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August Moone--Timing Is Everything III
(M+f+m+, ped, nc, v, mc, parody)
by Bootscooter (simplerecipes@msn.com)
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Timing is Everything
Chapter 16: The Adventure Continues
There was the realization that he could have just as well
stayed with the Ingalls, to see how it all worked out
after all. But he had had his fill and it was time to
move on, perhaps mosey down to St. Louis, New Orleans, or
Arizona...
Strongly he felt that "getting back home in 2000" was a
no-go. It wasn't going to happen. He was still mystified
as to how the Device ended up in his noggin' anyhow!
There was naught to do but deal with it, maybe locate
some of his old relatives, find his great-great-great
grandma when she was young and hot and score with her!
That'd screw up the time line for sure!
He knew his geography fairly well, the geography of 2000,
the geography of 1875 he was a little fuzzy on. And
beings that it WAS 1875, Old West, it was wise to be wary
and leery and on guard--Indians were still mighty
unsettled and bandits roamed the wild lands, too.
A mountain path took him up into some rough country, he
spent a week just meandering around, finding a few stray
cattle he helped himself to some fresh steak. It was a
little gross and he determined that in the future he
would just order one from a restaurant. Fishing was
better and he nailed one deer.
Living in the rough was alright, he did miss the Ingalls'
hospitality, Walnut Grove as a whole, as well. When the
first snows began to fall his thoughts rested solely on
the Ingalls. A nice warm fire, a bed, hot soup,
cornbread, fresh milk. His own grub was getting sparse,
the weather turning on him the higher he went, but he
wanted to get up and over the mountain ridge and down
into new territory he assumed would be one of the
Dakotas, or possibly Iowa, maybe even Nebraska, he wasn't
sure.
Soon the days got as cold as the nights. His horse was
not approving of the weather change or the insistence of
continuing the futile adventure. August had to agree--he
was getting no where fast. The mountain path seemed to
wind on and on and on forever. So he struck off on
another path that supposedly led downward. Now he was
totally lost. Another week went by, he ran afoul of a one
pissed off territorial badger, chased for miles by an
even pissed off bear. He fell against a rock and bruised
some ribs, clunked his head and knew that he had a
concussion.
His luck was not so good.
Well, at least there weren't any Indians...
He did come upon a faded parchment-like poster tacked to
a tree:
WANTED
Dakota Jones
Armed Robbery
Stage Coach Robbery
Rape Murder General Mayhem
Territorial Marshall Max Guillion
Dodge City, Kansas
Wanted Dead or Alive $5,000
A bad case of the heebie-jeebies August got after reading
that.
He kept riding.
Come the beginning of his 3rd week out from Walnut Grove
his horse he had come to call Tonto began freaking out.
Rearing up some and acting very goofy. August was not
amused and became very wary. He wished his internal
Device had some sort of ability to see objects he himself
could not see, or at least detect them, or something.
He was at length able to calm the horse down, August
strained to listen and detect for himself what had
spooked Tonto. He figured either a snake, or Indians.
Either one he was not cool with. Both were deadly,
vicious, and deadly. He wanted no part of either one of
them.
After backing his horse up a bit and securing him to a
bush August slinked off into the rough, prowling, pausing
and listening. In one hand he bared a Colt revolver, the
other hand a Bowie knife. He had a Springfield rifle with
the horse.
There was nothing to hear but insects buzzing. Nothing
stirred. August made a few more stalwart prowlings and
finally came upon a man. Laying down prone upon the
ground with a huge blood stain on his backside. He didn't
have any boots on, either. Flies were already swarming
and so August assumed that the man had been dead there
for sometime. Carefully August stole out of the rough and
up to where the man lay. To his surprise the man was
still actually alive. But barely. He had been shot in the
chest and had lost a lot of blood. He wasn't going to be
alive for very much longer, August had no way of reaching
any doctor.
August did what he could, though, trying to stop the
blood. The man gave his name as Max Guillion. August had
to think a moment.
"Sweet Jesus, yer the Marshall?"
The man nodded.
Frantically August gulped and thought, thought carefully,
then looked cautiously all around him. This was bad, this
was very bad.
"Jones--" the Marshall blathered.
"What?"
"Jones, Dakota Jones the man I've been tracking--"
"He shot you?"
Marshall Guillion nodded that it was so.
"How long ago, when?"
To that Guillion couldn't recall.
August was in a fix, he knew that he was no angel, no
saint, but he couldn't let the man die.
But he did. Late that night he gave his final breath.
August fixed him up some trout and did the best he could
to keep him warm and comfortable.
"He's got my guns." the Marshall had spoke, "Make sure
they get back to my deputy."
August promised, but made no guarantees.
The ground was not the best into which to make a grave,
but in hopes of scoring points with the Man Upstairs he
did the best he could and offered the former Marshall of
Dodge City a prayer. He then took his leave and scurried
onward. (in hopes of NOT encounter Dakota Jones.
*****
For the next few days he followed a path that turned into
a trail. The trail led along the side of a huge hill
overlooking a great valley. Some farm land could be seen
way out in the distance, but between the bottom of the
hill and the farm land--desolation. Scrub oak and pockets
of greenery here and there, but mostly high desert
desolation.
He could handle the coldness of it all if it weren't for
the dang wind, the wind was fierce and several times
nearly knocked him off the horse, and several more times
Tonto misstepped and very nearly sent the both of them
sprawling.
August hoped that the trail led somewhere--why else would
it be?
Snow coated the boulders and ground, he saw not one deer,
no birds, nothing. He at length, though, smelled smoke.
That was good thing. Urging his steed on he came upon a
small abode, rustic and possibly a hunter's shack or a
rancher's outpost.
A horse was here and August infamous Narly Senses kicked
in.
A new nuance to the imbedded Device suddenly came to
light: zoom.
Power zoom in fact, and also giving him the ability--and
a tumultuous headache thereafter--of "seeing thru walls."
It was not in color bad black & white, kind of gray with
tinges of green along the edges--but what the hell, it
worked!
Tonto August brought around some huge boulders and where
the wind wouldn't be so fierce--and where Tonto would be
unseen. August himself utilized the Invisibility
Stealthmode and trotted off to the shack.
Inside it was warm with a nice blazing fire, a huge cast
iron kettle over the fire, it wasn't too light only a
small lantern gave off any light. It was rustic and bare
minimum furnishing further instilling into August that
the shack was either-or a hunter's quick abode during a
winter hunt or a rancher's outpost.
Inside was chaos, too.
A terrified woman was already tussed up with a gag in her
mouth sitting up against the back wall of the small
shack. She was terrified, terrified because center stage
was a lean tall man bent on creating as much chaos as
possible. The woman-mother was terrified because the
situation was getting out of hand. In the corner by the
fireplace were two young children, approx. 8 and 10 years
young. There, too, were two teenagers about 15 years
young.
In a way, a small way, August was okay with the center of
attraction-bringer of chaos. He was doing what August
would do under the circumstances. But when the man turned
about, August froze. (although he was already nearly
frozen as it was...)
Pinned to the man's shirt was a badge, a US Marshall's
badge. The man had long stringy black hair, wild fiery
black eyes, a slight beard and terror to give in his
eyes. He was basically pissed off 'cause there weren't no
booze about. So, in lieu of booze--narly business! August
began blinking his eyes and concentrating, formulating a
plan and a manner into which to get him out of the
fucking cold! Only the center of attraction, supreme
bandit Dakota Jones was his target, he himself was still
in invisible mode so that was no matter. Dakota being so
pissed off, though, capturing his fucked up mind was not
easy. 'especially through log walls.
Sooooo, August made some noise, tossing chunks of wood.
Dakota freaked out and hit the floor. The teen boy of the
cabin looked as if though he were about to take advantage
of the situation, but held back. The teen girl beside him
just trembled in place.
Dakota finally peeked out a small crack at the door. He
had a rifle and was wearing a gun belt, the former belt
worn by Marshall Guillion. The cabin/shack had only one
window but it was boarded up for the winter. The
cabin/shack was desolated, set high up on the mountain
ridge above the valley, it WAS an outpost for a rancher,
used mostly in the late spring, though, when the cattle
were prone to wandering.
"Who's out there!?" shouted Dakota Jones. Caution was the
name of the game, invisible or not a gun shot wound would
not be a good thing, he was still a human, he could still
touch things and things could touch him. He waited to see
if the murdering bastard would step out of the cabin. His
paranoia prevented him from doing such, though, and
August had to chance it.
The door was open just a crack, just enough to allow
peeking at a minimal and the barrel of the Winchester
sticking out. Trying as hard as he could August carefully
stepped out to be able to get a dead-reckoning eyesight
to the very wanted man.
But he was unable to get a lock. This frightened August,
the door shut and August sat befuddled. "Son-of-a-bitch!"
he moaned. He deemed that it was probably because of the
angle, the weather, or something like a combination of
the two. He didn't know but it pissed him off.
He could still see into the cabin, though, that was a
plus. He pulled his clothes up about him tighter and
waited for an opportunity.
Meanwhile...
Annoyed and pissed off even more Dakota grabbed the
pretty teenage girl Arlene. Naturally the boy not her
brother tried to intervene. He was too small and wiry and
not a threat and was thrust back to the floor--the
Winchester twirled in the wanted man's hand and pressed
against the would be hero's chest.
"I'll blow you clear to fuckin' China you do that again,
boy!"
The man meant it and the girl wailed in desperation,
"It's all right, Mark."
To wit Dakota Jones got a laugh and jeered the hapless
teenage boy, moving the rifle down to the boy's groin.
"Don't piss me off, boy, just don't."
The boy gulped and nodded. He was wiry, thin build, blond
hair and hazel blue eyes. A farm boy or something close
and not related closely to the others. (he was a distant
trouble cousin from a city)
"Take off them clothes!" barked Jones.
The girl's eyes of green widened in absolute horror. Her
mouth hung agape and the barked order had to be repeated.
Her mother was going nuts, frantically pleading through
the gag in her mouth.
From the floor Mark made a pitiful noise as the rifle
barrel pressed into his groin. Arlene wailed and brought
her hands together pleading. The rifle fired.
August jumped.
So did everyone else. Mark lost consciousness and
everyone thought for sure that he had had his privates
blown to China. It was suddenly all quiet in the small
one room. Jones glared at the quietly sobbing Arlene, his
nostrils flared and the look of all dead-out seriousness
became etched on his face.
"Now you looka here, missy--you best do as yer fuckin'
told 'fore I get mad."
The hapless girl nodded and began undoing the pretty
green lace of her citified dress.
"Come on, come on, speed it up!" bitched the man.
August shuddered as the cold air was getting to him.
There was still no movement from the teenage cousin.
Dakota cast his eyes to the two small children, Adam ten
and Jennifer eight. Arlene saw this and quickly strove to
undress. But she was too slow and the man brazenly began
ripping at her clothes. In a futile attempt to fight back
she was knocked to the single table and held in position
bend over against it.
Mother Katherine Reecey was flipping out, bawling,
screaming, losing it. She had unwittingly allowed the
"marshall" entrance to the cabin, her and the children
had fallen on hard times and were without their
father/uncle. They had been with a wagon train but had
fallen in with a notorious group of no-goodniks up to no
good. They lost everything but their lives and somehow
managed to find the log shack.
Their misfortune continued. Dakota fondled the distraught
Arlene, spanking her still clothed ass, feeling up and
down her torso. August had mixed feelings--he was
basically pissed that the situation was so out of hand--
and that he himself was not inside doing the same thing!
Again he went through the motions of picking and choosing
the Programs he wanted and Sending them. He tasted a bit
of blood from his nose and there was a ringing in his
ear, too. That was a bit unusual. The extreme headache
was not. He figured these things came when he was
utilizing the embedded technology a bit too much,
stressing it out or something.
But nothing. Dakota went on spanking and pressing himself
up against the girl, then stood back and aiming the rifle
at the children, bid her to strip him down, take his
pants down.
Arlene was beside her, this was horrible.
There was slight movement from Mark.
On her knees she fought back the horror and tugged
Dakota's dark gray pants down. He wore simple red long
underwear and Arlene was commanded to "fish it out." and
he knew that she knew what that meant.
"Nooooooo!" she stammered, as did her hysterical mother.
Dakota clicked the rifle and Arlene fighting back the
horror some more "fished" out Dakota's cock. It wasn't
too hard, but close counts. "Stroke it." commanded Dakota
further. Arlene complied but with eyes shut.
She stroked and stroked and stroked, cupped his balls and
squeezed his cock at the base. Mark was sitting up, back
against the only door, rubbing and holding his groin
area, staring at the blasted hole in the floorboards
where he had lain.
"Kiss it." came the ultimate command. Arlene wasn't about
to. She thrust her pretty head to and fro and Dakota in a
fit of rage dropped the rifle--it fired off a round and
Dakota slammed his cock into Arlene's mouth.
Luckily the rifle round didn't hit anything--or anybody.
Both little Adam and Jenny wet themselves. August would
have if it weren't so damn cold. He shuddered and kept
trying with the Device...
After several pumps in the mouth Dakota stood back and
finished disrobing, he masturbated, scratched his ass and
balls and then leered at the pretty Arlene. He said
something but August missed it, the wind was beginning to
pick up and if he didn't get his ass inside that cabin he
was going to be as frozen as the chunks of wood he was
with.
One of the Marshall's six shooters Dakota removed from
its holster, he examined it and walked casually over to
the two horrified ultra frightened kiddies. He grabbed up
the little boy by the head of the hair yanking him to his
feet. The little girl naturally jumped up to attack, so
did Mark and Arlene.
Dakota fought them off, slinging the little backwards and
sending her crashing headlong into the pile of wood. She
lay very still thereafter. Arlene was thrown back against
the table and Mark was popped in the mouth and found the
six shooter barrel in his mouth.
"How's about I change from blowing yer balls off to
blowin' yer fuckin' brains out the back of yer fuckin'
head?"
The boy sensibly and wisely ceased all attack actions.
(he too had pissed himself...)
Dakota then turned his attention back to Arlene.
"You aint outta them clothes YET!" he barked.
Once Arlene was butt naked, she lay out on the table,
legs open, body trembling. Dakota massaged his organ,
licking his lips. Young Mark couldn't help but gaze upon
the young girl, his cousin. August couldn't tell if the
lad had a boner going or not, but supposed that he did.
Despite the freezing cold, August had one going himself.
With the six shooter still in his mouth, Mark wasn't
likely to put up any fight or protest. He stood
absolutely still, even when the Intruder barked his next
command--commanding Arlene to come over and strip down
her brother!
The command was carried out, with the mother sitting in
the background with rent wrists and ankles, completely
exhausted from her frantic doings of futile protest.
There was still no movement from the little girl and
August thought the worst had happened to her. The little
boy cowered in a dark corner.
Once Mark was nude, Arlene had the task of massaging the
boy's bone--it was stiff. It got stiffer with Arlene
gripping it, clutching his nut sac, rubbing his ass, the
whole nine yards. She, too, KISSED it and kissed Dakota's
again, too.
She sucked on both cocks. August was miffed, this was HIS
doing!
The boy's ass muscles flexed as he strove NOT to pump
into his cousin's mouth. Arlene retched, gagged, choked,
and nearly vomited as she slurped on the two cocks, the
balls and as well licked up Mark's crack. Arlene then had
to return to the table and lay on it with her legs opened
wide, hands to her side. Mark then had to go to her, on
his knees, and lick her.
Compliance was not exactly complied to quickly, the two
teens did their best to stall and carry on--forcing
Dakota to once more grab a holt of Adam's young head and
wrench him upwards...then in a flash the lad's wool pants
were down and he was bent over Dakota's knee, the trap
door of the long underwear the boy wore was ripped down
and the barrel of the six-shooter crammed into the lad's
hole.
Nothing was said. Nothing needed saying, Mark went to his
knees, parted his cousin's cunny "lips" and proceeded in
noshing.
Dakota worked the barrel of the gun deeper into the young
boy's rectum, sodomizing him nicely. His other hand he
held on to the lad's hair, holding it up tightly, forcing
him to watch as cousin Mark "mounted" Arlene and entered
her.
The mother finally lost it completely and passed out.
STANDING on Mark's back Dakota took his turn and fucking
young Arlene. He squeezed her nipples, nipped and bit
them, creamed deeply into her pussy and jammed the barrel
of the revolver up into her well deflowered fucked cunny,
worked it around a bit and then made her suck on the
barrel.
Arlene was ruthlessly wrenched over and spanked hard,
Mark had to come and position himself on the table and
insert his cock into her mouth. The ordeal was
incredible. Dakota was August's kind of man, if he
weren't so ruthless.
With the six shooter Arlene was promptly odorized. She
was further sodomized with Dakota's cock. He slammed her
deeply and relentlessly until he could go no more. There
was nothing but still silence in the shack, only the
crackling fire in the fireplace and the slapping balls
against Arlene's ass made the only sound.
When done, Dakota wrenched Mark up from the floor and
pressed his face into Arlene's tormented ass--"Lick it
clean!" Dakota sneered.
When Mark fought back to the disgusting task of licking
Arlene's cum laden asshole, Dakota then simply wrench the
lad into a new position--"Either you fuckin' lick HER
hole clean--" he jeered and shoved his gangly ultra funky
cock up against the boy's face--"Or you SUCK my cock!"
The boy chose to lick his cousin's corn hole.
Thereafter he was put to his knees and sodomized roughly
with the six shooter--before Dakota stepped up and fucked
him himself. *****
Katherine Reecey awoke just as her nephew had completed
the task of licking her pussy. Hours had passed and the
boy's cock had sufficiently recovered enough to proceed.
Dakota, too. August was near frozen stiff outside the
woodpile and didn't know how much more longer he could
stand it.
Katherine had been stripped down to her Birthday Suit by
Arlene and Mark, Mark had licked her out and Arlene sat
on her face. Katherine did NOT flick her tongue into her
daughter's snatch, she was out of her mind and no longer
capable of processing information.
Mark put his dick into the womanly love tunnel and humped
while being mercilessly spanked by the man's belt. When
Mark showed signs of orgasming he pulled free and fired a
load both onto Katherine's midriff and belly as well as
onto his cousin's chest. Naturally demented Dakota made
Arlene go down and suck on cousin Mark's cock, then lick
up the juices from her mother's cunt. Dakota himself then
re-entered the girl's tight tormented asshole, smacking
her hips and riding her for several minutes.
When he was done he prompted Mark to rear enter his aunt.
Arlene, still poised on her mother's face held back the
legs while Mark scooted about on the floor and angled his
cock into his aunt's backdoor. Again Arlene had the
unmitigated task of cleaning Mark's cock as well as her
mother's asshole.
*****
The cold air was getting too much for him, the Device
embedded into his noggin' was winking/blinking out.
Dakota Jones had tied up Mark and Arlene, helped himself
to some beans cooking in the pot, looked to the still
lifeless form of the little girl, kicked the boy, then
settled onto the small cot-like bed. August worried about
the little girl, then worried more about himself.
He then thought of Tonto. Out in the front there was the
man's horse, he assumed was actually Marshall Guillion's.
Slowly he moved from the cabin/shack and back to where he
had left dapple gray horse. On the lee side of the great
boulders the wind was not so fierce, the air was still
cold, but the lack of wind made it more tolerable.
He petted the horse, apologized and considered hard his
next move.
Which was preempted by Tonto reacting to something August
wasn't aware of. After hunkering down he caught sight of
movement in the woods. A long time he held his breath and
waited; a deer, bear, cougar?
No such luck. It was a pair of Indians.
Most Indians August figured he could deal with, he went
on the assumption that he was in the Dakotas, north or
south but he wasn't sure. Only the Blackfeet and a few
other tribes were mostly dangerous, the Lakotas, too.
Among others. Sucking in a cold swath of air August
maintained his position--hunkered down and entering into
stealth mode without the use of the Device.
The Indian pair were in stealth mode themselves, slinking
through the rough and pausing at the edge, their eyes
feasting on the lone cabin with smoke billowing out of
the chimney. August got a bad-bad feeling. That feeling
was intensified when he saw the markings on one of the
Indians' bare shoulder--the same markings of those
Indians from the massacre!
He gulped. He wanted no part of those sons-a-bitches.
The biggest Indian--outweighing August two times over (or
was that out muscling) moved silently and quickly across
the broken path into the boulders and disappeared. The
other held his position until the other had disappeared
and then he moved keeping low and slinking along the lone
lodge pole fence. He paused at the horse, the horse of
Marshall Guillion's now near frozen stiff didn't move.
The Indian made for it and hunkered by it, removing the
saddle and other belongings. (including the rifle)
August continued to watch, he himself holding the reins
of his own mount, ready to bolt and make good his escape
(he hoped) at a moments notice.
Suddenly the other Indian appeared, leaping up onto the
shack that was nestled into a rocky hill mound. He
carried with him some pine branches. August watched,
waiting, 'what the fuck?' The Indian at the horse laid
down, rifle aimed at the cabin. The Indian on top of the
cabin began piling the pine branches onto the chimney
stack.
Ohhhhhhhh.
Damn, them Indians were smart!
The door suddenly flew open and a naked Dakota Jones came
out coughing and sputtering, six shooters in hand. He
couldn't see for nothing, though and fired recklessly.
The Indian under the horse could see well enough and
popped the wanted man square in the chest. The Indian
topside jumped down and wrestled with Dakota, coming up
and slicing the man's throat.
Both Indians jumped around with glee, screaming and being
very pleased with themselves, then stole a look inside
the cabin. Smoke billowed out of the open door, August
was tormented with what to do. At length he pulled his
own rifle out and crawled up onto the frozen boulder. One
of the Indians had already gone inside, there was
screaming going on and August could only imagine. The
other Indian was still at the door, he took a lingering
look around--possibly suspecting that something was up.
August took careful aim, smiled, held his breath, and
pulled the trigger.
The Indian was struck, he was flung backwards against the
cabin wall, August had only hit him in the shoulder. He
was so cold he couldn't stop shaking so the aim for his
chest was a little off. August pulled the trigger again
and hit the cabin.
By now the other Indian had come out. August fired again,
striking the Marshall's horse in the rump. "Damn!" the
two Indians were charging, August had to reload. He lost
his grip on the boulder and slid down it losing the rifle
as he hit the frozen ground. He whirled up and came
firing as the Indian he had shot came around the boulder.
The Indian again stumbled backwards, shaking it off.
August fired again and then was pummeled by the other
sneaky Indian who had climbed the boulder.
Both rolled on the ground, a pine branch stabbing August
in the backside, another tore into his leg. The Indian
was big and rough, outweighed him and definitely out
muscled him. A few more weeks working on Mr. Ingalls'
farm would have been good...
August felt the blade against his throat, he pushed
himself back into the big Indian and feigned right, went
left and back kicked into the Indian's nut sac. There was
no time to check on the other Indian's status.
August shook off quickly the attack but was charged and
the Indian's blade sliced into his thigh. August let out
a nice howl and thrashed with the Indian, sending him
stumbling over the fallen branches. It was then that
Tonto got into the act, kicking the big Indian in the
backside knocking the breath out of him. He came flying
back into August who was just catching his own breath and
standing up.
They grappled a moment and the blade was once more
slicing into August's skin. Then, the big Indian fell
away, his eyes rolled and he seemed to be sneering as he
crumbled to the ground. August stared at him, curious and
in amazement that the big bastard was nearly topless,
bare chested save for a buckskin vest and lots of beads,
human hair trinkets, bear claws. Up against a tree August
held onto for support, his mind was dizzy, ears ringing.
He looked up and saw standing up on the boulder Mark. He
had a rifle and smoke was still wafting from the barrel.
At his feet August saw the big Indian with a huge hole in
his backside.
August sighed relief and stumbled towards Tonto.
"Who are you, mister!?" demanded the still naked Mark.
"Uh, uhm," August struggled to even remember his name,
"August." he said at last.
"This is November." shot back the boy, who hadn't let his
guard down.
August stared at him, how many times in his life had he
been laughed at due to his monthy name. August gave the
boy a long hard stare, "August Moone, it's my name." his
hand came to rest on his holstered six shooter. From the
corner of his eye he saw movement. The boy did to and
whirled in that direction, the rifle jammed and misfired,
the boy careened off the boulder.
August whipped his Colt out fired.
The other Indian, the first one he had shot, finally took
a bullet to the chest. He slumped to the ground growling
his last breath at August.
Inside the cabin/shack it was still smokey. August
firstly brought the Marshall's horse over to Tonto, then
adorned them both with spare blankets. "We're gonna get
the hell off of this mountain as soon as possible." he
promised them, "Too damn cold up here."
The little girl Jennifer was alright, unconscious but
breathing. She had lost some blood and all, but August
assumed that she would be all right in the days to come.
The mother--well, her mind was no longer present, it was
empty and voided.
Arlene seemed to be okay, just kept her eyes on August
and didn't trust him, when he tried to tend to her minor
wounds she fought him back and looked as if though she
were to gouge his eyes out.
August kept his cool, and kept his eyes from wandering up
and down her naked bruised body. 'But don't piss me off,
sweetie--you won't like me when I'm pissed.'
Mark was helpful, he asked a shit load of questions: who
the Indians were, Dakota Jones, the Marshall, who he
(August) was, was there any other Indians about, etc.
August had few answers and kept busy tending to the
horse, pulling the pine branches off of the chimney,
tending to the kids. By nightfall it was snowing, the
temperature had dropped way down to way below freezing.
The only food was a pot of beans and some cornbread. It
would do.
Little Jenny was kept under some blankets, she was fed
some water but couldn't really swallow. August hoped that
she would be all right. Adam was all right, still
frightened from the experience with Dakota Jones and then
the Indians, but otherwise okay.
Mark was the same.
Arlene huddled under some blankets by the fire and didn't
communicate period. Their mother/aunt was virtually a
zombie. August didn't know what to do, he didn't feel
like being saddled with them, but he didn't want to spend
the winter up on the mountain, winter hadn't even sarted
yet and it was already freezing his balls off!
When it seemed as Arlene had dropped off to sleep,
cuddled with her two young siblings, August entered into
a light convo with the boy, Mark.
"Sooooo, Dakota made you do your cousins?"
The boy stared at August questioningly.
August smiled and smirked, "I've been trailing this no-
count, he's got a reputation of finding stranded alone
families and having his fun with them, making them enjoy
each other--it's how he gets his jollies."
The term "gets his jollies" was new to Mark, but he
understood it.
"Well," August amended, "we all want to have fun with our
siblings, our sisters especially." (or cousins...)
There was no answer from young Mark, his mind was still
fresh from the day's events. Living in the old west was
something, wasn't it!?
After some rest, some grub, more rest, young Mark seemed
none the worse for wear for his harrowing experience.
August lightly tapped with the help of the Device; asking
pertinent questions August already assumed.
Yea, Mark DID enjoy scroggin' his aunt and cousin Arlene,
but not in the manner of which it had happened. He had
wanted to scrog them since his uncle put him with the
family to accompany to their new homestead. When at night
and one (or all) of the girls had to pee, he snuck looks
and listened as they did so beside the wagon.
Casually and carefully August doctored the boy, his mind.
There was nothing that could be done for the mother/aunt,
she was gonesville. Arlene wasn't too far behind, either,
but she would recover. So would the two youngest ones.
August couldn't determine if any brain damage had
occurred to the little girl, Jenny, but in the days that
followed he tested her and determined that she would be
fine. In the days that followed it got colder. August and
Mark went naked inside the cabin, and for brief periods
during the day trudged out to check on the horses and
trudge back. Jenny and Adam were "doctored" to accept the
new nuance and as well went ah natural. Arlene, too.
August just didn't like her looks when he "doctored" her.
She gave him such a look.
But as a test to see if she had accepted the new mind-
link input, August had her suck on Mark's cock. Mark was
all for it and unaware of August's doings. Mark
definitely enjoyed the free blowjob. He seriously got
into it and didn't mind (or care) that the kids were
watching.
When the kids WEREN'T watching he scrogged his aunt some
more. August did likewise, taking the back entrance and
sandwich fucking the "Lights are one but no one's home"
woman.
Mark took her in the back door, doing the doggie style
position while August slammed himself into the woman's
mouth.
But Mark truly enjoyed himself scrogging his cousin
Arlene. Over and over, repeatedly; in the twat, between
the tits, in the mouth, and up the ass. And while he
carried on with her August carried on with the young'uns,
specifically Jenny and Adam. To both August humped in the
mouth and up between their cracks, then positioned little
Jenny on his lap.
Adam at ten years young had enough umph in him to get a
nice stiffy and poke his sister. August helped him into
Jenny's backdoor and soon Mark was watching in earnest as
Jenny was sandwiched. Adam got to sink himself in Jenny's
busted poon and after a bit of clean up, some rest, he
mounted Arlene and Mark took over sinking himself into
little Jenny.
It was plain to see that the mother wasn't going to get
any better, not for a long, long while. Arlene was slowly
coming around, but mostly to August's tedious task of re-
wiring her.
There was no way August intended on staying up on the
mountain, especially thru the winter. He collected the
family and the horses and head down into the big valley.
Timing is Everything
Chapter 17: Old West Metropolis
Deadwood, USA
It seems as though every state (or territory) has got a
town named Deadwood, or Walnut Grove, or Springville. One
is no different than the other; small, rustic, homey.
Farmers and ranchers flank the town, there's usually a
train stop, one to two saloons with one to two brothels!
A post office, sheriff's office, one to two churches, at
least one school, livery stables, and general stores.
August Moone and the Reecey family rode in three days
after leaving the mountain cabin. It was cold up on the
mountain, it was hot down on the valley. August preferred
the hot; he could never get warm enough.
August rode straight to the sheriff's office where he
told the tale of Dakota Jones, in not so many words about
his strange doings with the Reecey's, but the killing of
Marshall Guillion. August handed over the former
Marshall's six shooters, his badge, and the reins of the
Marshall's horse.
August also told about the Indians.
Mark backed August's story up and once more August was
the hero of the town. It came with perks and that was
cool with August. The Reecey's were taken in by one of
the local churches, August got a free beer and a free
room at the most popular saloon in town, The Short Stump
Saloon. (you figure it out.) lol
The sheriff informed August that he was due a reward.
August declined it and instead had it go to the Reecey
family. He scored points with this and in the days that
followed was offered a job at the local general store. He
didn't have to pay for his room at the local boarding
house, either. In facts, he didn't have to pay for
nuttin'!
He liked the town, it was small, quaint, late American
West Americana. It was bigger than Walnut Grove, more
people, more buildings, more people. Since he didn't see
himself "advancing" or backtracking further into history,
1875 Deadwood, USA would have to do. *****
For two weeks he kept his nose clean--which was hard to
do beings as how many pretty young lasses there was in
Deadwood, and his propensity to drink. But he managed and
kept himself out of fights, though he was strongly
tempted. On a couple of occasions he helped break up a
couple of those fights.
One evening he was strolling to his favorite watering
hole when his Narly Senses kicked in. Beings as how he
figured he was going to making Deadwood his new home he
had decided to play it very-very cool and keep any Narly
Business on the q-t. He was startled when suddenly his
HeadsUpDisplay popped up into his vision without him
having to blink five times in quick succession.
He steadied himself and then began concentrating on what
he saw, or didn't see. He found a new element to the HUD-
Device, Zoom. So, he concentrated and brought the
highlight icon down to the Zoom feature and the HUD acted
just like a power zoom on a camera or rifle scope. A
blinking red triangle icon was seen, he followed its path
until a blinking green dot came to be, indicating that he
was right on track.
Power zooming more he saw that across the huge wide
street at the local bank there was some activity. Now,
beings as it was nine o'clock in the evening--"activity"
at the bank shouldn't be. August knew the banker, Mr.
Sims, was with his wife and children; it was time to once
more "get involved." besides, he had as much as $60 in
that bank!
He realized that firstly he should have got the sheriff,
this was, of course, his town and jurisdiction. But
curiosity being what it was--August had to have a peek
firstly just to make sure that contacting the sheriff was
a wise idea and not something frivolous.
Sure, the "activity" in the bank could be legit but he
didn't think so.
Especially when he saw a lone man with four horses hiding
in the alley. There were three men inside the bank, no
lights. August didn't need no stinkin' light, HUD and
Zoom feature of the Device gave him infra vision. Was the
Device Advancing in technology? August wondered, he at
length assumed that those things of the Device that he
had not been able to decipher or uncover, understand, or
unlock were apparently unlocking themselves as time went
on.
Oh well. The men were all slinking about, wearing masks
and being very careful not to make any noise. The thing
with the Old West, if one wasn't careful--or even if he
was--one could find one's self DEAD very easily and
quickly. August was no gun, he wasn't "quick on the draw"
or anything--just a matter of desperation.
With extreme stealth he stole up against the adjoining
building, the air was quiet and still, only in the
background down the dusty street could he hear the faint
sounds of Bones on the piano. Casually August had also
come to realize some significance to his being in 1875:
he knew of worldly events that were to come. Who was to
be president, who was to be assinated, the stock market
crash, the dust bowl migration, the inventions,
everything.
These things could assail him into something of a wizard,
a grand Seer.
He held this notion in check and continued his meager
existence in Deadwood.
If'in he didn't get himself shot!
He was out of his league, regardless of his "special"
abilities. Outlaws back in the Old West were usually
fairly quick on the trigger--and usually not too caring
on who they shot, either!
He firstly determined that the lone fella needed dealin'
with first. August carefully brought into play the Mind
Control Ability successfully, captured the man's brain
wave pattern and sent him off to sleep--placing his gun
belt on the ground by the horses as well as lowering his
pants to his ankles.
August collected the gun belt and deposited into the
nearest rain barrel. The back door to the bank was open,
with extreme stealth he braced against the door sill and
peered in; using the infra vision power zoom he saw the
men feverously working away at the large vault.
Thinking ahead as to how this might play out, August
carefully closed the door behind him, then placed a chair
up against it. He scanned the bandits and determined that
he could just as easily "zap" them.
Don't ask why, but he didn't do that.
He instead skillfully slinked along and peered over the
counter into the private area where the vault was. One
man was "drilling" into the tumbler of the vault. August
saw (using the infra vision) a sack containing a couple
of sticks of dynamite. One man kept watch, the other non-
drilling man had a bullseye lantern giving off a faint
glow of necessary light.
"Tain't gonna work," spoke up the drilling man, "we're
gonna have to blast." "Son-of-a-bitch!" griped the man
holding the lantern. "We can't do that, we're gonna bring
the whole dern town on us!" then, "Keep drillin'."
The drilling man shook his head but did as told.
The window shades were all drawn and the place locked up
tight. The more he thought about it, the more he realized
that contacting the local sheriff would have been a wiser
thing to do. He held off zapping the three hombres for a
bit more. If he was going to live and survive in the Old
West, the Device embedded in him might no always function
and he would have to make his way--one way or another.
To aid him a little more--without mind zapping the
bandits, August used the Inviso Mode, he hoped it was
functioning, all indicators told him so. With this mode
he breathed a little easier and moved unseen about the
bank blocking the door.
His movements though not seen were heard. The bandits
were paranoid and on alert.
"Keller," spoke the apparent leader of the bunch, "go
check that out."
"Keller" frowned and looked cautiously around then began
peering around into the bleak darkness moving towards the
back door. August held himself up against the back wall
as "Keller" moved listlessly along the hall to the
backdoor.
Right when Keller reached the piled stuff against the
door and muttered, "What the hell?" August hit him, in
that area behind the head & neck that's supposed to
render subject unconscious.
Didn't work. That only happens in the movies.
Keller WAS injured and taken off his guard, but not
rendered unconscious. He stumbled a bit and August had to
pummel him with a sock to the stomach. Keller flung about
wildly not seeing his attacker. August grappled with him
and wrestled him to the ground.
"Keller! Keller! What the hell's going on?" whispered
harshly the leader. Keller wasn't going to answer, he had
clunked his head (finally) against the back room stove
and was out.
August had a banged up shin and it smarted greatly.
The leader called out for Keller, August slinked back
into the main room and noted he was a little woozy and
his HUD was winking out. He tasted some blood in his
mouth and felt a sting to his temple. He found a small
wound there and realized Keller had managed to get him
after all.
This was not good. The lead bandit came around and made
his way to the unconscious Keller, moments later he was
calling for "Digger! Digger! Git over here!"
"Digger" came running. August paused a moment and thought
carefully how he was to get out of this, the HUD had went
off-line and he felt a little ill. Something flashed in
his mind, he mulled, thought, and then as gracefully as
he could made his way to the vault, spotted the satchel
in question and made his play.
KA-BOOM!
August went flying through the plate glass window, hit
the dirt and rolled, dislocating his shoulder in the
process. He sputtered and no longer could hear and barely
could he see. But he saw well enough staggering out the
blown up door of the bank the one called Digger. The man
staggered and bashed against the rail and then steadied
himself, he focused himself on the tumbled August, he
made a play for his gun--then grabbed his chest and
toppled to the boardwalk.
To his left he saw Sheriff Kombs with smoke wafting from
his Colt revolver. A small crowd had suddenly appeared,
they had heard the KA-BOOM from the bank. August shook
his head to try and clear it, this had been a bad idea.
Kombs ambled over, "You alright?"
To wit August wiped the blood from his mouth, still
trying to clear his thoughts, still laying on the ground
in an awkward position.
"What went on here?" Kombs asked.
August was about to answer when he saw something at the
side of the nearly destroyed bank. August reacted and
shot through the Sheriff's legs. "Digger" stumbled out
into the light and fell to the ground.
****
There was some explaining to do and August did his best
to cover his ass, explaining that he had come upon the
would-be bank robbers and knew that there was no time to
get help. He intervened just as they touched off the
dynamite to the vault. The sheriff couldn't believe the
stupidity of the bandits, "blowing a bank vault so early
in the evening--didn't they know that was dangerous and
foolish!?"
The only survivor of the bandits was Tom Thorn who was
found in the alley with his pants down. He was promptly
arrested and sent off to a federal pen (in a serious
state of confusion.)
Well, what's the point of having narly powers if you
can't use them? His HUD was off-line only a couple of
days, long enough for him to recover from his wounds.
Once more he was hailed the hero. On the day that the
doctor released him and allowed him to go about his
business August was summoned to the sheriff's office. He
figured a chewing out.
He figured wrong.
He was handed a deputy sheriff's badge.
Imagine, August Moone, Pervert Extraordinare!
With the badge came steady work, more perks, and becoming
quite the citizen. Being deputy gave him opportunities
abound. He now had the task of checking up on the town's
buildings, thus giving him some nifty insight on peeking
in on the peoples; with the HUD fully functioning he
easily went into Stealthmode which include Silent Tread
and Invisibility.
In this manner he got to see those pillars of the
community--just like in Walnut Grove, doings those things
that no one would suspect. August casually wondered about
other eras in time, Colonial times, the times of the
Pilgrims, before that in merry ole England. He assumed
that those times, too, had their "pillars" of community
involved in less than "pillar" doings behind closed doors
when the lights were dim.
He found Pillar of the Community John Gambos sitting in
an armless wooden chair with his precious ten year old on
his lap. Both were unclothed, John had his hands clamped
tightly onto the young girl's bottom and was working her
up and down his shaft. During the day John ran one of the
more profitable businesses in town, was on the committee
for a cleaner & neater Deadwood, including changing its
name to something more appealing.
During the day his precious ten year old daughter could
be seen throughout the town, long dark curly hair, the
most pleasant child you could ever meet, friendly and
outgoing. She had a lovely voice and sang in the church
choir.
After succumbing to a delicious orgasm, John laid his
daughter next to him, up against him, caressing her ass,
diddling her hole, his cock still nestled nicely up
inside the child's cunny. The child didn't seem
distressed and August went on. He nextly found two more
Pillars of the Community, Carla Bylery and Eunice Bemount
having a little social get-together. It was late in the
evening, the two were proud members of their church, they
were organizers, instilling God and virtue throughout the
town; getting the citizens all worked up about the
brothels and taverns, saloons, and blatant debauchery.
However, those same worked up citizens would have
conniptions should they be as privy as August. In a
private bedroom the two 30-something year old women were
butt naked 69ing one another, spanking and with Carla on
the bottom shoving in and out of Eunice's asshole a
wooden hand carved dildo!
There was in the town of Deadwood a non-denominational
church, Lutheran, Baptist, and a small congregation for a
Catholic church. At the Lutheran church August caught
sight of the associate deacon paddling the bare behind of
one lad approx. 10 years young. The boy was nude. The
deacon walloped the boy until his little ass was tomato
red. Thereafter the lad was stood up and his wares
fondled until the deacon was worked up, he then unleashed
his German schlong and proceeded to re-spank the boy's
ass with it until at length he simply bent the boy over
and began poking him in the backdoor!
At the Baptist church two boys stood nakedly by while a
third naked boy of twelve slurped off on the chief
minister!
The Catholic church head priest and assistant had one boy
on his back, legs pulled back and hammering home the bone
to the lad's poop chute.
Pillar of the Community and president of the
Businessman's Association, was in bed having fun with his
good equally Pillar of the Community wife--and their very
pretty teenage daughter!
While taking a little walk to think things out one day
August came upon the Baptist minister who was in company
with one of his parishioners. Both were mostly naked,
especially the part that mattered. The teenage
parishioner about 16 years young laid out on a blanket
mostly nude. Her top was open to expose her delicious
cantaloupe sized breasts.
Between her bare legs was the Rev. Galvin Hayes and he
was pumping into her for all he could. Out just beyond
the town they were, out by the small grove of trees,
deadwood logs scattered all about, and a field of dry
grass. The girl made noises, some of pleasure some not
so. The reverend spatted out words from Scripture and
fucked the girl until he got his nut. He then rested,
still on top of the girl, sucking on her titties and
lightly continuing to pump into her sopping wet well
fucked cunny.
Two young boys fishing at Deadwood Pond August came upon.
They were nude and nothing more. Not until August came
upon them. He heard them giggling, they made "fart'
sounds, peed into the pond, and fondled themselves.
August hunkered down behind a log and began manipulating
them, first one and then the other.
He had the boys stand together, hip to hip. He had them
rub/caress each others ass and then stand back to back
ass to ass. The boys were both okay with this but also at
odds. They weren't really aware that they were being
manipulated--none of the Victims were, they were only
mildly aware that this was not overly normal.
Soon the boys turned to face one another, embrace and
grip one another's ass. Then, for August's pure enjoyment
they began kissing. Neither lad was into this but
couldn't stop themselves. They got just a little upset
about the "force" compelling.
They soon had more to get upset about--August had
"Charlie" turn about and BEND OVER, hands to his knees.
"Christopher" went to his knees and eyed his friend's
bare ass. Both lads were very well tan, Charlie had thick
dark hair all unkempt, Chris had sandy brown hair and was
a few hairs shorter in height.
Chris seriously hesitated and Charlie looked back and
under him to determine what was going on. August smiled
and massaged his favorite organ then "compelled" young
Chris to lean in. Charles' expression was classic--he was
appalled, shocked, stunned, appalled some more, then
shock & stunned. He had never had his "rim" licked out
before.
Chris, too, "reached around" and began fondling his best
friend's cock and balls all the while his tongue danced a
jig in the pert puckering funk hole.
After just a couple of a minutes Chris stopped and laid
down on his backside on the sand by the pond's edge and
brought his legs back. Charlie looked down at his very
naked friend in serious awe. Then that mysterious "force"
compelled HIM to move down and began tongue lashing
Chris' a-hole, his balls, and to suck his friend's cock!
Sodomy came nextly. Charlie scooted up and began poking
Chris' asshole with his finger and then his rock hard
cock. Both boys protested but couldn't stop themselves.
Charlie eased himself into Chris' hole and pumped away.
The taste of Chris' cock in his mouth was still prevalent
so his amazed stunned awe overwhelmed him, the act of
"fucking" was secondary.
Secondary until that special moment arrived that all boys
(and girls) strive for. It was glorious and more than
words could speak. On his own now Charlie humped madly as
the "feeling" was sensational.
Chris could do nothing but bare it, hold his legs back
and feel his friend's schlong working away at his poop
chute. August instilled within the lad that he DID feel
some pleasure from the fuck, butt fucking was the way to
go, along with cock sucking, hand jobbing, and rim
jobbing.
There was a little orgasm for butt fucking Charlie, he
spewed some juices into his friend's hole and sat back
seriously masturbating himself, mind blitzed and
whammied. Chris sat up, fingered his hole, fondled his
cock, then uttered, "My turn."
August was pleased. And pleased even more when Charlie
obliged, turning about and spreading his cheeks. The boys
were now on their own and happily for the rest of the day
they spent dogging one another, skinny dipping, licking
each other's hole, ball washing and the whole twelve
yards.
*****
The town of Deadwood was going thru some changes;
growing, expanding, and so forth. The Ladies Auxiliary
were making the most changes, busy bodies making changes
no one else cared for. Their intentions were good and
all, it was just that it was upsetting to most folks of
the town, especially the Male Members of the town.
The Sheriff's Office received an awful lot of flak from
the Ladies, due to the inability of the SO to do anything
about the debauchery plaguing the town--namely there were
too many saloons/taverns in the town and too many
brothels.
But they were legit businesses and everyone (of the male
community) needed them. They broke no laws, paid their
taxes, were respectable. This didn't sit well with the
Ladies. They banded together and seriously became
annoying.
August felt that someday the Shit was going to hit the
fan.
It did. Ms. Bertha's House for Wayward Girls was set
ablaze one night. Everyone came running out of the House
and while the Volunteer Fire Brigade began a futile
attempt to put out the flames, the mayor was rescued from
the burning building.
His wife was not amused.
Ms. Fanny, of Ms. Fanny's House of Lovely Unwed Girls was
heard to say, "Why Mayor, I thought you were spending the
night at OUR house!"
The mayor's wife in the crowd about had a fit, she was
speechless--just for a moment or two, then flew into a
rage. "See, see!" she barked to the gathered crowd, "THIS
is what happens when you let riffraff into our town!"
Humph, she was blaming the Madams instead! But the mayor
wasn't to be off the hook that easy. When he came up to
her to calm her down, his bathrobe all singed, hair all
misplaced, smudge marks of lipstick and smoke all over
his face, she turned about and hauled off and slapped
him. Then stomped off in a huff.
Well, the Ladies Aux got more and more involved, causing
more harm than good, no one was arrested in the first
burning/arson but August became aware of one of the
Ladies leaving the scene of Ms. Fanny's burning building.
He nabbed her and she ratted out the mayor's wife and
several others.
She was arrested and jailed regardless.
On night watch August confronted her, she was seriously
distressed, pissed, and a bit worried. She was not a
strong member of the Ladies Auxiliary, just a patsy. She
was well dressed and not accustomed to having to use a
"piss" bucket during her incarceration.
And although she was of good stock, her family had a
couple of businesses in Fargo and Dodge City, her husband
ran one of the merchantiles, she actually had little
money. There was no bail for her to get out and she would
have to sit out the weekend in jail and come Monday
morning face the local judge for her sentence. (which the
Sheriff supposed would be probation and a little fine.)
But regardless, the entire weekend in jail. The law was
the law. Sheriff Kombs lost points with the citizens--the
female ones anyways. (but they weren't the ones who
voted--the 14th Amendment hadn't come to light just yet.)
She was heartbroken and defeated, a small gathering of
her friends assailed the jail, bringing her food and a
hope for justice. They were vigilant and pesky and trying
to stir up a fuss. When threatened with being jailed
themselves they settled down--some. Until, that is,
uppity Dora Dilworth showed up--the mayor's wife.
She DARED to be jailed.
So she was.
She raised more fussing than a wet pussy--cat.
"Why don't you shut yer pie hole!?" yapped August, he was
having enough of the uppity bitch. An idea was forming in
his noggin, a narly one.
Ms. Dilworth was aghast as August for talking to her in
such a manner.
"Why you dirty little heathen--" she yapped, "how dare
you!"
"How dare you!" yapped back August, "You ain't no fucking
better than the rest of us!"
Ms. D nearly collapsed. She wore her Sunday finest,
frills & lace, fancy hat. It was triflely hot inside the
jail cell, she fanned her self, reeked of expensive
perfume, and huffed more hot air than a balloon.
"You know, if the town's folks knew about you and Hank
Shiver they'd think different about you."
Ms. Dilworth's eyes went glassy. 'Oh my god!' she gulped
for air and stared at August.
"Yeah, that's right, I know." then, "I saw you and Hank
the stud out at the barn dance up in the hay loft. Tsk!
Tsk! Tsk!"
Ms. D could hardly contain herself. She was speechless, a
first!
August HAD seen the mayor's wife up in the hay loft,
AFTER the big barn dance a few weeks past. Butt naked and
romping with the handsome stud Hank Shiver who was
muscular as all get out, worked at the train depot
hefting big heavy sacks of everything. He was not yet
twenty years old, had a cock like a horse, and fucked Ms.
Dilworth far into oblivion, then fucked her again, sucked
her titties, spanked her, and fucked her doggie-style.
Directly across the hall in the next jail cell sweet
innocent patsy Melody Percival stood in shock. "Is this
true, Ms. Dilworth?"
Dora frantically romped about her small enclosure, to lie
or tell the truth. "Of course it's not true, he's-he's
making it all up, trying to contort the issue!"
"I could get Hank, he's an upstanding citizen, unlike
yerself, and I;m sure pressed with the Law that'd he'd
come clean with the truth, unlike yerself!"
"You shut the fuck up!" bitched Ms. D.
August smiled. Ms. D stumbled back, shocked that she had
uttered such an obscenity. "What you need, bitch, is a
good ole fashioned spanking!"
"Don't you dare touch me!" she hollered.
"I won't, but--" and he left it at that.
He had his hands full, using all his Device talents he
brought the town of Deadwood together for a glorious
justice deliverance. It wasn't easy and gave August quite
the little headache, nosebleed, and a persistent ringing
in his ears. His vision was a little blurry but
regardless--he saw well enough for his Narly Plan to come
to light.
Young Ms. Melody was let go come the break of day--this
after a brief romp in the back room of the jail whereupon
she stripped down and gave herself semi willingly to
Deputy Moone. She sucked his cock and balls, loved on his
bare ass and spread her legs for him. August fucked her
into Oblivion, brought her back, then sent her there
again with his mighty prowess of humping.
As for Ms. Dora--she was taken out and bent over the
railing outside the sheriff's office. Then before all the
citizens she had wronged, put off, pissed off, been rude
to, ex cetera, she was humiliated beyond belief. Her
fancy too expensive dress was pulled up over her and her
underclothing pulled down. Her bareness greeted all.
Then, with a strap from the local barber shop she was
spanked--five times by each person she had wrong, put
off, pissed off, ex cetera.
The mayor got his licks in, too.
Of the Pillars of the Community, it was beset upon them
that they were no better and that they had no choice but
to tolerate the offence, they even took up the strap and
"humiliated/humbled" the woman into utter obedience.
She would never again be the same.
Ms. Melody and Ms. Dilworth weren't simply let off so
easy--they both had to pay back Ms. Fanny and Ms. Bertha
for the damages to their "houses." soooooo, Melody and
Dora went to work for them! The male citizens of the
town, including August and Sheriff Kombs, came to "see"
how the two were doing.
The two new "Ladies of the House of Love" were only part
way to repaying their debt when the 7th Calvary showed
up!! August stayed on in the town of Deadwood, eventually
seeing its name changed to Prairieville. He came to court
one of the ladies of the town, continued his spying
efforts, taking liberties when he saw fit, was involved
in a harrowing shootout with the Clancey Brothers whereas
Sheriff Kombs was killed. August Moone then assailed to
the new sheriff!
In the summer of '85 he struck out after Thom Horsecraft,
a very wanted man who had robbed stages, trains, and left
no witnesses in his wake. August had become, in part, an
honest man, an honest lawman. He was proud of his
accomplishment, still fooled around with the citizens,
naturally--with a Device embued to him you just don't let
something like that go to waste.
He left young Hank the Stud in charge of Prairieville and
headed off into the badlands.
He didn't find Thom Horsecraft, instead he find another
wagon train massacre. Following THAT trail he found a
small Indian encampment--the same tribe he had had
encounters with before.
****
Indian Party
Watching from the cover of some huge boulders on a hill
overlooking the Indian encampment August got a good
looksee at the narly shenanigans below. It wouldn't be so
bad if the blokes wouldn't be so cruel and murderous. The
raping and pillaging of the settlers was one thing, the
scalping and throat slitting was quite another.
But there were too many for August to take care of, a
dozen or so not including a dozen more womenfolk Indians.
And the latter didn't seem to care one iota about the
treatment to the white settlers.
There was nothing to do but wait it out, see if a few of
the purple painted bastards would take off for a
"hunting" party or something. These Indians wore purple
paint, especially on their schlong and asses, while in
camp they were usually totally nude, only when riding
horses on a long trip did they wear any form of clothing,
and only then to serve as protection.
Just as the sun began to set five of the twelve Indians
of the Purple Schlong Tribe vamoosed, two went off on
their own by foot while the others rode off on equally
painted horses. Most of the Indian women (also equally
painted as well as partially naked) disappeared into the
small huts and teepees. That still left too many to deal
with, he was getting pretty good with the rifle and six-
shooters, but he was alone and they weren't. They could
move fast and he didn't what the womenfolk of the tribe
would do. He waited, hunkered down into the rocks and
waited.
Presently one of the Purple bastards strode up to the
Survivors of the doomed wagon train, they were tied to
poles out in the hot blazing sun. The sun, though, now
was sinking in the west--along with their hopes of
survival.
All around the encampment the dead bodies of the wagon
lay scattered, stripped of their clothing. August didn't
see any signs that the Purple Tribe were cannibals, but
he wouldn't put it passed them.
It was a scrawny wiry thin Indian with huge muscles on
his arms and legs, just a skinny torso, long thick dark
hair with purple streaks clear down to his butt crack.
Butt naked he was, he strode up to the center pole where
the only surviving adult was lashed to, a woman. Dark
brown hair, kind of tall, mid thirties, typical prairie
attire for a wagon train ride.
The Indian ripped the dress to shreds from her body
exposing her flesh. To her boobs her fondled her,
tweaking the nipples and pinching them until the woman
began to twist and contort. The big-scrawny Indian
smiled, sneered, and grabbed her between the legs,
leaning in he began to suck on her breasts--and bite!
August clenched the Springfield rifle in his grasp, he
was sure he could take the Indian out, but what about the
remaining six?
After a bit of noshing on the breasts the Indian stepped
back, waggled his purple painted schlong then stepped to
one side; here a pretty twelve year old girl with super
fine long blond hair, blue eyes, typical prairie attire
as well, stood trying not to look at the man's nudity.
Her dress was already partially torn, she was dirty and
bruised and terribly horrified at her plight. The big
Indian ripped and tore her dress from her body, fondling
her budding breasts and pressing himself against her,
hands gripping her bare ass.
The woman next to her began to freak, rant and rave and
try to kick, her feet were untethered. The big Indian
fuck paid her no mind and wrenched the twelve year old's
legs up around his waist and "put it to her."
The young girl screamed, freaking out herself. Big Purple
slammed himself into the girl without mercy, deflowering
her quickly and not into the sex act for pleasure. After
pulling away from the horrified girl, he sneered some
more and took a moment to suckle on her young buds,
fondle her ass roughly and spank her hard until he had
had enough. He then stepped to the left, passing the
enraged woman/other.
The ten year old lashed to the pole here freaked out,
wailing and carrying on, Big Fuck ripped her prairie
dress off, wrenched her legs up and began slamming
himself into her.
August leveled the rifle on the rock he was hiding
behind, sighted in, held his breath--squeezed the
trigger. Big Fuck paused a moment, held tilted back,
mouth open, eyes bulging staring up to Great Grandfather,
then fell away with most of his brains splattered onto
the captives. (sorry about that)
Another shot popped another Big Fuck square between the
eyes, his third shot stuck one in the shins. And as he
figured, one of the womenfolk Purples came out with a
rifle of her own and scream some Indian obscenities at
him. August fired off a round to her and fell back
rubbing his eyes as a bullet had shattered rock debris
into his face.
Bullets and arrows were falling all over the place. It
was time to move.
He moved as quickly as he could, he wanted to make for
his horse down in the nearby gully but two Big Fucks came
around through the bushes there and cut him off. A bullet
struck his hand and went clear thru, regardless, it HURT.
He stumbled and fell, then rolled and dislocated his
shoulder, he dropped the rifle but with his good hand
managed to bring out one of his six shooters. Which was
good, he popped off three rounds into a looming Big
Purple Fuck and stopped him DEAD in his tracks.
Two others, though, were coming fast.
August bolted down into the dry wash and began running.
Some rescue.
Bullets and arrows whizzed by at an alarming rate, one
arrow pegged him in the calf. It sent him sprawling but
he managed to collide with a jutting boulder, keeping him
from falling to the hot burning sand. His senses, though,
were knocked a little off and a few moments were needed
in order to regain.
Few precious moments he needed to get going. He saw not
one, not two, not three, not even four but FIVE Big
Purple Fuck(ers) charging after him. August fired off as
many rounds as he could before emptying the Colt, there
was no time to reload, once more he bolted and ran. He
would do better if not in the sandy wash, maybe. But the
sand was deep and constantly thwarted his efforts to gain
any suitable momentum. The Purple Fucks were gaining,
yapping and hollering.
August whirled about and with his other Colt popped off a
few rounds to keep the closest Fucks at bay. But many
were above on the desert floor and not down in the gully.
This was bad, this was very bad.
There came some boulders, big boulders where August had
to hold in his breath and squeeze his way thru. On the
other side he paid little attention to the "sudden change
in scenery." he just ran, as fast and as hard as he
could. The sand wasn't so bad here, he didn't know why--
he didn't care. A constant ringing was in his ears, his
vision blurry, his good gun hand damaged, an arrow in his
leg and one in his butt, dislocated shoulder.
The dry wash became something like a canal, the sides got
steep and soon he was reminded of being like in a narrow-
narrow canyon. This couldn't be good. It was blazing hot,
sweltering, the "canyon" meandered one way and then
turned another, but was always mostly level.
Exhaustion finally forced him to take a breather. So he
did. Up against the rocky side of the "canal" he rested a
moment, taking a chance to look back from where he had
come--taking note that there didn't seem to be anybody
there.
He gulped for air, felt the stings of his pain and utter
exhaustion, peered through his sweat and blood and saw
absolutely no one chasing him. Hmmmmm
After a few minutes he plunged onward. This hadn't turned
out good. But at least he wasn't being chased down
anymore. Coming around a long sweeping corner of the
canal-dry wash he stumbled out into a crossways. Here
there was a little solace from the blazing sun, a little
shade. And he heard what sounded like--like--like water!
He smelled it, too!
He began running, more stumbling and more aggravating the
many numerous pains afflicting his frapped body. He
finally-FINALLY stumbled out into a small open area where
there was a river of water gushing out of a cliff wall.
All around him there were walls stretching up some two-
three hundred feet. Sheer sides of rust colored geology.
The sun was no longer a constant and the coolness of the
river made everything tranquil.
Well, about that tranquil thing. After removing the
arrows from his person--which very nearly killed him in
the process, soaking in the cool refreshing waters of the
river that was no more than knee deep, he thought--he
THOUGHT he heard sounds. Other than the gushing water
tumbling out of the rock face there was the subtle sounds
of something he couldn't quite make out.
He tried to let it go and lay out on the sandy beach and
watch as darkness closed in above. Just as he was closing
his eyes he heard a splash. He sat bolt upright, the
darkness had almost settled, he looked down stream and
saw a form. He peered and strained, strained and peered
until he saw looming in the quickening darkness what
looked like--a horse.
Oh, is that all.
A horse. A horse was good. Wasn't it?
Feeling a little relieved he scooted up and approached,
keeping to the shore. The horse whinnied and plopped
about listless as it stood in the knee deep water. August
moved closer and saw that the horse had no saddle or
reins. It was a wild horsey. That was good, too.
As he drew closer and before the darkness totally
enveloped the scene, August saw what looked like marking
on the horse. The horse came forward a bit, August leaned
out and saw bright and dull paint marks.
Purple marks.
He shuddered. A nervous shiver seethed thru him, panic
set in. His feet, though, were commanded to RUN YOU FOOL,
RUN! But seemed to be cemented to the sandy shore.
At length, though, he did begin to run, run hard and
fast.
There was a little light left in the sky, the canyon he
had been running in opened up just a bit more, the river
surged into a sheer rock face and was gone. August fell
and tumbled down a small hill, emptying him out into a
wide clearing. Something in the deep recesses of his mind
clicked. It didn't surface to his frapped mind, but there
was something there.
He lay still for a moment, listening. The ringing in his
ears was driving him crazy, along with flashes of images
he did not wish to see anymore. He felt sweat and blood
trickling down his face, into his mouth. Darkness was
settling and there was naught to do but lay and wait.
He assumed that he either passed out or actually drifted
off to sleep. Several times, though, through the long
dark period he awoke startled. He heard faint sounds of
splashing, whoops and hollers, tom-toms, tambourines. He
didn't move an inch, he couldn't; every fiber of his
being was on fire. When he awoke with a startle again it
was daylight, just like that. It was cool and light and
still the clearing he was in was familiar to him. He
didn't know why, it wouldn't come to him.
With all the strength he could muster he sat up. Casually
he looked about his surroundings, he squinted his eyes
and got another shiver--he had been here once before. He
gulped and got a very bad feeling.
His "feeling" propelled him to start scrambling. He heard
the tom-toms again, the splashing of many horses in the
unseen waters, the many whoops and yells of the butt
fucking Indians. Extreme fright sent him nearly on all
fours, his gun hand crippled and extremely useless caused
him great pains but he pushed himself along just the
same.
At length he came to a narrowing of the canyon, sheer
black walls were here, and just beyond was a smaller
clearing with one small opening. Another flash came to
August's frapped mind--that was familiar, too. He held
his ground a moment, then began running as much as he
could. He saw out of the corners of his eyes a greenish
fog beginning to swirl. Oh-no.
He ran faster, stumbling and glancing off the sheer
glass-like walls of the mysterious canyon, he would not
be denied. He clawed his way furiously along the hard
packed sand until in the clearing itself, looking through
the narrow passage he saw clear daylight beyond, and in a
foggy haze there were two peoples coming along. One was a
young man, one was old.
As they drew closer and nearer, August recognized them,
himself and Charlie Dugout! Back when August made his
first trip into the strange new world way back when.
August didn't know what to do. Should he go on, meet
them? Or was this a figment of his imagination. Or some
such junk.?
The whoops and hollers convinced him, he was in no mood
or shape to deal being victimized relentlessly by the
Indians of the Purple Schlong.
But the greenish fog swirled faster than he could move.
Just as Charlie and his other self August reached the
clear, too, the fog swirled about them and caused them
(and the opening) to disappear. August threw himself into
a rage and tried to go on.
Suddenly a mighty hand reached out thru the fog (from
behind him) grabbed his bad shoulder and wrenched him
backwards into the choking mist.
Timing is Everything
Chapter 18: Tragedies & Song
A greenish fog swirled listlessly about; only
intermittently was there any hint of "sensation." Nothing
could be seen beyond the veil of green fog, nothing to be
heard, felt, or sensed.
Even breathing was not a good thing, his ribs hurt. His
head hurt too much to take any further notice or care.
Then of course, there was the "every fiber of his being"
that ran the gambit of varying pains, aches, and so on.
There was nothing to do but lay still--very-very still.
He breathed only when necessary, blinked his eyes even
less than that. No images came to him, his mind was
blank. He was only as is and in lots of pain.
Time was meaningless where he was, focusing on the
swirling green mist only caused him to be sleepy, but
when closing his eyes he became somewhat nauseous so he
focused on the swirling mist and dealt with it.
Time was meaningless. Meaningless. The swirling fog
merely swirled endlessly with no particularly pattern.
The sensations that DID come were painful ones. There
were brief periods of painful memories, disturbing things
he could not rationalize; where they images of his past?
He didn't have enough information, only pain. Pain and
discomfort and bouts of nausea.
At length the fog seemed to begin to dissipate. That was
a good thing. There, too, were other sensations filling
his body, painful tinglings, but sensations just the
same. Breathing was getting better, his thoughts were
still muddled and he couldn't see any clearer than he
had, but he felt that things were getting better.
He still had no clue as to who he was, where, what
happened, or why he was in so much pain and discomfort.
Those things would take TIME to come to him. He found
that he could sleep now and then with being so nauseated.
That helped in his recovery.
But sleep wasn't all bliss, he was wracked with
nightmares, strange things he could not ascertain one way
or the other, they seemed to be flashbacks of some sort;
places, people, creatures. There was naught to do but
wait it out. So wait he did. It was painful, but the
pains slowly subsided. His memory slowly filled his mind
and he recalled vaguely who he was. There were gaps still
plaguing him but he felt those voids in his past would
come flooding back, there was now the now to deal with.
When the fog mist cleared--there wasn't much of a change,
out beyond just a ways was a pitch darkness that was like
a veil or a shroud of some sort. No stars, no nothing.
The ground beneath his feet was a mix of black sand with
bits of green flecks. Green brackish looking (but not
offensive smelling) lapped onto the shore. He was on a
beach, or some sort.
Numbly he walked along, noting that trying to reach the
inky blackness was like trying to reach the end of the
rainbow. It wasn't going to happen. To his left there was
something of a tropical jungle, but curiously all the
shrubs, bushes, palms and rocks were green, differing
shades of green, criss cut lines with mathematical
equations etched on them.
The first boulder he came to had substance, he felt real
enough. Leaning against it he rested peering into the
very thick jungle beyond. Behind him was nothing but
blackness and a calm green sea lapping lightly against
the shore, a green mystical fog hanging lightly a hundred
yards or so away.
Holding his breath and somewhat why he was naked (and why
his asshole hurt so much) he moved into the interior of
the jungle. Though he moved palm fronds and branches,
crawled over logs and boulders, stepped into a stream of
green water, he heard no sounds.
Slapping his face, his butt, pinching his nipple he felt
pain but heard no sound. He didn't know what to make of
it. He was August Moone, he hailed from Flagstaff,
Arizona, drove a wrecking truck for some putz named Mr.
Peter's.
No, no--no that wasn't quite right.
He WAS August Moone all right, and he DID hail from
Flagstaff, Arizona, but he hadn't worked for Mr. Peter's
in years! He had a '51 Ford Panel truck as his ride, a
ride he used to--to sway young unsuspecting teenage girls
into to have his fun with. He was a little fuzzy on the
details on how he got away with such a thing; but, he had
memories of such things occurring regardless.
Presently he came to a great pond, a waterfall was here,
not very big, but splashing noiselessly into the pond
just the same. Beyond the edge of the trees surrounding
the pond area--only an inky blackness existed. It was
creepy and August had to take a breather. The water,
though green, was like any other pond of water. 'cept it
was without sensation, no feeling of wetness. He settled
down with legs in the water, laying back more memories he
couldn't make much sense came to him, they seemed so real
he didn't know quite what to make of them.
Not until Charlie's face, the canyons, the Indians, the
pirate ship, and the room where he had come across the
laptop computers came filtering into his noggin. Then it
was brain overload, memory overload.
*****
Robert. Robert--Robert somebody he seemed to be close to.
A friend, a goofy friend who had a family. His wife was
something of a dimwit, not all there upstairs, but worked
at Wal-Mart regardless. Robert was an ex-navy man who now
worked as--as a technician for a blueprint company. They
had a girl, a daughter who was a young teen.
After having the Device Item 0110 in his possession for
some time, finally unlocking some of its hidden secrets
August Moone of Flagstaff, Arizona finally began
"testing" the Device to see what it could do. This only
led to discovering totally narly things that went way
beyond the scope of his imagination, fantasies, and
dreams.
It took a while, a long while, before he settled down and
became cool; this after "acquiring" $$ from a couple of
local banking institutions. He realized that lo he could
be something of the world's greatest secret agent, Mind
Controlling his opponents, or anyone he felt like.
He knew the serious applications such a device could do,
or what it could be used for. But for his simplicity--
mind controlling others for his SEXUAL pleasures was a
good start.
At one poin the came to Robert. This after much ado about
"testing" the Device Item 0110 and such. Robert was a so-
so good friend, they had one shared component between
them and that was--perversions. Robert was seriously into
Child Porn and serious X-rated stuff on the computer.
August knew first hand that Robert had a serious desire
to shag his daughter, August had known Robert since the
daughter, Angela, was nigh but six years young.
Angela liked streaking at that age, and using the
bathroom without closing the door. August had made astute
observations that Robert had wood during those times.
Casually he confided in August that he and wife Mary
liked to fuck and allow Angela to watch. Mary, though,
was not a perv, just a dimwit. And only on occasion did
she allow Rob to doink her up the butt, she very-very
seldom less than that suck him. She didn't mind being
sucked, though and sometimes even let him spank her. They
fucked in the shower, in the bath, and in every room of
their small abode--50% of the time with their only child
watching.
Angela, thankfully, was not a dimwit, she was red headed,
smart, pretty, and as she grew older got a "mouth" on
her. Robert held back not his words and the two often got
into heated obscenity slurs to one another--making the
mother blush and scold the two.
Robert taught his growing daughter how to "protect"
herself from over zealous amorous boys, as well as pushy
uppity bossy bully-like girls. She became a rough tomboy
by age 12.
At one incidence August was over for a barbecue and a
looksee at the narly pix Rob had on his computer. August
had had possession of the Governmental Issue Device Item
0110 some 5 years or so and had only tapped a small
portion of its abilities. He had fattened his wallet,
gotten a nice ride, and had manipulated about a dozen or
so Subjects.
His relationship with Robert was so-so, he wasn't held in
regard as a "best friend" status, but held the same
"interests" so that was a plus. He liked Robert, he liked
Mary, and he especially liked Angela.
And so it came to pass after the barbecue and mother &
daughter were doing something together elsewhere in the
house, that Robert and August were scamming pix on the
computer and the Net. August mulled letting Robert in on
the deal, the Device Item.
Lightly August merely mentioned that the Device was as
is, an electronic component that tapped brain waves and
then manipulated them. August didn't tell him HOW he had
come to have such a wondrous item, that part wasn't
necessary. Robert was interested and a little
disbelieving.
So truth was in the cards.
"Mary! Angela!" he called them. August hoped, he had
noted that the Device was sometimes unreliable in that it
failed to carry thru the desired effect or simply "shut-
down" without notice for no reason given.
Mary and Angela came to the small cluttered computer
room; Mary was a tall woman, almost a head taller than
her dorky geeky husband. She had flaming red hair just to
the shoulders and seriously curled. She was ultra skinny
but had 32 Bs. A skinny long jaw line with high cheek
bones. She didn't operate a car and had some sort of
medical problem August couldn't remember what it was.
Angela at 13 had twice the size of titties that any other
normal girl her age had. Long silky red hair, freckles
aplenty, big tits but not outrageous. Her hips were kinda
wide, but her butt was nice and she wore (on this
occasion) green tinted jeans that were skin tight.
August fiddled with the contraption on the sly while
Robert yapped to the girls about nonsensical things.
Moments later the two Subjects were standing absolutely
still, August smiled and showed Robert the Device LCD
screen where the brain wave patterns were "captured."
"Got 'em!" he beamed. "Now," he added, "we can do with
them as we want, anything at all." he further explained
that he could make them do things, anything, ANYTHING,
and thereafter neither one would remember it.
Robert though wanted desperately wanted to believe this,
doubted it. But was partially all for seeing if it would
happen.
"Uhm, Take Off Your Shirts." August said, though at this
time he did not need to utter the words, he did it for
Robert's benefit. August merely directed the cursor on
the Device panel to the appropriate command and "sent".
To Robert's shocked disbelief Angela removed her green
ribbed sleeveless cotton top. Mary removed her red short
sleeved top. Robert stared wide eyed, mouth open, leaning
forward in total awe.
"Shall I go on?" August asked of his friend.
Robert didn't answer verbally but nodded, "Yes, oh hell
yes!"
"Remove your bras."
"Remove shoes and pants." came nextly the command, Robert
couldn't believe his eyes. August continued "sending"
commands and the Subject unawares followed thru. It was
glorious, GLORIOUS! And soon the two stood merely clad in
their panties.
Rob had wood. As did August. Rob gouged his organ and
August saw no reason to be bashful, he leaned back and
fished out his aching schlong and blatantly began
masturbating. Robert followed quickly and waggled his
schlong before his wife and daughter--no reaction from
either one of them.
"I can make them do more--lots more." August said.
Robert nodded, he was ready.
The Subjects slid their panties off and Robert's cock
began to cum. (And Robert had a COCK, it wasn't so much
as being LONG, like August's, as it was THICK.) he
pounded it, squeezed, and ogled his now nude wife and
daughter. "And I can make them do ANYTHING!" August
chided. August could see Robert's mind furiously trying
to think this through; "You want one of them to give you
a blow?" August casually mentioned. Robert's eyes were
wide and he couldn't think straight.
"Angela, come forward, on your knees." August commanded,
and to Robert's shock she did. Stepping forward, eyes
opened wide, staring straight and not ashamed of being
naked before her father OR even August.
Robert seriously stared in awe as the commands continued
and Angela "gripped" her father's cock and began
masturbating it, squeezing his balls and then--the
finale, sucking it.
Robert began spewing spunk almost as soon as sweet
Angela's mouth engulfed the whole of his schlong. He ran
his hands through her silky red hair and stared at his
naked wife standing directly behind Angela. August took
his liberties and had Mary come service him. Robert
didn't mind at all.
After filling his daughter's mouth Angela was laid out on
the burgundy carpet with her legs held back. Robert went
down on her nappy red muff and noshed his pleasure. She
was a virgin--but THAT wasn't going to last for long. His
tongued worked tenaciously on the girl's poon, August
watched with pride (as Mary sucked away at him.)
Soon Robert was snaking his way up his daughter's body,
sucking on her bodacious ta-tas and fingering her pussy.
Soon his extreme schlong came up and nestled against her,
he seemed to have no qualms about the deed he was about
to do. He only glanced up as Mary settled down onto
August's lap, taking his cock up into her pussy. He
didn't seem to mind and he slipped his own schlong into
Angela's virgin pussy.
Despite Robert's tails of Mary's somewhat frigidness, her
pussy was kinda not so tight. But then again, August
recalled that Rob's dong was kinda not so thin--it was
THICK. To get off successfully he clutched Mary's ass and
watched Robert "break" his daughter in.
For long moments there was nothing but the sound of
testicles slapping skin, scrunching up and some groans.
August brought up to his mind those Subjects he had
snagged earlier on; the young ones, the young mothers,
school kids, etc. It helped, he shoot a nice healthy wad
deep into Mary's twat, pulled out and stabbed his way up
into her mostly tight (tighter) backdoor. He strained and
shoved his schlong in to the base and held it there while
he jutted. Robert humped until he couldn't hump no more,
then he strained, gyrated, bucked and began twitching as
he shot a massive wad of fatherly spunk into Angela's
cunny deep. It was only the beginning. After pulling out
and using Angela's panties to clean her broken hymen and
his beef stick, he brought her legs back and began
fingering her asshole. He tongued it, fingered it, and
then stuffed it with his cock.
August put Mary into a 69er and doinked her backed door
(again) but showing Robert how the Manipulator held the
Subject's mind(s) by nipping the Pain Receptors--August
began spanking Mary's ass, her hips, her cheeks as hard
as he could. Mary barely protested.
Then, while August and Robert sat on the floor recovering
from their epic shenanigans, Mary and Angela 69ed one
another. Robert was convinced, he knew both would NEVER
go for doing such a thing. August doinked Angela before
leaving, showered with her and watched as once more her
father fucked her pussy AND asshole.
August gave Robert the ability to use Mind Control on his
family, a Word, a Word spoken to Mary and Angela that
would in essence turn them into sluts, make them obey his
commands for sexual pleasuring.
August went away for awhile, venturing and exploring his
life, the limits of the Device. When he returned and
looked up ole Rob, he wasn't there and couldn't be
located--he never found out what happened! (aint that a
bitch!?~!)
****
There were still some "gaps", but for the most part he
remembered. He sighed and let the memories be, firstly
just swarming aimlessly hither and tither, taking some
time to coalesce and become situated. This, too, would
take some time. But then, here in this "transition" place
he had nothing BUT time.
The Indians. The Indians of the Purple Schlong were most
prevalent in his mind, how many had had a go at his
bottom he didn't know, but plenty he was sure of that. He
had kicked and screamed at the first dozen, but then
simply relented. They burned his ass, squeezed his cock
and balls mercilessly and shoved their meaty peckers into
his mouth AFTER being up his ass!
What happened thereafter he was very fuzzy on, he had no
idea whatsoever. Not that it mattered, not really. But he
fumed, and wondered if what he had seen in the clearing
had been the way home, or was it something else entirely?
He hated questions with no answers, it was infuriating.
He sat on the shore with legs in the water, staring at
the waterfall. Had he been there before, he wasn't sure,
but it seemed like he had. He cracked his neck, mulled,
tried to think clearly and then began moving towards the
falls.
Drinking in some of the green water gave him nothing,
there was no sensation like "water", no substance,
nothing. He couldn't figure it and didn't want to. He
found a cave behind the waterfall as he assumed that
there was. He HAD been here before, the cave was
extremely familiar to him.
After wandering just a bit he heard sounds of water
rushing, crashing, or something. He sighed relief, that
was something--to be able to hear again. Into a great
room he came, he tensed up as he seriously realized that
indeed he had been in the very cave once before, or was
it twice, thrice?
The crashing turbulent he had heard was from a great
fountain center of the cavern floor. The cave was huge
and illuminated by glowing crystals jutting from and
running along like veins in the surrounding walls and
ceilings.
August tried to recall, what had he done before?
He didn't know. He blew out his breath and stared at the
fountain, it was intriguing, and it WASN'T GREEN! It was
clear regular like water. That was a plus. He mulled,
considered, thought, re-thought, scratched his naked
balls and leaned over the rocky structure surrounding the
water. He could "smell" the water, see it, sense its
wondrous offering.
Sensing that he himself had a "thirst" he leaned in and
scooped up a handful of water.
It was all he knew for a spell..
Song & Sorrow
Well, at least it wasn't sand. It was still a little
uncomfortable and HOT, but there was no sand beneath his
nude body, just grass--more specifically moss-like grass.
He saw small twigs, fall-like leaves; heard the sounds of
squirrels/chipmunks and birds. A cool breeze wafted about
and caressed his newly frapped body.
Not every fiber of his being was on fire, he was merely
dizzy, woozy, confused (again) but with a full collective
of who he was. It was dull and foggy but. At length he
stood. He was in a new area, it was bright, a forest of
some sort. This was new. Was it good? He rubbed his
belly, his asshole still hurt, he had a bitch of a
headache and wondered about his new surroundings. And no
mattered how much he blinked or concentrated, the Device
HUD wasn't coming to light.
Oh well.
He let it be, he needed to find shelter, maybe some
clothes, definitely some food & water. Everything and
anything else would be secondary.
There was no path, he was in the middle of some forest,
there were a few HUGE boulders about, but he couldn't see
anything but trees in all directions. He was cool with
that, nakedly he strolled along with no particular
destination in mind, pausing now and then, listening,
taking in his new world.
Presently he found a stream of water. It was good and
fresh and he drank his fill, washed himself and rested on
the clover laden banks. Staring thru the trees beyond the
creek he saw what he thought were apples.
They weren't apples but pomegranates. Just as well, they
were messy but he wasn't being picky. He found wild
tubers he wasn't overly certain what they were, but they
were tasty--once washed off and reminded him of potatoes-
-but they were longer and more porous.
At length he came upon a small well rutted road. He liked
this. He listened, squatted and tried to clean any
information from the rutted road, he had spent a few
years under the tutelage of some expert trackers back in
Deadwood. His best determination was that it had been a
while since any vehicle of any kind had come this way.
Oh well, no matter, so it was a back road seldom used,
someone had made it, it came from somewhere and WENT
somewhere, he liked being on his own but it had its
limits. He struck off left and followed the road noting
that the time of day seemed to be waning.
****
With little to care about, just going with the flow so to
speak, he began whistling, prancing about butt bare assed
naked, letting the unsettling things that had happened to
him fade away, replaced by the more pleasant things. The
"ride" he was on due to the Device was something, really
something! Presently he came upon a cabin. A log cabin
nestled just off the road a ways. August ducked behind
some bushes alongside the road as he saw some movement
behind the cabin. The cabin was nice, but no smoke from
the single chimney. It was small, rustic, but quaint and
well kept up. There was wash out on the line in the back,
a stack of wood by the side, flowers, roses, bushes
scattered about, a small white picket fence encircled the
property.
Carefully August scooted up to the cabin, there was a
daring bold clearing he would have to cross, but he was
interested in clothing himself, getting some food, and
seeing what was up with the new place, what year was and
all that.
He tried blinking rapidly again to bring up the HUD, but
it wouldn't happen, maybe it was off-line for good. He
frowned at that, he wasn't overly comfortable being out
of his element, his time period. He had just gotten used
to the Old West time period and now would have to do it
all over again. (wherever he was!)
Seeing no more movement August darted to the wood stack
and held his pose there, straining to listen, trying to
smell anything. But there was nothing. He held his breath
and slowly peeked around the corner of the cabin; white
linens hung on the laundry line, there was an old
galvanized wash tub turned on its side, a chopping block
with axe buried in it, some scattered pieces of wood.
Flower pots, a garden, something of a toppled
library/book shelf with dozens of books sprawled out on
the ground.
Beyond was the deep forest, it was all now somewhat
strangely quiet.
With no clothes per se on the laundry line he fumed, but
without the Device functioning he couldn't very well face
whoever lived in the cabin, they wouldn't understand or
buy his story. He would have to use force, he was
weaponless (and naked) so brute force and cunning he
would have to rely on.
He stepped around the lee side of the hung laundry and
was in for a mild surprise: sprawled out on a woodpile
was a an old lady, her clothes ripped off as well as deep
gouge marks on her chest and face. Her legs appeared to
be broken and she had huge bruises on her inner thighs--
August took to note that she appeared to have been raped.
Harshly.
On the other side of the wood pile was a young girl, very
young and nude as well; her clothing all scattered about,
legs broken, brutalized sexually by someone who needed to
see a manicurist!
August paused, setting his eyes on the red bonnet, red
cape in shreds laying by the young victim. He blinked his
eyes, sighed confusion and stole off into the forest.
He found a creek and filled up on it, some tubers growing
nearby helped a little. He saw in the mud on the clover
laden banks footprints, animal prints. By the deep
impression he was to ascertain that the animal was big.
August looked back towards the cabin, 'Where was that
road?' why he was following a critter that obviously was
demented and ferocious August had no idea. It wasn't a
good notion, but he followed just the same regardless.
Then something strange happened--not like it hadn't
already!
He came upon a bear; a female bear. He knew this bear to
be female as she was wearing a head bonnet, a blue bonnet
with lace trim; along with an apron about her waist, a
blue dress of some sort. She WAS a bear, but was STANDING
and seemed perfectably comfortable in doing so. She
didn't ACT like any bear August had known.
She carried a pail and was picking berries by a creek,
she paused momentarily to peer out into the woods beyond
the creek August had hunkered down at. She then returned
to picking the berries.
Suddenly she was frightened by a smaller bear, a boy
wearing a dark vest and a boy's cap. "Got'cha, Momma!" he
cried. The "mommy" "got the vapors" and fanned herself,
acted as if she were all startled and lightly scolded her
son.
"Can we go back to the house now, mommy?" the bear-son
asked.
"No, not just yet, I don't think your papa and Big Bad
are done yet."
"Aw shucks!" spat the boy, he scuffed the ground and
looked most displeased. "Can I just go back and watch
them?"
"No!" scolded harshly the mommy-bear, "You stay right
here with me until they are through."
"Aw I don't get to have no fun!"
The mommy bear and son left to go deeper into the woods
out of sight, the mommy bear pulling on her son's ear
dragging him behind her. In moments they were out of
sight. August licked his lips--what the fuck had he
gotten himself into now!?!?!?
Turning back to the cabin he had just left, something
slowly clicked in his noggin--this wasn't good. He kept
the idea that was forming to a dull throbbing notion--
Naw, couldn't be. (could it?) He waited just a few more
minutes, the woods were getting dark and just a little
chilly. Slowly he eased over a log that crossed over the
creek and held himself tight in the bushes. He heard
nothing and so he moved along, coming at last to another
cabin, quaint, two stories, with smoke billowing out of a
chimney.
There was the typical woodstack, a water well, a
wheelbarrow, other assorted odds and ends of a rustic
deep-in-the-woods country cabin. There was the detection
of some activity in the cabin. A back door opened and
someone threw out a pail of water. The door closed and
August waited.
Darkness quickly came and squint as he might he could see
nothing. He had to get closer. Holding his breath he took
careful painstaking steps to tread across the clover lawn
to reach the wood pile. He thought he heard what sounded
like music, he wasn't sure what kind but it was music
just the same.
Just before making a daring move again the front door
opened, light from within streamed out and a tall
creature ambled out, patting his chest and yawning. He
hocked a huge loogie and scratched at his butt. From the
light August saw that the critter appeared to be a wolf.
He was very tall, a huge wagging tail, long narrow jaw
line, picking his teeth with a toothpick. He wore a red
flannel shirt and bib overalls of some dark color, but
most remarkable was his schlong--the wolf had his penis
hanging out of his clothes and it was HUGE and dripping
with what August assumed was cum.
This was getting way beyond strange. Way beyond.
The wolf turned re-entered the cabin. The music stopped
and August strained to hear any voices or anything.
Quickly and silently as possible he slinked around the
wood pile and hugged the rustic side of the cabin. There
was a window nearby, it was stained with age but August
took a daring chance to peer inside. Checkered window
curtain blocked most of his view, but he saw a table with
the same checkered design covering the table. He saw,
too, the mommy bear walking by with some knitting in her
paws/hand.
Then he saw them--the wolf and the papa bear. The papa
bear wore a large dark red vest and nothing else. Between
the two was a girl, a human girl with seriously blond
hair in curls. She was nude and apparently had had her
arms and legs broken--she was on all fours with the papa
bear's cock in her mouth while the wolf plugged away at
her behind.
"Eat MY fucking food, will ya!" chortled the papa bear.
August didn't understand. Do you?
August ran. He never ran so fast. Not even the Indians of
the Purple Schlong had scared him so. He stumbled, fell,
skint his shins, stepped on something that pierced his
bare foot and finally ran smack into an unseen low
hanging tree limb. It knocked him cold.
****
When nextly he awoke it was early morning; he was cold,
hungry, and very-very-very confused. Had he saw what he
had saw? (seen) He didn't know, maybe this was some sort
of psychosis!? Yeah, that was it, he was nuts! He was
laying in some hospital in Flagstaff on the mental case
ward!
But the sensation of the dew covering his still naked
body, the moss beneath him, the twitter of birds,
chirping squirrels & chipmunks, and the bay of a lone
goat brought him to believe that he was on some trip.
Some wondrous unexplainable neurotic trip, but a trip
nonetheless.
The goat.
A billy goat (normal) had arrived, baying at him, noshing
on a bush here and there, taking a dump, twitching its
tail and trotting about nonchalant. August sighed, he
couldn't finger what part of his frapped mind had brought
into play what he had just seen--er, the three bears
shagging Goldilocks, the wolf having had his way with
Grandma and Little Red.
He knew the Device was a wonderful thing, but he began to
doubt. Maybe--just maybe none of this shit was real.
Yeah, that was it, nothing that had happened to him EVER
was real! He could go back as far as ole Charlie, maybe--
just maybe that first trip down into the clearing, or
down into the tunnels, or out to the pirate ship--maybe
August HAD drowned!
He nodded, it made perfect (almost) sense. Almost
He had found Charlie's body on the shore by the pirate
ship, arm draped about the cask of rum, then he (August)
had tempted fate by going out into the water to avoid
having an encounter again with the tunnel buggers. Maybe
he had actually drowned.
Then, the rest of his life, everything, was a dream. Or
hell. Hell. Yeah, hell, this was his Hell. But that
didn't figure too well, he hadn't really been deserving
of a placement in Hell at that time, or by that time. He
had been decent enough. It was only by the Device had he.
Oh no.
It came to him.
Choices. Destiny. Fate. Charlie had warned him, when he
had left the old man's ghost (Chapter 5) To follow Your
Destiny--or Make One, you step out this canyon, your
Fate, Choices to Make, Destiny.
August sighed. 'Shit.'
Was this what it was all about? He had made the Wrong
Choice, his Destiny, his Fate set on the choice he had
made once leaving the canyon, and discovering later what
the Device Item 0110 was all about?
Food for thought.
And speaking of food.
He had a lot to think on, a lot more than he cared for.
At what point had his life really changed, with his first
encounter with the pizza girl at his shabby little
trailer, when having his way with the lone bank teller
after relieving the vault of some of its holdings?
Had the Device simply taken over his mind? Or--or was he
still on the governmental secret installation, a test
subject? Seeing what a Subject would do if embued with
such an enormous responsibility?
More goddamn question he didn't have answers to.
Where was that goat?
He came to a clearing, here there was a brick house.
Brick. Red brick, with a simple white picket fence
surrounding it, some flowers, a small tool shed, wood
pile, and well with a vegetable garden nearby. August
hunkered down, vegetables. He generally wasn't too keen
on veggies, but he was starving.
He heard no sounds, there was a little wisp of smoke
trailing out of the single chimney. August narrowed his
eyes and strained to listen and hear. Nothing. He darted,
quickly making the wood pile and waiting. Nothing. He
bolted for the vegetable garden and made wild grabs at
the green stalks not caring what he was grabbing and then
darted off just as quickly back into the woods.
Luckily his selection wasn't too bad, carrots and
potatoes. The broccoli and rutabagas he could do without,
though. He then took note of some wash out on the line.
Bib overalls. They looked kinda small but would have to
do, he saw three pairs and figured he would have to take
all three and piece them together. After snagging all
three overalls he got bold and peeked into the window
from the back of the small abode. He gulped and stared in
awe: in the front room of the single room cabin were
three pigs--three little pigs.
He couldn't believe it. And they were naked. AND they
were--they were--uh, well, one was on his hands and knees
SUCKING on the wang of one who was sitting in a nice
comfy chair. He wore a straw hat.
The one SUCKING the wang of the one with the straw hat
wore a backwards turned bill cap. The third member of the
trio wore only a train engineer's cap and he was shagging
away at the one on his knees.
"Oink! Oink! Motherfucker!" cried out Piggie Number
Three, the one with the engineer's cap. He humped
furiously into his "brother's" backdoor, smacking his
flanks had laughing hilariously.
"Maybe we could do this to ole Big Bad!" chortled Piggie
Number Two, the one with the baseball cap.
"Naw, that lame fuck would never go for it!"
Silence fell upon the trio, then suddenly they all burst
out laughing.
August seriously worried about his psychosis. This was
most strange, strange indeed.
Piggie Number One, wearing the straw hat, stood up--just
after shooting a wad of pig goo into his brother's mouth,
scratched his dangling swelled balls and remarked, "Holy
shit, we're makin' bacon, now!"
Deadpan silence, then--hilarious laughter.
Piggie Number Three pulled out of his brother's corn
chute, smacked the pinkish ass and finished emptying his
load onto the cheeks. Piggie Number Two stood up, rubbing
his organ and balls, smacking his lips and made some
crude remark August missed. Again, though, there was
silence followed by minutes of crazy laughing.
Something had distracted August, something looming out of
the woods nearby. Peering around the corner he saw the
wolf, Big Bad. He was dressed, chewing on a straw, a
straw hat down on his face, lopping along without care,
one hand in his well worn bib overalls, the other
snapping his fingers to some tune August thought sounded
like Jimmy Crack Corn!
He disappeared to the front, August peered back through
the back window.
There was a knock. The three little pigs froze, then
Number Three spoke, "What, who is it?" in a semi gruff
voice.
"It's me, Big Bad, come on out and let's get this done
with."
Piggie Number Two rubbed his ass and looked a little
frightened.
"Go fuck yerself, Big Bad." shouted Piggie Number One.
"Aw, you shouldna said that." remarked Big Bad. "Now I'm
gonna have to get rough."
"Aw go blow out yer ass, Big Bad," spat Piggie Number
Three, "we're in MY house, now, it's made of bricks you
dumb ass!"
There was no response from Big Bad, August could see the
shadow of the lanky critter, it seemed to be looming,
getting bigger.
Suddenly there was HUGE gust of wind. It was near
deafening. The stacked neat wood pile spilled over, the
wheelbarrow went sailing into the woods, shingles from
the roof blew away.
But the brick house still stood.
"Well whattya know!" sparked Piggie Number Two.
"HA!" shouted Piggie Number One.
"Told ya so." said triumphantly Piggie Number Three. He
crossed his arms and swelled with pride.
"You little bastards!" shouted grumblingly Big Bad, "I'm
gonna HUFF--I'm gonna PUFF--"
"Aw go blow yourself!" smirked Piggie Number Two. Deadpan
silence, then uproarious laughter.
Followed by an even bigger gust of wind.
More shingles were blown off, the wood frame of the water
well exploded, several of the windows were blown out, the
back porch frame toppled--nearly crushing August. But the
brick house remained standing.
The Piggies inside were on their backs, little stubby
legs wriggling in the air laughing hard. August peered
through the cabin, seeing the shadow of Big Bad
apparently stepping away. The Piggies were all too busy
laughing to notice (or care.) August peered around the
corner again and couldn't see Big Bad. He peered around
the other corner, nope-not there, either.
Hesitating a moment or two August finally summoned up
enough umph to make a slinking check. He saw Big Bad out
a ways from the house, apparently noshing on something.
His huge black unkempt furry tail twitched as he
seemingly ate something from a can. August had no idea
and hunkered down among the marigolds.
Big Bad polished off the can and tossed it aside, wiped
his mouth and then took a mighty swig from a mason jar.
He stretched and then proceeded to undo his bib overall
outfit and step out of them. What was he up to?
He took a seat on a nearby stump, scratching his balls
and chewing on a straw, he waited, waited, and waited.
August, too. Inside the silly pigs were still on the
floor laughing.
Suddenly Big Bad got a look of surprise in his beady
eyes. He stood and August got ready to bolt. Big Bad
ambled forward to the house a bit, knocked, was told to
"FUCK OFF" in unison from the three little piggies, then
Big Bad turned, up turned his tail.
And let one go.
It was not to be believed.
August's eyes watered, he would not be able to "smell"
anything, let alone "hear" anything, for days. He choked
on the "sudden" arrival of a green noxious cloud. It was
LONG and it was LOUD and it was DEADLY.
The potent F-bomb (fart bomb) was devastating (in more
ways than one). It successfully brought the house down.
When the dust (and funky green cloud) had cleared, the
Three Little Piggies sat in a pile of bricks dumbfounded.
Big Bad calmly reached over and plucked them one by one,
bashed their heads against a tree and promptly sodomized
them righteously. When done he carried them by their ears
into the woods, whistling Jimmy Crack Corn!
Numbly August moved through the woods OPPOSITE of where
Big Bad had gone. In his mind he DID find it somewhat
hilarious how the story had ended. Tragic, but the funny
just the same. He wondered what other storybook
encounters he would have?
And he wondered if he would ever find any clothes?
*****
He spent the next two days and nights wandering aimlessly
along, tired, hungry, and well spent in his mind. Nothing
made sense, nothing was concrete. Was this Hell,
something amiss in his mind, where was he on the
TimeLine? Too many questions.
On the third day just before noon he came to a meadow. A
meandering brook here, an old lodge pole fence. That gave
him a strong indication that the fence was constructed by
someone. But who? A giant, a king, the farmer in the
dell?
Cautiously he followed the fence; it entered into some
dense woods whereupon he promptly found the hemlock and
poison oak along with the stinging nettles. Being butt
bare ass naked these things were a calamity to his raw
skin.
He then so did chance upon a young woman picking
mushrooms. He saw her, she wore a black cape with
matching hood, there were long wisps of reddish brown
hair peeking out from the hood, she was a tranquil beauty
if ever August had seen. He guessed her to be early
twenties, so pretty, innocent looking, creamy skin. She
wore a plain peasant's dress but it was clean and
presentable.
She carried a pail and was filling them up with mushrooms
her pig was rooting out for her. The pig was normal, but
was the girl? Suddenly her head came up, she held her
pose--as did August, petrified with fear. Perhaps the
young girl had a father who had an axe and didn't take
kindly to naked strangers waltzing about scratching with
diseases through the woods!
"Hello?" she spoke softly.
August gulped. 'Shit.' he was some fifty yards or so away
from her, his asshole puckered, balls cinched up, and he
was stricken with her. 'God she's gorgeous.'
The damsel-not-in-distress stood peering into the deep
woods.
"You can come out, I won't hurt you."
August didn't know what to do, but he was in need of
medical aid, food, and clothes. Those things were
tantamount, sex sadly had taken a downfall at this
juncture.
Nervously he stood, concealing himself with at a bush.
Their eyes met, the girl bowed her head and smiled
blushing slightly.
"I-I seemed to have lost my clothes." stammered August.
"So I see." remarked the girl.
August scratched at his numerous hurtie-owies and tired
to look as pathetic as possible--which wasn't hard to do.
"If you will come with me I can tend to your needs."
That was a go, that was a good thing. (he hoped.)
He followed the girl, and her pig, through the sparse
portion of the woods, coming to a well used path that led
down to a small-small valley wherein nestled there was a
moderate cabin. (lots of cabins in this story, huh?) The
pig trotted happily home, the girl a few feet beyond
August spoke nothing. He caught the scent of jasmine and
vanilla and was intoxicated by her.
Inside the cabin it was well furnished, no electricity,
no gas stove. There was a huge stove by the far wall by
the huge open fireplace. A large cast iron pot hung in
the fire, another sat on the stove. Both had lids
covering them and August could hear burbling sounds from
within.
It was a simple one room cabin and August like it, simple
hand made furniture, covers, and paintings on the wall.
It was nice and tidy with a large cast iron bed against
one wall, the floor swept up with embroidered throw rugs
scattered here and there.
A blanket the girl offered him, not looking down to his
nudity. August accepted, blushing himself. "Now, then,"
she spoke, "let's tend to those wounds." of which he had
many.
While she meticulously worked on applying various goos to
his itches and bites, scrapes, and gouges August became
enamored with her. Enthralled was he, her beauty was
remarkable, brown eyes she had, reddish brown hair, such
creamy skin, delicate features. He DID long to know what
she looked like naked.
He kept that notion at bay, not wanting to get an
embarrassing boner while she was doctoring him--she might
throw him out and that would be bad.
"Uh, my-my name's August." August finally stammered
aloud.
The girl paused in her work and looked to him, cocking
her head, she then soothed him with her smile, "My name
is Abigail."
An old fashioned name, an old fashioned homestead.
"You live here alone, Abigail?"
"Yes, just me and my pig, Vulgar."
'Vulgar?' hmmmm
The healing salves were wondrous, there was instant
gratification. So soothing. He leaned back in the chair
as Abby worked up his legs and arms and chest. She
smelled wondrous, jasmine and vanilla, it worked for her,
it really did.
She soon began working the upper portion of his legs.
August kept his mind on Abby, her tight fitting
Victorian-style clothes, her long neck, her beauty beyond
explainable words.
The blanket was removed and his nakedness behold!
Abby didn't seem to mind. August didn't either. He was
mildly embarrassed but was willing to let it be. Her
delicate hands smoothed over the green goo over his rough
textured skin--as she neared his manliness his balls
scrunched up and his cock began to rise--despite his best
efforts to keep his attention elsewhere he got a stiffy.
Abigail didn't seem to mind for soon she was stroking
August's schlong, working magnificently (and expertly) up
and down his shaft. Ohhhhh, it was wondrous! She clutched
at his nut sac, squeezed the base of his cock and then
placed her red luscious lips about the engorged head!
August began pumping into her mouth, hand running through
her hair, he no longer cared if this was some sort of
dementia or whatever, a blow job was a blow job was a
blow job!
Abby sucked well almost bringing him to cum. She stopped
short of that, though, sat back on her knees and smiled
up to him, her brown eyes shinning. There was an aire of
mystery to the lone girl. Living in the woods by herself,
how far away was she from anyone else?
Touching his cock again those new questions became
fleeting. She then stood and began undoing her shawl,
followed by her tight fitting Victorian dress.
August watched her as she took five minutes to undress.
The clothing simply fell away to the floor and she was as
remarkable nude as she was dressed! Even more so.
(naturally.) Well developed breasts, not hanging, perky,
torpedo-like, perfect round unblemished nipples. Her skin
as a whole was perfect, no moles, no marks, scars,
blemishes of any kind.
Down at her "triangle" it was neatly trimmed, a thick
patch of perfectly shaped pubes guarding the entrance to
her love tunnel. Casually he backed up, sultry-like. She
made her way to the lone bed and lay out on it, fingering
herself. August couldn't believe it--this HAD to be a
dream.
He came to her on nimble legs, he was no longer in any
pain or discomfort from his woodsy ordeal, but now just
in pure awe. Laying out nakedly she was wondrous--
remarkable. He didn't know where to begin. Could he go
down on her and nosh, would she be cool with that? Could
he be rough with her? Could he doink her up the butt,
between the tits, pee on her!?
He settled for fingering her pussy and licking her out,
priming her for the final victory.
Abigail rolled and twisted on the bed, clutching at his
hair and the bed, gyrating and bucking into his face,
moaning and groaning and carrying on so. August had to
guess that she was incredibly horny. That was a safe bet.
After licking her cunny until his tongue wore out, he
engulfed it, breathed heavily into it, then traveled his
tongue to her belly button.
Abby continued to buck wildly, not saying any words,
biting her lips and being frantically in need. August was
ready to satiate that need, he lay upon her, guiding his
aching cunt loving cock into her quim. Abby almost
shrieked as he made entry. Her body tightened up, nipples
went erect, back arched. August sank himself into her and
they both recoiled at the union. Slowly with fever they
entered into lovemaking. They kissed passionately as
August plowed into her cunny. Abby bucked into him,
clinging tenaciously to his backside and latching onto
his shoulder. She bit him hard but he tolerated it and
fucked her just as hard.
While scrogging away, August wanted to make the best of
the deal, make it last. So he sent his frapped mind to
think about other things, but those "other" things failed
to come to mind. Only the scent of jasmine and vanilla--
now mixed with what he took to be--gingerbread.
Gingerbread, now there was a smell he had not enjoyed
since he was a wee little lad. His demented fucked up
pissed off 90% of the time mother used to prepare
gingerbread, she made it year round and August loved it.
It had been years since but the smell of it wafted into
his nose and filled him. He looked around casually for
where the scent might be coming from but couldn't see
anything. He pumped more vigorously filling the young
woman beneath him, sending her into orgasmic oblivion.
Timing is Everything
Chapter 19: Song of Sorrows
There was a brief rest-interlude, August needed it. He
lay exhausted up against the wall, Abigail lay beside him
recovering as well. This was only a brief period, Abby
soon had her hand about his schlong, squeezing it and
bringing it back to life. August scrunched about on the
bed until he was on his back, he felt better this way.
Abby lay up against him, a firm hold on his cock. Soon
she came to straddle him, this was okay, too.
At first she just moved her sex up and down along his
elongated organ, her eyes were closed and she slowly
thrashed her head about, her nipples continuously pert.
His cock finally nestled back into that comfy spot in her
body, her pussy fully engulfing it; Abby twitched,
shuddered, and August felt a wash of her personal juices
flood his balls. He griped her ass flesh and jammed his
rod into her relentlessly. The fuck was on!
Abby was good, no doubt about that. She lay down on him
and shoved her tongue into his mouth for a deep
penetrating Frenching. His hands continued to hold
doggedly her ass, his balls slapping/cinching UP as he
slammed his cock into her. The sensation was incredible.
At one point his hands gripped everything, the bed, the
wall, her back, the bed, the wall again. Abby lay her
head nestled into the crook of his shoulder, her hips
continuously working feverously into his body. A strong
scent came to August, that gingerbread smell. It was much
more stronger than before, almost overpowering.
Bringing his hand up into Abby's hair the scent was right
there. On his fingers. He sniffed and sucked--
gingerbread! He was confused. He looked around and found
where he had scratched the wall. He scratched the wall
and then sniffed his fingers, then brought up a piece of
the "plaster".
Gingerbread! Abby sat up, there was a wild fire in her
eyes. August gulped, he didn't like where this was going.
Abby slowly seemed to be changing, it was subtle. She
continued to buck into him, though, her pussy was
wonderful. August found he couldn't stop himself and
continued to pump back. They held one another's arms and
continued fucking.
August began getting uncomfortable, though. He was
wigging out, so to speak. Abby seemed to be changing,
growing older before his eyes. He DEFINITELY didn't like
where this was going. His attention was directed to some
noise, from off to one side at the open kitchen, the pot
on the stove was boiling over upsetting the lid. When he
looked an arm (AN ARM) was sticking out.
'Holy shit!' "HOLY SHIT!" he cried. When he looked back
to Abigail, she HAD changed, she HAD grown older, she WAS
old--very old, a WITCH!
August began to panic, "Ab-Ab-Abigail!" he shrieked.
"Oh, don't worry deary!" gleamed the old hag, she
incessantly humped all the harder, holding onto him as
well as down. He wriggled and tried not to fuck back, but
his cock was incensed with the bizarre doings and was
going for broke.
August was repulsed by the sheer ugliness of the old
bitch, at least, though, her redeeming quality was that
she didn't reek like on old hag. She DID, though, begin
flicking her tongue and leaning down, "Come on, deary",
she chortled, "come give ole Abigail some tongue!" she
gnashed her old yellow teeth together and August
seriously began freaking out.
There suddenly was a knock on the door.
Abigail stopped and sat up, she blinked hard and brushed
back wisps of gray old woman hair.
"Wh-who is it?" she said using her Young Abigail voice.
"Lumberjack Dan," spoke a gruff voice, "I seemed to be
lost, can you help me out?" Abigail was delighted, she
winked to the distraught August, "Now you stay right
there!" she said, as she moved off of him his over
sensitized cock shoot a strand of love juices all over
her sopping wet cunny and nude old woman belly. August
was once more appalled. Abigail cast some sort of "hold"
spell on him and went to the door.
She changed back to the Young Abigail and remained naked.
She opened the door and August could see that it was none
other than Big Bad.
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed Big Bad.
"Won't you come in?" said Abigail unphased by Big Bad's
wolf form.
Big Bad nodded, grinning, chewing on the straw and
rubbing himself between the gangly legs that supported
him. Abigail turned her back on him and waltzed into the
room. Big Bad checked August on the bed, he smiled,
narrowed his eyes, then leaned for a sniff. "Hmmmmm," he
said, "I've smelt you before."
August said nothing but lay as still as possible, hoping
that something what happen to allow him out of the
bizarre situation he had gotten himself into.
Abigail came to the boiling pot on the stove and
resettled the lid. She checked the pot over the open
fire; suddenly a spark from the fire leaped out and "bit"
Abigail.
Big Bad was shucking himself out of his clothes,
masturbating and checking out the Young Abigail's naked
ass, drooling and nodding his head.
Abigail shrieked from being burned by the ember, that
shriek apparently made her lose concentration of her
"magic" and she returned rather quickly to the Old
Abigail.
"ACK!" cried out the wolf. "Holy shit!" he barked. Then,
"What the fuck!?" he looked on and Abby turned on him,
"It's me, deary," her titties that had been torpedo-like,
sagged like water balloons--as did most of her skin,
"whatsa matter, don't like experienced?"
Big Bad shook his head and began backing up, "Son-of-a-
bitch!" he wailed, "I wouldn't fuck you with HIS dick!"
he remarked indicating August.
Wrong thing to say.
Abigail seethed with rage, she mumbled something
unintelligible and whipped up a spell faster than a cum
squirt. There was a puff of smoke and August looked to
see where Big Bad had been standing now stood a pig. A
hog, rather.
August found that he could now sit up, no longer held by
the Witch's Hold spell. She looked to him, August looked
to the hog. "Shit." he exclaimed. "Uh, that other hog,"
August said noting the hog he had seen earlier rooting
for mushrooms.
"Aye, a human at one time."
"Well," he said sighing, "you do what you gotta do." he
tried to smile and make light of the situation. Abigail
faced him, looked him up and down, then turned to the
stove. "Go." she said.
"Beg pardon."
"GO!" she said dramatically. "Go and never come back." He
didn't understand, but he guessed he had given her such a
good fuck she was letting him go. He scratched the hog's
ears and fled.
*****
Song of Sorrow, Tragedies, and Alice
He guessed three days and nights he traveled through the
woods, sometimes along a wood path, sometimes along a
wood road. He drank water and pulled up tubers, found an
apple tree and gorged himself, wild strawberries, and the
like to sustain him. The "gabs" in his memory were
filling, he remembered virtually everything.
He was still amused by the "storybook" saga in his life,
the Witch was something else. If she would have stayed in
the Young Abigail form, why, he wouldn't have minded--
even KNOWING that she was an old hag.
The wolf, Big Bad--if the three little piggies could have
seen what had happened to the old fart bag! But August
assumed that Big Bad had shared the trio with the Three
Bears.
He wondered what other "storybook" adventures he would
chance upon, there were many, famous stories, not so,
German, Italian, Greek, Japanese, and American--among
others. It could be a hell of an adventure for sure. And
the Device was still off-line.
He didn't know why and he began to wonder if maybe the
Device that had been implanted into his noggin (some how)
now had become "detached", and in so doing, August had
missed it, misplaced it, was unaware and had left it
behind somewhere.
Possibly when he was being shagged relentlessly by the
Indians of the Purple Schlong!
Well, he wasn't going back after that was for sure!
Mid morning of the fourth day of his foresty romp he
chanced upon a sight to behold. A young girl. Just the
thing that he needed. She was pretty, curled up by a log
sleeping. She wore a pale blue dress with frills, lace,
and a petticoat, long knee length stockings, black dress
shoes. She was blond, long blond hair, and about ten
years young. She was very pretty.
August hunkered down among the bushes, carefully eyeing
his surroundings, looking for poison oak, hemlock,
nettles, any animals, a woodsman with an axe. He didn't
know the girl right off, she could fit any storybook
story. He didn't know that many stories to begin with
anyhow. He marveled at her beauty, even sleeping she was
a charm to behold. Slyly in his mind he undressed her,
imagined her in a few "positions" and got serious wood.
He shook his head to clear it of those visions, being so
young, so pretty, so innocent appearing it was doubtful
that she WAS out in the woods alone.
August scanned intently the area, heard and saw nothing.
He sensed only the trees, er, smelled only the trees. He
himself he "smelled", too. The girl rubbed her nose, drew
her legs up more into a fetal-like position and continued
sleeping.
August became entranced with her, infatuated. But he
remembered these same feelings when firstly encountering
the lovely Abigail.
A red tailed hawked squawked and sailed over a small
nearby meadow. A woodpecker pecked wood (what else?) at a
nearby pine. Birds chirped, squirrels squirreled among
the branches above him. All was tranquil, serene. There
was no one about, no one at all.
August stepped out from the bushes, inching his way to
the sleeping girl. What was she doing here? He couldn't
see any homes, smelled no smoke from chimneys, heard no
sounds of anyone calling for her. Was she lost?
Abandoned? "Placed!?"
Or was she something else entirely?
More damn questions.
Gently he reached out and shook her shoulder. There was
little response--so he shook harder. Suddenly the little
girl shot up dramatically, frightened out of her wits.
She had the bluest eyes, the sweetest face.
Bits of leaves and pine needles clung to her pretty
luxurious blond hair. She was oh so pretty, an angel.
August hunkered before her, still nervous and concerned.
"W-who are you?" she stammered. She spoke well, just in
those few uncertain words. She seemed, too, be wildly
looking about, mouth open a bit, concerned for herself as
well.
"Uhm, I-I'm August, August Moone." then, "Who are you?"
The girl gulped, licked her lips and stared at August,
almost staring through him. Her nostrils flared and she
wore no earrings. She was ohhhh so pretty.
"Alice." she said in a small voice. "Alice Goodheart."
she stated. Naturally. August swallowed, it could be
worse--could be Joan of Arc, some very sleepy princess
with a curse on her head, or some such junk! He felt
blessed by the child, despite her off behavior.
"Are you all right?" August asked out of concern.
Timidly the young girl reached out her hand touching his
face. She seemed very strange and August noted that she
did not seem overly alarmed at his blatant nudity.
"Uhm, how did you come to be here?" August asked of her,
opening his legs a bit and fondling his wares. The young
ohhhh so pretty girl blinked her eyes, flared her
nostrils and shrugged, she rubbed her head and August so
noted that she had a small bump there.
"I don't really remember," she said, "but I was chasing
after a rabbit."
"A rabbit?" then, "Uh, a WHITE rabbit?"
"Yes, yes!" squealed the little girl, "Have you seen it?"
oh brother!
It came to pass that the child was blind. She hadn't
always been so, August assumed (and hoped) that it was
only temporary due to the knock on the noggin. He stood
her up and proceeded to "check her out" to see if she had
anything that needed tending to. (naturally, ulterior
motives prevailing!)
A lovely creature she was, so young, pretty, and
innocent. She was a bit frightened about her inability to
see, but seemed rather calm about it just the same.
August assured her that her blindness would only be
temporary, he ran his hands up and down her legs and
arms, brushed her cheeks and stood stark naked before
her.
He took her hand and guided it to his erection. She was
only mildly alarmed, "Do you know what that it?" August
chided her.
"No." she replied.
August gulped, this had possibilities unknown!
He got her to stroke him, saying hardly anything, to cup
his balls and all. If she was the "Alice" he knew, then
her perception of "sex" would be nill, she would scarcely
have the foresight knowledge of what a boy/guy/man of any
age would look like--let alone FEEL.
"Uhm, it's a manner in which it might be able to allow
you to see." he lied. Alice was all ears. So na‹ve. He
grinned and looked around to make sure the child was
utterly alone; saw no one and thusly he did enter into
mayor's wife of Deadwood had once called--Debauchery!
*****
Alice's young lips came to press against his bone, she
asked no questions and August was enthralled. Gently he
pressed his bone to her mouth, pushing it gingerly
inward. Alice reacted as she should, a little frightened
for a reason she did not know, concerned, and not overly
liking the "taste" of his pre-cum.
"You want to be able to SEE again, don't you?" scolded
August.
Alice nodded and once more attempted the oral deed.
August gently pressed his hand behind her pretty little
head, pushing her down to fully engulf his member.
Alive was not overly accommodating, which was perfectly
understandable (and tolerable.) he had her stop when she
began retching saying, "We'll have to try some other
methods."
He took her by the hand, wheels in his twisted mind
spinning out of control--debauchery!
Debauchery!
August led the blind lost Alice to a creek in the woods.
He checked the surroundings--again he heard and saw no
one (who would be a threat) and bid the girl should
undress.
She hesitated. She didn't protest but was all kinds of
concerned, if not confused. "You're going to get into the
creek," August explained, "it's possible that the cool
waters will have healing properties for you."
"Oh." the girl was very prim and proper and not overly
amused about undressing before a stranger. August had to
urge her strongly, he really wished the Device was
online, that would help.
"Hey," he told her, "uhm, I'll turn about and not look
(fat chance) and when you are ready, step into the water
and sit down."
There was a moment of hesitation, the little wonder
nodded, licked her lips thoughtfully and began
undressing. August sat on a nearby stump and watched her,
masturbating gallantly all the way--he loved this part.
It took just a few minutes but Alice was finally
unclothed. The prim & proper child held her hands before
her extreme nudity, but August saw her well enough, "Are
you in, yet?" asked called out smiling to her.
Alice looked into his direction, "Almost." she replied.
She brushed back her long straight perfect blond hair and
tested the water. She shuddered, it was a bit too cold
for her. "The water is too cold!" she exclaimed.
August brooded, narrowed his eyes and thought, then.
"All right, just lay down on the bank, arms to your
sides, legs straight out."
Compliance. She was soooooooo na‹ve!!
August carefully stepped to her. Alice was a little
emotional, concerned, frightened, and very naked. She was
very (VERY) lovely. A bald naked perfect untouched poon
she had. Not a hair one was sprouting. August straddled
her. Alice realized and tried to move, he held her
firmly, "Nay, child, I'm going to help you. You want me
to help you, don't you?"
The child must have sensed his wrongdoing, she began to
freak.
August being much more powerful than she simply lay on
her, his sheer weight holding her fast to the clover
laden ground. He sucked on her nipples, no breasts, just
nipples; up and down her body he ran his hands, squeezing
the cheeks before gliding his hungry aching cock against
her virgin slit.
Alice seriously began freaking, crying and carrying on.
August held off being overly aggressive to her, with this
one he didn't want to do that. (not yet anyways.) He
forced her legs open and began poking at her pussy. Alive
bawled and lay in terror, eyes bulging as a "foreign"
object violated her person.
August slid himself into her virginity, inching slowly so
as not to put a serious hurt on/in her. Alice grappled
with him, hitting and clawing; then as his manliness sunk
in as far as possible and the "fuck" actually began, she
gripped the clover and hung on, unable to speak or do
anything.
August concentrated on the act, moving in and out slowly,
holding off driving deep and tearing her up. This wasn't
to be a violent rape, just a gentle I-gotta-fuck-(you)
fuck.
The thing was male orgasms--one big one and the
plummeting afterwards really sinks a guy's energy. August
empty his load, trying to stretch it as long as possible,
pulled out and humped the "gash" and rested partially
still on the child and on his side. Alice recovered, but
her sex was damaged, sore. She was hurt and confused and
didn't know what to do.
August tried to recover sufficiently to deal with the
confused frantic child, she moved from him falling into
the creek. The cold water stunned her and made her more
frantic than she already was. The water WAS cold, but
necessary in cleaning off their sex parts, if not
revitalizing them. Afterwards August held the girl still,
across his lap and spanked her. "You listen to me,"
August demanded changing his tone some, "you behave, you
be good and do as yer told, be calm and simply deal with
what I'm doing. In the end you'll be fine, you'll be
alright, you'll see and everything."
"You're a monster!" she cried out as she languished on
his lap.
'Ok, so I'm a monster.' he smacked her bare bottom then
proceeded to diddle the equally virginal asshole.
Alice lay still for quite some time (this after being not
so calmly buggered in the ass). August opened her legs
and frowned at the bruising he had caused on her inner
thighs. He didn't like doing that. He DID like, though,
going down on her young hairless snatch. Her legs he had
to hold as he pinned her down, tongue dancing wildly
in/on her young snatch.
Right at the pivotal point of ecstasy he lay on her and
drove his severely aching cock back into her cunny. Alice
thrashed about, arching her back and only partially
deriving slight pleasure from the horrid violation.
August-the Debaucherer assailed the young girl twice more
that day, not including another rump hump and a chest
hump along with a facial rub. He spanked the girl into
utter submission and then urinated on her chest. In turn
when Alice indicated that she, too, needed to find a
"privy" August merely situated her onto his lap and
forced her to urinate on his sex.
Eating raw foods from the ground was not Alice cup of
tea. She spoke of her home and how there was always good
foods to eat, milk, tea, or fresh water. She was a
charmer and lived a prim life without strife. August
carried Alice's clothes and they moved on through the
woods.
When night fell August worried about sleeping, the girl
might get her sight back suddenly, might try and thrash
him (kill) or simply run off. Lightly he tied her up, for
her own safety as well as his. He spanked her and held
off slapping her, "Now you be good," he warned, "don't
make me put a hurt on you you'll never forget."
Alice shed a few tears and nodded her ohhhhh so pretty
head that she would indeed be good. It was doubtful, but
possible. August's cock was in no mood to shag her, they
had no fire and the night was rather chilly. They
snuggled to one another and August drifted to sleep.
Right as rain, come the new morning Alice was gone.
August bitched to himself--this was not a good thing. He
had no idea where she could have gotten to. He scanned
the area wondering how much of a head start she had.
He found her not far away towards a new meadow in the
woods, she had tripped over a log, her hands binded still
behind her and her ankles hobbled. In her haste to escape
the Debaucherer she hadn't spent the time needed to untie
herself.
She was unconscious, exhausted and a new bump on her
pretty little head. August was a little infuriated with
her, soooooo, right then and there after seeing that she
was alright otherwise, he spanked her and then positioned
her la doggie style and doinked her.
Her cheeks he spread wide and angled his enormously hole
hungry cock to her pert backdoor. Her ohhhhh so pretty
face was pushed down onto the clover and he slid every
inch of his manhood into her orifice.
She never awoke until after he was "done" with her. While
she was awake he spanked her and re-doinked her up the
butt.
He was enamored with the young girl; she was a truly
unique beauty, 'specially while naked. They watched (he
watched she listened) as deer come to the meadow and
drink, squirrels and chipmunks chase one another; they
walked nakedly through the woods, August eventually
untying the child and sometimes carrying her on his back,
on his shoulders, in his arms.
Destination? 'we don't need no stinkin' destination!'
when they got tired, they sat and rested, slept, eat and
drank their fill. August learned more of Alice, her
family, her home and fine foods. August in turn shared
HIS stories, the Wild West was especially entrancing for
Alice; as they traveled, in the morning he would fuck
her, then at noon, mid afternoon, evening, and before
bedtime.
Usually in the morning it was her pussy he plunged into.
In the afternoons he enjoyed shagging her cute bee-hind.
He got her to "suck" him and as well got her to enjoy
BEING sucked. She felt as he spilled/shot his juices onto
her face and chest, she sucked his balls but seriously
was repulsed when he tried to get her to lick as corn
hole. She may have been blind but her nose worked really
well.
He watched her squat to pee and poop. There was nothing
she could do about that, or anything. He did get her to
laugh, at some of his antics he told of during his
misadventures. He taught her to masturbate, to please
herself, then filled her confused noggin with the joys of
sex; contradicting those things that had been taught to
her about modesty and such things. Why, she had an older
sister and had never once seen the girl in the nude, and
Alice couldn't recall the sister seeing her as well in
such a state. Her mother, though, had. But that was a
natural. No, she had NEVER seen her father unclothed, or
any male member of the house.
At length they came to a cabin. (yep, another cabin!) it
was rustic and abandoned. Inside a small family of
raccoons had taken up residence, there was a single cot
with some blankets, a handmade from the forest table and
chairs, a counter, and most of all a fireplace.
No one had been in the cabin for a LONG time. The place
needed airing out and the blankets a beating. August
thoroughly enjoyed watched young Alice prance about butt
bare assed naked. There was a small creek nearby for
water, that evening they had their first fire in days.
August prepared a stew for them and they feasted well,
feeding the raccoons in "payment" for use of the cabin.
They made the cabin their home and stayed there many
days. Every day August kept to his schedule, doinking
Alice upon arising, pussy, mouth, asshole--one of the
three before and just after sunrise. August gathered the
food, made a bow & arrow and promptly shot himself in the
foot.
He then proceeded to kill a tree, a bush, another tree
and finally speared a trout in the creek--though he was
aiming for the 8-point buck down stream. Using old Indian
techniques for skinning and butchering he made a fine
mess but filled their bellies just the same. He wondered
casually about impending weather changes--like winter for
instance. He couldn't tell if they were HIGH in the
mountain, or LOW in the valley.
A time or two he did worry about other things, could he
spend his entire life here? With Alice? Well, that part
wouldn't be so bad, but--as he patted her belly while she
slept, he came to realize that he could very well
possibly knock her up. That would be bad, 'specially at
her young age. But even so, later on, as she got a little
older--her having a baby by him.
Despite those pesky woes he wasn't going to stop doinking
her, not on yer life! All Good Things Come to an End; Sad
But True
One morning they were both out on a hike, exploring their
new world, holding hands, singing, when voices were
suddenly heard--not their own. They hunkered down into
the bushes and listened. The voice, naturally, stopped.
The two moved on and when they came to a large open area
with a huge hill on one side, deep-deep woods on the
other, across the opening a thousand yards or so movement
could be seen.
Staring, peeing, August detected people, people and
horses. There seemed to be a wagon. He smelled smoke and
heard riotous laughter. Men! He wanted no part of them.
The following morning he awoke to find his little wonder
gone.
Looking around the immediate vicinity of their little
homestead gave him no solace. She hadn't gone hunting,
hadn't gone to fetch water. Her blindness was slowly
going away, day be day she was seeing light, shapes,
colors. It was all still very fuzzy, but still.
Then, upon hearing some laughter carried by the wind he
knew.
"That little bitch!" he ran. He ran hard, stumbling,
falling, getting smacked in the noggin by a low slung
unseen branch, but he ran, buck naked out into the open
area beyond the hill, then darting back into the thicket
of the woods.
He found his little wonder, she had fallen, too, and was
at a large fallen pine tree. He collapsed on top of her
and she desperately tried to keep her quite. The voice of
the Men came to be, August peered up over the log and saw
four men in Old West garb prowling about in a "hunting"
formation. One man had stopped to piss on a bush, another
was standing by a tree just finishing peeing and was now
blatantly masturbating.
"You keep playing with that thing, Jarred, and it's gonna
fall off!" chirped one of the other men.
August knew better than to play his hand, or to do
anything--these men were potentially dangerous. He kept
his hand about Alice's mouth--but she snaked a hand down
between his legs and grabbed his sensitive-to-the-touch
naked dangling testicles--and gave them a squeeze.
August yelled out in discomfort and Alice jumped up and
scrambled over the log.
"Whoa!" What do we have here!"
August tried to recover as quickly as he could, he didn't
know what to do, though--to run and cover or make a try
to recover Alice.
His indecision cost him--the lead man brought up his pre-
old western rifle and fired. The bullet at such close
range tore through August's shoulder and sent him
sprawling. He tumbled down a small hill and lay at the
bottom in a heap. He heard whoops and hollers from above,
one man leaned over the pine log, spit and disappeared.
The pain in his shoulder was immense. He couldn't think,
he could barely move. The only thought on his mind was
Alice. The bitch. Ants and other assorted bugs were
crawling about him, a bee stung his bare ass and two more
came to assail him. With great effort he moved, crawling
on his hands knees, more bugs finding their way to him to
feast.
It was near evening fall by the time he reached the pine
log. He could barely see anything let alone hear. The
pain his shoulder was burning, this was NOT good.
The simple thing to do would have been to go AROUND the
great pine, but no, August climbed over--slipped and
managed to dislocate his shoulder upon colliding with the
ground. The bark of the tree was, too, unkind to his
naked skin.
Deftly in great pains he moved along searching for sights
and/or sounds. He had to paused several times to get his
breath, the pains wracking his body were immeasurable.
At length, though, he came upon an encampment; three
large uncovered wagons where here, there was a picket
line where the horses were tethered. Center was a great
blazing fire. Scattered about were several men, only one
August recalled--the one who had shot him.
The men were all drunk--and naked.
Center of attraction was two men putting it to ohhhh so
pretty Alice Goodheart. One man behind her while the
other in front of her as they lay on their side. The girl
made no noise, no movement whatsoever. August hunkered
down in the bushes and watched--there was nothing that he
could do, what COULD he do?
The man behind pumping finally "got off", pulled out and
slapped the girl's ass, rolled onto his back and
masturbated to the very last bit of enjoyment from the
defiling act as possible. The man pumping Alice's pussy
rolled her over onto her back and plowed relentlessly
until he got his nut, too.
"Hey, better let me have another go," spoke up one of the
other men, "'fore rigor mortis sets in." the man fucking
pulled out and scooted aside, the man making the comment
put his naked schlong to the motionless girl and fucked
her for several minutes.
August noted sadly that she never moved. She couldn't. A
huge lump formed in his throat. "Son-of-a-bitch." he said
aloud.
There & Back Again, Again
Ohhhh the agony! Pain and anguish, sorrow and heartbreak.
He didn't make it back to the cabin, he couldn't find it.
After leaving the encampment of the men he fell down the
hill once more. As he faded into dying oblivion he heard
a song, an angelic song--a song sung by Alice Goodheart.
"*You say that life keeps getting harder each day,
each step you take there's some thing blocking your way.
I'd love to help you if there's some thing I could do,
If love would make it better for you.
I've seen the sad look, I've heard you cry,
and counted the tears that fell from your eyes.
You need a shoulder you need a friend,
you're almost at your end.
This world's a cold place, that we both know,
but it's so much colder when you're a lone.
Two hearts are always better than one,
after it's said and done.
Try to imagine how it would feel,
living each day in love that was real.
Think how much lighter your load would be,
if it was shared with me.
All of your troubles I think you'd find,
would disappear in these arms of mine.
Come let me hold you near me a while,
Come let me make you smile.
You say that life keeps get ting harder each day,
each step you take there's some thing blocking your way.
I'd love to help you if there's some thing I could do,
If love would make it better for you.
I'd love to help you if there's some thing I could do,
If love would make it better for you.*"
Haunting words that would last him a lifetime. Her sweet
voice, her sweet persona. August would never be the same,
but he hoped that he could be--but he doubted it.
Timing is Everything
Chapter 20: Number 43, the Larch!
If there was another green transitional segue, he missed
it. He neatly awoke in a desert scheme. It was warm out,
but not baking. He was uncomfortable but not in pain. He
was hungry AND thirsty. His mind was frapped, that was
for sure. Jillions of memories came flooding in suddenly
and quickly with no formation of logical placement.
A bitch of a headache didn't help.
Sitting up he favored his shoulders, both of them. One
hurt more than the other but for the life of him he
didn't know why. There were numerous hurtie-owies on his
person, numerous. He was dazed, confused, and very
hungry. In his sights there was something of a green
field he couldn't make out--no, not a GREEN field of
crops, meadows, or any sort of vegetation. THIS green
field had lines.
He shook his head, squeezing his eyes tight and then
reopening them there was still the green lines in his
vision, there were numbers faintly therein, too. He heard
a whine in his ears, tasted blood in his mouth, he leaned
against a nearby rock and waited until his mind had
sufficient time to collect its self and tell him what was
what.
Darkness would descend upon him before that happened. In
the looming darkness he saw more clearly the green lines,
he moved/waved his hand before his face--he could see
beyond, the landscape, the stars, he couldn't figure it--
right before his eyes there was a small green square.
He shivered thru the cold night, listened to the coyotes,
smelled his own fear. He sat at marveled at the tranquil
sky, the twinkling stars, the descending moon then the
rising sun. Only then did most of his frapped memories
allow him to remember. Those things that were most
disturbing or too hurtful to remember he shoved down into
the deep recesses of his mind.
The Device was back online. NOW it was back. He could
have used it a while ago. That memory forced its way back
to his conscious, he yelled some words, kicked the ground
and fumed. That had turned out badly and he didn't like
it.
Off he went, striking out into no particular destination.
There was no water to be had, there was NOTHING to be
had; so he walked. By mid afternoon he had come to a
gully where there was a bit of water. He saw, too, a lone
steer drinking. The steer looked at him longingly, "Don't
get any funny ideas, asshole, or I'll make hamburger
outta you!"
The steer licked his lips and moved on.
It dawned on August that the steer obviously wasn't a
"wild" steer, he belonged somewhere, to somebody. August
followed the black brute, up the gully side onto a sort
of plain. There were lots of scrub brush about, cow turds
fresh and not so. He saw one rattler and stayed clear of
it, then saw a small herd of cows.
There wasn't much to hunker down behind and hide, the sun
was beginning to bake his bare backside, his feet had
gotten kind of tough, but his bare skin hadn't.
He waited a few moments, seeing no one about then
meandered down among the herd.
The day was spent "meandering", he was hungry, hot, and
longed for those things in his past adventures that had
given him pleasure--Walnut Grove would be good.
Presently he came upon what looked like a settlement of
some sort, a lone building stood out a ways, there were
many corrals, horses, and small abodes scattered all
about. The day was waning, August saw people milling
about, herding the cattle and horses. No one paid him any
mind as he darted blatantly across the semi-arid
scorching ground.
Upon reaching the shade of a open shelter housing barrels
and horse tackle. He smelled something--familiar-like.
Searching about he saw a pie resting on a sill at an open
window. He helped himself. A nearby water pump helped
quench his thirst. When he stood getting his bearings and
trying to think of what he was to do nextly, a cute
little girl of five stood nearby.
She was staring, staring at his nudity. August gulped,
this could be bad. He didn't know, she carried a handmade
rag doll missing an eye and not in good shape. The little
girl's hair was all in a mess, too.
Suddenly out from around a shed building a teenage girl
in a huff came and grabbed the little girl, "I told you
to stay close!" scolded the new arrival. The little girl
pointed at August, the older girl looked--looked right at
August and made no comment.
Odd.
The older girl jerked the younger one and moved off to a
house.
August mulled. Ohhhh-kay. Slowly he crept around, not
overly certain for sure what was what. Could be bad,
could be good, he wasn't quite sure. He saw a young
cowpoke emerging from a privy, he spat, dusted off his
hat by slapping it against his jeans, then looked around
hitching up his britches. He looked right at August, said
nothing but spat again and made his way to a small house.
Hmmmmm
A girl in a typical prairie dress circa 1870ish strolled
by, humming to herself, a bonnet on her pretty little
head, all of about 18ish or so. She gave August no second
look (or even a first one) whatsoever. Hmmmm, this had
possibilities. He followed the girl, closely; came right
up beside her and after making a so-so security check of
his whereabouts, their whereabouts, and all like that
there, he lightly brushed his hand against her arm.
She looked startled and looked wildly about. She was a
dark brown haired girl with her hair pulled tightly up
into a bun. Well poised was she, well mannered and so-so
well dressed. Her dark brown eyes looked all about but so
nothing that could have touched her.
August stared at his HeadsUpDisplay, most of the
programming seemed to be running, but he noted a couple
of lines of programming seemed to have jumbled letters.
Was this significant, would it straighten out later on?
More fucking questions with no fucking answers!
The area was not overly desolate, there were a few
sporadic trees, mostly corrals and small homesteads. A
small sprawling town was just down a ways nestled against
some foothills. August determined that he was back in the
Old West. Why or how he didn't know. Didn't care, either.
But what part of the old west, what year, and where?
The teenage girl he had spooked suddenly stopped to pay
attention to a commotion going on. At a rustic log
building apparently used as some sort of business August
wasn't sure of there was a gangly no-account man
walloping his very young daughter. The girl was about six
years young in a shortie-type dress, barefooted, dingy
blond hair. The daddy had her roughly by the arm and was
jerking her along as he walloped her bare ass.
Many folks were staring, shaking their heads. A lone boy
stood by a wagon holding a pair of shoes. The man beating
his daughter was heard to exclaim, "We don't take
nothing' from no fucking Indian, ya hear!" and he went on
to spout more obscenities and scoldings. A boy barely
three or four years young suddenly stopped as he
playfully ran from an older sibling; he stopped at the
dirt road and pointed straight at August. August froze.
The girl he had spooked went merrily on her way. The
older sibling who had been chasing the boy came to him
and scooped him up; the boy yapped to his pre-teen
sister, "Look Jessie, he aint got no clothes on,
neither!" nor did the little boy.
The girl looked, August was ready to bolt.
"What man?" she asked.
Oh? Hmmmmmm
He continued to test his theory upon the townsfolk of
Lonesome Creek. He still didn't know state he was in or
the year, not that it mattered. He determined (at length)
that as far as the adults and teens went, he was unseen.
Little kids from five and under could see him, he didn't
know why. Their sighting of him, though, was poo-pooed by
those around them who did NOT see him.
August made a pest of himself, mindful though of the fact
that the Device, although embedded in his head, was at
some times unreliable. Getting caught with his hands in
the proverbial cookie jar could be bad, could be fatal.
So his first thing to do was to secure some clothing.
Lonesome Creek had as many as three general stores, one
was classified as a mercantile store--big deal, same
difference. There, too, was a train depot, a post office,
a stage coach line, five saloons, a barber shop, two
hotels across from each other, and a few livery stables.
The rest of the sprawling dust town was homes.
After securing for himself some clothes, boots, and a
hat, he discovered that he was STILL unseen. This was
good. He guessed. Whatever, he determined, he took
into/onto his person became absorbed in the invisibility
factor.
He helped himself to some ready-to-eat foods--crackers,
pickles, licorice, and then sashayed down a back alley to
the Hotel Alamar whereas within it had a restaurant.
Chicken Pot Pie, fresh apple pie, and a frothy glass of
milk made August very happy. The only downside was the
old biddy who worked the kitchen, she was most
unpleasant--to be around and look at! August avoided her,
helped himself and tried to finger out what up with the
Device. He couldn't glean much info on the defunct
abilities of the Device Item 0110, it was as is--
primarily functioning on its own he assumed. That sucked.
That could be potentially--dangerous. He decided to keep
to himself and out of peoples sight (or as much as
possible) lest the damn thing in his noggin should
suddenly "reveal" him.
A cast off newspaper helped make a determination of where
in time he was--there was still a big push to make
Montana the state in the union. This would occur come
November 8th, making Montana the 41rst state in the union
and making August sitting pretty in 1889. He could live
with that, it only showed that at least he was advancing
along the time line, now he was only 72 years away from
being born!!
There was a back alley to the town, it was "open" and
faced out into the wilds of a Montana desert. Snow capped
mountains in the backdrop, August couldn't remember the
name of the mountain range but they were pretty. August
wasn't alone in the back alley, nestled behind some rain
barrels were two kids, about eleven years young--a boy
and a girl.
Oh boy!
August listened and watched as it seemed as though the
Girl was making all the plays. She wore a typical dull
blue dress with no frills, sandy brown hair down to the
middle of her back, rosy cheeks, a sweet smile, and a bit
of the Devil in her.
'for she pulled up her pale dull blue dress exposing the
fact that she was "bare under there". She held it up
enough so as the Boy could have a looksee at her nudity.
The Boy hunkered down feasting his eyes on the bald poon,
licking his lips and admiring.
The Girl blushed and let down her dress, "Now your turn."
she piped.
The boy seemed a bit nervous, he looked around, mulled it
over, then nodded and began unhitching his trousers. He
wore underclothes but pulled the long undies to one side
and out popped his cock. It was now the Girl's turn to
feast--and feast she did, admiring the cock, examining it
intently, nostrils flaring. Slowly but surely the Boy's
schlong began to "rise."
The Girl, on her own, reached out to touch it. At first
the Boy backed up, startled at such a thing for her to
do. But he reacted quickly and the Girl placed her hand
about his organ. She held it, squeezed, and moved
effortlessly up and down, squeezing/cupping his balls and
all.
"You want to touch mine?" the Girl asked a loaded
question.
The Boy, though, wasn't sure. He licked his lips, looked
about and put his cock back inside his trousers, then
shrugged, "Okay." The Girl once more raised her dress and
the boy snaked a hand out to finger the most holy of
holies. On August's astute observation--the Girl was NOT
a virgin. Hmmmm, imagine that!
The boy fingered the poon, slipping in, going about the
whole outside of the entrance, thinking that there must
be more to it! He had a quirky smile and so did the Girl.
The Boy, "Ralph" stood up and looked down to the
"erection" that was poking out of his rust colored
trousers. He seemed somewhat shocked. "Jola" didn't
seemed surprised. She smiled, blushed deep red and
twisted about then went to sat on a small crate just her
size, she pulled the dress up more and leaned back,
shoulders against the gray slats of the Building & Trust
Co. Ralph stared and the new sight, a new angle and the
girl was practically naked.
"Come here." she said brushing strands of her pretty hair
out of her face. She LOOKED so innocent. August leaned
against one of the barrels and continued to watch.
Ralph scooted forward, holding his unhitched britches up,
still staring and still with an erection. Jola reached
out and took holt of his dick, smooth her hand over it
and then guided it where it belonged.
Ralph was most concerned, unsure, and quite nervous. But
as soon as the head of his cock breeched Jola's cunt--
well, natural instinct took over and he sunk himself
right in.
August enjoyed watching their antics, the boy's ass
flexing as he instinctively pumped Jola's pussy; Jola
thrashing about as she endured the new fuck. Ralph at
length pulled out, squirting some juices, shooting his
jiz all over Jola's pussy and midriff.
"Don't waste it!" scolded the girl, she scooted off of
the crate and got his dong into her hot mouth and sucked
him dry--diddling her poon all the while. Ralph was
perplexed--sure it felt good--but it was strange just the
same.
He shot another wad into the girl's mouth and she drank
it all, sucked on his hairless balls and then sat back on
her heels smacking her lips. She then did commit to
peeing; grinning all the way. She looked down between her
legs as she peed, Ralph squatted and looked, too.
It didn't seem as though Jola had any other plans for her
astute student, Ralph. August did, though, for the both
of them. With a big sigh he put the whammy on the both of
them; and right as rain (or something close) Ralph and
Jola were "whammied."
"Take off your clothes." he told them both. The Device
transmitted the power input signal-command along the
verbal carrier emission and voila! The two kiddies slowly
stripped off all their clothes. For Jola that wasn't
much, she had no underclothes on at all--just the dress.
Once the kiddies were butt naked, August got between them
and fondled their asses as they stood. The late afternoon
sun warmed their nakedness and August was enthralled.
When after he had had his fill of fondling their asses,
he put Jola back on the crate and impelled young Ralph to
"kiss her pussy."
Ralph hesitated but then went to his knees, his nose
wrinkled up and there was more hesitation--he had just
witnessed the girl pee, he wasn't so inclined to "go down
on her." but August insisted and Ralph complied.
August took a look around, security check. Thereafter he
withdrew his own bone and had Jola handle him while Ralph
licked her pissy/cum laden pussy. He leaned in, bracing
against the building and pushing his prong into her sweet
mouth. His Q&A seemed to be offline, inaccessible, or
something or he would have pegged her for information.
Checking on Ralphy boy, the boy had a serious boner.
August fondled it, cupped and caressed his bald balls,
then guided him into position to re-insert himself into
Jola. August gripped the boy's bare ass while he pumped.
Soon the young boy was cumming. August smacked the boy's
ass, digging a finger up into the lad's rectum. The boy
went ballistic and humped madly until he was sufficiently
drained. His schlong, though, remained somewhat stiff--
and still jutting juices!
Jola herself was cumming, the experience was staggering,
if not invigorating. Her young nude body shuddered all
over, her young eleven year old nipples standing out.
August took the moment to suck on them and diddle her
swamp box.
This only led to August ultimately slipping in his own
schlong into the girl's poon, sinking all the way in for
a nice snug fit, then slowly gliding in and out for
several minutes.
Jola griped his arms and held on, Ralph stood back behind
mindlessly masturbating. August humped, enjoyed, and
emptied a nice healthy load of spunk into the girl's well
fucked cunny. Another load spilled and coated her pretty
young pussy nicely. August needed a moment to rest, then
he recovered and put it to young masturbating Ralph to
"clean Jola's cunt."
Ralph hesitated a moment and then began lapping up the
goo.
In turn, Jola sucked his cock, she sucked August's, too.
In a bunk house down from where he left Jola and Ralph he
found two bunk hands in a compromising position. They
were young teens, 14 or 15 years of so, tall and lanky,
one a dirty brown haired fart the other a long shaggy
blond. The brown haired youth was up against a bunk with
his buckaroo pants down at his boots, bare assed. The
bunkhouse was a rustic old west smelling abode housing as
many as six bunk beds and five regular beds. No one else
was present, there were two windows on either side of the
main door, two more windows on either side of the
backdoor (where August Moone stood peering in through the
dirty pane.)
The blond haired youth had no boots on, no pants, just a
long sleeved red shirt with brown vest. He was nestled up
against the bare ass of the other youth, sodomizing him
with glee. August watched as the humping commenced.
Pillars of the community--Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!
HA! He was visibly amused at the onset, the beginning,
then he was outrageously amused when he discovered who
the participants were. After watching the two ranch hands
in the bunks suck each other off, August traipsed across
the road to the other side of town and nosied about until
he found something of interest in a nice quaint home,
picket fence, bushes, ornate furnishing in the self-
sufficient garden, etc. Seeking shelter from the intense
heat, a need to quench his thirst, and a desire to snoop,
he mosied inside and had a look around.
Quaint furnishings, oriental rugs on the hard wood floor,
Victorian furniture, paintings/portraits on the wall,
wall paper, a simplistic separate kitchen, a wash room--
the toilet was still not a part of the house and was
located a few feet out "out back."
There was a "sitting" room, a living room, and a den. All
with nice furnishings imported from somewhere. Everything
was clean, there was a baby grand piano in the "sitting"
room, a pool table in the den. His Narly Senses kicked in
and bade him to mosey upstairs. So he did.
On the second floor there were the bedrooms and a sewing
room.
In the third bedroom down the hall he found two women,
butt bare ass naked, one with ornate fanciful colored
feathers sticking in her hair of dark curly brown. The
other was a fiery red head. SHE was being spanked by the
feather headed woman. Her cheeks would be spread and the
feather headed woman would spank--HARD, pull the cheek
and jam her finger into the other woman's a-hole!
The dark brown haired woman nipped at the other's ass,
they were on all fours on the floor shoulder-to-ass. They
soon segued to whereas the brown haired woman "Cassey"
lay upon the floor, legs up, mouth watering; "Hanna"
squatted down onto Cassey, admired the woman's red bush.
Cassey leaned up and began noshing on Hanna's twat.
Coming into play was a pair of handmade (what else!?)
wooden dildos. They were both 7-inches in length, smooth
with a bit of a "bulbous" tip at the end, a blunt
baseball bat-like at the other. (either end therefore
would work well for the task at hand.)
The two women, guessed to be in their early thirties,
satisfied one another by jamming the dildos into one
another furry recesses. August was all kinds of bemused.
They spanked one another, nipped one another's pussy,
jammed the dildos into the snatch boxes and backdoors,
furiously and on slow mode--all tantalizing until both
succumbed to cumming.
August took his pleasures with them, zapping them and
having way with them. Then, while recouping a door was
heard to slam downstairs. He put the women back into
their own mind usage, he himself remained naked,
sweating, and still cumming.
The two women frantically fell about scrambling into some
clothes. They were caught near red handed, however--faces
awash in sweat, hair pasted to their faces, and the total
shock of the good reverend's sudden arrival.
Reverend Marsh stood, he didn't look happy. Slightly
balding, tall, well dressed, perspiring profusely,
holding in his wrath. The red head bowed and slinked out
of the room. Rev. Marsh glared at her, but glared more at
the remaining woman. He shut the door behind him, August,
sitting/lounging carelessly in a red velvet Victorian
chair watched as the man crossed the floor and jerked
Hanna about, throwing her onto the bed and walloping her
ass.
August didn't understand.
"You damnedable slut!" he cried.
He soon was pulling her dress she had quickly thrown on,
pulling it back off and going for broke on blistering her
ass. He was relentless, spouting out words of scripture.
Hanna's ass finally turned a beet red, the reverend
ceased--mostly due to the fact that his beating hand was
smarting. He then undone his gray slacks, dropped them
and brought his rock hard prong into play. He smacked
Hanna's ass as hard as possible before jamming it into
her. August couldn't tell as to what "hole" he was in,
not that it mattered.
Hanna thrashed about on the bed, holding on as best she
could. August then so noted a picture on the nightstand--
it was black and white and not good quality--but it was a
man in a suit and a woman in white--none other than those
in the room. August smiled and massaged his organ,
Reverend Marsh pulled out of his wife, he had been in her
asshole. He smacked her still reddened ass before yanking
her by the hair and jamming his funky rod into her mouth.
At first Hanna, the good wife, didn't take to sucking the
funky phallic, but she soon gripped her husband's ass,
cupped his balls and squeezed the base of his schlong--
and sucked-sucked-sucked away.
When after the good reverend had cum, filling his wife's
mouth, coating her face, he fell back into the other
sitting chair recovering. Hanna completed undressing, she
seemed none the worse for wear. She rubbed her still
baked ass, then lay out width wise on the bed, legs open,
masturbating.
Rev. Marsh took the hint, undressed himself, drank some
water, then went down to lick out his wife's cunny. Only
a few minutes spent on the nappy dugout, he moved up to
nosh on her delightful 36Cs. His cock slid into her pussy
and they commenced to extreme lovemaking.
August so noted Hanna finding and securing one of the
dildos, she jammed up her ass and fucked her husband
delightfully.
Lessons in the Dark
After re-visiting the hotel eatery, sacking out in the
sack room, August took a walk. Naturally. His mind
befuddled him, he was still plagued with his past, his
future, the most bothersome recent events involving his
story book adventure, and of course, Alice. The hazards
of Time Travel were harrowing.
Casually he wondered how his life would have been had he
left the Device Item where he had found it, or sold it
along with the other laptops, or not even encountered ole
Charlie Dugout. Rather dull he assumed.
With no watch and the time indicator on his
HeadsUpDisplay icon unreadable August determined that it
was 9-ish, or thereabouts. It was dark, that was for
sure, and a lot cooler.
He mosied about, crossing the street and seeing what was
what where and with who. His Narly Senses kicked in,
directing him to one of the four livery stables in the
small Midwestern town. He mosied around back and snuck in
the partly crack side door. He heard nothing for a few
moments, then, giggles. Girlie giggles.
Smiling inwardly--out outwardly, utilizing Stealthmode la
Invisibility he crept along until coming to a darkened
stall. A large horsey was within, using infra vision
August found two nude girls within, they were about
16ish, a brown haired girl and one blond. Nice lookers,
one short, one tall. Good looking bodies, 'specially
naked.
They were hugging the horse and giggling, but were also
up to some fondling--serious fondling of the horse's
cock. The horse--Gamby--didn't seem to mind, he spread
his legs and made "pleasing" sounds every now and then--
the girls' hands were talented.
At length the girls were seemingly "daring" one another.
"Anna" eventually took up the dare and went to her knees,
took holt of Gamby's cock and massaged it to a very
"stiff" erection then began kissing the head. Barbara
knelt down on the other side of the horse and watched,
fingering her teenage pussy and giggling beyond belief.
Anna soon was engulfing the head of Gamby's cock into her
mouth, sucking it and massaging with both hands the
entire horsey schlong. Barbara was beside her as she
watched.
Gamby shuffled about, prancing, farting, and continuing
to make pleasing orgasmic horsey sounds. August knelt
among the hay and horse turds and watched the girls
continuing. What was it with girls and horses anyways?
(the size of their cocks!)
After Anna had had her fill of slurping on Gamby's bone,
Barbara done her one better, pulling a hay bale under
Gamby, she lay on it and opened her legs wide, guiding
Gamby's cock to her snatch. Anna helped, dragging the
huge bulbous tip to Barbara's quaking cunt. "Put it in
me." the girl wailed.
August was beside him--there wasn't an animal one he
could think of that would give him sexual pleasure. No,
not even a sheep--he was not that desperate. (well, not
yet anyways.)
Barbara's back arched, she tweaked her nipples while Anna
worked Gamby's cock into the quivering quim. Gamby was
seen to enjoy this romp, he bucked and eventually began
saturating Barbara's cunny with his jiz.
August was further shocked to watch Anna go down and lap
the horsey spunk off of Barb's cunny! She, too, sucked on
the cum spurting schlong and soon the two girls were
romping/rolling in the hay (and horse turds) kissing,
frolicking, and pussy pounding.
Out behind a house a block or so down from Gamby August
was privy to observing a nice young girl in good clothes,
about 14 years of age, long silky brown hair, a pretty
girl, giving her five year old brother a bath. The boy
stood in a galvanized wash tub while the big sister
bathed him. While she bathed him, on the sly she fondled
his wares. August watched, he had to. He was already
worked up from Anna and Barbara's doings. The little boy
seemed preoccupied with a washcloth and not overly aware
of the stimuli to his young organ. The big sister
caressed his bare butt, squeezed the cheeks and played
with his privates. She was seen to close her eyes as she
rubbed her hand all over the boy's slightly erect bone,
fondling his balls and all. She was in need.
Suddenly the backdoor opened and an old woman wringing
her hands in a towel stepped out onto the steps, "You
done washin' that boy, yet!?" she addled. Light streamed
out from within the house, it was bright and disrupted
August's HUD and he feared, too, his ability to remain
unseen. He scurried back into the darkness and huddled
behind some crates and barrels. But he was still capable
of hearing, though-.
He had missed the first part of the conversation between
the woman and the girl, but he heard the most important
part--"and ye bes' git one yerself!"
August smiled. The boy was wrapped up in a blanket and
handed off to the waiting grandma-like character, she
closed the back door and all was quiet, dark, and still.
(still 'ceptin' for August Moone's pounding heart and
pulsing cock!)
With the Device back online he used the black & white
mode to see clearer than the infra vision mode. It wasn't
in color but it was good enough--good enough to see the
lovely fourteen year old strip out of her clothes, finger
her dark triangle, rub her ass, breasts, and pussy again
before stepping into the bathtub.
She didn't languish in the tub too long, just enough to
wet her body, soap it up some, and frig her snatch for a
few minutes. Then she stood and knew no more--August
zapped her. He had to. On her clothes and the extra
blanket he laid her out, sucking on her wet/soapy
breasts, fingering her pussy into an orgasmic state of
turbulence.
The girl reacted, twitching, ohhing and ahhing, mouth
undulating, nipples perky. August eased himself into the
girl and began pumping. She was a virgin--was.
It was a quickie, but enjoyable and "lasting" just the
same. His mind was still filled with Barbara and Anna,
and Alice. His cock thrust deeply into "Shannon's" twat,
driving the poor hapless girl insane (with multiple
orgasms.) Her whole body shuddered as her unseen lover
pumped her. A good shot of his man juices filled her
young cunny, another shot coated it. He gave her no
instructions, sat back and took a breather before helping
the deflowered girl into the bath to soothe her broken-in
cunny. August was about to join her and try for a little
sneak attack into "back country" when the back door
behind him opened, "Landsakes, girl, you's gonna stay out
thare all night!?" griped/bitched the grandma.
August released the teen granddaughter, she recovered
slowly, confused, missing some "time", her pussy was all
tingly. Her grandma bitched on, the girl scarcely paid
any attention but quickly finished up, stepped out and
thankfully left the tub filled. August took his time
washing, bathing, relaxing--until he heard the coyotes
howling--then he took his leave and headed for the
nearest hayloft.
School Daze
Come the morning, after securing some breakfast, he
scooted about the town, checking it out, reading a
newspaper, watching the peoples, noting some of those he
had "already seen." Outside of town he found himself
wandering, he had a lot on his mind, he didn't want to be
here, not in this town. He wanted to return to Walnut
Grove, if he was destined to be in the Old West.but it
was currently 1889, the last the resident's of Walnut
Grove had known he had been off on some trail of a no-
account fourteen years past.
To show up now wouldn't be good, hard to explain; 'sides,
it all be different, now; he guessed. The Ingalls? The
Olesons? Had their orgies been continuing since? Had they
gotten careless, gotten caught, or worn out? Had the
girls gotten pregnant, the mothers?
And what about Deadwood (Prairieville), he truly had
shined there. He had been gone some 14 years, his job as
sheriff was handed off to someone else, now.
And all of that said maybe, he had advanced some 14 years
into the future, getting closer to the time of when he
had been borned. How exactly that was happening he had no
fucking clue whatsoever. The Device was in charge of that
scheme--inasmuch as he was in charge of "other" things.
His Snoop-Narly Senses kicked in and once more he was
directed to "check it out." so he did. And he found the
wonderful Reverend Marsh--shagging a young woman, a young
"teen" woman, a young teen parishioner, no doubt. Both
were virtually naked, the Reverend Marsh on top of the
leg sprawling frantically orgasming 16 year old. While he
pumped furiously away at the young girl he spouted bits
of scripture. August hung his head and watched the antics
as the two lay hidden behind an old oak log, under the
shade of a great oak in a huge field of dry grass.
At the end of the huge field of dry grass, up on a small
hill, right on the very-very outskirts of the town there
was a large school house. Pale white clapboard siding, as
big as a barn, but one room only--as was typical in those
days. The sound of a bell being rung was what brought
August's attention to it. He made his way along, noting a
small gathering of kiddies in various ages, some he
already knew.
A little girl 'bout eight or so tumbled out of the nearby
privy, underclothes at her ankles, yowling and bawling
and carrying on. She had been stung by a bee, on her
young naked bottom. The teacher ran to her rescue,
standing her up, brushing her off, her dress all askew.
The "bouys" of the gathering got a nice view of the girl
as her dress revealed her nakedness. Two boys 11-12ish
desperately rubbed themselves (on the sly), two other
boys 14ish (the oldest of the school) rubbed themselves,
too--feasting their eyes right on the young bawling
child.
The teacher scooped the child up, pulling off her
underclothes and hustled her into the back room of the
school. A teenage girl, Barbara none other, stepped out,
clapped her hands and brought the attention of the
schoolers to her. She directed them to come in. August
counted heads, ten girls, ten boys.
The youngest of the girls was about seven while the
oldest was merely thirteen. Of the boys, six was the
youngest while fourteen was the oldest. The two oldest
boys languished behind, still fondling themselves in
desperation to contain their erections.
The wheels of debauchery began to turn in August's
noggin, scanning through the various Programming
allotments now available in the Device, August smiled
more--some programs had been freed up, they were new--new
to try out on unsuspecting Subjects. Inside it was
quaint, two cast iron pot bellied stoves--thank you Ben!
A huge teacher's desk up on a small riser, windows only
on one side, he didn't know why--he suspected building
problems. A HUGE high ceiling with rafters crisscrossing.
A big chalkboard with the day's lessons written there for
all the various grades.
Farm kids, some were in not so clean clothes, equally not
so clean bodies. Dirty hair, some uncombed, unkempt.
Pretty girls in the mix, too--along with a couple of
pretty boys. August hung in the back with the early
American "Fathers of our Country" portraits.
A door along the back door opened, beyond was a back room
for the office and storage room. The teacher, Ms.
Peatree, brought out the little girl from earlier. She
was still in some distress, sniffling but none the worse
for her harrowing experience.
She took her seat with her classmates, still rubbing her
butt where the bee had got her. Across the aisles the
four boys in question rubbed themselves, too.
"Well, class," spoke up Ms. Peatree, "Let's get started."
she was a charmer, tall, refined, dignified, well poised
and educated. Her assistant, Barbara, stood by her. The
kids had homework, their was a discussion about history
and August slowly began his shenanigans.
His "plan" was a work in progress--he thunk it up as he
went along!
After "securing" the students, the teacher(s), he had the
Boys stand up and stand against the wall with no windows.
The girls stood up against the wall WITH windows. The
windows were dirty and looked out into the desert-scape,
so it mattered not for August's next phase.
Which was to have EVERYONE strip down to their bare skin.
This plan didn't go over well--it was both good and bad--
for August. (and the Device) Encompassing so many Mind-
Brain Waves was a little taxing for the GI Device Item
0110. So its abilities were somewhat stretched, no
biggie, though, it was doing it. August had initially
just planned on zapping everyone into a zombie state of
mind, then have his way with whoever, have some fun, and
then boogie-oogie on his way elsewhere.
But now, the Subjects were not totally mindless, they
were zapped, sure--and unable to do squat one thing about
it save "observe." this was good, August approved and
liked, very much. It was sort of what he desired,
anyways--for his Subjects (victims) to be somewhat aware
of what was happening, to react but not adversely.
This worked!
Slowly the command to "undress" filtered through all the
kiddies. He worried if his Stealthmode Invisibility would
be an issue, but apparently not. He strolled through the
middle of the room butt bare assed naked, sportin' a
woody and looking left and right at the lovely young nude
students. Most of the girls were a bit upset, crying,
sniveling, carrying on, etc. The boys were bucking up,
even the youngest ones.
Ms. Peatree, SHE was upset, she couldn't understand how
she was conforming to the notion to undress, while in her
class. Barbara acted all upset, too. August saw the young
girl he had shagged the night before, the one who had
been fondling her little brother.
After Ms. Peatree was totally nude, August presented
himself before her, kissed her and grabbed her butt. She
freaked out, she could not "see" her molestor but felt
him sure. August's schlong dipped down between her legs,
his hands gripping tightly her ass, his tongue forcing
its way into her mouth.
There was nothing for the twenty-five year old woman to
do but endure. August walked her backwards to her desk,
pushed her books and such off onto the floor and laid the
distraught woman out. With her legs wide open she gave
her entire class a nice beaver shot.
It was not to be believed--how unconscionable! Everyone
eyed the woman's snatch, her very furry untrimmed snatch.
She was not a virgin, but not a slut, either. August
devoured her pussy, her legs flailing all about as she
wriggled on the desk helplessly.
August quickly satisfied the woman, her juices flowed and
her wiggling ceased, she was awed. August took a moment
to feast his eyes on the lovelies about him. And then to
the boys he settled, smiled and thunk up some more
deviltry.
Simply put he had each boy come hither and took a very up
close and personal view of Ms. Peatree's poon. They
touched it, slipped their fingers in, pulled the "lips"
open, and then each boy from six to fourteen "kissed"
their teacher's pussy before "mounting" her. August
helped them nestle into position and have a go. August
rested his hand lovingly on the boy humping, fondling the
lad's balls and enjoying his new debauchery.
After a few minutes the boy would be re-directed to go
and squat on the teacher's face, facing down so as he
could watch the next boy in line fuck Ms. Peatree while
his own wares were engulfed by Ms. Peatree. The first boy
to actually "cum" was twelve year old Jason Treet. It was
his first honest orgasm. And it was sensational! He had
never cum before; he feasted his eyes on Ms. Peatree's
bouncing titties, her mouth sucking on Charlie Dugun's
balls. August smacked the boy's ass and he completed his
task.
The older boys managed to achieve justified orgasms,
creaming Ms. Peatree's snatch with James Throbert
actually peeing in her pussy rather than cumming. Each
boy got his balls AND cock washed. Each boy sucked on her
titties as well as had their corn holes licked out.
THEN, it was the girls' turn.
Here the girls all came to take a squat on Ms. P's face,
laying down her body. Then the boys all took a turn at
licking the girls' assholes! August did likewise as well
as some finger and cock poking of the girl's pooter
holes. Each boy took a turn at plugging the girl riding
Ms. P, it was not to be believed!
Thereafter, Ms. Peatree was virtually mindless, she was
removed from the desk and laid out on the floor, staring
up to the bland unpainted rafters (lightly fingering her
pussy all the while.)
Each girl was sat on the desk, legs open so as each boy
in turn licked her pussy, sucked it, then poked it with
his cock. August took his turn, as well, then took a
breather and let the kids return to their ownselves.
He left the school kids to their own, he had suddenly
gotten awash of dizziness and felt most ill. Visions he
couldn't ascertain filled him and some frightened him--
although he couldn't make them out. He stumbled (naked)
out of the building and crashed near headlong into the
outhouse. After recovering he saw what he thought was a
wavy green cloud before him. Not knowing any better he
stumbled towards it.
Moments later he was swimming in a green sea.
Author's Note: You gotta stick around for the next
chapter, there's more than you can imagine!
Timing is Everything
Chapter 21: Mountain Music
It was a daze he awoke in, a sickly one at that. He
faintly recalled the experience in the green sea, the
"transition" sea. That was all. Bile and other inside
bodily fluids filled his throat and nose. He couldn't
move--not even. This was a part of the "transition" he
didn't care for. He didn't know why, not exactly, but
assumed that it was due in part to his migrating from one
time period to the next. That was understandable, he
still didn't like it, though.
When his senses came to him some time later he took to
note that he was once more in a forest. But it was
sparse, BIG trees, pines and cedars with a few elms. It
would take a while longer to notice anything else.
He heard the familiar forest critter sounds--squirrels,
chipmunks, birds.
He felt the wind gently blowing through the boughs of the
trees.
He still felt nauseous.
More time would be needed before he was even able to roll
over onto his back. Again, every fiber of his being was
like on fire, a tingling sensation running rampant thru
his body, mostly in the tips of his toes and fingers;
even his hair hurt! And it felt like, too, that there was
a huge weight settled on him, back and chest. It was hard
to breathe.
With a busting headache he finally pulled himself
together, noting that the HUD/Device seemed to be off-
line, naturally. He vomited, a lot, retching until he had
no more to give but to cough up his nuts. He fell a few
times, noting that he fell less often if he weren't
heading down hill.
But there were LOTS of hills wherever the hell he was at.
It took a little more time to come to a stout tree, hang
on to it and take a longer stronger look around. With a
big sigh he noted that evening type time was coming on.
He smelled no fires, saw and heard nothing leading him to
believe that civilization was anywhere's about. Casually
he wondered if migrating thru time was solely limited to
one specific geographic location--like North America--he
would hate to wind up in some communist country, or some
frozen/barren wasteland, some remote island, in the
middle of a war, skirmish, etc.
He didn't believe he was in a war, on some remote island,
certainly not in a frozen wasteland. He was on a
mountain, somewhere in North America he was reasonable
certain of that. And he was naked.
Gathering himself he proceeded offward once more, a stout
stick helped steady him. He soon came to a babbling
creek, that helped. It was ice cold, though so he only
took a few drinks. The scent of smoke in the air alerted
him that something was up. What he didn't know, a
campfire or a forest fire.
He followed the creek down a ways, finding that the scent
got stronger. He saw one deer and some bear shit, he got
bitched at by an otter and a blue jay. He heard no other
"voices" but carefully made his way along as stealthfully
as possible.
At length he came to a small clearing at the creek, an
old-old-old-old pickup (circa 1930ish) was close by, it
had some sort of canvas tent attached to it, it was an
old blue color and August determined that it was a Ford.
There was a makeshift picnic table, not professionally
made. A small campfire, fishing poles la cane poles
leaning up against the truck. The area was quaint and
serene--and quietly on the table was a young ten year old
girl, her shirt pulled up to expose her flat chest and
perky nipples. Her pants were off on the ground, her
white brief panties dangling off of an ankle as an aged
man in his 60s pumped away furiously between her legs.
The girl clung to the edge of the table, saying nothing
but making facial expressions now and then. The old man,
possibly her grandpa, pumped, humped, and concentrated on
fucking. He was naked save for an old blue shirt he wore
but it was unbuttoned just the same.
Finally the old codger got his nut; he strained, his old
schlong buried to the hilt in his granddaughter's pussy.
He flexed, jutted, strained and finally pumped his all to
get his all then he withdrew, laying his cock against the
girl's pussy.
The old man gripped the table, drenched in his sweat, he
looked down to the girl, nodded and said nothing. Slowly
he began to diddle the girl's pussy, specifically his
spunk, then he placed said cum laden finger up to his
granddaughter's mouth. August watched in subtle glee as
the girl sucked the finger clean. She then was prompted
to come off of the table and to her knees. She then
partook of her grandfather's cock and masturbated it a
moment before wrapping her sweet young lips about the cum
shooting schlong and sucking it.
Thereafter the girl and man retired to the back of the
truck. August could only assume. He was too tired, his
mind too frapped or he would have spied in on them.
Instead he mosied on down the creek. He shoulda spied.
*****
After spending the night out he vowed that he would find
civilization, somewhere somehow. He was cold, chilled,
hungry, and naked. That left him very vulnerable to the
pesky insects who sought his body as a fine dinning
establishment.
Come the morning he was on the move, seeking
civilization.
Twice he thought he heard the sounds of some old worn out
engine of some old worn out vehicle. Once he saw a
glimmer of some old worn out vehicle moving along a road
he couldn't see. It was down below him, the woods were
tight, rough, and not kind to a nude body.
He smelled smoke wafting along on the air again, heard
voices carried along it, too. Another vehicle trudged
along unseen but heard, scrambling to find it he fell--
fell into a ravine that nearly killed him. He received a
concussion, broke his arm and badly sprained his ankle.
Then there were the minor wounds, gouges, scrapes and
numerous other hurtie-owies. (his whole life was hurtie-
owies.)
He lay very-very still at the bottom of the steep gully.
He doubted that even clothes would have helped, 'cept
more protection to his naughty bits. The blistering sun
came to bake and baste him, he couldn't move so his bare
backside got the brunt of the abuse. But vowing that he
would NOT die in some godforsaken way, alone (and not
knowing where in Time he was) he pulled/pushed himself up
the side of the "V" shaped gully.
He was totally disorientated and couldn't remember where
the road was he had been aiming at earlier. He stumbled
and hurt himself even more, coming to rest by a large
stump. When his senses came to him he found that the
stump had a hollow cave to it, in the hallow was a jug,
an old porcelain jug with a cork stopper.
Booze. The fumes alone burned/singed his eyebrows off.
But it was liquid and he was parched.
Hmmmm
He nearly choked to death, just a small jigger-swig about
did him in.
He put the jug back and found to his surprise that he DID
feel a little better. He found another surprise, a gun.
Well, actually a rifle. It was old, not ancient, not a
blunderbuss or flintlock, but a modern day rifle--in
whatever "modern day" period he was in. A "gap" in his
memory came during this time, what happened for the rest
of the day he was unsure, he surmised (to himself later
on recalling this grand epic) that he had "sampled"
another jigger-swig of the moonshine, then possibly quite
possibly another swig, a full shot's worth. All this
couple with blood loss, concussion, his numerous hurtie-
owies led to his possibly just passing out.
When he DID awake neatly to stronger memories--he would
have rather not. It was dark, it was getting rather
chilly, his head hurt terribly-terribly. He then became
aware of the fact that he was not alone.
Not alone.
It wasn't birds or chipmunks, no woodpeckers, not even
the pesky otter--it was none other than a bear. August
startled the bruin and the bear reacted, growling and
rearing up, bearing fangs and claws. August was glad now
that he was unclothed 'cause he just soiled himself.
The bear roared and August tried to escape--he was in no
mood to deal with a bear. The bear seemed pissed off and
charged August. The fight was on. It was going to be a
short one, though.
There wasn't much August could do against the weighty
brute, even if he was well. The hot breath of the woodsy
creature nearly melted his skin off his face, it was all
August could do to keep his good arm between his throat
and the bruin's gapping maw.
They wrestled, the huge furry gamey beast getting the
upper hand. August didn't know how he had done it, but he
had come up under the great hairy critter and secured the
rifle; he had scrambled about seeking the object, not
knowing if whether or not the damn relic was even loaded!
The bear tore him a new asshole and was preparing to
shred his manhood when August planted the rifle barrel
under the critter's chin and pulled the trigger.
The blast-recoil sent both creatures sprawling. August
was partially deafened by the noise. The powder stung
into his new wounds, the bear had lashed his chest,
thighs, and backside. This was bad, very bad.
In desperation August fired point blank again, the bear
thrashed about and charged him blindedly, August fired
again and then smacked the bear upside the head before
the bear lunged and pummeled him. The rifle went off once
more and August remembered nothing more thereafter. ****
.until awakening in a bed.
He was somewhat stunned, he awoke with a startle, and
instantly needed to pee, very badly. His head hurt, then
everything else hurted. Terribly, badly, relentlessly.
But he could see, he was in a bed, not a hospital,
somebody's house.
There was an opened window, three opened windows, dull
white clapboard interior walls, a few pictures, a simple
iron bed across from him, simple antique nightstands.
He could smell something that smelled like--food. Pine
scented air wafted in, he felt better and had little to
recall how he had gotten where he was, or how, or
anything.
Presently the door to the room opened and a middle aged
woman appeared, in a below-the-knees dress, hair in a
bun, and not a bad looker. She carried a tray, not of
food, but dressings. She smiled and said something,
August didn't catch it.
He looked confused, felt confused, was confused. The
woman soothed him, though, with her smile and demeanor.
She seemed to have called for someone, and in walked an
old lady, a grandma in her 60s.
Mostly without his knowledge August had his dressings
changed, he tried to talk himself but seemed to have
throat damage. The old grandma shushed him and pointed to
her own throat and got August to understand that he was
unable to communicate vocally.
Presently the old fussy woman left, to be replaced by a
much-much younger woman--a teenage girl. Hmmmm, things
were looking up!!
The teenage girl was nice, plain looking, bib-overalls,
no shoes, long sandy brown hair, something of a chest,
and fuckable for sure. Her name was Mary Ellen. The woman
fussing over August--not the old woman, was Olivia. She
was okay, she had a nice smile and didn't bat an eye
about August's nudity--she sponged bathed him and then he
passed out--again.
He drifted in and out of consciousness, each time seeing
new faces. Usually Olivia was the constant, bathing him,
feeding him, changing his dressing. Sometimes the old
woman would be sitting in a chair nearby, reading a book,
he later surmised that it was the Bible.
His hearing slowly returned to him, so did most of the
feeling in his well frapped body. He still couldn't talk,
he had severe damage to his throat. That sucked. But at
least he was alive--he had tangled with a bear. A BEAR!
He was in the house of the Waltons. He met most, usually
one at a time. Four boys, three girls, a set of
grandparents and a set of regular parents. He still
wasn't certain as to what year it was, but he determined
that he was in some "southern" state by the kids'
mannerisms; shoeless and backwoods persona.
That was cool. He was cool with it. He was alive, he
didn't think that after tangling with the bear he would
be. He was thankful, grateful, relieved. He continued to
keep most things that bothered him (Alice) buried deep,
no need to go there. There were other things, though, he
had no fucking clue as to what had happened. He decided
to let those pesky things go. He was alive, that was all
that mattered. For now.
After a few days his strength was still down, but he
seriously was displeased about his having to make use of
a bedpan. He was mightily uncomfortable with that and
tried to "hold it in" when he needed to go.
One fine morning, Erin came in to check on him. It was
then that before his frazzled eyes the HeadsUpDisplay
flickered back into life. Hmmmm. He blinked, thought
carefully, and paid attention to the flickering until it
settled down. Erin had been yapping to him and he missed
what she had said.
Erin Walton, she was 14, tall for her age, long reddish
brown hair, freckles, very slender but beheld a sort of
odd allure to her. She wore a dress that was an inch or
so ABOVE the knee, an old paisley style of dress further
putting August to believe he was not too much further
along in the time line that he had been, possibly the
early-early 1900s.
She politely held her pose, noting August seemed to be in
distress. She smiled sweetly and August Mind-linked to
her, "Anyone else home?"
The girl was "zapped" along with his question.
The boys were helping their "daddy", grandpa had gone off
to visit a friend, "momma" and grandma had gone to the
store down the road. That left Erin to watch over August.
August smiled at that. (here we go again!)
"Come to me." August Minded to her. The girl didn't
hesitate, she moved to the side of the bed, polite with
her hands to her side. She was cute, pretty, a tad bit
prettier than her older sister. August had yet to sort
out who was who in the large family--but that would come.
And speaking of come.
"Pull your dress up." he Minded to her. He was most
relieved when Erin did so without shilly-shallying about
it. Nice white brief panties. A nice bulging muffin,
creamy skin, the works. "With one hand, hold the dress up
high," he continued to mind to her, "with the other, slid
your panties to you knees." he determined by the style of
her undies that he was at least not BEFORE the Turn of
the Century.
His cock soared, a nice-nice muffin was there, his
fingers still tingled and felt a little numb but he ran a
finger up the girl's poon, parting the lips and fur and
resolved that she was a virgin. August smiled more.
The whole of her pussy and then her ass he fondled, then,
taking a nice big risk he had her pull the dress off
completely. The bra came off next followed by the total
removal of her panties. He had her turn about and spread
her cheeks. He had complete control over her.
After examining her pooter hole he had her turn about and
crawl onto the bed, straddling him. She did show a little
hesitation, but his mind link control la Device compelled
her and she readily complied with no more pause.
His hands clamped to her ass, her furry slightly only
trimmed snatch gently engulfed his cock. He was surprised
to discover that she was NOT a virgin. But not a slut,
either. He sank into her and it was glorious, glorious
Centurion!
He made love to her, fast and slow, slow and fast; his
balls smacking hither & tither, his cock nestled nicely
up into the girl, her nipples stout and being nipped on
by August.
He tired for some Q&A but it didn't seem to be available.
He let it go and settled for a nice fuck.
His cock and balls were well satisfied--moments later.
Erin gushed out a hot load of love cream, coating his
balls and pooling 'neath his ass. Her whole body shivered
and August enjoyed it thoroughly.
He couldn't help but wonder who was tagging her, it
wasn't often, her pussy was still very tight. He wondered
if it could be one (or all) of her brothers, could it be
her "daddy", grandpa? He had met most of the family, it
had been the daddy and grandpa and the oldest child of
the family John-boy who had found him. August had blown
the bear's jaw off during his brief melee--the family was
still dinning on bear meat.
Anyways, Erin was a good fuck. Damn good. He would strive
to get the info out of her, somehow. For now, though, he
simply had her get him a wash cloth. There was joy
watching Erin move about naked, fetching various items
for him as well as holding his dick while he peed into
the toilet. His brief walk from the "guest room" to the
bathroom down the hall revealed to him that he was
possibly in the 20s or early 30s.
There was joy, too, in watching Erin suck his dick. She
seemed to know how, he gave her the command and she
complied, dropping to her knees, gripping the funky
schlong waggling before her and then sucking it. She
wasn't an expert but a blow job was a blow job!
After squirting some juices into her mouth, another load
onto her sweet face, he nearly fell--his legs all wobbly.
He heard the sound of a truck, a noisy truck and
panicked. Someone was home. Quickly he scooted back into
the guest room and got into bed, just as quickly he put
Erin into motion to dress herself, there was no time to
get the panties and bra on, Erin's name was being called
by her daddy.
August had just enough time to put her back into her own
mind, clear it of what had happened and feign being
asleep himself. The daddy came up and checked on her and
August then left.
That was Erin, there was Mary Ellen and Elizabeth to get
next, their mamma, too. (no, he wasn't into the aged
grandma.)
The wonder-notion of who was tagging Erin came to light
one late afternoon, some days after August began to feel
well enough to get around--and pee on his own. He was
visited by the family doctor who made house calls.
(August overheard though tending to August's needs was
the Christian thing to do, and he HAD provided for the
family a bounty of meat, the 2$ for the doctor's house
call among other costly things further determined for
August that he was somewhere between the mid 1920s and
30s. There was no mentioning of a "war" so he wasn't in
the era of WWII.)
Two dollars for a house call. The family had money woes,
the conversation carried on between the adults and August
wondered how he could help. Well, there was one way,
there was another, and then.
One day he found that there was silence in the house, at
first it bothered him, frightened him. The HUD was
working, though, he heard birds and could see well
enough. Looking out the upstairs window he saw the family
saw mill and the absence of the family truck. No one
seemed to be home. Carefully in Stealthmode he snuck out
of his room and heard voices. Training his ear and
utilizing Invisibility mode and slipped up to a room down
the hall and found Erin and brother Jim-bob (James
Robert) in a conversation. August had missed most of it,
but there was something about a dance-social. Erin was
clad merely in her panties and bra, holding up a flowery
dress as she stood before a dresser mirror. Behind her on
an iron bed lay her brother Jim-bob. He was about her
age, about a year or so younger.
He wore no shirt and no shoes and rubbed himself as he
stared at his half nude sister.
"Come on, Erin, please?" he begged. August paid
attention, smiling, wondering if he should intervene.
"We're going to get caught!" she bitched to him.
"No we're not, no one's home."
Erin continued fussing with the dress, her hair and
making excuses, including mentioning "that guy down the
hall." to wit Jim-bob replied, "he's asleep."
"Just a quick one." Jim-bob insisted pleading. He undone
his pants and tugged them down, no underwear. He flopped
his cock out, masturbated and waited.
Erin ignored him. August was amused.
"Come on, Erin, please!?" Jim-bob begged some more.
Erin paid him no mind but continued to fuss with her
self; then, on the sly she tugged down a corner of her
panties, exposing some ass flesh. Jim-bob grinned and
fondled his teen bone moreso.
Erin, though, didn't do more than tug her panties down
just to expose half her ass. She then went on to fuss
with her hair, replace the yellow flowery daisy dress
with a reddish hue dress.
Jim-bob stepped up behind her, shucking his pants and
being butt bare assed naked. His hard cock he angled down
between his sister's ass crack, hands to her hips further
tugging her undies down to fully expose her ass. His
hands moved about to begin a frontal assault. Then he
moved up to her beautiful breasts, his mouth came to her
neck and Erin STILL paid him no mind, but she was smiling
and blushing all the while!
Erin cocked her head, allowing her brother to have a nosh
on her neck. She was blushing, her nipples were standing
out, poking through the cotton fabric of her bra. Jim-bob
moved his hands up and down her body, finally coming to
rest at her dark strawberry fur patch. Erin gushed,
closed her eyes and tightened up her body. Jim-bob knew
exactly what he was doing. Down to his knees he went,
placing his face between her cheeks and licking out her
crack. Erin leaned forward a bit, opening her legs, eyes
still closed and mouth undulating.
She finally turned about and scooted herself onto the
dresser, working her panties down. Jim-bob helped, he
took the garment and sniffed the crotch then casually
tossed them aside. He feasted his eyes on Erin's poon
pie. Down to it he went, licking, slurping, sucking,
digging his fingers into it before standing and nuzzling
up to her guiding his cock into her.
After only a few pumps Erin mouthed, "All right, all
right." Jim-bob continued pumping, grinning widely. He
was a tall boy himself, sandy brown hair with a tinge of
redness. He beheld a bit of "goofiness" to his looks,
forlorn or something like. Erin gripped his arms and
tensed up, "On the bed, Jim-bob." Erin scolded him. Jim-
bob withdrew from his sister's twat and lay out on her
bed. Erin frigged her quaking quim and then moved to the
bed, removing her bra. She straddled her younger brother,
guiding his cock back into her body.
The two commenced to a wondrous fuck for several minutes,
kissing and humping madly until both succumbed to an
equally wondrous orgasm. Erin drenched Jim-bob's cock and
balls, the boy clung to her ass and plowed strainingly
into her until he had no more to give.
They lay still for several minutes thereafter, Erin
finally mentioning something about having to re-take a
bath. She left Jim-bob, Jim-bob lay on her bed, fondling
his prick. He finally swung his legs over and spotted the
panties on the floor. He scooped them up and wrapped them
about his cock, then snuck a look out into the hallway,
noting Erin had gone into the bathroom and was drawing a
bath.
Quick the lad rummaged through a small dresser nearby
another single person bed. He fished out some panties,
eyed them and then sniffed them, around his cock they
went and then he dashed off to his own room he shared
with his brothers.
August watched as he placed the panties on his bed then
lay on them and humped. ****
Olivia Walton found August Moone choppin' wood early one
morning, the sun's rays were just beginning to pierce the
morning air, all was quiet and still on Walton's
Mountain, named after the first family of Waltons had
settled the area. It was the summer of '37, he was now
just 24 years away from being born!
Everywhere there was Depression, banks had failed, farms,
big business small and large, and people, too. But up on
Waltons Mountain the folks there were so poor--they
didn't know they were in a Depression!
August had been in the house of Walton some eight days.
The doctor had come four times, a $2 bill each visit,
plus all the bandages and dressings and needed medicines.
He had broken heal and badly sprained ankle, and a severe
throat injury. August didn't know the total bill but felt
obligated to try and make up for it.
Ms. Walton stepped out onto the backsteps and was awed at
August's doings, he was pretty (even with just one
operable hand.) She was still miffed, though--he
shouldn't be doin' someone else's chores. And she told
him so as she trotted off to the barn to fetch the milk
and eggs (a job that was usually the oldest boy's
responsibility--John-boy.)
August chopped up a couple of more sticks, noted no one
else seemed to be up. The grandparents, the direct
parents of John Sr., were usually early risers. They
would be up soon, August ceased his chopping and struck
off for other pursuits.
He found Olivia milking the family's one jersey cow.
Quietly he zapped her, Olivia not the cow, and bid her to
come stand by some bales of hay. She complied, he had
full control of her. He figured he didn't have a whole
lot of time so he simply had her take her panties down,
raise her dress and give him a show.
After the "show" he positioned the woman across one of
the bales, parted her cheeks, panties off, and cock hard.
Her asshole was tight, very tight and probably hadn't
been breached--ever! Her pussy, though--well, that was
fukable and then some. So he fucked it. It wasn't super
tight nor super loose. August plowed along for several
minutes until he filled her womanly cunny, pulling in the
other female members of the house he wouldn't mind having
a few minutes with--even and especially the youngest,
Elizabeth. She was ten and very cute--flaming red hair,
freckles, flat straight body--extremely na‹ve. After
shagging Olivia to his fill, he put her back in order,
returned her to the stool at the cow then returned
himself to his wood choppin'. John-boy came out just as
he swung down the ax. He could smell coffee brewing and
heard the grandpa talking, being yapped/bitched at by the
grandma. The house was waking up.
After breakfast August helped John Sr. at the family
business, various other members of the family had their
chores and other things to do and John Sr. was
appreciative of the extra help, despite August's limited
abilities.
Just before noon August accompanied the grandpa, Zeb
Walton, down the lane aways to check on a family that was
new to the area. During the walk August learned of the
general store, Ike Godsey's place, whereas it was the
only general store for miles and miles. Ike and his good
staunch wife Corabeth were something of cousins to the
Walton clan.
There, too, were two old spinster ladies, the Baldwins. A
nice lot, a little quirky and the grandpa said nothing
more about them.
There were many homesteads about the mountain, there was
a church and a school and many homes tucked away out of
the way and mostly unseen--and the peoples within, too!
They came to a house that was in serious need of repair,
and lots of TLC. A young woman lived there with her
grandfather from her husband's side. The husband was no
longer with them and that was all that was known. They
had a young little girl with them--August smiled, he had
seen the little girl before--the grandfather, too!
After some lemonade and a brief chat Grandpa Walton and
the other grandpa struck off to the back to chat and
talk. Zeb conspiring to get the Walton family to help out
the new family. The young woman was nice, not overly
striking, but nice just the same. She was a dark haired
gal, late 20s, a little haggard and worn, stressed out to
the max.
August casually wondered if she knew the shenanigans
about her daughter and her grandfather? August thought
probably not.
"Take yer panties off." August Minded to the little girl,
this after successfully zapping both she and the mother.
Both Subjects complied although August was only aiming
for the little girl, Jessica. Jessica wore a nice shortie
dress, this made it easier for her to straddle August
lap. Easily August worked out his cock from his pants and
stuffed it up Jessica's wondrous snatch. It was a tight
fit but she sure as shootin' wasn't a virgin! August
fired off a quickie, clutching at the child's ass,
kissing her and empty a healthy wad of man juice.
Thereafter he prompted the mother, Marie, to come
"service" him while Jessica lay on the hardwood floor,
legs open fingering herself.
Marie wasn't a genuine cocksucker, but she did her best.
August instructed her, taught her the fine pleasures of
full cock pleasure, then had her sit on her one piece of
furniture, the couch. Shoulder back against it, legs out,
August plowed her pussy until he could plow no more.
Hearing conversations drawing closer he finished his
debauchery with the mother & daughter, replaced as they
last remembered and cleaned himself up.
At Ike Godsey's Mr. Ike the proprietor was a nice man,
smiled a lot and was downhomey. His wife, however--was
something else--a suspicious person, regal and
straightforward and not overly friendly. August
determined that what she needed was a good ole fashion
gangbang!
A free soda pop Ike gave to August and Zeb, they were
family and Ike had the paws of the bear August had
killed. Corabeth gave a disapproving eye about the "gift"
of soda pop, but let it go. August took a few swigs,
grape NiHi. Taking a look around the country store August
liked it, a pool table back in the back, shelves of this
and that, that and this. Pre-war era, he liked it--sure
the times were a little tough but there was more to it
than that.
He could say the same about the 50s, he liked that era,
too--the Korean War was at hand and soon the Vietnam war
would strike. Any war was a traumatic one, but on the
home front the peoples, the personification of the "way
of life" still went on.
It was then that little Amy came to interrupt his
thoughts. She was ten and not biologically connected to
Ike and Corabeth. Corabeth had something a-matter with
her "female plumbing" so explained Zeb as they returned
home. "Amy" was adopted therefore. She was all kinds of
cute. All kinds. Blond hair, curls, and best friends with
Elizabeth.
She smiled sweetly at August and though he had enjoyed
some righteous debauchery this day--his cock surged to
life straightaway. He deeply imagined the girl astride
his face, his lap--on her hands and knees and that sweet
lily white ass rubbing against his thighs!
He thought the same about Elizabeth, Erin, and yet to be
alone with Mary Ellen! There was still plenty of daylight
left in the day, the grandpa took a breather, the "girls"
were some where's else, as were the boys. August helped
John Sr. at the mill, when enough lumber had been cut
they stacked it into the one truck and cinched it down
for the ride down the mountain. August stayed behind and
soon slipped off to see where everyone was at.
He didn't find the girls, but he found the boys, down by
Drucilla's Pond. The pond was back aways, tucked away out
of sight--for good reason, the lads liked to skinny dip.
And they were doing just that--plus a little more.
On the bank nestled under the shade of a great tree the
oldest took his comeuppance--or something close. In his
mouth was brother Ben's schlong, up his ass was brother
Jason's cock. Jerking off nearby was youngest brother
Jim-bob.
August was most pleased--he didn't even have to DO
anything!!
Ben, about 15 or so, began to cum in oldest sibling's
mouth, he made some orgasmic pleasing sounds, held his
hands to his ass and jerked furiously into John-boy's
mouth. John-boy sucked hard and stronger, gripping his
brother's balls and devouring him while brother Jason
plowed happily behind.
Brother Jim-bob placed his face down to Ben's ass,
licking the brother's crack and stepping up--just as the
boy came and filled John Jr.'s mouth, brother Jim-bob
thrust his own organ up into Ben's backdoor.
It was Jason's turn, or John's turn--depending how you
look at it. Jason assumed the "doggie-style" position and
faced himself out into the pond, his hands in the water
while brother John-boy got him from behind. John-boy put
himself into his brother's corn hole, "reached around"
and fondled his cock. Brother Jim-bob pumped hard into
Ben until he finally unloaded his spunk.
The boys all took a dip in the pond thereafter, August
slinked away, still searching for the girls.
****
Down the road a-piece he came upon the town of Waltons
Mountain, it wasn't much, honestly. But it was all that
there was for the mountain folk. Several homes were
about, not much more than just the school. School wasn't
in session, 'cept for those students who didn't pass on
to the next grade level and those who needed a little
"extra" help.
August made a nuisance of himself, general just more
spying. He didn't have a lot of time to dawdle as Olivia
and grandma mentioned something about a scrumptious
meatloaf dinner with trimmings and an apple pie for
desert. August was amused, as poor as the family was they
still managed to put out a nice spread, meager as they
were it was enough.
August vowed to see what he could do, he knew that he
could do something to help the family thru the trying
times but he didn't want to go overboard about it.
Anyways--his Narly Senses alerted him once more to some
"narly" business going on. As there were several homes
scattered about, narrowing it down was going to be tough.
"Fuck it." he told himself, "Try 'em all!" why not!?
The first house was unoccupied, so was the second. A pair
of old farts were in the third. A woman and her very
young daughter were asleep together on the living room
couch.
He found two boys about 12ish smoking cigarettes behind a
house. Two boys out behind the next house over happily
wanked off, yanking on each other's schlong bones at
that! They were stark naked and very tan, handsome
devils.
August moved on, the day was waning and he wasn't about
to pass up meatloaf downhome mountain style.
Eventually the Narly Senses directed him to a house down
the lane nestled into the woods "a fur piece". Here he
found some kiddies, alone. The youngest about 4ish, a wee
lass. There were two boys--up to extreme narly business--
up to extreme narly business with another little girl no
more than 8 years or so--the boys themselves were 12ish.
All were naked.
The eight year old was happily sucking on the cock of her
brother as he sat sprawled out on the living room sofa.
She was on the sofa, too, on her knees sucking away while
behind her the other boy had his face right into the
girl's butt, licking her pussy AND asshole, smacking her
ass with one hand while jacking himself off with the
other.
Just when the boy being sucked began to cum, the boy
sucking ass wind sat up and pushed his aching prong into
the girl's body, August peeked to see what hole was being
filled--the girl's pussy. The boy humped furiously,
clutching the girl's ass and sinking his bald schlong all
the way, his balls slapping just as furiously. The young
lad who was being sucked expended his load into his
sister's mouth, rubbed his schlong all over her face and
massaged his organ while watching in glee the sex act
done to her. His spunk glistening in gobs on her pretty
little face, she licked the most of it off that she could
get with her tongue. The boy jerking his pud reached
underneath and began fingering her pussy as well as
clutching at his twin's ball sac.
That boy finally orgasmed, smacked his sister's ass,
pulled out and watched his goo ooze out of her pussy.
"Lick it." August commanded him.
The boy didn't hesitate, he went right down and began
lapping up his spent juices.
The other boy went to his little sister. She was laid out
on the bare floor and closely examined. August noted that
she was NOT a virgin, August had to wonder if the
parent(s) knew, surely it would be noted. The boy
positioned himself between the four year old's legs and
inserted his young cock.
The eight year old girl sat down, legs up fingering her
pussy. August took his turn, licking her pussy and
asshole before saddling up and slipping his schlong into
her for a nice fuck.
While he humped the boys sandwiched fucked their youngest
sibling.
August got his nut, the girl's pussy was still nice and
tight regardless of her brothers' fucking it. Her asshole
he gouged out a bit, licked/lapped her cunny then got up
on the sofa, straddling the young girl's body he pumped
away into her mouth.
The girl choked, gagged, but sucked/swallowed August's
cock just the same, he let his juices drizzle onto her
chest and he felt very-very relieved.
The boys had done their stuff to the youngest one. Now it
was August's, turn. August set the boys to 69ing--sucking
one another. They were a little appalled and apparently
had never slurped one another. August taught them well
while he buggered and fucked the youngest sibling. When
his load exploded in her young-young pussy he was done.
He still felt that he had stamina to go on, but it would
have to be without his cock.
He dressed and stumbled his way back to the Walton home.
Timing is Everything
Chapter 22: Down Home County Lovin'
A few days after the cast came off of his arm he was
ready for it to be put back on--this after working very
hard at the sawmill. Now with two good arms the "18 yr
old" worked steady and hard. He was still August Moone,
but August Moone at eighteen. He wasn't sure how old he
had been in the previous "time periods."
He went with John Sr. and John-boy down the mountain
into Charlottesville to deliver the load of lumber. John-
boy, too, wanted to look for some writing supplies--he
was something of an aspiring writer.
August took a long look around the bustling city,
the peoples, cars, time period all were enthralling. He
didn't have much time so he made the most of it--he
crossed the street, ducked down an alley, made use of the
advantages of the Device and entered the nearest bank.
He didn't make off with a lot, just a few extra
dollars. He so noted the townsfolk--lots of townsfolks,
pretty ones all in a row--so to speak. Nice, young,
pretty. With a Device like he had--he could be anything,
a spy, a super hero--anything.
But it wasn't to be so for a one August Moone--he
had other plans.
Back home on Waltons Mountain things moved right
along in proper prospective; such as the incident of
young Elizabeth breaking a window. The kids all were out
playing and excitedly young ten-year-old Elizabeth tossed
the baseball and in her giddiness she tossed the ball too
hard and in the wrong direction--it broke out an upstairs
window.
The window was going to be costly to replace--daddy
John Sr. was pissed. He had been at the sawmill and had
warned the kids about their foolhardy playing too close
to the house. He jerked Elizabeth to him and swatted her
ass right then and there--then, on his own, he dragged
her to the "old woodshed." (it was actually a smoke
house, but you get the idea.)
August made himself scarce and followed la
Stealthmode-like.
He was just in time, Elizabeth had her kiddie-
shortie dress hiked up and her kiddie white brief panties
hiked down. Papa John was letting her have it--firstly by
hand paddling her hind end but good, then--he-he-he-, he
unleashed his schlong and stuffed her.
August was shocked. He didn't think John had it in
him--but now he had it in HER!! HA HA! Elizabeth didn't
put up much of a fuss, a little, squirming about as she
should--but for the most part--she took the "punishment"
and John Sr. unloaded in her.
He pumped vigorously for several minutes and then
unleashed a torrent of man juice. When done he pulled out
and slapped her ass with his cock then jerked her down to
her knees. Elizabeth wailed and held her sore cum laden
ass. John pressed his flaccid member to her face, "Now,"
he scolded her, "you gonna mind me and do as yer told!?"
Elizabeth nodded and wailed moreso. John stuffed her
mouth with his cock and pushed her head back and forth
until she began to do the job on her own. August was most
curious--was this the norm--for the family? Had he done
likewise to the other girls, the boys? Did Olivia know?
Did the grandparents?
When he was "done" cumming in her mouth, he stood
her up, hugged her, caressed her ass and then pulled her
panties up, a gentle pat on the ass to send her back
among the others. John pissed on the brick wall holding
back some of the mountain then returned to the sawmill.
There, too, was the day August strolled along the
lane, just strolling, nothing in particular on his
destination. It had been a month and a couple of days for
his stay with the Waltons, he was liking it. He still
yearned for the Old West, but this time period suited
him, too; although he dread the impending War no one knew
about yet.
He soon came to the Reverend Fordwick's house. He
was the local Baptist minister and had a small quaint
abode. August noted that his Narly Senses were directing
to check up on the house with its white picket fence,
roses, and all.
He was most shocked to find Mary Ellen in the good
Reverend's house; they were doing a little more than
Bible Study! The drapes and curtains were all drawn, but
the doors weren't locked. August utilized stealth to the
extreme and slipped into the backdoor at the kitchen.
Peering into a sitting room he saw Mary Ellen, butt bare
assed naked astride Fordwick's lap. The man had only his
white Christian shirt on, it was unbuttoned. Mary Ellen
sat on his lap with her back to him her cunt filled to
the brim with his cock.
Unlike the other reverends August had encountered
this one didn't spout out any words of scripture--only
groans of pleasure as he fucked away at the 17ish year
old.
When after Fordwick had cum, he jutted and his
energy plummeted quickly; Mary Ellen, however, was still
on fire. She pulled up and turned about, cum dripping
from her cunny. She was a lovely girl, a Plain Jane,
brown hair, and very nice when naked (and dripping with
cum.) She went to her knees and in between her minister's
knees, cupped his balls and began nuzzling his soiled
dick. She soon engulfed the member and sucked him to an
erect state of being. Much to the pleasure of the
Reverend Harddick!
Mary Ellen worked the man's cock until it spouted,
she slurped like a pro, sucked on his shaft and then did
a little work on his balls before climbing up onto his
lap and settling down. Fordwick took her delightful
teenage breasts and enjoyed them, each one!
After overhearing a conversation between John-boy
and brother Ben about Ms. Hunter--the school marm, August
decided to lend a hand. Both boys yearned to see the
woman naked, out behind the barn, or on her desk. The
boys happily yanked their chains as they fantasized about
doinking the 33 year old.
At Ike Godsey's general store on an errand for Ms.
Walton August caught sight of Ike's wandering-feasting
eye--settling on young adopted daughter Amy and youngest
Walton Elizabeth.
The HUD had been working marvelously and finally
freed up an old favorite, Q&A. It wasn't the original, it
had been enhanced or something, but close counts.
When the two Subjects went outside gnawing on their
licorice August had gotten for them, August "quizzed" the
proprietor. He had to be sneaky and not overly "zap" the
man, just create a mind-link with him and thusly engage
in a convo of Q&A.
"You'd like to see those two naked, wouldn't you?"
August launched the first salvo.
Ike nodded, licked his lips and peered at the two
Subjects as they meandered about outside.
"You'd like to fuck them, wouldn't you." salvo two.
Ike paused, began to sweat and then nodded that it
was so. He gouged his rising bone surreptitiously with
the heel of his hand, methodically speaking.
"You like to see Elizabeth and Amy licking each
other, licking your cock--you'd like to fuck them in the
mouth, the ass, and into their sweet young bald pussies,
wouldn't you?"
Ike was about to have a coronary. The "visions" of
the two girls butt naked, sucking his cock, sitting on
his face, sitting on each other's face was too much. He
wrung his hands in his shop apron and disappeared to the
bathroom.
August escorted Elizabeth back to the house half a
mile down the road a ways. Naturally, August was worked
up himself. He "zapped" the young girl, taking her into
the woods. At a nice quiet secure place he had her strip
off her dress and panties.
"Does your daddy go up your butt all the time?"
He was bemused to discover that the Q&A program
wasn't working (again). He let it be, fumed, took
Elizabeth between his legs and hugged her, rubbed her
butt, fingered/diddled her hole, kissed on her and then
laid her out on the forest floor. Legs up along his chest
he pushed his cock into her cunny and fucked her.
Intermittently the Q&A feature worked, so he learned
intermittently that Elizabeth took it up the ass from her
daddy occasionally--so she assumed so did everyone else
who broke something, got sassy, or whatever. "boys, too."
she amended.
How she knew the boys got butt fucked he didn't know
but it was "assumed." no one talked about it and
apparently the grandparents and momma knew about the
narly business going on out behind the smoke house.
Elizabeth was only engaging sexually with Jim-bob.
Ben fingered her pussy and she fondled his cock. John-boy
rubbed his cock against her body and had successfully
fucked her three holes before she was ten. Not all the
time, just every once in a while. She was mildly aware of
the fact that her brothers and sisters secretly
rendezvoused somewhere (sometimes in the barn) late at
night or even during broad daylight for a sex fest.
She had never had any sexual relations with her
sisters, BUT had fingered Amy's pussy and Amy had
fingered hers. That was a plus!
After fulfilling Elizabeth's cunny with his love
juice, sitting back and watching the goo ooze out, he
rested only a few moments than collected himself,
dressed, dressed Elizabeth and scooted on home.
The following morning--hehehehehehe, after breakfast
and the Walton household members dispersed for their
daily activities, August settled on the ones who didn't.
That being Olivia and Mary Ellen. He waited a few minutes
after everyone else had gone off to do their own thing
leaving Mary Ellen and Olivia to clean up after
breakfast. August feigned being tired, headache and other
minor aches & pains.
Knowing that unannounced visitors frequented the
Waltons, any member of the Waltons could come waltzing
back at any time, August wasted little time--he quickly
zapped Olivia and eldest daughter Mary Ellen, having them
strip off their clothing right then and there in the
kitchen.
Once so, August stripped nude himself then had Mary
Ellen's wondrous mouth engulf his prick and please him as
she had pleased the Reverend Fordwick. Olivia was
prompted to sit on the long picnic/dinning table and lay
out, legs open. August then devoured her furry snatch
while Mary Ellen sucked him.
When his cock was ready to explode he was ready to
plunge it into Olivia's cunt, didn't happen--Mary Ellen's
cocksucking method was too good and he soon began to
shoot his load into her mouth and onto her face. Olivia's
pussy was delightful as is--a little funky with the fresh
scent of pee, but otherwise tolerable.
He noshed, nipped the "lips", nipped the clit,
tongue lashed the whole of the gash and then the taint
and asshole, the Trinity--Pussy-Taint-Asshole.
When after his cock had settled and Mary Ellen's
face a nice glistening of cum juice August crawled up
onto Olivia, dragging his sensitized cock against the
woman's love entrance. It would take a few more minutes
before it would return to the capability of fucking--so
in the meantime he noshed on her titties and relaxed.
Moving right along--Country Store Charms
Timing is everything--'nuff said! A couple of days
after scoring with Olivia and Mary Ellen August Moone was
once more in the company of young Elizabeth Walton at
Godsey's general store. Staunch prissy uppity snooty too
well educated for mountain living Corabeth was down the
mountain in Charlottesville on business.
It was late afternoon. Auggie knew there probably
wouldn't be much time, but he would do what he could to
help poor ole horndog Ike. After a bottle of pop, some
congenial chit-chat, the girls perusing the aisles, Ike's
eyes feasting on their butts, August went into action.
Ike's general store served multiple purposes--a gas
station, post office, gather social place, polling place,
shopping, as well as living. Part of the general store
was home to Ike and Corabeth ; it was separated but
still.
A door opened up to the living room from the back
area of the store, here there was modest furniture. Here
Ike delighted (in his taken over mind) as Elizabeth and
adopted daughter Amy stripped off their dresses.
Elizabeth then was practically nude, she wore no shoes in
the summer. Amy did, though, at her mother's insistence.
Corabeth was raised/reared and educated well and not
about to allow her "child" to go barefoot.
August goaded Ike into undressing himself, there was
the brief hesitation but August insisted, implanting the
notion that "it was alright" his narly shenanigans. The
door from the store to the home was left open so as
August could hear the store's entrance door open--it had
a bell signal.
With the girls clad merely in their panties Ike
already had a stout boner.
Amy had seen boys nude, with boners, mostly
Elizabeth's brothers. She hadn't seen them fucking or
sucking one another, but she and 'lizabeth had spied on
the boys most often as they skinny dipped at Durcilla's
Pond. Had Elizabeth seen her brothers sexually molesting
one another?
Nope, she had missed that part.
"If you could FUCK Elizabeth and Amy, would you?"
August asked already knowing. Ike masturbated, eyes
glistening, feasting on the girls standing shoulder to
shoulder in their panties. In his mind this was more (or
less) a dream--a fantasy.
Neither Elizabeth of Amy would be narly naughty with
Ike. They would consider maybe John-boy, but not really.
Jim-bob was a go, as well as Ben and probably Jason. But
Elizabeth was reserved, her brothers were already semi-
naughty with her, with Jim-bob she was having sex
straight out.
Amy was somewhat enamored with Jim-bob, she had once
seen him peeing in the woods.she had a tingly feeling in
her pussy that brought her to finger herself into an
orgasm. Curious she wanted to know what it would be like,
to be peed on! She wanted to "taste" his cock--not
knowing that that implied a blowjob. She wanted his
fingers in her 'sides Elizabeth's fingers.
And what about August? What were their feelings
towards him?
Both girls blushed and gushed, became a little giddy
and August knew.
Before someone broke in on them August got Amy and
Elizabeth to sit on the sofa, legs open and wide and up
and all. Ike and his boner came to them and placed his
face between Amy's legs, fingers to Elizabeth's snatch.
Both girls were wondrous, glorious to behold. They had
slowly lowered their panties prior to getting on the
couch, bits of cum came to August and Ike's cock, the
anticipation was too much to hold off.
Ike noshed on Amy's cunt, he was delighted. The bald
beaver was supreme to him, he was not an out and out
molester, he kept his unusual desires inward and jerked
off of fucked Corabeth while fantasizing about pegging
some cute little girl from the area. In his mind (on his
own) he had fucked Mary Ellen, Erin, AND Elizabeth many
times over already.
Amy was a virgin. So this was going to be difficult,
deflowering her and all. August got a towel from the
nearby bathroom while Ike continued to lick the bald
poon; then, while Ike licked out Elizabeth's beaver
August placed the towel under Amy's cunt and licked her
out himself.
The pressures of orgasming were increasing
exponentially, August finally had Ike "assume the
position" and glide his rock hard purple schlong into
Amy's virgin entrance. He himself was up on his knees
stuffing the girl's mouth with his cock.
With a gentle hand behind her pretty blond head he
pushed her down onto his phallic, Ike was pushing INTO
her pussy, deflowering her virginity. Ike was most
pleased, in his mind this was all wondrous to behold.
August creamed Amy's mouth, a magnificent load of
spunk splattered her gullet and then oozed onto her
sunny-sunny face. He got her to slurp the goo all up then
sat with his bare sweaty ass on the top of the ornate
semi Victorian sofa, watching as Ike finished doing
likewise to Amy's cunt.
They were spent.
In their minds, the Subjects were not 100% aware of
what was happening, this little episode was fantasy;
besides, August could have it both ways--the Subjects
AWARE of what was happening but then AFTERWARDS their
minds of the incident would be erased and they WOULDN'T
remember!
Works for me!
Ike returned to licking on Elizabeth's cunny while
August cleaned up the fresh fucked Amy. There wasn't a
lot of clean up involved, but enough to seriously soil
the towel she sat on--enough to have to throw said towel
away.
August cleaned Amy up and then positioned her on the
sofa again, this time laying down on the cushions, knees
on the floor. Ike was now ready for deflowering
Elizabeth. (but Elizabeth had already been deflower by
Jim-bob--she thought it was when she was about 6 or 7 or
so.)
Ike slid his cock into Elizabeth and the brass bell
signal signaled that someone had come into the store. Ike
didn't pay it any attention, his mind was locked and
absorbed with his shagging Elizabeth. August peeked out
and saw that it was the little girl whose grandpa was
doinking her. She was soon followed by her mother.
Hmmmmmm
August, too, was enamored with Elizabeth, she was so
young, frail looking, skinny, and very red headed. Her
nude body lay out casually on the sofa, her long silky
red hair pasted to her skin. Ike had cum in her, sucked
on her nipples and then licked on Amy's bald poon once
more while "resting."
The woman and her daughter were brought into the
melee, stripped of their clothing and August fucked them
(again). His cock was seriously groaning with some
displeasure. His life had become one big fuck. He enjoyed
shagging the woman, sure--she was not all that
unattractive, but his true desire was the young girl.
He busted a nut cumming into the girl, he couldn't
get off in her pussy so he turned her over and had her
positioned onto her mother's face, then he instructed the
mother to latch onto his balls while he ramrodded the
young girl's back door.
Ike meanwhile was ramrod ding Amy's backdoor.
Neither man had anything left to give. Their poor
cocks just couldn't stiff any more no matter what. August
returned everyone to their clothing, but didn't bother
"cleaning" the woman and her daughter, nor Elizabeth or
Amy. August had Ike go thru the process of cleaning
himself, revitalizing his cock with wash water. August
did likewise but merely pulled 'lizabeth and Amy's
panties up without cleansing their love holes.
Then there was the tedious process of "fixing" their
minds. To Elizabeth and Amy a simple matter of
daydreaming, fantasizing about having sexual relations
with August and Mike, making their love holes ache with
desire.
The woman and young daughter simply had their minds
erased of the incident. And for Ike--it was a glorious
fantasy pure and simple.
While walking Elizabeth back home from Ike's, half
way along the youngest Walton piped, "I gotta pee." she
had been gnawing on some red licorice and casually
tugging at her panties front and rear. August's cock was
severely sore and he didn't think it could handle any
more "action"--not at least for a few days or so!
But Elizabeth slinked off the road into the woods
aways and hunkered down behind a great fallen log, she
merely had pulled her panties to one side and gushed out
some pee--along with some cum. August leaned over the log
to watch. 'lizabeth gushed and ah'med him, shocked and
surprised--but not upset. She blushed and August "looked
her over".
Then he mused, "Hmmmm, I gotta pee, too!"
It was now Elizabeth's turn, she crawled up onto the
great log and peered as August Moone stood with his cock
plainly out for her to see and a trickle of pee (and bits
of cum) shooting out of it.
Slowly August snaked his pants down, exposing his
bare ass flesh, he squeezed his fleshy cheeks and began
massaging his groin. He made pleasing sounds and let out
his breath, he had finished peeing and now was working up
a stiffy. Elizabeth feasted on his cock, pursed lips and
still blushing, turning almost as red as her hair.
"Wanna help?" he asked.
Elizabeth was shocked, she gulped and didn't know
what to say (or do.) August grinned to her and nodded for
her to come hither. She did, albeit readily and greedily.
She was embarrassed but came and stood directly before
him, eyeing the mighty Moone cock!
August reached out and took her hand. She resisted
at first but then allowed him to continue--which was to
simply grip the bone and stroke it lovingly. She did.
She did, also, fondle his balls and then place the
other hand to his bare ass and rub it. August could feel
a stirring in his nads. The visions of her and Amy butt
naked being doinked and licked out filled his mind.
"Kiss it." August said to her.
Elizabeth hesitated, she was not a cocksucker, it
was gross. But strong encouragement and some begging
prompted the fiery red head to comply, on her own. She
sucked merely on the head of his cock but that was
enough, that was a start.
He soon had her naked, undressing before him. He
loved looking at her nudity, 'specially that bald beaver,
a nice gash was there, he still wondered about Olivia,
surely the mother of Elizabeth had seen that her youngest
child was no longer virginal, didn't she know the
difference between "virgin" pussy lips and "non-virgin"
pussy lips?
And furthermore, didn't she know what her husband
John was doing to the kids when he took them behind the
smoke shed for discipline? Did she approve? She was
supposed to be a stout Christian: she didn't approve of
beer drinking, swearing, fighting, farting, nudity, or
anything unChristian.
On her own Elizabeth satisfied August's insatiable
lust for young fucking. She settled down nakedly onto his
naked body, taking his cock straight into her pussy. They
fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked--August was just
unable to shoot another load. But the "feeling" was there
and that was good.
He doinked her up the butt, spanked her and licked
out her pussy, bringing HER to an orgasm. They then
dressed and made their way back home.
In the lazy summer days that followed August was privy to
watching/spying as Zeb Walton enjoyed a tryst with the
new neighbors down the lane--the grandpa and his
granddaughter? Here Walton Senior sat back with his
britches down, legs open, and cock buried to the hilt
into sweet Jessica's mouth, her mother, Marie was with
John down in Charlottesville looking for a job leaving
her daughter Jessica in the capable hands of the two
grandpas. Hmmmmmmmmm
The other grandpa had his face into his
granddaughter's ass, pulling her cheeks open and licking
out the Trinity, strongly jerking off as he did so.
August wondered if the senior Walton was a naughty fella.
Now he knew.
Jessica worked Zeb's schlong, fast and furiously
know by his actions that he was about to cum. Her
grandfather behind her finally finished tongue lashing
her pussy, taint, and asshole; stood up and pressed his
prong into her asshole and proceeded to fuck it while Zeb
creamed into her mouth.
Strangely Ben wanted to shag Corabeth. He just
assumed that she needed it, he knew and realized that Ike
was nailing her, but he definitely wanted to bag her
himself. He was a tall fella, Ben was, musically inclined
and thick full rich hair mixed of sandy brown and red. He
was the most polite, even stepped aside a conversation to
fart.
With Elizabeth she was merely giving him hand jobs,
but he desired more. Mary Ellen had sucked his cock,
brought him to orgasm a few times. He had fucked Erin,
pussy-mouth-and asshole. But that was his sisters, it
wasn't overly the norm but then it was for brothers and
sisters close knit to eventually fool around (sexually)
with one another. No biggie. (although they were supposed
to stop as they got older.)
Ben desired to shag not only Corabeth, but a so-so
goofy nutty girlfriend of his, Bitsy. And Ms. Hunter,
too, and Ms. Kidwell, and Lorabeth James, and even Amy.
Jason. Jason had gotten Elizabeth to let him go off
up her butt, this after catching her and Jim-bob
together. He swore he'd rat them out if she didn't give
up the booty. Elizabeth got her first "sandwich" that
day.
But Jason, too, wanted to bag Corabeth AND Ms.
Hunter.
Jim-bob wasn't so much into Corabeth but had swore
that while having a one-on-one school work related convo
with Ms. Hunter he had heard her fart. He wanted to lick
her asshole afterward, he wanted to see her sitting above
his face and peeing on him!
John-boy. The oldest Walton off-spring, he had
fucked his sisters at least once, got a blow job by them
and to Erin had filled her three holes before she was
twelve.
John-boy, too, wanted to have a go at Ms. Hunter,
Corabeth was a maybe.
None of the boys considered banging away at their
momma.
Grandpa Walton had fondled his granddaughters, and
had gotten a hand job from Erin and a blowjob from Mary
Ellen. The BJ had come when after he had caught Erin and
Mary Ellen smoking a cigarette, they were nude and had
been fingering one another. As punishment he laid them
across his lap and tanned their bare asses.
This only brought about a tumultuous boner in the
old man, both girls were aware and when Erin pushed
herself up she "felt" (on the sly) his erection. It was
(the slut) who stood "presenting" herself to her aged
grandfather, not bothering to pull up her pants and
panties. Mary Ellen took her turn across her grandpa's
lap and Erin watched him, lightly she fingered her snatch
and turned the old man on more.
Mary Ellen, too, had felt the cock burgeoning
beneath her, when she pushed herself up after the
spanking she pressed her hand to the immense organ. "Oh
grandpa!" exclaimed Mary Ellen. Both teens stared at it
and the old mountain geezer spouted, "Well, you want to
see it, or what?"
The girls gushed, rubbed their searing asses and
watched as their grandpa fished out of his overalls his
cock. The girls took to it, fondling and caressing,
kissing the bulbous tip and sucking it. When he was about
to spurt Mary Ellen whisked herself out of her clothes
quickly--but not as quickly as did Erin. Erin mounted her
grandpa, taking his cock up into her pussy and humping
madly until he came.
Erin had been merely twelve years young at the time.
To Elizabeth Grandpa Walton had squeezed her butt,
lusted after her and fucked Mary Ellen once or twice (or
thrice) with the fantasy that he was sinking himself into
the fiery red head's young poon instead.
Corabeth was on his list of women other than his
good spiteful wife Ester. Ms. Hunter was on that list, as
well. And a couple of other odds & ends women about the
mountain, more specifically their young pretty offspring-
-including Ike & Corabeth's adopted young adopted child,
Amy.
Olivia. Well, she was a stick in the mud, no sexual
fantasies at all, only concerned with her husband, John.
August had to pry it out of her, but she beheld a few
narly secrets, sexual ones that she kept buried--when she
was younger--er, when the KIDS were younger and she was
nursing them--she got horny. She got OFF on having them
suckle her. This is a commonality, but in the era of
Olivia Walton it was not.
She DID fondle her sons, she DID have them suck on
her titties when they didn't need to--just when SHE
needed them, too. Husband John sucked on her titties and
fingered her pussy. They bathed together and once
ventured into skinny dipping together. But that was about
as risqu‚ as it got.
John Walton. When August tried to utilize the Q&A on
him, to get the dirt about his "punishing" his offspring,
the Q&A flickered offline. Naturally.
*****
Cumming Together
As the saying goes--All good things must cum
together--or something like that. The Waltons had readily
accepted him as one of their own, he had that way about
him with people--snow job. Occasionally he would slip
Olivia, Grandma, Zeb, and John Sr. a few bills, claiming
that he had done some work for someone and "earned" the
few bills.
It so came to pass that Timing is Everything--the
Walton Boys just HAPPENED to be at the Walton Mountain
School. There, too, was Ms. Hunter, the boys object of
much jerking off. August waited until the lone janitor
and other milling students in for the summer session had
dispersed. Then--
Ms. Hunter was a nice looker, not 100% cock
pleasing, rustic in a manner of speaking, but she was
fuckable and that was all that mattered. Reddish brown
hair, more brown than red, short in stature, nice healthy
28Bs, spoke well and was very smart. And more importantly
the Walton boys all wanted to bone her.
In Rosemary Hunter's class she was positioned before
the boys, the boys positioned before her. The Q&A
function was still offline so there was no discovering
any narly secrets from the mountain teacher. She was
basically zapped into a zombie state of mind, August
would dink with her mind at a later time--afterwards.
The boys; this was their fantasy cum true. In their
minds to each they simply were "acting" out the fantasy,
unaware that it was actually a fantasy in progress.
Slowly the boys stripped off their clothes, only to Jim-
bob would August consider having a shag with, the others
were too old.
Once nude August put in motion the young 30-
something Rosemary Hunter, having her on her knees and
taking John-boy's cock, grip it and work it into a
fevered state of being--cup his balls and then engulf the
head. August stripped down himself and proceeded.
Ms. Hunter sucked nicely on John Jr.'s schlong,
almost like a pro. She DID make a face a few times,
retching and semi-gagging. But she sucked and sucked
well, bringing the enamored mountain boy to cum. He
filled Rosemary's mouth, the juices drizzled out of the
corners of her mouth until she finally swallowed.
Ben, Jason, and Jim-bob stood watching, all
connected, all believing this was a fantasy--all had
stiffies and were working them into a frenzied state.
John-boy pulled out and rubbed his cock all over the
semi-pretty woman's face before resting his 18 yr old
butt against her desk.
Jason was slurped on neatly, he didn't cum, he tried
but it wasn't happening. August saw a flash in the 16 yr
old's mind his so-so girlfriend, Bitsy--he seriously
wanted to fuck her--all three holes he saw himself
cumming in, he wanted to SPANK her, pee on her, fuck her
silly.
August made a mental note to see what he could do
for him.
Jason didn't cum, either, but he was close. He
REALLY was enamored with Ms. Hunter, he deeply envisioned
fucking her, spanking her, and having on top of him doing
the fucking. August began to see a new idiosyncrasy to
his Device implant, "visions." Flash visions, visions
from his Subjects--their likes and dislikes, but mostly
likes. This was new.
With Jason August saw the boy humping his mother.
Jason, too, was "seen" humping Corabeth & Amy. With Ben,
there was the vision of BUTT-FUCKING his mother, or at
least she was on her hands and knees, in the family barn,
cheeks spread.
Jim-bob emptied his tool only moments after humping
Ms. Hunter's mouth. His cock went all over her pretty
face, skull fucking. Ms. Hunter smacked her lips and
though he couldn't get any A's to his Q's from her, he
got "visions." Those were just as good and as truthful--
in one of her "visions" she was nude with John-boy, she
WAS sucking his dick, and she WAS allowing him to fuck
her, right on her desk!
Hmmmmm
Sooooo, right on her desk she went, sprawling out on
her back, legs dangling off with John-boy slipping his
aching bone into her womanly cunny. No flash visions from
him, he was absorbed solely in screwing Ms. Hunter (in
his fantasy induced dream.)
Ben slipped around and straddled Ms. Hunter's face,
dropping his testicles into her waiting mouth. Jason
leaned down and began suckling Ms. Hunter's titties.
August put Jim-bob to the task of cornlicking John-boy's
ass, licking the flesh and parting the cheeks, having a
go at the hole, cupping and sucking the madly swinging
balls.
John-boy nearly lost consciousness as he shot his
wad into the teacher. He could hardly contain himself and
barely remain standing, the orgasm was terrific! He made
many moans of pleasure, his cock still deep inside the
pussy, still cumming. He finally withdrew and laid his
pipe against her entrance and humped just a little more
to get every ounce of pure pleasure from the ordeal.
He then was laid out on the floor for a bit of
needed slumber.
Jim-bob being right there took his turn out of
order.
Jason and Ben had "switched", they enjoyed what they
were doing and didn't mind that their youngest brother
was out of turn. They enjoyed watching him fuck.
When Jim-bob finally made his juices flow into Ms.
Hunter Ben leaned down the teacher's heaving body and as
Jim-bob pulled out of the pussy, Ben engulfed it, sucked
it and lapped up the spillage on Ms. Hunter's cunt. Jason
took his turn, gliding effortlessly into the wondrous
womanly snatch, August put Jim-bob onto John-boy's face,
bring the boy down to suck his oldest brother's cock.
When the boys had all had their turn filling Ms.
Hunter's love box with their love, they each licked her
cunny. Each boy got a face coated with her juices, they
sucked on her titties and licked her asshole, Ben and
Jim-bob managed to get re-stiffened and so thusly they
buggered the hapless zombiefied woman.
August took his turn lastly, spanking the woman and
sodomizing her with her pointing stick. He then "dinked"
with her mind, put images and notions and whatnot into
her noggin, having her accept the narly ways of the
mountain boys. He then left the woman sitting in her
chair, her dress back on, but her panties at her ankles.
He put it to her that she had had an incredible fantasy--
a gangbang from the Walton boys.
Her fingers were sore and soiled from much friggin'
of her love box, her asshole, too. She was now to desire
hard nasty naughty narly Roman-style orgy sex from the
boys, and anyone ELSE with a hard throbbing cunt pleasing
cock!
August felt good with his doings (debauchery) and
brought the Walton boys home.
Same Shit, Different Pussy
Corabeth Godsey was a difficult woman; she
zombiefied all right, but her mind was staunch, closed
minded and not open for narly business. August tried
though, he did manage to get control of her and thusly
rendered her naked in the pool room of her husband's
general store.
It was midweek, business at the small central
general store was usually very meager. The height of
summer was full strong, John Walton and his Pa (Zeb) had
gone down the mountain on business. The women folk of the
Walton Clan were busy with their daily chores, Erin on a
picnic with her boyfriend. August wanted to be with her,
too--to see what happened (or would).
But he was with the lads, the four boys had plans
for the day, to piss it off mostly, to be anywhere but
the house as their momma was prone to finding things for
them to do.
So barefooted and lust in their loins they scooted
out with no particular direction intended. There was the
notion of making for Durcilla's Pond for a "frolick", OR
to sneak up and spy on Erin and her boyfriend, go hunt up
Ms. Hunter, etc. August prompted them that since they had
already bagged Ms. Hunter, it was Corabeth's turn.
August took his turn first having the boys stand
aside in "prep" mode. Buck naked Corabeth wasn't a bad
dish, buck naked. She was still staunch and had no sexual
fantasies whatsoever. A typical refined stick in the mud.
He firstly laid her out on the pool table, broad
daylight in a semi-public place was a semi-thrill for
August, he noshed on her furry poon, diddled it into a
frenzied state of being, tongue lashed her poop chute
then rubbed eight ball onto her entrance, fucked her with
the blunt end of a cue stick, and humped her with a
bottle of pop!
Finally he laid into her, mounting her and sliding
his aching schlong into her cunny and giving her a nice
fuck. He would much rather be shagging one of the Walton
girls, Ms. Hunter, and/or Amy, but he fucked Corabeth
just because, sucked on her titties and soon brought the
boys in--having them line up to get their cocks & balls
washed.
This segued into the boys one by one, starting with
John-boy, fucking Corabeth, a cousin of the family.
August worked on dinking with Corabeth's mind but it was
a tough time, she was frigid; not into sex, refined, and
morally just. She didn't even masturbate! (The elusive
Q&A had cum back to life.)
During the time Jim-bob took his turn, August found
a deep dark secret path of memories Corabeth was hiding,
shielding. It took Jim-bob had filled the woman's cunt
and John-boy up her ass before August managed to "open"
the secretive memory. It was like watching a movie, there
was no sound but just "images."
But they were dousies!
As a young girl it seems as though Corabeth had an
infatuations--like most girls, with horses--for obvious
reasons. When she was old enough to have a chest, August
guessed she was about twelve, she WAS into masturbation,
but not to herself--guess who?
Yep, her horse. AND she was caught at it, by her
father. Her father took a strap to her, stripping her
naked and walloping her while she was pressed up against
him.
Okay, segue when she was a bit older, a teenage girl
at some school only for girls. Here she was caught naked
in bed with another girl! Caught by a woman deemed to be
a watcher over the girls. Corabeth was once more
strapped.)
That was all. Was this enough? Enough to put
Corabeth in such a manner as to dislike sex?
August didn't know, utilizing the Q&A feature of the
Device he meandered about, asking poignant questions but
getting sidetracked and derailed, she was good.
Even the Point Blank questions got him no where, she
wasn't giving up any narly questions. Not until Ben was
fucking her again, Ben's cock was sore and aching and had
cum in her mouth, in her ass, and in her pussy. He was
done, done done. He was shagged out from shagging and
could shag no more. But he was prompted to and was doing
his best, and in so doing his best he was grinding away
on Corabeth, humping to get some enjoyment out of the
deal. So he grinded up at an angle and plowed with great
vigor and vim, grinding against Corabeth's clit.
This was good. August found a flood of other hidden
memories she was hiding. One such was her sexual romps
with her horse, regardless of the voracious spanking she
had received, she still snuck about to jerk the horse off
and have the horse's cock rub against her inflamed cunny.
She was also gang raped by some boys. She was at
that girl's school, a boarding school for girls. But not
too far away was a boarding school for boys. Corabeth and
some other girls snuck out of their school and met the
boys in the woods. They got drunk and naked and fucked.
In a way Corabeth despised the boys for their
shenanigans, but in another, being fucked one after
another, gangbanged repeatedly was a joy she couldn't
replace.
In her present state of Mind August uncovered the
awful truth, she DID want to screw the Walton boys, all
of them--AND at the same time!
She wasn't so hot on having John Sr. or his Pa, Zeb,
sink their bones into her, just John-boy, Jason, Ben, and
Jim-bob.
How would she feel about Amy? About seeing Amy nude
having sex with one of the Walton boys--or all of them?
How would she feel about seeing the Walton boys banging
their sisters?
Well, surprisingly, Corabeth as staunch and uppity
as she was, would actually be tolerable to such a narly
doings, so long as the boys fucked her, too!
August was awed, in essence he really didn't have to
do anything. He merely had to make it resolved for
Corabeth, allow her to deal with it, her hidden feelings
regarding sex and frivolity. So in essence she was easy
to "dink" with, freeing her at last.
I Fuck therefore I Am
The Finale
On all four was she, in her mouth Jason while behind
her Jim-bob. Under her at an angle John-boy licking her
pussy and sucking on Jim-bob flying testicles. He rubbed
her ass, tweaked her nipples and she fondled his cock.
Mary Ellen sat on her knees sucking he grandpa's cock,
brushing her long stringy reddish brown hair out of the
way as she worked.
All eyes were, though, mostly on the woman on the
floor, sucking her son and being fucked from behind by
another son. August sat and watched, too, he was
exhausted, Olivia had been almost like cousin Corabeth,
hiding deep seeded secrets. She DID want to have wild sex
with her sons, but as a Christian she could succumb to
that immorality.
Now, with the help of August Moone and his wondrous
sci-fi Device, she could. (and did)
Sitting on the couch alongside August was John, his
pants and underclothes down, on his naked lap was his
youngest child, Elizabeth. He gently helped raise her up
and down on his prong, clutching her dainty young ass and
thoroughly involved in the immoral act.
On the floor Erin lay on Ben
It was a daze he awoke in, a sickly one at that. He
faintly recalled the experience in the green sea, the
"transition" sea. That was all. Bile and other inside
bodily fluids filled his throat and nose. He couldn't
move--not even. This was a part of the "transition" he
didn't care for. He didn't know why, not exactly, but
assumed that it was due in part to his migrating from one
time period to the next. That was understandable, he
still didn't like it, though.
When his senses came to him some time later he took
to note that he was once more in a forest. But it was
sparse, BIG trees, pines and cedars with a few elms. It
would take a while longer to notice anything else.
He heard the familiar forest critter sounds--
squirrels, chipmunks, birds.
He felt the wind gently blowing through the boughs
of the trees.
He still felt nauseous.
More time would be needed before he was even able to
roll over onto his back. Again, every fiber of his being
was like on fire, a tingling sensation running rampant
thru his body, mostly in the tips of his toes and
fingers; even his hair hurt! And it felt like, too, that
there was a huge weight settled on him, back and chest.
It was hard to breathe.
With a busting headache he finally pulled himself
together, noting that the HUD/Device seemed to be off-
line, naturally. He vomited, a lot, retching until he had
no more to give but to cough up his nuts. He fell a few
times, noting that he fell less often if he weren't
heading down hill.
But there were LOTS of hills wherever the hell he
was at.
It took a little more time to come to a stout tree,
hang on to it and take a longer stronger look around.
With a big sigh he noted that evening type time was
coming on. He smelled no fires, saw and heard nothing
leading him to believe that civilization was anywhere's
about. Casually he wondered if migrating thru time was
solely limited to one specific geographic location--like
North America--he would hate to wind up in some communist
country, or some frozen/barren wasteland, some remote
island, in the middle of a war, skirmish, etc.
He didn't believe he was in a war, on some remote
island, certainly not in a frozen wasteland. He was on a
mountain, somewhere in North America he was reasonable
certain of that. And he was naked.
Gathering himself he proceeded offward once more, a
stout stick helped steady him. He soon came to a babbling
creek, that helped. It was ice cold, though so he only
took a few drinks. The scent of smoke in the air alerted
him that something was up. What he didn't know, a
campfire or a forest fire.
He followed the creek down a ways, finding that the
scent got stronger. He saw one deer and some bear shit,
he got bitched at by an otter and a blue jay. He heard no
other "voices" but carefully made his way along as
stealthfully as possible.
At length he came to a small clearing at the creek,
an old-old-old-old pickup (circa 1930ish) was close by,
it had some sort of canvas tent attached to it, it was an
old blue color and August determined that it was a Ford.
There was a makeshift picnic table, not
professionally made. A small campfire, fishing poles la
cane poles leaning up against the truck. The area was
quaint and serene--and quietly on the table was a young
ten year old girl, her shirt pulled up to expose her flat
chest and perky nipples. Her pants were off on the
ground, her white brief panties dangling off of an ankle
as an aged man in his 60s pumped away furiously between
her legs.
The girl clung to the edge of the table, saying
nothing but making facial expressions now and then. The
old man, possibly her grandpa, pumped, humped, and
concentrated on fucking. He was naked save for an old
blue shirt he wore but it was unbuttoned just the same.
Finally the old codger got his nut; he strained, his
old schlong buried to the hilt in his granddaughter's
pussy. He flexed, jutted, strained and finally pumped his
all to get his all then he withdrew, laying his cock
against the girl's pussy.
The old man gripped the table, drenched in his
sweat, he looked down to the girl, nodded and said
nothing. Slowly he began to diddle the girl's pussy,
specifically his spunk, then he placed said cum laden
finger up to his granddaughter's mouth. August watched in
subtle glee as the girl sucked the finger clean. She then
was prompted to come off of the table and to her knees.
She then partook of her grandfather's cock and
masturbated it a moment before wrapping her sweet young
lips about the cum shooting schlong and sucking it.
Thereafter the girl and man retired to the back of
the truck. August could only assume. He was too tired,
his mind too frapped or he would have spied in on them.
Instead he mosied on down the creek. He shoulda spied.
*****
After spending the night out he vowed that he would
find civilization, somewhere somehow. He was cold,
chilled, hungry, and naked. That left him very vulnerable
to the pesky insects who sought his body as a fine
dinning establishment.
Come the morning he was on the move, seeking
civilization.
Twice he thought he heard the sounds of some old
worn out engine of some old worn out vehicle. Once he saw
a glimmer of some old worn out vehicle moving along a
road he couldn't see. It was down below him, the woods
were tight, rough, and not kind to a nude body.
He smelled smoke wafting along on the air again,
heard voices carried along it, too. Another vehicle
trudged along unseen but heard, scrambling to find it he
fell--fell into a ravine that nearly killed him. He
received a concussion, broke his arm and badly sprained
his ankle. Then there were the minor wounds, gouges,
scrapes and numerous other hurtie-owies. (his whole life
was hurtie-owies.)
He lay very-very still at the bottom of the steep
gully. He doubted that even clothes would have helped,
'cept more protection to his naughty bits. The blistering
sun came to bake and baste him, he couldn't move so his
bare backside got the brunt of the abuse. But vowing that
he would NOT die in some godforsaken way, alone (and not
knowing where in Time he was) he pulled/pushed himself up
the side of the "V" shaped gully.
He was totally disorientated and couldn't remember
where the road was he had been aiming at earlier. He
stumbled and hurt himself even more, coming to rest by a
large stump. When his senses came to him he found that
the stump had a hollow cave to it, in the hallow was a
jug, an old porcelain jug with a cork stopper.
Booze. The fumes alone burned/singed his eyebrows
off.
But it was liquid and he was parched.
Hmmmm
He nearly choked to death, just a small jigger-swig
about did him in.
He put the jug back and found to his surprise that
he DID feel a little better. He found another surprise, a
gun. Well, actually a rifle. It was old, not ancient, not
a blunderbuss or flintlock, but a modern day rifle--in
whatever "modern day" period he was in.
A "gap" in his memory came during this time, what
happened for the rest of the day he was unsure, he
surmised (to himself later on recalling this grand epic)
that he had "sampled" another jigger-swig of the
moonshine, then possibly quite possibly another swig, a
full shot's worth. All this couple with blood loss,
concussion, his numerous hurtie-owies led to his possibly
just passing out.
When he DID awake neatly to stronger memories--he
would have rather not. It was dark, it was getting rather
chilly, his head hurt terribly-terribly. He then became
aware of the fact that he was not alone.
Not alone.
It wasn't birds or chipmunks, no woodpeckers, not
even the pesky otter--it was none other than a bear.
August startled the bruin and the bear reacted, growling
and rearing up, bearing fangs and claws. August was glad
now that he was unclothed 'cause he just soiled himself.
The bear roared and August tried to escape--he was
in no mood to deal with a bear. The bear seemed pissed
off and charged August. The fight was on. It was going to
be a short one, though.
There wasn't much August could do against the
weighty brute, even if he was well. The hot breath of the
woodsy creature nearly melted his skin off his face, it
was all August could do to keep his good arm between his
throat and the bruin's gapping maw.
They wrestled, the huge furry gamey beast getting
the upper hand. August didn't know how he had done it,
but he had come up under the great hairy critter and
secured the rifle; he had scrambled about seeking the
object, not knowing if whether or not the damn relic was
even loaded!
The bear tore him a new asshole and was preparing to
shred his manhood when August planted the rifle barrel
under the critter's chin and pulled the trigger.
The blast-recoil sent both creatures sprawling.
August was partially deafened by the noise. The powder
stung into his new wounds, the bear had lashed his chest,
thighs, and backside. This was bad, very bad.
In desperation August fired point blank again, the
bear thrashed about and charged him blindedly, August
fired again and then smacked the bear upside the head
before the bear lunged and pummeled him. The rifle went
off once more and August remembered nothing more
thereafter.
****
.until awakening in a bed.
He was somewhat stunned, he awoke with a startle,
and instantly needed to pee, very badly. His head hurt,
then everything else hurted. Terribly, badly,
relentlessly. But he could see, he was in a bed, not a
hospital, somebody's house.
There was an opened window, three opened windows,
dull white clapboard interior walls, a few pictures, a
simple iron bed across from him, simple antique
nightstands.
He could smell something that smelled like--food.
Pine scented air wafted in, he felt better and had little
to recall how he had gotten where he was, or how, or
anything.
Presently the door to the room opened and a middle
aged woman appeared, in a below-the-knees dress, hair in
a bun, and not a bad looker. She carried a tray, not of
food, but dressings. She smiled and said something,
August didn't catch it.
He looked confused, felt confused, was confused. The
woman soothed him, though, with her smile and demeanor.
She seemed to have called for someone, and in walked an
old lady, a grandma in her 60s.
Mostly without his knowledge August had his
dressings changed, he tried to talk himself but seemed to
have throat damage. The old grandma shushed him and
pointed to her own throat and got August to understand
that he was unable to communicate vocally.
Presently the old fussy woman left, to be replaced
by a much-much younger woman--a teenage girl. Hmmmm,
things were looking up!!
The teenage girl was nice, plain looking, bib-
overalls, no shoes, long sandy brown hair, something of a
chest, and fuckable for sure. Her name was Mary Ellen.
The woman fussing over August--not the old woman, was
Olivia. She was okay, she had a nice smile and didn't bat
an eye about August's nudity--she sponged bathed him and
then he passed out--again.
He drifted in and out of consciousness, each time
seeing new faces. Usually Olivia was the constant,
bathing him, feeding him, changing his dressing.
Sometimes the old woman would be sitting in a chair
nearby, reading a book, he later surmised that it was the
Bible.
His hearing slowly returned to him, so did most of
the feeling in his well frapped body. He still couldn't
talk, he had severe damage to his throat. That sucked.
But at least he was alive--he had tangled with a bear. A
BEAR!
He was in the house of the Waltons. He met most,
usually one at a time. Four boys, three girls, a set of
grandparents and a set of regular parents. He still
wasn't certain as to what year it was, but he determined
that he was in some "southern" state by the kids'
mannerisms; shoeless and backwoods persona.
That was cool. He was cool with it. He was alive, he
didn't think that after tangling with the bear he would
be. He was thankful, grateful, relieved. He continued to
keep most things that bothered him (Alice) buried deep,
no need to go there. There were other things, though, he
had no fucking clue as to what had happened. He decided
to let those pesky things go. He was alive, that was all
that mattered. For now.
After a few days his strength was still down, but he
seriously was displeased about his having to make use of
a bedpan. He was mightily uncomfortable with that and
tried to "hold it in" when he needed to go.
One fine morning, Erin came in to check on him. It
was then that before his frazzled eyes the HeadsUpDisplay
flickered back into life. Hmmmm. He blinked, thought
carefully, and paid attention to the flickering until it
settled down. Erin had been yapping to him and he missed
what she had said.
Erin Walton, she was 14, tall for her age, long
reddish brown hair, freckles, very slender but beheld a
sort of odd allure to her. She wore a dress that was an
inch or so ABOVE the knee, an old paisley style of dress
further putting August to believe he was not too much
further along in the time line that he had been, possibly
the early-early 1900s.
She politely held her pose, noting August seemed to
be in distress. She smiled sweetly and August Mind-linked
to her, "Anyone else home?"
The girl was "zapped" along with his question.
The boys were helping their "daddy", grandpa had
gone off to visit a friend, "momma" and grandma had gone
to the store down the road. That left Erin to watch over
August. August smiled at that. (here we go again!)
"Come to me." August Minded to her. The girl didn't
hesitate, she moved to the side of the bed, polite with
her hands to her side. She was cute, pretty, a tad bit
prettier than her older sister. August had yet to sort
out who was who in the large family--but that would come.
And speaking of come.
"Pull your dress up." he Minded to her. He was most
relieved when Erin did so without shilly-shallying about
it. Nice white brief panties. A nice bulging muffin,
creamy skin, the works.
"With one hand, hold the dress up high," he
continued to mind to her, "with the other, slid your
panties to you knees." he determined by the style of her
undies that he was at least not BEFORE the Turn of the
Century.
His cock soared, a nice-nice muffin was there, his
fingers still tingled and felt a little numb but he ran a
finger up the girl's poon, parting the lips and fur and
resolved that she was a virgin. August smiled more.
The whole of her pussy and then her ass he fondled,
then, taking a nice big risk he had her pull the dress
off completely. The bra came off next followed by the
total removal of her panties. He had her turn about and
spread her cheeks. He had complete control over her.
After examining her pooter hole he had her turn
about and crawl onto the bed, straddling him. She did
show a little hesitation, but his mind link control la
Device compelled her and she readily complied with no
more pause.
His hands clamped to her ass, her furry slightly
only trimmed snatch gently engulfed his cock. He was
surprised to discover that she was NOT a virgin. But not
a slut, either. He sank into her and it was glorious,
glorious Centurion!
He made love to her, fast and slow, slow and fast;
his balls smacking hither & tither, his cock nestled
nicely up into the girl, her nipples stout and being
nipped on by August.
He tired for some Q&A but it didn't seem to be
available. He let it go and settled for a nice fuck.
His cock and balls were well satisfied--moments
later. Erin gushed out a hot load of love cream, coating
his balls and pooling 'neath his ass. Her whole body
shivered and August enjoyed it thoroughly.
He couldn't help but wonder who was tagging her, it
wasn't often, her pussy was still very tight. He wondered
if it could be one (or all) of her brothers, could it be
her "daddy", grandpa? He had met most of the family, it
had been the daddy and grandpa and the oldest child of
the family John-boy who had found him. August had blown
the bear's jaw off during his brief melee--the family was
still dinning on bear meat.
Anyways, Erin was a good fuck. Damn good. He would
strive to get the info out of her, somehow. For now,
though, he simply had her get him a wash cloth.
There was joy watching Erin move about naked,
fetching various items for him as well as holding his
dick while he peed into the toilet. His brief walk from
the "guest room" to the bathroom down the hall revealed
to him that he was possibly in the 20s or early 30s.
There was joy, too, in watching Erin suck his dick.
She seemed to know how, he gave her the command and she
complied, dropping to her knees, gripping the funky
schlong waggling before her and then sucking it. She
wasn't an expert but a blow job was a blow job!
After squirting some juices into her mouth, another
load onto her sweet face, he nearly fell--his legs all
wobbly. He heard the sound of a truck, a noisy truck and
panicked. Someone was home. Quickly he scooted back into
the guest room and got into bed, just as quickly he put
Erin into motion to dress herself, there was no time to
get the panties and bra on, Erin's name was being called
by her daddy.
August had just enough time to put her back into her
own mind, clear it of what had happened and feign being
asleep himself. The daddy came up and checked on her and
August then left.
That was Erin, there was Mary Ellen and Elizabeth to
get next, their mamma, too. (no, he wasn't into the aged
grandma.)
The wonder-notion of who was tagging Erin came to
light one late afternoon, some days after August began to
feel well enough to get around--and pee on his own. He
was visited by the family doctor who made house calls.
(August overheard though tending to August's needs was
the Christian thing to do, and he HAD provided for the
family a bounty of meat, the 2$ for the doctor's house
call among other costly things further determined for
August that he was somewhere between the mid 1920s and
30s. There was no mentioning of a "war" so he wasn't in
the era of WWII.)
Two dollars for a house call. The family had money
woes, the conversation carried on between the adults and
August wondered how he could help. Well, there was one
way, there was another, and then.
One day he found that there was silence in the
house, at first it bothered him, frightened him. The HUD
was working, though, he heard birds and could see well
enough. Looking out the upstairs window he saw the family
saw mill and the absence of the family truck. No one
seemed to be home.
Carefully in Stealthmode he snuck out of his room
and heard voices. Training his ear and utilizing
Invisibility mode and slipped up to a room down the hall
and found Erin and brother Jim-bob (James Robert) in a
conversation. August had missed most of it, but there was
something about a dance-social. Erin was clad merely in
her panties and bra, holding up a flowery dress as she
stood before a dresser mirror. Behind her on an iron bed
lay her brother Jim-bob. He was about her age, about a
year or so younger.
He wore no shirt and no shoes and rubbed himself as
he stared at his half nude sister.
"Come on, Erin, please?" he begged. August paid
attention, smiling, wondering if he should intervene.
"We're going to get caught!" she bitched to him.
"No we're not, no one's home."
Erin continued fussing with the dress, her hair and
making excuses, including mentioning "that guy down the
hall." to wit Jim-bob replied, "he's asleep."
"Just a quick one." Jim-bob insisted pleading. He
undone his pants and tugged them down, no underwear. He
flopped his cock out, masturbated and waited.
Erin ignored him. August was amused.
"Come on, Erin, please!?" Jim-bob begged some more.
Erin paid him no mind but continued to fuss with her
self; then, on the sly she tugged down a corner of her
panties, exposing some ass flesh. Jim-bob grinned and
fondled his teen bone moreso.
Erin, though, didn't do more than tug her panties
down just to expose half her ass. She then went on to
fuss with her hair, replace the yellow flowery daisy
dress with a reddish hue dress.
Jim-bob stepped up behind her, shucking his pants
and being butt bare assed naked. His hard cock he angled
down between his sister's ass crack, hands to her hips
further tugging her undies down to fully expose her ass.
His hands moved about to begin a frontal assault. Then he
moved up to her beautiful breasts, his mouth came to her
neck and Erin STILL paid him no mind, but she was smiling
and blushing all the while!
Erin cocked her head, allowing her brother to have a
nosh on her neck. She was blushing, her nipples were
standing out, poking through the cotton fabric of her
bra.
Jim-bob moved his hands up and down her body,
finally coming to rest at her dark strawberry fur patch.
Erin gushed, closed her eyes and tightened up her body.
Jim-bob knew exactly what he was doing. Down to his knees
he went, placing his face between her cheeks and licking
out her crack. Erin leaned forward a bit, opening her
legs, eyes still closed and mouth undulating.
She finally turned about and scooted herself onto
the dresser, working her panties down. Jim-bob helped, he
took the garment and sniffed the crotch then casually
tossed them aside. He feasted his eyes on Erin's poon
pie. Down to it he went, licking, slurping, sucking,
digging his fingers into it before standing and nuzzling
up to her guiding his cock into her.
After only a few pumps Erin mouthed, "All right, all
right." Jim-bob continued pumping, grinning widely. He
was a tall boy himself, sandy brown hair with a tinge of
redness. He beheld a bit of "goofiness" to his looks,
forlorn or something like. Erin gripped his arms and
tensed up, "On the bed, Jim-bob." Erin scolded him. Jim-
bob withdrew from his sister's twat and lay out on her
bed. Erin frigged her quaking quim and then moved to the
bed, removing her bra. She straddled her younger brother,
guiding his cock back into her body.
The two commenced to a wondrous fuck for several
minutes, kissing and humping madly until both succumbed
to an equally wondrous orgasm. Erin drenched Jim-bob's
cock and balls, the boy clung to her ass and plowed
strainingly into her until he had no more to give.
They lay still for several minutes thereafter, Erin
finally mentioning something about having to re-take a
bath. She left Jim-bob, Jim-bob lay on her bed, fondling
his prick. He finally swung his legs over and spotted the
panties on the floor. He scooped them up and wrapped them
about his cock, then snuck a look out into the hallway,
noting Erin had gone into the bathroom and was drawing a
bath.
Quick the lad rummaged through a small dresser
nearby another single person bed. He fished out some
panties, eyed them and then sniffed them, around his cock
they went and then he dashed off to his own room he
shared with his brothers.
August watched as he placed the panties on his bed
then lay on them and humped.
****
Olivia Walton found August Moone choppin' wood early
one morning, the sun's rays were just beginning to pierce
the morning air, all was quiet and still on Walton's
Mountain, named after the first family of Waltons had
settled the area. It was the summer of '37, he was now
just 24 years away from being born!
Everywhere there was Depression, banks had failed,
farms, big business small and large, and people, too. But
up on Waltons Mountain the folks there were so poor--they
didn't know they were in a Depression!
August had been in the house of Walton some eight
days. The doctor had come four times, a $2 bill each
visit, plus all the bandages and dressings and needed
medicines. He had broken heal and badly sprained ankle,
and a severe throat injury. August didn't know the total
bill but felt obligated to try and make up for it.
Ms. Walton stepped out onto the backsteps and was
awed at August's doings, he was pretty (even with just
one operable hand.) She was still miffed, though--he
shouldn't be doin' someone else's chores. And she told
him so as she trotted off to the barn to fetch the milk
and eggs (a job that was usually the oldest boy's
responsibility--John-boy.)
August chopped up a couple of more sticks, noted no
one else seemed to be up. The grandparents, the direct
parents of John Sr., were usually early risers. They
would be up soon, August ceased his chopping and struck
off for other pursuits.
He found Olivia milking the family's one jersey cow.
Quietly he zapped her, Olivia not the cow, and bid her to
come stand by some bales of hay. She complied, he had
full control of her. He figured he didn't have a whole
lot of time so he simply had her take her panties down,
raise her dress and give him a show.
After the "show" he positioned the woman across one
of the bales, parted her cheeks, panties off, and cock
hard. Her asshole was tight, very tight and probably
hadn't been breached--ever! Her pussy, though--well, that
was fukable and then some. So he fucked it. It wasn't
super tight nor super loose. August plowed along for
several minutes until he filled her womanly cunny,
pulling in the other female members of the house he
wouldn't mind having a few minutes with--even and
especially the youngest, Elizabeth. She was ten and very
cute--flaming red hair, freckles, flat straight body--
extremely na‹ve.
After shagging Olivia to his fill, he put her back
in order, returned her to the stool at the cow then
returned himself to his wood choppin'. John-boy came out
just as he swung down the ax. He could smell coffee
brewing and heard the grandpa talking, being
yapped/bitched at by the grandma. The house was waking
up.
After breakfast August helped John Sr. at the family
business, various other members of the family had their
chores and other things to do and John Sr. was
appreciative of the extra help, despite August's limited
abilities.
Just before noon August accompanied the grandpa, Zeb
Walton, down the lane aways to check on a family that was
new to the area. During the walk August learned of the
general store, Ike Godsey's place, whereas it was the
only general store for miles and miles. Ike and his good
staunch wife Corabeth were something of cousins to the
Walton clan.
There, too, were two old spinster ladies, the
Baldwins. A nice lot, a little quirky and the grandpa
said nothing more about them.
There were many homesteads about the mountain, there
was a church and a school and many homes tucked away out
of the way and mostly unseen--and the peoples within,
too!
They came to a house that was in serious need of
repair, and lots of TLC. A young woman lived there with
her grandfather from her husband's side. The husband was
no longer with them and that was all that was known. They
had a young little girl with them--August smiled, he had
seen the little girl before--the grandfather, too!
After some lemonade and a brief chat Grandpa Walton
and the other grandpa struck off to the back to chat and
talk. Zeb conspiring to get the Walton family to help out
the new family. The young woman was nice, not overly
striking, but nice just the same. She was a dark haired
gal, late 20s, a little haggard and worn, stressed out to
the max.
August casually wondered if she knew the shenanigans
about her daughter and her grandfather? August thought
probably not.
"Take yer panties off." August Minded to the little
girl, this after successfully zapping both she and the
mother. Both Subjects complied although August was only
aiming for the little girl, Jessica. Jessica wore a nice
shortie dress, this made it easier for her to straddle
August lap. Easily August worked out his cock from his
pants and stuffed it up Jessica's wondrous snatch. It was
a tight fit but she sure as shootin' wasn't a virgin!
August fired off a quickie, clutching at the child's
ass, kissing her and empty a healthy wad of man juice.
Thereafter he prompted the mother, Marie, to come
"service" him while Jessica lay on the hardwood floor,
legs open fingering herself.
Marie wasn't a genuine cocksucker, but she did her
best. August instructed her, taught her the fine
pleasures of full cock pleasure, then had her sit on her
one piece of furniture, the couch. Shoulder back against
it, legs out, August plowed her pussy until he could plow
no more.
Hearing conversations drawing closer he finished his
debauchery with the mother & daughter, replaced as they
last remembered and cleaned himself up.
At Ike Godsey's Mr. Ike the proprietor was a nice
man, smiled a lot and was downhomey. His wife, however--
was something else--a suspicious person, regal and
straightforward and not overly friendly. August
determined that what she needed was a good ole fashion
gangbang!
A free soda pop Ike gave to August and Zeb, they
were family and Ike had the paws of the bear August had
killed. Corabeth gave a disapproving eye about the "gift"
of soda pop, but let it go. August took a few swigs,
grape NiHi. Taking a look around the country store August
liked it, a pool table back in the back, shelves of this
and that, that and this. Pre-war era, he liked it--sure
the times were a little tough but there was more to it
than that.
He could say the same about the 50s, he liked that
era, too--the Korean War was at hand and soon the Vietnam
war would strike. Any war was a traumatic one, but on the
home front the peoples, the personification of the "way
of life" still went on.
It was then that little Amy came to interrupt his
thoughts. She was ten and not biologically connected to
Ike and Corabeth. Corabeth had something a-matter with
her "female plumbing" so explained Zeb as they returned
home. "Amy" was adopted therefore. She was all kinds of
cute. All kinds. Blond hair, curls, and best friends with
Elizabeth.
She smiled sweetly at August and though he had
enjoyed some righteous debauchery this day--his cock
surged to life straightaway. He deeply imagined the girl
astride his face, his lap--on her hands and knees and
that sweet lily white ass rubbing against his thighs!
He thought the same about Elizabeth, Erin, and yet
to be alone with Mary Ellen!
There was still plenty of daylight left in the day,
the grandpa took a breather, the "girls" were some
where's else, as were the boys. August helped John Sr. at
the mill, when enough lumber had been cut they stacked it
into the one truck and cinched it down for the ride down
the mountain. August stayed behind and soon slipped off
to see where everyone was at.
He didn't find the girls, but he found the boys,
down by Drucilla's Pond. The pond was back aways, tucked
away out of sight--for good reason, the lads liked to
skinny dip. And they were doing just that--plus a little
more.
On the bank nestled under the shade of a great tree
the oldest took his comeuppance--or something close. In
his mouth was brother Ben's schlong, up his ass was
brother Jason's cock. Jerking off nearby was youngest
brother Jim-bob.
August was most pleased--he didn't even have to DO
anything!!
Ben, about 15 or so, began to cum in oldest
sibling's mouth, he made some orgasmic pleasing sounds,
held his hands to his ass and jerked furiously into John-
boy's mouth. John-boy sucked hard and stronger, gripping
his brother's balls and devouring him while brother Jason
plowed happily behind.
Brother Jim-bob placed his face down to Ben's ass,
licking the brother's crack and stepping up--just as the
boy came and filled John Jr.'s mouth, brother Jim-bob
thrust his own organ up into Ben's backdoor.
It was Jason's turn, or John's turn--depending how
you look at it. Jason assumed the "doggie-style" position
and faced himself out into the pond, his hands in the
water while brother John-boy got him from behind. John-
boy put himself into his brother's corn hole, "reached
around" and fondled his cock. Brother Jim-bob pumped hard
into Ben until he finally unloaded his spunk.
The boys all took a dip in the pond thereafter,
August slinked away, still searching for the girls.
****
Down the road a-piece he came upon the town of
Waltons Mountain, it wasn't much, honestly. But it was
all that there was for the mountain folk. Several homes
were about, not much more than just the school. School
wasn't in session, 'cept for those students who didn't
pass on to the next grade level and those who needed a
little "extra" help.
August made a nuisance of himself, general just more
spying.
He didn't have a lot of time to dawdle as Olivia and
grandma mentioned something about a scrumptious meatloaf
dinner with trimmings and an apple pie for desert. August
was amused, as poor as the family was they still managed
to put out a nice spread, meager as they were it was
enough.
August vowed to see what he could do, he knew that
he could do something to help the family thru the trying
times but he didn't want to go overboard about it.
Anyways--his Narly Senses alerted him once more to
some "narly" business going on. As there were several
homes scattered about, narrowing it down was going to be
tough. "Fuck it." he told himself, "Try 'em all!" why
not!?
The first house was unoccupied, so was the second. A
pair of old farts were in the third. A woman and her very
young daughter were asleep together on the living room
couch.
He found two boys about 12ish smoking cigarettes
behind a house. Two boys out behind the next house over
happily wanked off, yanking on each other's schlong bones
at that! They were stark naked and very tan, handsome
devils.
August moved on, the day was waning and he wasn't
about to pass up meatloaf downhome mountain style.
Eventually the Narly Senses directed him to a house
down the lane nestled into the woods "a fur piece". Here
he found some kiddies, alone. The youngest about 4ish, a
wee lass. There were two boys--up to extreme narly
business--up to extreme narly business with another
little girl no more than 8 years or so--the boys
themselves were 12ish.
All were naked.
The eight year old was happily sucking on the cock
of her brother as he sat sprawled out on the living room
sofa. She was on the sofa, too, on her knees sucking away
while behind her the other boy had his face right into
the girl's butt, licking her pussy AND asshole, smacking
her ass with one hand while jacking himself off with the
other.
Just when the boy being sucked began to cum, the boy
sucking ass wind sat up and pushed his aching prong into
the girl's body, August peeked to see what hole was being
filled--the girl's pussy. The boy humped furiously,
clutching the girl's ass and sinking his bald schlong all
the way, his balls slapping just as furiously.
The young lad who was being sucked expended his load
into his sister's mouth, rubbed his schlong all over her
face and massaged his organ while watching in glee the
sex act done to her. His spunk glistening in gobs on her
pretty little face, she licked the most of it off that
she could get with her tongue. The boy jerking his pud
reached underneath and began fingering her pussy as well
as clutching at his twin's ball sac.
That boy finally orgasmed, smacked his sister's ass,
pulled out and watched his goo ooze out of her pussy.
"Lick it." August commanded him.
The boy didn't hesitate, he went right down and
began lapping up his spent juices.
The other boy went to his little sister. She was
laid out on the bare floor and closely examined. August
noted that she was NOT a virgin, August had to wonder if
the parent(s) knew, surely it would be noted. The boy
positioned himself between the four year old's legs and
inserted his young cock.
The eight year old girl sat down, legs up fingering
her pussy. August took his turn, licking her pussy and
asshole before saddling up and slipping his schlong into
her for a nice fuck.
While he humped the boys sandwiched fucked their
youngest sibling.
August got his nut, the girl's pussy was still nice
and tight regardless of her brothers' fucking it. Her
asshole he gouged out a bit, licked/lapped her cunny then
got up on the sofa, straddling the young girl's body he
pumped away into her mouth.
The girl choked, gagged, but sucked/swallowed
August's cock just the same, he let his juices drizzle
onto her chest and he felt very-very relieved.
The boys had done their stuff to the youngest one.
Now it was August's, turn. August set the boys to 69ing--
sucking one another. They were a little appalled and
apparently had never slurped one another. August taught
them well while he buggered and fucked the youngest
sibling. When his load exploded in her young-young pussy
he was done. He still felt that he had stamina to go on,
but it would have to be without his cock.
He dressed and stumbled his way back to the Walton
home.
Timing is Everything
Chapter 23: Frolicking Finale
On their own.
Bustling city of Charlottesville was the object of John-
boy and Ben's obsession, both on business but snuck in a
little "pleasure" before heading home. They were unawares
of August Moone riding in the back of the truck with
them. Why he had accompanied them at the last minute he
didn't know, but his Narly Senses had been alerted and it
seemed like a good idea at the time.
While the boys tended to some business of their own
August visited once more a couple of banks. While there
he took pleasures upon a young bank teller, sashaying her
into the vault and spreading her down upon the cash
table. There it was a simple matter of rising her dress
up, lowering her panties, and helping himself to some
poon pie.
When done with his "withdrawl" he scampered out to meet
the Walton boys. They had completed their business and
found a couple of extra dollars in their pockets. They
didn't know how but were glad; they mosied across the
street from where they had parked the family truck and
entered into an ice cream shoppe.
During such time the boys set their eyes on a very-very
pretty little girl.
She was merely about 8 or 9 years young, but very pretty.
A pleasing dress with lace and ruffles, blond with
serious curls, flat chested. Her dress was a blue and
white checkered, smooth creamy skin, dazzling eyes of sky
blue, perfect white teeth and a delicious smile.
Both Walton boys had strong emotions about her.
The girl was in the company of several adults, busy body
fussy old ladies, one of which was assumed to be her
mother. She came from a good home, an excellent home, a
well-to-do type environment. The boys noshed on their
banana split and strawberry malts watching the girl, and
when she left the shoppe unescorted--the boys left their
half consumed desserts! The lads had merely glanced at
one another, unawares that an unseen entity was at work,
motivating the young girl to leave the security of her
mother. Quickly the boys lapped up one last little morsel
of their dessert and left the shoppe, eyes and cocks
fastened onto the young girl crossing the street.
Across the street there was a park. The young Subject
paused and seemed lost for a moment, then entered into
the park before stopping. The boys came to their truck
that was parked at the curb by the park across from the
ice creamery.
Suddenly, the little came back to the sidewalk. She was
sooooooo pretty, John-boy thought for sure that he was
going to cum off in his beige pants right then and there.
Then, in his mind came the notion, to ASK the little girl
if she was alright, was she lost?
The little wonder didn't answer, just stared, smiled, and
looked very pleasing. John-boy took her hand and she was
all right with that, Ben looked about nervously but saw
no one in a frantic search for the child. With no trouble
at all John-boy was able to scoot the hapless child into
the truck.
Seconds later they were off.
Ben held the little one on his lap, amused was he at how
easy it seemed to be to "cop a feel" off of her. John-by
was bemused, as well.
"Maybe she's retarded." Ben said.
"Naw, she's too pretty for that." John-boy retorted. They
went as far as the first turn going up Waltons Mountain,
here there was a turn-off. The turn-off emptied out to a
nice secluded clearing, it was one of the last places to
turn out and cool off the brakes when the truck was
loaded with lumber from the Walton mill.
John-boy brought the truck into the area and Ben carried
the child out to the grass. A car coming down the
mountain cruised by but didn't notice the truck. John-boy
pulled some shrubs and bushes about to further conceal
the truck--neither lad could hold off and couldn't
believe what they had done anyways.
August smiled, and continued his narly efforts.
Which was to bring the child to a standing position in
the shade of the clearing. John-boy laid out a blanket
from the truck on the ground and Ben raised her dress.
Most of the things the boys did were on their own
volition, helped along by words/urgings/promptings of
encouragement from the unseen entity tagging along with
them. Ben raised the girl's pretty dress as far as her
tummy eyeing her pretty plain white panties. His hand
came to her butt and fondle-fondle-fondle. John-boy sat
up on his knees and took his pants and underwear down,
cock in hand he masturbated then was PROMPTED to take the
little girl's hand to his schlong.
Slowly Ben eased the girl's panties down, now no longer
wondering how this was happening so easily. He smiled,
beamed, licked his lips hungrily as the girl's panties
came down her legs to her ankles. He fondled her now
naked ass more, squeezing the cheeks and fingering the
crack. Then, like brother John-boy he sat up on his knees
and lowered his clothes.
Together the boys pulled the blue & white checkered
simple dress off the child and she was nude. Pre-cum
already glistened on John-boy knob, Ben pressed his up
against the girl's ass cheek, took her hand (on his own)
and had her cup/squeeze his balls. John-boy began
dragging a finger up and down her slit, she was a virgin.
Was.
John-boy stood and pressed his schlong against "Kathy's"
pretty-pretty face, against her lips and then pushing
himself into her mouth. Ben nestled behind her and began
a steady task of licking her ass, ass crack and hole.
John-boy soon ejaculated into the girl's mouth, his legs
began so weak and wobbly he nearly fell. His cock jutted
all it could then he rubbed the flaccid member all over
Kathy's lovely angelic face, still squirting a little
goo.
He then sat down crossing his legs Indian style, still
feasting his eyes on the child, watching his spunk
glisten on her face and drip off. Ben bent the child over
and seriously got after tonguing the trinity.
A truck lugging up the steep incline of the mountain road
stopped the boys, frightening them. They hunkered down
and peered through the bushes, it was only a delivery
truck to service/stock Ike Godsey's store. The boys
watched until it was out of sight then continued with
their antics.
Ben's eyes rolled in his head, he bit his lip and his
body acted without his knowledge--he was no longer in
control at the pivotal moment of orgasm. His cock was
buried to the hilt in Kathy's quim, he shuddered and came
in quarts as his cock power fucked UP into the child's
cunt. John-boy sitting nearby rubbed the girl's ass,
smacked it and watched his brother's cock pump away into
the broken cunny. Ben was virtually worthless after his
cock finally "died off". He gave one more jut-strain and
lay out with arms open wide. It was now John-boy's turn.
The girl had been placed on Ben's nude body, Ben's cock
poking and prodding until finally plunging inward and
breaking the child's hymen. John-boy had sat by massaging
his organ, smacking and lusting and watching the sex act
in progress. He now simply nestled up behind, raised the
girl's hips up and began poking away at her still
virginal backdoor.
There were no thoughts in either lads' minds, none of
their sisters, mother, Corabeth, Ms. Hunter, no one. They
only desired to fuck the snot out of the little girl from
Charlottesville.
And so they did.
After John-boy filled Kathy's backdoor, he took a rest.
Ben had sufficiently rested enough and took to tonguing
her fresh pussy--albeit a little funky and just recently
"broken in."
The boys eventually took to sandwiching fucking the
little girl before finishing. August took his turn then
while the boys rested. Thereafter the boys returned to
Charlottesville to drop the girl off, but not in the same
place and not in the same condition.
John-boy and Ben were not, however, the only ones
"acting" on their own. There, too, was narly business
going on at Godsey's General store.
John-boy and Ben passed the delivery truck on their way
back up to home. It was getting late and the boys were
thinking up some story to lay on their daddy for their
being so late. "Flat tire, engine trouble, etc." and to
further smooth things over, John-boy decided to fill the
truck's tank with the remaining money he had somehow
overlooked.
All was quiet at Godsey's, when the noisy truck finally
stopped and shut off at the single old style pump, August
got a quick flash of Narly Senses. Quickly he "rested"
the boys, letting them sit it out on the covered porch of
the general store. August noted the posted sign in the
door window, BE RIGHT BACK and the blinds drawn.
August hastily made tracks around to the back end of the
building, entered into super stealth mode and spied in on
the narly goings on inside.
On the living room floral sofa was Corabeth Godsey, butt
bare assed naked, moaning and groaning, tweaking her own
nipples and in a varied state of orgasmic pleasures.
Between her open legs sucking on her pussy was none other
than her adopted ten year old daughter Amy!
AND behind Amy was her adopted father Ike! Ike had his
hands on the little girl's ass and his cock plowed
effortlessly into the child's ass. August was shocked.
Very shocked, stunned. And he had nothing to do with it!
Well, not totally. He had merely been the instigator,
freeing their inhibitions to act on their own unnatural
desires.
Ike finally unloaded into Amy's sweet ass, strained as
much as he could to get every bit of joy from the immoral
act, smacked her ass with his cock and hands and then
moved up onto the sofa. Here the frantic Corabeth took
Mr. Godsey's balls and fondled them before taking his
cock and sucking on it.
Amy looked up from licking on her adopted mother's pussy,
grinned and then returned to her pleasing work.
One more.
A couple of days after the Godsey show, August found
himself ansy, fidgety. He didn't know why but it unnerved
him. Almost three months he had been with the Waltons. It
had been the longest time he had spent in any one Time
Period. Was it time to move on? How? He didn't know, he
didn't know how exactly he progressed from one period to
the next. Thinking back he faintly recalled some
incidences--a calamity of some sort seemed to be the
commonality.
To ease his being ansy he took a walk, out into the
woods, no particular direction or anything of the like.
He found the grandpa getting a hummer from Elizabeth and
Amy. The girls were naked, their clothes scattered about
with their panties being held to the nose of the old man.
Elizabeth sucked tenaciously away on her grandpa's cock
while Amy licked Elizabeth's ass crack, her own ass being
fondled by the grandpa.
That was nice, as a diversion from his ansyness he pegged
Amy in the ass and Elizabeth's pussy. Then he moseyed on.
He found another Walton not far away, not far from some
remote mountain homes. She wasn't alone. In her company
there was a wee little lad, both were naked. The boy
August didn't know and had never seen, but on her own
Mary Ellen was molesting the boy and how!
The boy was suckling Mary Ellen's breasts and humping
her, the boy was nigh but five years young. His little
willie wasn't much but it was stiff. Mary Ellen handled
it, tugging on it, cupping his bald balls,
rubbing/caressing his smooth naked ass. Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!
Mary Ellen's nipples were hard. She was lusting and in a
serious state of arousal. August was bemused, all on her
own she was. She soon positioned the boy between her
legs, laying back on her clothes and guided the boy's
young erection to her fevered twat.
August squatted down in the nearby bushes knowing that
wee little kids could well enough detect him. Mary Ellen
gripped the lad's ass and guided him into Fuck Mode, his
cock wasn't much and August couldn't see how she could
glean any sexual pleasure from the deed--but she did.
After just a few moments of having the boy hump her she
pulled him up her body and began sucking on his little
wee-wee. And that's what the boy did, wee-weed. But
naughty Mary Ellen Walton didn't seem to mind, the boy
sprayed her mouth and face with his boyish piss and Mary
Ellen orgasmed.
A few miles out into the woods, down a steep gully and
into a quaint green meadow August saw a shimmer of light.
It was green and in the center was a bright light. He
knew. He knew what it was and meant. He thought
carefully, he had done all that he could do for the
Waltons, Ike and Corabeth, it WAS time to move on.
Days of Happiness and Debauchery
He begun to understand the Transition World, slightly.
Possibly. It still made little sense, there was really no
rhyme or reasoning; and how it all came about to be he
had little idea about that, too. The Device, all
questions (and some answers) were as a direct result of
the Device.
Charlie had been right, of course, the Choices; future
choices for the Path he chose NOT to take. Bummer. In
some respects he wished he would have listened to the old
desert codger. But then, like he had noted before, his
life would have been probably a little drab, boring, non-
existent.
He didn't want to venture to that area in concerns of
Paying for all his debauchery when the time came, he
wasn't a very religious man to begin with, but he guessed
that he DID believe in some sort of a Supreme Being, and
that Being wasn't probably going to be so approving of
all the narly twisted shenanigans he had been involved
with--on his own, prompted by his evil sexual desires and
backed up with the marvelous Device. But then, if the
Supreme Being was all so powerful and such, why didn't He
do something to prevent August from doing those evil
sexual desires? August guessed that he supposed that it
was due to the Fall of Man theory; from the days of Adam
& Eve, mankind was on his own, if he screwed up, so be
it--he would have to at a later time deal with it, answer
for his crimes, debauchery--good-bad-indifferent.
There was no rationalizing it, it was as is was so. There
was no explaining or making excuses. But he DID know that
without the Device he would have rarely tempted Fate by
absconding with young kids and doing the naughty with
them. Rarely. He fondly recalled Melody, from the Dude
Ranch of the Bar-None way back when, without the Device
he wouldn't have been able to snag her, place her in his
'51 Ford Panel and whisk her away out into the desert and
do those things to her he so enjoyed.
Without the Device August wouldn't have had the chance to
be the Hero of Walnut Grove, Deadwood Gulch/Prairieville.
Without the Device he wouldn't have had incredible
experiences, adventures! Without the Device he wouldn't
have gotten the chance to spy on Olivia Walton and cousin
Corabeth making out in the woods by the Walton home!
Yeah, on their own, too. August was just there to spy,
following the two as they made eyes to one another and
acting a little goofy, suspicious. As soon as the Walton
house emptied the two woman amscrayed. August followed
stealthfully. He was mildly surprised, and elated, to see
the two undressing and quickly setting about kissing and
groping one another.
They rolled and twisted and wound up in an impromptu
69er.
August was most pleased, he had nothing to do with it.
Well, very little to do with it, he had merely freed them
up, broke down the wall that contained their morals.
Happily the two women; wives, mothers, frolicked on the
forest floor, happily noshing on one another's pussy,
spanking one another and being very happy.
Without the Device August wouldn't have been able to spy
on Ben; Ben who had taken Bitsy out to the old Woolums
homestead, high up on the mountain--so her screaming
would only bother the squirrels and birds.
Screaming?
Ben had had it with Bitsy, she was an air head, talked
too fast and talked too much. She was pretty, very
pretty. She was fuckable and ohhhhh so pretty, but she
talked--and talked--and talked. And talked FAST, too. And
Bitsy had another problem--she was pushy. She was, also,
a player; she had as many as four boys standing in line--
told you she was cute. To each boy she tugged at his
heart strings, getting (usually) what she wanted, and if
she didn't she'd pout and go on to some other mountain
boy who would.
Ben had had enough. He liked Bitsy, really. And not just
for the Main Reasoning, but that was a part of it (the
sexual reason.) She was cute, fun to be around,
enlightened his heart, etc.
But her playing Head Games was too much.
Up at the Woolums abandoned homestead he took Bitsy on a
ruse, a picnic. Bitsy WAS enamored with Ben, he was tall,
musically inclined, had pleasing enough looks, and
possibly destined to be the one most likely to get off of
the mountain and BE somebody. Bitsy wanted to be the WIFE
of that Somebody.
But before any of that could happen Bitsy was taken
rather rudely to a small log nearby the old collapsing
home abandoned shortly after the First World War. Bitsy
was not overly pleased and in a bit of fear. "Ben Walton
you let go of me!" she insisted. She could insist all she
wanted, no one knew where she had gotten off to, no one
had seen her go with Ben.uh-oh.
Ben gave the frightened girl a talking to, one of those,
"You need a good talking to" talking to's.
"Bitsy, you're a nice girl," he began--still holding her
tightly by the elbow, "and I like you. But you're playing
me for a fool and I don't like it." he was as
straightforward as he could be. Bitsy was aghast and
didn't know what he was talking about.
"You're playing head games with me, JW, David Bartly,
Gary, and Josh--"
"Why, Ben Walton, I do declare, I think you're jealous!"
she tried to derail his banter.
Didn't work. "Jealous, huh?" he scorched her, "You
telling' me that you haven't been going out with those
other fellas?"
"I'm a grown girl, Ben, and I can do as I please! Now let
go of me!"
Ben wasn't about to. He held her all the firmer, anger
rising in his skin. "You haven't been very nice, Bitsy,
and I think you need something to straighten you out."
and while she vehemently protested, Ben Walton yanked her
across the log. She was furious. But not in a position to
do much. When she began to wildly thrash about, August
intervened to make the situation more to his liking--as
well as to Ben's. She still could carry on, but not
thrash so wildly out of control so as Ben couldn't
continue with his "straightening her out!"
His hand came to her dainty uppity little firm ass, she
was all of 16 years young and couldn't remember the last
time she had been walloped. So shocked was she that she
couldn't utter a word, and August helped, too.
Ben walloped her butt but good, then--on his own, RAISED
Bitsy's dress and underskirt and walloped her some more
on her dainty pink panties. August was liking this. Bitsy
wasn't. She thrashed about wildly, but still under
control, she still couldn't utter any words and therefore
was finally "straightening" out.
The pink panties concealing Bitsy's dainty lily white ass
were tugged down and the walloping continued. Bitsy
furiously tried to wriggle, but it did her no good, Ben
placed as much weight on her as possible without truly
crushing her and continued spanking her ass until it was
tomato red.
Bitsy was crying, now.
"I'm sorry." she wailed.
"Too late for that shit!" Ben barked. Then, NOT on his
own, Ben hauled out his cock. It WAS hard, though--on his
own. Ben grabbed the four-timing girl and yanked her to
her knees, his cock pressed against her pretty-pretty
face, poking her nose, ears, eyes and finally stuffing
into her mouth.
Bitsy thrashed about madly but the cock filled her mouth.
Ben grabbed her head with both hands and slammed her up
and down his shaft. Her hot breath, her wild actions, her
teeth, all sent his balls and sensitive cock into
orgasmic fits. August was liking this, a lot.
Ben finally exploded off into Bitsy's mouth. She slurped,
gagged, choked, retched, and made horrible displeasing
faces as the splooge filled her gullet and splashed onto
her face. Ben rubbed his organ all over her face, shoved
it back into her mouth and made her re-suck him until his
cock was re-stiffened.
"Take off your clothes." Ben said. Bitsy wasn't about to.
She stammered and held her fists to her sides, still
gagging and retching on the spunk and cock taste in her
mouth. "Take off your clothes." August Mind-linked to
her. Bitsy blinked her eyes, took a breath and then began
removing her dress. Ben stood watching her, a little
shocked at her compliance. He peeled out of his clothes,
too. Bitsy for the first time feasted her eyes on his
nudity--she was appalled, shocked, concerned, a little
horrified--but, too, a little giddy.
Once naked she was prompted by both Ben & August to lay
down.
She did. She automatically brought her legs up/knees up
and spread 'em. Her pussy was furry, dainty, unfucked.
'Do you masturbate?' asked August. There was no reply.
'uhm, do you "finger" your self?'
'Yes.' the word "masturbate" was not a part of her
vocabulary.
August put her into "fingering" mode, tantalizing the
nude Ben.
Ben (on his own) went down on the girl, munching her out,
diddling her clean brown-eye, and noshing-noshing-
noshing. He loved cunnilingus, though he, too, didn't
know what THAT word meant. His tongue danced effortlessly
on the labia, the mons, and nipping the burgeoning clit.
Up and down the gash, into the folds of the entrance,
sending young Bitsy into a frantic mode of ecstasy.
By now Ben's cock was ready. It was stiff, hanging down
between his legs, balls all cinched up, pre-cum dripping
from his knob. On his own Ben slid up between Bitsy legs
and lay on her, firstly sucking on her lovely young
titties, nipping the nipples and just having his cock lay
on the entrance to the girl's love tunnel.
August enjoyed feasting his eyes on Ben's nude ass, the
sun basting him, his mouth engulfing Bitsy's breasts. The
mountain boy finally eased in his cock to Bitsy's virgin
poon, Ben pressed his mouth to Bitsy and the deflowering
of the head game player commenced.
Ah, Ben! After successfully humping the deranged young
mountain girl senseless, Ben sucked on her cum laden
cunny for several minutes--while August Moone humped
tenaciously away at the mountain boy's ass! Thereafter
August plopped his funky cock into Bitsy's mouth having
her suck him and fondle his balls. Ben munched away on
Bitsy until making her cum.
Ben was still somewhat infuriated with Bitsy, pissed off
and still wanted to punish her. After his cock had
settled down and was "ready" again, Bitsy now "assumed
the position" (on all fours) and Ben Walton entered into
her backdoor, humping madly, spanking her and giving her
such a ride! When filling her corn hole with his personal
love juices he sat back, his cock was in dire agony, his
eyes fluttered, his balls were singing a different tune,
his cock in his hands was no longer in a sexual mode.
He whizzed on Bitsy's ass, showering her crack and cunny
until he was empty. Then lay down in the sun. Bitsy now
on her own was miffed at Ben, but chilled out. She didn't
like being spanked--not too much. (August had a hand at
"chilling" the girl down some.
She was prompted (and followed thru) with copping a squat
onto Ben's face. She wriggled there a moment and after a
bottle of pop she whizzed on Ben's face!
****
These images filled August as he roamed about the
Transition World, he wondered where it would lead him
next?
Timing is Everything
Chapter 24: Happy Daze
A deep bassy voice sang "You load 16 tons, and whattya
get? Another day older and deeper in debt." that was a
clue. A host of prime condition mid model '55 Chevy's was
another. The extremely well crafted architectural designs
on the buildings, some slang he overheard--daddy-o, cool
man, cool! Among others--that was another clue.
Some kids in odd style clothing danced crazily with hula-
hoops about them; girls in pony tails, jeans rolled up
their ankles, fresh faces, more '55 Chevys. More clues.
Some boys wearing coonskin caps and running amok with pop
guns.
Some girls wearing apparently the most popular brand of
typical footwear, saddleshoes! August hadn't seen such
since--well, he had NEVER seen the shoes so popular.
Well, not since..
More clues.
Bigger clues to his new where'bouts came with some teen
lads strolling nonchalantly slinking along sportin'
ducktail hairdos. School letterman jackets but they
clearly weren't true jocks. Chomping gum and eyeing some
pretty teen girls in poodle skirts and other forms of
dress style of the time period (guessed yet?).
His biggest clues came with the prices posted on the
window of a corner grocery store; flour at 55 cents,
sliced bread going for 18 cents, a pound of bacon 70
cents!
There were not a car on the small town street older than
1955, it was like--like--freaky, man, real freaky--
SquaresVille!
August also noted that in the window pane of the corner
grocery store--he had no reflection. This wasn't good.
The HeadsUpDisplay was on, either; but he could "feel"
himself, and himself was naked. That wasn't good, either-
-what if he should suddenly "appear?" that would be bad,
very bad. No one, though, seemed to notice him, that was
a plus. He could feel the walls, but somehow couldn't
seem to feel the sidewalk. Nor the blazing sun, barely
could he feel the air stirred up by the summer's breeze
and a quickly moving peoples. Something up, something was
different. (Well, at least there weren't any damn bears
or naked purple Indians!)
For awhile he just wandered the streets aimlessly, was
there a purpose to his being in this particular time
period--1955? He was now just six years away from being
born. Was that significant? More questions--no answers.
He did take in to admire the cars. Chevys mostly with a
few Fords and other lame makes and models. Old
Studebakers and DeSotos were about, too, it was still
early that the late model 40s cars were still popular.
The prices, the styles of dress, the mannerisms of the
people, inasmuch as he had enjoyed his time in the Old
West and then in the Depression Era, the time of the mid
1950s had its charm, too. The quintessential Americana
period of time, Uncle Milty on tv, in between "wars", a
good president who was popular and well liked, Howdy
Dooty, and a reverence for what was right and wrong.
August had thought that, too, back in the Depression era,
that the sexual frivolity and outlandish debauchery were
nill to non-existent. Very little was he responsible for
the shenanigans that occurred there, he had merely been
the catalyst for unleashing--er, breaking down the
barrier wall that kept those morals in tact and buried.
He would have never suspected in his wildest dreams (or
fantasies) that Olivia Walton would have a sexual tryst
with cousin Corabeth!
Be that as it may--the fifties were different.
Weren't they? He could recall no such bizarre or
outlandish sexual fromps occurring during that period--
the sexual revolution didn't occur until the mid 60s! But
still, girls were cute at any age and at any time period.
Mans downfall was constant, no one was immune to a pretty
girl with dazzling eyes and creamy skin.
At a main street crossing August had a choice--to cross
and enter into a residential neighborhood or go into the
semi-business area where there seemed to be a popular
hangout for teens; a local drive-in called "Arnolds." On
a whim--gotta love those whims, August trudged to the
popular hangout. He noted that he didn't actually
"tudge", he more like "floated" along. This was new. Was
he "evolving?" Into what? He didn't know if he liked it
or not, so far he could still "feel" things, the walls,
sign post, corner mailbox. But not the weather, he didn't
feel "hungry", either, and that bothered him. If he was
evolving into something other than human he'd rather not,
he longed for a nice thick juicy burger, with the works,
a hard lemonade, and some pussy (young) on the side.
In the parking lot surrounding Arnolds there were a dozen
or so hot rods, '32 Fords, '49 Mercs, early 50s makes,
and so on. One motorcycle. August was enthralled, in his
early years (uh--well, never mind) he had once owned such
a vehicle, a vintage Harley.
The one at Arnolds was a Harley, nice chrome, leather,
big block, semi custom. Leaning against it was a greaser-
-er, one of those types sportin' a DA, a duck butt hair
style popular to a "certain" group of peoples in the
fifties. He wasn't alone, leaning against HIM was a girl,
mid teens as was the greaser himself.
The girl was not a-typical of the fifties girls, this one
was--well, a slut. Super short tight pink skirt with an
even tight short pink blouse. They were kissing (and
groping). A small crowd had gathered to watch the goings
on in Broad Daylight.
August perused the outside area, very-very nice; normally
his sights were set on the "younger" fare but this go-
round there were teens that were very striking. The
fifties girls had something!
August presented himself before some girls on the shady
side of the popular hangout, they were yapping amongst
themselves, giggling and blushing and watching the
carrying on of the greaser & the slut. One of the girls
was blushing a deep red, August's acute eyesight (in
whatever form he was in) took to note the teen's perky
nipples.
August fondled himself, realizing that he was naked. He
didn't feel the warm sun, the warm sidewalk, nothing. But
he could feel himself, he could "smell" the girl's
perfume. He stood right up beside her, facing her; she
was WAY pretty. A simple girl, pleasing to admire, good
complexion, presenting herself as all kinds of innocent.
HA!
Her sandy brown hair was back in a single pony, dazzling
green eyes, sweet looking, perfect white teeth, a
delicious smile. Lightly August rubbed his extended
schlong against her hand. The girl was aware, she was
startled and looked about--but nothing more. Hmmmmmm
As per typical of a proper fifties girl, her attire was a
long dress, covering the knees, bobby socks, typical
fifties style shoes, pose, stance, and ex cetera. Some
thoughts roamed about August's mind, nothing concrete--he
wanted to see her naked, or at the very least in her
panties. But he didn't see the HeadsUpDisplay of the
Device Item. Had his evolution into something else new
disrupted the Device?
More questions.
The center of attraction, the greaser and the slut,
mounted the Harley and struck off in a roar--much to the
displeasure of the gathered crowd who wanted to see some
"action" take place. They clapped and jeered just the
same then returned to their mundane drab little worlds.
The girls August was among continued their own banter,
some gushing and desiring to be with "the Fonz." August
didn't know what they were referring to, but.
The grilie group scooted into the restaurant, August
followed--he had nothing else better to do.
Inside there were at least two dozens teens from some
nearby high school, high school colors and banners were
on the walls, along with pictures of Elvis and James
Dean, Brando, and other popular pop icons of the day.
A jukebox playing the latest fifties music blared in a
corner, hamburgers fried in the small kitchen by some
short Oriental dude.
"Boy, that Fonzi, he sure is one lucky guy!" spouted the
same phrase throughout most of the teen crowd. August
determined then that the motorcycle fella had been the
Fonz. There, too, was one reference to the slut, "Boy,
that Shirley is one lucky girl!"
August saw his earlier target, the prissy a-typical good
girl teen from outside, she chit-chatted with her
companions and then made her way to the girl's bathroom.
She went alone--well, not totally!
She firstly fussed with her hair, read the latest dirty
joke, hefted her young small fifteen-sixteen year old
breasts, then entered into a stall for some business.
August didn't know what to do, he couldn't seem to "zap"
her, to put her into "zombie" mode. He could spy on her,
that was cool, but not enough.
Her typical white brief panties came to her knees, she
leaned forward and commenced "business." August heard the
unmistakable sound of peeing in progress, followed by a
raspberry. The shy type girl bit her lip, closed her eyes
and August knew what she was thinking. He just knew.
Especially when she slinked her hand under her clothing
and between her legs. She began moaning and turning a
little shade of red. She had finished peeing, her mouth
opened slightly moving and her hand was "busy."
August was miffed, he peered between the crack in the
door, over the top from the adjoining stall and from
under. At length he slipped under to be in the same
stall, his cock was rock hard and ached, his balls were
scrunched and ready for some action.
Cautiously he inched his cock forward, 'Take it.' he told
her. He thought the words strongly, then barely made a
whisper. The girl continued "fingering" herself, her
nipples seriously becoming erect. August leaned in,
pressing the head of his cock against her cheeks. The
girl did nothing, not until the cock brushed against her
lips.
She suddenly sat back, eyes wide, ceasing fingering, and
looking very startled.
'Shit!' he bitched to himself.
As the girl began using the toilet paper to "cleanse"
herself August bitched to himself louder and stronger. "I
wish you'd suck my dick, bitch!" he burbled angrily.
The girl sat back again, eyes staring, mouth open,
looking about strangely. Uh-oh.
August licked his lips and tried to think clearly.
"Uhm, hello." he said aloud.
The girl didn't respond, she continued to look about with
her pretty dazzling eyes, mulling, chewing thoughtfully
on her lips, panties still at her knees.
"Uhm, er, uhm, hmmmm, what's your name?" August said for
a change of pace.
"Stacey." she said quietly.
Ok--August mulled, he didn't know, not for sure. "Uhm,
hmmmm," he was a might confused, but when was he not?
"Uhm, take your panties to your ankles." he said.
The girl paused and didn't comply--not right away. THEN,
she DID, she eased her basic white no-style white brief
panties down to her ankles and sat back up.
'Works for me!' then, "OPEN your legs."
Lo and Behold she did. She sat forward (upon his
continuing commands) and raised her dress way up to
expose her nudity. August straddled her legs and brought
her hands up to his body, one hand to rub/caress his ass
while the other masturbated him.
"Have you ever given head?"
The girl shook her head and didn't quite understand the
question.
"Blowjob, cock suck, suck a guy's dick!?"
Stacey's eyes bugged out, her face reddened deeply and
she struggled to concentrate and breathe. That would be a
no. the concept was even appalling.
August wasn't understanding his new power, not right off.
He pulled the girl forward and brought his gangly prick
to her luscious lips, pressing forward into her mouth.
Stacey at first resisted, at first, but at August's
insistence and his urgent words, "SUCK ME!" she complied
so-so willingly.
He didn't cum, but close counts. He humped her pretty
mouth, pulled out and humped her equally pretty face,
humped her throat and contemplated checking out her
pussy, a pussy he knew would be virginal; suddenly,
though, the bathroom door opened and two girls entered.
"Stacey, you still in here!?" yapped one of her friends.
"Damn girl, what are you doing in there!?" yapped
another. This only brought about a small uproar of
giggles from the invading friends.
A confounded August stopped his doings and let Stacey be
herself.
The mystified teen took a quick moment to access what had
happened, heard her companions and seemed most
embarrassed. Pulling up her panties she yelped out, "I'm
coming, I'm coming!"
"I bet you are!" giggled out one of her friends.
Stacey blushed even more, wiped her fingers and flushed.
The music played, conversations flowed, burgers were
served. August mosied about the gang, blatantly naked,
jerking off here and there, grabbing some girls' ass,
breasts, pressing his prick against a girl's face, and
making raspberry noises.
He was heard, felt, smelt, but not seen.
He assumed that he HAD had some sort of power over
Stacey. To what degree he wasn't sure. He needed more
testing.
Test Mode
In the bathroom of Arnold's (girls): Angie, Betty,
Christine, and Daphne. Angie and Daphne were the oldest
at sweet seventeen, Betty was ripe at sixteen with
Christine the youngest at a pleasing fifteen. Blond,
blond, sandy blond, strawberry blond. Cute, pretty, damn
cute, real pretty. The girls came in after gushing and
blushing and making eyes at some teen hunks, poo-pooing
some other boys who were underclass dweebs. The subject
was sex, of course! The girls giggled and blushed, oozed
& ahhed and yapped amongst themselves (after checking to
see if they were alone.)
August hovered nearby, contemplating, wondering.
The girls yapped about--"Did you see his BULGE?"
"I wonder how BIG it is?"
"Do you think he's doing anybody?"
"Do you think he works it?"
"They ALL work it!"
August only partly paid attention to their banter, he
concentrated on the task at hand, one of which he had
less of a clue as to it as he had before previously with
his astounding abilities.
Since he was invisible, and he checked in the bathroom
mirrors, the risk was minimal. He had, though, FOUR test
subjects, he would have preferred just one, one at a time
and gradually work his way UP to four, or five.
But anyways, "Okay--" he said aloud, no one paid him any
mind, they fussed with their hair, pushed their breasts
up, applied makeup and perfume, and yapped endlessly
about BOYS.
"Pull your dresses up."
Nothing.
That sucked.
Big time.
'Fuck!'
'Okay, fine,' he said to himself, "You, Angie, get in a
stall."
To his mild surprise--compliance! But he wasn't sure, not
for certain if she was merely complying to his wishes or
acting on her own.
Daphne, Christine, and Betty followed suit, each entering
their own separate stall and assuming the position of
sliding their typical brief undies down and sitting down.
To Angie's stall he came to, mulled, and then, "Open the
door."
To his thankful surprise the girl did so. This was
something, what he wasn't sure. But something. He stood
in the arch of the open stall, masturbating. "Give me
your hand." he spoke. Angie stretched out her hand and
took his cock, cupping his balls and pleasing him the way
he liked.
This hand action was followed by a blowjob.
She wasn't overly opposed. "Who have you sucked?" August
asked, and casually wondered if his words aloud were
being heard by the others?
"Jimmy Swoon." she burbled after popping the cock out of
her mouth.
"Boyfriend?" he surmised.
"Yes." she answered.
"When?"
A brief pause, "Saturday nite at the drive-in."
naturally.
"Do you swallow?" he had to ask.
"Sometimes."
'Sometimes!?' then, "You suck your boyfriend--a LOT!?"
"Yes."
"Do you have sex with him?"
"No."
The lucky boy DID get to fondle and suck her titties and
finger her pussy, but nothing more. A blow job would do
and was enough, so far.
Jimmy Swoon was the first boy she had ever sucked, she
had practiced on bananas, carrots, cucumbers, and string
cheese prior to the first suck, she had been a little
appalled at the "juice" that shot out of Jimmy's cock.
Mildly she was aware that boys masturbated, she was
mostly aware that they farted and had permanent
erections.
Betty gave HER boyfriend hand jobs until he came off onto
her dainty hand. He, too, like Jimmy, sucked titty and
fingered poon. Nothing more, though. They kissed
passionately and Chuck was almost getting her to get
naked with him--Chuck DID get naked in the backseat of
his '53 Chevy.
Christine was a pure virgin, no sucking, fondling, or
fingering of any kind, BUT she was curious and close to
submitting. But wasn't sure. She wanted too, but was
afraid of the many complications. She had brothers, two
older and one younger, she had seen them ALL in various
stages of undress--including total nudity. And in turn
they had seen her a time or two (or three) just as well.
Daphne. Cousin Bart from California had pegged her up the
ass when she was twelve, he had been fourteen. Brother
Ford and his best friend she had sucked off when she was
thirteen, they were fifteen at the time. Both fucked her
asshole and licked her cunny as well as showered with
her, peeing on her while they were within. Her pussy,
though, remained virginal. To each of the Test Subjects
August was sucked. He fondled their titties, fingered
their poons, spanked them, peed on their poons, and to
Daphne and Angie he had them "assume the position"
straddling the toilet, hands against the tiled back wall,
their panties OFF, dresses up over their waists--August
then plowed their backdoors and enjoyed himself
immensely.
Back out into the main room, snagging another burger and
helping himself to a malted he was privy to catch a brief
convo between a very young girl, too young to be hanging
in a teen hangout. She was so-so pretty, she was a pre-
teen, breasts were just beginning, short, curly reddish
brown hair, a sharp nose, very round face, and a very
high pitched girlie voice.
She was in company of two boys August had seen earlier,
one was a dork the other a geek. The Dork sported dark
hair and a blue sweater with a letter for his prowess as
some sort of jock, or a proud upstanding member of the
glee club.
The geek was the epitome: tall with serious red curly
hair, accompanying freckles, high pitched almost girlie
voice when he chortled; he told a slew of off-color and
bad jokes one else thought funny but he.
"Sure, Joanie, I'll take you home." spoke up the Dorkus
Among-us. The girl in distress, Joanie, seemed distressed
and in a hurry. The geek was referred to as "Ralph."
Ralph waved to the two as the left, then went up to the
girls just emerging from the bathroom--Angie, Betty,
Christine, Daphne--they slapped his face one by one as
they made they way by him.
"What'd I do? What'd I do? He sparked rubbing his face,
"All I said was 'how's it going?'"
He wasn't sure if it was his Narly Senses or what, but he
was sparked to followed the two that had just left, the
Dork and the pre-teen. They were outside hopping into a
'51 Chevy in serious need of TLC. August hopped into the
backseat and cruised along.
He listened to fifties music, abused himself, amused
himself in the backseat checking out the scenery whizzing
by him, paying no attention to the convo in the front
seat. There was still this thing about Who he was, er,
who he had evolved into, to what degree did it mean, was
there any recovery or was he doomed to this new
existence? The HeadsUpDisplay he had been used to
previously was now gone, but seemingly replaced by
something new.
He didn't know if he liked it or not, he didn't know the
dangers or any thing of his new powers. Good, bad, or
indifferent, though--he had little choice in the matter.
******
They came into a quaint residential neighborhood. It was
early summer, 1955, somewhere in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
The Dork driving the car was called Potsie, this known as
the car came to a stop in front of a very nice two story
home and the pre-teen freckled face girl hopped out
piping, "Thanks, Potsie!"
Potsie. He had never in his life heard anyone called
Potsie!
He didn't know whether to stay and hang with Potsie, or
be with the girl. He shook his head, what was he
thinking! He jumped out just in time as the Dork Supreme
sped off. Joanie quickly made for her house, nice yard,
trees, detached garage, green trim on white. No cars in
the drive but a couple of oil stains.
The girl made her way around the side between the house
and garage. August paused a moment, a might uncomfortable
being so vulnerable with no way to conceal himself should
something go awry. At the hedges August came to, looked
about and noted the Harley parked nearby. Hmmmm, yes,
indeed--it was the SAME Harley from Arnold's drive-in.
my, what a co-winky-dink, huh!?
Joanie fished out a key from a nearby plant and fumbled
opening the side-kitchen door. August said, "Stop!"
To his surprise she did.
This day she wore something of some sort of uniform, it
was brown, plain, with a green stripe sash. A brownie
scout? She remained still. That was something. He didn't
know what, but it was something. He moved towards her,
mused, masturbated and "touched" the girl--on her butt.
She didn't move. She didn't shriek, scream, pee, or freak
out.
Hmmmm
August looked around, saw no one and so chanced it--
again. He raised her short brown straight dress up to
expose her rear, he smiled; nice white panties with
flowers imprinted on them, one half snuck up the crack of
her butt. August placed his hand on her tush and gave it
a brief squeeze.
"Mmmmm, are you a virgin?" he asked.
"Yes." she replied still staring straight ahead to the
door.
Hmmm, this was something--Q&A. he liked it.
"No." suddenly came from the girl. It caught him off
guard, she also farted.
Carefully he caressed the girl's butt, slipped a hand
inside her panties and cupped nice pert soft cool twelve
year old butt, his prong demanded attention and he took
her hand guiding it onto his schlong.
"No!?" he suddenly remembered.
But before he could get the nifty info, a car pulled up.
August assumed it was Joanie's brother, he was semi tall,
sandy red haired, blue eyes, fresh face, geeky about 40%,
dweeb the remaining. He drove a cherry red '55
Convertible in mint condition. August stepped aside and
spoke "Be yourself" to the hapless girl he had almost
shagged right then and there.
The girl returned to "normal mode" and chit-chatted with
her brother. They opened the door and entered into the
quintessential 1955 Americana suburbia home.
August followed.
The two raided the refrigerator, yapped about school,
their parents, friends, typical stuff. Joanie quickly,
though, disappeared, "Ritchie" scratched his balls and
ripped a nice one in the kitchen, then moved on into the
living where he was heard to rip another.
It didn't bother August, he found no booze in the
refrigerator but some lemonade and fudge. Good combo. He
helped himself and heard another car drive up. Moments
later a tall woman entered, red haired. She was okay, not
a bad looking dish, typical 50s mom, carrying some bags
of groceries.
She made a face as she "walked into the funk" left by son
Ritchie. Ritchie returned to the "scene of the crime" and
helped take some of the bags, they chit-chatted
themselves but it was clear that the mom didn't
appreciate walking into the gas bomb, and Ritchie was
embarrassed about it.
August vacated the kitchen and sought out his primary
subject.
He found her, in her room, in her trainer and panties.
The door was open just a crack, August helped himself,
waltzing in, seeming "zapping" the girl to his whim by
saying, "Don't pay any attention to the door." she
didn't. this was new.
Well, though she was small in stature, skinny, straight,
not an overly pleasing face, not much on the titty
department, or any other department, butt bare assed
naked she was upgraded to Okay. August had her "take off
your panties." she complied. "Lay on your bed." she
complied with that, too. Her room was kind of messy,
typical. Small, a few odds and ends depicting her likes.
After laying out on her bed Auggie got to his knees
before her, opened her legs and began noshing. Her pussy
was furry, a light covering concealing her love entrance.
It reeked of urine and "funk." August was entranced.
So entranced that he missed noting whether or not she was
virginal!
After licking until his tongue wore out he crawled up
onto the girl and laid his prong against her cunny--and
there came a peck to the partially closed secure door--
and Ritchie waltzed in.
"Joanie!" he shrieked. August got off of the naked girl,
Ritchie shot a look out into the hall--then closed the
door.
"What are you doing?"
Joanie didn't know. She was confused. So was August, sort
of. Ritchie rubbed himself, "Are you crazy?" he yipped.
Joanie gulped and sat up a little confused and tried to
capture what had happened, how she had come to be on her
bed. She noted that her pussy was on fire, she fingered
it--with Ritchie her brother right there!
"Mom & Dad are right downstairs!" Ritchie complained.
Joanie said nothing, still confused.
Joanie sat up, most confounded, wrinkled brow--"We've
done it when they've been home!" she chirped. Oh? August
smiled. Ah.
Ritchie said nothing but moved closer to his naked
sister. He cast a check over his shoulder and then worked
the zipper down on his turquoise-like jeans. He fished
out his rock hard cock and Joanie leaned to it, gripped
it, fished out his furry nads and began SUCKING on the
head of his cock!
Ritchie made some yummy pleasing sounds as he was sucked,
ran his hands through her kinky too permed extra curly
hair and eased the length of his normal sized schlong
into her mouth. Joanie didn't object, she latched onto
the pecker and slurped it until brother Ritchie began to
flex his ass muscles. His cock jutted into Joanie's
mouth, his eyes fluttered, he rocked and then began
straining as he shot wad after wad into Joanie's mouth.
His gangly cock emerged from her mouth and humped her
face, Joanie hauled out his balls and sucked on them, his
cock still spurting. Someone was coming up the steps, by
the lumbering sound it was the daddy who had arrived
while August had been noshing Joanie's pussy. Ritchie
freaked and panicked, there was no way out, he dove into
Joanie's walk-in closet, Joanie quickly began pulling up
her panties--just as her middle aged daddy opened the
door and saw his baby partially-mostly nude. He got an
eyeful.
The door shut hard and Joanie remained standing for a few
seconds, Ritchie opened the door and peeked out, "Coast
clear?" he whispered. Joanie was still too stunned to
reply. Ritchie rubbed himself, he hadn't put his schlong
back in where it belonged, it was hard again and
glistening.
Joanie was too freaked out to "do anything" about
Ritchie's condition. Ritchie fumbled his dong reluctantly
back where it belonged, opened the door and peeked out,
then dashed to his own room. Joanie scratched her head,
farted, and put on some other clothes and went to the
bathroom.
****
Spy Games
Seemed like the thing to do, once more August Moone had
found himself residing in a typical Americana home. The
family was the Cunnighams, a nice American family, not
overly dull but not overly exciting, either. August had
already learned that Ritchie 16 and Joanie 12 were
fooling around with one another. August prowled about the
neighborhood to see who else was doing likewise.
He watched Uncle Milty on the black & white no remote
control tv, marveled at the simple furnishings of the
quaint Americana abode, and drooled over the young teen
girl Ritchie had brought home to show off to his parents.
August had a twitch, he was still interested in the house
(er, its occupants) and would make the home his staging
area. His "twitch" took him out of the house, it was
dark, a cool summer's night, peaceful and tranquil and
1955.
He merely crossed the street from the blas‚ Cunninghams
and peeked about the neighboring neighbors. Here he found
goings on going on in the back alley of a two story
house, white with yellow trim--yeeck!
Here in a vitage rebuilt '49 Mercury a teenage girl gave
her teenage beau a hand job while he suckled on her
titties and fondled her between the legs. Her dress was
askew and the girl was making all the motions of one
having had her sex being tantalized. The hard-up hard-on
boy sat back, panting and very close to climaxing. Gently
he put his hand behind the girl's neck; a pretty thing
was she, but appearing all sorts of inncoent-like, a
tight yellow sweater, a typical fifties style dress, with
panties moved down to her knees. Sandy blond hair pulled
back into a long dangling pony tail. She beheld a very
sweet smile, and it was this smile that "Doug" wanted
wrapped about his phallic.
"Sherry" didn't seem to want to. She didn't out loud
protest but resisted being "put into the position" to
suck.
Doug was frustrated, his cock was aching for relief (and
not by hand).
Fine, he tired for a new tactic--maneuvering the girl
down in the backseat, working her panties passed her
knees. Sherry wasn't going for it, she held her dress and
undies in place, still silently protesting "going all the
way."
Poor Doug was frantic and settled for humping her pussy
through her clothes. The girl DID place a hand on his
naked ass, rubbed it, but she was a "good girl" and this
was all happening too fast.
Enter the Moone of August.
He had heard the horny horndog Doug say something under
his breath, "I wish." August mulled, his powers now were
quirky, unknown, unfathomable. He didn't know what they
did or how the did it. He was as mystified about his
doings as anyone else!
He suddenly became aware that he was IN the car. How he
had done so without realizing it he didn't know. He
chalked it up to the quirkiness of his new being. Leaning
against the seat to look into the backseat area he noted
further that he could see very well, despite the fact
that it was virtually pitch black out.
"Sherry," he said in a low voice, "calm down." once more
he worked his mysterious magic (aka Device) that was now
obviously a part of him. It had worked well with Angie,
Betty, Christine, and Daphne at Arnold's, and now it
would work here.
Sherry DID calm down, that was a beginning.
Then, to her hard up horndog boyfriend, "Doug, take her
panties down."
There was no resistance, now--the basic white brief
undies slid effortlessly down her long teenage legs and
dangled off of one ankle. August sighed, this was
working, he didn't understand how exactly, but fuck it,
it was working!
"Doug, take off ALL of your clothes." then, "Sherry, help
Doug get naked."
Sherry didn't hesitate once, nor Doug. She helped strip
her lover down and then he in turn did likewise to her.
Doug was harder than ever, now. He did NOT know the
pleasures of cunnilingus. So August helped him.
It was a glorious sight, Centurion, glorious! Doug
nestled down between Sherry's legs, licking/lapping
happily away at her young tender virginal poon.
"Pull the lips open," August urged, "get your tongue to
flick the "meat" of her pussy" followed by, "slip your
finger into her asshole, wiggle it around, keep licking
her pussy, nip/suck her clit." the whole nine yards of
cunt munching.
It was Sherry's first suck. She was a total virgin, she
didn't even finger herself! (well, that was gonna
change.) Doug was a virgin, too--despite what he bragged
to his friends. His eyes rolled, ass clenched up, Sherry
sucked him into orgasm.
She made several faces, retching and gagging all the way,
but the cock never left her glorious mouth. Doug couldn't
hold it back no longer, he was no longer in control, the
juices flowed out of his cock and gushed into Sherry's
mouth, filling it until the goo oozed out of the corners
of her pretty little mouth.
Thereafter they lay in the backseat arms and legs akimbo,
groping, fingering, kissing, and recovering. It was short
lived, it didn't take long for either of them to return
to "orgasm mode."
Doug had sisters, Sherry had brothers. Naturally as
siblings they had all seen one another in various stages
of undress to total nudity. They had heard one another
fart, had seen "wet" accidents, and so on. But neither
Doug or Sherry had had any sexual relationships or any
other forms of sexual inappropriate behavior with their
siblings--or none to them, either!
That sort of behavior was reserved for their dates.
Sherry was reminded constantly from both her father &
mother about boyfriends. Doug was given the same lecture
from just his father a few times, "be careful and don't
knock the girl up."
There was, however, no time to "wrap that rascal." After
much ado about heavy petting and groping in the backseat
the two horny teens were now ready for the ultimate
orgasm--one stemming from sexual intercourse.
With a little more goading and subtle "help" from August
Moone the Unseen, Sherry gripped and then guided Doug's
stud into her body. She clenched and tightened up her
body as the cock entered her, breaching her in tact
hymen. Doug sunk himself into her and relished it deeply.
August found himself entranced by their actions, they
fucked slow and then sped up to fuck fast. August found
himself placing his hand on the teen boy's bare ass,
squeezing the cheeks while he himself humped the seat.
A tumultuous orgasms sprang from the both of them.
They kissed, fondled, more groping, passions not dying or
subsiding but reach new plateaus. On their own they
switched, August slipping in a few continuous
"suggestions" about how they should carry on afterwards,
to continue making love now and then, pleasing one
another orally, and so on.
Though Sherry was a demure girl, a clean-cut proper girl,
there was no denying the joys of getting banged--despite
the plausible consequences.
"After you CUM in her pussy, you get down there and clean
it up!" August told Doug. The boy hesitated a bit, but
then lapped up the mixed juices of his and Sherry's, then
they went for another go!
For no other reason than "just simply fucking because"
August went home with the still very horny Doug. Sherry
he had walked up to the front door--after pulling the '49
Merc around from the alley to the front street. A brief
kiss and then the daddy was at the door--it was two
minutes after ten.
Doug had snagged Sherry's panties, a rag had been used to
clean up the mess from their fucking and Sherry's broken
cunny. The panties had been used to wipe her cunny after
their last fuck. August had Sherry wrap her panties about
Doug's schlong. She sucked him one more time but he was
empty--and sore.
At Doug's home August followed him, he still didn't know
why.
A light was on, but all had gone to bed. The house was
well kept up, but August saw signs of little kids' toys
here and there, some misplaced socks and underwear.
Up the stairs and down the hall, Doug pausing to peek
into a room whereas the door was partially opened. August
peeked, too, and saw a small nite light on and in a
single bed up against the wall was a sleeping little girl
about seven years young or so.
On a whim August "urged" Doug to "check on her."
Doug entered the room, closing the door behind him.
There was another bed in the room, against the opposite
side, a twelve year old slept here, she was snoring. On
August's urging Doug eased down the covers of his sister
Amiee, his seven year old sister.
A two-piece pajama set she wore, Sure Shot Annie Oakley.
With the covers down to her ankles, August further urged,
"Take her pajama bottoms down to her ankles--slowly."
There was a little hesitation, but there was, however,
compliance.
Aimee's thin pajama bottoms were eased slowly down to her
ankles.
The sleeping girl lay in plain white kiddie panties, not
a snug fit and she had wet in them, too. "Take off your
clothes." August said. He was liking the new power--he
still didn't understand it--but he liked it.
Doug stripped off all his clothes, Sherry's panties still
engulfing his aching but well satisfied prick. He then
sat back down on his sister's bed and with August still
urging him, took Aimee's hand and had her stroke his
organ.
August then had Doug finger Aimee's pussy, it was
virginal, very virginal. Doug lightly ran the back of his
fingers up and down the slit, then enamored with the
young poon went down on her. He was partially on his own
but helped out with his hidden desire by the Unseen.
Doug got harder and harder, his desire now overwhelming.
"Take her clothes off," August suggested, "open her legs
and lick her pussy out good!"
When there were signs that the little girl was "waking
up" August put her back to sleep. Doug continued, resting
his cock against her slit and humping until he spewed.
Timing is Everything
Chapter 25: Happy Daze Goes 'round and 'round
Exploring his new found Being took a little doing, also
took him into new adventures. The Device he felt was
within him, a part of him, more than just the simply
HeadsUpDisplay from the Old West era, he HAD evolved, he
had become the Device!
That was weird. If not frightening. Were there
complications to this, if not now--later? What was he to
become, what was to happen to him? He still could "feel"
objects, he still thought (so assumed that old adage--I
think, therefore I am.) But he no longer seemed to be
overly hungry, or thirsty, or needed to use the bathroom.
That was disturbing.
He still could feel his schlong, though, he could still
fondle his balls and caress his ass, that was a plus more
importantly. He no longer though interacted with peoples,
but still could "control" them, manipulate them as he had
always done. That was another plus.
But he was still concerned, still frightened of the
unknown, his evolving into something science fictiony
could have devastating repercussions. That wasn't good.
Choices, decisions, it was all back to the day he walked
out of the canyon half assed listening to the gentle
words of an old washed up desert rat. The Device had
consumed him, made him, tempted him and once following
the temptations--there was no going back. None.
He had made his decision(s), tempted fate and made his
choices to follow not his heart but his cock, his
undermining desire to debacle the populace.
No going back.
Or was there?
Maybe. Frantically he did try to access that peculiar
program that had started this whole fantastic mess--Time
Travel. The program didn't come to light, though--he
didn't think it really would. The Device was no longer
like he had had in the beginning, it was no longer in the
HeadsUpDisplay form, it was a part of him. He had to re-
think and reroute his thinking. Part of him thought about
Charlie, always Charlie. And the desert, and the tunnels,
the pirate ship, the tunnel buggers, the clearing and
sheer canyon walls. Maybe, just maybe if he could make it
back there, follow the trail, meander about and find a
clue, any clue, he could.
Naw, that was a dumb idea.
Wasn't it?
It was something to chew on.
Meanwhile.
Debauchery Most High
Doug's mind remained mostly voided, empty, solely
concentrated on the task at hand--which was humping madly
to achieve orgasm--this while laying atop of his baby
sister, his cock not IN her seven year old pussy, but
humping madly against the slit. The child slept soundly
on. It was DAYS after Doug had done it the first time,
August had been in a funk for several days, figuring out
his new situation.
When all had come to confound him, to utterly make no
sense, and to compel him that there was only one solution
after all, he settled on making the most of it--to live
in Milwaukee until a new plan could be ascertained. He
did hazard the notion of seeking out some top notch local
scientist from the nearby university, but for now he was
content with being himself, "I debach therefore I am!"
Doug DID want to screw his sisters, Aimee and Jessica.
But vaginal penetration was not a good idea, it would be
noticed. Doug, therefore, was content with banging off on
the girls' slits. After cumming successfully on the
zonked out Aimee, August had the hard up hard-on horny
teen go down and "clean-lick" his sisters' snatches.
To sister Jessica, who was twelve, her pussy was more
developed, her titties becoming titties. Doug loved
sucking on them, fingering her pussy and humping her poon
slit until he coated it with his jiz. Licking his jiz
from her pussy, though, was not overly cool with Doug,
but he had no choice.
His desire to fuck, though, to actually sink his cock
into pussy was growing. August knew that he would soon
have to help the lad out. One way presented itself one
delightful sunny afternoon. Doug worked on his car in the
family garage, August still dwaddled on his problem, his
being, his transformation into something he didn't know
and apparently had no control over. Out thru the kitchen
door waltzed the mother, Doug's mother. She was the
epitome of a '50s mother, Beaver's mother to be exact.
Poised and proper, carrying a tray of mini sandwiches and
iced lemonade for her handsome son. Uh-oh
No one else was home. Double uh-oh
"Nancy" looked into the engine compartment and made
subtle comments, "My, it looks dirty." Doug was greasy,
part of the engine he had dismantled, the teen had a
double hard-on, for the car AND his mother.
Hmmmm
August so noted that Doug WAS hard up, to see his mother
nude, to see her with her legs spread--he deeply wanted
to fuck her. But he knew that would never happen, so
while he banged his girlfriend Sherry, humped his
sisters, jerked off in the shower, he brought his
mother's image to mind. Didn't every boy.
August so noted, too, there was the notion of banging Ms.
Cunningham who lived across the street! Doug wanted to
bang Joanie, too. Doug wanted to bang ANY girl, every
girl he met! (Their mothers included!)
Nancy re-entered the house, Doug munched his mini
sandwiches, swigged the lemonade, and continued working
on his car. Moments later his mother returned to the
garage baring a large basket of laundry. Slowly August
worked his magic, for that was what he had come to know
it by, magic. It was an euphemism he knew but it seemed
to apply.
Doug didn't pay any attention to his mother's doings, not
until she shucked her panties. He saw that. August
directed his attention to it. Doug was mesmerized, he
didn't know what to do, this had never happened before,
the family was all kinds of modest, as were most of the
general populace of the 1950s. But down they came, full
brief basic white undies, they were tossed into the
washer and then--THEN she began undoing her dress!
"Close the garage door." August Minded to Doug. Doug
hesitated a moment, not because he was resisting but
because he was stunned. But he did move to bring the
garage door down, blocking any prying eyes from the
neighbors. Thereafter he came and got the "notion" to
take off his own clothes--for laundry purposes.
His bone stuck out proudly as he stepped up to his naked
mother, all her clothes were in the washer, she smiled at
her teenage son and added his clothes he had handed her.
His eyes fell upon her globes, B-cups, small but supple,
soft, alluring, perfectly shaped melons. His cock began
to surge. To his surprise (greatly) his mother reached
out her hand and took his cock, she began to stroke and
Doug began to choke. This was more than he could take--to
be out in the garage, butt naked, with his equally butt
naked mother! It was unbelievable!
Then, to further send Doug into oblivion his mother went
to her knees; while stroking his seeping bone with one
hand she gentle flicked her tongue to his pre-cummed piss
slit--then devoured it wholly, the head and ran her
tongue about the super sensitive crown.
Doug was in his glory. This was NOT happening, it
couldn't. His mother, his very own mother was sucking
him! It wasn't happening, How? Why? Why now, why not back
when his cock needed sucking when he was his sister
Jessica's age?
August struggled to downplay the teen's concerns and
fears--"Just go with the flow, dumbass, don't make
waves."
When Nancy partook of the cock fully--Doug's concerns DID
ebb away, as they should with a good cock suck. Nancy
sucked like a pro, but she wasn't. She was almost a
prude; a purist, she humped her hubby only in bed, lights
out. No hanky panky anywhere else in the house, when out
of bed they were both clothed; she didn't fart around
anyone else, didn't frig her cunny, or have narly
thoughts of a sexual romp with anyone other than her
husband.
Hmmmmm
Just before the juices were to begin to flow she stopped,
smacked her lips and sucked his balls for a few moments,
then licked the cum-shooting piss slit before standing
up. She then lay over a small work bench, legs spread
wide, pulling her cheeks apart.
Doug was freaking, August again had to downplay the boy's
crazy thoughts and "just go with it, dumbass."
Dumbass did, to his knees, peering at his mother's ass,
hole, crack, and furry furburger. His hands (on his own)
delicately smoothed over her flesh, then diddled her
backdoor entrance. "Lick it." August encouraged. Doug
slowly complied, he still was not resisting, just in mild
shock, drinking the whole experience in.
He flicked his tongue to her crack, mostly licked her
dirt chute and took a few moments to get a nice lick of
her brown haired snatch. Thereafter it was just a matter
of standing up and pressing his rock hard hardness to her
crack, poking into her bung hole, then easing into her
fuckable fuck hole. ****
For August he DID at least feel something, he had begun
to worry, but his cock was alright, after Doug had
emptied himself into his mother's love tunnel, the boy
sat back, bare ass against his car in full wonderment,
fondling himself. August fondled the "zapped"/zombiefied
woman and then noshed on her pooter hole, her cum laden
snatch, then penetrated her very virgin poop chute.
It was a wild ride, the woman had NEVER been buggered up
the butt and had never even suspected that sex could be
done so! She knew what Sodomy was, but.
August wrapped his arms about her and frigged her cunny,
moments before he was to get his nut he turned about,
keeping his prick in her asshole, got her legs opened and
got son Doug to come down and munch her twat.
Doug complied, a little "zombied" himself. Thereafter the
lad had another go into his mother's quim, sucked her
titties and fucked himself into a stupor.
August was contented, he rest a few and then put those
narly naughty notions into their heads--to carry on
sexually from this day forth. August made a note to deal
with the kiddies and the daddy, too!
It was late afternoon, August meandered back across the
street to the Cunninghams. Here he was privy to see
Joanie seemingly sneaking about, carefully making her way
up the stairs to the converted apartment above the family
garage. August "floated" across the street, waggled his
weenie to a very pretty little girl in a sailor's suit,
she was all over about five, curly headed, rosy cheeks,
by herself, pulling a red wagon with her dolly in it. She
didn't pay August any attention.
August did, though. He tried to communicate with her, but
it didn't seem to be working, she sang some silly kiddie
song (loudly) and continued on her way. August would deal
with it (her) later--right now, though.
He found Joanie hiding behind a garbage can at the
landing, sneaking looks into the converted apartment.
August peeked, too. He saw the center of attraction, the
one they call the Fonz, gettin' it with some dame, broad,
chick, hoochie. She was about his age, seventeen (or
thereabouts) not much of her could be seen, though--just
her arms and legs! What COULD be seen, however, was
Fonzie's bare ass pumping. Joanie peeked, gulped,
fingered herself, and stared in wide eyed amazement.
Fonzi humped madly without passion, straining and pumping
furiously until that critical moment.
The girl underneath clawed at his bare back, humped into
him and they became one for several minutes after the
initial orgasmic explosion. Joanie watched, hand up under
her dress, friggin' away, sucking on her fingers and
chewing her lips.
It was then August noted the Fonz checking a mirror, a
small tableside mirror, he cocked his head and his face
lit up in a grand smile--casually he looked back over his
shoulder. Joanie ducked. Had she been seen? She hadn't
noticed the mirror. She fled down the stairs, barely
knocking August over, but managing to topple the garbage
can. It wasn't full but made a lot of noise as it crashed
down the stairs.
Fonzie leapt from the bed and dashed nakedly to the door,
he chuckled and let it go, returned to his starlet teen
babe who washed his cock with her mouth.
It was quaint after that--er, quiet. August followed the
Fonz to his workplace and found the rebel was something
of a gigolo--a lady's man. He banged babes by the dozens
and didn't need no stinkin' Device! On August's visit not
an hour into working on a vintage '48 Ford than did not
one, not two, but THREE delicious babes enter his
establishment.
They flirted, groped, and sashayed into the storage room
where they ALL got butt naked! One girl who was at least
a couple of years OLDER went down to her knees and began
sucking him, balls and all! Another girl in her mid teens
pressed her wondrous nude body against his, caressing his
ass and kissing. The other lay out on a crate and was
finger fucked by the Fonz.
August was impressed.
Soon things got a little more interesting with red headed
girl laying out on the crate already, the brunette who
had been sucking on Fonzie's schlong squatted over the
red's face. The blond girl of the trio began sucking on
Red's red snatch. The Fonz got into the action, slipping
up behind the Blond Bomb and easing into her from behind.
It was unreal. For an hour they frolicked in the
storeroom, then the girls "washed" up, washed up their
lover, then left. Fonzi returned to changing out a
carburetor on the Ford and not half an hour later came in
a cutesy young thing, no more than fifteen. Tall she was,
though, Texas drawl, tight yellow sweater, incredible
Texas eyes of brown, soft and alluring she was.
"My daddy's car ready yet?" she asked. She was so cute
she could melt stone! Fonzi drank her in, they made eyes,
then made for the store room. But didn't make it, a phone
call interrupted their path, Fonzi answered it. And while
he yapped at the interruptor Danielle pressed herself
against him, running her hand all over his body,
especially his crotch!
The Fonz did likewise, caressing her ass and becoming
quite pronounced right then and there.
And right then and there she did fish out his schlong,
hump it in her hand and everything! The Fonz yapped on
the phone, his cock hard in the young teen's hand, the
teen undoing her tight fitting sweater; he finally
concluded his call and began seriously humping the girl's
mouth--with the garage door straight open!
It was a nice day, cool, and no one really to worry about
passing by and looking in. The garage was situated just
on the edge of the slowly sprawling town. Several cars
were parked in the garage and out by the curb, waiting
for service and repair--they would have a long wait as
the Fonzi was kinda busy: neither made it to the store
room--they laid out in the canary yellow Ford's front
seat, the girl's dress hiked up, her sweater off, bra on
the floor of the garage along with her panties. The
Italian Stallion import riding her like a train!
He figured what the hell, and took a walk. It was a nice
day, 1955, there were a few homes about, small commercial
and businesses, sweet small town (soon to be bustling
city) Americana. Lots of kiddies were out, teen girls,
too. Sweet, young, innocent, na‹ve. He wasn't in the
mood, much, for any frivolity, he just watched.
Soon he came to be downtown, just on the fringes. He sat
and watched the cars whizzing up the tree lined street.
He tried a malted shake from the nearby malt shop but it
seemed to lack some taste. That bugged him, badly. He
couldn't remember the last time he had eaten, drank, or
took a wicked pee! He WAS evolving--into what, though? It
frightened him, slightly. He wanted to be human, that was
utmost. He didn't care if he didn't have the narly powers
or even the Device, he just wanted to be human again.
But that wasn't to be, not for now leastways. He made his
way on down the street, still observing the peoples, the
cars, and the buildings.
One building in particular came to light, Cunningham
Hardware. Well, there couldn't be TWO such places in
Milwaukee, could there? August had heard the Mr. of the
Cunningham house of Ritchie & Joanie make references to
his hardware store he owned & operated. Was this it?
August peeked inside, it wasn't a big store, a tv repair
shop on one side, a second hand shop on the other. Trees
out in front with a bus bench, nice fa‡ade and all kinds
of quintessential Americana. All kinds.
Realizing that there was probably a bell above the door
to signal a customer, August waited for a "customer" to
chance by. None did. So he made for the nearby alley and
entered thru the backdoor. No signal bell there. He found
Howard Cunningham, father of two, husband of one, humping
a young girl. Well, not as young as August Moone
preferred, she was early (very early) 20s. Pretty,
'specially butt bare assed naked! Blond, curly haired,
blue eyes, and taking all of Mr. C's cock into her hot
blond twat. She sat precariously on a shipping box, legs
spread, shoulders to the wall, clothes on the floor. Mr.
C between her legs pounding steadily, balls flapping,
humping for everything.
He finally got his nut, strained and feasted his middle
aged eyes on the young girl's bouncing sweaty titties. He
sucked them, nipped the nipples and continued humping her
pussy until he could hump no more. He then pulled back, a
swath of sweat pouring out of his, soaking his clothes
that he still wore.
The girl frigged her cunny and scooted back on the crate.
No words were spoken, August was hard, he had been hard
since seeing the Fonz do his thing with those bitches,
then his little walk into town and seeing all the pretty
teenage girls, the innocent na‹ve little girls in short-
short-really-short dresses prancing about happy-go-lucky,
showing their underwear and being oh so damn cute.
August took his pleasures to the hapless well fucked
hardware assistant, pegging her deeply he felt the
stirrings of a genuine orgasm. Well, at least he could
still cum and enjoy it! ****
Love in a hot afternoon
August was bemused at how he was always coming up short,
er, how he was always finding people he was set to spy on
already "in progress" when he arrived. It didn't bother
him too much, but he would likened to know how the
interlude began from the onset.
But, be that as it may, he found Joanie Cunningham on TOP
of the Fonzi, a few days after August's little side trip
into town. Both were butt bare assed naked and Joanie was
doing some serious humping. (As was the Fonz.)
August watched with passion, listening intently as
neither lover made any verbal sounds--only the flapping
of Fonzi's balls and his cock slamming into her cunny.
The Italian Stallion gripped the young girl's ass and
clenched tightly as the final throws of orgasmic splendor
came to be. His cock jammed deep into the girl, straining
and doing quick little humps. Cum juices from the both of
them oozed forth from her opening, Joanie collapsed onto
Fonzi, Fonzi rubbed her back and caressed her ass, his
cock still up in her.
They lay arms and legs akimbo before moving to the
bathroom for a shower. August peeked here, too--noting
that the Fonz once was stiff, Joanie having it well lubed
(with soap) stroked him into a frenzy--a fuck me frenzy.
She then, on her own, turned about and presented her
darling little ass. Fonzi took the offering, slapping his
meat against her darling little ass, then gliding it up
and down the crack before poking away at the backdoor.
Back across the street Doug and his family were hard at
it, August was pleased--his mind-tripping into the family
had worked, he had wondered about it. He still did, to
the point of how long would it remain, would what he had
done to their minds hold, forever?
In the parental unit bedroom Nancy--the mother--lay
nakedly on her big king sized bed. She was beauty, the
Ms. Beaver persona. Son Doug munched happily at her
snatch, stroking himself and devouring his mother's twat
until she began to seriously twist and gyrate about and
commence having an orgasm via oral application.
On her face was her precious twelve year old daughter
Jessica, a clean bald poon had she, and it had been
breached. The mother tongued it, clenching onto her
titties ass and driving her tongue DEEP into the girl's
sensitive poon. August was pleased. Sucking on Nancy's
motherly titties was the youngest, Aimee. August fondled
this child's ass, he had to. He couldn't determine right
off if her asshole was still virginal, nor her poon. He
rested his own bone against her and there was at least
some sensation, but he felt at odds, he didn't know why
but he could a most odd freaky feeling.
He didn't like it, like Questions with no Answers, he was
bugged.
Sitting back watching the action on the bed, August
fondled himself and tried to get a gripe on what was
happening. He felt at odds with himself, more than that
he couldn't finger. Doug did, though, finger his little
sister--this while he himself was buried to the hilt in
his mother's cunt. Sister Jessica lay off on one side,
caressing her brother's ass as he fucked. Doug fondled
Aimee's ass and finger fucked her asshole and pussy.
Though August was well enough intrigued by this action
and certainly would participate in one manner or another,
that creepy feeling swelling within him pestered him. Was
he evolving again, was it time to go?
August got paranoid, then miffed.
Doug humped his mother in earnest then came. He made lots
of noises, the girls laid off on either side of their
mother, curling up in a so-so fetal position. Doug
completed his task, the smell of sex sweat was heavy in
the room--August could smell it!
He wondered if that was a plus, before he had been unable
to smell much of anything. Was he possibly de-evolving?
That could be good--and bad. He didn't know. He knew that
he had a strange tingling feeling surging throughout his
body, he "floated" rather than walked, he was no longer
hungry or thirsty, but he could still fuck!
That was a plus, he could still fuck and feel the
enjoyment of doing such. But then, naturally, he had to
wonder--was he really? Or was his mind (if he still had
one) merely conjuring up the sensations to be played
through?
Damn!
Shit!
Fuck!
Piss!
Angered now he arose from the bedroom chair and "floated"
to the bed, he assessed the situation as a calm one.
August was not in a calm mood:
"Sit your ass up!" August demanded, speaking to Doug.
Doug complied, swathed in sweat, eyes still rolling in
the delicious fuck he had done unto his mother. His bone
popped out of her sopping wet cum drenched cunt, cum
strands still leaking from its piss slit--his and hers.
"You," he said Mind-linking to Jessica, "suck your
brother's cock." then adding, "Suck it clean, balls and
all!"
Timidly and unsurely the girl did comply, moving slowly,
eyeing her brother's pulsing bone that was still hard and
still spurting juices. But the pretty pre-teen gripped
her brother's saucey schlong and began power sucking on
the head. Doug rolled his eyes, toes curled, ass cheeks
clenching tighter.
"You," August Mind-linked to the little one, Aimee,
"clean your mother's cunt."
The little girl flared her nostrils, the word "cunt" was
not in her vocabulary. August angrily wrestled the girl
into place having her lick her mother's pussy from the
side.
August found himself with a very hard bone himself, he
could genuinely "feel" the little girl he had wrestled.
His cock he slapped against her ass, Nancy moaned as she
was licked, head lolling about not overly knowing or
realizing that her youngest was tantalizing her.
Aimee was not into licking clean her mother's quim,
August commanded her strongly and spanked her precious
little ass. He then gouged out her asshole and probed it,
followed by a nice poking and prodding and then
penetration.
The girl's asshole was virginal. Was.
Doug hadn't got her, yet. Nor had he followed thru with
pegging Jessica's backdoor. To neither girl he had
fucked, just licked and sucked, spanked, peed on. Nothing
more. Doug had centered his sexual lustful attention on
his mother solely.
August was cool with that.
After cumming off into Aimee's young poop chute, though,
August had Doug lick his sister's crapper clean.
He wasn't done, though; August then had the horndog horny
Doug eat his sisters' pussies, laying each girl out on
their mother and devouring their young twats, thereafter
he introduced said twat to his cock. Up and down the slit
he rubbed his bone, poking at the entrance and then up
and down the taint and prodding the poop chute. Nancy
held her daughters' back during this time, Doug finally
getting the "go ahead" and entered his sisters.
August felt better. He pushed aside those thoughts that
plagued him, if he were to suddenly "evolve" (or de-
evolve) into something else, or simply move on to a new
time period, well, fuck--so be it. But he wasn't going to
let it worry him or get him down--that'd spoil his fun!
Back at the Cunningham residence--well, things were
happening there, too. Again he walked in the middle--but
it was a good middle. It was shocking to say the least--
even more shocking than finding Joanie on top of the
Fonz, even moreso than finding devoted husband and father
getting it on with his secretive assistant. Ritchie,
Potsie, and Ralph were the central characters, Potsie and
Ralph were Ritchie Cunningham's best friends.
On August's spy-arrival they were the epitome of a being
a best friend.
All three were nude in Ritchie's room, Ritchie lay on his
back, legs open, sucking tenaciously on Potsie's cock
while Ralph straddled Ritchie's lap and took "it" up the
ass. August was amazed. Blow away was he that these three
should be this way. He wouldn't have thought it, they
were clean cut good ole American boys. (but then, Howard
Cunningham was supposedly a clean cut pillar of the
community and there he was in his hardware store humping
the bejeesus out of his YOUNG assistant!
Ritchie pulled away from cock slurping best friend Potsie
to concentrate on creaming up best friend Ralph's
asshole. But no matter, Potsie was at that critical
moment and cum spurted from his cock and splashed
onto/into Ritchie's mouth. Ritchie didn't seem to care or
mind, Potsie began furiously humping his cock, pressing
it against Ritchie's face to complete the deed
orgasmically.
Ralph the Mouth humped madly on Ritchie's cock, his own
bone squirting juices as his backdoor was filled.
"Potsie," August Minded, "go down and "service" Ralph."
Potsie didn't hesitate so August didn't know if the boy
moved on his own or what. But the semi-handsome hunk went
down and wrapped his lips about Ralph's cock and sucked
him. Ritchie smacked/spanked Potsie's ass, fondled his
cock and balls and came in quarts up Ralph's corn chute.
Ralph emptied his cock into Potsie's mouth, Ritchie
couldn't do anything but lay in a sweat on his bed, his
cock languishing up against Ralph's freckled fleshy ass,
still cumming--both Ralph's asshole and Ritchie's cock.
There was a comment made (and overheard) from Ralph,
"Damn, I wish we could score like that with our
girlfriends!"
"Yeah, but first we gotta GET some girlfriends." popped
Ritchie.
"Good point."
"Too bad none of us has sisters." off-handedly mouthed
Potsie.
Both Ritchie and Ralph looked to him. Potsie looked at
them, then realized what he had said, "Oh, uh, I-I didn't
mean it that--not, I, you see I was just--"
"Knock it off, Pots, I know, I know." angrily bitched
Ritchie.
The boys settled down, fondling their pricks and
"cooling" out. At length, though, one by one, they
tottled off to the bathroom, a group thing in the shower.
August took a break, the boys were too old for him, his
preference was for younger lads.
Suddenly his Narly Senses kicked in, alerting him to
something that was up. He sat still and waited, he had
heard the boys in the shower whopping it up, he wasn't in
the mood to spy on them further, he assumed what they
were doing.
There was something up in the closet.
He waited, waited, and waited some more. Then, after
hearing the boys leaving the bathroom and making their
way downstairs, the closet door opened fully and out
stepped.
Joanie.
Hmmmm
August wasn't the only one who could spy!
****
Ritchie and Joanie. As stated before they had been
carrying on (sexually) for some time. And just two days
after witnessing the boys pleasing one another August was
privy to observe Ritchie pleasing his sister, licking out
her young tender twat. Both were nude in Joanie's room,
the girl sprawled out on her bed, hugging her stuffed toy
teddy bear while her teenage brother noshed away on her
virtually hairless pussy.
Ritchie on his knees on the floor flicked his tongue into
Joanie's cunt, pulling the lips apart and driving his
brotherly tongue in, flicking madly about, nipping her
sensitive clit and poking at her asshole.
Joanie was cumming, her body shuddered and she was not
herself, her body arched, nipples perked up and she
gushed her young pre-teen juices onto Ritchie's face.
Ritchie didn't mind the pussy wash, he reeled in it. He
lapped more and more bringing his sister to cum even
more. She was soon ready for him, or Ritchie was ready
for her. His cock already leaked cum, it pulsed and his
tongue had had its fill. Joanie arched her back more,
twisting carry on as Ritchie's mighty teenage schlong
penetrated her pussy. August determined from the onset
that the girl was not virginal. Ritchie had tagged her a
few times before. August settled himself behind the two,
behind Ritchie's humping ass. He watched in sexual awe as
Ritchie's purple cock ploughed nicely into Joanie's cunt.
To Ritchie's already glistening sweaty ass August
caressed, clutching at the teen's balls. He wasn't
sexually attracted to Ritchie, not 100%, but still.
Ritchie fucked his sister madly, humping hard to get his
pleasing orgasm. Joanie humped back, clawed at his bare
back, her head into his shoulder as she shuddered
repeatedly. August found himself on the bed, poking his
own cock to Joanie's asshole.
At length he was in, sliding up the anal tract and not in
rhythm sodomizing the girl, sending her into a wild ride
of orgasmic sensual feelings never before experienced.
This only segued into a few days later when the timing
was right--it's all a matter of timing--when the house
was vacant of parental units. Then Ritchie's two best
friends Potsie Webber and Ralph the Mouth came over. At
first it was to drink some beer, watch a stag film (early
porno) and waltz about the house butt bare assed naked--
then, to peek into Joanie's room, seeing the girl butt
bare assed naked herself, humping her teddy bear!
Ralph and Potsie were beside themselves.
Ritchie was not--August smiled, he had been busy with the
family across the street, bringing the Daddy there in on
the deal--to be pleased by his two girls, so he missed
whatever had transpired between Ritchie and his sexually
active sister.
With his Narly Senses driving him August left the humping
siblings and went outside. It was late, the parental
units had gone out for the evening, no one was home
across the street at Doug's house, either. The Narly
Senses directed August up the stairs to the above-garage-
apartment, Fonzie's abode.
August was in for a mild surprise, he found Ms. C here,
she was supposed to be with Mr. C, but apparently there
had been a change in plans. She was in Fonzie's bed, butt
bare assed naked with equally butt bare assed naked
Arthur Fonzerella on top of her! (naturally)
Marion's legs were everywhere, she wasn't a bad dish, red
headed, tall, a simple woman of the 50s, but fuckable
just the same. The Fonz sucked on her 36 C titties, drove
his cock nicely into her pussy and fucked her into
oblivion. August watched, didn't get involved. He
contemplated, fucking Marion. But that was before the
Transporter showed up.
****
Down on the empty drive there was that warbling
displacement happening. August saw the several shades of
green to the center where it was the brightest. Again, it
wasn't a large warble, five feet in circumference and
being some three feet up from the cement drive.
August sat on the top step of the stairs and mulled.
He came to realize that stepping thru might change him.
It was a safe bet, in each time period he had gone to he
had transgressed into something new. He was only years
away from the time of his actual birth, was that
significant? Would stepping thru the Transporter bring
him to when he was actually born? Would he cease to exist
as he knew himself from that point on?
OR, would he simply become something else, surpassing his
birth year and becoming something less tangible than
human?
More goddamn questions.
Peeking into Fonzi's apartment he saw Marion and the Fonz
enjoying a 69er, Marion on top sucking tenaciously away
on her teen lover's cock.
The warble was still present, growing though, possibly
impatient.
August leaned back, hands behind his head, he wasn't in
the mood to "transport". He waited, it got darker, there
was a brief breeze stirring about, he was afraid. What
was to become of him, what was he to turn in to?
Peeking on the two lovers again, Marion was on the floor
on all fours with Fonzie behind her pegging away,
smacking her hips. August sighed, down below the warble
made warbling sounds, but seemed to be fading. Was that a
good thing? What would happen if he did NOT take the
ride, would he be forever stuck in 1955?
He wanted to be back in 2000, or even 1980, he had
bitched once about having to re-live the twenty years
over again--well, fuck it, so what? And when that time
came to venture out into the desert beyond Mexican Hat,
uh-uh, he wasn't going. The Device he could do without,
honest.
Well, maybe. Closing his eyes, tempting fate, bitching
some, knowing that he could enjoy himself a little more
in '55, he stepped up to the warbling transporter. He
knew what awaited him, the green "in-between" place, but
then thereafter, once finding the cave, he was off to his
next adventure. In that that wasn't so bad, but it was
not without its hazards.
He hesitated momentarily and then stepped thru.
***
*author's note: yep, there's more--lots more, a few more
chapters anyways. In case yer interested you can email me
at simplerecipes@msn.com <mailto:simplerecipes@msn.com>
I'd appreciate any feedback/comments, etc.
And yes, there IS an end to this epic--you won't believe
what happens, but you'll have to keep reading to find
out! AND there is a Book II, the Further Adventures of
August Moone--unbelievable stuff there, too. (yeah, I'm
just a guy with WAAAAAAY too much time on his hands.)
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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