August Moone Sagas
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 5
Low Lifes and other Scoundrels 
(a continuation)

Do my eyes deceive me?
	Funny how things just fall into place…
	He watched them as they trampled across the small meadow; there were four of them, two boys—two girls, all about eleven years young.  One boy carried a backpack, small.  The rest had sticks they used for walking and poking things.  Happy-go-lucky they were, no cares, no worries, and far from home (civilization.)
	Of course it was assumed they were equipped with the latest EMAD detectors and electronic means of disabling said EMAD usage.  That was a given, no one ventured out of their home environment without something to deter Electronic Mind Altering Devices.
	The boy with the blue backpack seemed to be the leader, he seemed to be the one choosing the paths to take.  The rest were “followers.”  There didn’t seem to be any dissension among three; the girls kept fairly close together, looking at flowers mostly while the boys sought out creepy creatures in the bug/insect variety.
	The boys could be used—the girls, too, but the interest was mainly in the boys—the girls would just be an added extra bonus.  Nothing wrong with that!

	The girls being girls, especially eleven year old girls, picked flowers, giggled incessantly and brushed up against one another as girls do.  Not a guy kinda thing.  The boys were some feet ahead chasing a lizard.  One of the girls wore a straw sun hat, short blue top, long light blue pants.  She had a nice butt with pleasing palm sized titties.  It was a safe bet she was a virgin.  Maybe.
	The other girl had long red hair, some freckles, smaller titties but had a great little butt.  Brad and Jason were gonna luv them both!

*

	Young Blake scrambled up a granite rock/boulder not carrying about the skints to his knees and hands OR the rips to his pants.  The rips to his pants he’d care about later (when at home in front of his mother explaining “I was just playing.”)  It wouldn’t work and a butt spanking would soon ensue.
	Best buddy Howie circled the boulder, “I don’t see it.” he called out.
	“It’s gotta be around here somewhere.”
	“It probably went under.”
	Blake not dejected picked at the tree limb debris on top of the great boulder, peering into the cracks, “here skinky-skinky-skinky.” he called.  There was no “skink” but there was a snake.  The flash of the snake marginally missed striking the young foolhardy adventurer; he dashed back quickly enough but tumbled down the boulder just the same.
	He struck the almost soft earth losing his ability to breath.  His companions came to him quickly in alarm.  The boy had tears and spittle spewing from his young face.
	“FUCK!” he yelled out when at last he got his breath.
	“What happened?” asked Howie.
	“A s-snake, I saw a snake.”
	“Where?” asked Patty in slight fright.
	“Up on the stupid rock,” Blake answered feeling foolish, “I guess I disturbed him when I was looking for that stupid lizard.”
	Blake remained sitting for a moment continuing to gather himself.
	“You coulda gotten really hurt.” said Patty squatting down beside him askew.
	“Yeah, yeah.” Returned Blake who stared at the ground feeling miserable and embarrassed.  Mostly embarrassed.  Losing composure in the midst of friends wasn’t cool.
	“Maybe we should get back,” Tanya spoke up, “my Mom’s gonna have a fit before too long.”
	Blake said nothing.
	Patty stood and the top of her yellow panties could be seen from her pants.  A woodpecker pecked on a tree somewhere close.  Wild mint and wild roses meshed in the cool of the afternoon breeze.
	“Lemme have one of those crap bars.” Howie said.  Blake still feeling the sting of embarrassment slung the pack off his back and handed it to his pal.  The girls seeing that all was well again went plucking more wildflowers.

	Patty checked the boys then slowly/playfully she and Tanya moved around the rock.  “I gotta pee.” Patty announced.
	“Thanks for sharing!” giggled Tanya.
	Both girls giggled; Patty undone her pants, pushed them and her yellow panties down to her knees then squatted.  She firstly farted then a steady stream of pee began to spew from her cunny.  
	“What are they doing?” Patty asked.
	“Still sitting, Blake is, Howie eating and scratching himself.”
	Patty giggled.
	“Which one do you think is cuter?  Blake or Howie?”
	“Hmmm, I dunno, really—Blake, I guess.”
	“I like Howie.”
	Patty finished her pee, pulled out some tissue paper from her pocket and gave herself a wipe.  Standing up she stepped away from her “puddle” and just held her clothes up.  Her friend, Tanya, picked her nose, adjusted her bra and looked all around the area not paying attention to Patty’s undress.
	Patty caressed her bared butt before slowly putting her panties and pants back into place.  
	“You never answered me back there at the fence.”
	“What?”
	Patty rolled her eyes, “About swimming with the boys,” then, “you know, if we could, if there was a pond somewhere or something.”
	“Skinny dipping?”
	“Yeah, that.”
	Patty wrinkled her nose, picked her panties out of her butt, “I dunno, maybe.”
	The girls went silent for a moment watching the various bugs and insects, butterflies.  Tanya sat on a small boulder, adjusted her bra some more, “I hate this thing!” she announced.
	“Boys are so lucky!” replied Patty.  She adjusted her sun hat, yawned and saw the creature the boys had been chasing.  It slithered quickly along into the underbrush of the meadow’s wild flowers.  She smiled and leaned against an old fence post.
	“I guess.” she said.
	“Guess what?”
	“If there was a pond—I probably would.”
	“Really?”
	“Yeah, really.”

	“Kewl!” grinned Tanya.
	“The boys would have to stay in the woods or something until I was in.”  She got a little embarrassed, tugged at the pink strap to her watch, plucked stickers from her socks and watched her friend undoing her bra strap from inside her shirt.
	“It’s probably too small, you need a different size.”
	“I’d rather not wear one at all!”
	“You have to!”
	“Yeah.” Tanya said dejectedly.
	Patty stretched, picked at her crotch; “Too bad there’s not a pond around somewheres.”
	“There is.” smiled Tanya.
	Patty wasn’t expecting that.

*

“Damn, that’s cold!”
“And deep.”
	The pond wasn’t far, Tanya assured them, she had really only a vague idea of where it was—she had seen her grandpa’s maps of the area and he had told her of going to the pond when he was a boy.  The day was still young but they couldn’t stay too long.
	Along their route they found a discarded (empty) beer bottle and part of someone’s pants; a CD blank with the words written on it Thrash Monkey; a frayed belt; and some used toilet tissue.
	Ewewewew
	The foursome picked their way along a so-so trail; there, too, was a so-so wooden fence.  The boys checked for snakes and lizards; the girls picked more flowers for the making of wreaths and “tiaras”.  The path to the pond wound this way and that until half an hour later they came to it; great trees of oak and pine surrounded the pond that spanned some fifteen feet across and was choked with fallen trees and logs.  It was fed by an underground spring with a small creek running out of it to a small creek not far away.
	Patty and Tanya looked around (security check).  The boys were eager to shed their clothes and plunge in and were already near naked when the pond came into full view.  The girls backed up and avoiding checking the boys as they stripped off their clothes—kinda.  Both had seen the boys peeing and both had seen little boys completely naked.  

 	Patty and Tanya had been schooled about “boy parts” and sex, sex acts, positions.  It was a new (sick) world and sex ed was being taught at the school and home level to children who barely had a concept of sex parts (or positions.)
	The girls giggled as the boys plunged butt naked into the pond.  They splashed about madly and had no cares.  Patty and Tanya could well enough see the nude boys, mostly their bare bums as the boys shot up and dove into the pond.  It was no biggie, really, the group were friends and seeing one another was regarded as “no biggie.”
	But still…
	“You guys coming or what?” asked Blake.
	“Turn around.” said Patty.
	“Aw, man!” bitched Howie.
	“Turn around or we’ll leave you here, alone!”
	“So?” scoffed Howie.
	“Yeah, so?  We know how to get back.”
	Patty’s idle threat didn’t work as intended.  Nevertheless, though, neither she or Tanya were stripping until the boys turned about.  Semi reluctantly the boys complied.  Patty remained hesitant, expecting the boys to whirl around just as she was undressing or in a compromising position.  Tanya made quick fluidic moves in her undressing; pausing when she was at her panties.
	The boys were gone.
	“Oh shit.” 
	“Assholes,” said Tanya, “they’re probably just under the water somewhere watching us.”
	“Perverts.” quipped Patty.
	The girls were good natured, though, disgusted at the boys but boys were boys.  Patty stepped out of her pants, ran her fingers thru her hair then pulled off her finger rings—“My Mom would freak if I lost these.”
	Tanya nodded and began sliding her panties down.
	‘If you could, who would you have like to get sex from, Blake or Howie?’
	“Huh?”
	“What?”
	“You said something, about Blake or Howie.”
	Patty looked to her friend oddly, “I haven’t said anything.”
	Tanya stood, naked, blinking her eyes, “I heard something, about Blake and Howie.”

	Slowly Patty looked around then squatted (nakedly) and checked the EMAD detectors on her clothes.  Tanya squatted, too.  “Anything?” she asked.  
	Patty shook her head, “Nope.” then, “You’re hearing things.”
	“This might have been a bad idea.”
	“You wanna go back?”
	A momentary pause, “Well, we’re already here.”
	“And naked.”
	Tanya shrugged, “Ok, I guess.”

	Two boys fishing off a wooden pier at a big lake.  Both need to pee so they whip out their schlongs and trying to impress upon the other that he’s cock is better states, “Damn, that water is cold” but the other boy replies, “Yeah, and deep, too!”
	The water had been cold, at first, Blake found there was a bottom, three or four feet below his dog-paddling feet.  He was mindful of the “debris” to be wary of so as not to get entangled (and drown.)  Treading water he faced the great log debris jam at the one side of the pond after being told/asked to “turn around.”  Howie wasn’t as good a swimmer or could tread water very well so he was at the side of the pond where he could stand on some of the underwater logs.
	‘Which one of the girls would you like to see naked?’
	“Huh?” he sputtered water and checked his friend.  Howie bobbed up and down in the water—an odd manner of tantalizing his balls.  
	‘You’d like to see Patty naked, wouldn’t you?’
	Blake shook his head, “Huh?  What?”
	‘Turn around, sink down in the water by the pants to your left.’
	Blake did so, he was confused but did so.  
	‘I’m your Conscious—yeah, that’s it, Conscious.’
	“Conscious?”
	‘Yes, Stupid, don’t talk out loud, I’m inside you—I can hear your thoughts.’
	“Oh.” then, ‘Oh.’ then, ‘Really?’
	Howie had found some tadpoles to take his interest, Blake followed his “Conscious’s” commands, dipping just under the water’s surface by the plants—cattails and other assorted aquatic plant life along with floating bark debris concealed him from those on shore.
	‘Patty.’ Blake answered his Conscious’s question.
	‘And you’d like to FUCK her, too, yes?’
	Blake gulped and nearly choked swallowing pond water.

	‘I-I don’t know, maybe, if she was cool with that I guess so.’
	‘You know how to FUCK?’
	‘Yeah, sort of.’
	‘Would you like Patty to SUCK your cock?’
	Blake didn’t know, he wasn’t sure.  And the concept of “butt-fucking” was something he very muchly wasn’t sure about—but he’d like to give it a try.
	‘Do you like seeing your friend, Howie, naked?’
	‘What?’
	‘Would you like to have Howie SUCK your cock?’
	‘No way, dude, that’s sick!’
	Just then, Patty and Tanya squatted.  They were doing something on shore with their clothes.  Blake had a boner.  The sun was too bright and in his eyes to see absolutely clearly, but he could see Patty’s ass, her crack.
	‘You’d like to see her peeing, wouldn’t you?’
	‘I-I guess so.’
	‘You’d like to have her “handle” your cock, wouldn’t you; to play with it like you do to yourself?’
	Blake began to grow both embarrassed and horny.  The notion of Patty “handling” his cock like he did himself excited him.  But he didn’t think she was THAT kind of girl.  Maybe…

	The kids frolicked; the boys jumping up out of the water (to show off semi intentionally their naughty bits and dive back into the pond—showing off more intentionally their bare asses.)  the girls kept to themselves, dunking down and staying away from the boys—but giggling and gawking semi intentionally at the boys’ naughty bits…

Much ado about frolicking	
	Time was meaningless—‘specially if you were having fun.  At length, though, Patty took note of the time of day, the encroaching clouds and the seemingly approach of “evening type time.”  Her watch was on the shore with her clothes.  No longer quite caring that she was naked OR that the boys had seen her most of her naked Patty scrambled out of the water to check the time.  Then she stood cocked on the shore holding the watch, 
	“Guys, we’ gotta go!” she said standing in full view of the boys.  For some reason it didn’t bother her…
	hmmmm

	‘if you put your clothes on—your clothes will be wet—and that’s mighty uncomfortable for the LONG walk back to your granny’s.’ pause for dramatic effect as well as letting the wet clothes equals uncomfortable notion sink in.
	‘Solution?  Walk naked for a few minutes and let NATURE dry your skin.  Why not?  There’s no one around—no one around at all!’
	Blake and Patty looked to one another and sighed; Blake tried hard not to stare down to Patty’s goodie; in turn, Patty tried the same with Blake.  Tanya and Howie didn’t seem to care and were mostly nonchalant about the whole nudity, thing.  
	The four collected their clothes then struck off on the path they had made to the pond back to Patty’s grandmother’s ever none the wiser that they were being followed.
	‘Nice ass she has, huh?’
	‘Huh?  Yeah, yeah, I-I guess so.’ Young Blake followed Patty who had gotten ahead of him.  She DID have a nice ass, Blake’s eyes focused on the curves, the crack—his young tallywhacker became stiffer and stiffer.
	The sudden sound of a thunder boomer stopped the kids.
	“Shit!” blurted Blake.
	“That sounded close.” reported Tanya.
	“Too close, we better scat quick.”
	The kids figured themselves to be well enough dry and began dressing; the boys paying slight attention to the girls as the girls pulled up their panties.  On the sly, both girls checked the boys as the boys stood at the final moments of pulling up their underwear—catching a glimpse of their boyhoods standing straight and hard.
	‘Wouldn’t you like to touch his penis?’
	Patty gulped and suddenly turned very blush.  A new feeling erupted in her and the urge to “finger” herself was hard to put off.  ‘Wouldn’t you like to hold his balls, caress his COCK, have it rub against you where you pee?’
	Patty gushed and stumbled.  Blake was right there to catch her, she fell anyways but he hand her hand and helped her to stand.  Patty was embarrassed and defensive measures took over—she flung her hands and somewhat stormed off.
	“What’s with her?” Howie asked.
	“Girls!” Blake said, he was just trying to help.
	Tanya struck off from the boys, sticking her tongue out at them.
	Howie and Blake shook their heads sadly, “And they say GIRLS are more mature than us!?”
	“Bullshit!” Howie said.
	“No kidding.” 
	The boys finished dressing and began to follow the girls.
	‘You’d like to put you pud against her body, wouldn’t you?’
	Blake licked his lips and shrugged, ‘I-I guess so.’
	‘You’d like to have Tanya fondle your cock, wouldn’t you?’
	Howie gulped and shot a look to his pal as if it were HIM who was speaking inside his mind.  ‘Yeah, sure-sure, I-I suppose, I-I guess.’
	Blake began to whistle—it annoyed the Voice inside his head.  A marching-whistling tune, it was catchy—but annoying.  Howie beat a stick on a bottle to make the march beat better.  When they caught up with the girls, and passed them, the girls struck up a tune of their own and the Voice was—disenfranchised?

*

Poon Pies and Tube Steaks
	Another “close” thunder boomer halted the kids, and their infernal whistling.  They had come to the big hill, the path went around it.  Less than half a mile and there would be the great meadow, just beyond it was Patty’s grandmother’s house where the kids’ parents were.  It was Patty’s grandmother’s house, but the kids’ parents were friends, close family friends.  With the chaos that the cities were in a nice jaunt to the country was just the thing.
	‘Go left.’
	Patty stood, she had a pebble in her shoe and was tired, hungry, and thirsty.  The others had stopped to pee, dig their underwear out of their butt crack, and take a breather.
	Howie was peeing, he had turned and simply hauled out his still partially erect schlong.  Tanya’s panties had worked into her butt crack and Blake very muchly wished it was HIS hand that was working them out.  He stood with the need to pee, too, but his cock was too hard to make that happen—he stood just behind Tanya as she fingered her butt.
	‘Geeze, girl, it’d be easier if you’d just pull your pants down and pull the underwear out!’ he thought to himself.
	And that was what she did!
	She had “encouraged” help of course—of course!
	No one but Blake saw her ease her gray jeans down, just enough to clear her delicious butt.  Howie had finished peeing but was busy working his cock.  Patty was swigging a drink and munching a power bar.

	At length the group continued, going “left” around the hill and into the woods.
	“Didn’t we come thru the meadow?” quipped Tanya.  She said so as she had a tiara of wildflowers she had plucked from said meadow.  Patty stopped and gave it a rethought.
	“I-I thought so, too.”
	‘No, it’s a quicker way thru the woods, the trail comes out at the other end of the meadow.  Time!  We’ve got to make time!’
	“No, this is a quicker way, thru the woods.  The trail comes out at the other end of the meadow.  We’ve got to make time.”
	No one doubted her and they all quickly followed.  

	Meadow Woods—so the sign said.  Blake had known a girl at his school named Meadow.  She was TALL, thin, and for eleven had the tits of a sixteen year old!  Strawberry blond hair, really thin at the hips, TIGHT jeans she wore always, a pink top with some sort of symbol on the front.  She was nice, though, popular with the girls and VERY popular with the boys.  He didn’t know if she “put out” or not, but …
	Huge pines and cedars, a forest floor that was soft and layered with pine needles.  Great boulders dotted the landscape, too.  There were small creeks running everywhere, some had water in them while others were either dry or had intermittent areas of pools or dampness suggesting otherwise.
	Blake tried to whistle up the annoying marching tune again but was too tuckered out to keep the pace-rhythm/cadence.  Just then, though, a small piggy darted out from the thick growth of bushes/ferns about the great trees.  It had a collar on it, a blue ribbon, and was absolutely filthy.  But Patty knew it,
	“Wilbur!” she shouted.  The missing pig.  Wilbur was a famed pig in her grandmother’s community, it was less than a year old and was a prize winner at the local & state fairs, and it had recently escaped a neighbor’s farm.
	“Catch it!” Patty shouted to anybody.
	The boys quickly darted for the adventurous swine, but the animal was frightened out of its wits already and bolted.  The boys gave chase with the girls following.
	‘ARGH!’

	This way and that way the piggy ran amok; darting under logs, squeezing under small tunnels under great boulders, and making wild impossible –U- turns to double back and high tail it between the chasing boys’ legs!
	The girls squealed and Tanya almost caught him, but she fell on her butt and it didn’t feel good.  Patty helped her up and brushed her off,
	‘Hmmm, curious about your friend?’
	‘Huh?’
	‘Well, you’ve seen your friend naked, wouldn’t you like to RUB your hand on her tush?’
	‘WHAT!?  HUH!?  NO WAY!’
	‘Wouldn’t you like to put your finger to her pussy?’
	‘NO!’
	‘Are you sure?’
	‘YES!’
	‘Wouldn’t you like HER to touch you there, to finger or LICK your pussy?’
	No response.  She was too shocked by the very idea and could only stand in wonderment.
	“You ok?” Tanya asked interrupting Patty’s dilemma.
	‘Huh?’  then, “Huh?  What?”
	“You were staring,” Tanya said, she looked over her shoulder into the woods, “you were someplace else, not here.” 
	Patty DID like Tanya, of the many friends Patty had, Tanya was the best.  By far.  She put up with a lot of Patty’s shit—Patty was sometimes uppity; she came from a good home whose parents were “well off” and that sometimes put Patty in an UpperClass “I’m Better Than You” mentality.  Usually, though, it didn’t take too long and Patty returned to the ground and resumed her “I’m Not A Bitch” attitude and all was well.
	Patty could find no better friend than Tanya.  They had discussed boys but never masturbated or pleased themselves in any way with the other’s presence.  That was a private thing done privately.  Farting, belching, and talking about “boy parts” was ok, though.
	Patty shook her head to clear it, looked around, 
	“Where are the boys?”
	Neither girl could hear them crashing thru the woods, nor was their any sound to be heard from Wilbur.  “Shit.” Bitched Patty.  The girls held hands and stood still…

	Ever have one of those days where you go to a pond to swim naked with some naked girls, then you go for a naked walk in the woods, then you chase after SOME pig in the woods and wind up face down in a big mud puddle?
	Blake hit his chin on a rock, too; this after tripping on some small exposed roots from surrounding bushes.   He plunged headlong into the unforeseen mud puddle—once more temporarily have the wind knocked out of him.
	Best buddy Howie was there to help—but he wasn’t much help as while pulling up his friend he slipped on the edge of the mud puddle and they both went down with a mighty ker-splash!

	“Wait, I hear something.” 
	Tanya strained her ears but heard nothing.  She needed to pee and fart; her stomach was growling, it was late in the day—the anticipatory growling from her parents was going to be worse, though.  
	Patty lightly brushed against her friend, her eyes of blue peering steadily into the woods.
	Suddenly, 
	“There he is!” she screeched.
	A small animal darted quickly—too quickly out of the thick brush across the girls’ path.  It was a mere blur but the girls gave quick chase.  Patty’s straw hat got caught in the brush as she ducked down to make her way.  Both girls were getting scratched up, their bare arms as well as their clothes getting the worst of it.
	They emerged from the thick brush to a small clearing.
	“There he is!” Patty screeched again.  Both girls made a dutiful plunge for the animal but it again scurried away quick.  
	Then another animal made an appearance.
	It was not Wilbur the Terrific Pig (spelled out in a spider’s cobweb no less) but another woodsy animal—black and white with a twitchy tail.  The animal sniffed at the girls then turned and aimed….
	Ut oh!

	Ever have one of those days where you go for a nature walk with your friends, then go to a secluded pond to skinny with the same friends, ogle the boys’ boy parts; then while heading back home find a neighbor’s pig and chase after it only to get sprayed by skunk!?

	Patty and Tanya backed up from the skunk, but the woodland creature gave them another dose before scampering away.  Patty and Tanya were in tears.  The boys showed up and instantly backed up.
	“Holy shit, what happened!?” blurted Howie.
	“A skunk got us!” yelled Tanya.

	The girls were in fits (stinky fits), the boys soaked in icky woodland mud.  Blake had skint up his shins and chin along with impacting his wrists.  Howie had banged his knee and slammed his head against the mud puddle.  Could it get any worse?
	Heee-heee-heee-heee
	Along with mu-haw-haw-haw….
	Suddenly a stranger came upon them.
	‘Be calm.’ 
	It was hard to be calm when dosed with skunk perfume, the girls stood still clutching their hands—but were calm.  The skints and other maladies of the painful nature were nulled—slightly.  
	‘Follow me.’
	One by one the foursome, Blake Comly, Howie Ganz, Patricia Ayers, and Tanya Juarez all age eleven traipsed thru the woods to a new adventure.

	After crossing a creek and a small meadow the group found themselves at the back end of a rustic cabin.  
	‘All right, here we are.  Do as you are told, do as I say—when I say it.  DON’T piss me off, DON’T make me angry, DON’T DEFY me—or you will regret it.’
	The kids were a little scared, but that was a given and understandable.
	“Take off your clothes.”
	The girls bulged their eyes in shock, the boys gulped for air in shock.
	“Take off your clothes, NOW!”
	Slowly the kids complied, they felt overly compelled to do along with not knowing what would happen to them if they didn’t—and not wanting to find out.  They had already been nude with each other so that wasn’t too bad, but being naked with a stranger—and a MAN stranger was a toughie.
	The boys were motioned to sit on a wood pile, the girls stood idly by.
	“Don’t move.  Not an inch.”
	The girls were petrified, knowing that they were going to be raped and whatever else went with abduction and sexual assault.  The man entered the backdoor of the cabin leaving them alone.

	The girls looked to the boys.  It could be seen on the boys’ faces, “RUN!”  Blake looked out into the woods, he was unfamiliar with them but thought that maybe he could get away and find help.  Maybe.
	Howie gave no thought to “running.”  
	Tanya felt ill, the stench of the skunk spray was a bit munch; coupled with her fright of the unknown of what was going to happen to her bolstered her fright level
	Patty had mixed emotions but stared out into the woods, too—they were just as unfamiliar to her as to Blake but she was willing to give a try.  Somehow, though, her feet were “glued” to the ground.  Her legs shook and casually she wondered what the man would do to her if she were caught.
	The man returned with a galvanized pail containing some household items.
	Some towels and sponges, then a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, and dish soap.  No tomato juice.  Tomato juice, the stand-by of folklore, doesn't work.  Because it does have some oil in it, it might break up the structure of the sulfur-based make-up of the skunk spray and make it easier to wash out. It's gotten a reputation for killing skunk odor because, after the sulfuric compound in skunk spray has assaulted human noses and created olfactory fatigue, the pungency of tomato can be detected as "stronger" than skunk. So, it doesn't kill the odor, but it does make it less noticeable.
	The household ingredients were made up with the addition of a gallon of water in the pail.  Then the rags and sponges were applied to the young girls’ bodies by the man.  The girls stood quiet and still, the boys sat on the wood pile with “wood” between their legs.
	After the girls were rinsed with a fresh pail of water they were told to “take a seat” on the wood pile, their clothes were collected and put into the pail.  The boys stood and were carefully examined—just their skints, bruises, abrasions, and other assorted hurtie-owies.
	When that was done…
	“Come here, both of you.” 
	Patty and Tanya gulped, held hands and came up to where the man had directed them to stand—which was up close to the boys.  Then, the group was told to “face each other.”  That really wasn’t a problem, however…
	“Embrace.”

*

If it feels good—for gosh sakes DO IT!
	Thankfully he was a bit tall so he didn’t have to look into her eyes.  His cock pressed against her smooth belly, his hands clamped not too tightly but clamped just the same to her equally smooth butt.  In the woods beyond a woodpecker pecked noisily, wild mint and roses filled the air and Blake Comly was moments away from something incredible.
	The fright level Patty had previously experienced had decreased, somewhat.  She was still frightened but was confused—if she were to be raped, was it by the man who had gotten the skunk stink off of her or by Blake?  Blake’s hands holding her butt was kinda nice, she had to curl her toes and push down the other thoughts of naughtiness…
	Howie was about the same height as was Tanya, they stood with brows pressed together—their fright level was nominal—it was the uncertainty that frightened them the most.  They stood likewise like Blake and Patty, hands to the others ass, thoughts of naughtiness in varying degrees of thought.
	After a moment or two of “embracing” the couples separated by a mere few inches.  Then, 
	“Tug on his pud.” 
	Patty wasn’t too sure what a “pud” was, she pursed her lips and figured it out, though, it could only be ONE thing.  She gulped, licked her lips and felt her heart beating near out of her chest.  Slowly she wrapped her fingers about Blake’s “pud” and worked it.
	Howie let out a slight moan of pleasure as Tanya done the same to him.  ‘I’m likin’ this!’ was his conveyed thought.

	Neither girl had ever given a BJ, but they had heard about other girls at their school doing so—Patty kinda doubted it for reals but assumed that there was probably at least ONE or two girls who did.  
	Cocksucking, giving a hummer, a presidential, a BlewInHisKey, bobbing on the knob, giving a head job, going down (on a guy) and old fashioned “blow job.”  With all that was in the wicked world sex and advanced sex was talked about even on the elementary level.  In some schools there were “visual” aids…
	With the daily news and other forms of media, the kids (all kids) were well advanced in most of the sexual techniques—deviant or otherwise.  It was the new way of the world and generally accepted.

	‘Do you finger youself?’
	The words nearly burned into her mind.  She returned to him a blank stare of awe—all the while her hand worked Blake’s cock back and forth.  Already there was “seepage” to his piss hole; Blake’s own hands rested on Patty’s hips.
	‘Answer me, honey, or else.’
	‘Else what?’ it was a typical response from a kid.
	‘Else you get a spanking.’ pause for dramatic effect, then, ‘right in front of your friends, bent over the wood pile—your ass, your TENDER ass will suffer five minutes of beating.’
	Patty tightened up, specifically her “tender” ass.  Then she answered, ‘Yes’ to his question.
	‘By yourself?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘Ever get caught?’
	She pursed her lips and stopped stroking Blake’s cock.
	‘Y-yes.’
	‘By who?’
	A slight pause, a gulp, then a pressing need to poop.
	‘My dad.’
	‘Recently, how long ago, what did he do?’
	‘Couple weeks ago, got embarrassed and left.’
	‘Does he spank you?’
	She had to think it over, it had been awhile, a long while.  She had never seen him naked but she HAD seen her mom naked.  Her mom knew she was “fingering” herself and it was okay.  Other than Blake and Howie she had not really seen boys naked.
	The stroking continued and Blake was tossed some questions.

	Blake’s mom had walked in on him while he was “spanking the monkey.”  She was embarrassed and never walked in on him again.  His dad took a belt to him, though.  He had sexual conquests in his dreams, in his bed, against his bed—draw your own conclusions here.  Virtually ever girl he knew he thought of screwing.  He had the basic element of what “screwing” was about and if fucking a girl was as good as was jerking off and fucking his bed then he was all for it!

Up close and very personal
	Gently she caressed the “member”, she wasn’t sure if it was a “dream” come true or what, but she managed.  Curiosity was one thing but actually following thru?  Fingering herself was one thing, but fingering someone else?  She had been asked about “fingering someone else” and Patty had to admit that she WAS curious about it—what would it be like to finger Tanya?  Or to have Tanya finger her?
	Patty Ayers never thought of putting her fingers about a boy’s prong.
	It was warm, warm and stiff.  Chewing on one part of her lips she gawked at the stiff thing; she was a little embarrassed and knew that Blake was, too.  But they were being “coerced” into participating in the hellish naughty acts and neither of them wanted to be “spanked” as the Man said he would do to them if they didn’t do as he said.
	So Patty had went to her knees, as she was told.  She “gripped” Blake’s dick, as she was told, and waited for the next command.
	“Kiss it.”
	Patty blinked her eyes, held her shut for a lingering second of awe and Oh My God what did you say?  A gulp, a lip lick, and then she leaned her head in and pressed her lips to Blake’s dick.
	Pre-cum had soiled the head of Blake’s cock, it was as stiff as it had ever been, even stiffer!  It felt differently, too, way different than when he merely wanked on it or humped his bed.  He couldn’t even imagine what getting a blow job from a girl could be like, let alone actually sinking his pud into a girl’s sex!
	Patty was pretty, maybe not the prettiest girl at their school, but she was okay.  And she was damn pretty while naked.  He was still in some awe that she had willingly gotten naked with him and the others at the pond.  It was her idea, wasn’t it?  He wondered if the Man who was telling them what to do had been in charge all along or what.
	He wanted to check Tanya and Howie but his attention remained steadfast on Patty; her brown hair was a mess all tangled and in a great need of a brushing; but it still somehow maintained a luxture of delight, soft and alluring that hung just past her shoulders.  Patty A had a nice body, ‘specially naked!  A great firm butt, good titties for being eleven, slight fur concealing her sex.  She was a sweet girl who scored mostly A’s on her school work, everyone liked her and the fact that she liked him was a double A-plus!

	The taste of his pre-splooge was kind of disgusting.  It was like no other taste she had ever tasted.  ‘Lick it, lick it all, lick it clean.’ she was told in her mind.  And though the thought of licking “anything” from a boy was disgusting enough, Patty A tongued clean the head of Blake C’s cock.
	‘Good job!’, then, “suck it.”
	Patty held firm, something strange was happening between her legs—a feeling she had seldom felt before but was ten times as intense.  She was also repulsed.  Sucking a boy’s cock?  She had heard of girls who did such things, it was all over the news and even discussed in her class—when it was just the girls separated from the boys for Sex Discussions.  Ms. Wanner had explained that Oral Sex was not considered “sex”; in the new day and age of sexual depravity, a girl giving a “presidential” to a boy was not considered sex; and vice-versa.
	Closing her eyes her lips went abut the soft glandular crown.  It wasn’t as bad as she thought.  It was hot, slick, and a totally new experience.  The tingling between her legs increased and she had no choice but to finger herself.  Then slowly she engulfed the whole thang…

	Tanya lay somewhat uncomfortably on the piles of wood, her legs spread wide with Howie Ganz poised at her poon doing unto her what Patty was doing to Blake.  Both Howie and Tanya were in awe over Patty and Blake; Blake, though, merely stood while friend Patty sucked his cock.  (she was also fingering herself!)
	After Patty had been sucking Blake’s dick for a minute or two Howie and Tanya were commanded to position themselves on the woodpile.  Both kids had heard of “cocksucking” but weren’t too clear on the concept of “cunt sucking.”  Both had heard the terms, “cunt”, “cock”, “twat”, “schlong”, “bone” “tunnel of love”, and other assorted names for the male and female sex parts.  
	Then, there were the “sex positions” and assorted “foreplay” terms to deal with and try to comprehend.  Most teachers/instructors were still too embarrassed to fully convey unto their students the idiosyncrasies of sex acts (advanced) and either didn’t explain or handed out papers describing such things—OR left it up again to the parents to explain.
	(and the parents left it up to the teachers to explain.)
	So the students were left up to each other to explain…  
	Tanks, though, to the news media and television shows, 69ing, around-the-world, doggie-style, and old fashion blow jobs were explained in graphic detail during prime time viewing.

	But still, licking out a girl’s cunt was something Howie had a tough time with.  Sure he kinda-sorta wanted to, but it was where a girl peed from.  He didn’t/wouldn’t mind if he himself got sucked on, but licking a girl’s pussy?  
	The strong coercion, though, put him into the position and down onto Tanya’s cunt he went.  There was no way he was looking to Tanya’s eyes, weird and wonderful feelings he was having, coupled with embarrassment.  He liked Tanya and wouldn’t mind licking her out between her legs, but under differing circumstances.
	The “taste” of Tanya’s cunt was different than he expected—although, he didn’t know WHAT to expect when licking out a girl’s cunny.  He wasn’t sure if he detected the slight hint of “pee”, there was something there, but he wasn’t sure what.
	The more he licked, though, the more he found that he kinda liked it!

	She wasn’t sure but she thought it was “pulsing” inside her mouth.  It was beyond anything she could ever imagine.  Ever!  And though she had initially been nauseated in sucking on Blake’s dong, it really wasn’t all that bad after all!
	“You can stop now.” said the man.
	‘but I don’t want to.’ thought Patty.  She did stop, though; pulled back smacking her lips and still fingering her pussy.  Blake stroked his slicked up bone, ‘if that’s what a blow job is, I’m for it!’
	On the woodpile it was Howie and Tanya going at it with Howie’s slicked up cock in Tanya’s slicked up cunt.  Blake and Patty were ushered over for an “up close and personal” viewing of Sex in Action.
	The look on Blake’s face was classic, “Whoa!”
	Patty stood blinking her eyes and staring.
	‘The blood is a sign that your friend, Tanya, was indeed a virgin.’
	‘Her cherry?’ Blake asked.
	‘Yep.’ replied the Man.
	‘Is she alright?’
	The Man assured them both that Tanya was undeniably “alright.”
	‘It’s a “rite of passage”.’ he told them.
	The kids watched as seemingly Tanya and Howie got into their act; and it was kinda difficult to determine who was more into it; Tanya had her hands clamped tightly onto Howie’s butt, her hips moving in rhythm to Howie’s thrusts; Howie’s thrusts were determinate with much vigor and vim.

	Finally a tumultuous moment came and Howie did.
	None of the kids had ever seen such a thing, let alone experienced it.  Blake had come close, when humping his hand and/or bed.  Patty, too, had “close” encounters of exceptional orgasmic bliss, but not to the caliber Tanya and especially Howie seemed to enjoy.
	Of course, the blood coating Howie’s dick was displeasing and frightened Howie the most.  The Man tossed Tanya her panties, ‘wipe yourself.’ she was told.  Howie was tossed his own underwear to wipe his dick.  The Man then turned his attention to Blake and Patty.  ‘your turn.’

	He didn’t know why but his attention was not solely on the “act” itself; he saw a bird in the clear blue sky (that was darkening) and wondered what kind of bird it was.  He could smell the roses still, and the mint, sage, and something else he wasn’t sure of.  Occasionally his mind slipped and brought him to the “act” that was taking place—Patty on top of him with his pud in her pussy!
	It felt GREAT!
	More than great, FANTASTIC!
	He knew there was blood from her “cherry” coating his cock and balls; he had seen Patty flutter her eyes when he had initially broken in past her pussy wall of defiance.  With his hands on her butt he was in heaven.  There was some discomfort, but all in all it was ABSO-TIVELY-FUCKING-A-GREAT!
	Patty’s take on the deal was similar, but her discomfort level was a little more than Blake’s.  She had always wondered what “fucking” would be like, but was a little frightened and concerned about the consequences.  

	The “moment” came, and went.  It DID linger, for awhile, and felt more than fantastic or GREAT—he knew then that he wouldn’t mind doing it again—and again—and again.  And again!  No wonder there was such a clamor about sex, it was incredible!
	Of course he had very little energy, Patty was herself exhausted, her young cunny was sore.  Blake’s pud had slipped out of her poon and gone a little “soft”; his hands roamed listlessly up and down her backside—so did the Man’s.
	Mostly the Man caressed Patty’s ass, squeezing the cheeks with finally probing into her pert puckering-clenching asshole.  ‘just relax’ she was cooed, ‘there’s much more to come.’

What if…?
	“You ok?”
	“Yeah, I-I heard some noises.”
	“Probably me stumbling into crap.”
	“It was from back there.”  the other direction of which he had gone.
	“What kind of noises?”
	“I’m sorry, I couldn’t tell for sure.”
	He sighed and stared into the inky blackness.
	“You going?”
	“Eh, I don’t think so, not right now.” he had had enough “adventure” for one day; it wasn’t much, really, but he figured he was pressing his luck as it was.  Traipsing off into the Unknowns was one thing, waltzing merrily into Oblivion was something else.  There was something of a library ‘neath the cabin, maybe somewhere in the tomes there would be something about the Dark Sanctum, the Abysmal Abyss, the Dark at the End of Absolute!
	Melody was glad to be out of the cave, it creeped her out—and with the discovery of the dark area beyond the cave was even worse.  Once out of the cave she was better, they held hands and returned to the cabin.  August all the leery about “changes.”  He saw none and felt better for it.
	Newest member, Kristy, was doing well to acclimate herself into the fold, but she was still bugged by the whole thing of transitioning.  August liked her, Ted liked her (a lot.)  After gleaning her story from her August slowly worked his “magic” so as she would be more readily adaptable to the environment—or the New Way of Life. 
	It was an odd course of events for Kristy; she had passed her class of Mr. Lee’s, and that paved the way for her and her family to go on their vacation as well as for Kristy to go visit her grandmother.  It was mid way along that route that Kristy fell victim to a Transitional Vortex—one of those green tornadoes that sucks a victim into a parallel universe.
	Kristy couldn’t help thinking that if she had FAILED Mr. Lee’s class, she wouldn’t have made the fateful trip to her grandmother’s.  
	“Don’t try and look into it too much, Kristy,” August told the young teen at length, “you’ll just drive yourself (and everyone else around you) crazy.  I know, I’ve been there.”  many times.
	“But what if,”
	“No, that wont work, either, “what if I had not crawled up into the rock crevice, or followed some old desert prospector’s notions of gold and magic!” although he had long put those fateful decisions to rest, they still nagged him and he had to deal with the “what if” issues, too.

	Kristy accepted her fate and promised to try and not to over analyze her decisions.  August let her be and settled rummaging thru the books of catkin lore in the cabin’s basement.  There were some of the tomes August was unable to comprehend, let alone read.  His time with the catkins had led him insight to the tongue of All-Mother, the “God” of catkins, but there were still words, phrases, and script that remained elusive.  Probably for a good reason.
	In one particular book there was telling/describing of an “inner sanctum.”  For several pages there were was described an inner passageway between “ker-lap-la-gawk”.  To say the least a lot of research was needed to find the meaning of “ker-lap-la-gawk.”
	It meant in the archaic language of catkin Elders of the First Age, “world.”  Then it made sense.  A “passageway” between worlds.  It was undetectable and completely hidden.  (only found by happenstance.)  and even then, discovery of its inner secrets was difficult.  August had found the chamber of catkin stasis sarcophagi and upright stasis tubes.  Melody had told him upon his return that she had heard “noises” from the other direction.  She was unable to determine precisely what the noises were—voices, grunts, groans, stone to stone, or what.
	August continued researching.

	Ted and Melody were already heavily engaged in naughty antics of sex-ploits—with themselves, each other, and the kittens.  Kristy was new and her acclamation would take a while; but she quietly observed the group carrying on as they did.  She didn’t have “issues” about the naughty business, she was okay with their hanky-panky as it was okay—even with the kittens Cinnamon and Pepper.
	
Who’s there?   	
	“You going back there?”
	“Yep.”
	“Wish you wouldn’t, kinda gives me the creeps.”
	“Me, too.”
	“Want me to come along?”
	Big sigh, then shake of the head, “Probably best you stay here.”
	A roll of the eyes (in thought), re-considering, “I probably could be of help.”
	“Probably.”

	Melody smiled and nearly blushed, he had a way about him that made her feel gushy inside.  (he was a good lover, too!)
	Clearing his throat, “Hey, you wanna come along or stay here and wear yourself out some more?” he said it in jest as young man of whom the question was directed was an avid wanker and fucker.  The boy loved going nude and loved working his prick whenever it wasn’t inside Cinnamon’s orifices, or Kristy’s, or Melody’s.
	“On second thought,” said August, “you’d probably better stay here, just in case.” You’re in Charge if anything happens was the conveyance.
	Ted was cool with that, he was a little jealous that he didn’t get to go to the Cave as much as Melody did, but he couldn’t make sense of the catkin symbols.
	August and Melody dressed and struck off.  Kristy made lunch and Ted masturbated…

	“Does this cave seem “smaller” to you?”
	Melody looked at him, “that’s not funny.”
	August thought so.  He smiled and trudged his way inside the cave (that was the same); he did make careful astute notes of the cave measurements and placements of cave rocks and such.  He made “markings” of his own and proceeded to the rear of the cave where the secret catkin inner chamber was.
	The back of the cave was still “open.”  August had to wonder if that was a good thing or not.  
	“Okay, you stay here (inside the main cave).” A LONG length of green braided rope he used (just in case) with one end wrapped about his person and the other about a good sized boulder.
	“Please be careful.” Melody said with her hand on his shoulder.  There was deep concern in her eyes/face.
	August bumped his forehead to hers, “not a chance.” he smiled and chuckled.  Melody found his remark only slightly amusing.  They kissed, embraced, and then August stepped away into the inky darkness.

	The feeling of “pressure” was noticeable as was the total lack of light.  With his hand to the smooth wall he made his way along playing the rope out as he went.  Melody had stated that she had heard “noises” but couldn’t determine what they were.  August heard nothing,
	“Still there, hon?” he called back gently tugging on the rope.
	“Still here!” Melody replied tugging back.  “Still dark?”
	“Yep, still dark!” he returned.

	Then there was a “ker-splash.”  It was unmistakable, an object splashing into a pool of water.  And it was close.  August squatted down, it was no use straining his eyes; he had the use of several catkin gear and thought he had probably should have broken out the catkin Harsh Environmental-Elemental Suit, he had utilized it in his earlier travels when alone and passing thru the various parallels.
	What he had with him was a spectral-metering head gear, a handheld portable analyzer detecting and analyzing an assortment of minerals, plants, living matter and other matter.  The spectral-metering head gear had a HUD and several various manners of Light Sources.
	None of those afore mentioned worked.
	They functioned but did not provide any information—it was dark and that was that.  Using his own hearing, though, he picked up the sounds of voices.  
	Down onto his belly he went and with shoulder to the wall began a tedious manner of crawling forward.  Every few inches or so he would pause; although his sight was dismal, his hearing was excellent.  The Darkness did seem muffle hearing but with concentration he was able to detect whispered voices—one was female.
	Inch by inch, there was nothing detectable whatsoever—save for the “voices.”  Melody tugged on the rope, August tugged back—a signal that all was well.  Another ker-splash that was louder than the first—an indication that it was more than a rock or some such; the laughter that followed gave August the assumption that a child had jumped into the water.
	His assumption was correct as by another inch the veil of incredible darkness was gone and there was another chamber.  The new chamber, however, was more “cave-like”—rustic and natural.  Great boulders of various sizes were all about with an upper and lower area; the upper area had a “lip” to it, a sort of ledge that encircled the cave room that slanted down to the cave floor.
	In the center of the cave was a pool, a shimmering pool that had a “light” source of some sort that illuminated the rest of the cave.  There seemed to be no entrance/exits.  The ceiling was fifteen feet from the floor to top and spanned some fifty feet in circumference.  A nice cave room.
	Suddenly, the sounds he had been hearing increased—in tempo and in close proximity.  As August strained his ears he detected the unmistakable sound of someone having sex.  Grunts and groans and other sounds associated with “pleasure” put August in the know.

	Another inch he moved, tugged on the rope, moved another inch and was suddenly “out” of the darkness.  Just his head and arms.  There were great boulders and rocks, the air was kinda stale but tolerable.  No air movement, though.  There was light but its source was unknown.
	A piece of fruit came at him, followed by another.  Orange and green, partially eaten, about the size of an orange—but had a more tropical design to it.  Another was flung before August located the thrower.
	A monkey.
	Or a monkey-like creature—it was more hairy and slightly larger than a chimpanzee.  It danced madly about on one of the taller boulders in the cave, tossing (throwing) half eaten fruit.
	August snaked himself into the cave, concealing himself at the closest boulder.  The chimp-creature chattered away angrily and continued throwing fruit—but August was “unseen”.  After a moment or two the fruit tosser stopper.  August waited before continuing his search of who was getting laid.
	He didn’t have to slink too far, just around the boulder he was hiding and there was all his answers.  Well…
	There was a pond, there were plants within the pond and it was crystal clear.  Another chimp creature dipped fruit into the pool and didn’t seem to notice—or care—about August’s presence.  The creature’s fur color and general appearance was different than the first.
	On the shore up against a boulder was a girl, about twelve, pleasing herself.  She had a small audience, the various chimp-creatures numbered about three, plus the Fruit Tosser.  The blond haired girl had her pants and panties at her ankles and was seriously “involved” with herself.
	August, though, was not the only one watching…	A boy’s head of dark brown could just be seen poking around one of the boulders across the pond, kinda close to where August was.  With extreme caution and pertinent stealth, August slithered around his boulder.  He was pelted by more fruit—it annoyed him and quickly he retaliated with a toss of fruit back to the Tosser.  August’s aim was far better and more direct than that of the chimp creature; the tropical mushy soggy fruit hit the chimp on the head and he flipped in the air and off the boulder screaming.
	August smiled and continued on his way.
	A boy no more than fourteen years sat peeking around his boulder, cock out jerking off to beat all.	Across the pond the girl with blond hair in pig tails continued to masturbate!

*

	On closer inspection, the chimp-like creatures were not a chimps, but a close relative to be sure.  Their faces was flatter and more human-like; the one who had been annoyed with August’s sudden arrival had long bushy hair more suitable for a creature in a much colder climate/environment.  The one who had been at the pond’s edge dipping his fruit in the water had shorter hair and it was of a darker color.  He was more gentle than his ‘brothers.’
	The one who sat in close proximity of the girl pleasing herself was a brown hair creature and the youngest of the others (of his kind.)  The human boy who had been spying finally achieved his ultimate goal; he rolled his shoulder to the boulder to complete his deed; his spunk soiling his hand, cock, and balls.  He continued to flop his wang before wiping the goo on the bolulder.  He then stood, pulled up his clothes and clung to the boulder like a lizard--peeking at the girl one-more-time.  The naughty girl finished her deed, licked her fingers and sat staring at the chimp-creature.
	The hairy creature sat back either scratching himself or masturbating.
	Slowly the girl pulled her clothes on and stood to leave.  The boy tucked his wang back into his shorts, zipped up and made his way somewhere’s else, too.
	August followed.

	He didn’t have to slink far before finding his next smile of interest.
	Another girl there was in pig tails, but with dark brown hair.  She was also about a year or so younger, small “lumps” on her chest.  Her pants and panties were at her ankles and she was herself “gettin’ busy.”
	There was something of an encampment, a small cave inside a great boulder the kids had found to use as a shelter; there were some backpacks present; fruit bearing bushes everywhere; used toilet paper; no other “adults” there seemed to be.
	Like the blond pig-tailed pre-teen before her, the light brown pig-tailed haired girl was deeply engrossed in her “business” AND was being watched other than by the unseen August.  Another boy about fourteen did similar antics as the first boy, ‘cept this boy’s pants and underwear were all the way down and he was furiously wanking off.
	‘You want to FUCK her, don’t you?’
	‘Yes.’  and not just ‘yes’ but ‘HELL YES!’
	The boy had no idea that his mind was being “probed” and picked, the Prober was a pro.  The girl continued her business, August continued his…

*

To serve mankind
	With more people it meant more work—more food, bedding, wood, essentials for living.  There was a little apprehensiveness when in the company of Kristy, Ted didn’t know her story so he just had to use his natural charm to woo her.
	And “woo” her was what he wanted to do mostly.
	New girl Kristy (who needed an “A”) had seen Ted naked; she had seen him screwing the other girl, Melody.  Kristy had also seen her benefactor, August, naked.  She had also been seduced by him and she didn’t know why.  She could figure how she had given herself into him so easily.  But then again, she was a slut…
	There were still issues she had to deal with in dealing with her decision to “get her “A” from her science teacher, Mr. Lee.  Things had fallen into place, maybe for a reason—maybe not.  She knew she was beating herself up and it was to no use.  She was where she was and that was that.
	There were no “assigned” chores in the cabin, everyone kind of knew what to do and did it.  Ted, of course, did the menial hard labor work—specifically the procurement of wood stocking; that meant keeping the wood pile inside and out refreshened periodically.
	There, too, were cabin repairs and making a new bed or two; the exertion eventually put Ted into “strip” mode.  Kristy and the kittens made themselves busy making bedding, bringing up supplies from the cellar, making meals, and ogling the near naked Ted.
	When his chores were complete he made good with the wiping down of his so-so hunky body.  He was fifteen, kinda dashing, lots of charm, and full of himself.  August’s words filled him, he understood that some sort of “electronic” device was at work but it wasn’t known for sure.  
	‘Take off your clothes.’
	Kristy had been in the midst of washing her hands; she paused and stood still for a moment.  Kittens Pepper and Cinnamon were done with their chores and were set for playing—it’s what kittens do.  
	‘Take the overall thing off.’ 
	Everyone had an catkin overall, it was warm, all one piece, snug but not constricting.  It looked good on Kristy and Melody.  Ted, though, had already fucked Melody…
	Kristy shook off the first “attack” but August had assured Ted that with perseverance and patience, Kristy would follow thru with Ted’s wishes.  Ted didn’t know exactly how that happened—and didn’t care, either.
	Although he liked girls fully clothed and slowly to peel themselves out of their clothes one article at a time, especially their panties, the catkin overall had a sort of undergarment thing embedded negating the need for extra.  In seconds flat Kristy was nude.  Pepper and Cinnamon stopped their play to watch…
	‘She wont know what’s happening, she’ll follow thru and be herself.’ August had assured the young horny teen.  And in time she would “follow-thru” on her own accord.  ‘To serve us, makind.’ August had smiled.  Old habits were hard to break…

*

	Will Marshall and sister Holly were a pair; as were Kevin Porter and his sister, Annie.  All four had been backpacking (with their parents) and gotten separated and unknowingly entered into the New World.  How long they had been in the New World they didn’t know for sure, but they had found the cave right off and made use of it.
	On investigation it was found that they were all virgins.
	Of Will Marshall, he was the closest in having “scored”; a girlfriend prior to his fateful camping trip and finally given in and jerked his gherkin along with sucking it.  Kevin had “rubbed” himself against a girl or two, but hadn’t so much as gotten a handjob from one.
	Neither Holly or Annie had been fingered or molested in any (sexual) way or manner.  Only Holly was actually curious about “sex”.  Annie had only recently come into the time in her life pursuit of finding pleasure in pleasuring herself.  Holly was an old pro and had been “gettin’ busy” for some time.
	Both boys were highly intrigued by sex; humping their hands was one thing but actually “gettin’ some” was something else.  Both lads had incredible dreams of wonderment, but had no actual “penetration”—both longed for the day that they would.
	And of living with a girl (sister) made the torment all the worse—there were panties and fond remembrances of seeing the girl(s) in various stages of undress including nude.  It was pure torture and both Will and Kevin desired to have one of those EMADS.

	‘If you could FUCK your sister, would you?’
	It was a simple question, one of which Will Marshall had to think for only ten seconds.  ‘Yeah.’ was his sentiment.  IF—IF Holly was willing.  He knew she was friggin herself, it was a girl thing—a girl thing as much as it was a guy thing to frig himself.
	‘Up the ass?’
	Will wasn’t sure about that.
	But he WAS sure that if she was willing to SUCK him he’d be ready for it.  He wanted to lay her, spank her, pee on her, and watch her pee on him.  He didn’t wish to hurt her, of course, but…
	And of Kevin, the family friend?
	No, he wasn’t interested in FUCKING the family friend, Kevin.
	Family friend, Annie, was a go, though—despite the fact that she was merely ten!  
	‘Like ‘em young?’
	Kinda.  Sorta.  The ones with good butts, nice faces.
	‘Would you if you could be naughty with one who was five?’
	‘Five?  Heck no!’
	‘Eight?’
	‘Eight?  Maybe?’
	‘And you’re sure about boys?  Nothing with boys?’
	‘Damn straight.’
	We’ll see about that…

	Kevin had about the same sentiments as family friend, Will.  Kevin, though, WAS curious about sex with a boy—what DID it feel like to poke a guy’s asshole, to be sucked on by another guy AND to suck another guy’s cock?  
	And unlike Will, Kevin WOULD if he could get naughty with a little girl, five years old, four, whatever.  As to WHAT he would do wasn’t clear; but he would do “whatever” he could if he could do it.
	Both boys definitely wanted to screw the girls, Will more to boning Annie while Kevin wanted to sink his pud into either girl, Holly or Annie—or both!
	We’ll see about that, too!