August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 17
Clusterfuck

Uncertain Certainties
	Everyday she was getting better, every day she let out a little more of her story as she got to know those who were caring for her--despite the fact that they had no “fur.”  
	The furless ones had readily adopted Merrill, and she them.  The furless kids had no qualms whatsoever about Merrill and readily accepted her.  The adult furless ones did to, but some had issues.  Maybe not so much as “issues” per se, but believability.
	It was one thing to accept for fact that they were dwelling in a “parallel” universe.  Then, here comes swept from the sea a mouse kin!  THEN, she spins a yarn (in English) of pirates, pillaging, and so on.  Jake believed it.  And in part so did the other “adults”, it was hard to swallow but there was no denying that Merrill was REAL!  
	There were times when Merrill didn’t feel like talking.  Which was understandable, the kin who had been enslaved on the searat pirate ship Kalamath were doomed, if not dead.  It had been WEEKS since Merrill had washed ashore.  A small part of her wanted to flee, to keep fleeing--to run as far away as possible.  A natural instinct of most kin.
	There were other feelings, though, that prompted her to stage a rescue.  Another feeling (or thought) was to return to the North Church, there may be survivors there.  Maybe.  It was as good as any place to start, to gather supplies and whatever was necessary to attack Balzitch’s fortress on Bloodgrit Island.
	Attack?
	What ‘ho!?
	Merrill had to shake her head--what was she thinking!?  There was no way a simple mousekin gel like herself could successfully pull off such a thing.  Not without help.
	Not without help.
	Hmmmm.
Rude Awakenings
	If it wasn’t the rolling and tossing, it was the yawing and pitching!  Then there was the smells.  A mixture of horrendous body odors, waste matter, and general sea smells that all blended into an unpleasant experience.  Occasionally there was brilliant light flooding the darkness, but only briefly.  There were screams, moans, and death.  A most unpleasant experience indeed.
	Groggily Merrill came around, her mind was fuzzy to say the least.  Her mouth was dry and her body badly beaten and bruised.  If she could stay still and not be so pitched about she could maybe get a hold of herself and think straight.
	The darkness was too dark and dank to see.  The moans were deafening.  The situation hopeless.
	At length, though, Merrill found the shackles to her wrists and ankles.  Touching them ignited the horror in her mind--her church, her friends, the beach, the ship.
	The horror of it all swelled within her, she had been foolish in her attempt at the beach.  She should have stayed in the woods and rallied support from survivors or others after the Kalamath and her vile sea scum crew had gone.
	But she hadn’t.  
	The trap door opened and a searat scooped up a poor wretched soul.  The door slammed shut, but not before a raucous bout of searat laughter could be heard.
	How much time there was she didn’t know, time spent in darkness didn’t matter.  There was an outcome, enslavement.  Again.  Or death.  She would chose death rather than work the mines of Bloodgrit Island, or to be a sex slave to the horrible leader of the searat scum, Balzitch.
	Casually Merrill wondered--would he remember her?  Her mother?  Merrill’s stomach clenched tight, the smells of the dead and dying were becoming unbearable.  The ship was tossed horrendously about massive waves--and suddenly there was a thought making way into Merrill, she would survive!  She would!  She determined it upon herself that she WOULD survive--at least long enough to see the searat pirate Balzitch swing from the highest yardarm--by his BALLS!
	Suddenly the trap door flew open and a hand reached into the hold grabbing up bedraggled souls.  For a moment the fresh air was refreshing.  Then it was cold and harsh, the Kalamath was in the midst of a horrific storm!
	The storm didn’t seem to bother the Kalamath’s captain, Balzitch, the Scourge of the Seas.  Merrill at first didn’t look upon the grizzled rat’s face, it had haunted her all the years anyways.  Other souls of the North Church and surrounding area lay about the deck of the tossing ship; many had no limbs, or their paws at the very least severed, and those with tails--definitely severed.
	The females of all ages had been raped and horrendously sodomozied, then at the pivotal point of orgasm from the searat fucking her, slit her throat.  The body then was cast over the side.
	“Don’t be offin’ them all, scum,” bellowed the Kalamath’s captain, “we’ve got mines in need of hearty souls!” he bellowed and swatted one of his “scum” on the back, sending the sea scum toppling.
	The mines.
	Merrill gripped the shackles binding her, she remembered the mines.  She didn’t want to, but the mines were a part of her.  Merrill Mouse had been born in the mines, her mother was a slave.  Again.  But it was deeper than that, deeper than could be possibly imagined, deeper than the gold mines of Bloodgrit Island!

Something creepy this way comes
	Danny’s story was halted, again.  Again there were reports of creepy creatures roaming the woods.  Forrest fumed, the cabin was a good one, there was food aplenty and life was good.  Abandoning the cabin to flee the Creeps (of which he assumed were the ones roaming about) was not a notion he cared to follow.
	Was there a way to defeat the Creeps?  He didn’t know much about them, his encounters with them were brief.  They were creepy.  They were tall, and too mysterious.  Though they did not display any weapons, it was their sheer creepiness that caused him to flee.
	Was it time to take a stand?
	The Creeps mostly came at night, primarily.  They HAD been seen vaguely in the day, in the early part of the beginning of the day wandering in among the trees thru the morning’s fog.  They had never been seen in daylight.  A sufficient light source Forrest would need to test out his theory.  The best light source he had available were kerosene lanterns.  He doubted the Creeps would frightened of a kerosene lantern light.
	He made the general announcement for everyone to stay close to the cabin, day and night--very close (until further notice).  Thereafter, it was back to Danny’s story.
Perpendicular Positions
	There were still secrets to be held--held within.  Jazz had secrets, Danny, Tuck, and Samantha had secrets--all beholding unto themselves.  But with the advent of the assorted shenanigans the group was involved in, and the sordid developments of all things surrounding them--the secrets wouldn’t be held privately for long.
	Samantha was totally blitzed by the abilities Danny had--going naked was a kick for Samantha, she loved being nude.  And going butt bare assed naked invisible--why, that just made it all the better!
	And then there was, of course, doing naughty things while butt bare assed naked invisible.  Like out and out sex with her two best friends, making farting sounds around other people, peeing in public (and leaving other deposits…)  and then there was the easy going shoplifting.
	Sam still like clothes, clothes and accessories, music, and food.  Her color was still “purple”, her music still gothic, her food still vegetarian.  But all in all--pilfering while invisible AND nude was an incredible rush for her.
	Tuck and Danny kinda liked it, too, but were mostly keen on being naughty; fucking, sucking, and doing so unto others.  And spying still held a lofty goal for the three, Sam for sure enjoyed spying on others--she soon wanted to check out some “friends” of hers, not so friends, family, and so on.
	One such “friend” came at evening type time.  Shawna was her name, she and Sam were ‘associates’, by that they helped together tutor those unable to grasp high junior high or high school math.  The girls were not “close”, but not enemies, either.  Danny knew the girl, Shawnra.  She was pretty, smart, kinda popular--with mostly the young boys in the lower grades.  She was--different.  Not really tight clothes, she smelled good, was friendly, helpful, and smelled good.
	On a whim, a desired whim, Danny and Sam struck out to check the gal out.  Tuck was stuck with family get-togetherness stuff.  He was bummed.  Really bummed when he found out what he had missed.

What he missed
	A modest modern house Shawnra lived in.  What her parents did was unknown, but the house was good, there were two cars in the drive, it was a nice house.  
	On the couch in the living room was Shawnra and her boyfriend, Jimmy.  Shawnra and Jimmy were “getting it on.”  Kissing and pawing with Jimmy fondling Shawnra’s breasts and Shawnra groping Jimmy’s groin.
	No biggie there ‘cept for one minor detail.
	Shawnra’s Mommy & Daddy were RIGHT THERE!
	Shawnra’s Mom and Dad were on the other sofa WATCHING.
	Occasionally Jimmy opened his eyes and checked the staring parents, but so intense was the moment with Shawnra that he re-closed his eyes and continued.  Soon, Shawnra’s top with three buttons came undone and there was a bare titty.  No bra.  Jimmy fondled bare breast and not a word there was from Shawnra’s parents!
	Then, Shawnra herself managed to undo Jimmy’s gray cords and free his teenage schlong.  She worked furiously the cum squirter--and it was nearly doing so, too.  Jimmy fell back against the sofa, eyeing Shawnra and watching her parents.  He tossed his head back when fourteen year old Shawnra “went down on him.”
	She was an expert.  She gripped the base of his dick and gobbled wholly the whole cock, then worked it until the boy was pumping into her mouth and mere moments away from ejaculating.
	As the blowjob progressed, Shawnra worked off her not-too-tight jeans.  She DID wear panties, they slipped off down her cocked legs, too.  She paused only a moment from sucking to pull off her green knit top, then it was right back to work.  Jimmy looked confused.  Shawnra’s daddy looked horny…
	Moment’s later and there was a mouthful of cum in Shawnra’s mouth, she swallowed and spilled not a drip.  She worked the cock some more furiously, lapping the glistening knob and seemingly happy about it.  Jimmy seemed dazed.  His prong pulsed and lay languishing in awe.
	Shawnra worked the boy’s jeans down along with his underwear, then helped pull of his shirt.  She then straddled him and sat on his lap.  Jimmy ogled her lovely teenage breasts, hands cupping her delicate ass.  Slowly his cock returned to throbbing life.  Shawnra grinned and wriggled on his lap, finding his fuck stick and guiding it into her body.
	“See, Margie,” said Shawnra’s dad, “isn’t this better than having them out somewhere were some lecherous pervert can have at them with some God damned gadget or whatever.”
	Margie didn’t respond, her eyes were locked on the nude boy.
	Samantha coyly slipped her hand to Danny, right to his cock.  Their bodies were scrunched close together as they stood in the living room watching the ordeal taking place before them.  Danny’s prong was very hard and rigid--Sam squeezed it and began lightly masturbating him.  Danny was pleased--more than pleased.  
	Cocking his head just so, Shawnra’s Daddy, David, could see where his daughter had placed her boyfriend’s cock.  In her cunt.  Cum was dripping from the teen’s cunt, Jimmy’s balls were cinched up tight and driving DEEPly into the girl’s poon.
	Jimmy’s mouth engulfed a titty, sucking on it and devouring the whole of the mound--Shawnra though fourteen years young had the titties of a ten year old!
	At the pivotal moment, Jimmy began to pump faster.  Samantha musta felt Danny reaching the “pivotal” moment, too--she stroked him faster and faster but a simple hand job wasn’t going to cut it.  Danny sidestepped and came up behind her--Sam didn’t mind and guided his prong into her own pussy.
	The moment was an intense one and everyone came.
	Everyone.
	Margie got up and left, Danny could see wet nipples and a wet spot between the woman’s legs on her turquoise slacks.  David leaned back and freed his daddy manhood and worked it, cum coating the head.  Jimmy pumped and humped until his cock totally had shot off all it could (for the moment.)  He then saw Shawnra’s daddy jacking off!
	Shawnra looked over, smiled and had a gleam in her eyes.
	Someone farted.  An asshole cum filled kind of fart.  
	Danny’s dick did all it could and creamed Samantha’s cunt.  He lay against the girl panting and heaving.  Shawnra slipped off of her stunned boyfriend and “went down” on her daddy!
	David ran his hands through his daughter’s golden hair, she was his only child and he loved her so--’specially when she was boffing his cock!
	Jimmy was totally blitzed.
	Shawnra engulfed her daddy’s dick, sucking it fully (like she had probably done for a long-long-long time.)  She wriggled her ass about, smacking the cheeks in a sort of inviting way to Jimmy.
	Jimmy’s dick had very little time to recover, he gazed upon the dancing ass, the blow job in progress then scooted off of the sofa and placed his face between Shawnra’s cheeks.
	Danny placed HIS face between Sam’s cheeks and licked her crack and cunt.  The girl had yet to be sexually quenched, she required dicking, dicking and outrageous fucking.  Danny figured the ‘ho would cum if he was a seven year old boy!  Or a banana!
	But, by that as it may--Jim’s bone boned Shawnra’s ass.  Daddy David’s bone boned Shawnra’s mouth.  Danny’s bone boned Samantha’s ass.  And on and on it went…
	Daddy David let out a massive moan as gallons of hot daddy splooge spewed into the girl’s mouth.  He pumped furiously, eyes rolling, head flinging about, pumping-pumping-pumping until he was totally spent.  Shawnra was good.  Real good.
	Jimmy strained, stretching out his young teen cock buried to the hilt in Shawnra’s body.  His ass cheeks flexed and he was expending his love cream, too.
	Danny, too.  He pumped vigorously with balls a-slapping hard.  Sam fingered her gash and secretly desired a young boy cock to suck on.  

	Jimmy sat back on his heels, watching a river of his cum spew out of the young teen’s asshole.  His cock he fondled and as soon as there was life in his legs he ambled up and made for the bathroom.  Shawnra sat on her daddy’s lap and he began sucking on her titties, squeezing her ass…
	Danny and Sam scooted to the bathroom Jimmy had gone to.
	He was washing off his tool.
	After a pee, he stepped out and then turned to peek into the open room adjacent/askew from the hall bathroom.  Shawnra’s mother was on the bed in there, butt naked, fingering herself.  There was a low light giving off a subtle blue color, a nite light in the hallway, a light from the living room.  He rest of the house was dark.  Jimmy fondled his aching tool and slowly stepped to the door.
	Margie took note of him and patted the bed.
	Jimmy waltzed in.
	Margie opened her legs and invited the boy to her.
	Jimmy obliged.  He came to the bed, crawled on, crawled onto the woman who was his girlfriend’s mother, and lay on her.  His cock was only partially aroused, he laid it against the woman’s gash and began sucking on her mommy bags.  Margie clutched at the boy and as she was in a “horny” way ten-fold, gripped his ass and soon guided his cock into her womanhood.
	“Fuck me!” she cried out.
	Jimmy obliged.
	Samantha had no idea her so-so friend was so involved with her family.  He was eye opening.  It set her on to wanting to see other friends, to see if they were the same or what.
	Out in the front yard of Shawnra’s home, Danny and Samantha hooked up.  Danny knew that Tucker would be real pissed about missing out.  Samantha was horny, very horny.  Even after a good fuck with Danny, being spanked and having her pussy pissed on, she was still unsatisfied.
	She needed more.  She needed a boy.  A young boy.  (and a banana!)

And it came to pass
	With school finally a done deal, it was time to frolic.  Not like they hadn’t been “frolicking” already, but.  There were family issues and “frolicking” with the family for that togetherness bullshit, then, as the parents returned to their jobs, the kids frolicked on their own.
	As it happened, a few things happened.
	One, Danny busted Jazz as SHE was caught prowling about their dad’s secret basement laboratory.  He didn’t actually “bust” her, just checked on her.  
	Later on she was once more with one of her young charges, this time, he was “zapped” via one of her dad’s mind warpers.  This allowed the young vixen all the time she needed--in stripping nude the young boy in her care and having her way with him.  She firstly just admired him, then caressed his nude body before fondling his young penis.  She sucked on his seven year old wares and then stripped nude herself.
	Later on, as Jazz prepared to walk young “Kirk” to his home, Danny appeared.  Jazz was back together but a little out of sorts--still horny and recovering from hours of being extremely naughty.  Kirk gathered some of his toys he had brought with him, Jazz swigged a drink and tried to get a grip of herself.
	“Damn, he’s cute.” Danny blurted out.  He really wasn’t into “boys”, well--not YOUNG boys.  But maybe!
	Jazz looked to her dweeb brother, “You like boys.” (too?)
	Danny looked as embarrassed as he possibly could.  How could he broach the subject--er, how could he let his sister know that he knew--about her and her love for young boys, and her fooling with her girlfriends?  She’d firstly deny it, then slap his face, probably get a swift kick to the balls, and so on.
	“Danny, sometimes I wonder about you.” she said, she had no time to dawdle or explain herself, she had to get Kirk back home.
	A rare moment came days later, Danny and Jazz were at their neighborhood park.  A family reunion was in the works, the kids were checking for their parents the possibility of using the park to host the gathering.
	Also at the park were choice kiddies.
	Danny and Jazz were all kinds of horny.  All kinds.
	At one end of the park the two sibs took a break, mostly to gander at the delectable delights running amok.  Danny was sweating, though there were several choice young girls he could zap, he settled on a couple of boys.
	He leaned against a picnic table, holding the mind warping device in his hands.
	“What’s that?” Jazz asked.
	Danny tugged in his lips, “Uhm, well, it’s sort of, uhm, a gadget.”
	“A gadget?  One of Dad’s gadgets?”
	“Yeah, one of those.”
	“What does it do?”
	Danny paused, sighed, and looked longingly to some of the wandering kids wandering about.
	Jazz looked to her brother with an almost ashen face, 
	“Oh my God,” she exclaimed, “it’s not one of THOSE gadgets?”
	“Yeah, it is.”
	Jazz’s mouth hung open, “You don’t, do you, have you--” she was flustered.
	“Well, kinda, a couple times--”
	Jazz’s mouth hung open more.
	“Boys?” then she asked curiously.
	Danny didn’t answer but shrugged being as embarrassed as he could be.
	“Oh like my God!” Jazz said, but she wasn’t pissed or alarmed; shocked and awed with a little whisp of a smile to her quivering lips. 
	Danny’s stomach turned, how would she feel if she knew what ELSE he had done--like unto her!?
	He figured he wouldn’t tell her.  Not until he was like on his death bed or something.
	“Does it work?” Jazz asked nextly.
	Danny smiled, he had a bit of a bulge--not from any boys that were about--there were girls that had him going.  But he zapped a boy who was close and they all made way behind the park’s out buildings.
	“Are you sure it’s safe?” Jazmine asked up.
	“Yep.” Danny replied happily.  (almost too happily)
	Once safe and semi secure behind the building, Danny and Jazz sized up the latest zapped victim.  He was a cutey at seven years young, almost eight!  Typical kiddie clothes, kiddie face, kiddie persona.  
	Jazz looked upon the yougster.
	“You-you can do anything you want--to him.” Danny nervously supplied.
	“Anything?  And he wont know?”
	“Right.”
	Jazz still was timid; Danny reached out at brushed the back of his hand to the boy’s crotch.  The boy, James, made no reaction.  Danny looked to his sister with a whimsical smile.  Jazz was still timid.
	Danny cupped the boy’s butt, then tugged on his pants to work them down.  Jazz’s mouth was now to the ground.  Her eyes fastened onto James’ crotch area, he wore tighty-whiteys with a slight pee stain in front.
	Jazz STILL was too timid to move.
	So Danny then slid down the boy’s underwear.	

	A parent calling for the young tyke broke up whatever “else” have happened, Danny redressed the lad (and noticed that he himself DID hacve a boner) and sent James on his way.  Jazz was too gassed to consider anymore.  ‘It worked, it actually worked!’ 
	And days later, it worked again.
	This time, a little differently--in the gadgets used.  By prowling in their dad’s laboratory (again), Danny stumbled upon a unique device (another one.)  It was an invisibility device, but didn’t so much as render the individual as the space the individual existed in.
	It created a dome, a dome of invisibility.  
	He told Jazz of his findings.
	Jazz was in some disbelief.
	Danny took her to the park and…

	Despite the fact that “seeing was believing” Jazmine still had a bit of trouble believing what she was seeing.  But she couldn’t see it--and that was the proof.  Danny “disappeared” from her sight.  Then, after zapping a young unwary “subject”, he disappeared again.
	When he reappeared, he invited Jazz to be a part of the nuance.
	The new gadget enabled them to be invisible but differently.  A dome of invisibility was created, how many peoples it could “hide” inside its unseen dome was unknown, so far--three.  Those within (those not effected via a mind zap) could see out, they could see very well all things.  But no one could see them.
	Once more, Danny had made the “selection” of a target and as well as the pantsing of said target.  After a moment or two Danny reached out and took his sister’s hand, guiding it to the young seven year old’s bare nakedness.
	Jazz’s eyes illuminated.  Ten-fold.  As bright as any star.  She emitted a slight almost inaudible moan.  Her other hand came to her crotch and began fingering herself.  Danny caressed the boy’s bare ass, Jazmine fondled the boy’s cock and balls.  Danny could see his sister’s nipples hardening inside her blouse.  How far could this go?
	Danny sat back, his cock was terrific, he wanted to whip it out and jack off--or stuff it up the little boy.
	Stuff it up the little boy!
	Could he?
	He knew he was a cad and had done naughty such things with GIRLS, but a boy?  He had been up Tucker’s ass, but--but that was different.  Wasn’t it?  
	Jazz leaned up against the boy, undone her blouse enough to free a breast and pressed the boy’s mouth to it.  Danny rubbed himself.  Jazz checked him out the side of her eye; a hand slipped down to the young boy’s ass.  Jazz began groaning and moving up and down.
	Danny hauled out his cock, he didn’t care--he couldn’t stand it.  
	Jazz couldn’t stand it, either; she worked her multi color knt skirt down from the back, unzipping some and inching the not-too-tight garment down.  Lavender panties.  French-cut.  It was Danny’s turn to moan.  Jazz rubbed and rubbed on the young boy, working his little puddling into something stiff--cupping his little butt she worked her finger into his tight asshole.
	Danny stroked himself into a furor that soon led to staring at his sister’s ass.  Jazz rubbed her ass, working her panties down to expose her ass.  Danny had a hard-hard time keeping his hands (and cock) from touching her.  
	Soon Jazz had her blouse completely open, it was natural instinct for the boy--something in his mouth and he was going to suck.  His little pee-pee was stiffening up, too--more instinct.
	The instinct continued with Jazz stripping off Carl’s shirt.  Then, sitting up on her knees she pressed the young boy against her, working his little stiffy against her fiery cunt.  Danny--Danny couldn’t stand it any longer and moved to be right behind his sister, his teen hood pressing against her ass.
	Surprisingly, Jazz didn’t wrench his cock off but took it and glided it up and down her cheeks.  Danny ran his hands up and down Jazz’s sides, reaching around her to finger her pussy, cup the boy’s ass and carry on willy-nilly unseen and all.
	
	Their passion spiraled and while Jazz latched onto Carl’s wares, Danny stuffed his sister’s backdoor.  His balls slapped against her and several times he strained hard while plowing.  Jazz smacked her own ass, diddled her pussy, tweaked her nipples, and continued slurping on Carl.
	It went on and on and on--right in the openness of the park!  (but bo one could see them!)  Danny finally unloaded his juices into his sister’s asshole, he sat back admiring her ass--comparing it to Samantha’s.  Jazz continued slurping on young Carl, finally laying down and pulling the boy onto her, guiding his young tally into her fevered quim.
	Danny watched, fondled himself, and watched some more.
	Jazz was okay with having Carl bone her, and she was even okay with Danny sinking himself into her--provided, of course, he wrapped his weeny.  Jazz carried condoms with her, placed one on Danny’s dong, and they fucked up a storm rolling and flailing inside the invisible dome.

Camping with ‘hos
	Wrapping it up
	With school over and done with (for three months anyways) kids all over took to new adventures.  Some got summer jobs.  Some got lazy (lazy-er).  Some studied abroad.  Some studied broads…
	Others went camping.
	Without their parents!
	There was the typical bonding thing with the parental unit to make them feel still “wanted.”  thereafter, cya!
	Jazz, Danny, Tucker, and Samantha ventured off 2-hours from their home(s) to some wooded hills suitable for camping and cleansing themselves of their parents’ overboding protectiveness.  For the first few days, camping was good.  Hiking a ways from their encampment the group found a nice secluded pond.  Here they ventured into skinny dipping…
	Which only segued into spanking, peeing, and of course--out and out fucking.  Jazz and Sam hooked up, which was a major turn-on for Danny and Tucker.  Once the girls were laid out on the forest floor by the pond they had been swimming in, Danny and Tucker scooted up close to them with boners raging.  Both boys stroked themselves then began applying hard hand smacks to Samantha’s ass as she was on top (the girls doing a lovely 69er…)
	Danny soon moved to be kind of in between Jazz’s legs; Sam pulled them back and Danny pressed his cock against Jazz’s cunt, traveling the pulsing member up and down the entrance--as well as in and out of Sam’s mouth.  He soon plunged into Jazz’s cunt--which was a first for Tucker to see.
	Tucker continued smacking Sam’s ass, then moved between her legs, parted her cheeks and began stuffing her asshole.

	That night, the group sat around the campfire.  It was good to be away from the parents.  There was nothing good in the news anymore, strange creatures were “appearing” as by magic but scientists worldwide were explaining about a parallel universe fiasco and so on.
	It was during a marshmallow feast that Danny’s Narly Senses kicked in.  There WERE other folk in the area camping.  Time for some more spying.

	A few scant yards away a young married couple were getting it on inside their tent, the young woman on top.  It was good to watch but not the cause of Narly Sense alert.  The gang moved on.
	A single man, young, inside a dome tent with two young’uns.  Both were nude--as was the young man.  The young’uns were no more than 6 years.  No more.  The boy about a year older, but not by much.  The little girl of curly blond hair was all giggles, the little boy of rich dark hair was with a slight erection--he was toying with it.  The little girl held her hands just under her chin and was prancing about like little girls do.
	Soon, the young man (in his twenties and possibly NOT the young’uns’ father) coaxed the little girl young’un to lay down.  Opening her legs the man fingered the child’s cunny, he stroked himself while doing so and soon got the little girl to do likewise.
	Jazz’s hand came to grope Danny’s bulge--she knew he had one.  They were prancing about in open public--the inviso dome was stationary and Danny hadn’t brought up the individual invisibility subject.
	The young man soon brought the young boy down in a typical Missionary position to his sister.  To the boy’s ass the man caressed, he reached down between the boy’s legs to fondle his young hairless testicles.  A little cooing, coaxing, and schooling and the boy was fucking.
	It still, though, wasn’t the Narly Sense alert.
	Tucker wanted to hang a little more and see if the man fucked the little girl, or boy.  The group moved on, though, and Tuck followed.
	A ways down a slight hill near the creek there was a camping spot--kinda remote.  A campfire was going, it was after ten in the evening type time.  On a wooden marred picnic table was a near naked young girl about ten or so, between her legs was a grandfatherly type person, pants and underwear down and he was stuffing her to beat all!
	He was right at the pivotal point of ecstasy, pumping fast and furiously.  the young girl gripped the edges of the table, tossed her head back and forth and made faces as she was hurt or pleased.  Her pants were tossed off onto the ground, a pair of yellow-duckie undies dangled off of one ankle, her shirt was pushed up to expose her young dainty breast mounds.
	The grandpa seemed to be about 60-something, not too tall, gray hair with most of it gone, a gold earring in one ear, some tats on his arms.  He seemed to be in good shape and was deeply into the deed he was doing.
	In the tent there was a black boy stuffing a five year old girl, the boy seemed to be about the girl’s age on table.  The girl in the tent had dark hair, matching the girl on the table.  The girl in the tent was on her hands and knees, face down, ass up.  The black boy was humping in her ass, pulling out a few times to hump the cheeks, smack his tweeny cock against her flesh, gouge her up between her legs, then plunge back into her hole and fuck to his content.
	The grandpa did likewise--pulling out of the ten year old’s pussy and stuffing her asshole.  The girl reacted, there was more discomfort in getting stuffed in the butt than in the twat.
	It STILL was not what had alerted Danny.
	The group watched secretly until the grandpa came.  He fucked his fill, spilled his load then went down to suckle on the girl’s breasts.  She didn’t seem to be in distress or pissed or hurt or etc.  but she, too, didn’t give any expression whatsoever.
	Further down the creek to the very last campsite.  It was very remote and difficult to get to.  It had a barbeque stand, but no table.  There was a tent and backpacks and a small ice chest.  
	Inside the tent; one adult, two teenage girls.
	All naked.
	One of the teens was fucking a beer bottle--it was a long neck bottle jammed completely into her twat!  Alligator (roach) clips were clipped to her nipples.  
	The other girl was sucking off the man, the blunt end of a baseball bat was plunged up into HER asshole, she was covered in cum, clips were clipped to her nipples (and clit) and she feverishly frigged herself into orgasm.
	The man was Mason Klinton.  The girl sucking his dick with a baseball bat in her asshole was his creepy gothic niece, Lydia.  The girl fucking a beer bottle was Lydia’s ultra creepy friend, Lucy.

Wrapping it up
	A new world to fuck in
	Just one day before “packing it in” and going back home, both groups of Danny and Mason found themselves in a new world.  They knew it was new as one moment while trekking down the creek they suddenly emerged into a landscape that was flatland.
	Swaying waist high grass, not a tree in sight.  Only the creek remained the constant.  Backtracking didn’t help.  Both groups noted a warbling sound and what would appear to be a distortion warble before them.  The groups had not yet met in their Birth World, but did so in the other.
	They banded as one and traveled the creek coming to the forest near Forrest’s forest (and cabin).  There was no mentioning in their story told unto Forrest of any “hanky-panky” along the way.  But they settled into Forrest’s group well enough, spied on those so inclined to be naughty now and then, and soon were engaging willy-nilly on the fly when applicable.
	They made fine additions.  Their stories were good, too!
A fate trip 
	The ship was tossed and thrashed about wildly, the crew and the unfortunate passengers were tossed and thrashed about, too.  Balzitch the Scourge of the Seas stood on the upper deck, defying the storm.  His mighty claws dug into the ship’s planks, a reason he was one of the few who did not wear boots.
	The crew huddled in the wheel house watched as their gallant leader tossed back his head and cackled.  He was laughing at the storm.
	“I am Balz,” he cried out, “Scourge of the Plundering Seas!” he shook a clenched fist to the raging storm.  The storm didn’t necessarily care or abate in any way, but to the Scourge of the Plundering Seas it seemed as if though it had.
	Coming away from a long voyage with only slaves left a bad taste in Balzitch’s mouth.  No plunder worth the loss of several searat shipmates, all the time and effort.  Most of the slaves wouldn’t last the voyage and those that didn’t wouldn’t last long in the mines.  The voyage was a bust.  
	A bust, but not a total loss.
	The notion that somewhere there was gold filled Balzitch.  If not at the North Church, then elsewhere, somewhere in that land the woodlanders called Mossflower.  Balzitch was a seafarer, not a landlubber.  Mossflower was a new land to him, he didn’t know it and therefore didn’t trust it.  But he would conquer it--he swore it!
	Be that as it may, he mood was foul.  With little to show for the long enduring voyage save for a pitiful handful of new slaves, Balz ordered up from the dank hold some of the survivors--for his amusement.
	There was a light interrogation, which got him no where.  One of the male kins he “interrogated” was unworthy of being a slave, and therefore unworthy of having passage on Balzitch’s ship--so he was tossed over.
	Some kin brought up from the hold had “expired” and they, too, were tossed.  Some of the kin brought up from the hold were female.  They were NOT tossed, Balzitch liked female kin.
	Standing before one particular kin, a mousekin gel, Balz looked the creature in the eye.  There was something there.  Something.  Something familiar.  He squinted and asked about gold, treasures, weapons.  The mousekin gel was belligerent and did not understand the concept of “conquer-prisoner” relationships.
	After a quick swift kick to his nuggets, the young wench gel needed a strong lesson in conquer-prisoner concept.  After ripping what clothing she had still on, it was determined that she WAS a young gel, no more than fifteen-sixteen Summers old.   
	Balzitch didn’t care.  Young or old, they were all the same to him.
	He couldn’t shake, though, that look in her eyes.  There was something, something familiar.

	Outside lightning flashed out over the sea.  A new storm was brewing.  Far down below the waves were crashing steadily against the rocks.  The wind howled and made even the warmest soul tingle with cold goosebumps.
	Weeks.  It had been literally weeks.  The Kalamath had reached Bloodgrit Island, the surviving slaves had been introduced to the mines.  How many had survived?  How many would survive the mines, like Merrill had?  
	She closed her eyes and the book she had been trying to read.  The language was written in a strange script, but being schooled by the creatures who called themselves “humans” helped her understand them.  Some.  They were kind and even assured her that they would try to come up with a way to help her, to free her kin from Bloodgrit and/or return to Mossflower.
	Both were endeavors that were not sound.  They needed a ship.  They needed a force worthy of defeating Balzitch and his sea scum.  Merrill was but a single mousekin gel.  The lightning flashed and she cringed.  She hated storms…

Schlongs, Dongs,  Pricks and Dicks
	When the latest storms had gone back to sea, a discovery was made.  Two discoveries, actually (and actually there were three!)  The first was by Jake and John, exploring the beach as the remnants of a ship had washed ashore.  Both wondered if it was the Kalamath.  There were no details to make that determination and it was assumed that if there was ONE wooden sea going vessel, like the pirate ship Kalamath, then there were probably others.  Probably.
	While exploring their small beach area, Jake and John found a secret passage!  Had it always been there and overlooked, or had the incredible storms of late washed away enough beach sand to the opening?  It was kinda narrow but manageable.  The passage remained narrow and dipped down, winding and twisting into a subterranean level.
	It finally opened to a large cave.  Very large.  The sea was there, a HUGE opening there was to the finally calm sea.  Taking up the view was a ship anchored inside the cave.  It wasn’t a very large ship, and was old.  No life stirred anywheres about.  The waves gently rocked it, the anchor chain lightly made any noise at all.
	Secondly, Diane with daughter Dana and household friend Goldie were searching for a missing six year old Carol Anne (she was playing hide-n-seek) and she was good at it.  After some time of not finding her and getting worried, the household members began calling for her in earnest and demanding that she expose herself.
	Reluctantly the young tyke did so, she was dirty and smelly and all kinds of giddy.  “I’ve been hiding in my secret place!” she announced proudly.
	It took the rest of the day to get her to divulge “where” the secret place was.  In the cellar, behind some crates of food stores.
	A secret tunnel.
	This tunnel (passageway) wasn’t narrow and had steps that meandered down-down-down into the depths of the earth--coming out to a sandy shore where there was a wooden ship anchored before them.

	Exploring the ship was cool.  Nothing of value was found, and nothing really of interest.  There were some swords (cutlasses) brass spyglasses, and typical pirate-like stuff like that there.  No signs of life.  There, were, however--three graves found up further in the cave where the sea water level would not get to.   
	There was no indication of who was buried, though.
	The group casually wondered if there was a “treasure” chest abouts.
	John noted that with the ship, there was indeed the possibility of making good Merrill’s rescue attempt.  They now had the means, of course, a more substantial plan was needed (required), more arms, more stout members of a worthy crew, and gumption.  Lots and lots of gumption.

	Exploring the ship was fun, nothing very substantial was found, though.  Merrill inspected the vessel and determined by the small things she found, mostly what was in the galley, the size of the bunks, and some scrawling on the walls of the ship (‘specially in the head) to indicate that it was most likely a minotaur and rhino kin.
	Neither beast were too friendly to other kin, but more friendly than searats.  The minotaurs hailed from a far distant land, the rhino kin were from somewhere else she knew not of.  She didn’t know if they were enemies or collaborating.
	“Could they help us against the searats, rescue your kin?” John wanted to know.
	Merrill didn’t know.  She had never had any direct dealings with non-Mossflower kin--she had just heard second-hand tales.  They were warriors, but had honor.  Searats had NO honor--not even among themselves.  Minotaurs lived in a diverse society within themselves.  Not much was really known about them, they were a closed society.  Merrill had heard that some of the minotaur clan had separated from the main group to go off on their own.
	Of the rhino kin, less was known about them.
	The ship seemed sound, its name Merrill deciphered as Deathmonger.  Lovely.  It was a combo word derived from both minotaur and rhino kin inner distinct language, not in the common tongue of all kin.
	Deathmonger.  Lovely.  Simply fucking lovely.

	Another passage was found, nothing too secretive, though; it was a passage concealed by rocks and sand and was simply a passage to the adjoining beach to the left.  The adjoining beach(es) were inaccessible as the cliff/rocks jutted out to the sea.  The roughness of the crashing sea prevented anyone from using the small horseshoe beach down from the Victorian house on the cliff to getting to the other beaches left and right.  There was no access to those beaches and it didn’t look as if though there was anything particular of interest anyways.
	Except for the one day when…

A Bakers’s Dozen of Lovin’	
	“Just back right up and ye’ll ‘ere about some tail
	  that started out on a faithless trip
	  They started out from some well known port
	  aboard their wanna-be ship.
	
	The mate was a mighty smilin’ man, his cock was long and hard
	The skipper was brave to be sure, his cock hung out a yard
	The passengers set sail that day in an unwary lure
	An unwary lure.

	The weather started getting rough, a portal opened true
	It flung the crew of the wanna-be ship into a hellish stew
	A hellish stew
	The ship was plunged into a brand new world
	A world of peril and doom
	They’ll have to band together (with others) 
	Or it will be their tomb--it will be their tomb.

	The ship went aground on a lonely beach
	On some remote locale, 
	With Annie, her hubby, too; 
	Mary, Lucy, Simon, Ruthie,  Holly, as well.
	A well hung mate, his family best,
	Stranded on the Other Side!

	So this is the tale of our castaways,
	They’re fucked for a real long time
	They’ll have lots and lots of orgies,
	Till they’re well in their prime--well in their prime.

 	The skipper and his first mate, too
	Will screw for a long-long time
	They’ll fuck every hole they can sink themselves in
	Then do it all over again--do it all over again.
	No laws!  No gov!  Not single Christian be!
	Like some famous stranded literature characters,
	Their almost primitive as can be.
	So place your cursor on a scroll and relax your hands just right
	Stroke your winkie all the while and all thru the night, 
	And all thru the night.”

Intros and stuff
	The vessel was a small yacht, on the starboard side was large gaping hole, it went from fore to aft exposing the insides totally!  Thankfully, though, none of the passengers (and crew) had been lost.  Three adults there were, two were married to one another.  There were mostly young teens and pre-teens (tweenies).  
	The survivors of the shipwreck were very glad to see other peoples.
	And it was even better that those they met were just like them!
	Do tell!
	It would take a few days for the new group to integrate with the original group--consisting of Jake and John and Mike and… (and the rest!)
	The storm had been harrowing and there were times they thought for sure they were sea fodder.  At the last moment, a huge wave picked up the SS Just Do It and slung her over the dangerous (most dangerous) rocks and plunged her onto the shore.
	The married adult pair had four children, plus one.  The “one” was a friend of one of their children.  Their children (write this down for future reference)  Mary, Lucy, Simon, and Ruthie.  The “extra” was Holly, a friend of Lucy’s.
	The other adult was single, he had as many as five children of his own, all under eleven!
	Jake instantly took a shine to the newbies, (‘specially the girls!)
	There was plenty of room at the Victorian home, a whole floor was theirs, with two common bathrooms.  Getting used to the home and the concept of “new world” would take some time. During which time their tale was told.
	Naturally!

In the beginning…
	In a particular area of town a particular creature of habit so noted another creature of particular habit.  The second creature of particular was so noted as the area was not one of which the first particular creature would suppose the second would be in!
	Got that?
	Hookers nearly lined the streets, they hung out of 2nd and 3rd story buildings, they sat on parked cars, bus benches, and the curbs--displaying their ready and available wares.  Papers of all sorts littered the streets, along with various drug implements.  Bars and peepshows and bathhouses were the main (and only) business.  The area was rundown and a shambles, a blight on the community surrounding, a festering boil on the buttocks of the City.
	But, be that as it may, it kept the riffraff from soiling the better areas of the City and was an outlet for pent up souls.  Strip clubs, porno stores, peepshows and bathhouses, four blocks of them two blocks deep.  The Slums.  
	The first creature of particular habit had a habit of noticing things.  Usually those things out of the ordinary.  Being a former police detective he had a knack for such things.  And also being a former detective, he knew people, he knew how to follow them, he had contacts in such seedy places as the particular area he was in.
	He wasn’t into drugs, but was into pussy.  Young and old, fat and trim, hairless and “it needs a lawnmower.”  He watched the second particular person of interest enter into the bathhouse, a particular place whereas particular things of the naughty-with-men took place.  There was only one reason and one reason only a MAN would go into such a place; to suck, be sucked, fuck, and be fucked by another man.  There was the taking of showers, watching suckings and fuckings taking place, male porn, spankings, “water sports” and anything and everything involving primarily (and only) MEN!
	So, when a one Reverend Eric Shamdan was spotted going into the seedy establishment, Zap Fannigan took interest.
	Zap was a regular to the particular area, he found it of a particular interest; so noting the intricacies delicately entwined among the derelicts.  As a detective, he found that it was not just the scum of the bum of the City who frequented the area, all walks of life were found to be about.
	At the bathhouse he was greeted and let in.  As particular to a bathhouse, it was dark inside, once the eyes adjusted--it was still dark.  Music played in various forms, mostly--for some strange reason, Indian music played thru unseen speakers.  Fake flowers in pots were in the corners, a check-in desk and a leather lounge sofa.  The air was foul, an odor only known to such particular places as was he.  (an over abundance of cum splatter)
	Two hallways left and right, and one hidden behind a black velvet curtain.  To the left were the peep booths whereas men could watch other men jerking off, fucking and/or sucking another.  To the right were whirlpools and showers, sunken Roman style bathtubs for two or more peoples.  Zap turned left, he didn’t know the Rev., not personally.
	Reverend Shamdan had a small church on the other side of the City, he had been in place about 6 months or so and had a rather large family.  A nice wife and nice family.  Zap didn’t know them personally, but…
	The peepshow booths had no “doors” per se, but thick heavy drapes.  Inside was a 6x6 room, thick dark carpet, no windows save for a small one whereas there was “another” room beyond it; in the second room action was going on--the fucking and sucking and so on.
	In the first room of the booth there was a backless bench whereas the Viewer could sit, lay, lounge, whatever and pleasure himself.  There, too, was a small 13-inch tv screen in an alcove with selectable buttons (for a price) where the Viewer could chose some videos to watch if what was happening “live” wasn’t good enough to get him (the Viewer) off.
	In the first room from the hallway, Zap peeked stealthfully to view quickly a balding biker-like dude butt naked jacking himself while he watched a live action butt fuck.  A tall man was putting it to a lily white youth who Zap doubted was of age, but a teenager.  The tall dude wore a biker’s hat, but nothing else.  The lily white youth was bent over a wooden chair and he seemed to be “tied up.”
	Zap moved on.
	In the second room, another lily white youth boy was suspended by ropes, his legs and arms spread out, his ass some three feet from the floor, a gag that had a small red ball in it was in his mouth.  A kinda pudgy biker dude fucked the boy mercilessly.  Watching was a man not a biker, cock out of his pants furiously beating off.  It wasn’t the Rev. so Zap went on.
	Not too lily white was the youth in the next viewing booth.  He at least was a little older than the previous two.  Bright flaming red hair, 19 at least, on his knees sucking off a medium build biker.  Another non-Reverend Shamdan watched…
	Four more booths did Zap check out on the sly, his Rev was not in any of them.  He mosied down to where the actual “baths” were--it WAS a bathhouse for crying out loud.

	In the first bath “room” two men were in a large shower stall that was an enclosure.  One man was pressed against the glass while the second fucked him from behind.  (where else?)
	In the second, the shower stall was an open one and two “couples” were here, swapping spit and pleasing one another to no end.  No Rev there, either.	
	The Rev Was found (finally) in a Roman pool for four.  There were just the Rev and another man in the pool, drinking from wine goblets, nude, with the Rev sitting on the other man’s lap--the other man’s cock supposedly buried up the good Reverend’s ass!
	Thirty minutes later and the two took a shower together, while doing so the Rev sodomized his male companion.  During the drying off, the companion sucked off the Rev!  Cum splattered everywhere and it looked as if though the good Rev sincerely enjoyed it!
	The two left the bathhouse and crossed the street.  Zap followed.
	Across the street was Bab’s Hut, a bar.
	The Rev and his friend took a seat at a back booth, more wine.
	Under the table they fondled one another.  There was no kissing, although it looked as if though the companion wanted to.  Three glasses of red wine later the good Rev had to pee.  Zap tagged along.
	In the seedy pisser Zap went to the urinal next to the Rev.  only a sideways glance, but the Rev hadn’t recognized Zap.  They read the dirty jokes on the lime green wall, did the customary “shake the dew off the lily” and left.
	A nudy bar was their next stop, here there were naked bitches shaking their tits and twats at the two horndog men, the Rev stuck a twenty in his mouth, leaned up to the stage and the 20-something naked girl snatched twenty up with her snatch!
	More wine at another bar, another shared piss, a nude male bar and then a walk to the underground parking lot.  At the Rev’s car the male companion went to his knees and took the Rev’s cock out--and promptly sucked it.
	The Rev though enjoyed the blow, was nervous--he looked around and quickly creamed into his cocksucking friend’s mouth.  When done, and the subsequent swallow followed, the companion pressed himself to the Reverend’s body.  He was a little disappointed that he didn’t get a kiss, but the Rev fondled the man’s ass, cock, and nuzzled against him.  For the moment it sufficed and the two departed.
	Zap followed the Reverend.

	The crosstown freeway made accessing the other side of town a quick route.  Eric made a quick stop at a grocery store and then a gas station, then made for home.  Not having a “device” rendering him invisible at will, Zap went on.  (he had a family to tend to, too.)

Fancy meeting you here
	“Hiya, Rev!” spoke up cheerfully Zap to the Reverend.  The day’s service had concluded as customary the Reverend greeted those who had been in attendance.  Zap and his family had been in attendance.  There was a slight stare from the Reverend.  Recognition.
	“H-haven’t I seen you somewhere before?” asked the Rev getting a little nervous.  His lovely wife suddenly appeared, followed by the man’s incredible family, Zap said nothing and went on about his way--leaving the poor Reverend dumbfounded--and worried.	
	Scarcely a week later and did Zap spot the Rev at Dreadful Ned’s Bar and Grill.  It was located a block from actually entering the festering boil of society.  He was alone.  Zap eased up and parked it at the bar.  Out of the corner of his eye he could see the good Reverend, he was waiting for some one; his secret male lover.
	 A few minutes late and the “lover” DID arrive.  The Rev was very nervous and it was noticeable that he did not want to out and out express himself to his companion, “Richard.”  Richard was a little put off by the Rev’s refusal to acknowledge their love, but a glass of wine and off to the bathhouse stopped that.
	Zap followed.

	Zap was late.  After following the Rev’s car to the underground parking lot, he held back and kept out of sight.  Eric and Richard briskly walked to the bathhouse, Zap following slowly behind.  At an alleyway Zap noted a man getting the proverbial shit kicked out of him by two biker thugs.  The man getting the shit beat out of him was Lonnie Kirk, an undercover cop.  Zap at first walked on by, he was no longer a cop (even a longer story than this one…)
	Then, he fumed to himself and stepped into the alley.
	“Hey!” he yelled to the two thugs.
	“Fuck off!” bellowed one of the men, the tall one--the one Zap had seen a week earlier in the bathhouse.
	Zap pulled out his Glock 9mm, “Piss off.” he said.
	“Piss off yerself!” bitched back the brusque well built biker-thug, he pulled out a .357.  Zap barely “dodged the bullet” and ducked behind some wooden crates.  Wooden crates were no match for heavy duty bullets.  Zap fired off a blind round hoping like hell not to hit Lonnie.
	Thugs one and two were off and running, a siren was heard somewhere, just outside the Slums.  Zap raced to Lonnie, he had been shot, stabbed, and had the proverbial shit kicked out of him.  Blood was everywhere, an arm was broken, both eyes fucked.
	“I-I think my covers’ blown.” he said.  He recognized former cop, Zap.
	“Got a radio?” Zap asked.
	Lonnie shook his head, No.
	Zap hated to leave him, but he was not well welcomed on the City force.  “Going to call it in.” he said and raced around the corner to the phone booth.  Naturally, it was busted.  Into the bar at the corner where he got lip from the gay bartender and then from the brusque bouncer.
	Zap twisted the bouncer’s arm and slammed his face to the bar.
	The bartender handed him the phone.

	“Ten Precinct.” the voice said.
	“Got an officer down, 9th and Chester in the alley behind PJ’s Bar.”
	“Is this an officer reporting?”
	“Ambulance urgently requested.  Officer down, suspects…”
	“What is your identifying--”
	Zap hung up and returned to Lonnie.  He was still alive, at the far end of the alley, the “suspects” had returned.  With friends.
	Not good.
	 
	Sirens blared all over, descending quickly to the alley of 9th and Chester.  Zap stood in the doorway of the bathhouse watching as Lonnie Kirk was loaded into an ambulance.  As many as a dozen cops buzzed about like flies, four bodies were in the alley, no witnesses--but it was the Slums, everyone in the Slums was “blind.”
	In the bathhouse, Zap found his peculiar particular Reverend, spread out over an inverted wooden box chair, strapped down wrists and ankles, butt naked, being spanked.
	When his backside was beaten near puce, his lover, Richard, stepped up behind him and fucked him.  More spankings was going on in other adjoining rooms, spankings and sexual torture.  Zap kept hidden and still and waited.
	When Richard had given his all, it was Richard’s turn on the chair.  Eric eyed the young nude man, he was guessed to be five or so years younger.  Many implements there were for the spanking--paddles of wood and steel, switches, belts, cat-o-nine-tails, 2-inch wide construction boards, and the like.
	Eric chose a belt firstly, and when he had sufficiently seared his lover’s ass, he dropped to his knees and placed his face into the cheeks.  He licked/sucked for several minutes before selecting another spanking tool and unleashing it onto Richard’s ass mercilessly.
	The two lovers then scurried to the baths, soaking and relaxing in one of the bubbling pools.  They both “took care of” one another while bathing, a quick shower and dry off and they scurried out of the bathhouse and to their bar.
	After their wine consumption the two left separately.
	The Rev didn’t like all the police hanging about and had to go the long ways around to get to his car.  Zap followed, keeping the good Rev safe.

	Another week came,  and another church service.  Zap hung back and waited until the congregation thinned, then stepped up to the good Reverend Shamdan to shake his hand.
	The Reverend looked to Zap, there was something there, some recognizable.  
	“It’s okay, Rev, we’ve all got a dark side.” he nodded and left leaving the Reverend a little stunned.
	Days later and Zap slid up to the barstool where Rev. Eric Shamdan awaited his lover.  After ordering a Tom Collins, Zap cocked his head to the Rev,
	“Wanna go take a bath?” he said.
	Eric was a little shocked at the suddenness of the proposal, and when he acknowledged to the abrupt proposer, he was stunned.  He lost the ability to breath, conjugate thought, and the willingness to live.
	“You!” he blurted.
	“Ah, the one and the same.” smiled Zap.
	Eric began to sweat, his bulging, someone from his congregation--a deep seeded fear had come to life.

	In the bathhouse the two stepped into a peep booth where they watched briefly a nude man pumping a young man who was barely a man.  All the while Zap continued assuring Eric that “all was well” and not to fear, fret, or worry.  “we all have a dark side.” 
	It did little to ease the Reverend’s fears and worries.
	After a few minutes in the peep booth, they ventured to a more private room where Zap pressed himself against the stunned married man, father of several, minister of many--he cupped the man’s balls then slid to his knees, undoing Eric’s black trousers, freeing the man’s trouser snake--it was only partially “aroused.”  a few minutes of fondling, kissing, sucking, “handling” and the Rev’s “snake” was throbbing hard.
	After getting naked and hard together, the two moved to an adjoining shower whereupon they fucked one another repeatedly, much ado about fondling and humping.  It seemed as though, too, that the good Rev had no issues or problems slurping on cock; it gave wonder to Zap if the man was “into” his family?
	Was he a “family” man, was his wife involved?  How DARK was Eric’s “dark side?”
	After the shower, they got into the whirlpool and fucked some more.
	Then it was back to the peeping booths.

	“Like ‘em young?”
	“W-what?”
	The question was bold but necessary.  No secrets.  Zap didn’t have the luxury of “devices” and such as other characters in this epic had.  He could only use natural stealth techniques and that only went so far.
	Eric gulped and couldn’t concentrate too well.  Zap ordered something a little stronger than the wine.  They occupied space at a bar a little further away than the one the Rev usually occupied with his “lover.”  
	“D-do you?”
	Zap smiled and nodded, “Yep.”
	There seemed to be some relief in Eric’s demeanor.  Being a reverend, a married man, a father, AND a lover of illicit sex from another man as well as a desire of younger flesh just wouldn’t do to be let known.
	After their drinks Zap took Eric to another place, an underground society of perverts.  It was boys.  Young boys.  Young teens.  Half naked and naked boys--and teens.  All for the looking, fondling, feeling, and other.  As Eric Shamdan was new, Zap guided him about to various private rooms.
	It would take a few more “visits” before the good Rev would warm up, but he DID like it--all of it.  He mostly masturbated while young teenage boys came and pleased one another.  They usually sucked on the Reverend’s schlong, offered themselves, and etc.  Occasionally Eric did the boys, he seemed to enjoy butt fucking; he also liked spanking, peeing, sucking and likewise done unto him.  A genuine lecherous pervert!

	“And girls,” asked Zap, “you like GIRLS, too, yes?”
	Another time, another place, another question.
	The particular peculiar minister nodded that he DID like girls.
	There wasn’t an underground locale for girls like there was for the boys--oh, there WAS one, but it moved more often than the underground locale of boys and Zap didn’t keep track.  He liked girls, too; but liked boys better.  Anyways, 
	One day Eric was in his office at his church, working, when Zap appeared unannounced.  He came equipped with two of his girls--two that accompanied him when coming to regular church services.
	Julie and Minn.  Julie was a cutey, kinda tan, dark blond hair pulled back into a single fluffy pony tail, dazzling blue eyes, flat chested.  She had a pretty smile, a blue checkered top, a “trainer” could be detailed underneath, typical jeans with typical tennis shoes.  A cutey, a real cutey.
	Minn was a Chinese girl, very plain, straight, straight raven black hair, a little more skinnier than Julie, but a lovely whimsical face.  She, too, like Julie, was flat chested.  She wore a mid-thigh length Levi type dress that was sleeveless.
	Zap stood behind him, he only introduced the girls as, “and these are my girls.” it wasn’t exactly explained “adopted” or stolen or actually from his loins or what--just ‘these are my girls.’
	He stood behind them, patting their chests.  As Eric watched, Zap slowly ever so slowly clutched Minn’s dress at the chest area and pulled up.  Soon, pretty flowery panties were revealed.  
	The Rev’s eyes feasted onto the girl’s crotch, he was riveted.  Zap moved his hand down as Minn held her dress up herself.  Eric watched as Zap patted the girl’s front personal area, then slipped his fingers inside the top of the panty and pushed down--exposing bare flesh.  
	Eric sat up, he fidgeted, he gulped for air and darted his eyes to Zap and then to the young girl.  A quandary was he, he was no saint, far-very far, from it--so he was in a position to be in no position.  Zap moved to his knees, taking Minn’s panties all the way down.  She stepped out of them and then her ‘daddy’ slipped off the girl’s dress.  She wore a basic simple trainer, it was removed as well and she was nude.
	Poor Eric was too stunned to do anything--Zap moved Minn around the corner of the great oak desk and “presented” her up against the man.  Eric stared, looking the nude child in awe.
	Nothing was said.  Minn hung her head, she didn’t fuss or anything--not even when placed down across the Reverend’s lap.  Zap then stood back, placing young Julie before him, patting HER chest.  Julie brushed some loose strands of hair out of her face, then made a face of grimace (and farted.)
	Minn’s skin was soft.  Very soft.  Supple was not a word for it, more than that.  Kind of tan, even were underwear/swimsuit should be.  Eric’s hands caressed the booty, he had done so unto his own girl children, but managed to hold off going too far.
	Minn didn’t move as she lay across the man’s lap.  Eric wasn’t too sure what he could or should do; he moved his hands somewhat listlessly all over primarily the girl’s nine year old butt.  He rubbed, caressed, moaned, and creamed.  Finally, at length, Minn reached back and pulled her cheeks open.  Eric peered at the girl’s hole and crack, gulping more for air.  Zap nudged Julie and Julie moved to her knees, placing herself behind Minn.  Then, her pretty face into Min’s ass.  She began licking out Minn’s crack and hole.
	Zap fished out his cock and pressed it against the bobbing head of the young girl.  It went on and on and on…