August Moone
Book II
Roadtrips & Sidetrips
Chapter Four
Dirty Doings Done Dirt Cheap

	 In the hidden secluded glen it was observed as September rummaged through a small ditty bad he had by his side.  Wendsy continued to suck on the young nude boy of seven before her, rubbing his ass and sucking wholly his cock and balls.  At length the young girl pulled back, smacking her lips and looking over the boy with glazed eyes.
	September then had in his hands what appeared to be alligator clips, he was grinning ridiculously like he was up to something.  (and he was.)
	August 2 had moved in a little closer, in the “form” that he was in he made little to no noise at all.  He seemed to be able to “glide” thru the glen.  He came right up close to the kids, and again Wendsy looked up.  Her face was calm, her eyes looked all about in scan mode.  Seeing nothing to disturb the interlude, though, the “incident” continued.
	To the young nude boy’s testicles Wendsy “attached” the alligator clips, the clips had a single wire connected to them, connected to a small green box September held in his hand.  The nude seven year was not pleased with the clips nipping his testicles.  Wendsy hushed him, tugged on his schlong and September attached another pair of clips to the boy’s earlobes.
	Another clip was attached to the tip of the boy’s penis itself.  He really began to get fussy and cry, Wendsy smacked his ass and the shock of the smack quieted the boy.  Wendsy then looked to her brother.  No words were spoken, September nodded his head and dug into his bag o’ tricks, retrieving a six inch slender object resembling something of a generic dildo.
	Some petroleum jelly was applied to the object, August 2 was amused.
	Wendsy bent the boy over her naked lap, the lad struggled and was smacked again, while holding the boy down and spreading his cheeks--September penetrated the boy’s rectum with the makeshift dildo.  The dildo had a wire leading from it, too.  The boy struggled, was smacked, and then stood up.  September standing to one side took the green boxy object in his hand and began to crank a small crank handle on its side.
	August was engrossed, totally.  This was a little more than expected from the two waifs.  He was sure that they must have a hell of a story to share.  The Ninth Month stopped cranking and offered the gadget to his nude sister, she smiled devilishly and flipped a small switch on the object.
	August 2, in whatever form he was in, felt the electrical charge discharging.  Even August the original debaucher felt the electricity.  The nude boy twitched and danced crazily before collapsing onto the forest floor, he drooled and twitched for several minutes thereafter.
	The boy heaved and was still alive, his blond hair was straightened out, though.  Wendsy and September smiled and seemed to be well pleased with their abnormal doings.  Wendsy then squatted onto the boy’s young face, pressing her young naked pussy right onto his mouth, facing down the boy’s nude still twitching body.
	She then went down and began sucking on his young cock, September began cranking the hand held generator.  Wendsy reached up and fondled her brother’s crotch and expertly with one hand fished out the boy’s schlong.  It was stiff and dripping cum already.  Wendsy stroked it, squeezed and September stepped closer.  Wendsy wrapped her sweet young lips about the boy’s pecker and began sucking.  September flipped the “discharge” switch.
	Wendsy began to pee as the nude boy beneath thrashed about wildly.  She sucked tenaciously on her brother’s cock, the nude seven year old began to pee, too.  Wendsy removed one of the clips from the little boy and attached it to her brother’s swelled nut sac, September grinned and cranked the generator and all three kids thrashed and twitched crazily.

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	In the center of the KOA was a small park and animal farm, a sort of petting zoo.  It was small and mostly actually had farm animals rather than foresty animals.  Except for a newcomer everyone in the vicinity was surrounding.  Charlotte was intrigued and after leaving the forest (and the two deviants within) she squeezed and dragged August to mingle and be nosey.
	Center attraction was a bear.
	August halted and froze up a bit.  Charlotte was interested, tried to get a little closer, twenty or so other peoples did likewise.  The bear was on a chain attached to a ranger who was showing the animal off.  “He’s gentle.” proclaimed the ranger.  August began to sweat.
	“You okay?” Charlotte finally asked.
	“Uh, I-I think I left something on back at camp.” he muttered, he began back peddling (quickly) and made a hasty retreat, leaving a perplexed Charlotte standing perplexed!
	Back at camp August still was upset--the image of the “bear” he had encountered shortly after his arrival on Walton’s Mountain during his Time Tripping escapade still haunted him.  
	And in part that only added (or aided) his notion about his Tripping thru Time and the Device’s abilities.  The image of the bear was incredible, the pains inflicted and the hot breath of the bruin were deeply entrenched in his psyche.  He HAD been there, he HAD been badly attacked.  Could a mere dream conjure up such sensations?
	Looking up he saw Charlotte coming into the campsite and he realized that he had left her standing at the zoo.  She wasn’t alone, she was in company with Wendsy and September.  (they were clothed and acted as if though NOTHING had happened at all.)
	Rusty and Danny returned as well, covered in grass stains, twigs, forest stuff.  They were good natured (er, sorry) giggling and being typical boys.  Charlotte’s motherly instinct kicked in and ushered the boys inside to change their clothes and clean up.  Happily they complied.  A sleepy head Winnie appeared at the door--she had remained in bed all this time, headache and experiencing her “monthly pesky visitor.”
	Charlotte knew and came to her aid.  August could see Rusty and Danny already butt bare assed naked.  Danny was coming along nicely.  (Winnie, too, for that matter.)  their past lives were mere dreams and odd bits and pieces of memories, they had fully adopted August and Charlotte as their “parental units.”  Rusty was their brother and the newest additions, cousins.
	Wendsy and September took their seats by the smoldering fire, they seemed just as absorbed with the smoldering smoke as when it was a full blaze.  
	“You two have a nice time out there?” August asked offhandedly.  He reached into the ice chest, fishing out some sodas and handed them out.
	Wendsy almost smiled, the corners of her lips curled up just so, there was a brief twinkle in her mischievous eyes of darkness.  She accepted the soda offering and nodded that they had.  September nodded, too; adding verbally that they had.  “We saw a slink and a skunk and a dead opossum!”
	The boy seemed most pleased about the dead opossum, describing in some details the critter’s remains.  Wendsy adding that it appeared to have been dead for a few days by the decomposition and the horde of maggots covering the body.
	Charlotte leaned in whispering, “Wanna go back and see the bear?”

	August still felt at odds about his knew ability.  It bugged him, greatly.  In some respects it was familiar, but in others it was new.  Was he yet again evolving?  In some respects he felt as though the Device Item 0110 was a curse.  A bane.  In some respects he wished solely that he had never laid hands on it; in that he wondered how his life would be had he returned from the desert inexperience w/o the Device?  There was no way of knowing, not for sure.  There were probably--choices.
	Choices.  Again the old desert codger Charlie Dugout filled his mind, he reeked of BO and booze, but had a mind of wisdom, wise words not followed.  
	There was no going back, though.  Or was there?  That was another option?  Could he go back?  He had avoided returning to the canyon where it had all begun so many years ago.  He doubted if he could even really find it!
	He shook his head, those things bugged him.
	In the camp trailer Rusty & Danny were naked, washing up and being silly young twelve year old boys.
	In his mind something stirred.  He felt at odds with it, but it was familiar.  He heard a high pitched whine that settled to a low drone, there was a haze that filled his eyes, then cleared.  He smelled the smoldering campfire, something sweet wafted along on the listlessly woodsy air; something dead lingered there, too.
	Whatever it was seemed to have passed.  He thought for a moment he was catching something.  He didn’t know, not for sure.  He shook it off and peered into the camp trailer; the boys looked frisky.  
	‘Danny, why don’t you lay against the bunk?’ the notion came to his noggin, it was a good notion--at first it was just a thought, a precept of what he would like to see; followed by:  ‘And Rusty, put you cock up his ass and fuck him!’
	Compliance!
	August was astounded.  He didn’t quite understand.  There was no HUD, no other odd feeling that the Device was a part of him.  This was a new nuance that he wasn’t sure he liked.
	But he was willing to give it a try….
	Charlotte cocked her head and watched as Rusty mounted up against Danny’s spreaded cheeks.  Casually her hand came about and found August’s stout organ.  Rusty guided himself all the way into his “brother” and began humping.  Unlike the other “children” of the family, Rusty was not fixed by the Device, he was narly on his own.
	The scene was wondrous, Rusty humped slowly, increased tempo, then went mad as the sensation of orgasm filled him.  He slowly down, smacked Danny’s freckled cheeks, pulled his cock out and slapped it against the boy’s flesh, then plunged himself back in.
	Danny had a hard-on, too, it humped the thin mattress of the bed he was against.  Happily he enjoyed being humped, he knew no better--thanks to the Device.
	August had an image in his mind, he transferred it to the boys and they readily complied.  Charlotte began hand jobbing August, pulling his pecker out of his pants and stroking him, Danny rolled over on the bunk, Rusty keeping his schlong buried into Danny’s hole.  Danny pulled his legs back, feet planted on the above bunk and the butt humping continued.
	August slipped his hand to Charlotte, fondling her ass and then easing his hand inside her jeans.  He found Char’s pussy a virtual swamp.  ‘Oh God!’ she mouthed as August’s talented fingers lightly probed her swollen womanness.
	Rusty finally achieved his ultimate goal.  He continued to hump to get his all, fondled Danny’s burgeoning schlong and then commenced with August’s new imagery:  ‘Suck him.’
	August rubbed Charlotte’s ass, she couldn’t stand just watching.  August patted her and she shuttled into the trailer, shucked her clothes and took over sucking Danny while Rusty crawled up and dropped his balls into Danny’s mouth.  Winnie came up and leaned against August leaning against the trailer.  He held her shoulders, she was glowing and seemed a little better.  His chin nuzzled the top of her head and for a moment--he desired her.  Not in the way of perversion, but in the normal typical Father-Daughter relationship.  
	He had no children, that he knew of, but there was a burning desire to have one.  There was something to that fatherhood stuff, to love and be loved.  He could probably do without the early years, the poopy diapers period, but the toddler years, the growing years, kindergarten, elementary, junior high, those would be special years to cherish.
	God, how he felt sappy!
	Checking the oddkins he found them mildly curious about the goings on in the trailer, too.  A head nod from their benefactor brought them up to peek in as well.  Charlotte had mounted Danny, his reddish prick buried to the hilt up into her body, feverishly she humped while in a serious lip lock around Rusty’s cock!
	Wendsy raised an eyebrow, September smiled, nodded, and pressed his sister’s body against his a little more firmly.  Again, the nuance of August could see absolutely that the younger sibling was fondling her older sibling, her hands delicately massaging the boy’s bone bulge.  September, on the sly (so he thought) raised Wendsy’s short dress.  Unlike most other girls, Wendsy preferred dresses, old style paisley type.  Girlish style and short.  It was raised up enough so as Ninth month could slip his hand inside the panties.
	August hand his own hand busy, slipped inside Winnie’s beige jeans, fingering her furry poon.  It was then discovered that Winnie was definitely experiencing her monthly visitor.  He wasn’t into that.  Winnie wasn’t too much in the mood, either, she watched the antics of Charlotte and the boys, then sat in the entryway with a calm face.
	August leaned hard against the trailer massaging his severely aching schlong; suddenly there was another hand helping out.  Wednesday.
	The girl had moved closer, August put his arm about her shoulder and hugged her, then being coy he undone his jeans.  Wendsy had no troubles fishing out his cock then, Auggie had no undies on.  September had pulled his sister’s panties down to fully expose her dainty lily white ass.  His twelve year old cock eased up between the girl’s cheeks and entered her.  Wendsy leaned over some, one hand on Winnie’s leg to support her self while brother dear humped her from behind.  Wendsy then latched her mouth about August’s cock and he was well pleased.
	September grinned, Rusty filled Charlotte’s mouth with his jiz, Danny filled Charlotte’s cunt with his, and someone farted.

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				Communing with Nature
		
	The development of “special powers” in whatever capacity they may be were best left to develop on their own.  So if was felt by August that whatever was happening to him should do so at its own pace.  So far as note there had been no glitches.  So far.
	On another “nature” walk a day or so later after the first one, those wonderful Narly Senses kicked in, alerting him to another poignant episode in the Eight Month’s career.  The woods surrounding the KOA were deep, a few creeks ran amok, the recent rainstorms had inundated the area with wetness, now making everything still very crisp and clean--and muddy.  
	Charlotte was in his company again.  They were bonding--if only on an esoteric level of relationship wise.  She mostly enjoyed being dicked, repeatedly and as nasty as possible.  When the “boys” of the family needed to pee, she most often had them pee on her--she then slurped on their schlong when they were done and it usually led to an all out fuck.
	The boys, including September this time, struck off on their own.  Wendsy and Winnie remained at the camp, doing camp things and chilling out.  August had finally managed to make love to the odd ten year old, Wendsy was NOT a virgin.  (duh)  But her young quim was tight and cock pleasing just the same.  (She took it up the ass, too.)  she loved being fucked, pleased, and spanked.  She loved other things, too, as we shall soon learn.
	Anyways--communing with nature.
	The Narly Senses directed him (and Charlotte) to come into a scene having three girls and four boys.  They were on a day outing, hiking into the wilderness, young people in their early teens.  (oh boy!)
	One girl had to make a “pit stop” along the way, they were on a small not well used nature path.  The gang stopped and the girl slipped off into the rough.  The wheels of Narly Business churned on to high speed.  Quietly he handed off a high tech video camera to Charlotte.  She was already wise, already August had been filming the narly exploits of the family thus far, he explained that it was one way in which he “earned” monies.  (but Char knew, too, that with a device such as the Device, “earning” monies was easy.)
	She took the offering and knew what to do with it when the time came.
	August concentrated a moment, sending out his Second Self, August 2.
	Success!
	At first there was a bit of dizziness to contend with, then he saw the forest, in an odd sort of way, it was like looking through a cone, his peripheral vision was a mixture of mixed colors all run into one another.  He could zoom forward, side to side, and even backwards.  
	Turning he could see himself and Charlotte.
	That was a little disturbing so he moved onward.
	Onward thru the trees and bushes (not literally) until he found the squatting girl having a pee.  She was cleaning her poon having concluded her business and was standing up.  
	‘Stop!’ he commanded.  He didn’t know for sure if it would work, but he saw a glimpse of brain wave activity, it wasn’t the HUD he was used to, now he saw the “display” of the Device in a black field hovering in his eyes.  Using mental abilities he scanned down to the COMMAND PROMPT icon and mentally highlighted it.  
	The 13ish yr old girl did pause in her dressing, clutching her jeans and panties.  August drank her in while she was paused, a short blond haired girl, nice chest, great ass, actually nearly fourteen.  He found that he could come right up to her and look her over carefully, even seemingly to “squat” down before her and scrutinize her cunny.  Her jeans and undies were held just at the crease of her ass.  He saw drops of glistening pee on the young hairs of her snatch.  
	He didn’t seem to have the ability to “touch” though.  That was disappointing.  Oh well, can’t have everything.
	“Damn, Marcia, whattya doing in there?” 
	The voice of an impatient boy yapped into his psyche.
	Instantly his Second Sight looked over the nearby waiting teens, one teen was off to one side trying to hide, trying to hide the fact that he was masturbating.  His cock wasn’t out of his jeans, but he rubbed the heel of his hand into his bulge and was having quite the little problem.
	The three other boys scuffed the ground and looked aimlessly about, one other lad of the group also had a boner going.  The other two girls looked about the forest nonchalant.
	All three were possibles.  One was tall, one was short, one was the prettiest of the bunch but not necessarily the slut.  One was a tomboy, one could probably suck the chrome off a ’57 Chevy.  The one taking a pee break was the prettiest, she smelled of perfume, designer jeans, purple panties with flowers, creamy skin, elegant watch and earrings.
	August focused his Attention on the main group, temporarily leaving the Prissy girl.  To each member of the group he settled on, wafting his embrace of Composure, easing them into an inability to be themselves.  Zombiefying them in other words.  He determined that his Second Self was just an extension of the Device.  Or a reasonable facsimile thereof!
	With the gang “composed” they were ready.  August the Original and Charlotte came closer, Charlotte holding the camcorder and waiting for the “show” to begin.
	She didn’t have to wait long; the four boys came to line up shoulder to shoulder, Marcia came out of where she had gone to pee, still clutching her clothes.  The boys looked at her, eyes wide and mouths open same.  The kids could see, hear, feel, touch, sense, and be very aware of their dire circumstance.
	The girls lined up before the boys shoulder to shoulder.
	All the teens seemed to try and wriggle out of the “confines” they were in, it was just too strange to cope with.  Marcia let go of her jeans and panties and the garments slid down to her knees.  The two boys having the most close eyeing of the girl looked, they both sported major bulges and errections with one lad having some seepage action going on.
	August focused his attention on the girls, Along with Marcia there was Bonnie and Anna.  Marcia was approx. 14 while the other two were 13.  Marcia had long silky perfect blond hair, a perfect bod, great teeth, perfectly shaped poon that was lightly trimmed, 28Bs.  Her companions Annie and Bonnie were okay, too--Anna sported reddish brown hair, green eyes, long limbs was she, not designer clothes, slouched shoulders, perky nose, heavy bangs with thick hair all about to her small pomegranate seized breasts.  Bonnie was the tomboy, short sassy sandy brown hair, smooth skin but there were some minute scars, soft eyes, a more congenial outlook on most things.
	The command was sent to them--’Remove your tops.’
	The command was accepted, digested, and repulsed.  But the girls found that they were not able to stop themselves from doing just that, removing their pullover tops.  A pink bra (Marcia), a powder blue bra (Anna) and a typical simple white bra worn by Bonnie.
	The bras were cast off to the ground as well moments later, much to the chagrin of the boys standing before the disrobing girls.  All four boys now had major erections going, two were “cumming” off right then and there.
	‘Not to worry, lads, you won’t be in agony long.’ smirked August.
	The three girls stood bare chested, each girl had a nice rack, perfect breasts, supple and lovely to look at.  The boys looked, August lusted, Charlotte filmed.
	‘Alrighty now…’ August sneered, it was the boys’ turn.
	No biggie there, the boys stripped off their shirt and were bare chested as well.  Only Charlotte was seemingly amused by the bare chested lads, but it was noticed, too, that the girls somewhat were lustful, too.
	But the fright and confusion overwhelmed them all.  August couldn’t do anything about that--nor did he want to.  That would detract from the realism that he wanted from them.
	Shoes and socks were next.  The gang had daypacks and they, too, were cast off to one side.  August paused a moment, still lusting at the bare chested girls.  He shifted his attention to the boys, then back to the girls.  
	‘Take down his pants.’ August said directed his attention strongly to Marcia.  The girl hesitated and balked, but the unknown power overwhelmed her and she found her fingers working on the jeans of the tallest (and oldest) boy of the group.  He was kinda handsome, 14 yrs young, athletic minded (or destined).  He held himself together, clenching his fists, staring straight ahead into the woods as his jeans were lowered to his ankles.
	His name was Hank and he wore boxers.  In so wearing boxers with the open flap his rock hard schlong instantly sprang out and “greeted” Marcia.  The girl reared back staring at the pronounced schlong.
	Mmmmmmm, time for a little Q&A?  August didn’t know for sure if it would work in the current mode he was in, but he was willing to give it a try.
	‘Marcia,’ he began slowly, have you played with a guy’s cock before?’
	There was no verbal answer, he didn’t expect one, but she nodded her pretty head in the negative.  ’Have you seen a boy’s cock before?’  She nodded in the positive this time.  ’A little boy?’  and another affirmative nod.
	‘Are you a virgin?’
	Yes.
	‘Do you masturbate, please yourself?’
	Yes/yes.
	‘Do you wanna get fucked?’\
	The girl neither answered verbally or in any other capacity, she was shocked.
	‘Grip his stick.’
	The command stung her like ice, she couldn’t.  she stared at the pulsating prick, the bob of its nob already glistening with pre-cum.  August insisted and Marcia raised a trembling hand to Hank’s handsome cock.
	The others could well enough see the goings on, they were in disbelief and extreme awe.  Marcia wrapped her delicate hand about the cock and squeezed it, bringing her hand all the way down to the boy’s base.
	‘Kiss it!’
	Marcia reared back, mouth hanging open, there was no way, no fucking way she was going to comply with that horror.  It was disgusting, repulsing.  All eyes were upon her, though, as down she came and her perfect lips brushed against the cummy cock.
	Soon the entire head of Hank’s hunk was engulfed and the preppy prissy girl swallowed him whole.  She naturally retched and gagged, almost choked, but she completed the task at hand--in mouth, receiving a copious amount of male jiz for her efforts.  
	Hank couldn’t stop himself, it was an instinctive reaction to shoot one’s load at the height of orgasmic pleasuring.  One big load emptied into Marcia’s sweet mouth, another blast coated her equally sweet face.  Another load (and the remaining) were splashed onto Marcia’s bare chest.
	Anna had the task of satisfying the already cum shooting James.
	Anna it was learned was NOT a virgin, she masturbated daily, had had sex with an older brother as well as her uncle and had engaged immorally with her 6th grade math teacher.
	But all in all she was a good girl.  She was sweet, charming, helpful, a girl scout, honor student.  She was not overly opposed to sucking off on James, just not when other peoples were about.
	She sucked James, he filled her mouth fully, splashed some on her face and emptied the rest (by August’s command) onto her breasts.
	Bonnie seriously tried to hold off taking Kyle’s jeans down, he was the only one in walking shorts.  He was a soccer player, robust, very nice and handsome at the tender age of 13, sweet looking.  Bonnie--the tomboy, admitted to fingering herself and molesting little boys she babysat for, but nothing serious.  She was a virgin but had given a boyfriend a hand job.
	Hank was a virgin, too, along with James.  Kyle, though, had humped a YOUNGER sister and butt fucked his older cousin.  Bonnie closed her eyes and dismissed the presence of the others, she readily accepted the task and sucked on Kyle until he creamed her.
	The last boy, Robbie, was a short dumpy lad of thirteen, a little pudgy, he hadn’t quite shucked the baby fat years of his childhood.  Anna and Marcia undressed him.  Bonnie sucked his stout cock while Marcia kissed his ass flesh and Anna sucked on his testicles!

	The girls laid down on the still damp forest floor.  Kyle taking Marcia’s pants and panties on off while James stripped off Anna’s and Kyle with Robbie did so to Bonnie. 
	Once more the boys’ cocks sprang to life, there was plenty of life surging still in the boys’ cum shooters.  They stared and the naked girls, they couldn’t help if they wanted to.  The girls lay still, prone, and very frightened.  Their emotions had been successfully curbed and that was good, the prissy girl--Marcia, was the only one who showed adverse emotion.
	‘Go down on her.’ Kyle was so instructed, the nude boy with a raging boner went to his knees, lightly parted the quivering Marcia’s legs and lowered his head down to her quim.  The girl wriggled and tried in vain to prevent the tongue lashing; but once the deed was commencing she settled down.  It was a violation, it was indecent, it was out in the open and a whole lot of other nouns to describe the situation--but it was, too, sexually stimulating.  Marcia bucked into Kyle’s handsome face, he was not so much into tongue licking a girl’s pussy--but he was invigorated by it just the same.  Cum began to drip from his cock.
	‘Go on, lay on her, suck her titties, put your cock in her.’
	Kyle complied--all too willingly.  The others watched.  Marcia fidgeted and fussed as her cunny was broken in.  She managed to mouth out, “Oh God!”  the fuck was incredible, reaching climatic speeds in near nano seconds.  Kyle was not a virgin, but humping a girl like Marcia was something.
	James, Hank, and Robbie were having fits, too.  Hank got to lay his tongue into Anna’s quim with James diddled Bonnie’s.  And so’s husky Robbie wasn’t left out, he got his cock and balls washed by Bonnie, straddling her face.
	James came up and entered the girl’s virgin quim, her mouth was filled with Robbie’s fat balls, her hand working his shaft.  James sank himself into the girl fully and humped his heart out.  Robbie shot a massive wad of boy spunk, shooting some of it onto camp friend James.  James didn’t care for the cum splattering, but he was too engrossed in fucking Bonnie to make too much of a fuss.
	   
	Each boy had a chance with the girls, for the most part they were willing.  The girls were so-so, the sexual ecstasy that stemmed from the encounter was alright, it was just the fact that they were doing it, in the open, in the forest.  None of the kids knew one another all that well, they were just fellow campers.
	Slowly August slipped notions of a sexual nature into their noggins, breaking down the barriers and instilling the desire to fuck.  To fuck and be dirty, be very dirty.  To willing suck cock, lick pussy, take it up the ass, be spank, be peed on.  It applied to both the girls as well as the boys.
	Charlotte couldn’t believe what she was seeing.  She filmed it regardless, but was in disbelief.  The Device Item 0110 was surely a dangers weapon, in anyone’s hands.  The potential of such a Device had no limits.  August had causally mentioned that other than being the supreme bank robber and sexual deviant, why--	there was no bounds to the depravity he could perform.
	He had notions, too, about visiting Hollywood and checking up on a few starlet his cock demanded attention of.  Or a daycare center would be suitable, too.

	Marcia found herself receiving James in her pussy, Kyle up her backdoor, and in her mouth was Robbie.  Beside them lay Bonnie and Anna in a 69er with Hank plowing Bonnie’s ass as she was on top.  Charlotte had sucked her clothes on the assurance that the kiddies were not aware of their presence.  She helped August out of his and they joined the teens.
	The video camera was set up to operate on its own, and August found that with his Second Self, tied in someway with the Device, the camera DID function in focusing in on the group’s shenanigans.
	August spread open Anna’s legs, Bonnie holding them.  He first slipped his prick into Bonnie‘s mouth.  Hank had successfully cum off into Bonnie’s ass and sat back fondling his oh so aching cock, cum still spurting form it.  After August’s own schlong was tremendously hard he guided it into Anna’s cunt and fucked her deliriously.
	Charlotte slurped on Marcia’s swollen cunt while Robbie plowed into her asshole.  James straddled Marcia’s face, his testicles in her mouth.  Charlotte went to his cock and sucked while Robbie continued his bout in Char’s ass.
	And there came the time when the boys needed to pee.  They had cum all that they were gonna cum, now was the time to pee.  Charlotte had an unusual fascination with Water Sports.  Each boy stood before her and urinated on her, splashing his recycled water onto her face, tits, and especially her cunny.
	August was amused.
	Charlotte also wanted to be spanked.  Hard!
	And after her ass was beat tomato red, she wanted HER turn, spanking the boys as well as the girls until they couldn’t stand it.  THEN, she wanted them ALL to lick her cunny AND asshole.  August didn’t know what had gotten into the woman, but he was seriously rubbing off on her.
	Each girl enjoyed being sandwich fucked.  August only sodomized Kyle, but he put it to the boys to butt hump and cock suck one another as the girls enjoyed cunt sucking.
	An hour was spent dinking with their minds, erasing the encounter memories of August and Charlotte, instilling outrageous sexual notions with one another, each other, then sending them on their way thru the woods on their intended destination, butt bare assed naked.
	August and Char returned to camp.

Come See, Come Saw, just plain cum
	When the Narly Senses kicked in August went into Stealth Mode, he brought Charlotte with him; the Device rendered the two invisible and as quietly and carefully as they could they stole back into their campsite, still butt bare assed naked.
	The camp appeared to be in order, no one was home, though.  The campfire smoldered, the laughter of kids could be heard in an adjoining campsite not seen.  Birds twittered, squirrels scampered.  The sound of the creek was inviting, the coolness of the secluded camp site soothing.  But something was amiss.
	Training his Narly Senses, sending out his Second Self he glided thru the camp, coming up to the closed door of the trailer.  The flaps were up, though so peering in thru the mesh screen was no problem to see inside.  And inside it was NOT empty.
	On the bed in the front of the camp trailer romped the oddkin children, Wendsy (Wednesday) and September.  Both were nude and both had those alligator clips attached to their bodies.  To their nipples, to Septermber’s testicles, the head of his cock--which was buried to the hilt inside Wendsy cunt; to Wendsy’s pussy lips, her ears, and a probe up her ass.
	September pushed his cock into his sister’s snatch, cranked the hand held generator and Wendsy flipped the “release” switch.  The two jerked and twitched and freaked out.  September tried his best to fuck as the electrical jolts seethed through his body.
	August found it incredibly strange.  (duh)
	Winnie and the boys returned to camp, August and Charlotte emerged and utilized the outside shower of the camp trailer.  Wendsy and September came out, Wendsy in a pair of beige walking shorts and a simple summer top, September in cut offs.  The blatant nudity of the parental units was accepted, all eyes watched, though, as August bent Charlotte over and showed the kiddies a magic act--the Disappearing Cock!
	Thereafter August and Char dressed, lunch was prepared and then it was time for a togetherness walk and a frolick.  A brief nature walk, a little more spying with slim results, but a bonding walk just the same.  August’s cock though talented and enduring needed the respite.  Charlotte, though, when Rusty and Danny stepped off the trail to pee, halted them, stripped off her clothes and had the boys shower her.  Wendsy raised and eyebrow.  August cuddled her into his body as they stood and watched.  Charlotte took each boys’ cock and sucked it when he was through peeing.  September joined in at the last minute--might as well.
	Once more Wendsy slipped her hand down and sought out her benefactor’s cock.  Once she had it out of his walking shorts she lowered her (with his help)  She wore no panties.  August angled her over to a stump nearby, she leaned over and August removed her shorts and slipped his big fuck stick up her ass.  The young girl gripped the remaining bark of the stump and reeled in having her asshole filled so to capacity.
	Charlotte now lay out on the small woodsy trail, Danny plowing his way up her backdoor, Rusty in her pussy, and September receiving the blowjob of a lifetime!
	Winnie got the nod to strip down and she did.  Once nude the girl came to August and when he had filled Wendsy asshole with his juices, Winnie both sucked his cock as well as licked clean Wendsy’s pooter hole.
	Despite the fact that his dick was aching terribly, he lay out among the ferns and clover, Wendsy lay on him, she straddled him, laid her head upon his sweating heaving chest and nearly dozed.  Winnie lay beside them, across the trail Charlotte lay on September fucking his brains out while she sucked tenaciously on Rusty and Danny standing aside.
	August ran his fingers thru Wendsy’s dark hair.  She (and her brother) were a very strange pair.  Wendsy drew her hands up under her as she nestled on him, gently without being sexual about it he caressed her ass and backside.  Checking Winnie, the girl was asleep.
	Above wisps of summer clouds drifted aimlessly along.  A red tailed hawk soared o’er head, calling out he’s presence.  A wind breezed through the boughs, Wendsy closed her eyes and fell to sleep.
				Kamp Werthahekahwee

	Not fitting in would be an understatement.  Summer camp was a couple of weeks (during summer) when a kid could shirk home duties and his/her other life and be absorbed in another.  Summer camp was an experience to behold, revered, and appreciated (usually in later years upon reflection.)  
	In environment, campers learn how their actions, thoughts and feelings affect themselves and others. They gain a new perspective on dealing with their issues in a more positive way. Campers learn leadership skills through  wilderness programs with timely and effective counseling interventions. 
	The camping experience provides an opportunity for boys and girls to think without being mired in the distractions and traps that ordinarily surround them. The goal is to help the campers consider positive things they can do to eliminate their negative, self -destructive behaviors and develop leadership skills that will help them succeed later in life.
	You can make a face and roll your eyes now.
	Clap trap rhetoric will get you little to nowhere except high marks in cynism.   Kamp Werthahekahwee chartered to adolescents in the age group of ten to 14, nestled in the pines of some remote mountain in some unnamed mountainous area.  It was run by a brother & sister team who were--the epitome of overzealous and possibly gay.  They were boardline subjects for one of those Sunday Morning Christain tv shows along with the M-F kiddie shows.  Way-way too happy, conceited, overbearing, smoked something as a test subject in their younger years, and too much time outdoors.
	They instantly picked up on the two weird children who disembarked from the bus that had brought the newest batch of kampers up from the city.  The two stood out, inasmuch as did the two kamp coordinators, Betsy Sue and Lonnie Addams.
	Weird from the get go.  On both counts!
	It was most obvious that the two new kampers did not fit in, their style of clothes, their general appearance, their entire persona.  But Betsy Sue and Lonnie decided that they would bring the two weirdos into the fold and make them into true blue campers!
	Famous last words.
	Surprisingly the two oddballs excelled in their efforts to be like the norm of their fellow campers; albeit with a few peculiar perks here and there.  Wendsy nailed the archery bullseye while brother September split the arrow with a hatchet.
	Neither did any swimming but did okay in the drowning department--neither actually drowned but upon jumping off the pier into shallow waters to “pretend” drowning, the two “disappeared” for a time and were thought to have drowned.  Which put a major panic in the two equally odd way too happy zealots in charge of the shindig summer gathering.
	They were relieved when Wendsy and September were found on shore at the opposite end of the lake.  
	And although Lonnie Addams was somewhat of a biology nut and expert (loudmouth) on forest fauna and its creatures within, Wendsy and September’s bizarre behavior about the subject of insect dissection was a little disturbing. 
	There, too, were some unexplained fires, odd lingering smells during meal times that caused the munchers to hurl and become quiet ill.  Noises, too, strange unusual noises (of the spooky kind) were heard all hours of the day and night.
	Then there were the voles.  The woods having no rats, voles would do.
	The voles came almost in droves, a great gathering of the small rat-like creatures came scurrying among the campers while they slept in their beds --sending shrieks to high heaven as the discoveries were made.  Many a girl, and some boys, wet themselves a result.
	There were more fires, mostly in the crappers--the stench soiled the air and made more campers ill and wetting themselves.
	A prissy 12 yr old from California screamed to high heaven (and scattered many a bird to the high winds) as she took her turn at being a “drowning” victim.  Her rescuer was supposed to be the timid Wendsy, but Wendsy didn’t budge, shrugging her shoulders and announcing at last that she didn’t swim.  And wouldn’t.
	The girl in the water suddenly let out a screech as she bobbed about in only chest high water, she suddenly disappeared under the water and when she did emerge she shouted that something had “gotten her.”
	She then disappeared under the waters again.
	Lonnie jumped in fully clothed--and promptly found the one single large nail--it went thru his foot.  More birds were scattered to the winds as Lonnie screamed a tremendous scream of incredible distress.  Sister Bettsy Sue jumped in to help--and was promptly pulled under the water as well.
	There were a few camp counselors, the oldest only 18ish, they came scurrying to the rescue--only to be mysteriously “tripped” and “attacked” by something in the water.
	The only real injury was to Lonnie’s foot, how a 6-inch nail came to be in the water were the swimmers were was unknown.  The first girl, prissy sunny oh too eager socialite Amanda surfaced on shore, naked, clad in seaweed and lake muck.  Betty Sue emerged not far from her, naked and deranged.
	Camp was almost closed.  But the thought of “refunding” the parents of the campers’ money--it didn’t sit well with Betty and Lonnie, they instead cancelled any water activities until they could drain the lake and find out what had happened.
	By the end of the first week the camp was in chaos.  By the end of the first week six campers had gone home--for various reasons.  A camp counselor teen had gone home, too--after finding in her bed some lizards and spiders, and voles.
	By the end of the first week, Betty Sue and Lonnie, too; were wondering if they had made a valid effort in their career choices.  The Indians of the area who sometimes helped out and gave speeches, took the kiddies on nature walks and provided the camp with horseys, declined--citing that Kamp Werthahekahwee was fraught with mojo--bad spirits.
	By the end of the second week Betty Sue and Lonnie, too, were in agreement.  Several more campers had gone home, one had left in the middle of the night screaming his head off as he ran butt bare assed buck naked down the gravely road.
	All the foresty animals that frequented the camp failed to even come near.  The fish in the lake died.  The camp well water had a distaste to it, Betty Sue awoke one morning to find that she had “apparently” wet her bed.
	Mojo (or bad spirits) were at work at the camp.  TWO bad spirits.  Two vindictive sinister demented spirits.  They had been chastised and suspected of causing the calamities that plagued the camp and thus so ostracized by their fellow campers.
	No matter, Wendsy and September preferred it that way.
	During the last and third week of their stay, paranoid & pissed Lonnie caught September lighting a bag of fecal; matter afire.  September was hauled out in front of his fellow campers, Betty Sue bringing Wendsy who had been caught slipping beheaded lizards into some beds.
	They were being admonished, ridiculed and embarrassed before all.  Lonnie and Betty Sue announced that it was Wendsy & September who were the cause of all the kampers’ problems.
	As punishment they would no longer be allowed to participate in the kamp’s remaining activities and they would be sent home directly.  (After some personal punishment was conducted.)
	The kampers (now in the low 20s) all jeered.
	Wendsy and September were to be spanked before everyone and everyone would also get a wallop chance.  Neither child moved or made a fuss about the impending punishment.  Betty Sue had a large paddle with holes in it, Lonnie had a belt.
	It was disturbing in that September nor his sister wailed, cried, flinched, or made any sign of distress during their public spanking.  When five swats to each’s behind had come and gone and the two supreme campers were pissed and mystified, and before the weapons of punishment could be handed over--Wendsy whispered into Betty Sue’s ear.
	The woman went ash white and frantically whispered into her brother’s ear.  The punishment ceased with a warning and a stint of staying the small “happy” house for the remainder of the camping experience.
	The happy house had a small tv with only one channel--24 hours of ridiculously cutesy cartoons and Sunday School programs.  Stuffed animals and bright colors were everywhere within, one window--blocked up and one door.  There was a couch and two cots with a bathroom.
	Wendsy and her brother detested the private cabin--too cutesy, cheery, and etc.  Betty Sue and Lonnie with the remaining campers insisted and escorted the two oddballs to the happy home, Wendsy addressed her convectors--”You will be sorry, the bane of your actions will be your undoing.”
	Lonnie was frightened, Betty Sue pushed the two oddkins inside and locked the door.  “We’re calling their parents.”
	Good luck. 	
	There seemed to be no parents to call.  The number provided with the check had been “disconnected” and there was no forwarding phone number given.  It bothered Lonnie, but he was soothed by his domineering sister in that she explained the oddkins were locked up and out of the way, there were only three days remaining, the bus from the city would be up to take the retched siblings away and that would be that.
	And she added that they would contact the childrens’ parents and sue the hell out of them.
	Lonnie was cool with that and let it be.
	Betty Sue should have listened to her brother and sent the two oddkins packing…
	For the remaining campers, preparations were to be made for the big to-do at the end of the camping experience.  Many of the campers would have their parents arriving for the show, it was a way to show off what they had learned for the three weeks of their stay.  It would never be forgotten.
	For the stuff animals in the Happy House, they would never forget, either.  Their cutesy smiling faces, plush fabrics, multi colors so bright--their softness, their pure persona of instilling happiness to gloomy gusses.  It didn’t wash with September or Wendsy.  First of first the heads of the stuffed toy plush animals were ripped off.  Followed by dismemberment of the arms and legs, then the torsos were gutted.
	The tv was simply unplugged and turned on its face.  September went to work on the wiring and by nightfall had successfully unlocked the door using electricity.
	At first the two had decided to collect their things and simply leave.
	At first.
	Second thought was to bring the camp down, burn it to the ground, and everyone in it, too.  Then Wendsy spotted the poster of the Big Event on the coming Friday.  A joyful Thanksgiving, a play about the first Thanksgiving put on by the Kamp Werthahekahwee players.  Amanda Hugginkiss was to play the lead role.  Wendsy detested the uppity bitch.  A notion formed in Wendsy’s noggin, she smiled.  September saw the smile and knew the look.  He smiled, too.

	In the private room of the main building where supreme kampers Lonnie and Betty Sue made their home, Wendsy and Lonnie once more utilized a video camera they had acquired.  They began filming right as Lonnie’s cock began squirting its juices, filling completely sister Betty’s mouth.  His ooze drizzled out of the corners of her mouth, she kept the member in her mouth and fully continued sucking him.
	Lonnie rolled on the balls of his feet, arching his body with hands flailing about madly as the cock suck sensation was wondrous.  Betty Sue pulled free and gulped down her brother’s juices, then latched onto his naked fuzzless testicles.  Both siblings were nude.  Twin beds had been pushed together, the covers were all askew, but the siblings were in the middle of the semi-lit room, butt naked and fully involved.
	Bringing Lonnie’s cock back to life took a little doing, it still leaked its juices, now, though, onto Betty’s face and ear as she continuously sucked his hairless balls.  Her hands smacked/clutched at his ass as she devoured him.  Lonnie’s arms were now flailing about madly, face contorting, ass cheeks flinching. 
	Then, with Lonnie’s cock now back to life, Betty Sue gripped it, humped it with her hand, kissed the head of it and licked the piss slit.  She then just laid out on the floor, opening her legs.  Her shoulder length brown hair pasted to her shoulders, her nude body of 30-something lathered already in a sheen layer of sex sweat.
	Lonnie eased down to her, running his hands on her knees and up her legs.  To her vibrant ready-to-eat-and-fuck cunt he pressed his thumbs to the meat, pulling the lips opened he gleamed at the desert and then went in.  Tongue first.
	September’s cock was out in Wendsy’s hand.  He operated the video cam while sister Wendsy operated his cock.
	Lonnie soon came up between Bettsy’s legs, laying his tormented cock against her cunny.  His hands (and soon mouth) groped about her lovely twin 38Bs, the nipples he tweaked and nipped before sliding his erection into her love canal.
	Betty arched her back and began making odd noises as the fucking on the floor commenced.  Wendsy felt her brother’s cock just at the cumming off point, she went to her knees and took his schlong into her mouth and began sucking it madly until he was satisfied.

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	The day of the big shindig, well--it didn’t go quite as planned.  But no matter, it was memorable just the same.  No one would forget it.  But Wendsy and September seemed to have been forgotten, no one came to check on them during the few days prior.  It only fueled the fire burning within the two oddkins.  
	But never fear, the two siblings appeared, right in the pivotal portion of the Thanksgiving play.  The parents had come up to see the presentation, the some of the kiddies would be going home with them, the rest would wait out the remainder of the camping experience before heading home on the coming Friday.
	Wendsy & September had been very busy since their departure from the Happy Hut.  Kamp Werthahekahwee would never be the same.
	Just as prissy “Priscilla Jones”/aka Amanda Hugginkiss, presented her speech about the offering of the joyous bounty equally provided by her peoples and the Indians, in Indian costume Wendsy appeared.  She hadn’t been at dress rehearsal, but no matter.
	No one really knew that it was her, the original Indian speaker, Fratima Frogue was tied up, indisposed.  She was another prissy cunt socialite, she was later found in the dressing room at the bottom of the costume bin, naked and well “broken in.”
	Back to the stage…
	Wendsy gave an compelling speech; a stoic face, facing the audience, denouncing the Thanksgiving as a ruse of the whiteman, giving the Indians falsities in the generosities to come.  “My people will suffer and be ridiculed; we will sell our trinkets by the roadside, whiteman will wear cassimere and drive stick shifts.” she continued her banter until her last statement:
	“The gods have spoken to me, we have been warned tot to trust these pitiful pilgrims, especially Priscilla Jones!  So for these reasons it has been decided that this village and all around it must be destroyed!”
	And with that a mighty whoop she emitted and flaming arrows erupted from the shadows.  Prissy Priscilla was quickly subdued by Wendsy, she was forced up to a pole and tied there securely.  Meanwhile, a large screen was presented, it was for nature shows and pep talks and such as that.  This time, however, the parents and kampers all got a personal view of Lonnie and Betty Sue engaged in sexual activities.
	The stage set began to burn by the flaming arrows from September’s bow.  Stager players began running amok; struck down, however, by September’s arrows of flames.
	The parents sitting in the bleachers were about to help when the entire bleach seats “collapsed” in on itself, causing “great bodily harm” to the parental units.  Chaos reigned supreme that day.  Mayhem most high.  There were casualties strewn about everywhere.
	Only a few select few were allowed to endure the calamity.  Priscilla/Amanda was one.  Wendsy faced her, an apple had been pushed into the frightened prissy girl’s mouth, Wendsy smiled and then began slicing at the pilgrim dress the girl wore.  She wore a bra and panties of the delicate kind, but had peed in her panties.  September appeared, butt naked, coated in war paint.  Amanda nearly freaked, her eyes focused on September’s nudity.
	Other girls had been rounded up, Wendsy smiled at them and pressing her blade to Amanda’s throat, the girls undressed.  The building surrounding them smoldered.  Lonnie and Betty Sue looked on in horror, tied securely together, stripped naked of their clothing. 
	The surviving parental units looked up from the mire they were in, disbelieving the horror they witnessed; the nude Indian brought Amanda’s legs up about his waist, the girl still tied securely to the pole.  Then the nude painted Indian began to have sex with the girl.
	Wendsy raised her Indian dress and squatted over a pilgrim, peeing on the girl’s face.  September took his turn, wrestling the girl into a doggie-style position.  No one could come to the hapless 12 yr old’s aid, September reamed her relentlessly then casually pushed her off of the stage and went for another.
	Wendsy--Wendsy slashed at the pilgrims, removing their clothing and scalping them.  September had the task of deflowering them.
	The furor of the two oddkins began to settle.  Both September and Wendsy put the surviving girls, Amanda included, into sucking on Lonnie’s cock.  September took his last turn at fucking Betty Sue.
	When the furor of the two oddkins settled, they collected their things and completed burning Kamp Werthahekahwee to the ground.  All the vehicles were disabled (destroyed) and the kamp became a memory of horror.