August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 19
Gonads & Strife

Gonads just wanna have fun-un
	Danica was--a fun girl.  Easy going and enjoyed a good dicking.  She worried and fretted somewhat about getting pregnant, of course, that was while residing in the Birth World, in the New World she still fretted and worried as she was not overly “prepared” or ready for bringing a new life into the new world, but--
	She loved Forrest’s big manly cock.  Mason had boffed her but to Mason boning her was just a “conquest” thing, and it was so with Forrest, too--but different. Hard to explain.  It was hard to explain about the whole situation regarding the new world as a whole.  She didn’t miss her old world, not much.  She missed the malls, tv shows, some friends, some relatives, but the crushing weight of society was problematic to those who desired…er, uhm, those desires society did not like.
	A ways from the cabin on a trek to check trap lines and gather some berries coming into season, Danica accompanied Forrest.  She had taken to him, they had a repore (I spelt it wrong, I know).  Once the berries had been picked and traps checked, Danica shucked her clothes to drink up the sunshine.  She stood with legs spread letting go a long healthy piss.  Forrest stepped up behind her, equally drinking up the sunshine.  His hair and beard had been trimmed and was no longer straggly.  
	Hands to her hips and cock forced downward to nestle between her very nice ass cheeks, Forrest took the girl to ecstasy.  Once more he delved into her mind, just light peeking--seeing a honry/amorous boyfriend getting a blowjob from her, she giving another boy a hand job, another boy plugged her from behind, another noshed on her trim bush.
	Forrest took his time, reaching around her to squeeze her breasts, then slide down her trim body to finger her poon.  His cock nestled between her ass cheeks downward grew stronger, stiffer, harder.  Still standing with legs open Breezy bent over.  She was very limber.  Forrest checked out the ass, then addressed the “hole.”  (well, his cock did that…)
	A finger pre-probed the kinda tight anus, then his cock poked to the rim, Breezy latched onto her knees and Forrest’s cock began making slow-steady entry. 

	With mouths to feed hunting and trapping was a daily chore.  Forrest and Mason, and the other hunters would pay heed to be careful and not over hunt lest they hunt up all the hunt to be hunted.  There was no major chain grocery store to restock, they were living off the land and had to allow sufficient time to allow it to repopulate.  Mostly when hunting/trapping they (all the hunters) tried to off only the males and not any young males at that.
	Some good meadows and area of hunting interest there were within a day’s walk of the cabin.  Forrest and Breezy made their way back to the cabin carrying their catch and more berries when…
	Off over a small hill a “disturbance” there was.

Pussywillow
	What it was was unknown, to Forrest anyways.  He saw what he could only describe as a portal, with the sides concave and seemingly being pulled inward to another world.  
	“Stay here.” Forrest warned Danica, then slowly he moved through the tall grass to get a little closer.  

	There was no warbling sound like in the other portals encountered, there was only a sound of “whooshing” like air being sucked inward.  The new world could not be seen, not clearly--it was awashed with several colors that resembled boiling clouds--all gray with bright explosions of green lightning.
	Forrest felt the hairs on his neck standing out, there was a tingling sensation all around him.  Then, suddenly, he was sucked in!

	He really, though, wasn’t sure if he was actually “sucked” or what, or more to the thought that the Portal had enveloped him and he hadn’t moved at all.
	No grayness but blackness.  He saw what he thought he saw as the clouds again, ‘cept this time they were hideously black, but still boiling.  He then assumed that his environment had changed and the suddenness of such had fucked up his eyes and brain.
	He waited, standing still, his toes inside his boots digging into the ground.
	He didn’t have to wait long, slowly the blackness dissipated and there was a lush green world surrounding him.  It was more green than any mini-non birth world he had previously visited.  It was incredible, the hues of green were of a green not known to man.  The trees were magnificent, tall and wide and purely magnificent to behold--and covered mostly with the incredible shade of green moss.
	There were some boulders about, too.  A small stream, some hills, and everything for a setting of one being in the midst of a major deep-deep-out of this world forest.
	No noise.  No chirpings or squirrelings, no buzzings, or flutterings.
	Not a sound.  Not a breeze.  Not a smell.  It was a bit unnerving.

	A deep ancient forest it was, assumed Forrest.  Untouched with many of the trees and shrubs unknown to Forrest.  Some were similar, cedars, redwoods, oaks, birch, and fur.  It was a forest unlike Forrest had ever seen.  After a few minutes the air was noticeably cool.  There WERE birds chirping, far up in the great height of the trees.  Squirrels and chipmunks fluttered about the bark of the trees.  Somewhere deeper a branch fell to the moss covered forest floor.  It made very little sound as it hit.
	The near silence unnerved Forrest.  He closed his eyes, wrenched his fist tight and held his breath.  Was it Hell?  A sort of Hell?  A personal Hell brought on by his foolish antics in the other world, worlds?  A sort of punishment?  The silence was deafening, if that made sense.  He needed to hear voices, breezes, the sounds of fuckings in progress, spankings, gigglings, and even the occasional fart.
	But there was nothing. 
	He dared not move from where he had come in, wandering away from the “entry point” could be unwise.
	Presently, suddenly, a creature appeared.
	It walked right out of the woods and to the small clearing (on the forest floor anyways) of where Forrest stood.  It was as tall as Forrest, 6-foot and a couple of inches, was with a sheen layer of very white “fur” clad in a light colored gray cloak.  The creature was aided by the use of an ornate walking stick with a large bulbous crystal at the top.
	It stood gazing upon Forrest as Forrest stood gazing upon it.
	Male or female Forrest didn’t know.
	It had a tail.  A black and white stripped tail that whereas the black rings were mostly obscured by the white.  It was a cat.  A cat creature!  A creature cat that was by all appearances somewhat human-like.  It had long whiskers, short white fur along the exposed arms, a great furry head of white with a black nose, a bit of black speck to the tip of the ears.  It was a cat!  A domestic type creature of the feline variety, house kind.
	“You don’t belong here.” it said in English.
	“That’s right, I-I don’t, I--” and there was a sudden flash of brilliant light--followed by an incredible force of unknown kind but it hit Forrest square in the chest knocking the wind he needed to breathe out of him.  The force so powerful shoved Forrest backwards.
	When he landed a greater light enveloped him, so intense that even by shutting his eyes, shielding them with his arms the light penetrated his mind.  He screamed and found he was unable to move.

A Fraction of Insight
	“You okay?”
	Sunlight filled his eyes.  Something heavy sat on his chest, like a boulder!  Every fiber of his being seemed on fire.  Images flashed thru his mind, a pounding surf crashed in his head.
	“What the fu--” he sat up, so he thought, half way propping himself on his elbows he fell back.  Danica stared at him and repeated, “You okay?”
	“What--happened?”
	“I dunno,” she replied, you--”
	“How long gone?”
	Danica shook her head, “Uhm, not really sure--I sort of napped.”  she smiled like, “Oppsy!” but didn’t think it was a big deal.
	“Have-have we been out here all night and day?”
	“Uh, no, don’t think so, just a couple of hours.” it was getting late, though and they ought to be moseying home.
	Forrest felt better, there was no rock on his chest, his memory was somewhat clouded and uncertain.  He looked around, all was as it was, or had been.  He didn’t understand.  “Curse you, Cloud Dancing!” he said under his breath.
	Danica looked to him again with a curious, “Huh?” 

*

	At Silver Creek he knelt to wash his face, strange-strange images filled his mind, none of which he could make sense of.  The cold chilling water helped refresh him but did little to put the images in his noggin in order or some semblance thereof.
	“I hear something.” Danica suddenly said.
	Forrest heard it too.

Contemplations and other thoughts of whimsy
	The sun was glorious!  The air sublime!  The scenery and ye all that surrounded him/them was gorgeous and without strife.  It couldn’t be better.  Gently he rested his hand on the firm tender ass of his youngest, he wildest dreams of whimsy had been attained.  It had been rough going and nearly had it drowned them; coming to the new world was a toughie--excepting was something else.
	But, he had.  Sort of.
	Part of him believed that they were actually on some remote locale.  Maybe.  The only weird thing unexplainable but had to be taken as fact was the mousekin gel, Merrill.  She was a mouse!  A true to life human-like mouse!  
	Eric had no choice but to except her AND the fact they he and his family were in a new world, a parallel world.  It was inconceivable and unbelievable, but…
	He could live with it.  There were scads of peoples at the old Victorian house, all of whom shared the same likes--sex!  He could live with that, too.  
	Ruthie’s ass.  The sun gently caressed Ruthie’s ass, as did Eric himself.  Since coming to the new world he was more relaxed--everyone else was like him!  No judgement, no scorn, no ridicule.  He still wasn’t so at ease to go naked ALL the time like the teen boy Jake did.  There was the other adults, John and Mike and Stephan who also went nude most the time.  Stephan’s wife, Diane went proudly naked and Eric enjoyed that.
	Stephan and Diane’s teen daugher, Dana, was a lovely dish--she, too, went proudly naked and on only the 2nd day of the Shamdan’s landing on the beach and being incorporated into the Victorian house family, Eric was sinking his pud into Dana’s cunt.
	Girls Trisha and Kasey also received his cock, without a proper calendar it was a pure guess as to how long the group had been traveling beyond their Birth World, in the beginning Trisha had been merely eleven while friend Kasey had been twelve.  But it was guesstimated that both had aged at least a year.  As it was with them all.
	The second friend Jake had encountered in some desert area was John, John Calvary, and he had his two precious granddaughters with him, Brittany and Samantha.  Brittany had been twelve at the time of their departure, sibling Samantha had been merely seven.  Like the others, they had grown another year older.  Eric enjoyed them on the 3rd day, along with the previously mentioned Trisha and Kasey.
	It was very evident that the young girl, Goldie, was Jake’s.  Not biological connected, but close.  She seemed a bit “odd”, too, and Eric couldn’t place it.  He saw the girl sucking Jake’s cock, swallowing his love cream and then going right to John and Mike’s manly manhood.  She loved the taste of cock and jiz!
	Daddy Mike Colmes had his two precious children, Molly and Shannon.  At their time of departure to the new world(s) they had been ten and eight.  Eric got to rub his cock onto them on the fourth day, with Molly giving him a delicious blowjob while Shannon sucked off on her father nearby.
	Then there was Colleen, her friend Maggie, and Colleen’s little brother, Brian.  They had come with Mike during a debacle of kidnapping and seducing and etc.  Colleen and Maggie had been eleven, and despite being in the New World at least a year, Colleen still managed to appear eleven!
	Maggie had fully come to grips with her lot in life, she went nude, spread her legs, cheeks, or lips on a whim.  She helped with housework, gathering foodstuffs in the woods, and had sex with anyone of any sex any time.
	Colleen did so likewise as Maggie, but she was more reserved about it.  She was not one hundred percent into the dirty deeds done cheap, she was not that much of a pervert and the whole sex and deviant sex acts among the V-house group was sometimes kinda appalling to her.
	But, be that as it may, she was not a “stick in the mud” and didn’t raise a fuss, run away, or cause problems.  So, on the 6th day, Eric was sinking his bone into her three holes on a lazy sunny afternoon.
	In the evening just before the evening meal he porked her friend Maggie and fondled Colleen’s brother, Brian.
	The Birk family, Peter Birk, his sister Dana and Carol Anne, their mother Diane and dad, Stephan; Eric not only enjoyed Dana on the 2nd day he fondled, fingered, and licked out the little wonder, Carol Anne.  She was six and Eric had no qualms about the dirty illicit deed--’specially after seeing the girl’s brother, Peter, and another teen boy (Drake) fucking her.
	Eric’s cock was too big to fully make vaginal or anal penetration, but she sucked him and he rubbed tenaciously all over her sweet cunny and ass, spilling his love cream of which Maggie lapped up clean!
	On the 7th day he was boning Diane, the only other adult female aside from Eric’s wife.  In turn, Stephan boned Annie, Eric’s wife.  Annie was still under the “influence” of Zap’s device.  The kids of Eric and Annie were as they were.  They had come to realize their fate, they accepted the nuance of the new world, going naked, and the sex.  Simon especially adopted the new ways, lots and lots and lots of new pussy to fuck!  Mary and Lucy were a little hesitant, and Mary had not been fully involved in the sexual antics occurring at her house--she was only naughty unto her self (and a little to her boyfriend.)
	But in the new world, it took only a couple of days to shed clothes, go naked, and spread cheeks.  Lucy strangely was a little concerned about the blatant sex, afraid of getting pregnant, a disease of some kind, pregnant, and the sheer nastiness of it all.
	But, she adapted.
	Of course, Mary, Lucy, Simon, Ruthie, had to get used to seeing their parents nude.  Privately (and secretively) Mary and Lucy wanted to get boned by her dad, moreso Lucy than Mary.  Ruthie was iffy, she was curious.  But once meshed in with the others of the Victorian House, it seemed more of a natural thing than anything else.
	But it wasn’t until the 10th day that Lucy and Ruthie (at the same time) came to their daddy willingly to engage in immoral deviant sex.  Mary came two days later (willingly) after hearing the outrageous glorious details from her siblings.
	There was Holly, too, the tagalong friend of Lucy’s.  
	On the 12th day it was Simon who came to his dad, boner in hand and all.  He had seen his dad butt humping young Brain, bro of obstinate Colleen.  
	It would be awhile before Eric’s wife, Annie, would be able to freely be a “member” of the house group’s shenanigans, it was a slow process to revamp her mind and make her one of them.
	In the meantime…
	Ruthie farted.  Eric smacked her ass and Ruthie giggled.  They lay out on the sand of the beach, other than all the frolicking fucking and sucking and fondling that went on, there was the arduous tasks of gathering food, repairs to the house, making hot water possible, and etc.  Merrill and some of the older human kids were making feeble attempt at repairing the minotaur pirate ship, the Deathmonger in the hidden cave-cove.
	Ruthie had already received her father’s cock, she had slid nicely down onto the mammoth dong--her young cunny taking most of it as her young cunny had been “broken” in not only by Simon’s hard cunt loving prick but then by all the other swinging dicks of the V-House.  Young Brian especially seemed to like her, liked to fuck her as well as “hangout” with her.  He was with her currently laying in the sand belly down on the other side of Eric.
	Ruthie sat up, brushed the sand off her tanning body then came to sit on her father to press her delicate flower against his manhood.  They snuggled and cuddled and Eric moaned.  Balling his family had never been so good.
	Mary.
	She had come to him cautiously.  She had been dressed.  She had been embarrassed, greatly.  But in the days prior she had seen her dear ole dad--butt bare assed naked.  Mary, too, had seen John, Mike, Stephan, all the teen boys butt bare assed naked.  In that it was kind of a leeway, along with a mild fantasy come true.  She never thought--well, never really consciously thought that she would actually be in the midst of such frivolity.
	It was weird.
	And weirder still to contemplate making out with her dad!
	She had wanted to be with him, be naked sexually for some time, well--after the first couple of days after seeing him frolicking his willy willy-nilly like.  She even harbored secretly secret desires of actually wanting to be sexually perverted with him at their home!  She often masturbated to thinking of him sinking his bone into her.  But the moral fiber was deeply entrenched within her, a moral ethical code--he was her father AND he was a minister!
	But now, a new world--new rules.
	There WERE no rules.  You made them up as you went.
	Of course, it wouldn’t be a perfect society--every society needed Laws, a government, ethical/moral leadership--it was the basis of humankind.  A social development almost required a semblance of order.  But, the group at the Victorian home by the cliffside was different--they weren’t some society “just starting out.”  There were already developed intrinsic values (good and bad) that were essentially inert within them.  They had skills already a part of them, they talked and conceived notions and ideas, and walked upright!
	They were a derivative of an old society.
	Eric believed, as did the other astute members of the group, that they would do well.  They knew not to over hunt the forest and they were making some attempts at plucking food from the sea (it wasn’t going well but they were making attempts.)
	There was the worry about medical needs--there was no “doctor” on staff, a general doctor and a gyno doc along with a dentist were very much in the need.  (the twat doctor especially.)  but of course, there had been a time in all the world (the birth world) whereas the American Indians, Eskimos, tropical island natives, ancient cultures and so on--all had survived on their own utilizing inherent skills and what was around them.
	Those concerns, the girls of age coming up pregnant, were downplayed--as the Cock overrode the Good Sense & Judgment of the Mind.  Annie lay in the great bed beside him, zonked out.  Eric was reading one of the OLD books of the house, written in a script unknown (catkin) when Mary lightly tapped on the door and came in.
	Neither spoke for both knew--the time had come.  Eric lay atop the covers in a nothing but a thin full length nightshirt (it had come with the house…)
	Setting the book aside he gazed upon his daughter, she wore her faded jeans with the holes in the butt pockets and knees, loose fitting stripped red and white top.  Mary was tall, 6-ft. and an inch.  Slenderly built, athletic, a “B” student who usually averaged in the high “Cs”.  Long silky light brown hair, dazzling blue eyes, a sweet smile when she smiled.  Long had Eric longed to fuck her--willingly.  With Zap’s help he had nailed her in their bathroom floor that first time sometime back.  But now, in a new world, he would have her WILLINGLY!
	And that was a plus.
	And gave cause for his manhood to sprout.
	Mary had of course SEEN her daddy, naked in recent days, she had also seen him boffing the other girls (and boys) of the House.  She herself had finally submitted herself to openly getting frisky with the other cocks about, and allowing her daddy to see/watch.
	Now it was personal.
	Mary said nothing but undone her jeans and slid them down.  Eric almost lost the ability to breathe.  He smiled and pulled his night shirt up, then off.  His manhood proudly exposed for his daughter to gawk at.  And she did.
	Her upper lip was wet with sweat, so was her cunny (wet, but not with sweat.)  Her stripped top came off nextly, followed by her bra.  Eric closed his eyes and found himself stroking himself.  
	Mary paused a moment and then slid her panties down-down-down.
	Eric gazed upon his child’s nakedness, his smile wavered some and Annie slept on.  

	With his cock nestled nicely up into Ruthie’s quim, his mind filled with Mary.  Mary had come onto him, straddling him and accepted his manhood into her sex--all the while her mother lay right beside them!  Mary was already wet (and cumming) before her dad’s dong filled her cunny, she had long longed for the moment to arrive.
	Eric’s hands to his daughter’s ass, clenched and drove every bit of his schlong into her willing sex.  Mary’s cunt tightened up about his prong, bringing him in like a snake swallowing its prey.  
	Then there was Mary’s tits.
	Mary’s tits were right there for his delight.
	Delightful!
	Teenage perky breasts, Eric couldn’t hold off and helped himself--squeezing the seventeen year old mounds and nipping the nipples.  This only helped with their illicit union and Mary soon began humping to achieve orgasm.
	Tenderly as he boned Ruthie he recalled the tumultuous moment when he DID cum (into Mary.)  It had been fantastic.  Fantastic!  It was beyond words--it was beyond the experience when he had boned her in the bathroom.  Of course then she had been “zapped” by Zap and not willing.
	Mary had “cum”, a well--drenching his prick and soiling his balls and the sheets.  Neither cared.  They fucked and fucked and fucked and finally moved to the communal bathroom (two at each floor at one end of the hall) and fucked in the bathtub.
	Lucy had come to use the toilet and saw the two fooling around in the bath.  When she was done peeing, she stripped off her clothes but waited lingering nearby as the bathtub was only really designed for one.  
	After the bath, Lucy took a turn while Mary dried and watched from perching on the toilet.  Lucy toyed with her daddy’s dong, then on a dare and encouragement from Mary, Lucy sucked her daddy.
	Lucy also received her daddy’s dong to her backdoor--while still in the bath.  Mary grew restless, and horny, and went off to find “other” cock.  Eric and Lucy splashed in the bath and fucked up a fucking good fuck.

	His bone ached inside Ruthie’s cunt, it swelled and pulsed, he wasn’t sure if he was cumming or not and slightly worried if he had possibly impregnated Mary and/Lucy?  Of course they were taking dick from ALL the cocks in the group, it was bound to happen sooner or later.
	Just as Eric was surging more and more and an orgasm was on the verge, his 40-something year old eyes caught sight of something, off to sea.  From above the breeze blowing off the sea he heard shouts from the Crow’s Nest on one of the towers of the Vic House.
	“Ship O-Hoy!”
	A ship, a ship was on the horizon!

In the Forest with Forrest
	3 Part Harmony
	It was huge.  Almost mammoth.  It was futuristic.  It was a wheeled vehicle of incredibly enormous proportions.  It looked as one of those land vehicles from a Science Fiction movie set and it occupied space between two rolling hills.  A small clux of peoples meandered about, they had come together out of necessity.  They were worthy of Forrest’s astute attention.
	By sly attention it was noted there were three groups.  One group had two teens, a boy and a girl, with as many as FOUR kids all under ten years of age!  Another group had three teens, a pre-teen, and a tweeny (ten).  By observation they appeared to be siblings all.  The third group was one of the most interesting; headed by a single adult male, with him were three children, also under ten years young.
	It would take a few days of “spying” to get the gist of the group to see if they were worthy of “contact” and invite to the House of Forrest.  Meanwhile, Forrest was plagued with ‘visions’.  Vision he did not understand or fully comprehend.  He wasn’t even sure if they were to be classified as “disturbing”.
	He decided that when it was time, his mind would put the pieces together and he would understand.  In the meantime…

	The Song
	Spencer Batchy and Meghan Speers were the two teens of one group, the first group.  With them were Nicole Wen, Jane Keshi, Warren Lotts, and Joel Underwood.  Seven and eight years young.  Spencer and Meghan were like some other teens, (Morgan & Logan) they were babysitters in charge.  Unlike previous characters Morgan and Logan whereas they did not know of one another’s illicit antics until spying and so forth and so on, Spenser and Meghan well enough knew one another’s naughty illicit immoral antics.
	And it was Meghan who initiated firstly--and she had been YOUNG, too.  From an early age (five) she had found the joys of fingering herself.  When caught by her mother, scolded and spanked, Meghan was only prompted to pursue the act--but more in private and when she was assured that she WOULDn’t get caught.
	Time passed along and there was school.  There, too, was Spencer Bathcy.  At the time, he was cute--er, handsome.  Spencer had looks, appeal, and charm.  He was also had an air of naïve about him.  Not that he was sheltered, just he was not so well learned about certain things as Meghan was.
	Spencer was the newboy and so he didn’t exactly fit in to the 3rd grade way of things.  And being a country plowboy he really stood as he tried to make his way into a suburban way of life.  
	He was kinda shy, but damn cute.  He had charm, poise, and Meghan’s attention.  There were plenty of boys at the Curtwood Public Elementary School, some Meghan knew--very well in facts, but none seemed special enough to really warrant Meg’s attention (desire.)
	For Spenser, he was nine and had only just began becoming “aware” of his boyhood.  It got stiff, it got “aroused” it get fondled--he was Catholic and it (his cock) got felt on by the family priest.  But that was all, a light fondling and caressing of his genitals and ass, nothing more.  The family of Spencer moved before “anything else” could happen…
	As stated, Meghan had set her eyes on the young fella--and his fella!  
	Spencer didn’t have any particular girl he “like-liked”, he liked them all!  But being the new kid and all, it would be a while before any of them would speak to him.
	‘ceptin’ of course, Meghan Speers.
	And Meghan’s first question was:  “Are you nasty?”
	No way was Spencer going to answer that, not truthfully anyways.  And he really wasn’t, he liked looking at girls, he was curious about what girls looked like under their clothes, and he liked humping his pud.  Casually he thought of being with a girl naked, swimming or something.  He wanted to see a girl at least in her panties, peeing, farting, something to do with being naked…
	Meghan Speers had caught him off guard, she was bold.  At the lunch recess Spencer like to be alone, he wasn’t too athletic and shied away from those activities when he could.  He preferred to be along the far back fence where the grass was overgrown, there was a small ditch and old outbuildings nearby.  Beyond the fence was a hundred yards of brush, a pair of railroad tracks and then a cotton warehouse.
	Spencer liked to lay in the ditch and watch the girls--’specially those girls who wore skirts or dresses.  His eyesight was keen and could see panty shots every now and then when some girls were unwarily close at hand and doing flips and twists.
	When pressed, Spencer hid behind the old outbuildings used for storage and whipped out his pud to give it a good “spanking.”  he sometimes whizzed on the dirty white clapboards of the building, trying to pee on the windows, too.
	There was an underground passageway from the school grounds that went under a four lane stretch of road (2-lanes in each direction) that emptied to the residential areas beyond. 
	Just prior to entering into the dark abyss, Meghan posed that very que: are you nasty?  Spencer always waited and watched who went into the passageway, and lingered awhile before going in himself.  Of course, there was the other way, out the front of the school where the hordes of busses were lined up, parents picking up their kids, and crossing the busy intersections--thru the passage was faster and was a shortcut.
	Once he was sure the bullies he knew of had dispersed, he made his descent.  Then Meghan was suddenly at his side piping her inquiry.  She had him, in a corner.  Spencer didn’t know what to say.  What could he say, if he said Yes, she’d most likely haul off and SMACK him.  If he said No, …
	If he said NO…
	He didn’t know.  He was perplexed.
	Then, Meghan helped him, “’cause I am.” she said with a smile and a wink.
	She still had him perplexed, he was stunned.  He REALLY didn’t know what to say or do.  Then Meg helped him out some more, taking his hand and leading him down into the passageway.
	Dark and gloomy in the passageway, not well lit and with the traffic rolling some feet above them it made the whole experience of underground travel rather spooky.
	Be that as it may, Meghan and Spencer made their way into the gloom.  Spencer was clueless and didn’t know what to expect.  When about the middle of the passageway, Meghan paused to announce, “I gotta pee.”
	Spencer rolled his way, ‘we gotta walk ALL the way back to the--’
	And then Meghan hiked up her short plaid skirt, squatted, and the sound of “peeing in progress” began.
	Spencer stared to the classmate, she was grinning (and peeing!)
	Then, something strange was happening between his legs, specifically his cock.
	“Don’t you got to pee, too?” asked Meghan with the still big grin on her face.
	Spencer stared, his asshole tightened and his cock began to surge.  
	With his mouth agape he was just about to “whip it out” when “voices” came to his ears--from both ends of passage.
	“Shit!” bitched Meghan.  Quickly she pulled up her panties, of which Spencer got a brief glimpse of.  He felt a slight trickling of “something” in his underwear…
	From the street end of the passageway came three boys, Herb “the Nose” Handleman, Eric “Shooter” Paulsy, and Frank “Grimey” Kussins.  All three were jerks, assholes, and bullies, with Shooter being the lead bully.  He already had it in for new boy Spencer and Spencer was on the lookout constantly for the troublemaker.
	As the boys neared Spencer and Meghan there was recognition.
	“Well, well, well,” sneered Shooter, “what the fuck we got here?”
	“Looks like two wittle lost mice, Shooter!” snickered Grimey.
	“Yeah, two wittle lost mice!” 
	“Fuck off, Shooter.” bitched Meghan.
	Grimey and the Nose “Ohhhhhed” and Shooter feigned a lunge attack--of which Spencer reared back--of which the three school thugs broke out into uproarious laughter.
	Of which Spencer pelted Shooter square in the face.
	Of which Assist. Principal Warramott witnessed.
	“If you’re going to fight someone, do so off-campus and where I cant see.”
	“Yes sir.”  asshole.
	Spencer chewed hard his lower lip, it was near three-thirty, no one was there, but it was sanctuary.  He feared, too, that Warramott would call his folks; of his mom she wouldn’t mind too much, worry and fuss and gripe at him.  Of his dad?  His dad would be pissed--and that would be bad.
	“As for punishment--” Warramott went on, he nodded to Spencer and the boy moved slowly around the desk--his eyes focused on the great wooden paddle the man had in his right hand.
	“Oh shit!” he blurted out loud.
	“I would have hoped,” said Warramott, “that a new student from a country setting would have better manners, but since you don’t…” and he reached for Spencer, placing the nine year old across the awaiting lap.
	There was the customary “feel” up, which was familiar to Spencer as the priest back in his hometown Town used to do the very same thing--feeling him up at the ass.
	Warramott squeezed Spencer’s ass, caressed the whole of the butt and then the thighs and then--
	SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!
	Three very hard smacks to the ass that nearly sent poor Spencer out of his pants.  He didn’t cry or yell out but there was significant pain to his ass.
	Then, the rest was sort of a blur, Warramott yanked down Spencer’s pants AND underwear and smoothed his hand over the boy’s ass.  
	SWAT!  SWAT! SWAT!
	Tears exploded out of Spencer’s eyes, he couldn’t contain himself.  He wriggled and gyrated about and that seemed to be fine with Warramott, the man squeezed and probed Spencer’s ass until the phone rang.
	“NO more fighting, understand?” Warramott chastised the young new student.
	Spencer could barely nod as he stood with his pants and underwear down rubbing his blistered ass.  He shook and trembled and stood rigid, Warramott casting his eyes to the young boy’s penis.
	He let the phone ring and ring and ring…

	When the intercom sprang to life Warramott excused Spencer.  Spencer pulled up his clothes, wiped his eyes and went out of the hellish office.  He was surprised to find Meghan sitting in the green vinyl sofa chairs outside the office, waiting.
	They walked to the end of the corridor that opened to the playing field.  To the right were English classes, to the left storage rooms and then the “B” parking lot for faculty.  Next to it the place where bikes were hitched up during the day and then the passageway.
	Spencer’s ass was still on fire.  Neither he or Meghan had spoken word one since leaving the office.  As typical for a girl, Meghan had her hands folded across her chest clutching her books.
	“I heard the swatting,” she said at length, “are you okay?” foolish to ask but…
	Spencer shrugged.  In part, Meghan blamed herself, in part.  But Spencer DID haul off and smack Shooter…
	Sucking in his breath he stepped off the sidewalk and made for the passageway.
	“We can go around, if you want.” offered Meghan.
	NOW she offers…
	Spencer shook his head, “It’s okay.”

	There was no “peeing” stop in the middle of the gloomy passage, the two went on and came out to the bright sunlit open beyond.  There was a large mobile home park tract spanning far right and left with a side/access street.  The two students turned right to make their way along to their residential neighborhood a few blocks away.
	“Wanna come to my house?” Meghan offered.
	Oh?
	Spencer shrugged, his mom didn’t get home until 4:30, his dad didn’t roll in until 5:30.  It was just a little after 3:30 currently.
	“Uh, sure.” he said.
	“No one’s home,” Meghan continued, “my mom works late and my dad is out of town.”
	OH!

	Meg’s house was nice--not exactly HER house, but you know…
	It was quaint with a nice yard, backyard, garage, all the amenities of this and that atypical of a suburban dwelling in the shadow of a big city.  And no one was home but Meghan and Spencer.
	Spencer was offered a cold drink, he noted the six pac in the fridge, too.  A bit of fudge, general chit-chat and then…
	“Does it still hurt?”
	Spencer knew what she was referring to.  ‘Hell YA it still hurts!’ and it did.  He nodded, “Yeah, kinda stings.”
	There was a quiet moment for a moment, then--
	“I can make it feel better.”
	Spencer blinked his eyes excessively, “W-what?”

	Meghan’s bedroom was nice, Spencer had never been in a girl’s room.  It was neat, picked up, and “girlie.”  Spencer didn’t mind the girlie stuff, it was a GIRL’S room.
	“So, like have you ever seen a girl--naked?”
	Spencer almost choked.  He blushed and his cock surged (again.)
	Meghan smiled, “Do you want to?”
	Spencer could barely breathe.  Surreptitiously he concealed his boner with his hand, Meghan watched him, he blushed even more.  With Spencer’s shrug, Meghan slipped off her top and then lowered her skirt.  Spencer’s cock near busted thru his jeans.  He began to feel hot, sweaty all over and there was a trickling of “that stuff” in his underwear again.
	Meghan stood in her panties, purple panties with a green cartoony dragon on the front.  Spencer’s mouth hung open and he was no longer breathing, barely thinking!
	Meghan then did lower the green dragon panties and stood butt bare assed naked.  
	She turned about, showing off her bod.
	“Well, whattya think?” she asked.
	Spencer could barely contain himself.  “I-I dunno--” 
	Meghan loved it, to have a boy flustered.  She flopped onto her bed, laying flat out on her back, opening her legs.  Spencer’s eyes fell onto her poon.  To describe it he couldn’t, not in the reporting--of which was no big deal to Forrest, not when he had an “implant” in his noggin that allowed him such pleasures as “peeking” into someone’s mind, seeing their memories.
	Forrest saw that at nine years young Meghan had a nice poon, a few hairs of potential blonde had come sprouting, and it looked as though, too--the girl was NOT virginal.
	Slowly she frigged herself, fingered her cunny enticingly.  Spencer stood dumbfounded staring, ogling; more and more of his “sticky” pee soiled his underwear.
	Meghan sat up and gave Spencer a look.  You know the one.
	After twisting her mouth, waiting, she sighed and came off of the bed and approached him.  He was frozen.  He was as red as a tomato and hard as a rock.  Meghan brushed her hand against Spencer’s hand and then grabbed a holt of his boner.
	“Ohhhh!” she said, “It feels like a BIG one!”
	For sure Spencer couldn’t breathe.  Meghan gripped his bone and squeezed.  Then she moved to her naked knees and began undoing his clothes!
	Spencer pulled off his own shirt, but nasty Meghan pulled down his pants and underwear.  When his “willy” popped free of its confinement Meghan gripped the member and stroked it lovingly.  It was a slender skinny cock, and had soiled itself.  Meghan latched her mouth about the erection and began sucking.
	And sucking.
	And sucking…

	The sucking led to out and out fucking, Meghan laid out on her bed, leading Spencer to her by tugging on his cock.  They dispensed with the foreplay and went straight to “getting it on.”  it was Spencer’s first fuck.  He liked it.  A lot.  He wanted more.  A lot.
	After screwing Meghan (and subsequently SERIOUSLY cumming off) Meghan loved on his ass--in that while on all fours on the floor Meghan got on her knees and caressed the boy’s butt--which had returned to its normal shade of near lily white. 
	After caressing she began kissing the flesh, she cupped his balls up thru his legs and sucked on them, too.  When Spencer’s cock was stiff again, they fucked again--this time with Meghan on top while on the floor.
	They then took a shower together and while doing so, they fucked some more.  While drying, Meghan got Spencer to spank her, she seemed to like it.  Spencer’s cock never died down, it flopped about and he spanked the girl’s bare ass with it before Meghan reached behind and guided the puddling into her fuckable asshole.
	To Spencer he didn’t care, a hole was a hole was a hole to be filled.

	Spencer loved “making it” with Meghan.  He didn’t know what was the best, though, sinking his cock into her cunny, asshole, or mouth!  There, too, was the humping on her ass flesh, grinding against her gash, and humping between her smallish mounds.  
	It was the skin, he guessed, that he liked.  Meg’s skin was SOFT.  Soft and alluring (although he had no clue what ALLURING meant).  He didn’t care, either.  His cock liked it, his eyes were pleased as well as his hands.  AND (as a bonus) she was willing!
	Licking out her cunny was good, too.  He didn’t about such things and at first was kind of appalled, but--got to like it.  Mostly it was due in part that Meg liked it.  Her young body twitched all over the place as he laid his cock to her.  They had good fun.

	The following day Spencer was minding his business in the library.  His mind and body still soaring from the previous day’s activities with Meghan.  They had met as they at the corner of a street on their way to school, general chit-chat until they got to the passageway.  They waited until most of the students had passed thru then went along themselves.
	In about the middle, Meghan stopped (again).
	“Wanna do it?” she asked.
	Spencer looked to her stunned.  “Y-you mean, right here?  Now!?”
	Meghan smiled, hiked up her skirt and planted her butt against the cold hand railing that ran along the cold stone work of the passage.
	No panties.
	Spencer fingered and fingered the girl’s cunny, Meghan fished out his cock, stroked it to ultimate stiffness and then guided it into her sex. They then indeed fucked “right then and there.”
	The sensation was beyond comprehension.  Spencer was only nine, but it was the most fantastic thing he had ever done.  There were “other” fantastic things (to cum later…)
	Anyways, after the passageway fuck, they mosied to the bathroom for a little cleanup.  They were in different classes so they didn’t get to see one another until lunch time.  At one time period before lunch Spencer was in the library for some research.  He was in the history section when Shooter appeared suddenly as if from out of nowhere.
	“You went to Warramott’s office, huh?” it was more of a statement than that of an inquiry.
	Spencer gulped and noted that none of Shooter’s buddies were with him.
	“Yeah, he hauled me off there.” he noted the slight bruise to Shooter’s face, Forrest could see it, as well--not bad for a nine year old!
	“You get whooped?”
	Spencer reared back his head a little--kinda nosey, wasn’t he?
	“Uhm, yeah.” Spencer said with a shrug, ‘what of it?’
	“Been there, too.” Shooter said.
	‘Oh.’  then, ‘and?’
	“You get felt up?”
	Then it came to him, Spencer had somewhat repressed what had happened to him the fateful day in Warramott’s office.  Once his pants AND underwear had been lowered to his ankles, his ass already seriously flaming heat--Warramott fondled him.
	A lot.
	Spencer nodded.  He didn’t truly understand what “felt up” meant, but he sorta figured it out.  He twisted his mouth and nodded.
	“He go up your ass, too?”
	Spencer gulped and began to sweat.  He couldn’t look Shooter in the eye, he frankly didn’t recall.  Forrest looked back and saw that Warramott had only finger fucked young Spencer, fondled the boy’s balls thru his legs, and was possibly on the verge of “going up his” when the phone on his desk continued to bug him.
	“Yeah, me, too.” Shooter remarked.
	Spencer had to reflect--what exactly did that mean?  Up the ass.
	Slowly it sort of kind of came to him--he had fucked Meghan “up the ass”  did it mean the same thing?  He then looked to Shooter.  Warramott had fucked SHOOTER up the ass?  Damn!

	The relationship between Shooter and Spencer changed.  They had something in common.  One day, some days after the incident in the library, Grimey and another wanna-be bully up and coming and the boy’s brother from the 5th  grade were hassling Spencer--when Shooter walked up.  Shooter wasn’t well built for being a tough bully, but it was his stance and the way he carried himself.
	“Knock it off.” he told the three.
	The three boys were a little stunned, but not wanting to piss off their so-so leader, they knocked off hassling Spencer.
	Spencer said nothing, just a slight nod and he was off.
	Later that day towards the end of the school day session, the two would-be pals met up again.
	“Thanks, dude.” Spencer said.
	“No prob.”
	Then, after a couple more awkward moments, 
	“So, you wanna hang out or something?”
	The “something” Shooter referred to meant after school, at his house playing video games.  It also meant dissen Meghan.  It was okay, though, he told Meghan at lunch he had to do something after school, immediately.  Meg was cool and Spencer entered into a new realm of experience.
	At Shooter’s house his mother was there, along with a 3-yr old little sister.  The mother was not cool, she was a bitch.  As soon as Shooter got in the door he was being bitched at--and it didn’t matter that Spencer was right behind him.
	After the bitching out, the mother left--putting Shooter in charge of the sibling.  The sibling, Sara, ran amok clad only in her panties.  Shooter broke to the video games and the two boys played.
	The house was a little cluttered, upper low income type abode.  After playing around awhile Shooter asked “so, did it hurt?” 
	Spencer again wasn’t sure what he was referencing but it came to him.
	“Yeah, a little.” he lied, he wasn’t sure as he didn’t really remember.
	“Yeah, me too.” said Shooter.  Then, “It gets better after awhile.”
	Spencer had to let that sink in a while.  ‘after awhile?’
	“H-how many times--” 
	“At least twice a month.” Shooter said with some air of ‘no big deal.’
	“Damn!” drawled out Spencer.
	“Does he--does he do anything else?” Spencer was curious.
	“Well, he sucks me and--”
	Spencer eyes bulged, “He SUCKS you!?!” it was inconceivable and unbelievable.  
	“Yeah,” Shooter said back, “no biggie.” with a simple shoulder shrug.
	Spencer thought of Meghan sucking him, he liked it.  But what was it like for someone like Warramott to suck?
	“Did he suck you?” Shooter wanted to know.
	Strangely, Spencer couldn’t recall.  Forrest peeked and saw Warramott doing so, sucking the boy’s cock and his balls while caressing the stunned lad’s searing ass--all the while the desk phone rang and rang and rang.
	“Did you like it?” Shooter asked not waiting for an answer.
	“Uh, I-I guess so.”
	Shooter grinned, and was going to say something else when the little running amok sibling came about and it was evident she had a problem.
	“Aw man!” griped Shooter.  Sara had pissed in her panties.
	Shooter got up and picked up his sister and carried her to the hall bathroom.  “Hey, dude,” he said, “Come ‘ere.”  
	Spencer came to the door and saw Shooter just removing the tykes wet undies.  He rinsed out the soiled undies, rung them out then tossed them into the clothes hamper.
	“Look what I can get her to do.” grinned Shooter, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his pud, it was already stiff and the little girl a little embarrassed with a stranger present, gripped the dick and masturbated it--THEN, on light encouragement from her brother--sucked it.
	Spencer was awed.  Not appalled, but awed.
	He was also suddenly hard.

	A minute or so, maybe two or maybe it was three minutes later and Shooter pulled out of his little sisters mouth, pressing his erection all over the girl’s face.
	“Want her to do you?” he asked.
	Spencer nearly lost his ability to breathe.  He stared dumbfoundedly to Shooter, he knew it was wrong--wasn’t it?
	Spencer pressed the heal of his hand to his bulge--he was in agony.
	It was then Spencer noticed Shooter eyeing him.  Eyeing his bulge.  It made him a little uncomfortable.
	“Take it out, dude,” Shooter said, “let her suck it.”
	Spencer still held back.
	“I’ll keep Kates and his goons off ya back.”
	“Kates?”
	“That dude from the fourth side (4rth grade).”
	“Oh.” and after a moment of thought, Spencer unleashed his schlong and got a blowjob from a three year old.
	It wasn’t bad, she WAS good.
	While being sucked, Shooter got behind his sister and ran his cock up and down the girl’s ass crack--he also humped the crack and soon was inching his nine year old cock into the three year old’s hole.  Spencer was awed.  Beyond awed.  Still not appalled, just awed.

	His mind was blank.  He thought of Meghan, though, but mostly his mind was blank.  The feeling, the sensation of what he did was similar to what he did to Meghan, but it was different.  It was different ‘cause he was putting it to Sara rather than Meghan.  And Sara was three!  Three!  
	Her brother held her little tyke legs back while Spencer laid his cock against her young cunny and humped.  He firstly merely humped the little slit but as he did so it slipped in.  it felt better “in” than “out” so he left it be.
	Spencer humped his fill, his eyes going from the little girl’s face to Shooter’s cock--it rested up against Sara’s face and at times he placed his balls into the girl’s mouth and she sucked them!
	Then, Shooter repositioned his sister on the bathroom floor, placing her on her hands and knees and then spreading her cheeks--as Spencer watched, Shooter put his cock into Sara’s asshole.
	After a bit, Shooter pulled out and whacked himself.  Sara scampered off and Spencer was hard--hard-ER.  It was then Shooter did something unconscionable--he reached out and latched onto Spencer’s cock and whacked him!
	Then, that was followed by ball fondling and then--something even more unbelievable…
	He sucked.
	He did!
	Eric “Shooter” Paulsy sucked on Spencer Batchy’s cock!

	From sucking to fucking.  Spencer wasn’t sure how it happened, but he soon found himself stuffing his cock up Shooter’s asshole.  After Shooter washed his dick off, Spencer also sucked the boy’s cock!  
	They both showered together and with their schlongs soaped up and hard, they fucked one another to glory.  Thereafter, they re-fucked Sara’s three holes and Spencer went home--dazed, confused, and hard.

	In the days that followed--Spencer split his time between Shooter and Meghan--having sex with them both, including Shooter’s little sis, Sara.  One day Spencer was making his way to Shooter’s and paused when he heard a great deal of commotion from within the house.  Someone was getting beaten.  
	Suddenly, out the backdoor flew Shooter, naked.  He had been beaten on pretty good by the marks on his bare backside, then his brusque mother appeared chasing after him with a belt in one hand and a clenched fist in the other, cussing and screaming at the top of her lungs.  Shooter flew over the back fence and hid out in the alley.  Spencer didn’t know what happened and went back home.
	Shooter didn’t come to school the following day.  Or the next, or the next or…
	It was a week before he did.  And he was quiet.  
	What happened remained a mystery--forever.  Sort of.  It was kinda sorta figured it by Spencer (and Forrest) that the boy probably got caught molesting his sister--and his mother nutted up on his sorry hide.
	Then, Spencer and Meg were hanging out, waiting to go into the passageway, pee, fuck, run amok naked, and go to Meg’s house and do the same things there, when commotion there was.  There were still students about, it was the end of the school session; getting the gist of what happened took a little doing, but a crowd had gathered at one of the bathrooms--boys’ bathroom to be precise.  Principal characters involved where Shooter, the Nose, Grimey, another boy, and the bully boy from the 5th grade.
	And Assist. Principal Warramott.
	From what gossip Spencer and Meghan gathered, Shooter and his cronies were playing “grab ass” in the bathroom, pants down sucking one another when pissed off bully Truck Sims from the 5rh grade through up the door and let everyone see the goings on.
	Warramott had been called to a fake fight in the area and when the boys’ bathroom door had been opened--he saw Shooter sucking off Grimey, the other boys had their pants down masturbating.
	The boys were yanked into Warramott’s office--where in mere moments greats sounds of spanking commenced.  Spencer clenched up tight as he imagined the boys also being fucked, fondled, fucked, fingered, and fucked (in between being spanked.)
	The very next day…
	Shooter arrived at school, barged into Warramott’s office--and promptly blew the assistant principal into oblivion.  He then put the gun of his father’s into his own mouth and plastered the walls with his brains a second later.
	Counseling for the students followed in the days that followed--Spencer and Meghan continued their sex antics without batting an eye.

Up and Coming Cum Stains
	That was then, then as Meghan and Spencer had been young.  They carried their sex antics thru the summer at Summer Camp, while their families banned together for a camping trip, when they went with their friends for their own camping trip to the beach, and so on.
	At length Spencer began to cum.  Meghan loved his spunk and Spencer loved cumming.  The feeling of ejaculating was ten times as better as it had been prior!
	As the two sex crazed lovers emerged into teen hood, they took on the responsibilities of caring for others--in that of babysitting/looking after young people.  (young naïve people). 
	Nicole, Jane, Warren, and Joel were “young people.”  All four of the “young people” had caught/spied/viewed Meghan and Spencer making out and then out and out fucking.  On the sly, Meghan and Spencer brought the four in on their doings.  One at a time with Meghan getting Nicole Wen to get naked with Spencer.  When done so, Spencer licked out the girl’s cunny.  Nicole was Korean, born in Korea but moved to the States when she was nigh but three.  She was sheltered, naïve, and not wise to the wills of Naughtiness.  She observed with awe when Meghan and Spencer got naked and had sex.  Nicole was an only girl, her mother didn’t speak English and her father worked too hard, so with Meghan and Spencer she spent a lot of her time and what went on during that time she kept to her self.
	Nicole watched with awe as Meghan masturbated Spencer, Nicole had never-ever seen a boy nude and couldn’t even imagine what a boy looked like undressed.  She marveled at Spencer’s schlong and with very little effort/encouragement from Meghan, she at length took over the stroking & pleasing of Spencer’s fifteen year old cock.
	Meghan knew her naughty lover liked ‘em young, she saw it in his eyes, and the “wet spot” on his jeans when young girls were about.  When he fucked Meghan just after viewing such young delights there was a little more “umph” to his humping.
	After jerking off Spencer, Nicole was nextly schooled in the art of “giving head.”  There was firstly the “kissing”, pressing the lips to the glistening knob, then the rolling the tongue about the sensitive crown, the tongue diddling the piss slit, and finally the engulfing.
	Nicole did a superb job and Spencer rewarded her with his love cream.  Nicole didn’t overly enjoy the teen spunk, but got used to it.  She eventually could “engulf” the whole of Spencer’s wang, too!  She fondled his balls, rubbed his ass, and sucked the life out of his cock!  She was a pro.
	Jane Keshi was Japanese.  Half and half, mother was Japanese, father a military American.  Like Nicole, though, a little naïve--’specially in regards to those things like sex.  She was, though, not shocked or awed by nudity--she had three brothers.  Two boys were older while another was younger and there was no modesty in the Keshi household; even their parents went about naked at times.
	But sex?  Jane knew of not the wonders of sex, personal or otherwise. So when she saw Meghan pleasing herself, she was curious.  And Meghan, naturally, taught the girl the fine art of finger banging.
	Spencer meanwhile was teaching self stimulation to Warren and Joel.
	Both boys of whom Spencer liked, they liked him, and he “watched” them while their folks were away or working.  Spencer took the boys to the mall, sports field, arcade, and pizzeria.  Spencer also cooked a meal or two for the boys and when Warren got his dinky caught in his pants’ zipper, Spencer was there to ‘help’ out--via fondling, soothing caressing, ass rubbing, and finally oral loving.
	Warren liked.  A lot.  It felt good, helped the hurt, and felt good.
	Joel merely caught Spencer whacking off.  Spencer taught the boy the art of jacking and though the lad was kinda young, he managed just the same.  
	So, at length, Warren firstly joined Spencer with Meghan.  At a secluded area of a park Warren watched as Meghan sucked off Spencer.  With again little encouragement from Spencer Warren hauled out his little seven year old dinkus and Megan fondled it, kissed and caressed the little wanker and finally devoured it.
	This only led to Meghan getting partially naked (pants and undies to the ankles, blouse open--no bra.)  and this only led to young Warren fucking Meghan.
	While doing so, Meg noted Spencer with a terrific boner.  She wondered if it was because of the “sex act” between her and Warren or something other.
	Something other.
	While Warren fucked, Spencer roamed his hands over the boy’s pumping ass, into the crack, probing the virgin pooter hole, and clutching the boy’s testicles up thru his lap.  Soon Spencer was humping up along the cleft of the boy’s ass.
	This only prompted Meghan to bring Spencer to her so as she could suck him, suck his balls, and get her young lover to sample teen cock.

	Joel Underwood went along with Spencer and Meghan on a sort of date.  They went to a drive-in movie whereas when the science fictiony space picture began to show Spencer and Meghan got daringly naked in the backseat with Joel in the front.  Only half way thru did the boy look in the back to see something better than Mutant Ninja Tomatoes in Space.
	When the credits were rolling Joel was cumming (off).
	Before long the four young ones were tagging along with the two horn dog ones.  And again, with little encouragement needed, the four got naked and joined in on the sex-tivities.
	Then, just one time prior before entering into the new world experience Joel was fucking Nicole, Warren was doggie styling Jane while Jane was on all fours sucking off Spencer’s cock.

New World Glories
	He had to say that of all the potential worlds to have possibly come into, the world Jake was a good one.  Although there were adults who were more apt to be the “leader” at the Victorian home by the cliff-sea side, Rev. Eric Shamdan deemed Jake No Last Name Given (it had been forgotten) to be the esteemed leader.  He went nude most of the time, his body had been nicely nearly tanned to the point of being nearly mostly bronze!  His hair was not haggy, but long and thick.  So was his cock!
	He was a nice boy and it was several weeks before he and Eric had time along together.  In the meantime, Jake had screwed the other family members of Eric’s, as well as sunk his pud into Zap’s family (including Zap!)  
	Eric was yet to be one hundred percent comfortable with the daily nudity thing; his family members, however, were not.  Mary and Ruthie especially.  Simon, too.  Lucy was a little unsure and modest, but after a week she was basically nude most of the time--’cept those times when she was experiencing her “period.”  as it was for most the girls who had that uncomfortable time.  They wore basic underwear or something until the experience had passed--then it was back to skin!
	
Nature Love
	Ever take one of those long-long-long healthy pisses?  It’s almost as good as sex!  I said almost.  After the long-long healthy pee, Jake rubbed his ass, farted, and fondled himself.  Beside him, the Reverend Eric Shamdan also took a long whiz, also farted, and also fondled himself.  
	In the days previous since the arrival of the Shamdan-Fannigan family, Jake and Eric had only “watched” one another fuck the others of the group; they had taken part in double-doinking Eric’s wife and daughters, but hadn’t really “fooled around” with one another.
	Until…
	Both were alone in the woods aways from the house by the sea, naked, just being out and being men (peeing in the woods.)  The woods had changed--sort of, a different shade of green, more thick lusher moss and ferns and other assorted ground cover.  It was a good place to take a whiz.
	After whizzing and stepping away from the new “pond” they had created, they continued fondling themselves.  It only led to casual fondling of one another.  And that only led to Jake taking Eric’s bone to his mouth and sucking the man into euphoria.
	It wasn’t as good as having a girl/woman suck, but it would do.

	Afterwards, more frolicking with Eric butt humping Jake.  Jake was turning out to be a fine boy, a fine boy.  Practically a man!  Though he didn’t know the exactness of the Time, he figured he had had his fifteenth birthday.  He was probably half way onto his sixteenth!  But time in the New World meant very little.  No job to go to, school, or anything of the like.  Time was virtually meaningless.  Jake and his group had been at the Victorian house by the cliff & sea almost a month or two before someone started a calendar. 
	After Eric had stuffed Jake’s backdoor sufficiently, Eric pulled a cheek of his own and Jake slammed him.  The two frolicked in the clover/moss for most the afternoon.  Gray clouds came in slowly and the two began making their way back to the house.
	“Think that ship WAS on its way back to Mossland?”
	Eric didn’t know.  Merrill the mouse gel was sure of it, the ship was further out than the spyglass in the crow’s nest of the Vic house could detail, but Merrill didn’t believe there were too many ships sailing the open waters.  She was sure it was the Kalamath, making way back to her homeland, the North Church, still seeking treasures and slaves.
	The minotaur ship, Deathmonger, tucked away in the hidden cave-cove was seaworthy, it only needed a seaworthy crew!  Rumors were abounding about the human folk getting involved.  Jake was for it, but wary.  He was no fighter, gunpowder was not yet available in the catkin/ratkin world, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t.  The main means of weaponry were swords.  All types of swords, knives, dirks, and anything with a sharp edge.  Almost as dangerous and deadly as guns!

*

You ever wake up screaming and then realize that you haven’t fallen asleep yet?
	The House was in sight when off to their right came a shriek.  An ear piercing “help me its going to kill me” shriek.  Jake and Eric bolted (butt naked) thru the clover, across a creek, up a hill, down a hill, around a hill, and nearly fell over the suddenly appearing DEEP depression in the landscape.  Why it had never been discovered before was not known, but it was there.  It was mostly camouflaged with the lush greenery of the woods and a ways out from the normal area the Vic house group explored.
	There was a cave, a cave mostly obscured by the health vegetation.
	Inside was some screaming their head off, a girl’s voice.
	It took a little doing but Jake and Eric made their way into the cave, which was actually quite large inside.  It was very cold and wet and slimey.  There was a very unpleasant odor, dead animals had been brought in and their rotting carcasses were none to appealing.
	A small group of kids there were, one a teen fending off an attack by a pair of Creeps!
	Eric and Jake flew into action, throwing rocks, yelling, and all with Jake barreling into one of the Creeps sending them both into a dark abyss.
	Eric grabbed up two young kids and yelled for the others to “RUN!” 
	Once the newbies had gotten outside the cave a naked Eric ran back to help Jake.
	He came upon a strange scene; the Creep Jake had plowed into lay in a crumbled heap--it was as if though there was no mass to the Creep’s body.  As Eric pulled a dazed Jake up, the second Creep seemed to look longingly to its fallen comrade.  There wasn’t much light so it was difficult to see clearly, but Eric and Jake watched in awe as a familiar long jutting “arm” protruded from the center of the standing Creep, no “skin” or meat, muscles, or anything--just something similar to a burnt tree limb covered in some sort of sticky green-yellow slime.
	At the end of the protrusion was a knot, a bulbous curl like a closed/clenced fist or tree knot.  Slowly the clenched bulb opened.  Whether there were “fingers” or not could not be ascertained--the lack of sufficient light.  But what COULD be seen was the protruding “arm” reached out and poked at the still lifeless body of the comrade.
	When there was for sure no movement FROM said lifeless comrade, the first turned to look seemingly at Jake.  It then let fly a most horrendous scream.  It was unlike any scream anyone had ever heard.  It was more than just ear piercing, it shook the humans in the cave, outside the cave, and those ½ a mile away in the Vic house to their bones.
	Eric and Jake backpeddled with the creepy Creep creeping them out with its annoying shriek.  
	“Run, run like hell!” yelled Eric when he cleared the cave entrance.
	Jake tripped on the way out, his knee connecting with a handy-dandy rock at the entrance.  He rolled and clutched at his knee.  The Creep was still inside the cave, still shrieking.
	Eric grabbed Jake and helped him boogie.
	“Where’d those kids go?” Jake asked.
	Eric didn’t know, after pausing a short distance from the cave, they looked around and didn’t see them.
	It was then that it seemed as though the forest was a little different.
	Way different.
	A pine forest.  A deep-rugged pine forest.
	They were in a new world!