August Moone
Book 2
Roadtrips & Sidetrips
Chapter 15
The Ying and Yang of It

	You would think that with the full load plus that August had on board taking on any more would he not think about twice.  And you would be wrong.  The narly shenanigans he (and Gunther) had been a part of, acquiring and captivating (?) those they had (or had had) definitely had the Nation on their guard and up in arms.  Staying put in one place seemed the logical thing to do, for a while anyways.
	Gunther, too, needed time to fill up the trailer he toted, it was brand new and he had yet to supply it with the necessary things it required to be functional.  The quiet serene life of RV living was okay, but like Gunther, ultimate tranquility of a plot of secure land was more appropro.
	But that was a time to come at a later date.
	When not dinking with their rides or RVs, the two men once more stole out to suburbia.

	Just a brief visit, to see how those they had previously visited were doing.  Home repair guru Jim Gaylor stood masturbating while his son’s girlfriend slipped down her plain white panties.  She was already topless and Jim’s cock already cumming.  There was no sign of the son.  The fourteen year old lovely delight stood up after sliding her undies to her ankles.  She stepped out of them then cocked her pretty blond head, eyeing Mr. G’s, schlong.  She came up to him, pressing her wondrously nude body to him, caressing his balls, rubbing his ass, kissing his slightly hairy chest.
	Jim caressed the girl’s backside, he being taller than she he was unable to get a caress of what he wanted.  The girl began hand humping his cock, she then leaned down and kissed the cock, Jim ogling the girl’s nude backside, admiring her perfectly shaped ass.
	Jennifer latched onto Jim’s manly cock and began engulfing the member like a snake swallowing its prey.  Jim rocked on the balls of his feet, guiding his swollen schlong into her mouth, caressing her shoulders with his eyes fluttering uncontrollably.
	The sensation of orgasm came, he shot once, twice, three times.  Spunk filled the girl’s mouth, she swallowed most of it.  The rest splashed against the inside of her mouth and then onto her very pretty face.  Jim rested against the wall, stemming back the urge to pee.
	Jennifer sucked him clean, nuzzled his manly fuzzies, then grinned a devilish grin.  She turned and walked the few feet to the bed.  Jim admired her ass, it was a nice ass.  He had admired it when it was clad-concealed in her tight fitting jeans.  He dreamed-fantasized about screwing that ass, jerking off late at night when his son was asleep.  He had envied his son, Randy, being able to hold that girl, kiss her, be near her.
	Jennifer lay out on the bed, opened her legs and began to frig herself.
	Jim slowly pulled away from the bed and scurried over, his legs were rubbery and near lifeless.  A lovely poon Jennifer had.  Lovely.  Simply fucking lovely--to fuck.  But before fucking, how’s about eating?  His dealings of cunnilingus were not great, not since he himself had been a teenager, and then only AFTER the fucking.  All that was important to a teenager was to “get it in.”  to fuck the cunt with the cock, not the fingers or the tongue, the cock.  THEN, after the cock was satisfied, and the cum had been cleansed from the funky cock pleasing cock, the tongue could have a go.
	Jim nuzzled the teen’s snatch, admiring it in the dim light of the room, it was evening type time, where the son Randy was was still not known.  Neither Jim or Jennifer seemed to be missing him…
	Jennifer thrashed about on the bed, gripping the covers and arching her back, her young breasts jiggling about enticingly.  Jim licked out the girl’s cunny making her squirm and dance about horizontally.  Suddenly she got vocal, calling out “GOD!” then babbling in “tongues.”  her young nude body tightened and Jim drove his tongue deeper into the inflamed mons, nipping her clit and jamming his finger up her corn hole.
	Jennifer began to buck and then subside as she submitted to orgasm.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” she moaned.  One hand she tweaked pinched her left nipple, her right hand she furiously frigged her cunny, licking the juices off of her fingers thereafter.
	Jim’s talented tongue lolled about the swollen lips, lapping up the flowing juices.  He sat back, fondled his aching cock and then crawled up onto the bed.  Jennifer smiled, gripped the covers; her pretty blue eyes bulged as several inches of cunt pleasing tube steak slithered into her pussy.
	Back on Lemontree Street.  August just had to check in on the lads who had drugged their mother, Anne.  Anne wasn’t home.  The boys were.  And they were back to their old shenanigans.  This time around it was with their three visiting cousins.  And the same shtick as they had done unto their mother--but the mother (Anne) was wise to their plan and foiled them.  The cousins didn’t have this luxury and were well enough duped--er, drugged.
	The cousins were Jessica, Jennele, Jolene.
	Jessica was the only blond of her sisters.  Super curly and hanging to her shoulders.  At fourteen the girl had nothing much going on upstairs, she was a proud member of the Itty-Bitty-Titty-Committee, A-cup kind of girl.  There was something there to “latch” onto, to suckle, but not to paw or even hump.  She had good hips and a great ass, wore tight jeans or slouched jeans.  
	Carefully Brad lifted his cousin’s arm, letting it drop.  The girl lay sprawled out on the sunken living room sofa, totally crashed out.  It was near 8 PM, it was nearly damn dark outside, kind of a warm evening.  Most of the lights in the house of debauchery were out.  Just the adjoining kitchen lights were on.
	No sign of “life” from Jessica.  Brad tempted fate while Mark stood behind the couch petrified with fear that Jessica would awaken at the wrong time.
	But she didn’t.  Brad squeezed her breasts (or what there was of them) and then gripped her crotch and gave that a good squeeze.
	Nothing.
	With extreme stealth Brad unzipped and unleashed his schlong.  Mark’s eyes widened, he seriously feared bad timing.  Brad took Jessica’s hand and had her grip his dick.  His dick was throbbing, tensing up with anticipation.  Her eyes didn’t even flutter, she was drugged good.
	Brad leaned in, his pants to his knees.  He took Jessica’s hand and had her caress his ass.  HIS eyes fluttered.  “Oh man!” he mumbled.  He looked to his unassured brother, said nothing then inched his prick to Jessica’s mouth.
	Mark leaned over the country style couch and watched as his brother pumped off into Jessica’s mouth.  The girl made no indications of any sort to indicate that she was aware of spunk filling her mouth.  He laid his cum spewing schlong against the lily white softness of her skin and humped her face, still spewing cum.
	With no visible reaction Brad deemed that he could continue.  Jessica wore a loose fitting short-short sleeved green knit top.  Brad had a bit of trouble getting it off, but he managed.  Her dainty bra came off nextly and despite the fact that she had itty bitties he sucked on them.
	Jessica slept on soundly.
	Mark rubbed himself and by the time his brother was undoing Jessica’s jeans he was with his cock out and masturbating against the back of the sofa.  Jessica’s jeans were pulled down to her ankles and then removed totally.  Pink undies.  Knit undies with a cottony crotch.  Mark looked and already began shooting a bit of cum wad.  August and Gunther were hard at this point.  Brad fingered the girl’s poon as well as his own schlong.  
	When his young pud was restiffened he worked the girl’s undies down, raised her legs and flipped them off.  He kept the teen’s legs up, looking down to her pussy and asshole.
	“Damn!” murmured Mark as he leaned over the sofa.  His jeans and underwear he had let fall to his knees, his pre-teen twelve year old cock was as stiff as it was going to get, dripping bits of cum as he danced impatiently on his feet.
	Brad put the girl’s legs down and opened them up.  He fingered her pussy.  There was reaction, instinct.  Her eyes fluttered but she was still under.  August brought up his HUD, just incase.  If the girl SHOULD awaken during the time her cousin Brad was poking her, he wanted to be quick like a bunny zapping her BACK into an unconscious state of being.
	Brad didn’t apparently notice the fact that the girl was a virgin.  He mounted her and pushed his cock into her.  “Fucking-A she’s tight!” there was a reason for that.  Jessica winced and made a more determined state of awareness.  Brad was too much into the groove of humping to worry about it.  Jessica merely went thru the motions of having her cherry busted and succumbing to a mild state of sexual bliss.
	Brad wasn’t aware of a “problem” until he had cum and pulled out.
	The “blood” freaked him out.
	Mark, too.
	Mark the most.
	“Holy shit!” he shouted.
	Brad wasn’t so freaked about the blood on Jessica’s cunt as he was about the blood on his cock and balls.  He quickly grabbed up her panties and wiped his dick off and realized that possibly he had fucked Jessica when she was on her “period.”  having a mother and being of an opened mind he was more acutely aware of girls/women having monthly bloody experiences.
	He didn’t know what it was all about but he knew that something like this took place.  It was gross for sure.
	What Brad panicked about was the blood on the sofa cushions.  Unceremoniously he pushed the unconscious Jessica onto the floor and stared at the cushions, Jessica had lain right on the crease separation of two cushions, thusly soiling the edges of them both, their sides, and down to the bottom seat.  
	In a panic the boys flew about the house, Mark pulling up his clothes and freaking out.  Brad scurried thru the kitchen cabinets hunting down various cleaners.
	Unfortunately his mom didn’t have much in the way of sopping up and making disappear cunny blood stains.  He did the best he could then simply turned the cushion over.  Nothing more was done for several seconds, almost a minute.  Brad lightly fondled himself, trying to get back in the mood.
	August intervened--helping the cause.
	Doggie-style.  Brad lifted Jessica at the hips and began fingering her equally virgin pooter hole.  He spit on the hole and then plugged it--with his cock.  His balls began to slap in rhythm to his humping, he smacked the teen’s ass and fucked her backdoor until he creamed.
	There was a little more to the discoloration to his bone than he cared for, a bit of blood here, too.  August again intervened, “Calm down, it’s normal.  She was a virgin, pussy, mouth, asshole.  You’ve broken her in.  Clean her up, clean yourself, then get your brother fucking her.”
	Brad accepted the “suggestion” and completed the tasks assigned to him, Mark was not too on about fucking Jessica, he thought she would bleed some more or something indicating that he was still freaked.
	August let him be, allowing big brother Brad to coerce him.
	Mark was a no-go.  His fright had frightened him and he was no longer horny (or hard.)
	Brad went on to cousin number two.
	Up in the upper area, the den where he had nailed his mother the day before lay the other two cousins, crashed out drugged on the same sofa.  Jennele and Jolene.  Jennele was cute, too cute for her own good.  She was naïve, too.  Her hair of dark brown was in an ultra feathered fashion, resembling the trends of the late 70s and early 80s.  She was flat chested like her sister Jessica.  (but then again she was merely seven years young, too.) 
	Mark had concerns about Brad’s doings involving the young cousin.  She was too young.  He voiced his concerns but was ignored.  Brad slowly undressed the seven year old, she wore a green jumpsuit and it was easy.  No undershirt, but purple panties.  He rendered her nude in no time.  A perfect poon.  It too was virginal.
	Brad licked her, raising her legs and tonguing her corn hole and all the way up the slit of her entrance.  His aching freshly cleaned cock he lay upon the child’s cunny and began humping without penetrating.  It was good enough, he humped until he came.  
	Mark now had a strong boner going.  He came up to ogle his young cousin, lick his lips and have heavy desire to hump her likewise.  Brad lay off to one side masturbating, “Go ahead, bro.” said the youth.  Mark hesitated, then went down and licked Jennele’s snatch, too.

	A goodly amount of cum soiled the child’s poon, Mark was all kinds of making noise and spewing sperm.  It was such a relief as he had never experienced before.  He diddled his fingers in the cum and on a power suggestion from August, placed the soiled fingers into the child’s mouth.
	Brad was all smiles, his brother was a pervert after all.
	Nearby was Jolene.  She was four.  She was dark haired, very pretty, a shortie strawberry cheesecake dress, pigtails.  Brad raised her legs and removed her panties.  While Mark held the legs back Brad licked her cunny then like he had done unto Jennele he began humping until soiling her.
	Both boys had humped their fill and seemed none too worried about their mother or aunt returning and catching them.  (that was because both women were in the City and weren’t due back until the morrow.)
	The boys rested.
	And then…
	There was a peck at the door, the side yard patio door.	
	The boys freaked (again).
	The patio door was a full insulated glass door.  It was unconcealed, the drapes were drawn but only partially.  It was dark outside and no lights from the adjoining neighbor.  
	Brad quickly dragged the drugged unconscious Jessica up to the den area, Mark grabbed her clothes as well as Brad’s.  Brad flew into his jeans and then went to see who was pecking.
	Mr. Tildon.  The next door neighbor.  The nosey I DO happen to know everything Mr. Tildon.  He was okay, a widower, highly educated, and weird.  He knew too much about stuff no one else knew about (or cared.)  He was eccentric, something of a know-it-all but not snooty or snuffy about it.  He was friendly and freely gave forth bits of wise anecdotes whenever and wherever needed.
	He smiled down to the half clad Brad.  “Hello, Bradly.” he piped friendly enough.
	“Hiya, Mr. T!” Brad pipped back, he hated being called Bradly.
	“Uh, I’m sorry to bother at this late eve, but I couldn’t help notice as I was star gazing the hemisphere for the elusive Danjur Constellation that you and your brother were having quite a time here.”
	Brad froze and gulped.  Mark’s eyes widened and stopped breathing.
	“I also happened to notice that you have a slight problem should your mother turn the cushions over.”  Brad was ready to pass out.  He was busted big time.
	“May I?” Mr. Tildon smiled and virtually pushed himself into the house.  “I know of a way in which you may alleviate the stain you so desperately tried to obliterate.”
	Brad was speechless.  Mark was motionless.  Mr. T moved through, clamping his hands together to the stained sofa cushions.  He turned them over and noted the stain on the fabric lining beneath the cushions.  He mused and made his annoying, “Mmmm-huh, mmmm-huh.” and then moved to the kitchen and the refrigerator, then the pantry.  Seltzer and Fresca and white wine.  Mixed it made a concoction that did indeed obliterate  the stain.
	With that completed, Mr. Tildon smacked his hands together and looked over his two still non-speaking neighbors.
	“Ah!  Never to fret, my lads.  I’m with you!”
	Oh?
	“Uh, say, where did you so cleverly deposit the young damsel of desire?”  the boys looked to one another, ’Huh?’
	“Where’d you put the girl?”
	Brad shrugged and gulped and still tried to make sense of what was happening.  He nodded to the upper den.  Mr. T took a quick look, smiled, rubbed himself and made a satisfying look of approval.
	Mr. T, though, was not 100% into girls.  His preference lay in laying something else.  

	Mark grunted but hung on to the sofa, his pud squashed against its front side.  His brother’s prick buried to the hilt up his ass, but not like it hadn’t been there before.  Though Tildon looked admiringly on the nude Jessica, his interests lay elsewhere.  His own pud slammed nicely up into Brad’s backdoor.  It was a threeway.
	After shooting up into Brad’s tight sphincter he fondled the young Mark until his flaccid peter was “reactivated.”  He sucked on Mark’s pud while Brad fucked the still drugged out Jessica.  Then Mark was buggered by Tildon.
	There were no “adventures” on the way back to the RV park, Gunther was silent, August wondered how much the boys would have brought on auction, Jessica and her sisters, too!

                                                   *****

	Now, On the Road Again…
	From the City they pulled out and began making their way back towards Colorado.  The “bonding” issue was still in full swing, August’s mind filled to capacity with depravity, depravation, debauchery, diabolical mayhem; the OtherSide, the auction, Gunny Gunther, Anne and her naughty-naughty boys, and his crew.  
	He was filled to capacity, overflowing capacity.  But midway along their trek back to the Centennial State….
	Gunther’s trailer blew a tire.  The trailer went swishing across the lanes and very nearly tipped over.  It did a number on the axle and the hitch.  Requiring some repair.  They had only been on the road a few hours but a needful rest was ok’d.
	It was a nice area and the crew scattered to great outdoors--doing typical normal things kids do with their clothes on.  Repairing the damage to the trailer and the trailer hitch/bumper was going to require a bit more than what August and Gunther had in the way of tools.  They assessed the situation and left to make for the nearest town to see what could be done about it.
	While they were away Ara and Charlotte (adult) were making love in August’s bed, Alice was in charge of minding the little ones outside.  A bright sunny day, nice and warm, birds and ducks, a few pesky insects, the air scented heavily with wildflowers and other delights.  The area of the breakdown was just off the road a ways, not a normal pull-out and out into the grass.  Mountains were all around at a distance, rolling hills lush with greenery.  Flatland.  Landscape stretching out for as far as the eye can see--well, as far as the mountains anyways.
	(and the rolling lush hills of greenery.)
	Ara had just brought Charlotte to orgasm, munching the twat.  Charlotte pushed herself back against the wall to finish off her hungry seething snatch when she looked (happened to look) out the rear side window and noted a small RV pull off the road, steam rising (billowing) from its engine compartment hood.
	A tall dashing man got out, Charlotte pegged him instantly as a geek, a scientist type geek.  He had amazing good looks, a persona of the typical good looking suburban hunk of the late 70s and early 80s.  He didn’t look the mechanic type.  He raised the hood and stared helplessly into the engine compartment.  It was obvious he had no clue.  Charlotte at least knew that he had blown a radiator hose.
	A woman in her mid 30s eased out of the passenger side, she seemed concerned.  A nice looker, strawberry blond (with dark roots).  A friendly sort, also having the persona of a typical modern housewife-mom of the Disco era.  She wore a light airy blouse with beige slacks, a nice chest, great ass.
	Hoping out from the side door of the RV were two kids.  The boy was a chubby little peckerwood, not overweight but he could use some exercise.  Fresh faced, happy-go-lucky, spunky.  His sister was a couple of years younger or so, dark brown hair, dazzling young face, typically attired in jeans and a shirt.
	All three hovered around their illustrious leader.

	“Hi, I’m Ted Dawson, this is my wife, Joanne.” his smile was intoxicating, incredibly friendly, outgoing personality.  Geekoid.  He had a warm handshake and Charlotte had a fleeting image of him naked doinking his wife doggie-style--though she seriously doubted Joanne was the doggie-style kind of girl.  (but then again, one could never tell what went on behind closed doors…)
	Joanne seemed friendly enough, but she seemed a little “odd”, too.  Charlotte couldn’t figure it and didn’t know what to make of it; until Joanne introduced the children.  When Joanne turned her head, Charlotte saw blinking lights tucked in about the hair at the temple area.  They were unseen at the direct line-o’-sight, but when turning her head and looking down to the kids, Charlotte saw.  ‘Of all the times for August to be gone!’
	There was another child, too--a skinny frail child Charlotte could only assume was a traveling cousin or something.  She had flamming red hair and no resemblance at all to the two adults or the two resembling siblings.
	“These are our children, Jamie, Vikki, and Harriet.”
	Jamie was approx. eleven years young, his “sister” about ten or so, and Harriet seemed about eleven.  Harriet was all kinds of odd--extremely frail looking, incredibly happy, dazzling blue eyes, ten thousand freckles on her face, a smile that could stretch a mile.  
	The three were introduced to Kristy who introduced them to the other children.  Integration was in progress.  Charlotte took a brief gander at the still billowing engine.  A radiator hose had indeed busted, what other problems there were only August and Gunther could tell.
	There was an open invite so as the stranded family could have a rest away from their defunct RV.  Charlotte felt the strange stirrings of wanting to see Joanne naked.  She wanted to eat the woman’s pussy, spank her, and then see all the BOYS of August and Charlotte’s crew bang her.  
	My God!  She was becoming like August!
	Not a lot of information was freely given by Ted, he and the family were just on a little vacation.  Despite his outward friendliness, Charlotte detected more.  She was, after all, a former reporter, she knew when there was dirt still left to be undug.  
	Lemonade, apple pie, fudge, lemon bars made a big hit with the newcomers.  Joanne was checking out the rather LARGE inordinate amount of children and only Charlotte, Ara, and Alice the only adults.  She was told of August and Gunther out to the town down the road aways.  But still, five adults and over 2 dozen children of various ages.  It didn’t add up.
	No explanation was given, though, and Joanne let it be--as did Charlotte.  The kids were flying kites, chasing butterflies, chasing each other.  It was bliss.  It was tranquil.  The Dawson kids seemed okay, Harriet seemed flighty and very much enjoyed being with other children.  Jamie, too.  Vikki, however, lingered close by her father.  She had gone out to scamper with the others, but didn’t seem to “scamper” all that well.
	Charlotte so noted that she, too, had blinking green diode lights tucked back in her hair at the temples.  ’August, where the hell are you!?’

	Up to no good--naturally.
	The two men had come to a small town and located one of the two local welding supply stores.  It was mid day and not a lot going on for a midweek.  Gunther knew about welding and what he would need, August was Invisible and made a note of what was needed and rendered the items “secured.”
	Gunther also made contact with the lone cashier.
	A girl.
	A young girl, late teens, very early 20s.  She was cute.  Damn cute.  And young.  Young & cute.  Tight black knit slacks, a tight white knit shirt.  Rustic brown hair with streaks of darker brown and black.  She was incredibly sweet looking, knowledgeable about welding supplies, wore light perfume, and light makeup, a couple of rings on her fingers but nothing serious.  Not that it would matter.
	August touched Gunther, letting him know he was behind him.
	He too took note of the young cute girl.  The welding store was a shop, too; welding supplies of all kinds everywhere and there was a welding shop behind.  Behind the counter there was space enough to work, small hand sized items were here, out of reach of frisky customers.  Then a wall with a couple of two-way doors, small windows in them to see who you were going to crash into.  Gunther (and August) could see into the warehouse, it was lunch time and not a hell of a lot was going on.)
	‘Take your pants down.’
	The girl was writing up an order and suddenly she stood upright.  She had a puzzled look etched upon her incredibly pretty face, then in slow mo she undone her slacks and let them fall.  
	White bikini panties, with flowers.
	Hip-huggers.  Nice, very nice.
	“Are you a virgin?”
	No.  not only No but HELL no.  she wasn’t a slut, but she wasn’t a virgin about it, either.
	“Do you take it up the ass?”
	Yes.
	“In the mouth?”
	Sometimes.
	“Take on more than one guy at a time?”
	No.
	“Interested in making out with girls?”
	No.
	Her top came off and she lay across the black lacquered counter.  Gunther moved behind her and pulled her panties down.  August crawled up onto the counter and eased his invisible dick into her mouth.  Gunther entered her backdoor and the girl was receiving double penetration.
	August caught sight of a pair of young lads meandering their way through an open field.  His Narly Senses were active and so they were worth an interest.  Gunther became unseen with August and the two strolled into the open field--tall grass of various sizes; truck tires, truck wheels rusting, bed springs, old washers & dryers, refrigerators, car shells, piles of wood from some burned building in town, cement slabs from some renovation project. 
	A few trees here and there, lone trees over there.  The town was situated off to one side, allowing the field to expand untouched to the rustic hills surrounding.
	A great place to explore the long days of summer.
	The pair of boys were noted to be about eleven years young.  One a little taller than the other, short dirty blond hair while the shorter one had dirty brown hair.  Good clothes, but a little well worn and dirty from their day of exploring.
	At length the two came to the welcomed shade of the trees.  Unknown type trees, just your typical deciduous trees providing more than ample shade, and security from prying eyes from the town.
	Five trees in a semi-circle, giving an opening from the field.  
	More trash and debris were here, giving all indications of impromptu play forts.  A small hovel here and there indicated a home for hobos, but none were present this day.
	The two Interests whipped out their willies and proceeded to pee on one of the forts.  The taller youth farted.  He pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees, bent over and parted his cheeks, letting another rip.
	The smaller fella masturbated after peeing.
	The taller youth ceased giggling and began jerking his gherkin as well.
	The smaller youth appeared to have some Indian in him, maybe a little South of the Boarder, too.  Both faced one another and fondled themselves.
	“Put your cocks together.” suggested strongly August.
	The boys hesitated a moment before accepting the command.  Then they moved closer and began rubbing their cocks to one another.
	“Fondle your friend’s cock, fondle his balls, rub his ass!”
	Again there was hesitation, but at length the boys complied.
	Gunther had his own pud out, slowly undressing himself.
	August noted the time, they would have to get back soon, it was getting late and they had work to do.
	The boys pressed their bodies together, caressing one another’s ass.
	“Have you ever SUCKED another dude’s dick?” August asked of the taller youth, Gary.
	Nope.  Nor had the shorter fella, Jed.
	“Ever consider it?”
	Nut-uh; no way.
	“What if you were PAID to do it?”
	No way!;  How much?
	“Ever fuck anybody, a girl, a guy?”
	Yes, my little cousin Cheryl;  Nope, no way, no how, never.
	August had the two undress completely.  When done, Gary were serviced firstly by his pal Jed.  Jed took a moment or two before fondling the slinky white cock, he made a face just taking his tongue to lick the piss slit.  Gary tensed up, he had never been blown.  He had never ejaculated, either.  This was going to be a treat.
	Jed engulfed the head of Gary’s schlong, pulled the skin tight, squeezed the slightly furry nads, and then like a snake swallowing its dinner engulfed the fuck organ.
	He made more faces.  He retched and almost backed off the cock, but August kept him going.  The boy swallowed the entire four inch prong and then began the tedious task of sucking.
	When Gary was close to cumming off August had Jed pull out the cock and suck on the shaft, then the balls, then back onto the cock.  Gary humped his friend’s mouth, tightened up and began ejaculating.  The look on his face was incredible.  He had never experienced such a thing.
	Jed backed off, vomiting.  Cum drizzled from his retching mouth.  Gary masturbated, squeezed his own balls, rubbed his face, and remained standing in awe at the awesomeness of the orgasm.
	Jed’s cock was satiated, too--by slamming it’s way up into Gary’s corn hole.  Gary assumed the doggie-style position and spread a cheek.  Gary cinched up and penetrated the boy’s virgin rectum.
	After creaming the hole, Jed licked it clean before being put on his back, holding his own legs back and a MANLY cock slid into his backdoor.  August put Gary on his knees and his cock into the boy’s mouth.
	Gunther humped Jed’s hole until blast off, pulling out and shooting a massive wad of spunk all over the boy’s balls and stomach, then re-inserting into the lad’s ass and fucking him silly.
	Both boys were now to become sexually involved with one another.  To suck and fuck, fondle, and be nude as much as they could get away with.
	August and Gunther peed on the two and left them naked.
	Both men were still worked up.  Gunther loved August’s Device, the power--the ability to convey desires!  It was astounding.  He realized, too, that it was dangerous.  But yet it was still astounding, marvelous.  
	“Why, you could fuck anybody anywhere anytime anyhow!”
	August concurred.  Hollywood stars, presidential daughters, presidential wives, rock stars, country stars, anyone, anybody.
	Back in town, dressed, tired, shagged out, sticky, the two finished loading up Gunther’s ride with the necessary items they needed.  A small school bus rolled by, loaded with young’uns.  Melvin Elementary.
	Both August and Gunther looked to one and smiled.
	“What, 20, 25 kids?”
	“Yep, I reckon.”
	“Eight to ten years?”
	“That, too.”
	“Got your video camera?”

                                                        *****

	She debated whether or not to tempt fate, she had been school (somewhat) in the abilities of the thing, but still it was a little overwhelming.  She had never fully used it, she had “learned” by watching.  She was only really mildly aware of its abilities and was fully aware of the “troubles” it had caused.
	She didn’t want to get too “chummy” with the Device, it was dangerous.  But, on the other hand, it led way to answering hidden questions.  Though the Dawson’s were nice enough peoples, there was something mighty odd about them.  Mighty odd.  Odd to the point of being annoying.  
	Charlotte tapped her fingers together, she wondered/worried about August and Gunther, when he/they were gone for any length of time she worried, their “business” often could lead them into unannounced/unforeseen disaster--leaving her stranded.
	She determined that she was paranoid.  But she had a right to be.  Traveling with the likes of August Moone and his new peculiar pal Gunther Tallywick made her that way.  What they did, what they ALL did was beyond the scope of anyone’s understanding.  Perhaps she could play it off as being brainwashed, like Patty Hearst?
	(yeah, look how well that turned out…)
	She dismissed it.  Maybe the blinking diode lights on the temples were some sort of jewelry, a new sort of fashion statement Charlotte wasn’t aware of.  That was a possibility.  Maybe.  Possibly.  And maybe a used car salesman will give you the honest truth about the “little old lady car.”
	Only the three “women” of the Dawson family bore the blinking lights, maybe it WAS a fashion statement.  If so, why so hidden.  Only by quick eyesight and the turn of their heads did Char see.  Jamie and his father had no such devices.  Charlotte shook her head, she was too much thinking like August, perhaps the man (or possibly the boy) was “controlling” his family. 
	August’s Device was tucked away securely, only Charlotte knew where it was.  And she suspected Wendsy, knew, and then probably September, but they were the only ones.  The Dawson family seemed normal enough, they had integrated with the others; playing, running, flying kites.  Charlotte sat inside the mega RV at the table, watching thru the tinted window.  
	“I think there is something about them.”
	The voice startled Charlotte, she nearly pissed herself.  It was Wendsy, the little sneak.  Charlotte was only mildly aware of how weird she and her brother were.  She didn’t want to know the rest.
	The calm bizarre girl slid into the seat opposite Charlotte and stared out to the Dawsons.  “Any ideas?” Charlotte inquired.  Wendsy merely shook her head, she didn’t know, not for sure.
	“I think they are being controlled.” she spoke at length, though.
	“Controlled?  By who?”
	Wendsy paused a moment before answering, “The man, Mr. Dawson.”
	Charlotte laid odds on that assumption, too.  But how, and why?
	There were probably the obvious reasons; sex.  But why not the boy?  That was obvious, too, he was in on it.  
	“He doesn’t seem to have anything like August…” Charlotte drawled, hoping the child with higher insight would give up what she thought.
	“He has something.”
	Duh.
	Wendsy sat back, folded her arms and stared at the table.  Some kids came into the RV, to use the bathroom, to get a drink, to chill out from the wondrous amount of freedom to play.  “We need a dog.” quipped someone from the group.  Kristy was mum on that, rolling her eyes and slightly blushing.  Charlotte had only heard tell about girls having their family furry pet lick their poons, she had not seen it in person.  She imagined Kristy butt naked, legs open, and some German Shepherd doing his thing, licking her to orgasm.
	Kristy slid into the seat beside Charlotte.  She was a darling, lovely brown eyes, a warm face.  She was a little sweaty from all the playing, in the hall Tommy and Stacie had hooked up for a “quickie.”  Stacie had a skirt outfit on, no undies.  The skirt came up and she bent over, thusly allowing the ever horny horndog Tommy to plow into her from behind.
	Kristy’s little non-bio sister came loping in, very sweaty, tired, out of breath, in need of a drink and a good pee.  Kristy held her, cuddled her, and seemed to love her more than she did when they were at home.
	Charlotte passed the little blond haired wonder her glass of lemonade, the little tyke drank her fill and then snuggled into her big sister.  Charlotte returned to checking on the Dawsons.

                                                   Extra Curricular Activities

	Bus 124, Melvin Elementary, Day Outing to the Country
	The bus was not a big one, but it was noisy and blew blue smoke.  It was dingy yellow, box-like, and had seen better days.  It rumbled down the country road; its passengers unawares of the Dangers following it.
	 Not a lot of traffic on the two laner.  A tractor in the field to one side, a flock of ducks overhead, clear skies, and moderate temperatures.  August fiddled with the hi-tech video camera, prepping it for use.  Gunther kept a good distance behind Bus 124, both men had noted Melvin Elementary in town, the bus was loaded with two dozen students, there were merely a few farm houses out where they were traveling, it was mid day; so it was assumed the bus was not taking the children home but rather on some outing of some sort.
	The bus came to a country dirt lane and turned off.  Gunther pulled over on the road he was on and watched the bus rumble down the gravely road, it would still be easy enough to follow despite the fact that it entered into the only forest in the entire area.  Rolling hills, derelict farms, a single road in.  Gunther only moved when the dust from the bus had settled.
	Half a mile thru the woods, around a corner, over a bridge, up a small hill, down a long hill, into a small valley, Bus 124 came to a stop at a small secluded working farm.  A sawmill was here along with a flour mill.  Eighteen hundred head of diary cows made their home in the area, as well.  It stunk to high heaven, no wonder it was secluded.  The scent of the sawmill helped conceal the offensiveness of the cows.
	August and Gunther had their doubts.  The area was not overly secure for them to do what they wanted.  Too many peoples, access to phones, access roads leading all around, and there even was a helicopter parked nearby.  
	“On their way back, maybe.” suggested August.
	“We’ll have to fuck with the bus.” suggested Gunther.

	A good hour and a half later and the kiddies all loaded back onboard the bus, waved goodbye to their new friends (adults and animals alike) and the bus made a huge U-turn and began making a return trip back.
	Just at the top of the huge hill in the forest and before the bridge, the bus driver made an impromptued turn.  No one seemed to notice, on board were indeed 24 students, most were boys.  There was a teacher with a teenage assistant, the assistant principal, and the driver.  None of the adults noticed the change in driving route.
	The adults only noticed when the bus pulled off the dirt road and began coming up to a dilapidated old woodsy barn.  By then it was too late.  The driver drove the bus into the barn, the doors were opened.  It was a large barn, enough to conceal the bus entirely--although anyone with good specs or binoculars or just good eyes could look thru the cracks of the barn and see the big yellow thing.
	The doors of the bus opened and a figure came aboard, toting a cattle prod.  There was an ear splitting noise that deafened and virtually blinded everyone.  Most of the students fell to the middle of the floor.  Most were unable to scream or cry out, the pain was intense.
	When slowly the discomfort level decreased, it was quickly realized that something wicked had come into their midst:  The driver was standing up, handcuffed to the safety/hand rail by his seat.  Up against the handrail at the front of the bus by the door lever opener/closer was the teacher.  The assistant principal beside her.  Beside the driver just askew and behind him was the teacher’s aid/assistant.
	Taking front precedence was a tall man, a green wool cap, green army fatigue all weather jacket, camouflage jeans and hiking boots.  Another fella was clad all in black garb, toting a cattle prod.
	“Lemme ’splain something to you all.” spoke a gruff voice with no discernible accent.  “DON’T FUCK WITH ME!”
	His words stung into the hearts, souls, and minds of the young students, the adults and semi adults as well.  The young teacher’s aid began to weep, realizing how much trouble they were in.  she read the news and was wise.
	“DON’T PISS ME OFF, DON’T MAKE ME ANGRY, DO AS YER TOLD, DON’T FUCK WITH ME!” The speaker carried a riding crop, modified so as it was electrified.  He smacked it against the ass of the teacher, she wore a beige outfit, knee length skirt, off-white blouse, beige jacket.  She was a blond, firm 38s, firm figure, no nonsense woman who could fit into the shoes of a professional businesswoman (or drill sergeant) rather than a teacher.
	She winced and yelped at the inflicted pain.  When the assistant principal made his play he was zapped with the cattle prod.  He could do nothing more than wince and flop about in pain, his hands were handcuffed to the handrail.
	The cattle prod was pressed against his nads, “Listen to me, motherfucker, “DON’T do that again!” the voice was meaningful and warning.  The African American VP nodded.  He was late thirties and was well enough wise enough not to tempt fate more than once during any one particular incident.
	“Now then,” spoke up the second voice.  Both “voices” were concealed by some sort of blurriness.  It was like a mask but none of the buss passengers could make sense of it or come together on what they saw.  Not even the adults.
	A video camera was set up.  Two, in facts, one of the Voices moved down the aisle and set up the second in the rear.  He remained there, wielding the modified riding crop.
	“Alrighty now, “ the First Voice began again, “we’re gonna do some things, things you won’t like. TOUGH!  You will do them or suffer the consequences.” he let the cattle prod speak before continuing.  “Now, firstly, I want all the BOYS to stand up in the aisle.”
	There was hesitation.  No one knew what this was about.  Timidly, though, the lads of the 4rth grade class moved to the center aisle.
	“Wonderful!” spoke the First.  “Now take off your shoes.”
	This was met with a little more hesitation.  So the teacher, Ms. Emma, withered and wriggled in some diabolical pain and discomfort, wetting herself and virtually drooling as the pain seethed throughout her body.  VP Morris caused severe bleeding to his wrists as he fought the high tensile steel cuffs securing him to the handrail.
	When order was restored and a sense of calmness came over the passengers, the 14 boys pulled off their shoes.  “Hand them to the girls.”
	The boys complied, most were holding themselves together okay, some were sniveling, this was some serious shit.  It was going to get serious in the moments to cum.  (come)
	The First Voice pressed his Pain Stick to Ms. Emma’s crotch, then without warning ripped her blouse off, including her bra.  Her jacket, too.  She was topless, her clothes ripped down to her cuffed wrists.  The Pain Stick pressed against her bare breasts.  The 37 year old began to weep, shake her head, she didn’t understand, this was not happening--this was not happening.
	“BOYS, take OFF your pants.”
	Everyone’s mouths hung agape.  “Oh my God!” uttered throughout them all.  “You have ten fucking seconds to comply.”  Ms. Emma and Mr. Morris wriggled, made their wrists bleed, frantically fussed to no avail.  Six of the 14 boys shucked their jeans, the rest required a little more coercion.
	Of those, two who were in the rear by the Second Voice got their asses tantalized by HIS Pain Stick.  Two girls nearby cowered onto the floor in a pee of puddle.
	When the boys who had not shucked their clothing as asked continued to wail and not carry out the order, First Voice brought up a hand held object of which he activated.  ALL the passengers (’cept the Voices) wallowed on the floor, more peeing, screaming, and going into fits of convulsion.
	At length ALL the boys now stood in their underwear, three boys wore boxers.  A moment to recover, then, “Girls, take the boys jeans and their shoes, and toss them out the window.”
	This was met with some awe.  “WHAT!?”  but there was compliance.  The girls seemed more willing to comply than that of the boys.  Well, we’ll see as this goes on.
	“Boys, your shirts.  Get ’em off.  Hand them to the girls.  Girls, toss ’em out the window.”
	It was done but not easily.  There was more weeping.  No one understood what this was all about.  But soon the boys stood merely in their underwear.  No one moved.  There were only the whispers of sniveling and a light breeze wafting through the thick pines surrounding the abandoned barn.
	“BOYS!” spoke gruffly the First Voice, “take off your underwear.”
	Not one boy made a move to comply.  The command was re-spoken not once but twice.  Two boys in the middle hooked their thumbs in their undies but nothing more.  One boy in the rear by the Second Voice had his basic briefs going as far down as to expose his lily white ass, but there was no one (of particular) to see it, save for Second Voice.
	A boy closest to First Voice was grabbed and wrestled with and jerked out of the bus, he was lain across a decaying hay bale and whipped.  The modified cattle prod and then a thin leather strap.  The boy’s arms were pinned and he was skinned nearly alive.
	He was left in a heap, heaving and twitching.  First Voice re-entered the bus, the VP cussed him and bitched at him, “If I get my hands on you--” to wit the First Voice looked at him sternly.  “Then I’ll just have to see that you don’t have your hands to do that.” he said dryly.  Morris gulped, he blinked.  “What kind of fucking piece of shit are you!?”
	Morris suddenly realized the punishment for such outburst, he was kneed in the groin and then the cattle prod came to tenderize his aching black balls.  “Fuck with me some more, and I’ll shove this (the cattle prod) up your ass, turn it on, then send it on thru until it comes out your mouth!” and he meant it, too.  VP Morris believed him. He nodded that he now understood and wouldn’t bark out of turn.
	When First Voice looked upon the passengers, the boys had all slid their underwear off and had handed them to the girls.  The girls seeing First Voice looking over them tossed the underwear out the nearest window.
	The boys all concealed their naughty bits, their asses were bare but their hands covered their privates.  But not for long.  The boys were firstly ordered to “Put your hands to yours sides!” they did so.
	After a long pause, the boys had to turn and face the girl closest to him.
	There was dissention among the masses, more sniveling, crying, outbursts, and virtually noncompliance.  First Voice exited the bus and placed his boot onto the neck/throat of the young boy still withering in the hay.  All aboard the bus watched in shock and horror and ultimate dismay as the boy choked and gasped for air and then went still.
	First Voice reentered the bus,  “Face the girls or someone ELSE will be out there.”
	The thirteen nude boys numbly turned and presented their nakedness to the girls.
	“GIRLS, reach out and fondle the boy’s wares.  Hold their balls, rub their ass, stroke their cocks!”
	The student teaching assistant lost it, she passed out.  Ms. Emma was close to following her.  Morris gulped and watched, closing his eyes, then watching again.  All the girls fondled a boy, rubbed his ass, cupped and squeezed his bare balls.
	Five of the thirteen boys sprouted hardons.  The remaining boys were too terrified to get hard.
	“Excellent!” exclaimed the First Voice.  “Now, BOYS, I want you to turn and face another boy.” the boys did so, “Good, now step up, press your bodies together, put your hands to his ass and rub.”
	The sniveling slowly ebbed, the girls’ eyes all now watched as their counterparts complied with the Voice’s direction.
	After a minute or so of this with their young hairless chests all heaving and such, the boys were told to turn and face front.  They did so.  They also had to scoot up and press their nakedness against the ASS in front of them.  Hands on Hips, too.  More sniveling erupted, the assistant teaching aid was awake now, she was close to passing out again.
	The boy then had to “reach around” and grab the “willy” of the boy in front, fondle it, play with it, fondle the balls.  The boys did so but not overly willingly.
	And lastly, the boys had to KISS the ass in front of them.  Each cheek and then the “hole.”
	There was little compliance here, so another boy suffered the indignity of being whipped senseless.  Mr. Morris frantically went ballistic, his balls were met harshly with the First Voice’s knee, the cattle prod was introduced to the man’s nuggets, Ms. Emma was zapped on her bare breasts and her skirt ripped off.
	The non-complying boys complied, kissing all the parts mentioned and then they were allowed to sit.
	The girls were all kinds of squeamish as the boys had scoot passed them to sit by the window.  Only a handful of the girls came to realize what was in store for them nextly