August Moone
Book 2
Roadtrips & Sidetrips
Chapter 13
Classic Annihilation

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	The Device.  An item that warped a Subject(s) mind; in more ways than one.  It had the ability to manipulate Brain Waves; in such a way as the Subject(s) regarded the Possessor of the Device Invisible.  The Subject(s) mind could also (primarily) be rendered in such a way that they had no choice but to obey the Possessor of the Device.  The Subject(s) received input from the Device, the Subject(s) could or could not remember the Incident.  But other than that the Device was just a tool…
	August also explained to Gunther that the Device was quirky, “It’s not one hundred percent reliable.”
	Gunther gave the Device a once over, mused over it, and desired a demonstration.  August was only too happy to oblige.

	They were positioned on the outskirts of Sioux Falls, here there were some farm houses scattered here and there, and one over there.  A small suburban/farming community.  Mid afternoon it was, August and Gunther surveyed the prospects; their vehicles mingled in with a small herd of other RVs and big rigs.
	Some of the RVs carried a various assortment of Prospects both August and Gunther were interested in, but August infamous Narly Senses kicked in, alerting him to something possibly better.  (he hoped--and hoped that it wasn’t a glitch--he had had enough of those.)
	He sent out his Second Self to investigate, another facet Gunther Tallywick was unaware.  Happily September and Wendsy took charge of “watching” over Gunther’s captives.
	Second Self August found an particular intriguing development developing:  a very cute girl and a handsome country boy.  The scene was nearby at a dirt road turn-off from the side road of the interstate.  The girl was in a summer dress, mid thigh; the dress was lime green with white daises.  The girl wore long straight brownish hair, long limbs, narrow jaw line.  She was pretty, high pitched kind of voice, and lumpy.
	The boy was a freckle faced youth, sandy brown haired, a friendly fella with a pleasing persona about him.  Both were on bicycles, the boy was noticed trying not to notice the girl as she sat askew on her bicycle that had one of those old fashioned banana seats.
	Second Self August could see a brief glimpse of the girl’s hoochie.
	It seemed as though the girl was either doing it on purpose, or unawares; but she opened her legs briefly, exposing her crisp white panties, then closing her legs.  The boy seemed obviously in some distress.  Both Subjects were eleven-ish.
	August kept his Second Self in place, to keep track of the two, they were talking but what they were talking about wasn’t heard.  August directed new friend Gunther.  Gunther looked, admired, smiled, and nodded.  Both men slinked away, when coming to the end of the open gravely pull out area where all the interstate travelers pulled off briefly before entering the wondrous city a few miles away, August made good with the Device.
	Gunther saw no difference, ‘cept the lack of casting a shadow.  August smiled and stripped out of his clothes.  He masturbated blatantly, turning his attention to the female truck driver of a Frieghtliner nearby.  She sipped her coffee while sitting in the cab; a woman walking her dog was also in full view of the nude masturbating Eighth Month.  Two little girls chasing a dog also could not have missed August’s blatant nudity.  
	Gunther was convinced.  He stripped off his clothes and they made their way to the Subjects.

	Apparently, a discussion was in progress; and apparently Jenny-Anne and Bobby Taylor were in a minor conflict--both were having a birthday party on the same day.  Jenny-Anne was to turn 12 in the middle of the week while Bobby turned 12 the day after, their parents having them to have their party on Saturday.
	Jenny-Anne was new to town and she was trying to make a good impression--by inviting as many as she could to HER party.  She told of giving out door prizes--baseball mits, baseball balls, footballs, and other neat stuff.  Naturally word of this got around and virtually NO ONE was going to Bobby’s party.
	This got back to Jenny-Anne who felt bad about nixing Bobby’s party.
	So there was a compromise in the works--”Let’s combine our parties!” suggested the cutesy new party stealing girl.
	“Whattya mean?” said no-clue disgruntled farm boy Bobby.
	“We have our parties together, yours and mine!”
	“That’s a stupid idea!” dumbass Bobby smirked.
	Jenny-Anne shrugged, “Suit yourself.” she didn’t care, ‘Be an Asshole.’
	“You really going to have door prizes and stuff?” Bobby re-thought his smart assed ways.
	“Just a few, one baseball, one football, one mit.  Going to give out tickets with numbers on them, we’ll put them in my dad’s hat and we’ll draw them out.”
	Bobby was still put off, he had a clown and a magician at his party.  The clown was a cousin of his who worked the children’s hospital in Sioux Falls, the magician was his lame uncle who couldn’t draw flies at any nightclub, but could pull the wool over younger crowds.
	“Look, I’m really sorry about what’s happened.  Maybe I can make it up to you.”
	“By canceling your party!?” chirped Bobby excitedly (hopefully).
	“No, silly,” shot back Jenny-Anne.  She looked about, squinted her eyes of light brown, wrinkled her cutesy freckled nose, “Is that your barn?” she asked sort of changing the subject.
	Bobby looked over his shoulder, “Yep, sure is.  Why?”
	“Come on.” she said and began moving towards the farm house barn.
	Bobby was at a loss.  August was amused, this was working out nicely, Gunther smiled and both men quickly followed.

	The interior of the barn would have been alright, up in the hay loft, or even in one of the stalls, or behind the piled askewed stacks of baled hay--but it was all a bit unpleasant--Jenny--Anne didn’t live on a farm per se, a farm house yes, but without the animals.
	Bobby was totally clueless; they laid their bikes down by the fence enclosing some sheep, Jenny-Anne was cool with outdoor type animals, for the most part.  She was a bit of a prude, but not so as you would notice.  (much)  She was still sweet (sweet and mischievous.)  She poked around seemingly “looking” for something.  Bobby followed like a puppy or hungry cat.
	To the one side of the barn facing the small apple orchard there was another pile of baled hay, stacked cord wood, an old-old-old tractor, and other farm implement type stuff.  It was a near perfect hideaway.
	“Folks not home, huh?” inquired Jenny-Anne.
	“Naw, my ma’s in Heaven and my Pa just went to the City a while ago.”
	Jenny-Anne didn’t say anything about his Ma.  She took a seat on a single bale of hay, posing in the pose of one sitting on a toilet.  She tugged in her lower lip and looked very perplexed, but she was actually mulling over what she was planning.
	And August had nothing to do with it.
	Gunther was bemused by it, totally naked and invisible.  This had possibilities.

	Jenny-Anne sat back a bit on the hay, opened her legs and looked about nonchalant-like.  Bobby stood nearby with his thumbs hooked in his belt loops--then he noticed Jenny’s opened legs.  It was very clear now, he could see a good portion of her panty clad crotch.
	He gulped and had an instant erection.
	“What’s the matter,” Jenny-Anne said, she closed her legs and then reopened them, smiling, lightning flashing in her light brown eyes, “haven’t you ever seen a girl’s panties before?”
	Bobby almost chocked at the blatant statement.  He shook his head and brought his hands before him, concealing his pocket rocket.
	“Wanna see mine?” she asked innocently.
	Bobby couldn’t speak.  He could barely breathe.
	He finally shrugged and Jenny-Anne brought her feet up onto the bale of hay, opening her legs nice and wide revealing her crisp white cotton panties with pink flowers all over.  Bobby’s mouth hung open.  Gunther began handling himself, staring at the young girl, August wondered if he would have to “help” the boy out in the impromptu situation.
	“Have you ever seen a girl without her panties on?” Jenny-Anne asked nextly.
	“Holy smokes!” blurted Bobby.   
	Jenny-Anne took this as a No, “Do you want to?”
	Bobby was totally blitzed, a little naïve about the situation, he was just in the early stages of fondling himself.  He had seen girls in their swimsuits, but never in their panties or much less their Birthday Suit.
	Without waiting for Bobby to reclaim his senses Jenny pulled off her summer tube-like dress in one fell swoop.  She stood in her panties and a trainer.  Bobby had a serious problem, his cock was cumming off.  Jenny turned about, stuffed a hand inside her panties and pulled them down, exposing her lovely-lovely ass.
	She bent over and opened her stance some, allowing the eye googling boy to get a nice gander at Jenny-Anne’s naked arse.  August couldn’t believe his luck, but then again…
	Jenny shucked her undies and returned to sitting on the hay.  She adjusted her seating, bringing her feet up/knees up, opening her legs and giving all a pretty good show.  August & Gunther made the determination that eleven yr old soon to be twelve yr old Jenny-Anne McKarthy was NOT a virgin.  (she wasn’t a slut, either, but still…….)
	Lightly she fingered her young slightly furry poon, she smiled sweetly at the awkward Bobby Gletcher.  “Well?” she quipped.
	“Well?” he looked frightened and very unassured.  “Well what?”
	Jenny-Anne rolled her eyes and shook her head, ‘Farm boys!’  “I’m showing you mine…” and she let it go at that.
	Bobby continued to remained steadfast, standing like a log.
	August shook his head sadly, ‘This boy needs help.’
	Bobby shook off the first attempts, then almost passed out during the second.  August adjusted the power output and lightly selected those Brain Waves that were readily accessible.  With that accomplished Bobby was easier to deal with.  The boy was still acting on his own, but now had an “inner voice” encouraging him what to do.
	The boy removed his shirt.  He was scrawny but tan, not very muscular but he was eleven/twelve, too.  He took a moment for himself before slipping off his shoes.  Jenny-Anne semi-admired him, August saw a glassy-like look in her sweet eyes, she wasn’t a slut, but close.  He couldn’t wait to get into her mind…
	Slowly, very slowly, Bobby shucked his jeans.  He stood in plain white briefs, with a raging boner going within.  Jenny smiled, her eyes glistened, her body began to twitch here and there, the nipples on her young mounds began to become pert.
	Bobby slid his undies down and stood butt bare assed naked before a girl he hardly knew!  Jenny-Anne eyed the boner sticking out like it was some sort of candy treat.  The girl leaned forward, stretching out her hand.  Bobby had to be “encouraged” to take a step to her.
	When close enough Jenny-Anne placed her hand about the young tallywhacker, fondled it and cupped the testicles.  She did so lovingly and expertly.  She then caressed the farm boy’s lily white ass.  Then, on her own she leaned forward and kissed the head of the soiled schlong, diddling her tongue into the piss slit then rolling her tongue about the crown.
	Bobby was grounded to the ground, he clenched up his body totally as he had never had such an experience--it was terrific!  
	Jenny began engulfing the member, clamping one hand to his bare butt while the other cupped his fuzzy nads.  Bobby rocked on the balls of his feet before finally being encouraged to run his hands through her hair and to pump his cock into her mouth.
	The cock slipped out, whether on purpose on by accident wasn’t clear.  Not that it mattered.  Jenny rubbed the schlong all over her sweet face then popped the organ back into her mouth to complete the deed of bringing the boy to cum.
	It was Bobby’s first.
	He was a bed humper and sometimes whacked himself while peeing, or when he got the occasional boner, but this was something new.  He was shocked and a little alarmed with the cum spurting out of his cock, Jenny wasn’t.  Jenny licked up the juices and continued sucking the boy’s cock.
	It didn’t go flaccid, not right off, it remained thick and semi-elongated.
	Jenny scooted back on the hay bale, opened her legs and frigged her young box.  Bobby had no clue.  None.  August had to “help” him.  
	The boy moved to his knees, poised right up to Jenny-Anne’s awaiting pussy.  He was given a moment to gander at it, admire, take it all in--it’s placement, the taint, the asshole.  Jenny frigged herself (like an expert), opened her legs in anticipation.  Bobby lowered his head, he was not too crazy about putting his tongue where a girl peed from.  But he didn’t have a choice.  
	Jenny reacted with the emotions of almost cumming.  The first flick of Bobby’s tongue sent her.  She began tweaking her nipples, eyes closed, moaning as the farm boy’s tongue pleased her.
	Bobby was not so pleased, it was different, and there was a slight pungency about the entrance, not too mention the slight taste of pee.  But Bobby licked, licked and licked and licked until his cock sprang back to full strength. For a quick finale Bobby was encouraged into flicking his tongue to Jenny-Anne’s corn hole.  
	She was not opposed.  In fact she liked it.  She groaned and gyrated about, fluttering her eyes and almost succumbing to cumming.  She settled down, gripping the hay bale and Bobby came up between her legs, grinding his ready-to-fuck cock against her sex.
	Not a lot of “coaxing” was required hereafter, natural instinct took over for Bobby, he grinded for a moment, then slipped the head into Jenny’s entrance.  When the pecker slipped out Jenny took the member and guided it into her pussy.  She then gripped Bobby’s ass and kept him in while he pumped steadily.
	The girl seriously got into the hump, she bucked and thrashed about wildly, her nipples were very erect; it was all Bobby could do to hang on and keep his fuck stick fucking.
	At long last he began to cum, again.  Cumming inside a girl’s pussy was even more terrific than cumming off in her mouth!  (and there was even one more hole to try!)
	Bobby nearly went ballistic as he shot his load into Jenny-Anne.  He virtually locked up like a dog, tightening his young ass with only his cock reacting.  His mouth hung open as his juices flooded into the girl’s snatch.  He made low sounds that were barely audible.
	Jenny-Anne was cumming, too; a lot, she continued to buck into her young lover, frantically striving to enjoy fully the intensity of her orgasm.  She released a mighty moan of ultimate satisfaction and a great gush of personal juices soiled Bobby’s testicles, pooling ‘neath her lovely young ass.
	Bobby pulled free, collapsing onto the ground, cum still spurted from his cock.  He gazed upon Jenny’s cunt, cum streaming from it.  There was nothing else he could do, just look and admire.
	Jenny frigged her cummy cunt, she was awash in awe and orgasmic bliss.  And she looked like she was still in some need.  August smiled…
      	Jenny indeed was not a virgin, but just a scouch from being a slut.  August lightly probed her mind, finding juicy tidbits here and there as he himself slid his massive fuck stick into her welcoming cunny.  She seemed to normally take on OLDER boys, boys in their teens.  She and her family originally hailed from Dallas, Texas; they also had lived for a time in Austin, then for a while in Denver, Colorado.  
	In each city she sought out high school boys, horny high school boys.  Just a few here and there, boys who she deemed wouldn’t go crazy on her, just fuck her to please her.  She was near constantly horny.  Young cock like Bobby was okay for an interim, there weren’t any high school aged boys in the small suburban farm area her family now lived.
	August gave her a good doinking while Gunther took care of breaking in Bobby’s super tight super virgin asshole.  Then they switched.  Bobby, too, got to sample backdoor humping, banging off into Jenny’s asshole.  (which was also non-virginal.)
	Thereafter the two satisfied Invisible Spies made their return to their rides.

	To say the least, the very least, Gunther was impressed with the Device.  Like August, he assumed, too, that it had more potential than was let on.  August agreed, but he still kept that pertinent info to a minimal.  He did share just because a little of how he came to be in possession of it, but for the most part the time traveling episode he kept to himself.
	Gunther though noted that with Jenny-Anne and Bobby, not a lot of mind manipulation was involved, just some minor coercion.  August agreed with that, Gunther wanted to see Mind Manipulation in in full force.  Sooooo, after a brief rest up, they struck out to peruse the suburban area nearby, the housing development. 

                                                   *****

	There was a need to get into the City, August needed supplies for his ride, the water tanks and other necessities.  Though his crew was comfortable with going butt naked and prancing about in their undies, they still liked wearing clothes--it was a social thing inbred upon them.  They couldn’t help it.  August still worried about them being “seen” or noticed or possibly recognized.  All had their pictures pasted everywhere via the media and other public formats.
	But with a change of hairstyles, hats, glasses, and being of a carefree spirit wandering a mall, the general public was hoped not to give them a second glance.  
	For Gunther’s crew, there were plans made for them.  August wasn’t privy to them and that irked him a little, just a little.  August knew that Gunther made his living selling video tapes of the Captive Ones, he was cool with that.  But he had a sneaky suspicion that there was indeed more to it than that.  August was still cool with that, he did the same thing--trading off his own Captives to the Indians.
	When a member of Gunther’s crew needed to use the bathroom, they were video taped doing that, too!  Some peeing was done unto one another, but after awhile the smell/odor got to be mighty unhealthy and unbearable.  Take a crap, though, that was done outside when no one else was about.  One at a time; the Captive was secured and naked, spread his/her cheeks and unloaded.  One of the OTHER Captives had the lovely task of “cleaning” the one who had pooped.

	Suburbia.  Quaint and quintessential.  Typical modern neighborhood with a major city as a backdrop.  Few trees, lots of homes.  Some were still under construction.  Minivans and SUVs dotted the driveways and street curbs, RVs and boats alongside the homes.  Crisp well maintained yards, hardly any oil stains in any of the drive ways, only two homes in the ten home block had swings in the trees.
	1:25 PM Chestnut Drive 
	A lovely home of white stucco with green trim, a chimney, two car garage, large imported five year old transplanted Chinese Elm tree in the front yard.  One slight oil stain in the drive, a minivan parked alongside.  Flowers and shrubs lined the modern home, a tricycle was off on its side in a corner of the flowerbed, a hummingbird feeder hung off a corner by the side of the abode.  For no other reason than “just because” August wanted to have a “looksee.”  His Second Self didn’t seem to be active, he didn’t know why and hoped it wasn’t serious.
	To test the fact that they were indeed invisible, August whipped out his dick to a post person, SHE didn’t notice.  SHE farted as she passed the two men, neither casted a shadow and neither were interested in the well endowed thunder thighed woman barely five foot tall.
	The yard to the home was unfenced, just a line of boxwood shrubs made the enclosure.  The two clothed but invisible men strode lightly up to the door, August paused, listening.
	He heard a vacuum cleaning going, the lady of the house was doing chores.  He didn’t hear a dog, he had warned Gunther that most animals were not aware that he (they) were supposed to be invisible to sight.  The animals could not be fooled, they both saw and heard and definitely could smell.  Gunther peeked into the bay paned window and saw the woman, she had her back to the door, vacuuming the living room wearing a radio headset.
	August hadn’t encountered such a situation--would the vacuum and headset block his attempts at subduction?  One way to find out!
	The door was not locked.  It was Suburbia, who locked their doors!?
	Just a crack to open, ensuring that there was no 100 pound behemoth Rottweiler awaiting to rip them a new asshole.  There wasn’t.  There was a laundry basket, some piled kiddie toys, and a fresh hairball.
	The woman was totally into vacuuming, not aware of the two evil presences in her humble abode.  Quickly the two moved in, disallowing the light from the open door to alert her.  Gunther was in awe, but more was to come.
	The noise of the vacuum and the headgear music DID interfere with August’s attempts of gaining control of her noggin.  Gunther took care of one of the problems, yanking the power cord of the vacuum cleaner.  For a moment or two the woman continued her work, unaware of the power failure.  When she finally DID notice, she was not intune with realizing the power cord had been yanked, she diddled with the switch, kicked the machine, turned it on its side…
	She was tall, nice and tall at 5’11.  Very slender, great ass, nice chest (36Bs) with nipples.  She wore a light pink ribbed sleeveless top, long lovely silky semi-styled rustic blond hair.  A narrow face with high cheek bones.  She had appealing looks, wonderful eyes, and a sweet smile.  
	She was baffled until, “D’oh!” she realized the cord had come out of the wall.  She shook her head wondering how that had happened.  She plugged the cord back in, then stood upright.  She tried to move to her vacuum cleaning but paused and remained still. Twenty seconds later she removed her headphone radio gear and seemed most at peace, although confused about her situation.
	August breathed a sigh of relief.
	“Done?” asked Gunther.
	August nodded.  “Uh, before we start,” he looked to the laundry basket and the kiddie toys, “let’s see who ELSE is at home?”
	Gunther nodded and slinked off down the hall.

	The home was normal, having been lived in by the Musket family some five years, modern furnishings whereas the family leaned heavily towards Blue.  The rug/carpeting was wall-to-wall deep blue.  The couch and loveseat were a shade of blue.  Blue curtains, dollies, tea cups, anything and everything had some sort of blue in it.
	Lots of family pictures on the walls.  There was a baby grand by the fireplace with a large sea aquarium on the other side (of the fireplace.)  It was all neat and tidy.  The kitchen, too.  
	Down the hall was another story--clothes here and there, another hairball, lots of spent toys.  August noted the clothes, a pair of boy’s underwear as well as a little girls.  Peeking into an open room he saw a master bedroom, the hall bathroom was in need of attention, then in the next room Gunther stood admiring a sleeping pair of kids:  a little boy about 5 with a little girl about 3.
	“What about them?” Gunther asked.
	August nodded, they were sleeping and in a deep sleep, according to the Device readout.  No need to bother them, just yet.  They returned to the still standing still woman.  Just in case a passerby or post person should happen to glance into the bay window, August moved the woman to her bedroom.  The smaller bay window here had curtains that were wide open, August closed them and then came up around the woman, fondling her breasts.   Gunther watched in awe, he smiled and began massaging his slowly growing erection.
	“This is gonna be fun!” he chided.
	August couldn’t agree more.
	The woman’s top came off and she wore a lacey simple white bra.  The bra was removed and dropped to the floor.  Gunther dropped his pants.  August fondled the woman’s breasts, running his hands down her torso, squeezing her groin and undoing her jeans.
	“You ever take it up the ass?” he asked casually into the woman’s ear.
	Janet shook her head, No.
	“You SUCK your husband, yes?”
	She nodded that in fact she did.
	“Does he CUM in your mouth?”
	Yeppers.
	“Do you swallow?”
	Sometimes.
	“Do you masturbate?”
	Sometimes.
	Her hubby masturbated, too--while sitting astride her chest, while she lay on her stomach and he riding his cock against her ass.  Her asshole was virginal and it was going to stay that way.  They showered together and sometimes he got frisky and tried anal penetration, but she didn’t let him get in.  They peed on one another and he spent many minutes noshing on her pussy.
	That was about the extent of their fourplay.  It was as risky as it got, they sometimes fucked at the drop of a hat, they broke the house in (when it was new and they had just moved in) their first nite, screwing on the kitchen floor--then the living room floor, then in the hallway, the back porch, back yard, front yard, and finally their bedroom.
	When they got furniture in they did it all again, screwing this time ON the furniture.
	How the hubby was with sexual immorality wasn’t known, but with Janet she was not.  Not into her children or anyone elses.  She had never been molested, raped, or anything of the sort.  She had an older brother as well as a younger one--both had fondled her and the older one had fucked her--when she was ten and he was fourteen.  But it was consensual and just curious about sex--her moreso than he, HE was just in it for the sex.  All three watched each other pee and masturbate.  Janet never gave a BJ until she was in high school.
	August slid her jeans down and kissed her tush, Gunther began sucking on her titties, staring into her eyes.  He took her hand and guided it to his prong, making her jerk him off.
	Slowly down came the woman’s undies, a pair of white panties with pink flowers all over.  Hip-huggers.  Gunther pressed his cock against the coolness of the woman’s flesh, into her mouth he jammed his tongue.  Behind August Moone licked the woman’s crack, helping her step out of her clothes.  He then shucked his own and the two men laid the woman out on her bed.

	Just as Gunther began to cum into Janet’s once virginal corn hole, a toilet flushed.  Cum spewed out of the woman’s cunny as August withdrew and sat up.  Gunther was too much into the flow of things, he kept humping to get his nut, then he’d worry about security.
	August went to check it out; cum dripping/drizzling from his still very sore aching cock.  Exiting the hall bathroom the little boy, rubbing his eyes, his pee-pee still out of his pull up kiddie pants.  The boy paused and looked up, squinting his eyes and coming slowly to a more wide awake state of being.
	“Who are you?” he asked.
	“A bad dream.” August replied.  He took the boy who began to freak.  Gunther came right behind at the sound of the tyke’s voice.  The little girl came awake and sat up, she began to shriek at the sight of two naked men in the room.  
	The Device did nothing to shush up the two, so it was Gunther Tallywick to the rescue.  His methods were not August’s, but close counts.  The kids were wrestled onto the bed, face down while their wrists and ankles were rendered secured.
	Then, they were pantsed.  Gunther didn’t apply the stun gun, just his bare hands to their bare bottoms.  August rubbed his schlong against the little girl’s face, forcing himself into her mouth and humping madly for several enduring seconds.
	Gunther finger fucked the little girl, smacking her ass hard, then humping her cheeks with his rock hard stiffness.  The little boy had his own underwear in his mouth, unable to shout for his mother.
	At length August held the little girl up, smacking her ass and trying to get her to settle now.  Gunther pulled the little boy up and smacked him.  August then pushed the little girl down and got her to suck on her brother’s dinky.
	It didn’t get stiff but close counts.  The boy then was prompted (albeit roughly) to “put it to” his sister.  Gunther cursed himself for not bringing along his video camera.
	“Next time.” August chided him.
	The kids were tussed up, gagged, and the attention was returned to their mother.

	2:15 PM  Burlwood Lane
	Ah, the house of dreams!  A nice house, typical and standard, large backyard w/pool, two car garage, upstairs attic/converted bedroom, large sunk down living room, family room, large kitchen, 4 bedroom 2 bath.  Nice amenities, good furniture, very homey.  By appearances the kids of the house were teenagers and not at home.
	At home WERE two peoples.  Two friendly peoples.  Two VERY friendly peoples.  August’s Narly Instincts kicked in, alerting him to check out the house at 2145 Burlwood.  Here there WAS a fenced yard and there WAS a dog, not a Rott but a pit bull.  He wasn’t amused by the Device’s antics or the two would-be intruders laughingly disguise.
	Gunther’s items, though, persuaded the doggie to chill out and leave them alone.  His sensitive ears did not appreciate the ear piercing sound Gunther’s gadget made.  He retreated to the backyard and didn’t bother the two intruders during their stay.
	The front door was locked.  The side door into the garage that had a door into the kitchen, was not.  All was dark and quiet in the house.  The a/c was on, a ceiling fan, a stand fan in the corner.  There was a large 100 gallon fish tank, a doggie bed by the door (good place.)  August’s Narly Senses had never failed him.  The two naked invisible intruders eased through the house, Gunther with his gadget ready to scream should another menacing dog suddenly appear.
	Nothing in the two hall bedrooms they had come to, typically teenager’s rooms, clothes here and there--boys’ rooms, no evidence of any girls.
	At the end of the hall, though, August’s Narly Senses told him that the prize he sought was behind the closed door.  Very-very carefully he twisted the knob and peeked in.
	On a bed were two figures.
	Naked, arms and legs akimbo, withering and gropping, humping madly.
	Two women.
	One belonged in the house, the mommy and quintessential wife.
	The other was a friend.
	August really wished Gunther HAD brought the video camera, this was the good stuff.  August let the two have their fun, of which they did for several minutes.  One of the woman climaxed and needed a brief breather.  The other, the mommy of the house, rested as well, lighting up a joint and panting.
	August zapped the two and then entered the room.

	3:30 Chestnut & Walnut Ave.
	A green house with yellow trim.  A corner house.  It was a bigger house having a second story, a small backyard, large front yard.  A Suburban was in the drive, no doggies present.  August’s Narly Notions were once again active.
	As he and his new friend drew close to the house, it was determined that the Senses of Narly Kind were not directly IN the house.  Nor were they in the closed garage.  The two men strolled around the side of the house to the backyard.  It was half the size of the other yards, but ok in any regards.  A nice deck with built in brick barbeque, a whirlpool, swing set, three large deciduous trees, flowers here and there and a small garden.
	August’s attention was directed to the back fence.  A yard wide wooden structure mostly concealed by a thick layer of ivy.  Shrubs and bushes and small assorted Japanese maples helped concealment, too.  August and Gunther came to be aware of two peoples “concealed” within, two teenage peoples.  A boy and a girl.  The boy was standing with a face of mixed emotions--pain & pleasure.  (not so much as pain as it was discomfort.)
	He was in such an agonizing split as on her knees was his girlfriend (or sister) sucking his cock.  She was doing a fine job, too.  Her top was undone and her bra off, her jeans were undone and down to her knees.  Her panties of pink with white daises were down just passed her lovely-simply lovely ass.
	In her mouth she worked the boy’s cock, clutching his balls with one hand and caressing his ass with the other.  She made slurping sounds and was draining him dry.
	The boy was at the point of creaming in her when all were startled by the sneaky presence of an adult male, the man of the house.  He didn’t’ see what exactly was going on, else he wouldn’t have been so sneaky.  But he was aware that the two were inside the ivy and the propensity of the two to be doing something they shouldn’t was high.
	“Come on outta there!” he bitched.
	The boy was near to freaking out, the girl was petrified.
	August didn’t know who was who or who belonged to who, but he was content to sit this one out and see what transpired.
	The boy managed quickly to zip up without castrating himself, he emerged slowly, giving the girl a moment to put her clothes back on.  She emerged, held the boy’s hand, and tried to look innocent.
	“Don’t give me that ‘I’m innocent’ look,” bitched the man, “I got a pretty good idea what was going on, or about to.”
	“We weren’t doing anything, Mr. Gaylor, honest!” pleaded the girl.
	She was a cutey, 14-15ish, but looked a year or so younger!  Nice lovely very curled hair of dark reddish brown, lovely eyes, great set of small supple tender pomegranate sized titties.  She was sweet and innocent (appearing.) 
	The boy, Randy, was totally blitzed.  His blow job (his first) had been interrupted.  He knew he should have opted for his dopey brothers’ tree house.
	“Please don’t tell!” yapped the young girl.  She seemed most distressed.
	“What!?” said the man/father, caught off guard a bit.  “What were you guys doing in there?  No, no, I don’t want to know.  You know you shouldn’t be doing anything…” he was getting flustered and embarrassed.
	“We were just…” announced Randy.
	“We were just kissing, Mr. Gaylor, honest, that’s all.”
	Randy’s father wasn’t buying it.  He knew a bit more than “just kissing” was going on.  But still his words wouldn’t come out right and they got all fumbled and jumbled, causing the young girl to reiterate:
	“Please don’t tell my father, he’ll flip out!”
	Randy squeezed her hand, “Yeah, dad, he’s kinda strict.”
	Randy’s dad nodded, he knew the girl’s dad, he WAS strict, he was an Asshole, and he probably had a right to be--raising a girl on your own wasn’t easy these days.
	“I’ll do anything, ANYTHING for you if you won’t tell.”
	Oh?  What’s this?  Hmmmmmmmm
	Again the man was caught off guard.  He shook his head and tried to back out.  
	“I’ll give you one if you won’t tell on us.”
	“One what?” he said before thinking (or realizing.)  then, “Ohhhhh.”
	Then, “OHHHHHHHH!” his eyes widened and the girl smiled gleefully.  Randy was a little shocked, too.
	Jennifer came up and pressed her young body to his.  She smelled of sex, Randy’s cock had soiled himself and his jeans, the girl’s nipples were proudly erect and wet.  She bit her lower lip and looked up to the middle aged man who had his own public broadcasting television show about home repair.
	She smiled sweetly, all the while undoing his jeans.  Inside those jeans was a phallic the size of Gibraltar.  He shook his head and placed his hands on hers.  “No, no, noooooo, we-we-we can’t do this.” then, “Not here.” the girl only smiled devilishly and pressed her hand to the man’s bulge.  Surrounding them was a nice high 6-foot wooden fence, cypress and other assorted mixed trees gave almost 100% security from prying eyes.
	‘Let her do it.’ suggested August lightly sending the message via the Device.
	“Let her do it, dad.” suggested vocally his son.
	The dad full of righteous morals and dignity, looked nervously around, hand on the girl’s arms, casually looking down at her heaving sweaty chest.
	“No, no, we can’t.” he backed up.  Or at least tried to.  A strange “force” held him in place, blocking his thoughts and actions for retreat.  This allowing Jennifer to undo the man’s jeans.
	Randy stepped up a little closer, Jennifer reached for him, too.

	Jennifer again made “yummy” sounds as she devoured the manly prick of Jim Gaylor, host of America’s newest home improvement whacko.  While she sucked his manly schlong, she power humped Randy’s bone.  Her talented hands danced about from clutching their hairy testicles to caressing their smooth hairless asses.  
	Jim finally reached that pivotal point in every man’s life he so enjoys.  Jennifer latched onto his prick and began power sucking him, swallowing his cock fully to the base.  Jim began to shoot his load, empting splooge deep into the teen’s gullet.  She nuzzled his furry tezzies before sitting back and admiring his still cum spewing prick.
	Smacking her lips she turned to finish servicing Randy.
	Jim stood by watching his son get a hummer, he flopped his prick back inside his underwear and ran his hand through her hair.  It had been a long, long damn long time since he had been blown.  He was almost an avid daily hand wanker, but he hadn’t cum like that since…
	August saw that the man was a widower.  His wife having been killed in an auto accident years earlier.  Since then he had been rather celibate, ‘cept for the saving grace of his hand.
	Randy tensed up, eyes and facial muscles acting on their own, his lily white ass tightened and he, too, began to spew into Jennifer’s sweet wholesome mouth.  She had undone her jeans again and while Randy was sucked she fingered herself.
	When after Randy had filled her mouth, she sucked on her fingers.
	“Uh, why-why don’t we move inside.” suggested Jim.  
	“That’s a good idea, I need a drink of water!” sparked Jennifer.

	After downing a glass of 7-Up instead, Jennifer went to the bathroom down the hall.  Both father and son sat at the kitchen table speechless.  There was nothing to say, what could one say?  
	Several minutes later and Jennifer returned, wearing nothing but her panties.  She helped herself to another glass of 7-Up, then asked, 
	“What are you having for dinner tonite, Mr. G?”
	Jim and Randy stared at the near naked girl in total disbelief, Jim’s eyes fluttering he finally spoke, “Uh, oh, I’ve got some meatloaf left over.”
	“Oh, that’s nice--but wouldn’t you really rather have me, instead!?”
	The girl smiled and turned on her heels and left them.
	Father and son looked to one another and then leaped from their chairs.

	On Jim’s bed (cause it was bigger) the suburban entrepreneur humped the beejeesus out of Jennifer’s cunt.  Meanwhile, behind her worked steadily Randy humping Jennifer’s asshole.
	The two nude intruders left them, still allowing their aching cocks to cool off.  They were not worried, when the time came to truly intrude, they would.

	4:45 Lemontree Way
	While passing a nice home that was just recently moved into August’s Narly Senses Indicator nearly deafened and blinded him.  Temporarily he lost cohesion with the Device and for 2 seconds they were visible to all.  Three dogs and several birds, a small handful of kids riding their bikes and skateboards in the street, an old couple out for an evening walk, all saw the same thing.
	But it lasted only 2 seconds, in real time--a lifetime in their piqued minds.  August regained control, got out of the way of the descending herd of curious shocked suburbanites, and made for the cause of the near calamity.
	The two unclad (invisible) men scampered up to a new house, saw an old man and old woman prancing about in the raw, the old man chasing his 80-something year old wife!  Both Gunther and August quickly made their way on to better digs.
	A teenage girl gave her teenage boyfriend a blowjob, in the front seat of a car inside a closed garage.  Across the street in a bathtub a teen boy about 14 put it to his younger brother about 10, both were naked sharing bath time.  Next door a teen girl gave a bath to a six year old boy, playing with his pud all the while.
	Behind them on Juniper St. a teen girl lay out butt naked being hammered by a daddy-figure, not her daddy.  Back on Lemon tree an adult woman shared a Jacuzzi with four teenage boys, no one wore any clothes, all were drinking and all were vying to fuck the woman.
	Vying to fuck, too, were two precocious young teen boys.  This was some particular interest to August and Gunther, who also went by the name “Gunny.”  Indeed, he had been in the service of his country for an undisclosed period of time.  He didn’t care to elaborate and August didn’t care.
	Point of Interest was the two boys, one was approx. 14 while the other was two years younger.  There was a fatherly figure in the quaint 2-story abode, but he didn’t seem to be around.  The center of attraction (the mother) seemed haggard, worn out, tired.  She wore a smart business suit for women and wasn’t in the mood for fixing up dinner.  Asking her two sons what they wanted only haggard her more; one wanted simple burgers while the other opted for pizza.  Then the first one decided on chicken while the other changed his mind to Chinese.
	The mother flung up her hands and walked away, “You decide.” she bitched.  The boys shrugged, they knew that they had pushed it--but it was what they did.  They looked thru the coupons with the older youth checking out where his mother had gone.  She was off in a small open den room, it house a Victorian loveseat with a desk and appropriate chair.  A computer occupied the desk.  The mother had flung herself down onto the loveseat, arm draped over her face, kicking off her shoes and trying to catch a break--however brief.
	The older youth, Brad, smiled and nodded to his younger sibling, Mark.  Mark hung his head, his heart wasn’t in the Grand Plan that his older brother had.  Brad wriggled his brow and pulled from his jeans’ pocket a packet of something.  It was a powder.  It was mixed into a glass of tea.  The tea was stirred and stirred and stirred until the powdery mixture was well dissolved.
	He then came to his mother--the little fart was slipping his mother (Anne) a micky!!  She appreciated the drink and Brad stayed until she had sipped.  Then he smiled and backed away.  The woman sat up and drank a bit more, then sat at the computer desk and fiddled a moment (or two) online.  The boys patiently remained nearby in the kitchen.
	They didn’t have to wait too long, Anne flung her head about, wiped her eyes and tilted.  She moved back to the loveseat, sipped another sip of the mickied drink and laid out.  Brad and his brother waited.  And waited.  And waited some more.  Five LONG minutes in fact.  The boys got into a convo to pass the time, bitched amongst themselves about what they were going to eat.
	After five minutes Brad made his move, brother Mark hanging back, shaking his head and not 100% on board about the Grand Plan.  Brad moved up and gently shook his mother’s draped arm.  No response.  He nodded his head and brushed his hand against her face, then her breast.
	Still no response.
	He shook her a little more roughly at the hip.
	No response whatsoever.
	He took her hand and let it drop.
	Nothing.
	He took her hand and placed it RIGHT ON HIS CROTCH!
	Nothing yet.
	Mark moved from the sanctity of the kitchen up the three steps to the upper portion of the den and the stairs to the second floor.  He still hung at the no-door threshold and watched as his brother took the risk factor another notch.
	Brad unzipped and hauled out his cock.  His mother’s hand he wrapped about the erect member, he let his jeans fall down, he wore no underwear.  From his cock to his bare ass he had her fondle and caress him.  He then helped her to a more on her back position, then leaned with his knees against the loveseat, taking his cock and rubbing it against the woman’s mouth!
	It was not to be believed!  August had to assure Gunny that he had nothing to do with it!  Gunther still bitched that they hadn’t brought along a video camera--this was the good stuff!

	Brad worked his pud into his mother’s mouth, pulled out and rubbed it all over her face, he stepped back and looked to his freaking out younger sibling.  “Holy shit, dude!” he bellowed.
	To wit Brad merely shrugged, grinned big, and shucked his clothes.
	Once butt naked and began running his hands up and down the woman’s body.  August wasn’t sure but did he see the woman’s eye flutter.  He thought of “checking” her, but having a recent scare he didn’t want to tempt fate, not just yet.  (things were going too well to fuck it up.)
	Brad raised his mother’s legs and peered right down to her crotch.  Nice beige undies, panty hose.  A bit of pre-cum seeped from the boy’s cock.  Mark was about out of his mind, this was totally insane, totally!
	The dark blue Navy skirt Anne wore was hiked up, at the time the boy couldn’t finger out exactly how to remove it, he pulled it up and then worked the panty hose and panties down.
	Mark hugged the open threshold, he was now silent, eyes bulging, mind racing; his brother eased the hose and undies down to her ankles, he left them there while he spent a moment oggling the pussy that bore him.  He licked his lips and stared.  August thought for sure for sure that he saw Anne “bat an eye.” he could have been mistaken….
	Brad went to his knees and ran his fingers through the dark muff.  Crinkly pubes that were lightly trimmed, but not bikini style.  Awkwardly he leaned in and kissed the cunny, then worked his mother’s hose and undies off and mounted her.
	“Holy shit, dude!” exclaimed his brother again, a little more loudly.
	Brad positioned himself and guided his cock into the entrance.  “Oh yeah!” he called out, he arched his back and slid his cock all the way.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” he piped.  “This is fucking great!” he began to pump.
	Kneading his mother’s breasts came nextly, undoing the complicated blouse while he continued to hump.  With the bodacious hooters now free, he suckled them.  August DID see the mother bat an eye, her hand also moved.
	Hmmmmm

	He came, he saw, he came some more.  Young Brad humped crazily and then moreso when the orgasm sensation seethed through him.  He shivered and tightened up and humped madly for several seconds.  Both August and Gunther saw Anne react as she was nailed.  It was not apparent to either of her sons, however.
	Brad finally pulled out, watched his cock cum as well as his mother’s quim issue some juices.  Anne was breathing hard herself, but it was not noticed.  Brad crawled off, his younger brother still hanging on the threshold had eyes as big as saucers, he was in total awe.
	“Damn!” he said lowly.
	“Come on.” urged brother Brad.
	“No way.” Mark said, despite the fact that he had major wood and a strong desire.  August rubbed his fingers together, time to make something happen, just a light encouragement where needed.
	But Mark acted on his own, at length.  Slowly he came in as his older bro worked to get his mother into a nude state.  She had to be moved down onto the carpeted floor, then rolled onto her stomach.  The boys worked her skirt off and then her paisley blouse and bra.  They then rolled her back onto her backside and Brad pulled his brother’s shirt off.
	Mark undone his own jeans and shucked them, he soon stood nude straddling his mother, pre-cum seeping out of his piss slit.  Brad again he put himself into his mother’s mouth--did she wrap her lips about his prong and actually suck?
	Mark humped his mother’s breasts before being encouraged (by Brad) to “put it in her.” and by that Brad meant only one thing.  Mark was hesitant, but slowly he moved down and grinded his cock on the outside of his mother’s cunt.  Brad humped his mother’s mouth a bit more before moving down and caressing Mark’s ass.  
	Mark began to hump, finally lifting up and pushing his pre-teen schlong into his mother’s twat.  His eyes fluttered, mouth hung open, senses all off the scale, “Holy SHIT!” he mouthed as he sunk into the pussy.  His young ass tightened up and Brad chortled, “See, I told ya!”
	While Mark continued to fuck, Brad leaned back to watch the “action” in progress.  He fondled his cock while he did so and soon young Mark humped his fill and creamed.
	It was astounding to Mark, his pud slipped out and he stared as the cum still spewed from the piss slit.  “Shit!” he said.  He fondled himself, his balls, made odd noises of pleasure and unknown sensations.  Juices of the mixed kind spilled from his mother’s cunny, August could tell that she was in dire need of real cock, as well as in a fevered need to finger her clitty.
	The boys weren’t through, though, they rested a moment and then rolled their mother over.  It was an ass.   A nice as there were asses.  The two ultimate horndogs without shame admired the ass, then Brad parted the cheeks and checked out the ole glory hole.
	His first attempt wasn’t a good one, he couldn’t get his schlong into the pert tight shit hole no matter what he tried.  So he simply humped on the cheeks before rolling her back over and thinking up something new.
	“How long is she gonna be out?” inquired a concerned Mark.
	“Don’t know for sure, but we’ve just started, but I think six hours at least.”
	Brad then sat on his mother’s chest and humped her titties briefly, then returned to rubbing his cock all over her face, into her mouth, then turning about and unknowingly planting his asshole right to her mouth.  He himself went down to further closely examine her cunt.  He beckoned Mark to re-enter her, he wanted to see his cock fuck.
	Mark happily obliged.
	Brad was unaware, his mother was awake!  She looked to his glory hole, then couldn’t stand it and licked his hole.  Brad wasn’t aware of THAT, either, but was soon going to.  
	August intervened, nipping his fright in the bud, not allowing him to realize that his mother was awake AND not aware that she was tonguing his hole.  She soon latched onto his fuzzy testicles and August had to nip Brad of that feeling, too.
	When Anne parted her son’s ass cheeks, August checked:
	Both Brad and Mark were hound dogging one another, no whistling on the skin, but a lot of foreplay involved.  They had strong serious thoughts of boning their mother, and they had the means; their father was a pharmacist, they learned a lot and had easy access to whatever they wanted to help their cause.
	As for Anne, she had long since wanted a sexual fling with her sons, but it was illegal, immoral, incredible, enticing.  She had NEVER done anything, only in her thoughts.  She was aware of the boys being up to something, just what she had had no idea, not until she saw them swiping something at their father’s store.  
	Anne thought they had merely swiped condoms or something like.
	She watched her son very carefully and when he shucked his clothes to bath, she swiped his jeans and checked the pockets.  Yep, sure enough, what he had swiped was still there.  She didn’t know for sure what the item was, but she replaced it and then looked it up.
	She was a little shocked and dismayed when she learned it was a strong sleeping aid.  She had no idea what her son was up to.  Until she overheard a convo she was not supposed to hear.  She learned of her boys’ plans to slip her the micky and then have sex with her.  Mark was the hold out, he was afraid she would wake up right as they were fucking her.
	Anne was again shocked and dismayed.  It was unbelievable.  There were other ways to get into her sex.  But she was a sport, a good sport.
	She latched onto her son’s hairy fuzzies and sucked on them, she began to pound her cunny into her youngest son, she was horny!

	There was a way to fix the situation, to bring the horny illicit lovers together.  August spend a few minutes with each one in doing so.  While dinking with the minds of Brad and Mark, Gunther took his aching cock to Anne’s cunt and fucked her until she screamed multiple orgasms.
	August settled out and watched the boys hump each other as they had been doing for sometime.  They toyed with one another’s cock and balls, rubbed one another’s ass, but nothing more.  Well, not until August Moone got a holt of their minds. 
	They now embraced one another and Frenched, they enjoyed a “cockfight” and licked one another’s rim.  Cocksucking came nextly and then they returned to screwing their mother, who was now awake and willing.
	The three went off to shower together.  August and Gunther made Splitsville and departed.  It was late, it was dark, it was time to head home.  Tomorrow would be another day….