August Moone
Book 2
Roadtrips and Sidetrips
Chapter 19
Bombastically Beyond Belief

                                                     Meanwhile V

	She was dead.  Very dead.  She had moaned for a bit, groaned, and then a blood bubble came out of her open mouth.  She lay prone on the gray slate stoned floor, behind her her Tormentor continued to lash at her before realizing that his Wench was no longer moving or reacting to his whipping her.
	No one in the hole moved.  Most held their breaths.  The Giant Tormentor snorted, scratched his balls, kicked the lifeless Wench and stared at her for a few minutes.  Enduring minutes that were eternity for those stuck in the hole.
	The Giant kitchen was a mess, there had been a raid on the pantry and ice box; during such time as the cat, Tabby, made a fateful appearance.  It favored a paw and was highly pissed off; and when sighting in on the small vermin-human’s making their raid Tabby launched a horrendous attack.
	The commotion brought the Wench who shooed the Tabby and then began picking up the mess of food from the floor.  The scurrying puny humans she did not notice in the gloomy darkness of the kitchen.
	The commotion, too, brought the Giant Tormentor.  Enraged about the mess on the floor he took it out on the hapless Wench.  After striking her he threw her across the table whereupon he roughly and violently entered her, smacking her hips as he did so.
	When done he wrenched the wench onto her knees and force fed her his soiled schlong.  She hurled.  She retched and upchucked onto his loins; this only pissed the ole boy off more and he commenced to whacking her senseless.  Out of the gloomy darkness there came into his hand a whip, he gritted his teeth and proceeded to whip the wench senseless until she collapsed onto the dirty-food strewn floor lifeless.
	“Let’s get the hell outta here.” commented Charlotte.
	The Queen, however had other plans for the puny humans--she was the leader of the Giant Wall Vermin (and insects).  She was a black-widow spider with a huge grudge against August and company.  She had called into help a swarm of termites.  They weren’t too keen on the stone wall, however and were of little help.  They could scurry thru the narrow passages and make a lot of noise, but they were virtually useless to the Queen Bitch and she was pissed.
	But thanks to Ralph the Mouse the puny humans found a way out of the stone wall and out into the grand openness.  There troubles were far from over, the Queen Bitch sent droves of insects after the escaping humans.  It was all a blur to August and Charlotte--hours and days melded into one as they struggled to fight and run; to hide and live for one more hour, one more day.
	At one point the HUD came to full life, seemingly operating perfectly--or as well as to be expected.  It came at a critical time when using the infra-red and other aspects of Clear Sight were needed.  This allowed August to thwart an aggressive attack launched by the Queen Bitch.  But just barely.  They still lacked sufficient weapons necessary to turn the tide.  And the Queen Bitch was relentless in her efforts so taking her on was fruitless.
	One fine morning the puny humans came upon a wall.  A real wall.  A stone wall.  To the left of them was the Giant House, to the right and around them was grass, of which was a major forest to the humans.  The Swarm (of insects) was, too.  The right area had yet to be explored but August could just detect another stone wall resulting in his determining that there were in a fenced world.
	This was not good.  The Queen Bitch obviously would figure this out and it would only be a matter of time.  They couldn’t keep going on, they were haggard, two of the group had been killed, another was gravely close to death, two more were wounded.
	If the Queen would be a forgiving bitch there would at least be options, but she wasn’t.  She merely simply wanted to destroy (kill) the puny humans.  There would be no negotiating with her.
	There was nothing more to do, August had the Device/HUD, but it was powerless against the Horde, ineffective to say the least.  It worked only against human minds.
	For several hours August dedicated his time trying to gain access to the Device’s hidden programs.  He searched for anything to aid him in his plight against the insect horde.  But there was nothing.  This was not good; no, not good at all.
	Suddenly he was interrupted by a bloodcurdling yell--the insect horde had found them and they were amassing in a great number--the flying insects pinpointing the small group as they huddled against the stone wall.  The blades of grass wavered as the front wave of attackers came in thrashing, gnashing and hissing.
	Charlotte clung to August, both bearing weapons.  The remaining members of the Wall People clung to their weapons--this looked like the end.
	Looked like.
	All of a sudden seemingly appearing as if out of nowhere “missiles” were zooming.  Slings and flaming arrows, too.  There were yells and shouts and the attacking horde was caught off guard.  
	Vines trickled down the stone wall, above were humans, more humans.  (but organized.)  August and Charlotte helped the others up the vines and they were hauled away.  August and Charlotte went last.  At the top of the stone wall August had a so-so commanding view of the stone fenced-in yard.  It was impressive.
	So was the other side, a HUGE large expanse of field, there was a dirt road--giant sized, a wooden fence and then the “wilderness.”  The flying attacking insects were pegged off by the various missiles and then about a dozen or so bees came up and began a melee with the flying assaulters.
	“I’m Berille.” spoke up one of the humans, he was dressed in handmade clothing, but good clothing.  He seemed well, fit, and in charge.  He was some years younger than August but that was okay.  A rescue is a rescue, right?

                                                 Observing Debauchery

	He had to admit that she WAS pretty, which was why she was probably sought after.  She wore a pretty blue dress, simple but pretty.  White daisies with a white hem.  Long dark hair, blue eyes dazzling, an angelic face having just a touch Italian features.  She was in the company of a man, not her father or a relative of any sort. 
	HE was a deacon of the church.  Middle aged, a nice fella in good clothes.  He also seemed to be “up to something.”  he appeared to be apprehensive, shifty, sneaky.  As he escorted the young lady in his company out into the foyer of the Church, down a hall and into a small room not used only for storing extra tables and chairs.
	Gunther had a heck of time getting to a spot upon which he could view the “proceedings.”  he wished like anything to have August’s ability of “invisibility.”  but he didn’t so he had to deal with be ultra sneaky.
	He didn’t think he missed much, a few minutes.  By the time he managed to get into an opportune position the debauchery of the young one was already in progress.  The “deacon” sat crossed legged before the child, she was a treasure--a small gentle face with LOTS of hair gently coiffing her angelic face.  She was a charmer.  She held up her blue dress, was smiling and almost giggling.  The deacon caressed her butt and then slowly slid down her powder blue panties.
	He lowered the undies down to her knees, then sat back to admire/gaze upon the nudity of the child’s cunny.  Again he caressed her butt, then hugged her before hoisting her up onto a round hard plastic dinning table.  Here he had the child lay down, her legs dangling off the edge.  The deacon then went “down” on the girl, licking her out.  
	The child’s legs were raised up, panties to her ankles, one hand holding her ankles together, the other fondling the child’s sex.  The deacon’s tongue lolled about the child’s nakedness, lapping her pussy and asshole.
	The little girl didn’t seem distressed, she actually seemed--out of it.
	Gunther watched her face carefully.  
	Just as the deacon stood, Gunther caught sight of something else that was odd.  In a pile of “stuff” in a corner of the storage room something stirred.  Gunther saw a “foot.”  Using his hi-tech binoculars he zeroed in until he located a “head.”  There were too many shadows and details on the “head” were nill.  	
	The deacon was unaware, he had stood and unleashed his schlong.  It was stiff and very hard.  The child’s panties were cast off and he stepped up against the little girl.  His hands went up her body, sliding off her dress.  Once rendered naked the deacon looked upon her, smiling and gliding his cock against her poon.  She was a virgin and Gunther wondered if she would remain so.	
	Gunther made a determination that the little girl was a little “off.”  She either had Downs or some other mental disorder.  The deacon humped and humped, rubbing himself harder against the child until he began to cum.  (And even after cumming he continued to hump until he was spent.)
	When done he diddled the child’s spunk laden cunny, fingered her pert poop chute, then used her panties to clean herself up.  Thereafter he continued to gaze upon her until a “beeping” from his watch sped him up--dressing the child, cuddling her, dressing himself, then hustling the child out.
	Gunther held fast.
	Just a few minutes after the deacon had scurried out from under the pile of storage stuff came a young boy.  He was about twelve years young, sandy haired, semi good clothes, his cock was out of his pants and he finished masturbating; his eyes fell upon the cast off powder blue panties.  He picked them up, sniffed them, wrapped them about his cock and jerked off again!

	He wasn’t really dressed for attending a Church service, but not shabbly, either.  There were major issues Gunther had with Church, religion as a whole.  He didn’t care to discuss them so….
	No one took too much notice of him, his hand was shook, he even shook hands with the naughty deacon--he had another boner going in his pants; little wonder--the Church had a LOT of possibles.
	Gunther took a seat in one of the side angled pews in the last pew.  Here he was likely to be less bothered by parishioners going in and out or yapping.  Here he had a commanding view of the parishioners--the ones who were possibles.  Delightful possibles; young adult, teens, younger, really young.  Gunther was in glory.
	And he also noticed the young fellow who had been “hidden” in the storage room.  He was a nice fellow, nice looking, and had shifty eyes for the young girls of the gathering.  He hung back in the back, taking a seat across the small pew aisle from Gunther.  The boy had a raging boner and was embarrassed, and horny.
	The boy cast his eyes upon several who were milling about him, oen girl in particular seemed to give him particular fits.  She wore a short skirt, black, skin tight, kinda inappropriate for Church service.  She sat in the pew before the distraught boy, standing up leaning against the pew behind her yapping to her friends sitting.  
	In the open aisle some young girls ran amok, one in particular slipped and fell--her legs going up and exposing her lovely tight pink underwear.  Both Gunther and the boy grinded the heels of their hand into their hard bones.
	Gunther took note of several prospects.  To each one he dedicated several minutes, undressing them in his mind, imagining what they would look like laid to naked, being spanked, peed on, spanked, fucked, spanked, tied up, and spanked.
	A good group of possible-prospects.  He picked out seven, some were tall--some were short.  All were pretty, great asses, incredible features from their faces to their breasts.  Each girl was different, each girl had a delight about her that Gunther yearned to capture on film--as well as on his cock!
	He made a vow that he WOULD have them.

                                          Meanwhile, a Time to Trip

	“August?  August?  Finally!”
	His head hurt.  Really badly.  His tongue felt swollen.  Opening his eyes only created a new myriad of discomfort and distortions.
	“Holy shit!” he murmured.
	“He lives!”
	“Don’t be so sure.” he replied dryly.  He tried sitting up, that was a bad idea.  Very bad.  His neck, arms, stomach, every “fiber of his being” ached or was on fire.  “Shit!”
	“Just take it easy, I’m here.”
	“Where the hell is here?”
	“Don’t know.”
	August could barely focus in on Charlotte, it was her voice but her “form” was distorted.  
	“Here.” she said, it was water.  It was cool and helped the Sahara Desert in his mouth.  
	“How long?”
	“A while.  Don’t know myself, I’ve been kinda out of it as well.”
	It would be a while longer before August came to his senses.

	His mind was flood with a mix-mash of memories--past-present-and otherwise.  He was slightly confused, trying to hold on to whatever new reality he was in.  Reality?  What a concept!  He felt awful.  Resting wherever he was was best.
	He drifted off to sleep, awakening now and then with bouts of hysteria, frightening images of being attacked by--by huge hideous creatures!  Nothing made sense, oh how his head hurt.  His stomach was in knots, it felt as though seething throughout his innards was one of those fuses from the cartoons.
	At length all this ebbed away to having the feeling of only a 500 pound sitting on his chest.  His mind cleared, somewhat.  There was a ringing in his ears, his mouth was still dry, and visions of being at an AC/DC concert plagued him.
	Trees.  Trees and shrubs.  Boulders as big as a house.  Jungle trees.  Jungle shrubs.  Boulders still big as a house.  The sky--the sky was most noticeable--it was a light hue of orange.  When he sat up and tempted fate of standing, bracing against one of those boulders as big as a house, he noted the triple moons hanging in the orange sky--they were so close he felt that he could climb the nearest mountain and touch them.
	The biggest one anyways, the other two were a few inches apart and set back a ways, one being a bit on the reddish hue side, the foremost one a dismal mud brown while the remaining one was kind of blueish.
	“I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.” he said wryly.
	“This the norm for you?”
	August braced against the great boulder, stoving off the urge to hurl.  He nodded, “Generally.”
	“Joy.” Charlotte wasn’t amused.  She struggled to stand up herself, August lent a hand--and they both lost their balance, collapsing onto the moss laden jungle floor.
	“This is good.” August choked dryly…

	Charlotte was mostly speechless about the new surroundings.  Anything, though, beat where they had been.  It had ended abruptly, though, neither August or Charlotte could recall much after the “rescue.”  Charlotte had many questions--most of which August had already explored during his own first Time Tripping.
	“I don’t think we’re “tripping”, though.” August commented as they soaked their tootsies in the nearby creek.
	“What do you mean?”
	“This is different than my tripping, I went into time, the 1880s, the 1930s and 50s; whatever this is is different.”
	Upon seeing the rather LARGE albino trout in the deep (and wide) creek, their “tootsies” they removed and they sought out some sustenance.
	Which was not hard to do; nearby there were equally LARGE fruits and veggies.  “We are REALLY someplace else!” August commented.
	Charlotte still tried to finger out how if this was merely a dream of some sort--how the hell could there be such realism?  Pain, anguish, physical & mental feelings; sexual and fulfilling, too.  She had had dreams before, wild and bizarre dreams--none had ever been so realistic; to give her the ability to feel pain, pleasure, and all those feelings in between.  She didn’t understand it, but neither did August.  And he didn’t try, he didn’t care.  He had at the beginning, but it gave him a migraine and he quit and just “went with it.”
	There was a sun, not as bright or as warm as the one they were used to.  August didn’t care to explain it, the presence of experiencing “time.”  It was an “outer body experience” for sure.  “It’s something like our minds have been displaced into another being occupying another time & space.” as if that would help matters.
	But in a way it did, Charlotte noted that August did not quite look like himself, he was younger, more well built, more thicker hair, etc.  And Charlotte herself was not quite herself--a little taller, breasts sized up a bit more, more meat to her “thighs” and so on.
	“Ancestors, maybe?” Charlotte chirped.  August thought it over, nodded and tousled her hair.  She hated when he did that.  They collected their bounty of mega sized carrots and strawberries and scurried back to the huge boulder.  On the lee side there was a curvature that allowed some shelter.  Doing his best boy scout impersonation August constructed a fire.  Charlotte managed to spear one of the albino trout in the nearby stream.  The two were satiated with sustenance, no vermin was chasing them, no giants; no foul weather, no Indians of the Purple Schlong (*see Book One early chapters); they were safe & sound and nude.
	After noshing they curled up with one another and fell to a blissful sleep.  August watched the moons fade and nighttime take over the new landscape.  He heard various birds and other “wildlife”, there was some sound far off that annoyed him, but he was too tired to pay it much attention--besides, it was far off aways anyways.

	It was dark.  Damn dark.  In the sky above--which was equally dark, there were (at least) a few jillion stars.  No constellations were discernible, but there were stars just the same.  Charlotte had awoken firstly, the need to pee awakening her.  The air was brisk and a might chilly, the fire had died down and there was a sort of curious “funk” in the air.
	It wasn’t August.  He snored peacefully on.  Charlotte crept just a few feet away and did her business.  Her peeing pussy clamped shut when there was heard a voracious sound.  It was from some animal--some BIG animal and he (it) was damn close.  Too close.
	August was awake.  “What the fuck was that!?” he yelled--like Charlotte knew.
	“I don’t know WHAT it is, I just want to know WHERE it is!”
	Although that didn’t really seem to matter as the Voracious Loud Mouth seemed to be way too close, somewhere in their immediate vicinity.
	“Traveling with you is never dull!” commented Charlotte as she and her lover scurried quickly thru the thick bushes.
	Loud Mouth sounded like some huge tiger, or lion.  It didn’t appear to give chase, but his noise could be heard.  August & Char followed the stream of water until it came to a huge pond.  There was a huge waterfall filling it.  On a hunch August wanted to check out the waterfall--just to check.
	Nope, no such luck--no cave.  But it was worth a shot.  It was too cold behind the falls to camp out, they made their way on thru the jungle, becoming exhausted and really lost after a while.  They made a cold camp, huddling to one another until dawn.

	Dawn.
	“What the hell….?” he voice trailed off as she stared up into the dawning orange sky.  Flying just above the tallest jungle trees was a creature, a bony skeletal-like creature with a tremendous wing span--not too mention the tremendous skeleton-like skull.  
	“Holy shit…” mouthed August.
	“What?  What is it?”
	“Whattya think it is?”
	She paused, she didn’t want to answer.   She gulped, pursed her lips and murmured, “It sorta looks like one of those creatures in the museum of natural history.  A pterodactyl?”
	“Yep.”
	“Damn.”
	It was.  It was a lone, soaring in small circles and then larger ones, going up high in the sky and then slowly circling back down to tree top level.  August looked about the area; jungle-like, big noises, pterodactyl flying, crazy vegetables in enormous sizes, orange sky.  He closed his eyes shaking his head.  “Oh no.”
	“What?  What is it?  You-you know where we are?” she knew too, just didn’t want to admit it.
	“Yeah,” he said dryly, “we’re really in time.”
	Their convo was broken by Loud Mouth, it was close by.  August grabbed Charlotte by the hand and they fled.  Finding a huge boulder with a small cave they had to climb up to.  It was narrow but capable of holding them.  It gave them shelter--of which they needed--for suddenly there came poking its eye and then nose into the entrance a tyrannosaurus rex!
	Its breath alone almost killed them.  Its screaming, its gnashing maw, drool matter, and voracious attempt to claw into their cave.  The rock of the boulder was too great for the creature and in a pissed fit he moved on for easier prey.
	“I really want to wake up from this now.” Charlotte said.
	For hours the two puny humans (again) held out clinging to one another.  At length August braved it and crept to the lip of the cave.  It was mid-day, the moons were out, they were a daily feature.  The off-colored sun was high in the orange sky.  More pterodactyls soared in the sky, there were no signs of the t-rex.
	“We can’t survive here.” August said, “We’ve got to find better shelter.”
	“Is there anyplace safe?  With that big fuck lurking about?”  Charlotte didn’t normal curse, she used proper grammar, but the dire situation was wearing on her and August was rubbing off on her, too.
	They left the safety of the cave and stealthfully eased back into the dense jungle.  The finding of the HUGE dung pile was not thrilling, several “other” piles were found, as well.
	Then there were the dead and massacred-macerated dinos.  Carcasses.  It was sickening and appalling.  Neither August or Charlotte approved or hung around long, they both scurried quickly lest they encounter the creature that had done the maceration.
	And then--a canyon.  A gorge.  It was deep and wide with a HUGE waterfall plunging down it.  From the lip of where August and Charlotte stood they could see down the canyon that slowly bled away to an immense incredibly dense jungle spanning as far and wide as the eyes could see clear to the horizon.  No mountain or hills or lakes.  It looked rather something like “broccoli” tops.
	Though it was jungle-like where August and Char stood, across the great chasm the trees seemed to be more like regular trees--pines and such.  There were fruitless banana trees and other assorted jungle fauna but pines and cedars, firs and birch were mingled in among, as well.
	Spanning the great gorge was a tree.
	The biggest fucking tree August had ever seen.  A tremendous giant among giants--a great redwood.  It was well worn giving August the impression of much travel.  He figured dinos, the smaller variety, perhaps MAYBE some larger ones, but the BIG dinos, no way.  The tree was great indeed, it had 20 feet width, 300 feet of heighth.  But the big dinos wouldn’t care for the “view”--it was a nice 1,000 foot drop to the narly rocks below and the plunging waters of the falls.  
	“Stay in the middle.” August cautioned.
	“You want us to cross this?” Charlotte chirped not believing August’s intentions.
	“You wanna stay and play with Big Mouth?”
	Charlotte thought it over in a second and took August’s hand.
	Despite the nice wide-span of the great tree, the simple fact of no handrails, the great falls two hundred feet to their right thundering at an angle down into a massive gorge and all that space on the left was not comforting.
	Big Mouth spurred them on, though; coming out of the jungle and seeing his prey going across the tree.  He was pissed.  He thumped the ground with his tail and took a daring step onto the tree.  August and Charlotte RAN the rest of the way across.  Big Mouth didn’t like heights and looked about either side, then ranted and raved for several minutes before giving up and going back into the jungle--to vent his rage on some unsuspecting triceratops.

	The new woods were cool.  There was an odd mixture of jungle and regular North American woods.  Freaky.  There were still, luckily, big assed vegetables and fruits here and there.  No dino turds, no dino shrieks, no dinos.
	August determined that they were up in some elevation, he could tell.  From the edge of the gorge from the dino jungle he was able to see the steep decline segueing out to the Broccoli Forest.  The top of the falls was merely another two hundred feet or so.  He didn’t know for exact sureness but felt that they were at least 4,000 feet above forest level.
	They risked a campfire the first night, made love and slipped off to sleep.  August awoke sometime later to see Charlotte stirring the coals, keeping the fire alive.  “You okay?” he asked.  She said she was with a nod, he knew she was not.  It had been a trying time, Mind Tripping was not her forte.
	He wanted to talk to her, but he was tired and drifted back off to sleep.

	There was naught to do but go on, to explore and let the Mind Tripping Experience run its course.  Nothing happened their first day in the new woods.  They followed some game trails, found a small creek, saw some deer, and spoke very little.
	On their fourth day--fourth day--August had crafted a bow and some arrows.  He nailed a deer who had odd colors (it was brown splotchy with purple and green, too!)  They ate the meat but August mostly wanted the animal’s skin--for crafting clothing, mostly shoes.
	It would take three more deer to make this happen.  A week elapsed before they had clothes.  Steadily they had begun traversing the mountain they were on, entering into the Broccoli Forest.
	They did smell “smoke” now and then, but nothing more.
	One day they were traveling and heard some sounds.  Going on Stealthmode they slipped about until they found the source.  August’s HUD/Device had come online, it helped giving him distance, temperatures, elevation, and such.  Peering thru the thick brush Charlotte and August were awed to see a young white girl.  She was about twelve years young, naked.  She was on all fours with an ape-like creature behind her, boning her!
	The creature was slender in build but incredibly hairy.  His slinky reddish bone could be seen sliding in and out of the young girl, his semi-hairy hands gripped her hips as he pumped, he made some noises as he humped and it was not clear as to what “hole” he was boning.  (not that it mattered.)
	August and Charlotte watched for a while, the hairy ape-like critter humped tenaciously for several minutes before cumming.  He made a yeowl and then a howl as he did his thing, cum squirting from his dog-like schlong when he pulled free.  Furiously he hand whanked himself, eyes rolling as he fell back in quite some sort of orgasmic fit.
	The human girl rubbed her ass, sitting up seemingly a little out of it.  She caressed her lovely young breasts and then said askew, one hand down between her legs finishing up the job, watching the hairy ape-like creature calm down from his experience.
	“Feel better now, Cha-ka?” quipped the girl.
	Her voice was girlish, high pitched.  She spoke well and was quite the pretty one, blond hair formed into two tightly woven pig tails.  Nice face, very nice nude body.
	“Cha-ka” the hairy ape-like creature replied something that was unintelligible, but apparently the human girl understood it.  The creature stood and turned a bit, but the nude girl could see him anyways, he peed.
	He also farted.  A nice loud noisy funky fart.  The lovely nude girl made a face and a comment.  She then stopped fingering herself and collected her clothes.  Off to a nearby stream she went, cleaning her self off, then using a towel she dried off.  Cha-ka had followed her, pausing now and then to sniff the air--he was not sniffing his fart but something else.
	“Surely she can’t be alone?” quizzed Charlotte.
	“Probably not.” surmised August.
	She was not.  After drying herself off and dressing she charged off thru the rough on a destination.  Cha-ka following, pausing now and then to look about and sniff the air.  
	August had a tremendous boner going, “Down boy.” Charlotte cautioned him.

	It was an ancient city, of some sort.  It was off in a huge clearing to one side.  The lovely twelve year old didn’t stop there, though, she paused a moment to pick something out of her hiking boot, then trudged on.  Cha-ka continued to pause and stare back into the rough where August and Charlotte were slinking along.  
	On August’s HeadsUpDisplay he so noted that Cha-ka emitted brain waves, capturable brain waves.  He didn’t know if he could manipulate the creature, but if Cha-ka persisted in being a nosey fuck August would give it a try.
	A large grove of boulders came to be.  It was here two teen boys pulled a huge handmade cart loaded with wood.  Two adult males were in the business of constructing a two-level home--a giant redwood was wedged in between to jutting boulders.  The boulders were concave and provided a so-so shelter, ground floor living.  There was access up through the tree to the second level where apparently the family lived mostly.  It was still under construction.  
	There were no others about, no other females--save for another pre-teen emerging from the woods pulling on a wooden cart some huge strawberries.  The girl Cha-ka had nailed slipped around to be unseen and got the second girl’s attention.  She left the cart and scurried back into the jungle-woods.  Moments later they emerged, both pulling on the cart and making their presence known.
	Hmmmmmmm
	Cha-ka helped the two human boys who appeared to be mid-teens, with the taller one a year or so older.  The girls brought the cart in, the two men in construction took a break to help store the huge cumbersome berries, the girls disappeared into the tree.

	Secretly August spied on the family.  He never saw any sign of any women and deduced they were none.  He also deduced that the two men were not related but friends and were “fathers” to the four non-adults, whose was whose was not known.  The boys paired off as well as did the girls.  There was a garden in the making off to one side, a set of shower stalls, and all the makings of a Swiss Family Whoever in the Land of Wherever.
	August and Char made their own secretive home, not far from the others.  He planned on making intro, but wanted a couple of days to “spy”. he found out things better that way.  Charlotte merely hung her head.
	On spying on the boys, he found them happily whanking.  Not each other, but themselves.  One was called “Kevin” while the other was known as “Will.”  Will was older, by at least a year.  He was a bit taller, more rugged, permed hair.  He seemed a bit more wiser in the wild ways and mannerisms of the jungle area.  Kevin was about fifteen, not very athletic, more into “watching” sports than participating, more into music bands and knowing the innards of a car’s engine than knowing the mechanics of a field play.
	 Will stood with his cock simply out of his rust colored jeans, slowly gliding his hand up and down, reeling in the enjoyment of masturbating.  His young friend Kevin had his pants and underwear down at his knees and he was furiously striving to please himself.
	Not far away the two pre-teen girls were.  The one August and Charlotte had spied on firstly was named Holly.  The other girl was Annie.  Holly was twelve, Annie eleven.  Both very adorable, Annie had dark brown hair, a babyish face, naïve, curious, and a lovely charmer.
	Cha-ka was with them.  His red-bone dog dick was proudly pronounced.  Young Annie was all kinds of embarrassed, watching as Holly frolicked on the ape-creature’s schlong.  She merely handled Cha-ka’s cock, masturbating him.  Annie was a virgin, a pure one.  Holly was--was not.  
	Both girls were still dressed.  Annie was ahgushed at seeing Holly work Cha-ka’s cock.  The hairy creature bucked as Holly worked his cock.  She herself was grinning, squatting to the side of the hairy critter, showing her young friend the dirty deed.
	“Your brother does it, too!” she sparked off.
	Annie’s mouth fell open, eyes wide as saucers.
	“Nut-uh!” she quipped.
	“Haven’t you ever seen your brother naked?”
	Annie shook her head embarrassingly, then dropped it, twiddled her fingers and then nodded in the affirmative that it was indeed so.  “A few times.” she said truthfully with a shrug.  “Have you?”
	Holly nodded with a smile that she had.  August wondered if she had had any kind of “sex” with her brother--which ever one it was--Kevin or Will.
	‘Holly--Holly, cup Cha-ka’s balls.’
	Holly suddenly was seen to shake her head, she reared back and made a face like she had swallowed a bug.  Then she closed her eyes, shook her head one more time, then cocked it.  When she opened her eyes Cha-ka was very pleased, she was cupping his balls.
	August smiled.  Annie leaned in a little closer, she was a polite demure young thing, the discussion of sex and bodily functions were gross and embarrassing.  Cha-ka’s cock was growing, it was very much like a dog’s dick--a BIG dog’s dick.  Holly cupped the creature’s balls and then--
	‘Holly, SUCK his dick!’
	Holly again made an awful face, squeezed her eyes tight, then opened them.  ‘Holly, have you ever SUCKED your brother’s cock?’
	The girl gulped but shook her head in the negative.  She had never sucked ANY cock.  But she had once seen a girl sucking a guy’s cock.  The rest was instinct.  (if not gross.)
	Holly at length went down on the engorged dog schlong.  She made a face--they all do their first time.  She retched and gagged but did not hurl.  She sucked and sucked and sucked.  Cha-ka humped, bucked, and thoroughly enjoyed the human girl’s dirty doings.
	Young tender fuckable Annie sat aghast and awed, mouth and eyes opened wide staring as Holly slurped schlong.  Holly backed off, smacking her lips.  She was still a little repulsed but had it in her head ‘it wasn’t that bad--you liked it.’
	Cha-ka for sure liked it.
	He was almost to the point of cumming.
	‘Holly, take off your clothes.’
	Slowly Holly complied.  August had a difficult time securing Annie’s mind, it was there and accessible but he was having problems locking in and capturing the brain waves the young girl emitted.
	Holly peeled out of her clothes, one piece at a time.  Cha-ka fondled himself, standing back admiring the odd human removing her “outer skin.”  Annie sat on her knees, dainty butt resting on her heels, hands on her lap politely being demure.
	When Holly was down to her panties only, August finally got a “lock-on” on Annie’s young mind.  
	‘Annie, take off your shirt.’
	Holly had slipped off her panties and stood.  August (in hiding still) had the girl stand to face him.  Using the HUD he zeroed in on her young delightful snatch.  She was a virgin.  Hmmmm
	August had her lay out on the clover, open her legs and begin friggin herself.  Cha-ka lost all interest in sniffing the air and dropped to his knees before the friggin’ nude human girl.  His dog dick was dripping.  Although August would have preferred shagging the girl himself FIRSTLY, he let it be.
	Cha-ka did the cunt exploration thing via his tongue, August was unable to capture Cha-ka’s brain waves, they were there but the Device was unable to “latch” on to them.  Cha-ka finally mounted Holly and eased his dog dick into Holly’s virgin poon and began fucking her.
	Annie had stripped down to her panties.  August had her point her ass towards him, teasing him.  She looked good, a nice ass.  She had indeed seen her brother, Kevin, nude a few times, but they had never fooled around.  August had the girl slid her panties down, just to expose her ass, then to pull a cheek open.
	Holly was thrashing about as her hairy lover banged her.  She bucked into the hairy creature not overly enjoying having her pussy breeched in such a thrashing manner.  August had Annie finger fuck her pert cutesy virginal bung hole, his desire to shag her was intensifying and he didn’t know how long he could hold back.
	August finally DID manage to get Cha-ka’s brain waves, when he had cum.  His orgasm was much like a normal human male--when after cumming his energy plateau plummeted and he lost all control and energy.  August took several minutes to manipulate the creature; it was simply to put him out of the way--to sleep it off.
	When Cha-ka was doing just that, and Holly & Annie were “controllable”, August emerged from his hiding place.  He rubbed his hand on Annie’s ass, fingered her hole and laid his hand on Holly’s fucked cunny.  There was quite a mess to clean up, there was a slight decrease in August’s ability to maintain control on her--her mind was frapped by the severe fucking she had just received.  She needed soothing.
	August to the rescue.
	After using her own well worn panties to clean her broken snatch, August tongued her before slipping his cock into her and fucking her good and proper.  It was a good fuck.  Very good.  He enjoyed watching her pre-teen breasts jiggle about as he dicked her.  Cha-ka slept soundly, Annie remained on her hands and knees, panties at her knees, mindless.

	A tight hole was a tight hole; and Holly’s was a tight hole.  It wasn’t super terrifically tight, but snug enough to give supreme pleasure to August’s cock.  He slid in, got good and snug, then began a bout of genuine humping.  Annie lay on her backside, panties at her ankles, legs open, lightly friggin’ herself.  It only enticed August to hump Holly’s backdoor more and more, faster and faster--his balls slapping against her.
	He knew he had a lot of work to do; the boys certainly would enjoy having a time with their sisters, and the two fathers--without any women to screw they probably would like to get involved, too!
	August to the rescue!
	After thoroughly creaming Holly’s hole, he rested.  He had to; steam was rising off of his schlong, his balls were screaming.  He never thought in his days that his cock would “have enough.”
	He had Holly lay on her back, cum oozing from her dirt chute.  Annie was a delight to observe, a slight covering of poon hair was covering her delicate pussy.  He yearned to fuck it.  He knew her brother wanted to, he had too, he was a her brother and a guy.  All guys who had sisters of ANY age wanted (wants) to fuck them.  Some (most) boys want(s) to have a shag with their mothers, too.
	After a bit o’ rest, August tongued Annie’s snatch, a finger up her poop chute.  It was a wondrous pussy, she was very virginal and only had been fingering herself on her own recently.  August dragged his cock up against Annie’s cunt, pressing the head of his schlong into her timid opening.
	If his cock had not been so sore and aching he would have pushed it on into her.  But alas, his cock “had had enough.”  He humped the girl’s slit and relished in it, spilling some spunk on her anyways.  Her young tender A-cup breasts he devoured before sitting up.  Cha-ka was stirring.  August heard the faint sounds of the girls being called by their brothers.
	He beat feet, collecting his clothes and hiding in the bushes.  He had wanted to fuck Holly’s cunt, but that would have to wait until later.  Slowly he brought the girls out of their stupor and let them be.  They were slow to awaken, but upon hearing their brothers they quickly scurried into their clothes.
	The girls looked haggard and worn by the time their prospective siblings arrived.  The boys chewed on the girls for shirking their responsibilities as well as being off on their own.
	The girls replied that they could well enough take care of themselves and that they were not babies.  The boys chortled and remarked that neither of them could find their way back to camp.
	Cha-ka remained out of the sibling bickering, siding with one or the other would spell trouble for the side he sided against--and he wanted to be on the good side of the girls for sure--they were cute and he could fuck them when he wanted to!
	The boys dared the girls, the girls dared the boys.  The boys left.  The girls held firm, suddenly not overly certain of which direction camp was.  August knew.  Thanks to the implanted Device serving as his HUD, the map of the area was at the ready.  Lightly he tapped Holly and sent her on the proper way.  Cha-ka had gone with the boys, but looked mournful about it.
	August detected the boys not far away, lurking, trying to spy on the girls.  The girls were well enough on their route back to camp.  August therefore took a moment to “play” with the boys.
	Will Marshall was a bit too old for him, Kevin was a year younger.  HE was too old, too; but would suffice just the same.  Both teens he zapped and had strip off their clothes.  The images of the girls bathing, squatting down to pee, even masturbating filled their heads.  August learned that indeed both boys DID yearn to fuck their sisters, and each other’s sister.
	Will’s sister was Holly.  He had heard her fart a few times, he had seen her many times in her panties, not so much as she got older and more modest.  He had seen her a few less times in her Birthday Suit, a couple of times squatting in the woods to pee, and once he was aware of her friggin’ herself while she thought she was alone in their first home (in the new world they were in.)
	(more on that later)
	But yeah, he wanted to fuck her.  He knew she was his sister and their dad would probably KILL him, but she was sooooooo damn cute!  He wanted to see her peeing, he wanted to see her sitting on his face.  He wanted to have her hold his cock and jerk him off!
	And he wanted to nail Annie, as well.  She was just as cute as Holly, but more naïve.  He had seen Annie topless, but she didn’t have much of a top to ogle over, so it was no big deal.  Annie had been embarrassed but it had past and that was weeks ago.
	Will was not a virgin, but he had only scored ONE time before entering into the New World.  He had jerked his gherkin scads of times before that, had used a pair of Holly’s panties a few times, and was as horny as he could be--the WIND made him hard.  
	There was no desire to be naughty with Kevin, just mutual jerking off together, nothing more.
	Kevin Porter.  Annie had been doped up on Nyquil; the sniffling, sneezing, coughing, achy, stuffy head “how’d I wind up on the bathroom floor” medicine.  (for some folk, it’s wise to take this stuff while in bed--’cause that’s as far as you’re going.)  Anyways, Annie was doped up on the Nyquil, Kevin took a daring chance and pulled the covers down.  He was extraordinary horny that particular eve, their father was at work and Kevin was in charge of the house--he had just turned thirteen.
	Once the covers were down, Kevin shook Annie’s hands, wriggled her knees, pressed on her tummy, then copped a more daring feel of her flat chest.  When the girl didn’t stir or bat an eye--Kevin eased her pajama bottoms down.  He took her hand to his exposed cock and had her hand hump him while he gazed upon her in her panties.  Up close and personal.  Before that he had seen her going from the bathroom to her bedroom.  Only when she was years younger had he seen her naked, but it didn’t matter than ’cause he himself was young and a naked sister was no big thang.
	Her panties he moved to her knees.  For a long while he simply stared at her naked hairless poon.  Annie breathed slowly and remained in a deep medicine induced sleep.  Kevin brushed his fingers against the pussy, he wanted to jump her right then and there--but something held him back (decency?)  
	Ever since then he did what he could do to spy on her, while she peed, changed clothes, bathed, whatever--Kevin went out of his way to snatch snatches of her snatch.  That also went for the girls at his school, he became more alert and aware of them--’specially those girls in dress, skirts, short skirts, big wide open legged shorts. 
	He also snatched glimpses of very young girls, toddlers riding in shopping carts lifting their legs and exposing themselves.  He has a simple hand jerking, he wanted to experience the joys of full vaginal and anal penetration.
	For the moment, with the memories of the girls filling their minds, August had the two nude boys get into a “cock fight.”  they pressed their schlongs to one another, fondled one another’s balls, caressed/rubbed one another’s ass. Measured their cocks in up close and personal comparison, and then--as a finale--Kevin dropped to his knees--sized up Will’s willie, then sucked it.
	The taste of schlong was not his forte--he made face and made the typical retching sounds.  (Will seemed to like it, though.)  August helped the boys out a little more--for Kevin he had the boy imagine that he was sucking on his sister’s pussy.  For Will he imagined that it was his sister Holly slurping on his Johnson.
	With that both boys serviced one another--and just when their puds was ready to spurt, they stuffed it up the other’s corn hole to finish off the deed.
	August left them, naked and semi sexually satisfied--leaving them with the full knowledge of their deed.  August then went to see how the girls had fared.

	                                           *****

	The girls had fared well; they were busy chatting with Charlotte.  August exited Stealth-sneaky-mode and entered into the New World home, Charlotte greeted him, smiled, then calmly explained that “while you were gone “exploring” I was chased down by a boar!” she squeezed August’s hand giving him the strong indication that she was not pleased about it.
	The boar was a BIG boar, lots of gnashing teeth, purple in color, and 120% mean and pissed off.  Charlotte had run blindedly into the camp and the two men managed to spear and kill the boar.
	Ranger Rick Marshall and Archeologist Tom Porter were the men.  Over late afternoon supper they explained the existence of the new world--a parallel to their own.  August got a mild case of the shivers.  What was this?  HOW was this?  It still all seemed rather baffling to him and made little sense.  He had been yearning and hoping to find a way into the secretive Parallel Universe, so what was this?  
	From the Device he determined that he could enter into a new state of being, enter into the parallel.  He had wanted to do so with his whole body intact, but this manner seemed apropos as well.
	But did that mean that there WAS a parallel?  Was what was happening real, or some other form of construct from the Device?  In science fiction worlds there were manners in which participants could enjoy unique surroundings; explorations of varying terrains, take on the British Armada, relive ancient history, or create a new future all via high tech technology--using imaging projectors to facilitate environments and peoples.
	Was the Device doing likewise?  Again, was this all actually some sort of governmental bullshit?  Perhaps when he and Charlie Dugout had traipsed into the canyon they had actually come into a highly secretive government installation.  They had become victims, guinea pigs--seeing how Subjects of the general populace would react in various “circumstances.”
	It was one explanation.
	For Ranger Rick, his children were Will and Holly.  They had been rafting on a river exploration--when suddenly a tremendous earthquake tossed their raft into the new world.  Their first experience of terror was the dinosaurs; they were grateful for surviving the horrific plunge down an unseen waterfall--but upon recovering on some unknown shore they were immediately beset upon by flying birds long thought instinct; as well as a small raptor and a triceratops.
	For a month they were on the run, encounter the Loud Mouth t-rex they affectionately dubbed Big Al.  Another big dino was an allosaurus female, she was named Big Alice.  There were other baddies to deal with (and avoid); during their third month they encountered a group of particular pain in the asses known as Sleestak.  They were a rough group of barbaric lizard like creeps.  
	Another group more social able were the Pakuni.  The Pakuni were ape like, they were small in numbers and scattered widely over the large closed in parallel universe.  One in particular became a family friend, Cha-ka.
	The Porters had been in the mountains exploring old caves.  The mother/wife had recently passed on and Rick thought a little outing would be just the trick to ensure the “bonding” the family needed.  (The Marshall’s had lost their mother/wife when Holly was merely three years young.)
	They had gone into a large cave that was virtually unseen.  Curiosity brought them to follow the cave until it suddenly opened up into the new world.  Just stepping out a few feet to look around at the very strange surroundings thwarted them.  They could not find the cave back--there was nothing but jungle.
	This left the men to conclude (as did August) that there were One-Way Doors into the New World, One-Way Doors, too, were BACK to the Old World.  Rick Marshall believed that there was more to the parallel universe than what they knew of--but by foot it made it difficult to explore all the possibilities.  He believed that there were multiple universes, mini-worlds constructed differently in each one.
	“To what purpose?” Charlotte asked.
	“Don’t know.”  Rick replied, “Either by design or some other force at work.”  
	“It would explain the strange disappearances of all those planes and boats--”
	“And people.” Charlotte added.”
	August digested what he could, then noted Tom Porter’s eyes shifting to his daughter (Annie) and Holly.  The girls sat on a hewn log in a pose that gave them the impression of “squatting to pee.”  August took the opportunity to peek into the man’s mind.
	Tom definitely had naughty thoughts in concerns of the girls--to both of them he wanted deeply to see them naked, squatting and peeing.  He saw both of them sucking his dick, laying down with their legs wide and he atop of them each fucking them into sexual oblivion.
	But he had never molested his daughter, or any girl.  He wanted to, but he managed to keep his illicitness to himself.  He jerked off into her panties and sometimes stole glimpses of her while she was changing and on the pot in the bathroom.  Since being trapped in the new world he had more opportunities to see her naked; changing clothes, going to the bathroom in the woods--being frightened by some animal and running into his arms with her clothes twisted at her ankles…
	If given the chance, yeah, he WOULD fuck her.  He would actually prefer her to be a bit older, he was not a child molester, but he had been without any pussy for many years--a man could only handle the lack of for so long.
	Ranger Rick was the same way.  Being the sole parent he had the responsibility of caring for her; dressing and bathing her when she was little.  When she was sick he was there as she grew older and more modest.  As she grew older and more modest the chances of seeing her naked, peeing, fingering, or even in her panties had lessoned.  But since arriving in the Land of New Wonder the opportunities had returned.  Mostly he had to go out of his way to spy on her to see her so indisposed, but it was worth it.
	And since encountering the Porters, he got to see Annie, as well.  Annie was Holly’s age, a year younger.  She appeared to be even a bit younger.  In some ways that was a hindrance to Rick, but in others he was entranced.  Annie he regarded as too young to seriously be naughty with, but if he got cop a feel of her dainty ass, perhaps simply rub his rock hard cock against her naked ass…
	Holly was too young, too; besides, she was his own daughter!  But if he could lay his prong against her face, up against her pussy and hump until he came, without actually penetrating her…
	He casually figured that she and Will had probably fooled around some.  It was a natural and generally accepted for siblings to fool around with one another--usually when they were younger.  But since being encased in a new world, the lack of sexual encounters with someone else was virtually nill.  Holly was too young to be sexually active, Will on the other hand…
	But should he catch the two humping, he would not be mad--he would let them; he would be jealous, but he would let them hump their fill.  He would worry about Holly getting pregnant--but he would let them bang on.
	And if Holly should come to him, sit on his lap, make a grab for his schlong?  August had to wait for the answer.  Rick took his time, he mulled it over.  Then, slowly--yeah, uh-huh, he would--he would let her.  He would have sex with her if she was willing.

	August had a lot to work with.  He also had Charlotte.  Charlotte, too, was horny.  August’s cock was worn out and needed a 2-week vacation.  Charlotte saw as many as four cocks at her disposal--she was mildly tempted by Cha-ka’s dog dick.
	August to the rescue!!