August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 11
Phases

Welcome to the World
	Despite the minotaurs, bull-men creatures, or whatever they were being that their bodies were too massive to make the pit, they created a great deal of terrifying ruckus. 
	“We cant stay here.” said Morgan.
	Logan understood that, but their choices were limited--there only seemed to be one way in--and the same way out.  Grasping at desperation Logan struck out along the walls to seek out a possible tunnel or something.  He was frightened, the minotaur creatures were HUGE and pissed off and very muchly could kill him--and the others.  He would have to endeavor greatly to keep his fright from being seen by the others.  He knew Morgan was scared, the kids were scared shitless.
	“Hey, what’s this?” Bud said.  The black boy was on the far side of the cave room where the strange healing powers of the pool lapped up against the wall.  Morgan kept the kids close, Bud had wondered off ‘cause he was that way.  Logan made his way and was astonished to find what appeared to be illuminated stairs!
	Natural stairs or steps cut into the side of the cave, half way up the stairs/steps had a wall on each side.  Along the risers there was illumination, there was a glow that revealed softly the steps.  The glow of light was from lichen, phosphorous moss and “critters.”
	Quickly Logan scampered up the steep steps, some fifty feet or so it made a sharp turn continuing upwards.  He heard no menacing creatures trying to get at him--he deemed it safe enough.  “Get the others.” he called to the naked black boy.

	A guesstimated 200 feet before coming to a sort of “room.”  it was small, but there was a natural rock basin containing fresh water.  There, too, were aquatic tubers, similar to kelp in the oceans.  On a dare, to himself, Logan took a bite and found nutrition!
	Morgan kept the kiddies close to her, the youngest ones anyways.  Bud and Arnold were all about walking (nude) checking the new place out.  Helga sat near Morgan, she was still in awe that Ruth Ann was alive and well, but understood the healing powers of the “goofy” pond probably had something to do with it.  Still, though, she was amazed.
	“Hey, look over here!” shouted out Bud.  He and Arnold had found yet another “natural” stairs going up.  Logan stood at the base looking up.  Something wasn’t right though.  Already they had come up quite away, they were supposed to be INSIDE a cave, it wasn’t THAT deep.  Outside, the cave was buried into a hill that was at most fifty feet.  It didn’t make sense.
	But then again, very little did.
	“Why don’t we wait here, and see if those--those things (minotaurs) go away?” quipped Morgan.
	“What?  You want to go back?” Logan quizzed her.  Back outside, home?  He could tell Morgan had actually thought it out clearly or all the way through.  She couldn’t go home, she couldn’t go back to “society” as she would either be arrested or placed in a foster home or something.  She cuddled little Karen to her, little Amy snuggled against her.  Courtney and Charlotte clung to one another with Jackie unsure as to what he should do, he was eight and wanted to be a MAN, but was terribly frightened by his experience.
	“We should probably rest here--a while.” Logan said.  Helga humped, to herself.  She was sorta so-so glad to see that Ruth Ann had not actually succumbed to Helga’s despicable desire, but then again…

	“Kinda sucks, huh?”
	Morgan sighed, she looked at him a moment then dropped her head.  Everything was so fucked up.  She didn’t care if her step-daddy was dead, she could care less.  But her Mom?  That she hadn’t planned for.  
	Beside her her step-sister lay curled up on some clothes, naked.  Amy lay curled up with Charlotte sleeping nakedly, too.  Beside them sitting up asleep was Helga.  She snored.  A time or two she woke herself asleep, wiped/rubbed her nose, farted, blinked her eyes and looked about, then went back to sleep.
	Phoebe, though a young girl yearning for adventure yearned to be back with her parents.  Though the mystical mythic creatures known as minotaurs roaming about probably had killed all the humans topside, she wanted to be there just the same.
	Ruth Ann and Arnold sat close together.  Bud sat on “lookout” at the stair that led into the new room from the pool room below.  Every so often he chucked a pebble or small crumbly rock down the steps.
	Morgan hadn’t been very talkative.  Logan didn’t blame her, her world was no longer the same.  For that matter, neither was his.  And to add, no one’s was.  Minotaurs were loose, roaming the countryside, the world.  How or why was a bit of a mystery, but…

	“Soooo, what do we do, now?”
	Logan wished he had a definitive answer for her, but he didn’t.  There was no going back, not back into the Pool room or back to the cave.  That was out.  Going up the new found stairs?  Something was wrong there, but the stairs were real.  
	Morgan sat quietly with thoughts to her own.  No one else stirred or even farted!  Presently, just as Logan was dropping off to some much needed sleep, he was disturbed by a sound.  At first he was frightened, greatly.  He quickly counted heads, everyone was present.  
	Determining what exactly the “sound” that had disturbed was difficult as it didn’t repeat.  He thought it was in his mind, or maybe something from Morgan who was curled up beside him.  He sat up and took a breath, everyone was sleeping.  Not a sound there was actually.  No snoring, whining, whimpering, or farting.
	Morgan lay on her side, her backside to him, curled up in a so-so fetal position--naked.  Just a glance to her nakedness got him hard.  He very muchly longed to stuff her, to see his cum leaking out the corners of her mouth, splattering onto her face, onto her teen tits, out of her asshole and coating her pussy.
	Slowly he found himself working his crank, sitting up with legs folded Indian style, he worked himself.  Curled up close to Morgan was the non-bio sibling, Karen.  Logan had thoughts al la sexually intended about her, too.  And about the same!  But he worried that if he DID try anything with Karen, how would Morgan be?  From what Morgan had told him, about see her step-dad jacking off onto Karen’s pussy bothered her, greatly.  So for that, Logan kept his cock-thoughts from her about Karen.  Including Amy in the no-tell was a good thing, too.
	But then again, Morgan was no saint herself--she was into boys.  She and her girlfriends were into each other.  Morgan liked sex with young boys, there was even one time Morgan had been naughty with a five year old boy--having him nude, sucking on her titties while she fondled his cock!
	Logan seriously wanted to spread his splooge onto Karen’s pussy, shoot wads of hot juicy cum onto her face and see his liquid love jutting out of her tight sphincter.  He wanted to taste her, to kiss her and suck on her cunny.  To six year old Charlotte he had the same notions and desires.  Eight year old Courtney filled his thoughts, too.
	His bone got harder and harder, his actions of jacking himself became sterner and more rampant.
	Suddenly, a noise was heard.
	He knew he heard, Morgan jumped, too; she remained sleeping, though.  Logan still couldn’t quite determine what it was that he had heard.  He strained to listen, then heard it again.  
	A voice.
	Correction, “voices”.
	It sounded like--shouting?
	Then there were sounds of--of--of…
	Of?
	Hammering.
	Like a pick axe clinking on rock.
	Morgan heard it as well and sat up.  Logan stood up, his hard schlong right at Morgan’s face.  She didn’t do anything but stood looking around, a near panic consuming her face.
	“What the fuck now?” she bitched.
	Determining what the sounds were was one thing, determining WHERE the sounds were coming from…???

	Along the far wall where the rocks seemed to segue into coarse rough rock similar to volcanic rock, there was a very narrow passage.  Very narrow.  No one of the group could squeeze through, even if they could--their body would be scraped to the bone.  Fresh air, though, came from the “very narrow passage.”  a little stale and mustiness, too.  But putting his ear into the passage the voices and clinking could be heard more distinctly.
	There were others!
	Should he say something?
	Were they human?
	It couldn’t be for certain known if the distant voices were human or “other.”  a slight fear welled up in him.  When he turned Morgan was right there, too close.  She was only trying to listen, herself.
	“I-I cant make it out.” he said, and methodically stroked his still raging boner.
	“Those creatures?” Morgan asked.
	Logan shook his head, he didn’t know, he just didn’t know.
	Morgan looked dejected, and frightened.  Logan hugged her about the shoulders, Morgan let him and embraced him.  She didn’t cry, she was all cried out.  They stood a while, holding one another--Logan’s hardness pressed up against Morgan’s body…

	What awoke he wasn’t sure, but he was glad that he did.  Never in his young life had he strove so hard to get his tired sleepy eyes open to see clearly; a few feet from him was the naked duo of Morgan and Logan; Morgan on her hands and knees, Logan behind her.  Logan’s balls slapped as he was at the apex of his sexual orgasmic fulfillment.  His hands tightly griped the girl’s ass as he reamed her good and deep.  Bud didn’t know as to what “hole” the Logan was in--not that it mattered…
	“Fuck yeah!  Oh shit yeah!” Logan busted out as his pent up cock began to spurt.  Morgan had her hand underneath fingering herself into her own orgasm.  Logan was in her ass.  The other kids began to awaken, disturbed by sex.
	One by one they watched the coupling, the boys getting “woodies”, the girls merely amused or not really paying attention.  Courtney watched, as did Helga and Phoebe.  Ruth Ann watched but the look on her face was one of--confusion?
	Charlotte, Karen, and young Amy sat quietly waking up from a good slumber, methodically fingering themselves without knowing.
	Logan finally unloaded the pent up wad, filling Morgan’s asshole to the brim, cum drenched out of her puckered sphincter, spewing back onto Logan’s cock and then trickling down her cunny.
	“God damn, that was great!” exclaimed ten year old Bud.
	“Her other two holes are just as good!” Logan snickered back.  His cock, though, wasn’t ready for the “other two holes”, he sat back stroking his steaming organ, still watching his sperm ooze out of Morgan’s asshole.
	Morgan eyed the black ten year old, her lips quivered and there was a yearning.  The yearning was conveyed to the young African-American and he came to her, his cock greeting her firstly.  
	Morgan eyed the one-eyed snake, it was sleek, kinda long(er) than most boys his age (but he was black, too…)  Slowly she began flicking her tongue about the oh so sensitive crown, diddled the piss slit, then devoured it whole.

	Helga fumed, she sat naked not too far from the others, eyeing with searing disdain as Arnold plowed into Phoebe’s ass.  The ever so smart girl with no looks and not much body grinded her face into the smooth stone of the small cave room, parting her ass and making small noises of pleasure as she was reamed.
	Helga’s cunny was drenched, sopping wet from the action--she yearned deeply to have Arnold’s cock fucking her.  And in as much as she had extreme contempt for the ultra bitch Ruth Ann, Helga harbored horrible thoughts about Arnold, maybe it was HE she wanted to have sexually tortured and not Ruth Ann!
	Eight year olds Jackie and Mark tag teamed Courtney and then double teamed her, it was fun to see the little wankers of the boys stiff as boards poking their equally young friend to their delight.  It only caused Logan to become aroused himself.  
	Bud, after getting his schlong waxed, lay between Morgan’s legs as she lay on her back.  Logan groaned silently to himself watching the boy fuck her.  He ached terribly and didn’t whether he wanted to fuck the boy’s ass or screw Morgan!
	After a time Logan checked on the youngest members of the group, Karen, Charlotte, and Amy.  Amy, already having a bond with Logan, clung to him easily, he nestled among them and had no problem getting Charlotte to play with his dick.  He avoided for a time checking Morgan to see if she had burning eyes for him…
	Despite her no-love for Ruth Ann, Helga firstly went down on the girl, everyone was nude and it was cool.  She licked and tongued the bizarre girl, nipping at her and jamming a finger into the girl’s pussy and then asshole.  She soon glided her tingling body up Ruth’s and squatted onto her face.
	“Eat me, bitch!” Helga decreed.  
	And strangely, the bizarre girl who’s mind didn’t seem to be with her, began flicking into Helga’s sensitive cunt.  This got the attention of Arnold…

	With guidance help from Logan, Arnold eased his pole into Ruth Ann’s asshole and fucked.  He didn’t understand what had happened to the girl, either.  
	Logan had to explain that he believed the girl had “uhm, gotten herself lost--perhaps fleeing from the minotaurs when she was in the park or something like (yeah, that sounds about right) and she wandered into the cave, fell into the secret pit, and then into the mysterious healing powers of the pool in the lower cave room.
	Arnold pumped into Ruth’s ass, Helga lay UNDERNEATH sucking on the girl’s pussy, then sucking on Arnold’s luscious virtually hairless testicles.  Soon her hands went from Ruth’s hips to Arnold’s ass cheeks as she devoured his balls.  Logan slowly pulled Ruth Ann off of Helga, laid her out beside and had his way with her himself.
	Arnold maintained himself straddling Helga’s face, his funky dick stiff and ready to shoot.  He lay down on Helga’s nude body and began licking out her pussy.  Helga was all kinds of elated, her pussy tingling and bucking into Arnold’s face--she was cumming!
	
“And THAT’S how they got to the forrest!”
	Scraping noises, voices that were indeterminate as to “what” they were, a sudden coldness that filled the room, and fear--mostly fear, prompted by the afore mentioned scrapings, voices, and sudden cold.
	And fear of the unknown was a great motivator, too!
	The group assembled, some dressed, some not, and with Logan leading the way, ascended the natural stairs.
	Up and up they went.
	Up more and more, turning once and leveling out for almost an hour.  The passage was sometimes narrow but mostly two-person width.  All stone and volcanic rock that had been smoothed down or worn down.  The temp varied, as well--from nipple hardening cold to exhaustive sweating hot.
	There were no more voices or scrapings.  Only the “fear of the unknown” remained a constant.
	Suddenly, though, there was fresh air.
	Fresh air!
	Pine scented air!  And more voices.
	Caution seemed to be the play, Logan had the group halt and carefully he made his way to a sudden exit.  It was out of the mouth of a cave set into a great hill.  It was dark out but there was a campfire.  And people!  His mind whirled as he didn’t know WHERE he was exactly.
	Then, a tall man loomed up out of the darkness, long hair, beard, and a stoic face.  He smiled, though, and stuck out his hand, “Hello, I’m Forrest.”

A Little Horror on the Prairie
	The girls stood staring in somewhat awe.  They watched as their Pa finished up.  He stood back nodding his head (and gouging himself).  
	“Can we spank her, Pa?” asked Mary politely.
	“Humph!” grunted/sneered Laura standing beside her, “I want to do more to her than that!”
	The Pa nodded with a twinkle in his eyes, “You can do anything you want to, Half-Pint; smack the shit out of her if you want!” he grinned and stepped up to the dangling Nellie Olson, lifted the girl’s dress and yanked down her undergarments.  
	Nellie frantically freaked out.  She was strung up with her hands tied securely above her head, stretched up to the max.  Her ankles were tied and a weight of some kind her in place.  She was suspended some mere inches off the dirt encrusted floor.  Her mouth was gagged and her pretty eyes blindfolded.  Her pretty face wrecked with tears, a little blood from the corners of her mouth where the rope cut into the skin.
	Laura quickly stepped up and landed a hard smack to Nellie’s ass.
	“THAT’S for getting me in trouble, Bitch!” Laura said with extreme disdain for the classmate.  Laura let Nellie have it again and then Mary stepped up.  Though Mary really had no problem with Nellie, it was just that Nellie bothered and upset AND got Laura into trouble.  Nellie WAS a bane to the whole school, if not the town itself!  A little bitch!
	Mary’s swat to Nellie’s bare derriere was not as harsh as Laura’s.
	The Pa pressed himself against the tormented frightened out of her wits Nellie, holding her dress up with one hand while the other worked the girl’s not-so-virgin cunny.  Nellie seriously freaked out then.
	“You know what, Pa?” Mary said.
	“What?”
	“You ought to do her--hard.” 
	The Pa smiled a cockeyed smile, he had already thought of that, he nodded and smiled at his lovely daughter (who had thought up an extreme punishment for the little bitch of Grass Creek.)

	A belt, a paddle, a 2-inch wide board, and a switch were laid out on a small table in the cellar of the Pa & Ma home.  It was not well illuminated, the temperature tolerable, and hell abound.
	So as her arms wouldn’t be stretched out of their sockets, the Bitch of Grass Creek was let down--only to be laid out on handmade table.  Her wrists and ankles still secured.  Her legs were pulled back with her naked ass right to the edge of the table.  The legs were connected via another rope, then another secured both appendages to a 100 pound farm anvil.
	She was also butt bare assed nude.
	The Pa took some time in gazing over the girl--once she had been rendered naked.  Her clothing had been shredded during the process, Mary and Laura ripped the clothing up more and then brought them to their Ma who promptly tossed the rent garments into the family fire.
	The Ma came down, along with Albert.  The Pa stood naked humping his cock as he teased the hapless Nellie.  Previously, the girls, and Albert, had walked in on the Pa getting it with the Ma.  Doing her “hard” right then and there on the family table.  Both were naked as the day they were born with the Ma cumming and being frantic about it.
	There was a little concern about being “busted”, but it was time.  She and Charles had talked about teaching their children the “facts of life.”  both already assumed the children were already somewhat involved, with themselves and possibly with each other.  Now it was the Ma and Pa’s turn!
	The Ma had cum, a great glorious orgasm.  It was the Pa’s turn and when after the kids had come on in, he slowed he progress having them three come up to watch the penetration.  Lightly he explained about Sex, procreation, and the “good feeling” of mutual love.
	There, too, was the just out and out aspect of which was fucking.
	Mary and Laura were all amazed at their Pa’s manly cock sliding in and out their Ma’s cunt.  There was a mustiness in the air, sex funk.  The Ma kept her legs back so as her children could see--Charles pulled out and languished his cock about his wife’s sopping wet musty cunt, plunged it into her asshole and pumped there for several minutes--cum oozed out of Caroline’s pussy and Charles finally got the feeling of orgasm he so sought.  He plunged his willie back into Caroline’s twat and fucked up a healthy storm.
	By the time Charles was well spent, young Albert standing by his side was creaming in his pants.  Mary and Laura were fingering themselves, too.  Charles, totally exhausted and spent collapsed into his chair, opened his legs and allowed his girls to have a nice gander.
	“Mary, get a rag and wash your Pa’s--uhm, wash his--”
	“Cock, Ma, it’s called a cock!” sprouted Laura.  Mary knew what it was, but wasn’t going to say it.  She blushed and hurriedly fished out a washcloth from the kitchen hook.
	Laura (aka Half-Pint) nestled up to her sweaty Pa’s side, giggling and being fondled at the rear.  Both watched as Mary dunked the washcloth in a bowl of water and then set about all serious like washing her Pa’s COCK.  
	Albert continued to stand by the family table with a major rail on, a huge wet spot was visible on the front of his pants.  Laura pointed it out and giggled.  Albert was a little embarrassed.
	“Why don’t you take your pants off so your Ma can wash them.” the Pa suggested.  Albert held off for a moment and then unhitched his pants and let them drop.  He wore typical underclothing and they had been “soiled”, too.

	Hs finger delved into Mary’s cunt, teasing the girl as she stood by his side, her lovely nude body was incredible--she was growing up very lovely and pleasing to the eye.
	The Pa suddenly groaned as once more his cock was firing off a round of hot spunk.  His COCK was embedded deep into Laura’s cunt, the girl sat on his lap wriggling as his massive Pa-hood fulfilled her.
	Mary caressed her younger sib’s shoulder, the Pa went from fingering his oldest’s cunt to caressing her naked ass.  Turning his head to the left, he could see in his bedroom Albert on top of Caroline, fucking hard.

	Mary’s nipples stood out erect, her Pa tweaked them and then sucked on them making them sprout even more.  The young teen girl groaned as her Pa slid his massive Pa-cock into her cunny.  Sometimes she made a frown and sometimes her whole face screwed up.  Most times, though, there was a shudder of awe as she was equally satisfied with the sex.
	Laura stood right by the table fingering herself looking onto her sister and Pa as they “did it” on the family table.  Occasionally she would look into the open bedroom of her Ma & Pa, her Ma still lay on the rustic bed with Albert still on her, still fucking (hard).
	The Pa pulled his cum squirter out, great gobs of cum were spurting out, some spewed out of Mary’s tight cunt.  The girl arched her back, she let out a very satisfying moan and had to diddle herself for some time.  The Pa emptied his splooge onto Mary’s pussy before collapsing back into his chair (again.)
	Laura took the moment to clean Mary’s cummy cunt.
	Later on in the middle of the morning Caroline was awakened by a noise.  The bed was emptied, her pussy sopping wet (still) with cum and incredible lingering orgasmic bliss.  She quickly diddled herself then wiped her pussy with a handy-dandy washcloth.  She then opened the door to the cellar.
	Charles was whipping Nellie.  The girl was once more stretched up, suspended from the ceiling.  A switch had been used earlier, marking the back of her legs, ass, and backside.  Charles’ preferred mode of discipline was the belt.  it made a more resounding sound as it smacked the bare flesh, the thighs and bare ass were his preferred target.
	Charles was naked himself and had a major rail on.  With one hand he doled out horrific punishment, with the other he stroked himself.  No one else was in the cellar.  Caroline slowly entered, being cautious not to startle or alarm her prairie husband.
	Nellie hung limply, she still breathed--she was just unconscious.
	Charles panted, whipping someone took a lot of effort.  He ripped a nasty butt blast and then pressed his manly prick against the sweating/bleeding girl’s body.  He was then aware of the presence of his wife.
	She said nothing but stood at the foot of the stairs, a slight “funk” there was lingering in the still cool air.  A single lantern had been set to give light, its illumination gave a pleasing glow to Caroline, Charles approached her, they embraced and entered into a serious “make out” kiss while standing.
	This lasted only mere moments as Charles maneuvered his sweet nude wife to the table whereupon he stuffed her cunny and fucked her (hard.)
	Meanwhile, topside, Albert had Carrie’s legs open and humped on her cunny, already there was sperm drying on the youngster’s chest, face, and cunny.  Though Albert desired strongly to penetrate the four year old’s poon, he held back--until he knew if it wouldn’t get him killed or not.
	In the bedroom loft, Mary and Laura were nude, 69ing one another.

	It was a school day the following day, the kids took the opportunity to “sleep in.”  Charles was up, though--a farmer worked everyday, ‘cept Sunday.  Caroline prepared a meal for Nellie, it couldn’t be for certain for sure if whether or not the Ma had any feelings of remorse for the hapless Bitch of Grass Creek.  
	The girl had awakened, she was still blindfolded and gagged, and strung up suspended.  She had peed and pooped.  Caroline tended to those things firstly, being a mother she was used to cleaning childrens’ accidents.  Thereafter, she fed Nellie--who at first rebuked (refused) the feeding, she cussed and thrashed about then segued into a bout of weeping and begging.
	Caroline had no patients for the girl, she smacked the girl’s ass cheek then roughly tweaked a nipple.  Nellie’s wrists and ankles were rubbed raw of skin and bleeding, Caroline smacked the girl again, tweaked hard the other nipple and then began roughly fingering the girl’s pussy.
	Well!

	Charles came into the house for breakfast, Mary and Laura were still in bed, naked and asleep.  Albert wasn’t.  Charles found Carrie in the boy’s bed, both naked.
	Albert awoke--with the possible alertness that “someone” was too close in his space.  He was startled to see his Pa, naked and jacking off.  Albert sat up in his bed, his teen pud coming to some life.  His Pa didn’t seem pissed off or anything, Albert sorta had the notion that if was allowed to screw his sisters (Mary & Laura), as well as put it to his own Ma, fooling around with little Carrie shouldn’t be too awfully bad.  Besides, it was the Pa who had out and out kidnapped Nellie, strung her up in the cellar and beat the tar out of her--along with fucking her until she passed out!
	Charles knelt down and opened Carrie’s ass, she was laying on her stomach.  Lightly he fingered the girl’s poop chute, checking for the validity of virginity.  Albert had only applied his tongue and finger to the girl’s four year old hole, and just a poke a time or two with his dick.
	Finding Carrie virginal, Charles raised the girl’s hips and peered at her cunny.  It was virginal, too--laden with drying cum, but virginal.  The Pa gave his son a subtle head nod, Albert eased out of the bed without awakening the young one, Charles guided the boy to Carrie’s bed across the small room--and positioned him to his knees.  Albert HAD sucked cock before, a friends--a very GOOD friend, and took to his Pa’s member willingly.  Charles pumped into Albert’s mouth and heard the distinctive sounds of his girls in the loft stirring.

	When his manly penis was stiff and hard, and well slickered up, Charles pulled out of his son’s mouth, humped the boy’s face and then guided him onto Carrie’s bed, with his knees still on the floor.  
	Albert knew what was cumming--he parted a cheek and pressed his cock against the side of the bed and soon there was butt fucking to be had.  Albert had, too, taken dick to his ass as well as sodomizing himself with broom handles, elongated bottle necks, and even marbles!
	Charles fully inserted himself into the boy’s hole, one hand on his cock, the other on the boy’s hip.  Albert grunted, groaned and never had such a butt humping.  He lay across the sheets of his little sister’s bed and endured the mighty Pa-cock.

	The Pa, with his saucey Pa-cock leaned against the wall facing out into the main room, Albert still on Carrie’s bed fingering his well fucked fuck hole, humping Carrie’s bed.  Mary began descending the stairs, naked.  Her Pa looked up to her with a broad smile.  His flaccid prick quickly became quite erect.  Laura soon followed and she, too, butt bare assed nude.
	Charles hugged his daughters, he caressed them in a grooming sort of manner, Mary blushing as her Pa’s cock was mighty stiff (a little gamey, but otherwise…)
	Caroline came up from the cellar, on the table was naked Mary getting well fucked by Charles.  Naked Laura standing beside them fingering her naked cunny.  “Do you want breakfast?” Caroline asked with an air of jest.
	Charles pumped his daughter, pulled out and humped on the girl’s sopping wet cunny, then plunged back in to continue.  He nodded his head that “breakfast would be fine.”  (he was already having dessert)
	Albert finally emerged, bits of cum dripping from his cock.  He came up to Laura’s side, he eyed as his Pa fucked Mary, checked Laura slightly, then eyed his Ma as she fussed about prepping breakfast.
	Little Carrie came toddling out, naked.
	The Ma turned to the family, “Would one of you go to the barn and get some eggs.”
	Albert nodded, “I’ll do it, Ma.” he always liked helping out his Ma--in more ways than one…
	“Take Carrie with you, take her to the outhouse first.”
	And Albert was only too happy to oblige there…

	In the outhouse Albert sat Carrie on the seat and she quickly began to pee.  Albert stuffed her mouth with his aching cock.  He really wanted to be in the house, to be stuffing one of his other sisters--or his MA!  But Carrie’s mouth sufficed and he quickly jacked off into her.
	A moment or so later and he was pissing on the girl, peeing on her belly and pussy.  When done, he popped himself back into her mouth.  He couldn’t get hard and he knew he had to get to the barn to get the eggs.  He carried Carrie and hustled on with the chore.
	In the house, Charles had to take a break, sitting in his chair while Laura sat on Mary’s face and licked clean Mary’s cunt.  Mary licked on Laura’s cunt, squeezing Laura’s ass as she did so.  Albert returned moments before his Ma went to look for him.  Carrie ran to her Pa’s lap and they snuggled--Carrie farted.  Albert delivered the eggs and hugged his clothed Ma.  Albert then turned his attention to Laura’s ass.  He stood behind checking the ass out, Mary was grinning and had a gleam in her eyes, she parted Laura’s ass and Albert happily began poking Laura’s asshole.

	The rest of the day went as usual normal--that is to say the family dressed and did their chores.  Mary and Laura helped their Ma, Albert helped his Pa.  At noon the family reassembled for lunch, afterwards they took some time to have their fun with their captive in the cellar.
	Laura took a paddle to the unfortunate girl, when her (Nellie) ass were bright red--and Laura’s arm tired out, she quit.  Mary took the 2-inch wide board and smacked Nellie’s pussy.
	The girl then was taken down, cleaned up by the Ma and then Albert took his cock to the girl; first fucking her cunny, then pumping between her titties before peeing onto the girl’s face.
	Mary took another turn, straddling the girl’s face and farting right onto Nellie’s face before releasing her bladder.  Albert was hard enough and took pleasure with sliding his cock into Mary’s asshole.  When he came minutes later Nellie was forced to lick Mary’s asshole clean.
	Laura wanted to do the same, Albert’s schlong was out of commission, so it was the Pa who did the deed; Laura straddled Nellie’s face, her pussy right on Nellie’s mouth.  Charles entered his young daughter and sodomized her to his delight.  When he came his cock was nearly shot out of the tight hole.  A great gob of man spunk there was and Nellie had to lick every bit of it--as well as suck on Charles’ sweaty hairy balls.

	That evening just after the evening meal and a sex session al la family style, there was a knock to the door.  Charles grabbed a handy robe and wrapped himself, although his Pa-cock stuck out some.  At the door was Nells, Nells Olson--husband of the Queen Bitch of Grass Valley and father of the Queen Bitch’s Queen Bitch in training daughter in the cellar!
	The man was out looking for his missing child.  He was worried about her as she had been gone some time and…
	And his concern was disturbed by the sudden presence of Caroline and Albert emerging from the bedroom--naked, with cum dripping from Albert’s cock.  Nells stood at the door, Charles partially had used his body to block anyone from casting eyes into the house.
	Nells shut up.  His face went pasty white, eyes glued to Caroline (or maybe the nude cum dripping Albert!)  his mouth twitched and he was very stunned.  He soon began blinking his eyes coming around.
	Charles noted that a bulge there was, too, in Nells’ trousers.
	“Uhm, wont you come in?” Charles offered.
	Caroline was at first a little shocked and dismayed.  It was also so noted that she hadn’t bothered to dash back into her bedroom or fetch anything to conceal her blatant nudity.
	“Caroline,” Charles said, “have you seen Nellie anytime or anywhere?”  
	Caroline shook her head, “no.”
	“Albert?” he asked.
	Albert shook his head as he stood butt naked beside his naked Ma.
	“Girls?” he called up to the loft where Mary and Laura were doing naughty things with Carrie.
	“Yes, Pa?” returned Mary.
	The question was repeated once more.	
	And once more the answer was supplied, “No.”
	Nells was satisfied, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of the nude Caroline or Albert.
	Then Mary made her way down the ladder.
	It looked as if though Nells would faint.  Mary was very pleasing to the eye--very pleasing.  And there was something to say about pleasing to the cock, too!
	Laura didn’t climb down but sat on the loft floor at the top of the ladder, it was only evident that she, as well as the others, was nude.
	Nells was sweating.
	A small “wet” spot had appeared on his dark brown trousers.
	“Wont you join us, Mr. Olson?” perked up the nice voice of Caroline.
*

	Caroline frigged her cunny as she laid out on the family table.  Mary had come up to the stunned Nells Olson and fished about fondling his man thing, Nells grinned nervously and put an arm about the teen; Mary then undone Mr. O’s trousers and fished out his man thing, working it in her hand before easing to her knees. 
	Laura slowly came down the ladder, bringing the naked Carrie with her.  Nells looked to them--his mind was somewhat preoccupied with the Mary sucking on his bone.  Laura smiled to him and surreptitiously opened Carrie’s legs as the came to sit on the bottom rung of the ladder.  Nells pumped into Mary’s mouth a little more sternly.
	Mary musta know’d when the cock in her mouth was about to spurt, she stopped and placed herself onto the table, then laid out opening her legs.  Nells watched her, checked Laura and Carrie, then careened his head to see Albert stuffing Caroline again.  Charles smiled and grinned to the congenial man and took a stance at the table, gliding his cock into Mary’s willing cunt.
	…and moments later he creamed.
	He made a very satisfying orgasmic groan, fully ejaculating his cum into the girl’s poon.  When he looked over his shoulder, Laura and Carrie were sucking on Charles’ schlong!

	Nells O boffed Caroline, a long hard enduring fuck, a secret desire he had long held since the prairie woman had come to town.  They firstly enjoyed Missionary, but then as Nells’ schlong did not limp out after succumbing to a fantastic orgasm, Caroline rolled him off of her, toyed with his prick and mounted him.  
	In the outer room, Charles humped on Carrie’s young tender cunt, when he emptied himself onto her, it was Laura who licked the cunny clean, she sucked on her Pa’s gamey cum squirter, too.  All the while Albert and Mary fucked on the table, doggie-styled on the floor, then 69ed…

	Laura sat on the table, diddling herself and be oh so giddy; with her twin pig tails of medium brown, her sweet “I’m so innocent” face and general appeal--she was a gleam to Nells who finally emerged from the bedroom.  His willy dangled and dripped cum.  Caroline lay on the bed not stirring-fucked out.
	When Nells rested his eyes on the lovely young lass (Laura), his cock suddenly returned to life again!  He stroked it, pressed his fingers just under the sac and looked “anxious?”  
	Mary groaned and moaned as her Pa drilled her from behind, all the while the girl’s mouth was filled with her brother’s cock.  Laura smiled and could illuminate the room with her glow.  For her young age, eleven, she was a charmer and had some small mounds.  She lay out on the table, legs open, fingering her virtually hairless pussy.
	Nells a swath of sweat and loss of energy stood bracing against the doorjam of Charles and Caroline’s bedroom.  He lingered a minute before finally finding some strength in his legs and moving to the table.
	Nells liked Laura.  A lot.  He liked Mary and Carrie, too; and Albert, Caroline, and Charles.  But it was Laura who despite the mistreatment from Nellie that continued to be nice to him.  Nells did not have an overly good relationship with his children, or his wife for that matter.  He was bullied and overruled on just about everything.  With Laura, she was the bright spot in his life, cheerful and offering kind words as well as appreciation.
	His manly pulsing cock resting against the girl’s pussy, he had never really thought of the girl in a sexual way--to see her naked or have her as she was--naked and willing to take him on.  Furrows came across his forehead as he was in deep thoughts about the matter.
	…then Laura took his manhood and guided it in.

The Witching Hour
	How it came about was not clear--the two spies taking all that occurred at the Ma & Pa house on the prairie had gotten tired, hungry, a little bored, and ached to join in.  Not sure whether they should or not they scurried back to their encampment and relieved themselves of their wants--having some late-late night dinner and then boffing some of the group members.
	Then, it was back to the little house by Peach Creek to continue spying.  
	They found in the main bedroom Caroline on her stomach as she lay across her bed and Nells Olson spanking her.  He firstly used his bare hands until the sting of the spanking got to him, then he went for the offered school-type diciplinaring paddle.
	Caroline wriggled and jiggled as she was spanked, her pussy ached and demanded attention but Charles held her hands as his cock stuffed her mouth.  When Nells finally had had enough--he came up to Caroline’s ass and humped the cheeks with his funky cock.
	A few slaps against the searing skin and then he plunged near effortlessly into the woman’s poop chute.  He plunged in and began to pump almost immediately.  A dream cum true--butt fucking Caroline!
	It was an orgy fest!  Nells pumped his fill, staying so in Caroline’s hole.  He pumped and ejaculated a great deal--yielding to the delights of his fantasies.  He let a terrific satisfying “Ahhhhhh”.  When he cock finally pulled out a little more ejaculate spilled onto the woman’s still reddened ass.  He humped the crack of the ass as he “calmed” down from the intense session, noting that Charles had just cum into his wife’s mouth.
	Caroline rolled over, hoping that Nells would stuff her cunny.
	But Nells sat on the side of the bed recovering.
	“Albert!” called out Charles.
	“Yes, Pa?” said the boy almost immediately appearing at the door.
	“Yer Ma needs a little satisfying.” 
	Albert grinned and came to his parents’ bed, his willy only slightly stiff, drips of cum spilling out of the piss slit.  He was about all fucked out himself and as he came to mount his Ma, Caroline opened her legs and invited her son in.
	They fucked slow.  Nells eyes were locked onto the boy’s humping ass.  Charles called for Mary, she came quickly and settled onto the bed.  Laura followed, whispering that Carrie was in her bed asleep.  The eleven year old then put herself onto her Pa’s lap and watched her brother and mother fuck.

	All the fucking Albert did did little to awaken Nells’ cock.  He humped it, humped it, humped it (with his hand) but to no avial.  The spirit was willing but the body was worn to a frazzle!  Albert finished up with a mighty final cum squirt.  It was clear liquid--the bottom of the nuggets kind of cum.  His eyes fluttered and he gave his all before virtually passing out.  He rolled to the floor and couldn’t move.  
	Caroline frigged her cunny as it was still unyet satisfied.
	Nells suddenly found himself fingering the woman’s pussy--he then found himself straddling Albert’s chest, his balls against the boy’s face/mouth--his own mouth against Caroline’s cum drenched cunny!
	It was soon Mary’s turn--to have her tender teenage ass beaten.  Nells had licked and sucked on Caroline’s cunny for several minutes before his cock was indeed finally back to full mast.  He mounted the woman and fucked for several long enduring minutes.
	Whether or not he, too, had clear sticky goo from all his enduring  orgasming was not clear; when his prick finally popped out of the woman not his wife there was nothing dripping or oozing--’cept from Caroline’s blissfully orgasming cunny!
	Nells was fired up, though; and with Mary laying right across the bed in a slight slumber, Nells rubbed her ass--first with his stiff prick, then his hand, then his mouth.  Mary raised her hips up, parted a cheek and Nells O licked the girl’s crack, hole, and furry young cunt.
	This only led to spanking.
	Mary’s mouth latched onto her Pa’s cock and her cries of anguish were muffled.  Nells seemed almost enraged as he spanked, he had rather actually smack his missing daughter Nellie’s ass…

	It was midnight, “goodnights” were said, handshakes, kisses, hugs, and light fondlings as Mr. Olson departed the prairie home headed to his own.  He went out naked, carrying his clothes.  After several minutes of spanking Mary he stuffed the teen’s backdoor and fucked her until the veins in his brow nearly burst.  Sitting back he stared at the girl’s asshole, his cum squirting out of it as it closed shut.
	To Laura’s ass he spanked a session, too--as well as sank his cock into, but by then it was well worn out and could only manage a partial penetration and somewhat lackluster pump.  But Laura was okay with it, there would be other days--fresher days.
	While Mary washed clean Mr. Olson’s schlong, the man licked out the youngest member of the house--Charles held Carrie, she had wet the bed and had woken up--after the fact.  After being brought into the main room by Albert, cleaned off by Laura, Charles saw his friend sprouting a new hard-on.  Though diabolical as it was, morals and illictiness and all, Nells readily and willingly tongued the four year old.  Mary worked the man’s cock, cleaned it with a washrag and then sucked it until he jutted another load of hot spunk down her throat.

	“You didn’t tell him about Nellie.” it was more of a statement of curiosity than anything else.  
	Charles washed himself off, standing at the fireplace.  The kids had all gone to bed, the clock on the mantelpiece showed 1:15 AM.  In just a few hours they would be all gussied up and headed for church!  Would Nells be there?  Busybody Bitch Queen Harriet?  
	Charles shook his head, he would have to get into conversation(s) with Nells, to feel him out to see how he would respond if he found Nellie in such a predicament as she was currently.
	“A wise idea.” Caroline concluded.
	The two washed up, themselves and each other, snuffed out the lights and went to bed.

Funny you should mention “snuffed”
	Nellie wriggled and wriggled; fussed and fussed as Caroline squatted on the wretched girl.  She had already been whipped, spanked, and tortured by Charles tweaking the girl’s nipples nearly off their mounds.  Caroline had smacked the young girl’s cunny with the 2-inch board before she was laid out on the table in the cellar.  
	The kiddies of the house were “out.”  Where was no known, but they were just “out.”  Caroline seemed to be on a rant of some kind, unknown reason.  She smacked Nellie’s inner thighs as she herself settled onto the girl’s face.  Charles who stood behind held the girl’s face sternly and strongly, forcing her to “lick” the crack.
	The poor unfortunate girl had little choice, none actually.  Her tongue slipped out and licked the woman’s ass crack, she was no longer blindfolded or gagged--her fate was well sealed in advance (but not actually thought of in that respect.)  Suddenly, as Charles held Nellie’s head still, he saw something of his wife that was a little--uhm, shall we say--gross?
	A small brown loaf (turd/poop/brown sausage/anal apple/black banana) began emerging from Caroline’s anal exit.  She strained as she pushed out the offensive matter, then she farted and several inches of bum fudge eased out of her hole and onto Nellie’s terrified face.  
	Another one followed.
	Caroline then urinated.
	Charles seemed amazed at his wife’s business.  He then used some of Nellie’s hair to wipe his wife’s dirt chute.  Nellie was seriously freaking out.  Caroline was out of breath at her hellish dooty.  She ripped another ripe butt blast, then pushed her ass(hole) down onto Nellie’s nose.  Charles held the girl still, forcing her to get her nose into Caroline’s shitter.
	
	Caroline soon nestled her pussy onto Nellie’s face, she peed and then made Nellie lick her out.  Nellie freaked, licked, and whimpered.  Charles mounted her and fucked her as hard as he could.  The moment seemed to be so intense that Charles and Caroline embraced one another, kissing, grouping, and continuing their business on top of the unfortunate Nellie Olson.
	Many minutes passed, Caroline had completed pooping and peeing on Nellie, Charles had blasted a massive orgasm.  Nellie, though, didn’t move.  To their horror, Nellie had expired!

	Charles had to calm his wife down as she began to get somewhat hysterical.  And after a few moments or so he had come up with a plan.  It would have to be done at night, though--to ensure no one would chance upon seeing him.  Meanwhile, they left the girl on the table and went to the barn to bathe.  Caroline’s mood had plummeted; she was dreadfully sorry for what had happened.  She had planned on “snuffing” the child’s life away, not in the many that had happened anyways.
	Their own kids come home that early afternoon, for lunch.  No one ventured into the cellar, no one asked about Nellie.  Charles and Caroline didn’t venture to tell them that Nellie had died.  There was a noticeable change in the parental units--they seemed extraordinarily quiet.
	After lunch Willie helped his Pa with the constructing of a new outhouse a few yards from the old/original one.  It took the rest of the day.  At dark the family assembled for the evening meal, then…
	Mary and Laura did their homework and yapped.  Albert took Carrie to the barn to bathe her.  Caroline cleaned the kitchen, Charles…Charles busied himself outside (in the dark.)
	An hour after the kiddies all went to bed, Charles carried the lifeless body of Nellie Miranda Olson out of the cellar and out to the dismantled shit house.  Her young body was beginning to stiffen, but he bent her like a shotgun and dropped her into the open pit of poop house.  Then, with lye and other narly chemicals that helped in the digestion of “waste” materials in the shit house, the deed was done.
	A few shovelfulls of dirt actually completed the deed.  Charles urinated on the mound as well as unloaded his bowels.  It would keep animals from digging.  More dirt was laid later on as well as the remains of the outhouse construct.  The deed was done.  No one further inquired about Nellie and it was assumed she “ran off”.  
	Nells returned to the little home by Peach Creek; he took his pleasures with the girls (all of them), Caroline and Albert, too.  Charles never brought up Nellie or inquired politely if Nells would have likened to have disciplined her as well as “other.”
	Jake/John/Mike left the “little house by the creek” and when the next phase shift came along, took the opportunity to move on.

A doinking here, a doinking there, let’s all eat our underwear!
	Voices, scrapings, strange creatures?  It was amusing but true, the tale the kids told seemed unbelievable--but the wild trip Forrest had been on had also been unbelievable.  Minotaurs?  He believed it, there had been a couple of strange creatures he had seen, too.
	For Forrest, his group was increasing exponentially:
	From the original group there was his ever steadfast boon companion, Austin.  Jamie, Holly, Annie, Dustin and Willy came along nextly after Forrest and Austin had come into the new world phenomenon.  Jennifer came along thereafter from some horrible personal experience and then a lovely trip thru a swamp.
	Then there was the group of Donna and her sisters Jodie and Nicelle with Scott the pervert joining them.
	Megan and Ryan came along then as well as little Kellie of whom Dustin had found.
	Then, from up out of the ground, Morgan and Logan with Karen, Charlotte, Jackie, Courtney, Amy, Mark, Arnold, Helga, Phoebe, Ruth Ann and Bud.
	That’s 24 peoples!  Not including Forrest!
	And naturally, there were more to come.
	Naturally!

	The newest new group, though, blended well enough into Forrest’s group, he moved them all from the cave-hole they had come up out of and posted a “watch” over the hole:  for to listen for the sounds described and to see if anyone ELSE would come up OR any sign of impending visit(s) by wandering minotaurs.
	Wit so many mouths to feed, and more to come, keeping food supplies was a daily chore.  Mostly the boys fished or hunted, the girls kept the little ones entertained and out of as much trouble as possible and kept the new home they had come to, a rinky-dink cabin.  A real fixer upper but it could (and would) be done.
More Cummers
	The new group mingled in with the old, Helga still pissed at Arnold and Ruth Ann hitting it off so well again found pleasure (al la sexual) with Dustin and Willy, mostly Willy (of the old group.)  Dustin was fourteen and Willy a year younger.  Both ploughed into Helga firm young body, sometimes at the same time!  Helga liked that--a lot!
	Bud found joy with Jamie and Holly, both girls were a little curious about making it (fucking) with a black boy.  Annie joined in a few times but sought her pleasures with Arnold and Logan!  Jennifer enjoyed Logan and Scott.  And the rest, well, everyone enjoyed everyone basically.
	The cabin.
	It wasn’t much, really.  It needed a hell of a lot of help, more than Tender Loving Care.  But, with little choice of living arrangements, the group made do and within days the cabin was livable.
	Most of the boys, the older ones anyways, were the “providers”; hunting and fishing.  The girls tended to the housekeeping chores, mostly in construction and making good beds, clothes (when worn) and the meals.  Yeah, it’s sexist.  Live with it.
	Forrest kept a careful watch on the “hole”.  The entrance was guarded or at least watched over to at length Forrest set up an alarm system--using empty cans and a other noise makers to signal when someone--something came traipsing out.
	And something did.
	About a week or so after Logan and Morgan had emerged.  Forrest was whittling spears listening to the slumbering sounds of his growing family, fartings and wheezings and so on.  Suddenly his attention was diverted to the telltale sound of the Alarm going off.
	Gently he awoke Dustin and Logan, they grabbed various weaponry--stun guns and spears.  They struck off in the dead of night leaving the oldest girls dousing all light sources and prepping for an emergency move-out should it be necessary.
	It wasn’t.
	With his eyes adjusted to the sheer darkness and his ears hearing human voices of fright and urgency, it was determined more New Comers had come.
	Just four.
	Teenagers at that!  Imagine!
The Color Purple
	Two boys and a two girls.  They were clothed but their clothes were a little torn and rent, so was the hands, faces, knees, etc.  Traversing the narrow passages of an underground volcano was a little rough on tender human skin.  
	“Anything chasing you?” Forrest asked.
	The three looked in wonderment, shook their heads, No.
	But, they had HEARD of strange sounds, creature like but they never saw it--or them.  The newbies were a little frightened, but not overly so.  They understood that they were lost and the concept of emerging into a parallel universe was actually acceptable.
	The girls, Jazmine and Samantha were kinda pretty, Jazmine especially.  Samantha looked a little odd, kinda gothic but not extreme.  The boys--geeks.  One of the boys, Danny, was the brother of the pretty girl.  The other was a gadget boy, an African-American with glasses, a raspberry beret, quirky looks, and a head for gadgets.
	As Danny reached out his hand to shake Forrest and greet the other two with him, Danny tripped over a large tree limb.  Danny was a clutz, among other things.
	His sister was hot.  HOT!  She wore a cheerleader outfit, and it was mostly torn and rent.  She was very pretty and Forrest could just barely see the fact that the middle aged teen had sprouting nipples!
	The other girl, Samantha, was reserved.  She was smart, very smart, but also reserved--very reserved.  She had rich parents but didn’t let anyone know of it.  Her gothic appearance was due in part to her attire:  a leather jacket that was some sizes too small, a short leather-ish skirt, knee high socks, black dress shoes with purple shoestrings--and speaking of purple--
	The skirt, the socks, hair braids, HAIR, choker, watch, blouse--all were purple.  
	(what about her underwear?)
	(we’ll get to that…)

	The actual “coming to grips” with the new world concept would still take a little doing, a little time.  But in the new world--that’s all there was--time.  The weather was good, but beginning to chill.  The “time” of daylight and nighttime didn’t alter, though; there were twelve hours of daylight and twelve hours of night.  There were two hours at each interval segueing into the scheme (twilight/dusk/dawn/evening shades, etc.)
	The new group was escorted to the cabin; some members of Forrest’s group were awake--for the need of bathroom needs as well as horny needs.  It was only obvious as Scott tagged Jodie under the covers--it could be well discerned that Jodie was a young teenage girl, and Scott was a tall teenage horndog.
	Jazz and Samantha raised eyebrows and had quivering lip corners.  Not of concern or anything of that sort, but whimsical “ah” al la devilish intrigue. 
	Mark and Courtney were holding hands as they came nakedly back into the cabin from the outhouse a few yards away.  They stood staring at the new group.  Some one farted and the girls giggled.
	Scott’s balls began to slap against Jodie’s ass, the girl made moaning-groaning sounds, pleasing grunts as Scott though pounding her from behind was indeed fucking her pussy.
	“I think we’ll fit right in.” giggled Jazz.  It was supposed to be a hushed whisper but Forrest heard.  Indeed, the new group WOULD make a fine addition.

*

	As far as friends went, none were better than Tucker Germaine and Samantha Mahann were it.  Samantha Danny hadn’t known all that long, actually only a year and a half or so.  Tucker he had known a year longer.  Together they were fast-fast friends.  Samantha was a little weird, dressed a little “differently” than other kids.  She was “socially challenged” and she seemed to like it that way.  She was good in her classes, though, and a solid friend.
	Tucker G (Tuck to his friends) was a gadget hound, he was smart but not too street smart and usually got into trouble when he tried.  He was in some respects too smart for his own good--he had the knowledge to create devices, gadgets, goofy useless things, goofy things no one knew what to do with, and so on.  But he was an okay guy to have around just the same.
	And then there was Danny.  He was quirky, a little odd, socially challenged, almost academically challenged, and a clutz.  He was clumsy and almost whimpish.  He had an older sister, Jazmine, she was the exact opposite of Danny--she was very popular with her peers (and other groups as well (more on that later…)
	Now, Danny and Jazz’s parents were--a bit strange, too.  Both were--uhm, let’s just say peculiar; inventors.  Mostly it was the Dad, “Jack” who was the inventor, the Mother just went along and helped her husband out--usually she was a Test Subject!
	Anyways, Jack Phanton was an inventor, too.  His devices, gadgets, wuzzles and what-have-yous were more in line of actual use to the public.  Mostly Jack’s inventions were made for governments--national and other.  Currently, Jack was creating gadgets that would counteract the mind altering devices.   Hmmmm

	Now, as it happened, Danny, on encouragement from pal Tuck, had a “gadget”.  As to what exactly it did was the thing.  Danny’s Dad had LOTS of gadgets in his laboratory--which was right under their house.  How con-veeeeen-ient!
	Tuck always wanted to get into Danny’s Dad’s laboratory, but as fast as their friendship was, it was the one thing Danny had to deny his best bud.  But, it didn’t prevent him from occasionally coming away with a harmless gadget or two--for Show & Tell (one on one with Tucker, naturally!)
	It had been a busy day, school and trying to have a social life before high school and all.  The business of the world going to Hell in a Handbasket all around them, students having rampant sex except for Danny and Tucker of course.  And they both assumed Samantha was a virgin.
	Neither spoke of such things in regards to Samantha.  They didn’t really consider her a “girl.”  Nor did they consider her a “possibility” for a score.  She was a friend, pure and simple.
	Anyways, it had been a busy day and little time for shenanigans, or Show & Tell.  But after 6th period the boys met up to have time to themselves, they had 7th period free--supposedly designated for Studying at school but the heck with that!
	They met in the back area of the gymnasium where defunct equipment and stands were kept.  Danny whipped out the latest gadget acquired from his Dad’s oh so secret lab for Tucker’s approval.  The boy took the object, “What the hell is it?” he asked.
	Sadly, Danny had no clue.
	Tucker examined the object, it was square being some five inches wide and six long.  At one end, presumably the top/front there was a upraised dial.  The dial was blackfaced crystal that ony by direct eye-to-eye could minute mini-dials and lights, and such like a regular watch or some other sort of timepiece would have.
	“What does it do?”
	Again, Danny shrugged.  He didn’t share the gene that his Dad had, he didn’t have the Smarts or Ingenuity, he was a “C” average student and could count himself lucky for that!
	“Danny?  Tucker?” Samantha!
	The strange girl whose primary color scheme was purple had come looking for them.
	There was little time, she had little patience and if she didn’t see the boys in like mere seconds she would leave to seek them somewhere else, or simply go home.
	“Right here!” chimed out Danny in a sort of squeaky “going thru the phase” voice.
	Danny stepped out to greet the quirky girl, she was at the double doors across a smaller court from the main.  
	“Where have you two been?” she started in, “What have you been doing?” asking nosey questions was her thing.  Without waiting she went on, “Are we going to the Cineplex or not?”
	“Oh crap, I forgot about that!” exclaimed Danny.  Sam gave him the eye of disapproval, “You’d forget your own head if it wasn’t--”
	Danny nodded, “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” then, “Okay I got to--” he stopped.  Something was wrong, with Sam.  She had not only stopped talking (which was a phenomenon in itself) but was still, motionless.
	“Hey, Danny,” called out Tucker from still hidden in the unused stands, “I pressed something and it came on!”
	“Oh shit!”

	Sam seemed--mummified.  Or worse.  She still breath, but her eyes were blank and non-blinking.  Danny waved his hand before her eyes and then brought his hand up to her face as if to punch her.  Sam was not athletic but she knew defensive moves and was in fact a karate student.
	“What did you do!?” said a frantic Danny.
	Tucker seldom got “emotional”, ‘cept when his life was on the line.  He shrugged and gave the gadget back to his friend,
	“Which button did you push?”
	Tucker wasn’t sure, he had just been examining it and pressed one of the buttons along the side he didn’t know was there--secret buttons could be felt just inside the skin of the gadget.
	“This thing comes with instructions?” Tucker asked.
	Danny didn’t know, he nodded and hoped there was.  He would hate to have to ask his Dad--he would be in SOOOOOOOO much trouble.
	“I’ll be right back!” Danny said in a high screeched voice.
	“What do I do in the meantime?”
	Danny was already halfway across the court, “Keep her out of sight!” the double doors slammed and Tuck was alone with a stunned Sam.
	What was there to do?

	Keeping Samantha out of sight was the first trick.  Tuck found that he could move the girl, walk her into the shadows behind the unused bleacher stands and other useless equipment.  After that, nothing.  There were students in the shower/locker rooms, but it was the middle of the week and not a lot of activity in the smaller gym.  So it was just Tuck and Sam…
	Tuck did as Danny did, waving his hand before Sam’s purple eyes.  He had never been alone with the girl, and never so close.  They were friends and Tuck had never--never--never ever thought of Sam in any sexual way.
	Not until…
	After waving his hand before her eyes, he stood right in front of her and stuck out his tongue, made a face, then lightly brushed his hand up against her stomach.
	It was a beginning.
	He held his own breath and lightly ever so lightly brushed his hand up against the right breast--but moved his hand on up as if he were making a wide swing to adjust his beret.
	No reaction from Sam.
	Purple lips, purple streaks in her very silky dark hair, even purple eyes!  (contact lenses the color of purple)  Dark gothic shoes with purple laces, purple knee socks.  Her watch’s band and face were purple.  Purple hair braids, earrings, and skirt, blouse--every day!
	Purple.  Her color was purple.  Tuck had to wonder, was she wearing possibly purple underwear?  He didn’t think of such things, not normally--not in regards to Samantha.  He thought of OTHER girls, including Danny’s sister, Jazmine.  She was HOT!  He watched her at her school (and Danny’s home) when she did her cheers for her cheerleading squad.  Tucker had first masturbated thinking of Jazz.
	But he knew he’d never get anywhere with Jazz.  But he thought that of Samantha, too.  He had just never thought of Sam in that way, naked, or in her underwear.
	Holding his breath he brushed his hand against her breast again, the other one.  Watching her face earnestly for any sign that his death was eminent--he saw no change whatsoever.
	Licking his lips he took another chance and brushed his hand against her other breast, but let the “pressing” be a little more pressing.  Sam remain emotionless.
	Tuck found a boner in his brown cords, he was sweating and his mind began to whirl in an uncontrollable tailspin.  What he was thinking he couldn’t do.  He couldn’t.  He shouldn’t!
	With trembling fingers he did.  He raised Sam’s short black/purplish leather skirt.  It was too dark, though, to really tell the color of her underwear--at least from Tuck’s standing position.  He had to kneel down.
	So he did.
	Purple panties.
	He didn’t understand or know what “type/style” of underwear girls wore, they were just panties.  Boys wore “drawers” or shorts, or underwear.  Girls wore panties.
	The panties (purple) were tight to the girl’s body.  Tucker was having difficulties breathing.  More difficulties concentrating!  There was a thought burgeoning its way to the front of his mind.  
	He couldn’t!
	He shouldn’t!
	But he did…
	Lightly--ever so lightly Tucker G brushed his hand up against Sam’s crotch.  Not a real big deal, but to Tucker it was.  He had seen wee little girls naked or in their underwear (panties), but really didn’t pay them a great deal of attention--he wasn’t into wee little girls.
	His heart pounded hard in his chest, his stomach churned and he felt a little dizzy.  Slowly he careened his head around and very gently ever so gently pulled Sam’s panties down at the rear, exposing her right butt cheek.  He had always thought that girls wearing such short skirts it would be easier to get a “panty shot”--but he was wrong.
	Ass flesh.  Bare ass flesh.  SAM’S bare ass flesh.  Tuck cold hardly breath, barely think, but he WAS cumming!  
	Hearing a noise he stood up in a near panic.
	Just some students, they mingled for a moment and then left.
	Tuck leaned against the stands rubbing himself, gulping for air.  He was no longer in control of himself--out of his brown corduroys he pulled his pud--he then pulled it a few times before taking Sam’s hand to do likewise.
	Samantha STILL didn’t bat an eye, OR squeeze his dick off.  With his hand wrapped about hers, Tuck had her masturbate him.  With a free hand he slipped it down inside Sam’s panties and squeezed bare ass flesh.  There was the sudden erupting notion that startled him and alarmed him.
	He pulled back blinking his eyes.  There was an invading image in his mind, taking Sam’s clothes off, laying her out on the floor and--and--and fucking her!
	Somehow he managed to hold and settled for just masturbating, jacking off until Danny returned.