August Moone
Book 2
Roadtrips and Sidetrips
Chapter 26
And then…

Meanwhile…
	He didn’t know what hurt more--the strapping, branding, or the cock in his ass.  He endured all manners of “punishment”, thought for sure that he would lose consciousness at anytime.  The torment was relentless and very vengeful.  Hunter lay on Stephanie, enduring the harshness of Gunther Tallywick.
	His backside and ass and back of legs had been strapped by the blazing metal bed strap used on the girls.  Then, his tenderized ass was branded by September’s makeshift handmade branding iron--although September did not apply the ironing.  This was followed up by Gunther sodomizing (albeit rather roughly) Hunter’s burning hole.
	Gunther wasn’t finished, he came onto the one good cot, straddled Stephanie’s face, placed his funky testicles into the girl’s mouth and shoved his ultra funky funk stick into Hunter’s mouth.
	He wanted to do something to conspirators Wendsy and September, but a stone cold face from Wendsy and a “whatever” look from September put him to different thoughts.
	Hunter had mixed thoughts, most of which was that someday he was either going to kill the Tormentor or be killed by him.

	Gunther ejaculated a great gob of milky goo into Hunter’s mouth.  Hunter upchucked the spunk, thrashing his head about and retching heavily into heaving.  Gunther pulled out and held the boy’s head by the hair.
	“Don’t you EVER fucking do that again!” he warned.  Hunter didn’t know if he meant the upchuck or the escape.
	Hunter nodded and then was flung off of Stephanie onto the floor.  His body was wracked in numerous pains.  He couldn’t move.  Wendsy came to him and placed a decaying blanket about him.  Her cold dark eyes stared up to the wicked tormentor.  Gunther paid her no mind and went down on Stephanie, keeping his furry balls in her mouth, opening her legs wide and noshing on her fresh fucked cunny.
	At length he sat on the cot, taking Stephanie and placing her to whereas she was gobbling his dong wholly.  He then secured her arms and shot a daring look to Hunter.
	“Get up.” he told the well beaten boy.
	“Fuck you!” murmured Hunter.
	Gunther got a hard stare from Wendsy, Gunther then looked to the unabashed September.  A slight head nod and non-verbal communiqué later and September stoked the fire, pulling out the infamous metal strap.  Gunther held the child Stephanie’s head down onto his cock, squeezing her hands tightly together behind her.  He nodded to September and the young lad landed the red hot strap against Stephanie’s ass.
	The girl freaked, squirmed and gave Gunther a terrific blowjob.
	September land another, another, and yet one more before Wendsy spoke up, “Stop.”
	Gunther looked pissed, ’How fucking DARE you!’ but his anger was quickly diminished and he nodded to September that it was okay to “stop.”
	September replaced the metal strap into the stove, then withdrew the branding iron.  Stephanie wailed and wailed as she chocked on Gunther’s dick.  September was grinning.  He marveled at his handiwork, smiling, eyes gleaming, he brought the hot item over and cocked his head to Steph’s back end.
	“In the ass.” spoke Gunther dryly.
	No response from Wendsy.  Hunter had turned his head away from the deplorable torture and buried his head into Wendsy’s belly.  Moments later and there was horrific screaming.  Then silence.  Stephanie had passed out from the intense pain.
	Gunther pushed the girl away, and as she collapsed in a heap onto the shack, he stared at her, masturbating.  Then moved to the floor, rolled the girl onto her backside, opening her legs.  The branding iron in September’s hand was still smoldering, the smell of burnt seared flesh reeked in the lifeless air.
	September went to his knees and pressed the iron to the girl’s already branded quim.
	“Brand them all!” spoke up Gunther.  He grinned and Hunter thought for sure the son-of-a-bitch WAS the devil.

	Carlie and Darla lay in a 69er, Carlie’s ass strapped five times before the branding iron was sufficiently heated up in the stove.  To the inside of her ass cheeks September applied the immeasurable pain and serious discomfort.
	Carlie then held Darla’s legs back and Gunther pressed the iron to her pussy.  He then was sufficiently hard enough to poke the girl, and when after he had drenched the girl’s poon with his juices he made Carlie suck the cunny clean as well as his ultra funky cock.
	To Hunter’s shock she Wendsy assisted in holding Mary Kate while wicked sibling September branded the child’s ass cheeks.  While on her back and legs pinned back, September pressed the flat of the metal strap to the child’s cunny.  His cock was then very rigid and he entered her, fucking her into oblivion as well as his own.  Gunther pushed Darla into servicing September’s cock, his own was “out of service” temporarily.
	Wendsy sucked on Hunter’s cock until she managed to bring it to life, then she settled young Ashley onto his prong, settling the wiggling horribly frightened child all the way down.  Hunter held the child’s ass open while September spanked her with the super heated metal strap.
	The experience was enormously difficult for Hunter--there was a grand mixture of Pain & Pleasure.  He wasn’t able to cum, but close counts.  Ashley screamed greatly, deafening until she could scream no more--she was beyond the threshold of intolerable pain & anguish.
	September penetrated Tammy’s five year old quim, Gunter finger fucked the child’s asshole until he very determinently sodomized her.  Thereafter her broken pussy and asshole were strapped and branded.
	Again Wendsy slurped on Hunter’s cock and when his prong had come to full strength he was directed to hump Ashley and Mary Kate.  He did this but under dire duress.  While fucking Ashley her ass was once more strapped, HARD by the Tormentor--until Wendsy glared at him, “Enough!”
	Gunther in a fit of rage whirled on the girl, “Fuck you, bitch!” and struck the girl across the face.  September lunged at the man.  Gunther feigned left and pummeled the pudgy September sending him backwards, tumbling into the potbellied stove and knocking it over.
	A small fire began quickly.
	Hunter leaped onto the back of Gunther’s backside trying to choke him.  Wendsy came up with the metal strap and assailed it to Gunther’s bare balls.  Gunther managed to sling Hunter off, he grabbed his balls and swiped at Wendsy, he dodged his feeble attack.  September threw the branding iron at the man, who blocked it but not the prototype iron.
	Hunter dashed up quickly recovering and brought up a piece of timber, smacking it as hard with all his might against Gunther’s backside.  Gunther whirled and connected a hard fist to Hunter’s face.  A tooth was dislodged and he bit hard into his tongue.
	September now had the other branding iron and though it was no longer flaming hot, it was hot enough to bring attention.  He pressed it against the man’s bare skin--his own ass.  Wendsy smacked him with the metal strap to the back of the knees.
	Using superhuman strength Hunter picked up the ramshackled stove pipe and brought it down on Gunther Tallywick’s head.  The man collapsed to the shack floor and lay lifeless.

	He was not dead.  There was near dead silence in the shack.  The fire popped and cracked as it ate up decaying wood in the corner.  Hunter’s hands were blistered, blood trickled like a river out of his mouth.  The Tormentor lay on the floor heaving but not moving.
	“We’re getting out of here.” Wendsy said.
	“Tuh truwk, wut abuth tuh twuck?”
	“I think he did something to it earlier, but it’s fixed now, he didn’t have time to mess with it again.”
	September grabbed up Tammy and Andrea and made for the door.  Beyond terrified Darla, Carlie, Stephanie gathered together and numbly moved to the door as well.  Hunter backed up, eyes on the bastard on the floor.  Gunther wasn’t moving.  Wendsy stared at him and then turned to the door to follow Hunter.
	She suddenly screamed as Gunther had one more trick; he sent the branding iron though semi cold to her bare ass, then grabbed her ankle and yanked her down.  He lay on her and tried to enter her, using the branding iron in lieu of his cock.
	Hunter kicked out at the man but Gunther just tossed him.  Hunter went tumbling and fell into the embers of the scattered fire.  He yelped and screamed out.  Wendsy fought the man’s assault, twisting and punching the man.  He was much stronger than he so her attempts at rebuking him were nill.
	The branding iron entered her cunny and she strove hard to stem the tide of screaming out in agony.  September charged back into the cabin after settling the girls in the tow truck.  He tackled Gunther and began a furry of flurrying punches.  Hunter came out and threw two handfuls of hot coals onto the man, when he rolled over to have September lash out at his backside which was stronger than his front, Wendsy used all her might to bring the branding iron he had tried to rape her with to his backside.  
	The tip of the iron broke off.  In pure anger Hunter grabbed the metal stick from Wendsy and shoved it with all HIS might into the man’s rectum.
	He awoke with Drilling Throbbing Pain and Major Discomfort.  He quickly realized he was in a bad situation.  His arms were tied outward to the timbers of the shack-cave.  He didn’t have the strength but in time he would and he could easily snap the timbers in two.
	But that wasn’t all.
	His legs, too, were stretched outward and back a bit, secured to the metal cot he was on.  All the captives plus the extras were back inside the shack.  It was searing hot outside, the fire in the corner had been put out.  
	“Well?  What the fuck’s going on?  You little freaks gonna do something or STARE me to death!?” he smirked.  He didn’t know Wendsy & September’s history of murder & general mayhem; scalping, arson, woeful debauchery.
	Wendsy stepped forward firstly, in her hands she held a long piece of iron, the tip of which was burning bright red-orange.  Her cold dark eyes stared into him, her nostrils flared and she stepped up between his legs.
	“Hey, now!” Gunther quipped.  Beads of perspiration appeared on his forehead and upper lip.  He twisted a bit to test the strength of his restraints.
	Wendsy said nothing, but in earnest she brought the iron stick down and it touched his swelled hairy balls.  Gunther freaked and twisted, eyes bulging, toes wriggling.  She held the ball sac up and out of the way, his testicles were not her target.
	“HEY!” he almost screamed.  “You fucking little fucking bitch!”
	Wendsy smiled and SHOVED the searing pipe into the man’s anus.

	Blood trickled down his wrists and ankles as for five minutes her twisted in agony.  “That make you feel better, bitch!?” he yelled.  Wendsy replaced the item to the fire that had been restarted in the stove.  Smoke was beginning to fill the room now that the stove pipe no longer carried it out the roof of the cave.
	September walked up, smiling.  In his hands was the metal strap, he landed it across the bottom of Gunther’s feet.
	Darla brought her branding iron to the man’s nipples, he had bit on hers while raping and sodomizing him.  Carlie branded his balls with Stephanie spanking him as hard as she could with the searing metal strap.
	Mary Kate branded his balls.  Ashley strapped his thighs and feet.  Tammy branded his stomach and pubic patch.  Andrea tossed a bucket of coals onto his body.
	The timbers did show signs of giving.  There was a general distress of creaking, Gunther was too out of his mind to actually realized it, though.
	Wendsy then nodded to Darla who escorted the others back out to the truck.  Hunter drooled, spit, and languished in agony.  He sized up the situation and recognized it as a new one.
	“Well, what the fuck now, you fucking turds!?”
	Smiling Wendsy strolled up, “Speaking of turds…” and she moved up between the man’s thrashed wracked body, turned about and planted her ass onto his face--whereupon she showered him with her urine as well as defected on him. 
	Gunther spit, spat, and lashed out, biting Wendsy’s crotch.  Hunter brought the metal strap blazing hot again almost to melting to the man’s balls.  He screamed and broke a wrist and cracked one of the timbers.  He lost consciousness thereafter.
	When he awoke again, half an hour later, very dazed and mostly out of it--he was not out of it to realize what was happening anew.  Wendsy was sucking his cock.  She even mounted him when he was hard enough.  Then, before ejaculating she dismounted.  She held his cock and then went down to suck on him hard--while September used a sharpened piece of metal to slice the man’s testicle sack.
	Cum and pee squirted into Wendsy’s mouth.  He broke his other wrists, snapping it as well as the timber it had been attached to.  Dust and debris began crumbling and filling the impromptu shack.
	“Cut his dick off, too!” jeered Hunter.
	Wendsy helt the man’s penis while brother September did the deed of total castration.
	The three barely escaped the shack before it collapsed in on itself.

                                                 Suburbia Frolicks

	The attic seemed the best place; it was crammed with stuff from both their houses before their families had combined three years past.  Cindy giggled and blushed as she and Peter pranced about butt bare ass naked.  They dropped their clothes soon after climbing into the attic, Peter commenting that it would make a great room someday, private and everything.  ‘once all the junk was cleared out.’
	Carefully they made their way along, picking thru various things until coming to a corner where ceiling was low.  Here there was absolute privacy.  Light was provided by the vents and small windows.  Peter laid out a tapestry and rug remnants, then he and naked Cindy sat down.
	Peter mulled over his next actions.  Cindy was just giddy.  At length he lay out and brought Cindy onto him.  Clutching at her young body he grinded her up and down his fevered erection.  He groaned with pleasure, eyes fluttering, mouth juttering.  Cindy bit her lip and endured, she didn’t feel as much pleasure from the act as did her big brother.
	Soon Peter lraised his little sister up some, angling his brotherly pud into her sex.  She was tight, very tight.  His balls cinched up, asshole closed up shut tight, eyes fluttered and he stopped breathing until his cock slowly and fully had disappeared into his eight year old sister.
	With his hands gently caressing his sister’s bum, Peter got dramatically stiff, she rode him, pleased him.  Cindy grunted, grinned, and made odd faces during the intercourse.  Peter closed his eyes and pumped up into the girl repeatedly until at length he came.
	A great gusher load of spunk filled Cindy’s cunny, his young pud was coated and his hands left imprints on her ass.  The feeling of ejaculating was incredible.  His balls cinched up tighter, his cock spurted all that it could and then languished within her.
	Cindy pushed herself up off of her brother’s schlong, sitting back she looked at the spillage, some still leaking out of Peter’s peter.  She pursed her lips and watched him as his cock squeezed out all the juices.  Cindy herself tightened up her cunny, juices of her own were spilling.
	She diddled her fingers in the spilled spunk, fingering her cunny and what pooled on Peter’s midriff.  She then tasted it.  It wasn’t quite to her liking, but she continued anyways.
	‘Cindy, Cindy honey, slide up your brother’s body, sit on his face!’
	Cindy paused a moment before complying with the “suggestion.”
	To Peter’s surprise--if not delight, Cindy began moving up his trim lily white hairless body, settling on his face.  She giggled and so did Peter.  He cupped her ass and then on his own began licking her pussy and asshole.
	‘Cindy, turn around, turn around and face down Peter’s body.’
	Cindy complied with this suggestion, too.
	August shook his head, Charlotte was enjoying her new ability.  He quickly x-ed out any notions of where this might lead to, right now was not the time to be dredging something up to spoil the moment.  After Cindy had indeed turned about and faced her brother’s body--and feet, then laid down to lap up his spilled juices as well as work his cock and suck it, August got behind her, fingered her hole, then entered her.
	When he had cum to whereas great gobs of his spunk were spilling out, Peter was instructed to suck the hole clean as well as August’s balls and prick.  The boy did so, made a few faces, retched and gagged, but otherwise did a nice complete wash job.

	At the top of the stairs he stopped.  All the way home they had laughed, giggled, and marveled at what they had seen.  Finding no one home they quickly dashed upstairs, Jan noting that Bobby was in serious need of a bathing, changing of clothes, etc.
	‘Mom’s gonna kill you she sees those clothes!” of course, hers were just as grimy; grass and dirt stains.  Into the bathroom they went, Jan paused a moment; then, being the big sister and all, she helped Bobby out of his clothes, stripping him down.  He giggled and blushed through it all but shrugged it off just the same.  	
	So did Jan.
	She stared at him for a moment, casually Bobby stared at her with his goofy kid-like whimsical smile.  
	“I-I guess we should take a bath.” murmured Jan.
	Bobby didn’t care one way or another, he shrugged and continued staring.  Jan mulled it over one more minute, then eased herself out of her clothes and stood equally naked with her young sib.
	Bobby leaned over and turned the tub faucet on.  Jan stood behind him, admiring his naked ass.
	‘Rub it, Jan, rub Bobby’s ass.’
	Slowly--very slowly, Jan complied with the feminine voice in her head.
	Bobby didn’t know what to think of it, so he let her fondle his ass, his brothers did.  He turned about and Jan began fondling his pee-pee and balls, that was okay, it felt different with Jan doing it rather then Greg or Peter.
	On her own Jan took Bobby’s hand and had him fondle her breasts, each one.  He then fingered her pussy, the visions of what they had saw in the park still deeply with them.  Bobby, though young, had a nice raging boner.
	Jan got into the tub and brought Bobby with her.
	They commenced to fucking moments later.
	                                           ****

	A shadow cast over and he whirled about quickly, “Jesus, don’t sneak up a guy like that!”
	“Sorry, what are you doing?”
	“Nothing.” he said embarrassed and pissed and embarrassed.
	Marcia still tried to see what he was hiding (panties and a Playboy).  She smiled and let her brother assume that she hadn’t seen anything after all--’cept for the raging boner in his jeans.  The zipper was down and some of his cock meat was showing.
	Greg was still flustered, he was right in the middle of jerking off, he hated being interrupted.  He had a good mind to make her finish him off.
	“What do you want anyways?”
	“Nothing, I was just looking for something and saw you.”
	‘Terrific!’ he bitched to himself.  There had to be SOMEPLACE in the house that he could call his own.  He was in the garage, the front door was closed and he was off to one side hidden (or so he thought) behind some house crap and the boat.
	“Anyone home?” he asked still pissed off.
	“Not that I know of.”
	“They’re are still at the park then.” he began to calm down.
	Then, as Marcia leaned against a counter and rifled thru a magazine, a thought came to Greg.  (his own, too)  He turned and rested his butt against the counter, tucking the panties into his pocket, then undoing his pants and re-unleashing his schlong.
	Marcia watched him and rested her eyes on the exposed cock.  She smiled, grinned, blushed, and felt a tingly sensation welling up inside her.  Her pussy tingled and demanded attention.
	“Oh Greg!” she mouthed aloud.
	Greg did nothing but stroke his bone slowly, he was already in agony as it was.  Marcia eyed the dong like it was a chocolate treat.  She maintained her pose, hands before her, eyes all gleamy, big cock-eating smile etched on her pretty young face. 
	Greg worked down his jeans and underwear, cupping his balls and feeling very horny.  Marcia finally moved over to eye the cock more closely.  She harbored a deep dark secret she wondered if he could handle.  She was blushing so much Greg wondered what the fuck up with her?  Goofy chick.
	At length she reached out and took hold of the cock, stroking it lovingly and feeling how warm it was.  Between her own legs there was a serious warmth going on, and a moistness, too!
	Greg placed his hand onto Marcia’s ass.  They had been naughty together, recently.  But it was only a new beginning, something new, something fresh.  It was still very timid-like and they were still testing one another.
	But Marcia gave him no indications that she didn’t like what he was doing; besides, she was holding his dick!  She wore a short skirt outfit, yellow long sleeved blouse w/funky groovy yellow & brown chink leather mail-like vest.  Greg rubbed Marcia’s ass, slipping under her skirt and finally inside her panties from the side at the thigh.  Marcia merely continued stroking Greg’s cock and holding his balls.
	Greg’s hands came inside Marcia’s panties.  He could see her nipples erect thru her think blouse, his cock was beginning to surge, he held back the juice until it was INSIDE her.  Marcia faced him, bowing her head.  Greg worked the girl’s panties down, caressing her ass, digging into her crack.
	Marcia guided his cock down between her legs, rubbing the head up and down her gash.  She moaned and was at the pivotal point of cumming herself.  Her whole body shivered, she worked her legs to work her panties down, then she backed up and sat on the crate behind her that was also supporting the bass boat Greg and their dad were hand making.
	She opened her legs, shoulders against the tarp covered boat.  Greg holding back just rushing in and fucking her, went down on her and began noshing, nipping her clit and jamming his fingers into her asshole.  Marcia nearly exploded her juices onto him, she could hardly stand it.  Greg was good.
	Greg was good but he wasn’t lasting.  He stood and feasted on the lovely girl, no other girl took image placement in his mind, just Marcia.  He leaned against her his cock automatically sneaking in and being swallowed by her insatiable cunny.
                           
                                                         *****         

	His eyes had just started to close when he was gouged in the side.
	“Something’s up.”
	“Crimminey, don’t these people ever sleep!” he followed his lover out the door and into the kitchen, the house was quiet and dark, save for a little bit of happening concerning the den.
	Inside was Mike Brady hard at work at his drafting table.  Timidly his eldest naughty-naughty daughter slipped up beside him.  Despite having shagged her the night before, he was still visibly nervous.  There were complications known & unknown with banging one’s daughter; regardless of the fact whether or not she was biologically related.
	He hugged her, she smiled and blushed, then raised her blue nightie to reveal the lovely fact that she was nude underneath.  Mike got an instant boner.  He looked at her and cared less about the re-design of his downtown project, or anything else.  His hand reach down and cupped her ass, Marcia placed her hand onto his bulge and gave it a squeeze.
	Then, there was something in Marcia’s eyes, he turned to his left and there was Jan!  She wore a yellow mid-thigh length nightgown, she was equally blushing but smiling big.
	Mike was perplexed.  But still aroused.  Marcia was one thing, but Jan?  Jan was younger, but almost twelve.  But still.  He shook his head and began to perspire.  Fooling around with Marcia was bad enough, he didn’t deny that a fling with Jan wouldn’t be bad--but he couldn’t--he shouldn’t.
	He had seen her in her panties, he had seen glimpses of her in her bedroom naked; he had heard her fart, he had seen her being very sick and peeing herself.  Sometimes--sometimes he imagined what it would be like to sink his tool into her, to have her suck him.  He thought of doing it to both Marcia and Jan--at the same time.
	Never in his wildest did he imagine that it would actually come true!
	Jan raised her nightie, revealing the fact that she, too, bore no undies.
	Mike groaned.  It just slipped out.  And Marcia was sneakingly slipping something else out.  His cock.  Mike was absorbed with Jan.  Jan was highly embarrassed and bowed her head.  Mike the loving father hugged her, patted her backside, then realized his erection was being sucked on!
	He sat back some, Marcia sucked him effortlessly, squeezing his fatherly balls and devouring him wholly.  He was almost confused, he put a hand on both girls, rubbing their backsides and caressing bare ass flesh.
	Marcia popped the cock out of her mouth, smacking her lips and making almost yummy sounds.  Her face was enlightened as if she had just devoured some incredible delicious treat.  (and she had)  Timidly Jan gripped the cock offered by her sister.  She slowly stroked it, working her hand up and down the lengthy shaft.  Mike’s eyes fluttered, asshole tightened, his whole body tightened and he was at the edge of his seat.
	Slowly, very slowly, Jan lowered her head, pursing her lips, both hands still gripping the mighty schlong.  Her eyes never wavered from the daddy dong, it was like a wondrous special treat that came only once a year.  (like birthdays or Christmas!)
	And it was a treat, and it WAS cumming.  Bits of cum juice were jutting out of the piss slit.  “Go on, Jan, suck it!” encouraged Marcia.
	Jan giggled and blushed.
	‘Go on, Jan, lick the head of it.’ encouraged the Voice #2.
	Jan hesitated momentarily and then DID begin flicking her tongue to the piss slit, lapping up the juice jutting before going for it and taking the whole head of the daddy cock into her mouth.
	Marcia removed her nightie, grinned big and hugged her daddy.  Mike moved his cock up and down into Jan’s mouth, his hands up and down both the girls’ backsides.
	Suddenly the flurry of floods began to come-cum.  There was no stopping it--not if an axe murder came thru the window, a tornado, cops, or Carol, he was going to cum and cum hard into Jan’s sweet mouth.
	Jan would have preferred that he hadn’t--the man’s juices were more saltier, more sticky, more icky than Peter’s.  Mike had a hell of a lot more juice, too.  He gave it all to his second daughter, shooting a massive wad into her gullet.  She choked, gagged, heaved, and made terrible faces.  But she endured just the same.
	Jan breathed hard, the taste in her mouth would never leave.  She watched as he cock began to go soft.  Marcia had been fingering herself into a stupor, biting her lip and lusting heavily.  She gave her daddy another hug then moved over to the sofa, ass to the edge of the cushions, fingering herself more.
	Mike needed a moment to recover, then he arose taking Jan with him.
	‘Take your nightie off, Jan.’ spoke Voice #1.
	Jan didn’t hesitate and slipped the yellow garment off and let it fall to the floor.  Mike went to his knees, examining the naked ass.  It was white, creamy white.  Perfectly shaped, soft, cool (and warm) to the touch.  He kissed the flesh on the side.  Jan turned and let him explore her while Marcia continued to finger her cunny into a frenzied state.
	Jan bent over--on her own.  Mike licked her crack and hole, caressing her ass.  Jan then laid on the sofa beside her sister, knees on the floor.  Mike stepped up behind her, poking her asshole, gliding his cock up and down her crack. 
	Marcia stopped fingering herself and lay on her side, caressing Jan’s backside taking in the whole sordid affair.  Their father removed his shirt and then pushed his slacks and underwear down.  He was handsome.  Rugged.  Built.  His cock was hard again and he began earnestly prodding Jan’s semi-virgin backdoor.
	Jan buried her head into the sofa, hardly believing what was happening.  Both girls giggled and blushed.  Mike’s cock pressed against her pussy and began entering her there.
	Jan tightened up, tensing as the penetration began.  Marcia continued caressing her sibling, also caressing her father’s arms, side, and naked ass.  Mike concentrated on plugging Jan.
	‘Marcia, get up under Jan.  Position yourself so as Jan has to suck on your cunny.’
	Marcia hesitated just a moment, Mike was fully seated into Jan’s cunt and fucking her furiously.  Jan grunted, moaned, and had a hand down between her legs frigging her inflamed clit.  Marcia surprised Mike (and Jan) by complying to the Voice #1.  
	Jan was so instructed to tongue Marcia’s offering.  It wasn’t so hard to instruct her, semi-readily she went to it like it was a luscious dessert or something!  This only increased Mike’s humping on Jan and he began to cum in her dramatically.

	It was the best fuck he had ever had.  At least in the top ten, top five!  His cock tingled, his balls were singing.  Only briefly had he been able to rest after filling Jan’s poon than did Marcia come off of the sofa and suck his cock clean.
	Not only his cock, but as Jan lay on the sofa, exhausted, Marcia cleaned her pussy clean, too!  This only brought worn out Mike more umph.  Marcia held Jan’s legs up, finger fucking her asshole.  Jan glistened, her personal cunt juices still drenched the fine pubic hairs of her lovely cunt.  Mike guided his cock to her backdoor, poking it more sternly and with the help of Marcia’s tender hand he entered Jan’s asshole.
	He had no more left to give, but he couldn’t just fuck Jan without boning Marcia.  Both girls had to suck his cock, his balls, then each other before Mike’s shagged out shagger was ready.  He sank himself into her cunny and balled her good on the sofa, then moved to the floor and sent them both into double orgasmic overtime.
	Jan had the task of cleaning her sister as well as her father.

	                                       *****

	It was time for a change, she needed some of the older style dollies, and there was those olde style lamps, too.  The antique credenza could be brought in and that would be enough.
	Out in the garage she hunted for the items, there was so much clutter, a boat that would never be built, crap from her house, crap from Mike’s house.  Crap, crap, crap.  She suddenly became aware that she was not alone in the garage.  
	 With one hand on his meat, wrapped in Marcia’s soiled-stained panties, the other hand flipping the pages of the latest issue of Playboy, Greg was unaware of having a “visitor.”
	Ms. April was the catalyst, seeing her drove his balls into cum production, his cock ached so and he began to stroke harder.
	“GREG!  What in the world!?”
	Greg lost it and cum shot out, splattering here and there and there.  He stood like a deer frozen in the headlights, unable to move or conjure a thought.  Carol stared at her half-naked teen son, and his cum spurting cock.
	“Greg Brady!” she bitched.
	Busted.  Big time.  He swallowed, sweated, panicked.  
	“Don’t you supposed to do that in the bathroom or something?” she inquired.
	“Well, I-I try but everybody keeps busting in on me!”
	He held a hand over his bone, the feeling was still dramatically there.
	“Honestly, Greg!” Carol said in semi disgust.
	“And whose panties are those?”
	Greg gulped and tried tucking the yellow and blue undies into his pocket.
	“I didn’t mean to embarrass you, but you should take more precautions to ensure privacy.” her whole demeanor was changing.  Greg began to relax, but it was still a very awkward moment.  (and his dick was still raging hard.)
	Carol, though her demeanor was changing, was apprehensive and unsure.  Greg WAS handsome, young, something of a stud, and had a nice cock.  Could she?  Should she?  She shouldn’t, she knew that was wrong of her to think.  But still…
	Slowly--very slowly, she stepped up closer to her eldest son, eyes solely on his rock hard hardness.  Greg didn’t move, he wanted to look her in the eyes but couldn’t.  He held his pose, tensed up some, held his breath, and watched in awe as his mother touched him.
	A stroke, a tug, a grip, and a fondle.  Her hand was warm and lovingly caressed him, squeezing his testicles and driving him mad with lust.  Finally he stood up from the counter he was leaning against and hugged her, hands going immediately to her ass.
	This day Carol wore a knee length semi-tight blue skirt.  She had ample bosoms, Greg had always been fascinated with her bodacious knockers.  He liked Marcia’s and Jan’s were developing nicely, too; then there was Ms. Hoover who taught English, Ms. Cleaver who taught Math-Science, then all the girls and their mothers of his class.  Greg was a tit man.
	Carol was nervous, to say the least.  She trembled--in fear and lust.  Greg worked his hands up her dress then inside her panties.  Carol ran her hands through Greg’s hair and about his backside, there was a quivering happening between her legs.
	“OH GREG!” she moaned loudly as Greg’s prong touched her sex.
	Greg was absorbed with her bodacious, Greg pushed her back to the crate he had nailed Marcia, Carol undone her blouse in almost a fevered manner, Greg worked her panties off and slipped his teen prick into her motherly cunt.

	                                           *****
                                             Cumming Together

	Sometime later--like a couple of days, Marcia was entertaining a friend.  The friend was kinda geeky.  (no, strike that, she was a LOT geeky); dark rimmed glass Coke bottles for eye wear, two pig tails, a little taller than most, bigger chest, too.  She talked too much when someone made the mistake of talking to her, and she was into insects, rats, and bats.  
	The friend needed a make-over, or a run over.  Marcia felt for the young girl, she was unpopular and needed a friend.  And dutiful busybody Marcia was going out of her way to see what could be done.
	Not much.
	Marcia was in over her head.
	Margaret was a lost cause.
	But not totally.  She had some other redeeming qualities unknown.
	Marcia got hung up on the phone, answering the door to take a package, make a phone call to her dad at his downtown office, then fetch some soft drinks from the fridge.  When she returned to the family room where Margaret was--she found Margaret whacking Tiger!
	Marcia was shocked and alarmed.  She had no idea.  Margaret was freaked out and frightened and tried to make excuses, her words got tumbled and made no sense.  She stared at the pristine Ms. Perfect popular teen Marcia.
	Marcia sat down next to Margaret and Tiger on the floor.
	The strange girl who had a bat named Mortimor sat on folded legs, staring at the floor.  Marcia didn’t know what to say, so she did the only thing that would smooth the situation over--she whacked Tiger, too!
	Tiger didn’t care who whacked him as long as he got whacked!
	The furry sheepdog arched his back and humped Marcia’s hand.  Marcia hugged the dog, Margaret smiled, mouth open, “I-I had no idea!” she blurted.
	“It’s not something you go around and spill!” quipped back Marcia.
	Margaret blushed and nodded.  She then returned to giving Tiger a “hand job.”  Quietly Marcia asked, 
	“Uhm, do you do anything ELSE--with-with a dog?”
	“Like what?” asked Margaret, completely in the dark and clueless.
	Marcia bit her lip and wondered if she should, did she dare?  They were, of course, masturbating Tiger.
	“Well,” drawled Marcia…

	Bills, bills, bills.  The lawn needed mowing--but that’s what the kids were for!  The tree could stand a trimming, the bushes, the house wasn’t old, but the roof could use a few shingle replacements.  He had to go back to work so he parked the car at the curb.  Just home for a change of clothes--secretary spilled some perfume on his trousers.  He couldn’t go to his 4 o’clock meeting smelling like a 7th Street whore.
	He noticed the door to the girls’ room opened, he thought nothing of it and went into his own room to change.  No one else seemed to be home.  He was down to his boxers when he heard giggles.  Very curious he slipped out, semi thinking that he would find Marcia and Jan fooling around--he hopped.  (he had time for a quickie!)
	But it wasn’t Marcia and Jan.
	It WAS Marcia, but not Jan.  It was Margaret!
	Both girls were nude with their legs intertwined--and Tiger the dog licking their cunnies!  The girls were on Marcia’s bed, their clothes all over the floor, dog cum leaking from Tiger’s dog dick (and Marcia/Margaret’s snatch boxes.)
	Margaret’s eyes feasted on Marcia’s dad, the fact that he was in his green boxers and his willy was poking out.  Marcia checked it, too.  Mike was still enthralled with what he had seen.  His mind digested it and wasn’t sure for certain if it was a good thing or not.  
	He didn’t know what to think or how to act.  It was deplorable, disgusting, very appalling.  He saw the glistening on the girls’ cunts and quickly assumed and came to realize that they had probably more than likely taken the dog on!
	In a slight fit of appalled rage he crossed the room quickly and jerked Marcia about pressing her down onto the bed, ‘Don’t move!” he bellowed to the both of them.
	Margaret was ready to flee--until a calming Voice soothed her.  Marcia was in a slight panic; but was, too, calmed.  Mike was not furious, but the dog thing was too much.  He landed a hard swat to his daughter’s ass, followed by another, then another, and then a couple more.
	All it did for Marcia was get her hotter!
	Marcia worked a hand down between her legs as her father walloped her ass, there was a tinging sensation that was incredible!  She arched her ass up wanting his hand to cover her whole ass as she was smacked.
	Mike’s hand reeled in stinging discomfort, he stopped his assault on his daughter, his mind still wracked with confusion.  Then, Margaret rolled over onto her tummy and raised her ass.
	His cock soared, he realized that it was out of his green boxers and the situation was rather hopeless.
	“She was doing it, too, daddy!” exclaimed Marcia.
	So, to Margaret’s ass he swatted her.  He didn’t know the girl very well, but this was more than he wanted.  But then on the other hand…

	Mesmerized was he, watching his sweet teenage daughter tongue lick clean her friend’s backdoor.  It was almost as appalling to watch as it had been to see the two being tongued by Tiger.
	It was after 4 o’clock, ‘screw the meeting, this was more important.’ priorities!  After spanking both teens both girls worked his cock into an absolute frenzy, then both sucked him until his balls exploded.  Both smeared the smegma matter all over their faces, then licked it clean.  Mike watched and squeezed his balls.  The girls then assumed the 69 position and entranced Mike more than he could ever believe.
	When his cock returned to full stiff mode, Marcia pulled Margaret’s ass cheeks apart, fingering her hole.  Marcia on bottom was grinning big, she tugged on her father’s balls until he moved up and deposited them into her sweet (but naughty) mouth.  Marcia then guided her father’s fuck stick into Margaret’s asshole.
	By 4:30 Mike was exhausted…totally spent.  His cock had filled Margaret’s three holes, cumming off in her pussy and asshole.  He had creamed into Marcia’s mouth and her asshole and could cum no more.
	By 5 o’clock the three were in the shower, Mike’s cock, though, couldn’t go another hole, though the girl’s tried.  After the shower they fooled around in the bathroom drying one another--Mike’s cock still somewhat lifeless despite the girls sucking it and his balls.
	They dressed and went for ice cream!
	It was while at the ice creamery Marcia took note of her daddy’s wandering eye.  Placing her hand in a sneaky manner onto his lap she found that he had a major boner going.  And there was a reason for it.  Several reasons--the ice creamery clerk was a cutesy 15 yr old, two girls about 16 or so had super tight blue jeans on placing an order and leaning against the counter.  Then, there was the ultra cute five year old in a chair across from them who wore a tyke’s yellow skirt.  She kept rising her legs up and exposing her crotch.
	After dropping off Margaret at her home, Marcia lowered herself down and fished out his aching bone.  She sucked it while the car was in motion going home.  At the first stop sign he filled her mouth with every ounce of manly cream sauce he had left (for the day.)
	Stepping into the house little Cindy was in the laundry room in her panties, Mike stood still and watched her as she deposited her dirty clothes into the washer.
	 Marcia hugged her father, then lightly fondled his mighty erection.  Mike grew highly embarrassed and fidgety, Cindy heard them and came out, just clad in her undies.  It was almost more than Mike could stand.
	‘Cindy, hug your father.’
	Cindy gleefully ran to her daddy and hugged him, it was an indication that she wanted to be held.  So he scooped her up and held her.  His hand supported her butt, they talked, he kept his eyes on her face but wandered a time or two to her nipples.  Marcia had managed to fish out his cock and stroke it lovingly.  Mike was highly flustered, his hand supporting Cindy sneakingly slipped just inside the hem of her undies.
	‘Cindy, honey--open your legs.’
	Giddinly Cindy did so.  Marcia had come to her knees and was sucking hard on Mike’s prong.  In waltzed Jan.  At first she was shocked and semi alarmed, Cindy’s panties were worked down to her ankles, her legs were open and her daddy was fingering her; meanwhile, Marcia sucked off on his cock--all right in the family room!!
	‘Jan, take off your clothes, keep your panties on and walk towards your daddy.’ August so did love seeing girls clad merely in their undies.
	Slowly Jan complied, enticing both Mike and the Unseen Enity Voice #1.  Mike began to hump into Marcia’s mouth, he had already came several times this day and he scarcely had any more left to give.  
	Cindy was turned about to lay against him, his hands caressed her ass and then he brought her (on his own) to perform like a new father does unto his new child, blowing raspberries onto her belly, holding her in a scooping/supportive manner, bringing her sex up to his mouth and sucking and blowing into her young slit.
	‘Jan, work your panties down to your knees.’
	Compliance!
	Mike was hard pressed not to cum off into Marcia’s mouth, but then he was virtually dry of cum anyways.  Regardless, Marcia did a fine job on sucking his cock, she slurped on the shaft and nuzzled his testicles, too.  His slacks were worked down and she caressed his ass--further enticing him.
	At length Jan’s panties came to her ankles, Cindy’s panties came to the floor.  The young tyke was moved to the sofa, her legs opened and Mike’s talented tongued began a serious work out of noshing.  Marcia and Jan laid out naked on the floor beside them and 69ed, spanking one another and sending cum shivers throughout their young bodies.
	In waltzed Greg and Peter.

	Marcia grunted some as Greg’s dong slid into her backdoor, but her mouth was full of Peter’s peter so she didn’t grunt too loudly.  Jan sucked on Peter’s fuzzies, spanking his ass and fingering his asshole.
	Mike had tongued Cindy’s young quim all he could stand, his cock was screaming in dire extreme agony; there was not to do but obey.  He laid his prick against the eight year old’s cunny and humped, poking the head into her sex and sinking an inch into her young body--then ejaculating madly.
	Mike smacked Greg’s bottom as it was right close, Greg pulled a cheek and his father fingered him, tugging his balls up between the legs.  Mike’s energy level, though, was typically draining.  He sat back to recover what he could manage, watching his cum leak out of Cindy’s very young pussy, fully coating & soiling her.
	Greg creamed into Marcia’s backdoor, he spanked her flesh and pulled out, then went down to clean the spunk from Cindy’s snatch.  Jan lapped up the spillage on Marcia’s hole.  Peter hadn’t cum but he was close.
	‘Peter, go rub your cock against Greg’s ass.’
	Peter complied.
	Marcia took her command, holding Peter’s cock and guiding it into Greg’s asshole.  She then sucked on both boys’ balls while Mike began licking out her cunny.  Jan sat back against the sofa friggin’ her hot pussy.

                                                   Behavioral Risks

Finale
	Two weeks and some days of their sudden arrival, it was an early Saturday morning, Charlotte rubbed her belly, her pregnancy was coming along nicely--a little quicker than usual, too--the time travel and all had something to do with the speeding up of the baby making process.  She determined that she was in the middle of her 2nd trimester.
	August began to wonder if they were indeed trapped in the new world.  	There were some stirrings going on, the kids all had come out into the hall, the boys naked, the girls in their panties.  Greg knocked on the door and heard the okay to come in.  All the kids giggled and blushed, then Greg entered into his parents bedroom.
	Carol was most embarrassed if not shocked.  She nearly lost her breath.  She looked to Mike, Mike grinned, he was a little shocked, but the proverbial jig was up and there was no use hiding it any longer.
	Greg moved to his mother’ side of the bed, his cock nice and stiff and ready.  Carol was flustered and didn’t know what to do.  Mike helped by taking the covers she had covered herself with.  The tip of Greg’s schlong was already glistening with love cream.  Carol feasted her eyes upon it, but she was still embarrassed.
	Mike worked Carol’s nightgown up, she was still in shock and reacted as such, holding the garment down being highly confused.
	‘Relax, Carol--relax.’ followed by other calming words.  ‘Let it be.’
	It was difficult to “let it be’ but she let Mike take the baby blue nightie up--and then off.  She wore panties but no bra.  Mike removed the bra, too.
	Greg then crawled onto the bed and between his mother’s legs.  She was still in disbelief, her body shivered and tensed as Greg’s cock brushed against her furry snatch box.  Just as his schlong disappeared into her cunny, Marcia came into the room.  
	She stood beside the bed, smiling and blushing and watching as Greg fucked her biological mother.  Carol was even more tense than before.  Her eyes watched as Marcia tugged her panties down, Mike slid his pajama bottoms down along with his boxer shorts.
	Marcia gripped the mighty dong and went down to it sucking it.  Her long luxurious blond hair concealed the actual act of the suck, until Mike brushed his fingers through her hair, revealing the actual fact of the cocksucking in progress.
	Carol suddenly gripped Greg’s backside as he had finally touched off within her sexual orgasmic sensations.  Her body tightened, nipples went very firm; Greg’s teen cock driving her into pure ecstasy.  
	Marcia came onto her father’s cock, settling down on her personal love tool.  Mike fondled her breasts and she lay on him, his hands clamping to her lovely ass.
	Enter Peter.
	And enter Peter to Marcia’s corn hole.
	Carol relaxed a moment, she was in the afterglow of just having a cum blast, Greg was still humping her madly, slowing down and then speeding up.  Peter humped in Marcia’s ass and just as he was about to cum Jan walked in.
	Carol couldn’t believe it.  Jan took Peter’s prong and sucked it, sucked it freshly pulled from Marcia’s pooper.  Peter creamed into Jan’s mouth, she stood up grinning and lowered her panties.
	Greg creamed into his mother, jerking and gyrating to get every ounce of pleasure from the act as possible.  He then sat back and Peter crawled over.  His cock he played it against his mother’s sopping wet snatch, Greg reached around his brother and fondled his balls and stroked his cock--further sending Carol into awe.
	Marcia had cum, Mike had not.  Marcia moved up to let her father have a go at her young tender breasts.  Jan sucked a turn on her daddy’s dong, masturbating him and spanking Marcia’s ass.  Jan finally came and straddled Mike’s big dick, her mother’s eyes widened in awe watching as the manly cock entered deeply into the young girl.
	Peter’s cock had miraculously returned to life, he lay down and began sucking on his mother’s breasts, humping while brother Greg spanked his ass and finger fucked his hole.  Marcia moved off of her daddy, but remained on the bed.  Jan was humping madly now, legs and arms flailing all about, back arching and pretty young face swathed in sweat.
	The youngest Brady’s finally entered, Bobby & Cindy.  Carol almost lost it, she shook her head.  Peter’s peter exploded its love cream in her and the two young ones crawled onto the bed.
	Marcia slid Cindy’s panties off then held her legs back while Greg maneuvered Bobby in between her.  Cindy and Bobby giggled, Jan tightened up on her father’s prong, herky-jerking and cumming hard.
	Carol was beside her as she watched the outlandish antics of her family.  Peter moved up to titty fuck his mother, and she was “prompted” to suck him.  And with her hands on his little seven year old ass, she did.
	After a few minutes of riding Cindy, Bobby was pulled off and laid on Jan who lay between her mother and father.  Marcia sucked on her father’s cock and Greg went down on Cindy’s quim.

	Carol lay exhausted.  Her whole body was covered in sweat and cum.  In her mouth was the taste of all three of her boys, and Marcia and Jan’s pussy juices, too.  Her mind was in torment.  At length she arose from the bed and showered.  She felt sickened, ill by the horror of the illicitness that had happened.  After the shower she put on a robe (but nothing else).
	“You going to help her?” inquired Charlotte.
	“It might not be necessary.” he replied.
	The rest of the family had dispersed and went downstairs.  Once in the hallway Carol heard noises.  Peeking into the girls’ room there was Marcia, still naked, being fucked by Tiger!
	Carol almost passed out.  This was too much.  Just too damn much.
	“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, mom.” explained Marcia.

	He watched the cum squirt out of the cock and into the girl’s mouth, Jan got it all and jerked Greg’s cock to make sure.  In her pussy Peter humped and seemed to be in extreme agony as he did so, but he was cumming his best just the same.  Jan wriggled and made faces, lost her ability to breath and clung to Greg and Peter as behind her in her ass her father fucked her backdoor.
	Cindy and Bobby sat at the breakfast table still naked but eating breakfast cereal rather than one another.
	Mike managed to cream just ONE MORE TIME!  When done and done he lay on his back, he worried about Carol.  She wasn’t taking this as well as expected.  (or hoped.)  she had gone along and sucked on the boys, let them fuck her pussy and asshole.  She had let Marcia and Jan sit on her face and be licked out, she had finger fucked them both and caressed Cindy’s ass.
	But still, Carol didn’t seem to be one hundred percent “on board.”
	Mike managed to find strength and returned upstairs.  He planned on fucking her, though his cock couldn’t take it--maybe a nice shower or a bath together would help.  Maybe a nice long talk, maybe some spanking, drugging, or whatever.
	He heard groans and other odd noises coming from the girls’ room.
	Peeking in he saw his wife of three years on all fours being porked by Tiger, willing she was noshing on Marcia’s cunt!  After Tiger had completed his job and sat in a corner licking his balls, Carol turned about and Marcia licked her mother’s dog cummy asshole clean, while Carol sucked on Mike’s cock and balls.  ;-)

	                                        *****
                                            Farts in the Wind

	There were decisions to be made, lots of them.  They were lost with only a minor hint of what direction they needed to go in.  But in that there was a decision; risking the possibility of being seen and assaulted with incredible amounts of questions.  The whole thing needed to be thought through to the end.
	If there was one.
	Just to get back to the others at the Mega RV would be good.  He had to admit that the girls were okay, even the little one, Andrea.  He just didn’t like the manner in which he was forced to engage with them.  And he definitely didn’t care for their physical abuse, that was just too much.  Some was okay, he guessed.  He wasn’t sure, there were issues with that route.
	And there were issues with Wendsy and September.  How could they so willingly go along.  Even when the abuse got so bad, with the branding and strapping--willingly the two just went along with the crazed insane son-of-a-bitch!  (and Hunter so noted that Wendsy never batted an eye when Gunther’s cock & balls were severed.)
	He knew she was mysterious before, now she was weird, too.
	Stephanie had clamed up, hands folded tight on her lap, sometimes “tense” all over her young naked body.  Darla and Carlie weren’t so talkative, either.  Mary Kate & Ashley whimpered quietly, Andrea and Tammy clung to one another and remained remarkably quiet as well.
	September drove the truck, not very well, but at least they were moving.  Until it got stuck in the deep sand of a dry wash/canal channel.  The more he tried the worse the heavy back end sunk into the sand.  It was getting late along their first day away from the crazed madman Gunther Tallywick.  Completely naked, marred and marked they left the truck, it could only offer them protection, they needed food and water and so the naked group needed to move along.
	Their horrible ordeal had curbed their need for sustenance, once away from the shack of terror their young bodies once more required sustenance.  Getting out of the dry wash was going to take some doing, it wasn’t going to be accomplished in one day.
	A coyote came to the lip of the canal 20 feet above them.  It’s tongue lolled as it watched the potential prey move down the middle of the sandy wash.  
	Darkness came quickly on and the group found a natural cave (of sorts) whereas the water that once rushed thru the channel created a large natural cave at the apex point of where the canal made its turn.  The little girls whimpered themselves to sleep.  September curled up by the entrance, Darla, Carlie, Stephanie curled up together, semi shielding the little ones.
	Hunter sat at the edge of the cave entrance.  Decisions, many of them; to go to the police, to be rescued by some authorities figures, rangers or something.  The girls would be taken away quickly he assumed, to the hospital and then back to wherever they belonged to.
	Wendsy & September, he didn’t know.  
	Himself?  He really didn’t know, his parents were going to have a fit.  Especially if the girls of the group Gunther had kidnapped ratted him out.  Willingly (sort of) he had fucked the girls, raped them, sodomized them, peed on them.  He had nailed Andrea with Wendsy’s help, he had enjoyed screwing all of them, though he had issues about banging the really young ones--Darla, Carlie, and Stephanie were alright.
	But those girls were likely to spill that Hunter was just as much to blame, willingly spanking them, fucking them, everything.  But could he make whoever believe that he was in fear of Gunther--which was true, but only at the end of the terror.  In the beginning Hunter readily made it with them.
	And there were the cousins Jolene and Christine.
	And the odd brother and sister Wendsy & September.
	And the odd desire to fuck the girls in the cave…
	Hunter found his prick reeling in the thought of Carlie, Darla, and Stephanie in the back.  He had watched them walking naked and tried to keep his prong from rising, he had seen Tammy simply spread her legs and pee while standing.  He wouldn’t go for her, or the twins Ashley and Mary Kate, or Andrea.  
	Wendsy suddenly came up to his side and nestled beside him.  She said nothing but he heard her stomach growl.  His growled, too, and he was getting a terrific headache.  His feet hurt, the sun had burned his skin good.  Was there a good end to all this bullshit!?
	Coyotes howled thru the night, the temperature dropped twenty degrees of so, and a million stars lit the bleak dark night.  Hunter put his head against the rock at the entrance to the cave and closed his eyes.

	He was awakened sometime later when the moon was in full view high above; a sound awoke.  Just to the right of him he saw Wendsy, on all fours.  Behind her her brother plowed her, spanking her and dogging her.
	Hunter watched until September finished.  He sat back masturbating himself, Wendsy turned about and went down on her brother’s funky schlong.  She spanked herself and twisted her ass towards Hunter. 
	Hunter paused and looked at the ass glistening in the stark moonlight.  Wendsy made slurping-smacking sounds as she sucked, in theback of the cave there could be heard some sniveling.  Hunter paused a moment later then moved up, caressed the ass, fingered the gooey hole and poked it with his cock (which was solidly rock fucking hard.)
	Dragging it up and down the cum drenched crack only made his headache and balls ache more.  Poking into her cunny he received some relief, at least his cock did.  He sank himself all the way in and fucked until cumming.  Wendsy left her brother’s cock and took over sucking Hunter’s.

	At the break of day the group assembled, peed, and assembled to trudge onward.  The older girls weren’t too happy about their situation, but tough.  The little ones were carried, Mary Kate & Ashley carried themselves until their feet gave out and then someone carried them.
	The channel grew hot, the sides steepened and Hunter regretted choosing the route, but it seemed the most likely to make it to the forest he had seen.  It was clear across burning landscape and he thought traipsing via the canal would be better than total exposure.
	So much for that…
	When the sun began to kick in with the serious heat, they came to a natural pond.  The channel opened to be very wide, but still enclosing the group.  The sides were now some fifty feet up.  Rustic colored rocks and boulders and other odd geological formations fit for a deep desert exploration.
	The pond was a favorite watering hole, but Wendsy took note of something strange.  The lack of animals.  The water was cool and refreshing, and very welcomed.  It was surrounded by great jutting boulder and pinnacle rocks.  After having her own fill, as well as taking a dip in the needful water, Wendsy poked around under some rocks, peeked into some small caves & holes.
	“What are you looking for?”
	“Scorpions.” she said plainly.  “Snakes, lizards.” she continued.
	“Why?” Hunter just had to ask.
	“There aren’t any.”
	“What? What do you mean?”
	 “Something’s wrong, there aren’t any animals here--no tracks of coyotes, birds, or snakes.”
	Hunter got a creepy feeling and didn’t like it.  And Wendsy didn’t like the creepy feeling she had, either.  And that just made it worse.
	Though the water had been good and very needful, their young bodies required food sustenance.  They all bathed and the terrors of their most recent experiences seemed to be diminishing.  Some.  Darla and the other two older girls caught themselves before they would laugh or giggle while splashing about--mostly when seeing September or Hunter naked.
	When the sun began to dip the other way and become the proverbial “afternoon”, the group reluctantly set off down the channel.
	It once more soon narrowed to be merely 25 feet wide, but still some fifty feet high.  The sand was a curious dark brown color and not as hot as it had been.  The sides of the canyon began to change somewhat, too--from the rough exterior of craggy boulders and formations to smooth black obsidian-like surface texture. 
	What significance this had was unknown.  The group trudged on.

	When it was judged to be approx. three in the afternoon, the canyon-channel-waterway-dry wash simply opened up to a large landscape.  Green grass six to eight feet tall, huge towering jutting pinnacle rocks reaching up to a odd colors cape sky.  The jutting rocks were like trees, trees stretching upwards 100-200 feet.  The sky was orange.
	Ut-oh
	They stepped out to the grass, Hunter gnawed on it and found that it was sweet.  He didn’t know if it had any poison properties, and didn’t care.  There were golden tassels at the ends of which were similar to wheat.  There was an incredible sensation of taste there, though it was raw it was very edible.
	No one noticed until Stephanie looked around, “Where’s the canyon?”
	Everyone looked around, the canyon they had journeyed in for two days was gone.  Nothing but desert landscape behind them.

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