August Moone
Book 3
Sidetrips
Chapter 15
Ah!  There you are!

	The breezes wafting up from the small valley below were heavily scented with the delights of a million different flowers.  The soft rain that had been in the morning left the air fresh and clean.  (and a little damp.)  Birds chirped, squirrels ran amok the branches of the pines, chipmunks darted all about through the grasses and bushes.
	She sat alone, staring at the wall before her.  For a long time she had been bugged, distant and not involved with the rest of the family.  She even took to wearing clothes again!  Mostly due to the fact the weather was beginning to turn, it was cool in the morning with afternoon showering.  
	For a time she had tried penetrating the mysterious confounding Boundary Wall.  To no avail.  There were dozens and dozens of “universes” beyond, all selectable and plausible.  She assumed strongly that at least one of them was “home.”  But its exact placement was a little vague, how far away would that put her from August?
	Coming up along side her was brother September.
	“Hi.” he said.  He knew she was bugged, he tried not to be the doofus and upset her.  He knew she wanted to return to homeworld, mostly to be with August.  He himself was pretty cool with where he was.  
	“Anything new?” he asked.
	Wendsy shook her head.  She was huddled, leaning forward, staring at the grayish wall that was unchanging with a catkin jacket wrapped about her.  September stood awkwardly for a moment and then sat precariously next to her.  She scooted a little to one side to allow him better seating on the small boulder.
	“Oh!” September suddenly sparked up, “Lookee what I found.” he pulled out of his catkin woodsy jacket an object.  Wendsy looked at it, 
	“What is it?”
	“I have no idea.” the boy said, it was black in color, three inches wide, ten inches long.  The body was slender and nothing more than a hand grip.  The last four inches were in a curvature where there were dials, buttons, and a power LED indicator.
	“Where did you find it?”
	“Along the wall, there was a boulder that didn’t look right and under was this thing.”
	Wendsy examined it, “Have you messed with it?”
	“No, not yet.”  he had already “messed” with the Controller that opened up all the Oval Viewers.  
	Wendsy contemplated, thought, mulled, pulled the catkin jacket about her a little more.  She assumed that it was probably some sort of remote control device to open an Oval Viewer.
	September farted.
	In the air there was smoke, not a forest fire but chimney/fireplace smoke.  The peoples back at the two villages were up and about.  They were okay, Wendsy didn’t mind them.  She rather liked Paul.  He seemed to be the most sensible of them all.  He was as naughty and perverted as the other, had no shame, no morals, but still.  
	The fella with the van, and all those girls he had kidnapped, Adrian, Wendsy didn’t know about him, he was something else.  Deputy (former) Lisa (and her boys) had settled right in.  She was friendly (and seriously horny).  She tried to be friendly to Wendsy, Wendsy wasn’t the friendly-giving type.  
	Dick-less Garson was still okay.  Still spooky, he seriously kept to himself, he and Paul had finally mapped out the boundary of their new little world.  The Boundary Wall was the only one, the other “walls” were clear walls reflecting the “scene” behind whoever was looking forward.  The wall was ungiving, it could be felt, it couldn’t be penetrated.
	There were two lakes, one was kinda large, the other rather small.
	Two rivers fed the lakes.  There were several ponds.  Lots of hills, jillions of trees.  Plenty of animals.  Sweeping valleys, rolling hills, one near continuous forest.  Two villages, the last village discovered was the main catkin village that could support up to 500 families.
	There were “supplies” in the basements of the village stores to sustain said families for a very long time.  The pesky humans who had come into the new world could spend a lifetime and then some.  There didn’t seem to be any way OUT of the mini world, just a happenstance of getting in.
	But then again, no one really wanted to get out, either.  No Laws, no government, no interlopers or pesky bothersome neighbors snitching on you.  Surprisingly, old salt Grandpa John (with his granddaughters Brandy & Samantha) had a philosophy in regards to the new world order:
	John looked to their predicament as creating their own way of life, rebelling against the authority they had been surrounded by; accepting only responsibility for their actions.  He saw it as a semblance of how Laws and government came to be.  So did everyone else, they all understood how society & government came to be:  a group of peoples grew into larger groups, encountering other groups and formulating a society of peoples.  At length, at some point in time it became necessary to have an elected official to delegate disputes and to dispense punishment for those who fucked up.
	There was the inescapable responsibility of all members of said forming society for their own decisions; it cried out for the necessity of recognizing absolute freedom of choice.  Grandpa John decreed further that freedom and acceptance of personal responsibility were the main values in life and that as individuals they must rely on themselves.
	It meant that they were take care of themselves, their own families.
	It meant no Law, no Guards, no form of government, no police or policing.  The only policing would be among themselves.  It sounded like a plan--but no one knew for sure if it would work.  There were potential issues.  So far while things were good everyone got along.  Everyone who was present “needed” to be where they were.  Society in their original world was fucked, messed up, too harsh, not understanding.  In the new world (wherever the hell that was) was free from such trivial matters as incest, immorality, depravity, and other forms of sexual debauchery.
	Deputy Lisa Polph was the only serious form of law enforcement.  She was voted to be the so-so Chief Law Enforcement Official, should the need arise for her services.  She locked away her weapons and such and settled into the catkin wardrobe of one piece one-size fits all super comfy green overalls.
	The other adult, Kevin Kraves, who had narrowly escaped a world that was destroying itself via nuclear holocaust, was okay, too.  He still held a firm hand to his family; his wife and children who had turned on him and sent him to prison.  His wife was coming around--still not to be trusted naturally, but she was more submissive than she had been in the beginning.  The realization that she was in a fucked situation was settling in.
	It had been several weeks since any “new” people had arrived.  How the “arrival” occurred in the first place was still a mystery, too.  Grandpa John, Paul, Lisa, and supreme vengeful pervert Adrian attested that they had no advance warning.  They were just driving along and…
	So the getting in seemed to be easy enough, the getting out was the trick.  The adults, too, wondered and were curious about what had happened to the original inhabitants; the catkin creatures or whoever.  Wendsy sighed to herself, there was another universe out there where she would have been just as happy, the encounter of the two mysterious kittens.  She still missed August, though, and would prefer to be with him.  They had some sort of odd-weird kismet.
	She handed the new gizmo back to her brother.  He fiddled with it, scrutinized, pressed some of the buttons--but nothing happened.  After a while he gave up and stuffed the item in a pocket.  Wendsy sat still for a while longer then got up and began walking, arms folded, very glum.
	September pissed on the boulder where they had been sitting, farted, fondled his balls and watched his demure odd sister walking off.  He followed.  He didn’t say anything, what was there to say that hadn’t been said already.  When Wendsy wasn’t in the talking/conversing mood, it was best to leave her alone.
	So they walked in silence.  
	They came into an area of ferns, thick/dense vegetation.  It was a new area, Wendsy had no particular direction, there was little risk of getting lost, the Boundary Wall could be seen and following it back to the Controller and her sitting place (that September had pissed on) she (they) could find the trail back to the lodge where the others were.
	Coming to a small somewhat hidden pristine pool full of what appeared to be goldfish/carp/Koi, Wendsy paused.  September eased beside her and peered into the pond.  The fishes made him happy, he smiled and sat down plucking worms and grubs out from under a nearby rock and log, and flicking them into the pond whereupon they were quickly devoured by the greedy fishes.
	Out of the corner of his eye he watched as Wendsy peeled down her overalls.  Surprisingly she wore panties, too.  She didn’t normally and September couldn’t recall when she last had.  They were catkin undies, though, warm and comfy.  Wendsy tugged the undies down and squatted.  After a brief quick butt blast she began to pee.  September stopped flicking fish dinner into the pond to watch his sister.
	It had been a while since he and Wendsy had fooled around.  A long while.  He had plenty of others to sink his schlong into, he could be somewhat torturous to Kevin Kraves’ family--hard spankings, peeing on them (in them) and driving them to the brink of what they could stand.  He got to ball former deputy Lisa Polph, and then the remaining girls (some boys) of the growing family.
	But his first love was to his kooky sister.
	After she had peed, she turned her head to look at him.  September didn’t know what to do; of late she had been kinda bitchy, moody, difficult to judge her mood.  
	Wendsy said nothing but ripped another butt blast.  She then moved from the “puddle” she had created, sat down close to the edge of the pond where there was moss and clover laden.  She eased her garment down, working her catkin panties, too.
	She then laid back, opening her legs and fingering herself.
	September licked his lips and careened his head to look at her.  She was turning eleven, or already was.  A small covering of poon hair barely concealed her love entrance.  September felt his bone surging within his own catkin garb.  Slowly he eased over on all fours.  His hand coming into direct contact with the fresh piss puddle.  He didn’t mind, he didn’t care.
	He moved between his sister’s legs, working the overalls and undies off.  Wendsy seemed to be so far okay.  But that was, of course, subject to change at any time.  September, though, still bided his time, staring (albeit lovingly) at Wendsy’s poon pie.  
	Down he went, licking the well fucked snatch, tasting her pee.  Her poon lips were already well slickered up, she was “wet.”  she was horny.  Plunging a finger into her anus September drove his tongue into love canal.  Wendsy moaned, tweaked a nipple and closed her eyes.  
	September flicked his tongue all about the entrance of her vagina, nipping her clit and sodomizing her good with his finger.  Wendsy arched her back and thrashed side to side, tweaking both her nipples and bucking into her brother’s face.
	It was September’s finger that wore out firstly, not his tongue.  His cock was close to cumming off in his clothes and that just wouldn’t do, quickly he shucked himself free of the catkin clothing and mounted his sister proper, locking his arms as he straddled her, gliding his throbbing fuck pole against her. 
	Wendsy humped upward, grinding her brother’s cock against her swollen inflamed labia.  She resisted blurting out the words, “FUCK ME!” but brother September read her mind just the same.
	He continued to tease her just a moment, not entering her but gliding his cock meat against her soft folds.  He could feel the intense heat of her passion enveloping him.
	‘You better put it in me or you’ll never will.’ came the sudden Mind link intrusion.
	September smiled at her, it was difficult, though, to read his sister’s face, she generally beheld a rather stoic face.  But there were flashes in her eyes and a quivering on the corners of her lips.  She was horny.

	His hand began to redden as he laid smack after smack to his sister lily white bottom.  She wriggled some, clutching at the exposed roots of a nearby tree as she was swatted.  Her brother’s cock poked her belly.  He was relentless and didn’t stop until they heard a strange/curious sound.
	It was a warbling.  High pitched, ascending to a high level and then suddenly ceasing.  And it was close by.  In the forest it was suddenly very quite.  Nothing stirred.  Wendsy stood, rubbing her searing naked ass.  She looked cautiously and carefully all about, noting if all the trees and bushes were the same.  She then looked over her shoulder and noted the fish pond was still present.  
	‘We haven’t moved.’ to a new universe.
	‘Someone (or something) came in, though.’ September surmised.
	Nakedly and stealthfully they crept thru the ferns and bushes, coming to a line of bushes that beyond which was a large pasture.  September stepped up behind his sis, his gangly aching cock angled down between his sister’s ass.  The heat of her ass flesh where he had spanked her warmed him; he wrapped an arm about her, digging down to her lovely-lovely poon and diddled her while they surreptitiously observed on the sly the newest newcomers.

	It was a station wagon.  Late model 70s type.  It looked a little thrashed.  All about it were camping supplies in no discernible order.   There was “stuff” going on in the car.  It was a “busy” car.  In the front area, the doors were open, (ALL the doors were open.) 
	Laid out in the front seat was a teenage boy, late teens.  Not much of him could be seen, ‘cept for the very fact that he was nude.  His long legs were spread eagled outward, one in the open window of the driver’s side window, the other over the driver’s side seat back.
	Giving him a dynamic blowjob was a woman.  She was equally nude, on her knees, sort of squatting while she serviced the “member.”
	In the mid sextion of the car--two teenage girls 69ed one another, spanking and munching one another.  
	In the very rear there were two kids, the girl was on her hands and knees over bedrolls and ice chests, butt bare assed naked while a slightly older brother plowed her.
	Wendsy placed her hand onto her brother’s, his fingers had worked themselves into her cunny.  She was hot.  Her ass was still hot.  She reached about and caressed his ass, then slipped in between their bodies to find his ball sac, she clutched it hard and wished they had the electrical generator…

	She heard the giggles.  She smelled the slight wafting of someone wearing too much perfume.  There were more giggles.  September brought his hand down HARD on her ass, she tightened up and clutched at the grass.  Again his cock poked her in the belly, the blood was rushing to her head, her ass was searing, she was getting a little hungry.
	‘Do you see them?’
	‘Yes.’
	Wendsy let her brother wallop her a few more smacks before she repositioned herself.  On her hands and knees off of September’s lap.  His cock was already jutting juice, but it wasn’t ready to release just yet.  Instead the odd pudgy boy 13ish went to his knees and placed his face into his sister’s butt crack.  He drove his tongue into her funk hole, caresses her thighs and stroked himself.
	Wendsy could see the station wagon family, hiding among the thick ferns surrounding.  Her mind whirled as she thought.  She smiled inwardly to herself and then pushed her self back along her brother’s prong.  September griped his sister’s hips and began boning her butt hole but good.
	Having a mind link with the bro gave her subtle insight that he was at the point of cumming off.  As her brother stepped up his thrusting Wendsy pulled forward enough so as he cock popped out, she then whipped around quickly and began jerking the member until her face was awash with his hot sticky gooey cum.
	She then popped the member into her mouth and sucked it dry.
	Annie Kamdon was the mother of the kids, and the one who had been slurping on the nude teen boy’s cock in the front seat of the station wagon.  The boy was Barry, he was approx. 18 years young.  The two girls who had been “servicing” one another were Jessica and Beverly.  Jessica was only a year younger than her brother, Beverly two years younger than her. 
	From the back area of the thrashed car there was Ruthie and David.  Ruthie was seven while horndog brother David was ten.  Both boys had terrific hard-ons after meeting the naked Wendsy and September.  Wendsy was a hot dish, face still coated in her brother’s spunk.  Her nakedness and comfortableness with being nude was enticing.
	After introductions the family gathered their camping gear and personal belongings, didn’t bother to dress as Wendsy assured them that it wasn’t necessary.  She explained the new concept of the new world to the Kamdon family as they made their way back to the cabins of the First Village.
	
	There were a lot of introductions.  Firstly there were more eyeopeners for the newest arrivals; it was like waltzing into a nudist colony, no one wore any clothing.  Kids, adults, no shame at all.  Boys whizzed where they wished, but generally away from the cabins and on bushes.  On the porches, on the grounds, on picnic tables, Sex was the topic.  All ages, all sexes.  
	With the friendly introductions a done deal, there was a barbeque and someone ran off to inform the 2nd catkin village of the new arrivals.  Ruthie was first to be snuck off by one of the boys, it was one of the teen boys as in the First Village group there were no pre-teen or young boys.  (’cept for Hunter and he mostly stayed humping his Alice or Wendsy, but mostly Alice.)
	Before long, Jessica and Beverly were off with some of the boys, too.
	David and Barry found willing girls and happily disappeared for a while, but their mother came around checking on them, smiled as she watched them hump whoever, and then was “taken” by Paul and Kevin--the two male adults of the group.
	Wendsy’s mood was enlightening, er, lightning up. (she wasn’t so glum.)  She paused and watched the “coupling” of the various members of the group, members of the second group from the catkin village arrived, a barbeque was the primary draw, but the prospect of meeting new people (and fucking them) was a plus, too.
	Surprisingly (sort of) Wendsy made friends with Beverly.  It was actually Beverly Kamdon who approached Wendsy during the dwindling down 	period of the barbeque.  Where the mother of the newbies had gotten off to was unknown, but it was for she was getting boinked.
	Beverly, like the others of her family, had many-many questions.  Most of which she let lie until a later time.  She came to Wendsy after washing her hands of rich barbeque sauce (dinner was not exactly barbeque spare ribs or even beef, pork, chicken.  It was some other kind of product that was just as tasty found wrapped tightly in an underground freezer of the cabin Wendsy and her immediate group had come live in.)
	There was light hunting, but not too much until animal counts could be made and a certainty of replenishment.  (mostly fishing)
	Anyways, Beverly and Wendsy slinked off with September in tow.
	Behind the cabin and just a ways beyond for some privacy.  Beverly had held back a moment or two to watch as her mother took on two teen boys, sandwich fucking her.  She herself had let brother Barry and David double dick her, but it was creepy to have sex with one’s brothers.  (though she didn’t seem to mind to screw around with her sister, Jessica.
	Beverly was embarrassed, but intrigued about the subject of “spanking.”
	“You seemed to have liked it?” Beverly wasn’t sure.  
	Wendsy nodded that it was so.  Trailing behind them was September, ever near constantly naked.  Wendsy was as well.  So was Beverly, although she was a little apprehensive about it, but EVERYONE was nude.  It was just a new environment to deal with.
	(Being nude with her mother, sisters (and even brothers) was one thing, with a whole group of nudeys it was a bit much.  AND she could have tolerated the nudity if it hadn’t been for all the boys and adult men with their schlongs either hanging down or sticking out.)
	She watched firstly as once more Wendsy lay across her brother’s lap.  The boy caressed his sister’s ass, diddled her hole, then held her hands tightly behind her back whilst his walloped her.
	Beverly jumped with startle as the swats came.  She watched as the lily white ass segued to a more beet(en) reddish hue.  September then pushed her onto her fours and came up behind her, schlepping his salami into her corn hole and pumping her, his balls slapping against her warm fiery skin.
	A portion of his love cream filled her well greased hole, Wendsy (again) whipped around and drained the rest of his lizard juice down her gullet.  She clung to his balls and squeezed them until his toes began to curl.  September’s mouth undulated and he thrust his beef stick into his sister’s mouth, jerking and freaking out until he was well drained.
	Wendsy smacked her lips, grinned and slyly eyed Beverly.
	The teenager was a little unsure, having reservations.
	Too late.
	September took her, she was not reluctant, just abashed and hesitant.
	Being spanked (hard) though was semi okay.  She enjoyed it.  She got walloped by her brothers and sisters, but not hard.  September applied strong steady spanking until Beverly felt the uncontrollably urge to cry.  Her ass was on fire.  On fire!  There was a tingling, too.
	She felt September’s bone poking her.  She had never been fucked by anyone other than her brothers.  Quickly she was positioned on her hands and knees and suddenly felt a strong dynamic “foreign” object jamming its way into her asshole.
	Her head was lowered and she was greeted by Wendsy’s hairless poon.  Semi eagerly she noshed on the cunt, her mind in a whir as she was hammered from behind and her face full of twat!

	She didn’t know who the boy was, but he was very handsome and very tan.  Wendsy noted him as being Logan.  He had been a “member” for a long time.  He liked little girls.  Presently he was in the company of very young Karen, a so-so girlfriend of the party he was keen on.  Karen was about seven now, Logan about 14.  (and remember Karen was the step-sibling of Kristy, the pair who had been accosted by dickless Garson back in the woods a few chapters back.) 
	They were in company with Ruthie, Beverly’s little sister of seven.
	Kristy wasn’t with them, but one of the early members was, Mary Anne.  All nude, mostly tan, and Logan with a raging boner.  They were in a small clearing where they had brought some of the barbeque leftovers.  After only a few minutes, Logan went down on Karen, opening her legs and licking her out, finger fucking her asshole.
	Ruthie was a little amazed, shocked, but not alarmed.  She was embarrassed, like big (sorta) sister Beverly, going naked with the immediate family was one thing, doing so with others (strangers) was something else.
	Karen didn’t fuss, she was well used to the boys doing things to her, girls, too.  After a time, Logan moved up the young girl’s body, dragging his tongue to her nipples and then mouth.
	His teen prick grinded against her snatch, he humped her there without penetrating for a moment or two, then guided the missile into her with some ease.  Beverly was a little amazed, mouth agape.  But of course, both her brothers had pegged Ruthie so…
	Soon Logan was shooting love cream into Karen, he emptied his balls, languished his cock within her for a moment, then pulled out to rest his flaccid schlong against her love entrance, cum juice still squirting forth.
	Karen was all a giggle.  She peed on him, pulled her legs back and farted.  They all got the giggles and began tickling one another.  This only prompted Beverly to join in, Wendsy & September emerging from the woods, as well.

	To say the least, the one most comfortable with the new found shenanigans was Jessica Kamdon.  Going nude was way cool.  Getting dicked left and right, taking on two-three cocks at once, pussy munching, pussy humping, and watching girls and boys of all ages, some adults, fuck their silly brains out was exponentionally off the scale.
	She saw her mother with two men and one young boy younger than brother/son David.  The woman seemed to be enjoying herself, as well as the men/boy screwing her.  It was a new found freedom, the freedom to be as wild as one wanted to be without fear of reprisal, nosey neighbors, the Law.
	David, too, was having a blast.  Going naked among everyone was outstanding.  As much as he enjoyed fucking his sisters (and mother) sinking his bone into other girls was beyond expectations.  He too often sat back watched the outlandish sex doings; grown ups fucking little kids, teenagers, each other; same sex fuckings, suckings, and spankings.  Blatant masturbation, cocksucking, and “watersports.”
	David found his brother Barry getting it on with two teen girls, his cock in one girl’s pussy while his mouth enjoyed the other.  The girls were in a 69er at the time.  David approached and was invited, his cock taken by the girl who was on top, she sucked him and jerked him off and emptied his tool juice onto the cunt beneath her.
	It was heaven.  Pure and simple.  (well, a DIFFERENT sort of Heaven) but a Heaven, or Haven, nonetheless.
*****

Making Merriment
	Wendsy traipsed along a wooded path with new quirky found friend Beverly.  Butt spanker September trailed along, as well.  Along with Hunter w/o Alice.  The scent of “smoke” brought their attention to follow.  September naturally thought FIRE!
	Only to be somewhat disappointed when it turned out to be merely a campfire.  Nearby stood a nude man pumping up against a young girl (natch) while she herself slurped on the nude cock of an early aged teen boy.
	The man was in his late 30s.
	The boy about 13 or so.
	The girl about 10.
	There was another lad of 13 or so, too.  Equally naked, jerking off.
	The man was tall, thicky crinkly odd-style of light brown hair.  Dazzling blue eyes, strong jaw, strong revealing features.  His manly hands held firm the ass cheeks of his supposed daughter. 
	The girl made mumbling sounds as she swallowed on every inch of her brother’s cock, she was a perky child, strawberry blond, brilliant blue eyes, a perky nose.  She had no breasts to speak of, but nipples.
	The boy laid out on a boulder that was naturally shaped to accept his nude form, his legs were spread out as he lolled about enjoying the blowjob.  The girl fingered herself and was fingered by her father plugging her from behind.  The man ultimate pulled out, shooting a massive wad of cock love all over her lily white ass.
	Cum, too, squirted into her mouth.  She choked and gagged some, almost retching.  She giggled and farted and spread her legs wide as she also began to pee.  Her father still behind her, still cumming off, parted her cheeks and stance and watched her pee.
	The girl finished whacking off her brother until he was empty.
	September’s prong slid up between Beverly’s cheeks.  She was a little shocked by it, this was surely not the time to be getting poked.  But, she parted her cheeks and bent slightly forward.  September eased his pudgy schlong to her giving anus and plunged inward.
	It had been awhile, a long while.  In the beginning Hunter had had strong-strong feelings for Wendsy.  Wendsy likewise.  But their long separation had put a serious dent in their relationship.  There was now Alice for Hunter.
	Wendsy and Hunter had eyed one another, and though lo Hunter wanted to bone her (again), he mostly kept his bone for Alice; although Alice received “attention” from several boys.
	He stood sheepishly beside her, his bone was rock hard, at times, Wendsy gave him the cold shoulder.  He understood it, at time so did he.  He didn’t mean it, he was just more fond of Alice.
	Wendsy leaned gently against him.  Her skin was cool, Hunter’s was sweaty.  He had the need/urge to -- uhm, potty.  He clenched/pinched it off as the timing was bad, real bad.  Wendsy gently placed her had upon his tool, she gave it a squeeze and continued watching the latest new people.

	The “latest new people” were the Mitchell family.  They had come from a Midwest town, Carl Mitchell, the father, was a farmer, he had several hundred acres of orchards; peaches, and nectarines mostly.  He was a single father raising two kids, Chris and Suzie.
	And for the most part he was a good dad.  A little strict and expected a lot out his son Chris, whom he was shaping in to taking over the business reigns when the time came to do so.
	Chris had other plans.
	They butted heads a lot and Chris often sought the solace of actually being out in the orchards somewhere.  His favorite spot was on a slight hill, resting in the shade of a peach tree overlooking a small quadrant of the orchard valley below.
	Here he could play his harmonica, guitar, draw, and think.
	It was there under the shade of the peach tree that he often worked his favorite organ.  Being out in the farming/ranch community area, there weren’t a lot of friends to hang out with, not without a lot of bike peddling to get to see them.  At school there weren’t that many girls, and the girls that were there--weren’t highly desirable or desired to be with a boy.
	And other various reasons.  Chris was 12, he missed his mother, he was stuck out on an orchard farm he didn’t care anything about, he had dreams and aspirations his father didn’t share.
	So he mostly settled into an afternoon of happy wanking.
	Sometimes it was simply hauling his fuck pole out of his jeans and getting busy.  Sometimes he didn’t even cum.  Sometimes he just fondled his cock and balls, dreaming up what a girl might possibly look like naked.  Sure he had a sister, but she was his sister.  He had seen her naked, in her undies, but she was his sister!
	He had seen girls at his school, short skirts and dresses, tight jeans, shorts and best of all swimsuits.  These thoughts most often cause his cock to surge out of control and he found himself shucking his jeans and underwear and heavy handedly whacking off.  
	He sometimes pranced about the orchards naked.  He basked in the sun, skinny dipped in the agri pond, and finger fucked his asshole, finding various items in which to sodomize himself!
	Some of his actions did not go unobserved.
	He wasn’t aware of this until one day he was cleaning out the barn when little pesky sister Suzie came to pester him.  Typical sibling banter, she was just there to get his ire up.  And she was doing a fine job.
	“Suzie get outta here and leave me alone!”
	“Why, so you can play with yourself some more!?”
	The statement was shocking, bold, and incredible.  For even his sister to know what “playing with yourself” meant!  (and then of course there was the obvious…)
	“Hey!” he was even more shocked.  Suzie grinned big and smiled.
	Chris chased after her; she ran quick, she was very nimble (and quick.)  Out behind the barn she ran, hiding in one of several places she favored.  Chris in a maddening rush found her by fluke.  
	Now of course, that he had--now what?  He shook, she screamed, he shook her some more.
	Suzie’s screams only brought the unwanted attention of their father.
	And his wrath.
	And his belt.
	Suzie ran for dear life thinking that SHE was in trouble.
	Nope.  
	And though Chris was a teenager now, thirteen, he was not too old to be spanked.  And he was.  Suzie dove into another hiding spot, it had only been some months beforehand when she herself had been spanked, bare handed.  Chris was the one who got the belting.
	Suzie shuddered when she heard the first sounds of a walloping in progress, and was glad and thankful it wasn’t happening to her.  Their father was generally a good man, decent, friendly, and loving.  But he was, too, a disciplinarian, strict, and put up with none of the kids’ foolishness.
	Slowly Suzie crept out of her hiding place, crawling on all fours she peered beneath the blue tarp covering the woodpile she hid in.  She saw her brother with his pants and underwear down, hands folded tightly and held in place behind his back while he lay across his father’s lap.  
	The leather belt came again, and again to the boy’s tender flesh.  It had turned a tomato red hue with only the first few strikes.  Six swats, though, was all there was to it.  The father roughly stood his son up and reprimanded him harshly for shaking his sister.
	“Now get your ass back in the barn and finish your chores!”
	The boy stood trembling and shaking, rubbing his dramatically searing blistering ass.  His father turned and walked briskly away.  Suzie held her place despite her need to pee.  Her brother rubbed his ass, sobbed, kicked a milk can and pulled up his clothes before disappearing around the barn corner.

	A shadow cast forth across the ground.
	“What the hell do YOU want?”
	“I’m sorry about what happened.”
	‘Fuck you.’
	She was sorry.  She felt badly and didn’t know what to do.  Since the loss of their mother their relationship had strained.  Now was just another string breaking.  She loved her brother, although he didn’t always return it.  She figured that he did, sometimes he WAS an asshole, but sometimes he was pretty cool, too.
	Chris paid her no attention and if he didn’t want another bare ass beating he continued with the barn cleaning.  Suzie watched him for awhile then slowly slipped out and returned to one of her hiding places.
	She didn’t have to wait too long, the back single door of the barn creaked open and Chris stole a look around.  The boy eased out and scampered across the small open ground to the dingy white fence, to the propane tanks and then into the almond orchard.  Suzie eased out from her hiding place and followed.  She knew where he was going.
	She lost sight of him when she got to the open agricultural pond, she paused her to pee, got her bearings and struck off again.  She had to be sneaky or he would ditch her if he caught on she was following him.  
	After a little disorientation, a little fright about the disorientation, Suzie was once more on her way, sighting the huge power lines, the water tower, and the twin peach trees (two trees that had been separate in the beginning of their sprouting life but then as they matured they grew together.)
	On the hill in his favorite place Chris sat masturbating.
	Suzie masturbated, too.  Usually, though, in her bed, in the bath, sometimes while on the toilet.  Never outside the house.  Using her binoculars she could see her brother happily whacking from her bedroom, she could see him better when she was in the loft of the barn.
	Just the flaps of his jeans were open, his cock and balls out of the boxers he favored over regular boys underwear.  Very carefully she made her way up the side of the hill, laying down and peeking thru the grass.  Chris was seriously in the “groove” happily wanking away, legs open, hand firmly gripping his cock.
	Suzie held her place for a moment, that tingling sensation was back again--it drove her crazy--and usually only when she spied on her brother!  She figured he was still plenty sore at her for getting his ass whipped.  She wondered if there might possibly be a way for her to make it up to him.
	(you think!)

	Just as he was about to cum, Suzie popped up from the grass, “Hi!” she chirped.  Chris sputtered and some cum squirted out.
	“Jesus fucking Christ!” Chris shouted.  He tried back scrambling up the peach tree, totally freaked out that he had been busted.  He looked for his father, ass and balls tightening up.  But seeing that Suzie seemed to be apparently alone, “What the fuck’s wrong with you, get outta here!”
	“Don’t cuss!” she barked back haughtingly.
	  Chris frantically tried to stuff his cock back into his jeans.
	“You needn’t bother,” Suzie piped, “I’ve already seen it.”
	“W-what?” stammered her shocked brother.
	“It’s no big deal, I’ve seen it, I’ve seen what you do with it, might as well keep it out!” she said with a shrug.  She moseyed up closer then knealt down to her knees--ready to scamper quickly if Chris should remember the ass whopping’ he had just gotten.
	Chris calmed down, was still bugged that his sister was present and very bugged that she was okay with his jerking off.  He sweated some, was a little apprehensive.  He knew she was quirky, but…
	And though he hated to admit it to himself, she WAS pretty.  She was his dopey sister, but she was okay (as far as sisters go.)  She got him into trouble inasmuch as he got her into trouble, although she had a better chance to get OUT of the trouble she got in, she was “daddy’s little girl” and she had “daddy” wrapped about her finger.
	Chris slid down to his butt, his butt that was still smoldering with fire from the brash ass beating less than an hour back.  But he wasn’t mad at her, not anymore.  Now he was just confused.  She was a quirky girl for sure.
	He had managed to stuff his meat package back inside his boxers, he was still somewhat hard, though.  He licked his lips nervously, blinked his eyes and felt sweat trickling down his neck.  
	Suzie seemed to be eyeing him.
	Chris looked down, his hands concealed his package.  When he had been younger he had gone naked in front of her, they shared a bathroom and when she came in on him he didn’t cover himself.  He came in on her while she bathed or occupied the toilet.  Nothing had ever come of it, it was just basic curiosity.
	Slowly he pulled away his hands.  The tip of his schlong poked through the opening of his boxers.  His cock pulsed as Suzie’s eyes rested upon it.  She tugged in her lower lip, her face brightening as if it were her birthday and she was receiving candy and dolls as presents.
	On her knees she inched a little closer.  Chris didn’t know what to think, he braced his shoulders against the tree, opened his legs a little more, his cock popped a little further out the opening.  Suzie continued to smile, gaze, and marvel at what she was seeing.
	“Well,” Suzie said at last, “go on, take it out!”
	Chris rolled his eyes in confusion.  Did he dare?  He squinted looking for his father.  Only a few birds fluttered in his eye sight.  He sighed and tugged the top of his boxers down to fully released and expose his cock and balls.  His cock sprang right up, he was thirteen so it wasn’t something major, but Chris thought so.
	So did sister Suzie.

	Biting her lower lip and eyeing the cock up close and personal Suzie smiled and grinned and blushed.  Chris felt a little more at ease, still fretted that their father would suddenly appear--he could be an asshole sometimes.  
	Soon Chris began tugging on his meat stick, lightly masturbating.  He flopped his cock and made Suzie smile even more.
	“Can I touch it?” she boldly asked. 
	Chris about lost it, his composure.  He began to breath hard and sweat more.  He looked around once more for security’s sake, then leaned back his shoulders.  Suzie stretched out her hand timidly and gripped the dick.  She squeezed it and marveled at it.  It was warm in her hand.  Chris closed his eyes and trembled some.  For the moment it was sister Suzie hand humping his schlong, then it was one of several girls he knew at his school, including Ms. Kristen Karvey, his math instructor.
	Suzie only whacked him a moment or two.  Chris slowly continued, not sure if he should cum or not, would that freak her out.  Sure she had seen the bulls hump the cows, she had seen dogs locked up, and had seen a horse’s cock hanging practically to the ground.  She wasn’t an idiot.
	Chris settled into a light euphoria or simple stroking, he gulped and looked to his sister.  As far as sister’s go, she was okay.  She was a troublemaker and often got HIM into trouble, but she was cute and some boy was going to be lucky to…
	The thought of his sister naked getting laid stunned him.  Seeing her naked was one thing, but some boy on top of her?  He couldn’t imagine that.  (and it had been awhile since he had seen her naked, too.)  mostly he got to see her in her undies or a bath towel.
	His cock hardened up even more.
	Suzie’s cute face went a little sullen.  She licked her lips and looked kind of serious, if only for a moment.  She gulped air herself and sat up straight.  “Wanna see mine?”
	“Holy shit!” her brother exclaimed.
	“Don’t cuss!”

	Suzie stood up, paused a moment for reflection--Chris sitting in awe and in anticipation.  Sweet drizzled down his face, his heart pounded, sure Suzie was his sister and she was merely ten, but that was pretty close to his age.  He bit the side of his lip and watched as she undone the brass button of her turquoise jeans.
	She peeled the flaps down, beyond was a multi wild flower pair of panties.  Slowly she slid the jeans down, to her knees.  Chris ogled her, gulping, blinking his eyes.  Up close and personal--it don’t get no better than that.  Her panties clung to her young body tightly.  Snug right up in the crotch.  Suzie flared her nostrils, pursed her lips, twisted on an ankle, 
	“Hey, if you don’t want to--” Chris said noting his sis seemingly becoming uncomfortable.
	“It’s okay.” she blurted and stuffed her fingers inside the top of her panties at the hips and tugged them down to her knees, too.
	“Oh--sh--eet!” Chris blurted.
	Naked pussy.
	It was hairless.  Chris could only assume that girls got pubes, too, when they got older.  He admired the snatch, it was unfucked (but not unfingered.)  Suzie was a little embarrassed, she grinned, blushed, and lightly concealed her naked poon.
	Chris nodded his head indicating for her to come a little closer.  She did, scuffling along, her pants and panties working down to her ankles.  Chris continued to work his rod while his other hand caressed her bare naked ass.
	He was melting.  “Oh man!” he felt a strange stirring in his cock meat, his balls snugged up and his mind began to blank out.  Suzie’s ass was wonderful, soft and cool.  His fingers slipping into the crack he could feel the warmth there.  His mind strained to maintain some semblance of control, but the desire to FUCK was overwhelming.
	The back of his fingers came to Suzie’s poon, lightly doing what he could to examine it fully.  Suzie held her shirt up and watched him, tingling a little.  Chris finger/fondled the sibling, pressing his fingers inward, taking full note of the pussy and curiously wondering if ALL girls were like that.
	After more astute examination he helped remove Suzie’s shirt.  He then steadied her while she slipped her feet out of her jeans and panties.  Chris himself then pulled off his own shirt and slipped down his pants and boxers.  His legs stretched out, flopping his cock and showing her his bold hairy balls.
	Suzie grinned more, blushed more, and ogled more.
	She squatted down and Chris checked her out as she did so, coming to realize what a girl looked like while she sat on the toilet or squatted out in the woods for a pee.  His cock began to ache.  Slowly he began to hand hump his cock, timidly Suzie outstretched her own hand and applied grip.
	It was all Chris could do to maintain himself, he was going crazy with desire (to cum.)  His ass muscles clenched up, he bit into his lower lip, his mind once more blanking out.  “Oh, son-of-a-bitch, I’m gonna cum!” he blurted out.
	“What does THAT mean?” naïve Suzie asked.
	There was no time to explain, a thick wad of icky milky white stuff (cum) blasted out of his piss slit, coating Suzie’s hand and almost hitting her pretty face.  Instantly Suzie retracted her hand, she made a displeasing noise about the spillage on her hand, she wiped it off on her brother’s pants.
	Chris took over, pulling down on his organ and whacking himself off until he was “empty.”  
	“Oh shit!” he blurted.
	Suzie looked at him, he was flustered, sweating, and cumming.
	“That was the best ever!” he exclaimed when he could catch his breath.
	Suzie was as perplexed as ever.
	“D-did it feel good?” she asked.
	“Yeah, way good.” he told her.
	“Do you want to do it again?”
	Chris looked to his quickly subsiding dick, “Not right now…” he said disgruntingly.  It often was a one-shot deal, sometimes he could whack off again after a few minutes of cooling down.  
	Suzie brushed off her darling little butt, then discovered that she had gotten a sticker in her flesh.  She whined and couldn’t get it.  
	“Turn around.” Chris told her.  The goathead sticker had gotten into her lovely ass, easily he removed it, there was a little blood but she would live.  
	“Thank you.” the young sib said.  She turned about and hugged him, then as he was sitting and she was standing/bending over, she came to rest upon his lap.  She sat astride him, they marveled one another, Chris tried to put it out of his mind that Suzie was his sister, he now knew what ALL girls looked like--who were Suzie’s age and size.  Now he was curious, damn curious, about girls HIS age.
	The thought of a girl his age naked, or at the very least in her panties drove his flaccid organ to full strength, pressing against Suzie’s nakedness.  She giggled as she took note of it, brought a leg over so as she was now straddling her brother.  Chris was okay with this, he no longer cared that Suzie was his sister.  He took her from under her arms and glided her young body against his growing bone.
	Suzie did nothing for a moment and then gripped her brother’s arms and clenched her legs, gliding herself up and down Chris’ dick.  Chris clung to her ass, pressing her into his body until his cock demanded more pertinent attention.  He began trying to poke his way into her asshole, some sort of fear kept him from trying her pussy.  	
	He did though, rub seriously hard against the outside “folds” of her cunny, humping madly until spewing the icky goo on her.  This time, though, Suzie was unable to back off, Chris held her firm and humped until he was totally spent.
	The goo on her poon and belly he smeared into her little cunt, and with his cum laden finger he attempted finger fucking her asshole.  Suzie wasn’t too much into this and he wished she were somewhere else cause he would have likened to finger fuck himself…

	After calming down some, “We better get back, Dad will be looking for us.”
	Suzie shrugged, she would be perfectly content to stay where they were.  But she began putting her clothes back on, Chris watched her and got a little hard about it.  Mid way back to their home he stopped to pee, Suzie watched him, marveling at how a boy peed.  (although to tell the absolute truth about it, Suzie had seen her brother Chris pissing in the orchards (as well as behind the barn) many times.  (her father, too!))

DreamScape
	The  girl he didn’t know the girl, not personally, but the boy was James Richtor, he was in high school and was the assistant coach to Mr. Beamat who was Chris’ junior high sports coach.  James was okay, a little gruff sometimes but not an asshole.
	Anyways, the girl’s dress was hiked up, the top of it was peeled back to expose her tits, she had a pair, too!  Magnificent globes that James was seriously into; mauling them with his hands, twisting the nipples and making humping motions against her thigh.
	After a moment of this action the girl herself slid her panties down, white briefs.  She worked them down to her ankles and then off.  James placed his hand up under her long typical high school girl dress.  Chris bit into his lip and found himself lightly humping the ground he lay on.  He lay concealed behind an old rotting log in the forest beyond his dad’s peach orchard.
	As James slipped off his jeans and underwear, sat up on his knees and presented his cock to the girl, Chris eased his own pants and underwear down, he had a huge kerchief of which he laid out on the foresty ground and there he did lay his fully engorged cock.  One hand came to rest (and squeeze) his bare ass while the other held the binoculars, peering down upon the teen couple in the woods beyond.
	‘So THAT’S what a blowjob is!’ Chris smirked to himself.  He didn’t know, lots of guys at his school (and on the street) mouthed off  “Blow me!” and “Suck me”  along with, “Give me some head.”  and “God, I need a blowjob bad!”
	The girl sucked and sucked, squeezed James’ ass, his balls, and worked his dick while she had it fully in her mouth.  James pulled out just as he was cumming, shooting wads of his milky white goo all over the girl’s face.  She was pretty, too; a high school, he guessed and surmised she was the same age as James, who was seventeen.
	A gob of cum spewed off into the girl’s mouth, although a goodly amount was already there.  James worked his cock, squeezing his balls and making comments Chris couldn’t hear or make out.
	The girl smacked her lips and used James’ underwear to clean off her face.  She then pulled off her dress and undone her bra.  Then she was nude.  Chris seriously began humping the earth beneath him, it was uncomfortable, ‘specially with no “girl” under him, just “mother earth,” but he did the best he could.
	The girl opened her legs, dragging a finger up and down her gash, her bush was blond, although it didn’t match with her long dark hair on her head.  
	James then went “down” on the girl, Chris focused in more, only seeing between James’ lily white ass, his dangling sweaty balls.  The boy finally parted his legs, giving Chris a prime view of James’ asshole.
	Chris wasn’t too interested in that, not too much.  He guessed that James was a--a fleeting thought had escaped into Chris’ mind, he shook his head casting off a million invading thoughts and images.  What was he thinking!  He blinked his eyes, swallowed hard and shook his head once more to clear it.
	Focusing back to the teen couple, he managed to see James’ cock sliding in and out of the girl’s pussy.  ‘Oh man!’ he breathed hard.  ‘Son-of-a-bitch!’  and ‘Damn!’ Chris breathed harder and harder, finally unable to achieve the glory he desired so badly, he rolled over and proceeded to yank his monkey.
	In doing so, he got a “taste” of his own--he kept hunkered down so as not to be seen, he stroked his organ hard, legs open wide, head tilted down and when he began to cum, he was oblivious to the fact that jiz was shooting up onto his face and into his open undulating mouth.
	He didn’t care.  The taste of his spunk wasn’t so bad, salty and gooey.  He was somewhat sickened by it, his own sperm!  But then again, it wasn’t THAT bad.  Another desired emerged soon thereafter…
	He wanted to suck his cock!  His OWN cock!
	He tried, too, to bend enough to flick his tongue to his cum squirting pecker.  But he was just out of reach and unable.  He wondered what it would be like to suck AND be sucked.  Wow, the images once more flooded into him and he was out of control.  He saw himself not fucking James’ girlfriend but James himself!  He wanted to be sucked and be sucked and that was all there was to it.
	When he looked over the log, after regaining his senses and his cock was all but spent--James and his girlfriend were gone.  Chris rolled back onto his back, shoulders against the log, staring up through the forest to the sky, slowly whacking off until he dozed.

	He made it home five minutes before his dad.
	“You’re going to get it!” mouthed off Suzie.
	Some daily chores hadn’t gotten done, he hadn’t cleaned the windows or back porch, fed the animals, nothing.  And most of all he had left Suzie alone for most of the day!
	Suzie gave him a wink, though, “Tell you what, so’s you wont get it so bad,” she winked at him and smiled a devil’s smile.  He knew he had things to do, to look like he had made an effort, but Suzie lured him to her room whereupon she insisted he “whip it out.”
	Their dad was due home any time, any minute.  His cock was sore from all the earlier abuse.  But for Suzie to cop that he HAD been home all day, looking after her like he should when their dad went into town, Chris whipped out his cock and gave her a show.
	She handled it, stroked it, fondled his balls and drove him crazy.
	“Oh God, Suzie!” he cried out.  “Suck it, Suzie, suck my cock!”
	Suzie backed up, this was knew.  She was a little startled and surprised.  Then the family truck rolled in.
	“SHIT!” Chris bitched.
	Quickly he returned his engorged organ where it belonged and dove out his sister’s bedroom window.  He hot footed it into the barn on the sly and got into the groove of feeding the animals and looking busy.
	He was raking some muck when his dad came in, Chris had his shirt off and was sweating (boy howdy!).  “You get everything done today?” the somewhat strict man asked.
	“No sir, n-not everything.” he stammered.
	“Oh?  What didn’t get done, and why not?  What have you done all day?”
	“W-well I started the windows and then noticed the birds over in A-1 suddenly taking off.  I-I thought I’d better check it out.  Turns out it was ole Bessie acting up again--”
	“Did you prime her?”
	“Yeah, it’s that brass “O” ring that’s leaking again.  It was hard to restart even after priming and choking it.”
	“Damn.” cussed his dad.  “We just can’t afford a new water pump.”
	“I got it started, anyhow, it grumbled a lot but the cistern filled with water and it’s running fine now.  The timer is stuck again, I used some lube on it and I think it’ll be alright for now.”
	“Good work, son.” his dad commented, “Finish up here and come on into the house for supper.”
	“Yes sir, Dad.” ‘Whew!’ Chris wiped his brow, ‘got out of that one!’

	Later that night as he quietly whacked himself to sleep he had a visitor.  She startled him, naturally, his door was closed but she was sneaky.  She crawled onto his bed, like she had done when they were littler.  
	“Suzie!” he harshly exclaimed in a hoarse whisper.  “What the fuck are you doing here!?”
	“Don’t cuss!” she reminded him again.  She then tee-heed and pulled up her nightgown, revealing the fact that she didn’t have any panties on.  Chris sat up in bed, his erection poking the sheet could be seen, moonlight filled the room as well as a nite light provided by the clock radio.
	Once more Chris placed his hand onto his sister’s bare ass, squeezing the cheeks, digging into the crack, diddling her hole.  The fingers of his other hand once more glided against her perfect poon.  He fingered her hard and soon his cock began to squirt.
	Suzie pulled the sheet down and straddled him, riding against his erection like it was a bucking horse.  His cock squirted its juices all over her pussy and belly.  Suzie giggled.  Chris diddled his spunk, fingering her pussy and seriously finger fucking her asshole.  He coaxed his sister to diddle the spunk matter, herself.
	She did.
	He then got her to suck on her own fingers.
	Suzie STILL didn’t care for the taste of the cum, but she grinned and the light of the moon dazzled brilliantly in her blue eyes.  With his hands clamped tenaciously to her pert ass, he guided her up and down his bone, though it had cum and it usually died off and went “soft” quickly thereafters, it didn’t do so this time around.  It still felt intensely aroused and sensitive.  Only by humping would ease it.
	His cock soon was positioned into poking Suzie’s asshole, he parted her cheeks and wondered if he COULD get away with buggering her?  Would it hurt, what would happen afterwards?  He just knew that he wanted to cum, to stick his cock into a girl and fuck.
	More cum squirted forth, soiling himself and Suzie.  Again she diddled the spunk, Chris’ finger fucked her asshole with a cum laden finger, then to her pussy.
	Then, a flash memory invaded his mind, what he had seen earlier in the day in the woods, James and his girlfriend.  His mind wandered and soon he had Suzie laying out on the bed, her young legs opened wide.  Suzie was willing.  He licked her pussy.
	He licked, tongued, explored, enjoyed.
	He licked her asshole, too.
	Her pussy and asshole were coated with his cream.  Though at first it was kind of distasteful, it wasn’t all that bad.  He spit onto her asshole and seriously got a finger into her hole.  The invasion/intrusion caused Suzie to squirm some and make faces, but she tolerated the assault just the same. 
	His cock came to rest on her cunny, Suzie squirmed some, she grew a little frightened.  “Nooooooo!” she wailed as she realized what her brother was going to do, or attempt.
	“Shhhhhhhh!” he bitched to her.  His gangly dong throbbing hard and in dire need of “penetration” humped against the soft folds of her pussy, his balls surged, his ass tightened, Suzie twisted on the bed, screwing up her face.  Chris angled his dong and began a steady drive to enter his sister’s virginity.
	But Suzie’s cries and upset face stopped him.  Just the head of his cock had entered her, pressing against her cherry blocker.  He laid his pipe against her and humped himself silly until ejaculating one more time.

	It was a horse, of course, a cream colored brute with a dingy white tail and white hocks.  It bobbed along the outskirts of a large pasture that was part pasture and part open meadow.  Chris huddled along the reeds and tall sawtile grass.  He wasn’t interested in the horse, of course, but the horse’s rider, of course!
	The rider was a girl, mid teens.  Long bouncy brown hair shinning in the afternoon sun.  She wore a cowboy hat, cowboy jeans and a western style shirt.  He couldn’t see her too well, but she had a nice “gait” to her.
	He kept out of sight, but regardless, the horse got spooked and the girl knew there was something amiss.  “Quit it!” she bellowed a time or two when Chris got close.  With some mud clods he foolishly chucked them at the horse’s flank--just being mischievous.
	“Motherfucker, knock it the fuck off!” the rider shouted over her shoulder.  The horse got more spooked and bucked the rider, she flew off of her mount and fell out of sight with a thud.
	Chris was terrified.  He didn’t mean for THAT to happen.
	“SHIT!” he bitched.  He gulped and saw that the horse was still close by.  He looked around and noted that they were pretty much alone, save for the ducks and geese in the various ponds.  Rolling hills here, sparse trees here and there.  Carefully he sneaked through the tall grasses and reeds coming up on the lifeless girl.
	“Oh shit!” he bitched again.  The teen had clunked her head on a log.
	Squatting beside her he pushed her onto her backside, then was relieved to take not that she WAS breathing.  That was good.  She had also pissed her pants.  That was better!
	 He was still concerned for her, but…
	The horse meandered nearby, it farted and was heard to be peeing in the water.  Chris lightly shook the girl, upon doing so he caught a glimpse of her bra.  Her western style shirt had popped a button and allowed some prime “viewing.”
	He watched her close, she still breathed, she was alive.  Her head wound didn’t seem too serious, it was bloody and there was a big knot, but…
	He shook her some more.
	There was no response.
	It seemed as though his hands were possessed; the top button was undone and then the third button, this allowed full viewing of the girl’s bra.  Chris could put his hand over the mound, the bra cup concealed completely the breast, his cock surged and demanded attention.
	The girl’s shirt was opened more, pulling it out of her jeans where it was tucked in.  Nice.  She breathed steadily and was very nice, his eyes took in her near nakedness, marveling at her and becoming more and more aroused.  His hands came to the luscious mounds, “Oh God!” he muttered aloud.  The unconscious teen girl continued to lay still.
	In a fluid like motion he flipped up the bra cups, freeing the breasts.
	“All right!” he exclaimed happily.  He mawed the breasts some more, licking his lips and becoming more and more heartfelt about the intense situation.
	Trembling fingers came to the girl’s brass buttons at her pants.  Semi tight fitting western wear jeans.  Before his eyes the bras button slipped thru its opening.  Trembling fingers eased down the zipper.  He couldn’t believe what he was doing.
	She wore pink panties.  Bikini style.  She had a wondrous muffin, her undies fit her snuggly, very snuggly.  Chris ogled and was practically out of his mind.  Seeing his sister in her panties was one thing, this -- this was totally something different.
	The jeans were eased down, slowly, to her ankles.  Her boots he slipped off and then he sat squatting just staring.  He removed her jeans and opened her legs.  The view of her crotch was incredible.  His mind was not his, he went down and began “sucking her pussy” thru her pink undies.
	This didn’t last long, he was going crazy (with lust.)  But, slowly, s-lo-w-l-y he worked the panties down, checking every angle, noting the position of her ass, asshole, pussy--he was adherently fascinated by that.
	He sniffed the crotch, it was wondrously musty.  
	He then went back to her poon, licking, digging his tongue inside her, unaware if she were a “virgin” or not, and not caring, either.  He licked his fill, she was more musty and there, too, was the slight taste of “pee.”  he didn’t care, he licked and sucked and finally scrambled out of his own clothes, scrunching up so as he could merely jab his cock against her sex.
	This didn’t last long, either.  He soon slipped in the head of his cock (with no resistance) and then moved to straddle the girl, sliding his cock into her.  She moaned, her head lolled side to side, her nipples suddenly “perked up”, and her back arched slightly.
	But she still remained unconscious.
	Chris slid his dick into her and began fucking her.
	It was wondrous.  Glorious.  The sensation was beyond words.  His asshole tightened up, his cock slid all the way into the girl until he was at the base of his cock.  He then began to hump in the fashion he was used to (he was a bed humper.)
	He sucked on the girl’s breasts, then pressed his own lips to hers; mostly, though, he straddled himself above her as he worked his cock into her cunny.  He sped up.  He tried to slow down so as to make the event last longer, but his cock would have none of that and demanded intense fucking.
	Chris didn’t argue and plowed the unconscious girl until he showered her inner cunny with his jizum.  The feeling was intense