supported the creosote timbers supporting the trestle. Here at the near apex were two peoples. Two young peoples, early teens. Both in the throws of making love, the boy and girl had their clothes on, sort of: their clothes were at their ankles, the girl\rquote s blouse and sweater was open to expose her lovely young fifteen year old chest.\par \tab The boy was fucking her, slowly.\par \tab The boy suckled on her cantaloupe sized breasts, humped and humped and humped. Ben and Sara grinned, blushed, and Ben got wood.\par \tab The scene then went back to following the train track. It wound its way this way and that thru very lush forest. Occasionally there was a meadow on one side, a valley dropping off on the other. In mere minutes, though, the forest gave way to Industry: a huge metropolitan city was suddenly in view, a great river with huge cargo ships passing by. A great trestle there was soaring o\rquote er head, factories belching out their pollutants, industry all over the place.\par \tab There were four children on the trestle; three boys, one girl.\par \tab Young they were, about ten years young. One boy was the geek of the group, in glasses, good clothes, a windbreaker. Another boy the so-so ruffian, short sandy brown hair, a so-so tough guy (who really wasn\rquote t.)\par \tab Another boy was nice looking, carried himself in the manner of which was determined that he was the so-so leader. They all stood at the iron railing looking down to the river and the ships passing beneath. None of the kids looked overly happy, deep concerns on their faces.\par \tab The tough guy boy then unzipped his jeans and hauled out his penis.\par \tab Sara opened her mouth in awe and blushed with giggle.\par \tab Ben just looked on in awe. As did Wendsy.\page\tab The boy with his penis out began to pee. He giggled as the stream of his urine splashed down onto one of the passing ships below. The so-so leader whipped out his schlong and did likewise. The geeky boy held off, he didn\rquote t need to pee.\par \tab The girl didn\rquote t seem offended, she was a little embarrassed, grinned big and giggled, looked to the boys as they peed. She was cute, long blond hair kind of frizzled, pulled back into a loose pony tail. \par \tab She wore a dress. A short kiddie dress, pleated, light blue with flowers. She wore a sweater and white (dirty) tennis shoes. A very pretty child she was. After watching the boys pee she backed away and came to the railroad track. She worked her hands up her dress, pulling down her undies some, then she squatted straddling the railroad rail.\par \tab The boys bowed their heads, one got on his knees with head on the rail looking. Soon the giggling blushing girl began to pee, coating the rail. She also unloaded a small loaf.\par \tab She stood up quickly, not wiping, pulling her undies up quick. The boys got a nice \ldblquote flash\rdblquote of her nakedness, her butt. All got instant boners. So did little Ben standing beside Wendsy.\par \tab The boys all looked to the turd on the rail, giggling and unable to say anything. The girl was all kinds of embarrassed, all kinds. The tough guy boy undone his pants and squatted on the same rail. He strained, he grunted, he farted.\par \tab The kids all busted up but slowly he began to unload a loaf of his own.\par \tab Just then one of the other lads yelled, \ldblquote Holy shit, look!\rdblquote they all looked and steaming down the track was a choo-choo.\par \tab It was coming out of the pristine woodland and charging to the trestle.\par \tab The boy crapping on the rail hustled to get his clothes up, also not wiping. There was no time to run back the short distance to the one side, the side direction where the train was coming all a thunder. They were just at the beginning of the trestle, it stretched quite a distance over the river below. The kids freaked out and frantically fled going across in hopes of outrunning the locomotive.\par \tab An alcove they came to, just as the train thundered onto the trestle. The kids scrunched up inside it, an open black oily reeking timber made outstand on a trestle (for just such occasions) and the mighty thundering locomotive rumbled passed them, the engineer shaking his fist madly at them as it sped by.\page\tab One of the boys turned about and dropped his pants, giving the engineer an infamous BA. His companions all giggled. The tough guy boy dropped HIS pants and BAed the river boat traffic. One of the barges tooted its horn. The kids all laughed and paused a moment, the girl wasn\rquote t too keen on the alcove they were in, it was a dead drop off to the murky green water\rquote s below. They were close to being in the middle. The train\rquote s cars had all passed by, the crisis was over.\par \tab They stared looking out to the industrial side, then scuffed their feet and contemplated. \par \tab\ldblquote Let\rquote s go to the hobo cave!\rdblquote perked up the so-so leader. His name was Calvin. The others shrugged. \par \tab\ldblquote What\rquote s the hobo cave?\rdblquote asked the single girl, her name was Gail.\par \tab\ldblquote You\rquote ll see.\rdblquote sparked the geeky boy, whose name was Adam.\par \tab Together the foursome ambled back into the woodsy landscape.\par \par \tab Wendsy with Ben and Sara took seat. It was like watching a movie at a theatre. Nothing else was going on, Wendsy figured she could probably go into the new area being displayed, she wondered if she could return, or even have the kiddies come where she was.\par \tab She was sure the BOYS of her Family wouldn\rquote t mind, Mr. Kevin certainly, Brandon, the other boys all would have new holes to fill. They wouldn\rquote t mind at all. Holly and Kristy and Hanna were boy lovers and there would be three new boys to play with.\par \tab Wendsy sat quietly, her mind still whirring, wondering if she was condemned for eternity in the corridor\'85\par \par \tab The four kids moved into the deep woods, Gail and Brad pausing to finally \ldblquote clean\rdblquote themselves. They did so out of sight of the others. Brad was \ldblquote observed\rdblquote standing up after tossing the dirtied leaves and fondling himself. Gail pulled her undies up and stood, suddenly confronted with Brad standing on the other side of the bushes. They smiled and Brad stopped masturbating. He pulled up his clothes, holding off just a moment as Gail seemed to be eyeing his bare wares. \par \tab Gail blushed when she was noticed. The boy blushed, too.\par \tab He flopped his naughty bits inside his underwear, then zipped up.\page\tab Back together with their friends they continued trekking to the hobo cave. Which was located deep in the woods, passed an old abandoned forgotten junk yard, a rabbit wren, questionable unknown what lay beneath \ldblquote mounds\rdblquote , and to the banks of the swift flowing very deep river channel cutting through the woods.\par \tab The kids continued along a seldom used trail, going up hill a bit and coming in sight of the train trestle in the woods they had crossed earlier in the day, before coming out to the industry trestle and main river. They were on the opposite of which where earlier Wendsy had observed the two teens fucking.\par \tab Precariously they picked their way down a steep embankment, stumbling, sliding, falling, etc. Brad caught Gail before she fell too badly and hurt herself. He stopped her sliding as she came down on her butt, legs open exposing herself, he saw a very nice panty shot.\par \tab She was aware. She didn\rquote t\rquote freak, she smiled and wanted to hug him for helping her. But she paused. The other boys were around. They collected themselves, Gail was a little concerned and worried, she had ripped her dress. She kept her thoughts to herself, but Wendsy saw in her young mind her father going into a rant and beating her. Gail quivered, tightening up her young delicate butt. She had a bit of a bruise from the intense slid, a scrape or two, skint knees and heels of her hand. She was in major trouble.\par \tab They all collected themselves and continued to make their way along.\par \tab There was a bit of a beach, very rocky with the river right close. Lots of huge boulders and trash, an old rickety boat, discarded fishing poles, clothes, beer cans, wine bottles. There was a cave off to one side, mostly hidden. Right under the trestle this all was. The kids had to crawl up a small hill to get to it, Brad right behind Gail--and her small tight butt.\par \tab They came up to the entrance. It was dark within, damn dark. No one seemed brave enough to venture forthward inward. There was a pungent smell lingering, mixed with the creosote and river smells. \par \tab\ldblquote Anyone got a flashlight?\rdblquote asked Cal offhandedly.\par \tab\ldblquote Yeah, just a sec, lemme pull one outta my ass!\rdblquote chortled Brad.\par \tab Adam and Cal looked around, scrounging until Adam located a pack of discarded cigarettes with a small book of matches within the cellophane wrapping. Four messed up ciggys were within. The kids were not interested in the cigarettes, just the matches.\par \tab\ldblquote Hey, maybe I can do a Blue Flame and light up the whole works!\rdblquote chortled (again) Brad.\par \tab\ldblquote Blue Flame?\rdblquote inquired Gail.\par \tab The boys all knew, it wasn\rquote t a girl thing. \par \tab\ldblquote It\rquote s where a lit match is held up to a guy\rquote s asshole while he farts.\rdblquote explained the brainiac nerd slash geek Adam. Brad and Cal blushed, Gail was astonished.\par \tab\ldblquote No way!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Way,\rdblquote said Brad, \ldblquote I\rquote ve seen my bro do it all the time with his buddies.\rdblquote\par \tab Gail raised an eyebrow in awe. \rquote boys ARE weird.\rquote\par \tab With the matches they lit a stick that lit some oily funky rags. This illuminated the darkened cave of the Hobo.\par \par \tab\ldblquote They say a dead body was once here.\rdblquote chirped Adam.\par \tab\ldblquote His ghost is here.\rdblquote suggested/said Brad.\par \tab\ldblquote I don\rquote t believe in ghosts.\rdblquote said Cal.\par \tab\ldblquote Me neither.\rdblquote said Gail.\par \tab\ldblquote It\rquote s all bunk.\rdblquote popped Adam.\par \tab Brad hung back behind his friends as slowly they advanced into the dankness. Then, suddenly, he yelled, \ldblquote BOO!\rdblquote which naturally frightened them all good!\par \tab Brad chortled and chuckled. This was good. Ben and Sara jumped, too. Wendsy didn\rquote t, she had anticipated Brad\rquote s scare attempt. His friends scurried forthward into the very rear of the cave.\par \tab It was strewn with liter, debris, bed rolls, and a campfire.\par \tab Using their boy scout skills (though none of them were boy scouts) they managed to get a small fire going. With the fire now providing ample light the boys scavenged about having a close looksee. Gail remained by the fire. She was dirty, skint up, torn dress, and in loads of trouble.\par \tab The boys smirked as they found underclothes, panties and regular underwear. They found a Swiss Army knife, too. Also a syringe. They were wise enough to leave that alone. They found spent condoms and a string of beads they didn\rquote t know what was for. (Wendsy grinned inwardly to herself, she knew what they were for\'85)\par \tab There was also a carved wooden life-like schlong. Complete with testicles. Dark cherry wood, smooth with a bulbous tip, it was some seven inches long and the boys could wrap their hand around it fully.\par \tab\ldblquote What the hell\rquote s this?\rdblquote sparked Cal.\par \tab Adam didn\rquote t know either. Brad did. He shook his head, \ldblquote You guys are such dweebs. What\rquote s it LOOK like?\rdblquote he smirked. Cal and Adam looked to one another, they had no clue.\par \tab Brad shook his head, \ldblquote What a pair of dorks.\rdblquote he stroked the item, cupped the testicles, \ldblquote It\rquote s a dick, you dorks!\rdblquote the boys in question stared, then both of them got it, then blushed and were confused.\par \tab They didn\rquote t understand what it was for, why would someone create such a thing. None of the boys had a clue on that notion. They shrugged their shoulders.\par \tab Wendsy thought. She mulled. She thought some more and then\'85\par \tab\lquote It goes up between a girl\rquote s legs.\rquote\par \tab The notion was supposed to go to just the boys, and then to just ONE of the boy, Brad. But it didn\rquote t happen that way. The \ldblquote image\rdblquote of where the wooden phallic went came into all their minds, including Gail\rquote s. oh well.\par \tab It was very quiet in the cave for a moment.\par \tab\ldblquote I\rquote ll put it up mine if you\rquote ll put it up yours!\rdblquote sparked Gail suddenly.\par \tab The boys nearly lost their ability to breathe.\par \tab They choked and gagged and sputtered.\par \tab\ldblquote Holy shit!\rdblquote blurted Brad.\par \tab\lquote How about, \lquote Let\rquote s take our CLOTHES off.\rquote first.\rquote Wendsy Mindlinked to Gail. Something to break the ice. It was too cold and the river inappropriate for skinny dipping or she would have tried that instead.\par \tab Gail stood and faced her friends. They faced her. Wendsy \ldblquote heard\rdblquote in Gail\rquote s mind something of a Truth or Dare game, the boys were contemplating similar \ldblquote games\rdblquote , something to get someone else to get naked or expose themselves.\par \tab Wendsy didn\rquote t know how much time they had, so she needed to speed this up. Slowly one by one she \ldblquote calmed\rdblquote them. Just so, just gently, allowing them to be themselves and such, but gently conveying her own wishes.\par \tab\lquote Pull up your dress.\rquote Wendsy \ldblquote conveyed\rdblquote to Gail.\par \tab Gail did so. All the boys licked their lips and got wood.\par \tab\lquote Take off your shirts.\rquote Wendsy then conveyed to the boys.\par \tab Each boy stripped off his shirt, outer shirt, jacket, breaker, undershirt, sweatshirt, what have you. Nice bare chested boys. They would make a fine addition to the Family.\par \tab Nextly the boys were kicking off their shoes. Their pants came down (and off) next. They all stood in their undies. Gail removed her sweater and dress and shoes. She stood in a pair of nice typical panties. The boys stared at her, longingly.\par \tab\lquote Drop \lquote em!\rquote Wendsy conveyed to the lads.\page\tab Slowly the boys did so, lowering their typical white briefs to their ankles and then standing up. Nice. Very nice. Rock hard bones, bald balls, hairless bodies that were perfect.\par \tab\lquote Do any of you play with your self?\rquote Wendsy asked of the boys before continuing. There was silence among them for a moment, then;\par \tab Brad nodded and began doing just that, slowly stroking his young naked rock hard bone.\par \tab Adam? No.\par \tab Cal? Sometimes, he did so once and \ldblquote it went off.\rdblquote he was reluctant to do so again.\par \tab Wendsy gushed inwardly. She asked if any of them had SUCKED a dick. No, they hadn\rquote t. They hadn\rquote t taken it in the \ldblquote butt\rdblquote , either; but were slightly aware of what it meant. They were mostly na\'efve in all manners concerning SEX.\par \tab Gail finally slipped her panties down and stepped out of them. The boys dropped their mouths. \ldblquote Whoa!\rdblquote said Cal. The others were speechless. They had seen girls in bathing suits, but that was it.\par \tab\lquote Gail, turn around.\rquote\par \tab Gail complied, turning around and following thru with the other \ldblquote commands.\rdblquote\par \tab The boys watched as their friend turned about and BENT over. She caressed her ass pulling the cheeks open.\par \tab\lquote Cal, go to your knees.\rquote Calvin went to his knees, right behind Gail\rquote s ass. His companions flanked him, watching as he leaned in, closing his eyes, kissing her tush.\par \tab From her tush to her crack, licking up and down, tonguing and kissing her brown eyes. His hands were on her ass, squeezing the flesh and becoming highly aroused.\par \tab Soon Calvin was standing up. His cock was aching, Wendsy guided him thru the motions, Gail holding her cheeks and being \ldblquote calmed\rdblquote into accepting her friend\rquote s bone. Ben had a boner going himself, he lightly played with himself while he continued to watch.\par \tab Going into a virgin poop chute wasn\rquote t easy, Gail tried to be \ldblquote giving\rdblquote and willing, but she was a virgin. Cal had to just be satisfied with humping her crack, going up and down to have his aching young pud touch her pussy. He then stood off to the side to get a hand job while one of the other boys took his turn.\page\tab Brad was almost to the point of getting his cock head into Gail\rquote s hole when suddenly there was a great disturbance. It freaked the young girl out, Adam wasn\rquote t too keen on it himself. Calvin and Brad knew what it was, another choo-choo making its way across the trestle just above them. \par \tab The cave shook and was filled with cave dust.\par \tab For Wendsy, her brother interrupted, a brilliant bright light suddenly flooded the Corridor. Ben & Sara screamed. Wendsy held firm but didn\rquote t know what was happening and was a little frightened herself.\par \tab The brilliant bright light lingered for several minutes, then slowly faded. Wendsy and the two kids were temporarily blinded and disorientated. Several more lingering moments were needed before Wendsy could regain control of herself.\par \tab When she did the viewing Ovals were gone.\par \pard\kerning0\f1\fs20\par }