August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 3
A Stupefying Study on Encounterism

Snatch & Run
	As many as five shrieks filled the night air, some were far off, some were too close.  The two that had been damage had fallen silent as they had crumbled to the ground and lay still.  
	“We gotta scoot!” Forrest told the group.  
	It was a maddening dash to gather all belongings possible, nothing too heavy.  It was a shame to have to abandoned the cabin but they all knew it would probably come some day.
	Traipsing thru deep forest in the middle of the night was not a good thing, but Forrest didn’t know how many Creeps there were and if they could do more than shriek at them.  He wasn’t risking his life or the others to stick around and find out.
	Jamie was the first to trip and fall and sprain her ankle.
	Annie followed suit a few yards later seriously banging up her knee.
	Holly took a tumble spraining her wrists and having the wind knocked out her.  The Creeps’ shrieks kept the harrowed group going, though--the Creeps were still lingering about the cabin and no where near them but still…
	Finally, at the bottom of the long hill and on the flat area, Jennifer tripped and smacked her pretty face, cutting her ear and breaking a finger.
	None of the boys, or Forrest, suffered any mishaps.

	The flat land woods was even more spookier than any other woods they had been in.  Not dark-dark but Advanced Dark.  The air, too, was kinda dank.  “It smells like a bus station’s toilet!” stated Willy.  
	It did.
	“I think it’s only a couple hours to daylight.” Forrest told his crew, they would stay where they were, wherever the hell it was they were--and hope for the best.  (or whatever the hell would pass for the best)
	The girls snuggled up close to the boys and it was a long “couple hours” to daylight.  Every once in awhile a “shriek” could be heard, but off in the distance.
	When the first rays of daylight came to the forest floor it was time to move.  The gang ate light, no fire, and tended to their hurtie-owies before moving on.
	Even in the daylight, the woods were spooky still.  Finding a creek they followed that.  At noon they broke for another dry and quick lunch, the creek was difficult to follow as it was choked with huge boulders and rough terrain.
	No one hardly spoke.  For months they had called the cabin home and made it so.  To be so rudely uprooted really was a pisser.

*

	“I don’t think the Creeps travel very far--or fast.” Forrest said as the settled down to a more sublime area.  Still thick trees but not as spooky as before.  The creek was less dangerous than it had been, more calm and not rushing so fast.  There was good space between them and the forest, and hopefully the creepy Creep creatures.
	A camp was made, with fire.  They were two days out from their beloved cabin.  It still pissed them off and Forrest considered himself in part to blame for alerting the Creeps about their presence--all those raids to their store room obviously hadn’t gone unnoticed.
	Beyond the forest lay a flat landscape.  A large tract of meadow stretching to the end of eyesight.  There were rolling hills and such to be seen, but mostly it was flat land and meadows.
	The creek continued thru the landscape and there was a small dirt one lane road.  The thought was sound, it obviously had to go somewhere.  Maybe. 
	
And then…
	As far as cabins, it was the suckiest sucking cabin that ever sucked.  There’s well weathered and then there’s “might as well sit out in the open air.”  Four walls, NO FLOOR--but the makings of one.  One window, one door.  The furnishings were nill to nonexistent.  No fireplace or stove, either.  It was a cabin crudely built and possibly merely hastily built.  By who was unknown.  Out behind was found a pit for … uhm, you know.  There was a mound with a Christian icon made of limbs, too.
	But it was shelter.  With a little TLC it could be made a home.  It was far enough away from the Creeps to allow some sleeping.  But Forrest wondered if they would ever really be “far enough away.”
	The girls took to cleaning out the cabin that was found a hundred yards into the woods.  The creek was nearby, a short walk.  The boys set out to make a new pit and to reinforce the “mound” of whoever was lain within.  Forrest scouted about in search of “food.”
	He found something else instead.  (naturally)
	A small game path took his interest and those Narly Senses kicked in, the hairs on the back on neck, too.  He took slow careful steps and trained his ears and eyes.  The forest was quiet and still--save for a faint noise to his left.
	Making some Scouting marks along his way Forrest scurried as quickly and stealthfully as he could to the site of disturbance.  It was a tree.  A rather BIG tree, but not as big as several others in the immediate area.  Its bark was reddish and reminiscent of giant redwoods.
	On one side was a HUGE gaping opening.  A hollow.  And there was much activity within.  Super stealth mode came to be and Forrest checked out the tree.
	To be confused was an understatement; it was like looking down into Hell, the very bowels of Hell, or what Hollywood could conjure up to pass for Hell (flames, a river of lava & blood, and hellish conditions such as that.)  But there was no heat.  There was burbling and gurgling sounds and then--in the middle was something like a creature trying to tear thru a gooey reddish Jell-O-like membrane.	
	Then a hand broke thru and it was human.
	Forrest quickly grabbed for the hand, half his body outside of the tree with the other half dangling into Hell.  He was just within reach of the wriggling fingers and finally made a grab of the wrist.  
	The body was of a young person, a girl, covered in reddish sticky goo.  She was being pushed through by someone behind her.  There was great chaos and Forrest had little time to check out (medically speaking) the young girl.
	Another girl came through, clawing and madly scrambling and extremely terrified.  She was a teenager about thirteen.  A fifteen year old came nextly and all that remained was a teen boy.
	Once the boy was pulled through the innards of the tree “closed” up.  Huge roots that leaked the reddish goo was all that remained.  Forrest pushed himself out of the tree and looked upon the newest newbies.
	“Welcome to the forest.” he said out of breath.  The four newbies sat pulling the sticky membrane-like goo crap off of their bodies, Forrest noted the lone teen boy was topless, no shoes.  Both teen girls were minus their bras and their tops were askew, miss buttoned…
	The lone boy (Scott) carried the youngest member of the group, the other two followed and all went to the creek where the cold water DID wash the stick stuff off of them.  The little girl (Nichelle) had no panties on, this was discovered as per Forrest’s advise, “best strip off your clothes before that stuff (the goo) eats you alive.)  It probably wouldn’t and was just that, goo, but the new members weren’t taking chances and quickly shed their clothes.
	The girls were sisters, the boy a friend, boyfriend of the oldest girl, Donna.  Middle sister Jodie had no undies on, either.  She was a little more embarrassed then the others--but she didn’t want the goo on her body and readily stripped to the skin.
	Forrest smiled.  There were several ways he could go about the newbies:  the sly slick way, the ever faithful Implant Exp. 10110 method, or simple brute force…
	He opted for another option--which was “play it by ear.”  

	Once the goo was off and the newbies had settled down some, it was time to be explained to.  The concept of “parallel universe” was a difficult one to swallow--but looking around and seeing “forest” instead parkland.  They would be confused for awhile, but not shocked--in the Birth World “portals” were opening everywhere with more and more frequency.
	With their clothes scrubbed and rinsed clean of the goo, there was nothing to do but go about naked.  Forrest made some eye contact with each member of the group.  His cock was rock hard and definitely wanted to sink into their holes, even give sixteen year old Steve a fuck.
	Mostly, though, it was the three lovely lasses.  And by a sly looksee, none of the girls were virgins, even the youngest and she was merely eight!  He knew they had a story.  A hell of a story.  

Please mew, Pleasure you
	Three girls living with their divorced dad made living interesting.  There were things they could tell him and things that they could not--or dared not.  They lived in a modest home in Waterford by the Bay.  Oldest girl Donna was active in her church and school and busy-busy-busy.  
	Youngest girl Nichelle was active playing--playing-playing-playing.  She was eight and had no pressures on her BUT to play.  That left middle sister Jodie with no one to talk to.  Even if her mother was still around she kinda doubted they would “chat.”  The girl’s mother was a bitch, strict, stern, and a slut--she had been found in bed with the girls’ dad’s best friend.  (she was also pregnant by the best friend and so a divorce was quickly granted and the dad with his girls made Splitsville their home (Waterford by the Bay.)
	Middle sister Jodie had a problem and there was absolutely no way she was to talk about it with her dad.  He was a good man, honest-clean-and loved his girls very much.  He thought of his off-spring as Angels.
	Well…
	In between social school activities and organizing a church outing for teens to visit a senior center--Donna Kate took notice that her middle sister seemed to be in the midst of a crisis.  It took a few days to get “time alone” with the troubled middle sis, she (the middle sis) was usually outgoing, friendly, kinda spunky if not spontaneous but also laid back and shy and not into “group” things.
	But the two had a repore and often shared things.
	“So what’s up?” Donna said flopping onto her bed positioning herself Indian style with a teddy bear pillow drawn to her lap.  Jodes (nickname) sat at the foot of the bed with a simple pillow drawn to her chest.  Both girls were lovely--simply fucking lovely.  Both were blonde, as was the youngest, Nichelle.  Donna had only recently trimmed her hair to whereas it was merely shoulder length while Jodie kept hers as was--long and mid back length.
	Jodie had thicker fuller lips, a pert nose, and shyness about her outwardly glowing face.  Donna had thinner lips but bigger eye pleasing breasts.  Her body was nice, trim butt, good posture, sometimes awkward when in among others or having to stand before a classroom of students to give a speech.
	Jodie took a deep breath, there was usually nothing that the two sibs didn’t share.  Both knew very muchly about everything the other did--eventually.  Jodie knew Donna was having sexual relations with boyfriend Steve.  A lot.  She knew Donna drove her boyfriend’s car--even though she didn’t have a license to do so.  
	“You know that party I went to last Friday night?”
	“Oh, the boy-girl party at your friend Gina’s?”
	“Yeah, that one.”
	“Problem?”
	Jodie went silent and searched the shag green carpet for answers.
	“Was there drugs?” Donna asked cautiously.  There were only a couple of reasons a person (like Jodie) would be disturbed by something.  Drugs was one.  And then there was…
	“Sex?” Donna asked seeing her sister’s subtle head shake to the “Drugs?” question.
	Jodie pursed her lips and nodded, ‘Sex.’
	“Mmmmm, uhm, was it Gina?” Donna asked.  She had already guessed and affirmatively assumed Gina was having sex with boys--seeings as how she usually had the apartment to herself as her mother worked two jobs to support them.
	Donna searched her mind, “Uhm, it was more than just Gina, wasn’t it?”
	Jodie nodded that it was so with that assumption, too.
	“Or was Gina getting “trained”?”
	Jodie looked to her sister, “What’s that?”
	Donna rolled her eyes and was slightly embarrassed--having to explain sex acts to her younger sib was uncomfortable.
	“Uhm, it just means when a girl takes on more than one guy at a time, one guy after another--and another--and another--”
	“--and another.” Jodie giggled.  She shook her head, ‘No, Gina was getting “trained.”’
	“So there were other kids?” Jodie hated the term “kids” as it applied to her, she was thirteen and shouldn’t be dumped into the category of “kids.”
	Jodie did nod her head though, there were “others” who were engaged sexually.
	“Two were on the sofa with their clothes down (at their ankles) and SHE was on top!”
	In the bathroom on the counter a girl was getting doinked, they had their clothe at their ankles too, the girl’s top and bra were off on the floor.  In the hallway a girl was ON TOP of the boy, the girl was totally nude while the boy had his pants and tidy-whities at his ankles.  And in the kitchen a girl was on the small dinning table, naked as everything, legs opened wide while a nude boy licked her between her legs.
	Jodie went on to describe Gina and her boyfriend sixty-nining in Gina’s bedroom.  
	All the sex descriptions put both girls into Horny Mood Mode.  Both had their hands down between their legs fingering themselves, eyes closed--thinking of boys.
	Jodie was still a virgin.  She masturbated, though--heavily.  Both girls pleased themselves in the same room and a time or two (or three) gazed upon each other while doing so.  (Forrest saw in Jodie’s mind that she often watched her sister (Donna) sleeping in the nude and lusted for her…)
	“Fuck this!” Donna said, she tossed her bear aside and laid back on her bed shucking her short jeans and panties.  Once her clothes were at her ankles she lay back on her fluffy pillows and get “busy.”
	Jodie watched--and lusted more.  She sweated and gulped and licked her lips nervously.  Donna’s cunt was marvelous, pretty, and lovely.  The images of the “kids” at Gina’s apartment having various styles of sex enthralled her and she found her nipples becoming pert and erect and in need of tweaking.
	“Come on, Jodes!” Donna quipped and invited.
	Jodie semi reluctantly sat up and pushed down her light pink knit shorts and panties.  She liked sitting up on her knees to frig her box--she got off more.  She also rubbed her ass and liked doing that, too.
	Donna frigged and frigged, bit her lower lips and began to dance about the bed.  With her nipples aggravated she tweaked them and then turned her attention back to her darling middle sis.
	“You really DO have a nice body.” which shocked Jodie.  The two got along most times and didn’t go out of their way to get the other in trouble.  The distance in years wasn’t too great and they loved each other.
	“I do!?” said a stunned Jodie.
	Donna smiled and glowed and Jodie blushed.
	“Take your top off.” Donna said.
	Jodie paused a moment and then pulled off the short sleeved top, she also popped off her bra and freed her lovely young early teen mounds.  Donna gazed upon them and then returned to fingering her gash.
	It then struck Jodie about something Donna had just said.
	“I DO have a nice body?” she questioned.  It was an assumption that maybe someone had said something.  But who?
	Donna smiled, glowed, and nodded, “Yeah, you do, not just my opinion, either.”
	“Who else?” she tweaked a nipple and methodically fingered her snatch.  Donna looked upon her sibling as a delight.
	“I overheard some boys at that game we were at.”
	Jodie seriously blushed and sat her darling little butt down on her heels.  “Which boys?” she asked almost hopefully.
	“I don’t know them, they are your age so I’m guessing they go to YOUR school, not mine.”
	Jodie wondered who could have the hots for her.  She didn’t think that highly of herself--but apparently, someone did.
	“Don’t sell yourself sort, Jodes, you’ve got a good bod.”
	Jodie only blushed more and looked down her trim bod(y).   She rolled her shoulder and continued not to consider herself a “dish.”
	Donna sat up and came close to her sib.  She smiled and Jodie looked up.  Tenderly Donna cupped one of Jodie’s breasts and gave it a gentle squeeze.  Jodie felt herself getting ‘whet’ between her legs.  Prior to the secretive ‘boy-girl’ party at her best friend Gina’s apartment--she and Gina had gotten naked and naughty with one another.  Jodie, though, had never done so with Donna.  They had been naked together and fingered themselves--but not each other.  With Gina, Jodie had sucked titty and played with Gina’s furry twat.  The two had kissed and sucked cunt and banged their pussies together.
	The feelings she had had while with Gina were going off the scale while with sister Donna.  A calmness fell over the two, they looked into one another’s eyes of sea green, there was a slight quivering smile and then they were drawn to one another--locking lips and Frenching.

	The sensation of Donna’s tongue flicking wildly to her pussy was incredible.  Such sensations!  Even Gina hadn’t been so talented--but then the two were just clowning around being their first time and all.
	It wasn’t Donna’s first time licking twat.
	Jodie liked.  A lot.  She quivered and her nipples got a little bigger, too.  Her young body tensed up and she wrapped her legs about Donna’s head, her pussy fully thrilled.
	No words could she (Jodie) come up with to fully describe the sensational act of being eaten out.  The closet she could come up with was a real good piss, or a real good fart or dump--but being eaten out was by far the best with the tingling sensations lingering for a long time after the tonguing.
	Donna lapped up the teen’s twat, nipped the lips and clit and then scooted up to lay so-so on her sister, then once more they locked lips and deeply Frenched one another.  Jodie’s hands traveled aimlessly all over Donna’s backside, then settled to squeeze Donna’s ass and get into it.
	There was an odd taste to Donna’s mouth, Jodie wondered--was that the taste of her pussy?  She had licked on Gina’s cunt but it was clean--the two had showered prior.  Jodie tried to determine if she could taste any of her urine--just prior to Donna and she coming to their room for quiet time Jodie had peed.
	Donna slowly slid down and began sucking on her breasts, sucking on one and kneading the other.  Jodie was all a quiver and had to finger her pussy again--with more reverence.  Donna helped and it was becoming intense.
	Jodie’s lip trembled, her pretty green eyes fluttered and asshole clenched tight.  Her pussy was sopping wet, she was cumming.  Donna slid down and once tongued out her cunt and fingered it until climax.  Jodie was speechless, she had never-ever cum before.  It was fantastic!  She wanted to do it again.  And again--and again…
	Jodie needed a few minutes to herself.  Donna leaned back and figged her own box--then slid up her sister’s body (again) but instead of her mouth to her sister’s, she placed her horny hungry cunt.
	The muffin wasn’t bad, a little skanky, kinda musty, a swathed in pussy juice.  Jodie, though, was enchanted to beat all and noshed happily--nipping and tugging and earnestly striving to bring her sister to cum.
	Jodie’s quim once more was “fired” up--Donna turned about to help her sibling out--still keeping her own quim planted onto Jodie’s face.  They entered into a lovely 69er of their own and did nosh for several minutes until shagged out.

	And it wasn’t just boys from Jodie’s school that thought she was “hot”…
	“Scott thinks you’re pretty cute, too!”
	Jodie was shocked.  She liked Scott, but he was sixteen, had a car, and was Donna’s beau.  She didn’t know what to think with Scott actually liking her (and the fact that sister Donna was cool with it, too!)
	She was shocked more when Donna asked her to “tagalong” with her and Scott on a date!  Jodie was too young for dating, by their dad’s rules, but was okay for her to be a ‘third wheel.’
	The date consisted of a movie that was okay, action and thriller (aka as slasher teen movie with humor), ice cream socializing afterwards, a lite dinner at an okay restaurant a step above fast food but not as expensive as a regular restaurant.
	Then, a drive to the park that was by the river, or the river that was by the park.  There was playing on the park equipment--swings, teeter-totter, etc.   After awhile, though, Donna and Scott scoot down to the river’s edge.  Jodie very well aware of what they are doing, or going to do.  Slowly she backed away and was making for the car when, 
	“You don’t have to go, Jodes.” said her sister.
	“Yeah, you can hang with us, still.”
	Jodie stopped.  She was a little confused.  Slowly she turned and took a few steps down the slight embankment; Donna and Scott were embraced and by the half light of the half moon Jodie could just make out the two were in the beginning stages of making out.
	“You can join us, Jodes.” said softly Donna.
	Jodie was stunned.  She didn’t know what to think--or do.  Was she hearing right?  She was within arm reach, Scott reached out and rubbed her arm.  She could see that he was smiling--he was a slight hunk, a little more slenderly built than most hunks--but he had a thick head of dark thick hair that was soft and wavy.  He was dashing and distinguished and Donna was lucky to have snagged him beings as how she (and her family) was new to the area and school.
	Slowly the two horn doggie teens embraced tenderly--kissing and groping and whatnot.  (heavy on the whatnot…)  Jodie felt out of place and backed up a bit, turning her head to look elsewhere.  She WAS curious, however, and both Donna and Scott had given their “okay” to be there--and even watch!
	“I cant wait.” she heard her sister say.  There was a rustling of clothes (removing) and then some grunting.
	“Jodes, you still here?”
	“Yes.” Jodie stepped a little closer, on the ground was her sister with Scott right on top.  The teen’s backside bathed nicely in the half moonlight.  She could see the boy’s ass--as it pumped steadily up and down.  The images of Gina’s boy-girl party filled her mind once more.  At the party she had been embarrassed, too--if it were just one or two couples, if it were just Gina and a boyfriend getting it on it wouldn’t have been so bad.  But it wasn’t, it was a whole apartment full and just too much going on.
	Jodie squatted and instantly discovered her cunny was wet.  Slightly did she wish to finger herself, but could she with Scott right there?  The two lovers humped madly and Jodie wondered what their dad would think (or do) should he come to know.  There were a LOT of things the girls did that he did not know and would come apart at the seams if he did.
	The sound of Scott’s balls slapping and his cock sliding in and out of Donna’s cunt enticed Jodie more and more.  She felt as if she needed to pee or finger herself.
	Jodie could see Scott’s bare ass pumping faster and faster and sister Donna making sexual sounds with more exuberance.  Jodie found herself holding back the desire to reach out and “touch” Scott’s ass, she wanted to hold his balls and run her fingers up his cock-shaft.
	Then she wanted to know what it was like/what it would be like to have the cock in her mouth.  What was cocksucking really like?  And what was it like to have it in the pussy, or up the ass?  While showering sometimes she tried to finger her asshole, she was never too successful.  Donna was getting it on with vegetables--cucumbers & zucchini the most popular--but a big juicy dill, a banana or even a ribbed bedpost (you know the kind) would suffice to get one off.  (Donna had just started using hot dog weenies and had gotten Jodie to use them, too!)
	Her pussy was soaked.
	Scott pumped and then went rigid, back arched, arms straight and he seemed to be trembling.  He was cumming.  Big time.  Donna underneath raked her nails against him, bucked her hips into him and moaned.  A lot.	
	The need to get her own fingers busy was great with Jodie, strongly she pressed her fingers between her legs as she knelt close by the two lovers.  Scott unleashed a torrential amount of splooge, his cock straightening out even more than it was, his body shuddering as he came to the apex of his orgasm.
	“OH SHT!” he exclaimed.
	Donna mumbled something and then seemed to go totally limp.
	Slowly Scott lowered himself down to kiss on Donna, knead a breast and hump just a little more into her pussy before sliding out and resting the steamy member onto the girl’s cum soaked cunt.
	Nothing was said for several minutes--no one had any energy to do so.  Scott finally sat up, he massaged his schlong and looked over Donna’s naked body as well as take some long looks at Jodie.  Slowly his cock returned to life and he was almost smiling!
	“Jodie,” Donna said at length, “want to try Scott’s cock?  It’s got the taste of my pussy all over it!” she smiled and almost giggled.
	Scott reared back his head, shocked at what Donna had exclaimed--not so much as what she said as what it implied.
	Jodie was greatly embarrassed.  There was a slight desire and a significant curiosity, but could she?  She was sure for certain that Scott was probably willing--very willing.  
	Donna slipped out her hand and pressed the meat of her thumb into her sister’s cunny--a finger slipping into her asshole.  Scott watched with amazement and awe.  He smiled and got harder.
	Donna cooed to her sibling and semi-reluctantly she began leaning down towards Scott’s mighty dick.  Scott inched himself a little closer, waggled his cock a little and pulled the skin down.  It had been freshly pulled from Donna’s cunt--he himself wondered what it would taste like?

	Scott didn’t know what it would TASTE like, but he knew what it would FEEL like.  Though he gotten a few blowjobs from Donna, Jodie’s sucking him was a little different.  It was probably due in part that she was not a “pro.”
	Pro or not, she was good.
	Scott lightly ran his hand through her blond hair and filled her mouth gently with his cock.  His cock ached terribly so and all he wanted to do was to cum in her mouth and sit back afterwards--and watch the two munch each other as he suspected that they did.
	
	She lay still--well, as much as she could during the anticipated anticipation.  She shuddered uncontrollably all over, her asshole clenched tight and her sopping wet pussy was all a quiver.
	Scott’s dong al la hard dragged up and down her quivering quim, he was taking his time and was in as much agony of anticipation as was Jodie.  Donna had not been a virgin when Scott got into her, Jodie, though--was.  Scott liked busting virgin pussy, virgin assholes and mouths, too!
	Jodie tensed up as the teen heart throb’s cock began making a more earnest effort into her cunny.  She tensed up at the intrusion--it was far different than any ole vegetable.  She shuddered and felt both discomfort as well as incredible sensation no zucchini ever gave her.
	“Just relax.” cooed her sister nearby.
	Easy for her to say.  Jodie arched her back and Scott entered her.
	Though it was mere minutes, it seemed longer (much longer).  Scott was easy with her and gently pumped in and out of her.  All young Jodie could do was look up into his amazing face.  Beads of sweat dripped down his lovely handsome face, she was aware of being fucked, but absorbed in the handsomeness of the Fucker.
	Jodie suddenly felt a quivering in her body--specifically her pussy.
	Scott was increasing his momentum and Jodie’s eyes widened.  Sister Donna fondled Jodie’s breasts, squeezing the nipples and tweaking them.  Jodie found herself humping back and finding a strange nuance to the art of getting laid.  An uncontrollable urge seethed throughout her and she began to hump madly, her hands clamped to Scott’s bare back in an effort to hug him and get on with the orgasm.
	The orgasm came--and came--and came.  It unleashed a torrent of incredible emotions, soared to an incredible height of orgasmic bliss she had never known but wanted to know personally a lot longer.  
	Scott’s bliss reached it’s plateau and sharply fell off.  He had conquered yet another virgin.  It was good, she was tight, virginal, young, tender, and virginal.
	There was the “after-business” of cleaning up, the only bad part about busting a virgin.  After Scott and Jodie were cleaned up, Scott lay beside her and suckled on her breasts, fingering her still quivering quim.  Donna fingered herself and lay beside her trembling sister, fingering her as well.
	When Scott’s cock was once more hard (enough), Donna brought Jodie’s legs back to where her knees were at the girl’s shoulders, ass pooched upward a bit.  Scott then took a moment to tongue lash Jodie’s slicked up quim and tantalize the girl into oblivion.  His whole mouth engulfed the young girl’s cunt, a finger sneaked its way into her still virgin asshole.
	Jodie knew then what was to cum--come.

	With Jodie on her hands and knees, her mouth onto her sister’s cunt, Scott admired the scene (as he took part in it) and while smoothing his hand over Jodie’s lovely delicious ass--he entered the young girl’s asshole for the second time that evening.  The second go was just as good as the first.  He clung to her hips when the pivotal portion of the event came to be and began to fuck with furor.  
	Jodie slurped twat while she was buggered, there was a little discomfort in the buggering of her ass, almost as much as from the first time (just moments earlier) but Scott seemed to like it so she let it be.
	Out in the park was not the only place they got naughty.  At home was just as good--the back yard, garage, and virtually every room in the house and on almost every piece of furniture.  The three loved to run amok naked and fuck/suck one another, the girls tried their best (and did) empty Scott’s cock of his love juice, squirting the milky goo onto their bodies.  
	With the girls’ dad working so much as he did, the only hangup with being naughty at the house was the youngest member--Nichelle.  Nichelle was eight and usually spent her time at a neighbor’s house three doors down or at a playgroup for young’uns.
	One day the young girl had gotten into a tiff with some of her friends and left the house she was at--she was privy to the narly goings on at the Teek house, she spied on the naked trio and found a strange sensation burning between her legs!
	As far as sisters goes, Donna, Jodie, and Nicelle got along fairly well, they didn’t go out of their way to get the other(s) in trouble or rat on them for something done that the daddy wouldn’t approve of and what not.  But, they held those things as “trump” cards--blackmail in essence.
	“I know what you guys are doing.” she told her two older sibs one day.  Donna and Jodie looked to one another, it was late in the day, days after the initiation of Jodie.  The daddy was hard at work where he worked and pizza was on the way to the Teek house--a favorite for the girls as opposed to actual cooking and possibly burning the house down.
	Donna and Jodie were “busted.”  Though the little tyke didn’t have any actual “proof”--just blabbing to their daddy would be enough.  With Donna a teen and Scott a year older, the old man would blow his stack--even if it weren’t true.  (he was already suspicious and forbade Scott from being in the house when HE himself wasn’t there.)
	“Soooooo, what do you want?” Donna asked assuming the little wench wanted money or some ridiculous favor.
	Nichelle didn’t think long and hard, she already knew.
	“I want to be with you guys when you do it.” she said factly.
	“HUH!?” Donna and Jodie said at the same time astonished--if not shocked.
	“I want to ran around naked with Scott and you guys and do all those other things, too!” all the while she spoke she tugged at herself as her young cunny was itching.  She tugged on her bottom lip and fussed on her feet.
	“Why you little scamp!” Jodie called out.
	“I have another word,” Donna said with a smiling smirk, “but I wont say it.” 
	“You have to be “prepped” before you can join us.” Donna said.
	“What does that mean?” Nichelle asked innocently.
	“Yeah, what does that mean?” Jodie asked, too.
	Donna smiled and fetched some veggies from the kitchen…

	Up in their room, the girls got naked and laid Nichelle out on her bed.  She was a little nervous, but that eased as Jodie fingered the girl’s poon and then Donna licked her out.  She liked.  A lot.  She had seen Scott the girls between their legs and SHE wanted to be licked--but Scott!  Donna had misgivings--she knew most boys were perverts and looked at a girl as another conquest.  And there were boys, too, who looked at ALL girls as potential conquests, young-young girls.  It was in the news all over the place and in some places if the boy (or man) only humped ON the girl and didn’t penetrate her--that was ok.
	Donna wondered (to herself) if Scott was like that.  She had seen how he was screwing Jodie, but Jodie WAS at least a teenager--but not by much.  Would Scott enjoy humping on (in) a girl younger than Jodes?  Was twelve, elven, ten, EIGHT too young.
	Donna and Jodie tongued their little sister and got her to tongue them.  The young sib was taught masturbation and then “advanced” stuff--like how a BOY masturbates; she was taught how to SUCK, spread her cheeks, spread her legs, and lay on boy, too.  It was a fun filled afternoon to say the least…

	Not too long thereafter Donna was with Scott (alone.) 
	“Do you like girls, young girls?” she asked right out openly.
	Scott nearly choked on his sundae.  He was a handsome fart, dark hair, dark eyes, slender and athletic.  He was wiry and well poised as a lanky sixteen year (with a death wish if the daddies of the girls he was boffing should ever find out.)  --daddies??  Hmmmm
	As they sat in the quaint soda shop Donna picked out this young girl, that young girl, that one across the street, the one that had come in with her mother, and so on.
	Scott looked at each one.  Yeah, (to himself) he could see himself boffing each and every one of them.  But outwardly he shrugged and appeared to be embarrassed.
	“It’s okay if you do,” Donna said reaching out her hand to hold his, she already suspected a knew.  Biting in on her lower lip she leaned to him, “I like boys, too.  ALL boys.” and let it hang like that.
A night at the Teek house	
	He was cute, if you like eight year old boys--and Donna did.  Eight year old NAKED boys.  He was a friend of Nichelle’s who had been eyeing the older sib and after a time Donna began showing off more and more “skin.”  This soon led to a private encounter whereas the boy was lightly fondled by the older sib which only led to Donna rendering the boy nude as well as herself.  The boy liked.  A lot.  
	He liked seeing her in her underwear, but butt bare assed naked was tops!  To his little dinky Donna sucked, fondled, fingered, and pleased.  The boy liked that route, too.  (a lot)  They soon wound up in Donna’s bed engaging in sexual rompings.  
	Nichelle caught them heavily engaged--was shocked but not dismayed.  She soon joined in on the frolicking which was observed by a stunned Jodie.  Nichelle was “broken” in by her little friend, which was far better than the many vegetables Donna was introducing to her bald beaver.  Jodie finally did (at length) get naked and join in, sucking off on the young boy and taking him between her legs--she found some joy in that regard and quietly yearned to make it with all of Nichelle’s little friends…
	Scott arrived on a sublime evening, again when the daddy of the house was hard at work.  Pizzas and clothes were everywhere.  The four ran amok nakedly throughout the house until at length it came down to the business at hand--which was hanky and panky.
	Donna noted Scott sure did seem to have an eye for young Nichelle.  (he was unaware of Donna’s doings with Nichelle’s little friend.)  On Donna’s bed his hands roamed tenderly about her body, feeling and lightly fingering here and there and everywhere.  His cock was as hard as any rock.
	Scott’s tongue took over, licking out Nichelle’s lovely-simply fucking lovely cunny.  It was tasty and delish!  Scott moaned and Nichelle wriggled.  The little girl gushed and stared wide eyed and mouth up to the ceiling as Scott’s overly talented tongue tongued her.
	Donna and Jodie sat on each side of the young sib, Scott rested his rock hard hardness against the child’s cunny and lightly humped--the tip of his dick was already glistening.  He rubbed the glistened knob up and down the youngster’s cunt, pre-lubing it.  He did make note that she didn’t appear to be a virgin, but not a slut, neither.  At the tender age of eight, her cunny was still bound to be fairly decently tight and snug and cock pleasing…
	It was.

	
*

	The Teek family, plus one, was included into the family of Forrest Finch.  And very well, too.  Not soon after their “introduction” there was much ado about ‘frolicking’; i.e.: Donna ah-nature-al on her knees yanked off on Dustin and Willy who stood flanking her; their love juices spilling/shooting out onto her lovely nude teenage body.  Jodie noshed on Jennifer’s twat while Forrest finger fucked her asshole and then stuffed her with his cock from behind as her lovely ass wriggled in the air.  Scott took a turn sinking his bone into the lovely demure Annie--but yearned to sink himself into the other girls, too.
	Young Nichelle was not left out, under Forrest’s mind tapping abilities he had Jamie and Holly tongue the child out, finger and spank her and soon she was slurping on Dustin and Willy’s sweaty-musty balls and cum squirting cocks, too!
	Dustin and Willy were pleased to have “new pussy” in the group, Scott was pleased to have “new pussy” in his social, too!  Donna and Jodie were pleased to have a “man cock” in their mouths and between their legs (and ass cheeks).  It was difficult to determine little Nichelle, she seemed okay and enjoyed the attention to her pussy and didn’t mind being fucked by all the swinging hard cocks.  She had more than she ever expected.  Forrest eventually got to her, which worried Donna and Jodie a little as Forrest’s schlong was significantly BIGGER than the boys she had been taking.  But by the time Forrest got to her, though, she was well broken in and Forrest had little trouble fulfilling her snatch box.
	Of course, there would be more to cum into their lives--of course!

Cum-cumming along!
A new nuance to nuances-or-How I fell out of the World and into the Universe
	“I see something!”
	The gray boiling clouds of dark gray and other shades of gray began to lift like a fog and indeed there was something looming just beyond the veil.
	“Get ready to run,” (the other way) “if this aint good.”
	The others watched with steady eye to see what exactly the “object” coming into view was.
	It was a building.  Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief.  So many strange and weird things there had been (encountered) there was no telling what was next.  The fog of gray did lift, but the entire area (universe) was still rather “small.”  But the sojourning August Moone had said that, some parallel world’s were small, others were large but he thought that they were actually all about the same, actually--it was just the perception of those mini-worlds.  He didn’t know exactly how they worked but was under the impression that it was more than just “in the mind”, there were not to say mysterious forces at work, but high tech technology ones.
	Jake took a daring step into the Phase World, that world of which was neither real or unreal--or whatever--an “in between” world August had said.  In some cases he was right back in the Birth World, there were no peoples as they were “out of phase” but the buildings were there.  Why he didn’t know.
	It was a wooden building, old style, like a livery stable or some other Old West type building.  Just sitting alone.  No trees or bushes, no horse trough or hitching post.  The timber was very weathered almost like dark red but woodish.
	The roof was slanted, two large windows in front, one small one on one side, one door (that could be seen from Jake’s angle.)  
	“Be careful.” called out John as he clutched his granddaughters to him.  Drake had Trisha and Kasey flanking him.
	According to the high tech gizmo August Moone had given him, he had a spare, there was 50 minutes until the Gray World phased out.  What world they would be in thereafter wasn’t known.  Sometimes, according to August, you got dumped back into the world you left--if you were lucky--real lucky, you might end up back were you left OR even if you were luckier--your Birth World.
	They wouldn’t know for fifty more minutes.  Meanwhile, Jake stepped closer to the building.
	As he drew nearer, trees and shrubs DID come into view.  Along with a hitching post, a water trough, and a windmill nearby.  A side building was askew to the first one, huge open doorway revealing what did appear to be an old west-like blacksmith’s shop.  
	There were no “smells” to detect, no sounds, either.  Jake touched the hitching post.  It was real.  There was no water in the trough--but as Jake stood there looking at it--water suddenly began to appear!  The old wooden trough just began suddenly filling with water coming to within one inch from over spilling.
	“Holy shit!” he exclaimed aloud.
	The door open easily enough, made no sounds as he did so.  He was still reeling from the water trough experience.  Inside the building with the slanted roof, “stuff.”  A general store.  Old West type with all the stuff included.  It was gloomy to say the least and just a little spooky.
	Spying the cracker barrel he gave it a chance.
	The saltine left a little to be desired--kinda bland.  But it WAS food.
	It was found that after a slight passage of time, though, the blandness of the food and bottles of soda pop regained their taste.  
	“I think I saw movie like this.” John Calvary said to Jake.
	“Yeah, how’d it turn out?”
	John didn’t answer, a “noise” distracted them.
	Standing outside of the western general store the two tried to ascertain where the ‘noise’ was coming from AND what it was that was the noise in the first place.
	It was subtle and seemed to come from everywhere, all directions.  There was some 30 minutes left before the Phase Shift.  The group grabbed up clothes, blankets, food and soda bottles then huddled together out in front of the store to wait.
	The noise was indescribable, but annoying.  Young Kasey thought of a jillion flies, but bigger.  Trisha thought of millions of bees like in some sci-fi movie.  August Moone hadn’t mentioned anything about “noises” occurring while in a phased world…

	It may have been a new nuance to the phasing, as the critical time drew nearer the noise surrounding them increased exponentially to the point whereas they all began screaming.  They clung to one another and suddenly there was a brilliant flash of light and the noise that had been most distressing suddenly quit.
	Moments were needed before the group of Jake’s could regain themselves.  They had not been returned to the desert but instead a forest.

*
New People//Same Stuff

	She was pretty, especially the way the she tugged on the boy’s pee-pee.  The boy was nude, as was the pretty girl.  The day was warm, quiet and serene.  All seemed good, clean, and just right for naughtiness on high.  It was Dustin of Forrest’s group who came upon the newest newbie; his long trek following a possible game trail took him deeper into the forest.  
	Forrest had warned him to be extremely careful when out on his own for various reasons and known ones.  Dustin made Scout markings along his trek but that really meant nothing--in a world where it was Known one moment and then not-so the next making markings of any sort meant shit.
	But wild game was necessary, the days were noticeably getting shorter and the nights cooler.  Those trees that had leaves were turning and soon it would probably be winter.  It was best to have “stores” stored up lest the group of Forrest Finch begin looking to one another as more of a sexual delicacy.
	Dustin was just about to bring himself to a stop and head back, he had been gone two hours and had hiked quite a ways along a dry creek.  There were places within the dry creek where there were pools of crystals clean water, not stagnant or infested with insects or slime.
	After pissing on a what looked like a pine tree to him he made one or two steps when he heard the giggle.  At first he thought an animal of some sort and became pensive.  He also worried about the possibility of a Creep sighting, he figured he could outrun the creepy creature--so far as note they themselves didn’t move very fast OR run.
	“Tat feels good, Meggy.” said a small boyish voice.  Dustin’s curiosity was intrigued and stealthfully he sought the source.   At the base of a rather large tree resembling a giant oak a naked teenage girl approx. 14 or so fiddled with the pee-pee of a naked seven year old handsome little fart.  Very handsome.  The boy’s penis was stiff and the naked girl behind him toyed with almost expert-like.  And the boy liked.  A lot.
	“I think I gotta pee, Meggy!” blurted out the boy.  
	“Meggy” smiled (a devilish smile) and turned the boy about, she continued to toy with his penis and fondle his bald balls--working him until he began to spew onto her nakedness.  The little boy giggled and began peeing onto the girl’s body.  Meggy sat back some and aimed his winky to where the stream would wet down her pussy.
	The boy (Ryan) pissed a good storm and Meggy “shook” his dinky and THEN went down on him!  Dustin (still in hiding) was highly amused, she HAD to join the group of Forrest & Co.--she just had to!

	Meggy laid herself down among her clothes and Ryan’s and drew the boy onto her.  Willingly (very) he came, resting his dinkus against her furry snatch.  It was trim and nice and fuckable.  Meggy caressed the boy’s ass and helped him “hump” her.  Dustin found himself stroking off…
	There were more (and more) reasons to flog the dog, yank the crank, hump the slump, choke the yoke, drag the wagon--much more.  After Ryan got “busy” humping on Meggy’s gash, Dustin heard something, off to one side.  It sounded like a crashing tree branch--and then there was a little yelp.
	Quickly, but still stealthfully he struck off.
	Down a small hill and across a gully, then down the gully side to almost the bottom where the noise was more so.  He heard crying and sniveling and soon saw a bobbing head.  A blond bobbing head and the sound of someone crashing thru brush.
	Making his way thru the thick brush at the bottom of the gully wash Dustin found a young little girl in the midst of a brackish pond--a green portal was closing up nearby her and she was freaked out of her wits.
	Her clothes were torn, good clothes they were (had been), too.  If not for the leaves and forest debris in her cutesy blond curled hair with green berets she would have been well groomed.  She was a young’un of merely 8ish years young and terribly-terribly frightened.
	She wore knee length britches and she had peed in them.
	Her knees and elbows, hands, cheeks, were cut by the thick brambles of the bushes.  Her left ear was cut at the lobe, her clothes were cut and torn and thrashed (and soiled.)  Upon seeing Dustin she was at first frightened by him, but then as he was the only person who was about to save her, she clung to him as he plucked her out of the brush.
	The youngster wrapped her arms about his neck and clung to him as he brushed off the forest debris--then said nothing and did nothing as he pulled off her nappy blue vested sweater and cottony blue shirt underneath.  She had numerous cuts and scrapes but nothing too serious.  Dustin carried her to the nearby creek, removed her shoes and then tugged down her jeans and undies…

	The little girl, Kellie, said nothing as she was stripped to her skin.  Dustin carefully minded all the numerous hurtie-owies and noted the most serious ones (which really weren’t.)  He cleaned her up and carefully on the sly fingered her young snatch.  His cock in his pants nearly bursting through the zipper.  She was alone, didn’t seem to speak much but could cry and whimper--although she had stopped doing with Dustin her hero tending to her.
	After cleaning the dirt and grime from her body she appeared pretty.  Her hair was a little matted and took a little time to undo.  When on his knees before her “tending to her needs” the young’un noted the significant “bulge” in Dustin’s pants.  Her pretty blue eyes focused on the protrusion and soon Dustin unzipped and unfurled.
	With no undies on himself, Dustin’s wanker was there proudly exposed.  Kellie (as it was so written on the inside collar of her shirt) opened mouth awed the wondrous 6-incher.  Dustin waggled the schlong and carefully took the girl’s hand and had her stroke it.
	This only led to Dustin running his finger(s) up and down the child’s cunny--more.  Her delightful ass was caressed (more) and then squeezed while a daring finger probed her super tight anus.  Dustin soon brought the girl into him for a nice loving squeeze; the tip of his dick glistened with pre-cum and soon he was rubbing it up and down the girl’s cunt.
	Strangely, Kellie did nothing in contrast or protest.  She giggled instead.  She ohed and ahed but did not protest or make a fuss.  She only became a little concerned when she was lain down and legs parted…
	There was no actual penetration just a lot of earnest humping on the youngster’s slit, then, at the pivotal apex of the orgasm he gouged the head of his cock just inside the lips of the girl’s mound and ejaculated--when done and done with the dirty deed he humped his softening schlong in the spilled mess before inching his body up the girl’s body, pressing his cock to the girl’s mouth.
	“Suck me.” he said to her.
	There was some concern on the girl’s face, but she lapped the cum laden cock--and made an appropriate displeasing face.  She didn’t care for it.  BUT, she lapped the head and crown of the cum squirter and Dustin creamed in (and on) her sweet little mouth…

	He couldn’t wait to get her back to Forrest, Forrest loved young’uns as much, too.  After humping his fill onto the girl’s face and humping her little snatch, he continued cleaning her off.  Willy’s little “willy” could probably stuff her, Scott--the newest newbie, liked young’uns, too, but he’s schlong was sixteen years old and kinda too big for out and out vaginal (or anal) penetration.  She would have to be broken in a little at a time.
	A noise distracted him.  He caressed the child drawing her into him, he cuddled her and smoothed his hand over her butt--the desire to continue molesting her had leveled off but was being pushed back as he became aware that they were perhaps NOT alone.
	Kellie was redressed and held Dustin’s hand as they picked their way along the creek making back for home.  Dustin all the wary looking about--he couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched.  (he had almost forgotten about “Meggy” and Ryan.  He hoped it was them.  Hoped.
	A few steps down the creek side little Kellie tugged on Dustin’s hand.
	She didn’t say anything but her free hand clutched her butt.  She had to potty.  (why couldn’t she do that when she was naked moments earlier!?)
	Dustin squatted and pulled the girl’s pants and undies down again, then off.  He positioned the girl in a slight stooping manner, legs open some, hands on knees and he himself spreading her cheeks.
	It was kinda gross watching the girl poop.  One really long turd followed by two short ones she pushed with effort.  She also peed some and Dustin plucked up some hearty butt wiping leaves.  A quick wipe down with creek side sand and then a scoop of water from the creek completed the deed.
	When he stood, his cock was rock hard (again).  Kellie looked to him with a twinkle in her eyes, smiling, cocking her head and looking at his face.  When he moved his hand to her bulge, Kellie grinned even more and placed her hand on his.
	Seconds later he had his pants down and cock working into the girl’s mouth (again.)  
	He didn’t know if he could “cum” again, but he was willing to give it a try.  Kellie wasn’t a great cocksucker, but she was just a learner.  He humped her lovely young face then went to his knees to plant his lips to hers, squeeze her ass and finger her pussy.  By then he felt his dick was ready to squirt once more and he showered the child’s face with his liquid love.  Most splashed onto her face with one good squirt spilling into her mouth.
	When done he redressed her and himself and they continued on their way.

	At a log crossing the creek that he had missed seeing before he deemed it was a shortcut.  There was a few inches of space above the slow moving creek, but day was waning and the water was chilly.  Camp was still a mile away and waltzing about in wet clothes wouldn’t be too good.
	Halfway across--Dustin slipped on loose bark and went down.
	The creek, of course, was only knee deep and moved very slowly.
	Instinctively he tossed Kellie to the shore.
	She was caught by Meggy…
	Megan Nayar was even cuter up close.  She helped steady Dustin as he peeled out of his wet clothes.  Despite the lack of “depth” to the creek and its calmness, the water was cold and as darkness came to the quiet still woods--being wet wasn’t a good thing.
	Meggy’s eyes fell to Dustin’s droppy fuck stick, it was shagged out--had the life scared out of it, and was chilled.  Dustin explained that there was a place to go, Megan was cool with that.  She had a backpack with her and was “lost.”  Explaining to her the parallel world concept was taken more easier than thought.  She didn’t care, she and Ryan were on their own and had a “HELL” of a story.
	Here it is…

*

	 Megan Nayer was a church girl, “another” church girl.  And like some of the “other” church girls in this never ending epic saga of sexual depravation--she was a perv.  A closet perv.  She liked boys.  YOUNG boys.  She didn’t go out of her way to force a boy to be naughty with her, but then again--a boy that was young truly didn’t know the difference or no any better.  Megan was old enough and DID no the difference.  She just didn’t care.
	The church she attended with her grandparents was a SMALL church, it was growing--but slowly.  When there were no young boys in her life, Megan got friendly with her fingers, a cute cuke, a zesty zucchini, or a bananarama bonanza banana!  She tried sodomizing herself with long neck beer bottles and broomsticks--just to see what it would be like (to be sodomized.)  
	She didn’t really care for any of the boys (her age) and boys older didn’t care for her.  So it was young(er) boys she sought as she liked them and they liked her.
	One particular boy she favored was Ryan.  Together they got along well and she helped him with his Sunday School projects and walked with him to and from the church when his folks couldn’t come.  Megan would take the tyke and sometimes somewhere along the 2 block walk down this alleyway and that--Ryan had to pee.  Megan guided him into some dense/thick bushes along the various wood fences and let the boy’s willy out and helped him to pee.
	She needn’t worry if Ryan would “just happen to tell” his folks (or anyone else) in passing what Meggy did for him.  To him, it was none of their business and that was just the way he felt about it.  Which suited Megan and gave her relief.  She knew a girl who knew a girl who knew a girl (who knew a girl) who had been caught having sex with a young boy AND teaching sex to a girl of the same age as the boy.  SHE was in some kind of trouble.
	Megan didn’t want to be in ANY kind of trouble.
	Megan was Cheerful, Outgoing, middle-of-the-road Tomboy, semi cute, Pleasant, and fourteen.  (oh, and she liked/preferred young boys…)  She WAS smart, too; one “B” grade held her up from getting on the prestigious Honor Roll, she was witty and loved children…
	She had a pretty good body, she didn’t flaunt it and feared actually being raped and sodomized (harshly).  If an Attacker would be “gentle” about the sexual assault she really wouldn’t mind so much.  She would be fearful and frightened, sure--anyone would.  But then, during and moreso afterwards--so long as she wasn’t physically or serious maimed or injured--she wouldn’t care.
	AND she didn’t want to get knocked up--that would be bad.
	As a previous girl in a chapter or so back; Megan, too, enjoyed frolicking willy-nilly butt bare assed naked in the church.  There were a few occasions; like when she came to help clean the church--mop the kitchen floor, the small dinning room, the sanctuary carpeting getting a run down with the vacuum.  There was the straightening of the flowers and bibles and song books and so on and etc.
	When she was by herself, either before anyone else showed or after they had gone, Megan stripped off her clothes and did those menial tasks in the nude, or at the very least her undies when she feared some one MAY come back.  She always kept her clothes close at hand for just such emergencies.
	There WAS one time when the assist. pastor made an unannounced return, twenty minutes after leaving the church.  Megan was naked five minutes after everyone had cleared.  When she heard the side door lock and the jiggle of keys she panicked and flopped onto the floor in the main sanctuary quickly pulling up her clothes--just in time as the AP waltzed in quickly to fetch some books and things he had left on the grand piano by the choir.  Megan had barely gotten the bottom button of her shirt buttoned when he appeared, she was out of breath and a little askew, but she was sweeping and vacuuming and so the AP didn’t notice (or care.)
	She also whizzed in the baptismal water.  She would immerse herself and have herself a good pee--she also fingered her poon until she climaxed and always giggled herself to near outburst when come the Sunday and there was a baptism to be had…the pastor and “victim” were swimming/standing about in her essence!
	She also took pleasure in sitting in the pastor’s chair, farting and fingering herself.  Sometimes she imagined herself getting dicked by the old fart.  She wondered at times what it would be like to get laid by the old coot.  His assistant she wouldn’t mind and she thought he wouldn’t mind doing her!
	She had once bumped into the choir director/piano player.  He was a big man, well groomed, well poised, friendly and some inches over six feet tall!  When she backed up into him--her butt was right at his crotch.  She felt something hard--but wasn’t sure for certain, could have been a book, belt buckle, hard body, or hard-on!
	With Ryan there were only a few times she was actually naughty with him (at the church.)  They most often snuck down to a semi-dry river not far from the church and where they lived.  There were a few places Meg knew of to go to that were safe.  Bums, hoboes, and druggies also sought the sanctity of the so-so river.  Thugs and hoodlums and bad teens also hung out and about there, too.
	But Meg knew of places that were safe.  It was there she and her young lover got totally frisky (and naked.)  But though it was fun to be so bold out in public--it was ten times as much to do so at the church.
	In the back of her mind she knew that there was a possible chance that someday--someday she would get caught.

	She did.
	Luckily, though--however, it was by someone she knew AND who was an equal perv.  Once he had “caught/observed” her in the midst of being naughty with Ryan, he wanted her.  Like Megan, Morton Cane was a lecherous closet pervert.  Being a little older, in his mid 30s Meggy guessed, he kept his perversion desires to himself--fearing retribution (and the Law) should he be caught.  And being a member of a church, being semi social and employed as an assist. teacher wouldn’t be so good for him, either.
	Megan was a little scared, if not frightened.  Being caught in the act was not something she wanted to happen in any way--regardless if the person catching her was a fellow perv.  MC was friendly enough, though, and didn’t give her trouble…
	However, in return for the “no trouble” he wanted something in lieu of:  her.  Megan and young Ryan had been at the river in a secluded spot--so they (she) thought, by the train trestle spanning the so-so river.  Morton was there, too.  Why wasn’t known but he was.  He assured he hadn’t been stalking her or following her but the area was a place he frequented, too.
	For a week or so Megan was sick to her stomach (with worry.)  Although Morton had confidently told her that he wouldn’t squeal on her Megan was fearful.  When next they met, Megan was a little stunned and then later irked as Morton exasperated their relationship--in that he took advantage of her having something over on her.
	During services she got up from her pew to get a drink of water--suddenly, there was Morton behind her at the fountain in the hallway out from the sanctuary and foyer.  He caressed her sides and she KNEW he had a boner up against her ass.  There was a little alarm swarming through the girl--not in a church!  (but then again, Megan had already succumbed to naughtiness IN a church--her very OWN church!!)
	Morton “reached around” and fingered her between her legs humping her ass (through her clothing.)
	“You wanna be my naughty girl?” he said with a sly snicker.
	Megan was in a fix.  Any investigation on her claims against the slick sly pervert could also implicate her and under any pressure at all poor young Ryan might give up information best left unknown.
	She, too, though, was intrigued by the man’s proposal.
	She turned to him and fondle him between his legs.  She couldn’t help herself and couldn’t deny the strange feeling so familiar (when with Ryan being naughty in the church) that swelled and seethed throughout her young body.  Her nipples poked out through her thin cotton dress and she felt a strange moistness betwixt her legs!
	There was a unique euphoria of excitement with being so publicly naughty--with the whole congregation (all 30 of them) right close by.  Morton reached down and fingered her moist pussy through her dress and panties exciting her more and more.  He wanted to doink her right there!
	They were suddenly in the bathroom, the Men’s bathroom and in a stall.  There was a window to one side.  The light was from where the wash basin was and it was dark outside.  The window was open partly, a crank opening window.  It was not too well lit in the stall, there were two of them.
	Megan’s hands braced against the back dingy tiled wall, her dress hiked up over her waist and her panties OFF!  Morton squatting down admired her ass, licked each cheek and then set to tonguing her crack!
	Megan clenched more and more, shuddering and experiencing something of an unique orgasm.  Her back door was virtual virginal--save for the long neck bottles, broom handles, etc.  It was a first to be intruded upon by anything else--Morton’s tongue and fingers delved into her funk hole and soon his rock hard schlong was inching into her tight sphincter.
	It took a little doing, some spittle, and finger fucking before the act of sodomy actually took place--in a Men’s bathroom at a church while church was in progress!
	There was a little (no, a LOT) of discomfort as the tremendous intruding schlong made anal entry.  Megan was assured “it would get better” indicating that there would be more and more butt fuckings to cum.  When Morton had “cum” in her ass, she was sat down onto the toilet--and with still no male member of the congregation coming in to pee (or other) Morton pulled down the girl’s dress from her shoulders and partook of her lovely teenage titties.
	They kissed and he fingered her cunny until she creamed his fingers.

*

	After that her story fell silent and she didn’t say anymore.  On the sly Forrest took small peeks--seeing the man Morton taking when and where he wanted; usually in the church or down to the river where at one poin the tied her up spread eagle, peed on her and had sex with her almost violently.  He DID let her go but soundly reamed her asshole and got her to drink his cum AND pee.
	The point of where Meg wished (desired strongly) to cut her ties with the high strung perverted man was when he desired to do “likewise” unto Ryan, her young(er) lover.
	He also wanted her to get him a girl about the same age (from the Sunday School) he had strong suspicions that there some girls (at least one or two) who were naughty.
	Then, her mother caught her fingering herself.  There was a harsh scolding and a lot of “bitching.”  She was caught again.  She was caught smooching a so-so boyfriend, soiled panties in the wash (cum stains--and regardless if whether or not they were Meg’s cum or a boy’s cum Meg’s mommy was PISSED.)
	It became a living hell for Megan and finally enough was enough.
	She was half and half about the deed, to be free with Ryan was cool.  But she had kinda sorta kidnapped him away from HIS family, but he was willing.  They had only gone to the so-so river and a day’s walk beyond the trestle down river before entering the forest and getting completely lost.
	In her backpack she had some clothes, food, drinks, and money.  She cared for little else--so long as she had her young lover with her nothing else mattered.  Though older cock was pleasing to her cunt, Ryan’s seven year old pecker did a fine tantalizing number on her cunny, too.  (and there was no risk of getting pregnant, either!)
	Megan and Ryan were well welcomed into the group and it wasn’t long before she was privy to seeing Holly on all fours getting porked from behind by Dustin while she slurped off on Willy’s willy.  The other girls Annie, Jamie, Donna and HER sisters, and Jennifer Sarahs were ALSO naked.  (as was Scott, Donna’s ultra horny boyfriend.)
	“It’s a way of life.” Forrest commented to the slightly stunned girl.
	He himself was nude, cock hard, cum dripping from its piss slit.  Little Ryan was nude and playing with nude Nichelle.  Megan chewed semi thoughtfully on her lip, her pussy was moist again and tingling.  A tingling thrived throughout her young body and she shrugged.  She shucked her clothing and readily joined in on the narly frivolity.  Why not!?!

Encounters of the Creepy Kind
	“Is it supposed to be like this?”
	“Fuck if I know.”
	They hunkered down and waited.  And waited.  And waited some more.  It was a new experience and one that none of them really cared for.  It was the waiting, the unexpected, the not knowing what was to come that was the pisser of it all.
	There was no sound, no noise of any kind.  No air movement, no smell, and nothing to see but thick rolling gray fog surrounding them.  
	“Maybe going into these gray worlds aint always so good.” Jake said.
	He got a sideways smirk of “now you figured it out” look from companion John.  Jake sighed and felt the need to relieve himself, al la bowel movement.  Now, though, was not the time.
	Phase Shifting was not what it was all cracked up to be, but it was thought that entering one and when it was over would put those IN the Phase of Gray in a new world--hopefully one they knew or one step (phase) closer to their Birth World.  (if that was where they ultimately wanted to go.)
	With the raid from the western-style general store, they had food and clothing (for weather protection)--they just kinda sorta wanted a place to rest and stay put for awhile.  John had no desire whatsoever of returning to his Birth World, he just wanted to put his schlong to his granddaughters and let it be as that.  Jake wouldn’t care so much at making a return, but there was Skyler, and Forrest.  Cole, Breezy, and even Ghash!  He guessed he could do without encountering Ghash but there was a story with that strange fucked up fucker and he wanted to be a part of it.
	The gray fog slowly dissipated and once more they were in a forest.
	In the previous forest a hard rain had come moments after “arriving.”  there was no shelter and they were getting soaked to the skin.  Getting sick in an alternate world were a local pharmacy or hospital or drug store was no where to be had was not good.  The indicator item that August Moone the Phasing Traveler had left them indicated a Phase Shift coming in mere minutes.  They could pass it up, sure and simply wait for the next one--if they wanted.
	What they wanted was to be out of the fucking rain.
	So when the Phase came, and the subsequent fog thickened like a wall before them, they all promptly walked in and became surrounded if not immersed and were dumped into another forest.
	No rain.
	But it was not like the forest they had just left.
	It was a little on the spooky side--if not creepy.
	They were still wet from the previous brief experience.  Shuddering and very cold.  Jake longed to be back at the Hummer parked at the desert mine.  There was a give and take to this world shifting stuff.

	A miserable night there was spent shivering ‘neath a great elm.  A fire had been made but it actually did little to keep them warm.  By morning they all were sniffling and had sore throats.  By noon they had found a creek that had sizable fishes within.
	By evening they had made their way down the creek coming upon a small structure.  The Phase Shift indicator had not yet “register”, meaning that the next Phase wasn’t due for a long-long time.  With no “indication” of a Phase it meant at least the next one was some 24 hrs. away, a Phase had to be within 24 hrs. before the indicator would register.
	The structure was of a material unknown to Jake and John, it seemed like a fibrous composite, perhaps fiberglass.  It was slanted like some whacked out architect from the 60s era (of their Birth World.)  It was also reminiscent of small-small slanted barn roofs from the 1800s.  
	There was only one door.  Or at least what appeared to be a door, there was no handle or peep-hole.  They pushed on it, tapped on it, tried pushing up, down and side ways.  It wouldn’t budge.  There was a seam forming what appeared to be a door, but…
	There was, however, a small palm sized dull black half dome orb to one side of the “door.”  After much ado about dinking with the apparent non-functioning door, Jake placed his hand on the orb-dome.
	And was promptly punished for his doing so.
	A large amount of electrical discharge overwhelmed him--significantly charring his body to a near crisp.  Luckily it was quick and not long lasting.  His clothing was near burnt off of him, his hair was frizzed, teeth tingled, and he felt as though he’d never be able to coax his dick out of his asshole…
	He lay on the ground trembling (and pissing up his ass).  Electricity flashed in his eyes and across his teeth.  
	One minute--two--three--ten…
	Jake gulped, batted his charred eyes-- “Don’t touch that.” he said in a hoarse whisper.
	“Gotcha.” smiled John.
	The door had opened, too.  Natch!

	Inside the odd building was deemed a storehouse.  But a storehouse of stores for a peoples “not of this world.”  The containers were the give away:   written in a language unknown to them.
	The containers, however, were easier to get into than the storehouse.  Inside the square containers of various sizes were clothing.  Usually one piece quilted overalls but some had other pieces of clothing suited for various environments.
	Socks and boots and flipflops, too!
	No undies--yer own yer own there!
	Feminine hygiene products were discovered, though the containers containing them were elusive to the group, Brittany, Trisha, and Kasey knew what they were (and for.)
	Building materials (constructs for domes); agricultural supplies of piping and water cisterns, fertilizer and that sort; and food (glorious food~)
	Bedding supplies in that of cots (lovely comfy cots) with sleeping bags for any environmental conditions.  Everything that they wanted (and needed) was in the storehouse.  even some medical supplies that burnt to a crisp Jake needed!
	Now, that door.
	It DID open.
	It also closed.  Opening from the inside ALSO required the touch of the globe (there was one on the inside, too.)
	“I aint touchin’ it!” sparked Jake who had taken on a curiously odd burnt toast smell.”
	Drake took the chance--mush to the alarm of the others.
	But unlike Jake, nothing happened.  The door “whooshed” open.
	But in seconds it closed again.
	A dull light was in some recessed light niches, passing one’s hand over them and they became brighter until they suddenly went out.  But then you could pass your hand over them again, and the light gradient would repeat--and you could simply hold your hand over the light more than a second and the process happened all the more quickly.
	Cramped quarters it was, no windows, one door.  (and no bathroom)
	But, they were dry, they had food, and could sleep in relative security.
	The food was in a self-contained packages that when opened became instantly HOT if necessary, or COLD.  There were bottles (of a material unknown to them) that contained a liquid that was good--and unknown.
	When the need for a bathroom came to be, they had to go outside.  Fearing the outside globe to open the door John kept the door open with a rock blocking its full closure and allowing access both ways.
	Jake had just closed his eyes, the creams and ointments found in the storehouse helped, but he was tired and shagged out--and he hadn’t been doing any shagging!  Suddenly Trisha ran scurrying back in from a quick trip outside for to potty.
	“Somethings out there!” she nearly shrieked.
	Naturally.
	Jake and John made good turning off the lights inside and stepped outside and let their eyes adjust.  That still took awhile.  They heard nothing and saw nothing for several minutes.
	Then, something DID move some distance away.  Slowly.  It was undiscernable as to what it actually was, was it a lost person or an animal, or “other.”  John and Jake didn’t know and had no weapons with them, either.
	They waited.  Then, another movement was detected, and another…

*author's note:  apologies for the delay in posting; I've been ill.  really-really ill.  I usually post five chapters at a time but due to the time lapse from the last post and this time I thought I'd just post these three and get the other two when I can and continue on as such.*