August Moone
Book 2
Roadtrips & Sidetrips
Chapter 20
Unleashed Unbelievability

                                                Love thy Neighbor

	Both Holly and Annie adored their fathers, respected them and loved them.  Only Annie thought mildly of having a fling with her father.  Neither girl really actually considered anything remotely sexual in regards to their brothers.  Both were aware that their brothers masturbated.  Both had seen their brothers (and fathers) peeing.  Both were just mildly too young to consider any sexual involvement with their bros OR their fathers OR any boy for that matter.
	Cha-ka was the exception.  Holly could answer, not even to herself, why she let Cha-ka have a go at her.  There was an image of Holly seeing a girlfriend of hers secretly involved with the family pet, a Golden Labrador.  The dog had the girlfriend in the atypical doggie-style position, the girl taking the dog schlong into her asshole.
	Holly had been appalled by that, but it dawned on her young mind that in this manner she couldn’t get pregnant.  (not too mention the fact that it was of a different species!)  Holly was naïve, though; only recently she had discovered the pleasures of fingering herself.  She slightly yearned to get laid.  
	Taking on Cha-ka, she didn’t know why, but she had seen him peeing, that was nothing.  She had seen him jerking off, that was nothing.  But it stirred something within her and she wanted to be nasty.  She feared getting caught, she figured mildly that Will might and probably would be nasty with her--but she wasn’t sure--he might just rat her out and complain to their dad.  It had been years since she had been spanked, but she remembered it just the same.  She didn’t care for it.  She got yelled at as it was, a spanking at the tender age of twelve just wouldn’t do.
	So Cha-ka it was.
	She had finger fucked her asshole a few times, it was different.  She really didn’t derive a lot of sexual pleasure from it, but figured it would come in time.  She still feared getting pregnant and having to tell her father that Cha-ka was the father--well, that just wouldn’t do, either!
	And Cha-ka couldn’t be more happier.  Penetrating a hole was something he had never done--so far as August knew.  Getting pertinent info from the ape-like creature was nil.  There were images but nothing more.  The images were vague and didn’t linger long.  The only image in Cha-ka’s mind that DID linger--was Holly.
	August had something to work with.
	With the advent of Charlotte’s presence, the two male adults had something to jerk off about.  And they did.  Secretly and alone.  Will and Kevin, too; both boys figured that neither one of them would really be able to score with their sisters, or with one another’s sister.  But Charlotte.  Charlotte was HOT!  
	And Charlotte was cool with that.  She had her pick of cocks.  Her first “prick pick” was Ranger Rick.  No reason, she had to choose someone and in her horny mind she chose Rick.  She had Rick show her about the area, Will and Kevin had already done so, but one particular warm afternoon Charlotte got into a convo with Rick, she was curious about the animals, the rock formations, the plants, and so on.  Her line of questioning was more suited for Tom Porter, HE was the archeologist!  
	The two were gone for some time.  August did NOT spy on them, if he wanted to know what happened in detail he simply only had to pry into Charlotte’s mind.  He helped with the construction of the new abode.  His cock seriously needed the rest.  He noted the girls sneaking off, with Cha-ka in tow.  He DID want to know if the ape-creature would be able to fuck the two.  But helping Tom and the boys was more important.
	More important!?

	Beings as how it WAS a particular warm afternoon, Charlotte paused by a creek.  It was wide and deep, and cool.  Rick had spent the first portion of the hour showing her the sights, such as they were.  He gave her more of the story of their adventures in dino land, crossing into the new land across the gorge had been better--but there were still a few dangers lurking about.
	Charlotte’s only clothing was deer skins.  She slid them off and entered into the creek, in one particular area at a nook there was a natural hot springs providing wondrous sensations.  Rick could well enough see that Charlotte was nude--the water was crystal clear and her deer skin dress was cast off on the bank.
	Rick was no dummy, slowly he peeled off his clothes, watching Charlotte’s eyes for any signs of distress.  There were none, only smiles and mysterious eyes a-flashing.
	Once Rick was in the hot springs nook he backed up against the bank side, Charlotte eased over to him and occupied his lap.  His cock was massively hard and slid near effortlessly up into her sex.  Charlotte wrapped her arms about him and began riding him.
	It was a good fuck.  Long and lasting.  Rick shuddered and concentrated solely on the act of fucking to get his nut.  Nothing else mattered or did he care for.  Charlotte kissed on him, Rick fondled her breasts and banged her pussy until he was spent.
	He wasn’t totally spent, though.  Moments after cumming Charlotte turned about and moved the few feet to the opposite side.  The depth of the nook pond area wasn’t great, six feet at most.  It was incredibly rocky with the hot water burbling all about.  Rick eased over and saw Char’s darling tan ass awaiting him.  He gripped it, rubbed it, and found his cock ready for another go.  Charlotte gripped his stick and guided it into her backdoor.
	They did it on the bank side with Charlotte riding him (again).  Then while the passion was still going Charlotte whipped around him and 69ed him.  It was a first for the man, not even as a teenager had that happened.  He munched on Char’s twat, fingered her hole, spanked her, and shot a massive wad of juice into her gullet.
	They fucked ONE MORE TIME en route back to the camp; Charlotte just remained nude to dry off naturally.  Rick was a little apprehensive about it but also pranced along with her butt bare assed naked.  Along the way Charlotte paused to pee.  Rick stood guard and got wood.  Charlotte gripped his stick and jerked him until he was near to blast off.  She then simply lay out on the trail and Ranger Rick and his big Dog Dick dicked her.

	The triple moons were becoming brighter, an indication that day was wanning and night was coming. The bright golden orb that sufficed for a sun dimmed and began to lose it’s warming effects.  Tom shuttled off into the woods for reasons of his own.  Will & Kevin, too.  August took a quick break and then entered into ultra stealth mode.
	He couldn’t locate the girls, but the boys he found.  Both had their pants down, cocks hard.  Will had his up against Kevin’s lily white ass.  One hand rubbed the boy’s ass while the other guided the cock in his hand about Kevin’s ass.
	Kevin bent over and gripped his knees.  Will soon was poking his rock hard stiffness into Kevin’s corn hole.  Soon Will was in, stuffing the fifteen year old’s pooter hole and humping madly.  August sat back and watch, he no longer had to “prompt” the boys to act; they acted on their own.
	After cumming in Kevin’s asshole, Will fell back to rest against a banana tree, still working his cock and fondling his balls.  Kevin rubbed his smoking/smoldering crap chute.  He stood up manhandling his cock, eyeing Will’s soiled schlong.
	At length Will went to his knees, timidly he engulfed Kevin’s cock, sucked him wholly, caressing the boy’s ass and sucking him fully until the cock jutted sperm into his mouth.  Will spat the milky substance out, retched, gagged, but worked the cock until all the spunk was unloaded.
	Thereafter the boys peed on one another before walking nakedly to a nearby creek and bathing.

	August slipped off, returned to camp--no one had showed yet.  He figured Charlotte was banging Rick.  He wondered where the girls and Tom had gotten off to.  He surmised that Holly, too, was banging Cha-ka.
	Half an hour after searching for the elusive girls--he found them.  Right back where they had been “observed” before.  Cha-ka, though, was not with them.  The girls were nude, August could not tell if Cha-ka had gotten a piece of Holly.  Lightly he tapped the girl’s mind--yep, he did.  Cha-ka had fucked his brains out on Holly, poking her backdoor as well as her front, he sucked on her budding breasts and had pissed on her pussy.
	Annie had done nothing save for holding his balls and lightly masturbating him (if only for a couple of ups & downs.)  Getting naked and watching Holly take on the hairy ape-creature was about as bold as the eleven year old wanted to get.
	After pulling out of Holly’s mind, August caught sight of something behind the girl.  Using the high techness of the HUD-Device he found the staring eyes of Tom Porter!
	Had he been there all the time?  Had he seen Holly getting doinked by Cha-ka?  The girls distracted August or he would have probed Tom for the answer.  Holly laid herself out on the ground, legs opened WIDE, she frigged her cunny--having Annie watch.  Annie was in the sitting position, legs folded Indian style.  She was all kinds of curious, all kinds.  Lightly she frigged her own sex, staring and watching as Holly frigged.
	August smiled…
	To Tom Porter’s delight Holly sat up, got on all fours and pointed her naked ass directly at him.  She parted a check and fingered her hole.  Then, Annie lay out on the ground and opened her legs.  Holly moved to one side to allow Tom more than ample viewing of his naked daughter.
	Then to add to the pleasure (or torment) Holly went down on young Annie, munching on her dainty pussy and getting into it.  Tom was sweating and had secretly pulled out his cock, jerking off.
	Both girls then came into the infamous 69er position, spanking one another, kissing one another’s cunt, licking one another’s rim, and Frenching one another.  They banged their pussies together and August thought for sure Tom was going to come in and bust them.
	But he didn’t.
	So Annie remarked, “I wish I could suck my daddy’s dick!”
	“Me too!” sparked Holly.
	
	August was pleased with his handiwork.  (if not aroused.)  Tom had managed to scurry away to a private place.  August could only imagine why.  The girls had new notions noted.  It would take a little time for the “notions” to set in and become law.  He wanted the two to still be themselves, so “changing” them totally was out.  But inserting the narly notion of it being okay to be naughty (severely nasty) with one another was okay.  And the notion of possibly going down on one’s father was okay, too.
	That one was going to take a while to set in, though.  Being naughty with one another was one thing, actually performing orally on one’s father (or brother) was quite another.
	He left the girls and returned to camp, curious about Charlotte and Rick.  They had returned.  The boys were back.  The girls trailed in minutes later.  Cha-ka lopped in, noshed on a gigantic watermelon and then curled up on a mat and went off to peaceful slumber.  He was very contented.
	Charlotte and Rick were, too.
	Somehow August managed NOT to fuck Charlotte that night--not that she needed it.  He and Char occupied the bottom of the new home, Cha-ka was on a mat nearby.  Another addition would be constructed to allow August and Charlotte above ground living and security.  Cha-ka was not into being off the ground--unless it was something sexual.
	The following day it was Ranger Rick’s turn to spy on the girls.  Charlotte and Tom slipped off, but were followed by Will & Kevin.  August didn’t know who to follow, he knew he could get the details out of Charlotte’s mind--but it was nothing like actually being there.  
	He followed Rick.
	It wasn’t much of a show, Cha-ka had gone with the boys.  When safe & secure, Holly peeled out of her clothes, Annie followed.  Rick nearly fainted.  His cock almost creamed in his jeans.  He had to unleash the monster and masturbate while he watched the girls frolic in the creek, skinny dipping.
	Rick settled down, closing his eyes now and then and concentrating on pleasing his prick.  The girls emerged from the creek and laid themselves out on the sand, basking (drying) in the noon day sun.  Their delicious young tender pussies very exposed.  Rick began to cum, shooting wads of spunk matter onto the banana tree he was slinking behind.
	Rick began to sweat profusely when his lovely young daughter began friggin’ herself, her legs parted, she farted, she peed, and fingered her pussy into an euphoric state.  She rolled over and pointed her ass to her father.  August had nothing to do with it, she was acting on her own.
	Annie lightly frigged her self, Holly was askew with face in the sand, ass up, hand between her legs furiously friggin’.  Rick had an absolute view of his daughter’s ass, her pussy, her friggin’ fingers.  She was hot and in need of a good dicking.
	But Rick couldn’t.  He wouldn’t.  He wanted to, but he couldn’t.
	August didn’t force it, not yet.
	Annie scooted off to one side and squatted.  Rick feasted his eyes on the young girl’s poon and watched delightfully as she urinated.
	‘Annie, go lick Holly’s asshole.’
	Annie paused a moment, but then scrambled over to Holly’s perched butt and parted the cheeks.  Rick Marshall was beside himself watching in absolute awe as Annie’s tongue flicked to Holly’s rim.  His cock was shooting loads of spunk matter again.
	After a couple of minutes, ‘Annie, lay down, open your legs this way.’
	When after the girl had complied, ‘Holly, go down and lick out Annie’s pussy, raise her legs and spank her, shove your finger into her asshole!’
	Joy!  Compliance!
	What kept Rick from jumping in with the two wasn’t known; dignity, modesty, morality?  He was certainly hard pressed to hold back.  But it was his daughter, Annie.  He just couldn’t, but he wanted to.
	Meanwhile--at the hot springs, Charlotte and Tom frolicked on their own, too.  Charlotte again in full command of the sex romp.  Tom didn’t care, getting laid was getting laid no matter how it happened.
	Will & Kevin were across the creek watching in awesome awe.  Both had shucked their clothes and took to sodomizing one another as they watched the lovely nude Charlotte fuck Tom’s brains out.  Charlotte was unaware of the boys’ presence, but she sure put on a show like she knew they were there.
	The boys banged one another furiously until they were well spent; then they rested and when after Charlotte and Tom had scurried off back to camp, the boys came to the creek, enjoyed the natural hot tub, frolicked on their own for a bit, then scurried (lots of scurrying in this story, huh?) home.

	As it happened--approx. two days later or so thereabouts, brothers and sisters normally don’t get along so well.  They do to a point, but then something happens and they get on one another’s nerves.  So it happened to Will & Holly.  
	What had happened to bring it on was not known, the catalyst seemed to be Will ratting out Holly (and Annie) as she (they) weren’t pulling their weight--shirking their chores and sneaking off instead.
	It erupted into an argument to whereas young demure semi naïve Holly blurted, “FUCK YOU!” to her brother Will.
	This didn’t go over so well with her father who was right close.
	It was out of her sweet mouth before she even thought of it.  (And no, August had nothing to do with it.) (honest)  Rick grabbed his daughter by the arm roughly and yanked her around the great boulder they called home.  Tom had Annie sit down, she was in trouble, too--but not as much as foul mouthed Holly.
	August quickly went into stealth mode.
	Though Holly thought herself too old to be spanked--she was wrong.
	Rick was pissed, he had the distraught vixen pressed hard against him, constraining her.  Her hands locked tight behind her backside, then--as she was immobilized Rick proceeded walloping her ass.  She had her pants on so the spanking was not too dramatic.
	August lent a hand here…
	Holly’s emotional state proved a problem, a few minutes was needed to calm her.  Rick’s emotions were high, as well.  But when the two had been calmed enough to the point so as whereas the Device could “zap” them--Holly’s pants were indeed taken down.  She wore a nice pair of cotton undies, at first Rick was still in the mood for “spanking.”  August let him spank.
	Holly howled into her father’s chest, her young body jerked and twisted as the spanking commenced.  August liked spankings--the more giving than receiving.  When just a few hard swats to Holly’s pre-teen ass had come, the next step came to be--the taking down of Holly’s panties.
	Taking a chance August dredged up his Second Self.  It was active and capable.  He sent 2nd Self out to the camp just around the great boulder.  Tom held Annie to him as they could hear the spanking Holly was receiving.  Charlotte and Cha-ka no where to be seen, Will & Kevin desperately wanted to go and watch, but Tom made them stay put.

	With Holly’s panties at just past her lovely-lovely ass, Rick rubbed the searing skin before landing a few more hard fatherly spanks.  He then stopped and hugged his child, caressing her backside lovingly.  Luckily Holly was not the vengeful type and did not react harshly back at her father.
	She didn’t pull her undies up, either.
	Rick laid his hand on the girl’s tomato redden ass, caressing and then squeezing the cheeks.  Holly sobbed and had her hands folded up between her and her father.  Rick was observed “humping” into her young body.
	 On his own, Rick pulled up Holly’s panties.  The girl trembled and carried on non-verbally, still sobbing and emotionally frapped.  Rick pulled up her burgundy jeans, Holly held them but didn’t fasten them (on a prompt from August) he then prompted them to go back to their camp.
	Holly was goaded (pushed) by her father behind her--Will stood.  He couldn’t remember the last time he himself had been spanked, let alone Holly.  Tears stained her face, she still shook and trembled, she held her undone pants; she faced her brother and burbled “I’m sorry.”
	Will gulped, he didn’t know what to say, the situation was kinda--odd.
	Sensing a lull in the air August kicked it up a notch--and where the hell was Charlotte and Cha-ka??  (never mind…)
	“Will, I don’t think Holly’s verbal apology will do.”
	Will stood dumbly, he didn’t get it.  Nor did anyone else.  It wasn’t exactly what August had transmitted to Ranger Rick, August tried again with the same results.
	Okay--the direct approach, then.
	‘Holly, present yourself to your brother.’
	Holly walked up to her brother, Tom held Annie fast to him, Kevin beside them.  Rick occupied space just at the huge boulder cave’s opening.
	‘WILL, sit yer ass down!’
	Will did so, taking seat on a hewn log serving as a 6-foot bench seat.
	Then, his sister came up to him and laid across his lap.
	Semi on his own, Will caressed Holly’s ass, Holly semi on her own slid her jeans down.  Will stared at Holly across his lap.  It was a tense moment.  Will made small circles on Holly’s butt, then, semi on his own (he needed just a little goading encouragement to follow thru with his desire); he slid Holly’s panties down--just enough to expose her ass (which had by now returned its color.)
	“Go on, son.” said Rick.
	Will looked up to his father, then to Holly’s lovely-lovely ass.  He landed a swat to her ass, the sound reverberated in the hollow of the cave, no one spoke, no one moved.
	Will landed another hand to her ass, then another and one more.
	‘Now, Will--rub your hand about her ass, pull a cheek open and diddle her hole.’
	Will complied, but slowly.  
	While Will fingered Holly’s rim, August set his sights on Tom and his family.
	‘Tom, Annie’s been just as bad as Holly--running off not doing her share of the work, cussing, smoking, and so forth.  SHE, too, needs a spanking.’
	Tom took a few minutes to take the input.  Rick had come up and sat on the bench, taking Holly’s legs onto his lap, working her jeans and panties down to her ankles.  Will smacked her ass now and then but mostly caressed her and fingered her hole.
	Annie was nervous--to say the least.  She began to whimper and sob and carry on as she should.  August had to act quickly to nip her emotions.  Kevin was just stunned.  He sat on a natural boulder seat and watched as Annie undone her turquoise jeans and lowered them to her knees.  He stared at her ass.  Then, Tom pulled the girl’s powder blue panties down to her knees and laid her across his lap.
	Annie flinched and tightened up as Tom laid his hand hard to her dainty bum.  Kevin’s eyes bulged, at each smack to the dainty skin he jumped.  
	‘Hold her legs, son.’
	Kevin held his sister’s legs and Tom continued spanking her until her checked emotions began getting out of control.  August had too much going on so he stopped the beating.
	While Annie’s ass soothed Will was prompted to get on his knees.
	He did so.
	He then placed his face into Holly’s ass and lick her crack, diddle her hole with his tongue, and get extremely hard.
	Kevin had the opportunity to spank his sister, just a few spanks, then;
	Kevin lowered his own jeans and underwear.  His bone, too, was rock-rock hard.  He came around to Annie’s head.  Tom helped raise his daughter up and she latched onto her brother’s prong.  As soon as the whole member was in her mouth, Will was undressing and doing likewise.

	Tom placed his hand on Kevin’s lovely-lovely slender boyish ass, gave it a squeeze and reeled as his son pumped into Annie’s mouth.  The boy had been “pumping” for several minutes and was close to orgasming.  Tom delved his fingers into Kevin’s ass crack and squeezed.  Kevin held onto his sister’s head and pumped; soon the gusher load of male spunk began to fill her sweet-sweet mouth.
	Tom’s other hand caressed his Sweetface’s ass, still lightly spanking her, fingering out her poop chute, and grinding against her.
	Will’s cock languished against Holly’s face, going into her mouth for a few pumps then out to hump her equally sweet face.  Rick spanked Holly’s ass a little harder than Tom was spanking Annie.  Will unloaded his schlong juice into Holly’s mouth, squirted the rest onto her incredibly sweet face.  Holly nuzzled her brother’s balls and sucked on them, Rick began finger fucking his daughter’s asshole, then slipping a finger into her cunny, too.
	Kevin’s legs were trembling and weak, he had emptied a tremendous load, showering Annie’s angelic face with his jiz.  The girl gulped most of it, but the greatest portion was on her face.
	‘Kevin, turn around, bend over, spread your ass.’
	Kevin complied.
	‘Annie, reach up and lick/kiss your brother’s asshole, play with his balls.’
	Compliance!
	Tom, on his own, was shocked.  His mind was in total disbelief; over and over in his mind he went over the events that had transpired.  It made little to no sense.  He was totally in disbelief, confused, bemused, and incredibly horny.
	Annie sat up, Kevin stood up and turned about, rubbing his ass and wanking.  Annie’s sweet face was still coated in her brother’s cream sauce.  She focused, though, onto her father’s bulge.  She undone his jeans (seriously prompted by August.)
	Tom sat back and let her.
	Annie’s mind was frapped, not fully her own.  It was just too weird.  Kevin had most of his mind to himself, just urged on by the strongly enforced “prompts.”
	When Tom’s cock was unleashed, Annie gripped it and began masturbating it, then she began kissing the glistening head, diddling her tongue into the piss slit before sliding her mouth about the fatherly prong and slurping it.
	She sucked--and sucked--and sucked some more.  Kevin was sweating, stroking his severely aching bone which had not gone totally soft.  He soon was prompted to take a strong look at his sister’s rear end.  Not a lot of prompting was necessary.  Kevin settled behind his sister, fingered her hole, pressed his cock against her cheeks and rubbed it up and down her crack.  He poked her hole but made entry to her pussy.
	Holly had come to sit upon her father’s lap, his jeans and underwear at his ankles, legs open.  His cock was buried to the hilt into Holly’s delightful cunny, his hands clamped hard onto her delicious ass.  They commenced to fucking for several minutes.

	Kevin unloaded a mighty load of teen spunk up his sister poon, he sat back in total awe, massaging his aching bone, fondling his balls, in total disbelief.  He could just see--it was not all that super lit inside the open cave, but young Kevin could see his jiz dripping out of his sister’s fresh fucked cunt.  Kevin almost freaked out seeing the blood on his schlong.  August had a time calming the boy.
	When he did manage he had the boys switch places; Will came over to Annie, her mouth full to capacity with her father’s cock and his subsequent ball juice.  She sputtered and gagged and needed some calming of her own.  She was hot and sweaty and slightly ill.  August had her lay her head down on the floor of the cave.  Her ass pointed up and Will fondled it, kissed each cheek, licked the corn hole and then stuffed it.
	Rick could fuck no more, he was spent.  It was a dream cum true, to shag his daughter.  He sat back exhausted, reeling in what he had done.  It was a terrible thing, fucking one’s own child.  But he had liked it, they were unlikely to ever get out of wherever the fuck they were--it was a necessary fuck.  He was rationalizing--on his own; on his own he was willing to chuck morals and bang his daughter.  And seeing as how Tom was also so willing, he wanted a crack at Annie himself.  And there was no reason to cut the boys out--if they so wanted to bang the girls--so be it.
	Holly’s cunt was smoking.  She eased off of her father’s lap, his cock popping out of her pussy and shooting more jisum up her nude body.  August prompted the girl to go to her knees, ass out, mouth down onto her father’s cock.
	Rick watched as Holly did just that.  His eyes widened, he was somewhat appalled, somewhat awed, a lot relieved.  Holly gripped his quickly softening cock and her lovely young mouth engulfed him.  Kevin ambled up, naked, cum dripping from his pud.  He got down behind Holly and entered her.  Holly grunted, groaned, and fully had her father’s cock in her mouth.

	Charlotte was impossible; all the nite long she moaned, groaned, and orgasmed.  She had had her fling with Cha-ka, the slut.  He had done some serious humping to her to beat all and her pussy was tormented with orgasmic sensations that wouldn’t diminish.  
	Will and Kevin had fucked their sisters as well as the other’s sisters.  The fathers simply watched and ever now and then joined in.  Holly received both her father as well as Tom, sandwich fucking her into a sexual delirium.  Will and Kevin took care of driving young tender angel Annie to delirium, sandwich fucking her, too.
	August got his, appearing at the large opening of the cave just as the family was “cooling” down.  He appeared nude, cock proudly waggling before him.  Holly blushed and grinned, and eyed the cock before her.  On his own Rick goaded (pushed) his daughter.  Holly came to her knees before the nude non-family member.  She gripped his meaty beefsteak and began stroking it, then sucking it.
	He was buggering Annie when Charlotte finally showed up.  He wasn’t miffed, just worried about her.  Cha-ka was fucked out.  And how.  His cock was very visible, reddish and hanging mighty low.  Cha-ka held the aching dripping member and slinked away to his mat.  August finished sodomizing Annie and then retired his ownself.

                                                       ****
                                            Twisted Invasions

“I Fuck, therefore I Am”
	His strong observations did not go unnoticed; nor his quick dash into the bathroom.  There was no need to follow him, it was assumed/known what the young feller was doing.  
	Though there were several (SEVERAL) possibles, Gunther settled on the “cream of crop”.  And there were probably several ways to go about getting to “know” the Seven Possibles, but Gunther had his way and that was all that mattered.
	During the service Gunther so noted the boy sneaking a look down the backside of the girl in front of him.  She was hunched forward in her pew seat, allowing the back portion of her black designer jeans to expose the small of her back--and the top of her pink panties.
	The boy once more made a mad dash to the bathroom out in the foyer.
	Gunther followed this time.
	The boy was at a urinal, the bathroom was empty of anyone else.  The boy was strongly cranking his crank, humping his hand, flexing his ass.  Gunther wished upon wishes he had the use of August’s Device, allowing him deeper insight into the young man’s mind.  But his own Gadget sufficed, tweaking the gain and other off-the-shelf components helped.
	The boy stopped his business when Gunther stepped up to the adjoining urinal.
	“Nice girls in there, huh?” Gunther said.
	The boy was too stunned to answer, he stared at the off-yellow unmarked wall before him.  Gunther peered over the partition separating the urinals; he eyed the boy’s wank, it was stiff and the nob was glistening.
	“What you wouldn’t give to see one of them without their clothes, eh?”
	The boy gulped, he began to sweat, eyes and mouth open wide.  He still didn’t look to acknowledge Gunther’s presence.
	“You know, I can make it happen.”
	NOW the boy turned, ’Huh?’ was on his face.
	Gunther nodded that it was so, “Yep, I have a way to get a girl to take her clothes off.”
	‘No way!’  the boy began to breath hard, his young teen hand latched tenaciously on his pud.
	“Yes way.  I can and have.” then, “And as a bonus, I can make it so as the girl never knows about it.”
	The boy was now all attentive.  
	“It’s no bullshit, boy; I can make any one of those bitches in there take her clothes off, lay out and do stuff--and afterward she’ll never know what happened.”
	The boy gulped, ’No fucking way!’ etched plainly on his sweet young face.
	“You interested?  You need proved?”
	The boy mulled it over, grew curious, licked his lips, and then gave the typical casual shoulder shrug of indifference.

	 The boy’s eyes were even wider than before when the First of the Seven	(Amy Boles-14) was guided easily to Gunther’s (August’s) ride; she was laid out within, the door slid closed (and locked) and the girl’s legs raised up.  There was a dim light but it gave off sufficient light to see the teen’s snug fitting purple panties.
	The boy, Hunter, could scarcely breath.  He gulped like a fish out of water, eyes bulging--which was not ALL that was bulging.  Gunther smiled, locked the girl’s ankles and held her legs up high, with his other hand he gently rubbed the girl’s ass, squeezing the flesh and seriously arousing young Hunter Greene.
	“Holy shit!” blurted the boy.  He had been impressed before, but now he was beyond that.  The girl had been easily whisked away as she had made a lone trip to the bathroom.  When the foyer was empty Gunther nabbed the girl (via his wondrous Gadget) and whisked her outside.  To show his new student the girl was indeed “under his spell” he patted her ass and squeezed her breasts.
	The girl didn’t react.  
	“You want to see more?” Gunther asked, raising the girl’s short skirt to expose some daring flesh and a flash of panty.
	The boy nodded but couldn’t speak.
	
	Gunther rolled the purple undies up the long tan legs of the fourteen year old, Hunter’s eyes feasted on Amy’s crotch, her furry pussy and asshole very boldly exposed for his viewing.
	“It gets better.” Gunther promised.
	The panties were removed, the skirt came nextly.  Her paisley blouse and bra was removed and she was nude.  Hunter was beside himself, he rubbed his cock still inside his beige cords, his mouth was drooling as much as his aching cock.
	“You’ve never seen a girl naked, huh?” Gunther asked of the boy.
	Hunter shook his head, No.  Only wee little girls.  Gunther smiled, those were okay, too.  But, they had Amy right now.  Gunther cupped the unconscious girl’s breasts and then went down on them and suckled; all the while fingering her pussy.
	His tongue soon took over fingering of the pussy, noshing to beat all.  Though his cock was still mighty shagged out from recent events, he unleashed it just the same.
	“You can take you clothes off, too.” Gunther mildly suggested.
	Hunter held fast though, but he wanted to.
	Gunther stripped off all of his clothes, took the girl’s hand and had her stroke his bone, cup his balls, everything.  He so noted that the girl was a virgin.  Was.  The head of his cock greeted the young quim, Hunter sitting right there beside her watched as Gunther’s manly schlong began going in.  There was the “breach” of the hymen and the girl was fucked.
	Amy made faces as she was “broken.”  She groaned, winced, and her hands instinctively gripped her errant lover.  He pumped slowly and then sped up, he drove his dong as deep as possible; to her budding teenage breasts he spent much time suckling, nipping the nipples and placing hickies all over the delectable mounds.
	When he was done he pulled back; his cock was soiled with the mingled essence and broken cherry juice.  Her own panties were used in the “clean-up.”  Then it was Hunter’s turn.
	“Wanna have a go?” Gunther asked.
	The boy gulped, ‘Can I?’ and ‘Should I?’
	“Why not?”
	Hunter was unsure.  It was a bold thing to do.  He couldn’t.  He wanted to, he really did.  His cock ached so.  He had yearned to see Amy nude, he yearned to touch her, to suck her titties, to sink his cock into her cunny.  And now here she was, laid out naked and ready to fuck--and he was hesitating.
	On his own, though, the boy undone his jeans and tugged them down, just enough to expose himself.  He was timid, almost too timid, but Gunther surprisingly let him be.  The boy crawled onto the sleeping teen he had a hard-on for, mounted her, dragged his oh so aching cock up and down her gash, then entered her therein.
	Gunther watched, the boy’s ass flexed and tightened up, then his pelvis began bucking, his whole body went rigid as the teen girl’s cunny interior swallowed his schlong and squeezed it lovingly.
	Natural instinct took over and the lad began a steady pump session.
	He only looked back over his shoulder when Gunther laid his hand upon his ass.  Gunther rubbed, squeezed the cheek, then clutched the balls up between the boy’s ass as he fucked.  The feeling was too great--the fucking of Amy, Hunter let it be and continued to strive to get his nut.
	Of which he did in short time.
	It was sooooooo much better than hand or bed humping.
	Hunter, when thru orgasming, lay off beside the girl, his soft cock leaking cum onto the girl’s thigh.  He stared at her, her breathing tummy, her supple mounds.  She was regal, strong features, kinky permed hair of dishwater blonde, pert striking nose, heavenly eyes.  When she smiled he felt his balls snug up against him.  
	Gunther lay on the girl, entered her and fucked her silly for several enduring minutes, when he felt himself ready to shoot he pushed her legs back and rammed his rod into her equally virginal asshole.
	Again the girl winced and made some faces, but was otherwise under the studious control of the Gadget.  Hunter held the girl’s legs back and Gunther plowed the back forty until he was well spent.
	“You wanna have a go?” Gunther asked.  Hunter looked to the cum spewing dirt chute, it wasn’t that it was gross--it was just that it was an asshole, a girl pooped from there.  He gulped, sweated, and tugged on his bone shaking his head, Nom no thanks.
	Gunther checked his watched, it had been twenty minutes…

	Amy was One Down; she was cleaned up, pussy massaged, cleaned up, loved on ONE MORE TIME, then returned to the foyer where three of the Seven others remaining were in worry looking for her.
	Amy was dazed, walked funny, felt funny, confused, and surprisingly horny.  Gunther rubbed his fingers--the situation of Authoritive figures had just gotten to the calm point.  Any narly shenanigans pulled at this point would only ignite a fire--if not incite a riot.
	If August were back (in his body) it would be no prob.  He tapped his fingers together and pondered.
	The possibilities of course were endless.  Endless.  And there was always the damnedable Right and Wrong issue floating about.  Gunther didn’t let those bother him.  He generally did what he wanted to do and dealt with the aftermath after.
	The problem was, though; he was no longer in the scheme of things alone.  His feelings for August--Charlotte, the others, he didn’t know.  He really didn’t want to address those issues, either.  
	But Amy was a dish, an appetizer, he enjoyed.  Her friends would be wondrous desserts.	  And Hunter?  Hunter was willing, his desire was strong, each of the bitches he wanted to fuck.  The boy had potential.  But--but would he tolerate the whole enchilada?
	Well, if he didn’t--he would…

	Beverley C was another fourteen year old.  She was tall, very slender, incredible demeanor, lovely thick dark hair.  Plain looks, a long narrow face; she would be more fitting in a much earlier age; she wore a long sleeved white blouse with frilly ruffles, and skin tight black jeans.  She was a little dynamo!
	Charlene Dane was a year younger than the first two, kinky strawberry blond hair, a sweet well rounded face, blazing blue eyes, a perky little nose, a bubbly personality, low slung inappropriate-for-church jeans.
	Donna Evertt was another thirteen year old.  Kinda on the short side, a bit of a bigger butt than the others, apple sized breasts, a short skirt, more perfume than the others, incredibly sweet and an honor student.  
	The three made a nice addition.  Hunter was coming along, still mystified at how it was all happening, but willing to go along with it just the same.  He was mostly wrapped up in the narly shenanigans that were to occur once the girls were inside the old panel truck.
	“Uh, why don’t YOU undress one of them.” Gunther suggested.
	Hunter was cool with that.  He looked over each of the three, looked, gazed, then settled on Beverley.
	Gunther again undressed himself, noted the time, sat back and mulled while young Hunter slid Beverley’s skin tight jeans off.  The girl wore silk red flaming underwear, a matching bra, too.  Hunter was near to exploding, skimpy panties, soft skin, all alluring.  Gunther pulled the front panel of the girl’s undies to one side, checking out her poon.
	She was a virgin despite the persona of being a slut.
	There were three more girls to attain, plus the first one, Amy.  Time was growing short.  Contemplation.  Consideration.  Deep thoughts.
	Hunter, meanwhile, had Beverley nude.  He stared at her nakedness, just stared.  She was so lovely.  (any girl nude was so lovely!)  
	“You ever eat a girl’s pussy before?”
	The boy had no idea what the man meant.
	“You’ve never tagged a bitch up the ass, either, huh?”
	“A girl’s never slurped your schlong, given you a rim job, a ball washing, around-the-World…”
	Hunter stared at Gunther, now.  There’s being naïve and then there’s…

	Amy Boles-14  Beverley Cumworth-14  Charlene Dane-13  Donna Evertt-13  Emily Foss-13  Fratima Goreman-13  and Grace Hyatt-15.  The Seven.  Hunter Greene was in his glory.  He was elated, enamored, horny, and naked.  One girl (bitch) at a time was undressed.  Hunter having the task of undressing each of the girls--it was a pleasure he would not be denied.  He sniffed their panties and then took a turn at licking the girls’ poons.  While Gunther held the girls’ legs up Hunter went down on the girls and licked on their corn hole rims.  He plunged his fingers into their holes and massaged his thumb into their gashes.  Each of the girls were virgins.  Each of the girls were not only affected by Gunther’s Gadget-device, but they were restrained; strapped in place to the floor of the cargo bed of August’s ‘51 panel.  
	Hunter was only minimally disturbed by this--but it was explained to him that it was for their safety as well as anything else.  Hunter let it go and devoured Beverley’s snatch, fingered her pert super tight bung hole, then drove his cunt seeking missile into her snatch box and fucked her for his fill.
	Gunther sat behind, focusing the hand held video camera on the boy; zeroing in on the boy’s slink schlong sliding into Beverley’s gash.  It was a wondrous sight, the girl bleeding, wriggling; the boy humping and driving his cock DEEP as possible, fucking madly in spurts before finally unleashing his spunk.
	Hunter got used to the man rubbing his hand on his ass.
	It was after banging into Carlene that something occurred, the man known as Gunther rubbed his cock against his ass.  Hunter didn’t know what to do, but he quickly realized that he was in a fucked situation--the man known as Gunther could have his way with him as he willed--Hunter was in no position to say no.
	His willie was incapable of  going for Donna, she was pretty enough; hi-top panties, soft skin, a nice poon patch, virgin all around.  He yearned to sink his cock into her, she had three holes and one would surely do.  But his cock just wasn’t up to it, not now, not yet anyways.
	But gazing at her, that was good.  
	Gunther licked out on the girl, spanked her, laid his manliness between her breasts and humped until shooting his cum onto her face--then he stood and straddled the weakened Hunter.
	“Suck it.” he said.
	Hunter was aghast.  Appalled.  Shocked.  Horrified.
	He DID open his mouth, in awe of the command.  Gunther gripped the boy’s head and pushed his soiled prick into the boy’s mouth.  Hunter wasn’t into this rot, he fought back--and was zapped electrically for it.  He was slapped hard and Gunther crammed his foul cock into the boy’s mouth to the hilt.
	“Suck it, boy, or it’ll git worse!”
	So Hunter sucked.
	He retched, gagged, and hurled.
	Gunther filled the boy with cock meat, but nothing more.
	“Turn around.” Gunther further commanded.  Hunter hesitated, but turned slowly about, presenting his virgin ass.  Foreign fingers probed the virgin rim, his balls were once more clutched and pulled thru the legs.  Hunter was not into this, the taste of the cock in his mouth was not to his liking, it reminded him of string cheese, though; but the simple fact that a MAN’S cock in his mouth was just too gross.
	And then--Gunther’s dong came pressing against his very virginal usually one-way hole.  Hunter dug into the carpet and held his breath.  He knew how it must feel with the others, the girls who got boned up the butt.  This was sodomy.  He was getting wiser by the minute.

	The small swarm of helicopters, the wail of sirens, emergency broadcasts over every station on the radio told Gunther that he probably should have chilled.  The town was in lock-down, curfewed, and under guard of the National Guard.  The proverbial “shit had hit the fan” and now the smell was lingering, too.
	Not good, no…not good at all.