August Moone
Book 3
Sidetrips
Chapter 10
Convergence

	She wasn’t really much in the mood, but after the intros had been satisfied she went down on Adrian’s cock, sucking his cock whole, cupping his balls and draining him.  Grandpa John checked out her darling young ass and promptly filled it.	
	Garson stood by and watched, he looked over the group of naked teen girls, licked his lips and was “aroused.”  He had the girls “perform”, getting into different positions, 69ing one another, spanking, licking one another out, that sort of thing.  The young boy of the new family group, Jeremy (7yrs) was held between Garson’s legs as he sat outside Adrian’s van on his knees.  He fondled the boy’s wares, the boy had a bit of a boner action going--from being fondled and watching the naked girls fool around.
	Paul took a turn (at burying his manhood into Lisa.  Grandpa John and Adrian continued their efforts and double teamed Wendsy, they never had such a fuck.  Paul nailed the young vixen himself before they cleaned up, dressed, ‘cept for Wendsy, and mosied down to meet Wendsy’s group.

Converging….
	I Came  I Saw  I Came some more…..
	Getting to know you…
	Train of Love…
	Bump in the night, the day--on the floor, furniture, porch, another person…
	So round, so firm, so fully packed…
	And so many others--it was a grand convergence of “getting to know” one another, in various capacities.  Wendsy & September helped “break the proverbial ice” by calming everyone.  Thirteen year old Hanna needed no calming, nor Brandon or Logan.  Kristy, again, the holdout and last to “join in” willingly.  Oddly enough, she hooked up with Paul who was kind of like her--a holdout, had issues with the severe blatancy of the immorality of the outrageous sex among the combing/converging families.
	Lisa the former deputy sheriff immediately took to Brandon and Logan.  Jackie, Josh, Ben came nextly on her list, but she DID prefer teenage cock as opposed to preteen and younger.  (but she wasn’t picky.)
	Paul’s daughters and Grandpa John’s granddaughters stayed together, they watched and observed the outrageous shenanigans going on, Samantha didn’t care one way or another and willingly joined in, shucking her clothes and being naked, romping with Gail and the others boys (and girls.)
	Brad, Adam, and Calvin boned Lisa, and with Wendsy’s help, they sank themselves into Paul & Grandpa John’s girls’, as well.  No hole was unfulfilled by week’s end.  The newest members to come into the new world settled at the village.  Here there was food, clothes, bedding, utensils, everything needed to sustain a village/home.
	Wendsy’s group remained at their cabin in the hillside, but traipsed the short distance to the village, helping themselves to the ample supply, engaging in daily sexual activities, and so on.
	Paul and Garson began going off together, hunting and getting the dimensions of their new environment.  Grandpa John remained, going off with his granddaughters to fish.  Lisa joined him a few times.  She, too, though, was mildly curious about the new world, the concept was intriguing, but the evidence was hard to ignore--the lack of other peoples, the manner in which they had come into the new world, the Boundary Wall, the Stone Controller, the stone pyramid, the strange archaic writings mixed with English writings in the village.
	Adrian still continued to keep his “girls” subdued, some he thought he could now trust, they had been broken and shown that they were in a new world, a new environment.  Their will was sufficiently culled, but Adrian was the paranoid type, he was well enough wise to know that anyone of them could snap or be holding back some notion of revenge and once free of the electronic dog collar--attack him or cause a great upsetting fuss.
	And that just wouldn’t do.
	He stayed mostly close to the village, going off alone sometimes, coming to visit the hillside cabin folk and eventually he and Grandpa John began assembling an old fashion still.  Garson and Paul had found a field of wheat and corn, potatoes, strawberries, and eggplants.  The weather held and was good, a sense of “normalcy” coexisted with them all, there was little desire to leave.
	Wendsy and September returned to Boundary Wall, the stone controller, and the odd pyramid thing.  The controller September spent most of his time, fiddling with the various stones embedded in the box structure.  There was a rhyme & reasoning to the Controller, just what he wasn’t sure of.  He only knew that it opened various Ovals along the wall.  Six on the left and six on the right from dead center of the Controller.  Dead Center there was an opening to walk INSIDE the Corridor, which he and his sister deemed to be a Transitional Corridor, transitioning from one realm to another.  There were Ovals on both sides of the inside of the Boundary Wall corridor.  They were a manner in which to transgress into various universes, one world to another.
	September assumed there was a “time” constraint to all this, too.
	It was baffling to say the least, but intriguing.  There were dangers, Wendsy could already attest to that.  September had very little clue as in the supreme operation of the Controller, so Wendsy was wary and often reminded him to be absolutely certain for sure what he was doing while she was inside the Corridor.
	While inside the Corridor she could easily observe the Inside Ovals peering into other worlds or “scenes.”  Many were nothing more than glimpses of Cities, some were bustling, some were empty and lifeless.  There were scenes of long empty beaches, long incredible bridges spanning a huge expanse of river (or ocean) to wit the bridge went up, and up, and up into seemingly the clouds and disappeared entirely.
	Deserts, oceans, meadows, forest.
	Small towns, really small towns, vast stretches of an icy frozen land.
	Great marshes, bogs, swamps, and spooky forests.
	Fields of hay, wheat, and cows.
	Old barns, covered bridges, majestic mountains.
	It was time consuming, September slowly did his thing with pressing one jewel-like stone to activate an Oval view, Wendsy would watch, look, observe, then via Mindlink give her brother the okay to go to the next.  And so on.  Six on the right, six on the left.

	At length an oval revealed some familiar peoples.  Two teens with their young siblings.  They had been seen once before, a little while back.  They were in a tumultuous thunderstorm, seeking shelter in the hollow of a great redwood.  Wendsy’s attempts at traversing into their area was nipped (by the storm).  She would have to wait until it abated.
	Inside the hollow, Amanda-14 huddled her young brother Adam-7.
	Brock held his little sister, Brittany, also seven.
	The storm raged for several hours.  Wendsy continued to watch them, she was unable to “communicate” with them and would have to settle for just watching them.  After a time, the storm did begin to calm down some.  Brock peered out from the bearskin “door” concealing the hollow.  The rain was cold and continued to rain down in torrents.
	The two little ones went off to sleep.  Amanda and Brock huddled, there was no fire, no food, (plenty of water, though…)  They sat shivering huddled close to one another, neither understanding what had happened to them or how or whatever.
	There was getting lost and then there was GETTING LOST!
	After a time Brock sat up on his knees and hauled out his penis, he angled it out the bearskin rug and began to pee.  He was greatly relieved.  He didn’t return his favorite organ to where it would be warm, he sat back down, legs out and commenced to jerking it.
	Amanda eyed the one-eyed monster, grinned some and took over masturbation for him.  Brock caressed her shoulder and backside, his cock got harder.  Amanda squeezed the schlong and then leaned down and began sucking on the head.
	Despite the close quarters inside the tree Amanda stripped off her clothes, with Brock’s help, and then mounted him--after he himself shucked his jeans and underwear.  Amanda straddled him, taking his prong into her cunny.  Brock began sucking on her lovely young teenage perfectly shaped breasts while she did the “bouncing” up and down on his cock.
	Their actions awoke their siblings.
	They were cold and sleepy, hungry, but grinned opened mouthed as they watched their older sibs fuck.  Brock scooted down some, his shoulders grinding against the charcoal inside of the tree; his hands clamped nicely on Amanda’s bare ass, pulling the cheeks apart.	 It was an open invite for Amanda’s brother.  
	The boy got out of his own clothes and eased up between Brock’s legs and began poking his sister’s backdoor.  Amanda reached back behind guiding the boy’s cock into her corn hole.
	The young lad didn’t have much of a cock, but the effort was there and she was double teamed just the same.
	Brock came, shooting a massive wad of love juice into Amanda’s cunny.  Her own juices flooded and swamped over his wares, her pussy was still hot and demanding and as Brock’s cock went “soft” she turned about to sit on his lap, taking her young brother’s cock to her hungry cunt.
	The two siblings moved off to whereas young Adam could have an easier go about fucking her.  Brock opened his legs more, bringing his own sibling onto him.  He caressed her ass, kissed her on the lips, then easily lifted off her shirt.  He then sucked on her immature breast nipples, blowing raspberries on her.  She giggled and squirmed.  Brock tickled her and then tugged down her jeans and undies.	

	Bright warming sunshine there was, dark heavy clouds were drifting away.  A gazillion scents filled the forest.  It was still a little chilly, but once out in the open to where the sun’s rays could meet and caress the bare skin, all was well.
	The forest floor was damp, but nakedly the four came to where a great boulder provided warmth.  A huge pine was growing up from the “split” in the boulder, overlooking a deep cut vast forest below.  Amanda was none to thrilled with the severe steep drop off from the edge of the boulder.  She stayed to the far side, laying out naked to bask in the sun.
	Brock and Adam pissed off the edge, little Brittany squatted nearby for passing a poop.  Brock found some foresty vegetation suitable for wiping one’s bung hole, and did so.  There after he lay down beside Amanda.  The kids sat nearby, warned harshly about staying away from the edge and NOT to wander off.
	 Naturally, they DID wander off.  The “scene” however, did not follow them but remain on Amanda and Brock.  Wendsy watched the kiddies ran nakedly thru the rough; brush, bushes, shrubs, what have you.  Wendsy debated, contemplated.  So far as note she had seen nothing that hinted at any problems, nothing that could harm the kiddies.  But there were always unseen and unknown dangers; an uncovered but unseen ground level well or mine shaft, an animal pit/trap, a pissed off swarm of bees--
	GRRRRRRRR-OWL!
	Or a pissed off big brown bear.
	The sudden growl quickly awoke Brock and Amanda.  They called out for their siblings and received a hellacious scream from them.  
	‘Brother, I need your help.’ Wendsy said standing up and coming to the Oval Viewer.  September gave her some of his Minding powers, sending out his narly bizarre powers of insight, taking over the mind of a red tailed hawk nearby in the area.  Specifically its eyes.
	‘Go straight ahead, from the flat rock.’ September Minded to his sister.  Wendsy followed his instructions, the red tailed hawk soaring just over head at tree top level.  Amanda and Brock were on a parallel course calling out for the kids in unknown peril.
	Wendsy soon heard the bear, she rushed to the scene:  the kiddies were up a tree scared out of their minds, the big brown bear was frothing at the mouth and clawing the tree and making ways to topple it.
	‘HEY!’ Wendsy Mind-shouted to the bear.  She got the bruin’s attention, it turned and glared at the naked newcomer.
	‘If you value your life, be someplace else!’ Wendsy cooed into the bear’s mind.  She sent along a few images most distressful to the bear and he scampered away.
	Amanda and Brock came into the area, frightened and unaware that all was well.  Wendsy pointed up the tree.  Brock scurried up the tree and brought each child down, having the most troubles with Brittany as she wouldn’t let go of the branch she clung to.
	‘Calm yourself.’ Wendsy cooed to the girl.  It took a couple of tries but finally the girl was rescued and brought down.  Brock smacked his sister’s bare bottom, admonishing her for scampering off.  “I told you not to wander off!” he wasn’t so much as angered with her disobedience as he was worried for her safety.
	They hugged and made up.
	And then there was Wendsy.

	Wendsy introduced herself, Amanda asked where she had come from.
	‘Don’t worry about it.’ Wendsy Minded to her.  And before Brock could butt in, she silenced him, too.  She was in a particular mood, and impressed with her dealings with the bear.  She firstly had Brittany service her brother, getting him “hard.”  Then, Amanda “assumed the position”, that being on all fours.  She slurped on her brother’s young pud while Brock entered her from behind.
	The boy liked butt fucking, Amanda, Brittany, whoever.  A hole was a hole was a hole was a hole to fill and fuck and cum in.  A pussy was good, always good.  A mouth was good and sometimes tight.  But as asshole, so long as it was so fucked out, was always a satisfying fuck.  
	Brock humped, his balls slamming as Amanda swallowed wholly her brother’s cock and balls.  Wendsy held Brittany to her, fingering the girl’s pussy and getting her ready for her part.
	Brock humped steadily for several minutes until finally unloading.
	It was then up to Brittany to lick the backdoor clean.  
	Wendsy sucked Brock’s cock, then had young Adam fuck her.  She had Amanda clean her pussy and asshole thereafter.  Brock tongued out his sister, which brought him to stiff mode, Wendsy put him into Brittany and when he had cum once more, Amanda was there for the clean up.
	Wendsy then brought the four into the Corridor and then thru to the other side.  It was getting late in the day, after Amanda and Brittany had sucked September’s cock and he had fucked both girls’ pussies, they all walked back to the cabin in the hillside.

                                               *****

	 Wendsy and September returned to her vigil at the Stone Controller and Boundary Wall.  Garson was taking a break from seeking out he dimensions of their new home.  He and Paul had become fast friends and did most of the hunting.  Brandon, Brock, Hanna, and some of the others did the fishing.
	The two families, the Villagers and Cabinites, visited.  Frequently.  Often.  Intermingled as often as possible.  Former deputy sheriff Lisa P was very comfortable with going about stark naked.  The boys she had brought with her did likewise.  Grandpa John--no, not that often.  Only minutes prior and thereafter of a sex fest.  Paul was the same.  Their girls were the same, too but shed their clothes when among the other nudeys.
	So Wendsy bemused herself at the Viewers.
	Again, for some days there was nothing of interest.
	Then, hehehe, success!
	It was a serene locale, straggly trees in the early part of Spring, lush grasses growing on both sides of a two lane country road.  There were some homes, farm homes, ranch style homes, mobile homes.  Countryside living, a sort of suburb as the towers of great skyscrapers could be seen in the distance.
	Wendsy and September watched for a while, September farted and then left.  Wendsy wrinkled her nose and made a mental note to pay him back at a later time.  For now her curiosity was in the new scene.  Was there anything special about it?  She was about to find out.
	A boy about 12 or so was on his bike, saddlebags behind him over the rear wheels, a smaller bag in front--loaded with the daily blab.  The boy rode on the dirt just off of the road.  White picket fences, roses, geraniums, and other assorted shrubs grew heavy here.
	Custom mailboxes, plain, and boxes embedded in brick lined the road, the boy wriggled around these as an obstacle course, tossing the daily paper to the prospective houses requiring daily news.
	A dog chased him.  A furry black Labrador type dog with an attitude, the boy had tossed the paper into a yard surrounded by a brick fence.  It did not contain the doggie.  The dog leaped over the fence and was hell bent for young boy leg.
	The boy peddled his heart out, Wendsy debated about intervening.
	The boy peddled into a large front yard that was fence by wooden lodge poles, down a short drive way, ditching his bike and up to the front door.  He banged on the door screaming, HELP!  The door opened and a nice looking woman with a nice chest came out, in her hand was a can of pepper spray and she was NOT afraid to use it.  
	On the doggy.
	The black Lab yelped and whined and with tail tucked scrambled away.  The woman hugged the boy, the boy hugged the woman--and they both went inside…
	Wendsy waited.  All she saw was the door.  She thought.  She got a little peeved.  She crossed her legs, folded her arms, and glared at the Oval Viewer.  Then, she was inside.  She saw a nice country style living room, modestly furnished, family photos on the wall, a fireplace, portraits of horses, no clutter, all very clean everywhere.
	There was a kitchen that was like brand new, a bread box by a toaster, some jars for cookies, flour, sugar, etc.  No dishes piled up, trash can not running over…
	A neat freak.
	The woman, Krystal Waynard (according to the mailbox), offered the boy a soda.  Also some fudge she had in the fridge.  Her refrigerator was just as immaculate as the rest of her humble home.  She had herself a diet drink.
	They conversed about the dog, and he suddenly remembered the papers, he owed her one.  On his way he hobbled.  Krystal observed this and discovered that the dog had indeed gotten close.  Davy didn’t think so and semi recalled (to himself) that in his haste the bicycle chain and pedal had nipped him.
	It was a good scrape regardless, ripping a bit of his long jeans.
	She escorted the lad into the hall bathroom.  He pulled up his pants leg and Krystal applied some medication.  The boy winced and gouged the palm of his hand into his groin.  She hugged the boy in a reassuring manner, then--in an bit MORE of a reassuring manner.  She caressed his butt, smiled at him, and the boy, (Davy) took note of her ample breasts.
	She tousled his reddish sandy hair, caressed his cheeks and lingered with her private thoughts for a bit.  The boy again gouged the heel of his hand to his bulge.  Krystal smiled, “You have time?” she asked.
	The boy nodded, even if he didn’t he would make time.
	They left the bathroom and entered into the last room down the short hall which was her bedroom.  It was blue; the carpeting, curtains, walls.  The ceiling fan light was a motif of blue.  Old country charm knick knacks and bric-a-brac all over, with a splash or a hint of blue in some fashion or another.
	Krystal sat on her bed, the boy came up between her legs, again she tousled his hair (he hated that but tolerated it with her.)  She rested her hands on his butt, he wore light gray cords, she seemed to be drinking him in, smiling as she did so.  The boy was doing likewise.
	In one fluid-like motion she pulled off her beige-tan knit top.	
	The boy began to breathe hard, his young pre-teen pud became more pronounced as a “bulge.”  Slowly Krystal brushed her hand against it, cupping his little nuggets.  
	Davy trembled some, inching up on his toes, biting his lip and tensing.
	Krystal soon was undoing his corduroys and pulling them down.  He wore nice typical white briefs.  Krsytal smoothed her hands about his young preteen butt, then slipped them inside to smooth over the skin.
	His “bulge” was more prominent and suddenly it was “out” as she managed his undies down, freeing his wares.  Lightly she gripped the dick, stroked it lovingly and fondled his nuggets.  His cock was hard but “soft”, too.  She smiled at it, gleam in her soft blue eyes.  She had a Texas drawl and a Texas demeanor about her.  She was trim, sultry, lots of strawberry blond hair. She leaned down and kissed the boy’s prick, flicking her tongue into the piss slit before taking in the whole of the cock head.
	Easily Davy’s shirt was lifted off.  He was merely twelve and so he was not so developed in the chestal area.  Krystal didn’t seem to mind, she ran her hands over his nude chest and then removed her bra.
	Davy was now having struggles in “breathing” and concentrating.
	Wendsy, though, got the impression that this was NOT their first encounter.  (and she was right.)  Krystal lay back on the bed width wise.  She kicked free her shoes and Davy stepped out of his clothes at his ankles.  He was now fully nude, with a raging boner proudly before him.  
	Krystal patted her herself, she undone her thin leather dress belt, but Davy had the task of undoing her beige slacks.  He tugged them down and there was a fleeting look on Krystal’s face--a look of some concern.
	She dismissed it as quickly as it had come, raised her knees and Davy completed sliding the slacks off.  Krystal herself eased her white panties with purple flowers to her knees.  Davy finished removing them and they were now both very naked.
	Krystal opened her legs and began a bout of friggin’ herself, Davy masturbated.  When she began closing her eyes, toes wiggling, hips moving up and down, biting hard her lip, Davy crawled up between her legs and gently lay on her.
	Krystal gripped his prong and guided it into her cunny.
	Davy slipped the dick in and instantly began humping.

                                                 *****

	Wendsy sat still for a while after the scene faded.  An Oval to the right began to flicker, it revealed a river in a high mountain.  There were some hikers and rafters.  Wendsy watched for a while, then exited the Corridor.  She took a nap while her brother continued fingering out the Stone Controller.
	Garson came to join them presently, he left when Former deputy sheriff Lisa arrived.  She came with Kristy and Hanna, Brandon and Brock.  They were all nude.  Kristy was still a so-so hold out, but it was now the new norm, to be nude and carefree.  It was like a little society of nudists.
	They came, they saw, they moved on.
	Paul came nextly, his daughters Karla and Kayla in tow.  They were clothed, going outdoors, traipsing through mother nature warranted clothing for protection.  The girls needed a break and took one.  Wendsy slipped off thru the brush for a pee.  Paul came upon her moments later.
	She was cool with that, he checked behind him, it was a cool day, the first signs of a weather change, he had a boner going.  He rubbed it with his hand, eyeing the ever naked Wendsy.
	Wendsy almost smiled (one of those Mona Lisa smiles).
	‘Go ahead, take it out.’ Wendsy cooed to him.
	Whether on his own or by coercion, Paul unzipped and flopped out his ever so hard cock.  Wendsy eyed the beast, Paul stepped forward, Wendsy stepped closer.  She reached out to take the prong, caressing it lovingly, cupping his furry nads, then going down to kiss the bulbous tip.
	Paul placed his hand behind her head and guided her down…
	Wendsy sucked and sucked, engulfing the whole of the schlong before pulling away.  She lay down in the tall lush green grass, opening her young smooth very tan legs.  Paul lay between her and gently pressed his prick to her hairless cunt.  His eyes danced over her nudity, then his cock slid effortlessly into her cunny.  
	Wendsy’s cunny muscles eased the member in, then closed tightly and snuggly about the intruder.  Wendsy’s legs wrapped about the man’s waist and they began to fuck.
	Mid way thru Wendsy was acutely aware that there was an audience.
	She knew that one of the audience members was Garson, her brother was another, followed by Paul’s daughters.  Paul seemed unaware or didn’t care, all he was in for was the moment--the moment of fucking to achieve the almighty orgasm.

	Paul sat next to Wendsy as the Oval Viewer that had flickered earlier now sprung to vibrant life.  It firstly depicted a nice quaint Americana street, trees, sidewalks, quaint homes of a medium income neighborhood.  It was serene and everything.
	A house the Oval centered on, a white house with green trim, large front yard, backyard yet unseen.  It was a two story home with a fireplace on each side.
	The scene moved inside, large sea aquarium, modest well furnished living room, kitchen, den/library/family room down the short hall.  The scene traveled up the stairs to the second floor.
	There was a pause.  Wendsy noted that she herself seemed to have some control over where the Oval viewed.  She had not realized it before, but did so now.
	Wendsy felt as if though she were somewhat sort of there.  It gave her an odd since of being.  It passed with a mild nausea.
	In a bedroom there were two peoples present, two young peoples. Both age eleven or so.  All American white, the boy sandy reddish brown, round happy face, average size & weight.  The girl about the same, having long straight blond hair.  She was pretty enough, beginning to develop something of a chest.  Nice hips and ass.
	The girl seemed to be in a huff.
	The boy seemed to be “hard.”
	“Please!?” he begged.
	The girl was mulling it over, whatever it was.
	“Look, I-I’ll wash your dad’s car for you--”
	The girl reared her head back in mild shock.  She mulled some more, thought carefully and began to nod her head.
	“Okay, okay, AND mow the lawn?”
	The boy didn’t even blink or think, “Yeah, sure!”
	“Front and back?”
	“Yeah, sure, whatever!” he was desperate.  Which could only mean one thing…
	The girl lay back on the bed width wise, thumbs hooked into the belt loops of her dark blue jeans.  She sighed, breathed, gulped and closed her eyes as she couldn’t believe what she was contemplating on submitting to.
	Wendsy and Paul sat quiet and still, Paul not sure what to make of the whole ordeal at all, the Oval Viewers, the Corridor, any of it.
	There was no use trying to understand it, just deal with it.

	The girl on the bed, “Jenny Anne” unfastened her jeans.  Much to the delight of the over eager horn dog “Buddy.”  He gouged himself and lusted, heavily.  Tongue wagging and looking on in awe as finally, FINALLY Jenny’s jeans unfolded and there was panty!
	The boy got to his knees right between her legs, his mouth open, lust overwhelming him greatly.  Wendsy pondered and wondered if she should…
	“Well?” the boy stammered.  Was that to be it?  Just the very glimpse of the panty-shot?  
	Reluctantly Jenny Anne slid her jeans down some, exposing more and more of her white brief panties with pink floral print.  Buddy was near gasping for breath, gulping.  “Oh wow!” he commented as he checked up close the crotch.
	‘Take your pants down a little more.’ cooed Wendsy.
	Jenny Anne paused a moment then pushed her jeans down to mid thigh.
	‘Take the jeans on down to her ankles.’ Wendsy said to the horndog.
	NOT reluctantly Buddy grasped the jeans and worked them down Jenny’s lily white smooth legs.
	‘Open your legs.’
	Wendsy could see Paul had a major boner going.  She moved her hand to his cock and stroked him.  After getting a good grip Paul placed his hands back and let the strange girl do her thing.  
	Wendsy soon moved to settle onto Paul’s cock, taking his cum squirter into her poon while she sat.  His hands came to her young not developing breasts.  They continued watching the Viewer.

	Jenny Anne struggled with the next command--taking her panties down.  But she was overwhelmed and to Buddy’s delight and surprise his friend (not girlfriend) pushed her panties down to expose her nakedness.
	Her pussy was covered in a light covering of pubes.
	‘Go down, kiss it.’ Wendsy said.
	Buddy gulped and went down, applying his lips to Jenny’s “lips.”
	Jenny fidgeted.  Her legs opened a little more.
	‘Do you masturbate?’ Wendsy Mindlinked asked of Jenny Anne.
	The girl was not so schooled on the wild world of sex, the word “masturbate” was elusive to her.  She was not naïve or stupid, but sheltered some.  She HAD heard the word, just didn’t know to what it applied.
	‘Do you “finger” yourself?’
	She understood that.  And she did.
	She also did the nasty biz of sodomizing herself, using her finger and the neck of a beer bottle.  When very very alone and safe she tried shoving bananas, cucumbers, zucchini, hot dog weenies, and the house broom into her poop chute.  Never any of those items into her cunny, though.
	She used the wash rag while in the shower to run between her legs.
	There was a very mild interest in boys, what they looked like naked.
	She had not even seen pictures of boys, health books and crude drawings on the stalls in the bathroom didn’t help--and left a lot to be desired.
	Would she be cool with seeing her friend of five years whip his schlong out?  
	Wendsy got a blank “thought” for that question.
	Jenny didn’t know.  She just didn’t know.
	‘If you were to sit up right now, and see your friend with his pee-pee out, and he was stroking on it, pants and underwear at his ankles, would you freak out?’
	Jenny Anne rolled her eyes, stared up to the ceiling, mulled, thought, contemplated and tried to draw up images of a nude boy, any boy, Buddy. At length she just shrugged her shoulders.  She guessed that she wouldn’t “freak out.”  but that was as far as it as to go.  She wasn’t so wise about the world, sheltered, y’know--BUT, she knew there were “relationship” boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed.
	Shouldn’t.
	Suddenly, (kinda on his own, left there as Wendsy went on questioning Jenny) Buddy began licking out Jenny’s cunt!  She was virgin, she squealed both in delight and awe and didn’t know what to take of it.  It was just his tongue, and his fingers, dancing in her most private and holy of holies.
	‘Take her shoes off, then her clothes.’
	Done.
	Jenny did not object.  Buddy stood and shucked his jeans, his shoes, socks, underwear, shirt--he got very naked and was very hard.  Lightly he stroked himself, all seen with the pretty blue eyes of Jenny Anne.
	‘Lean forward…’
	Jenny, almost holding her breath, leaned forward.  She followed thru with cupping Buddy’s balls with one hand and stroking his cock with the other.  She was awed by his penis, his dangling near bald testicles.  She marveled at them.  She also was embarrassed.
	Her embarrassment caused minor problems for Wendsy to maintain hold of her mind.  Her emotions were fluctuating and interfering.  Wendsy changed directions and simply had the girl remove her shirt and trainer.  To get a “better grip” of the girl’s mind, Wendsy had her turn over, knees on the bed, ass up.
	Wendsy now could calm the girl, despite the fact that Buddy’s tongue was now dancing into her self-fucked asshole.  The boy was beside himself, his emotions were fluctuating, too--but in a good way.
	Buddy never minded the fact that his tongue was digging into the rim of a fecal extruder.  He licked the crack, sucked on the cheeks to create hickies, and began feverishly finger fucking Jenny Anne’s hole.

	At length Jenny Anne was on her knees before her best friend.  She eyed his one-eye, was curious, but afraid.  She once more cupped and held, then with eyes closed she kissed the tip of his dick.  This was followed by slowly engulfing the dong like a snake swallowing its fresh caught prey.
	She languished there a bit, running her tongue all about the super sensitive crown before going down more and more, swallowing the four inches of preteen cock.
	Naturally she retched, gagged, and made a dozen displeasing faces.
	Buddy was near to orgasm.
	Wendsy put the girl on the boy’s bed.  Her ass right on the edge.  Buddy up between her legs, his cock pressed against her young virgin cunt.  Jenny gripped the bed covers, mind in turmoil of delight, desire, curiosity.  Buddy pushed the head of his penis into her, watching once more as the head of his favorite organ disappeared into her body.
	There was the unpleasant surprise of blood.
	Wendsy strove hard to nip the fears.  Buddy was more concerned than fearful.  The sensation of pleasure overtook the fear of disgust.  His cock slid in more, her pussy tighten and gripped his schtick, the natural instinct of sexing took over.
	For both there was the mixed feeling of discomfort and pleasure.
	Jenny Anne had to most wide extremes, unadulterated pleasure and then severe discomfort.  Both their naked bodies seethed in a unionship of sensual bliss.
	Surprisingly Buddy didn’t cum.  He humped for a bit and then pulled out.  He was “instructed” to go to the bathroom and clean up.  Jenny Anne was too sore to move so he returned with a washcloth and cleaned her.  His cock was still very hard.
	‘Fuck her again.’ Wendsy Minded.
	Buddy fingered the girl’s pussy, kneading it, massaging it before reinserting his cock.

	It took until his third insertion before he “came.”  He then became a lump of which the hapless well fucked Jenny had to push him off of her.  Her young pussy ached terribly so, but then again, there WAS an undeniable tingling going on.  It made her gush.  Buddy was useless, exhausted.  His little willie all shriveled up and unable to perform anymore.  (not today anyways…)
	Jenny sat up on the edge of the bed.  Wendsy had turned into Paul, allowing the kids to themselves while Paul fucked her.
                                               ****
And then….
	To say the least Paul was amazed, if not amused, at the Oval Viewers, Wendsy did not tell him that the Ovals were not just merely “viewers”, and he did not ask, either.
	Moving right along…
	Down the block aways, across the street, three doors down, at a yellow house with white trim--a moving van was parked in the drive.  Moving-in.  A station wagon at the curb.  Boxes and furniture all over the front yard.  A young boy about ten haphazardly wandered about, bouncing a basketball and looking around his new digs.
	He was a so-so handsome fella, not striking, but a typical average white fella in a gray jersey, jeans, sandy hair.  It was then noticed that HE was being noticed.  Not by one, not by two, but by THREE potential suitors.  The first to arrive was just a few hairs taller, slender, long lovely golden blond hair, pretty she was, glasses, a great smile, and in a yellow summer knee length dress.
	The boy subject grinned and grew an instant pesky boner.
	The girl didn’t seem to notice, she only introduced herself as “Mary.”
	The boy stammered that his was Jonathan.  (but his friends called him Nathan as his dad was Jonathan, too.)  Mary asked where he was from, 
	“St. Paul, that’s in Minnesota.” the boy said cheerfully and pridefully.
	The boy still sported a serious boner.  Peeking into his mind just so, Wendsy noted that boy was a virgin, but had recently begun jerking off.  He had yet to cum, though.  He spanked himself and humped his bed, he desired deeply to see a girl naked--any age would do, his age, younger, older, it didn’t matter so long as she was naked.
	He was an only child.
	And he was horny.

	Mary had siblings, a younger brother and sister, one older brother.
	She had seen them ALL naked.  No biggie, that was a natural, a given.
	She was not into fingering herself, but had done so a couple of times accidentally.  Nothing more.  She was mildly curious about boys, other boys other than her brothers.  She wondered about the boys in her class, in her social, boys from the middle school, the high school.  She had not seen her father naked.
	“There’s a tree house in your backyard, didja know that?” sparked the girl suddenly.  Jonathan lightened up, he loved tree houses.  Mary led the way and Jonathan followed.
	There indeed was a tree house.  Complete and perfect, a rope swing, boards for a ladder tacked to the tree leading up to the floor, four walls and a roof, two windows, a pirate sea ship motif decorating the outside.
	Mary seemed to be something of a tomboy and took the initiative of climbing up.  This okay with Jonathan, who chanced to look up to see a brief glimpse of Mary’s yellow panties.  His boner was now more prominent.
	Mary had been in the tree house with the previous owner’s boys.
	Inside there were more pirate ship stuff; rope, an old wheel, block & tackle, barrels, books on pirate ships, pieces of rigging, sails, and wooden ship timbers.
	Mary explained that she and the boys had formed a pirate club, she herself served as first mate.  Jonathan’s schlong was aching now, he needed to whip it out and jerk it to make it feel better, like he always did.  Sometimes it helped, sometimes he had to lay out on his bed naked and hump until a strange feeling overwhelmed him and his cock finally went “soft.”
	There was a table and a bunk, the whole of the tree house served as actually the Captain’s Cabin where all ship matters took place.  Jonathan was taking it all in, marveling at the splendid realism of décor, and it was HIS!  Cool!
	Then, Mary plopped down on the single bunk.  She was quiet, finally.  Jonathan strove to contain his bothersome erection, shielding himself and not directly facing the girl.
	‘Would you like to see her naked?’
	“W-What?” the boy stammered looking madly around.
	The voice, of course, was in his head.
	‘I am--Jacques Schlock, the Pirate of this tree.’
	Jonathan looked around wildly still, he looked to Mary who was sitting still and quiet.
	“W-what’s going on?” wailed the frightened boy.
	 ’Calm yourself.’ Wendsy had to insist, she realized that the suddenness and strangeness of the happening was a bit much, but she hadn’t the time to willy nilly about to gently glide the idiot into the “game.”
	After “calming” the boy, his attention, and Paul’s, were focused on the girl in the yellow summer dress.  She lay out with shoulders against the wall, pulling her dress up firstly to give view of her matching yellow undies.
	This was followed with Mary scooting down some more until her ass was sat at the edge of the cot/bunk.  She opened her legs and Jonathan and Paul stared wide eyed in awe.  Mary’s dress was half way up her chest, slowly she completed removing it entirely.  She wore nothing else was a virtually flat chested.  She had “nipples” and just the bare beginnings of “mounds.”
	Slowly she tugged her panties down, exposing her most holy of holies.
	Jonathan was near to fainting.
	Paul’s cock was getting hard again, Wendsy gripped the schlong, worked it, and continued her working the kids in the pirate tree house.

	For several minutes Jonathan was happy and contented with just seeing Mary naked.  The girl opened her lovely white creamy legs, exposing her lovely creamy (hairless) pussy.  Cum bits began to coat Paul’s cock, Wendsy squeezed the man’s bone and continued her wily ways.
	‘Take off you clothes, dumbass!’
	Slowly Jonathan complied, stripping down slowly.  His little bone was impressive, a little bigger than most boys his age.  But like the young girl before him, he was hairless in the sex department, too.  He went to his knees, coerced by Wendsy.
	His tongue trembled as it touched the skin of the girl’s pussy.  There was a slight odor to it, the smell of pee.  But he wasn’t turned off by it.  He marveled at the naked snatch, he licked it, touched it with his fingers and nose, “opened” the lips some, noted the position of the asshole, his young mind being force fed all manners of things he should not know for years and years to cum.
	At length Wendsy guided him onto the girl, laying his proud prong against the slit of the unfucked girl.  Here like he did so unto his bed, he humped.  He sucked on the girl’s nipples and grinded madly until the “feeling” he desired so muchly engulfed him.
	Much work would be needed to “calm” Mary into accepting getting dicked.  She was only mildly curious about it, not so inclined as into fully readily stripping down, spreading out, and being boned.  She was curious about the handsomeness of boys, so-so about what they looked like naked, other than her brothers.  It was a natural thing.
	Paul was working his prick, Wendsy shushed Mary’s mind, locking her out of the pleasure Jonathan was feeling.  Jonathan had managed to “enter” Mary’s cunt.  
	“I-I can bring them here.” Wendsy blurted out suddenly.
	“What?” Paul asked in awe.
	She nodded that it was so.
	“How?”
	Wendsy sighed, that was a bit tricky to explain.  So she didn’t.  She simply decreed that in the same manner similar to how the others had been brought in.
	Wendsy quickly had to recorrect herself, NO, she had nothing to do with that, she was merely using the manner in which the transport happened.
	Wendsy let Jonathan get his “nut”.  There was the “clean-up” requirement, and then some mind tinkering before Wendsy stepped thru the Oval portal.
	Paul stayed behind in the Corridor, he saw Wendsy suddenly “immerge” into the tree house, the boy and girl were still nude and unawares of her presence.  Their underwears had been used to “clean” themselves.  Wendsy continued tinkering with the kids’ minds, then she pulled up the girl and…

	A bright light flooded the Corridor, an almost ear blasting sound blurted into Paul’s ears and mind.  It passed just as quickly as it had come though, and standing before him was the ever naked Wendsy and the new girl, Mary.
	“Where’s the boy?” Paul asked out of curiosity.
	“I’m not through with him, yet.” Wendsy said with an evil smile.
	Oh brother!

                                                *****

	There was Stephanie, the tall one with the butt length long soft brown hair, soft brown eyes, cock hardening smile, dimples, trainer, very slender body, tight jeans.  She was tall for her age group (ten), she was a so-so masturbator, she enjoyed spanking herself, but didn’t like being spanked by her new daddy.  She had her new daddy and her mommy fucking, sometimes Steph got the impression that her mommy didn’t like it and that “he” was too rough.  
	Also, the man seemed to linger his eyes on her (Steph) too often too long.  She began to figure out that he was sometimes barging in on her in her room or the bathroom trying to catch her unclothed.  He creeped her out and she didn’t like him.
	She had seen boys peeing in the woods.  She had seen an older boy jacking off.  Like her neighbor Mary, she was mildly curious about the curious ways of sex.  Just curious, nothing more.  She was naïve and not fully mature or aware of the complexities of sex.  

	And there, too, was Simone.  French name, American girl.  The shortest girl of the three, more in the titty department, though.  She was closer to being eleven than the other two, and she was getting pubes.  She was a dark haired girl, a round face, deep set blue eyes, happy-go-lucky, and more wise to the narly world of sex and depravity.
	Simone regularly watched/observed her teenage brother bang his girlfriend.  They went out on dates, sometime Simone accompanied them, too.  After awhile, the young girl quizzed her brother about the aesthetics of “dating” and the eventually result of the date ending with sex.
	The brother, who had only lightly molested Simone, explained that it was duty, honor, and obligation.  He, the boy, being chivalry and in charge took the girl out for dinner, a time, movies, and spent scads of money on her.  At the end of the date the girl’s obligation was to “put out.”
	Simone had a slight grasp on that notion.
	After a time, the girl devised her own thoughts and enacted her own manner of acquiring the all mighty elusive dollar.  She didn’t go out on “dates”, per se, she knew many boys at her school, boys who had bucks.  Boys she knew to be horny.  Soooooooo, for a simple five dollars she would expose her breasts.
	Ten bucks got her to lower her jeans (or raise her dress) for ample viewing of her in her panties.  Another fiver got the panties down.
	For any touching; breasts, ass, pussy, it was $25 to start.
	At length a boy propositioned her with a fifty, for the full shenanigan of touching.  The shenanigan consisted of primarily “sucking.”  Simone had seen her brother’s girlfriend working her brother’s cock, and then going down on him.  Simone had never, though, sucked cock herself.
	For fifty bucks, though, there was a first time for everything.
	From the BJ she went to spreading her legs.  From a measly $25 to $50 for in the cunt touching.  Licking her pussy she let the boys do her for free.  She wasn’t so much as a slut about it, not EVERY boy at her school bagged her, just a selected few.  They banged in secret secluded areas on campus, to and from school, the bus barn, and in an empty classroom (on a dare.)
	So Simone joined Stephanie and Mary.  Jonathan joined them soon after.  Paul was awed by the manner in which they were “acquired.” 
	He was curious about the ability of the Oval Viewer, seeings as how the kids had been able to be brought into the Corridor, and then out into the new area, was it possible to simply waltz through to where they had been abducted from?
	His general notion was, was it possible to “go home” via the Oval Viewer.
	Yes, it was.  In a manner of speaking.
	BUT, instilled Wendsy, it wasn’t for sure for certain about the paradoxes, meeting yourself, time lines, returning to your dimension, returning to your correct time period from the one you original left.  And so on.
	Paul bought it, for now.
	Mildly he thought Wendsy may be handing him a line, he was unawares of her mental abilities.  He just knew her (and her brother) to be strange, really-really strange.

	A time was spent getting to know Jonathan, Mary, Stephanie, and Simone.  Paul’s concerns about actually “going home” were sufficiently arrested as the lovely young girls naked before him overwhelmed the need to be home.
	He had to contend, too, that “here” (wherever the hell “here” was) was pretty good, food, water, shelter, and round-the-clock sex.  No laws, no pesky government interlopers, no enemies (none that were known) and worries about rent, insurances, taxes, sucking up to the boss.  It couldn’t be better, it was--it was heaven!
	He was surprised to find the girls “willing.”  but Wendsy concocted the notion that the Space Time Continuum created a mind gap as the kids came from one existing time field and were transported to be deposited into another.
	“Then why aren’t you effected?”
	“My time in their time was limited, the strands of time “here” and from the Oval Viewer still bound me and sheltered me from being adversely effected.”
	Though she appeared to be merely ten, almost eleven, Wendsy was way too mature for her age.  Paul was distracted with pesky bothersome thoughts; he was unsure about reality, space time continuum?  Oh brother!
                                                  *****

	Wendsy held vigil at the Viewers.  Daily, nightly, constantly.  September was with most times, but he also enjoyed romping through the forest, and took an “expedition” with Garson to continue scoping out the dimensions of their new home.	Paul came to be with Wendsy, many of the others came, not to just be with Wendsy but to look over the Boundary Wall, the Stone Controller contraption, and merrily wander about.
	“Are you--why is it--hmmmm,” Paul tried to assemble the exact wording.  Wendsy didn’t help, she had discovered an aspect of the Viewer/Controller her dimwit brother had not; a manner in which to “save” certain Views.  This allowed her (or the View(er) to return to the Viewee as time progressed, to see how they were progressing.  The most sophisticated form of Spying and Abduction known to Man!
	“Well, I-I get the impression there’s more to all this than you’re letting on.”
	Hmmmm, he had a point.  But what?  And what was with Wendsy’s vigil?  Her brother knew.  He didn’t brooch the subject, finding August Moone in the parallel universe would really seriously honestly be like looking for the proverbial--well, you know.
	But she knew he was out there.  Somewhere.  She yearned for him.  She understood that he was “out of his body”.  But if she could guide him back to his body, in the van in that small town, she could possibly then guide him to the closet opportunity to come into HER world.
	There was the option of course of going to Him.  Should she actually find him, but here was good.  She didn’t want to return to her birth world.  That was out.  She would rather die.  
	The search for August continued.