August Moone
Timing is Everything
Chapter 12
The Journey Beyond

	Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!  Sally didn‘t make it home--not right off.  She was zombiefied and whisked to August’s home firstly for a little spanking, cunnilingus, a bit o’ water sports, and then straight sex on his bed.  He banged her virgin pussy good and hard, spanked her harder and peed on her while she stood utterly confounded in his small rinky dink shower.
	Thereafter he did return her to where she belonged, wiping her mind of her encounter with him and then he cruised on--he had stuff on his mind and needed to think.
	He pretty much had concluded that getting back to 2000 wasn’t going to happen.  It had been corrupted, probably right off from the onset.  Whether or not that would have devastating or detrimental effects on his person or possible future he had no idea.
	It bothered him to think that he had 20 years to re-live.  Most of that time was not good.  He floundered about aimlessly seeking his way.  Was this then a possible chance at redemption?
	Well, if so, he’d blown it…

	Central High was not going to be the same--not for a while.  August somewhat felt badly about that, it had gotten out of control.  HE had gotten out of control.  He didn’t go to school the following day, or the next.  Or the rest of that week.  He worked a little for Mr. Peter’s and motored about the town (of Flagstaff) before striking out for Tuba City and then Mexican Hat.
	He changed his mind at the last minute, when zooming out along the highway up along the Painted Desert he got a serious case of the heebie-jeebies and stop.  Had he seen Charlie Dugout back at the school, was it a warning, had he traveled back in time, too?  Could he find the old prospector?  
	Too many questions with no answers.
	He returned to his hovel and brooded.
	The beginning of a new week found August back at his old school.  He wasn’t there for any “attendance” and not really for any shenanigans.  Just roaming, thinking, perusing a few books.  He sat in the library and then moved to the cafeteria.  Tons of cops were now on campus, tons of narly gossip flew like wild fire, too.
	Come the end of the day August sighted in on a one lovely Tammy Hewes.  Another member from the Speech & Debate class.  Flaming red hair, equally flaming personality; knew the words to the Brady Bunch and Gilligan’s Island, the Munsters, etc.  She was friendly and somewhat attractive.  
	She was in the company of best friend Lee Ann.  Lee Ann was cute, too, dark hair, super curly	, friendly, shy & reserved.  SHE was in a pair of super tight jeans, Tammy just in a pair of regular jeans.  Both were most desirable and August desired them.
	He gave them a ride--they were trusting and accepting fools.  Tammy rode in front while Lee Ann rode behind.  No helmets, three riders, zoom-zoom-zoom!
	It was a short ride regardless, down the street, up two blocks, down the lee side of the some municipal airport (about 5 block lengths) then over the railroad tracks, one block more and a right turn and down half a block.  August never powered down to 2nd, he slowed down a bit here and there but kept the throttle wide open--exhilarating his passengers.
	Tammy was heard to chortle--at the end of the ride--”I almost wet my pants!”
	While the girls made for the house, August--naturally--zapped them.
	They were still jazzed from the perilous ride, but he managed.  Their minds were wiped of his doings, including the ride.  He then put it to them (figuratively) that he was not even there.  (invisible mode)  Thereafter the girls quickly were returned to their normal selves, just open for accepting August’s SUGGESTIONS.
	The house was Tammy’s.  Lee Ann often came to stay for a while before trudging to her own humble abode two more blocks down and two over.  August was curious and would get to the Q&A a bit later on…
	Inside the house was cool, no one home.  The girls chit-chatted, avoiding the newsworthy topic of what had happened at their school--and poor young Mr. Brett was being the one solely scrutinized as the culprit--along with Tonya’s brother.
	The girls sashayed down the hall and August was most amused, so carefree and chipper; nice asses, too.  The two went on yapping, mostly Tammy doing all the yapping, yapping enough for the two of them.
	When in Tammy’s room down the hall, throwing their books down and such, August zapped them once again but with a Suggestion--’Take off your clothes.’
	They girls paused a moment, accepted the command and still yapping, being chipper, they began stripping down somewhat unaware of the fact of what they were actually doing!  
	When down to their panties he had them stop.  Bare tops and just in their undies…August was cool with that.  Butt naked would be nicer, but for now--he wanted to see them prance about the house in their panties, assuming positions, sitting, bending--his cock ached terribly (still) and needed a little foreplay before anything else.
	The girls got sodas from the fridge, walked around the house complying to August’s commands, out into the garage and then out into the backyard.  It was secure enough, high fence with shrubs and such.  The girls went on nonchalant and August was quite elated.
	At length he had them slip their panties off and waltz about naked.
	August followed along just as naked, jerking off and finally halting the girls in the covered patio.  He had Tammy bend over the picnic table there and he began fingering her hole.  Onto his knees he went, licking her funky backdoor, probing the Hershey Highway with his tongue, flicks to her taint and then to the most glory of all glories--her flaming red twat.
	Was she a virgin?
	Yes.  On all counts.  Except for one--or two.  Count One she DID jerk a boy’s dick off, right to the cumming stage.  She fondled his balls and slipped a finger daringly to his bung hole.  On Count Two she DID allow a boy to suck her bodacious titties and slip HIS finger down to her most glory of all glories--but that was as far as it went.  She didn’t suck or take it up the ass.
	But she wanted to.
	But she feared pregnancy and catching some lame disease.
	But she fingered banged herself--a lot.  She tweaked her nipples and ran vegetables up and down her pussy, especially her wash rag while showering.  She farted and had heard her brothers fart as well as her dad.  She was the youngest of  the brood having three boys older than she.  She had never been molested but HAD played slight sex games with her brothers--exposing themselves, blatant masturbation, watching each other masturbate, running bare assed naked through the house on a dare, lighting farts, watching each other pee and pee out in the back yard and light touching.
	Tammy had jerked off all three of her brothers, but never sucked them or allowed them into her other two orifices.  The boys had looked right up close to her pussy and licked it but that was all.
	August slipped into her asshole and fucked her into oblivion.
	His cock needed serious rest after buggering Tammy’s hole.  Cum oozed out and he wondered about having Lee Ann lick it clean.  His cock was funky--real funky and slightly “stained.”  Still having the energy he probed her, rubbed Tammy’s ass and learned that best friend Lee Ann DID desire a sexual fling with Tammy.
	Tammy was just unaware.
	Lee Ann fingered herself not thinking or dreaming or fantasizing about Boys--but about Tammy!  Lee Ann HAD been molested by her step-father, her step-father’s uncle, too.  Both had taken pictures of her while she was naked.  She had been forced to suck their cock and be fucked in the ass.  Neither man fucked her pussy, but both sucked it good, though.
	Both men were now in the state pen for child pornography, Lee Ann had nothing to do with it, they got sloppy and greedy and security issues went out the window.  Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!
	Lee Ann didn’t necessarily hate or despise boys, not in general--but she clearly understood what they were about and what they wanted; PUSSY!  Lee Ann frigged her young box almost on a daily basis, came often as well and licked her fingers.  Unbeknownst to best friend Tammy, Lee Ann did more than rub various vegetable matter against her hot poon, she fucked herself with them!
	With August’s cock now fully revitalized with knowing Lee Ann’s Answers to his Questions, he cleaned off his prick using Tammy’s panties and stuffed his pork into Lee Ann’s hungry quim.
	His cock exploded deep inside the young girl, his body shuddered and toes and hair curled, then straightened out then curled again.  The sensations of his actions were incredible.  There was trembling and gyrating, bucking and humping.  They moved from the picnic table to the grass and completed their illicit union moments later.
	August was nearly drained, he peed on Lee Ann’s poon and then lay out to bask in the late afternoon sun.

	Before too long he moved to move the girls back inside the house, it was getting to hot outside.  He showered and then showered with each of the girls, promptly reaming their assholes out and enjoying himself while he was in some dire agony.
	He gave Tammy a good doinking on her bed, spanked her and was about to sink his desensitized schlong into Lee Ann’s quim when the front door opened.  “Tammy?  Tammy, you home?  Whose motorcycle is that outside?”
	August rolled his eyes…
	He could smell the newcomer moving down the hall, tossing her keys on the kitchen table as she moved.  The woman had a wondrous scent about her and August barely had time to grab his Device (not his dick) and zap the woman before she saw what she shouldn’t see.
	He took a much needed breather, downed a soda and then came up behind the frozen-zombiefied woman at her daughter’s bedroom door.  She wore beige slacks and an off-white blouse, 32Bs, dangling gold loop earrings, and quite tall.  Thin build, long jaw line, flaming red hair like her daughter’s--but none of the boys had red hair.
	August began fondling the woman, reaching around and squeezing her more than ample hooters, then undoing her slacks and lowering them.  Her bra he undone and then went to his knees, kissing her panty clad ass before tugging the beige garment down and placing some hickies onto the cool flesh.
	Her backdoor was virginal--was.
	She had NEVER had sexual thoughts towards her sons.  August doubted it and thought that she might be able to lie to herself in concerns of such matters.  She DID, however, have some sexual desires to make out with a close girlfriend.  She hardly ever handled her husband’s cock.  She claimed never to have given head and most usually when making love was in the typical Missionary Position.  Sometimes she and hubby showered or bathed together--but that was about as risqué as it got.
	August sought to change all that.
	First, a doinking!
	Right in the hallway with her head inside her daughter’s room, daughter Tammy and best friend Lee Ann laid out on the floor in a delicious 69er; August probed Jancie’s asshole with his tongue before poking her strongly and then making determined anal entry.
	His cock was screaming in pain and agony and very little pleasure.  There was no cum to come, he was “empty.”  but determination was everything, he slapped the woman’s fleshy ass and then rolled her onto her backside and promptly stuffed her cunt with his cock.  No pumping, no humping, just letting the tender-sore-aching schlong “rest” somewhere nice and moist and pleasing.
	Taking this impromptu time-out he took the time to nosh on the woman’s tremendously delicious 32Bs.  He eyed the two teen girls on the floor as they continued 69ing, carefully he implanted notions for them to accept when he was gone--to continue their cuntlick exploration, to love one another, pee on one another, bath and fart in each other’s face, to lick each other’s hole	and so on and so on.
	His cock was near ready to resume humping when he heard a car door slam.  “Son-of-a-bitch!” he whined.  He scarcely had the strength but motivated himself to move the hapless naked mother up and into her room, laying her out on her bed.  He then stood in the doorway which was right across from daughter Tammy’s.  Both Tammy and Lee Ann were still noshing…
	In through the front door waltzed one of Tammy’s older siblings, followed by a friend.  The friend detoured into the kitchen to grab a soda, the brother called out for his mother and sister as he moved down the hall, turning into the hall bathroom.
	Just as the toilet flushed and bathroom door opened, August nailed him.
	The lad in the kitchen had already been “nailed.”
	August quenched his thirst again, this time with a beer from the fridge.
	Thereafter he rested a good thirty minutes before continuing; which was to have the boys now get into the act.  (After a brief Q&A)
	Brother Rodger DID desire to peg his sister, in whatever hole he get in.  He HAD screwed his girlfriend AND girlfriend’s young sister--she was merely 13 and he enjoyed it greatly--but she had recently just informed him that she was “late.”  Rodger was not into sex with other guys, but DID jerk off with a best pal--like the one sitting in the kitchen.  Rodger had no sexual thoughts about screwing his mother.
	Jonesy did, though.
	Jonesy--Rodger pal in the kitchen, wanted to fuck Ms. Hewes.  Badly.  He wanted to bang Rodger’s sister, too.  Jonsey wanted to fuck ANYTHING, except guys--he felt strongly about that.  Jonesy was even hip to porking young girls (if he could get away with it.)  but mostly he was hot for Ms. Hewes.
	August smiled and after having the lads strip down he had them sandwich fuck Ms. Hewes--Jonesy in her pussy with son Rodger in her ass.  August watched and wished he had his old camcorder.  He pegged Lee Ann who was on top of Tammy and when he had filled Lee Ann’s cornhole had Tammy underneath lick out Lee Ann’s cum laden shitter.
	Both Rodger and Jonesy had cum successfully in Jancie.  August’s cock was not in the mood and so while the boys being teens were, he had them double team Tammy and then Lee Ann.  August showed in COLD water, killed another bottle of beer and then fucked Jancie himself.
	At five-thirty the other two brothers came home.  The daddy of the family wouldn’t be home for another hour.  August had the two older boys strip and fuck everybody.  August learned further that the boys--minus Jonesy, DID suck one another in their youth, butt fuck and gave one another hand jobs.  They hadn’t done so in a while, a long while.  August returned them to doing such, now to involve their sister AND mother.  (AND Jonesy!)
	August could do no more and left the family naked, confused, abused, cum stained, with strange sexual thoughts rolling their heads (as they sat out in the backyard after a serious orgy.)

					*****		
	
	It was a week before he tempted fate again; his cock needed the vacation.  There were plenty of “temptations” that sent him--somehow he managed to cool it and let them be.  With school no longer in his future eh worked for the grouchy-grumpy asshole of the year Mr. Peter’s full time and continued to evade the burning desire to make north his destination and seek out Charlie Dugout in the area of Mexican Hat.
	In his spare time he dabbled in books, actually spending some time in the local libraries reading up on what he could (and could understand) about quantum mechanics, relativity, time travel, and physics.  It was long boring drab reading and only a scooch did he pretend to understand.
	Time he understood to be something like the wind, passing over events in some sort of chronological order; and no sooner is something along the way brought into perspective than it is swept away by the currents and another takes its place.  This, too, to be swept away over and over again. 
	The concept of time, ever since H.G. Wells’ “The Time Machine” there has been the strong notion about traveling through time, one way or another along the chronological order.  It was determined that though written history and the spoken word of history were grand and “good enough” for settling disputes and arguments of Who settled what first, who won what victory, who invented what and so on, SEEING such things taking place for ourselves seemed to be the logical point of progression.
	Many physicists studying time have concluded that though time is a constant it may in fact “loop” itself.  Many other top physicists poo-poo this silly notion, decreeing that time IS a constant, going off into one continuous straight line and in no way capable of meeting itself.
	There were several theories regarding the concept of Time Travel.  Scientists all over the world had long since determined that there were actually no laws preventing such foolish endeavors.  They made the astounding theorem about the discovery of wormholes.
	These phenomena revealed that the “mouths” could be next to one another in the same space--but occupying a different point in time. Physiicists then began to be concerned with the paradoxes this brought.  Traveling back in time could cause unknown repercussions in the time traveler’s future--say meeting himself, or some relative and inadvertently (or otherwise) causing that person’s death.  This would eliminate the time traveler of the future.
	But would that time traveler stop existing in the present time he/she occupied?  There were worries and concerns and much heated debates in the scientific world.  And since no one had actually been documented traveling thru time and coming back to tell about it--well, it was all still theory and good science fiction hoopla.
	
	After filling his noggin with shit that only sought to give him migraines, he returned to Central High; wrote more bad words on the blackboards, embarrassed the girls, forced jock-asses out of the gym butt naked, and banged his career counselor.  
	She was not the prettiest woman, but she had been nice to him during his stay at the school and tried to help him while other counselor had already signed off on him.  She had a private office and while she was by herself--he helped himself to having her strip naked for him and lay out on her desk.  He banged off into her very furry poon and then poked her backdoor as well.
	He kept her panties and left her in a slight disarray, cum stains on her titties and pussy, cock taste in her mouth, and narly twisted visions of desire for virtually every boy on campus.
	After that he followed another classmate home, Julia.
	Julia was another flaming red head, but different than Tammy--much different.  Julia was an ultra skinny model, long straight fiery red hair, long narrow face, slight hips, and a proud member of the Itty-Bitty-Titty Committee.
	She was a virgin, but horny.  She fingered herself often and used cucumber, zucchini, and bananas to get herself off.  (she even sodomized herself with them!)
	She was an honor student and liked classical music as well as odd behavioral tunes like grunge and punk rock.  She was curious about sex and sexual doings--including what it WOULD be like to give head, to taste a guy’s spunk, and be fucked in the ass by a real cock.
	Like Tammy, she had siblings, all boys.  Two older and one younger.  Naturally as siblings they had seen one another in various stages of undress, and had exposed themselves semi-willingly to one another as well.  But nothing more, nothing like Tammy and her brothers.
	And Julia had no desires to be overly naughty with her brothers, either.
	August was lightly amused to find while she stripped for him that she bore no panties.  She only wore underpants when she was on her period.  August worked himself into a frenzy and then into her mouth--filling her mouth with his large organ (and subsequent spunk).
	She didn’t seem to mind and lapped up the ooze and sucked his quickly limping prick with vigor and vim (on her own!)  Thereafter she sucked on his balls and for a lark he turned about and had her go for his dirt chute.  She did so partially on her own and on August’s will.
	Then, right in the hallway he sank his burning bone into her poon.  It was far better than any vegetable.  She had busted her own cherry with a cucumber months earlier so there was no “blood” to worry about soiling the carpet.
	When done thrashing about on the floor, August sucking on her “A” cup titties, the girl peed.  A great gushing orgasmic whiz.  THAT soiled the carpet.  August didn’t care, it wasn’t HIS fucking carpet.  He straddled the girl and peed on her chest, face, and then the last bit on her pussy.
	Right at the pivotal point of cumming in her asshole as she lay across her bed--the front door opened.
	August sighed--shook his head and listened as the “mother” bitched about “whose bike was that out in the drive?” he snickered and completed his task with Julia then zapped the mother.  (Here we go again!)
 
	There WAS a girl that August was sweet on--mostly out of desperation.  She wasn’t overly attractive or overly unpleasant.  She was sweet enough, pretty in a homely sort of Plain Jane way.  She was smart but not honor student smart.  She had a body that was okay and desirable enough to shag.  And her name was Leanne.  (lot of Lee Anns in this segment, huh?)
	This Leanne had short dark hair, dark eyes, very well rounded face with dimples.  She had a slight Texas drawl but not overly present when she spoke.  She was an all around good egg and could tell just as dirty raunchy jokes as any guy.
	But she was a player, too; going from August to another boy, a friend of August’s.  But as August had a ride, the Harley, she most often teamed up with him rather than August’s friend who did NOT have a ride.
	They usually went for rides out to the country, up into the mountains, out to the desert, to the movies, park, etc.  He had no phone so he usually just “showed up” at her door and announced himself.
	On his most recent “show up” Leanne was unable to accompany him.  She had “house chores” to do.  Her mother, Joann was not 100% pleased with motorcycle rider August, but she was pleasant with him anyways.
	August of 2000 took a backseat (for the time being) while August of 1980 took charge.  After learning Leanne would be unable to go out with him for the day (it was Saturday) she instead invited him in.  August had never gotten anywhere with the girl, just handholds and nothing more--not even a KISS!
	August of 2000 was going to change that!

	Her mother was home, along with an older brother, both playing cards at the kitchen table.  Leanne was doing kitchen detail and baking a cake.  An older-older bro was at work while a younger one was at baseball camp.  The daddy, too, was at work and August 1980-2000 was horny.
	In between doing kitchen detail and checking on the cake Leanne and August ‘80 entered into the den just off from the kitchen, occupied space on the carpet and played a silly parlor game--Yathzee.
	This day Leanne wore bright yellow shorts.  Terrycloth shorts that were very short and a loose fitting summer sleeveless top.  While sitting Indian-fashion across from August, there was a slight reveal of Leanne’s crotch--crotch and panties.
	Not a great reveal, but enough to send August ’80-00 into serious fits.
	She didn’t seem to be doing it on purpose, though.  When she got up to check her cake, August pulled out his Device and promptly zapped the girl upon her return.  He had her sit down and he leaned in to her, kissed her and fondled her breasts right then and there.  Then whispered to her in asking:  “Are you a virgin?”
	She was under the guise of the Q&A aspect of the Device and unable to resist blurting out, “No.”
	August would wait until later to learn “who.”
	“Pull your shorts open,” he told her nextly, “show yourself.”
	No resistance at all, the naughty teen pulled the crotch of her shorts to one side exposing her nice padded panty panel.  August leaned back, his bone was about ready to bust thru his jeans.  He could hear the voices of Leanne’s mother and brother, they were just across the open hall, the den had no door.
	August mulled, considered, then shrugged--’Why not?’ he had Leanne stand up and make her way to her room.  August followed; having Leanne pull her shorts down to the crease of her ass.  When just a few feet down the hall and almost to her bedroom he had her take her panties down to the crease of her ass.
	Once in her room he had her strip down to her Birthday Suit and lay out on her bed.  With her legs pulled back August went to his knees and began eating her well trimmed furburger.
	He was just about to stuff Leanne’s furburger with his fatdog when, “Leanne, you checking this cake of yours?” her mother shouted from the kitchen.  August dipped his prick into Leanne and pumped quickly, then withdrew and collected his Device and eased up the hall--eyes on the front door directly ahead.  He paused and then began manipulating the Device to work its wondrous magic.
	When the two Subjects at the kitchen table had ceased their endless yapping and card shuffling, August stepped around the corner.  They were silent and not alarmed at August’s sudden appearance naked.  He stepped up to Joann and rubbed his aching bone against her face, then turned her head and pushed his prick into her mouth.
	He directed “Scott” sitting at the table to stand and strip naked.
	The 19 year old complied.  He was not a virgin, but had never fucked his sister--although he wanted to.  He and his brothers had fucked each other, sucked one another off, and had participated in a gang rape of a young twelve year old girl some years back.  Several times the brothers wanted to gang rape Leanne but held off as they knew she would rat them out and their father would kill them.
	There was some slight interest in desire of wanting to shag their mother.  August smiled and shot a wad into Joann’s mouth, smeared the spunk all over her and then while he rested against the sink had the mommy strip naked herself.
	She was older, a little out of his league and class, sexually speaking.  But she DID give good head.  She sometimes sucked her husband!  She sometimes sucked her girlfriend’s tits AND pussy!  She SOMETIMES had lingering naughty thoughts about sexual relations with her sons AND daughter.  As young boys she had often fondled them in a sexual manner--the boys and while they suckled her breasts as infants and toddlers--she often soiled her panties with an orgasm!
	She had long buried those illicit doings and thoughts and had not had a sexual romp with her girlfriend in years--although she longed to.  August had something to work with here!
	He worked tediously several minutes implanting notions of the narly and twisted kind, putting Joann to her knees and “servicing” her son like she always wanted to do.  Then August returned to Leanne and fucked her silly.

					*****

	School was out, done with, over.  He hadn’t been a part of the graduation.  He didn’t care.  He was confused, confused, confused.  He had returned to Central High only to tag the 24, as well as a few “extras.”  Thereafter he kept to himself and thought about what had transpired, was there anyway to “fix” it?
	Casually he thought maybe he could traipse over to one of the universities and seek out a professor on the subject of time travel.  Maybe he could finger it out himself.  Maybe pigs would fly…
	He did begin returning his attention to the Device, tempting fate by again pressing the sensory touch buttons, again getting the same reply  DESTINATION DOES NOT EXIST  PLEASE RE-ENTER.
	On a fluke he re-pressed the buttons but in the opposite order.
	DESTINATION ACCEPTED  ENTER YEAR came on the screen.  August nearly fainted.  He couldn’t believe it.  All this time and all he needed to do was input the code backwards!!  “Son-of-a-bitch!” he bitched.  In frustration he jammed his finger to the appropriate date entry.
	The screen blanked out momentarily and then flashed IS THIS CORRECT Y/N?  Angrily August pressed Y.  and then noticed the Date Entry:  1800   uh-oh