August Moone
Timing is Everything
Chapter 20!
Number 43, the Larch!

	If there was another green transitional segue, he missed it.  He neatly awoke in a desert scheme.  It was warm out, but not baking.  He was uncomfortable but not in pain.  He was hungry AND thirsty.  His mind was frapped, that was for sure.  Jillions of memories came flooding in suddenly and quickly with no formation of logical placement.  
	A bitch of a headache didn’t help.
	Sitting up he favored his shoulders, both of them.  One hurt more than the other but for the life of him he didn’t know why.  There were numerous hurtie-owies on his person, numerous.  He was dazed, confused, and very hungry.  In his sights there was something of a green field he couldn’t make out--no, not a GREEN field of crops, meadows, or any sort of vegetation.  THIS green field had lines.  
	He shook his head, squeezing his eyes tight and then reopening them there was still the green lines in his vision, there were numbers faintly therein, too.  He heard a whine in his ears, tasted blood in his mouth, he leaned against a nearby rock and waited until his mind had sufficient time to collect its self and tell him what was what.
	Darkness would descend upon him before that happened.  In the looming darkness he saw more clearly the green lines, he moved/waved his hand before his face--he could see beyond, the landscape, the stars, he couldn’t figure it--right before his eyes there was a small green square.
	He shivered thru the cold night, listened to the coyotes, smelled his own fear.  He sat at marveled at the tranquil sky, the twinkling stars, the descending moon then the rising sun.  Only then did most of his frapped memories allow him to remember.  Those things that were most disturbing or too hurtful to remember he shoved down into the deep recesses of his mind.
	The Device was back online.  NOW it was back.  He could have used it a while ago.  That memory forced its way back to his conscious, he yelled some words, kicked the ground and fumed.  That had turned out badly and he didn’t like it.
	Off he went, striking out into no particular destination.  There was no water to be had, there was NOTHING to be had; so he walked.
	By mid afternoon he had come to a gully where there was a bit of water.  He saw, too, a lone steer drinking.  The steer looked at him longingly, “Don’t get any funny ideas, asshole, or I’ll make hamburger outta you!”
	The steer licked his lips and moved on.
	It dawned on August that the steer obviously wasn’t a “wild” steer, he belonged somewhere, to somebody.  August followed the black brute, up the gully side onto a sort of plain.  There were lots of scrub brush about, cow turds fresh and not so.  He saw one rattler and stayed clear of it, then saw a small herd of cows.
	There wasn’t much to hunker down behind and hide, the sun was beginning to bake his bare backside, his feet had gotten kind of tough, but his bare skin hadn’t.
	He waited a few moments, seeing no one about then meandered down among the herd.  
	The day was spent “meandering”, he was hungry, hot, and longed for those things in his past adventures that had given him pleasure--Walnut Grove would be good.
	Presently he came upon what looked like a settlement of some sort, a lone building stood out a ways, there were many corrals, horses, and small abodes scattered all about.  The day was waning, August saw people milling about, herding the cattle and horses.  No one paid him any mind as he darted blatantly across the semi-arid scorching ground.
	Upon reaching the shade of a open shelter housing barrels and horse tackle.  He smelled something--familiar-like.  Searching about he saw a pie resting on a sill at an open window.  He helped himself.  A nearby water pump helped quench his thirst.  When he stood getting his bearings and trying to think of what he was to do nextly, a cute little girl of five stood nearby.
	She was staring, staring at his nudity.  August gulped, this could be bad.  He didn’t know, she carried a handmade rag doll missing an eye and not in good shape.  The little girl’s hair was all in a mess, too.  
	Suddenly out from around a shed building a teenage girl in a huff came and grabbed the little girl, “I told you to stay close!” scolded the new arrival.  The little girl pointed at August, the older girl looked--looked right at August and made no comment.
	Odd.
	The older girl jerked the younger one and moved off to a house.
	August mulled.  Ohhhh-kay…
	Slowly he crept around, not overly certain for sure what was what.  Could be bad, could be good, he wasn’t quite sure.  He saw a young cowpoke emerging from a privy, he spat, dusted off his hat by slapping it against his jeans, then looked around hitching up his britches.  He looked right at August, said nothing but spat again and made his way to a small house.
	Hmmmmm
	A girl in a typical prairie dress circa 1870ish strolled by, humming to herself, a bonnet on her pretty little head, all of about 18ish or so.  She gave August no second look (or even a first one) whatsoever.  Hmmmm, this had possibilities.  He followed the girl, closely; came right up beside her and after making a so-so security check of his whereabouts, their whereabouts, and all like that there, he lightly brushed his hand against her arm.
	She looked startled and looked wildly about.  She was a dark brown haired girl with her hair pulled tightly up into a bun.  Well poised was she, well mannered and so-so well dressed.  Her dark brown eyes looked all about but so nothing that could have touched her.
	August stared at his HeadsUpDisplay, most of the programming seemed to be running, but he noted a couple of lines of programming seemed to have jumbled letters.  Was this significant, would it straighten out later on?  More fucking questions with no fucking answers!
	The area was not overly desolate, there were a few sporadic trees, mostly corrals and small homesteads.  A small sprawling town was just down a ways nestled against some foothills.  August determined that he was back in the Old West.  Why or how he didn’t know.  Didn’t care, either.
	But what part of the old west, what year, and where?  
	The teenage girl he had spooked suddenly stopped to pay attention to a commotion going on.  At a rustic log building apparently used as some sort of business August wasn’t sure of there was a gangly no-account man walloping his very young daughter.  The girl was about six years young in a shortie-type dress, barefooted, dingy blond hair.  The daddy had her roughly by the arm and was jerking her along as he walloped her bare ass.  
	Many folks were staring, shaking their heads.  A lone boy stood by a wagon holding a pair of shoes.  The man beating his daughter was heard to exclaim, “We don’t take nothing’ from no fucking Indian, ya hear!” and he went on to spout more obscenities and scoldings.
	A boy barely three or four years young suddenly stopped as he playfully ran from an older sibling; he stopped at the dirt road and pointed straight at August.  August froze.  The girl he had spooked went merrily on her way.  The older sibling who had been chasing the boy came to him and scooped him up; the boy yapped to his pre-teen sister, “Look Jessie, he aint got no clothes on, neither!” nor did the little boy.
	The girl looked, August was ready to bolt.
	“What man?” she asked.
	Oh?  Hmmmmmm

	He continued to test his theory upon the townsfolk of Lonesome Creek.  He still didn’t know state he was in or the year, not that it mattered.  He determined (at length) that as far as the adults and teens went, he was unseen.  Little kids from five and under could see him, he didn’t know why.  Their sighting of him, though, was poo-pooed by those around them who did NOT see him.
	August made a pest of himself, mindful though of the fact that the Device, although embedded in his head, was at some times unreliable.  Getting caught with his hands in the proverbial cookie jar could be bad, could be fatal.
	So his first thing to do was to secure some clothing.  Lonesome Creek had as many as three general stores, one was classified as a mercantile store--big deal, same difference.  There, too, was a train depot, a post office, a stage coach line, five saloons, a barber shop, two hotels across from each other, and a few livery stables.  The rest of the sprawling dust town was homes.
	After securing for himself some clothes, boots, and a hat, he discovered that he was STILL unseen.  This was good.  He guessed.  Whatever, he determined, he took into/onto his person became absorbed in the invisibility factor.
	He helped himself to some ready-to-eat foods--crackers, pickles, licorice, and then sashayed down a back alley to the Hotel Alamar whereas within it had a restaurant. 

	Chicken Pot Pie, fresh apple pie, and a frothy glass of milk made August very happy.  The only downside was the old biddy who worked the kitchen, she was most unpleasant--to be around and look at!  August avoided her, helped himself and tried to finger out what up with the Device.
	He couldn’t glean much info on the defunct abilities of the Device Item 0110, it was as is--primarily functioning on its own he assumed.  That sucked.  That could be potentially--dangerous.   He decided to keep to himself and out of peoples sight (or as much as possible) lest the damn thing in his noggin should suddenly “reveal” him.
	A cast off newspaper helped make a determination of where in time he was--there was still a big push to make Montana the state in the union.  This would occur come November 8th, making Montana the 41rst state in the union and making August sitting pretty in 1889.  He could live with that, it only showed that at least he was advancing along the time line, now he was only 72 years away from being born!!
	There was a back alley to the town, it was “open” and faced out into the wilds of a Montana desert.  Snow capped mountains in the backdrop, August couldn’t remember the name of the mountain range but they were pretty.  August wasn’t alone in the back alley, nestled behind some rain barrels were two kids, about eleven years young--a boy and a girl.
	Oh boy!
	August listened and watched as it seemed as though the Girl was making all the plays.  She wore a typical dull blue dress with no frills, sandy brown hair down to the middle of her back, rosy cheeks, a sweet smile, and a bit of the Devil in her…
	‘for she pulled up her pale dull blue dress exposing the fact that she was “bare under there”.  She held it up enough so as the Boy could have a looksee at her nudity.  The Boy hunkered down feasting his eyes on the bald poon, licking his lips and admiring.
	The Girl blushed and let down her dress, “Now your turn.” she piped.
	The boy seemed a bit nervous, he looked around, mulled it over, then nodded and began unhitching his trousers.  He wore underclothes but pulled the long undies to one side and out popped his cock.  It was now the Girl’s turn to feast--and feast she did, admiring the cock, examining it intently, nostrils flaring.  Slowly but surely the Boy’s schlong began to “rise.”
	The Girl, on her own, reached out to touch it.  At first the Boy backed up, startled at such a thing for her to do.  But he reacted quickly and the Girl placed her hand about his organ.  She held it, squeezed, and moved effortlessly up and down, squeezing/cupping his balls and all.
	“You want to touch mine?” the Girl asked a loaded question.
	The Boy, though, wasn’t sure.  He licked his lips, looked about and put his cock back inside his trousers, then shrugged, “Okay.”  The Girl once more raised her dress and the boy snaked a hand out to finger the most holy of holies.  On August’s astute observation--the Girl was NOT a virgin.  Hmmmm, imagine that!
	The boy fingered the poon, slipping in, going about the whole outside of the entrance, thinking that there must be more to it!  He had a quirky smile and so did the Girl.  The Boy, “Ralph” stood up and looked down to the “erection” that was poking out of his rust colored trousers.  He seemed somewhat shocked.
	“Jola” didn’t seemed surprised.  She smiled, blushed deep red and twisted about then went to sat on a small crate just her size, she pulled the dress up more and leaned back, shoulders against the gray slats of the Building & Trust Co.  Ralph stared and the new sight, a new angle and the girl was practically naked.
	“Come here.” she said brushing strands of her pretty hair out of her face.  She LOOKED so innocent.  August leaned against one of the barrels and continued to watch.
	Ralph scooted forward, holding his unhitched britches up, still staring and still with an erection.  Jola reached out and took holt of his dick, smooth her hand over it and then guided it where it belonged.
	Ralph was most concerned, unsure, and quite nervous.  But as soon as the head of his cock breeched Jola’s cunt--well, natural instinct took over and he sunk himself right in.
	August enjoyed watching their antics, the boy’s ass flexing as he instinctively pumped Jola’s pussy; Jola thrashing about as she endured the new fuck.  Ralph at length pulled out, squirting some juices, shooting his jiz all over Jola’s pussy and midriff.
	“Don’t waste it!” scolded the girl, she scooted off of the crate and got his dong into her hot mouth and sucked him dry--diddling her poon all the while.  Ralph was perplexed--sure it felt good--but it was strange just the same.
	He shot another wad into the girl’s mouth and she drank it all, sucked on his hairless balls and then sat back on her heels smacking her lips.  She then did commit to peeing; grinning all the way.  She looked down between her legs as she peed, Ralph squatted and looked, too.
	It didn’t seem as though Jola had any other plans for her astute student, Ralph.  August did, though, for the both of them.  With a big sigh he put the whammy on the both of them; and right as rain (or something close) Ralph and Jola were “whammied.”  
	“Take off your clothes.” he told them both.  The Device transmitted the power input signal-command along the verbal carrier emission and voila! The two kiddies slowly stripped off all their clothes.  For Jola that wasn’t much, she had no underclothes on at all--just the dress.
	Once the kiddies were butt naked, August got between them and fondled their asses as they stood.  The late afternoon sun warmed their nakedness and August was enthralled.  When after he had had his fill of fondling their asses, he put Jola back on the crate and impelled young Ralph to “kiss her pussy.”
	Ralph hesitated but then went to his knees, his nose wrinkled up and there was more hesitation--he had just witnessed the girl pee, he wasn’t so inclined to “go down on her.”  but August insisted and Ralph complied.
	August took a look around, security check.  Thereafter he withdrew his own bone and had Jola handle him while Ralph licked her pissy/cum laden pussy.  He leaned in, bracing against the building and pushing his prong into her sweet mouth.  His Q&A seemed to be offline, inaccessible, or something or he would have pegged her for information.
	Checking on Ralphy boy, the boy had a serious boner.  August fondled it, cupped and caressed his bald balls, then guided him into position to re-insert himself into Jola.  August gripped the boy’s bare ass while he pumped.
	Soon the young boy was cumming.  August smacked the boy’s ass, digging a finger up into the lad’s rectum.  The boy went ballistic and humped madly until he was sufficiently drained.  His schlong, though, remained somewhat stiff--and still jutting juices!
	Jola herself was cumming, the experience was staggering, if not invigorating.  Her young nude body shuddered all over, her young eleven year old nipples standing out.  August took the moment to suck on them and diddle her swamp box.
	This only led to August ultimately slipping in his own schlong into the girl’s poon, sinking all the way in for a nice snug fit, then slowly gliding in and out for several minutes.
	Jola griped his arms and held on, Ralph stood back behind mindlessly masturbating.  August humped, enjoyed, and emptied a nice healthy load of spunk into the girl’s well fucked cunny.  Another load spilled and coated her pretty young pussy nicely.  August needed a moment to rest, then he recovered and put it to young masturbating Ralph to “clean Jola’s cunt.”
	Ralph hesitated a moment and then began lapping up the goo.
	In turn, Jola sucked his cock, she sucked August’s, too.

	In a bunk house down from where he left Jola and Ralph he found two bunk hands in a compromising position.  They were young teens, 14 or 15 years of so, tall and lanky, one a dirty brown haired fart the other a long shaggy blond.  The brown haired youth was up against a bunk with his buckaroo pants down at his boots, bare assed.
	The bunkhouse was a rustic old west smelling abode housing as many as six bunk beds and five regular beds.  No one else was present, there were two windows on either side of the main door, two more windows on either side of the backdoor (where August Moone stood peering in through the dirty pane.)
	The blond haired youth had no boots on, no pants, just a long sleeved red shirt with brown vest.  He was nestled up against the bare ass of the other youth, sodomizing him with glee.  August watched as the humping commenced.  

	Pillars of the community--Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!
	HA!  He was visibly amused at the onset, the beginning, then he was outrageously amused when he discovered who the participants were.  After watching the two ranch hands in the bunks suck each other off, August traipsed across the road to the other side of town and nosied about until he found something of interest in a nice quaint home, picket fence, bushes, ornate furnishing in the self-sufficient garden, etc.  Seeking shelter from the intense heat, a need to quench his thirst, and a desire to snoop, he mosied inside and had a look around.
	Quaint furnishings, oriental rugs on the hard wood floor, Victorian furniture, paintings/portraits on the wall, wall paper, a simplistic separate kitchen, a wash room--the toilet was still not a part of the house and was located a few feet out “out back.”
	There was a “sitting” room, a living room, and a den.  All with nice furnishings imported from somewhere.  Everything was clean, there was a baby grand piano in the “sitting” room, a pool table in the den.  His Narly Senses kicked in and bade him to mosey upstairs.  So he did.
	On the second floor there were the bedrooms and a sewing room.
	In the third bedroom down the hall he found two women, butt bare ass naked, one with ornate fanciful colored feathers sticking in her hair of dark curly brown.  The other was a fiery red head.  SHE was being spanked by the feather headed woman.  Her cheeks would be spread and the feather headed woman would spank--HARD, pull the cheek and jam her finger into the other woman’s a-hole!
	The dark brown haired woman nipped at the other’s ass, they were on all fours on the floor shoulder-to-ass.  They soon segued to whereas the brown haired woman “Cassey” lay upon the floor, legs up, mouth watering; “Hanna” squatted down onto Cassey, admired the woman’s red bush.  Cassey leaned up and began noshing on Hanna’s twat.  
	Coming into play was a pair of handmade (what else!?) wooden dildos.  They were both 7-inches in length, smooth with a bit of a “bulbous” tip at the end, a blunt baseball bat-like at the other.  (either end therefore would work well for the task at hand.)
	The two women, guessed to be in their early thirties, satisfied one another by jamming the dildos into one another furry recesses.  August was all kinds of bemused.  They spanked one another, nipped one another’s pussy, jammed the dildos into the snatch boxes and backdoors, furiously and on slow mode--all tantalizing until both succumbed to cumming.
	August took his pleasures with them, zapping them and having way with them.  Then, while recouping a door was heard to slam downstairs.  He put the women back into their own mind usage, he himself remained naked, sweating, and still cumming.
	The two women frantically fell about scrambling into some clothes.  They were caught near red handed, however--faces awash in sweat, hair pasted to their faces, and the total shock of the good reverend’s sudden arrival.
	Reverend Marsh stood, he didn’t look happy.  Slightly balding, tall, well dressed, perspiring profusely, holding in his wrath.  The red head bowed and slinked out of the room.  Rev. Marsh glared at her, but glared more at the remaining woman.  He shut the door behind him, August, sitting/lounging carelessly in a red velvet Victorian chair watched as the man crossed the floor and jerked Hanna about, throwing her onto the bed and walloping her ass.
	August didn’t understand.
	“You damnedable slut!” he cried.
	He soon was pulling her dress she had quickly thrown on, pulling it back off and going for broke on blistering her ass.  He was relentless, spouting out words of scripture.  Hanna’s ass finally turned a beet red, the reverend ceased--mostly due to the fact that his beating hand was smarting.  He then undone his gray slacks, dropped them and brought his rock hard prong into play.  He smacked Hanna’s ass as hard as possible before jamming it into her.  August couldn’t tell as to what “hole” he was in, not that it mattered.
	Hanna thrashed about on the bed, holding on as best she could.  August then so noted a picture on the nightstand--it was black and white and not good quality--but it was a man in a suit and a woman in white--none other than those in the room.
	August smiled and massaged his organ, Reverend Marsh pulled out of his wife, he had been in her asshole.  He smacked her still reddened ass before yanking her by the hair and jamming his funky rod into her mouth.  At first Hanna, the good wife, didn’t take to sucking the funky phallic, but she soon gripped her husband’s ass, cupped his balls and squeezed the base of his schlong--and sucked-sucked-sucked away.
	When after the good reverend had cum, filling his wife’s mouth, coating her face, he fell back into the other sitting chair recovering.  Hanna completed undressing, she seemed none the worse for wear.  She rubbed her still baked ass, then lay out width wise on the bed, legs open, masturbating.
	Rev. Marsh took the hint, undressed himself, drank some water, then went down to lick out his wife’s cunny.  Only a few minutes spent on the nappy dugout, he moved up to nosh on her delightful 36Cs.  His cock slid into her pussy and they commenced to extreme lovemaking.
	August so noted Hanna finding and securing one of the dildos, she jammed up her ass and fucked her husband delightfully.

	Lessons in the Dark
	After re-visiting the hotel eatery, sacking out in the sack room, August took a walk.  Naturally.  His mind befuddled him, he was still plagued with his past, his future, the most bothersome recent events involving his story book adventure, and of course, Alice.  The hazards of Time Travel were harrowing.
	Casually he wondered how his life would have been had he left the Device Item where he had found it, or sold it along with the other laptops, or not even encountered ole Charlie Dugout.  Rather dull he assumed.
	With no watch and the time indicator on his HeadsUpDisplay icon unreadable August determined that it was 9-ish, or thereabouts.  It was dark, that was for sure, and a lot cooler.
	He mosied about, crossing the street and seeing what was what where and with who.  His Narly Senses kicked in, directing him to one of the four livery stables in the small Midwestern town.  He mosied around back and snuck in the partly crack side door.  He heard nothing for a few moments, then, giggles.  Girlie giggles.
	Smiling inwardly--out outwardly, utilizing Stealthmode la Invisibility he crept along until coming to a darkened stall.  A large horsey was within, using infra vision August found two nude girls within, they were about 16ish, a brown haired girl and one blond.  Nice lookers, one short, one tall.  Good looking bodies, ‘specially naked.
	They were hugging the horse and giggling, but were also up to some fondling--serious fondling of the horse’s cock.  The horse--Gamby--didn’t seem to mind, he spread his legs and made “pleasing” sounds every now and then--the girls’ hands were talented.
	At length the girls were seemingly “daring” one another.  “Anna” eventually took up the dare and went to her knees, took holt of Gamby’s cock and massaged it to a very “stiff” erection then began kissing the head.  Barbara knelt down on the other side of the horse and watched, fingering her teenage pussy and giggling beyond belief.
	Anna soon was engulfing the head of Gamby’s cock into her mouth, sucking it and massaging with both hands the entire horsey schlong.  Barbara was beside her as she watched.
	Gamby shuffled about, prancing, farting, and continuing to make pleasing orgasmic horsey sounds.  August knelt among the hay and horse turds and watched the girls continuing.  What was it with girls and horses anyways?  (the size of their cocks!)
	After Anna had had her fill of slurping on Gamby’s bone, Barbara done her one better, pulling a hay bale under Gamby, she lay on it and opened her legs wide, guiding Gamby’s cock to her snatch.  Anna helped, dragging the huge bulbous tip to Barbara’s quaking cunt.  “Put it in me.” the girl wailed.
	August was beside him--there wasn’t an animal one he could think of that would give him sexual pleasure.  No, not even a sheep--he was not that desperate.  (well, not yet anyways…)
	Barbara’s back arched, she tweaked her nipples while Anna worked Gamby’s cock into the quivering quim.  Gamby was seen to enjoy this romp, he bucked and eventually began saturating Barbara’s cunny with his jiz.
	August was further shocked to watch Anna go down and lap the horsey spunk off of Barb’s cunny!  She, too, sucked on the cum spurting schlong and soon the two girls were romping/rolling in the hay (and horse turds) kissing, frolicking, and pussy pounding.

	Out behind a house a block or so down from Gamby August was privy to observing a nice young girl in good clothes, about 14 years of age, long silky brown hair, a pretty girl, giving her five year old brother a bath.  The boy stood in a galvanized wash tub while the big sister bathed him.  While she bathed him, on the sly she fondled his wares.  August watched, he had to.  He was already worked up from Anna and Barbara’s doings…
	The little boy seemed preoccupied with a washcloth and not overly aware of the stimuli to his young organ.  The big sister caressed his bare butt, squeezed the cheeks and played with his privates.  She was seen to close her eyes as she rubbed her hand all over the boy’s slightly erect bone, fondling his balls and all.  She was in need.
	Suddenly the backdoor opened and an old woman wringing her hands in a towel stepped out onto the steps, “You done washin’ that boy, yet!?” she addled.  Light streamed out from within the house, it was bright and disrupted August’s HUD and he feared, too, his ability to remain unseen.  He scurried back into the darkness and huddled behind some crates and barrels.  But he was still capable of hearing, though-…
	He had missed the first part of the conversation between the woman and the girl, but he heard the most important part--”and ye bes’ git one yerself!”
	August smiled.  The boy was wrapped up in a blanket and handed off to the waiting grandma-like character, she closed the back door and all was quiet, dark, and still.  (still ‘ceptin’ for August Moone’s pounding heart and pulsing cock!)
	With the Device back online he used the black & white mode to see clearer than the infra vision mode.  It wasn’t in color but it was good enough--good enough to see the lovely fourteen year old strip out of her clothes, finger her dark triangle, rub her ass, breasts, and pussy again before stepping into the bathtub.
	She didn’t languish in the tub too long, just enough to wet her body, soap it up some, and frig her snatch for a few minutes.  Then she stood and knew no more--August zapped her.  He had to.  On her clothes and the extra blanket he laid her out, sucking on her wet/soapy breasts, fingering her pussy into an orgasmic state of turbulence.
	The girl reacted, twitching, ohhing and ahhing, mouth undulating, nipples perky.  August eased himself into the girl and began pumping.  She was a virgin--was.
	It was a quickie, but enjoyable and “lasting” just the same.  His mind was still filled with Barbara and Anna, and Alice.  His cock thrust deeply into “Shannon’s” twat, driving the poor hapless girl insane (with multiple orgasms.)  Her whole body shuddered as her unseen lover pumped her.  A good shot of his man juices filled her young cunny, another shot coated it.
	He gave her no instructions, sat back and took a breather before helping the deflowered girl into the bath to soothe her broken-in cunny.  August was about to join her and try for a little sneak attack into “back country” when the back door behind him opened, “Landsakes, girl, you’s gonna stay out thare all night!?” griped/bitched the grandma.
	August released the teen granddaughter, she recovered slowly, confused, missing some “time”, her pussy was all tingly.  Her grandma bitched on, the girl scarcely paid any attention but quickly finished up, stepped out and thankfully left the tub filled.  August took his time washing, bathing, relaxing--until he heard the coyotes howling--then he took his leave and headed for the nearest hayloft.

	School Daze
	Come the morning, after securing some breakfast, he scooted about the town, checking it out, reading a newspaper, watching the peoples, noting some of those he had “already seen.”  Outside of town he found himself wandering, he had a lot on his mind, he didn’t want to be here, not in this town.  He wanted to return to Walnut Grove, if he was destined to be in the Old West…but it was currently 1889, the last the resident’s of Walnut Grove had known he had been off on some trail of a no-account fourteen years past.
	To show up now wouldn’t be good, hard to explain; ‘sides, it all be different, now; he guessed.  The Ingalls?  The Olesons?  Had their orgies been continuing since?  Had they gotten careless, gotten caught, or worn out?  Had the girls gotten pregnant, the mothers?  
	And what about Deadwood (Prairieville), he truly had shined there.  He had been gone some 14 years, his job as sheriff was handed off to someone else, now.
	And all of that said maybe, he had advanced some 14 years into the future, getting closer to the time of when he had been borned.  How exactly that was happening he had no fucking clue whatsoever.  The Device was in charge of that scheme--inasmuch as he was in charge of “other” things.
	His Snoop-Narly Senses kicked in and once more he was directed to “check it out.”  so he did.
	And he found the wonderful Reverend Marsh--shagging a young woman, a young “teen” woman, a young teen parishioner, no doubt.  Both were virtually naked, the Reverend Marsh on top of the leg sprawling frantically orgasming 16 year old.  While he pumped furiously away at the young girl he spouted bits of scripture.  August hung his head and watched the antics as the two lay hidden behind an old oak log, under the shade of a great oak in a huge field of dry grass.
	At the end of the huge field of dry grass, up on a small hill, right on the very-very outskirts of the town there was a large school house.  Pale white clapboard siding, as big as a barn, but one room only--as was typical in those days.  The sound of a bell being rung was what brought August’s attention to it.  He made his way along, noting a small gathering of kiddies in various ages, some he already knew.
	A little girl ‘bout eight or so tumbled out of the nearby privy, underclothes at her ankles, yowling and bawling and carrying on.  She had been stung by a bee, on her young naked bottom.  The teacher ran to her rescue, standing her up, brushing her off, her dress all askew.  The “bouys” of the gathering got a nice view of the girl as her dress revealed her nakedness.  Two boys 11-12ish desperately rubbed themselves (on the sly), two other boys 14ish (the oldest of the school) rubbed themselves, too--feasting their eyes right on the young bawling child.
	The teacher scooped the child up, pulling off her underclothes and hustled her into the back room of the school.  A teenage girl, Barbara none other, stepped out, clapped her hands and brought the attention of the schoolers to her.  She directed them to come in.  August counted heads, ten girls, ten boys.
	The youngest of the girls was about seven while the oldest was merely thirteen.  Of the boys, six was the youngest while fourteen was the oldest.  The two oldest boys languished behind, still fondling themselves in desperation to contain their erections.
	The wheels of debauchery began to turn in August’s noggin, scanning through the various Programming allotments now available in the Device, August smiled more--some programs had been freed up, they were new--new to try out on unsuspecting Subjects…
	Inside it was quaint, two cast iron pot bellied stoves--thank you Ben!  A huge teacher’s desk up on a small riser, windows only on one side, he didn’t know why--he suspected building problems.  A HUGE high ceiling with rafters crisscrossing.  A big chalkboard with the day’s lessons written there for all the various grades. 
	Farm kids, some were in not so clean clothes, equally not so clean bodies.  Dirty hair, some uncombed, unkempt.  Pretty girls in the mix, too--along with a couple of pretty boys.  August hung in the back with the early American “Fathers of our Country” portraits.
	A door along the back door opened, beyond was a back room for the office and storage room.  The teacher, Ms. Peatree, brought out the little girl from earlier.  She was still in some distress, sniffling but none the worse for her harrowing experience.
	She took her seat with her classmates, still rubbing her butt where the bee had got her.  Across the aisles the four boys in question rubbed themselves, too.
	“Well, class,” spoke up Ms. Peatree, “Let’s get started.” she was a charmer, tall, refined, dignified, well poised and educated.  Her assistant, Barbara, stood by her.  The kids had homework, their was a discussion about history and August slowly began his shenanigans.

	His “plan” was a work in progress--he thunk it up as he went along!
	After “securing” the students, the teacher(s), he had the Boys stand up and stand against the wall with no windows.  The girls stood up against the wall WITH windows.  The windows were dirty and looked out into the desert-scape, so it mattered not for August’s next phase.
	Which was to have EVERYONE strip down to their bare skin.
	This plan didn’t go over well--it was both good and bad--for August.  (and the Device)  Encompassing so many Mind-Brain Waves was a little taxing for the GI Device Item 0110.  So its abilities were somewhat stretched, no biggie, though, it was doing it.  August had initially just planned on zapping everyone into a zombie state of mind, then have his way with whoever, have some fun, and then boogie-oogie on his way elsewhere.
	But now, the Subjects were not totally mindless, they were zapped, sure--and unable to do squat one thing about it save “observe.”  this was good, August approved and liked, very much.  It was sort of what he desired, anyways--for his Subjects (victims) to be somewhat aware of what was happening, to react but not adversely.
	This worked!
	Slowly the command to “undress” filtered through all the kiddies.  He worried if his Stealthmode Invisibility would be an issue, but apparently not.  He strolled through the middle of the room butt bare assed naked, sportin’ a woody and looking left and right at the lovely young nude students.  Most of the girls were a bit upset, crying, sniveling, carrying on, etc.  The boys were bucking up, even the youngest ones.
	Ms. Peatree, SHE was upset, she couldn’t understand how she was conforming to the notion to undress, while in her class.  Barbara acted all upset, too.  August saw the young girl he had shagged the night before, the one who had been fondling her little brother.
	After Ms. Peatree was totally nude, August presented himself before her, kissed her and grabbed her butt.  She freaked out, she could not “see” her molestor but felt him sure.  August’s schlong dipped down between her legs, his hands gripping tightly her ass, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.
	There was nothing for the twenty-five year old woman to do but endure.  August walked her backwards to her desk, pushed her books and such off onto the floor and laid the distraught woman out.  With her legs wide open she gave her entire class a nice beaver shot.  
	It was not to be believed--how unconscionable!  Everyone eyed the woman’s snatch, her very furry untrimmed snatch.  She was not a virgin, but not a slut, either.  August devoured her pussy, her legs flailing all about as she wriggled on the desk helplessly.
	August quickly satisfied the woman, her juices flowed and her wiggling ceased, she was awed.  August took a moment to feast his eyes on the lovelies about him.  And then to the boys he settled, smiled and thunk up some more deviltry.
	Simply put he had each boy come hither and took a very up close and personal view of Ms. Peatree’s poon.  They touched it, slipped their fingers in, pulled the “lips” open, and then each boy from six to fourteen “kissed” their teacher’s pussy before “mounting” her.  August helped them nestle into position and have a go.  August rested his hand lovingly on the boy humping, fondling the lad’s balls and enjoying his new debauchery.
	After a few minutes the boy would be re-directed to go and squat on the teacher’s face, facing down so as he could watch the next boy in line fuck Ms. Peatree while his own wares were engulfed by Ms. Peatree.
	The first boy to actually “cum” was twelve year old Jason Treet.  It was his first honest orgasm.  And it was sensational!  He had never cum before; he feasted his eyes on Ms. Peatree’s bouncing titties, her mouth sucking on Charlie Dugun’s balls.  August smacked the boy’s ass and he completed his task.
	The older boys managed to achieve justified orgasms, creaming Ms. Peatree’s snatch with James Throbert actually peeing in her pussy rather than cumming.  Each boy got his balls AND cock washed.  Each boy sucked on her titties as well as had their corn holes licked out.
	THEN, it was the girls’ turn.
	Here the girls all came to take a squat on Ms. P’s face, laying down her body.  Then the boys all took a turn at licking the girls’ assholes!  August did likewise as well as some finger and cock poking of the girl’s pooter holes.  Each boy took a turn at plugging the girl riding Ms. P, it was not to be believed!
	Thereafter, Ms. Peatree was virtually mindless, she was removed from the desk and laid out on the floor, staring up to the bland unpainted rafters (lightly fingering her pussy all the while.)  
	Each girl was sat on the desk, legs open so as each boy in turn licked her pussy, sucked it, then poked it with his cock.  August took his turn, as well, then took a breather and let the kids return to their ownselves.
	
	He left the school kids to their own, he had suddenly gotten awash of dizziness and felt most ill.  Visions he couldn’t ascertain filled him and some frightened him--although he couldn’t make them out.  He stumbled (naked) out of the building and crashed near headlong into the outhouse.  After recovering he saw what he thought was a wavy green cloud before him.  Not knowing any better he stumbled towards it.
	Moments later he was swimming in a green sea…
	Author’s Note:  You gotta stick around for the next chapter, there’s more than you can imagine!