August Moone
Book 3
Sidetrips
Chapter 7
Heaven or What

	It was rustic, handmade from the natural resources in the area.  A couple of small outbuildings, a large woodpile, and a large garden in full ripeness ready for plucking.  The “rustic” was in reference to the cabin.
	A two-story job nestled into a hillside.
	It was quaint.  It was picturesque.  It was empty.
	Garson reported that he had gone all around and then some, climbing the hill and coming along the roof to the 2nd story wrap around porch.  No one was home topside, either.  Wendsy and September upon entering the abode firstly searched for any evidence of catkin portraits & pictures.
	They found none.
	Early Americana, roughing it; no electricity, but indoor plumbing.  A large open living room with large fireplace, then a private den.  There was a great kitchen also housing the dinning table.  A laundry room and pantry were in the very back.  A set of stairs went up to the second story, another set was accessible in the front room.
	Topside there was a square “C” that looked down into the open living room below.  Five bedrooms were here, two bathrooms, a large linen closet, another den.
	The dens had books.  Books and paintings.  The books were books everyone was familiar with, but it was noted none were modern, er, none were written beyond the date of circa 1950.  All the paintings were like original art works, master pieces with a few odds and ends here and there.
	There was a slight layer of dust laying on everything.
	In the kitchen and pantry the shelves were stocked with canned foods as well as foods in Mason jars.  Sacks of various weights of rice and beans, corn, flour, sugar, coffee, and all the staples for good clean living.
	It was deemed and destined to be their new home.

	After some adjusting and settling down, Garson once more struck off to extend the security check.  September had constructed a “pond” near the woodpile.
	His first attempt was mud.  His second and third, too.  But he was persistent and by his fifth attempt, the quicksilver-like “pond” came to be.  It was smaller and not 100% like the one they were used to, but it was essentially the same.  All that remained was the Images to appear.
	Wendsy kinda doubted it, she deemed that the Imaging Pool from the Cave was tied in with the Cave itself, the pulsing light beneath was some sort of power source, or mystical power source.
	She didn’t poo-poo her brother’s doings or attempts, it WAS worth a try.  September was diligent and continued his efforts.
	In the cabin al la rustic and very remote, there were found to be “clothes!” Not a lot of clothes, but human clothes just the same.  No kiddie clothes, but that was okay, Karen, Josh, and Jackie rather preferred to go about butt bare assed naked.
	Kristy preferred to try on some clothes.  Hanna continued to go nude.
	So did most everyone else.  Which prompted the reluctant Kristy to at length shed her clothes and go equally nude.  Mr. Kevin kept his family nude anyways.  His violent revenge on them had begun to settle.  He continued to screw them, spank, and “water” them, but not as violently as before.  He still commanded them to “perform” sex acts on one another, including young Kenney screwing his sisters as well as his mother.  All the members of his family were fucked by Brandon, Jackie, Josh, and Hunter.  Brandon enjoyed shagging Katey, Hunter liked Kellie.  Jackie and Josh went for Kara and Kellie, often double teaming the two.  All the Cocks enjoyed scrogging on Kevin’s wife, Susan.  (And Kevin watching them do her!)

                                               Point of View

	 Her pussy quaked, already laden with drying cum, she frigged furiously as her feet did an odd sort of dance scrapping against the desert dirt.  Fantastically the young boy at her face was cumming off, again.  Her free hand clutched at his nut sac, squeezing gently and watching him masturbated, cumming onto her face.
	She gobbled his shooting spunk, swallowed his pre-teen cock and nuzzled his peach fuzzed balls.  Her pussy was still on fire, but that was okay.  Chris’ cock began to soften, still shooting young preteen spunk.  Both their bodies were laden in a sheen layer of sex sweat.
	Deputy Sheriff Lisa Polph twisted a bit as she lay in the back seat of her patrol car.  Her uniform shirt open, her undershirt pulled up to expose her opened bra and bare fully ample 36 year old breasts.
	The nipples were firm and erect, and very sensitive.  
	The boy who had cum gulped for air, Lisa pulled him gently down onto her, sucking his balls some more, but grinding his dying cock against her sensitive nipples.  She cupped the boy’s ass and soon he lay down and began noshing on her cunny of which he had fucked just moments ago, too.
	Lisa began caressing the boy’s ass, smoothing her hand over his ass, pulling the cheeks open.  As the boy began licking her pussy and finger fucking it Lisa drove her tongue into his virgin hole.
	There was a strong tingling in her cunny, Chris’ young bone was beginning to grow in strength (again.)  Suddenly over the radio in the front there was a loud crack.
	It startled everyone.  Lisa sat up, her young studly lover scooted and sat on the brown vinyl seat.  She panted, drenched in sweat and stared at the semi elaborate radio set.
	The two boys occupying the front seat had been startled good, too, they sat scrunched in a corner staring as well.  Their pants and underwear at their ankles.
	After a moment and nothing but silence on the radio, Lisa eased out and pulled up her clothes, recovering her breasts and assembling herself correctly.  
	“One-Alpha-Three to Base.” she said over the mike.
	Nothing.  “One-Alpha-Three to Base, come in.” nothing still.
	“What’s wrong?” asked one of the young boys.
	Lisa didn’t know.  She looked around but saw no clouds in the horizon.  She sighed, her cunny still tingled and she had yet to really have Bryan and Matt fuck her.  She turned to Chris and nodded to him, he closed the door but remained naked.  As Lisa fired up the cruiser Bryan and Matt pulled up their clothes.
	Lisa pulled out from the small grove of old oaks and back onto the single lane dirt road.
	“Are we going to jail, now?” asked Matt.
	Lisa shook her head, No.  All three rugrats had been caught vandalizing some mailboxes and spraying graffiti on some abandoned cars at an auto lot.  In the backseat Chris slowly pulled up his clothes.
	“One-Alpha-Three to One-Mary-Baker.” Lisa pushed the accelerator down a little more.  She pushed the “test” button on the radio, the lights flashed and there was an audible sound that indicated her unit was functioning correctly.
	The countryside whizzed by her, high desert landscape, low laying ground cover, boulder, small groves of pines here and there with lone pines hundreds of years old dotting the area, too.
	She fiddled trying to call a few other county cars, then John Kammal who was the local ranger, then Jack Franks the lone highway patrol.  No answer.  She called the Base repeatedly then looked around and brought the car to a slow halt.
	Something was amiss.
	Had she missed a turn?
	“What’s the matter?” asked Matty.
	Lisa twisted about and looked about, the scenery was still about the same, but something was--out of order.  There was supposed to be an old barbed wired fence nearby, the abandoned mound of county dump refuse, and where was Old Sherman, the oldest pine tree in Kalamute County?
	She got out and made adjustments to her bra and panties, something was wrong, really wrong.  But what?

	Back in the car she made a “U” turn and headed back from whence she had come, this time going a little slower.  She noted that the Rustic Mountains were supposed to be before her.  They had always been, she had rode her horse to the top of No Man’s Plateau as a kid.  
	Once more she brought the car to a halt.
	With her cellphone in hand she made a few calls, a few desperate calls.
	There was nothing, no sounds of ringing or anything, she couldn’t even get her answering machine at home to pick up.
	She didn’t panic, she sighed and calmed down.  The loud “crack” over the radio she had heard earlier might have been something electrical, a satellite crash, a powerline transformer blowing up or something.
	But what had happened to No Man’s Plateau?

	At the ten mile mark she stopped the car again.
	NOW where was the grove of trees?  There was nothing but flat landscape, and still no mountain ridge.  Out of the car again she looked behind her, no trees anywhere.  NOW she began to panic.  She couldn’t be lost, she just couldn’t.  This was her area, she had roamed the area since she was a child!  But there was nothing familiar, nothing.
	She turned the car around and floored it.
	Her fright/panic frightened the two young would be hoodlums, Bryan & Matt.  Chris she was hauling ’cause he had attempted to make off with a bike that didn’t belong to him.
	The three boys were not the first to be in “her custody.”
	Lisa Polph was a boy lover.  She had an affinity to the young flesh, and under the color of authority she was able to persuade the would be criminals to a different path.  After arresting them the suspects were often taken to a different kind of interrogation, someplace remote.
	 With one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the mike she barreled down the unmarked landscape road.  There was suddenly a bright light filling the car, a buzzing sound and temporary blindness.
	The car died, too.

	She had both hands tight on the wheel and both feet firmly planted on the brake pedal.  The dust “storm” that had come from the wheels had engulfed the car and slowly dissipated.  No one stirred.  No one moved.  No one breathed.  Slowly, ever so slowly Lisa released her grip on the wheel and sat back.  The dust choked her and she let her eyes adjust.
	Out of the car she looked around, something was really, really wrong:  it was all flat.  Desert-like.  No mountains, no trees, no nothing.  Just flat ground.  That wasn’t right, that wasn’t right at all.
	Confused she leaned against the car.  
	Bright light, the buzzing sound?  What was all that about?
	Her trained eyes saw the skid marks she had left when slamming on the brakes.  There was something amiss there, too.  She thought she had locked up the cruiser’s wheels for far longer than what was displayed in the dirt.  
	“Stay in the car.” Lisa told the boys.  Cautiously she moved along the short distance, coming to where the beginning of the tracks started, ten feet she estimated.  She had been traveling at a high rate of speed over dirt ground, she should have left a much longer stretch than what was seen.
	She then became aware of a sound, a noise.  It sounded like an energy droan from some power plant.  She saw nothing, nothing but what looked like heat waves.  Usually heat waves wafting up from the surface disappeared like one trying to chase down a rainbow, as you got closer the rainbow either moved or disappeared all together.
	The heat waves were close, hovering in mid air.  They were unlike any heat waves she had ever seen.  The noise of power also emanated from the heat waves.
	This was fucked up.
	For no other reason than just simply fucking because, she stuck her hand out to “touch” the heat waves she could see & hear.
	And her hand disappeared!
	She quickly pulled it back.  She examined her hand, it was okay.
	She didn’t know what to think.
	She stepped back.  This was a phenomenon.  An unknown.  She didn’t think it was terrorist related, it fell under one of those other categories; science fiction, Twilight Zoney, Outer Limits type stuff.  
	She stared, she squeezed her eyes and tried to think as hard as possible.  Upon opening her eyes the heat wave measuring some 4 feet by 4 feet was warbling, pulsing.  A strange greenish light was pulsing, becoming brighter.  
	The boys despite being warned earlier came out.  “Holy shit, what the fuck is that?” mouthed off the foul mouthed Bryan.
	Lisa didn’t know.  She didn’t understand.  
	Suddenly the greenish light intensified and blinded the four, there was once more the deafening buzz sound and…

	No one moved for a moment or two--or three.  The ringing in their ears settled, the temporary blindness eased.  Lisa slowly stood up from hunkering down behind the car.  When the green light had come she instinctively threw Bryan and Matty down under the car and shielded them.  Chris was there, too.
	The light was gone.
	So was the power noise and the heat wave.  Slowly Lisa stepped to where it had been.  There was nothing.  It was gone.  Welcome to the new world.

	The car was hard to start, but with foot to the floorboard it finally cranked to life.  There was half a tank of gas (petrol), she had no idea which way to go, as if it would make a difference.  There was no landmarks, no trees, hills, or mountains.  This was not good, no, not good at all.
	In the trunk she had bottled water and munch bars.  There were blankets and weapons, too.  No one spoke.  No one understood what had happened, least of all Lisa.
	According to her wrist watch it was noon type time.
	At two they had come some 90 miles with no change in scenery.
	After barreling another hour’s drive Lisa brought the car to a halt once more.  Matty needed to wet the ground.  Lisa still tried to rationalize and finger out what all had happened.  She had no clue.
	So distraught was she that even seeing Matt’s little pee-pee out she was not interested.  This was bad.  Using her binoculars she scoured the horizon.  There was nothing.  
	They drove another, stopped, Bryan took a whiz.  Lisa looked around some more and noted a road.  It wasn’t much of a road and very-very seldom ever used.  But it was a road, it went somewhere.  
	Shortly before sundown the desert-scape dipped.  Significantly.  The road less traveled went down the side of a long twisting rock strewn narrow twisting road.  On one side was the hillside choked with jutting boulders of slagstone and other dangerous car debilitating rocks.
	On the right was a steep dangerous drop off that went down some five hundred feet.  The steepness of the road worried Lisa, too.  But what drew her to tempt fate was what looked like a building, with the binoculars it was an old gas station, from WAY back when.  A service station with a general store and a house out back.  There were trees and a ‘38 Ford parked nearby.
	She noted the lack of power poles or phone lines.  That was disappointing, but still, it was all she had.  Her mind was totally flummoxed, this--this was crazy; there was no “dip” in the landscape, she knew the entire area of Kalamute County; again, where were the oldest trees, the plateaus, anything!?
	At the first turn she knew there was going to be trouble, her foot was firmly planted on the brake pedal and the car was still moving too fast and sliding on the gravely road.  The gear shift was in the lowest gear, it wasn’t helping.
	She doubted anyone was coming up so she hogged (er, hugged) the middle of the road and hillside.  Several times she had to run the car up against the side to help in stopping.
	She brought the car to a complete stop and shut off the engine for a moment to collect herself, she hadn’t even made it half way down, her knuckles were white, asshole clenched up tight.  She haphazardly thought of having the boys get out and walk, it would be safer.
	It was thought not to be possible but the road did get worse.  There was a stretch of limestone, shale, and some other slick rock surface that got the car sliding out of control.  It was a harrowing few minutes until Lisa crashed the car into the side of the hill.  The car died and refused to restart.  The air was heavily laden with the stench of burning brakes, sage, dust, and fecal matter.
	Darkness was settling in and no way was Lisa going to tempt going any further, walking or otherwise.  With spare emergency blankets the four got comfy in the car, the two little boys with Lisa in the backseat.  Chris occupied the front.  There was a cage separating, after all, it WAS a police car (deputy sheriff.)
	No sooner had sleep overcome her (at last) when something “bumped” the car.  She awoke fully with a startle, she listened and bitched to herself for not having her service weapon or even her night stick at her ready disposal.  They were in the trunk of the car for safe keeping--this done when taking her three “prisoners” out to her remote subduction site.  The boys were wise, and got wiser; fooling around with her and keeping quiet about it would allow the future criminals of America to go on about their business without actually having to be hauled to the sheriff’s station, booked and their parents called in to take them home--and beat them.
	Matty lay on her with Bryan by her side, both boys sound to sleep.
	Carefully she moved trying to sit up.
	“Chris, Chris,” she called out, “you awake?”
	“Yeah.” he answered in a sleepy voice.
	“Did you feel, hear, something, just now?”
	“No.” he answered and sat up.
	Lisa carefully placed Bryan on the floorboard and covered him with the blanket.  Outside was dark.  Damn dark.  No stars, no moon, just darkness.  For an eternity she sat still sitting up.  Her eyes slowly adjusted, there WERE stars, dim they seemed to be, which was odd for a setting to be supposedly in the desert.  In the desert the stars would be their brightest having not to contend with the lights of a city.
	Sleep eventually overwhelmed her and she lay her head on the back of the backseat, still sitting up.  Little ten year old Matty curled up in her lap, Bryan curled up behind her.  She awoke with a startle twice, twice thinking she heard something outside, but concentrating all her efforts she heard and saw nothing.
	According to her illuminating watch it was 3:30 when the next “bump” to the car awoke her.  It awoke the others, too.  There was a horrible stench beyond all stenches that had names.  It was accompanied by some sort of growling, or howling.  The windows of the car were rolled up, but there was some space for air.  Lisa cursed herself for not having any weapons at the ready,
	“Chris, in the glove box, there should be a canister of pepper spray, get it and keep it with you.”
	Nervously the boy did so and kept it tight in his hands for a long time.	
	There were no more “incidents”, but Lisa and Chris remained awake until the dawn.  Matty had to pee when it was still quite dark, no way was Lisa letting him out of the car, she pulled his pants and undies down and let him whiz in the floorboard.  The smell was not too horrible and she became at ease while fondling the boy.  She opened her shirt and lifted her teeshirt and freed her 38Cs.  Matty took to them, kissing and sucking them while Lisa fondled the ten year old’s ass and sex parts.
	Bryan slept on.
	At length Lisa slid her green uniform slacks and undies down, placing young Matt between her legs, her ass at the edge of the bench seat.  She had worked up young Matt’s cock, caressing and stroking until he was stiff, stiff enough.  She then guided him into her and helped him to pump.  Chris watched from the front seat, masturbating, still clutching can of pepper spray, though.
	When there was sufficient light and before the sun, Lisa peeked out the windows before exiting.  She pulled up her clothes and carefully left the car, having Chris and the boys stay in.  Chris pushed the button to open the trunk of the car, Lisa stepped around and saw something that hadn’t been there before.
	A dent.  A rather unexplained dent that looked more like … like…
	Like?
	Like … something had “ripped” the thin metal of the car at the rear fender well.  It was a gash, not a dent, four long gouges, like some great fantastic Beast of some sort.
	Quickly she put on her utility belt, having her .38 side arm, her spare Glock 9mm, two pair handcuffs, mace canister, four quick load rounds of ammo for both weapons, flashlight, nightstick, stun gun.
	Chris needed to pee, so did Matt and Bryan.  They would have to wait, Lisa wanted to get moving.

	She was astounded that they car actually fired up.  It was fucked up to beat all and she couldn’t imagine how she was going to write this up in an incident report.  
	The brakes heated up, squealed, and locked up but the car eased further and further down the narrow fucked up road until straightening out and coming level with the landscape.  She breathed a big sigh of relief and easily came into the old antique gas station.
	No name of the place, it was surrounded by boulders and pines.
	There was an large awning, a service bay for one car, an office and a general store.  To Lisa it was straight out of the 1930s.  There were three antique pumps out on a cement island, Ethyl  Premium  Supreme.
	No electricity.  No emergency shut-off.  Old tires piled up, olde tires.
	No one seemed to be about.  There was an outhouse, a flower bed and a garden.  The whole place looked and appeared to be abandoned.  Lisa went about with .38 in hand, taking no chances.
	A thick layer of dust lay on the counter surface in the garage.  The car parked therein was circa-era 1950.  There was nothing modern to Lisa.  In the office she looked about, a nudy calendar featuring naked “cats”.  an olde fan on a filing cabinet, books and papers all written in a language unknown to her.
	She got a very bad feeling.
	Something was seriously fucked up here.

	In the attached general store there was food.  Food in cans and jars, penny candy, even fruits & vegetables that despite the appearance of having been abandoned for sometime, were still remarkably good.
	No one was home in the little house out behind the store.  No one had been about for a long, long time.  She holstered her weapon, something wasn’t right, something wasn’t right at all.
	The boys raided the store, Lisa continued walking about, but saw nothing more of interest.  She tried relaxing herself, trying to take in what was happening, what was going on.  It didn’t make sense and it was very annoying.
	After the boys had had their fill, Lisa sat on the olde style wooden park bench out in front of the store.  She needed to think.  What the fuck was going on?
	The sound of pee hitting the ground distracted her, to her left stood twelve year old Chris with his young pre-teen cock out peeing.  Catching Lisa watching him he slowly turned to reveal himself and continued to pee.
	Matty and Bryan ran amok as boys do, checking over the abandoned farm tractors and running thru the grass happy-go-lucky.  It was difficult to “get in the mood.”  Chris pulled up his shirt and then shyly eased his pants down to expose his entire butt.
	Lisa offered him a smile and he came to her.  She caressed his bare butt, cupped his balls and lovingly sucked on his cock.  She sucked on the whole young shaft and the feeling of lust was in her.
	They moved to the backseat of the car (again.)  Lisa guiding Chris by the head of his dick.  At the car Lisa once more began stripping down, this time going full nude.  The sun warmed her body and before laying down she took one more look around.  

	Chris grinded into her cunny, she gyrated her hips and pushed up into her young lover, clamping onto his butt and fucking.  The boy was pretty good, humping like anything, driving his slick bone into her womanly cunny.  When she felt him enter into that mode of ejaculation she pulled him out and had him hump her pussy on the outside.  She didn’t want his cum in her, she didn’t want to get pregnant by a twelve year old!
	(although the risk was still high with his pud in her, just a little precum was all that was needed.)
	His cock was still incredibly hard, Lisa pulled her legs back, now that she was without her clothes bunched up at her ankles.  She guided the madly humping cumming boy into her backdoor.  She seldom took dick there, but this time was okay.  Chris slid himself all the way in to his ball sac and fucked until he emptied.
	While they recovered she noted Bryan and Matty standing behind watching, both were with their little peckers out.
	“Come here.” she called to them.
	Bryan came up beside Chris,
	“Go ahead an’ take your clothes off.” she said to him/them first.
	Happily the boys hurried out of their clothes, then Bryan came in.
	She gobbled on the boy’s dong, sucking his cock and balls whole.  Chris stood up, leaning against the outside of the car, young Matty crawled in and lay on Lisa, his erection going into her sopping wet cum drenched cunt.
	“Fuck me!” she mouthed to him while she continued to suck and pleased Bryan.  Young Matty needed no further encouragement and did so.
	The funk mustiness of Matt’s groin area wasn’t noticeable, not to a cock hungry lustful boy lover Lisa.  Matt lay straddling her face, she had his balls in her mouth, his young erection grinding on her chin as he lay down fingering her pussy and licking her there.  She parted the boy’s ass and licked his cracked, tonguing his hole, finger fucking it.
	The door opened and Chris stood there watching her work.
	Lisa glided her hand up and down the young fella’s fella, squeezed his balls and guided him to Matt’s dirt chute.  Whether Chris was a boy butt fucker or not wasn’t clear, but he went into the not-so virgin hole and sank himself fully.  Lisa now slurped on his balls and licked Matt’s hole clean when Chris had cum.
	 
	 The rest of the day had been filled with waltzing about naked, peeing willy-nilly at will, and engaging in doggy sex.  Lisa smiled inwardly to herself, being wherever the hell she was now DID have a bright side; absolute freedom.  To go naked and fuck, to fuck and go naked!
	She still had concerns and they spent the night in the general store, making beds behind the counter.  When nature called as if often does in the middle of the night, they just went into the adjoining service bay and whizzed there, the garage door Lisa closed and locked down.
	Cum the morning the crew noshed on what there was, then pillaged and filled the car.  Lisa spent some time fingering out how the old fashioned pumps worked, by gravity.  She filled the car’s tank with premium and hoped it wouldn’t blow the car up.
	It didn’t.  It made the car “race” but it settled down after a time.
	While driving she put her clothes on, her utility belt as well.  The boys, no, they remained nude.  Which was fine with Lisa, she had a feeling they wouldn’t be encountering anyone anytime soon.
	That lasted until mid afternoon…

	Big tall pines, rocks, boulders, and a seldom used one lane dirt road meandering this way and that; a flat land on the left being semi-desert-like and meadow grass.  Rolling hills here and there, not much else.
	The naked boys got restless, all three riding in the front, Matty sitting perched on Chris’ lap.  Every so often Chris toyed with Matt’s cock.  Bryan would sit back with open legs and fondle himself, Lisa would, too.  At length Lisa needed a break, they all did.
	She parked under the shade of a great grove of elms.  Very shady and very nice.  A creek was nearby, the boys made for it and cooled of.  There was a lodge pole fence nearby, a small bevy of old galvanized milk cans, an olde-olde style washer from the 20s.  The hood and grill from a ‘38 Ford, some olde tires, and this and that that constituted a small dump pile.
	Lisa shucked her clothes as well and after a brief dip, allowed Chris to fuck her cunny fully to the extent of cumming off inside her.  Chris loved it, Lisa decided to deal with any consequences that might cum up as a result.  The feeling of allowing Chris to fully fuck her to completion was one of bliss.
	Thereafter she sucked the other two boys dry, Bryan at eleven years young was capable of cumming.  He did so in little squirts and then Matty tagged her up the ass.
	She napped thereafter.
	Her nap was brief, she was semi-rudely awakened half an hour later by Chris.
	“You gotta come.” he said in a whisper.
	Chris led her across the creek two hundred yards thru the meadow there, then into a small grove of unknown type trees.  In a sunny clearing were four peoples, four young peoples.  Two teenagers and two young’uns.  
	They were all NAKED!
	The two teens were engaged in sex, Missionary, with the girl’s legs up the boy’s chest and he was pounding into her something fierce. The girl was not in distress, but yelling, “Oh God! Yes!  Yes!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!”
	Beside them were the two young ones, mimicking them.
	The teenage boy was striking, Lisa’s cunny shuddered and became wet.  The boy began thrusting into the girl strongly, straining as he was in the final throws of orgasming.  He finally pulled out and lay on her, sucking on her lovely 14 year old breasts.
	Beside them the seven year old boy sat up and fiddled with his little dick, the little girl of equal age did likewise--er, fiddling with his little dick.  Both giggled about it, they were young and immature for such tripe, but the youngster boy had a boner just the same.
	The teen girl rolled over, stretching and caressing her ass.
	The teen boy brought the young boy into play, positioning him between his legs and laying him down onto the teen girl.  The teen girl raised her hips up a bit and parted her cheeks.  The teen boy helped guide in the young boy’s cock.  The young boy’s ass was felt of and once the lad had gotten going with the butt fucking, the teen boy moved a bit and pulled the little girl between his legs, having her straddle his lap.  He guided his cock into the young child and fucked her.
	When the four had done as much as they could do, and a bit of rest that followed, they collected their clothes, walking sticks and began strolling towards a nearby creek.
	Chris looked to Lisa.  Lisa thought.  She mulled, she empty her bowels right then and there.  When done and using some grass to cleanse her hole, she scurried her brood back the way they had come, but going up the creek.
	They caught sight of the four kids upstream.  Lisa lay out in the sun on the bank of the creek and brought Chris onto her, she sucked him and finger fucked his asshole.  When his cock was good and stiff she got him into her for a wondrous fuck.
	Meanwhile Matty and Bryan took to splashing about in the creek--making as much noise as possible.
	It worked, it brought the four kids from upstream down for a looksee.
	They didn’t make any attempt to hide, they were across the stream semi-hiding behind a great oak.  After Lisa had had her delicious orgasm, she took on both Bryan and Matt, sucking one while the other fucked her.  Thereafter she sat up, diddled her cunny, then looked right to the staring awed faces of the four kids.

	They were Brock at 14, with his little sis Brittany.  Amanda also at 14, with her little bro Adam.  Hmmmmm
	They had a wild tale to tell, it helped Lisa understand, sort of, a little more about what had happened.  	
	It was a lot to digest.  A lot.  At dusk they made a campfire.  Everyone remained nude.  Lisa’s boys had strong boners for Amanda.  Brittany was cute and okay, but too young.  (sort of)  Lisa still digested all that she had been fed, it was confusing, Brock and Amanda had little to go on themselves.
	Little Adam and Brittany curled up and went off to sleep, Lisa caressed Chris’ every ready to fuck & be sucked cock, his dangling peach fuzz laden balls, her hand up between his legs caressing his lovely bald ass.  The boy guided his missile into her mouth and she began to suck him wholly.
	Amanda looked on in awe, total disbelief.  Brock looked on with “When’s my turn!?”	
	His turn came soon enough, moments after Chris unloaded his jiz.  Lisa had the goo coating her mouth, she licked it let it drip from her chin as she sat diddling herself beside the fire.  Brock was older by a couple of years, that already scored points with Lisa.  She still feared getting pregnant, but he had a more meatier cock, a more cunt pleasing cock.
	After sucking the virtual life out of it, she lay down and Brock lay on her, gliding his cunt pleasing cock into her cunny.  It was quite the little fuck, Lisa didn’t mind that at the end her cunny was doused with gobs and gobs of hot boy juice.
	Amanda looked on with some awe, Lisa was a woman, (she wasn’t aware that she was a deputy sheriff.)  She watched again as Chris mounted her and fucked, when he was ready to shoot he automatically pulled out; Lisa was in such a state of orgasmic bliss she wasn’t aware and didn’t get his dick back in her in time.  The nude pre-teen slid up her body and placed his young slick schlong between her bodacious ta-tas.  Here he did pump until cumming, shooting a nice wad gob of boy spunk onto her face.
	The rest of the night went uneventful.

	After some breakfast in the morning, Lisa noted Brock and Amanda with Chris in tow struck off for the creek.  Lisa didn’t mind, she had the others to occupy her.
	Adam and Brittany.  They were seven, Brittany almost eight.  With Bryan and Matty--they were young enough.  Lisa had never gone for boys younger than nine.  She had little lust for the young, but a yearning.  (there’s a difference?)  She was already aware that Adam doinked Brittany, she had seen this with her own eyes.
	So in the early part of the afternoon Lisa had Adam do Brittany in her company.  Then, after a few minutes and he got tireded, Bryan and Matty took over while Lisa held the young fucker to her, revitalizing his young-young schlong.
	She soon had Adam screwing her.  She sucked him, fondled his balls and ass and sucked him fully.  Matty and Bryan double teamed young Brittany who was not opposed.
	At the creek Lisa and the others were privy to observing Brock sodomizing Chris.  Amanda was underneath sucking on their swinging/swaying balls; her legs locked back under Chris’ arms while he noshed on her cum drenched cunny.
And So it Came to Pass….
	And so it came to pass, Lisa Polph was not the only newcomer to the strange new land-scape.  She loaded the newest arrivals and returned to the lone service station with general store.  Something wasn’t right, where the hell had everyone gone?  What was the strange language she could not read, but there were others that she could?  
	She was in no mind to getting too awfully lost out in the boonies of wherever she had come into.  It was possibly safer to just stay put and see if anyone else showed up.

Anyone Else….
	   He awoke with a startle.  Something had gotten his attention.  He couldn’t remember if he had been dreaming or not, sometimes while dreaming there came a part whereas he ‘jumped” suddenly.
	After catching himself he calmed down.
	Scrunched up beside him was his youngest, laying askew of him was his oldest.  Carefully he parted the curtain and looked out.  It was just breaking day.  As he lay a little longer adjusting to waking up, as in most people who awaken early in the morning, he had to pee.
	Very gingerly and carefully he worked his way over his daughter Karla. She was not a morning person.  Slowly he caressed her bare skin, admiring it, his cock that was dangling began to stiffen, despite the very need of needing to pee.
	His fingers came to her warm muffin.  At fourteen she was a real treat, perfectly designed, well filled out just right.  He placed the wool blanket back over her; his other daughter, Kyla squeezed her eyes and sneezed.  
	Paul exited the camper and stood naked in the brisk early morn.  He didn’t step too far and squeezed his balls, caressed his ass, squeezed the base of his manhood and finally began to pee.
	During the “shake” his youngest opened the camper door and came out, rubbing her eyes and looking around.  She was pretty, long straight blond hair, an angelic face, and naked.  Despite being ten she looked a year or so younger.
	She came out and hugged her father.  Phil squatted down and brought her between his legs, holding her and lightly dragging his fingers up and down her naked poon.  ‘If their mother only knew!’ he kissed her on the back of her head, Kyla squirmed some and remarked, “I gotta go!”
	“So go!” her daddy remarked back.
	Kyla squatted right there between his legs and began to pee.
	It was early morning in Wishaw County, the very-very outskirts of the county, the foothills of Hillock Mountain.  Here in the vast grassland, old-old farmland, semi-abandoned orchards, dead grape vineyards, it was prime location for hunting.  Small game, dove, quail, squirrel & rabbit.  This day Paul was out for dove.  His daughters Karla and Kyla often accompanied him, which gave a break for their mother who had a house to clean and keep up as well as church duties.
	Paul didn’t mind his daughters not being boys, they were “tomboys” and that was close enough.  Remember, close counts.  Kayla’s urine splashed down onto his cock, his cock nestled nicely up between her legs.  She shivered a bit as the morning was a little chilly.  They had arrived at Durcilla’s Pond area in the middle of the night, a forty mile drive from their home in the city.  He had gotten off work late and the plans were already made to camp out.
	He stood up to stretch, rolled his neck, the dawn was slow in coming.
	Kayla leaned into him, his rock hard manhood pressed against the back of her pretty little head.  He patted her chest and then moved back into the camper.
	Karla was stirring, stretching, farting, semi-awake.  Kayla jumped back onto the fold down bed and snuggled against the warm body of her sister.  Naked Paul started the stove for some coffee, hot chocolate for the girls, and to warm the small camper up a bit.
	Occasionally he peeked out the window curtains to see if anyone else had come out.  He hoped he had come to the most remote section of the landscape he knew of, he had scoped it out several times and been to the lone area as much so.
	While the water heated in the kettle he turned his attention to his girls.  ‘God, if their mother ever knew!’ he smiled and lightly/methodically stroked himself, Kayla smiled back at him, blushing and eyeing his cock.
	After some giddiness the ten year old maneuvered about until her butt was at the edge of the bed.  She kept some of the cover about her, but her sex was open for viewing--and other.
	Paul firstly admired the young cunny, then went to his knees and licked it, sucked it, tongued it and fingered it.  Only briefly and lightly had he poked her poon and asshole.  Sister Karla was using bananas and small zucchini to fully breech the girl, prepping her for when their daddy’s big manly manhood would attempt full penetration.
	Kayla held her legs back, grinning and biting her lip.  Paul pressed the bulbous head of his prick against her, poking at her lovely tight asshole, then slipping in just the head of his schlong into her.  Kayla tensed up.  Paul pulled out and grinded against her instead.  
	Karla stirred, yawned, farted.  She curled up resting her head on a pillow, squeezing her eyes to awaken, yawning some more loudly, and farting.  She was a short dark haired girl, unlike her blond sister.
	Paul continued grinding on his young daughter, he felt the stirrings in his balls and it wouldn’t be long now.  Karla suddenly reached out and caressed her sister’s nude chest, she came further across the bed and on her own she turned Kayla over, bending her at the bed.  She then parted Kayla’s ass cheeks and took her father’s hot manhood and tried poking it into Kayla’s poop chute.
	There was much resistance, although Kayla was willing.
	Karla leaned in more and took her father’s ready-to-gobble prong and sucked on it, then pointed it back to her sister’s willing hole.  Paul squeezed his bone at the base while Karla continued her efforts in trying to get Kayla fucked.
	Only the head of his cock, like in her pussy, breached the tight rim.
	Undeterred Karla reached to the mini fridge--everything in the small camper slid into the back of Paul’s pickup was within easy reach.  From the fridge she secured the small tub of butter.  Paul smiled, he hadn’t had to lube his dong in many-many moons.  Karla seemed to have knowledge she shouldn’t have--or was she just smart?
	She lubed generously her sister’s asshole as well as her father’s cock, then again they attempted the illicit act wrong on so many counts.  Dire determination on all parties finally did so infacto bring Paul into full sodomy with his young daughter.
	Kayla made grimaces, grunts, groans, and the full gambit of having her asshole firmly breeched (fucked.)  Karla straddled her head, her neck, holding Kayla’s ass still and cheeks open while their father fucked his fill.
	Only half of his schlong went into her.  He humped only a couple of minutes before the explosion orgasmic occurred.  Karla massaged his balls, his cum shooting cock.  She went down to suck him, sucking on the head and frigging her self while she did so.
	Afterwards, Karla stretched, yawned, farted, then curled back up under the covers and disappeared.  Kayla frigged her aching fresh fucked asshole, giggled and blushed, then accepted the hot cocoa from her father.
	Although it seemed the same, it wasn’t.  He couldn’t quite place it and knew that he had driven out in the bleak of night and the propensity of getting one’s self lost was possible, still…
	It appeared to be the same, but there was clearly something amiss.
	Accompanied by his daughters they walked a bit, pausing now and then to listen.  A low laying mist rose up from the dark brown mossy ground.  Karla shivered and desired to be back inside the camper.  There was an odd lingering smell unknown wafting along the still chilly air.  The horizon all around was obscured by the fog.
	No animals seemed to be present.  None.
	But there wasn’t always, they liked to hide and wait, many weren’t morning critters themselves and preferred to wait until sunup.  But quail and doves liked to roam out, to beat the others to frisky worms and elude early morning hunters.
	“I thought you were going to get some grape wood?” Karla sparked as she huddled in her jacket.
	Her father looked around, he THOUGHT he had come to the right area; turn off the blacktop at the mailbox lineup and the farm equipment repair, go 2 miles down to the fence, turn Right and go up Quartz Hill, take the second left dirt road down thru the Twins, follow the road until coming to the vineyards.  Here the farmers & landowners had piled up the clippings from the grape vineyard and it was free for the taking.  Grape wood wasn’t very good, but it burned and it was free.
	There was no sign of the grape wood piles.
	Surely they hadn’t been cleared out already!?
	Surely not.
	They walked a few more paces, 
	“I don’t hear the windmill.” stated Kayla.
	She was right, there was an old windmill that no matter where you were on the property you could hear it--grinding away as it lightly turned.
	“Well,” spoke up Paul, “not a lot of breeze.”
	But he felt there was more.

	After a few minutes of waltzing around and nothing; nothing to show for it (hunt wise) and nothing familiar (familiar wise), they drove on to seek out the aqueduct.
	They first had to find it.
	Paul simply turned about and headed back the way he had come.  But after a couple of miles, he stopped.  Something was terribly-terribly wrong.  No fence, no grape fields, no nothing that was supposed to be.
	The girls were getting a little panicky, so was Paul.  He tried to keep his panic and confusion minimal so as not to overly frighten his daughters.  But something was not right.  Something wasn’t right at all.
	There WAS a cell phone, and a radio--Paul was in oilfield maintenance and his truck was a “work truck.”  But he wasn’t about to make a call decreeing that he was LOST in his own backyard.  Virtually speaking.
	He just assumed that somehow while traversing the dark landscape the night before he had gone a little further or someplace he had not hunted in before.
	So he floored it and tore up some land and boogied.

                                                 *****

My Dog Spot
	He didn’t know where he was, but he wasn’t where he was supposed to be.  Nothing was the same.  Nothing was recognizable.  No landmarks, no nothing.  It was flat, flat and kinda muddy.  It was a thin muck, with some sort of muck vegetation.  Other than that there was not a damn thing in all directions.
	Paul’s had difficulty keeping his panic down, both his daughters needed to see his strength, they were plenty scared themselves.
	But hooking around in unknown territory that was SUPPOSED to be known, nothing made sense, it was crazy!
	He finally got on the cellphone and called home.
	No luck there.
	Reaching for the two-way to call somebody, anybody, Karla pointed out, “Hey, look!  What’s that!?”

	It was a boat.  Er, a fishing boat.  Er, a small rendition of a fishing.  Not one of those huge ocean professional fishing boats, but a reasonable facsimile of one such; w/o the rigging and masts.  It was simple.  It was dingy white with red trim, inboard motor, 24 feet long, half that wide.  
	It was perched, er, landed tilting on its side.
	‘What the hell is doing here?’ but Paul didn’t even know where “here” was.  Slowly he brought the truck out to the boat; it had markings, identification, and was the Emma Rosealee.  It was an awful long ways from any large body of water, fresh or otherwise.  Course, that really didn’t mean anything.
	It smelled of fish.  But then the whole area kinda reeked of something like fish.  He had the girls stay in the truck, the mud was slick and he fell once on his way to the boat.  Twice on his way back.  It helped with the levity, he went into the camper to change pants, the girls came to help/watch.
	No sexual deviancy, not at this point.  He stripped down before them, the girls stood at the open door, Karla outside on the bumper-step-on, Kayla just inside on a pull-down seat.	
	The muddy jeans, shoes, socks, undies, outer shirt went into the laundry hamper.  He redressed in new clothes and vowed not to traipse out across the mud flat again.
	Just as he zipped up, there was a sound.  From outside.  
	Describing was difficult, it was kinda of muffled and possibly something like a sonic boom, but lower towards ground level.  All three looked around, staring.  Slowly and carefully they returned to the cab of the truck and powered off, slipping and sliding; but with the camper lashed to the bed of the pickup it helped with the weight issue on slick ground.

	“Dad, where are we?” complained Karla.
	He had no idea and was frustrated about it.
	He snapped at his girls for pestering him and they shut up quick.
	Slowing down and “getting a grip” Paul regained control of himself and apologized to his girls.  They understood and Kayla sitting in the middle put her hand reassuringly on his thigh and leaned/snuggled against him.  Karla farted.
	Presently the landscape did change, trees were seen, boulders, small hills, ravines, gulleys, and the like like that there.  But they were still traversing thru mud flats.  Paul tried to keep his pickup truck from going too fast lest he had to stop suddenly, the weight of the camper on back would make stopping rather difficult on slippery surface.
	There was a dip in the landscape, a serious dip that was the downhill side of a hill, fifty feet or so.  The truck went sideways and how it kept/managed to keep from toppling over was unknown (or one of those infamous miracles.)  Paul managed to correct point-of-desired direction and they sailed onto new landscape, moss land.
	There was no going back up they way they had come, not that he wanted to.  The new landscape offered more pleasant air, wildflowers, trees, and pleasantness all around.  The girls got out looking around.  Paul sat inside still, trying to finger out what had happened.
	The day was spent driving across new territory.  Stopping now and then, he had grown up all his life and had been around the entire outskirts of where he lived.  He had roamed the foothills, the outland, the nearby desert, all his life.  There was NO land like the land he was seeing.  It just wasn’t so.
	A grove of trees came to be, he had to switch fuel tanks and that worried him, they were lost in some serious unknown backcountry and down to one tank of fuel.  But that one tank despite the heavy slid in camper it was toting would net them approx. 350 mile range.
	Surely he would return to some semblance of civilization by then.
	Surely.
	(but not likely….)

	He paused for lunch, the girls were ansy and kind of worried themselves, this was just too weird.  They weren’t very hungry, but drank their soda pops and looked around.  Paul took a long piss then searched 360 degrees around.
	He sighted a glint of something and fumbled about for his binoculars.
	There was a glare and a gleaming glint that prevented absolute viewing of whatever it was that was glinting the sun.  He told the girls “Stay put.” and brought out his .30-06 and struck off.
	Sweet grass, wildflowers, lay laying vegetation, clover.  Pines, cedars, birch, boxwood shrubs in disarray, and other assorted foresty type trees & shrubs.  He heard bees, birds, squirrels, and chipmunks.  He saw claw marks on a few trees, indicating the presence of a bear marking his territory.
	He sighted a deer way off drinking from a pond.  She raised her head and looked right at him and stared.  She then returned to drinking before sauntering off looking back every now and then to check his presence.
	As he came nearer and nearer to the source of the “glinting glare” he heard a creek nearby, smelled the smoke of a campfire, and saw movement.  He entered into Stealth Mode and silently made his way as close as he dared, then used the binoculars to peek.
	He wasn’t prepared for what he peeked on…