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August Moone--Timing Is Everything II
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by Bootscooter (simplerecipes@msn.com)
***
Timing is Everything
Chapter Eleven: The Journey
It was the most odd feeling, to be two peoples in the
same body; and only the August of 2000 was aware of it.
August of 1980 seemed to be rather oblivious. But that
was alright. When August of 2000 didn't want to be bogged
down or bored with the mundane tasks of daily living he
took a backseat and a long nap. When something of
interest piqued him he took control and put August 1980
to "sleep."
The passage of time was somewhat meaningless to August
(of 2000). He awoke to see what his counterpart host was
doing then returned to semi "sleep mode" trying to finger
out how this had all happened.
His attention became "piqued" when they (they?) arrived
at school. August 2000 realized that there was some
troubles about--he had broken the nose of Brett and
flipped off the VP. His ass was grass. August of 2000 had
to play it cool, the August of 1980 HAD graduated from
his class--he didn't need to go about screwing up his
future by making changes in the past.
August 1980 parked his bike (motor) and waited a moment
collecting his thoughts. August 2000 held in the back (of
his mind) and contemplated his course of action. There
were a couple of ways to go about this--the simplest and
foremost was to plead insanity to Mr. Beamer and VP
Matthers. He could explain, explain that Brett had
started the fight and he was merely defending himself and
Brett's face somehow connected with August's knee--
several times.
And if that didn't work--August had the wonderful use of
the Device!
He didn't make it to see the VP, at the foyer before the
clutch of offices August caught sight of Leigh Anne. His
heartthrob. His delight. His joy. His desire. He smiled
(and got wood) as he fondly (although faintly) recalled
of the reunion (in 2000) whereupon he shagged the bitch
in the john.
She was in company of best friend Claudia.
August was hip with her, too.
The two Subjects crossed the Senior Quad and into the
Language Arts building, August followed. As it was a
quarter to eight in the morning he assumed he knew where
the two were heading--the lockers out the back entrance
of the LA building to the LA annex across a small open
breezeway. Hardly anyone was about just yet, August
quickened his pace and brought up to play the wondrous
Device. He hadn't studied it much since his disappointing
discovery that he now potentially could not return from
whence he came. He brooded about this--to re-live the 20
years? Wow. He wondered, dreaded, and seriously
contemplated how he could screw his future. Even doing
the lightest change in decisions, knowing some choices
were bad ones--could he encounter Charlie Dugout, early
on before August of 2000 actually encountered him?
He knew that any changes he made in the past or whatever
time frame he occupied could drastically change the
future--not only HIS future but all of it. He nodded and
thought best of it and concentrated on firstly rendering
himself Invisible.and then, to the Subjects!
*
Leigh Anne stood up against the lime green wall where
there was just enough space from the corner to the small
set of lockers in the short "L" section. The short hall
led to a pair of double doors that opened up out to the
athletic field apparatus area up a small hill.
Claudia had her back up against the flat side of the
locker bank side facing her friend. August had some
disdain for the two--uppity bitches, choir, smart, "their
shit didn't stink" and so on. So to Leigh Anne he pressed
his body to her, copping a nice feel of her delicious
"apples." She was "simplified", as was Claudia.
This was better than expected. He kissed her, fondled
heavily and then began a steady "grope" of her crotch.
This day she chose to wear a light pink short-sleeved top
with semi-low slung bell bottom/flared jeans atypical
style of the day.
Long luxurious brown hair ultra curled with slight
feathering. She smelled good and August was hard pressed
not to get "jiggy" with her right then and there.
But he did undo her jeans and ease his hand down inside
her jeans, fingering her muffin. "Are you a virgin?" he
asked coyly.
"Yes." she answered back but August detected that this
was not actually so. So he asked again and increased the
Device's ability to get a clearer more concise answer.
"No." she finally exclaimed. Auggie's fingers worked
magically in her young twat, her nipples becoming pert
and juices coating his gouging fingers.
"Who?" August asked, Who banged you? It was something the
young girl preferred to keep to herself. August would
have none of that. He demanded to know and pressed her
for the truth, and with the Device apparently working
better than ever before, Leigh Anne forked over the fact
that she and her twelve-year-old brother were having an
on-going sexual relationship.
August smiled, naturally--she was the daughter of a
Baptist minister.
She confessed to sucking her brother, they peed on each
other, ran amok NAKED inside her father's church--alone
when no one else was about, fucked in the pews, up on the
stage, at the pulpit, and in the bathrooms and then in
the baptismal pool!
Her brother dogged her in the ass and they often spanked
one another until they couldn't stand it--or got an
orgasm out of the deal. Leigh Anne had not had any sexual
relations with any of her many-many suitors. Her brother
had screwed a so-so girlfriend in the church and Leigh
Anne had been there to "help."
Had Leigh Anne had any sexual relations with another
girl?
No.
Honest?
Yes.
Would she LIKE, too?
. .. Hmmmm, uhm, hmmmm, well, uh, no--well--maybe. Yes.
Would she like to get it on with best friend Claudia?
Yes.
August had Leigh Anne's pants and panties down munching
away at her pussy, her clothes just at her ankles. One
hand cupping her wondrous soft supple ass while the other
hand worked Claudia's jeans down.
*
He wasn't sure for certain if it worked or not, and not
that he overly cared, either; but he "walked" Leigh Anne
and Claudia down the hall to the front doors of the annex
building to the bathrooms. The girls' bathroom was down a
short hall adjacent to the faculty bathrooms.
Claudia walked just in her panties while Leigh Anne
walked butt bare ass naked. August was enthralled with
them and desired deeply to shag them, but feared doing
them out in the open of the hall--the semi privacy of the
bathroom would be better. August was further enthralled
at how well the Device seemed to be working, Q&A, his
absolute Will over them, the two in 100% compliance to
his Will, everything. In the bathroom he had Claudia bend
over and pull her panties down. She did so. August
stripped off his clothes and stepped up to the bent-over-
girl and promptly "put it to her."
Her "backdoor" was virginal and the concept of "anal sex"
never entered her mind. August ENTERED her and fucked her
good--all the while Leigh Anne laid out naked on the
tiled floor fingering her self.
His balls slapped in time to the motion of the "motion."
Claudia grunted, groaned, and gave August quite the
thrilled ride as he pegged her; finally relieving himself
DEEP inside her anal tract. He clung to her hips for dear
life as he shot wad after wad.
He spanked her and slapped her ass with his schlong, then
used her panties to "clean" his cock. Her dirty cum laden
asshole he left as is. He then laid on the naked finger
banging Leigh Anne and smooched, sucked her titties and
grinded his already aching cock against her inflamed
snatch.
It wasn't long before he was in her pumping steadily. For
added thrills he had Claudia come sit/squat on Leigh
Anne's face and Leigh Anne proceed to cunt-munch. August
was spellbound by this and fucked Leigh Anne all the
faster--never minding the anguish his tormented super
sensitive cock was enduring.
*
But his aching schlong would endure more that day, after
fucking Leigh Anne senseless and Claudia coming down to
suck clean his cock as well as Leigh Anne's cum laden
cooze hole, he had them dress--minus their panties. He
kissed on them and then began ten minutes of implanting
notions into their noggins. He worried about this a
little--any changes he made in the Past could
inadvertently alter the Future.
It worried him greatly and he wiped their memory of his
encounter with him completely--including the notions. A
lingering notion (in August's head) wondered if that was
why could not go back home--when he had tried with the
altered Device, inputting the info as he had before and
the Device replying--Does not compute--please
retype/enter destination.
Maybe somehow he had already fucked up and the future was
already changed? But how? By his simple presence, being
in sync with his former self, the August of 1980?
He didn't know. It gave him a headache. Time to move on.
He found some interest in the English building, all the
buildings (of learning) were structures that were laid
out like military barracks--lengthwise with rooms on
either side, bathrooms at one end, faculty
lounges/offices at the other. There was a breezeway fore
& aft, the one "fore" was for the transmuting of students
to the office and open quad area, the bus station and
parking lot. The "aft" was to enter into the "annex"
buildings whereas over the years the school had grown in
student population more classrooms had to be added.
So, in the English building he popped into the Girls'
restroom, still naked and still invisible and observed
two girls occupying the same stall. They were kissing and
titty fondling, one girl sitting on the other who sat on
the toilet. August's schlong was not in the mood.
Across the hall in the boys' restroom, two boys whizzed
in the urinal while two other smoked cigarettes. Outside
in the hall at the lockers a drug deal went down, two
girls plotted revenge against a common boyfriend who was
playing them both, a teacher and a student argued over a
bad grade, and two freshman boys drooled over a fresh-
hot-lovely senior girl August knew from his class--though
she was "out of his class." Jessica Cleaver. A tall
brunette, floppy butt, always well dressed, high
cheekbones, long limbs, long flowing hair and extremely
popular.
August added her to his "list."
In the library he listened in on some girlie gossip and
masturbated right among the gaggle of babbling bitches,
lightly touching them with his schlong and then ripping
some wind.
He farted. Big and load and stinky. The girls were in
absolute horror and thought someone among them had
committed the horrible offense. It was not to be believed
and August thought he'd bust a nut laughing. He found a
"new" game--touching the girls, slapping their bottoms,
grabbing titties, pushing and yanking their hair. The
girls freaked out and ran out of the library.
August wasn't through--he found Cathy Black in among the
shelves of the small library, the bookshelves themselves
were surrounded by four-foot counters also having books
exposed to the sitting area of the room. August made his
way to the lone girl, she was bashful, shy, BIG tits,
small butt, friendly and one of the few who acknowledged
his presence on the earth. She was also . hmmm, a little
off? Not retarded or anything, but from a family who was
overly strict and mistreated her (not physically.) This
day she wore tight jeans and a white top. She was pretty,
nice looking and pleasing to the eye. August liked her
and they did chat now and then and he did take her home
on his bike, but she had him stop a block away so as her
parents wouldn't see her on a motorcycle.
With no problem at all he "zombiefied" the girl and got
her to lower her jeans and panties. He asked her if she
was a virgin and she stammered in reply that she was.
August probed her for the correct info only to learn a
very shocking discovery--Cathy Black was NOT a virgin--
but NOT a virgin by means of getting dicked by some boy
(or man.) No, Cathy Black got dicked by the family dog!
This was new.
August dicked her, laying her out among the book aisles
of History and English Lit and sucking delightfully on
those pair of bodacious tatas! Thereafter he snagged her
panties, spanked her ass with his aching-aching cock,
fingered her backdoor and then dressed her and let her
be.
*
Ms. Ash he found alone in her room, she taught English
and Creative English. He liked her, although she was
sometimes a bit harsh on his English abilities. She
always wore slacks, had a floppy butt and once he thought
he had heard her "cut the cheese" while she had him up at
her desk scolding him for his bad grammar.
She was young, in her late 20s. She was writing the day's
assignment on the chalkboard. No one else was in the
room. It was 8:15. General classes begun at 8:30.
He zapped her--er, zombiefied her and her gray slacks and
beige undies down at her ankles, blouse open and bra
undone, laid out on the funky well used oak desk of hers
and was doinking her good when the door behind him
opened.
Three early students--two guys and a girl saw only Ms.
Ash laid out on her desk. There was a terrified scream
and shock and dismay. Other students filtered about the
door and August continued his efforts--he wasn't gong to
stop now!
He pumped faster and faster trying to get his severely
aching cock to cum, wondering curiously as to how the
"scene" must look--he was invisible to sight so all
everyone else saw was Ms. Ash laying out seemingly being
hammered! It was unreal. The hall began filling up with
onlookers and just as August DID begin to cum some
teachers broke up the Sex Education 101. August
"finished" his deed and dismounted, getting out of the
way as four male teachers and the librarian came in. The
men didn't seem to know what to do, they firstly DID take
note of Ms. Ashs' nudity, cum dripping out of her poon.
One of the male teachers removed his dress jacket and
covered the woman up. A small army of worthless security
guards finally showed up.
August sat in one of the chairs massaging himself, there
was only one door IN and no way OUT. He had to wait until
Ms. Ash was carried off to the teacher's lounge and the
timely security guards took position at the door, waiting
for the police.
It was nine o'clock before August made his move, zapping
(the minds) of the three campus cops and one city cop--
just to move them out of the way so as he could go on.
The news of the "rape" was like wildfire all over the
campus, some classes had been cancelled and many students
had gone home, counselors of the school and others were
on hand for "distressed" students.
TV News crews showed up and the school was fiasco.
August knew that from HIS point of view in the Future--
this didn't happen. This was another kink in the Space
Time Continuum concept, another glitch in his ability to
get back home. But then again, he wondered, he pondered--
did he care? With the Device working properly--what the
fuck did he care if he got back home in 2000 or not. Who
gives a shit? He had no great life there, he was starting
on a road to something with the feeble understanding of
the Device, making a life of roaming the interstates and
"collecting" those things that interested him.
But that was no cause to make a return trip--hell's fire,
he could do it that here--in 1980!
Hmmmmm
*
The day was young, by 4rth period he had emptied out the
Math Building by making outrageous raspberry sounds,
popping girls' bras, squeezing titties and scrawling FUCK
ME EAT ME SUCK ME on the blackboard along with the very
poetic "EAT ME RAW BALLS AND ALL DON'T STOP THERE HAVE
SOME HAIR!" Along with PUSSY IS GREAT PUSSY IS GRAND IF
YOU DON'T HAVE PUSSY THERE'S ALWAYS YOUR HAND among
others. He was a fair drawing of drawing a diagram of the
female twat, so he did. Several times with every dirty
word and insult he could think of. He was a very busy
guy.
Which led him up to 5th/6th period lunch.
He still eyed the Boys & Girls Gym.
In the lunch he created a ruckus--naturally. FOOD FIGHT!
He helped himself to some burgers and chili and wondered
casually if he should "leave" anything in the chili to
strengthen it up. He passed on that narly notion but
DIDN'T pass on --Tonya Ceberger. She was not on the list
of the 24, but that didn't mean anything. She was very
slender, short in height, lots of personality and
character, sweet, long jaw line, thick rich dark super
curly hair. This day she was in a lime green pantsuit.
August moved her into the storeroom, stripped her down
and banged her while she lay across a box of fruit.
He slapped her ass as he pounded mercilessly away at her,
reached about and fingered her pussy and titties--
delighting in the fact that he gleaned from her that she
didn't take dick to her pussy for fear of getting
pregnant, but she DID take it up the ass. She had a
brother who corn holed, too. She was an avid daily
masturbator and longed to suck off her dad!
As it happened August after stepping back out into the
melee noted Tonya's brother, he was a freshman and
covered in mashed potatoes and chili. August "got his
attention" and pulled him into the storeroom where Tonya
still lay across a hundred pound sack of spuds. Still
naked and still cumming from her torrid cunny.
August licked her out real good and had young freshman
geekwad Stephan strip down. Other than pegging his
sister's asshole, Stephan butt boned a best friend and
best friend's ten-year-old sister. The boy had never been
in any pussy.
Until now.
August fondled the boy, caressed his ass and made him
slurp on his cock as well as nosh on his sister's pussy.
The boy DID suck his friend and the friend suck him,
neither the friend's sister or Tonya sucked cock.
Until now.
After "servicing" both August and her brother and young
Mr. Stephan right at the critical point of orgasm, August
had him sink his salami into his sister's twat.
Thereafter once the pumping action got going, August
helped himself at banging off (again) into her backdoor!
After a tumultuous orgasm (from August) he rested a bit
and then showered Stephan's sex sweat glistening ass with
his pee. He then ambled up and decided a nice shower
would be good--the girls' shower!
Outside in the lunchroom chaos reigned supreme.
Security guards and teachers were trying to get a
handhold of the situation, August sidestepped to the rear
exist out to the covered patio area when he suddenly saw
someone. A man, not too tall, slouched shoulders with
neck length gray dingy hair. Long sleeved shirt and
service station-like jeans.
"Charlie?" August called out. The resemblance was too
striking. Hurriedly the naked August-invisible ran to
him, some city cops and campus cops came dragging some
teens out of the cafeteria, a small horde of other teens
had assembled and got in the way. When August got to the
brink embankment where he had saw the former ballplayer--
naturally he was gone. Naturally.
August scanned intently all about but couldn't locate the
strange man. Maybe he hadn't been there at all and was
just a figment of his imagination. Maybe. August didn't
know, he sighed and leaned against the brick half wall
and continued looking over the campus.
Suddenly out from the lunchroom there came a second wave
of hysteria: Tonya and Stephan had been found/discovered.
Oops, August in his hurry to see Charlie had forgotten to
close and secure the door or redress the two siblings.
(and to further clench the deal that returning home was
going to be a toughie, as Past events were being
eradicated--on the floor of the storeroom a pair of
panties had been found, they were NOT Tonya's--they were
Ms. Ash. Stephan was in some BIG trouble!)
August shrugged, once an asshole, always an asshole. He
moved up the hill and made a mental note to check the
papers and other news when he got back to his right time-
-see whatever happened to ole Stephan & Tonya.
He couldn't recall if she had been at the reunion or not,
either.
*
In the Girls Gym/Shower: it was like heaven. Well, August
Moone's version/interpretation anyhow. Naked girls, girls
just in their panties, girls changing clothes, girls--
girls--girls. Girls from 14 to 18, pretty--so-so, big,
small, stout, tall, well rounded, and all tantalizing.
Mostly white meat with a few dark meat and some south of
the boarder. There were some Oriental fare along with a
couple Eurasians and one token American Indian girl.
Where to begin? Choices-choices. August smiled, he was
like the proverbial kid in a chocolates shop (candy). He
moved down the central aisle, checking the delights down
the locker aisles. He held off (for now) causing any
commotion--but it wouldn't be long in coming (cumming.)
There was an open door bathroom that took August's
attention, in here there were several stalls whereupon a
few had a girl perched nakedly or at the very least in
her panties within. August stepped up, zapped the girl
into a zombiefied state of being and enjoyed a sort of
self-service blowjob.
When one of the four girls in the shitter had down her
business and stood up to flush, August turned her about,
positioned her hands on the toilet for support and banged
off into her from behind.
When done with her--he went for a shower.
Only a small gaggle of delights were showering at his
time of arrival. He fondled one, fingered another, some
were of their own being, others were zombiefied. Those of
their own who showed signs of freaking out he nipped
quickly and quieted them down, then placed them up
against the tiled wall and brought their legs up about
his waist for a good and proper doinking.
Three girls he pegged while they were in the midst of
changing clothes, sitting on the bench before their
lockers. He was in pure heaven--this don't get no better
than this! He proclaimed--girls as young as 14, as old as
18, all shapes, all sizes, all colors, all delightful.
When he could literally do no more he rested. He sought a
small store room and chilled out there, his cock raging
in dire agony (if not disbelief!)
*
His rest was long, he guessed half an hour of serious
napping. That was good enough for revitalizing his
schlong. Somewhat. It still ached, even his balls
tingled. Too much of a good thing? (naw)
Another group of girls were in the shower, August ducked
them and entered into the gym area. A volley ball game
was in session. August entered into the bleachers, going
underneath, hugging the wall. Here he found a delight in
two teen girls "delighting" one another--kissing,
petting, fingering. August zapped the two and got them
naked, then out on the floor whereupon he noshed on their
cunnies, sucked their titties and had them suck his cock
before he fucked the two of them. Both had been virgins.
He left them 69ing one another, still naked, and missing
their panties. Into the boys' gym he ventured, not
interested in the naked boys in the shower area, but the
cheerleaders in the gym. Mostly the young freshmen boys
hidden under the bleachers looking UP to the cheerleader
girls sitting above them.
On the other side of the large gymnasium August found a
teen girl sucking off the cock of a teen boy. A few feet
further down the backside of the inside of the bleachers
a teen jock seriously banged the twat of a young teen
girl. The girl didn't seem to like it much and wanted the
teen jock-ass to stop. Her dress was up, panties dangling
off of one ankle, shirt ripped open to expose her young
sixteen year old titties.
August took a mild interest in the rude goings on. Noting
that the jock-ass was none other than broken nose tough
guy Brett. "Take it, bitch!" he decreed and slammed
himself into the hapless girl more and more.
August tapped his fingers together and mulled.
The plan wasn't much--but it firmly seated the fate, or
sealed it. August figured his fate himself was already
sealed so might as well make the best (or worst) of it.
And it was very convenient that the news crews were still
on campus--just as the 8th period class bell rang for
attendance out of the main Girls' Gym doors came a
stumbling confused (and naked) Brett Smart.
Tucked up his ass was a pair of panties (from the girl
under the bleachers). In one hand a girl's bra, in the
other another pair of panties. A most horrific scream
came from out of gym. A girl's coach came out and she was
pissed--she tackled the distraught/confused Brett and the
news crew began filming it.
As many as five girls (plus the one from the bleachers)
had been "raped" by Brett. Two other girl coaches came
out and before the campus cops and regular city cops
could intervene he was a bloody pummeled mess. One coach
held the jock-ass up while another punched him in the
stomach and then another kneed him in the bare naked
balls.
*
The Boys' gym had some doings also, this after the campus
had been virtually cleared and extra curricular
activities were going on. It was now nearly 4:30. Back in
the "crime area" August took note of one more thing of
interest. In the coach's office he found a young freshman
lad butt naked, laid out across the lap of a coach who
was swatting the boy's bum.
Another tall lanky coach, Mr. Heeth stood butt bare assed
naked shoving his cock into the boy's mouth. August
remembered the two men, they were genuine class A
assholes. After the boy's ass was tomato red, and Coach
Heeth had successfully cum in the freshman's mouth--a
rite of passage-initiation, Coach Hasster, who was doing
the spanking, places the boy on the messy cluttered desk
while Heeth holds his legs back. Hasster then pulls down
his red gym shorts and stuff's the boy's rectum and
promptly sodomized him.
August let them be and moved off, finding a pair of
junior dudes giving one another a hand job out behind the
handball courts. In the faculty parking lot he found Mr.
James of sophomore math getting a nice blowjob from Diana
Jambers. Diana was a nice perky friendly (very friendly)
junior August knew semi okay.
Carefully August continued wandering until coming up to
the drama department area. Here inside (where it was
cool) he found drama director Evelyn Nash bent over a bin
of costumes while she sucked crazily away at senior class
president Adam Fadwick all the while senior pain in the
ass class clown Geoff George pegged her from behind. All
three were nude and all three deeply involved in the
scrogging. Ms. Nash seemed to be very willing and drank
Adam's cock juice, spanked her own ass and could be
easily any one of the boys' mother!
After pissing on a staff car and then leaving a nice
healthy turd in the front seat of a security golf cart,
August dressed and returned to visible mode. He was
tired, shagged out, tired. After firing up his rebuilt
Harley and zooming off he found Sally Ann walking home.
She was almost there, about half way. A little peeved
that someone who was supposed to come for hadn't.
She was a so-so friend of August's, they shared a couple
of classes and were on the Speech & Debate team. She was
very short, very curly headed, but had a wondrous smile,
very near perfect round face, wonderful personality.
August pulled up alongside her as she walked carrying her
books before her. She hesitated at the offering of "Wanna
a ride?" all the business that had taken place at the
school had been a little frightening. But she detested
walking and had several blocks of city streets to go
before home.
She climbed on board and August zoomed on.
But didn't take her home.naturally.
Timing is Everything
Chapter Twelve: The Journey Beyond
Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! Sally didn't make it home--not right off.
She was zombiefied and whisked to August's home firstly
for a little spanking, cunnilingus, a bit o' water
sports, and then straight sex on his bed. He banged her
virgin pussy good and hard, spanked her harder and peed
on her while she stood utterly confounded in his small
rinky dink shower.
Thereafter he did return her to where she belonged,
wiping her mind of her encounter with him and then he
cruised on--he had stuff on his mind and needed to think.
He pretty much had concluded that getting back to 2000
wasn't going to happen. It had been corrupted, probably
right off from the onset. Whether or not that would have
devastating or detrimental effects on his person or
possible future he had no idea.
It bothered him to think that he had 20 years to re-live.
Most of that time was not good. He floundered about
aimlessly seeking his way. Was this then a possible
chance at redemption?
Well, if so, he'd blown it.
*
Central High was not going to be the same--not for a
while. August somewhat felt badly about that, it had
gotten out of control. HE had gotten out of control. He
didn't go to school the following day, or the next. Or
the rest of that week. He worked a little for Mr. Peter's
and motored about the town (of Flagstaff) before striking
out for Tuba City and then Mexican Hat.
He changed his mind at the last minute, when zooming out
along the highway up along the Painted Desert he got a
serious case of the heebie-jeebies and stop. Had he seen
Charlie Dugout back at the school, was it a warning, had
he traveled back in time, too? Could he find the old
prospector?
Too many questions with no answers.
He returned to his hovel and brooded.
The beginning of a new week found August back at his old
school. He wasn't there for any "attendance" and not
really for any shenanigans. Just roaming, thinking,
perusing a few books. He sat in the library and then
moved to the cafeteria. Tons of cops were now on campus,
tons of narly gossip flew like wild fire, too. Come the
end of the day August sighted in on a one lovely Tammy
Hewes. Another member from the Speech & Debate class.
Flaming red hair, equally flaming personality; knew the
words to the Brady Bunch and Gilligan's Island, the
Munsters, etc. She was friendly and somewhat attractive.
She was in the company of best friend Lee Ann. Lee Ann
was cute, too, dark hair, super curly, friendly, shy &
reserved. SHE was in a pair of super tight jeans, Tammy
just in a pair of regular jeans. Both were most desirable
and August desired them.
He gave them a ride--they were trusting and accepting
fools. Tammy rode in front while Lee Ann rode behind. No
helmets, three riders, zoom-zoom-zoom!
It was a short ride regardless, down the street, up two
blocks, down the lee side of the some municipal airport
(about 5 block lengths) then over the railroad tracks,
one block more and a right turn and down half a block.
August never powered down to 2nd, he slowed down a bit
here and there but kept the throttle wide open--
exhilarating his passengers.
Tammy was heard to chortle--at the end of the ride--"I
almost wet my pants!"
While the girls made for the house, August--naturally--
zapped them.
They were still jazzed from the perilous ride, but he
managed. Their minds were wiped of his doings, including
the ride. He then put it to them (figuratively) that he
was not even there. (invisible mode) Thereafter the girls
quickly were returned to their normal selves, just open
for accepting August's SUGGESTIONS.
The house was Tammy's. Lee Ann often came to stay for a
while before trudging to her own humble abode two more
blocks down and two over. August was curious and would
get to the Q&A a bit later on.
Inside the house was cool, no one home. The girls chit-
chatted, avoiding the newsworthy topic of what had
happened at their school--and poor young Mr. Brett was
being the one solely scrutinized as the culprit--along
with Tonya's brother.
The girls sashayed down the hall and August was most
amused, so carefree and chipper; nice asses, too. The two
went on yapping, mostly Tammy doing all the yapping,
yapping enough for the two of them.
When in Tammy's room down the hall, throwing their books
down and such, August zapped them once again but with a
Suggestion--'Take off your clothes.' They girls paused a
moment, accepted the command and still yapping, being
chipper, they began stripping down somewhat unaware of
the fact of what they were actually doing!
When down to their panties he had them stop. Bare tops
and just in their undies.August was cool with that. Butt
naked would be nicer, but for now--he wanted to see them
prance about the house in their panties, assuming
positions, sitting, bending--his cock ached terribly
(still) and needed a little foreplay before anything
else.
The girls got sodas from the fridge, walked around the
house complying to August's commands, out into the garage
and then out into the backyard. It was secure enough,
high fence with shrubs and such. The girls went on
nonchalant and August was quite elated.
At length he had them slip their panties off and waltz
about naked.
August followed along just as naked, jerking off and
finally halting the girls in the covered patio. He had
Tammy bend over the picnic table there and he began
fingering her hole. Onto his knees he went, licking her
funky backdoor, probing the Hershey Highway with his
tongue, flicks to her taint and then to the most glory of
all glories--her flaming red twat.
Was she a virgin?
Yes. On all counts. Except for one--or two. Count One she
DID jerk a boy's dick off, right to the cumming stage.
She fondled his balls and slipped a finger daringly to
his bung hole. On Count Two she DID allow a boy to suck
her bodacious titties and slip HIS finger down to her
most glory of all glories--but that was as far as it
went. She didn't suck or take it up the ass.
But she wanted to.
But she feared pregnancy and catching some lame disease.
But she fingered banged herself--a lot. She tweaked her
nipples and ran vegetables up and down her pussy,
especially her wash rag while showering. She farted and
had heard her brother's fart as well as her dad. She was
the youngest of the brood having three boys older than
she. She had never been molested but HAD played slight
sex games with her brothers--exposing themselves, blatant
masturbation, watching each other masturbate, running
bare assed naked through the house on a dare, lighting
farts, watching each other pee and pee out in the back
yard and light touching.
Tammy had jerked off all three of her brothers, but never
sucked them or allowed them into her other two orifices.
The boys had looked right up close to her pussy and
licked it but that was all.
August slipped into her asshole and fucked her into
oblivion. His cock needed serious rest after buggering
Tammy's hole. Cum oozed out and he wondered about having
Lee Ann lick it clean. His cock was funky--real funky and
slightly "stained." Still having the energy he probed
her, rubbed Tammy's ass and learned that best friend Lee
Ann DID desire a sexual fling with Tammy.
Tammy was just unaware.
Lee Ann fingered herself not thinking or dreaming or
fantasizing about Boys--but about Tammy! Lee Ann HAD been
molested by her step-father, her step-father's uncle,
too. Both had taken pictures of her while she was naked.
She had been forced to suck their cock and be fucked in
the ass. Neither man fucked her pussy, but both sucked it
good, though.
Both men were now in the state pen for child pornography,
Lee Ann had nothing to do with it, they got sloppy and
greedy and security issues went out the window. Tsk! Tsk!
Tsk!
Lee Ann didn't necessarily hate or despise boys, not in
general--but she clearly understood what they were about
and what they wanted; PUSSY! Lee Ann frigged her young
box almost on a daily basis, came often as well and
licked her fingers. Unbeknownst to best friend Tammy, Lee
Ann did more than rub various vegetable matter against
her hot poon, she fucked herself with them!
With August's cock now fully revitalized with knowing Lee
Ann's Answers to his Questions, he cleaned off his prick
using Tammy's panties and stuffed his pork into Lee Ann's
hungry quim.
His cock exploded deep inside the young girl, his body
shuddered and toes and hair curled, then straightened out
then curled again. The sensations of his actions were
incredible. There was trembling and gyrating, bucking and
humping. They moved from the picnic table to the grass
and completed their illicit union moments later.
August was nearly drained, he peed on Lee Ann's poon and
then lay out to bask in the late afternoon sun.
*
Before too long he moved to move the girls back inside
the house, it was getting to hot outside. He showered and
then showered with each of the girls, promptly reaming
their assholes out and enjoying himself while he was in
some dire agony.
He gave Tammy a good doinking on her bed, spanked her and
was about to sink his desensitized schlong into Lee Ann's
quim when the front door opened. "Tammy? Tammy, you home?
Whose motorcycle is that outside?"
August rolled his eyes.
He could smell the newcomer moving down the hall, tossing
her keys on the kitchen table as she moved. The woman had
a wondrous scent about her and August barely had time to
grab his Device (not his dick) and zap the woman before
she saw what she shouldn't see.
He took a much needed breather, downed a soda and then
came up behind the frozen-zombiefied woman at her
daughter's bedroom door. She wore beige slacks and an
off-white blouse, 32Bs, dangling gold loop earrings, and
quite tall. Thin build, long jaw line, flaming red hair
like her daughter's--but none of the boys had red hair.
August began fondling the woman, reaching around and
squeezing her more than ample hooters, then undoing her
slacks and lowering them. Her bra he undone and then went
to his knees, kissing her panty clad ass before tugging
the beige garment down and placing some hickies onto the
cool flesh.
Her backdoor was virginal--was.
She had NEVER had sexual thoughts towards her sons.
August doubted it and thought that she might be able to
lie to herself in concerns of such matters. She DID,
however, have some sexual desires to make out with a
close girlfriend. She hardly ever handled her husband's
cock. She claimed never to have given head and most
usually when making love was in the typical Missionary
Position. Sometimes she and hubby showered or bathed
together--but that was about as risqu‚ as it got.
August sought to change all that.
First, a doinking!
Right in the hallway with her head inside her daughter's
room, daughter Tammy and best friend Lee Ann laid out on
the floor in a delicious 69er; August probed Jancie's
asshole with his tongue before poking her strongly and
then making determined anal entry.
His cock was screaming in pain and agony and very little
pleasure. There was no cum to come, he was "empty." but
determination was everything, he slapped the woman's
fleshy ass and then rolled her onto her backside and
promptly stuffed her cunt with his cock. No pumping, no
humping, just letting the tender-sore-aching schlong
"rest" somewhere nice and moist and pleasing. Taking this
impromptu time-out he took the time to nosh on the
woman's tremendously delicious 32Bs. He eyed the two teen
girls on the floor as they continued 69ing, carefully he
implanted notions for them to accept when he was gone--to
continue their cuntlick exploration, to love one another,
pee on one another, bath and fart in each other's face,
to lick each other's hole and so on and so on.
His cock was near ready to resume humping when he heard a
car door slam. "Son-of-a-bitch!" he whined. He scarcely
had the strength but motivated himself to move the
hapless naked mother up and into her room, laying her out
on her bed. He then stood in the doorway which was right
across from daughter Tammy's. Both Tammy and Lee Ann were
still noshing.
In through the front door waltzed one of Tammy's older
siblings, followed by a friend. The friend detoured into
the kitchen to grab a soda, the brother called out for
his mother and sister as he moved down the hall, turning
into the hall bathroom.
Just as the toilet flushed and bathroom door opened,
August nailed him.
The lad in the kitchen had already been "nailed."
August quenched his thirst again, this time with a beer
from the fridge.
Thereafter he rested a good thirty minutes before
continuing; which was to have the boys now get into the
act. (After a brief Q&A)
Brother Rodger DID desire to peg his sister, in whatever
hole he get in. He HAD screwed his girlfriend AND
girlfriend's young sister--she was merely 13 and he
enjoyed it greatly--but she had recently just informed
him that she was "late." Rodger was not into sex with
other guys, but DID jerk off with a best pal--like the
one sitting in the kitchen. Rodger had no sexual thoughts
about screwing his mother.
Jonesy did, though.
Jonesy--Rodger pal in the kitchen, wanted to fuck Ms.
Hewes. Badly. He wanted to bang Rodger's sister, too.
Jonsey wanted to fuck ANYTHING, except guys--he felt
strongly about that. Jonesy was even hip to porking young
girls (if he could get away with it.) but mostly he was
hot for Ms. Hewes.
August smiled and after having the lads strip down he had
them sandwich fuck Ms. Hewes--Jonesy in her pussy with
son Rodger in her ass. August watched and wished he had
his old camcorder. He pegged Lee Ann who was on top of
Tammy and when he had filled Lee Ann's corn hole had
Tammy underneath lick out Lee Ann's cum laden shitter.
Both Rodger and Jonesy had cum successfully in Jancie.
August's cock was not in the mood and so while the boys
being teens were, he had them double team Tammy and then
Lee Ann. August showed in COLD water, killed another
bottle of beer and then fucked Jancie himself.
At five-thirty the other two brothers came home. The
daddy of the family wouldn't be home for another hour.
August had the two older boys strip and fuck everybody.
August learned further that the boys--minus Jonesy, DID
suck one another in their youth, butt fuck and gave one
another hand jobs. They hadn't done so in a while, a long
while. August returned them to doing such, now to involve
their sister AND mother. (AND Jonesy!)
August could do no more and left the family naked,
confused, abused, cum stained, with strange sexual
thoughts rolling their heads (as they sat out in the
backyard after a serious orgy.)
*
It was a week before he tempted fate again; his cock
needed the vacation. There were plenty of "temptations"
that sent him--somehow he managed to cool it and let them
be. With school no longer in his future eh worked for the
grouchy-grumpy asshole of the year Mr. Peter's full time
and continued to evade the burning desire to make north
his destination and seek out Charlie Dugout in the area
of Mexican Hat.
In his spare time he dabbled in books, actually spending
some time in the local libraries reading up on what he
could (and could understand) about quantum mechanics,
relativity, time travel, and physics. It was long boring
drab reading and only a scooch did he pretend to
understand.
Time he understood to be something like the wind, passing
over events in some sort of chronological order; and no
sooner is something along the way brought into
perspective than it is swept away by the currents and
another takes its place. This, too, to be swept away over
and over again.
The concept of time, ever since H.G. Wells' "The Time
Machine" there has been the strong notion about traveling
through time, one way or another along the chronological
order. It was determined that though written history and
the spoken word of history were grand and "good enough"
for settling disputes and arguments of Who settled what
first, who won what victory, who invented what and so on,
SEEING such things taking place for ourselves seemed to
be the logical point of progression. Many physicists
studying time have concluded that though time is a
constant it may in fact "loop" itself. Many other top
physicists poo-poo this silly notion, decreeing that time
IS a constant, going off into one continuous straight
line and in no way capable of meeting itself.
There were several theories regarding the concept of Time
Travel. Scientists all over the world had long since
determined that there were actually no laws preventing
such foolish endeavors. They made the astounding theorem
about the discovery of wormholes.
These phenomena revealed that the "mouths" could be next
to one another in the same space--but occupying a
different point in time. Physicists then began to be
concerned with the paradoxes this brought. Traveling back
in time could cause unknown repercussions in the time
traveler's future--say meeting himself, or some relative
and inadvertently (or otherwise) causing that person's
death. This would eliminate the time traveler of the
future.
But would that time traveler stop existing in the present
time he/she occupied? There were worries and concerns and
much heated debates in the scientific world. And since no
one had actually been documented traveling thru time and
coming back to tell about it--well, it was all still
theory and good science fiction hoopla.
*
After filling his noggin with shit that only sought to
give him migraines, he returned to Central High; wrote
more bad words on the blackboards, embarrassed the girls,
forced jock-asses out of the gym butt naked, and banged
his career counselor.
She was not the prettiest woman, but she had been nice to
him during his stay at the school and tried to help him
while other counselor had already signed off on him. She
had a private office and while she was by herself--he
helped himself to having her strip naked for him and lay
out on her desk. He banged off into her very furry poon
and then poked her backdoor as well.
He kept her panties and left her in a slight disarray,
cum stains on her titties and pussy, cock taste in her
mouth, and narly twisted visions of desire for virtually
every boy on campus.
After that he followed another classmate home, Julia.
Julia was another flaming red head, but different than
Tammy--much different. Julia was an ultra skinny model,
long straight fiery red hair, long narrow face, slight
hips, and a proud member of the Itty-Bitty-Titty
Committee. She was a virgin, but horny. She fingered
herself often and used cucumber, zucchini, and bananas to
get herself off. (she even sodomized herself with them!)
She was an honor student and liked classical music as
well as odd behavioral tunes like grunge and punk rock.
She was curious about sex and sexual doings--including
what it WOULD be like to give head, to taste a guy's
spunk, and be fucked in the ass by a real cock.
Like Tammy, she had siblings, all boys. Two older and one
younger. Naturally as siblings they had seen one another
in various stages of undress, and had exposed themselves
semi-willingly to one another as well. But nothing more,
nothing like Tammy and her brothers.
And Julia had no desires to be overly naughty with her
brothers, either.
August was lightly amused to find while she stripped for
him that she bore no panties. She only wore underpants
when she was on her period. August worked himself into a
frenzy and then into her mouth--filling her mouth with
his large organ (and subsequent spunk).
She didn't seem to mind and lapped up the ooze and sucked
his quickly limping prick with vigor and vim (on her
own!) Thereafter she sucked on his balls and for a lark
he turned about and had her go for his dirt chute. She
did so partially on her own and on August's will.
Then, right in the hallway he sank his burning bone into
her poon. It was far better than any vegetable. She had
busted her own cherry with a cucumber months earlier so
there was no "blood" to worry about soiling the carpet.
When done thrashing about on the floor, August sucking on
her "A" cup titties, the girl peed. A great gushing
orgasmic whiz. THAT soiled the carpet. August didn't
care, it wasn't HIS fucking carpet. He straddled the girl
and peed on her chest, face, and then the last bit on her
pussy.
Right at the pivotal point of cumming in her asshole as
she lay across her bed--the front door opened.
August sighed--shook his head and listened as the
"mother" bitched about "whose bike was that out in the
drive?" he snickered and completed his task with Julia
then zapped the mother. (Here we go again!)
*
There WAS a girl that August was sweet on--mostly out of
desperation. She wasn't overly attractive or overly
unpleasant. She was sweet enough, pretty in a homely sort
of Plain Jane way. She was smart but not honor student
smart. She had a body that was okay and desirable enough
to shag. And her name was Leanne. (lot of Lee Ann's in
this segment, huh?) This Leanne had short dark hair, dark
eyes, very well rounded face with dimples. She had a
slight Texas drawl but not overly present when she spoke.
She was an all around good egg and could tell just as
dirty raunchy jokes as any guy.
But she was a player, too; going from August to another
boy, a friend of August's. But as August had a ride, the
Harley, she most often teamed up with him rather than
August's friend who did NOT have a ride.
They usually went for rides out to the country, up into
the mountains, out to the desert, to the movies, park,
etc. He had no phone so he usually just "showed up" at
her door and announced himself.
On his most recent "show up" Leanne was unable to
accompany him. She had "house chores" to do. Her mother,
Joann was not 100% pleased with motorcycle rider August,
but she was pleasant with him anyways.
August of 2000 took a backseat (for the time being) while
August of 1980 took charge. After learning Leanne would
be unable to go out with him for the day (it was
Saturday) she instead invited him in. August had never
gotten anywhere with the girl, just handholds and nothing
more--not even a KISS!
August of 2000 was going to change that!
*
Her mother was home, along with an older brother, both
playing cards at the kitchen table. Leanne was doing
kitchen detail and baking a cake. An older-older bro was
at work while a younger one was at baseball camp. The
daddy, too, was at work and August 1980-2000 was horny.
In between doing kitchen detail and checking on the cake
Leanne and August '80 entered into the den just off from
the kitchen, occupied space on the carpet and played a
silly parlor game--Yathzee.
This day Leanne wore bright yellow shorts. Terrycloth
shorts that were very short and a loose fitting summer
sleeveless top. While sitting Indian-fashion across from
August, there was a slight reveal of Leanne's crotch--
crotch and panties.
Not a great reveal, but enough to send August '80-00 into
serious fits.
She didn't seem to be doing it on purpose, though. When
she got up to check her cake, August pulled out his
Device and promptly zapped the girl upon her return. He
had her sit down and he leaned in to her, kissed her and
fondled her breasts right then and there. Then whispered
to her in asking: "Are you a virgin?"
She was under the guise of the Q&A aspect of the Device
and unable to resist blurting out, "No."
August would wait until later to learn "who."
"Pull your shorts open," he told her nextly, "show
yourself."
No resistance at all, the naughty teen pulled the crotch
of her shorts to one side exposing her nice padded panty
panel. August leaned back, his bone was about ready to
bust thru his jeans. He could hear the voices of Leanne's
mother and brother, they were just across the open hall,
the den had no door.
August mulled, considered, then shrugged--'Why not?' he
had Leanne stand up and make her way to her room. August
followed; having Leanne pull her shorts down to the
crease of her ass. When just a few feet down the hall and
almost to her bedroom he had her take her panties down to
the crease of her ass.
Once in her room he had her strip down to her Birthday
Suit and lay out on her bed. With her legs pulled back
August went to his knees and began eating her well
trimmed furburger.
He was just about to stuff Leanne's furburger with his
fatdog when, "Leanne, you checking this cake of yours?"
her mother shouted from the kitchen. August dipped his
prick into Leanne and pumped quickly, then withdrew and
collected his Device and eased up the hall--eyes on the
front door directly ahead. He paused and then began
manipulating the Device to work its wondrous magic.
When the two Subjects at the kitchen table had ceased
their endless yapping and card shuffling, August stepped
around the corner. They were silent and not alarmed at
August's sudden appearance naked. He stepped up to Joann
and rubbed his aching bone against her face, then turned
her head and pushed his prick into her mouth.
He directed "Scott" sitting at the table to stand and
strip naked.
The 19 year old complied. He was not a virgin, but had
never fucked his sister--although he wanted to. He and
his brothers had fucked each other, sucked one another
off, and had participated in a gang rape of a young
twelve year old girl some years back. Several times the
brothers wanted to gang rape Leanne but held off as they
knew she would rat them out and their father would kill
them.
There was some slight interest in desire of wanting to
shag their mother. August smiled and shot a wad into
Joann's mouth, smeared the spunk all over her and then
while he rested against the sink had the mommy strip
naked herself. She was older, a little out of his league
and class, sexually speaking. But she DID give good head.
She sometimes sucked her husband! She sometimes sucked
her girlfriend's tits AND pussy! She SOMETIMES had
lingering naughty thoughts about sexual relations with
her sons AND daughter. As young boys she had often
fondled them in a sexual manner--the boys and while they
suckled her breasts as infants and toddlers--she often
soiled her panties with an orgasm!
She had long buried those illicit doings and thoughts and
had not had a sexual romp with her girlfriend in years--
although she longed to. August had something to work with
here!
He worked tediously several minutes implanting notions of
the narly and twisted kind, putting Joann to her knees
and "servicing" her son like she always wanted to do.
Then August returned to Leanne and fucked her silly.
*
School was out, done with, over. He hadn't been a part of
the graduation. He didn't care. He was confused,
confused, confused. He had returned to Central High only
to tag the 24, as well as a few "extras." Thereafter he
kept to himself and thought about what had transpired,
was there anyway to "fix" it?
Casually he thought maybe he could traipse over to one of
the universities and seek out a professor on the subject
of time travel. Maybe he could finger it out himself.
Maybe pigs would fly.
He did begin returning his attention to the Device,
tempting fate by again pressing the sensory touch
buttons, again getting the same reply DESTINATION DOES
NOT EXIST PLEASE RE-ENTER.
On a fluke he re-pressed the buttons but in the opposite
order.
DESTINATION ACCEPTED ENTER YEAR came on the screen.
August nearly fainted. He couldn't believe it. All this
time and all he needed to do was input the code
backwards!! "Son-of-a-bitch!" he bitched. In frustration
he jammed his finger to the appropriate date entry.
The screen blanked out momentarily and then flashed IS
THIS CORRECT Y/N? Angrily August pressed Y. and then
noticed the Date Entry: 1800 uh-oh
Timing is Everything
Chapter Thirteen: Missing No More
He had been on some bad trips before--but this was
ridiculous! Nothing much of it he could remember, only
that it was ten times as bad as the previous Time Trip.
Again he had seen mathematical equations, algebra
numbers, formulas way beyond August's concept. More
shapes, math shapes, some he recognized, most others were
beyond him.
Again, as before, he floundered helplessly in an upset
raging thick green sea. Again a huge wave pummeled him
and sent him crashing onto a black "sand-like" shore. He
rested after his tumultuous experience, waited until his
eyes adjust to the scenery--which wasn't much. Seaward
there was just an inky blackness and he could only see so
far. Left and Right were pretty much the same.
Up along the shore left and right was something of a
tropical island, much like his previous incident. There,
too, much like the previous, were palm trees and shrubs
right up to the edge of the small shore. The shore was
black sand-like but not like any sand August knew of. The
trees all were black in bark and surface but with all
those math shapes and numbers emblazoned on them.
Waits for a bit, feels no wind, no pain, no sensations at
all. "Ahem! Hello?" he says just fucking because. Noticed
quickly that there was something definitely amiss--his
voice didn't sound quite right. It was his voice, sure,
but it seemed to lack substance.
Slowly he came up to the edge of the "jungle". Nothing
stirred, he smelled nothing, felt nothing. This wasn't
like before, before there had been that sudden "rip", the
bright light streaming through a hole. He fondled his
chin, realized that he was NAKED, and wondered where
exactly he was going to end up. The Device in his hand
seemed to be off-line, there were no readings at all.
1800. He couldn't believe it. He assumed (he assumed)
that he had punched in the wrong number in his foolish
haste. 1800. He sighed, "Shit." then, "Shit--shit--shit--
shit--shit!" Copping a squat on the "sand" he crossed his
legs--he wasn't going no dam place unless he absolutely
had to. Running his fingers through the course black
"sand" he found that it was indeed very much like the
sand he knew--but it was a tad bit different--in that it
was almost plastic-like. Something akin to silicon or
something.
Curiously he wondered if TIME passed at all within--
within--within wherever the hell he was. He had to assume
some sort of Transition. His thoughts returned to
Charlie, the transitional time he had been in at the
military-government installation, the tunnels, the pirate
ship. That episode in his life had been quite the little
adventure. Now years later he was enduring yet another.
He heard a warbling from a distance. It was the only
sound and worth investigating. He held his ground though,
for a while. Not certain if it meant anything or what,
but he slowly arose and began trudging through the heavy
dense overgrowth of "foliage" to the sound.
As he drew closer the sound increased. He saw nothing,
though. All around him was jungle, the color scheme being
the "air" was black, inky black sky, ground, and out some
500 yards or so. The trees and shrubs and even the
boulders were black & green, with mathematical equations
written into them, shapes and such as the like like that
there.
There was no path per se, so he made his own, narrowing
in on the only sound there was; he at length came to a
great pond being filled with flowing water--that made
absolutely no sound at all. The water was black, the
waterfall feeding it was green with number seen in the
spray. The "warble" sound was from behind the fall; he
could only assume now that there was a cave of some sort
behind.
The water beheld no substance, there was nothing, he ran
his hand through it and then waded out into it. It felt
odd to him, a little tingling sensation but nothing more.
He swam out to where the fall crashed into the lifeless
pond and then climbed about the boulders until he found
as he assumed a cave.
It was much darker inside the cave, but he found what he
thought was something of a torch. Being naked and all he
had no means in which to create a fire. So he sat just
inside the entrance of the cave, brooding. The warble
sound was from down deep inside the cave. As he sat with
back against the wall, eyes staring at the perfect drawn
numbers on the wall, small thoughts began to occur to
him. He chalked it up to watching too damn many science
fiction movies. But then again, what could it hurt.
First he muttered aloud, "Two plus Two--equals Four!"
It was worth a shot.
Nothing happened, though. As expected. But what were the
mathematical equations and such doing on the walls, the
trees, and boulders? There seemed to be no logical order
to it, just random selections of prime numbers, binary
numbers, algebra equations, exponents, and then all the
shapes.
"Ahem!" he said clearing his throat, "A prime number is a
positive integer that has exactly two positive integer
factors." end quote. He chortled to himself--his math
teachers WERE right, you'll never know when you'll need
higher math functions!
When nothing happened he leaned forward and read the
numbers off the wall. After spouting off a random series
of exponent numbered equations, suddenly there came a
flame from the torch.
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed.
He was taken and shaken and confused--and delighted.
But confused, still, just the same.
*
With torch in hand he hugged the wall and made his way
along. The cave was not like other caves (or tunnels) he
had ever explored--this cave was smooth and virtually
straight. He could stand up and move along without
mishap.
The warbling sound drew him closer and closer.
After several yards the cave opened up to a large room.
He no longer needed the "torch" as in the center was
great light already. The room depressed in a slant
downward with what looked to be steps in one big circle,
like an amphitheatre. Centralized was a great fountain
whereas in the middle instead of water there was what
August had seen in the early "adventure", a rip opening.
As it grew larger and larger the warbling sound
increased.
Slowly he advanced down the steps to the flat area. The
light was great as was the sound, he had to poke his
fingers in his ears as well as shun the increasing bright
light. As before, he assumed that he had to step through
the opening.
*
He lay still for a long time--unable to move for one, too
frightened to move for two. Every fiber of his being was
on fire. He couldn't get his breath, he couldn't hear,
see, smell, anything. He felt numb (and on fire) at the
same time. He hoped that this would pass. It was like
something of giving birth he reckoned--the figurative
sense, not literally, gals.
Slowly his senses began to return to him and his body
settled. There was a lingering "whine" in his ears, he
tasted salt in his mouth and his vision was a bit blurry.
These things, too, decreased to allow him to look around
at his new surroundings.
There were trees. Normal trees. Oaks he took them to be.
It was hot, he was sweating and the sun was blazing.
There were grasses, though not green. He saw boulders and
a squirrel, lizards crossed his path, a bird screeched
high o'er head and landed in one of the nearby trees.
With extreme strength he sat up. He seemed to be on a
hill, a dry grassy hill and that was all. Many moments
were going to be needed before he got his senses about.
The first thing he needed to do was to find some water,
he was parched! After standing on wobbly legs and tumbled
and rolled and rolled and tumbled some more before
rolling down the hill he had been on. That hurt. His
shoulder and shins and hands and knees. Scrambling back
to a standing position he looked wildly about to make
sure he hadn't been "pushed" or anyone had seen him fall.
No worries there, there was no one about.
Doggedly he stumbled along seeking shelter under the
great oaks, for their shade. He was hungry and thirsty,
those two items held precedence and nothing else.
Not a breeze one did he feel, even under the shade of the
trees didn't help much. There were few acorns, and the
ones that he did manage to grab he got bitched out at by
the squirrels. He stumbled along coming up to another
down hill. It looked down into a long wide valley. He
could see clearly enough, a distant horizon beheld some
huge snow capped mountains. Where he was he had no
fucking idea. He sighed and copped a squat on the lip of
the hill trying his best and noshing on the acorns. A
slight breeze DID stir up, bringing a little coolness. He
found that he had long hair, shoulder length. Had it
always been this way. His mind was frapped and unable to
make much processing thoughts of who he was, where, when,
how, etc. Something began stirring in his noggin, though.
In the distant down in the valley in among the trees he
caught the sound of something he wasn't sure of. It was
difficult to make out; he strained and listened and
couldn't make sense of it anyways. He saw what looked
like dust stirred up.
He waited. And waited. And waited some more. A red tailed
hawk settled in the oak beside him, it screeched, pranced
on the branch and dropped a load of poo. August took this
as a sign to get moving.
It was a long ways down the dry grass hill, right out in
the open and down in the valley wasn't going to be much
better. Rugged hills, boulders, hot blazing dirt (no sand
he noticed), and dry-dry grass. The oak trees and other
assorted tress gave very little aid in his distress.
A creek, though, DID give aid. He smelt the water long
before he heard it. He had to pause and prance in place
before striking out into the direction of life giving
soothing H2O.
It wasn't a big creek, but it would do. He wasn't
complaining. It was refreshing and he drank his fill
while residing in the cool waters. He felt a few fish nip
him and swim by, if he had the means of a campfire he
would have caught some. But didn't so he moved on.
Through the trees, now, there were lots and lots and lots
(and lots?) of trees about, mostly oak. Flat land with
rolling hills all about. A deer scurried off to one side,
something slithered off in another. A breeze wafted in
and among the trees, the sun baked him and at length he
came to another hill rolling down into another valley.
By now the sun was beginning to set. The air was turning
just a tad bit cooler than the day had been. He was
hungry, damn hungry, a lot confused, and naked. He could
only recall his name, August. Nothing more. Right now
nothing more mattered. He settled under a great oak and
waited.
Night creatures can be such a pain in the ass. Coyotes
and other assorted critters strove to make his first
night in a new world miserable. As he rested, watching
the sun disappear beyond the vacant horizon and the moon
begin its long rise to the sky, slowly he began to
retrieve bits & pieces of August Moone, adventurer
extraordinare!
By morning's light there were still "gaps" but he felt
assured that he soon would recall all he needed to know.
He basically had conceived the notion that he was a Time
Traveler. Just how and why and wherefrom he lacked
knowing. (uh-oh)
Down the new hill he went, catching something odd wafting
on the breezes. His stomach hurt and he was getting a
headache from the lack of nourishment. He got a spooky
feeling and began entering into Stealthmode as he
traipsed, coming out to a clearing where he saw a dirt
road.
The road had huge ruts in it. To the left following the
road it went meandering up into some craggy rocky hills.
To the right it meandered out through a flat empty
valley. The heat was already turning high and August
could just see something down the road. There was a fire!
He paused a moment and could indeed smell the smoke in
his nostrils, but there was something else there, too. As
his confounding curiosity drew him in the "smell" in his
nostrils began to repulse him. As he drew nearer he saw
that there were what appeared to be old wagons, covered
wagons. There was a dead horse in the road and then he
saw some bodies.
"Shit."
*
At the tragic scene there were at least half a dozen male
bodies strewn about the landscape. Four big canvas
covered wagons were on fire, two others had been toppled,
another had run off the road and up into the trees,
possible to try and get away. Five big horses were among
the dead. The smell of the dead was horrid.
August scrambled to try and make sense of it, had there
been a head-on-collision? He couldn't think straight. No,
that was silly. Befuddled he came upon a woman, naked,
tied to a wagon wheel bloodied all over her body,
especially between her legs. Her throat had been slit,
too.
A young teenage girl he found nextly, then a young boy no
more than ten who had been scalped. Three men in their
early twenties the same manner out in the trees. August
then spied the arrows, flaming arrows; pierced here and
there, into the wagons, into the bodies of the settlers.
He was repulsed by the brutality of the massacre. It
didn't sit with him well. So, when he came to the end of
the massacre site his rage seethed within him; on the
ground helpless was a young girl about twelve--being
raped by a Savage. The Indian was big and naked and
relentless in his doings.
Tied to an upturned wagon was a woman--possibly the young
girl's mother, and two other girls plus a young boy.
Another Indian stood by rummaging thru a toppled trunk.
Two horses out in the woods were theirs. No one else
seemed to be about.
When the big Indian got his nut finally in the young
girl, he pulled out and wrenched the child about, placing
her into a doggie-style whereupon he began seriously
spanking her, finger gouging her asshole before slamming
his big Indian dick up into her--then running his blade
across her throat!
He pumped madly as her life ebbed away, stood up and
licked the bloody blade and leered at the remaining
captives. The woman sobbed quietly, mouth open, mind
gone. The big Indian with cum drizzling from his uncut
schlong stepped up to the woman, sneered at her and
ripped her dress open. With her breasts bare to him he
groped them, sucked on them and continued shredding her
dress.
August held his pose were he was, hidden behind one of
the other wagons. Beside him the lifeless nude body of a
fifteen year old girl, raped and with her throat slit. A
boy no more than eight lay crumbled nearby, he was nude
as well, sodomized, throat slit, testicles and penis
missing, as well as being scalped.
The other Indian not so big continued rummaging through
all the spilled belongings. Surely these two couldn't be
responsible for the melee, August assumed that they
weren't, they were just the laggers.
Suddenly August spotted something of use--but it was out
of reach--he would have to cross out into the open to the
wagon partially blazing. But there was a Winchester rifle
laying there.
The big Indian left the distraught mindless woman and
stood before one of the two girls tied to the wagon. She
was about sixteen. Pretty she was, blond hair in curls, a
pretty dress. She had ribbons in her hair as well as
blood. Big Indian began shredding her dress with his
still bloody blade, not caring that he was slicing into
the delicate skin of the girl. Once mostly naked he began
roughly fingering her poon, sucking on her breasts and
groping her ass. His cock, however, was not in the mood.
He slapped it against her body then began kissing her,
forcing his tongue inside her young mouth before grabbing
her legs and putting them about his waist.
Rummaging Indian came up with trinkets, something of a
jewelry case. He also found a Derringer. Toying with it
he blew his brains out. Literally. The sound of the
report startled Big Indian and as he whirled about and
stared at his stupid companion, August dashed across the
road to the burning wagon, grabbed the rifle and slinked
down among the dead.
He held his breath for a long while, cautiously peering
about to see if the Big Indian had seen him. There was
nothing. He couldn't hear all that well as the wagon he
hid behind was burning. Slowly he crept out, the rifle
cocked and rarin' to go.
Peeking around the corner he saw the nude body of the
sixteen year old still tied to the wagon with blood
gushing down her chest. Big Indian had now wrenched the
other girl, thirteen or so, off of the wagon and had her
in a doggie-style, spanking her and doing his best to
sodomize her.
August summoned his courage, held his breath, and pulled
the trigger.
The report forced August backwards, tumbling over the
dead and burning wreckage. Scrambling to recover he
rolled into the roadside ditch and then came up to where
the Indians had been doing their thing. Big Indian lay on
top of the damaged girl who was miraculously still alive.
Big Indian had brain matter splatter all over the place.
He stepped up and pushed the Big Fuck over and from out
of the corner of his eyes he saw movement. He reacted too
late--the Rummaging Indian fired the Derringer and struck
August. He knew no more for a long while. Welcome to
Walnut Grove
(a parody involved here)
(featuring the cast from Little House on the Prairie)
*****
"He's coming around." a voice said.
Sort of. He wasn't sure. He felt awful. Just awful. Again
he couldn't think straight, again he couldn't detect
much--only that he was in some kind of pain. His toes
curled as he struggled to send the pain elsewhere. A fire
burned in his shoulders and another in his head.
"Easy son, just rest easy." came a soothing voice. August
tried to focus, there was a strong ringing in his ears, a
burning in his nose. He tried to speak but only
sputtered. A hand came to his neck, raising him up and
offering him a drink from a glass.
Slowly he began to see that he was in the company of a
man, well dressed with one of those pocket watches strung
across his vest. A striped vest, dark. A long sleeved
dress jacket, white shirt with an odd bow tie at his
throat. He was not an old man, in his forties, he seemed
strong and rugged but with kind blue eyes.
"Hello, I'm Doctor Baker." the man said seguing into a
broad smile.
August tried to speak once more but couldn't.
"You've take a nasty hit, but I think you're going to be
all right, now."
August gave him that, "Huh?" look. A nasty hit?
"Do you remember anything?" the doctor asked him.
August tried, he really tried, but all that filled his
mind were images he couldn't make sense of -- followed by
the images of the massacre.
"It's all right, son, you're memory will come back in a
few days."
The doctor stood and refilled the glass, setting it down
on an antique off-white nightstand. "You just rest easy
now, I've got some other things to do." he seemed
cheerful enough and August had no cause to fear him.
The doctor left and August looked strongly at his newest
surroundings: painted off-white clapboards made up the
room's walls. A plain ceiling, some windows, another
small bed and a couple of dressers sandwiching a long
table with doctor-like instruments and books on it.
There was a window nearby, August peered out it and saw
people. All sorts of people, and horses. No cars, no
trucks, no pavement. A dirt road with old western-like
buildings up along the street. Kids and women in various
styles of dress, odd manner of dress styles, too. He
licked his lips and continued to try and make sense of
it.
When moving his head--bad idea. His whole world made him
ill and he lay back onto the cool fluffy pillow. He
thought he heard what sounded like muffled voices, from
outside? Another room? He couldn't be sure. He reached
for the water glass and lost his grip, the glass fell and
broke onto the floor.
Seconds later the door whisked open and the doctor came
in, followed by two other men. One was bald and resembled
a store keeper of some such, the other wore an old faded
hat, long dark curly hair, rugged broad shouldered; a
farmer no doubt.
"Sorry." August managed to blurt out.
"Don't worry about it." smiled the doctor as he quickly
cleaned up the mess. Catching the eye of the other two
men August managed a bleak smile.
"Hello," spoke the farmer, "I'm Charles Ingalls," he
stuck out his hand and smiled big, and introduced the
other man as Nels Olsen.
The handshake from August was weak, he then caught the
delightful scent of something wondrous. His mind
frantically sought to bring to mind what that wondrous
smell was. Nothing came to mind but he didn't care--it
was FOOD!
And food it was. There were voices from the outer room,
the men made way as a tall woman in a full dress outfit
came ushering in, she carried a rustic antique picnic
basket and set it down. From within the blue checkered
cloth concealing the contents came fresh homemade
chicken.
August's mouth drooled and he scarcely could pay
attention to the conversation that was taking place
between he and the newcomer, who happened to be the
farmer's wife, Ms. Caroline Ingalls.
The convo seemed to be about the doctor's concern for the
"patient's" ability to eat just yet after his harrowing
experience. To wit Caroline replied, "Nonsense." the
chicken fresh baked was placed on some small cloths, a
glass of lemonade was poured, there was fresh hot baked
cornbread muffins and a piece of hot apple pie for
desert!
August smiled and devoured every morsel. He didn't care
where he was or WHO--this place was great! There was a
"washroom" with a sink and a pitcher of water. But that
was about it. No toilet, no shower. After everyone had
finally left, he had stuffed himself well, the time came
that he was in another "need." There was a backdoor--that
had a small path leading out to a small structure. 'Oh
no.' the sudden realization of where he was, in what time
period really began to sink in. Outdoor plumbing, an
outhouse.
He made his way and did his thing, collecting his
thoughts and sighing deeply stinking up the place. When
"done" he emerged to make his way back, he still wasn't
too up to par, he had been shot! His head was wrapped and
was dressed in a so-so smock gown covering.
On his way back he was chanced upon by a sweet young
girl. She was possibly ten, maybe. A short dress, black
stockings, long brown hair, and a dirty face. She smiled
at him and August paused momentarily--then he began to
think about her more sternly with more interest.
Upon blinking his eyes, his mind reverted and he suddenly
realized--
'Oh shit!' the Device! Where was it! He began to panic.
"Hello." chirped the little girl.
August knelt down, peeved at himself that he was now
REALLY stuck in whatever time period he was in now, and
smiled at the little girl. She came up close to him,
trusting thing wasn't she? She held his hands, he held
hers, his cock rose to attention and he drank her in.
'Boy I'd like to see you naked.' he chimed to himself.
The little girl continued to smile and look charming,
despite her dirty face and appearance. Then, she let go
of his hands and stood back, growing a little serious and
she began pulling off her dress!
August gulped, stared at her, blinked his eyes
excessively and tried to make sense of this new nuance.
He was more confused than ever.
Not much on the underwear department, long white leggin
briefs, bloomers just to mid thigh. The dress she
promptly pulled over her head and then casually dropped.
She did pause and put on the persona of confusion
herself. August blinked his eyes again and tried to think
clearly--if not quickly.
Taking a look around--this was NOT the best place to be
up to any shenanigans. They were out in the open. They
were behind the buildings of the town, but the town's
buildings were not set up in straight lines.
Quickly he took the girl's hand, picked up her dress and
whisked her--into the shitter. It was close at hand and
most private. It was a little roomy in there, stinky, and
private. The little girl seemed to have no problem with
but August did.
As soon as he was within the small wooden stinky
outbuilding he saw a flash of something in his eyes. As
he took note of this it was determined not to be so much
as IN his eyes as it was in his vision. Blinking hard and
concentrating just as hard he took note that seemingly on
the back wall of the shit house there appeared to be a
multi-colored green box with horizontal lines, numbers
and calculations on one line while on another was a long
wavy line.
Another line had what appeared to be a statement: I'd
like to see you naked.
He gulped again. What the fuck?
Blinking his eyes, shaking his head, closing his eyes
hard then reopening he looked again--the vision had
cleared. It was then that he became acutely aware that
holding his hand was the little girl--who was showing all
the signs of freaking out.
'Uh-oh.' Now he was in trouble. Panic began to settle in
him as he quickly tried to finger a way out of this one.
The little girl began to wail and stamp her feet. "Oh, I
wish you'd be quiet!" he bellowed.
Seconds later she was.
August so noted that the "green display" was once more
occupying his vision.
*
Her skin was smooth, soft, supple. She smelled a bit but
that was alright--it mingled nicely with the wafting funk
emitting upwards from the poop hole. The wooden lid was
down covering the hole lest she should misstep and fall
in. That would be bad. Her undergarments had been removed
and the little girl herself placed up on the wooden box
seat of the crapper. August fondled her ass, kissed her,
and diddled his fingers to her non-virginal cunny.
Tessie was soon laid out on the toilet seat box, legs up,
shoulders down. August brought his aching (aching to
fuck) cock to the child's quim and began a steady bout of
grinding against it. Who had she been having sex with?
August asked the question, saw it in the green
HeadsUpDisplay box and the answer was: "Daddy!"
August slowly entered his own cock, emptying his frapped
mind and enjoying himself, sweating profusely, straining,
still trying to make sense of what had happened and how
and why and how and why. ****
*
Once safely back in his "room" he rested his eyes and
began working on how it had happened. Was it "wishful"
thinking or what? After fucking the little girl, fondling
and finger fucking her asshole, "I want you to forget
about meeting me." he told her. "Do you understand?" to
wit Tessie smiled and nodded and nodded her pretty little
head that she would.
He remained in the shit house and watched her as she
scooted merrily along her way without so much as a wave
goodbye. (She DID dig at her butt and crotch.)
Closing his eyes tight then reopening them did not bring
up the HUD. Excessive blinking, though, did. Five blinks
in rapid succession brought up the HUD. The Device in a
new form, in his head!
Seriously he did not know if this was a bad thing, it was
more convenient, sure, but what were the repercussions?
It was a fantastic trip regardless.
He grew tired (and bored) of waiting for Doc Baker to
return, he meandered out into the waiting room and
office, then opened the front door and stepped out onto
the porch. He wasn't dressed for waltzing about the town
so he remained where he was.
*
A girl approx. 16 years came walking by, long curly blond
hair, long dress, a Plain Jane, but pretty enough. As she
moved on by without a glance to him, August blinked five
times and brought up the HeadsUpDisplay. He was beginning
to realize the scope and depth (and trouble) that he was
in. Recalling just who he was, his past--er, future, was
slowly filling his common thoughts.
Taking a big risk he called for the girl, via the HUD,
had her meet him around the back of the doctor's
building, and nixed going back into the shit house--that
stunk. He instead whisked her into the doctor's house
itself, the back room where there were some storage
stuff. He didn't bother with getting the girl's name--he
was horny.
Under the dress there was something of an underdress, a
complicated layer of clothing serving as underwear--full
body length. The girl he positioned over a canvas covered
pile of equipment & supplies, got her underclothes down,
cheeks spread, and began plowing away steadily at her
very tight virginal backdoor. The sensation was
tremendous. It was wondrous. It was orgasmic!
As the doctor was due to return any time soon without
warning, the place where he did his business was not
overly secure he let the girl go, just creaming her
asshole. A hickie he placed on each cheek, fondled her
titties and had her stroke his schlong, thrust his tongue
into her sweet young mouth, and finger fucked her virgin
pussy before letting her return along her way.
Ten minutes later and the doctor DID return.
*
The year was 1875, August. The Universal Postal Union had
been established in July. Jesse James was the biggest
new, robbing a train in Otterville, Missouri; and the
world's first roller skating rink opened in London. Civil
war hero Ulysses S. Grant was the US president.
August Moone was in 1875, eighty-six years before he was
born!
The place was a small homestead-town called Walnut Grove.
He didn't think he was in Arizona any more, he assumed
that he little trek through the "jungle" and then the
cave had moved his destination. That was alright, he
doubted that he would be able to get back home,
especially with the Device Item 0110 now seemingly apart
of him.
The town didn't have a sheriff or a marshal. There was no
mayor but a governing body called a town committee. They
had a post office, school, church, hotel, general store,
livery stable, and possibly a hundred or so peoples lived
in Walnut Grove. It was quaint and August thought he
could do himself well here--in this time period. He
wasn't sure, it remained to be seen.
He knew to play his cards cool, be aware and sharp. This
was not the place to get caught doing something--they
hung people back in the old west and did it damn quick,
too!
That evening Caroline Ingalls was back with more chicken,
buttermilk basted chicken, more apple pie, refreshing
lemonade. August was pleased and casually wondered (to
himself) what she looked like in the nude. She was in her
thirties but that was okay.
Her husband, Charles and some of the other townspeople
had come, despite Doc Baker's decree that the patient
needed rest. But they wouldn't wait, August was being
hailed as a hero!
Him!? He gulped and brought up the HUD, just in case this
turned badly after all. But he needn't worry, he WAS
being hailed as a hero, many of the prime towns' folks
were elated and delighted and grateful for his actions at
the wagon train massacre. Although many (most) had
perished and had been brutalized by the rogue savages,
there were three survivors; the one mother, two
daughters, and son.
They gave details on August's heroics, August blushed and
became embarrassed. The woman and her surviving children
were in a nearby town Mankato, it wasn't determined
factually if August was a member of the doomed wagon
train, but it was so assumed and August didn't say one
way or another--he feigned some amnesia and no one was
the wiser.
He DID need some rest, though--he admitted that to
himself--he HAD been shot! He tried to downplay the
heroism of his actions, his modesty only prevailed and he
was hailed even more. Doc Baker finally had his say and
scooted the hero worshippers out. August settled down and
noshed on the fine offering from Ms. Ingalls; there, too,
was an offer of a few dollars worth of goods from the
general stores in town, clothes and needed things like
that.
From the local restaurant he was offered his meals free!
Mr. Hansen, who ran the mill, offered him a job (should
he need one.)
And naturally, good hearted Charles Ingalls offered
August to come out to the farm and work there. It was a
lot to chew on, August felt that the new time period
wouldn't be so bad. He'd been in worse places.
Timing is Everything
Chapter Fourteen: I Have No Morals
After two days in Doc Baker's patient's bed he finally
began ambling out into the town of Walnut Creek. Some
clothes had come to him, courtesy of the Oleson's; Mr.
Oleson was more "giving" than prissy stuffy bitchy Ms.
Oleson. But he WAS a hero.
It was a fine day in Walnut Creek, he liked it. An old
west town, they had a telegraph office, livery stables, a
confectionary store. Lots of folks all about, a school, a
post office. In a way August had always dreamed what life
would be like back in the "good ole days." Now he knew.
It wasn't so bad, he didn't really miss television,
phones, big screen movies, MILLIONS of peoples, smog.
After some FREE homemade ice cream, a steak lunch with
trimmings, he walked about the town getting to know it.
He shook hands with the Norwegian Mr. Hansen, met the
Reverend Alder, some of the ladies and including Ms.
Beadle, the local schoolmarm.
He liked her. She was cute, charming, pretty, and young
(enough).
She was demure, quaint, kind of bashful, reserved. They
talked and chatted and it was then that when she asked if
he would like to join the class (when it was in session)
that he realized that he was not his adult age. By
staring at his reflection in the window of the general
store he saw that he was a dark haired youth, hair to his
shoulder, rugged features, and about 16-18 years old.
Hmmmmm
He wondered casually if he was "invading" someone's body?
He had invaded/occupied himself back in 1980, was he
doing it again? Was this new person a relative of his?
Hmmmmm
He shrugged and grew embarrassed. Their chatting
continued and at length August blinked in succession five
time--he had to. In the back room of the one room school
house their was privacy. School was for the summer but
she offered specialized tutoring for some of the town's
folks--especially those from farm families. Here with
good privacy August simply had the young lady strip for
him. She wore a simple red checkered dress with
underlining underclothes. Once naked she was a true
marvel. A furry red bush betwixt her legs. He cupped her
breasts gingerly, kissed her passionately and laid her
out on a spare desk. Down to her fiery entrance he went,
sucking on her slightly "aromatic" poon before applying
his schlong.
She was NOT a virgin, but wasn't a slut, either.
August thoroughly enjoyed boning the woman. She was tight
and pleasing. He watched her titties bounce and jiggle,
her mouth open and shut; she clung to him as he fucked
her and soon he was shooting a nice wad of juice into
her. He further assumed that his future was fucked--any
changes at all made in the Past certainly were to have
detrimental effects on the Future.
Getting one's self pregnant in his Future was no big
deal, one could abort, have the child and have it
adopted, or simply raise the child regardless of the
circumstances that brought it about into being in the
first place.
That was the future. In the Past it wasn't so easy--a
girl, single, any age, getting herself knocked up wasn't
cool and seriously frowned upon by her peers, elders, and
social class. August didn't know what options were
available or even considered.
He mulled it, regretted his actions (slightly) then
finished fucking the woman, sucking her titties, and when
his cock had sufficiently recovered--buggered her
extremely virginal pooter hole.
*
At the local hotel he also got a room free of rent. He
was still talked about among the peoples and it
embarrassed him. He hadn't really done anything heroic,
just prevented savages from doing what he himself would
have done--minus the butchering, scalping, throat
slitting.
He took note of a pair of girls who apparently did not
like one another very well, but were friends anyways. The
one little girl with dark hair in braids and dual ponies
he didn't know, but the older girl was the mercantile
owners' daughter, Nellie.
Nellie was cute. Pretty and damn cute. Blond, short curly
hair in pig tails, staunch and not overly sweet. She had
a sweet smile, sweet appearance, but not a sweet
personality. She was with her younger brother, Willie and
both seemed to be giving the other girl a hard time. The
other girl, a youngster about 12 or 13 began running away
out of town. Nellie and Willie laughed uproariously and
entered into their parents' shop. August sat on his bed
looking out the window fuming a little at the two
obnoxious children of the Oleson's. He vowed to stick his
nose in and do something about it. Well, why not, what
else was he going to do in 1875?
*
He found the girl Subject traipsing off up a dry hillside
along a creek. (Plum Creek) and made himself known by
splashing through the water, crossing over onto the side
she was on. At first the girl was a little frightened,
but na‹ve and unawares just the same. She smiled and
greeted the stranger with a nice broad smile and a hand
wave.
August smiled back and made his way to her. (blinking his
eyes five times.)
"Hello there." August said reaching to her and shaking
her hand.
"Hello." she replied. She WAS about 12, almost 13, but
small in body and pose. But that was alright, August
wasn't picky.
"I'm August." he told her rightly.
"I'm Laura." the girl smiled back.
"You live around here?" August asked out of concern.
"Yessir, just over the hill aways." she pointed into the
direction and August made use of his internal Device.
It was out doors as all get out, quiet and serene. The
grass was dry and yellow, the sun slowly sinking in the
western sky. Trees of oak and other varieties lined the
babbling creek. August saw no one, heard no one; he had
Laura strip off her clothes for him and sit on his lap.
Soft skin, small near non-existent titties. Her pussy and
asshole were virginal, he checked. He learned that she
was just about to squat for a nice pee when he came up.
August had her pee on him! He stripped down his new pants
and was bare--most men (and some women) in the days
before regular style underclothes wore long johns. Not
August. He clenched the child's bare ass and prompted her
to begin peeing.
She did. It was marvelous. He dug a finger up into her
butt and brought his rousing erection up against her very
virginal poon. She didn't even finger herself. She heard
her father fart a few times, and she slept in the same
bed with her sister who DID finger her poon--and Laura's
too, every now and then. It made Laura uncomfortable so
she didn't finger herself--'cept on occasion when she was
curious. She wasn't into boys but was curious about them.
She had seen her pa naked and had seen her ma naked, too.
The family had adopted a young boy, his name was Albert.
He hailed from the city and had been living on the
streets in the alleys.
She saw him naked a few times, tool; AND saw him
"playing" with himself out behind the outhouse and the
barn.
August was enthralled and deftly grinded his schlong
against the girl's poon. He held off breaching her, not
just yet. He did lay her down and pull her legs up
against his body, then begin poking away at her super
tight pooter hole, thereafter laid his cock against her
cunny and hump away until he soiled her. The spilled
spunk on her virtually hairless twat, midriff and belly
he dabbled his fingers in and made her suck the fingers
clean. Thereafter he was stuffing her sweet innocent
mouth with his gangly prick shooting another load minutes
later.
*
After she was dressed (and cleaned up) they went on to
meet her pa.
Who turned out to be Mr. Ingalls. August was shown around
the farm, the barn, the oxen, the outhouse, and then
inside for a quick evening meal. Here he met Laura's
finger banging sister Mary, Mary was a couple of years
older than Laura and August wanted to fuck her badly.
There, too, was three year old Carrie. (he wanted to fuck
her, too!)
And lastly, Albert. Albert was young enough for August.
After supper they talked and avoided the conversation
going into the direction of the Indian massacre, but
suffice it to say those Indians were rogues, not a part
of any civilized Indian nation. The wagon train had been
en route to Independence, Kansas.
*
As evening began to set in August took his leave of the
Ingalls family, he had that room in town and didn't want
to offend no one, but he was asked to come back and
perhaps help Charles with the field the following day.
August no problem and would be glad to. Caroline offered
to make up a delicious dinner (in his honor.)
He said his goodbyes & goodnights and ambled off into the
dark--only to return unannounced and unseen moments
later. During his conversation with Charles he overheard
the girls yapping about whose turn it was to bathe
Carrie. August caught young Albert's embarrassment---but
wasn't sure for certain if it was just that,
embarrassment or did he have a deep seated/seeded
perversion he was keeping at bay?
"I'll take mine and then you and Carrie take yours."
stated Laurie. The debate-argument raged on as the oldest
Mary didn't seem to want to share her bathing experience
with Carrie.
The argument was settled with Caroline chastising her
daughters about their selfishness. She put it to them
that Laurie would bathe last, as she had homework to do
before bed. Mary would go first. Together they would both
share in bathing Carrie.
'nuff said.
Albert was seen trudging out to the outhouse, August in
Stealth mode waited for the girls, peering into the small
typical family home of the 1870s prairie he saw the girls
cleaning up after dinner, Charles worked on a piece of
furniture. No one seemed to be in a hurry to take their
bath. And August had been in the homestead and couldn't
place where the bathroom might be.
For a "quickie" he checked up on Albert, it was dark out
and August could just barely see anything at all; but he
didn't need to hear to know what young Mr. Albert was
doing. He could smell the funk from the outhouse, the air
was just starting to cool down, the atmosphere was odd to
August, there were June bugs buzzing, a strangeness in
the air, a linger smell (other than the funk from the
shitter.)
He came up to the outbuilding and heard the distinctive
noise of "someone getting' busy!" The darkness prevented
him from seeing the boy clearly, the door was closed and
the only "opening" was the little half moon high up on
the door.
While it was so dark so he found that the HUD was more
illuminated, green lines and lime green words--but they
were clearer now in the dark. He found that there was a
programming status and other "abilities" to initiate.
He "initiated" one: transmuting his "desire" to the young
lad inside the stink box. There was a momentary pause
before the latch of the from the inside moved and the
door opened. There stood Albert, all of 14 years young
with his tallywhacker hanging out of his pants. It was
stiff and goo was still spurting from the piss slit.
August fondled the lad, playing with his hard dick and
then squeezing his testicles lovingly. His hand went
around to caresses the lad's ass and then as his own cock
grew stiff, had young Albert began masturbating him, as
well. "You want to FUCK your new sisters, don't you?"
August asked using the new Mind Technique.
Albert didn't reply verbally but nodded that it was so.
"Even little Carrie?"
He didn't know about that, his face screwed up and he
mulled it over.
"How about Caroline, your new Ma, you wanna see HER
naked, doncha? You wanna lay on her and FUCK, doncha?" to
wit the young lad's strong bone began to pulse in
August's hand. Albert nodded that it was so.
"You, uh, ever suck another guy's cock?" August asked him
casually.
It was appalling, NO! he shot back. Again there was no
verbal answer but August received the disgusted thought
just the same. August played with the boy for quite a
while and then caught sight of someone moving from the
house. Two someones. Three someones. The third someone
had come out the backdoor and was moving up along the
path, though it was dark August determined that it was
Charles.
The two someones before had gone into the barn.
There wasn't a whole lot of light out, August quite
playing with Albert and stepped back, just in case.
Albert returned to "playing" with himself and was
"caught" by his Pa.
Charles shook his head and somewhat shamed his new son,
Albert quickly put his dick back where it belonged and
was quite embarrassed.
"I know it's HARD, son, and I know it's a perfectly
natural thing to do, just be careful and don't let anyone
catch you." then he added, "Especially yours Ma or
sisters!" he chuckled lightheartedly and entered into the
crapper.
Albert jogged down to the house and entered via the
backdoor, August traipsed down to the barn--he had to
know what was going on in there.
*
In there going was a large galvanized tub--he had seen
those himself, usually out in people's yards with flowers
in them, tacked up on a wall, used as a fish pond, and
water for animals. This was a first to see it as its
actual use.
Mary and Laurie were going on, too. They had pails of
water, hot and cold. There was a lantern for light and
Mary was undressing. The barn door was opened just a bit,
he mulled, looked behind him and zapped the two, slipped
in and un-zapped them. He took a seat on a nearby hay
bail and let the girls proceed naturally.
Laurie left to fetch more water. August smiled and
watched as the lovely-lovely Mary Ingalls was done to her
Birthday Suit. She was lovely. A lovely girl, naked and
all, too! Before stepping into the bathtub August had her
come to him. He marveled at his new found ability,
worried about a bit, too. But this was simpler. He had no
idea how the Device Item 0110 had been integrated into
his noggin, but sense there didn't seem to be anything he
could do about it, fuck it.
Mary obeyed, stepping to face with her hands to her
sides, mind blank. He noted in the Programming that he
could have her With Knowledge or Without. For now he
chose the Without Knowledge (of what was happening to
her) option.
A lovely poon she had, nicely developing titties, smooth
creamy skin, good hip, perfect posture. Long blond hair
that flowed down mid shoulder, great pose, spoke well and
had a nice covering of pubes concealing her fevered
cunny.
A little Q&A learned from the girl that she was horny,
almost constantly. Her pussy was on fire, almost
constantly. With young Mr. Albert now a part of the
family she had a very difficult time. She had seen her
father peeing in the woods, recently she had seen Albert
doing likewise. Many boys from the town she had seen
peeing, only Albert and Willie had she spied on to see
them actually masturbating.
She frigged Laurie's pussy but that was as far as it
went, she just wanted to know what it was like. She
preferred friggin' her own poon and that was as far as it
went--or would go.
August held off any further Q&A, there was always time
for that later. He had Mary turn about and BEND OVER,
spreading her cheeks and giving him a one-eye view. He
fingered her poon, it needed cleansing but toilet paper
wasn't so good in 1875 as it was up in 1980-2000. To both
cheeks he kissed, sucking on the skin and then diddling
the hole regardless of its funk.
Standing her up his hands cupped her breasts, his cock
resting nicely between her lovely ass cheeks. Mary made
no sounds of alarm and so he continued with fingering her
pussy. She was virginal but Auggie knew how to take care
of that.
When he cock was at the explosive condition he laid the
girl out on a hay bale, sitting position. She was then
pushed back to where her shoulders were nestled up
against the stack of bales. Her ass was brought out to
the edge; August then went to his knees and began eating
her pussy out. It was a little funky there, too; good
thing she was bathing! She wasn't offensive, just the
fresh scent of pee. Her fur patch wasn't much but
concealed her snatch nicely. Eagerly he noshed, licking,
nipping the clit, devouring the whole pussy and becoming
entranced with it all as he did so enjoy a pissy pussy.
He was about to introduce the young cunt to his hard cock
when Laura returned. She was a bit shocked to see her
sister in such a manner. August was invisible to her. He
stepped back and lightly put Laura at ease. When this
worked August returned to licking out the older sister,
placing his cock against her cunny and humping.
For the moment he held off entering her. For the moment.
In the meantime he had Laura strip off her clothes.
Seemed like the thing to do at the time.
While he grinded on Mary, Laura casually stripped down
and it was most delightful. August soon found himself
entering Mary's poon while her sister got naked. The
young teen (Laura) was quite pretty, shy, outgoing, small
bodied, and nearly bald in the pussy region.
His cock power drove into Mary's cunt, exploding nicely
and repeatedly until he could cum no more. (well, for
now) It was a good fuck, a little messy but otherwise
good. He sucked on her titties, nipped her nipples and
rode her pussy until he literally could do no more.
As for Laura, he fingered her as she stood near by. Up
and down her ass, feeling the flesh and digging into the
tight virgin pooter hole. His cock was aching good now,
but he kept his doing until he thought he would pass out.
He then pulled free, massaged Mary's twat and eased her
into the galvanized tub.
Lightly he allowed Mary to be herself--so to speak, this
allowed August freedom to play with Laura.
*
In the days that followed--August worked with Charles as
well as in town at the mill with Mr. Hansen. This gave
August ample time to check out pesky snooty-snotty prissy
Shit-Don't-Stink Nellie Oleson. Laura had no kind words
for her and deeply held resentment and hatred for the
uppity bitch. Nellie's brother Willie was alright, he
just went along with his older sister so as not to get in
trouble with her. Their father was strict with them, but
was often overruled by the domineering Harriet Oleson who
actually owned the store. She was a ruthless cunt, uppity
and pissed off most of the time, liked to spread gossip
regardless if it was true or not.
In his noggin, with the help of the self-implanted
Device, he began to keep "tabs" on the townspeople. He
determined that implanted (somehow) in his head was the
Device, a sort of mini-micro computer that he could
access via blinking rapidly five times.
It was kind of fucked up but it was the best that he
could do.
He took his pleasures to the schoolmarm again, he enjoyed
her and drilled her backdoor one day, got her to suck him
off the next. He liked her and kept her on his daily
encounter list.
He caught Albert and Willie jerking off together out in
the woods just beyond the town, they were hard at and
seemingly in a race to see who would cum first. August
lightly zapped them, then "programmed" them via
suggestions to strip nude.
Once that was accomplished August himself joined them,
fondling their wares, smoothing his hand over their nice
young bare asses. Both lads were virgins, only abusing
themselves. August bent eleven year old Willie over and
began probing his anus--having Albert slip his prong into
Willie's mouth.
August heard bees buzzing, birds chirping, June bugs, and
saw a skink on a nearby log. The air was hot and humid,
no breezes, August wanted to make quick work of his
doings and then a quick dip in the nearby creek. He
finished humping Willie, Albert emptied his own wad into
Willie's mouth. August then placed Willie down onto the
ground, straddled the lad's face, placing his hairy balls
into the open mouth, pulled the lad's legs back and
beckoned a very obeying Albert to squat and take Willie's
cock.
*
After a brief stint in the creek the boys on their own
fondled one another on their own--well, with a little
implanted notions about doing such. They always had
wanted to anyways but feared what it would mean. They
were embarrassed and fraught with the morals of the dirty
deed. Both lads fondled one another as well as ventured
into sucking cock and balls and then pulling their cheeks
open for a prompt butt fuck.
They remained naked and followed the creek upstream.
August followed along, too, as he overheard the two
wondrous lads speaking about spying on the girls.
'What girls? Who girls?'
None other than Laura, Mary, Carrie, and the delicious Ma
Caroline Ingalls. Not naked, but close counts. They wore
a thin cotton body underwear outfit, but it clung to
their bodies as they splashed about a nice large pond.
Only Carrie was fully nude. Two other girls from the town
were here, along with one other "farm" girl who was semi
attractive. Albert had his eyes on her and both he and
Willie lay in among the poison oak and jerked off.
*
Other than actually participating in scrogging, spying
had to be his next favorite thing to do. And by utilizing
Stealth mode he was able to spy nicely. In the town
itself he was privy to observing on the sly various town
folks who were on the "outside" upstanding pillars of the
community. (while on the inside they were something far
less.)
Case in point: Jonathan Spivey--had a small farm outside
of town, ran the livery stables, had a small family, well
respected within the community, a proud member of the
town "committee" and helped the Rev. Alder with his
church.
But early one evening August found him doing something a
little more than what the community would approve of for
a "pillar." His daughter Amanda, four years young, was
sprawled out nakedly on her bed, her father, the Subject
and Pillar of the Community, was ALSO naked, and "riding"
her!
The child's legs were pushed back, she herself holding
them and she didn't seem to be in any distress--willing
to oblige her daddy. Her "daddy" had every inch of his
manly cock buried into the child's cunny. Very determined
he seemed to be to fuck, it wasn't his first time.
There were other daughters to the family, too, plus one
boy. There was a mommy as well. As far as August could
tell the mommy and two of the other three daughters were
out at the ranch house while the daddy, the youngest
daughter he was scroggin' on, and twelve year old son
were in the "in town home."
The daddy finally emptied his balls and almost collapsed
onto the naked child, pulled his prong out and spilled
even more juice onto her naked well fucked poon, humped
her gash and then fingering the mess with his fingers had
the child suck his cum laden fingers clean.
She nextly had the task of cleaning her daddy's cock!
Three small houses down in a quaint small abode, a man
August had seen helping the community grow by building
new buildings sat in his favorite chair in a semi-
darkened room. He wasn't alone. His daughter Amy stood
beside him, butt naked, her clothes cast off onto the
floor by the chair. The man merely had his pants down and
nothing underneath.
His hard schlong was buried to the hilt into his thirteen
year old daughter's mouth; his hand rubbing/caressing her
ass, fingering her asshole. At length the girl stood up
and positioned herself, settling down onto her daddy's
cock, her back to him. She leaned back into him and
August saw a wondrous sight of her pussy. Her daddy
fingered her pussy and tweaked her nipples as he deeply
sodomized her.
*
Across the wide dirt street in another house that was
small, quaint, and two stories, two boys (14 & 10)
sandwich fucked their 12 yr old sister. Just as the two
boys were about to cum--the bedroom door of the child
being scrogged whisked open and there stood their father.
He was not happy.
He withdrew his BELT, shut the door and grabbed his
eldest son, throwing him across the bed and ripping his
bare ass raw. The little girl huddled in a corner while
the beating commenced. The other lad tried to scurry but
was grabbed and flung across the angry pissed off
father's lap.
After both boy's had their bare asses beat tomato red the
daddy stood up and grabbed their heads one at a time and
shoved his rock hard cock into their mouths. Nothing was
said, the boys whined and swallowed their father's cock.
After both boys had sucked their father's cock (and
sucked it well) they were once more thrown across their
sister's bed and roughly sodomized.
The boys still had raging boners--they were positioned to
butt fuck one another and then--return to butt humping
their semi-willing sister! August was confused. Then, "I
told you time and time again," angrily bitched their
father, "not between the legs!" and while the boys butt
fucked their sister they were spanked repeatedly with the
belt until they filled their sister's asshole with their
juices.
*
Two house down in an upstairs room a woman lay on her
creaking wrought iron bed, naked. On her, in her, a boy
no more than twelve or so. He was riding her good,
fucking her for all he was worth. The woman thrashed
about, bucking into her lover, gripping his backside,
spanking him, seriously getting into it. August
recognized her as an upstanding member of the church
congregation, she played the church organ, taught piano
lessons and baked pies for the community. She was in her
mid thirties, short tucked up auburn hair, rather tall,
polite and spoke well and was educated in Boston. She had
one son--aye, the one on top of her. Her husband had been
killed in a mining accident two years prior to coming to
Walnut Grove.
There were others, of course: like the daddy disciplining
his ten year old daughter, having her dress up and
undergarments down, bare ass spanking. When HER ass was a
bright tomato red came to be, the daddy stopped and took
to rubbing her searing ass, fingering the hole before
finally allowing her to stand up. He shook her by the
shoulders and then slapped her young face. He scolded her
about her bad language and actions and then sent her off
to bed.
Two boys ten August observed spying on a girl about
fourteen as she bathed in a bathroom. The boys had their
cocks out and were furiously jerking off. They peered
through a dirty pane window of a small-small home at the
edge of the town. The boys were mostly hidden among the
shrubs growing along the house. The bathroom was just
that, a Bathroom. It had a wash basin, a bookcase
containing some books, oil lamps, candles, and bath
towels.
There was a real bathtub here, a yellowish porcelain
thing that was filled and refilled by pails of water--
both hot & cold. The girl bathing wasn't bad, especially
butt bare assed naked. Her hair was all down, she had
something of a chest--albeit kinda small. She took her
time bathing but at length stood and that's when the boys
saw her "triangle". They ooed and ahed and furiously
pounded their puds moreso.
August returned to his "free" hotel room and settled into
bed.
Timing is Everything
Chapter Fifteen: I Came, I Saw, I Came Some More
And so it came to pass--that August was privy to
observing young Nellie & Willie in an odd manor of
sibling relationship. Well, not so odd for August, but he
wasn't aware of how rampant it had been in the early
days. He could only assume that morals, immorality,
incest, pedophilia, rape, and other forms of sexual
violence had occurred throughout the western civilized
world since the beginning!
But only recently in HIS time, in modern day, the moral
fibers of American decency had put a stranglehold of
those non-pillar community members.
Back to Nellie and Willie.
One evening he came to see the two darting about the
town's back buildings. Some sort of "tag-your-it" game.
He took interest and followed them.
He lost them and took almost an hour to relocate them,
but by the time he did he was greatly amused: in a
building used as storage for Mr. Hansen's mill Nellie was
bent over a crate, her pretty (expensive & finest
quality) hiked up over her waist, her underclothes OFF,
legs spread, cheeks spread--and brother Willie on his
knees, his pants at his ankles, no underwear, jerking off
while his face was nicely implanted up between his
sister's ass.
"Lick it!" she scolded him.
August had to take this in and determine what was going
on exactly.
He determined that Nellie was still in charge, still
controlling, having her young brother lick her asshole.
"More!" she demanded as she pulled her cheeks apart. The
sight was incredible--August liked it.
After several minutes of licking, and jerking off, Willie
pulled back and whined, "Can I put it in you, now?"
August wasn't going anywhere--he was definitely going to
stay for this.
"Oh all right!" bitched back Nellie.
Willie was delighted, he stood and stepped up to his
sister's lily white ass and began poking her backdoor.
Nellie reached back and gripped his stick, cupped and
toyed with his balls and began rubbing his equally lily
white ass cheeks.
Willie's cock was stiff, the stiffest. Up and about his
sister's cheeks he rubbed, down to press against her
cunny. Nellie made little movement, now clinging to the
crate as she seemingly anticipated by scrogged. Willie
poked and prodded and soon began entering her. August in
Stealth mode slipped up to see exactly what "hole" he was
in.
Asshole.
Good enough. It seemed as though the boy had been there
before, he entered fully and began pumping, holding onto
her hips and pumping back and forth as fast as he could
go (and stand.)
August caressed his ass, diddled the lad's hole, clutched
his swinging bald balls and admired the odd persona of
Nellie. She didn't come off to him as one who would be
so--so--so kinky--or willing to submit.
But then again, August determined that she a little tart.
In every sense of the word, too! She was more than what
she put on for everyone else, and in that regard--so WAS
like everyone else. No better, no worse. (well, maybe a
little worse.)
After several minutes of serious stalwart pumping young
Willie began the finale of his actions; sister Nellie had
slinked her hand down between her self and was furiously
fingering her pussy. August smiled to himself, 'My, my,
would Laura love to see this!'
His smile turned to a notion.
*
After Willie successfully creamed his sister's backdoor,
Nellie promptly diddled the spunk, fondled Willie's gooey
schlong and then commanded him to "lick it clean!"
Willie wasn't about to, but--he had done so in the past
and would do so in the future. He went to his knees and
detested licking the cum spewing orifice before him. But
he placed his hands on her lily white moons, leaned in
and closed his eyes. His tongue flicked out and Nellie
loved it.
August loved it, too.
"Is it clean?" she asked.
"Yes." he replied. In essence the "hole" was clean.
Nellie turned about, pulled her pinkish lacey dress up
more, opened her legs wider and scrunched down some, "Now
you can lick me here." she said pointly rubbing her
pussy. It was a nice looking pussy, lightly furry with
blond hairs. August's Up Close and Personal observation
told him that SHE was NOT a virgin.
Willie didn't seem to mind too much going down on his
sister's snatch, it was better than her asshole. Nellie
watched him as his tongue flicked into her aching pussy,
she soon developed goose bumps and leaned back enjoying
the tonguing.
August took his turn, too: pausing young Willie and
leaving Nellie alone. Then he himself shoved his tongue
into the jittery young teen and gave her a tonguing like
she had never had before. Thereafter while Willie was
still in "pause" mode, August simply stood up and stuffed
Nellie's twat with his bone.
She was none the wiser. She had her eyes closed, mouth,
open and deeply entranced in the act of getting dicked.
She was somewhat horrified, or was that surprised--at
Willie's fucking abilities. Her young pussy was fully
tantalized as August thrust himself into her. He was
several times larger than young Willie; Nellie bucked
into him and gyrated, made odd noises and began
experiencing multiple orgasms.
August experienced one, emptied himself fully into the
girl, rubbed his cock all over her pussy, poking her
asshole, humping her gash, and spilling the last of his
seed onto her exposed midriff.
He then had Willie take his turn.
*
Sitting back and resting and out of the picture so to
speak, Nellie recovered, frigged her young cunny
furiously and seemed to look onto her young brother in a
new light. He stood just a ways from her, circle jerking
and recovering as best he could, also.
August smiled to himself again and "prompted" young
Willie to utter those immortal words, "Suck me." to his
sister.
Apparently Nellie had never sucked her brother's schlong.
She hesitated, stared at his gooey cock that was so-so
alive. Then she began scooting off of the crate and
settled to her knees before him. August was elated. The
girl timidly took her brother's prong, fondled it, made a
face as to not overly pleased at the gooey member. She
cupped his hairless fuzzies and then--leaned in, eyes
closed, sucked on the head!
*
Who didn't see this coming.
There were several ways to go about this, several. All
with incredible outcomes. He mulled each possible
outcome, the good along with the bad. What would be the
actual ultimate outcome, though? He debated and
reconsidered, but in the end he knew what would come.
A few days after the Nellie-Willie incident, after
working for both Charles Ingalls, and Mr. Hansen August
took it upon himself to initiate a family downfall. While
working with Charles August zapped him a few times to
peek into his mind only. He learned that he harbored
great lust for his daughters, mostly Mary. Laura and
Carrie were just too young to even consider. Being their
father naturally he had seen them naked, had lent a hand
in bathing and cleaning them when they were little. Even
as they grew older and mature he still saw them (now and
then) in various stages of undress.
But to Mary he sometimes did lust for her, she was sweet,
pretty, and sometimes while banging away at his wife
Caroline he fantasized about what it would be like to
bang off into Mary!?
Ms. Beadle the schoolmarm tempting his loins, too.
And Nellie? August had to ask. And for this Charles
nodded and August learned that if there was a way, a
place, and no repercussions thereafter--yeah, sure,
Charles would definitely take that prissy uppity bitchy
Nellie across his lap and spank her butt but good!
Then he would strip her down and spank her some more.
Then he would lay her out on the ground and--and--well,
you know.
*
And of adopted son, Albert?
Charles bit the bullet on that one, August had to pry
harder to get the fact that Yes, Charles would (if he
could) be naked and naughty with adopted son Albert. He
would enjoy seeing the boy nude, masturbating, and then
on his knees SUCKING. Charles wanted somewhat desperately
to ram rod the boy and to be rodded by him!
Charles had never sodomized anyone before--not even his
wife.
And of his wife, while having an afternoon lunch at the
Ingalls, while the kiddies were all away, August
naturally zapped/tapped into Caroline's mind. Seemed the
thing to do at the time. He learned that SHE had a
fascination of the illicit kind, too.
Albert was the center of this fascination, but also
beheld other illicit fantasies she shared with no one.
(not even to herself!) She beheld this illicit thoughts
as something the matter with her, but there was no one to
openly discuss it with.
Well, she hadn't yet met Doctor Moone!!!
*
And while the young'uns were away August had Caroline
strip for him. Charles had finished his lunch and headed
for town for some supplies. As soon as the wagon was over
the hill and out of sight, August smiled at Caroline as
she cleaned up from lunch and began dinner.
When her back was to him he zapped.
Scarcely had she even fondled her husband's cock. She had
been virginal up until she was 16, then was pegged by a
beau before encountering Charles. She gave herself to him
only on their wedding night. He DID suck her titties and
fingering her pussy, but that was all. They sometimes lay
side by side arms and legs akimbo, but nothing more
exotic or provocative than the simple Missionary
Position.
August laid her out on the table she had just cleaned,
butt bare assed naked, legs up along his washboard chest-
-his schlong schlepping away at her fuckable poon. And
what a poon it was, not overly tight, but pleasing
enough. It was furry, untrimmed but delightful to fuck
just the same.
As he plowed her, he casually wondered about his
ancestors--didn't he have relatives who came from
Minnesota? (which was where Walnut Grove was located) He
smirked to himself--wouldn't it be funny to run into a
distant relative--fuck her, and lo and fucking behold
discover that he had fathered himself!
That wasn't as ludicrous as it sounded. The possibility
was certain! He COULD find a distant relative, when she
was young and pretty and destined to give off-spring to
his lineage. He smirked to himself some more, it was
insane and crazy; the chances of that actually happening
were impossible.
Weren't they?
Maybe, he didn't know. He fucked Caroline into a state of
oblivion, peed on her pussy, sucked her perky motherly
nipples until his cock somewhat returned to life, then
left her. Left her naked on the table whereupon she was
awaken from her stupor to find herself exceedingly horny,
cum stains, horny, and thoughts of Willie Olseon and
adopted son Albert pegging her.
All in the Family
And so it came to pass that the Oleson children Nellie
and Willie found themselves at the Igalls' homestead--for
no particular reason that was understood--they were just
there. Everyone was there except August who was "unseen"
and directing the "play" that was to begin.
There was a slight lingering worry about the internal
Device--was it as susceptible to unannounced Shut-Down
like it was before? Or had that problem been solved
beings as now it was tucked away inside August's brain--
somehow--somewhere?
He didn't know. He knew that if a Shut-Down DID occur he
was to Ride Like the Wind as far and as fast as he could.
In the center room, the largest room of the 1870s style
abode, the show was about to begin. For this Act August
had it that the Players were all Aware, Self Aware of
what was transpiring--just unable to do thing one about
it. Only Carrie was a little difficult to control, August
assumed--and hoped, that it was due to her young age.
Regardless, he had Charles at one end of the room while
Caroline occupied space by the brick oven where all the
meals were made. They hadn't yet come into acquiring the
newest cooking concept--a stove.
Mary, Laura, and Nellie stood by the single dinning
everyday table, the chairs had been moved out of the way.
Albert stood with his back to his new Pa. Everyone was
still clothed, Carrie occupied August's lap, keeping her
entertained with a stick puppet.
What unseen forces were at work were unknown, but the
family all watched uncontrollably as young thirteen year
old Albert undressed. He stripped down completely and
then stood so as his Ma and the other girls could see his
dangling tallywhacker.
It wouldn't dangle for long.
He shuffled his feet as some compelling force guided him
to come before Mary. Mary found herself unable to move.
None of them could move unless it was by August's will.
The thing with early day clothing was that for the women,
especially the women, their clothing was rather
complicated--lots of layers and fasteners. Thankfully
Mary's dress wasn't too complicated, she had the outer
dress with a underclothing garment. Albert's shaking
hands did the deed of undoing while everyone watched in
awe.
Caroline and Charles were a little more than awed,
confused and frightened and completely at the mercy of
whatever force was at hand. The others who watched were
just mystified and stunned.
Mary's dress slid to the floor followed by her
underclothing. Albert stepped back to admire her, August
admired her from the rear. Nice, very nice. Her mother
was heartbroken and seriously confused. Her Pa stared at
her with an equally distressed face, but eyes wandering
up and down her firm ripe nude body just the same.
Albert now faced Laura. Laura put on, begging, pleading,
and carrying on so--much more than big sister Mary. She
could fuss all she wanted, it wasn't going to do her any
good. She was held in place while Albert stripped her
down.
Albert gulped a lot (a lot), sweated, too. He was nervous
and though lo he always wanted to be with his new sister
like this, this was not how he wanted it. (tough) August
had Albert run his hands up and down Laura's ass, her
legs and then up her backside. He stood back and took a
long gander at her frontal nudity, eyes focused on her
peach fuzz laden poon.
It was then Willie's turn, to strip the clothes off of
his sister Nellie.
Nellie put up quite a fuss, moreso than Laura had. It
didn't do her any god either. She was just embarrassed
(greatly) about being nude with everyone else. Caroline
was still distressed, Mary upset, Laura fussing, Charles
observing in reserved distress.
With the three girls now nude, it was the boys' turn.
(er, or the girls' turn--whichever!) lol
Mary and Laura had the task of undressing their brother.
Albert stood quiet and did nothing. He was a bit nervous
and shot looks to his Ma & Pa. When his underclothing was
tugged down by his sisters, his prong stood gallantly
upright. Everyone could see it, August held the giddy
bouncy little Carrie in his lap, holding her firm and
still so as not to interfere with her family.
It was Mary who gripped her brother's prong, slowly
squeezing the member and going up and down while Laura
caressed his naked ass and clutched at his fuzzy
testicles.
"Kiss it." August commanded. The "command" was received,
and perceived. But Mary held back as much as she could
until she could no longer--in one manner she wouldn't
really mind doing such a deed to her brother--but on the
other hand it was disgusting and dirty and immoral and
wrong and dirty and disgusting.
But intriguing just the same. She leaned forward and
before everyone's eyes kissed the head of the cock.
Albert stood getting harder and harder. Caroline lowered
her head and silently wept, still fraught with confusion
of how this was happening, why it was happening, and why
she could not do anything about it.
From gentle kissing to full cock sucking--Mary engulfed
the prong and devoured it. Albert cinched up tight--
getting sucked was wonderful. Laura continued to rub his
ass and fondle his balls, every inch of his teen cock
slid effortlessly in and out of Mary's lovely-lovely
mouth.
Just a minute or two of sucking and then Laura had HER
turn.
Followed by a very distraught Nellie.
With Nellie August had the girl on her knees, hands to
Albert's ass, and power sucking him. Willie stood nearby
and while Nellie slurped Albert, Mary and Laura serviced
Willie.
Cum spurted into Nellie's mouth; she retched, gagged,
sputtered and made lots of distasteful noise. She was
appalled and disgusted, slightly humiliated, too. Albert
continued (on his own) pumping into Nellie's mouth--and
when she pulled free he simply humped her pretty face and
emptied the rest of his juices onto her chest.
Willie was doing a fine job, too; clenching tightly his
fingers to his sides, his toes curling up so to the
floorboards for grip. Both Mary & Laura were fine
cocksuckers; while one sucked the cock the other sucked
on the dangling fuzzies.
Both girls shared in slurping on the jiz that was
spilled. Willie's eyes rolled and he seemed to be very
unable to breathe. The girls remained on their knees,
gulping, smacking their lips and recovering. It wasn't so
light in the room so August couldn't tell rightly for
sure if whether or not Pa Charles had a boner going or
not--it was assumed, though.
Time to move this along--and ensure that Pa Charles got a
boner!
*
Mary was helped up onto the handmade dinning table. She
laid out with legs dangling over. Albert got between
those legs, admired the furry patch before him and with
just a little encouragement from the Unseen August,
Albert began fingering Mary's twat.
The "lips" were pulled open and the inner being of the
snatch was closely examined--admired. Albert began a
steady two minute cunt lick; his fingers delving into the
tunnel of extreme pleasure; fingering her close at hand
bung hole, nipping the engorged clit. When it could be
seen that his cock had indeed returned to full strength
he stood and began angling his prong into her. Mary
tightened up, Nellie and Laura stared in absolute awe.
Albert slid his prong all the way in and steadily began
humping. Willie watched in amazement--assuming full well
that HIS turn was next!
Albert humped, pumped, flexed his sweating ass muscles
nearly all on his own--once the sex act was in progress
there was little need to "hold" him. Mary, too. Mary
twisted, shown signs of protest, but for the most part
humped back and somewhat enjoyed it.
His first honest orgasm in where an orgasm belonged--it
was fantastic! He was stunned himself at how wondrous the
deed was. He marveled, stared down at the lovely girl,
her perky nipples erect, face awash in sweat and lustful
awe. She, too, had cum, the feeling was sensational! It
was more than she expected.
Albert humped until he could hump no more. His cock
remained in the sopping wet cunny until finally he
managed to pull out. Even doing that felt wondrous. He
shuddered, ass muscles tightening, his cock still pulsing
and shooting bits of cum.
On trembling legs he stood, leaning against the table for
support, sweat dripping off of him. It was glorious!
Glorious Centurion, glorious!
*
Caroline once more hung her head as Willie Oleson climbed
onto Mary. Laura twisted in place as she could no nothing
more. Nellie whined and looked on in horror, awe, fright,
and only mild curiosity.
Caroline was helpless, hopeless, 110% distraught. It was
only to get worse. She could only stand at the wall and
watch helplessly, hopelessly as the horror continued
relentlessly.
Charles seemed to be okay, a little concerned but
otherwise okay with what was happening--as horrible as it
seemed to be regardless. August continued to keep little
Carrie occupied, tickling her and keeping her interested
in the stick puppet.
Willie continued in his efforts fucking Mary. His doings
were somewhat different than that of Albert, he was
slower. He paused now and then to shudder, fully sinking
all of his organ into Mary's super pussy, it popped out
every now and then and he humped her gash a few times
before slipping back in where it belonged. When after
Willie Oleson finally orgasmed and stood by the still cum
dripping Albert, Laura got up onto the table; but not
into a Fuck Me position. She instead mounted her sister,
sitting down onto Mary's face and then laying down on
her--assuming the wonderful 69er position.
August doubted that anyone in the room knew of the
wonderful advanced position, everyone watched as Laura
and Mary began tonguing one another's poon. Mary gripped
Laura's ass and flicked her tongue to her sister's cunt,
pulling the cheeks wide open revealing the experience to
her horrified Ma who stood just a few feet beyond.
August was now hard pressed to keep himself from joining
in, but he was far from done with the family. Not just
yet. Albert had sufficiently "rested" so he got the
lovely task of coming around the table to Mary's head and
Laura's ass. He rubbed the girl's butt, fingered the hole
and as Caroline thought for sure she would lose her ever
lovin' mind, the boy began poking and prodding his way
into the hole.
Laura wasn't overly pleased with licking Mary's cum laden
cunt, she was equally displeased when Albert began making
anal entry into her. There was nothing she could do,
though, but cling to Mary, continue noshing, and accept
it.
Albert was obliging, very. August delighted in the boy's
doing. Albert detested merely having to perform his duty
while in the presence of everyone else. Blocking
"everyone else" out of his mind he entered Laura's
backdoor and sunk himself fully. His cock had just begun
to ache from the incessant humping.
After Albert had done his despicable deed, he nearly
collapsed onto Laura, he had very little strength for
anything else. He shot a mighty wad, though, into Laura's
backdoor. His whole body shuddered, his mouth and eyes
were no longer his to control.
No one moved, no one spoke, no one breathed. Albert
finally pulled himself together and pulled his weenie out
of Laura's well lubed hole. Mary was seen to be "cumming"
herself. She had had the narly task of sucking onto
Albert's swinging balls as he fucked.
The ordeal was tumultuous--but it was still only the
beginning.
*
Willie took his turn, naturally--but this time Mary was
on top of Laura. And, as an added bonus--while Willie
pounded Mary's corn hole, Nellie got in the act by being
on her knees and licking out Laura's pussy. Nellie wasn't
so pleased with this and neither was Laura. Not at first.
Mary grunted as Willie pegged, and she couldn't help it,
either, but in her distress she urinated onto sister
Laura! Laura protested but wasn't 100% sure for certain
what the stuff was that came coating her face. Already
she had had some cum drench her, she was appalled with
Willie's bare balls in her face, Mary's cunt, the whole
horrible ordeal. She didn't know who was tongue lashing
her pussy and only partially enjoyed it.
It was now time for Ma and Pa's turn.
*
For Ma it was just a simple matter of having her stripped
down--by Albert and Willie. It could be seen in her face
how distraught she was, confused at how she was unable to
stop to horrendous act befalling her. Charles, too, was
alarmed and mystified; then Mary, Laura, and Nellie came
to HIM--stripping away HIS clothes.
With Ma removed from her clothing, the boys stood
gallantly before her with major erections, even though
Caroline was older, a mother, an adult, the boys held her
aloft higher than the likes of Nellie, Mary, and Laura.
Their young eyes feasted (feasted) on her motherly
breasts, down her body to her nakedness, her motherly
wonderment of all mankind.
'Get on the table.' August Mind-linked with her. Caroline
frantically tried to resist but could not. She found her
body doing something she did not want it to do and it
frustrated her. Onto the table she went, laying down with
legs dangling over, legs open. Albert went first, going
down on her nappy dugout and munching like a pro. Willie
got the auspicious task of climbing up onto the table and
up against Caroline's head. Caroline then placed her hand
up between the youth's legs and fondled his ass, balls,
and asshole--all the while taking his puddling into her
mouth for a nice long suck.
And speaking of sucking.
Mary, Laura, and Nellie were doing a fine job on Charles'
schlong. Each girl took her turn, squeezing his manly
balls, sucking every inch of his manly cock bringing him
close to orgasm. Nellie was already detested by having to
suck Willie and Albert's cock, then to be forced
(somehow) to suck Laura's pussy. Now she was (somehow
again) sucking away at Mr. Ingalls' cock! It was into
Nellie's sweet mouth that Charles did cum. He couldn't
help it nor stop it. But Mary and Laura got their share,
just the same, there was plenty to go around. But the
first great gob of man juice filled Nellie's mouth, she
retched, gagged and nearly vomited. Mary then took her
Pa's cock and jerked it a little more getting more
jutting juices into her mouth and onto her face.
Laura got her turn and then.
They watched as Willie still got his cock sucked but now
Albert was on top of Caroline, his cock buried to the
hilt into the woman's pussy. He was fucking like he knew
how. Caroline's free hand cupped his ass and endured the
incredible ordeal that was semi pleasing but still
terrible just the same.
Albert fucked for all he was worth, he humped and bucked,
grunted and went through the stages of experiencing a
tumultuous orgasm. But he didn't shoot. His was empty.
But the feeling, the sensation of ejaculation was still
there and that counted. He shuddered, froze up and bucked
like a rapid dog or rabbit and then rested with his pud
still in Caroline's cunt.
Caroline's titties were pert, the nipples pointy. Willie
fondled them and began squirting his young pre-teen
juices onto Caroline's face. Caroline was cumming
herself, juices flowed from her cunny to pool 'neath her
ass.
Charles now had a raging boner that wouldn't quit.
Sooooo, August had Mary turn about, grip the table with
her hands and stand back, Charles peeled away from the
wall he had been clinging to and stepped up--unbelieving
how this was actually happening--his cock he angled
himself to his daughter's backdoor and began penetrating
her.
Mary twisted and gyrated--Pa's cock was soooooo much
bigger than Albert's or Willie's. Her butt muscles
tightened up and the "invasion" had difficulties
breaching. But no worries, dire determination and all
that finally prevailed and Pa's cock WAS in, to the hilt.
Laura had a grip on the dangling swelled balls, Nellie
caressing the man's ass, and sodomy was a done deal.
Albert finally pulled out and off of his Ma, massaged his
cock and watched May taking in the ass. He was lathered
in sweat, he never thought in all his fantasies about
doing Caroline that it would be so good. Willie took up
position and began his turn. Albert rubbed Willie's ass
until he was "commanded" to get up the table and "give
yer Ma a taste!"
*
With Pa's juices flowing out of Mary's corn hole, it was
up to Laura to lap the hole clean--while Nellie had the
task of cleaning Pa's cock. She didn't want to, protested
and even Charles thought that it was a bit much. But he
couldn't prevent it from happening and August was in his
glory.
On the sly he had begun undressing little Carrie. No body
seemed to be paying her any attention, not even noticing
that she was in a sitting position but not actually
"sitting" on anything!
Nellie retched and gagged as she took Charles' gangly
member into her mouth. Laura retched and gagged herself
as Mary's corn hole was not overly pleasing to lick out.
But then both girls had the task of cleaning out
Caroline's quim, both licking the furry cum laden
drenched twat at the same time--which segued into having
the girls stand and embrace one another and push their
tongues into one another's mouths for a deep serious
Frenching!
Mary then came to climb up onto the table and squat onto
her Ma's face. Albert then caressed Mary's ass and licked
the hole himself (before applying his aching cock to the
hole and fucking it.) Caroline gripped Albert's ass,
pulling the cheeks wide and sucked on his balls as well
as Mary's sopping wet cunny.
Charles moved up and began poking Albert's corn hole,
fingering it out and deftly pushing his own aching organ
into his adopted son's backdoor. Nellie and Laura were
still in a lip lock, fondling one another's ass and
making all kinds of noises--displeasing noises as their
doings were not to their liking.
Scene 1/Act II
On the floor Nellie lay on her back. Laura sat on her
face and after having drunk three glasses of water,
spanked on the ass hard 'cause she refused to comply to
the Mind-link command, she finally submitted and began
urinating on Nellie's face.
Charles was buried to the hilt in Nellie's cunt, fucking
steadily and watching intently as Laura peed and Nellie's
bouncing young titties. When the orgasm began in earnest
Charles both emptied his load in Nellie's cunt and then
pulled out--as per commanded, shooting what was left onto
Nellie's bare tummy. Laura went down to lick up the
spilled splooge as well as suck clean her Pa's cock.
Beside them on the bear skin rug Caroline Ingalls was on
all fours with Albert in her ass and Willie underneath,
sucking on her pussy as well as Albert's swinging balls.
Scene 1/Act III
The sun had set and the spunk had been spent. Charles was
exhausted, as were Albert and Willie. They had cum all
they could and could cum no more. Both Albert and Willie
had assumed the "doggie-style" position and been reamed
out by Charles, spanked and peed on. They had been
spanked and peed on with Mary and Laura squatting both on
their faces as well as their private parts.
Caroline held out the longest but finally straddled the
boys' faces (each in turn) and showered them with her
pee. Mary and Laura sat up on their knees while Albert &
Willie stood before them peeing on them.
The girls sucked the boys' cocks afterwards while Charles
finally put his dick into his wife's cunt and fucked her
into oblivion. Thereafter no one moved, no one had the
energy.
By then August had little Carrie naked. She was tired,
fussy, bitchy, and no longer in the mood to play with the
stick puppet. August had another puppet for her to play
with and promptly boned her. She was virginal, was. He
licked her out, spanked her lightly, and entered her
young super tight cunny.
When done he had the boys lick her out and press their
super aching schlongs to her cunny, as well as her Pa's.
The boys (and Pa) really didn't want to sink so low as to
molest such a young child. But again, they were powerless
and humped young Carrie before the wild horrified eyes of
the others.
Invisible August sat back in a chair and placed Carrie on
his lap, had her straddle him and take his cock up into
her pussy. Gripping her ass he guided her up and down his
cock until he filled her young pussy with his love
juices.
Carrie was not overly pleased and wailed.
August then had the boys fuck the little girl--the boys
wailed more than Carrie did, their cocks ached so.
Charles did the task lastly and then there was a knock
upon the door.
Nells & Harriet Oleson--searching for their missing
children. Scene 1/Act IV
Can we say GangBang? Orgy? Fuck Me, Suck Me, Fuck Me some
more? While Charles and the boys rested, the girls and
Caroline rested, Nells and his uppity snooty wife
undressed and for the first time ever, Nells got a blow
job. He had never ever even had heard of such a thing.
But it was wondrous. It was slightly appalling to be in
the midst of everyone else and all that but it couldn't
be helped.
Nells licked out his daughter Nellie firstly, then sucked
on Mary and Laura, sucked on their titties and made
vaginal entry into Nellie thereafter. Nellie lay on the
table with her dainty ass up to the edge. Harriet was
beside herself and deeply tried to protest the horrible
offense.but Charles came up behind her and crammed his
ever fucking cock up into her asshole.
Totally mystified was Nells as he schlepped his salami
into his beautiful daughter's cunny. His mind was
virtually empty of all thought, only striving to fuck,
enjoy the fuck, and contemplate on more fucking. It was a
wondrous thing, he did realize that yea it was immoral,
illicit, wrong, and so forth--but those things were
downplayed as the sensation of the deed outweighed the
barbarity.
When he had last had cum, humped and strained all he
could, pulled out and humped his daughter's gash, he
stepped back on wobbly legs and watched as Mary's tongue
cleaned the cum laden cunt and Laura took his cock and
sucked it clean!
Albert and Willie were sandwich fucking Harriet--Willie
in her pussy while Albert pegged her from behind. Charles
emptied his splooge into Caroline on the floor, giving
Harriet the optimum view of his cock entering the pussy.
Once Laura had finished sucking clean Nells' cock, Nells
got Mary into a doggie-style and reamed her asshole.
Albert withdrew from Harriet's ass and stuffed himself
into Mary's mouth.
*
On and on it went, through the long night with virtually
everyone's hole getting sopping wet with goo. Caroline
and Harriet eventually got into a 69er, were spanked and
peed on and multi fucked--that is to say all three of
their "holes" were filled with cock at the same time.
Nells took a turn, too, at penetrating young Carrie. Cum
the morning and August took his leave of the family. He
too had taken his turns with the Ingalls and Olson
children, Caroline and Harriet, too. His finale was
simply instilling the nastiness to continue. On their
own. Forever. They would secretly meet and carry on
sexually, in the house, in the barn, in the countryside--
wherever and whenever the need struck them. They would
fully endorse and enjoy the wild wills of sexual intimacy
among them, swapping, incest, orgies.
It took until nigh noon the following day for these
notions to take affect. August had no idea if ever these
notions would/should wear off. If they did, oh well--he
would be long gone by then.
He had settled his accounts in town, bought a horse,
equipped himself with provisions and assorted personal
items and headed off for the wild unknown.
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*The Wild Unknown coming up in Chapter 16...this ain't
over yet, folks.*
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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