August Moone
Book II
Roadtrips & Sidetrips
Chapter 5
Places Everyone, Places!

	Sirens could be heard just before sunset.  The oddkins remained in the woods; they held hands and continued their trek.  There was no apparent destination in mind.  They merely smiled (a rarity, but due to the debacle they had created at the Kamp, they were proud of their astounding achievement(s).)
	A helicopter annoyed them, but it was getting too late for the chopper to make much ado about being a pest.  Wendsy paused a moment, took in the serenity of the forest, it was okay--but she would rather prefer some gloomy cemetery, a spooky old house where many a murder and general mayhem had been committed.
	But the darkening of the forest was just as appropriate.

	They traveled partially into the bleak night, it got a little chilly, and damn dark.  Wendsy crawling over a log along their way slipped and got her foot stuck in some exposed roots of tree along the path.  September thought “stout” used his girth and might and force and dire determination to force the tree to “give”, free his young sibling’s foot.
	The foot was badly bruised and smarted some.  September carried her.
	This didn’t last long, though; when the moon came up to illuminate the forest area, September sought shelter.  A nice conclave side of a giant boulder came to be.  Wendsy was tired from her day’s doings and was sound to sleep.  September undressed and wetted down a portion of the forest.  To his sister he stared at her, the moonlight gently caressed her in its light.
	She still wore the Indian dress from the play, September removed it without awakening her.  She bore no panties, which bummed September out--he rather enjoyed a girl in her undies.  Especially his sister!
	Feeling himself in a particular mood (still) he scrunched up to his dozing sister, took her hand and wrapped her fingers about his organ.  Lightly he began having her hump.  Slowly he worked up quite a boner; he smiled as he inched the schlong to his sister’s face, to her always cock hungry mouth. 
	Suddenly, though, there was intense pressure about his member.  Usually he didn’t mind, but this time, however--she also clutched at his tender nut sac.  Though generally he could tolerate most pain and enjoyed it as well, Wendsy had a manner in which made pleasure painful.
	He ceased his activities and lay sullen beside her.  The rest of the night went uneventful.

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	There were other “incidents” the duo encountered before being “discovered” at the rest stop.  Those to come in due time.  August wrinkled his nose and felt the strong urge to pee.  But Wendsy was curled into him very snuggly.  The new nuance of the Device seemingly enabled him to “see” Wendsy’s experiences--or that of what she wanted him to see.  
	It was a little frightening knowing the two oddkins could commit such heinous endeavors; murder, mayhem, destruction on a grand scale of sexual immorality and horrors untold.  The news of the kids’ doings had hit the airways, made national news.  The FBI and CIA were involved, National Guard, too.  A nation wide search was out for the perpetrators, whoever they might be.  There were conflicting stories from all parties (surviving) involved.  It was going to be awhile before anything was concrete.  But the most poignant story was that the horror of Kamp Werthaheckahwee was caused by two mischievous odd children.
	August was a little disturbed by what he had heard, learned, and “saw.” But he concluded that Wendsy and September were alright regardless, in his care anyways.  They were among their “own kind” now.  Sexual depravity was a way of life for the group-family.	 August wasn’t too keen on murder, scalping, or out and out torture to result in death; nor was he overly opposed.  It just wasn’t his preference.  
	Shit happened and “victims/subjects” necessitated their demise.  It was for self-preservation--August didn’t care to have his freedom (or life) cut short by an uncooperative subject.  Whatever was necessary to ensure his continuing freedom would have to suffice.
	But each situation was different.  And with the company of the Device at his disposal, his tendencies to commit/submit to more heinous crimes was nipped.  But he knew, too; the Device was not 100% reliable.  It had failed him in the past, it had taken him on a wild ludicrous journey he still wasn’t sure had happened.  The Device had flaws.  He had had the Item 0110 a number of years and still did not know the full extent of it!
	 Gently August caressed the strange girl’s head, twiddling with her hair.  The girl though seemingly asleep against him snuggled all the more.  Strong feelings (of love) swam over August.  He cared for Winnie, too, but now, this one--he couldn’t explain it, there was something about her--almost a mirror reflection of himself in his early years; save for the gothic persona Wendsy presented.

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	Charlotte had that “long lost look.”  She tried to keep busy with making the encampment a so-so home.  It wouldn’t be a permanent home, August promised.  He hinted that soon they would be “traveling in style.”  Charlotte deduced what he meant.
	But Char had other concerns.  The new life style.  The hidden underground reservation experience had been something, encountering Wendsy & September had been another.  How many more would there be?  Life with August Moone, could she?  It was different, she gave it that; but could she?  A lifetime?  It didn’t seem plausible.  
	But she knew, too, that returning to her old life wasn’t possible.  It would be a façade and damn difficult at best.  She would never be the same, ever.  And for that she hated and despised and cursed August Moone.  But she was willing to let it be--for now.

	August had some concerns himself, Wendsy & September mainly.  After learning of their outrageous doings at summer kamp, he had to play it cool with the two.  Almost to the point of fearing the two odd children.  Almost.  But a relationship was building, the kids were polite and though he didn’t out and out order them about, they readily helped out with camp business.
	Learning just how he had come to know the oddkins’ strange story still mystified him.  He still assumed out right that due to the strange nuance of the Device that he had some sort of minding ability, a connection into the odd psyche of the two.
	On the third day of their encampment Charlotte changed her hair style and color, she did likewise to the other children, too--news reports of their disappearances were beginning to filter about and paranoia reigned supreme.  They usually chose to stay to themselves, but the kiddies and adults often enjoyed a nice walk into the forest or thru the camp, up to the camp store for some goodies and such.
	While with Wendsy, Winnie, and Charlotte, on a nature hike, the four came upon two boys about twelve or so--jerking off.  One boy was totally naked, the other merely had his jeans and undies to his knees, shirt pulled up and heavily into stroking.
	August utilized the Stealthmode technique, invisoing the group so the Spying would be easier.  Wrapping his arms about Charlotte, as she was in front so as she had a better view, August found the woman breathing hard, sweating, heart palpitating, and cunny a little moist.
	Wendsy’s brother September and the other two boys had scampered off on their own adventure.  Wendsy leaned against August, peering at the circle jerking boys.  Thoughts to her own.  ‘Not bad, eh?’ August Minded to the odd girl.
	She said nothing (in either manner) but clung to August all the more, her dark eyes fastened solely on the hand humping boys.
	August paused a moment, considered, reconsidered, then shrugged, ‘Ah, what the hell!?’ he grinned and closed his eyes, opening them again to see the two boys now totally nude and circle jerking one another.  Wendsy raised and eyebrow and Charlotte’s cunny became a swamp.
	Nextly the boys hugged one another, facing one another and clutching each’s ass.  A little bumping & grinding came with finally the blond haired youth sliding down to his knees, sizing up his friend’s schlong.  He gripped it, handled it, fondled the near bald testicles--then to all’s delight he began slurping on it.
	‘Oh my God!’ uttered Charlotte under her breath.  August had undone her turquoise jeans, she bore no undies--why bother?  He slid the garment down and furiously began working her enraged cunt, tantalizing her clit while Wendsy undone HIS clothes, angling his schlong up between Char’s ass.
	Wendsy, too, helped pulling Char’s cheeks open as well as continuing to guide August’s cock into the appropriate hole.  She clutched at his nut sac, rubbed his bare smooth ass and August penetrated Charlotte’s kornhole.
	In the rough the boy being sucked came.  A great gob of his personal juices filled his cocksucking friend’s mouth.  The cock popped out and was rubbed all over, cum still spewing from the piss slit.  The cocksucking boy retched, gagged, and almost barfed, but managed to maintain himself and took to sucking on his friend’s balls.
	When the “friend” had cum all he was going to, and his cock was going somewhat flaccid--the first cocksucker stood.  It was his turn.  He stood with hands on hips, cock proudly displayed, and standing at a side view (for Charlotte’s benefit.)
	The second boy was more apprehensive about the deed he was about to perform, but he did it regardless.  August had switched holes and plowed Charlotte’s cunny in a standing doggie style until both were cumming.  On her own, Wendsy undressed and continued watching the boys’ antics.

	From sucking to fucking; neither boy had yet to bugger anyone, but both were bed humpers, as well as hand humpers.  They knew what sodomy (butt fucking) was, but the concept was still somewhat elusive.  They were virgins.  Mind, body, soul.  The words in regards to sex they had heard, there were innuendos and suggestive analogies, but the actual concept of “fucking” was as elusive as a butterfly.
	Neither had sisters, but both had girlfriends.  Both had seen wee little girls butt bare assed naked, both harbored dark disturbing sexual thoughts about those wee little girls.  When August asked if they opportunity presented itself--say a lost little toddler-like girl, would they fuck her?
	Each boy admitted that they would.
	They weren’t into boys, or into one another for that matter, but circle jerking together seemed harmless.  They were not kin in any way, just a pair of teens who met up in the KOA.  
	August put the lads thru their paces, having each boy butt hump one another until orgasm.  Then, Charlotte couldn’t stand it any longer; though she was horny enough for August Moone and he definitely satiated her aching cunny--to be humped on/peed on by two young boys enthralled her.
	August helped her along, manipulating the Subjects’ mind.  Charlotte stripped off all her clothes and while the two boys fucked her three holes, August lay down on the forest floor and Wendsy lay on him taking HIS cock into HER cunny.

	Well, that was fun.  Afterwards the group scurried on until finding a nice secluded pond.  Here, still buck naked, the four took a dip.  August “nailed” Winnie in the pond while the other two watched on.  When done, August simply crawled out onto the clover laden bank and rested.  The three girls continued frolicking, Wendsy even chirping and smiling, laughing and being a normal typical girl she should be.
	August seemed to have a manner about him in which people in contact with him changed.  (with or without the Device!)
	He dozed for some time, awakening to see drifting cumulous clouds above the treetops.  Snuggled against him was his two “daughters”, one on each side.  Against Wendsy was the “wife” Charlotte.
	Wendsy opened her eyes finding August looking upon her.  She snuggled more, fingers lightly fondling his nipples.  His hands were trapped amidst the naked family and so thusly unable to reciprocate.  He didn’t want to spoil the moment, anyways--it was quite, serene; tranquil. 
	At length, though, Wendsy slowly moved her hand DOWN.
	Winnie and Charlotte remained soundly sleeping.
	A blue jay squawked high o’er head, squirrels scurried along the branches of the pines and cedars.  In a nearby fir August spotted an owl, a great stuffy bird sashaying slowly back and forth sideways along a branch, staring down to the naked humans with some disdain it was sure.
	Wendsy’s hand had come to his flaccid cock; although, it didn’t remain flaccid for long.  Just a brief “touch” of her fingers to the manly schlong and there was life surging through it once more.  She grasped the organ but didn’t squeeze.  Her young head came to rest directly on his chest.
	There was slight pressure from his bladder, another from his bowels.  He managed to keep them both sustained until a more appropriate and timely manner could be arranged.  He wanted to do nothing now to spoil the impending moment of bliss.
	Slowly Wendsy inched her pretty head down to his stomach area, her hand now lightly fondled his testicles.  His cock was now nearly rock hard.
	August himself had finally managed to move a hand, forcing Charlotte to place her head right into Wendsy’s butt crack.  August managed to keep the humor to himself, but…
	Onto Wendsy’s nude body he laid his hand, caressing her smooth naked flesh, a light fondle of her ass.  She parted her legs and August slipped finger between, lightly ever so lightly fingering her hairless poon.
	Wendsy’s tongue began diddling his piss slit.
	So as not to disturb the others, August maintained himself; in that he didn’t put Wendsy into “fuck/suck” mode, moving her body up onto his for a delicious 69er.  (although he desperately wanted to)  Instead he was content with just fingering her pussy.  Char’s face was now right at Wendsy’s butt hole, she still slept on soundly, though.
	Wendsy finally latched her lips about August’s prong, just the head.  She was talented.  Her fingers still gently fondling his balls.  His body recoiled in delight as she pleased him.  Slowly she engulfed the whole of his prick, swallowing him and sucking him into pleasing oblivion.

	Not a drop of his saltyness was spilled when the explosion of delight was finally triggered.  Wendsy swallowed, slurped, and sucked his cock dry.  She then rested her head on his stomach.  By all his fingering of her dainty snatch; she, too, had managed to cum.  He sucked on the cum laden fingers, then applied them to Charlotte’s mouth.  Instinctively the sleeping woman sucked them.
	And speaking of sleeping, Wendsy did.
	August caressed her bare hip, sighed and closed his eyes again.  The owl in the fir fluttered its wings and closed its eyes, too.

While Waltzing thru the Forest One Day…
	Oh the things you’ll see (other than nature) while waltzing thru a forest.  The group of August wandered deeper and deeper into the woods, butt bare assed naked, carrying their clothes (and Device) in a daypack.  They paused now and then to observe mother nature--a deer taking a drink in a small meadow, squirrels squirreling about the high branches of the firs, chipmunks flittering about on the ground to see the intruders--seeing if they brought any yummies.
	But there, too, were other sites to see; like the previous encounter involving the boys earlier.  At a woodsy pond there were two boys, very young lads they were, accompanied by a fatherly figure with an even younger little girl.
	The boys were nude swimming and yucking it up in the pond.  The little girl sported panties only.  The fatherly figure wore green swimming trunks.  August and Co. settled down to watch.  Wendsy fastened her eyes upon the family, Winnie could care less, she settled down and rubbed her aching feet.  Charlotte already knew what was going to happen…
	The fatherly figure (uhm, “Dave”) was a nice looking fart, thick dark hair, broad shouldered, lean, hairless chest & back, semi-muscular, and in his early 30s.  The children were happy-go-lucky, especially the boys.  The water was a bit too chilly for the little girl, but she so wanted to be a part of the playing that she tolerated it despite shivering.
	The boys were seven & eight thereabouts, dark haired, tan bodies all over, nice little weeniers.  The little girl was possibly 4-ish and blond haired.  She was basically lily white and not so tan.  And it seemed rather pointless for her to be wearing undies, the garment was sucked to her skin regardless and she was basically nude anyways.
	The fatherly figure looked around a few times on a nervous paranoid security scan.  August (and Char) saw that the man had wood.  Now, true, the situation of the chilly waters could prompt an erection; but August didn’t think so.
	At length Dave, on his own volition, plucked the little girl up and set her on the bank, he himself was still in the pond knee deep.  The boys continued splashing about behind him.  Dave took one more look around, determined that it was safe and slid the little girl’s undies off.
	Dave then did caress the little girl, although it could be misconstrued as a fatherly fondle.  Again, August didn’t think so.  Especially when the fingers began delving into the child’s crack and he seemed to be having the young one pressed up against him a little more than he should.
	In facts--he was humping her!
	He then scooped the child up into his arms and carried her into the pond, just her feet touching the surface.  Her brothers continued to frolic, Dave continued to be paranoid.
	Soon ole Dave placed the little one on the bank where she squatted and shivered.  The boys were wearing down, too, and had exited the chilly waters.  When Dave exited the pristine remote pond, his trunks didn’t come with him.
	The children didn’t squeal or make any astute exclamations to that fact, they were used to it.  And Dave was sportin’ serious wood!  And though Charlotte preferred her cock a bit on the young side, Dave’s looked yummy enough.
	On his knees on the clover laden bank he blatantly began to masturbate.  This only prompted his two boys to do likewise.  Their young tallies weren’t much, but they got stiff enough.  Charlotte was beginning to get a little agitated.  Winnie was sound to sleep.  August smoothed his hand onto her ass, fingered her bung hole, but she slept on.  Wendsy was silent, no emotions about the naughty scene at the pond whatsoever, but she WAS fingering her pussy!
	Just before ejaculation could occur, Dave made a subtle nod to his boys.  The boys grinned and flanked their sister, holding her down and pulling her young legs back.  Dave sized up the delicious young girl, stroked his bone a bit more, then went down on her, licking her pussy fully while his sons watched with glee.
	The little seemed okay, she giggled and twisted about not knowing what her daddy was doing was immoral.  Then the man came up and pressed his cock against the child’s snatch, he stared for a while, rubbing his purple prong against the young cunny.  August couldn’t see directly if the child was already broken; so he closed his eyes and sent his 2nd Self out for a closer looksee.
	She was not.  The observation was still a difficult one to perceive, it was still like looking through a narrow cone of colors, the colors being the forest surrounding him.  He could only look straight ahead--or one way.  But that was alright.
	Dave leaned in and began making penetration, entering the four year old’s cunny--like he had before many times.  The man closed his eyes and the head of his cock disappeared.  Lightly he began to pump, he squeezed his balls and rubbed his ass.  “Tara” giggled some more, wriggled, twisted, and accepted her father’s cock.  The oldest boy, Brad, settled onto his sister’s face, placing his young tezzies into her mouth.  Tommy slid down the girl’s side jerking his pud, having his sister jerk him, his eyes on his father’s cock humping the sister’s pussy.
	Dave pulled out and laid his cock against Tara’s cunt, he humped tenaciously for several enduring seconds before placing the pulsating prong back into his daughter.  He humped more, inserting his prong a little more into the tiny child.  Charlotte was a little aghast, “She’s so young!” she whispered.
	Dave soon straddled the child, locking his arms in the prone-Missonary position and humping until orgasm.  His face contorted and body convulsed as he made the astounding achievement.  Eyes fluttered and cum spurting cock flopped out of the quaking child’s quim.
	While he sat back on his heels masturbating to relax his schlong, he gave a nod to his boys.  Each one went down and began licking out their sister’s cunt, cleaning her of their father’s cum.  Then Brad latched his mouth about his father’s prick and began sucking it.  Tommy got behind his brother and entered him.  Tara fingered her pussy and continued to lay on her back watching.  She wasn’t giggling anymore, her face was somewhat stoic.
	At length both boys sucked their father, then got between Tara’s legs and fucked her.  Dave, too, butt humped both his sons, spanked them (lovingly) and sucked on them, as well.  All on his own.

                                                *****

	Sashaying on thru the woods August and Co. came upon yet another wondrous site.  A pristine meadow flanked by huge wondrous firs.  The scents wafting up from the meadow were heavenly; lupines mostly.  A creek meandered aimlessly through the middle.  It was more tranquil than could be imagined.
	Small woodland critters flittered about, most were unseen but could be heard just the same.  August stood butt bare assed naked, lightly/methodically fondling his gangly prick.  Snuggled up beside him stood Charlotte.  Slowly her mind was releasing her past, it was taking time and she knew that it would always be there for her to dwell on, but adopting the new life was getting easier.
	Winnie and Wendsy made their way thru the lupines and stood at the creek’s edge.  Wendsy spread her legs some and commenced to peeing.  She looked back over her bare shoulder to August.  August “sprouted” wood, Charlotte took over fondling him.
	From the meadow they returned into the woods, still moving away from the KOA.  The sky above was azure blue, the Rockies could be seen through the woods despite the trees.  Serenity.  Peace, ultimate peace and serenity.  August preferred it.  Oh, he had notions and desires (strong desires) for other things, but to be at peace, to be one with the world, that was the ultimate goal.  No strife, no bullshit.  No taxes, bills of any sort, no bitchy neighbors.
	With the Device--with the Device his life had changed.  He was resolved to believe that he was no in some governmental institution laboratory.  He was not suffering from some psychosis.  He HAD gone with Charlie Dugout into the desert, thru the tunnels, and onto the bizarre military installation caught in some sort of Transition World/Closed Universe.  He had discovered the Device’s secrets--albeit a little at a time.
	And he HAD gone thru time, traveling back to the 1800s, up through the years to return home.  How exactly he was still a little fuzzy on.  There was a gap in his memory that was unexplainable.  He was still fuzzy on whether or not he had gone to his class reunion, but he was apt to believe that he had.  
	Charlie’s words again haunted him, “Choice, boy, you’ve got choices to make; decisions.” once stepping out of the cave with the Device he had a decision to make--right or wrong.  A path of righteousness or a path of debauchery.
	
	A huge red tailed hawk soared on the updrafts, made a huge lazy circle and fluttered out of sight into the tall firs.  Wendsy leaned against August, it was one of those moments one didn’t want to quash, Charlotte had grown tired of standing so she took a seat along the clover laden bank lightly splashing her feet in the very cool waters of the creek.
	The scent of the meadow behind them still filled their minds, now inside the forest again there were new scents.  A small vole came out from under a large smooth boulder.  A skink stood absolutely still on a dead branch nearby.  Winnie picked at the moss covering another boulder, her nude body laying against the great rock; August’s prick angled with extreme hardness down between Wendsy’s ass cheeks.
	With the Device, no one was safe.  (so long as it remained in operational state)  It’s sudden shut-down was a worry.  But while it worked, it worked well--and no one was safe.  He could be king, a mob boss.  He could walk into a bank and back out loaded with cash, enough to secure his future forever.  Buy a large mansion tucked away somewhere, any vehicle he wanted at his disposal.  He could “acquire” all those who enticed him; any age, shape, color, creed, nationality, anyone.
	The Device was a very dangerous thing.
	Winnie wiggled on the boulder, nonchalantly flicking bits of lichen from the surface.  August’s cock grew to enormous size.  Wendsy turned about and hugged August.  It was a bit unusual, she wasn’t the overly affectionate kind.  August hugged her back.  Charlotte laid out with her feet still in the very cool creek waters, hands behind her head, eyes closed.
	August’s ears then picked up other sounds.  There were birds and squirrels to filter out, the babbling creek, the breeze wafting through the boughs of the trees; but there was a mixture of  laughter, too.  He also smelt the strong odor of “happy smoke.”
	Then, a cumulation occurred, the Device and Wendsy.  Both sought to bring August up to snuff on something occurring not far from them.  August concentrated and soon his Narly Senses were away--er, that is to say his 2nd Self was whisking off through the woods at a terrific speed, he felt the presence of Wendsy with him.
	Some many of hundreds of yards away in a very remote area next to the meandering creek there was a small family.  All nude.  There were as many as four kiddies here, two girls and two boys.  The girls were the oldest, fourteen and twelve while the boys seemed to be a pair of delightful twins at a ripe young age of ten.
	The oldest girl was very appealing, sandy brown hair, heavenly brown eyes.  Hair was in an odd style of kinkiness, a so-so perm.  She had just come from the creek, a little bath of sorts.  She carried some clothing with her and August loved watching her prance about butt bare assed naked.  He noted her fur pie, a lovely patch of brown pubes she had, but not enough to conceal the fact that she was NOT a virgin.
	Nor was her younger sibling sister who sat casually in a camp chair playing some handheld video game.  Her legs were crossed Indian style in the small woodsy chair and she was all about happy-go-lucky.  A bright face, semi-permed hair, freckles, and near lily white skin despite the “outdoors ness” of her family.
	The fatherly figure stood before a rustic camp stove (provided) and seemed to be in the midst of prepping lunch.  The mother set the table and shooed away a few flies not invited.
	The two boys run amok chasing one another.  August liked watching them, too.
	The older girl entered into a family tent.  The campsite was impromptu, extremely remote and seldom used.  There was a mile marker post and the family had apparently hiked in from the trail at the only visible opening to the camp.
	The father turned about and noted his oldest emerging from the tent.  She seemed moody and not apparently in a good mind set.  She seemed distant and not overly a “happy camper.”  He gave a nod to her and said, “Help your mother.”
	The man was a tall brute, dark hair, green eyes, he could fit the bill of an executive type, a foreman, architect, something of the like.  He returned to whatever he was cooking on the stove in a pot.
	At length he turned about and took note of his fourteen year old in a precarious position--presenting herself to him.  Well, she was leaning over the rustic picnic table setting it.  The daddy came up to her and rested his cock against her fleshy ass.  The girl did seem to protest, she wasn’t in the moody.
	Tough.
	The daddy was.
	He rubbed her somewhat sunshine tanned ass, spanked the flesh when she seemed to resist.  The mother said nothing but continued setting the table.  She supported a twin set of 38Cs.  They were perky and delightful melons and August yearned for them.
	The daddy yearned for his daughter’s sweet ass.  Some subtle looks came from the mommy and the daughter placed her knees against the bench seat, chest against the table top.  One hand supported her while the other pulled a cheek apart.
	The nude twins were peeing into the creek, giggling and masturbating, trying to out pee the other; seeing who could pee the furthest.
	The daddy made able penetration into his daughter’s backdoor, gripping her hips hard and pushing in almost violently.  The girl made a very verbal sound of displeasure then her daddy began humping.  He brought a hand about her waist and began diddling her pussy while he humped.
	It didn’t take long before his cock exploded its essence into her back entrance.  He continued humping until he was well satisfied, then pulled out and spanked her ass with his flaccid schlong until he had indeed had enough.  (for now.)  The girl seemed a scouch upset, a little bit emotional.  But she contained it and remained in “position”.
	A subtle look came from the father to the mother.  The mother, not a bad dish herself, lay out on the bench seat, one foot on the ground to keep her steady on the narrow seat, the other held up and wide.  “Please your mother.” the man said.
	The girl didn’t seem to want to, she hung her head and hesitated a moment.  “You want me to get the belt?” he cautioned her.  The mother laying gave her daughter a strong look of “You’d better do as he says.” to wit the teenager did, going down and “pleasing her mother.”
	The father caressed her ass, then looked up to catch the eye of the other child, the twelve year old.  She returned her gaze to the computer game.  But too late, she had been noticed.  The daddy nodded to her with a strong “don’t defy me” look.  The girl who’s pretty face a moment or so ago was now stoic and full of concern and not overly eager to please slinked out of the chair and sulkingly shuffled to the nude man with the cum dripping cock.
	He didn’t say a word more, just waggled his gangly schlong and stared at the gulping child.  She closed her eyes and went to her knees.  The mother rolled her eyes and looked up into the sky, arching her head.  She arched her back, too, as her daughter began bringing her to the orgasmic pleasuring threshold.
	The daddy put his hand behind his “step”-daughter’s head and forced her to swallow his prick hole.  She did protest, the older girl looked to see the resist, but was shot was a bad look from her new daddy and returned to cunt pleasing her mother.
	The new  daddy, “Earl” humped his new daughter’s mouth, bringing it out now and then to hump her mouth and allow her to breath some, then it was right back in for a lovely hump.
	Finally Earl came, shooting a massive wad of hot cock grease into the child’s mouth.  The girl didn’t seem to be overly sickened by the sticky substance in her mouth, on her lips, and shooting onto her naked chest.  She did retch and make a face, but nothing more stringent than that.
	She resisted strongly when put to a newer task, though--licking cleaning her biological sister’s asshole.  She performed the ungodly task, Earl moving over to drop his cock into his new wife’s cock hungry mouth.  August had a feeling about the man, about the whole family.  He didn’t know their story, but was going to.
	Anyways, the woman seemed to willingly reach up and fondle his balls and take his cock to suck.  Valerie, the mother cuntlincking girl, looked up, then returned to bringing her mother to climax.
	“How long do I have to do this?” inquired the pre-teen bung hole licker, Cathy.
	“Until I say stop.” said the new daddy.  Cathy didn’t seemed please and let out her breath, she returned to licking her sister’s kornhole just the same.
	Earl got the attention of his pissing boys, they hurriedly scampered back into the remote camp, all smiles and hardons.  With another simple head nod one of the lads, Shane, eased up onto the bench behind Cathy.  Other brother Wayne helped spread Cathy’s ass cheeks and Shane went into her.
	Earl flopped his cock out of his wife’s mouth, squeezed it at the base, seemed to be in some agony or distress, then glanced longingly at the actions of the kiddies.  He smiled and then began to release his bladder.  A shower of hot piss splashed onto Abigail’s face and chest.
	The smell of the “happy smoke” interrupted August.  And that was interrupted by something burning in the pot on the stove.  Earl quickly returned his attention to his cooking (perhaps he was a chef?).  
	“You can stop now.” Earl said while he stirred the pot.  Happily Cathy complied.  She pulled her butt cheeks her self, gave her two new brothers a bad look and tried to pull away from them.
	“Val, you can stop now, too.” and then, “Boy’s why don’t you give your mother a thrill.”
	Though the two girls seemed repulsed by the new command/suggestion, the mother did not.  She spread her legs and helped guide Shane’s cock into her cunny.  The expression on her face was one of pure delight.  She loved it.  Wayne came to occupy her face, dunking his fuzzless testicles into her mouth.  Abby fondled the boy’s cock and arched her back in ecstasy.
	Earl stirred the pot of stew and then looked to his aghast “daughters.”
	“Get in the tent.” he commanded of them.  Both girls looked horrified.  They knew what was to come.  Instinctively the youngest held her hands over her ass.  Valerie looked a little despondent “how could you” look.  She looked to her cock sucking mother for support.  Fat chance.
	Early semi-roughly thrusted both girls by the shoulder into the tent.  August (and Wendsy) followed.

	It was kinda dark in the tent, the tent was small and dome-like.  Sleeping bags and backpacks everywhere.  Early pushed the girls down onto the mass of sleeping bags, having Valerie raise her hips, face & shoulders down.  He firstly rubbed/caressed her ass, then spanked it with his hand.  The girl tensed up with little sister jumping in fear.
	Another spank, another, another, and then two more before the BELT came to be.  “I told you two bitches, you do as yer damn well told without fuss.” and he let the thin leathery dress belt connected with the bare tender ass flesh of Valerie.
	Valerie buried her face into the sleeping bags, muffling her cries of pain & anguish.  The belt striped her tender ass flesh until it was beet red.  “You WILL obey me!” he commanded and continued striking the young teen until her muffled cries blurted out, “Alright, alright, goddamn you!”
	She rolled away to the “edge” of the tent hands caressing her searing ass, her body wracked with various emotions.  Earl then looked to his pre-teen daughter.
	“No, please, no!” almost shouted Valerie.  “We’ll obey, we’ll obey!”
	But Earl insisted and roughly put the younger sib into “position.”  All the while she protested and shouted loudly, “I’ll be good!  I’ll be good!”
	When the girl’s ass began to turn equally red big sibling Val made a daring move.  It cost her, she lunged and tried to stop the horrendous blows but was wrestled and smacked in the face.  That hurt almost as much as the spanking of her ass.
	Earl then settled on top of her, pinning her with his great strength.  He was possibly a white collar worker who worked out.  He had ripping muscles, great features, a fantastic physique.  Val was pinned and then raped.  Earl entered her teen pussy and power fucked her until they both succumbed to a tumultuous fiery orgasm.
	When done, young Cathy had the task of sucking her new daddy’s cock clean and then her sister’s cum laden cunny.  While sucking her sister’s pussy; she was, too, spanked horrendously again into utter submission.

	Outside the boys switched on their new mother, fucking her, being sucked, sodomizing her, peeing on her.  She flinched when she heard her daughters’ cries and the swats repeatedly on their darling little asses.  She gripped the boys and had them fuck her relentlessly.

					*****

Adverse Conditions
	To say the least he was very intrigued.  There were at least a half dozen ways to “make the acquaintance-introduction.  August chose the subtle ruse, a return trip to the creek and splashing about, making a little noise.  He even got the dreary persona of Wendsy to lighten up and crack a smile.
	Their antics did indeed bring Earl to see who was making the ruckus.
	August and Co. were nude, frolicking.  Earl had slipped on a pair of walking shorts and a tank top.  For a moment no said nothing, only their eyes connecting.  Then, as August had Wendsy up in his arms, she began to pee.  August slipped a finger up into her bung hole and she parted a leg, exposing her pissing pussy.
	Earl had wood.
	Charlotte somewhat nervously and casually stepped up around August, gripped his elongated muscle and began working him.  A subtle nod to Winne and the and the girl sat on the bank behind them and got comfy.  Shoulders to the nearby tree, legs open wide, she began to frig herself.  Earl began to stroke himself.
	On her own Charlotte left August’s side (and his cock) and moved to the bank where Earl stood.  On her knees she went and then took his prong, admired it, caressed it, then began a lovely task of bobbing on the knob!
	Earl reeled, rocked on the balls of his feet, flexed his ass muscles and watched as August sat on the opposite bank and placed the ten year old girl he had been holding onto his lap.  His manly cock sliding nicely up into her obviously well fucked cunny.
	Earl watched the woman sucking on his cock, she was good.  He thought he recognized her, though.  He smiled as he was sure of it.  She sucked and sucked his balls, rubbed his ass and drained his dick of its love essence.
	But then it was time for round two.  There was always times for another round.