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August Moone--Timing Is Everything II
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by Bootscooter (simplerecipes@msn.com)

***

Timing is Everything
Chapter Eleven: The Journey

It was the most odd feeling, to be two peoples in the 
same body; and only the August of 2000 was aware of it. 
August of 1980 seemed to be rather oblivious. But that 
was alright. When August of 2000 didn't want to be bogged 
down or bored with the mundane tasks of daily living he 
took a backseat and a long nap. When something of 
interest piqued him he took control and put August 1980 
to "sleep."

The passage of time was somewhat meaningless to August 
(of 2000). He awoke to see what his counterpart host was 
doing then returned to semi "sleep mode" trying to finger 
out how this had all happened.

His attention became "piqued" when they (they?) arrived 
at school. August 2000 realized that there was some 
troubles about--he had broken the nose of Brett and 
flipped off the VP. His ass was grass. August of 2000 had 
to play it cool, the August of 1980 HAD graduated from 
his class--he didn't need to go about screwing up his 
future by making changes in the past.

August 1980 parked his bike (motor) and waited a moment 
collecting his thoughts. August 2000 held in the back (of 
his mind) and contemplated his course of action. There 
were a couple of ways to go about this--the simplest and 
foremost was to plead insanity to Mr. Beamer and VP 
Matthers. He could explain, explain that Brett had 
started the fight and he was merely defending himself and 
Brett's face somehow connected with August's knee--
several times.

And if that didn't work--August had the wonderful use of 
the Device!

He didn't make it to see the VP, at the foyer before the 
clutch of offices August caught sight of Leigh Anne. His 
heartthrob. His delight. His joy. His desire. He smiled 
(and got wood) as he fondly (although faintly) recalled 
of the reunion (in 2000) whereupon he shagged the bitch 
in the john.

She was in company of best friend Claudia.

August was hip with her, too.

The two Subjects crossed the Senior Quad and into the 
Language Arts building, August followed. As it was a 
quarter to eight in the morning he assumed he knew where 
the two were heading--the lockers out the back entrance 
of the LA building to the LA annex across a small open 
breezeway. Hardly anyone was about just yet, August 
quickened his pace and brought up to play the wondrous 
Device. He hadn't studied it much since his disappointing 
discovery that he now potentially could not return from 
whence he came. He brooded about this--to re-live the 20 
years? Wow. He wondered, dreaded, and seriously 
contemplated how he could screw his future. Even doing 
the lightest change in decisions, knowing some choices 
were bad ones--could he encounter Charlie Dugout, early 
on before August of 2000 actually encountered him?

He knew that any changes he made in the past or whatever 
time frame he occupied could drastically change the 
future--not only HIS future but all of it. He nodded and 
thought best of it and concentrated on firstly rendering 
himself Invisible.and then, to the Subjects!

*

Leigh Anne stood up against the lime green wall where 
there was just enough space from the corner to the small 
set of lockers in the short "L" section. The short hall 
led to a pair of double doors that opened up out to the 
athletic field apparatus area up a small hill.

Claudia had her back up against the flat side of the 
locker bank side facing her friend. August had some 
disdain for the two--uppity bitches, choir, smart, "their 
shit didn't stink" and so on. So to Leigh Anne he pressed 
his body to her, copping a nice feel of her delicious 
"apples." She was "simplified", as was Claudia.

This was better than expected. He kissed her, fondled 
heavily and then began a steady "grope" of her crotch. 
This day she chose to wear a light pink short-sleeved top 
with semi-low slung bell bottom/flared jeans atypical 
style of the day.

Long luxurious brown hair ultra curled with slight 
feathering. She smelled good and August was hard pressed 
not to get "jiggy" with her right then and there.

But he did undo her jeans and ease his hand down inside 
her jeans, fingering her muffin. "Are you a virgin?" he 
asked coyly.

"Yes." she answered back but August detected that this 
was not actually so. So he asked again and increased the 
Device's ability to get a clearer more concise answer.

"No." she finally exclaimed. Auggie's fingers worked 
magically in her young twat, her nipples becoming pert 
and juices coating his gouging fingers.

"Who?" August asked, Who banged you? It was something the 
young girl preferred to keep to herself. August would 
have none of that. He demanded to know and pressed her 
for the truth, and with the Device apparently working 
better than ever before, Leigh Anne forked over the fact 
that she and her twelve-year-old brother were having an 
on-going sexual relationship.

August smiled, naturally--she was the daughter of a 
Baptist minister.

She confessed to sucking her brother, they peed on each 
other, ran amok NAKED inside her father's church--alone 
when no one else was about, fucked in the pews, up on the 
stage, at the pulpit, and in the bathrooms and then in 
the baptismal pool!

Her brother dogged her in the ass and they often spanked 
one another until they couldn't stand it--or got an 
orgasm out of the deal. Leigh Anne had not had any sexual 
relations with any of her many-many suitors. Her brother 
had screwed a so-so girlfriend in the church and Leigh 
Anne had been there to "help."

Had Leigh Anne had any sexual relations with another 
girl?

No.

Honest?

Yes.

Would she LIKE, too?

. .. Hmmmm, uhm, hmmmm, well, uh, no--well--maybe. Yes.

Would she like to get it on with best friend Claudia?

Yes.

August had Leigh Anne's pants and panties down munching 
away at her pussy, her clothes just at her ankles. One 
hand cupping her wondrous soft supple ass while the other 
hand worked Claudia's jeans down.

*

He wasn't sure for certain if it worked or not, and not 
that he overly cared, either; but he "walked" Leigh Anne 
and Claudia down the hall to the front doors of the annex 
building to the bathrooms. The girls' bathroom was down a 
short hall adjacent to the faculty bathrooms.

Claudia walked just in her panties while Leigh Anne 
walked butt bare ass naked. August was enthralled with 
them and desired deeply to shag them, but feared doing 
them out in the open of the hall--the semi privacy of the 
bathroom would be better. August was further enthralled 
at how well the Device seemed to be working, Q&A, his 
absolute Will over them, the two in 100% compliance to 
his Will, everything. In the bathroom he had Claudia bend 
over and pull her panties down. She did so. August 
stripped off his clothes and stepped up to the bent-over-
girl and promptly "put it to her."

Her "backdoor" was virginal and the concept of "anal sex" 
never entered her mind. August ENTERED her and fucked her 
good--all the while Leigh Anne laid out naked on the 
tiled floor fingering her self.

His balls slapped in time to the motion of the "motion." 
Claudia grunted, groaned, and gave August quite the 
thrilled ride as he pegged her; finally relieving himself 
DEEP inside her anal tract. He clung to her hips for dear 
life as he shot wad after wad.

He spanked her and slapped her ass with his schlong, then 
used her panties to "clean" his cock. Her dirty cum laden 
asshole he left as is. He then laid on the naked finger 
banging Leigh Anne and smooched, sucked her titties and 
grinded his already aching cock against her inflamed 
snatch.

It wasn't long before he was in her pumping steadily. For 
added thrills he had Claudia come sit/squat on Leigh 
Anne's face and Leigh Anne proceed to cunt-munch. August 
was spellbound by this and fucked Leigh Anne all the 
faster--never minding the anguish his tormented super 
sensitive cock was enduring.

*

But his aching schlong would endure more that day, after 
fucking Leigh Anne senseless and Claudia coming down to 
suck clean his cock as well as Leigh Anne's cum laden 
cooze hole, he had them dress--minus their panties. He 
kissed on them and then began ten minutes of implanting 
notions into their noggins. He worried about this a 
little--any changes he made in the Past could 
inadvertently alter the Future.

It worried him greatly and he wiped their memory of his 
encounter with him completely--including the notions. A 
lingering notion (in August's head) wondered if that was 
why could not go back home--when he had tried with the 
altered Device, inputting the info as he had before and 
the Device replying--Does not compute--please 
retype/enter destination.

Maybe somehow he had already fucked up and the future was 
already changed? But how? By his simple presence, being 
in sync with his former self, the August of 1980?

He didn't know. It gave him a headache. Time to move on. 
He found some interest in the English building, all the 
buildings (of learning) were structures that were laid 
out like military barracks--lengthwise with rooms on 
either side, bathrooms at one end, faculty 
lounges/offices at the other. There was a breezeway fore 
& aft, the one "fore" was for the transmuting of students 
to the office and open quad area, the bus station and 
parking lot. The "aft" was to enter into the "annex" 
buildings whereas over the years the school had grown in 
student population more classrooms had to be added.

So, in the English building he popped into the Girls' 
restroom, still naked and still invisible and observed 
two girls occupying the same stall. They were kissing and 
titty fondling, one girl sitting on the other who sat on 
the toilet. August's schlong was not in the mood.

Across the hall in the boys' restroom, two boys whizzed 
in the urinal while two other smoked cigarettes. Outside 
in the hall at the lockers a drug deal went down, two 
girls plotted revenge against a common boyfriend who was 
playing them both, a teacher and a student argued over a 
bad grade, and two freshman boys drooled over a fresh-
hot-lovely senior girl August knew from his class--though 
she was "out of his class." Jessica Cleaver. A tall 
brunette, floppy butt, always well dressed, high 
cheekbones, long limbs, long flowing hair and extremely 
popular.

August added her to his "list."

In the library he listened in on some girlie gossip and 
masturbated right among the gaggle of babbling bitches, 
lightly touching them with his schlong and then ripping 
some wind.

He farted. Big and load and stinky. The girls were in 
absolute horror and thought someone among them had 
committed the horrible offense. It was not to be believed 
and August thought he'd bust a nut laughing. He found a 
"new" game--touching the girls, slapping their bottoms, 
grabbing titties, pushing and yanking their hair. The 
girls freaked out and ran out of the library.

August wasn't through--he found Cathy Black in among the 
shelves of the small library, the bookshelves themselves 
were surrounded by four-foot counters also having books 
exposed to the sitting area of the room. August made his 
way to the lone girl, she was bashful, shy, BIG tits, 
small butt, friendly and one of the few who acknowledged 
his presence on the earth. She was also . hmmm, a little 
off? Not retarded or anything, but from a family who was 
overly strict and mistreated her (not physically.) This 
day she wore tight jeans and a white top. She was pretty, 
nice looking and pleasing to the eye. August liked her 
and they did chat now and then and he did take her home 
on his bike, but she had him stop a block away so as her 
parents wouldn't see her on a motorcycle.

With no problem at all he "zombiefied" the girl and got 
her to lower her jeans and panties. He asked her if she 
was a virgin and she stammered in reply that she was. 
August probed her for the correct info only to learn a 
very shocking discovery--Cathy Black was NOT a virgin--
but NOT a virgin by means of getting dicked by some boy 
(or man.) No, Cathy Black got dicked by the family dog!

This was new.

August dicked her, laying her out among the book aisles 
of History and English Lit and sucking delightfully on 
those pair of bodacious tatas! Thereafter he snagged her 
panties, spanked her ass with his aching-aching cock, 
fingered her backdoor and then dressed her and let her 
be.

*

Ms. Ash he found alone in her room, she taught English 
and Creative English. He liked her, although she was 
sometimes a bit harsh on his English abilities. She 
always wore slacks, had a floppy butt and once he thought 
he had heard her "cut the cheese" while she had him up at 
her desk scolding him for his bad grammar.

She was young, in her late 20s. She was writing the day's 
assignment on the chalkboard. No one else was in the 
room. It was 8:15. General classes begun at 8:30.

He zapped her--er, zombiefied her and her gray slacks and 
beige undies down at her ankles, blouse open and bra 
undone, laid out on the funky well used oak desk of hers 
and was doinking her good when the door behind him 
opened.

Three early students--two guys and a girl saw only Ms. 
Ash laid out on her desk. There was a terrified scream 
and shock and dismay. Other students filtered about the 
door and August continued his efforts--he wasn't gong to 
stop now!

He pumped faster and faster trying to get his severely 
aching cock to cum, wondering curiously as to how the 
"scene" must look--he was invisible to sight so all 
everyone else saw was Ms. Ash laying out seemingly being 
hammered! It was unreal. The hall began filling up with 
onlookers and just as August DID begin to cum some 
teachers broke up the Sex Education 101. August 
"finished" his deed and dismounted, getting out of the 
way as four male teachers and the librarian came in. The 
men didn't seem to know what to do, they firstly DID take 
note of Ms. Ashs' nudity, cum dripping out of her poon. 
One of the male teachers removed his dress jacket and 
covered the woman up. A small army of worthless security 
guards finally showed up.

August sat in one of the chairs massaging himself, there 
was only one door IN and no way OUT. He had to wait until 
Ms. Ash was carried off to the teacher's lounge and the 
timely security guards took position at the door, waiting 
for the police.

It was nine o'clock before August made his move, zapping 
(the minds) of the three campus cops and one city cop--
just to move them out of the way so as he could go on.

The news of the "rape" was like wildfire all over the 
campus, some classes had been cancelled and many students 
had gone home, counselors of the school and others were 
on hand for "distressed" students.

TV News crews showed up and the school was fiasco.

August knew that from HIS point of view in the Future--
this didn't happen. This was another kink in the Space 
Time Continuum concept, another glitch in his ability to 
get back home. But then again, he wondered, he pondered--
did he care? With the Device working properly--what the 
fuck did he care if he got back home in 2000 or not. Who 
gives a shit? He had no great life there, he was starting 
on a road to something with the feeble understanding of 
the Device, making a life of roaming the interstates and 
"collecting" those things that interested him.

But that was no cause to make a return trip--hell's fire, 
he could do it that here--in 1980! 

Hmmmmm

*

The day was young, by 4rth period he had emptied out the 
Math Building by making outrageous raspberry sounds, 
popping girls' bras, squeezing titties and scrawling FUCK 
ME EAT ME SUCK ME on the blackboard along with the very 
poetic "EAT ME RAW BALLS AND ALL DON'T STOP THERE HAVE 
SOME HAIR!" Along with PUSSY IS GREAT PUSSY IS GRAND IF 
YOU DON'T HAVE PUSSY THERE'S ALWAYS YOUR HAND among 
others. He was a fair drawing of drawing a diagram of the 
female twat, so he did. Several times with every dirty 
word and insult he could think of. He was a very busy 
guy.

Which led him up to 5th/6th period lunch.

He still eyed the Boys & Girls Gym.

In the lunch he created a ruckus--naturally. FOOD FIGHT! 
He helped himself to some burgers and chili and wondered 
casually if he should "leave" anything in the chili to 
strengthen it up. He passed on that narly notion but 
DIDN'T pass on --Tonya Ceberger. She was not on the list 
of the 24, but that didn't mean anything. She was very 
slender, short in height, lots of personality and 
character, sweet, long jaw line, thick rich dark super 
curly hair. This day she was in a lime green pantsuit. 
August moved her into the storeroom, stripped her down 
and banged her while she lay across a box of fruit.

He slapped her ass as he pounded mercilessly away at her, 
reached about and fingered her pussy and titties--
delighting in the fact that he gleaned from her that she 
didn't take dick to her pussy for fear of getting 
pregnant, but she DID take it up the ass. She had a 
brother who corn holed, too. She was an avid daily 
masturbator and longed to suck off her dad!

As it happened August after stepping back out into the 
melee noted Tonya's brother, he was a freshman and 
covered in mashed potatoes and chili. August "got his 
attention" and pulled him into the storeroom where Tonya 
still lay across a hundred pound sack of spuds. Still 
naked and still cumming from her torrid cunny.

August licked her out real good and had young freshman 
geekwad Stephan strip down. Other than pegging his 
sister's asshole, Stephan butt boned a best friend and 
best friend's ten-year-old sister. The boy had never been 
in any pussy.

Until now.

August fondled the boy, caressed his ass and made him 
slurp on his cock as well as nosh on his sister's pussy. 
The boy DID suck his friend and the friend suck him, 
neither the friend's sister or Tonya sucked cock.

Until now.

After "servicing" both August and her brother and young 
Mr. Stephan right at the critical point of orgasm, August 
had him sink his salami into his sister's twat. 
Thereafter once the pumping action got going, August 
helped himself at banging off (again) into her backdoor! 
After a tumultuous orgasm (from August) he rested a bit 
and then showered Stephan's sex sweat glistening ass with 
his pee. He then ambled up and decided a nice shower 
would be good--the girls' shower!

Outside in the lunchroom chaos reigned supreme.

Security guards and teachers were trying to get a 
handhold of the situation, August sidestepped to the rear 
exist out to the covered patio area when he suddenly saw 
someone. A man, not too tall, slouched shoulders with 
neck length gray dingy hair. Long sleeved shirt and 
service station-like jeans.

"Charlie?" August called out. The resemblance was too 
striking. Hurriedly the naked August-invisible ran to 
him, some city cops and campus cops came dragging some 
teens out of the cafeteria, a small horde of other teens 
had assembled and got in the way. When August got to the 
brink embankment where he had saw the former ballplayer--
naturally he was gone. Naturally.

August scanned intently all about but couldn't locate the 
strange man. Maybe he hadn't been there at all and was 
just a figment of his imagination. Maybe. August didn't 
know, he sighed and leaned against the brick half wall 
and continued looking over the campus.

Suddenly out from the lunchroom there came a second wave 
of hysteria: Tonya and Stephan had been found/discovered.

Oops, August in his hurry to see Charlie had forgotten to 
close and secure the door or redress the two siblings. 
(and to further clench the deal that returning home was 
going to be a toughie, as Past events were being 
eradicated--on the floor of the storeroom a pair of 
panties had been found, they were NOT Tonya's--they were 
Ms. Ash. Stephan was in some BIG trouble!)

August shrugged, once an asshole, always an asshole. He 
moved up the hill and made a mental note to check the 
papers and other news when he got back to his right time-
-see whatever happened to ole Stephan & Tonya.

He couldn't recall if she had been at the reunion or not, 
either.

*

In the Girls Gym/Shower: it was like heaven. Well, August 
Moone's version/interpretation anyhow. Naked girls, girls 
just in their panties, girls changing clothes, girls--
girls--girls. Girls from 14 to 18, pretty--so-so, big, 
small, stout, tall, well rounded, and all tantalizing. 
Mostly white meat with a few dark meat and some south of 
the boarder. There were some Oriental fare along with a 
couple Eurasians and one token American Indian girl. 
Where to begin? Choices-choices. August smiled, he was 
like the proverbial kid in a chocolates shop (candy). He 
moved down the central aisle, checking the delights down 
the locker aisles. He held off (for now) causing any 
commotion--but it wouldn't be long in coming (cumming.)

There was an open door bathroom that took August's 
attention, in here there were several stalls whereupon a 
few had a girl perched nakedly or at the very least in 
her panties within. August stepped up, zapped the girl 
into a zombiefied state of being and enjoyed a sort of 
self-service blowjob.

When one of the four girls in the shitter had down her 
business and stood up to flush, August turned her about, 
positioned her hands on the toilet for support and banged 
off into her from behind.

When done with her--he went for a shower.

Only a small gaggle of delights were showering at his 
time of arrival. He fondled one, fingered another, some 
were of their own being, others were zombiefied. Those of 
their own who showed signs of freaking out he nipped 
quickly and quieted them down, then placed them up 
against the tiled wall and brought their legs up about 
his waist for a good and proper doinking.

Three girls he pegged while they were in the midst of 
changing clothes, sitting on the bench before their 
lockers. He was in pure heaven--this don't get no better 
than this! He proclaimed--girls as young as 14, as old as 
18, all shapes, all sizes, all colors, all delightful. 

When he could literally do no more he rested. He sought a 
small store room and chilled out there, his cock raging 
in dire agony (if not disbelief!)

*

His rest was long, he guessed half an hour of serious 
napping. That was good enough for revitalizing his 
schlong. Somewhat. It still ached, even his balls 
tingled. Too much of a good thing? (naw)

Another group of girls were in the shower, August ducked 
them and entered into the gym area. A volley ball game 
was in session. August entered into the bleachers, going 
underneath, hugging the wall. Here he found a delight in 
two teen girls "delighting" one another--kissing, 
petting, fingering. August zapped the two and got them 
naked, then out on the floor whereupon he noshed on their 
cunnies, sucked their titties and had them suck his cock 
before he fucked the two of them. Both had been virgins.

He left them 69ing one another, still naked, and missing 
their panties. Into the boys' gym he ventured, not 
interested in the naked boys in the shower area, but the 
cheerleaders in the gym. Mostly the young freshmen boys 
hidden under the bleachers looking UP to the cheerleader 
girls sitting above them. 

On the other side of the large gymnasium August found a 
teen girl sucking off the cock of a teen boy. A few feet 
further down the backside of the inside of the bleachers 
a teen jock seriously banged the twat of a young teen 
girl. The girl didn't seem to like it much and wanted the 
teen jock-ass to stop. Her dress was up, panties dangling 
off of one ankle, shirt ripped open to expose her young 
sixteen year old titties.

August took a mild interest in the rude goings on. Noting 
that the jock-ass was none other than broken nose tough 
guy Brett. "Take it, bitch!" he decreed and slammed 
himself into the hapless girl more and more.

August tapped his fingers together and mulled.

The plan wasn't much--but it firmly seated the fate, or 
sealed it. August figured his fate himself was already 
sealed so might as well make the best (or worst) of it. 
And it was very convenient that the news crews were still 
on campus--just as the 8th period class bell rang for 
attendance out of the main Girls' Gym doors came a 
stumbling confused (and naked) Brett Smart.

Tucked up his ass was a pair of panties (from the girl 
under the bleachers). In one hand a girl's bra, in the 
other another pair of panties. A most horrific scream 
came from out of gym. A girl's coach came out and she was 
pissed--she tackled the distraught/confused Brett and the 
news crew began filming it.

As many as five girls (plus the one from the bleachers) 
had been "raped" by Brett. Two other girl coaches came 
out and before the campus cops and regular city cops 
could intervene he was a bloody pummeled mess. One coach 
held the jock-ass up while another punched him in the 
stomach and then another kneed him in the bare naked 
balls.

*

The Boys' gym had some doings also, this after the campus 
had been virtually cleared and extra curricular 
activities were going on. It was now nearly 4:30. Back in 
the "crime area" August took note of one more thing of 
interest. In the coach's office he found a young freshman 
lad butt naked, laid out across the lap of a coach who 
was swatting the boy's bum.

Another tall lanky coach, Mr. Heeth stood butt bare assed 
naked shoving his cock into the boy's mouth. August 
remembered the two men, they were genuine class A 
assholes. After the boy's ass was tomato red, and Coach 
Heeth had successfully cum in the freshman's mouth--a 
rite of passage-initiation, Coach Hasster, who was doing 
the spanking, places the boy on the messy cluttered desk 
while Heeth holds his legs back. Hasster then pulls down 
his red gym shorts and stuff's the boy's rectum and 
promptly sodomized him.

August let them be and moved off, finding a pair of 
junior dudes giving one another a hand job out behind the 
handball courts. In the faculty parking lot he found Mr. 
James of sophomore math getting a nice blowjob from Diana 
Jambers. Diana was a nice perky friendly (very friendly) 
junior August knew semi okay. 

Carefully August continued wandering until coming up to 
the drama department area. Here inside (where it was 
cool) he found drama director Evelyn Nash bent over a bin 
of costumes while she sucked crazily away at senior class 
president Adam Fadwick all the while senior pain in the 
ass class clown Geoff George pegged her from behind. All 
three were nude and all three deeply involved in the 
scrogging. Ms. Nash seemed to be very willing and drank 
Adam's cock juice, spanked her own ass and could be 
easily any one of the boys' mother!

After pissing on a staff car and then leaving a nice 
healthy turd in the front seat of a security golf cart, 
August dressed and returned to visible mode. He was 
tired, shagged out, tired. After firing up his rebuilt 
Harley and zooming off he found Sally Ann walking home. 
She was almost there, about half way. A little peeved 
that someone who was supposed to come for hadn't.

She was a so-so friend of August's, they shared a couple 
of classes and were on the Speech & Debate team. She was 
very short, very curly headed, but had a wondrous smile, 
very near perfect round face, wonderful personality.

August pulled up alongside her as she walked carrying her 
books before her. She hesitated at the offering of "Wanna 
a ride?" all the business that had taken place at the 
school had been a little frightening. But she detested 
walking and had several blocks of city streets to go 
before home.

She climbed on board and August zoomed on.

But didn't take her home.naturally. 



Timing is Everything
Chapter Twelve: The Journey Beyond


Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! Sally didn't make it home--not right off. 
She was zombiefied and whisked to August's home firstly 
for a little spanking, cunnilingus, a bit o' water 
sports, and then straight sex on his bed. He banged her 
virgin pussy good and hard, spanked her harder and peed 
on her while she stood utterly confounded in his small 
rinky dink shower.

Thereafter he did return her to where she belonged, 
wiping her mind of her encounter with him and then he 
cruised on--he had stuff on his mind and needed to think.

He pretty much had concluded that getting back to 2000 
wasn't going to happen. It had been corrupted, probably 
right off from the onset. Whether or not that would have 
devastating or detrimental effects on his person or 
possible future he had no idea.

It bothered him to think that he had 20 years to re-live. 
Most of that time was not good. He floundered about 
aimlessly seeking his way. Was this then a possible 
chance at redemption?

Well, if so, he'd blown it.

*

Central High was not going to be the same--not for a 
while. August somewhat felt badly about that, it had 
gotten out of control. HE had gotten out of control. He 
didn't go to school the following day, or the next. Or 
the rest of that week. He worked a little for Mr. Peter's 
and motored about the town (of Flagstaff) before striking 
out for Tuba City and then Mexican Hat.

He changed his mind at the last minute, when zooming out 
along the highway up along the Painted Desert he got a 
serious case of the heebie-jeebies and stop. Had he seen 
Charlie Dugout back at the school, was it a warning, had 
he traveled back in time, too? Could he find the old 
prospector? 

Too many questions with no answers.

He returned to his hovel and brooded.

The beginning of a new week found August back at his old 
school. He wasn't there for any "attendance" and not 
really for any shenanigans. Just roaming, thinking, 
perusing a few books. He sat in the library and then 
moved to the cafeteria. Tons of cops were now on campus, 
tons of narly gossip flew like wild fire, too. Come the 
end of the day August sighted in on a one lovely Tammy 
Hewes. Another member from the Speech & Debate class. 
Flaming red hair, equally flaming personality; knew the 
words to the Brady Bunch and Gilligan's Island, the 
Munsters, etc. She was friendly and somewhat attractive. 

She was in the company of best friend Lee Ann. Lee Ann 
was cute, too, dark hair, super curly, friendly, shy & 
reserved. SHE was in a pair of super tight jeans, Tammy 
just in a pair of regular jeans. Both were most desirable 
and August desired them.

He gave them a ride--they were trusting and accepting 
fools. Tammy rode in front while Lee Ann rode behind. No 
helmets, three riders, zoom-zoom-zoom!

It was a short ride regardless, down the street, up two 
blocks, down the lee side of the some municipal airport 
(about 5 block lengths) then over the railroad tracks, 
one block more and a right turn and down half a block. 
August never powered down to 2nd, he slowed down a bit 
here and there but kept the throttle wide open--
exhilarating his passengers.

Tammy was heard to chortle--at the end of the ride--"I 
almost wet my pants!"

While the girls made for the house, August--naturally--
zapped them.

They were still jazzed from the perilous ride, but he 
managed. Their minds were wiped of his doings, including 
the ride. He then put it to them (figuratively) that he 
was not even there. (invisible mode) Thereafter the girls 
quickly were returned to their normal selves, just open 
for accepting August's SUGGESTIONS.

The house was Tammy's. Lee Ann often came to stay for a 
while before trudging to her own humble abode two more 
blocks down and two over. August was curious and would 
get to the Q&A a bit later on.

Inside the house was cool, no one home. The girls chit-
chatted, avoiding the newsworthy topic of what had 
happened at their school--and poor young Mr. Brett was 
being the one solely scrutinized as the culprit--along 
with Tonya's brother.

The girls sashayed down the hall and August was most 
amused, so carefree and chipper; nice asses, too. The two 
went on yapping, mostly Tammy doing all the yapping, 
yapping enough for the two of them.

When in Tammy's room down the hall, throwing their books 
down and such, August zapped them once again but with a 
Suggestion--'Take off your clothes.' They girls paused a 
moment, accepted the command and still yapping, being 
chipper, they began stripping down somewhat unaware of 
the fact of what they were actually doing! 

When down to their panties he had them stop. Bare tops 
and just in their undies.August was cool with that. Butt 
naked would be nicer, but for now--he wanted to see them 
prance about the house in their panties, assuming 
positions, sitting, bending--his cock ached terribly 
(still) and needed a little foreplay before anything 
else.

The girls got sodas from the fridge, walked around the 
house complying to August's commands, out into the garage 
and then out into the backyard. It was secure enough, 
high fence with shrubs and such. The girls went on 
nonchalant and August was quite elated.

At length he had them slip their panties off and waltz 
about naked.

August followed along just as naked, jerking off and 
finally halting the girls in the covered patio. He had 
Tammy bend over the picnic table there and he began 
fingering her hole. Onto his knees he went, licking her 
funky backdoor, probing the Hershey Highway with his 
tongue, flicks to her taint and then to the most glory of 
all glories--her flaming red twat.

Was she a virgin?

Yes. On all counts. Except for one--or two. Count One she 
DID jerk a boy's dick off, right to the cumming stage. 
She fondled his balls and slipped a finger daringly to 
his bung hole. On Count Two she DID allow a boy to suck 
her bodacious titties and slip HIS finger down to her 
most glory of all glories--but that was as far as it 
went. She didn't suck or take it up the ass.

But she wanted to.

But she feared pregnancy and catching some lame disease.

But she fingered banged herself--a lot. She tweaked her 
nipples and ran vegetables up and down her pussy, 
especially her wash rag while showering. She farted and 
had heard her brother's fart as well as her dad. She was 
the youngest of the brood having three boys older than 
she. She had never been molested but HAD played slight 
sex games with her brothers--exposing themselves, blatant 
masturbation, watching each other masturbate, running 
bare assed naked through the house on a dare, lighting 
farts, watching each other pee and pee out in the back 
yard and light touching.

Tammy had jerked off all three of her brothers, but never 
sucked them or allowed them into her other two orifices. 
The boys had looked right up close to her pussy and 
licked it but that was all.

August slipped into her asshole and fucked her into 
oblivion. His cock needed serious rest after buggering 
Tammy's hole. Cum oozed out and he wondered about having 
Lee Ann lick it clean. His cock was funky--real funky and 
slightly "stained." Still having the energy he probed 
her, rubbed Tammy's ass and learned that best friend Lee 
Ann DID desire a sexual fling with Tammy.

Tammy was just unaware.

Lee Ann fingered herself not thinking or dreaming or 
fantasizing about Boys--but about Tammy! Lee Ann HAD been 
molested by her step-father, her step-father's uncle, 
too. Both had taken pictures of her while she was naked. 
She had been forced to suck their cock and be fucked in 
the ass. Neither man fucked her pussy, but both sucked it 
good, though.

Both men were now in the state pen for child pornography, 
Lee Ann had nothing to do with it, they got sloppy and 
greedy and security issues went out the window. Tsk! Tsk! 
Tsk!

Lee Ann didn't necessarily hate or despise boys, not in 
general--but she clearly understood what they were about 
and what they wanted; PUSSY! Lee Ann frigged her young 
box almost on a daily basis, came often as well and 
licked her fingers. Unbeknownst to best friend Tammy, Lee 
Ann did more than rub various vegetable matter against 
her hot poon, she fucked herself with them!

With August's cock now fully revitalized with knowing Lee 
Ann's Answers to his Questions, he cleaned off his prick 
using Tammy's panties and stuffed his pork into Lee Ann's 
hungry quim.

His cock exploded deep inside the young girl, his body 
shuddered and toes and hair curled, then straightened out 
then curled again. The sensations of his actions were 
incredible. There was trembling and gyrating, bucking and 
humping. They moved from the picnic table to the grass 
and completed their illicit union moments later.

August was nearly drained, he peed on Lee Ann's poon and 
then lay out to bask in the late afternoon sun.

*

Before too long he moved to move the girls back inside 
the house, it was getting to hot outside. He showered and 
then showered with each of the girls, promptly reaming 
their assholes out and enjoying himself while he was in 
some dire agony.

He gave Tammy a good doinking on her bed, spanked her and 
was about to sink his desensitized schlong into Lee Ann's 
quim when the front door opened. "Tammy? Tammy, you home? 
Whose motorcycle is that outside?"

August rolled his eyes.

He could smell the newcomer moving down the hall, tossing 
her keys on the kitchen table as she moved. The woman had 
a wondrous scent about her and August barely had time to 
grab his Device (not his dick) and zap the woman before 
she saw what she shouldn't see.

He took a much needed breather, downed a soda and then 
came up behind the frozen-zombiefied woman at her 
daughter's bedroom door. She wore beige slacks and an 
off-white blouse, 32Bs, dangling gold loop earrings, and 
quite tall. Thin build, long jaw line, flaming red hair 
like her daughter's--but none of the boys had red hair.

August began fondling the woman, reaching around and 
squeezing her more than ample hooters, then undoing her 
slacks and lowering them. Her bra he undone and then went 
to his knees, kissing her panty clad ass before tugging 
the beige garment down and placing some hickies onto the 
cool flesh.

Her backdoor was virginal--was.

She had NEVER had sexual thoughts towards her sons. 
August doubted it and thought that she might be able to 
lie to herself in concerns of such matters. She DID, 
however, have some sexual desires to make out with a 
close girlfriend. She hardly ever handled her husband's 
cock. She claimed never to have given head and most 
usually when making love was in the typical Missionary 
Position. Sometimes she and hubby showered or bathed 
together--but that was about as risqu‚ as it got.

August sought to change all that.

First, a doinking!

Right in the hallway with her head inside her daughter's 
room, daughter Tammy and best friend Lee Ann laid out on 
the floor in a delicious 69er; August probed Jancie's 
asshole with his tongue before poking her strongly and 
then making determined anal entry.

His cock was screaming in pain and agony and very little 
pleasure. There was no cum to come, he was "empty." but 
determination was everything, he slapped the woman's 
fleshy ass and then rolled her onto her backside and 
promptly stuffed her cunt with his cock. No pumping, no 
humping, just letting the tender-sore-aching schlong 
"rest" somewhere nice and moist and pleasing. Taking this 
impromptu time-out he took the time to nosh on the 
woman's tremendously delicious 32Bs. He eyed the two teen 
girls on the floor as they continued 69ing, carefully he 
implanted notions for them to accept when he was gone--to 
continue their cuntlick exploration, to love one another, 
pee on one another, bath and fart in each other's face, 
to lick each other's hole and so on and so on.

His cock was near ready to resume humping when he heard a 
car door slam. "Son-of-a-bitch!" he whined. He scarcely 
had the strength but motivated himself to move the 
hapless naked mother up and into her room, laying her out 
on her bed. He then stood in the doorway which was right 
across from daughter Tammy's. Both Tammy and Lee Ann were 
still noshing.

In through the front door waltzed one of Tammy's older 
siblings, followed by a friend. The friend detoured into 
the kitchen to grab a soda, the brother called out for 
his mother and sister as he moved down the hall, turning 
into the hall bathroom.

Just as the toilet flushed and bathroom door opened, 
August nailed him.

The lad in the kitchen had already been "nailed."

August quenched his thirst again, this time with a beer 
from the fridge.

Thereafter he rested a good thirty minutes before 
continuing; which was to have the boys now get into the 
act. (After a brief Q&A)

Brother Rodger DID desire to peg his sister, in whatever 
hole he get in. He HAD screwed his girlfriend AND 
girlfriend's young sister--she was merely 13 and he 
enjoyed it greatly--but she had recently just informed 
him that she was "late." Rodger was not into sex with 
other guys, but DID jerk off with a best pal--like the 
one sitting in the kitchen. Rodger had no sexual thoughts 
about screwing his mother.

Jonesy did, though.

Jonesy--Rodger pal in the kitchen, wanted to fuck Ms. 
Hewes. Badly. He wanted to bang Rodger's sister, too. 
Jonsey wanted to fuck ANYTHING, except guys--he felt 
strongly about that. Jonesy was even hip to porking young 
girls (if he could get away with it.) but mostly he was 
hot for Ms. Hewes.

August smiled and after having the lads strip down he had 
them sandwich fuck Ms. Hewes--Jonesy in her pussy with 
son Rodger in her ass. August watched and wished he had 
his old camcorder. He pegged Lee Ann who was on top of 
Tammy and when he had filled Lee Ann's corn hole had 
Tammy underneath lick out Lee Ann's cum laden shitter. 
Both Rodger and Jonesy had cum successfully in Jancie. 
August's cock was not in the mood and so while the boys 
being teens were, he had them double team Tammy and then 
Lee Ann. August showed in COLD water, killed another 
bottle of beer and then fucked Jancie himself.

At five-thirty the other two brothers came home. The 
daddy of the family wouldn't be home for another hour. 
August had the two older boys strip and fuck everybody. 
August learned further that the boys--minus Jonesy, DID 
suck one another in their youth, butt fuck and gave one 
another hand jobs. They hadn't done so in a while, a long 
while. August returned them to doing such, now to involve 
their sister AND mother. (AND Jonesy!)

August could do no more and left the family naked, 
confused, abused, cum stained, with strange sexual 
thoughts rolling their heads (as they sat out in the 
backyard after a serious orgy.)

*

It was a week before he tempted fate again; his cock 
needed the vacation. There were plenty of "temptations" 
that sent him--somehow he managed to cool it and let them 
be. With school no longer in his future eh worked for the 
grouchy-grumpy asshole of the year Mr. Peter's full time 
and continued to evade the burning desire to make north 
his destination and seek out Charlie Dugout in the area 
of Mexican Hat.

In his spare time he dabbled in books, actually spending 
some time in the local libraries reading up on what he 
could (and could understand) about quantum mechanics, 
relativity, time travel, and physics. It was long boring 
drab reading and only a scooch did he pretend to 
understand.

Time he understood to be something like the wind, passing 
over events in some sort of chronological order; and no 
sooner is something along the way brought into 
perspective than it is swept away by the currents and 
another takes its place. This, too, to be swept away over 
and over again. 

The concept of time, ever since H.G. Wells' "The Time 
Machine" there has been the strong notion about traveling 
through time, one way or another along the chronological 
order. It was determined that though written history and 
the spoken word of history were grand and "good enough" 
for settling disputes and arguments of Who settled what 
first, who won what victory, who invented what and so on, 
SEEING such things taking place for ourselves seemed to 
be the logical point of progression. Many physicists 
studying time have concluded that though time is a 
constant it may in fact "loop" itself. Many other top 
physicists poo-poo this silly notion, decreeing that time 
IS a constant, going off into one continuous straight 
line and in no way capable of meeting itself.

There were several theories regarding the concept of Time 
Travel. Scientists all over the world had long since 
determined that there were actually no laws preventing 
such foolish endeavors. They made the astounding theorem 
about the discovery of wormholes.

These phenomena revealed that the "mouths" could be next 
to one another in the same space--but occupying a 
different point in time. Physicists then began to be 
concerned with the paradoxes this brought. Traveling back 
in time could cause unknown repercussions in the time 
traveler's future--say meeting himself, or some relative 
and inadvertently (or otherwise) causing that person's 
death. This would eliminate the time traveler of the 
future.

But would that time traveler stop existing in the present 
time he/she occupied? There were worries and concerns and 
much heated debates in the scientific world. And since no 
one had actually been documented traveling thru time and 
coming back to tell about it--well, it was all still 
theory and good science fiction hoopla.

*

After filling his noggin with shit that only sought to 
give him migraines, he returned to Central High; wrote 
more bad words on the blackboards, embarrassed the girls, 
forced jock-asses out of the gym butt naked, and banged 
his career counselor. 

She was not the prettiest woman, but she had been nice to 
him during his stay at the school and tried to help him 
while other counselor had already signed off on him. She 
had a private office and while she was by herself--he 
helped himself to having her strip naked for him and lay 
out on her desk. He banged off into her very furry poon 
and then poked her backdoor as well.

He kept her panties and left her in a slight disarray, 
cum stains on her titties and pussy, cock taste in her 
mouth, and narly twisted visions of desire for virtually 
every boy on campus.

After that he followed another classmate home, Julia.

Julia was another flaming red head, but different than 
Tammy--much different. Julia was an ultra skinny model, 
long straight fiery red hair, long narrow face, slight 
hips, and a proud member of the Itty-Bitty-Titty 
Committee. She was a virgin, but horny. She fingered 
herself often and used cucumber, zucchini, and bananas to 
get herself off. (she even sodomized herself with them!)

She was an honor student and liked classical music as 
well as odd behavioral tunes like grunge and punk rock. 
She was curious about sex and sexual doings--including 
what it WOULD be like to give head, to taste a guy's 
spunk, and be fucked in the ass by a real cock.

Like Tammy, she had siblings, all boys. Two older and one 
younger. Naturally as siblings they had seen one another 
in various stages of undress, and had exposed themselves 
semi-willingly to one another as well. But nothing more, 
nothing like Tammy and her brothers.

And Julia had no desires to be overly naughty with her 
brothers, either.

August was lightly amused to find while she stripped for 
him that she bore no panties. She only wore underpants 
when she was on her period. August worked himself into a 
frenzy and then into her mouth--filling her mouth with 
his large organ (and subsequent spunk).

She didn't seem to mind and lapped up the ooze and sucked 
his quickly limping prick with vigor and vim (on her 
own!) Thereafter she sucked on his balls and for a lark 
he turned about and had her go for his dirt chute. She 
did so partially on her own and on August's will.

Then, right in the hallway he sank his burning bone into 
her poon. It was far better than any vegetable. She had 
busted her own cherry with a cucumber months earlier so 
there was no "blood" to worry about soiling the carpet.

When done thrashing about on the floor, August sucking on 
her "A" cup titties, the girl peed. A great gushing 
orgasmic whiz. THAT soiled the carpet. August didn't 
care, it wasn't HIS fucking carpet. He straddled the girl 
and peed on her chest, face, and then the last bit on her 
pussy.

Right at the pivotal point of cumming in her asshole as 
she lay across her bed--the front door opened.

August sighed--shook his head and listened as the 
"mother" bitched about "whose bike was that out in the 
drive?" he snickered and completed his task with Julia 
then zapped the mother. (Here we go again!)

*

There WAS a girl that August was sweet on--mostly out of 
desperation. She wasn't overly attractive or overly 
unpleasant. She was sweet enough, pretty in a homely sort 
of Plain Jane way. She was smart but not honor student 
smart. She had a body that was okay and desirable enough 
to shag. And her name was Leanne. (lot of Lee Ann's in 
this segment, huh?) This Leanne had short dark hair, dark 
eyes, very well rounded face with dimples. She had a 
slight Texas drawl but not overly present when she spoke. 
She was an all around good egg and could tell just as 
dirty raunchy jokes as any guy.

But she was a player, too; going from August to another 
boy, a friend of August's. But as August had a ride, the 
Harley, she most often teamed up with him rather than 
August's friend who did NOT have a ride.

They usually went for rides out to the country, up into 
the mountains, out to the desert, to the movies, park, 
etc. He had no phone so he usually just "showed up" at 
her door and announced himself.

On his most recent "show up" Leanne was unable to 
accompany him. She had "house chores" to do. Her mother, 
Joann was not 100% pleased with motorcycle rider August, 
but she was pleasant with him anyways.

August of 2000 took a backseat (for the time being) while 
August of 1980 took charge. After learning Leanne would 
be unable to go out with him for the day (it was 
Saturday) she instead invited him in. August had never 
gotten anywhere with the girl, just handholds and nothing 
more--not even a KISS!

August of 2000 was going to change that!

*

Her mother was home, along with an older brother, both 
playing cards at the kitchen table. Leanne was doing 
kitchen detail and baking a cake. An older-older bro was 
at work while a younger one was at baseball camp. The 
daddy, too, was at work and August 1980-2000 was horny.

In between doing kitchen detail and checking on the cake 
Leanne and August '80 entered into the den just off from 
the kitchen, occupied space on the carpet and played a 
silly parlor game--Yathzee.

This day Leanne wore bright yellow shorts. Terrycloth 
shorts that were very short and a loose fitting summer 
sleeveless top. While sitting Indian-fashion across from 
August, there was a slight reveal of Leanne's crotch--
crotch and panties.

Not a great reveal, but enough to send August '80-00 into 
serious fits.

She didn't seem to be doing it on purpose, though. When 
she got up to check her cake, August pulled out his 
Device and promptly zapped the girl upon her return. He 
had her sit down and he leaned in to her, kissed her and 
fondled her breasts right then and there. Then whispered 
to her in asking: "Are you a virgin?"

She was under the guise of the Q&A aspect of the Device 
and unable to resist blurting out, "No."

August would wait until later to learn "who."

"Pull your shorts open," he told her nextly, "show 
yourself."

No resistance at all, the naughty teen pulled the crotch 
of her shorts to one side exposing her nice padded panty 
panel. August leaned back, his bone was about ready to 
bust thru his jeans. He could hear the voices of Leanne's 
mother and brother, they were just across the open hall, 
the den had no door.

August mulled, considered, then shrugged--'Why not?' he 
had Leanne stand up and make her way to her room. August 
followed; having Leanne pull her shorts down to the 
crease of her ass. When just a few feet down the hall and 
almost to her bedroom he had her take her panties down to 
the crease of her ass.

Once in her room he had her strip down to her Birthday 
Suit and lay out on her bed. With her legs pulled back 
August went to his knees and began eating her well 
trimmed furburger.

He was just about to stuff Leanne's furburger with his 
fatdog when, "Leanne, you checking this cake of yours?" 
her mother shouted from the kitchen. August dipped his 
prick into Leanne and pumped quickly, then withdrew and 
collected his Device and eased up the hall--eyes on the 
front door directly ahead. He paused and then began 
manipulating the Device to work its wondrous magic.

When the two Subjects at the kitchen table had ceased 
their endless yapping and card shuffling, August stepped 
around the corner. They were silent and not alarmed at 
August's sudden appearance naked. He stepped up to Joann 
and rubbed his aching bone against her face, then turned 
her head and pushed his prick into her mouth.

He directed "Scott" sitting at the table to stand and 
strip naked.

The 19 year old complied. He was not a virgin, but had 
never fucked his sister--although he wanted to. He and 
his brothers had fucked each other, sucked one another 
off, and had participated in a gang rape of a young 
twelve year old girl some years back. Several times the 
brothers wanted to gang rape Leanne but held off as they 
knew she would rat them out and their father would kill 
them.

There was some slight interest in desire of wanting to 
shag their mother. August smiled and shot a wad into 
Joann's mouth, smeared the spunk all over her and then 
while he rested against the sink had the mommy strip 
naked herself. She was older, a little out of his league 
and class, sexually speaking. But she DID give good head. 
She sometimes sucked her husband! She sometimes sucked 
her girlfriend's tits AND pussy! She SOMETIMES had 
lingering naughty thoughts about sexual relations with 
her sons AND daughter. As young boys she had often 
fondled them in a sexual manner--the boys and while they 
suckled her breasts as infants and toddlers--she often 
soiled her panties with an orgasm!

She had long buried those illicit doings and thoughts and 
had not had a sexual romp with her girlfriend in years--
although she longed to. August had something to work with 
here!

He worked tediously several minutes implanting notions of 
the narly and twisted kind, putting Joann to her knees 
and "servicing" her son like she always wanted to do. 
Then August returned to Leanne and fucked her silly.

*

School was out, done with, over. He hadn't been a part of 
the graduation. He didn't care. He was confused, 
confused, confused. He had returned to Central High only 
to tag the 24, as well as a few "extras." Thereafter he 
kept to himself and thought about what had transpired, 
was there anyway to "fix" it?

Casually he thought maybe he could traipse over to one of 
the universities and seek out a professor on the subject 
of time travel. Maybe he could finger it out himself. 
Maybe pigs would fly.

He did begin returning his attention to the Device, 
tempting fate by again pressing the sensory touch 
buttons, again getting the same reply DESTINATION DOES 
NOT EXIST PLEASE RE-ENTER.

On a fluke he re-pressed the buttons but in the opposite 
order.

DESTINATION ACCEPTED ENTER YEAR came on the screen. 
August nearly fainted. He couldn't believe it. All this 
time and all he needed to do was input the code 
backwards!! "Son-of-a-bitch!" he bitched. In frustration 
he jammed his finger to the appropriate date entry.

The screen blanked out momentarily and then flashed IS 
THIS CORRECT Y/N? Angrily August pressed Y. and then 
noticed the Date Entry: 1800 uh-oh 



Timing is Everything
Chapter Thirteen: Missing No More




He had been on some bad trips before--but this was 
ridiculous! Nothing much of it he could remember, only 
that it was ten times as bad as the previous Time Trip. 
Again he had seen mathematical equations, algebra 
numbers, formulas way beyond August's concept. More 
shapes, math shapes, some he recognized, most others were 
beyond him.

Again, as before, he floundered helplessly in an upset 
raging thick green sea. Again a huge wave pummeled him 
and sent him crashing onto a black "sand-like" shore. He 
rested after his tumultuous experience, waited until his 
eyes adjust to the scenery--which wasn't much. Seaward 
there was just an inky blackness and he could only see so 
far. Left and Right were pretty much the same.

Up along the shore left and right was something of a 
tropical island, much like his previous incident. There, 
too, much like the previous, were palm trees and shrubs 
right up to the edge of the small shore. The shore was 
black sand-like but not like any sand August knew of. The 
trees all were black in bark and surface but with all 
those math shapes and numbers emblazoned on them.

Waits for a bit, feels no wind, no pain, no sensations at 
all. "Ahem! Hello?" he says just fucking because. Noticed 
quickly that there was something definitely amiss--his 
voice didn't sound quite right. It was his voice, sure, 
but it seemed to lack substance.

Slowly he came up to the edge of the "jungle". Nothing 
stirred, he smelled nothing, felt nothing. This wasn't 
like before, before there had been that sudden "rip", the 
bright light streaming through a hole. He fondled his 
chin, realized that he was NAKED, and wondered where 
exactly he was going to end up. The Device in his hand 
seemed to be off-line, there were no readings at all. 

1800. He couldn't believe it. He assumed (he assumed) 
that he had punched in the wrong number in his foolish 
haste. 1800. He sighed, "Shit." then, "Shit--shit--shit--
shit--shit!" Copping a squat on the "sand" he crossed his 
legs--he wasn't going no dam place unless he absolutely 
had to. Running his fingers through the course black 
"sand" he found that it was indeed very much like the 
sand he knew--but it was a tad bit different--in that it 
was almost plastic-like. Something akin to silicon or 
something.

Curiously he wondered if TIME passed at all within--
within--within wherever the hell he was. He had to assume 
some sort of Transition. His thoughts returned to 
Charlie, the transitional time he had been in at the 
military-government installation, the tunnels, the pirate 
ship. That episode in his life had been quite the little 
adventure. Now years later he was enduring yet another.

He heard a warbling from a distance. It was the only 
sound and worth investigating. He held his ground though, 
for a while. Not certain if it meant anything or what, 
but he slowly arose and began trudging through the heavy 
dense overgrowth of "foliage" to the sound.

As he drew closer the sound increased. He saw nothing, 
though. All around him was jungle, the color scheme being 
the "air" was black, inky black sky, ground, and out some 
500 yards or so. The trees and shrubs and even the 
boulders were black & green, with mathematical equations 
written into them, shapes and such as the like like that 
there.

There was no path per se, so he made his own, narrowing 
in on the only sound there was; he at length came to a 
great pond being filled with flowing water--that made 
absolutely no sound at all. The water was black, the 
waterfall feeding it was green with number seen in the 
spray. The "warble" sound was from behind the fall; he 
could only assume now that there was a cave of some sort 
behind.

The water beheld no substance, there was nothing, he ran 
his hand through it and then waded out into it. It felt 
odd to him, a little tingling sensation but nothing more. 
He swam out to where the fall crashed into the lifeless 
pond and then climbed about the boulders until he found 
as he assumed a cave.

It was much darker inside the cave, but he found what he 
thought was something of a torch. Being naked and all he 
had no means in which to create a fire. So he sat just 
inside the entrance of the cave, brooding. The warble 
sound was from down deep inside the cave. As he sat with 
back against the wall, eyes staring at the perfect drawn 
numbers on the wall, small thoughts began to occur to 
him. He chalked it up to watching too damn many science 
fiction movies. But then again, what could it hurt.

First he muttered aloud, "Two plus Two--equals Four!"

It was worth a shot.

Nothing happened, though. As expected. But what were the 
mathematical equations and such doing on the walls, the 
trees, and boulders? There seemed to be no logical order 
to it, just random selections of prime numbers, binary 
numbers, algebra equations, exponents, and then all the 
shapes.

"Ahem!" he said clearing his throat, "A prime number is a 
positive integer that has exactly two positive integer 
factors." end quote. He chortled to himself--his math 
teachers WERE right, you'll never know when you'll need 
higher math functions!

When nothing happened he leaned forward and read the 
numbers off the wall. After spouting off a random series 
of exponent numbered equations, suddenly there came a 
flame from the torch.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed.

He was taken and shaken and confused--and delighted.

But confused, still, just the same.

*

With torch in hand he hugged the wall and made his way 
along. The cave was not like other caves (or tunnels) he 
had ever explored--this cave was smooth and virtually 
straight. He could stand up and move along without 
mishap.

The warbling sound drew him closer and closer.

After several yards the cave opened up to a large room. 
He no longer needed the "torch" as in the center was 
great light already. The room depressed in a slant 
downward with what looked to be steps in one big circle, 
like an amphitheatre. Centralized was a great fountain 
whereas in the middle instead of water there was what 
August had seen in the early "adventure", a rip opening.

As it grew larger and larger the warbling sound 
increased.

Slowly he advanced down the steps to the flat area. The 
light was great as was the sound, he had to poke his 
fingers in his ears as well as shun the increasing bright 
light. As before, he assumed that he had to step through 
the opening.

*

He lay still for a long time--unable to move for one, too 
frightened to move for two. Every fiber of his being was 
on fire. He couldn't get his breath, he couldn't hear, 
see, smell, anything. He felt numb (and on fire) at the 
same time. He hoped that this would pass. It was like 
something of giving birth he reckoned--the figurative 
sense, not literally, gals.

Slowly his senses began to return to him and his body 
settled. There was a lingering "whine" in his ears, he 
tasted salt in his mouth and his vision was a bit blurry. 
These things, too, decreased to allow him to look around 
at his new surroundings.

There were trees. Normal trees. Oaks he took them to be. 
It was hot, he was sweating and the sun was blazing. 
There were grasses, though not green. He saw boulders and 
a squirrel, lizards crossed his path, a bird screeched 
high o'er head and landed in one of the nearby trees.

With extreme strength he sat up. He seemed to be on a 
hill, a dry grassy hill and that was all. Many moments 
were going to be needed before he got his senses about.

The first thing he needed to do was to find some water, 
he was parched! After standing on wobbly legs and tumbled 
and rolled and rolled and tumbled some more before 
rolling down the hill he had been on. That hurt. His 
shoulder and shins and hands and knees. Scrambling back 
to a standing position he looked wildly about to make 
sure he hadn't been "pushed" or anyone had seen him fall.

No worries there, there was no one about.

Doggedly he stumbled along seeking shelter under the 
great oaks, for their shade. He was hungry and thirsty, 
those two items held precedence and nothing else. 

Not a breeze one did he feel, even under the shade of the 
trees didn't help much. There were few acorns, and the 
ones that he did manage to grab he got bitched out at by 
the squirrels. He stumbled along coming up to another 
down hill. It looked down into a long wide valley. He 
could see clearly enough, a distant horizon beheld some 
huge snow capped mountains. Where he was he had no 
fucking idea. He sighed and copped a squat on the lip of 
the hill trying his best and noshing on the acorns. A 
slight breeze DID stir up, bringing a little coolness. He 
found that he had long hair, shoulder length. Had it 
always been this way. His mind was frapped and unable to 
make much processing thoughts of who he was, where, when, 
how, etc. Something began stirring in his noggin, though.

In the distant down in the valley in among the trees he 
caught the sound of something he wasn't sure of. It was 
difficult to make out; he strained and listened and 
couldn't make sense of it anyways. He saw what looked 
like dust stirred up.

He waited. And waited. And waited some more. A red tailed 
hawk settled in the oak beside him, it screeched, pranced 
on the branch and dropped a load of poo. August took this 
as a sign to get moving.

It was a long ways down the dry grass hill, right out in 
the open and down in the valley wasn't going to be much 
better. Rugged hills, boulders, hot blazing dirt (no sand 
he noticed), and dry-dry grass. The oak trees and other 
assorted tress gave very little aid in his distress.

A creek, though, DID give aid. He smelt the water long 
before he heard it. He had to pause and prance in place 
before striking out into the direction of life giving 
soothing H2O.

It wasn't a big creek, but it would do. He wasn't 
complaining. It was refreshing and he drank his fill 
while residing in the cool waters. He felt a few fish nip 
him and swim by, if he had the means of a campfire he 
would have caught some. But didn't so he moved on.

Through the trees, now, there were lots and lots and lots 
(and lots?) of trees about, mostly oak. Flat land with 
rolling hills all about. A deer scurried off to one side, 
something slithered off in another. A breeze wafted in 
and among the trees, the sun baked him and at length he 
came to another hill rolling down into another valley.

By now the sun was beginning to set. The air was turning 
just a tad bit cooler than the day had been. He was 
hungry, damn hungry, a lot confused, and naked. He could 
only recall his name, August. Nothing more. Right now 
nothing more mattered. He settled under a great oak and 
waited. 

Night creatures can be such a pain in the ass. Coyotes 
and other assorted critters strove to make his first 
night in a new world miserable. As he rested, watching 
the sun disappear beyond the vacant horizon and the moon 
begin its long rise to the sky, slowly he began to 
retrieve bits & pieces of August Moone, adventurer 
extraordinare!

By morning's light there were still "gaps" but he felt 
assured that he soon would recall all he needed to know. 
He basically had conceived the notion that he was a Time 
Traveler. Just how and why and wherefrom he lacked 
knowing. (uh-oh)

Down the new hill he went, catching something odd wafting 
on the breezes. His stomach hurt and he was getting a 
headache from the lack of nourishment. He got a spooky 
feeling and began entering into Stealthmode as he 
traipsed, coming out to a clearing where he saw a dirt 
road.

The road had huge ruts in it. To the left following the 
road it went meandering up into some craggy rocky hills. 
To the right it meandered out through a flat empty 
valley. The heat was already turning high and August 
could just see something down the road. There was a fire!

He paused a moment and could indeed smell the smoke in 
his nostrils, but there was something else there, too. As 
his confounding curiosity drew him in the "smell" in his 
nostrils began to repulse him. As he drew nearer he saw 
that there were what appeared to be old wagons, covered 
wagons. There was a dead horse in the road and then he 
saw some bodies.

"Shit."

*

At the tragic scene there were at least half a dozen male 
bodies strewn about the landscape. Four big canvas 
covered wagons were on fire, two others had been toppled, 
another had run off the road and up into the trees, 
possible to try and get away. Five big horses were among 
the dead. The smell of the dead was horrid.

August scrambled to try and make sense of it, had there 
been a head-on-collision? He couldn't think straight. No, 
that was silly. Befuddled he came upon a woman, naked, 
tied to a wagon wheel bloodied all over her body, 
especially between her legs. Her throat had been slit, 
too.

A young teenage girl he found nextly, then a young boy no 
more than ten who had been scalped. Three men in their 
early twenties the same manner out in the trees. August 
then spied the arrows, flaming arrows; pierced here and 
there, into the wagons, into the bodies of the settlers. 
He was repulsed by the brutality of the massacre. It 
didn't sit with him well. So, when he came to the end of 
the massacre site his rage seethed within him; on the 
ground helpless was a young girl about twelve--being 
raped by a Savage. The Indian was big and naked and 
relentless in his doings.

Tied to an upturned wagon was a woman--possibly the young 
girl's mother, and two other girls plus a young boy. 
Another Indian stood by rummaging thru a toppled trunk. 
Two horses out in the woods were theirs. No one else 
seemed to be about.

When the big Indian got his nut finally in the young 
girl, he pulled out and wrenched the child about, placing 
her into a doggie-style whereupon he began seriously 
spanking her, finger gouging her asshole before slamming 
his big Indian dick up into her--then running his blade 
across her throat!

He pumped madly as her life ebbed away, stood up and 
licked the bloody blade and leered at the remaining 
captives. The woman sobbed quietly, mouth open, mind 
gone. The big Indian with cum drizzling from his uncut 
schlong stepped up to the woman, sneered at her and 
ripped her dress open. With her breasts bare to him he 
groped them, sucked on them and continued shredding her 
dress.

August held his pose were he was, hidden behind one of 
the other wagons. Beside him the lifeless nude body of a 
fifteen year old girl, raped and with her throat slit. A 
boy no more than eight lay crumbled nearby, he was nude 
as well, sodomized, throat slit, testicles and penis 
missing, as well as being scalped.

The other Indian not so big continued rummaging through 
all the spilled belongings. Surely these two couldn't be 
responsible for the melee, August assumed that they 
weren't, they were just the laggers.

Suddenly August spotted something of use--but it was out 
of reach--he would have to cross out into the open to the 
wagon partially blazing. But there was a Winchester rifle 
laying there. 

The big Indian left the distraught mindless woman and 
stood before one of the two girls tied to the wagon. She 
was about sixteen. Pretty she was, blond hair in curls, a 
pretty dress. She had ribbons in her hair as well as 
blood. Big Indian began shredding her dress with his 
still bloody blade, not caring that he was slicing into 
the delicate skin of the girl. Once mostly naked he began 
roughly fingering her poon, sucking on her breasts and 
groping her ass. His cock, however, was not in the mood. 
He slapped it against her body then began kissing her, 
forcing his tongue inside her young mouth before grabbing 
her legs and putting them about his waist.

Rummaging Indian came up with trinkets, something of a 
jewelry case. He also found a Derringer. Toying with it 
he blew his brains out. Literally. The sound of the 
report startled Big Indian and as he whirled about and 
stared at his stupid companion, August dashed across the 
road to the burning wagon, grabbed the rifle and slinked 
down among the dead.

He held his breath for a long while, cautiously peering 
about to see if the Big Indian had seen him. There was 
nothing. He couldn't hear all that well as the wagon he 
hid behind was burning. Slowly he crept out, the rifle 
cocked and rarin' to go.

Peeking around the corner he saw the nude body of the 
sixteen year old still tied to the wagon with blood 
gushing down her chest. Big Indian had now wrenched the 
other girl, thirteen or so, off of the wagon and had her 
in a doggie-style, spanking her and doing his best to 
sodomize her.

August summoned his courage, held his breath, and pulled 
the trigger.

The report forced August backwards, tumbling over the 
dead and burning wreckage. Scrambling to recover he 
rolled into the roadside ditch and then came up to where 
the Indians had been doing their thing. Big Indian lay on 
top of the damaged girl who was miraculously still alive. 
Big Indian had brain matter splatter all over the place.

He stepped up and pushed the Big Fuck over and from out 
of the corner of his eyes he saw movement. He reacted too 
late--the Rummaging Indian fired the Derringer and struck 
August. He knew no more for a long while. Welcome to 
Walnut Grove

 (a parody involved here)
 (featuring the cast from Little House on the Prairie) 

*****

"He's coming around." a voice said.

Sort of. He wasn't sure. He felt awful. Just awful. Again 
he couldn't think straight, again he couldn't detect 
much--only that he was in some kind of pain. His toes 
curled as he struggled to send the pain elsewhere. A fire 
burned in his shoulders and another in his head.

"Easy son, just rest easy." came a soothing voice. August 
tried to focus, there was a strong ringing in his ears, a 
burning in his nose. He tried to speak but only 
sputtered. A hand came to his neck, raising him up and 
offering him a drink from a glass.

Slowly he began to see that he was in the company of a 
man, well dressed with one of those pocket watches strung 
across his vest. A striped vest, dark. A long sleeved 
dress jacket, white shirt with an odd bow tie at his 
throat. He was not an old man, in his forties, he seemed 
strong and rugged but with kind blue eyes.

"Hello, I'm Doctor Baker." the man said seguing into a 
broad smile.

August tried to speak once more but couldn't.

"You've take a nasty hit, but I think you're going to be 
all right, now."

August gave him that, "Huh?" look. A nasty hit?

"Do you remember anything?" the doctor asked him.

August tried, he really tried, but all that filled his 
mind were images he couldn't make sense of -- followed by 
the images of the massacre.

"It's all right, son, you're memory will come back in a 
few days."

The doctor stood and refilled the glass, setting it down 
on an antique off-white nightstand. "You just rest easy 
now, I've got some other things to do." he seemed 
cheerful enough and August had no cause to fear him.

The doctor left and August looked strongly at his newest 
surroundings: painted off-white clapboards made up the 
room's walls. A plain ceiling, some windows, another 
small bed and a couple of dressers sandwiching a long 
table with doctor-like instruments and books on it.

There was a window nearby, August peered out it and saw 
people. All sorts of people, and horses. No cars, no 
trucks, no pavement. A dirt road with old western-like 
buildings up along the street. Kids and women in various 
styles of dress, odd manner of dress styles, too. He 
licked his lips and continued to try and make sense of 
it.

When moving his head--bad idea. His whole world made him 
ill and he lay back onto the cool fluffy pillow. He 
thought he heard what sounded like muffled voices, from 
outside? Another room? He couldn't be sure. He reached 
for the water glass and lost his grip, the glass fell and 
broke onto the floor.

Seconds later the door whisked open and the doctor came 
in, followed by two other men. One was bald and resembled 
a store keeper of some such, the other wore an old faded 
hat, long dark curly hair, rugged broad shouldered; a 
farmer no doubt.

"Sorry." August managed to blurt out.

"Don't worry about it." smiled the doctor as he quickly 
cleaned up the mess. Catching the eye of the other two 
men August managed a bleak smile.

"Hello," spoke the farmer, "I'm Charles Ingalls," he 
stuck out his hand and smiled big, and introduced the 
other man as Nels Olsen.

The handshake from August was weak, he then caught the 
delightful scent of something wondrous. His mind 
frantically sought to bring to mind what that wondrous 
smell was. Nothing came to mind but he didn't care--it 
was FOOD!

And food it was. There were voices from the outer room, 
the men made way as a tall woman in a full dress outfit 
came ushering in, she carried a rustic antique picnic 
basket and set it down. From within the blue checkered 
cloth concealing the contents came fresh homemade 
chicken.

August's mouth drooled and he scarcely could pay 
attention to the conversation that was taking place 
between he and the newcomer, who happened to be the 
farmer's wife, Ms. Caroline Ingalls.

The convo seemed to be about the doctor's concern for the 
"patient's" ability to eat just yet after his harrowing 
experience. To wit Caroline replied, "Nonsense." the 
chicken fresh baked was placed on some small cloths, a 
glass of lemonade was poured, there was fresh hot baked 
cornbread muffins and a piece of hot apple pie for 
desert!

August smiled and devoured every morsel. He didn't care 
where he was or WHO--this place was great! There was a 
"washroom" with a sink and a pitcher of water. But that 
was about it. No toilet, no shower. After everyone had 
finally left, he had stuffed himself well, the time came 
that he was in another "need." There was a backdoor--that 
had a small path leading out to a small structure. 'Oh 
no.' the sudden realization of where he was, in what time 
period really began to sink in. Outdoor plumbing, an 
outhouse.

He made his way and did his thing, collecting his 
thoughts and sighing deeply stinking up the place. When 
"done" he emerged to make his way back, he still wasn't 
too up to par, he had been shot! His head was wrapped and 
was dressed in a so-so smock gown covering. 

On his way back he was chanced upon by a sweet young 
girl. She was possibly ten, maybe. A short dress, black 
stockings, long brown hair, and a dirty face. She smiled 
at him and August paused momentarily--then he began to 
think about her more sternly with more interest.

Upon blinking his eyes, his mind reverted and he suddenly 
realized--

'Oh shit!' the Device! Where was it! He began to panic.

"Hello." chirped the little girl. 

August knelt down, peeved at himself that he was now 
REALLY stuck in whatever time period he was in now, and 
smiled at the little girl. She came up close to him, 
trusting thing wasn't she? She held his hands, he held 
hers, his cock rose to attention and he drank her in.

'Boy I'd like to see you naked.' he chimed to himself.

The little girl continued to smile and look charming, 
despite her dirty face and appearance. Then, she let go 
of his hands and stood back, growing a little serious and 
she began pulling off her dress!

August gulped, stared at her, blinked his eyes 
excessively and tried to make sense of this new nuance. 
He was more confused than ever.

Not much on the underwear department, long white leggin 
briefs, bloomers just to mid thigh. The dress she 
promptly pulled over her head and then casually dropped. 
She did pause and put on the persona of confusion 
herself. August blinked his eyes again and tried to think 
clearly--if not quickly.

Taking a look around--this was NOT the best place to be 
up to any shenanigans. They were out in the open. They 
were behind the buildings of the town, but the town's 
buildings were not set up in straight lines.

Quickly he took the girl's hand, picked up her dress and 
whisked her--into the shitter. It was close at hand and 
most private. It was a little roomy in there, stinky, and 
private. The little girl seemed to have no problem with 
but August did.

As soon as he was within the small wooden stinky 
outbuilding he saw a flash of something in his eyes. As 
he took note of this it was determined not to be so much 
as IN his eyes as it was in his vision. Blinking hard and 
concentrating just as hard he took note that seemingly on 
the back wall of the shit house there appeared to be a 
multi-colored green box with horizontal lines, numbers 
and calculations on one line while on another was a long 
wavy line.

Another line had what appeared to be a statement: I'd 
like to see you naked.

He gulped again. What the fuck?

Blinking his eyes, shaking his head, closing his eyes 
hard then reopening he looked again--the vision had 
cleared. It was then that he became acutely aware that 
holding his hand was the little girl--who was showing all 
the signs of freaking out.

'Uh-oh.' Now he was in trouble. Panic began to settle in 
him as he quickly tried to finger a way out of this one. 
The little girl began to wail and stamp her feet. "Oh, I 
wish you'd be quiet!" he bellowed.

Seconds later she was.

August so noted that the "green display" was once more 
occupying his vision.

*

Her skin was smooth, soft, supple. She smelled a bit but 
that was alright--it mingled nicely with the wafting funk 
emitting upwards from the poop hole. The wooden lid was 
down covering the hole lest she should misstep and fall 
in. That would be bad. Her undergarments had been removed 
and the little girl herself placed up on the wooden box 
seat of the crapper. August fondled her ass, kissed her, 
and diddled his fingers to her non-virginal cunny.

Tessie was soon laid out on the toilet seat box, legs up, 
shoulders down. August brought his aching (aching to 
fuck) cock to the child's quim and began a steady bout of 
grinding against it. Who had she been having sex with? 
August asked the question, saw it in the green 
HeadsUpDisplay box and the answer was: "Daddy!" 

August slowly entered his own cock, emptying his frapped 
mind and enjoying himself, sweating profusely, straining, 
still trying to make sense of what had happened and how 
and why and how and why. ****

*

Once safely back in his "room" he rested his eyes and 
began working on how it had happened. Was it "wishful" 
thinking or what? After fucking the little girl, fondling 
and finger fucking her asshole, "I want you to forget 
about meeting me." he told her. "Do you understand?" to 
wit Tessie smiled and nodded and nodded her pretty little 
head that she would.

He remained in the shit house and watched her as she 
scooted merrily along her way without so much as a wave 
goodbye. (She DID dig at her butt and crotch.)

Closing his eyes tight then reopening them did not bring 
up the HUD. Excessive blinking, though, did. Five blinks 
in rapid succession brought up the HUD. The Device in a 
new form, in his head!

Seriously he did not know if this was a bad thing, it was 
more convenient, sure, but what were the repercussions? 
It was a fantastic trip regardless.
He grew tired (and bored) of waiting for Doc Baker to 
return, he meandered out into the waiting room and 
office, then opened the front door and stepped out onto 
the porch. He wasn't dressed for waltzing about the town 
so he remained where he was.

*

A girl approx. 16 years came walking by, long curly blond 
hair, long dress, a Plain Jane, but pretty enough. As she 
moved on by without a glance to him, August blinked five 
times and brought up the HeadsUpDisplay. He was beginning 
to realize the scope and depth (and trouble) that he was 
in. Recalling just who he was, his past--er, future, was 
slowly filling his common thoughts.

Taking a big risk he called for the girl, via the HUD, 
had her meet him around the back of the doctor's 
building, and nixed going back into the shit house--that 
stunk. He instead whisked her into the doctor's house 
itself, the back room where there were some storage 
stuff. He didn't bother with getting the girl's name--he 
was horny.

Under the dress there was something of an underdress, a 
complicated layer of clothing serving as underwear--full 
body length. The girl he positioned over a canvas covered 
pile of equipment & supplies, got her underclothes down, 
cheeks spread, and began plowing away steadily at her 
very tight virginal backdoor. The sensation was 
tremendous. It was wondrous. It was orgasmic!

As the doctor was due to return any time soon without 
warning, the place where he did his business was not 
overly secure he let the girl go, just creaming her 
asshole. A hickie he placed on each cheek, fondled her 
titties and had her stroke his schlong, thrust his tongue 
into her sweet young mouth, and finger fucked her virgin 
pussy before letting her return along her way.

Ten minutes later and the doctor DID return.

*

The year was 1875, August. The Universal Postal Union had 
been established in July. Jesse James was the biggest 
new, robbing a train in Otterville, Missouri; and the 
world's first roller skating rink opened in London. Civil 
war hero Ulysses S. Grant was the US president.

August Moone was in 1875, eighty-six years before he was 
born!

The place was a small homestead-town called Walnut Grove. 
He didn't think he was in Arizona any more, he assumed 
that he little trek through the "jungle" and then the 
cave had moved his destination. That was alright, he 
doubted that he would be able to get back home, 
especially with the Device Item 0110 now seemingly apart 
of him.

The town didn't have a sheriff or a marshal. There was no 
mayor but a governing body called a town committee. They 
had a post office, school, church, hotel, general store, 
livery stable, and possibly a hundred or so peoples lived 
in Walnut Grove. It was quaint and August thought he 
could do himself well here--in this time period. He 
wasn't sure, it remained to be seen.

He knew to play his cards cool, be aware and sharp. This 
was not the place to get caught doing something--they 
hung people back in the old west and did it damn quick, 
too!

That evening Caroline Ingalls was back with more chicken, 
buttermilk basted chicken, more apple pie, refreshing 
lemonade. August was pleased and casually wondered (to 
himself) what she looked like in the nude. She was in her 
thirties but that was okay.

Her husband, Charles and some of the other townspeople 
had come, despite Doc Baker's decree that the patient 
needed rest. But they wouldn't wait, August was being 
hailed as a hero!

Him!? He gulped and brought up the HUD, just in case this 
turned badly after all. But he needn't worry, he WAS 
being hailed as a hero, many of the prime towns' folks 
were elated and delighted and grateful for his actions at 
the wagon train massacre. Although many (most) had 
perished and had been brutalized by the rogue savages, 
there were three survivors; the one mother, two 
daughters, and son.

They gave details on August's heroics, August blushed and 
became embarrassed. The woman and her surviving children 
were in a nearby town Mankato, it wasn't determined 
factually if August was a member of the doomed wagon 
train, but it was so assumed and August didn't say one 
way or another--he feigned some amnesia and no one was 
the wiser.

He DID need some rest, though--he admitted that to 
himself--he HAD been shot! He tried to downplay the 
heroism of his actions, his modesty only prevailed and he 
was hailed even more. Doc Baker finally had his say and 
scooted the hero worshippers out. August settled down and 
noshed on the fine offering from Ms. Ingalls; there, too, 
was an offer of a few dollars worth of goods from the 
general stores in town, clothes and needed things like 
that.

From the local restaurant he was offered his meals free!

Mr. Hansen, who ran the mill, offered him a job (should 
he need one.)

And naturally, good hearted Charles Ingalls offered 
August to come out to the farm and work there. It was a 
lot to chew on, August felt that the new time period 
wouldn't be so bad. He'd been in worse places.



Timing is Everything
Chapter Fourteen: I Have No Morals


After two days in Doc Baker's patient's bed he finally 
began ambling out into the town of Walnut Creek. Some 
clothes had come to him, courtesy of the Oleson's; Mr. 
Oleson was more "giving" than prissy stuffy bitchy Ms. 
Oleson. But he WAS a hero.

It was a fine day in Walnut Creek, he liked it. An old 
west town, they had a telegraph office, livery stables, a 
confectionary store. Lots of folks all about, a school, a 
post office. In a way August had always dreamed what life 
would be like back in the "good ole days." Now he knew. 
It wasn't so bad, he didn't really miss television, 
phones, big screen movies, MILLIONS of peoples, smog.

After some FREE homemade ice cream, a steak lunch with 
trimmings, he walked about the town getting to know it. 
He shook hands with the Norwegian Mr. Hansen, met the 
Reverend Alder, some of the ladies and including Ms. 
Beadle, the local schoolmarm.

He liked her. She was cute, charming, pretty, and young 
(enough).

She was demure, quaint, kind of bashful, reserved. They 
talked and chatted and it was then that when she asked if 
he would like to join the class (when it was in session) 
that he realized that he was not his adult age. By 
staring at his reflection in the window of the general 
store he saw that he was a dark haired youth, hair to his 
shoulder, rugged features, and about 16-18 years old.

Hmmmmm

He wondered casually if he was "invading" someone's body? 
He had invaded/occupied himself back in 1980, was he 
doing it again? Was this new person a relative of his? 
Hmmmmm

He shrugged and grew embarrassed. Their chatting 
continued and at length August blinked in succession five 
time--he had to. In the back room of the one room school 
house their was privacy. School was for the summer but 
she offered specialized tutoring for some of the town's 
folks--especially those from farm families. Here with 
good privacy August simply had the young lady strip for 
him. She wore a simple red checkered dress with 
underlining underclothes. Once naked she was a true 
marvel. A furry red bush betwixt her legs. He cupped her 
breasts gingerly, kissed her passionately and laid her 
out on a spare desk. Down to her fiery entrance he went, 
sucking on her slightly "aromatic" poon before applying 
his schlong.

She was NOT a virgin, but wasn't a slut, either.

August thoroughly enjoyed boning the woman. She was tight 
and pleasing. He watched her titties bounce and jiggle, 
her mouth open and shut; she clung to him as he fucked 
her and soon he was shooting a nice wad of juice into 
her. He further assumed that his future was fucked--any 
changes at all made in the Past certainly were to have 
detrimental effects on the Future.

Getting one's self pregnant in his Future was no big 
deal, one could abort, have the child and have it 
adopted, or simply raise the child regardless of the 
circumstances that brought it about into being in the 
first place.

That was the future. In the Past it wasn't so easy--a 
girl, single, any age, getting herself knocked up wasn't 
cool and seriously frowned upon by her peers, elders, and 
social class. August didn't know what options were 
available or even considered.


He mulled it, regretted his actions (slightly) then 
finished fucking the woman, sucking her titties, and when 
his cock had sufficiently recovered--buggered her 
extremely virginal pooter hole.

*

At the local hotel he also got a room free of rent. He 
was still talked about among the peoples and it 
embarrassed him. He hadn't really done anything heroic, 
just prevented savages from doing what he himself would 
have done--minus the butchering, scalping, throat 
slitting.

He took note of a pair of girls who apparently did not 
like one another very well, but were friends anyways. The 
one little girl with dark hair in braids and dual ponies 
he didn't know, but the older girl was the mercantile 
owners' daughter, Nellie.

Nellie was cute. Pretty and damn cute. Blond, short curly 
hair in pig tails, staunch and not overly sweet. She had 
a sweet smile, sweet appearance, but not a sweet 
personality. She was with her younger brother, Willie and 
both seemed to be giving the other girl a hard time. The 
other girl, a youngster about 12 or 13 began running away 
out of town. Nellie and Willie laughed uproariously and 
entered into their parents' shop. August sat on his bed 
looking out the window fuming a little at the two 
obnoxious children of the Oleson's. He vowed to stick his 
nose in and do something about it. Well, why not, what 
else was he going to do in 1875?

*

He found the girl Subject traipsing off up a dry hillside 
along a creek. (Plum Creek) and made himself known by 
splashing through the water, crossing over onto the side 
she was on. At first the girl was a little frightened, 
but na‹ve and unawares just the same. She smiled and 
greeted the stranger with a nice broad smile and a hand 
wave.

August smiled back and made his way to her. (blinking his 
eyes five times.)

"Hello there." August said reaching to her and shaking 
her hand. 

"Hello." she replied. She WAS about 12, almost 13, but 
small in body and pose. But that was alright, August 
wasn't picky.

"I'm August." he told her rightly.

"I'm Laura." the girl smiled back.

"You live around here?" August asked out of concern.

"Yessir, just over the hill aways." she pointed into the 
direction and August made use of his internal Device. 

It was out doors as all get out, quiet and serene. The 
grass was dry and yellow, the sun slowly sinking in the 
western sky. Trees of oak and other varieties lined the 
babbling creek. August saw no one, heard no one; he had 
Laura strip off her clothes for him and sit on his lap.

Soft skin, small near non-existent titties. Her pussy and 
asshole were virginal, he checked. He learned that she 
was just about to squat for a nice pee when he came up. 
August had her pee on him! He stripped down his new pants 
and was bare--most men (and some women) in the days 
before regular style underclothes wore long johns. Not 
August. He clenched the child's bare ass and prompted her 
to begin peeing.

She did. It was marvelous. He dug a finger up into her 
butt and brought his rousing erection up against her very 
virginal poon. She didn't even finger herself. She heard 
her father fart a few times, and she slept in the same 
bed with her sister who DID finger her poon--and Laura's 
too, every now and then. It made Laura uncomfortable so 
she didn't finger herself--'cept on occasion when she was 
curious. She wasn't into boys but was curious about them. 
She had seen her pa naked and had seen her ma naked, too. 
The family had adopted a young boy, his name was Albert. 
He hailed from the city and had been living on the 
streets in the alleys.

She saw him naked a few times, tool; AND saw him 
"playing" with himself out behind the outhouse and the 
barn. 

August was enthralled and deftly grinded his schlong 
against the girl's poon. He held off breaching her, not 
just yet. He did lay her down and pull her legs up 
against his body, then begin poking away at her super 
tight pooter hole, thereafter laid his cock against her 
cunny and hump away until he soiled her. The spilled 
spunk on her virtually hairless twat, midriff and belly 
he dabbled his fingers in and made her suck the fingers 
clean. Thereafter he was stuffing her sweet innocent 
mouth with his gangly prick shooting another load minutes 
later.

*

After she was dressed (and cleaned up) they went on to 
meet her pa.

Who turned out to be Mr. Ingalls. August was shown around 
the farm, the barn, the oxen, the outhouse, and then 
inside for a quick evening meal. Here he met Laura's 
finger banging sister Mary, Mary was a couple of years 
older than Laura and August wanted to fuck her badly.

There, too, was three year old Carrie. (he wanted to fuck 
her, too!)

And lastly, Albert. Albert was young enough for August.

After supper they talked and avoided the conversation 
going into the direction of the Indian massacre, but 
suffice it to say those Indians were rogues, not a part 
of any civilized Indian nation. The wagon train had been 
en route to Independence, Kansas.

*

As evening began to set in August took his leave of the 
Ingalls family, he had that room in town and didn't want 
to offend no one, but he was asked to come back and 
perhaps help Charles with the field the following day. 
August no problem and would be glad to. Caroline offered 
to make up a delicious dinner (in his honor.) 

He said his goodbyes & goodnights and ambled off into the 
dark--only to return unannounced and unseen moments 
later. During his conversation with Charles he overheard 
the girls yapping about whose turn it was to bathe 
Carrie. August caught young Albert's embarrassment---but 
wasn't sure for certain if it was just that, 
embarrassment or did he have a deep seated/seeded 
perversion he was keeping at bay?

"I'll take mine and then you and Carrie take yours." 
stated Laurie. The debate-argument raged on as the oldest 
Mary didn't seem to want to share her bathing experience 
with Carrie. 

The argument was settled with Caroline chastising her 
daughters about their selfishness. She put it to them 
that Laurie would bathe last, as she had homework to do 
before bed. Mary would go first. Together they would both 
share in bathing Carrie.

'nuff said.

Albert was seen trudging out to the outhouse, August in 
Stealth mode waited for the girls, peering into the small 
typical family home of the 1870s prairie he saw the girls 
cleaning up after dinner, Charles worked on a piece of 
furniture. No one seemed to be in a hurry to take their 
bath. And August had been in the homestead and couldn't 
place where the bathroom might be.

For a "quickie" he checked up on Albert, it was dark out 
and August could just barely see anything at all; but he 
didn't need to hear to know what young Mr. Albert was 
doing. He could smell the funk from the outhouse, the air 
was just starting to cool down, the atmosphere was odd to 
August, there were June bugs buzzing, a strangeness in 
the air, a linger smell (other than the funk from the 
shitter.)

He came up to the outbuilding and heard the distinctive 
noise of "someone getting' busy!" The darkness prevented 
him from seeing the boy clearly, the door was closed and 
the only "opening" was the little half moon high up on 
the door.

While it was so dark so he found that the HUD was more 
illuminated, green lines and lime green words--but they 
were clearer now in the dark. He found that there was a 
programming status and other "abilities" to initiate.

He "initiated" one: transmuting his "desire" to the young 
lad inside the stink box. There was a momentary pause 
before the latch of the from the inside moved and the 
door opened. There stood Albert, all of 14 years young 
with his tallywhacker hanging out of his pants. It was 
stiff and goo was still spurting from the piss slit.

August fondled the lad, playing with his hard dick and 
then squeezing his testicles lovingly. His hand went 
around to caresses the lad's ass and then as his own cock 
grew stiff, had young Albert began masturbating him, as 
well. "You want to FUCK your new sisters, don't you?" 
August asked using the new Mind Technique.

Albert didn't reply verbally but nodded that it was so.

"Even little Carrie?"

He didn't know about that, his face screwed up and he 
mulled it over.

"How about Caroline, your new Ma, you wanna see HER 
naked, doncha? You wanna lay on her and FUCK, doncha?" to 
wit the young lad's strong bone began to pulse in 
August's hand. Albert nodded that it was so.

"You, uh, ever suck another guy's cock?" August asked him 
casually.

It was appalling, NO! he shot back. Again there was no 
verbal answer but August received the disgusted thought 
just the same. August played with the boy for quite a 
while and then caught sight of someone moving from the 
house. Two someones. Three someones. The third someone 
had come out the backdoor and was moving up along the 
path, though it was dark August determined that it was 
Charles.

The two someones before had gone into the barn.

There wasn't a whole lot of light out, August quite 
playing with Albert and stepped back, just in case. 
Albert returned to "playing" with himself and was 
"caught" by his Pa.

Charles shook his head and somewhat shamed his new son, 
Albert quickly put his dick back where it belonged and 
was quite embarrassed.

"I know it's HARD, son, and I know it's a perfectly 
natural thing to do, just be careful and don't let anyone 
catch you." then he added, "Especially yours Ma or 
sisters!" he chuckled lightheartedly and entered into the 
crapper.

Albert jogged down to the house and entered via the 
backdoor, August traipsed down to the barn--he had to 
know what was going on in there.

*

In there going was a large galvanized tub--he had seen 
those himself, usually out in people's yards with flowers 
in them, tacked up on a wall, used as a fish pond, and 
water for animals. This was a first to see it as its 
actual use.

Mary and Laurie were going on, too. They had pails of 
water, hot and cold. There was a lantern for light and 
Mary was undressing. The barn door was opened just a bit, 
he mulled, looked behind him and zapped the two, slipped 
in and un-zapped them. He took a seat on a nearby hay 
bail and let the girls proceed naturally.

Laurie left to fetch more water. August smiled and 
watched as the lovely-lovely Mary Ingalls was done to her 
Birthday Suit. She was lovely. A lovely girl, naked and 
all, too! Before stepping into the bathtub August had her 
come to him. He marveled at his new found ability, 
worried about a bit, too. But this was simpler. He had no 
idea how the Device Item 0110 had been integrated into 
his noggin, but sense there didn't seem to be anything he 
could do about it, fuck it.

Mary obeyed, stepping to face with her hands to her 
sides, mind blank. He noted in the Programming that he 
could have her With Knowledge or Without. For now he 
chose the Without Knowledge (of what was happening to 
her) option.

A lovely poon she had, nicely developing titties, smooth 
creamy skin, good hip, perfect posture. Long blond hair 
that flowed down mid shoulder, great pose, spoke well and 
had a nice covering of pubes concealing her fevered 
cunny.

A little Q&A learned from the girl that she was horny, 
almost constantly. Her pussy was on fire, almost 
constantly. With young Mr. Albert now a part of the 
family she had a very difficult time. She had seen her 
father peeing in the woods, recently she had seen Albert 
doing likewise. Many boys from the town she had seen 
peeing, only Albert and Willie had she spied on to see 
them actually masturbating.

She frigged Laurie's pussy but that was as far as it 
went, she just wanted to know what it was like. She 
preferred friggin' her own poon and that was as far as it 
went--or would go.

August held off any further Q&A, there was always time 
for that later. He had Mary turn about and BEND OVER, 
spreading her cheeks and giving him a one-eye view. He 
fingered her poon, it needed cleansing but toilet paper 
wasn't so good in 1875 as it was up in 1980-2000. To both 
cheeks he kissed, sucking on the skin and then diddling 
the hole regardless of its funk.

Standing her up his hands cupped her breasts, his cock 
resting nicely between her lovely ass cheeks. Mary made 
no sounds of alarm and so he continued with fingering her 
pussy. She was virginal but Auggie knew how to take care 
of that.

When he cock was at the explosive condition he laid the 
girl out on a hay bale, sitting position. She was then 
pushed back to where her shoulders were nestled up 
against the stack of bales. Her ass was brought out to 
the edge; August then went to his knees and began eating 
her pussy out. It was a little funky there, too; good 
thing she was bathing! She wasn't offensive, just the 
fresh scent of pee. Her fur patch wasn't much but 
concealed her snatch nicely. Eagerly he noshed, licking, 
nipping the clit, devouring the whole pussy and becoming 
entranced with it all as he did so enjoy a pissy pussy.

He was about to introduce the young cunt to his hard cock 
when Laura returned. She was a bit shocked to see her 
sister in such a manner. August was invisible to her. He 
stepped back and lightly put Laura at ease. When this 
worked August returned to licking out the older sister, 
placing his cock against her cunny and humping.

For the moment he held off entering her. For the moment.

In the meantime he had Laura strip off her clothes.

Seemed like the thing to do at the time.

While he grinded on Mary, Laura casually stripped down 
and it was most delightful. August soon found himself 
entering Mary's poon while her sister got naked. The 
young teen (Laura) was quite pretty, shy, outgoing, small 
bodied, and nearly bald in the pussy region.

His cock power drove into Mary's cunt, exploding nicely 
and repeatedly until he could cum no more. (well, for 
now) It was a good fuck, a little messy but otherwise 
good. He sucked on her titties, nipped her nipples and 
rode her pussy until he literally could do no more.

As for Laura, he fingered her as she stood near by. Up 
and down her ass, feeling the flesh and digging into the 
tight virgin pooter hole. His cock was aching good now, 
but he kept his doing until he thought he would pass out. 
He then pulled free, massaged Mary's twat and eased her 
into the galvanized tub. 

Lightly he allowed Mary to be herself--so to speak, this 
allowed August freedom to play with Laura.

*

In the days that followed--August worked with Charles as 
well as in town at the mill with Mr. Hansen. This gave 
August ample time to check out pesky snooty-snotty prissy 
Shit-Don't-Stink Nellie Oleson. Laura had no kind words 
for her and deeply held resentment and hatred for the 
uppity bitch. Nellie's brother Willie was alright, he 
just went along with his older sister so as not to get in 
trouble with her. Their father was strict with them, but 
was often overruled by the domineering Harriet Oleson who 
actually owned the store. She was a ruthless cunt, uppity 
and pissed off most of the time, liked to spread gossip 
regardless if it was true or not.

In his noggin, with the help of the self-implanted 
Device, he began to keep "tabs" on the townspeople. He 
determined that implanted (somehow) in his head was the 
Device, a sort of mini-micro computer that he could 
access via blinking rapidly five times.

It was kind of fucked up but it was the best that he 
could do.

He took his pleasures to the schoolmarm again, he enjoyed 
her and drilled her backdoor one day, got her to suck him 
off the next. He liked her and kept her on his daily 
encounter list.

He caught Albert and Willie jerking off together out in 
the woods just beyond the town, they were hard at and 
seemingly in a race to see who would cum first. August 
lightly zapped them, then "programmed" them via 
suggestions to strip nude. 

Once that was accomplished August himself joined them, 
fondling their wares, smoothing his hand over their nice 
young bare asses. Both lads were virgins, only abusing 
themselves. August bent eleven year old Willie over and 
began probing his anus--having Albert slip his prong into 
Willie's mouth.

August heard bees buzzing, birds chirping, June bugs, and 
saw a skink on a nearby log. The air was hot and humid, 
no breezes, August wanted to make quick work of his 
doings and then a quick dip in the nearby creek. He 
finished humping Willie, Albert emptied his own wad into 
Willie's mouth. August then placed Willie down onto the 
ground, straddled the lad's face, placing his hairy balls 
into the open mouth, pulled the lad's legs back and 
beckoned a very obeying Albert to squat and take Willie's 
cock.

*


After a brief stint in the creek the boys on their own 
fondled one another on their own--well, with a little 
implanted notions about doing such. They always had 
wanted to anyways but feared what it would mean. They 
were embarrassed and fraught with the morals of the dirty 
deed. Both lads fondled one another as well as ventured 
into sucking cock and balls and then pulling their cheeks 
open for a prompt butt fuck.

They remained naked and followed the creek upstream. 
August followed along, too, as he overheard the two 
wondrous lads speaking about spying on the girls.

'What girls? Who girls?'

None other than Laura, Mary, Carrie, and the delicious Ma 
Caroline Ingalls. Not naked, but close counts. They wore 
a thin cotton body underwear outfit, but it clung to 
their bodies as they splashed about a nice large pond. 
Only Carrie was fully nude. Two other girls from the town 
were here, along with one other "farm" girl who was semi 
attractive. Albert had his eyes on her and both he and 
Willie lay in among the poison oak and jerked off.

*

Other than actually participating in scrogging, spying 
had to be his next favorite thing to do. And by utilizing 
Stealth mode he was able to spy nicely. In the town 
itself he was privy to observing on the sly various town 
folks who were on the "outside" upstanding pillars of the 
community. (while on the inside they were something far 
less.)

Case in point: Jonathan Spivey--had a small farm outside 
of town, ran the livery stables, had a small family, well 
respected within the community, a proud member of the 
town "committee" and helped the Rev. Alder with his 
church.

But early one evening August found him doing something a 
little more than what the community would approve of for 
a "pillar." His daughter Amanda, four years young, was 
sprawled out nakedly on her bed, her father, the Subject 
and Pillar of the Community, was ALSO naked, and "riding" 
her!

The child's legs were pushed back, she herself holding 
them and she didn't seem to be in any distress--willing 
to oblige her daddy. Her "daddy" had every inch of his 
manly cock buried into the child's cunny. Very determined 
he seemed to be to fuck, it wasn't his first time.

There were other daughters to the family, too, plus one 
boy. There was a mommy as well. As far as August could 
tell the mommy and two of the other three daughters were 
out at the ranch house while the daddy, the youngest 
daughter he was scroggin' on, and twelve year old son 
were in the "in town home."

The daddy finally emptied his balls and almost collapsed 
onto the naked child, pulled his prong out and spilled 
even more juice onto her naked well fucked poon, humped 
her gash and then fingering the mess with his fingers had 
the child suck his cum laden fingers clean.

She nextly had the task of cleaning her daddy's cock! 
Three small houses down in a quaint small abode, a man 
August had seen helping the community grow by building 
new buildings sat in his favorite chair in a semi-
darkened room. He wasn't alone. His daughter Amy stood 
beside him, butt naked, her clothes cast off onto the 
floor by the chair. The man merely had his pants down and 
nothing underneath. 

His hard schlong was buried to the hilt into his thirteen 
year old daughter's mouth; his hand rubbing/caressing her 
ass, fingering her asshole. At length the girl stood up 
and positioned herself, settling down onto her daddy's 
cock, her back to him. She leaned back into him and 
August saw a wondrous sight of her pussy. Her daddy 
fingered her pussy and tweaked her nipples as he deeply 
sodomized her.

*

Across the wide dirt street in another house that was 
small, quaint, and two stories, two boys (14 & 10) 
sandwich fucked their 12 yr old sister. Just as the two 
boys were about to cum--the bedroom door of the child 
being scrogged whisked open and there stood their father. 
He was not happy.

He withdrew his BELT, shut the door and grabbed his 
eldest son, throwing him across the bed and ripping his 
bare ass raw. The little girl huddled in a corner while 
the beating commenced. The other lad tried to scurry but 
was grabbed and flung across the angry pissed off 
father's lap.

After both boy's had their bare asses beat tomato red the 
daddy stood up and grabbed their heads one at a time and 
shoved his rock hard cock into their mouths. Nothing was 
said, the boys whined and swallowed their father's cock.

After both boys had sucked their father's cock (and 
sucked it well) they were once more thrown across their 
sister's bed and roughly sodomized.

The boys still had raging boners--they were positioned to 
butt fuck one another and then--return to butt humping 
their semi-willing sister! August was confused. Then, "I 
told you time and time again," angrily bitched their 
father, "not between the legs!" and while the boys butt 
fucked their sister they were spanked repeatedly with the 
belt until they filled their sister's asshole with their 
juices.

*

Two house down in an upstairs room a woman lay on her 
creaking wrought iron bed, naked. On her, in her, a boy 
no more than twelve or so. He was riding her good, 
fucking her for all he was worth. The woman thrashed 
about, bucking into her lover, gripping his backside, 
spanking him, seriously getting into it. August 
recognized her as an upstanding member of the church 
congregation, she played the church organ, taught piano 
lessons and baked pies for the community. She was in her 
mid thirties, short tucked up auburn hair, rather tall, 
polite and spoke well and was educated in Boston. She had 
one son--aye, the one on top of her. Her husband had been 
killed in a mining accident two years prior to coming to 
Walnut Grove.

There were others, of course: like the daddy disciplining 
his ten year old daughter, having her dress up and 
undergarments down, bare ass spanking. When HER ass was a 
bright tomato red came to be, the daddy stopped and took 
to rubbing her searing ass, fingering the hole before 
finally allowing her to stand up. He shook her by the 
shoulders and then slapped her young face. He scolded her 
about her bad language and actions and then sent her off 
to bed.

Two boys ten August observed spying on a girl about 
fourteen as she bathed in a bathroom. The boys had their 
cocks out and were furiously jerking off. They peered 
through a dirty pane window of a small-small home at the 
edge of the town. The boys were mostly hidden among the 
shrubs growing along the house. The bathroom was just 
that, a Bathroom. It had a wash basin, a bookcase 
containing some books, oil lamps, candles, and bath 
towels.

There was a real bathtub here, a yellowish porcelain 
thing that was filled and refilled by pails of water--
both hot & cold. The girl bathing wasn't bad, especially 
butt bare assed naked. Her hair was all down, she had 
something of a chest--albeit kinda small. She took her 
time bathing but at length stood and that's when the boys 
saw her "triangle". They ooed and ahed and furiously 
pounded their puds moreso.

August returned to his "free" hotel room and settled into 
bed. 



Timing is Everything
Chapter Fifteen: I Came, I Saw, I Came Some More


And so it came to pass--that August was privy to 
observing young Nellie & Willie in an odd manor of 
sibling relationship. Well, not so odd for August, but he 
wasn't aware of how rampant it had been in the early 
days. He could only assume that morals, immorality, 
incest, pedophilia, rape, and other forms of sexual 
violence had occurred throughout the western civilized 
world since the beginning!
 
 But only recently in HIS time, in modern day, the moral 
fibers of American decency had put a stranglehold of 
those non-pillar community members.

Back to Nellie and Willie.

One evening he came to see the two darting about the 
town's back buildings. Some sort of "tag-your-it" game. 
He took interest and followed them. 

He lost them and took almost an hour to relocate them, 
but by the time he did he was greatly amused: in a 
building used as storage for Mr. Hansen's mill Nellie was 
bent over a crate, her pretty (expensive & finest 
quality) hiked up over her waist, her underclothes OFF, 
legs spread, cheeks spread--and brother Willie on his 
knees, his pants at his ankles, no underwear, jerking off 
while his face was nicely implanted up between his 
sister's ass.

"Lick it!" she scolded him.

August had to take this in and determine what was going 
on exactly.

He determined that Nellie was still in charge, still 
controlling, having her young brother lick her asshole.

"More!" she demanded as she pulled her cheeks apart. The 
sight was incredible--August liked it. 

After several minutes of licking, and jerking off, Willie 
pulled back and whined, "Can I put it in you, now?"

August wasn't going anywhere--he was definitely going to 
stay for this.

"Oh all right!" bitched back Nellie. 

Willie was delighted, he stood and stepped up to his 
sister's lily white ass and began poking her backdoor. 
Nellie reached back and gripped his stick, cupped and 
toyed with his balls and began rubbing his equally lily 
white ass cheeks.

Willie's cock was stiff, the stiffest. Up and about his 
sister's cheeks he rubbed, down to press against her 
cunny. Nellie made little movement, now clinging to the 
crate as she seemingly anticipated by scrogged. Willie 
poked and prodded and soon began entering her. August in 
Stealth mode slipped up to see exactly what "hole" he was 
in.

Asshole.

Good enough. It seemed as though the boy had been there 
before, he entered fully and began pumping, holding onto 
her hips and pumping back and forth as fast as he could 
go (and stand.)

August caressed his ass, diddled the lad's hole, clutched 
his swinging bald balls and admired the odd persona of 
Nellie. She didn't come off to him as one who would be 
so--so--so kinky--or willing to submit.

But then again, August determined that she a little tart. 
In every sense of the word, too! She was more than what 
she put on for everyone else, and in that regard--so WAS 
like everyone else. No better, no worse. (well, maybe a 
little worse.)

After several minutes of serious stalwart pumping young 
Willie began the finale of his actions; sister Nellie had 
slinked her hand down between her self and was furiously 
fingering her pussy. August smiled to himself, 'My, my, 
would Laura love to see this!'

His smile turned to a notion.

*

After Willie successfully creamed his sister's backdoor, 
Nellie promptly diddled the spunk, fondled Willie's gooey 
schlong and then commanded him to "lick it clean!"

Willie wasn't about to, but--he had done so in the past 
and would do so in the future. He went to his knees and 
detested licking the cum spewing orifice before him. But 
he placed his hands on her lily white moons, leaned in 
and closed his eyes. His tongue flicked out and Nellie 
loved it.

August loved it, too.

"Is it clean?" she asked. 

"Yes." he replied. In essence the "hole" was clean. 
Nellie turned about, pulled her pinkish lacey dress up 
more, opened her legs wider and scrunched down some, "Now 
you can lick me here." she said pointly rubbing her 
pussy. It was a nice looking pussy, lightly furry with 
blond hairs. August's Up Close and Personal observation 
told him that SHE was NOT a virgin. 

Willie didn't seem to mind too much going down on his 
sister's snatch, it was better than her asshole. Nellie 
watched him as his tongue flicked into her aching pussy, 
she soon developed goose bumps and leaned back enjoying 
the tonguing.

August took his turn, too: pausing young Willie and 
leaving Nellie alone. Then he himself shoved his tongue 
into the jittery young teen and gave her a tonguing like 
she had never had before. Thereafter while Willie was 
still in "pause" mode, August simply stood up and stuffed 
Nellie's twat with his bone.

She was none the wiser. She had her eyes closed, mouth, 
open and deeply entranced in the act of getting dicked. 
She was somewhat horrified, or was that surprised--at 
Willie's fucking abilities. Her young pussy was fully 
tantalized as August thrust himself into her. He was 
several times larger than young Willie; Nellie bucked 
into him and gyrated, made odd noises and began 
experiencing multiple orgasms.

August experienced one, emptied himself fully into the 
girl, rubbed his cock all over her pussy, poking her 
asshole, humping her gash, and spilling the last of his 
seed onto her exposed midriff.

He then had Willie take his turn.

*

Sitting back and resting and out of the picture so to 
speak, Nellie recovered, frigged her young cunny 
furiously and seemed to look onto her young brother in a 
new light. He stood just a ways from her, circle jerking 
and recovering as best he could, also.

August smiled to himself again and "prompted" young 
Willie to utter those immortal words, "Suck me." to his 
sister.

Apparently Nellie had never sucked her brother's schlong.

She hesitated, stared at his gooey cock that was so-so 
alive. Then she began scooting off of the crate and 
settled to her knees before him. August was elated. The 
girl timidly took her brother's prong, fondled it, made a 
face as to not overly pleased at the gooey member. She 
cupped his hairless fuzzies and then--leaned in, eyes 
closed, sucked on the head!

*

Who didn't see this coming.

There were several ways to go about this, several. All 
with incredible outcomes. He mulled each possible 
outcome, the good along with the bad. What would be the 
actual ultimate outcome, though? He debated and 
reconsidered, but in the end he knew what would come.

A few days after the Nellie-Willie incident, after 
working for both Charles Ingalls, and Mr. Hansen August 
took it upon himself to initiate a family downfall. While 
working with Charles August zapped him a few times to 
peek into his mind only. He learned that he harbored 
great lust for his daughters, mostly Mary. Laura and 
Carrie were just too young to even consider. Being their 
father naturally he had seen them naked, had lent a hand 
in bathing and cleaning them when they were little. Even 
as they grew older and mature he still saw them (now and 
then) in various stages of undress.

But to Mary he sometimes did lust for her, she was sweet, 
pretty, and sometimes while banging away at his wife 
Caroline he fantasized about what it would be like to 
bang off into Mary!?

Ms. Beadle the schoolmarm tempting his loins, too.

And Nellie? August had to ask. And for this Charles 
nodded and August learned that if there was a way, a 
place, and no repercussions thereafter--yeah, sure, 
Charles would definitely take that prissy uppity bitchy 
Nellie across his lap and spank her butt but good!

Then he would strip her down and spank her some more.

Then he would lay her out on the ground and--and--well, 
you know.

*

And of adopted son, Albert?

Charles bit the bullet on that one, August had to pry 
harder to get the fact that Yes, Charles would (if he 
could) be naked and naughty with adopted son Albert. He 
would enjoy seeing the boy nude, masturbating, and then 
on his knees SUCKING. Charles wanted somewhat desperately 
to ram rod the boy and to be rodded by him!

Charles had never sodomized anyone before--not even his 
wife.

And of his wife, while having an afternoon lunch at the 
Ingalls, while the kiddies were all away, August 
naturally zapped/tapped into Caroline's mind. Seemed the 
thing to do at the time. He learned that SHE had a 
fascination of the illicit kind, too.

Albert was the center of this fascination, but also 
beheld other illicit fantasies she shared with no one. 
(not even to herself!) She beheld this illicit thoughts 
as something the matter with her, but there was no one to 
openly discuss it with.

Well, she hadn't yet met Doctor Moone!!!

*

And while the young'uns were away August had Caroline 
strip for him. Charles had finished his lunch and headed 
for town for some supplies. As soon as the wagon was over 
the hill and out of sight, August smiled at Caroline as 
she cleaned up from lunch and began dinner.

When her back was to him he zapped.

Scarcely had she even fondled her husband's cock. She had 
been virginal up until she was 16, then was pegged by a 
beau before encountering Charles. She gave herself to him 
only on their wedding night. He DID suck her titties and 
fingering her pussy, but that was all. They sometimes lay 
side by side arms and legs akimbo, but nothing more 
exotic or provocative than the simple Missionary 
Position.

August laid her out on the table she had just cleaned, 
butt bare assed naked, legs up along his washboard chest-
-his schlong schlepping away at her fuckable poon. And 
what a poon it was, not overly tight, but pleasing 
enough. It was furry, untrimmed but delightful to fuck 
just the same.

As he plowed her, he casually wondered about his 
ancestors--didn't he have relatives who came from 
Minnesota? (which was where Walnut Grove was located) He 
smirked to himself--wouldn't it be funny to run into a 
distant relative--fuck her, and lo and fucking behold 
discover that he had fathered himself!

That wasn't as ludicrous as it sounded. The possibility 
was certain! He COULD find a distant relative, when she 
was young and pretty and destined to give off-spring to 
his lineage. He smirked to himself some more, it was 
insane and crazy; the chances of that actually happening 
were impossible.

Weren't they? 

Maybe, he didn't know. He fucked Caroline into a state of 
oblivion, peed on her pussy, sucked her perky motherly 
nipples until his cock somewhat returned to life, then 
left her. Left her naked on the table whereupon she was 
awaken from her stupor to find herself exceedingly horny, 
cum stains, horny, and thoughts of Willie Olseon and 
adopted son Albert pegging her.

All in the Family

And so it came to pass that the Oleson children Nellie 
and Willie found themselves at the Igalls' homestead--for 
no particular reason that was understood--they were just 
there. Everyone was there except August who was "unseen" 
and directing the "play" that was to begin.

There was a slight lingering worry about the internal 
Device--was it as susceptible to unannounced Shut-Down 
like it was before? Or had that problem been solved 
beings as now it was tucked away inside August's brain--
somehow--somewhere?

He didn't know. He knew that if a Shut-Down DID occur he 
was to Ride Like the Wind as far and as fast as he could.

In the center room, the largest room of the 1870s style 
abode, the show was about to begin. For this Act August 
had it that the Players were all Aware, Self Aware of 
what was transpiring--just unable to do thing one about 
it. Only Carrie was a little difficult to control, August 
assumed--and hoped, that it was due to her young age.

Regardless, he had Charles at one end of the room while 
Caroline occupied space by the brick oven where all the 
meals were made. They hadn't yet come into acquiring the 
newest cooking concept--a stove.

Mary, Laura, and Nellie stood by the single dinning 
everyday table, the chairs had been moved out of the way. 
Albert stood with his back to his new Pa. Everyone was 
still clothed, Carrie occupied August's lap, keeping her 
entertained with a stick puppet.

What unseen forces were at work were unknown, but the 
family all watched uncontrollably as young thirteen year 
old Albert undressed. He stripped down completely and 
then stood so as his Ma and the other girls could see his 
dangling tallywhacker.

It wouldn't dangle for long.

He shuffled his feet as some compelling force guided him 
to come before Mary. Mary found herself unable to move. 
None of them could move unless it was by August's will. 

The thing with early day clothing was that for the women, 
especially the women, their clothing was rather 
complicated--lots of layers and fasteners. Thankfully 
Mary's dress wasn't too complicated, she had the outer 
dress with a underclothing garment. Albert's shaking 
hands did the deed of undoing while everyone watched in 
awe.

Caroline and Charles were a little more than awed, 
confused and frightened and completely at the mercy of 
whatever force was at hand. The others who watched were 
just mystified and stunned.

Mary's dress slid to the floor followed by her 
underclothing. Albert stepped back to admire her, August 
admired her from the rear. Nice, very nice. Her mother 
was heartbroken and seriously confused. Her Pa stared at 
her with an equally distressed face, but eyes wandering 
up and down her firm ripe nude body just the same.

Albert now faced Laura. Laura put on, begging, pleading, 
and carrying on so--much more than big sister Mary. She 
could fuss all she wanted, it wasn't going to do her any 
good. She was held in place while Albert stripped her 
down.

Albert gulped a lot (a lot), sweated, too. He was nervous 
and though lo he always wanted to be with his new sister 
like this, this was not how he wanted it. (tough) August 
had Albert run his hands up and down Laura's ass, her 
legs and then up her backside. He stood back and took a 
long gander at her frontal nudity, eyes focused on her 
peach fuzz laden poon.

It was then Willie's turn, to strip the clothes off of 
his sister Nellie.

Nellie put up quite a fuss, moreso than Laura had. It 
didn't do her any god either. She was just embarrassed 
(greatly) about being nude with everyone else. Caroline 
was still distressed, Mary upset, Laura fussing, Charles 
observing in reserved distress.

With the three girls now nude, it was the boys' turn. 
(er, or the girls' turn--whichever!) lol

Mary and Laura had the task of undressing their brother. 
Albert stood quiet and did nothing. He was a bit nervous 
and shot looks to his Ma & Pa. When his underclothing was 
tugged down by his sisters, his prong stood gallantly 
upright. Everyone could see it, August held the giddy 
bouncy little Carrie in his lap, holding her firm and 
still so as not to interfere with her family.

It was Mary who gripped her brother's prong, slowly 
squeezing the member and going up and down while Laura 
caressed his naked ass and clutched at his fuzzy 
testicles.

"Kiss it." August commanded. The "command" was received, 
and perceived. But Mary held back as much as she could 
until she could no longer--in one manner she wouldn't 
really mind doing such a deed to her brother--but on the 
other hand it was disgusting and dirty and immoral and 
wrong and dirty and disgusting.

But intriguing just the same. She leaned forward and 
before everyone's eyes kissed the head of the cock. 
Albert stood getting harder and harder. Caroline lowered 
her head and silently wept, still fraught with confusion 
of how this was happening, why it was happening, and why 
she could not do anything about it.

From gentle kissing to full cock sucking--Mary engulfed 
the prong and devoured it. Albert cinched up tight--
getting sucked was wonderful. Laura continued to rub his 
ass and fondle his balls, every inch of his teen cock 
slid effortlessly in and out of Mary's lovely-lovely 
mouth.

Just a minute or two of sucking and then Laura had HER 
turn.

Followed by a very distraught Nellie.

With Nellie August had the girl on her knees, hands to 
Albert's ass, and power sucking him. Willie stood nearby 
and while Nellie slurped Albert, Mary and Laura serviced 
Willie.

Cum spurted into Nellie's mouth; she retched, gagged, 
sputtered and made lots of distasteful noise. She was 
appalled and disgusted, slightly humiliated, too. Albert 
continued (on his own) pumping into Nellie's mouth--and 
when she pulled free he simply humped her pretty face and 
emptied the rest of his juices onto her chest.

Willie was doing a fine job, too; clenching tightly his 
fingers to his sides, his toes curling up so to the 
floorboards for grip. Both Mary & Laura were fine 
cocksuckers; while one sucked the cock the other sucked 
on the dangling fuzzies.

Both girls shared in slurping on the jiz that was 
spilled. Willie's eyes rolled and he seemed to be very 
unable to breathe. The girls remained on their knees, 
gulping, smacking their lips and recovering. It wasn't so 
light in the room so August couldn't tell rightly for 
sure if whether or not Pa Charles had a boner going or 
not--it was assumed, though.

Time to move this along--and ensure that Pa Charles got a 
boner!

*

Mary was helped up onto the handmade dinning table. She 
laid out with legs dangling over. Albert got between 
those legs, admired the furry patch before him and with 
just a little encouragement from the Unseen August, 
Albert began fingering Mary's twat. 

The "lips" were pulled open and the inner being of the 
snatch was closely examined--admired. Albert began a 
steady two minute cunt lick; his fingers delving into the 
tunnel of extreme pleasure; fingering her close at hand 
bung hole, nipping the engorged clit. When it could be 
seen that his cock had indeed returned to full strength 
he stood and began angling his prong into her. Mary 
tightened up, Nellie and Laura stared in absolute awe. 
Albert slid his prong all the way in and steadily began 
humping. Willie watched in amazement--assuming full well 
that HIS turn was next!

Albert humped, pumped, flexed his sweating ass muscles 
nearly all on his own--once the sex act was in progress 
there was little need to "hold" him. Mary, too. Mary 
twisted, shown signs of protest, but for the most part 
humped back and somewhat enjoyed it.

His first honest orgasm in where an orgasm belonged--it 
was fantastic! He was stunned himself at how wondrous the 
deed was. He marveled, stared down at the lovely girl, 
her perky nipples erect, face awash in sweat and lustful 
awe. She, too, had cum, the feeling was sensational! It 
was more than she expected.

Albert humped until he could hump no more. His cock 
remained in the sopping wet cunny until finally he 
managed to pull out. Even doing that felt wondrous. He 
shuddered, ass muscles tightening, his cock still pulsing 
and shooting bits of cum.

On trembling legs he stood, leaning against the table for 
support, sweat dripping off of him. It was glorious! 
Glorious Centurion, glorious!

*

Caroline once more hung her head as Willie Oleson climbed 
onto Mary. Laura twisted in place as she could no nothing 
more. Nellie whined and looked on in horror, awe, fright, 
and only mild curiosity.

Caroline was helpless, hopeless, 110% distraught. It was 
only to get worse. She could only stand at the wall and 
watch helplessly, hopelessly as the horror continued 
relentlessly.

Charles seemed to be okay, a little concerned but 
otherwise okay with what was happening--as horrible as it 
seemed to be regardless. August continued to keep little 
Carrie occupied, tickling her and keeping her interested 
in the stick puppet.

Willie continued in his efforts fucking Mary. His doings 
were somewhat different than that of Albert, he was 
slower. He paused now and then to shudder, fully sinking 
all of his organ into Mary's super pussy, it popped out 
every now and then and he humped her gash a few times 
before slipping back in where it belonged. When after 
Willie Oleson finally orgasmed and stood by the still cum 
dripping Albert, Laura got up onto the table; but not 
into a Fuck Me position. She instead mounted her sister, 
sitting down onto Mary's face and then laying down on 
her--assuming the wonderful 69er position.

August doubted that anyone in the room knew of the 
wonderful advanced position, everyone watched as Laura 
and Mary began tonguing one another's poon. Mary gripped 
Laura's ass and flicked her tongue to her sister's cunt, 
pulling the cheeks wide open revealing the experience to 
her horrified Ma who stood just a few feet beyond.

August was now hard pressed to keep himself from joining 
in, but he was far from done with the family. Not just 
yet. Albert had sufficiently "rested" so he got the 
lovely task of coming around the table to Mary's head and 
Laura's ass. He rubbed the girl's butt, fingered the hole 
and as Caroline thought for sure she would lose her ever 
lovin' mind, the boy began poking and prodding his way 
into the hole.

Laura wasn't overly pleased with licking Mary's cum laden 
cunt, she was equally displeased when Albert began making 
anal entry into her. There was nothing she could do, 
though, but cling to Mary, continue noshing, and accept 
it.

Albert was obliging, very. August delighted in the boy's 
doing. Albert detested merely having to perform his duty 
while in the presence of everyone else. Blocking 
"everyone else" out of his mind he entered Laura's 
backdoor and sunk himself fully. His cock had just begun 
to ache from the incessant humping.

After Albert had done his despicable deed, he nearly 
collapsed onto Laura, he had very little strength for 
anything else. He shot a mighty wad, though, into Laura's 
backdoor. His whole body shuddered, his mouth and eyes 
were no longer his to control.

No one moved, no one spoke, no one breathed. Albert 
finally pulled himself together and pulled his weenie out 
of Laura's well lubed hole. Mary was seen to be "cumming" 
herself. She had had the narly task of sucking onto 
Albert's swinging balls as he fucked.

The ordeal was tumultuous--but it was still only the 
beginning.

*

Willie took his turn, naturally--but this time Mary was 
on top of Laura. And, as an added bonus--while Willie 
pounded Mary's corn hole, Nellie got in the act by being 
on her knees and licking out Laura's pussy. Nellie wasn't 
so pleased with this and neither was Laura. Not at first. 
Mary grunted as Willie pegged, and she couldn't help it, 
either, but in her distress she urinated onto sister 
Laura! Laura protested but wasn't 100% sure for certain 
what the stuff was that came coating her face. Already 
she had had some cum drench her, she was appalled with 
Willie's bare balls in her face, Mary's cunt, the whole 
horrible ordeal. She didn't know who was tongue lashing 
her pussy and only partially enjoyed it.

It was now time for Ma and Pa's turn.

*

For Ma it was just a simple matter of having her stripped 
down--by Albert and Willie. It could be seen in her face 
how distraught she was, confused at how she was unable to 
stop to horrendous act befalling her. Charles, too, was 
alarmed and mystified; then Mary, Laura, and Nellie came 
to HIM--stripping away HIS clothes.

With Ma removed from her clothing, the boys stood 
gallantly before her with major erections, even though 
Caroline was older, a mother, an adult, the boys held her 
aloft higher than the likes of Nellie, Mary, and Laura. 
Their young eyes feasted (feasted) on her motherly 
breasts, down her body to her nakedness, her motherly 
wonderment of all mankind.

'Get on the table.' August Mind-linked with her. Caroline 
frantically tried to resist but could not. She found her 
body doing something she did not want it to do and it 
frustrated her. Onto the table she went, laying down with 
legs dangling over, legs open. Albert went first, going 
down on her nappy dugout and munching like a pro. Willie 
got the auspicious task of climbing up onto the table and 
up against Caroline's head. Caroline then placed her hand 
up between the youth's legs and fondled his ass, balls, 
and asshole--all the while taking his puddling into her 
mouth for a nice long suck.

And speaking of sucking.

Mary, Laura, and Nellie were doing a fine job on Charles' 
schlong. Each girl took her turn, squeezing his manly 
balls, sucking every inch of his manly cock bringing him 
close to orgasm. Nellie was already detested by having to 
suck Willie and Albert's cock, then to be forced 
(somehow) to suck Laura's pussy. Now she was (somehow 
again) sucking away at Mr. Ingalls' cock! It was into 
Nellie's sweet mouth that Charles did cum. He couldn't 
help it nor stop it. But Mary and Laura got their share, 
just the same, there was plenty to go around. But the 
first great gob of man juice filled Nellie's mouth, she 
retched, gagged and nearly vomited. Mary then took her 
Pa's cock and jerked it a little more getting more 
jutting juices into her mouth and onto her face.

Laura got her turn and then.

They watched as Willie still got his cock sucked but now 
Albert was on top of Caroline, his cock buried to the 
hilt into the woman's pussy. He was fucking like he knew 
how. Caroline's free hand cupped his ass and endured the 
incredible ordeal that was semi pleasing but still 
terrible just the same.

Albert fucked for all he was worth, he humped and bucked, 
grunted and went through the stages of experiencing a 
tumultuous orgasm. But he didn't shoot. His was empty. 
But the feeling, the sensation of ejaculation was still 
there and that counted. He shuddered, froze up and bucked 
like a rapid dog or rabbit and then rested with his pud 
still in Caroline's cunt.

Caroline's titties were pert, the nipples pointy. Willie 
fondled them and began squirting his young pre-teen 
juices onto Caroline's face. Caroline was cumming 
herself, juices flowed from her cunny to pool 'neath her 
ass.

Charles now had a raging boner that wouldn't quit. 
Sooooo, August had Mary turn about, grip the table with 
her hands and stand back, Charles peeled away from the 
wall he had been clinging to and stepped up--unbelieving 
how this was actually happening--his cock he angled 
himself to his daughter's backdoor and began penetrating 
her.

Mary twisted and gyrated--Pa's cock was soooooo much 
bigger than Albert's or Willie's. Her butt muscles 
tightened up and the "invasion" had difficulties 
breaching. But no worries, dire determination and all 
that finally prevailed and Pa's cock WAS in, to the hilt. 
Laura had a grip on the dangling swelled balls, Nellie 
caressing the man's ass, and sodomy was a done deal.

Albert finally pulled out and off of his Ma, massaged his 
cock and watched May taking in the ass. He was lathered 
in sweat, he never thought in all his fantasies about 
doing Caroline that it would be so good. Willie took up 
position and began his turn. Albert rubbed Willie's ass 
until he was "commanded" to get up the table and "give 
yer Ma a taste!"

*

With Pa's juices flowing out of Mary's corn hole, it was 
up to Laura to lap the hole clean--while Nellie had the 
task of cleaning Pa's cock. She didn't want to, protested 
and even Charles thought that it was a bit much. But he 
couldn't prevent it from happening and August was in his 
glory.

On the sly he had begun undressing little Carrie. No body 
seemed to be paying her any attention, not even noticing 
that she was in a sitting position but not actually 
"sitting" on anything!

Nellie retched and gagged as she took Charles' gangly 
member into her mouth. Laura retched and gagged herself 
as Mary's corn hole was not overly pleasing to lick out. 
But then both girls had the task of cleaning out 
Caroline's quim, both licking the furry cum laden 
drenched twat at the same time--which segued into having 
the girls stand and embrace one another and push their 
tongues into one another's mouths for a deep serious 
Frenching!

Mary then came to climb up onto the table and squat onto 
her Ma's face. Albert then caressed Mary's ass and licked 
the hole himself (before applying his aching cock to the 
hole and fucking it.) Caroline gripped Albert's ass, 
pulling the cheeks wide and sucked on his balls as well 
as Mary's sopping wet cunny.

Charles moved up and began poking Albert's corn hole, 
fingering it out and deftly pushing his own aching organ 
into his adopted son's backdoor. Nellie and Laura were 
still in a lip lock, fondling one another's ass and 
making all kinds of noises--displeasing noises as their 
doings were not to their liking.



Scene 1/Act II

On the floor Nellie lay on her back. Laura sat on her 
face and after having drunk three glasses of water, 
spanked on the ass hard 'cause she refused to comply to 
the Mind-link command, she finally submitted and began 
urinating on Nellie's face. 

Charles was buried to the hilt in Nellie's cunt, fucking 
steadily and watching intently as Laura peed and Nellie's 
bouncing young titties. When the orgasm began in earnest 
Charles both emptied his load in Nellie's cunt and then 
pulled out--as per commanded, shooting what was left onto 
Nellie's bare tummy. Laura went down to lick up the 
spilled splooge as well as suck clean her Pa's cock.

Beside them on the bear skin rug Caroline Ingalls was on 
all fours with Albert in her ass and Willie underneath, 
sucking on her pussy as well as Albert's swinging balls. 
Scene 1/Act III

The sun had set and the spunk had been spent. Charles was 
exhausted, as were Albert and Willie. They had cum all 
they could and could cum no more. Both Albert and Willie 
had assumed the "doggie-style" position and been reamed 
out by Charles, spanked and peed on. They had been 
spanked and peed on with Mary and Laura squatting both on 
their faces as well as their private parts. 

Caroline held out the longest but finally straddled the 
boys' faces (each in turn) and showered them with her 
pee. Mary and Laura sat up on their knees while Albert & 
Willie stood before them peeing on them.

The girls sucked the boys' cocks afterwards while Charles 
finally put his dick into his wife's cunt and fucked her 
into oblivion. Thereafter no one moved, no one had the 
energy.

By then August had little Carrie naked. She was tired, 
fussy, bitchy, and no longer in the mood to play with the 
stick puppet. August had another puppet for her to play 
with and promptly boned her. She was virginal, was. He 
licked her out, spanked her lightly, and entered her 
young super tight cunny.

When done he had the boys lick her out and press their 
super aching schlongs to her cunny, as well as her Pa's. 
The boys (and Pa) really didn't want to sink so low as to 
molest such a young child. But again, they were powerless 
and humped young Carrie before the wild horrified eyes of 
the others.

Invisible August sat back in a chair and placed Carrie on 
his lap, had her straddle him and take his cock up into 
her pussy. Gripping her ass he guided her up and down his 
cock until he filled her young pussy with his love 
juices.

Carrie was not overly pleased and wailed.

August then had the boys fuck the little girl--the boys 
wailed more than Carrie did, their cocks ached so. 
Charles did the task lastly and then there was a knock 
upon the door.

Nells & Harriet Oleson--searching for their missing 
children. Scene 1/Act IV

Can we say GangBang? Orgy? Fuck Me, Suck Me, Fuck Me some 
more? While Charles and the boys rested, the girls and 
Caroline rested, Nells and his uppity snooty wife 
undressed and for the first time ever, Nells got a blow 
job. He had never ever even had heard of such a thing. 
But it was wondrous. It was slightly appalling to be in 
the midst of everyone else and all that but it couldn't 
be helped.

Nells licked out his daughter Nellie firstly, then sucked 
on Mary and Laura, sucked on their titties and made 
vaginal entry into Nellie thereafter. Nellie lay on the 
table with her dainty ass up to the edge. Harriet was 
beside herself and deeply tried to protest the horrible 
offense.but Charles came up behind her and crammed his 
ever fucking cock up into her asshole.

Totally mystified was Nells as he schlepped his salami 
into his beautiful daughter's cunny. His mind was 
virtually empty of all thought, only striving to fuck, 
enjoy the fuck, and contemplate on more fucking. It was a 
wondrous thing, he did realize that yea it was immoral, 
illicit, wrong, and so forth--but those things were 
downplayed as the sensation of the deed outweighed the 
barbarity.

When he had last had cum, humped and strained all he 
could, pulled out and humped his daughter's gash, he 
stepped back on wobbly legs and watched as Mary's tongue 
cleaned the cum laden cunt and Laura took his cock and 
sucked it clean!

Albert and Willie were sandwich fucking Harriet--Willie 
in her pussy while Albert pegged her from behind. Charles 
emptied his splooge into Caroline on the floor, giving 
Harriet the optimum view of his cock entering the pussy.

Once Laura had finished sucking clean Nells' cock, Nells 
got Mary into a doggie-style and reamed her asshole. 
Albert withdrew from Harriet's ass and stuffed himself 
into Mary's mouth.

*

On and on it went, through the long night with virtually 
everyone's hole getting sopping wet with goo. Caroline 
and Harriet eventually got into a 69er, were spanked and 
peed on and multi fucked--that is to say all three of 
their "holes" were filled with cock at the same time.

Nells took a turn, too, at penetrating young Carrie. Cum 
the morning and August took his leave of the family. He 
too had taken his turns with the Ingalls and Olson 
children, Caroline and Harriet, too. His finale was 
simply instilling the nastiness to continue. On their 
own. Forever. They would secretly meet and carry on 
sexually, in the house, in the barn, in the countryside--
wherever and whenever the need struck them. They would 
fully endorse and enjoy the wild wills of sexual intimacy 
among them, swapping, incest, orgies.

It took until nigh noon the following day for these 
notions to take affect. August had no idea if ever these 
notions would/should wear off. If they did, oh well--he 
would be long gone by then.

He had settled his accounts in town, bought a horse, 
equipped himself with provisions and assorted personal 
items and headed off for the wild unknown.

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*The Wild Unknown coming up in Chapter 16...this ain't 
over yet, folks.*

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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