August Moone
Book 2
Roadtrips & Sidetrips
Chapter 9
Above All

	It wasn’t the most ideal situation, for sure; but the options were rather limited.  Especially when come to light a few other “secrets”.  It took a little more time to unravel and get the gist of the “secret”, and it was a dousy, one shared by all the B’7 Club, the boys included, along with Ara and Megan.  Only the little kids were clueless, and they had been brought along “just because.”  Because they were special and needed their Babysitter’s, they were as much a part of the Girls’ lives as their own parents.
	Ara Lee was at her wits end.  This had all tumbled down into a pool of shit.  She was most nervous and worried.  She tried to relax, but with the girls, the boys, the kids, her own kids, it was a bit much.  She needed help.
	Charlotte (August’s Charlotte) told him that matter-of-factly.  “The woman needs help, OUR help.  She’s got to feed them and care for them.”
	This was true, but-but-but…
	But it was going to wash--not with August.  He couldn’t see himself taking on such a large brood.  He was doing well with what he had.  He had decided, at length, that in time he would probably more than likely ditch the camp trailer and move up to a full sized motor home.
	Then again, taking on the B-7 Group--hmmmmm, 
	That was as many as 46 holes to fill!  And 36 of them were girl holes!
	Oh, the possibilities were endless!

	“You could “fix” them, you know?”
	He sighed, that was a possibility, too.  He knew it.  It would help them, help them a great deal.  
	“So why don’t you?”
	‘For the same reason I didn’t do it to you.’ although that was lame and probably a mistake.  He knew that she wrestled with her decision to “join” him.  Sometimes, August Moone could be a real asshole.
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	Ara Lee was in a real quandary.  She had so many things against her; transporting without a license, aiding & abetting (to the delinquency of a minor), possibly could be charged with kidnapping, etc.  But she was aware that most of the girls, and the two teen boys, had had a part in the combined secret.  The one involving Dawn.  Dawn was the one most messed up, most frightened.  Most times she was okay and back to her normal self, most days.  Other times the frightening nightmare of her torment and end result haunted her.
	You see, Don Durbin, proud parent/father of Charles Durbin of whom Dawn was having a sexual romp with--and was caught at and subsequently forced into a sexual romp with Don--met with a terrible fate one late evening.
	He was found the following morning, sitting in his car, minus his manhood.  (it was never found)
	Which member of the B’7 Club did it wasn’t known, they all seemed to take responsibility.  August figured that with more probing he would probably find the doer, but for now he was content to let it.  He figured Dawn was the most likely, but then again, any one of her friends (‘cept Mallory & Cheri, and Brock & Logan) could have done the deed.
	So now they were all in a fix.  A big one.  And only August had the method of helping them.

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Indulgence
	When you have a Device, the world is yours.  With security precautions most high, August Moone made a pest of himself at a nearby town’s banking facilities.  Two national banks, a non-chain local bank, and a credit union.  All fell prey to August’s sticky needful fingers.  (he didn’t take it all, just what he needed to cover his expenses.)
	And his expenses were great.  A rather LARGE Land Yacht Recreational Motorhome.  A big mother.  Fully loaded, then with a few extra add-ons, mostly in the form of a superior trailer hitch gizmo for his premium ride, the ‘51 Panel truck.
	Of course that wasn’t going to happen over night.  Acquiring the “funds” was done within a couple of hours, the rest would take a couple of days, not including the “legalities”.  So in the interim he had the B’7 Clubbers merge with his group.  Charlotte was okay with this, a little miffed by the intrusion, but otherwise okay.  She saw the potential of “scoring” with the boys and watching sex acts in progress.
	“Is this what it is going to be like with you?” she asked (again) when the merging began.  August didn’t answer.  (he didn’t know himself)
	Ara Lee-38, needed a lot of “fixing.”  Mostly just to ease her mind of strife, concerns, and other pesky matters of morals and legalities.  Other than that she was fine to include.  She was a tokker, loved making out sexually with her daughters Megan and Claudia, as well as Brock.  She had narly thoughts of getting nailed by the other boys and wouldn’t mind a fling with the other girls.  She sort of drew the line at any narly business with the LITTLE girls, but the LITTLE boys were okay…
	August would have to work on each person a little at a time, erasing their worries and fears, the rest of the work to include them into the August Moone Way of Life would come easily or at a later time.
	Naturally while dinking with Ara Lee’s mind, he doinked her.  Soothing her into a lull he easily got her to undress for him.  (Though he generally preferred his Pussy to be a little on the young & tender side, aged Chow Mein was okay, too!)
	Charlotte and Rusty were inside the panel truck during this time, as soon as Ara began to undress, Charlotte knew August was in full control.  Rusty did, too.  He smiled and began undressing, already sporting wood.  August stripped off his clothes then went down on the woman while Rusty plowed her mouth.  Charlotte shrugged, let out her breath and joined in, stripping down and fondling her boys (August & Rusty) into a stupor.  August soon slid his enormous fuck stick into the Chinese woman and made hard satisfying love to her.  When done Rusty emptied a load into the woman’s mouth.  Charlotte noshed on the woman’s cum laden cunt, August spanked her and then took a turn poking up her asshole while she noshed.
	All the girls (and boys) of the B’7 Club had their perks, each was unique.  The Curst of Life, so to speak.  Instant “family.”  It suited August, it was a little overwhelming and a little intrusive, but the “perks” were good.
	Kristy.  She still had thoughts about Gomer, the yellow Labrador.  William was there, too, filling her young mind.  Jackie, Kevin, and Kyle were three young boys she had screw her, too.  Jackie was already sinking his young eight year old bone into Mary Anne.  Kevin got it with Stacie, and Kyle was seduced by both Mallory and Dawn.
	The boys were cute, handsome farts.  Precocious, outgoing, happy-go-lucky lads who didn’t overly miss their “original” families.  They LOVED their babysitters, and mostly they loved the naughtiness that went on, being able to screw the teen girls as well as the other girls.  The blatant fucking superceded all else.
	August liked Kristy.  (he liked them all.)  Kristy was cute, not overly and not outstanding, but cute nonetheless.  She had a friendly smile, lovely dark brown eyes, dark brown flighty hair just passed her shoulders (though she usually kept it in a bouncy singly pony tail.)  Though a tomboy she had creamy skin, no blemishes, a couple of scars, but hidden/concealed by clothing.  
	The dog thing.  It wasn’t so much as getting it on with the dog “just because” but for the fact of curiosity.  That goes a lot for curiosity!  It boiled down to sex, pure sex.  (and curiosity)  Her cunny had an insatiable appetite for cock, young boy cock--teen cock, too, but she feared getting knocked up.  She had an odd fascination with cum, but wasn’t experienced.  She watched dogs fucking in the park and watched the male dog spurt his cum.  In sex ed class and what she found in the library--cum fascinated her.
	Little boys she knew didn’t squirt cum, teen boys did but she was afraid of them.  Dogs on the other hand…and the only dog she knew was Gomer, her new daddy’s dog.  At their first meeting all was not well, Kristy didn’t like the dog and the dog knew it--but was friendly towards her as was the new sister, Karen.
	As the fascination grew, Kristy began to masturbate, having sexual fantasies about getting it with Gomer.  But that was all it was, a fascination.  She wasn’t romantically involved or such, she just wanted dick!  (and the cum that came from it.)
	The first time she did a “red rocket” with Gomer, she got a handful of his jiz.  She marveled at the splooge and wondered how different a guy’s cum was.  
	The second time she got Gomer off, she tasted the spunk.  She wasn’t overly pleased and had to wonder if a guy’s spunk tasted the same.
	Enter young William.  William gave her spunk, she figured that by him being so young perhaps his spunk wouldn’t knock her up.  (!)  she had sucked him and drained his cock of it’s essence.  The taste was--not too much unlike Gomer’s, but salty and sticky and very gooey.
	She was still curious.
	And not just cock was she interested in, pussy, too.
	After catching Karen finger banging her self (after the new little sis caught her), Kristy soon began “teaching” the little wonder the fine art of self stimulation.  This schooling led to Kristy “fingering” Karen.  Kristy found that she rather liked it.  She licked the girl’s cunny and got Karen to lick her.
	The sensation(s) were wondrous and had to be repeated.
	She always thought she would be caught, she sort of feared it but then welcomed it, too.  She didn’t know why.  She just thought she would be caught by one of her friends.  Already she suspected the other girls were possibly a little into their charges--no one talked about it.
	So she had potential.  She was an organizer, she had ideas and loved taking charge of children.  August got her to strip off one piece of clothing at a time, August sooooo liked seeing a girl do that, then hold her pose in her panties before completing the task.
	Though getting doinked by the family dog (more than once), a few little boys (more than once) her pussy was still deliciously tight.  After easing her mind, erasing bad memories and such, August gave his full attention (sexually.)  Half an hour’s worth at least.  Her breasts were a delicious treat, along with the rest of her wondrous bod.  He spent some time on licking her snatch, fingering her asshole, caressing her fully before sinking his manhood into her cunny and having a ten minute fuck.
	Charlotte and September were with them, September got to “have a go” with the teen, Kristy licked out Charlotte’s snatch while August “rested.”

	Mary Anne.	Though demure the young teen was very naughty;  she maintained the innocence regardless of her naughtiness.  Her demure charisma was astounding to August, such a sweet girl, very caring for the young ones, buddy-buddy with her club pals, and “demon in the sack!”  She liked being on top, she liked “presenting” herself while she rode whoever, she somewhat got off on being watched--usually she preferred young boys & girls to watch as she fucked.
	Stacie & Dawn were an item, a pair.  Though they were bestest best friends with the others, Stacie & Dawn truly enjoyed one another’s company.  A lot.  They tried to be sneaky, even when they knew the others were “into” one another, fooling around with the kids, etc.  But for the two teen girls they just wanted private time.  It was more than just sex, it was a strong relationship just shy of being “gay.”
	Mallory and Cheri were similar, banging and licking one another’s pussy but mostly for the illicitness that it meant.  They enjoyed sucking one another’s small breasts, watching one another pee (and poop), they kissed one another and peed on one another.  They also liked spanking one another.
	When pegging one of the girls right soon after the “other” would suck his cock as well as the cummy pussy he just pulled out of.  The girls got off on being spanked by August--this applied to ALL the girls.  (well, not the little ones.)
	The little ones.
	Karen, Charlotte, and Courtney.
	Jackie, Kyle, Kevin.
	Six little ones who could not be left behind.  Kristy still tried to rationalize why she got away with Karen--to hurt her new daddy?  Karen WAS cute, she was lovely and the little boys loved fucking her, so did Brock and Logan.  Courtney was the oldest little girl, she had charm, too.  Charlotte was in a class by herself--very innocent, incredibly beautiful, lovely to look at and wondrous to hump.
	August didn’t do much with the boys--by the time he got to the little boys he was basically worn out.  Wendsy had the boys service her, having them lick her cunny after she had peed.  She had all three of the little lads hump her cunny and asshole while the older teen boys simply showered her with their pee.  She DID suck them and they DID spank her, but she reserved her pussy for August’s cock (and her brother’s.)
	Brock and Logan were not overly into pleasing one another, but not opposed, either.  Inside the panel truck August had them suck one another, he spanked them, Charlotte spanked them, then the boys fucked one another to wit Charlotte then sucked their cocks dry.
	Thereafter the boys had free reign to hump themselves silly with the B’7 girls.  Charlotte had dibs on the boys, teen & little, too.
	He had his work cut out for him for sure.  Each person, including the little ones, needed a little “fixing.”  Some were easy and were taken care of in a matter of minutes.  Other required a little more time, in sessions.  Each one stripped down for him privately, then occupied his lap, his cock, his soul.
	With the wee ones he found severe sexual bliss.  Not to say that Stacie, Dawn, Mary Ann, and the others didn’t blissfully please him, he was a supreme pedophile and enjoyed the lovely nudeness of eight year old Courtney, six year old Charlotte and Karen.  
	Traveling in a big assed motor home was going to be okay, but not 100%.  His family and the newcomers were going to make it a little snug.  He knew that at length, somewhere he would have to homestead.  And that would be okay, he was thinking ahead.  If he stayed in the Old World and did not transfer into the Parallel Universe, a fine LARGE mansion-like home would be satisfying.  Perhaps taking off now and then to fetch newbies!
	He also worried about the Device.
	And his mind.
	He had many worries in facts.  He still debated about what was real and what was possibly delusional.  He realized the mind was a powerful thing, amazingly it could do many things, many things.  It constantly left him in a state of wonderment.

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	As for the boys, Brock & Logan, they were contented with the situation, they were “fixed” and solely set their mindset on the only thing that drove them--pussy.  Both hated to admit that they enjoyed a good scrogging on the little girls, but they did.  They were mostly just embarrassed, although both boys had scrogged on the three little girls of the group in the presence of the B’7 girls.
	There, too, though; Charlotte (adult) enjoyed watching the teen boys molest themselves; that is to say to jerk off, to pee, to cum, and to suck/fuck one another.  She enjoyed having said boys do these things to her as well, but seriously got off watching the two young teens fool with one another.
	And “watching” was the thing for Charlotte.  Participating was one thing and she didn’t deny the enjoyment of that, but “watching” was a big thrill for her.  She also was turned on by watching the teen girls go at each other, as well as the little boys sodomize and suck one another AND then the little girls 69 one another.
	Charlotte WAS a lot like August, a lot like.  (just w/o the Device.)
	She still considered August an asshole, a son-of-a-bitch, a bastard if ever there was one; but then--she was relieved that he had helped her.  She still wrestled with letting go of her past.  It was as much as a part of her as anything else.  For such a long time she had curtailed her narly tendencies, she had managed to hide those immoral feelings, keeping all things “August” at bay.
	With encountering August, those things had been bashed.
	It was still difficult, she missed her family and there was no denying that.  But she knew her hubby would NEVER contend with her immorality.  She was relatively certain that her son was an avid masturbator.  Did she had some sneaky desire to have sex with him?
	No.
	Well, maybe.
	Her daughter?
	No.  
	No.
	No way.
	Possibly.

	When it was to be just August and his “little” family, the size of the motor home was just right.  But with the addition of the B’7 Group, eight teenage girls, two teen boys, an adult woman, six little kids--it was to be a little snug.
	There were a few solutions to the matter, for the moment though the single motor home would have to do.  So he liked cozy--cozy was nice (nice & friendly.)  he mostly enjoyed watching the various girls & boys prance about either naked or in their minimal underwear.  Every now and then he made “suggestions” of the sexual nature--having the various “extras” get into various sexual positions with one another.
	For the time being Wendsy & September curbed their evil torturous tendencies; Wendsy had the boys (and some of the girls) service her, September deftly humped furiously into the girls and enjoyed hard spanking.  A few times his sister Wendsy had to mind him with a look and then with a mental note more sterner--’Chill.’
	August still held strong feelings for Winnie, Wendsy, and Charlotte.  He regarded them as his “favorites.”  Rusty and Danny, too.  But for close “seconds” there were members of the New Bunch that tantalized him.  Six year old Karen was one.  She was a charmer, so sweet, so cute, so fuckable.
	Mary Anne and Stacie enticed his nads, then the others one by one.  All were special in their own rights; they had wondrous bodies and he was delighted despite the overcrowding.  He knew that the motor home was not ideal.  He knew that they would have to find more permanent foundations--not too mention the fact that scurrying about the countryside tempted fate with security issues.  All the members of August’s band would have to make appearance changes to nip that.
	It was over indulgence.  At times he could hardly stand it--he had more choices than he could handle!  Decisions-decisions.  It didn’t seem to be much of a prob for Charlotte, her “favorites” were Brock and Logan.  After having her satisfaction (being hammered) from the two, then the little boys serviced her followed by at least one or two of the teen girls.
	August soon sought to place Mallory (12) into the “fav” category, she had some charm, too, and easily pleased August.  Case in point--one evening when after humping nicely into six year old Karen, taking his time and really getting into the grove of fucking the young tyke, Mallory laying there beside fingering herself watching, waiting her turn; August pulled out of Karen and relaxed his aching cock.  Cum oozed out of the little girl’s quim, he rubbed the meat of her young cunny, diddled his fingers into the fresh spilled spunk then had Mallory lick the pussy clean.
	While Mallory complied, August was intrigued with Mallory’s tender pre-teen ass.  He rubbed it, kissed it, fingered it’s bung hole, then found his cock extremely hard.  He spent just a few precious moments fingering her hole, prepping it for the fuck of a life time.  He thoroughly enjoyed watching the boys all take turns humping the girl’s three holes, she very muchly enjoyed taking them all at once.
	August soon saddled up and entered the girl’s backdoor and humped her while her face was planted into Karen’s cunt.

	Life previously stated, “fixing” the New Bunch wasn’t going to happen overnite.  Each member of the New Bunch still had “issues” to deal with, past thoughts, future worries.  Some regretted their decisions, some did not.  Dawn and Kristy seemed most distant and effected by their actions.  Ara had issues, herself.  She was somewhat like Charlotte, afraid to admit even to herself her immoralities--but taking a more larger part in doing such if only behind the walls of her humble abode.
	Charlotte on the other hand  had refused to acknowledge those inadequacies at all; instead she wallowed in the a fit of moral conflict for most of her adult life.  Then, thanks to an admirer, August Moone entered her life and …. 
	You know the rest.
	The oldest teenager, Megan, also had issues and concerns about her “new” life.  She had been destined for college.  She was bright--despite being an avid pot smoker.  She was high into literature and math and art.  She was high on attending a prestigious university come the following fall.  She was excited about becoming a astounding member of society.  
	Now she was nude and being hammered by several cocks of various ages.  She continued to have ongoing sexual relations with her mother and sister, but she still longed for her dreams.
	Claudia, the sister, could care less.  She was the single one member of the New Bunch who didn’t give a fuck!  She hated her school, she hated pretending to be a good girl.  She sucked in school--grade wise.  It was a major struggle to get solid “B’s”, the stress of being somebody she wasn’t pissed her off and she felt more relaxed in the August Moone environment.
	Kristy missed her mother.  She hated her new daddy.  She longed to be with her biological father.  Did she want to go to bed with him, take a shower with him, have outrageous sex with him?
	Possibly.  But it wasn’t necessary.  If it happened it happened.  If not, Kristy was cool to let that be, too.  But she missed him and her mother, but her mother had pissed her off and so she was no longer so fond of her.
	It was a little overwhelming, a little enduring.  Young minds aplenty to “fix”, to tinker with.  With each “session” he took the time to get to know the person he was fixing.  This naturally involved sex.  A little caressing, some spanking, crevice exploration.  Brock & Logan were the exceptions, August wasn’t too into them, they were past their prime and no longer sexually attractive to August--but he didn’t mind them anyways.  He enjoyed watching them prance about naked, fucking the others, fucking each other.  And his Charlotte enjoyed them so they were keepers.
	With the inclusion of the New Bunch, his plan on reaching the reservation north of Denver seemed to go on hold.  Traveling about the countryside with so many onboard was not a secure thing to do.  Casually he thought of finding some place to plant them all then proceed to Standing Bear’s destination and seek the answers to his plaguing questions.
	Charlotte knew his thoughts, woman’s intuition.
	“Yer not going to leave me behind.” she stated.
	No, he wouldn’t do that to her--although she wouldn’t be alone and she wouldn’t mind being fucked on a regular basis.  She was not a mother hen, “acquiring” the New Bunch was August’s doing.  Ara was the other adult, she had most of her mind to her, August felt reasonably certain that left in charge she would pass.  (providing her with Happy Smoke wouldn’t hurt…)
	August had no idea what to expect from Standing Bear’s friend at the reservation.  There might be answers he wasn’t prepared for.  But both Charlie Dugout and Standing Bear had mentioned “the other side.”  August himself had been there, sort of.  The “other side” was a parallel world, of some type.  It was a place were the disposed of the Home World had gone, those unknown “missing” from the Bermuda Triangle, the Aztec, Anasazi, and other tribes of peoples “here one day, gone the next.”
	August firmly believed that the Device could lead him to a doorway into the new world.  But there was no guarantee that the new world was any better than the old.  Which was why he wanted to have a first glimpse, a looksee, a preview.  And to do that he would have to travel to northern Colorado and seek out the other secluded hidden Indian reservation.
	But, before he got the Bunch as a Whole to Denver…
	New friends and a minor “bump” in the road--due up in the next chapter.  C’ya there!