August Moone
Book 3
Sidetrips
Chapter 13
Shake a Leg

	His eyes fluttered.  He tried concentrating, staring up to the ceiling, marveling at the fine wood grain, the knots, the fact that it needed dusting.  His thoughts were interrupted by daughter Candice’s pussy muscles tightening their grip about his schlong.  He had been striving to slow the ascent into orgasm, but he was far too gone for that.
	Candice humped him, driving down onto his cock,; she sat back, arching her back.  Daddy Danny admiring her lovely teen breasts, his cock suddenly began to spurt off inside her.  His hands clamped tenaciously to her lovely-lovely ass, driving his bone as deep as possible.
	Their unionship enduring, Candice lay down upon her sweating naked immoral father and placed her lips onto him.  His poppy cock jutted all it’s love cream with spurts and jerks until finally subsiding.  He held his lovely child languishing in the ultimate sin.
	They finally came to sigh greatly together.  Though no matter how many times they fucked, fooled around, or fucked, it always seemed to be almost like the first time--for the both of them.  They fucked like there WAS no tomorrow, they fucked madly and extremely passionately.
	“So,” drawled Candice, “did you like what you saw the other day?”
	Danny had to think back, ‘the other day?’
	Candice smiled down at him, nuzzled into his neck and then whispered into his ear, “When you walked in on Jodie and me!”
	Danny gulped and began to lose some composure.
	“Oh, that--well, I-I uhm--”
	Candice stopped him with the pressing of her lovely fingers to his lips.  Danny was getting flustered, he squirmed and wanted to be somewhere else.
	Candice smiled at him, a twinkle came to her eye, her swamp box nestled onto his schlong, containing it.  “Don’t worry about it, you could have stayed.”
	Danny had to let that sink in a moment.  He gulped and looked a little frightened.
	“I-I could have stayed!?” he blurted out shockingly.
	“Yep,” Candice said with a simple shoulder shrug.
	Danny mulled it over quickly in his mind, the image of Candice was clear, but then--so was Jodie.  He blinked his eyes excessively.  ‘Son-of-bitch!’ 
	“Honest,” Candice continued, “you should have stayed.”
	“But-but-but, Jodie--I, she, it’s not--” he gulped and was losing control.
	“Dad, chill.” Candice told him, “Jodie thinks you’re hot!  Why do you think we were together fingering ourselves!?  We were thinking about you!”
	This just about done Daddy Danny in.

	That very night Danny lay in his bed, naked, a major erection pointing the way.  All the day he had been consumed with thoughts of daughters Candice and Jodie.  Candice was one thing, she was at least sixteen.  Jodie, though--he couldn’t.  He shouldn’t.  He shouldn’t.  Could he?  
	Sure he had heard many men, fathers, brothers, banging girls that young, and younger.  But that was them--could he?  Should he?  Candice said Jodie was willing.  Did that count for something?  
	His thoughts were so congested that he was unaware of his bedroom door opening.  It was late at night, only the dim light from hall nite light gave off the subtle hint that someone was coming in.
	Naturally he assumed it was daughter Candice.
	Wrong.
	The covers moved and a form slid into the bed, snuggling up against Danny.  Danny knew almost instantly as he snuggled against the form that it was NOT Candice.  (duh!)
	Fright overwhelmed him, but then he came to realize, too; Jodie was NAKED.  He became petrified, unable to react or do anything.  In his mind it was racing, whirring about--he saw himself fleeing, pushing Jodie out of the bed and diving into the closet.
	But in the bed Jodie found her father’s poppy cock, she gripped it and moved her hand lovingly up and down the lengthy shaft.  Her head rested on his belly.  Instinctively his legs parted and Jodie moved her head down.
	Danny was totally blitzed.  Getting a hummer from Daughter Candice that first night a while back was one thing--but from Jodie!  Could he?  Should he?
	Soon his hands were drifting over her bare backside, going thru her fine delicate super fine golden blond hair.  Jodie’s lips had come in contact with the head of his manhood.  Her tongue like Candice’s before her expertly tantalized him, pre-cum had already soiled the head, having long illicit thoughts of both Candice and Jodie beforehand.
	“Oh yessssss!” exclaimed Danny.  He thrusted up into his sweet daughter’s mouth, the illicit act being overwhelmed by incredible pleasures.  He gripped the cool of the bed sheets, tightening his ass muscles and diligently easing his cock into her mouth.
	Suddenly on the other side of the bed loomed his first daughter.  She was naked, as well.  She eased into the bed, dove under the covers and began nuzzling his balls.  This was too much!  Danny pushed his prick deeper into Jodie’s mouth, one hand caressing her bare ass, diddling her asshole while the other hand did likewise to Candice.

	A blowjob was one thing.  Having your naked pre-teen daughter straddle your cum spurter was quite another.  But she did.  She nestled her hot ready-to-fuck cunt down onto her father’s cock, grinding up and down the length of the shaft, further tantalizing her handsome dad into a furor.
	Both she and Candice had sucked his cock and played with his balls until he had shot an enormous wad of spunk.  Both girls lapped up the juices, Jodie not 100 percent into man spunk, but did it anyways as sister Candice promised the taste of jiz got better.
	Jodie’s breasts were just beginning to become something, small apples in comparison.  Danny tweaked the nipples while she rode his cock, it had just cum; it had cum in the morning, twice during the private afternoon fling, and now near midnight it was at it again!
	Jodie leaned down, pressing her lips to her horny father’s mouth.  His hands rested on her ass, diddling her backdoor, caressing her dainty smooth lily white ass.  Candice lay beside them, doing likewise.  
	Soon Jodie raised her hips, Candice gripped their father’s cock and helped with the “insertion.”  Danny was conscious of what was happening, Jodie’s quim was not so unlike her sister’s, just younger.  It was to be tighter and to put up a little more “resistance.”
	Jodie let out a little yelp as her maidenhead was deflowered.  Her butt tightened; her father held her cheeks and guided her easily down onto the length of his dong.  Danny pressed his lips to hers to further silence her anguish.  He slid with some effort as far as possible into her, about half way before he himself felt more discomfort than tolerable.  Then, while still holding her ass flesh, guided her up and down until she herself began to do so on her own.
	Then they commenced into a nice bout of sincere fucking.

	To say the least Jodie’s quim was sore.  Candice’s had been so as well, but with fingering herself, a hot bath, more fingering (and more fucking) the soreness gave way to simple pleasures.
	Jodie was for that.  Cocksucking was not her forte, but she did it anyways.  Danny was unaware that his darling daughter was NOT a virgin.  He was oblivious.  After the initial fuck, the lights were still off.  Danny rested as his cock demanded it.  Jodie couldn’t move, her father’s cock was much bigger (MUCH) than that of Kyle’s.  Candice helped her into the master bath whereupon they fooled around while easing the soreness from Jodie’s cunt.
	Thereafter, they brought washclothes and cleaned their father’s cum shooter.  Afterwards they sucked him back to full strength and Jodie laid out on the bed, receiving her father’s tool once more, Candice holding her legs back while the illicit act came to be.
	This time, Danny managed to sink himself fully into her pre-teen daughter, he pumped with vigor and vim (hey! Who invited those guys!?)  His cock popped out now and then, sometimes on purpose.  He laid his pipe against her poon, jabbed it at her asshole, then slammed it back into her pussy and fucked madly until finally ultimately spent.
	Despite the night of frolic, Danny was embarrassed the following morning at breakfast.  How could he look at his daughter (Jodie) again.  Certainly not the same anyways.  It was a difficult day at best.
		
	To explain was difficult.  Experiencing it was even moreso.  When coupled with daughter Candice, the knowledge of their illicit union was vague to non-existent.  It was bliss, they fulfilled one another’s sexual needs and did so from mere minutes (a quickie) to an enduring hour.
	                                           *****

	With Jodie, however--the first few times he virtually blanked out the event.  Only when achieving the wondrous orgasmic bliss he so sought did his mind snap back, looking down to the young pre-teen beneath him.  By then it was too late, far too late.  His cock was driving like a piston in her fuckable cunt, there was no stopping, none.
	He blanked out (partially) the event, he knew what it was, he just didn’t like admitting it.  She was too young.  Just too damn young.  Candice was bad enough, that was jail time, too.  He didn’t want to think about what the consequences were in regards to Jodie!
	It wasn’t a daily thing boning the girls; a hand job, a blowjob, walking in on them while they changed clothes, occupied the toilet, or bathed was, though.
	To say the least Danny’s cock was getting a work out.
	We now come to Mary-Kate.
	Mary-Kate was eight.  She was pretty, outgoing, energetic.  Partially tomboy-ish and partially girl.  She was cool kid.  She had some friends, no girls, just boys.  That was cool, too.  Mary-Kate was a “member” of a club, a secret club.  Just her and her three closest friends--the boys.  They had a secret clubhouse in the family Bonner backyard.  They did secret club things and such as the like like that there.
	The thing with Mary-Kate, though; she was blabbermouth.  Not on purpose, just gave up the information (a secret) without knowing it, just in passing in a conversation.  Such as was the case one day when chatting with sister Jodie.  And in turn, Jodie was overheard yapping to her father about the secret club--the boys of the said secret club heard her.
	This didn’t go over well and the boys voted to boot Mary-Kate out.
	Mary-Kate was sad.  Very.  She hadn’t meant to blab the secret, it just slipped out.  She begged and pleaded to be let back in.  But the boys were firm.  Candice got wind of the dilemma and sought to help.  She loved kids.  Really-really loved kids.  Boys especially.
	Candice had secrets.  Though she was a virgin when in the secluded hideaway with her dad, she wasn’t a “total” virgin.  Hint hint hint  She was a naughty girl.  Not just in thought, but in action.  It wasn’t that overly poignant to the story content, so she didn’t elaborate too much in her telling her side to August.  August didn’t mind.  If he found that it WAS necessary, he’d get it out of her regardless.
	So, back to Mary-Kate and helping her get back into the good graces of her secret club members.  Candice called a club meeting, to be held in the clubhouse in the backyard.  The boys semi reluctantly appeared (this occurring a couple of days after the “incident.”)
	They gave Mary-Kate a slight dirty look.  They liked Candice, though and each lad smiled at her.  There was Charlie, David, and Ralph.  Good American names.  Charlie (Charles) was from an uppity mobile yuppy family.  He was very white, thick rich curly blond hair.  Well dressed, even for play he wore slacks and a dress shirt.  David was the token African-American.  Ralph was of Chinese descent.
	“Mary-Kate is REALLY REALLY sorry for what she did.  She was wrong wants to make up for it.” Candice began.  “And there are a lot of ways to go about it, but I think it boils down to that Mary-Kate betrayed you, and she should be punished for it, right?”
	“Right!” blurted David.
	“I guess so.” stated Ralph.
	“She told about our secret club!” wailed Charles.
	“So she should be punished.” stated Candice.
	“How?” asked Ralph.
	“Well,” began Candice, “what sort of punishment do you think?  I mean, what kind of punishment do YOU guys get?”
	The boys shrugged and looked to one another sheepishly.
	“Well, I get time out, have to stand and face the corner while my dad yells at me.”
	“I have to stay in my room with no tv, no stereo, no friends, no phone.”
	David remained quiet, eyes shifty and looking around the floor.
	Candice on her knees took his hands, offered him a smile, “Do you get a spanking?” the boy gave a subtle nod.  Candice nodded, too.  
	“What about you,” she said to Ralph, “a spanking?”
	Ralph rolled his eyes, Charlie let out a long breath.  Both boys nodded subtly.  “So, would you say that after a good spanking, you learned your lesson?”
	Three shrugs.
	“I would think so.”
	Mary-Kate sitting on a small single sized mattress on an old metal army cot raised eyebrows and reared her head back.  She gulped and though lo it had been “discussed” it was getting down to the nitty-gritty and Candice had offered “other” options.  
	Those options weren’t presented to the boys.  Just the “spanking” option.  Candice remained quiet for a moment, then, “Well, what if you ALL got to spank Mary-Kate.”
	The boys looked to one another in shock and awe, and a little dismay.  It wasn’t lasting, they mulled it over quickly, thought about it, tried to picture it, mulled some more and shrugged their shoulders.
	Candice smiled.  She then turned her attention to her young sib.  She nodded to the young girl, Mary-Kate kinda frowned and sighed deeply, ‘there were other options…’
	She undone her turquoise jeans and lowered them just passed her ass.
	The boys eyeballed this, mouths open (to the floor), eyes wide, not breathing.  ‘Holy shit!’ written across each eight year old boy’s face.  Ralph licked his lips, Charlie blinked his eyes excessively, David flared his nose.
	Mary-Kate bent over, holding her jeans in place, just her powder blue panties exposed.  The boys gulped and nodded.  Candice pulled David closer, “Five swats.” she whispered.  Bare hand spanking.
	David stared and his first attempt was lame.  Mary-Kate rolled her eyes, she could spank HERSELF harder than that!  David let fly with his second swat, Candice eyeing him, noting that he was indeed getting an erection.
	His third spank caused Mary-Kate to tighten her ass muscles.
	David continued to stare at Mary-Kate’s ass, lingering.  He was fairly close to her, he could almost press his person against her.  Beads of sweat had formed on his upper lip.  He completed swatting Mary-Kate the blabbermouth.
	Ralph took his turn, mostly he giggled and smiled.  It was very clear and highly evident that he wanted to do more than simply swat Mary-Kate’s ass.  His allotted five swats came and went.  He stepped aside and Charlie came to be.  He WAS hard.  Very hard.  He could hardly move, breath, or function.
	He landed his swats, Candice had him lean into and press his body against her flank.  Charlie was near to his wits end, his eyes were bulging, so was his cock.
	He bit his lip hard and Candice pulled him back to the others.
	Candice smoothed her hand over her sister’s ass--then tugged the blue undies down herself.  Her jeans and undies came to rest in a bunch at her knees.  Candice parted Mary-Kate’s ass, running her finger up and down the crack and then locking the girl’s hands at the small of her back.
	Mary-Kate laid her head on the bare mattress.  ‘there were “options”--OPTIONS!’
	David came forward and swatted Mary-Kate five times on the bare ass.  He was beside himself as he did so.  Ralph could hardly move, he still grinned and completed his task in quick time.
	Mary-Kate’s ass was just barely turning red.
	Charlie came nextly and the poor boy was in a desperate fit.
	He made one swat before resting his young hand onto the girl’s hinny, he was anguishing.  He finished his task and then stepped back.  David was so noted to be gouging the heel of his hand into his bulge.
	Candice then helped Mary-Kate stand up.  The young girl rubbed her semi searing ass.  Big sister Candice pulled of the girl’s top, then helped shuck her jeans and panties.
	None of the boys were breathing.  Aircraft were diverted into the open mouths, the boys’ eyes could be used as landing surfaces.  Mary-Kate was turned about and the lads all got a nice look at a naked girl (their age.)
	She sat on the mattress with legs open, she then (on insistence form big sis) laid back.  There was the full viewing of Mary-Kate’s nudity.  The boys were in fits.  Candice pulled Ralph forward so as he could have a very close view.  David and Charlie came up close themselves.  
	Mostly unknown to David, Candice took over gouging out his aching bulge.  She caressed his butt and then whispered to the boys, “You can take your clothes off, if you want.”
	The boys gulped some more, looked to one another, blinked their eyes, and looked to Mary-Kate in wonderment.  Seeing their hesitation, “Well, tell you what--” Candice said with a leering smile, “I’ll take off MY clothes, too!  ‘k?”
	More gulping, awe, blinking, non-breathing.  The trio of lads looked quickly to one another, shrugged, then nodded their heads.
	Candice SLOWLY pulled off her top.
	“Now you.” she said devily.
	David was first to pull his shirt (top) off.  Ralph followed with Charlie going last.  He also wore a tee-shirt, Ralph and David did not.  Candice leaned forward, Charles’ eyes glued themselves to Candice’s bodacious breasts cupped inside her white bra.  She removed his tee-shirt, then gently caressed his cheek, brushing her hand against his bare chest as she sat back up.
	She then kicked off her shoes.  Each boy hurriedly did likewise.  The anticipation was a killer.  Candice wore super tight skin tight designer jeans.  SLOWLY she undone them and eased them down, she stopped right at mid-thigh, smiling and leaning back on a wooden chair.  She said nothing, she didn’t need to.  The boys eagerly helped pull the tight jeans down her long legs, ogling her tight fitting bikini style red panties with lace.
	With her jeans off, she sat up and looked to the boys with a cocked head.  She smiled and waited.  David was first (again) and stripped off his own jeans.  Ralph and Charlie followed quickly and all three then stood in their basic white briefs.
	All three had boners.
	Candice was pleased.  Mary-Kate was so-so.  She admired her fellow club members, she was somewhat annoyed with her big sis, there had been OTHER options, but this was okay, too.  	
	Candice stood in stance.  She smiled at the boys and they all took fingers to her undies and tugged them down.  Their young eyes feasted on her blond patch, their first real viewing of a teen girl’s poon.
	“Your turn.” Candice said once she was naked.
	The boys gulped.  Charlie was a little apprehensive, but he was the only one standing in his undies, too.  Slowly he eased his underwear down and stood butt naked alongside David and Ralph, all three lads with their little dinkies sticking out straight.
	Mary-Kate DID take a long gander at them.
	Candice then had Mary-Kate turn over on the mattress, she folded her hands up under her and Candice smiled, she nodded to the boys and patted Mary-Kate’s ass.  “Have a go at her again.” Candice told them.
	The boys thought it over, Ralph was first, laying his hand onto the eight year old’s ass and smacking it.  Mary-Kate flinched, bit her lip and wondered to herself it was worth it.
	Charlie took his turn with David last.
	Candice then turned her sister over who was getting a little peeved about the raw deal.  Candice then took her own hand to stroke lovingly the boys’ schlong members.  Cupping their balls and caressing their young ass flesh.  The boys were melting.
	Mary-Kate lay back on the mattress, on her back, opening her legs wide.  Lightly she fingered herself, the boys watched her while Candice on the sly fondled them.
	Candice then maneuvered David into position, easing him down into a kneeling position and helping him via coercion into the fine art of cunnilingus.
	The boy preformed admirably.  He sort of liked it, too.  It was different.  He grinned and stroked himself while he licked on Mary-Kate’s pussy.  Ralph and Charlie deftly took their turns and then,
	The boys stood shoulder to shoulder while Mary-Kate came before them on her knees.  She took each boy’s cock and sucked him, his bald hairless balls, and caressed his ass for a full five minutes.
	Candice continued to fondle the boys while little sis did her thing.  Candice had taught her well, priming her for a big event.  They learned on hot dog wieners from the fridge, bananas and carrots.
	After the oral portion of the program (to get Mary-Kate back into the secret club) she laid out on the mattress again.  Candice herself laid beside her, opening her legs and indicating for one of the boys to come hither.  
	Ralphy-boy took up the cause.  He came, crawled up, mounted, and eased his prong into Candice’s cunt.  Candice gripped his ass, as much as her father weeks earlier had done unto her in the backseat of the car.  She helped the boy fuck, he suckled her breasts, he got the “rhythm” and pumped on his own.
	He was allotted a full five minutes.  He was too young to cum, so five minutes was it.  He was still mighty hard, though; and so while David took his turn on the wild magic ride, he mounted Mary-Kate and fucked her.
	Mary-Kate was a virgin, she had humped on various vegetables and fingers (hers and sister Candice’s.)  but her poon had yet to be breeched.
	David breeched it.
	Ralphy-boy breeched it.
	Charlie breeched it.
	And with their schlongs still mighty hard; they, too, breeched her asshole. 

	With hands raised, cocks drooping some, minds a blaze with the sordid events of most recent kind, Ralph, David, and Charlie whole heartedly accepted Mary-Kate’s return into the Secret Club.  They also had to Pinky Swear that the sordid business of what occurred within the walls of the Clubhouse remained there.  It was a “SECRET.”
	Thereafter, it was back to a semblance of normalcy.  Sort of.  Almost. Candice and Jodie held off having “relations” with their father until the weekend.  Candice DID go out on dates with her boyfriend, but she always came home and came to his bed afterwards.
	Now, Scotty.
	Now Scotty was similar to Mary-Kate; in that he was outgoing, precocious, into everything, curious.  Growing up with three sisters provided the young lad with many opportunities to see his sisters in various stages of undress; from swimsuits, pajamas, panties, and butt bare ass naked.  But at his young age those things weren’t too much of a big deal.  It was his blatant curiosity that drove him, though.  He wasn’t shy at all and most always did his best to walk in on his siblings.  Mary-Kate didn’t care, Jodie and Candice cared--in the beginning, when they were a little younger.
	Then the tide of perversion and illicit immorality reared its head and Candice no longer cared.  She herself went out of her way to “help” young Scotty make sure he got the full view of her body, and of Jodie and Mary-Kate, too!
	This went on until that fateful day…
	Timeline wise the Mary-Kate had had her fling with the boys in the clubhouse two-weeks past.  Candice got to looking for her two young sibs she was watching, she had gotten wrapped up yapping to another girlfriend and when after they had left, she couldn’t find the two young ones.
	She searched the house, closets, and every place they usually liked to hide.  No soap.  She began to panic until she saw a curtain at the clubhouse move.  Whew!  As she made her way out to the clubhouse, she got a feeling.  She entered into stealth mode and became sneaky.
	Peering into the clubhouse via a special knothole she had in the back of the -house, she saw both her young brother & sister butt bare assed buck naked!  Candice was thrilled.  She was a little alarmed--but knew eventually it was going to happen.
	Natch.
	They two weren’t doing much more than standing facing one another, ogling one another.  Mary-Kate did a lot of giggling.  Scotty masturbated, he had a very little dinky.  Mary-Kate reached out and took over, then pressed her body to him to rub/caress his bottom.  Scotty did likewise.
	Nothing more occurred.
	Big sister Candice had to lend a hand.
	Waltzing in on the two naked sibs sent them into a scury, but they really had no place to go, sulking in a corner trying to shield their nudity.  Mary-Kate wasn’t overly fearful of being caught naked, that was no biggie, but being caught naked with brother Scotty, it was that inbred moral fiber thing that got in the way.
	Seeing that Candice was not going to bitch or yell or go off on them, Mary-Kate and Scotty stood up at their sister’s urging.  She patted the mattress and had Mary-Kate come for a sit.  She was lain down, legs opened wide--giving young Scotty a reason to live.  
	His pecker was small, but he was six, too.
	Candice stroked it, cuddled him, fondled his butt and got him to rub his thumb into the soft mound of Mary-Kate’s pussy.  Scotty was all attentive.  Schooled by big sis Candice Scotty “went down” on Mary-Kate, licking and sucking, slurping and nuzzling until Mary-Kate was on fire and “in need.”
	Candice then helped brother Scotty “mount” Mary-Kate and commence to some sort of fucking.  Mostly it was just a lot of humping, but close counts.  Candice stripped off her clothes and had Scotty “service” her, sucking, licking, grinding and humping.
	This was followed up by a few days later; Candice was once more in the clubhouse, putting up new curtains, adding a camping battery operated light, a throw rug, and just generally sprucing the place up.  At the door came a knock and outside stood Ralph, David, and Charlie.  They were in search of Mary-Kate.  Mary-Kate, though, was at an unscheduled doctor’s appointment and wouldn’t be back for a while.
	The boys were disappointed.  But not for long.
	Candice pulled them within the din, there was no waste of time, they all stripped naked, she undressing the boys and the boys undressing her.  Once naked, she made quick work of sucking their young puds, fondling their nads and thrilling them beyond belief.
	Thereafter each boy was spanked and coerced into sucking one another.  Thereafter they got to lay their pipes against Candice’s poon and ultimately penetrate her; humping to their hearts delight.
	This became something of a ritualistic happenstance.  When the “coast was clear” the boys came and had their OWN secret club meeting activities.
	But it wasn’t all that secretive.
	One more person became involved.
	One day, Candice and best friend Kimmie were spending the day at the beach.  Here, among the beefcakes, hunks, and various heartthrobs there, too, were some young fellas.  Not bad looking fellas, some cute pre-teen boys, young teen boys, and young boys.
	Kimmie made an offhanded comment that threw best friend Candice.
	“My, he’s cute.” she said it with a more of a strong interest flair than normally assigned to boys her own age.
	“Kimmie!” said a startled Candice.
	“Well, damn, he’s cute, aint the?”
	“Yeah, sure, but, he’s like--what, seven, eight?”
	“Yeah, therebouts, so?”
	Candice was shocked.
	“Oh chill, Candy,” Kimmie barked, “with you and those little squirts of Mary-Kate’s I wouldn’t think you’d mind!”
	Ut oh!
	Busted.
	Candice was a little uncertain, but Kimmie had just made a comment that was striking.  And she didn’t seem alarmed or anything.  Candice was speechless, Kimmie pointed out another boy who took her fancy, he was about eight as well.
	The girls walked along the beach, eyeing boys of all ages.  They came upon a young lad who was lost, who had strayed from his parents and other siblings.  He knew his name as Alvin.  He didn’t have a shirt on, but wore simple red bathing shorts.  
	The girls took him by the hand and walked around seeing if someone would spot him.  No one did.  The girls got him an ice cream and then walked him along the crowded beach some more.
	They soon came to where the beach segued into some sand dunes, driftwood trees, a small estuary, and river outlet.  The girls easily (mis)guided the young boy down among the dunes until they felt that it was secluded enough …
	Here they removed their swimsuits and tugged down the boy’s swim trunks.  They toyed with his itty pecker, caressing him and loving on him until horny Kimmie laid out and Candice maneuvered the boy onto her.  She helped, too, with the grinding the boy into position and helping with the fucking.
	Alvin giggled and carried on, he wasn’t opposed, just naïve, just terribly-terribly naïve.
	Candice got her turn, this after Kimmie coerced Alvin into licking out Candice’s cunt.  Kimmie licked, too.  The boy humped and humped, titty fucked, and attempted sodomy.

                                                     *****

	A break came to the story telling.  The girls clammed up.  Something had happened.  Danny was only partially aware of some of it.  He didn’t want to pry too much, he didn’t want to know.  For the moment, August let that be, he would find out--eventually.  (he had his ways.)
	The families all blended together and there was bliss and happiness.  The girls of Danny’s family seemed to be okay, Candice and Jodie, though, did harbor something deep and dark.  It didn’t bother August, he would find out in his own time.
	Ted was elated with the new addition.  By the end of the first week of “mingling” he was sinking his pud into Candice and Jodie.  He was creeping into Mary-Kate soon thereafter.  Danny, in turn, humped himself silly into Ted’s family--mainly Vicki (unaware that she was an android), and Harriet.  He, too, banged off into Joanne but preferred the younger girls…
	Of August’s family--choices-choices-choices.
	Kristy, Mary Anne, Claudia, Stacie, Dawn, Megan, Mallory, Cheri.
	Krista, Julie, Minn.
	The super young, too; Karen, Charlotte, Courtney.
	Danny wasn’t into “boys”, but didn’t mind watching them fuck the girls, or each other.  He also sunk his schlong into Ara Lee and Alice.  Charlotte had just given birth and wasn’t quite ready for “receiving” just yet.  
	And speaking of “birth.”  The twins, “Alex & Amber” were growing at an amazing rate.  Their metabolism was astounding!  For every day of life they were growing double!  August attested it to the fact of the Outer Body Experience, the Device, everything.  It wasn’t natural and concerned their mother, Charlotte.  She was already a mother, she had already had children and knew that Amber & Alex were exceeding the normal baby/infant growth rate.  But, she dealt with it, they still seemed to be healthy so that was a plus. 
	There still was no sign of Wendsy.  It still bothered August greatly and he had begun to contemplate seeing if he could get the Device to open a “doorway”.  Maybe Wendsy needed a rescue?
	 To take his mind off of his troubles and brooding, he walked.  Sometimes alone.  Usually alone.  He enjoyed Charlotte and the newborns, rested a lot, and walked.
	On one of his “walks” (alone) he came upon a late model Mercedes.  A near faded blue color, mid ’70s model.  The rear door was open and an old man sat there.  The car was parked under the shade of grove of trees, great boulders also were in the backdrop, the pasture just beyond.  The area was very remote and a mile or so from August’s encampment.
	August entered into stealth mode and silently (and invisibly) made his way close to the car.
	The man was well dressed, a three piece suit.  He was judged to be in his early 60s, thin build, white hair, clean shaven.  He had repose and August further judged him to be something of a sophisticate.
	He was not alone.
	Beside him was a little girl.  (natch)  she was pretty, and young.  Golden hair, short to just mid back.  Very pretty, well poised.  She wore a dress, knee length, blue with frills.  She was quiet and still.
	August got closer and observed that the old gentleman undoing his trousers!  He also released his “trouser” snake.  His old penis was rigid.  He tugged his grayish slacks down; white boxers, too.  
	He then parted his legs and proceeded to stroke himself.  He began to break out into a sweat, he closed his eyes then reached for the young girl’s hand.  She made no efforts to move or do anything.
	It was noted by August that the girl appeared to be “sleeping.”  her eyes were closed, mouth closed.  She was very still.  The old man took her young hand and placed it upon his cock.  He closed her hand about his prong and got her to work it.
	The old man trembled, mouth open and undulating.
	He gulped for air and then looked all about (for security’s sake).
	August held his pose just mere feet from the open door.  The old gentleman stopped the girl’s hand, then turned some and eased the child down in the seat.  Her legs were placed upon his lap.  She wore blue dress shoes, matching light blue knee socks.  The old man ran his hand up and down her legs, he stared straight ahead, not looking down at her for a few minutes.
	August got closer.
	Soon, though, the old horndog brushed his hand up under the girl’s dress.  Slowly the not-to-fancy but goodly dress was scooted up enough so as to reveal matching powder blue panties.  The old man gulped for more air, his aged eyes stared down at the girl, marveling at her as he pulled her dress up more to expose her stomach area.  
	His hand that bore no rings smoothed over her belly, then patted her chest (which was basically flat) and then came to rest on her panty front.  Again he looked up and stared out the windshield.  He sucked in some air (courage) and locked the child’s ankles with the other hand and placed her feet up onto the headboard (ceiling) of the car.
	A long look he did at the new angle.  He seemed to almost smile.  There was a gleam (of lust) in his withering eyes.  His nostrils flared and with the crook of a finger he ran amok the hem of her undies at the butt cheek.  When at the hem he began tugging the garment, moving it to expose the flesh.
	The whole of her ass was slowly exposed, the old man took a long gander at her “hole” and adjoining pussy.  Slowly he pulled the panties up to her ankles and seemed to melt into the seat.  Her legs were lain back down, pre-cum was soiling the tip of his bulbous schlong, there WAS a strong enduring smile etched on his face as he stared at her nakedness.
	He licked his lips and just sat methodically massaging his erection while eyeing her naked pussy.  No peach fuzz, virginal, and perfect.  He took it in for a long while, August was growing impatient.  But the old man laid the back of a finger against the tender “lips”, easing into the entrance.  He squeezed his aged cock and lapsed into several moments of “awe.”
	The panties fell off of the girl’s ankles, the old man placed/hooked her right ankle onto the headrest of the front seat, the other leg up on the headrest of the backseat.  Her dress was scrunched up to her neck.  The old man eased out of the car, looked all about for another security check, then stepped out of his slacks and underwear.  He removed his dress jacket but nothing more.  He then eased back into the car and laid his penis against the child’s pussy.
	August had the best view, he wasn’t too much into viewing the lily white hairless ass of the old man, his dangling balls; but seeing his prick laid against the child’s cunny--that was okay.
	The old geezer didn’t penetrate, he just humped.  He did poke and prod, but nothing too serious.  He took his cock to the child’s belly and humped there, too.  Cum was already oozing out of the man’s prong, gobs of it he smeared onto the girl’s poon.  He seemed to struggle with the debate of whether to penetrate or not.
	There was some satisfaction with just the simple humping, but actually penetration was the ticket.  At length he DID ease the head of his stout schlong into her entrance.  There was resistance but the man’s determination won out and he was in.
	Just the head and a bit past.
	He pulled out and continued with the humping, even poking at her tight anus.
	There was no reaction from the girl.  None.
	She wasn’t dead, she was breathing and not “stiff.”	
	The old man returned his cock to the girl’s cunny and eased himself into her a little more.  Her cherry was broken thru and the man began to hump until emptying himself.  He jerked and tightened up, he made noises like he was out of breath or all breath was escaping him.  He did grab his own ass and give it a hard squeeze.  He also spanked himself, hard!
	His cock oozed out a large wad of spunk matter.  Most soiled the child’s cunny beneath him, some had soiled inside her freshly broken entrance.  The old man nearly collapsed onto her, but managed to brace himself.  He DID, though, leaned down on her and whisper something.  August didn’t catch it, he was distracted by the drone of a helicopter.
	The old gentleman was too involved with the young girl to pay attention to the security breech, he was loving on her and only popped his grizzled head up when the “throp-throp-throp” of the rotor blades came closer.  He was in dire panic.  This was not a good thing.
	August had to intervene.  He had to.

	To say the least the old man was even MORE frightened when August made his appearance.  
	“Relax.” August smiled.  He stood bracing against the car, eyes closed.  The Device in his noggin came to life and zeroed in on the pilot of the helicopter.  There were two other men inside (no women).  They all were members of a Search & Rescue crew, supported by the county sheriff’s department.  August pegged the pilot and “diverted” him elsewhere to search.  Whether there were objections from the other two wasn’t know to August, nor did he rightly care.
	After the helicopter became a memory over the pasture and hills, August relaxed, opened his eyes and checked the status of the old man and little girl.
	The old man was in a panic, he mumbled incoherently and was in a frantic as he pulled up his clothes.  He seemed to be trying to explain that it wasn’t what it looked like.  
	August smiled, “I said relax.” he reached out and touched the old man on the arm as he scurried back into his trousers.  It was by Device but by August’s simple kind soft words.  (And the fact that August was gouging himself didn’t hurt, either!)
	August peered into the “sleeping” child.  He smiled and seriously gouged himself.  The old man was confused.  He gulped for air and his old well groomed face was a lather in sweat.
	“She’s a cutey.” August remarked.
	The old man was astonished, speechless, too.
	“Any relation?” August pried, he could very easily overwhelm the old fart and pick his mind at leisure via the ole Q&A method.  But that wasn’t always necessary.
	“Uh, no, no she’s not a relation.  She-she’s my pupil, er, my student.”
	“Student?”
	“I-I am a music teacher.  She-she was taking lessons from me.”
	Ah, an infatuation.
	“She’s a real charmer.” August said, surmising.  He squatted down and took a stronger note of her.  She needed a little cleaning up, she breathed slowly, very deeply sound to sleep.  He stood and noted the shady area under the nearby trees.  A nice layer of clover provided a natural nature bed.  The old man, Lawrence McGabe, pulled his infatuation out and carried her to the indicated spot.
	Lawrence’s clothes were all disheveled.  He asked no questions, he was still in awe and shock, dismay and slight horror.  He was very grateful and thankful and didn’t even ask how they had not been seen by the helicopter pilot.
	August didn’t provide any answers.
	He ran his hand up the girl’s leg, raising the leg and staring down to her slightly “stained” snatch.  Lawrence stared, too; gulping for air and still in shock.  August put her hand onto his bulge, no reaction from Lawrence.  He licked his lip and continued to watch, finally settling down on his knees opposite the newcomer.
	August slipped his finger into her freshly broken poon, then poked her still virginal anus, he got her to cup his balls and then he took the initiative of removing her dress.  She was virtually flat chested, but she was ten, too.
	August sat up on his knees, unzipped and fished out his cock.  Again he took the girl’s hand and got her to fondle him.
	“Becky.” the old man said on trembling lips.  
	August smiled and closed the girl’s young hand about his organ, getting her to work it until he was just about ready to unload.  He further took initiative by raising the girl’s head and splashing her face with his jiz.
	By now Lawrence was hard again.  He continued to gulp for air, watching as a virtual stranger masturbated onto the young girl he loved.  He soon was running his hands up and down Becky’s legs, he was in a bad way.
	“What have you got her on?” August asked out of curiosity.
	“What? Oh, uhm, a-a-uhm, a con-concoction of sleeping aids.” he mumbled.  He paused a moment of his fondling.  August smeared his goo onto the girl’s face, her lips.  The head of his cock inching into her mouth, his hand to the back of her head working her back and forth his flaccid schlong.
	Lawrence was hard.  August sat back, “I’d like a go at her myself, if you wouldn’t mind.”
	The old man shook his head that he wouldn’t mind.  
	August smiled back to him indicating, too, that he (Lawrence) should do her (again).  Good & proper, too.  Lawrence, though, was a little embarrassed.  August ambled to a standing position and began stripping off his clothes.  “There’s a pond nearby, gonna go take a dip.” he smiled and ambled off leaving Lawrence in a bit of a stupor.
	He recovered quickly enough and after a moment of contemplating, staring at the very naked “Becky”, stripped off his own clothes and lay between her legs, angling his cock into her poon.  With ease and determination he pushed himself into her body.  Becky DID arch her back despite her conscious state.  She was “coming” around.
	Her music teacher slid deeper and deeper into her, about half way.  He pulled out and humped her cunny, then dragged himself up to hump her belly before sliding back and re-entering himself into her entrance.
	August watched it all while invisible right up close and undetected.
	Lawrence got into a rhythm and humped his fill for a second time, cumming fully into Becky’s young poon.  He made many moans of satisfaction.  He took the girl’s hand while in the “cool down” phase and had her caress his bare sweaty ass, even to spank him. 
	He finally gave his all, nearly collapsing onto the girl as his strength was all but ebbed out of him.  He lay off to one side heaving, cum still oozing from his schlong.  Cum and blood coated his cock and balls as well as Becky’s pussy.
	August could lightly hear the throp-throp-throp of the helicopter distantly.  He stared off into the direction, but it was beyond the hills and trees and a ways away.  August “reappeared” and came to the naked music teacher and his student.
	Using the girl’s own panties he cleaned the child’s cunny, then inserted (with an approving nod from Lawrence) his cock into her and fucked her until she began to stir more and more.  August detected how out of it she was and then zapped her with his own “sleeping” aid.
	Once satisfied with humping her cunny, he laid her across his lap and smacked her ass.  Lawrence liked that.  He was mesmerized, licking his lips and fondling himself.  He had utilized Becky’s soiled undies to clean himself as well.  Thereafter, all eyes were on Becky’s lovely-lovely ass.
	Lawrence moved closer and ran his hand over the twin delights, his cock began to surge back to life, August pulled a cheek open and Lawrence feasted his eyes upon the glory hole.  He fingered, eyes closed, breathing hard and contemplating much.
	The best position for entering the ye olde backdoor was with Becky laid out in the backseat, part way.  Grizzled old Lawrence McGabe tongued her backdoor, spanked her ass flesh, then applied his gangly throbbing rock hard 64 year old cock.

	Full anal penetration wasn’t overly accomplished.  He didn’t want to seriously hurt her or tear her up, but August noted that there WAS indeed a “desire” to do so.  But not to Becky.  August probed, he had to.
	Though Lawrence was well educated, a professional, a retired teacher from the City currently teaching privately, a refined man, a graduate of Harvard, studied in Germany and England--Lawrence McGabe was a perv.
	Mostly he harbored his perversion to himself, there were incidences, times in his life whereupon there were “incidences” like with Becky.  The “sleeping” concoction came to be as he was studying music overseas, a variety of speciality “sleeping aids” came to be.  They had amazing powers with some ingredients coming from the far deep interior of the Congo and other unfriendly jungles where the local pharmacy was as close as your local Witch Doctor.
	On other occasions where he slipped the girl-student the potent sleep aid, it was subtle and not as strong.  On those occasions he merely lightly fondled the girl, lowered her undies a bit to look at her between her legs, a light fingering of her pussy and the girl before Becky--he had his cock out, her panties down, and he lay on her to hump until he spewed spew.
	It was then he knew that his concoction was very potent.  The girl never knew.  He cleaned her up and gave her the “antidote” of which took effect in mere minutes.  It made the child a little dizzy and some got tummy aches, most just merely had to go to the bathroom.  Then they were better.
	Further probing about found that if he could, if the opportunity was there, if he did not know the girl and was not close to her in anyway, and other security measures were taken, he would probably be rough with a girl during sex.  IF he could get away with it, not retribution, no police.  He wouldn’t wish to see any serious harm come unto a child, but he WOULD like to spank as hard as he might, to pee on a girl, to watch her pee (and poop), to be mercilessly fucked, drenched in cum, etc.
	It was a very hidden portion of Lawrence McGabe.  Very hidden.
	August smiled inwardly to himself--he could help this man and his desires.  He humped on Becky’s backdoor, spanked her a little more, spilled his aged jiz into her hole and then onto her ass.  He sat back and watched as August took over, turning the child over and easing his cock into her, parting her legs out wide and back.
	His cock slammed into the girl, just part way, his dick was too big, her cunt too small for full penetration.  He did his best, though, bringing it out like Lawrence had and humping to satiate the manthing before plunging it back into the youngster’s poon.
	Becky was a good fuck.  August came off into her greatly, he developed a massive headache, loss of all energy, and immediately wanted nothing more than to lay out on the clover and sleep.
	But the drone of the helicopter loomed again.
	Throp-throp-throp
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” August bitched aloud.  He came out of the car and sought out the lumbering flying machine.  ‘Go the fuck away!’ he commanded to the pilot.
	And again the chopper tilted to the right and thropped over the hills into the nearby desert-scape.
	“I think we’d better scoot on, they aren’t going to rest until they’ve scanned this area.”
	Lawrence was for that, a little apprehensive, though.
	“Relax,” August smiled to him as he pulled on his clothes, “I’ve got a place--just for you.”  boy howdy!

                                                       *****

	His eyes came to rest on Kristy, who was in a one piece bright orange bathing suit, with accompanying camel toe.  After finding it necessary to “breathe” again, his old green eyes came to rest on the pretty step-sister of Kristy, six year old Karen.  Julie and Minn (age 10) were seen playing, a bit of a smile came to the old man, he nodded (mostly to himself) he could do well in August company, very well indeed.
	The naked (still) Becky Tittles (no, really) was brought into the mega RV.  Here Lawrence McGabe met August significant other, Charlotte.  She was nursing the twins who were now almost a month old, despite being only borned just days past.
	Becky’s poon and glory hole were cleaned up, then massaged.  August left him and went to be with his mate.  Lawrence rested on the main bed with Becky, both naked.  He would be there awhile, August held his daughter and napped.

	He awoke out of a sound sleep with a startle.  Not much time had passed, but still.  He felt as if though “time” HAD passed.  It was still light outside, but evening had set in.  Some of his family was about, making dinner and this and that.  Mother Nature soon called and he made his way aft.
	The main bedroom/masterbath was secluded from the rest of the motor home with a sliding door.  Peeking in August saw to his delight the young girl still mostly “out”, her legs bent back and up along Lawrence’s bare chest as once more he hammered his cock into her sweet pussy.
	August drained his lizard, took the time to shave and then hoped into the shower.  His mind drifted while showering, Wendsy always showered with him.  He still could not pick her up.  He was certain of two things, she had traipsed over to the Other Side, or was dead.  It was the not knowing that was the pisser.
	Lawrence took a shower after August.  August fingered out the very muchly sleeping Becky.  A child who HAD come from a good family in the City, father was a wealthy industrialist.  There were other siblings, she was well schooled, very prim & proper, but not a prude or stuck up or anything.
	She was not highly aware of her “body”, she farted, she had just gotten into fingering her poon and discovering the joys of tantalizing herself, but not to the point of bringing herself to orgasm.  Not just yet.
	She had brothers, one older and one younger.  Both she had seen naked.  Mostly the younger one.  No biggie, she thought nothing of it.  She had never been molested, her father did sometimes hug her affectionately, but not often.  
	She was a good girl.  August emptied himself into her asshole, spilled some sticky seed on her belly and the rest squirted onto her very pretty face.  He was humping off into her mouth when Lawrence emerged from the shower.  He stared at his princess for a moment, drying off.  His cock that had been limp slowly became stiff.
	There was a polite knock on the door, it slid open a scooch, “May I use your bathroom?” asked Kristy.  The mega RV came with two bathrooms, one grand and one basic.  Despite this with the amount of August’s crew, and the growing numbers almost daily, the bathroom(s) got a lot of usage.
	He smiled and nodded.  Lawrence stepped back into the shower to complete drying off.  Kristy watched as August finished jerking off into the newest member of the Crew.  Kristy, fully clothed, whisked her jeans and panties down then sat on the toilet.
	She ripped a narly butt blast then a steady stream of pee began to issue forth.  Lawrence stared at her, Kristy smiled at him, her face becoming aglow.  McGabe’s old whitherspoon came to full mast.  Kristy reached out for it, pursing her lips.
	Another butt blast ripped from her puckered anus, she drew Mr. McGabe to her, he stepped out of the shower stall and Kristy stroked his organ, cupped his gray haired balls, then engulfed his cock.
	August lay on his side, perched up on his arm, lightly finger fucking the ever sleeping Becky.  Lawrence watched as he got his blowjob, he clutched at his smooth skinned ass, spanking himself as he pumped.
	He made subtle (and not so subtle) noises as he sank himself into Dawn’s sweet delectable pussy.  He held off cumming in her, too.  Already he had pegged the demure Mary Anne and went up the Hershey Highway of the Christian-Choir churchy girl Krista--while she noshed on her brother Kirk’s cock while under her sucking her cunt was Megan (sister of Claudia, daughter of Ara Lee.)  Megan also latched onto Lawrence’s balls and give him another thrill as he fucked.
	He thoroughly got off watching Chip-12, Kevin-7, Kyle-Jackie at eight, hump on the girls.  All the girls, of all ages.  McGabe seemed very enthralled watching the young boys mount and fuck the very young girls as well as the teen girls.  Adult women Ara Lee, Alice, Joanne, and Charlotte were a thrill to watch as they took on the young boys and the teenage boys.  McGabe was further enthralled watching the girls go down on each other.  He wasn’t too much into boys and so only was mildly interested when the boys were put to the task of sucking off one another.
	This all occurred over the space of a couple of days.
	They were buzzed by the pesky nosey helicopter, August hotly sent them elsewhere--but it was clear that they would be back.  The August clan was going to have to move along elsewhere.  This unnerved August as he felt that he needed to stay put, just in case Wendsy traipsed her way back into the This Side.
	By week’s end, newcomer Lawrence McGabe had entered, fingered, or been sucked on by all the girls/teens/women of the August clan combo.  Young Becky had “come around” but was now under the influence of August and his Amazing Device.  (Lawrence was not made aware of the Device.)