August Moone
Book 2
Roadtrips & Sidetrips
Chapter 10
Travels with August

	To say the least they were a little overcrowded.  That was putting it mildly.  The mega RV was suitable, for a medium sized family, not 2 dozen plus!  But for the time being it would have to do.  It just made things--cozy.  Nothing wrong with being cozy!
	August still wrestled with his future.  The Device.  His Past.  His Present.  The Device was most of it, a great deal of it.  He still wrestled with the plausibility of What was Real/What was Fantasy.  There were too many variables and unanswered questions.
	The Other Side, a parallel universe.  Was that possible?  Could the Device get him there?  Why would he want to go anyways?  Could he come back if the Other Side proved to be inhospitable?  
	There were no guarantees about anything.  He already knew this by his Time Tripping, the Device had been unreliable and failed him a few times.  But then again, was that the Device’s fault or his?
	He had to sigh, a big sigh, he knew his life would have been different (way different) had he not encountered the Device, perhaps a little drab, but fine--at least he wouldn’t be wracking his brain with complexities he knew nothing about!
	Now he was Father Goose to a gaggle of goslings.  That was okay, but he was sure it had its limits.  (For one, he felt that his dick was going to fall off if he humped one more hole!)
	Ara Lee remained quiet for the most part, she continued in her efforts to mind the kiddies, the teens, too.  But heavy thoughts weighed on her mind, her future was uncertain, her past a shambles.  Each of the teen kids had thoughts to their own (well, not exactly to their own….)  Each teen had done stuff, stuff that couldn’t be overturned or easily stepped over.  There was no going back, for none of them.
	August still had his work cut out for him, working on those who needed worked on.  It was a tiring task, on his mind as well as those he dinked with.  He came to feel that the Device had once more come to be a part of him,  he still didn’t understand it and didn’t know if at all he wanted to.  Just to “go with the flow.” so to speak.
	The laptop Device was still a solid object, but now there was a portion of it “installed” into his being.  He could send his Second Self out among the masses, there was no interaction save for simply “seeing & hearing” but he felt that probably soon that would change.
	Occasionally he got the HeadsUpDisplay in his vision, giving him odd information his human brain could not decipher.  He still had to wonder what the exact purpose of the Device was.  
	Winnie and Wendsy were still his favorites, but he had cum to enjoy the company of a few of the “others”, too.  The wee little ones were a delight, sure; but Kristy, Dawn, Stacie--they were treasures to behold and “delight” in a different way.  He enjoyed watching the likes of Logan and Brock sink themselves into Karen, Courtney and Charlotte, as well as do doubles on Ara, adult Charlotte and the other girls, as well.  
	In conversations with adult Charlotte August knew that traveling about in the RV was not overly suitable.  Constantly driving here and there, no space, no privacy.  A home, a LARGE home would be more appropriate.  August knew that.  But the recent “acquisitions” had put a mild damper on his tentative plans, he still wanted to have a pow-wow with the Indian who possibly knew something about the Other Side, the Parallel Universe.  
	If the Device could Time Trip, it could possibly do other weird things, wondrous things--not just debauchery.
	And if the whole thing proved to be a bust or not worth it or whatever, then fine--he’d settle for “acquiring” some fine large freaking mansion somewhere secluded and make a go at it there.  He was sure that with all the fucking that had commenced that those girls of child bearing years who could--were.
	August took the round-about way of entering the Mile High City, still trying to avert the most serious of storm fronts.  Just before connecting with the westbound interstate it was chow time.  The RV had yet to be fully stocked with the necessary items to sustain it.  A pit/piss stop was in order.  August didn’t want to frighten the locals (or gain any undue attention) by pulling in with a small horde of peoples exiting the RV, so a few at a time.
	He still worried about the “acquired ones” being recognized, changing their hairstyles/colors, body styles and such had yet to be done.  He kept it in mind and watched as the first load of  AOs depart and make their way to the two local eateries.   Ara accompanied the first batch, Charlotte would go with the second.
	Wendsy sat on his lap, being quiet, somewhat fidgety.  He held her firmly and rested, he had been driving for some time and needed the rest.  Charlotte offered to take over, but would need a little private time in some large open area to learn how to manage the 40-foot land yacht.
	Presently his eyes came to rest on a young woman, in her mid to late 30s, fussing over a steaming engine of a late model (70s) station wagon.  A teenage boy stood beside her, both shaking their heads.  
	A younger woman in her mid twenties caught Wendsy’s attention, she directed August to check her out.  The woman had a nice ass.  Very nice, it was flabby but still very pleasing.  Light airy summer slacks, pale blue.  She gaily ambled across a broken parking lot to a hot red sports car.  She seemed alone, she had a small bag of goodies to carry her thru into Denver 60 miles away.
	August felt his cock beginning to surge.  ‘Oh no.’ he groaned to himself.  Wendsy snaked her hand down between her legs and found his bulge, she gave it a squeeze and wriggled her darling little butt about, nestling more and more on him.  She still preferred to wear short mid-thigh dresses, of the Olde Style kind, a little lace trim, light and airy, with no undergarments.
	August hugged the odd girl, firmly, hoping to head off an untimely bout of hysterical orgasms.  It had only been a few hours since his last orgy-like hump fest, his cock needed rest--rest and recuperation.
	The flabby assed girl entered her ‘Vette and sped off towards Denver.
	Wendsy managed to fish out August’s cock, part her cheeks and wiggle the monster schlong into her body.  She tightened up her cheeks and August groaned--a satisfying groan of pleasure, mixed with some discomforting pain and anguish.

					*****

	The mechanic called didn’t seem to give the disabled vehicle a good prognosis.  The already distraught woman brought her hand to her head and looked pleadingly to the burly man in dingy overalls for some pitiful help.
	None was given.  It was doggy-dogged world and no one did shit for anyone else without the aid of the almighty dollar.  And the woman had limited funds for such a surgery as the mechanic suggested required.
	The teen boy hugged his mother’s shoulder in a so-so effort to offer what condolence he could under the dire circumstances.  It sucked.  It sucked, it sucked, it sucked big time.  The mechanic returned to the nearby garage to work on those vehicles whose owners DID have the almighty dollar.  The woman kicked the bumper of the defunct station wagon.
	It was fully loaded--with all their personal possessions.  The license plate gave them away as from the wondrous state of New Jersey.  August gently rocked in his seat watching the now stranded pair.  Their fate seemed inevitable.  Wendsy had fallen to sleep, Charlotte gave August a long look, then back out to the stranded mother & son.
	“Oh no.” she breathed.  “You’re not…”  she closed her eyes, she knew.

	The small herd of his own family disrupted his thoughts and notions.  Kristy hung her mouth open as she saw August hand off the naked Wendsy to adult Charlotte.  August stood with his trousers at his ankles, he stood just out of the direct line-o’sight viewing of the great bay window of the mega RV, fondled his balls and gave Kristy a steady look.  She was not so much into participating in open orgies.  She was more of the private type.  She was a naughty girl and very nasty, but private about it.
	She turned and reacquainted herself with the others.  Some of the “others” also caught sight of August Moone’s nudity.  Staci and Dawn were kind of intrigued, giggled and were slightly embarrassed.  Mary Anne eyed his nakedness, feasting her eyes upon his slowly growing erection.
	The little girls were in among the gathering and were not eyeing his prick, but the little boys, were--comparing the size of their benefactor’s schlong to their own meager dinkies.
	August pulled up his trousers and meandered his way thru the gaggle centered in the lovely spacious living quarters.  As he passed by he eyes Kristy who was eyeing him.  He smiled at her, it had been tedious-tedious work dilly-dallying with the groups’ minds, it had put a serious strain on August, but in the long run he felt that he had been successful--the girls, the boys, all had been “fixed” into accepting August Moone and his narly ways.
	It was a new way of life, he tried erasing their past so as they could go on with their future, for the most part he was successful in that venture, too; but their were still lingering stray thoughts that sought to befuddle the mind.  More work was needed, required.  For those who had serious problems dealing with what they had been through and/or what had happened or as a result of their narly shenanigans, August strove harder to nip the memory and replace it with a new one--or simply leave it blank.
	Ara Lee was aware of what was going on, including a little about the Device.  She was no dummy, she knew that it was not “magic” August was doing, no sleight of handiwork here--just a measure of sophisticated appliance.
	And she was cool with that.  It was disruptive and the worst kind of debauchery, but all in all she was cool with it.  She was fearful of her new life, still clinging to her old one, but semi readily to accept and adopt the new one.
	Staci and Dawn stripped out of their clothes but remained in their panties.  They tried on new clothes and helped the little kids with their new duds.  It was a new kind of family freedom that they were getting used to.  August liked.
	He made his way thru the gaggle and entered into the first bathroom, his trousers had remained unzipped with the trouser snake proudly exposed.  A quick wash and then a lengthy pee.  When he emerged from the small lavatory Kristy was there.  She didn’t seem to need to use the facility, she was being bashful and shy.  August liked that, too.
	He took her gracefully by the arm and led her down to the main bedroom, closing the privacy door behind him.  He removed Kristy’s new pullover top and fondled her lovely young teenage breasts.  Then he leaned in to kiss her, sinking his tongue into her mouth before his cock.
	He held her to him, kissing, fondling, petting, caressing, slipping his hand inside her jeans and squeezing ass flesh.  Kristy retuned the kiss and held him tight for a moment, before a hand of hers found his schlong and began toying with it.
	His eyes fluttered uncontrollably as his cock began to surge, there was a tad bit more pain & anguish involved over the pure pleasure that was usually its state.  (too much of a good thing!?  Just desserts?)
	Kristy undid her own bra and then eased down to her knees bracing her back against the bed.  She eyed the super schlong waggling/pulsing before her, her nostrils flared and then she closed her heavenly dark eyes, leaned in and began sucking on the head, just the head.
	August ran his hands through her silky dark hair, gently easing his cock into her mouth.  She engulfed the member and the pain & anguish melted away.
	Just as Kristy fully began sucking the cock whole a gentle knock came to the privacy door.  August simply turned a bit and slid the door open.  Mary Anne.  Demure shy naughty Mary Anne.  August liked her.  He liked them all, naturally; each girl had her own charm about her; Stacie, Dawn, Kristy, Mary Anne, Claudia, Mallory, Cheri--all were special in their own right.  
	Mary Anne stood wearing a pale ankle length plaid dress outfit.  She was sooooooo pretty, August’s cock surged more and the first stirrings of jiz began to floor Kristy’s mouth.  August took Mary Anne’s hand and guided her in.  He noted Stacie and Logan looking back to see.  Stacie was totally nude, as were all the kiddies.  Ara was in her panties only, Logan was nude.  It was one big happy naughty family.

	Mary Anne stepped out of her dress, this after a long tender French kissing bout with August.  Kristy lowered Mary Anne’s pristine white cotton undies.  August stepped out of his clothes and guided Kristy onto the bed.  When dinking with the group’s minds in past days he had naturally taken advantage, the kids were all already on board with being naughty to the highest degree--the highest.  With the advent of encountering August Moone, he was now their “Father”/”Dad”, their leader.  They would obey him and “follow his lead” at any time he so wished.
	Ain’t having a Device fun!  The perks are wondrous!  Wondrous!
	The only thing was that August’s schlong just couldn’t take it, it needed a vacation!  He sat back, leaning against the wall, prompting the girls with subtle head nods to “frolic.”  And so they did.  Firstly laying their now nude bodies together and kissing, fondling one another’s breasts, fingering one another betwixt the legs. 
	This was followed up with “pussy humping.”
	Then, with Kristy on top, Mary Anne began “spanking” Kristy.
	They soon turned to endure a luscious 69er, by now August could stand it no more, he came onto the bed and positioned himself behind Kristy’s ass.  Mary Anne parted fourteen year old’s cheeks.  August began a steady penetration to the teen’s rectum.  Mary Anne directly underneath fondled August’s hairy testicles, she sucked on them and nuzzled and helped guided his cock into Kristy’s crapper.
	He had entered the group members’ bodies when dinking with their minds, but once was never enough.  Some required several “sessions”, too.  August was eager to help out, but the end result was a very-very sore dick.  
	He slid himself fully into Kristy’s backdoor, gripped her luscious hips and slowly guided back out, clenching all the way.  Kristy buried her face into her friend’s muff, Mary Anne put a hickie on August’s ass cheek and then returned to engulfing his furries.
	At length the “feeling” was undeniable and he began humping with vigor & vim.  (hey, who invited those two along!?)  His balls left Mary Anne’s mouth and they slapped against Kristy’s body.  Both teens made noises of pleasure, August made grunting noises of discomfort.  He now only wanted to cum and get it over with.
	Finally the spurting began and he filled Kristy’s back entrance with his love cream.  He had to hump and hump to get it all out and to semi satiate his orgasmic need.  With that done his cock plopped out of Kristy’s well reamed hole, he sat back on Mary Anne’s head and fondled himself as his sexual plateau plummeted and needed a moment to recover.
	August slowly eased over onto the empty side of the bed, up against the wall of the RV.  He felt the air of the A/C and it relaxed him, helped him “recover.”  He thought he would never see the day that he would actually regret humping another hole.
	Mary Anne lapped up the juices spilled into Kristy’s rim, Kristy herself had managed to bring Mary Anne to orgasm--although Mary Anne had a little extra help.
	Kristy rolled over onto her backside, frigging her gash and laying in wonderment.  August had not fully recovered, his eyes met Mary Anne’s and his cock moaned.
	Unable to move on his own Mary Anne crawled over Kristy and straddled August herself.  Her pussy nestled onto August, his hands to her hips and admired the young teen.  If he had a daughter he would indeed want her to be like Mary Anne.
	She lay on him and wriggled her body, her sex, against his.  They commenced to kissing and light fondling.  Kristy watched them for a bit then eased off of the queen bed and entered the master bath for a quick shower.  When she returned, August and Mary Anne were asleep.
New Recruits
	They were still qualms about the Other Side, first of all--was it real?  The strange disappearances, unexplainable disappearances all contrived to mean something.  Whole civilizations vanishing without a trace, whole ships, airplanes suddenly disappearing.  Some were scientifically explained away, but that said maybe.  In reality, no one really knew.
	August had a clue, a small insight.  But was it hearsay or something close to truth?  The Device was certainly something--something he still knew little about even after all the years it had been in his possession!  And even if he DID find a “doorway” to the Other Side--should he go?  He had “time tripped” back as far as the 1880s, and that was something.  What would “tripping” over to a parallel universe be like?
	These notions and others frustrated the 8th Month, so while his growing brood rested he struck off alone to think.  Sitting and thinking didn’t work for him, he needed to walk it out.
	He was still concerned about the Device and himself.  What was happening there?  Who was becoming a part of who??  Was the Device slowly enveloping him, migrating or consuming him?  At times he still doubted the Device as a whole, that he was still some sort of government object of experimentation.  It was possible.
	With a big sigh he meandered out of the mega RV and merged into the surrounding area.  No particular destination intended, just to walk and stretch legs and clear his mind.
	Nothing like a little “spying” to clear one’s mind….

	The Device continued to enthrall him with every new nuance.  August found that by concentrating real hard--he could see thru walls.  Any other time he would have been rather astounded.  But the Device had taken him thru time, the Device had enlightened him with fantastic abilities of being invisible to controlling other peoples’ minds.  Seeing thru walls was just another nifty shtick.
	It was not without some minor hazards--a bitch of a headache and a little dizziness.  But that he had come to be used to, each new nuance he encounter via the Device left him with a perplexing disability.  It lingered for a while and then disappeared only to return with the next new Device ability.
	On the lee side of the semi-rundown hotel August traipsed about nonchalantly.  To his right the great expanse of near desert-scape, propane tanks, old worn out trucks from the 40s and 50s, stacks of tires, piles of general refuse and debris.  To his left, the back portion of the hotel.  
	There were entrances here, the hotel rooms having a “front” door as well as a rear.  Two stories.  A few vehicles were parked here, August noted the station wagon from the Garden State parked nearby, its hood still up.  Mildly he was mostly interested in the pair that had once ridden in it.  He didn’t expect to actually find them, there were fifty rooms and he didn’t feel like “spying” into each one.
	But he DID spy into a few rooms.  In one room there was dark haired man in his forties banging the daylights out of a Chinese girl in her mid teens.  They were both nude.  The girl was pretty, short dark hair, very well rounded face, petite frame with 32Bs on her chest.  She gripped the messed up covers of the bed, clinging on to dear life with her lovely tan ass at the foot of the bed while the man banged off on her box.
	When the man finally emptied his seed into the delightful teen, and after brief rest period, the girl slid off of the bed, cum dripping from her well fucked cunny, and gripped the man’s bold schlong.  She pulled the skin back to keep the cock “stiff” and gobbled it whole.
	With the cock re-stiffened, the man’s eyes fluttering, the girl returned to the bed, on her hands and knees, face down, ass up.  The man licked her ass crack, fingered her backdoor, spanked her, then mounted her and promptly humped her ass until he shot his next load.
	The two fell into one another’s arms, hugging and kissing until the man naturally fell off into a blissful sleep.  The teenage girl eased off the bed and entered into the bathroom, showered, then returned to the bed and snuggled to her adult male lover.
	August peeked into the next room.
	He had to “peek” into three more rooms before he found his next tasty tidbit.
	Here a little more was going on:  a younger girl (much younger) was the center of attraction.  She lay out on the bed with her young legs held back--being held back by a male youth not quite into his teens but with a nice cock just the same.
	Between the girl’s legs was a man, licking her young hairless cunny.  
	On the other side of the young naked girl was a teenage girl, fingering herself and also helping hold the child’s legs back.  The pre-teen boy masturbated himself but was also having his virtually hairless testicles fondled by the little girl.
	August then saw in the backdrop a nude woman, operating a video camera!  She was tall, long silky dark hair, a bald poon, big tits that were round and supple.  The man licking his little girl at length sat back, admired the nude child on the bed then ambled up and pressed his rock hard cock against the child’s pussy.  
	It was just a few presses, a gliding up and down, and then he was entering her, going slowly but sinking himself fully.  The child’s legs rested against her father’s sweating hairless chest.  The teen girl and her pre-teen brother laid out on the bed with their sex facing their mother and the video camera.  The woman trained the camera onto the two as they “coupled”, then came to captured the fucking of the father and daughter.
	When the man had cum and subsequently pulled out, the woman operating the camera stopped recording to go down and clean her daughter’s cunt as well as slurp on her hubby’s schlong.

	Four peekaboo rooms down August enjoyed watching as two boys 10 and 12 lay naked on a bed 69ing one another, the younger lad on top of the older one.  The older youth smacking his young sibling’s ass, it seemed as though his mouth was fully engulfing the younger lad’s wares.
	A even younger youth was being hammered doggie style on the floor beside the bed.  The man doing the hammering was a sandy brown haired fellow with dire determination to cum in his young-young son.  The boy seemed in some anguish as his father plowed him from behind, but he hung on, gripping the carpet and enduring the sodomy.

	On the second floor, second room down from the stair and ice machine, August was enchanted to see the two travelers from New Jersey.  Both were nude with the teen boy on top of his middle aged mother.  Both were bucking into one another with the boy occasionally slurping on his mother’s lovely-lovely titties.  When he had at last cum, he sat back on his heels and fondled himself while his mother fingered her cum gushing pussy, friggin’ her clit, and continuing to moan--if not cum.
	The boy scooted up his mother’s sweating nude body and titty fucked her until she raised her head up to greet his prick, she sucked the head of the teen son’s schlong.
	She ultimately sucked him fully, gripping her long fingers onto his sheen naked ass, bringing him to cum off in her mouth.  The boy went ballistic, shooting cum into her mouth, onto her face, all over.  He fell away, massaging his severely aching-cum shooting cock while his mother lapped up the juices spilled on her.
	August suddenly got a flash in his mind--seeing Charlotte and the New Jersey-ite 69ing one another.  The teen boy screwing his way thru the B’7 girls, then the boys Logan & Brock banging the New Jersey mother.  It could be quite a shindig.
	He left the hotel and wandered out into the desert-scape.  Not far, just to the nearest boulder.  He still needed to clear his mind.  

                                                  *****

	The mega RV still needed/required stuff.  Food stuff, personal stuff, stuff stuff.  Water, fuel, extra equipment.  August curiously wondered that if he actually DID find a way to the OtherSide, could he take the RV?  What were the conditions in the parallel universe?  Was anyone there?  How far along on the technological avenue was the other universe?
	More damn questions w/o answers.
	Come the morning, again in shifts, the occupants of the mega RV filed out to mingle and get sustenance from the local eatery.  August and Charlotte took their turns, Wendsy and Winnie with August (always.)
	While enjoying a lovely traditional breakfast August took note of the two New Jersey travelers.  They appeared to be in good spirits despite being seriously now without a mode of transportation.  August had noted that the defunct station wagon had been emptied of its traveling contents, it was now a possession of the mechanic (the car.)
	The woman must have gotten a few bills for the car, she and her teenage son had a room at the hotel and were now enjoying their own fine traditional breakfast.  Their future plans were uncertain, but for the here and now, they dined.
	Charlotte looked to August, then to the two Subjects.  She closed her eyes, shook her head slowly, ‘Oh no!’ she did offer up a meager smile.

	It was a couple of hours getting all the RVers fed and bathroom breaks.  August spent the time filling the RV’s water and fuel tanks, acquiring some extra needed items, perusing those who came to the small roadside eatery and keeping tabs on the two from New Jersey.
	At length he once more pried in on them; finding them in their room again, naked, with the mom on her hands and knees being reamed by her son from behind.  The handsome nude teen humped his mother vigorously, spanking her as he pumped her.  The woman tweaked her nipples, made much noise about her being hammered, frigged her dark bushy bush into ecstasy and finally when the lad had successfully creamed her, she turned about and sucked his soiled cock, his balls, and all.
	Right on the floor the boy balled her once more fucking her into oblivion.  They showered (and fucked in the shower) then on the bathroom floor while in the process of drying.  One more time on the floor by the bed before the woman/mother gave out and succumbed to sleep.
	Not the son, though.  He took several minutes of peace, though, sitting back against the bed and watching his nude mother sleep.  He fondled himself, lusted, and finally slipped into some clothes and left the room.
	August followed him (just because.)
	Nothing special, the boy jawed with the mechanic, then roamed about the area with no particular destination.  August noted that the lad, too, had the eyes for those visiting the small roadside stop.  Behind the restaurant were the bathrooms, a barbeque set up was here, too, a cord of wood, some piled debris.  Both August and the boy “Tommy” took note of a young girl approx. 13ish come seeking relief.  She entered the restroom for women and the two had strong desires to see the teen peeing  (or whatever.)
	August thought a moment then proceeded.
	Quickly he overtook Tommy, lulling the boy into a dreamlike state of mind & being.  It was so as the boy was unawares of August invading him, and so as the boy could thusly be manipulated without undue fright.  And so the boy gained insight into the mysterious world of a teenage girl in a privy.
	August tempted fate by utilizing the “see thru walls” feature of the Device.  It allowed them both to see the girl sitting on the toilet, pants and undies at her knees, hunched over pissing and pooping up a storm.  (farting, too.)  She read some of the lame dirty jokes, unloaded her needs then proceeded with the necessary duty of “cleaning” herself.
	August could tell that Tommy was highly aroused.  So was August.
	The teen girl pulled up her clothes then fussed with her hair before exiting the rather unpleasant restroom.  August once more tempted fate and zapped her, capturing her brain waves and bringing her to a standstill.  He firstly checked Tommy to make sure…
	Was he interested in shagging the young teen?
	Oh yeah.
	August had other questions for him, but later.
	The girl was directed to come around a large pile of debris, old washers, more tires, engine blocks & transmissions.  It was broad daylight, hot, muggy, but private.  Here the girl was prompted to undo her just fastened jeans and let them fall.  She shucked her blue cotton panties to her knees and then sat in a small stack of tires.  August pulled her jeans and panties on down to her ankles and carefully examined her love box.
	She was NOT a virgin.
	Peeking into her mind he found that she was making it with her boyfriend and his brother on a semi regular basis.  She wasn’t a slut and didn’t engage sexually all the time.  (And the boys wore protection when they did.)
	Tommy didn’t.  He went down on the girl’s musty snatch, licked her into hysteria before introducing his cock.  To Tommy it was all in his mind, he was highly imaginative and it was easy for him to believe what was happening to be in his mind--when it was not.
	The boy had a nice body, his jeans and underwear were down at his ankles while he put his cock into Jenny Anne.  August rubbed his own pud against the boy’s ass, spanked him and enjoyed the bout.
	After Tommy came all that he could offer, August took over.  The boy was drained, August was just sore.  Jenny Anne bucked and humped and would make a fine addition to the crew.  But August simply humped her then let her go.
	Tommy had been banging his mom for a LONG time.  Or she had been banging him, that part was a little fuzzy.  Tommy was okay with it, he was fucking at least.  He had yet to screw a normal girl, a girlfriend.  He had not, either, had any sex with any guys--but August saw that he was not overly opposed.
	As for making it with little ones, or seeing little ones involved sexually with each other or older ones--naw, he didn’t mind.  He had never had the opportunity to do so himself, but was not opposed.
	Time to have a “chat” with Tommy’s mother, “Alice.”
	Alice.  Alice Cahill.  A nice woman, from Jersey.  She had the accent and everything.  She was charming, up on current events, adored her son, and was a widow.  Her husband was a trucker.  Was.  Raising a son alone was tough, she had waitresses for a while at the local truck stop at the edge of the city.  Then a girlfriend living in sunny California told her of a wondrous position (still witnessing, but it had good perks).  She loaded up all her prized (and only) possessions, her son, and hit the long road cross country.
	They had made it as far as eastern Colorado.
	She had little money, the selling of the defunct 1975 Piece of Crap car netted her a few extra bills, but she was still miles away from San Francisco.  
	Tommy.  She did adore Tommy.  He was her light, her life.  How long she had been sexually involved with him--she didn’t know herself, but a while anyways, specially when he was capable of achieving a cunt pleasing erection.  She believed they first fucked when he was nigh but twelve years old, but she knew she had been molesting him long before that.
	She didn’t fear getting pregnant, she couldn’t.  She enjoyed sucking him, spanking, and being fucked by him.  It was a sexual-love affair.  One she feared one day would be her undoing.  But while it lasted they would enjoy.
	Did Alice have any notions for sharing her luscious body with others?  Say, young’uns, chit’lins, little ones?  Was she interested in engaging in a free for all, an orgy?  Could she handle being peed on, sucking a ten year old’s cock, being fucked in the ass by a twelve year old while an eight year old girl licked out her pussy!?
	Alice didn’t know--but she was curious about and wasn’t overly opposed.
	August balled her on her bed, spanked her, then sandwiched fucked her with her son in her pussy while he himself banged off in her backdoor.  By noon of that day Alice and Tommy were indeed a part of the mega RV crew.

Oh yeah!
	Alice and Tommy were a pair, carefree, joyous, fraught with problems and uncertainty to their future.  But it didn’t get them down.  They had each other, which was about all that they did have.  Incorporation into the Mega RV family was at first rebuked, they didn’t want to impose on an already LARGE crew.
	But August insisted.  And you know how he is when he “insists”.
	It wasn’t a big insist, he needn’t “break/twist” her arm, he was congenial about it, suave, and oh so charming.  “More the merrier.” he quipped.  Alice was a little taken by the large number of passengers, so was Tommy. 
	After introductions, Alice settled down to chat with Ara and Charlotte, typical women gossip stuff.  August gave Tommy the grand tour of the mega RV, and when Tommy chided that he would like to drive the beast, August said “Sure.” the more drivers the merrier!
	Charlotte wasn’t too comfortable with operating such a mammoth vessel, Ara was only so-so.  Alice had driven big rigs in her time, her late husband’s truck, so she was used to big things.
	August got the attention of Stacie and Dawn, and little eight year old Courtney, too.  The Device now seemed to be a part of him, fully & wholly.  He could operate independently of the mysterious object, or utilize his thoughts to make things happen.
	He didn’t know what to think about that--who was becoming a part of who?  He worried, too, about relying on the Device.  It could be his downfall.  And of that he already suspected.
	But in the interim; Tommy and August entered into the rear of the mega RV, accompanied by Stacie, Dawn, and Courtney.

	Tommy had no qualms having the little eight year old suck his cock.  After stripping down he stood up against the cherry wood paneled wall with an already massive teen erection.  Stacie had stripped down as well as had August.  Both were on the bed.  Tommy was a little embarrassed to be so vulnerable with another man, but the presence of the girls eased him.
	Dawn mounted August and began riding him, August smacking her ass and driving his bone up into her lovely young body.  Stacie lay out on the bed masturbating, smacking Dawn’s ass, fingering her hole, and eyeing the newcomer Tommy.
	Courtney was a cutey, long lovely silky light brown hair, a long narrow face that never saw nothing but enlightenment and a smile.  Dazzling brilliant blue eyes, a sweet persona she was, and at the tender age of eight was already beginning to “sprout.”
	Tommy bucked into the girl’s mouth, she had remained in her panties (as per August’s standing order--he so loved admiring girls in their undies.)  Tommy didn’t mind.  He was a little frightened about the whole ordeal, but the girl went after his schlong in quick time.  (albeit she was prompted so by August’s doing.)
	After shooting a massive wad of juice up into Dawn, Courtney left Tommy’s schlong and came to slurp on August’s cock.  Tommy now could admire the child’s panty clad ass.  His cock grew stiffer and he seemed in some distress.  August patted Courtney’s ass, pulling a cheek and seemingly inviting Tommy to come have more fun.  
	Stacie had began munching on Dawn’s cum laden cunt.  Tommy was enthralled.  He came onto the great queen bed and rubbed his cock against Courtney’s ass, then eased her panties down and pressed himself against her hole, gliding against her pussy of which he realized was not virginal.
	Pre-cum was already coating Tommy’s cock, he gulped, sweated, gripped Courtney’s ass and pushed his prick into her pussy.  He pumped a few pumps, pulled out and humped her ass before entering into her equally devirginized asshole.
	Courtney received a copious amount of man juice from August.  It was about all he could give.  He lay utterly exhausted.  Stacie mounted him, sitting on his face.  Dawn helped suck his dying cock, kissing (Frenching) Courtney, then kissing on Tommy, too.

	While he rested he sent his Second Self out among the masses; Logan and Mary Anne were taking a shower together in the hall bathroom; the remaining little kids were outside with Kristy supervising their play.  In the front-command area Mallory leaned (lay) over the driver’s seat; her top was on but her beige slacks and panties were down at her knees.  Behind her Brock pumped steadily, gripping her hips and sinking his five inch teen pecker into her sex fully.
	They were not in full view of the newcomer Alice Cahill, she was in the mid section chatting light heartedly with Ara Lee and adult Charlotte.In an alcove beyond the kitchen area Claudia lay out with her powder blue jeans matching panties at her ankles, laying out on a small comfy stool--being hammered by Jackie who was not outside playing with the others.
	August pondered a moment, then set the Device in him into action.  Just a light tap of introduction to Alice, directing her attention to check out Brock and Mallory.  She simply only needed to adjust her seating and look forward, Brock’s flexing ass and a portion of Mallory’s could very well be seen.
	Alice was at first appalled, shocked, dismayed.  But that was a natural instinct, she knew Brock was 14ish while Mallory was 12ish.  She didn’t know if whether or not the two were related (or for that matter WHO on the mega RV was) not that it really mattered.
	Her attention then was drawn to Claudia and Jackie.  Jackie’s ass she could see, as well as Claudia’s legs and clothing at her ankles.  Claudia Alice understood was Ara Lee’s daughter, so it would go to reason (both were Chinese.)
	Logan and Mary Anne came out of the hall bathroom, still a little damp and with Logan still sporting a major “woody.”  Alice got a full view of them, too.
	‘Alice. Come back to the rear bedroom.’
	She held her pose for a moment, still staring at Mary Anne and Logan, Logan’s cock, Jackie’s lily white ass flexing as he pumped the mostly unseen Claudia.  August sent his command again and Alice accepted it.  When she came to where Jackie was fucking Claudia, she paused to watch.  Jackie humped his fill and stood back, playing with his cock while Claudia fingered her pussy.  August detected some faint sexual stirrings within Alice.  That was a good thing.
	Logan smiled at Alice as she made her way passed, demure Mary Anne bowed her head and concealed her nude pussy.  Whenafter Alice had passed on by Mary Anne dropped to her knees and began munching on Claudia’s very cummy cunt.  Logan came into the kitchen and Ara scooted to HER knees, fondled Logan’s balls and began sucking him.

	Alice was speechless when she feasted her eyes on her Tommy.  Tommy lay out beside their benefactor with the little girl known as Courtney on top of him, his cock buried to the hilt up in her pussy, his hands clamped tenaciously onto her darling tush.
	On the other side of August Moone lay the two teen girls Stacie and Dawn, 69ing one another, August Moone spanking the girl on top while the girl on bottom fondled his cock.
	‘Take off your clothes, Alice.’
	He didn’t have to repeat his command/suggestion but she stripped down slowly just the same.  This was a little more than she bargained for and she didn‘t know quite how to react to it.
	She came onto the bed, caressing Courtney’s ass, staring at Tommy’s cock as it slid effortlessly into the young child’s pussy.  ‘Come on to me.’ August Minded to her.  Slowly the New Jersey-ite complied.  She still was fascinated with her son and Courtney, then turned her head slowly to watch Stacie and Dawn carry on.  August brushed his very sore aching cock against her poon and brought the woman back to semi-reality.