August Moone
Timing is Everything
Chapter 14
I Have No Morals

	After two days in Doc Baker’s patient’s bed he finally began ambling out into the town of Walnut Creek.  Some clothes had come to him, courtesy of the Oleson’s; Mr. Oleson was more “giving” than prissy stuffy bitchy Ms. Oleson.  But he WAS a hero.
	It was a fine day in Walnut Creek, he liked it.  An old west town, they had a telegraph office, livery stables, a confectionary store.  Lots of folks all about, a school, a post office.  In a way August had always dreamed what life would be like back in the “good ole days.”  Now he knew.  It wasn’t so bad, he didn’t really miss television, phones, big screen movies, MILLIONS of peoples, smog…
	After some FREE homemade ice cream, a steak lunch with trimmings, he walked about the town getting to know it.  He shook hands with the Norwegian Mr. Hansen, met the Reverend Alder, some of the ladies and including Ms. Beadle, the local school marm.
	He liked her.  She was cute, charming, pretty, and young (enough).
	She was demure, quaint, kind of bashful, reserved.  They talked and chatted and it was then that when she asked if he would like to join the class (when it was in session) that he realized that he was not his adult age.  By staring at his reflection in the window of the general store he saw that he was a dark haired youth, hair to his shoulder, rugged features, and about 16-18 years old.
	Hmmmmm
	He wondered casually if he was “invading” someone’s body?  He had invaded/occupied himself back in 1980, was he doing it again?  Was this new person a relative of his?   Hmmmmm
	He shrugged and grew embarrassed.  Their chatting continued and at length August blinked in succession five time--he had to.  In the back room of the one room school house their was privacy.  School was for the summer but she offered specialized tutoring for some of the town’s folks--especially those from farm families.
	Here with good privacy August simply had the young lady strip for him.  She wore a simple red checkered dress with underlining underclothes.  Once naked she was a true marvel.  A furry red bush betwixt her legs.  He cupped her breasts gingerly, kissed her passionately and laid her out on a spare desk.  Down to her fiery entrance he went, sucking on her slightly “aromatic” poon before applying his schlong.
	She was NOT a virgin, but wasn’t a slut, either.
	August thoroughly enjoyed boning the woman.  She was tight and pleasing.  He watched her titties bounce and jiggle, her mouth open and shut; she clung to him as he fucked her and soon he was shooting a nice wad of juice into her.  He further assumed that his future was fucked--any changes at all made in the Past certainly were to have detrimental effects on the Future.
	Getting one’s self pregnant in his Future was no big deal, one could abort, have the child and have it adopted, or simply raise the child regardless of the circumstances that brought it about into being in the first place.
	That was the future.  In the Past it wasn’t so easy--a girl, single, any age, getting herself knocked up wasn’t cool and seriously frowned upon by her peers, elders, and social class.  August didn’t know what options were available or even considered.
	He mulled it, regretted his actions (slightly) then finished fucking the woman, sucking her titties, and when his cock had sufficiently recovered--buggered her extremely virginal pooter hole.

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	At the local hotel he also got a room free of rent.  He was still talked about among the peoples and it embarrassed him.  He hadn’t really done anything heroic, just prevented savages from doing what he himself would have done--minus the butchering, scalping, throat slitting…
	He took note of a pair of girls who apparently did not like one another very well, but were friends anyways.  The one little girl with dark hair in braids and dual ponies he didn’t know, but the older girl was the merchantile owners’ daughter, Nellie.
	Nellie was cute.  Pretty and damn cute.  Blond, short curly hair in pig tails, staunch and not overly sweet.  She had a sweet smile, sweet appearance, but not a sweet personality.  She was with her younger brother, Willie and both seemed to be giving the other girl a hard time.
	The other girl, a youngster about 12 or 13 began running away out of town.  Nellie and Willie laughed uproariously and entered into their parents’ shop.  August sat on his bed looking out the window fuming a little at the two obnoxious children of the Oleson’s.  He vowed to stick his nose in and do something about it.  Well, why not, what else was he going to do in 1875?

	He found the girl Subject traipsing off up a dry hillside along a creek.  (Plum Creek) and made himself known by splashing through the water, crossing over onto the side she was on.  At first the girl was a little frightened, but naïve and unawares just the same.  She smiled and greeted the stranger with a nice broad smile and a hand wave.
	August smiled back and made his way to her.  (blinking his eyes five times…)
	“Hello there.” August said reaching to her and shaking her hand.  
	“Hello.” she replied.  She WAS about 12, almost 13, but small in body and pose.  But that was alright, August wasn’t picky.
	“I’m August.” he told her rightly.
	“I’m Laura.” the girl smiled back.
	“You live around here?” August asked out of concern.
	“Yessir, just over the hill aways.” she pointed into the direction and August made use of his internal Device.  
	It was out doors as all get out, quiet and serene.  The grass was dry and yellow, the sun slowly sinking in the western sky.  Trees of oak and other varieties lined the babbling creek.  August saw no one, heard no one; he had Laura strip off her clothes for him and sit on his lap.
	Soft skin, small near non-existent titties.  Her pussy and asshole were virginal, he checked.  He learned that she was just about to squat for a nice pee when he came up.  August had her pee on him!  He stripped down his new pants and was bare--most men (and some women) in the days before regular style underclothes wore long johns.  Not August.  He clenched the child’s bare ass and prompted her to begin peeing.
	She did.  It was marvelous.  He dug a finger up into her butt and brought his rousing erection up against her very virginal poon.  She didn’t even finger herself.  She heard her father fart a few times, and she slept in the same bed with her sister who DID finger her poon--and Laura’s too, every now and then.
	It made Laura uncomfortable so she didn’t finger herself--’cept on occasion when she was curious.  She wasn’t into boys but was curious about them.  She had seen her pa naked and had seen her ma naked, too.  The family had adopted a young boy, his name was Albert.  He hailed from the city and had been living on the streets in the alleys.
	She saw him naked a few times, tool; AND saw him “playing” with himself out behind the outhouse and the barn. 
	August was enthralled and deftly grinded his schlong against the girl’s poon.  He held off breaching her, not just yet.  He did lay her down and pull her legs up against his body, then begin poking away at her super tight pooter hole, thereafter laid his cock against her cunny and hump away until he soiled her.  The spilled spunk on her virtually hairless twat, midriff and belly he dabbled his fingers in and made her suck the fingers clean.  Thereafter he was stuffing her sweet innocent mouth with his gangly prick shooting another load minutes later.

	After she was dressed (and cleaned up) they went on to meet her pa.
	Who turned out to be Mr. Ingalls.  August was shown around the farm, the barn, the oxen, the outhouse, and then inside for a quick evening meal.  Here he met Laura’s finger banging sister Mary, Mary was a couple of years older than Laura and August wanted to fuck her badly.
	There, too, was three year old Carrie.  (he wanted to fuck her, too!)
	And lastly, Albert.  Albert was young enough for August…
	After supper they talked and avoided the conversation going into the direction of the Indian massacre, but suffice it to say those Indians were rogues, not a part of any civilized Indian nation.  The wagon train had been en route to Independence, Kansas.

	As evening began to set in August took his leave of the Ingalls family, he had that room in town and didn’t want to offend no one, but he was asked to come back and perhaps help Charles with the field the following day.  August no problem and would be glad to.  Caroline offered to make up a delicious dinner (in his honor.)  
	He said his goodbyes & goodnights and ambled off into the dark--only to return unannounced and unseen moments later.  During his conversation with Charles he overheard the girls yapping about whose turn it was to bathe Carrie.  August caught young Albert’s embarrassment---but wasn’t sure for certain if it was just that, embarrassment or did he have a deep seated/seeded perversion he was keeping at bay?
	“I’ll take mine and then you and Carrie take yours.” stated Laurie.  The debate-argument raged on as the oldest Mary didn’t seem to want to share her bathing experience with Carrie.  
	The argument was settled with Caroline chastising her daughters about their selfishness.  She put it to them that Laurie would bathe last, as she had homework to do before bed.  Mary would go first.  Together they would both share in bathing Carrie.
	‘nuff said.
	Albert was seen trudging out to the outhouse, August in Stealthmode waited for the girls, peering into the small typical family home of the 1870s prairie he saw the girls cleaning up after dinner, Charles worked on a piece of furniture.  No one seemed to be in a hurry to take their bath.  And August had been in the homestead and couldn’t place where the bathroom might be…
	For a “quickie” he checked up on Albert, it was dark out and August could just barely see anything at all; but he didn’t need to hear to know what young Mr. Albert was doing.  He could smell the funk from the outhouse, the air was just starting to cool down, the atmosphere was odd to August, there were June bugs buzzing, a strangeness in the air, a linger smell (other than the funk from the shitter.)
	He came up to the outbuilding and heard the distinctive noise of “someone getting’ busy!”  The darkness prevented him from seeing the boy clearly, the door was closed and the only “opening” was the little half moon high up on the door.
	While it was so dark so he found that the HUD was more illuminated, green lines and lime green words--but they were clearer now in the dark.  He found that there was a programming status and other “abilities” to initiate.
	He “initiated” one:  transmuting his “desire” to the young lad inside the stink box.  There was a momentary pause before the latch of the from the inside moved and the door opened.  There stood Albert, all of 14 years young with his tallywhacker hanging out of his pants.  It was stiff and goo was still spurting from the piss slit.
	August fondled the lad, playing with his hard dick and then squeezing his testicles lovingly.  His hand went around to caresses the lad’s ass and then as his own cock grew stiff, had young Albert began masturbating him, as well.
	“You want to FUCK your new sisters, don’t you?” August asked using the new Mind Technique.
	Albert didn’t reply verbally but nodded that it was so.
	“Even little Carrie?”
	He didn’t know about that, his face screwed up and he mulled it over.
	“How about Caroline, your new Ma, you wanna see HER naked, doncha?  You wanna lay on her and FUCK, doncha?”  to wit the young lad’s strong bone began to pulse in August’s hand.  Albert nodded that it was so.
	“You, uh, ever suck another guy’s cock?” August asked him casually.
	It was appalling, NO! he shot back.  Again there was no verbal answer but August received the disgusted thought just the same.  August played with the boy for quite a while and then caught sight of someone moving from the house.  Two someones.  Three someones.  The third someone had come out the backdoor and was moving up along the path, though it was dark August determined that it was Charles.
	The two someones before had gone into the barn.
	There wasn’t a whole lot of light out, August quite playing with Albert and stepped back, just in case.  Albert returned to “playing” with himself and was “caught” by his Pa.
	Charles shook his head and somewhat shamed his new son, Albert quickly put his dick back where it belonged and was quite embarrassed.
	“I know it’s HARD, son, and I know it’s a perfectly natural thing to do, just be careful and don’t let anyone catch you.” then he added, “Especially yours Ma or sisters!” he chuckled lightheartedly and entered into the crapper.
	Albert jogged down to the house and entered via the backdoor, August traipsed down to the barn--he had to know what was going on in there.

	In there going was a large galvanized tub--he had seen those himself, usually out in people’s yards with flowers in them, tacked up on a wall, used as a fish pond, and water for animals.  This was a first to see it as its actual use.
	Mary and Laurie were going on, too.  They had pails of water, hot and cold.  There was a lantern for light and Mary was undressing.  The barn door was opened just a bit, he mulled, looked behind him and zapped the two, slipped in and un-zapped them.  He took a seat on a nearby hay bail and let the girls proceed naturally.
	Laurie left to fetch more water.  August smiled and watched as the lovely-lovely Mary Ingalls was done to her Birthday Suit.  She was lovely.  A lovely girl, naked and all, too!
	Before stepping into the bathtub August had her come to him.  He marveled at his new found ability, worried about a bit, too.  But this was simpler.  He had no idea how the Device Item 0110 had been integrated into his noggin, but sense there didn’t seem to be anything he could do about it, fuck it.
	Mary obeyed, stepping to face with her hands to her sides, mind blank.  He noted in the Programming that he could have her With Knowledge or Without.  For now he chose the Without Knowledge (of what was happening to her) option.
	A lovely poon she had, nicely developing titties, smooth creamy skin, good hip, perfect posture.  Long blond hair that flowed down mid shoulder, great pose, spoke well and had a nice covering of pubes concealing her fevered cunny.
	A little Q&A learned from the girl that she was horny, almost constantly.  Her pussy was on fire, almost constantly.  With young Mr. Albert now a part of the family she had a very difficult time.  She had seen her father peeing in the woods, recently she had seen Albert doing likewise.  Many boys from the town she had seen peeing, only Albert and Willie had she spied on to see them actually masturbating.
	She frigged Laurie’s pussy but that was as far as it went, she just wanted to know what it was like.  She preferred friggin’ her own poon and that was as far as it went--or would go.
	August held off any further Q&A, there was always time for that later.  He had Mary turn about and BEND OVER, spreading her cheeks and giving him a one-eye view.  He fingered her poon, it needed cleansing but toilet paper wasn’t so good in 1875 as it was up in 1980-2000.  To both cheeks he kissed, sucking on the skin and then diddling the hole regardless of its funk.
	Standing her up his hands cupped her breasts, his cock resting nicely between her lovely ass cheeks.  Mary made no sounds of alarm and so he continued with fingering her pussy.  She was virginal but Auggie knew how to take care of that.
	When he cock was at the explosive condition he laid the girl out on a hay bale, sitting position.  She was then pushed back to where her shoulders were nestled up against the stack of bales.  Her ass was brought out to the edge; August then went to his knees and began eating her pussy out.
	It was a little funky there, too; good thing she was bathing!  She wasn’t offensive, just the fresh scent of pee.  Her fur patch wasn’t much but concealed her snatch nicely.  Eagerly he noshed, licking, nipping the clit, devouring the whole pussy and becoming entranced with it all as he did so enjoy a pissy pussy.
	He was about to introduce the young cunt to his hard cock when Laura returned.  She was a bit shocked to see her sister in such a manner.  August was invisible to her.  He stepped back and lightly put Laura at ease.  When this worked August returned to licking out the older sister, placing his cock against her cunny and humping.
	For the moment he held off entering her.  For the moment.
	In the meantime he had Laura strip off her clothes.
	Seemed like the thing to do at the time.
	While he grinded on Mary, Laura casually stripped down and it was most delightful.  August soon found himself entering Mary’s poon while her sister got naked.  The young teen (Laura) was quite pretty, shy, outgoing, small bodied, and nearly bald in the pussy region.
	His cock power drove into Mary’s cunt, exploding nicely and repeatedly until he could cum no more.  (well, for now)  It was a good fuck, a little messy but otherwise good.  He sucked on her titties, nipped her nipples and rode her pussy until he literally could do no more.
	As for Laura, he fingered her as she stood near by.  Up and down her ass, feeling the flesh and digging into the tight virgin pooter hole.  His cock was aching good now, but he kept his doing until he thought he would pass out.  He then pulled free, massaged Mary’s twat and eased her into the galvanized tub.  
	Lightly he allowed Mary to be herself--so to speak, this allowed August freedom to play with Laura.

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	In the days that followed--August worked with Charles as well as in town at the mill with Mr. Hansen.  This gave August ample time to check out pesky snooty-snotty prissy Shit-Don’t-Stink Nellie Oleson.  Laura had no kind words for her and deeply held resentment and hatred for the uppity bitch.
	Nellie’s brother Willie was alright, he just went along with his older sister so as not to get in trouble with her.  Their father was strict with them, but was often overruled by the domineering Harriet Oleson who actually owned the store.  She was a ruthless cunt, uppity and pissed off most of the time, liked to spread gossip regardless if it was true or not.
	In his noggin, with the help of the self-implanted Device, he began to keep “tabs” on the townspeople.  He determined that implanted (somehow) in his head was the Device, a sort of mini-micro computer that he could access via blinking rapidly five times.
	It was kind of fucked up but it was the best that he could do.
	He took his pleasures to the school marm again, he enjoyed her and drilled her backdoor one day, got her to suck him off the next.  He liked her and kept her on his daily encounter list.
	He caught Albert and Willie jerking off together out in the woods just beyond the town, they were hard at and seemingly in a race to see who would cum first.  August lightly zapped them, then “programmed” them via suggestions to strip nude.  
	Once that was accomplished August himself joined them, fondling their wares, smoothing his hand over their nice young bare asses.  Both lads were virgins, only abusing themselves.  August bent eleven year old Willie over and began probing his anus--having Albert slip his prong into Willie’s mouth.
	August heard bees buzzing, birds chirping, June bugs, and saw a skink on a nearby log.  The air was hot and humid, no breezes, August wanted to make quick work of his doings and then a quick dip in the nearby creek.  He finished humping Willie, Albert emptied his own wad into Willie’s mouth.  August then placed Willie down onto the ground, straddled the lad’s face, placing his hairy balls into the open mouth, pulled the lad’s legs back and beckoned a very obeying Albert to squat and take Willie’s cock.

	After a brief stint in the creek the boys on their own fondled one another on their own--well, with a little implanted notions about doing such.  They always had wanted to anyways but feared what it would mean.  They were embarrassed and fraught with the morals of the dirty deed.  Both lads fondled one another as well as ventured into sucking cock and balls and then pulling their cheeks open for a prompt butt fuck.
	They remained naked and followed the creek upstream.  August followed along, too, as he overheard the two wondrous lads speaking about spying on the girls.
	‘What girls?  Who girls?’
	None other than Laura, Mary, Carrie, and the delicious Ma Caroline Ingalls.  Not naked, but close counts.  They wore a thin cotton body underwear outfit, but it clung to their bodies as they splashed about a nice large pond.  Only Carrie was fully nude.  Two other girls from the town were here, along with one other “farm” girl who was semi attractive.  Albert had his eyes on her and both he and Willie lay in among the poison oak and jerked off…

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	Other than actually participating in scrogging, spying had to be his next favorite thing to do.  And by utilizing Stealthmode he was able to spy nicely.  In the town itself he was privy to observing on the sly various town folks who were on the “outside” upstanding pillars of the community.  (while on the inside they were something far less…)
	Case in point:  Jonnathan Spivey--had a small farm outside of town, ran the livery stables, had a small family, well respected within the community, a proud member of the town “committee” and helped the Rev. Alder with his church.
	But early one evening August found him doing something a little more than what the community would approve of for a “pillar.”  His daughter Amanda, four years young, was sprawled out nakedly on her bed, her father, the Subject and Pillar of the Community, was ALSO naked, and “riding” her!
	The child’s legs were pushed back, she herself holding them and she didn’t seem to be in any distress--willing to oblige her daddy.  Her “daddy” had every inch of his manly cock buried into the child’s cunny.  Very determined he seemed to be to fuck, it wasn’t his first time.
	There were other daughters to the family, too, plus one boy.  There was a mommy as well.  As far as August could tell the mommy and two of the other three daughters were out at the ranch house while the daddy, the youngest daughter he was scroggin’ on, and twelve year old son were in the “in town home.”
	The daddy finally emptied his balls and almost collapsed onto the naked child, pulled his prong out and spilled even more juice onto her naked well fucked poon, humped her gash and then fingering the mess with his fingers had the child suck his cum laden fingers clean.
	She nextly had the task of cleaning her daddy’s cock!
	Three small houses down in a quaint small abode, a man August had seen helping the community grow by building new buildings sat in his favorite chair in a semi-darkened room.  He wasn’t alone.  His daughter Amy stood beside him, butt naked, her clothes cast off onto the floor by the chair.  The man merely had his pants down and nothing underneath.  
	His hard schlong was buried to the hilt into his thirteen year old daughter’s mouth; his hand rubbing/caressing her ass, fingering her asshole.  At length the girl stood up and positioned herself, settling down onto her daddy’s cock, her back to him.  She leaned back into him and August saw a wondrous sight of  her pussy.  Her daddy fingered her pussy and tweaked her nipples as he deeply sodomized her.

	Across the wide dirt street in another house that was small, quaint, and two stories, two boys (14 & 10) sandwich fucked their  12 yr old sister.  Just as the two boys were about to cum--the bedroom door of the child being scrogged whisked open and there stood their father.  He was not happy.
	He withdrew his BELT, shut the door and grabbed his eldest son, throwing him across the bed and ripping his bare ass raw.  The little girl huddled in a corner while the beating commenced.  The other lad tried to scurry but was grabbed and flung across the angry pissed off  father’s lap.
	After both boy’s had their bare asses beat tomato red the daddy stood up and grabbed their heads one at a time and shoved his rock hard cock into their mouths.  Nothing was said, the boys whined and swallowed their father’s cock.
	After both boys had sucked their father’s cock (and sucked it well) they were once more thrown across their sister’s bed and roughly sodomized.
	The boys still had raging boners--they were positioned to butt fuck one another and then--return to butt humping their semi-willing sister!  August was confused.  Then, “I told you time and time again,” angrily bitched their father, “not between the legs!” and while the boys butt fucked their sister they were spanked repeatedly with the belt until they filled their sister’s asshole with their juices.

	Two house down in an upstairs room a woman lay on her creaking wrought iron bed, naked.  On her, in her, a boy no more than twelve or so.  He was riding her good, fucking her for all he was worth.  The woman thrashed about, bucking into her lover, gripping his backside, spanking him, seriously getting into it.
	August recognized her as an upstanding member of the church congregation, she played the church organ, taught piano lessons and baked pies for the community.  She was in her mid thirties, short tucked up auburn hair, rather tall, polite and spoke well and was educated in Boston.  She had one son--aye, the one on top of her.  Her husband had been killed in a mining accident two years prior to coming to Walnut Grove.

	There were others, of course:  like the daddy disciplining his ten year old daughter, having her dress up and undergarments down, bare ass spanking.  When HER ass was a bright tomato red came to be, the daddy stopped and took to rubbing her searing ass, fingering the hole before finally allowing her to stand up.  He shook her by the shoulders and then slapped her young face.  He scolded her about her bad language and actions and then sent her off to bed.
	Two boys ten August observed spying on a girl about fourteen as she bathed in a bathroom.  The boys had their cocks out and were furiously jerking off.  They peered through a dirty pane window of a small-small home at the edge of the town.  The boys were mostly hidden among the shrubs growing along the house.  The bathroom was just that, a BATHroom.  It had a wash basin, a bookcase containing some books, oil lamps, candles, and bath towels.
	There was a real bathtub here, a yellowish porcelain thing that was filled and refilled by pails of water--both hot & cold.  The girl bathing wasn’t bad, especially butt bare assed naked.  Her hair was all down, she had something of a chest--albeit kinda small.  She took her time bathing but at length stood and that’s when the boys saw her “triangle”.  They ooed and ahed and furiously pounded their puds moreso.
	August returned to his “free” hotel room and settled into bed.