August Moone
Book 2
Roadtrips & Sidetrips
Chapter 30
Strangers in a Strange World

	Two
		Tranquility.  Serenity.  Peaceability.  Fuckability.  Shamelessability.  Abilities beyond the scope of decency and understanding.  (if there was a hole, fuck it.)  August didn’t bother getting into Katey’s mind, she was a naughty girl who had gotten caught at it, she was submissive to her grandpa but hadn’t overly approved 100%.  Tough.  Now she was in a strange world she didn’t understand and involved deeply with August and his family.  She had no choice.
	Noah took care of the fishing end, August finally found some deer in the nearby hills.  ‘Man cannot live by veggies alone.’  there were chickens and two milk cows, a “victory garden”, and canned food (jarred actually) in the basements.  If no one else came along (fat chance) August’s and Noah’s family could live for a very very very very very (very?) long time.
	“A disease?” Noah wondered, in wondering aloud about what had happened to the original inhabitants.
	August didn’t know, he rested against a tree with a cane pole between his knees.  He wasn’t much of a fisherman so he just mostly sat and talked with Noah who sat nearby.
	“A race of cat people.” Noah smirked, “I’d like to meet them.”
	Maybe.  It depended on whether or not they would be appreciative of the human intrusion.  Humans were known to foul things up, soil the earth, the air, the peoples.  Was a part of some elaborate invasion gone wrong?  That was an entertaining possibility!  And when the alien cat people arrived, found the Earth in a sad state of affairs.  And having no other recourse (for some unknown reason) they created their own.
	And if that were true--why then circa 1950?  No televisions, phones, electricity!  If they were aliens they would have to have traveled in some sort of spaceship, that constituted technology beyond that of mere humankind.  
	Then there was the vortexes.
	August had long since thought they were a part of his Device technology, though he couldn’t explain it.  The time travel, the green segue event.  Was it a part of some grand delusions?  So many questions…
	Maybe the Device was just merely a piece of the puzzle, a part of something more, a part of something like a key allowing such things as time travel and interaction to take place.  
	He didn’t know.
	But the vortexes were not solely available to him.  Apparently they were occurring elsewhere.  What reasoning was behind he didn’t know, but they seemed to be random.  Had something gone wrong with the space time continuim?  (what-what-what???)  where’d THAT come from?
	He sighed and checked his line, yawned, farted, and got comfy.
	Which didn’t last long.  He heard Noah snoring, birds chirping, a warbling sound somewhere, chipmunks chattering, squirrels darting here and there along the trunks--
	Warbling?
	He sat up and trained his ear.  His eyes were sleepy, his body tired, but his alert status became more and more keen.  The warbling sound was close.  A vortex sound it was.  Noah slept on, August arose and silently moved off into the prime direction.

	The vortex was just closing, it was its typical color scheme of bright greens with a brilliant brightness in the center, hovering some four feet above the ground.  It was fading upon August’s arrival, having already deposited its prey.
	August hunkered down in the bushes, observing the newest arrivals.
	Was this a way in which to re-populate the new world?  Hmmmm
	Looking around very bewildered was a young man in his mid teens.  A handsome fella, abut sixteen, dark hair, fresh faced with a mysteriousness about him.  He was dressed in jeans with a blue denim shirt and boots.  
	He stood and looked around, August was about to move and introduce himself, when the lad knelt down and August peered, noting that the young man did not come alone.
	He said some words August missed as a familiar wafting of horse shit distracted him.  With a horse there was transportation.  He assumed it was probably a wild horse and would need taming.
	The newcomer raised up a teenage girl about his age or so, maybe a year younger.  Blond with braided hair in twin ponies.  She was sweet looking, fresh, and very doable.  
	The boy looked around, shook the girl, August noted a blood spot on the side of her head, her entrance into the new world had not been without peril.  There was another on the other side of her head as well as in the back, but these did not look too fresh.
	The boy stood and looked all about shaking his head, it was obvious that his previous landscape looked nothing like the one he was in currently.  Culture Shook.  The boy sat down, thought, thought, chewed on a blade of grass, then checked his companion.  	
	As August continued watching, risking exposure as he eased a few more inches closer and made himself comfortable so as he could have the optimum observation, the boy did so infacto fondle the girl.  She wore rust colored jeans and a red/white checkerboard shirt.  She was about fifteen with hand sized tits.  The boy fondled her right between the legs then, THEN, took her hand to his OWN crotch!
	August liked him right off!
	He still let the boy do his thing before introductions, there was no hurry.  The girl lay out unconscious while her companion/friend/cousin --possible brother felt her up and out.  Her shirt was undone and pulled back.  The teenage horndog stared at her breasts, licked his lips, then made a security check.  He still seemed confused, stood up and looked around shaking his head.  He didn’t get it, it wasn’t the same.
	His attention returned to the girl, flipping up her bra cups and fondling her bare naked mounds.  He seemed to orgasm right then and there.  The boy’s facial expression was one of pure awe.  (or lust)
	He then went down on the mounds, fondling one while sucking on the other.  There was no reaction from the unconscious girl.  The boy went a step further, undoing the rusty jeans and sliding them down.  He stared at her clad in her powder blue undies.  He chewed on his lip, looked about, then pulled his own clothes down.  His naked willy was stiff, he took the girl’s hand and had her stroke him, fondle his balls, and caress his ass.
	He would make a fine addition to the family!
	The girl’s pants were moved down to her ankles.  The boy ran his hands up her long legs, then brought her hand back to his naked cock and balls and ass.  After that, carefully and diligently he pulled the girl’s panties down.
	He stared.  It was like he was looking at bare naked pussy for the first time.  He lingered, then languished, then anguished over what he should do first.  He ultimately just fingered the poon, parting the “lips” before taking his tongue to it and giving the pussy with fine blond hairs a fine licking.
	This was fallowed up with a righteous doinking!
	The boy (Ted) crawled on top of the girl (Melody) and eased in his teenage prick.  It was clumsy going as their clothes were at their ankles and binded their legs.  But Ted managed and soon was fucking the unconscious teen friend.
	He sucked on her titties, slowed down the pace of his humping, then bucked madly like a rabbit until finally unleashing a mighty load of teen spunk.  His naked ass flesh was warmed by the noonday sun, his cock languished within the fucked pussy, he lay on the girl for a moment then rolled off of her.
	After calming down a bit he pulled up his clothes then stepped off to one side and pissed on a bush.  He spanked his own ass and then zipped up.  Now that the doinking was done time to get a better look of where they were.
	“Hi there!” chirped August coming thru the bush.  Now was as good as time as any.
	Ted nearly freaked, panic stricken, flush with sex sweat and fear.
	“Relax,” cautioned August looking to the nude girl, “it’s cool.”
	Ted showed shock mixed with relief.  August rubbed the bulge in his own pants and ogled the naked girl.	
	“Nice.” he said.  He dropped to his knees and fingered the girl’s cum laden cunt.  She had lost her virginity long before Ted’s dick had dicked her.
	“Uh, where are we?” quizzed Ted.  
	“Land of Hopeless Dreams and Endless--”
	Another vortex sound was heard, further away, but a vortex nonetheless.  “Son-of-a-bitch!” he mouthed, what the fuck was going on!?
	The unconscious girl stirred and distracted them both.
	“She’s gonna need some medical attention.” August surmised.
	“How’s this happen?” he asked.
	Ted was a little ashamed, it was a long story, sort of; but he shrugged and stated that they had “fell in a well.”  er, actually that would be a mine shaft--which lay out just beyond the dude ranch they worked at in the outskirts of an Arizona city.
	“Yeah, well, this ain’t Arizona.” and that was putting it mildly.
	Ted & Melody worked as guides at the dude ranch, taking city slickers out for a day’s jaunt in the desert, explaining how the native American Indians lived, pointing out points-of-interests, etc.  One day the two were scouting out a potential new trail--and tripped into an abandoned (long since) mine shaft.  Wind storms had sent sand to conceal boarded up mine entrance; though Ted suspected that there was probably one about due to all the left over equipment.
	He and Melody were just friends, co-workers.  He had a shine for her, though.  He had seen her pee, heard her fart, and everything but bare assed naked.  He had seen her in a dynamite polka dotted two piece bikini, he had seen her in her pajamas, she had a pair of Daisy Dukes she wore a time or two, and she had danced with him one time at a barn dance/social event--she had worn then a dynamite dress, low cut, breasts were uplifted, she was soooooooooooo pretty, cute, and smelled delicious.
	But he had never seen butt bare assed naked.
	They got along alright, as friends and co-workers.  There were other co-workers; teens from 13 to 18.  Cheap labor and just summer work.  For her part, Melody thought Ted a little too pushy, egotistical, pompous, egotistical, pushy, God’s Gift, egotistical…
	Of all the co-workers at the ranch, Melody was the only one who liked him enough to acknowledge his presence on the Earth.  
	So, when out on their own and walking about, after dismounting and leaving the sanctity of their horses, and promptly fell into the well (mine shaft)--Ted took advantage of the situation when Melody conked her head and got a nice concussion.
	He firstly just didn’t get busy right off, he first had to take care of his own injury--which wasn’t all that terrific.  A sprained ankle and wrist.  The initial shock of the ten foot fall onto mineshaft debris temporarily put Ted down, too.  Thereafter, he was worried for Melody’s health.  Discovering that her injury seemed to be just to her head…
	She had no broken bones, but he suspected that she had a few sprains and bruises and other associative hurtie-owies.  After sizing up the situation a bit, he began.  Fondling.  Just mildly feeling up the girl (of his dreams) to see what he could get away with.
	Melody gave no indication whatsoever that she was aware of his doings.  So he kept it up, becoming more and more aroused as he went on.  He fondled her crotch, both breasts, then kissed her on the lips.  Sitting right up close to her he pressed her mouth to his bulge.  
	With a kerchief of his and hers he bandaged her head.  She needed water and other medical treatment, he would have to climb out of the shaft and hope the horses hadn’t wandered away.
	But first!
	He undone her shirt and fondled her breasts more.
	He unleashed the demon in his pants and pressed her face to it.
	Her hand came to grasp him, his hand closed about hers.
	To his balls he had her fondle, then he lowered his pants and underwear just passed his ass (just in case he needed to do a quick pull up) and had her caress his ass.
	Melody remained unconscious.
	He knew there were priorities.  Melody needed help.  But first!
	He pressed his cock to her face, then into her mouth.  He had had a blowjob before, from a neighborhood girl when he was 12, she was a couple of years younger.  He had paid her his allowance and then some and she sucked him.
	Melody being unconscious didn’t suck.
	His attention returned to her crotch.
	Carefully with care Ted undone Melody’s jeans.
	He squeezed her crotch, rubbing and almost going blind with desire.
	He peeled the flaps back and stared at the blue panties, then holding his breath he worked the jeans down to mid thigh.  He took a breather, taking her hand to work his cock again before proceeding.  
	The rust colored jeans were worked down to her knees before her panties came down.  He longingly stared at the pussy, there was barely enough light filtering down thru the opening they had crashed thru, but it was sufficient to give him insight to a wondrous glory.
	He went down on it, kissing and sucking, licking and plunging his fingers into the wondrous cunt.  He was naïve on the ability to tell the difference between a non-virgin cunt and a well fucked one.  (but Melody was NOT a virgin)
	With Melody’s pussy and Ted’s cock all worked up, Ted mounted her and entered her poon.  His first real pussy.  He had managed to butt-fuck that naughty money grubbing neighborhood girl, but she wouldn’t let him into her cunny.  Ted loved it, Melody’s cunny.  It was soft, warm, and swallowed his cock nicely. 
	He pleasured himself and had just come to the point of orgasming when he heard a sound, a noise.  He didn’t know what it was but it was a noise that got his attention.  And how.  Frightened that he was going to be busted raping Melody he dressed and hurriedly dressed Melody, his cock still squirting cum.
	It wasn’t easy but he pulled himself up to the rim of the shaft.
	He saw a bright green light whereas the horses were supposed to be.
	He saw no sign of the horses, just the brilliant bright light and the “warbling” sound given off along with it.  He didn’t know what to think, only that he needed to get the fuck away.  And he couldn’t leave Melody behind.  
	It wasn’t easy hefting himself let alone an unconscious Melody.  At least she was unconscious--as Ted un-nicely grabbed her in places she would normally have a righteous fit about.
	And once out Ted almost fell back in.
	Luckily the vortex “reached” out and grabbed him, pulling him and Melody back in.
	“It reached out,” inquired August, “and PULLED you in?”
	Just like what Noah said had happened to him.
	August had to digest that bit of info.  Something bothered him about it.  He didn’t know what, or if there was anything really wrong.  To ease his mind he undressed the unconscious Melody, stripping her down and taking her hand to his cock and balls.  Ted grinned and stripped off his clothes as well.  He remounted his friend, sinking his cock back into her cunny to finish up doinking her good and proper.
	August got his cock into the girl, bringing her unconscious head back and forth until he began to unload.  Ted began to cum, too.  August caressed the teen’s ass, Ted at first was a little apprehensive about that, but let it be and August fondled him.

	August was heavily into fucking Melody’s asshole with Ted going for another round in her cunny when Noah appeared.  He had awoken to find August gone and got worried.  He smiled as he surveyed the sight.
	“Mind if I join you?” he chirped and came forth from the bushes.
	Ted emptied his load into Melody, pulled free and scooted back.
	Grandpa Noah sized up the young girl, licking (smacking) his lips and dropping his clothes.  August took a break allowing Melody to lay out and be properly doinked al la Missionary style.
	Noah sank his pud into the teen and reeled in it.  Doinking his grandchildren was one thing, and that was fine an’ all, but he really wanted to bust a nut in a teenager.
	“We probably should get her back to the house, see what we can to fix her up.” suggested wisely August.  The three horndogs cleaned themselves off, dressed (though why bother) and dressed Melody (double why bother) and carried her to the House of Moone explaining the parallel universe premise to Ted along the way.

	-More Pussy Than You Can Shake A Dick At-
	 To say the least Tom was happy.  Charlotte thrilled him relentlessly, and then there was Becky.  Becky was kinda young for him, he had qualms about sinking his prick into her.  Katey was young enough.  It took until the second night (that long, huh?) before Ted got to butt doink her.  August still preferred her to be “herself.”  She LIKED being doinked, it was the moral fibers of her former life that held her.  
	Nellie was just too young for Ted.  He looked at her, inasmuch as he looked to Katey and Becky.  Becky he fondled, fingered, and watched as she got boned by August and Noah.  Will and Timothy doinked her and finally Ted had her on his lap one afternoon, everyone was naked.  The girl was cute, naked, and on his naked lap.  His cock was hard.  It seemed inevitable.  His cock languished against her poon and asshole and soon with all her squirming and moving-fidgeting about his cock found its way into her body.
	With Nellie--it was a day later, while watching her pee in the woods while on a brief nature hike.  He became “aroused” and found himself drawn to her--his cock leading the way as she merely “stood” with legs open and let the flow of pee flow.  Four year old Nellie had already been fucked in all three of her holes by her brother and grandfather.  Ted doinked her, too.

	Melody was slow to come around.  She was dizzy and didn’t feel all to well when she DID come around.  Lots of confusion and major headaches.  Some of her confusion was “why am I naked”?  she awoke groggily under a pile of covers in August’s house in the catkin bedroom.  
	Luckily Charlotte was there to calm her fears and introduce her to her new world.  It would be two days before August would be able to “calm” her his way and ease her into the Narly World of August Moone.
	Charlotte felt her pregnancy advancing, in her mind she was only four months at best along.  In her body, however, she was at least seven months along.  The baby kicked now and then, she was already a mother--
	The sudden flash of her children back in Flagstaff, her husband, her work, her life--all flooded her and sent her into an emotional roller coaster whereupon she was the typical preggy for the rest of the day (and night.)
	The test that Melody was “willingly” a participant in the narly ways of August Moone came the second after her “awakening” and preliminary “acceptance.”  She was to retain her congenial sweet self that made her the lovable Melody Williams; but she was susceptible to “calming” and pertinent “suggestions.”
	Her observations of others engaging in illicit sex acts were curbed as well.  It would actually take a while for those things to take affect, but for the time being she readily spread her legs (and ass cheeks) for Ted and August.  And Noah, Will, Tim--Charlotte got a piece of the young teen, too!

Three
	The sound of a whinnying horsey sent him on the trail.  It was as elusive as a butterfly.  He could find the horse’s droppings, but not the horse.  At length he began to wonder if the horse was magical or invisible!?
	The heebie-jeebies kept him from traveling too far from the house, and he warned the others likewise.  For himself and Charlotte their segue from one universe to the next was kind of different, kinda.  But then again, he wasn’t so sure.  It was getting complex.  He worried about their “shells”, their bodies back in his van back in the ‘real world.’  How were they faring.  Could the body sustain itself as he himself sustained it?  Did it suffer as he suffered, enjoyed as he did?
	Was timing elapsing as it did for himself and Charlotte?
	If the body in the van died, what of him?  Or was he trapped in whatever realm he came to be in?  And what of the reverse, if he died while in transit, while thrashing about in some universe of one kind or another, what happened to the body; a coma?
	More questions.
	He minded the others that if they should encounter a vortex, a swirling mass of unknown air with pulsing green light--Stay the HELL Away from it!
	August followed the creek Noah liked to fish.  He found a shallow lake five hundred feet up a hill.  Huge redwoods were here.  The area was pristine and only the redwood trees occupied the area, nothing else had a chance.  There were great boulders and a small river running into the lake.
	The lake was absolutely crystal clear; cold, too.  He guessed it was merely twenty feet deep, but that was a guess and he supposed that out in the middle it was much deeper.
	The lake was some 200 yards wide, tapered at the ends.  August strolled up to the river inlet, noting a bright orange raft up on a rocky shore.  Backpacks and paddles lay strewn everywhere.  And he saw peoples, kids!
	Quickly he entered into stealth mode and stole into the dense brush of the Crystal Lake area.  His Narly Powers were keen enough to narrow in on the group, a group of six; no one younger than 12, no one older.  They looked as if they had just arrived.  They seemed to be a little dazed, frazzled, wet, and curious about their new surroundings.
	Enough time had come between his own arrival and the present day that accessing his Device powers was granted.  (why the lag time he didn’t know, but whatever works…)	
	Nothing fancy, just a bit more on the stealth mode, he now went into super stealth, which included Invisibility.  When he so noted that he did not cast a shadow upon the ground, he made his way stealthfully to the newest arrivals.
	Two boys, four girls.  One boy and one girl appeared to be 13 yrs, the others were 12-ish.  Nice, typical American youth out for a rafting trip.  Their priorities had not yet been set, they were still dazed and needed a moment (or two--three) to gather themselves.
	They talked in low tones and August couldn’t get it.  He was, himself, still across the river inletting into the lake.  The river inlet was some fifty feet across, though it looked shallow, August doubted that it actually was.  It was rocky and the water rather swift.
	The girls huddled about themselves, hugging themselves.  They were soaked and uncomfortable.  The boys were likewise.  
	‘You need a fire.’ suggested August.
	Nothing happened.  The boys removed the rest of their gear that hadn’t been spilled into the river during their trip and paid no attention to the “Entity’s” suggestion.
	“Crud.” he said aloud.
	Sucking in his breath he tested the waters.
	Cold.  Really cold.  Really really really really really cold.
	It was ankle deep for a few feet, then it began to get deeper.
	He was going numb and the rocks were both hard and slippery with moss.  His balls shriveled up and he had to keep an eye on his Prospects to keep him going.
	When he got as far as the middle he seriously had doubts, the water was up to his chest and he didn’t like it.  What dangers were they should he get swept away and dumped into the lake?  Would the lake survive him, drown him?  Some mystical undercurrent suck him down to the bottom?
	He took a step backward, slipped and banged his cold frozen ankle on a large boulder.  No one noticed his splish-splash, August frantically splashed about to maintain himself and finally thoroughly soaked just went for it and fuck the stealth mode, he swam across.
	No one noticed.
	Mostly due to the fact that the kids had moved inside the forest to set up an impromptu camp.  August crawled onto the small shore that was there, he rested a bit, peeled off his clothes, then shivered for some time before trying again.
	The river crossing had not deterred his special abilities.
	After a brief warm-up from the sun he moved to where he had a more direct line o’sight with her prey.  They hadn’t done much but stuck close together, bitched and griped and shivered.  (The raft they had come in on was flattened--dead with no hope of resurrection.
	  ‘Let’s try this again--Let’s start a fire.’ he suggested.
	“Let’s get a fire going.” piped one of the two boys, Toby.  The girls continued to hug themselves shivering.  August was shivering, too, now that he was out from the direct rays of the sun.
	The boys, Toby & Shaun collected the wood, the girls cleared a spot and made a small hole in which to pile the kindling.  Cute girls they were; one blond in pig tails, one sandy haired girl with big bangs, one dark haired girl who had hair down to almost her butt.  And lastly a cute young’un with red hair.
	From their soaked backpacks the boys managed to secure those things needed to get a nice fire going.  They all warmed their hands but remained quiet--still shivering.
	August began peeking into their minds, Toby Tyler was the oldest, he was thirteen but had an upcoming birthday in three months.  He was a wanker, had no sisters but two brothers--one younger and one older.  No severe naughtiness, simple brotherly things of mutual jerking off together.  Toby and his older brother HAD compared their cocks, being naked together and pressing their schlongs to one another for size comparison.
	But he was a virgin.  Unlike the other boy Shaun Wess who was twelve years young and not due to be thirteen for another six months.  Shaun had had sexual relations with his cousins--three of them, since he was six years young!  His cousins were nasty, naughty and all older than he; the oldest older by seven years.  He had bathed with them, swum naked in their backyard pool, and when he was eight he was fucking them!
	Ann Finkel, she was twelve.  She was a so-so virgin, she had an older brother who she loved--loved enough to allow him and his best friend to grind against her.  All three had spent time in the family’s deck hot tub al la naked.  She had SUCKED the boys and let them poke her up the ass, but not her pussy.  The boys sucked her pussy and peed on it, but nothing more.
	Was she opposed to having sex (of any kind) with the boys of the group?  No, but she still didn’t want to, she feared getting some lame disease or pregnant.  She DID yearn to have sex, just to know what all the commotion was about.  August like her…
	Kyrene Hiller.  She was the “token” of the group, very slender she was, sleek black skin, silky black hair that was rich and full.  Her naughtiness centered around simply fingering herself to orgasm.  She humped one of her stuff animals thinking it a boy pegging her rather than Oscar Lion.
	Like most girls she feared pregnancy.  She had brothers and saw them naked a few times, especially her younger brother.  Never her father.  She had never been molested.  She was naïve to most things sexual.
	Molly Koleman at thirteen was naïve, as well.  She fingered herself but not often.  She was a single child of very good parents.  She had seen little boys naked, but thoughts of sex with a boy her age (or older) were virtually non-existent.  She had been hugged by a male friend, kissed lightly by a so-so boyfriend.  Nothing more follows.
	Would she like to be kissed by one of the boys from her adventuring group?  No.  well, maybe.
	Would she like to see one of the boys NAKED?
	NO!  well, maybe just a glimpse.
	If she saw a boy playing with himself, or peeing, or butt naked walking about, would she watch him?
	Hmmmmm, maybe.  No, no she wouldn’t.  well, possibly.
	Dora Hyman was also thirteen.  She had had an over amorous boyfriend grind/hump against her, his hands up her dress and inside her panties.  He fondled her ass, asshole, and fingered her virgin poon.  She herself griped his penis and jerked him off.  Nothing more.
	Toby, Molly, Dora, Ann, Shaun, and Kyrene.  Off on an adventuring trip, river rafting.  They had been with some others, adults who had gone ahead, some other teens who were behind.  Their raft had gotten hung up on some boulders and put them behind, they heard the shouts of the other kids behind them as they hit the roaring white rapids and the sudden rush of the ten foot slide downfall.
	Their own raft suddenly seemed to shoot out across the Mackenzie River like skipping a stone.  When they managed to get their paddles in the water to make a turn and slow them down, and prevent them from cashing into the gray stone wall of Grayhawk Canyon, a swirling mass of green light was there and swallowed them.
	Thereafter it was a maddening rush of confusion, the raft got upset and tossed them all into the water.  Many harrowing minutes to gather themselves, the raft, what belongings they could recover.  They floated on top of the bottom of the raft, until the second set of rapids came.

	‘Toby, Shaun, take off your shirts.’
	It wasn’t reluctance to comply but cold.  Slowly the boys removed their layered shirts until topless.  Nice young white hairless chests.
	‘Now your shoes.’ he had the girls remove their shoes, too.
	Then the boys to remove their pants.  The girls could handle that, the boys standing in their underwear.  They were cold and needed to get out of their wet clothes, but modesty and chivalry kept their underwear on at least.
	On their own, the girls looked to one another and Ann shrugged first, Kyrene gave the look of “whatever.”  They stripped down to their underwear, panties & bras.
	For the moment, the boys didn’t care.  They shivered and placed more wood on the fire.  
	Nothing more followed “on their own.”  August waited, the kids all huddled and warmed themselves as best they could.  August looked over the recovered items.  Ann’s backpack as well as Shaun’s had been lost and unrecovered.  The others were soaked thru despite being water-repellent.
	‘Toby, Shaun, strip off your underwear.’
	This was met with some hesitation.  But August strongly urged and the boys obeyed.  Much to the awe of the girls.  None of the girls said anything, though.  But they sure did look.  The boys were a little nervous and embarrassed, they avoided looking to the girls and huddled down to the fire.
	‘Girls,’ simplifying things a little by addressing them as a whole, ’remove your bras.’
	Ann and Dora were the first to make the move to undo their bra clasps, Molly and Kyrene followed suit and on her own Ann shucked her panties, rolling the wet garment down and then squatting down to be closer to the fire.
	Toby’s cock was still shriveled up from the intense cold, but there was a stirring of sexual life, his balls pulsated and he tried earnestly to keep his eyes to the fire rather than staring boldly at the girls.
	The remaining girls rolled their panties down, too.  Kyrene needing a little “encouragement” from August Moone.
	Once totally naked, they all got very chummy, shoulder to shoulder huddled about the fire shivering virtually uncontrollably.  

	The sand of the river inlet shore was warm.  So was the sun that warmed it.  The day was just about in the middle and so there was plenty of sunshine to spend.  Molly lay out on her stomach, Dora beside her on her backside.  Kyrene and Ann on a boulder laid out for boy-viewing.
	Toby and Shaun had proud boners, warmed by the sun it didn’t take long.  They had left the fire first, encouraged along by the unseen Entity, August Moone.  The girls “watched” the boys as they made their way the few feet to the beach.  The girls remained silent, thoughts to their own.  Nakedly they surrounded the warmth the fire gave and huddled.
	It only took a few moments for the boys to dry enough to shake the shakes.  Thereafter the boys eased off into the brush and hid, as proclaimed by August.  The girls then were goaded to come out to the sunshine for natural warming.  “What about them?” quipped Kyrene.
	Ann shrugged her shoulders, “Screw it, I’m cold.” and she defiantly walked out to greet the sunshine.  “Me, too!” piped Dora.
	“Does it matter,” Molly said, “they’ve seen us, we’ve seen them.” she shrugged both her shoulders and pranced out to the warm beach and laid out.
	Kyrene looked about and made a whimsical face then followed.

	The boys’ eyes were focused strongly on the naked girls basting in the sun, watching them breath, dry, glisten.  Both had tremendous boners that wouldn’t quit.  Methodically they pounded their puds, mouths open, faces awash in ecstasy.
	Dora’s blond bush was a nice light covering, she breathed slowly, her mounds were supple and most desirable.  Beside her Molly rolled her shoulders and scratched an itch on her butt glazing in the sun.
	The other girls stretched on their rocks, opening their legs nonchalantly and yawning, seemingly unaware or uncaring (or both.)
	At length August had the girls on the rocks come and lay out on the sand with the others.  Then, spaced out just a little the four lovelies came to be on the backs, legs out, and knees open.  The boys were strongly pleasing themselves.
	August put Toby behind Shaun and had him “grip” his friend’s cock.  Meanwhile, his own cock went up between Shaun’s legs for a little hump.  Toby hand jobbed Shaun until the Shaun was near ready to squirt.  Then, Shaun turned about and sucked on Toby’s dick for several enduring seconds until Toby was ready to squirt.
	Then their attention was to the masturbating girls, all four frigging their young poons, fondling their breasts and willing to share their bodies. 

	Toby nestled before Dora’s blond bush, eyeing it minutely, eyes wide, ass up, cock hard and dripping contents.  Shaun stared down into Molly’s quim, a fiery bush if ever there was one.  Although he and Toby were being “encouraged” they, too, were on their own.  The girls were “held at bay” to tolerate the boys’ doings.  While the boys did what they did, August dinked with each of the girls to allow them to accept the new world order of narlydom.
	  Toby crawled up onto Dora, took her breasts, fondled them, languished a moment before sucking on them.  His cock lay against the entrance to her cunny.  Shaun humped on Molly, his cock not IN her, he had humped the dickens out of his cousins, they had even gotten another cousin who was much younger than he--and coerced him to screw her, too!  So Shaun was an old pro.  He sucked on Molly’s breasts, nipped her nipples, and grinded his cock into ultimate pleasure before sinking it into the girl’s virgin poon.
	Both boys took their time, enjoying the moment.  August enjoyed it, too.  Watching the boys fuck was a pleasure for him.  Toby managed to cum first, he strained, grunted, groaned, moaned, and jerked until totally spent.  His cock languished in Dora’s pussy.  He lay on her, heaving, panting, cock still inside her poon.
	Dora’s mind was numb.  Pleasure, awe, a little discomfort.  She had been an avid finger banger and had often derived much pleasure from the act of fingering.  Slightly-lightly she had wondered casually what a cock would feel like moving in her pussy.
	Now she knew.
	She came, too.  
	Shaun was virtually out of his mind boning Molly.  It was unbelievable.  He couldn’t move, he could hardly breath.  His cock shot a massive wad of juice into her poon, totally expending his entire worth.

	The other girls got theirs, too; it was just that they had to clean the boys’ schlongs, then suck them to life, then mount and do all the fucking.  Which was okay in August’s book.  The boys managed to grip the girls’ butts and do a little pumping up into them.  August watched unobserved from behind the slow methodic penetration, glistening assholes and testicles.
	August liked, he liked a lot.
	For Round Three, the girls assumed the DoggieStyle position, the boys’ cocks had rested and been revitalized by a brief dip in the chilling waters.  Then, by licking the girls’ cracks, finger probing their mostly virginal poop chutes, the boys were ready for anal penetration.

	For Round Four, the day was wanning.  August either needed to hurry this up, move it along, make introductions, leave them and hustle back to his own, or something.  Ann Finkel (12) parted her legs and Molly Coleman (13) went down on her.  Toby and Shaun could only watch, their young puds pudded out.  They were virtually desensitized and useless.  (for the rest of the day anyways.)
	The kids for the most part were now acting on their own, save for a little implanted notions from their unseen host.  He tried contacting Charlotte via telepathy via the Device, but it didn’t happen.  He left the kids to their own doings, he would came back and check on them later and make intro.
	He didn’t venture across the river, there was no need.  He moved AROUND the lake.  It took him a while and was dark by the time he touched bases with his family.  He mentioned nothing of the newest arrivals.  He had dinner, rested, and as the twinkle of stars came out to be, he left.

	The new arrivals were still encamped the following morning.  Charlotte knew August was up to something, she didn’t press it, though.  August touched bases (and really touched) with everyone in HIS encampment, he reiterated the warning about straying too far--but didn’t heed the warning himself.  (natch)
	The new arrivals at their campsite were still getting used to their new digs as well as their new feelings.  The boys were naked and proudly pranced about, peeing here and there.  The girls were a little more apprehensive with Kyrene the most; she pranced in her undies while the other went bare.
	On her own, Ann stripped off her bra, Molly and Dora remained clad in their Birthday Suits but were somewhat sheepish about it.  The fire was good and the kids had laid out all their clothes and sleeping bags on the shore to dry in the sun.  They had camp food, ready-to-eat meals, and sports drinks.  No serious weapons, just general protection and survival Scout knives.
	August probed the minds of the young lads, ‘you want to fuck the girls, don’t you?’  now that was a stupid question!  
	He probed the minds of the girls, ‘do you want the boys to FUCK you some more?’
	Ann was alright with it, Dora and Kyrene, too.  Molly was a hold out, apprehensive and nervous.  Sex was good, the girls knew that they shouldn’t, but that wasn’t the point.  They were curious and naïve about the nuances of sexual relations, horny and desiring to get laid, but fearful of the consequences.
	Understanding the concept that they were in “some other place” eluded them, they merely thought that they had gone WAY down river or somehow gotten onto some other course.
	All of them had realized that they had engaged immorally and that was wrong.  There was no denying the fact that it was GOOD, but still, they were friends and they were young and sex was supposed to be different.  (well, for an older generation anyways.)
	There were mixed feelings all around.
	August probed the girls until finding the one who needed to pee, which was Dora.  He had her stand off to the one side of the camp, and face into the camp, remain standing, butt naked, legs open--and commence peeing.
	She caressed her ass and breasts as a torrent of urine spilled down from her cunny.  Instantly the two boys of the group had massive boners.  Kyrene giggled and blushed, Ann averted her attention as she did not want to be caught staring at Dora’s pussy.  Hmmmmmm
	‘Dora, go sit on the log, open your legs, lean back.’
	Dora complied.  Then, Ann came over to her, everyone watched as then Ann did so infacto go to her knees and began lapping the pissy pussy of Dora!
	“Holy shit!” blurted Toby. His sentiment was felt throughout the others.
	‘Shaun, why don’t you lay out on the ground and start masturbating.’
	Shaun took the “command suggestion” and did just that.  Molly and Kyrene stared in awe at his blatancy.  Then Molly felt a strangeness envelope her and she strolled over to him, then nestled down onto his erect prong.  She swallowed and began fucking him.  Shaun gripped her black skinned ass and humped into her…
	And just as he began to arrive at that delicious moment of orgasmic bliss, Toby waltzed over, finger fucked Kyrene’s asshole, then saddled up and began poking her backdoor.

	Molly watched her friends carrying on, she was numb and didn’t know quite what to think about it.  She chewed her lip thoughtfully and as Ann and Dora came to 69 one another on the ground, Molly slipped off to the beach.
	Molly was a prude.  She was a good girl who even felt embarrassed and wrong about fingering herself.  Fooling around with a boy was dangerous, diseases and pregnancy being the main hang-ups.  Her parents and teachers all schooled her on the wrongness of sexual intercourse with a boy.  She was far too young for any of that nonsense.
	But being that it was so wrong, that only made it more enticing.  Of course she was aware of OTHER girls having sex with boys, even some with other girls and teachers!  She knew one girl who was doing it with her BROTHER!!  Eewewewewewewewewe!
	‘What if you were guaranteed NOT to get knocked up or some disease?’
	Molly shrugged, she didn’t know.  
	‘It’s ten times--one HUNDRED times better than fingering yourself!’
	She had gotten nailed on the beach by Toby and Shaun.  It was not all that terrific, more discomfort than that of pleasure.  BUT, there WAS some delight in the act.  She DID manage to cum.
	‘Don’t you want that feeling again?’
	Molly thought, picked her nose, farted, then lightly found herself fingering her pussy, teasing her new found clit.  ’Maybe.  I-I guess so.’
	‘What if it weren’t Toby or Shaun, what about a HUNK?’
	Molly rolled her eyes in thought.  She was indifferent.
	‘What if it were say a MAN?’
	Molly reared back, gulping and licking her lips.  ’A MAN?’ slowly she shook her head, that didn’t sound like a good thing.  She had reservations, too, if it were a BOY, a little boy.
	Molly needed work.
	The others of her group were carrying on nicely in the campsite.  August directed Molly to lay out on the beach.  He began dinking with her mind as he laid on her, guiding his fuck tool into her quaking quim.

	An hour.  For an hour his back baked in the noon day sun, pegging Molly all the way, inserting notions and images for her to digest.  When fully creaming her young delicious pussy full to overflowing he placed her legs up and back-back to her shoulders then drove his ever loving corn holing cock into her asshole.
	The sensations were incredible.  Both for him as well as her.
	In the campsite the remaining members frolicked sexually until sexed out.  They languished about with cum dripping and/or oozing from their orifices.  August and Molly entered into the camp, “Howdy, y’all!” August beamed and smiled.
	The kids all freaked but were too shagged out to make moves.  
	‘Calm yourselves.’ August placed unto them.  He had Ann and Kyrene and Dora come suck him, suck his balls, rub his ass, then spread their legs for his manly cock.  The boys double doinked Molly.  The girls sucked the boys’ cocks to ultimate stiff mode and for a last call, August had the boys sodomize one another--for the girls’ benefit so as the boys could understand the pleasures (or discomforts) of butt fucking the one you love.
	Thereafter, the gang tidied up the camp, doused the fire, collected their stuff, and pranced nakedly back to August’s humble abode.  (Whereupon after a hot bath, food, introductions--they were doinked repeatedly by the Staff.)
	Ted loved it.  Noah loved it.  DJ loved it.  Charlotte was amused, Katey bemused.  Ted still had qualms about poking the younger girls, he did it, but he had qualms about it.  Now, with Ann, Dora, Kyrene, and Molly, there was pleasure pure in his screwing efforts.  Noah, too, enjoyed the new girls coming to him, sucking him, laying across his lap to be spanked and fingered and then fucked.
	Charlotte enjoyed Toby & Shaun.
	Toby and Shaun had no qualms about fucking Katey or Nellie or Becky.  Nellie was a bit too young for Shaun, Toby though humped her cheeks, humped her mouth, humped her little slit and finally entered her.
Three
	Noah and August were returning late one evening, the shot August had taken to a fine 8-point buck had merely wounded it.  The deer sped off and August followed with Noah behind him.  Taking the buck meant serious food for the “growing” family for a long time.
	A wild boar briefly interrupted their pursuit of the wounded deer, the boar had tusks and 110% of pissed offedness.  It barreled out of the bushes and chased the two hunters up a tree, then butted the tree with its head until knocking itself out.  August had an easy kill there, but still had to find that deer.
	He found another pile of fresh horse apples, then heard the distinctive whinny of said horse.  Cautiously the two men followed the sound, down into a small meadow, up a draw, down a hill, into some very thick woods, around a watery meadow, and finally--horsey!
	But the horsey wasn’t alone.
	The horsey was in company of two humans, females.  Both were buck naked, one was approx. sixteen years young, the other in her late 20s.  The horse was a brown coated animal, fifteen hands or so high, sturdy, about 3-4 years old, and was hung.
	The sixteen year old was hugging the horse while underneath the naked 28 yr old masturbated it!
	Noah’s mouth dropped.
	August smiled.
	The two spies made themselves at home, August doubted that he would have to do any “dinking of the minds” here!  The older gal was a short haired dirty blond.  Nice rack on her chest, early size C cup while her teenage sister, friend, cousin, companion, lesbian teen lover had 28Bs.  She stooped down to watched the maturbation in progress, which was followed by the older female sucking on the head of the horse cock!
	Noah about fell over.
	August smiled.
	The horsey began to buck, flex his flanks and withers, bray and whinny up a storm as he began to cum.  Noah couldn’t believe what he was seeing.  August couldn’t either, but he kept smiling and continued watching the proceedings until the horse had creamed all over the woman’s face.  Then, the two stood and were practically the same height.  They naked embraced one another and began to kiss.  
	Which was followed up by the younger one licking of the horse spunk from the other’s face!
	The two horse lovers (for reals) fell about onto the ground, rolling with arms and legs akimbo, pussies pounding, hands groping, mouths deftly engulfing the others.  It was fascinating to watch two peoples like them to do such things.  At length the older one came to rest on her hands and feet, the younger one came up, caressed her, hugged her about the torso, then proceeded to SPANK her.  HARD!
	Then, it wasn’t over, the young woman moved herself to be under the horse.  Then, the younger one took the still cum spewing horse cock and pressed it against the woman’s ass!  At first she just rubbed the equestrian cock against the searing ass, then--THEN she began seemingly trying to FORCE the head of the beast’s cock into the woman’s asshole!
	The woman, Lucy, leaned down and pooched her ass up, parting her cheeks.  She WANTED it!  Amazing!  The younger girl, Bradley, eagerly applied the horse cock, rubbing it up and down Lucy’s crack, poking it to her hole, and pressing it against her cunny!
	Noah had about all he could stand.
	August, too.

	The horse was bare, no saddle.  The girls were bare, no clothes.  They didn’t have any backpacks or camping gear.  They had managed to make spears to spear some fish and using Indian skills they fashioned a fire.  The horse wandered away but returned in due time--getting a hummer was something the mount was growing fond of.
	Bradley became aware of another’s presence, she looked up as August came into their area.  She was alarmed and frightened and unable to think straight--to move and hide or just deal with it.  Lucy remained hunkered down, but brought her arms to conceal her large breasts.  It was an uncomfortable moment.  The two women held their attention to August and Noah, both men were butt bare assed boldly naked.
	“Hello, ladies!” August chirped.  Noah grinned, but the image of the two indulging the horse still burned in his mind.  His cock was at half mast while August’s was at full staff.
	Surprisingly, Bradley-16, stood first, brushed her butt and then boldly stood and shook August’s hand.  “Bradley Taylor.” she said proudly.  She spoke well, had a bit of a deeper voice than most girls, was NOT a virgin--August’s astute eye could see the “folds” of her cunny.  Was she a horse fucker?
	Lucy was a little more apprehensive, but stood and shook the mens’ hands, smiled, and gave her name.
	“You guys just arrive?” August asked.
	“No, no, er, well, we’ve been--” Bradley’s eyes rolled as she tried to find a way to explain, she knew that she and Lucy were no longer where they had been, but WHERE they were now was elusive.
	“I know the feeling, it’s the same with us.” August offered.
	“We were--” started Lucy to explain their situation (of being nude).
	“No, we’re not a part of a nudist colony, either,” second guessing the woman, “but it’s a preference we prefer.”
	“Are there any others?” Bradley asked, “Like you?”
	“Yeah, we’ve got a homestead back aways.” August said, ‘but first’, “You’re invited to come with us, there’s plenty to go around, shelter, everything.”  everything.
	Lucy and Bradley looked to one another.  August pegged them both.
	Lightly he probed into their horsefucking minds.  How far with the horse had they gone, or would they go?  A whole lot, apparently.  They were a pair who helped disabled children in the mountains above a large city.  They also helped one another.  Both had observed one another “fooling around” with the horses.  The disabled children responded well and enjoyed themselves riding the horses, Lucy and Bradley took city dwellers on a mountain trail excursion, overnite campouts, etc.
	Upon finding out each of them had a thing for horses made things easier.  They liked boys, but boys were problems.  Horses didn’t have any hang-ups.  The two liked going naked, going bare back bare, and making love to one another, bringing one another to orgasm as only another girl knows how to do.
	They BOTH sucked their horses, jerked them off and rubbed the horse meat ALL over their naked bodies.  They weren’t too thrilled with horse piss, but horse cum was good.  (blech!)
	Bradley had laid out on a hay bale and had her horse fuck her, sort of.  There was no penetration, but close counts.  Lucy HAD had penetration, to her pussy!  Bradley had helped, Lucy fixed on the hay bale with Bradley guiding the horse meat into her cunny--after sucking the cock (and cunt) into a fury.
	They were high up on the meadow of Ute Mountain when they encountered their vortex.  They were riding naked, leaving their clothes and daypacks at an impromptu camp on the other side of the meadow; they were just out for a day’s riding--riding bare.
	The vortex got them.
	Though the area they had been in was not all that different from their own, they knew something was amiss.  They couldn’t find the meadow lake, their camp, the trail, or other assorted markers they knew of.  They knew the vortex was something, but not what.
	It had been just a couple of days. 
	In comparing cocks, it was no context, “Magic” the Wonder Horse had more.  But…
	August had the two suck anyways, Bradley latching onto Noah’s pecker while Lucy took on August’s.  Magic watched from beyond the small camp, dropping horse apples and bobbing his head, braying/whinnying and thoughts of beastly kind to his own.
	After a goodly suck, lip smacking, the girls assumed the doggie-style position.  Noah proudly butt humped Bradley, spanking her flanks and fucking her good.  Lucy lay out on her backside and received August’s manly prick.
	Afterwards, no rest for the wicked.  Lucy sucked off on Noah’s cock while August pegged her from behind, Bradley underneath sucking on everything hanging down.
	The two were spanked, peed on, spanked some more and finally escorted, with Magic in tow, back to the humble abode of August Moone.

	Another round of doinking, Katey in total awe.  DJ enjoyed the new pussy, Will could care less.  Ted, oh yeah, Bradley and Lucy were fine additions.
	No more arrivals came for an entire week!  August rode Magic out as far as he dared, and even a little more, staying out two nights.  He found more sheds that he soon began to believe DID have a purpose; to plant.  Duh.  But to plant the grass, flowers, trees, and even the dirt.  He didn’t understand the why of it, that would have to come later.  He hoped.
	Even after traveling some three days he found no other towns or homes.  At one point Magic sensed danger, he refused to trod on and threw August.  Upon searching about to discover the cause of Magic’s dilemma, August ran smack into a wall.
	An invisible wall.  It was not exactly “invisible” per se, it looked as if though he could go straight on to the meadow beyond.  But there was some sort of “wall” there, like glass or plexiglass or some such junk.  He tapped it and it resounded, like a warbling.  He tried tossing rocks UP to see how high it went.  He went along it for some time finding no break along his way.  At length he returned home to think.
	The following week he struck out in the other direction, Noah and Ted did likewise in other directions.  When reconverging  they reported encountering the “wall”, too.  So did August.  It was therefore determined that their new world was a mini universe, measuring 2days North, 3days South, 2days West and 3days East.  
	Was this a good thing?  Did it answer any pesky prevailing questions?
	Was the vortex the way in?  Was there a way out?
	August had to brood for a while.
	Thankfully there were distractions to take his mind off his enduring questions.

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