0 comments/ 36387 views/ 2 favorites Midwest Earth Ch. 01 By: devil_dreams Note to reader: This is a fantasy series and the next chapter is currently work in progress. I hope to have it ready soon. Many thanks! * A road trip was something Tom wanted to do and after he was given the keys to a new car on his 18th birthday, he packed the trunk with supplies and picked up his girlfriend, Peyton, and hit the road. They started off at California and meant to cut through all the states in a line till they reached New Hampshire. Then they would take a long reverse L route back by driving along the coasts in a straight line and turning on a right angle of sorts. Peyton looked at the map and said the outline resembled the shape of a whale. Probably a male because of the bit sticking out at the bottom. It seemed quite a daunting task. "We can do this. Don't panic." Tom assured her placing her fallen strap back on her shoulder. She was a cheerleader and not the brightest blond but she was good with crosswords. He assumed she was the type that was ashamed to reveal the inner geek and so just papered over it by acting dumb. Tom didn't care, he just wanted to see America and he couldn't think of anyone better to see it with. Well, he did originally plan to go with his older sister, Carla, last year before the accident. They were quite close and loved to do a lot of outdoor activities like climbing and cycling. He kept a photo of her in his wallet and Peyton didn't mind. She knew that she would always be in her shadow; some sort of substitute. She laughed about it sometimes, having to compete with a dead person, and the way he had to bring her up in conversation all the time made her think he had developed a bad case of necrophilia. She created a new term for it by combining it with incest (Necrocest). She felt an obvious guilt about the way she was thinking, but over time, he chipped away at her sensibilities through his stories of his amazing sister. Peyton and Carla hated each other and Peyton was secretly pleased she was dead. But felt like she was reaching from the grave or something. "Are we missing anything?" Tom asked with his eyes on the road. He was a good driver and did not get a thrill out of driving fast like most guys. He was a regular steady Eddie. "Moneys all that we need." Peyton said. "So you're a gold digger?" Tom quipped. she lowered her shades and he offered he a quick glance, her hair being tossed to one side. "Do you wanna smell my shoe?" She threatened. He laughed and begged her to keep them on. Secretly, he considered Peyton's feet to be the best thing about her, but he grew up pretending to hate the things he loved. If she ever realized this, he would have to revise his personality or find another girlfriend. He wouldn't cry if she left, as he was quite adept with the female of the species. It was easy because none had ever been on the same scale as Carla, he really looked up to her. She really was on another level, even compared to his mother. Losing her was devastating. Peyton only filled a small void but she was a nice girl. He knew she hated her deceased sister, which is why he kept talking about her. It was a kind of test to see if she could step up and admit openly that she was nothing compared to his dead sister, but he knew that was a strange thing to want from anyone. Perhaps he had been reading too much Edgar Allen Poe. They traveled for a few weeks and saw and did many things. Everything was running smoothly until the car broke down in the middle of nowhere. Even the road seemed to disappear and was replaced by sand. Peyton opened out a parasol and we huddled together till even when it got cold and they had to put on their windbreakers. "What happened to the road?" She asked. "Just remember the way the car is facing -- thats where the road was." He checked his compass and created an arrow with his hand pointing where the car was facing. "Our route was direct West." "Not all roads are straight. The angle can change by an inch every couple of miles." "Well, I need an expert in cars, not navigation." He said rather rudely. "Fuck you." She said softly. Tossing the map out of the car. "Nice one Peyton." She wanted him to tell him to go fuck a dead corpse, namely Carla. Maybe he could see it in her eyes. He jumped out and chased the map down before the wind carried it out of reach. He walked around the car and opened the bonnet. Everything looked fine. The tyres weren't cut. His girlfriend was pissed off. Things couldn't get any better. This was exactly the kind of adventure he wanted to tell the truth; lost in the middle of nowhere with a good chance of dying. Anything that brought him closer to his sister was worth dabbling in. When Peyton calmed down, she fell asleep on his shoulder and the sky cleared up. He gazed at the stars and tried to identify the signs of the zodiac. Using those you could orientate your position on the ground. He took out a photo of Carla and looked at it. She used to let him sit in the closet of her room when she had girls night with her friends. He would sit patiently and watch them gossip, groom one another, have pillow fights, and in the end, even have sex. They would get naked and perform 69's on the same bed. They didn't moan or talk dirty like in a porno but he could hear them licking away like cats lapping up milk from a bowl. It was a lick fest. He trained his eyes on Carla. She often came up to the closet and wiggled her bum at him just to let him him know she had not forgotten him. She was always found a way to integrate him into her everyday life, and never got irritated by the way he was always following her around. Her girlfriends thought he was a nuisance so she told them fuck off. The next day she made new friends, she was good at that. *** The next morning they woke to an upheaval. Outside a thunderous clap was followed by guttural sounds from the sky. It was a sandstorm. The car was shaking and sand rain was pelting the vehicle relentlessly. Tom turned the door handle and pushed out, but it was pretty much stuck. Peyton tried her side and had the same result. It didn't make sense to get out of the car anyhow but the car itself appeared to be tipping. Tom reached out and grabbed his girlfriend's hand. "Hold on tight." He warned. It wasn't clear how the car had shifted from a flat surface to the edge of a sandy bank, but there wasn't much time to think about that or anything else. The car jerked and let out a frightening moan as it leaned down. Peyton closed her eyes but Tom wanted to see. He felt her nails digging in deep as the face of the bonnet changed shape, veering downwards, and then rising back up again. The car was level again and dust jumped off the hood allowing Peyton to sigh in relief. The storm had ended as quickly as it had begun, changing the face of the land in an instant. "That was lucky." She sighed. Tom turned on the ignition and revved up the car, but it wouldn't get going. As the wheels skid to a halt, he looked through the scratched and scarred windscreen. Nothing ahead but dunes. A single grain of sand landed on the bonnet, the last one to leave the hurricane. There was a terrible yawn as the car leaned down and faced a vertical drop. "FUUUUUCK!!!" They cried. There was a deathly silence as they dropped down in to the abyss. All they could hear was the sound of rushing air, a long pause and a loud THUD! The car slammed head on, into the an underlying slope landed the vehicle in an upright heap, with bodies pressed against the windscreens. Tom spat out blood from his mouth as he tried to regulate his breathing while Peyton was silent, but he could not see her with his face positioned in the other direction. "P-pey ... Pey." He muttered, trying to call to her. His neck was aching. He attempted to push himself up but it was hard to muster any strength. The car creaked and groaned and portions of sand fell down from perched areas above and through gaps, decorating the windscreen somewhat. He felt like the glass was going to peel his face off it was so hot. instead, he glazed it with his sweat. It was hard to see what was happening outside but he felt the car was still moving. Sinking. He tried to get out but the door was still stuck. He did not want to die like this and dreamed of his dead sister, hoping she would unwind the window and carry him to safety. he wanted to be in her arms, he wanted to be cradled. Then he would know he was safe. He saw her sometimes in his dreams. She was in this one too. she was standing in the sand in only her raciest panties. The thin and flimsy laced hip panties. There was a subtle breeze affecting the light cotton, making it flap outwards, and creating a gap between her vaginal area and her panties. It was big enough for a finger to slip inside unnoticed, or his eyes to peer in and get a good glimpse of that vertical line with the cute butterfly flaps. She had small butterfly flaps that were equally sized on each side. He wanted to peel them back to see what was inside. Tom trudged towards her, but as he did so, she became more distant. Eventually he lunged out in desperation and fell over. Something jerked him back to reality. The car had begun to move again, and not slowly. The car raced down the slope, picking up speed as it flew towards it's destination, carrying both passengers out of their seats and once again into the windscreen. It hurtled and sped like a demonic machine descending into hell, jumping into divots and lurching upwards and down again in a very uncomfortable ride. But it slowed as the sands became thicker and got into the tyres. The slope itself was a deep arc which leveled out. The car stopped finally and Tom was hurled back on to his seat. He quickly checked Peyton, who seemed dazed but otherwise fine. "Are you ok, Tom?" "Neck might not move for a while." He said rubbing the back of it. He took out the keys and checked the door. It opened with a bit of a push and he stumbled out onto the ground. Sand poured out from the seat and scattered off other grooves and holes along the side of the door. He gasped at the change in light around him, it took a while to adjust and recover from his disorientation. It was actually cooler outside thanks to a shadow created by the slope facing away from the sun. Tom dusted himself down and got to his feet. Peyton was a bit slower and joined him moments later. "I guess we better start walking." He advised. There were two paths forking out in front of them, unless they wanted to climb up, but that was just a death wish. They had run out of water, and Tom had given Peyton his flask, which was half full when he passed it over, and empty when she returned it. He wished she would learn to show consideration for a change, but he was asking for a miracle. He assumed command and they took the left path in the end. If they stayed with the car they would eventually end up buried alongside it. It was hot and mini avalanches were a regular occurrence. Large segments of top sand broke off and caked the path ahead, but not enough to alter it. Peyton held his hand as he tried to stay in the center of the path. As they walked for what seemed hours and started to visibly tire, the path began to widen. Eventually it opened up and they came across a sign post in the ground. It read: North to Opug South to Erhat West to Joshua East to Manitee "What do you think?" Tom asked Peyton. "We came from that Erhat direction, so we can't go that way for a start." "Technically, we just came from the East, but I know what you mean. So North? Or West?" "Well, you got to choose left or right, so now it's my turn hon. I choose ... West." They settled on that and took to continue in the direction they originally headed. After a bit they encountered an object in the distance. As they got closer, it grew. Once close enough, Tom identified it as a motel half buried in sand. A figure appeared from behind it and approached them. "Main entrance is buried. Follow me round." He told them. They looked at one another and then followed the figure. He leaped over a rest and landed on what looked like a balcony. They followed him inside, and down the stairs to his bar. He took off his jacket and smiled. He seemed please to see them. "Call me Joshua." He said greeting them. "Welcome to the my service station." They sat down on a nearby square wooden table. One neon sign indicated the gents at the back. It was a big room with a low ceiling. Mostly wooden décor and flooring. Joshua wore an eye patch, a vest and pirate themed pants. The beer was a beautiful amber, chilled and tasted smooth, but Peyton wasn't too keen. "Did you notice the pattern in the cosmos?" He asked them. "No." "Zodiacs were not there." He said. "Here you must be thirsty." He said fixing them a few more drinks on the rocks. Tom did not hesitate to down them all quickly. He wasn't going to wait for Peyton to take his share too. The bartender was probably keeping a tab somewhere he was sure. "When you enter the Pathless Dunes, the orientation in the sky changes." Peyton kicked Tom's shin. It was an indication that Joshua was freaking her out. He recognized that Joshua was a bit strange but liked him, so he kicked Peyton back and she grimaced in pain. "Are you ok miss?" Asked Joshua. "Uh-huh." She replied stiffly. "She's just tired that's all." He noticed her eyes were beginning to gleam, and not for the first time. It was better to leave her alone when she was upset, rather then see how she was. "Well, I'm sorry for any confusion. When people come in from the places that are mapped I get these kinds of reactions." "Where are we? How do we find the road." "This is an eye inside a storm. Your plane lies outside. I came from there as a child. Settled here." He was sure it was on the map -- everything had to be on the map, unless a map only revealed what it wanted to. "We have a car that needs fixing, can you help?" Tom asked. "I'm no expert I'm afraid. Better you speak to Manitee. He lives in a tower to the East." "Ok." "Whatever you do, don't head North." He warned. "Why?" Peyton asked. "Ghost town called Opug. Folk are a bit strange." "But theres people there right?" "Yes." Tom figured he was talking cryptic or something and maybe wanted them to stay at his bar rather than go to another. He would check out the ghost town first. Tom paid for the drinks with his watch as money wasn't recognized by Joshua. He had been getting a good look at his girlfriend too, which might have made him angry had he not been so thirsty. Joshua filled up Tom's flask and they bid farewell. "We should have stayed." "He was freaking you out remember?" "I know, but we could die out here." She was right but he felt that Opug wasn't too far north for some reason. There was enough water to last a day. So, he planned on trekking for several hours in one direction, opting to turn around if they found no settlement. On the way they saw some ponds of bubbling black tar. Nothing would live in that. The odd black tree was scattered around. Small baby black trees that had no leaves, just branches. The landscape appeared to be more frequently littered with dark roots connecting from one pond to th next. Tom reckoned it was the remains of an ancient forest, though to have one in the middle of a desert made no sense at all. Once they cleared the area, they climbed over a precariously steep dune to get a view of the path ahead. Dotted ahead of them by a good few miles was a black dot. As they advanced towards it, it became clear that it was a town. Peyton squeezed Tom's hand and he kissed the side of her head. It was too hot to be too close but even then he imagined licking Peyton's pussy. Hopefully he would get a chance to shake off the days stress with a good old fashioned fuck. About half an hour later, they arrived at the entrance of the ghost town, which had no welcome sign or any activity of note taking place. The ghost town was precisely that. It was an old western design. Tom was half expecting Tuco to appear from one of the saloons being chased by Blondie, from the Good, the Bad and the Ugly. As they walked along one side, they stopped by the dusty window of one store. Peyton scrubbed the pane of glass up and down until it was ready to peer into. She curved her hands to block out external light over her brow and looked in. "What do you see?" "Nothing." As they continued along, a sign lit up ahead. It was a saloon and it's flickering name was 'The High Saddle'. A man stood with his arms on the door, casually smoking a cigar. He was an Indian with long black hair and a hat. "Welcome to opug." He puffed. "Hey." Tom replied. "We need about two more players. Can I deal you in?" He asked. Tom looked at Peyton and she shrugged her shoulders. In times like this, Peyton was more of a problem than the scenario itself. He sighed and nodded to the Indian, who opened the bat wing styled doors for them to enter. Inside, there was only one corner that was occupied by activity. Two women and an old balding man. "Bring em over here Ringo! The more the merrier!" The old man hollered. He was happily downing a bottle of whiskey and dropping his cards all of the place. They came and sat down on the seats pulled out by Ringo. A small glass landed in front of Tom and was quickly filled with a shot. "This will help." Old man chuckled. Tom brought out his hand "I'm Tom." He said. The old man smiled and showed his missing teeth. "No, we don't do any of that around here my boy." "Oh ok." "But, we kan do intro duckt shuns. I'm Old man." He said putting his cards face down. He swept back a few strands of hair and cleared his throat. He wore a vest under his federation militia coat and a pair of long johns but that did not stop him being the star attraction. He adjusted his coat sleeve with a flick of the elbow and pointed to one of the two girls. "Now this is our resident slap and tickle, Sabrina. She's about 18 and the lady next to her is her mother, Melina, who is the Governor of Opug." They both waved and then giggled at the same time. Both of them had features he could remember them by; Sabrina by her long red silk gloves and Melina by her dungarees. She seemed to be naked underneath, but Tom tried not to pay attention to bits that were wobbling out from her sides. "n you already met Ringo. He's a chain smoking cowboy. Bit of Indian in him too." Ringo tipped his hat and refilled everyones glasses. "He's a good kid. As long the whiskeys running that is. We don't let him near it cuz he tries to fuck the governor of Opug, who also happens to be his adopted mother." "Well, as I said, I'm Tom and this is my girlfriend Peyton." "It's a good thing you didn't go to Manitee." "How do you know ... about us?" "Well, lets just say you don't look like the type who came here to admire the passementarie. The Ghost town expression is an idiom, we ain't dead if you gather. I mean there ain't no whiskey accumulating in a pool on my seat, I'm as real as you and your girl. See, I know you don't come from round here. Joshua ... he sends all visitors to Manitee and anyone who visits Manitee, stays with Manitee." "What is he?" Peyton asked. Ringo reversed a seat and sat so he could lean his arms on the head. "He is a time collecter. He is not a good bohiti." "Bohiti?" Peyton asked. "Like a shamen. A time shamen." Old man translated. "Well, you are quite a wise man." Tom observed, impressed. Old man turned over one of his cards. It was a picture of a baby in a womb. "They say that the wisest souls are the ones that die before they are even born." He surmised, leaning back. Ringo scratched his head and stubbed out his cigar on a coaster. All of these stories were making the saloon appear smaller, like the world was centralized around one table. Melina was a talker too, but she always listened first before weighing in with her thoughts. She had Ringo pry the bottle from Old mans hands just before he collapsed and passed out. It was quite comical and even Peyton managed a smile. He was pretty much out for the count, the Old man. Midwest Earth Ch. 01 "So does Sabrina have a voice?" Tom inquired. That got him a shy glance from Sabrina and an elbow in the ribs from Peyton. "My girl talks with her eyes." Melina explained. She sat up and observed her new friends with a measure of flirtatious glances. She came across as someone who liked to mix innocence with sensuality. She was dressed like a showgirl and Peyton was quick to disapprove by shooting her the odd glance now and again, but Sabrina did not seem fazed in any way. "We have always known that Sabrina had a high IQ, She has a brain for details. In groups she's as quiet as a mouse, but catch her one on one and you'll think she has two personalities." Sabrina tried not to blush by averting her attention from the group but it was too late. She did not take to compliments too well, nor attention, unless of course she was kicking her legs up in the air for a bunch of drunks. Over all that noise and commotion, she was impenetrable, and they were like water strider's in her pond. She never danced alone until her troupe packed up like the others. "So, why is it so dead in this town anyway?" Peyton asked. Tom could detect a lack of interest in her voice, so that meant she was trying to stir up trouble if that helped crack open the happy exterior of Sabrina, who was smart enough to know Tom was not single. She may have been the shorter of the two, but she had a bite on her that could maul an ear if need be, and she wouldn't have to give up no belt afterwards, not that one was on the line from her side. she had to admit though, Sabrina was annoyingly attractive, even to her. "Our surrounding habitat is not ideal for animal life like it is in Dawson. Thats where the trappers go when they are thirsty, need to rest or watch a show. That town is pretty much a trading post. We used to have a community of ranchers but their cattle was stolen and set free." "Maybe someone from Dawson wanted a full house." "Maybe." She sighed. "Once Henry turned down our application for his railroads to pass along here, I figured this really was the end of the road. Most of everyone up sticks and left. Emigrated towards Dawson or wherever. Now all we get is weary traveler's like yourselves and gun slingers." Melina led Tom and Peyton to a ground floor room at the back of the saloon and fllled the tub with water in case they needed a bath. She turned around on her way out and put a tit that popped out of the side of her dungaree back in, like it was incidental. Tom already had a rock in his pants that Peyton was sitting on, and she knew it was not because of her. "If you want to find out how to return home, you might be better off heading for Dawson. Henry is the man you want" She explained. The lantern light began to flicker and dim in the Saloon and before long it was out and the saloon was encased in darkness. Since they arrived the sky had been full of stars, and nothing had changed. Tom wondered if daylight would ever come but doubted it. He lay on the bed and listened to Peyton getting undressed behind a partition dressing screen in the corner of the room. He watched how she flung her top and pants over the low roof of the screen, and could see the outline of her body through it. He whipped out his cock and let it rise. It felt good to release it once in a while. Peyton came out wearing nothing and twirled about to impress him. "Did your sister have these?" She taunted pushing her perky tits out. It was a disappointing thing for her to say about his deceased sister but he liked it. Tom stroked his dick. He realized he hadn't had sex with his girlfriend in a while, and he wanted to let her say anything she pleased in this moment. If he didn't, he wouldn't be getting any tonight. Peyton clambered onto the bed on all fours, her tits swaying from side to side. "Are my titties better than your sister's Tom?" She teased pursing her lips around the hood on my dick. "Yes." She pursed even more and found the loose flesh of his hood inserted partially inside her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down lightly, just sucking on the hood and nothing more. "I'm glad she's dead." She smiled. Tom agreed, but only because he was too horny to think rationally. He would happily have fucked her corpse up the ass all night long with Peyton saying whispering such things in his ears. I just turned him on even more. His dick throbbed and would penetrate the cadavers chilly ring without much trouble. It would feel cold and jelly like as he fucked it and the he would shoot his load inside of her. He smiled with Peyton to let her know he was on her side and she squeezed his thighs and pulled his hood back. Her tongue dabbed at his piss hole and she inserted the tip inside his slit. This was only possible because of his big helmet. He loved the way she penetrated him. "Yes Peyton!" He moaned. Peyton could do a lot of things with her tongue, and what Tom loved the most was the licks which barely touched his skin. She liked to lick quietly and watch the changing expressions of lust on his face as she performed oral sex. His foreskin was soft and stretchy, and she worked slowly at the tip, taking her sweet time. She held his floppy dick with one hand, using the other to habitually toss her hair back, and sometimes play with his balls. She would cup them as if they were the most precious things in the world. "Mmm you taste good." she confessed with a husky voice. Peyton pulled on his foreskin and bit on his hood, stretching it until he winced. She sucked on the underside of his cock and lubricated it. Tom looked up at the spinning fan; even at night it was hot. It wasn't just Peyton's voice which was funny, but his as well. It came from drinking ice cold drinks, and he was already beginning to feel thirsty again. The problem of obtaining liquid was solved with the bar being through the narrow corridor from the room. He could grab a bottle but did not want to drink it warm. so where was the ice? Tom had seen a few cowboy flicks, enough to know that gunslingers ha to fuck their whores quickly. he had seen many times how often a man was having sex one minute and the next the door would burst open and he would be picking out slugs from his chest. Peyton noticed his dick had shrunk a little and then took the whole thing in her mouth. She had a gluey mouth that was full of sticky saliva. "Mmmm you like that?" she said sucking his cock from base to tip and bobbing her head up and down faster. her tongue was very fidgety; never keeping still. Sometimes it was underneath and other times on the roof of her mouth, and when she pulled out, her tongue circled his helmet and her lips pursed the flesh around his slit. "Muah." She kissed affectionately, stroking his long creamy dick. She pursed her lips and kissed and pursed again over and over until precum oozed out of the slit. Sucked it all off and gulped it down though it was only a little bit. She covered his helmet with his foreskin and sucked on his dick that way for a bit, still quiet as ever. Tom stretched his toes and opened his legs, hoping for more dirty talk but it never came. Peyton seemed to be happy with his admission that she was hotter than his dead sister. He intended to keep her jealous just to maintain the high level of intercourse that they enjoyed. He felt bad about talking about Carla like he did but he never felt she was far away. She was probably in the room now, watching him have sex with the girl she despised, and she consented to his use of her, just so it would drive Peyton crazy. He would have to stop one day because his future was with the living and not the dead. "Thats good babe." He moaned clutching at bedsheets. "Mmmm you like my mouth?" She sucked. "yes, I love your lusty mouth." He moaned. "do you love me?" She sucked. "I love you." He moaned harder. She deep throated him without any trouble and was moving up and down faster and faster. Tom was reaching his climax and had made a mess of the bedsheets with his tightening fists. "I'M GONNA CUM PEYTON!!!" She put her face in front of his cock and it began to pulsate and lock onto its target. "OH MYY JEEEZ!!" He cried as his spunk splattered all over her face. He creamed her completely and she was drenched in cum. she got up and checked it out in a mirror. Then she lay down beside Tom and straddled her. He leaned in and began licking off his cum on her face. There was so much, he could not quite believe it, but Peyton insisted he swallowed it all. When he was done she kissed his lips and they applied light pecks to one another's lips. He really loved her and her hot lips. She opened her mouth and he put his finger inside. She closed her trap and sucked on it. If he had some syrup, they could play a game but they would have to wait a little longer for that kind of play. She eased open her legs as he bit into her nipples. His hands running off the slick slope of her thighs, requesting her to open her legs further. Although he had just blown his load he was ready for the next round like the horny man he was. He began stabbing at her pussy but his dick was shriveled and sedate. "Your sister was a slut." she confessed. It made Tom mad and his dick excited. He slotted it into her cunt and slowly penetrated her. The fan provided adequate cooling to his back as he pounded her cunt. The bed was creaking and threatened to collapse under them but they kept going. "You like that bitch!" He said as he drove his big meat pole into her wet, moist cunt hole. "Y-yeah." She murmured in a state of expanding arousal. He rode her for a good while and her legs had been slowly migrating outwards until they stuck up in the air without any support, seemingly frozen in place. she stroked the top of her vulva as his cock slammed in and out relentlessly. She was ready to orgasm when he stopped. He could tell she was about ready to explode but pulled out of her and patted her moist clitoris. her legs returned to the bed and Tom kissed her thighs. He stroked the full length of them as if he was applying oil, but they were slick from the sweat. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Mmmm" She moaned rubbing her pussy. He removed her hand and replaced it with his tongue. He kissed her flaps and the darted his tongue inside her cunt. She arched her back as he tongue fucked her and writhed and squirmed in ecstasy. He knew she needed more work, like most girls, like Carla would have. "Tom, can you fuck my butt?" She asked politely. He slid his slick body along hers until he reached her perky tits. The two cones had tan lines, being pale in a small triangular patch surrounding her areola'a. It was like that because she wore these tiny bikini bras under her clothes all the time. Once in the comfort of her home, she would take off her top and parade around in the skimpy wear. Her parents did not seem to mind, though Tom had caught her father showing a stiff one on a few occasions. It was a good thing Peyton was not into incest according to her lover. He groped and kneaded her tits and then sucked licked the salt from them one tit at a time. he made sure her breasts were gleaming at the end of it, but with his saliva. She watched him, amused by his fascination with her twin globes, it never ceased to amaze her. She wondered if she wold have felt the same were she a man. He tapped the side of her breasts to watch them quiver -- that went on for a good while because he was in a trance like state. "Tom?" She begged. He lurched up and kissed her sweetly on the lips before turning her on her stomach. He got up and dragged her legs so they stuck out of the bed half way and the stroked on his dick to get it going. He imagined the sight of his sister drowning and Peyton just pushing her further down into the water with her feet. She had a foot on his sisters head and Carla could not do anything except panic and then drown. The last expression on her face being one of surprise and fear. BOING!! Tom grinned and thanked Carla as he spread her bum cheeks. He pushed his helmet into his girlfriends anal ring and spat on it to help ease himself in. Once inside Peyton was moaning loudly. It hurt and she loved it. Moments later he was easing himself in and out the whole length of his long creamy shaft and Peyton was grunting and asking him to hurt her. "FUCK ME HARDER!!" She screamed. He opened her legs and began pounding her ass like he did her pussy earlier. The bed was creaking like crazy and Peyton was in sheer ecstasy. It was her first anal and it was amazing. "FUCK ME HARDER!!!! HARDER!!!" "YES! YES! YES!" Tom grunted in reply. He slapped her ass and placed his hands on the small of her back as he continued his siege. They felt like rabbits going at it without any restraint. "OH YES MOTHER FUCKER!! OH YES!!" She screamed and then once more before her pussy exploded. Juices flowing out everywhere. Tom gasped and marveled at the mess she was making. "OH FUCK!! OH FUCK!! ... Ohh fuck." She yelled and then felt her back ease and her head slump into the pillow. She was completely spent and Tom was even more so He pulled out his dick and was able to squirt a little bit of cum all over her dirty ass. He rubbed it into her cheeks meticulously, ensuring it was inside the cracks as well. He slapped her ass cheeks a few times as she lay still as if dead. "So, what's the plan?" He asked her, coming around to lay beside her heaving body. She gave a muffled reply but Tom knew it was quite simple -- they had to find Henry Stiller, and find out how he was going to help them get back to Earth, but somehow Tom figured it wasn't going to be that straight forward.