August Moone
Timing is Everything
Chapter 23
Frolicking Finale

				       	On their own…
	Bustling city of Charlottesville was the object of John-boy and Ben’s obsession, both on business but snuck in a little “pleasure” before heading home.  They were unawares of August Moone riding in the back of the truck with them.  Why he had accompanied them at the last minute he didn’t know, but his Narly Senses had been alerted and it seemed like a good idea at the time.
	While the boys tended to some business of their own August visited once more a couple of banks.  While there he took pleasures upon a young bank teller, sashaying her into the vault and spreading her down upon the cash table.  There it was a simple matter of rising her dress up, lowering her panties, and helping himself to some poon pie.
	When done with his “withdrawl” he scampered out to meet the Walton boys.  They had completed their business and found a couple of extra dollars in their pockets.  They didn’t know how but were glad; they mosied across the street from where they had parked the family truck and entered into an ice cream shoppe.
	During such time the boys set their eyes on a very-very pretty little girl.
	She was merely about 8 or 9 years young, but very pretty.  A pleasing dress with lace and ruffles, blond with serious curls, flat chested.  Her dress was a blue and white checkered, smooth creamy skin, dazzling eyes of sky blue, perfect white teeth and a delicious smile.
	Both Walton boys had strong emotions about her.
	The girl was in the company of several adults, busy body fussy old ladies, one of which was assumed to be her mother.  She came from a good home, an excellent home, a well-to-do type environment.  The boys noshed on their banana split and strawberry malts watching the girl, and when she left the shoppe unescorted--the boys left their half consumed desserts!
	The lads had merely glanced at one another, unawares that an unseen entity was at work, motivating the young girl to leave the security of her mother.  Quickly the boys lapped up one last little morsel of their dessert and left the shoppe, eyes and cocks fastened onto the young girl crossing the street.
	Across the street there was a park.  The young Subject paused and seemed lost for a moment, then entered into the park before stopping.  The boys came to their truck that was parked at the curb by the park across from the ice creamery.
	Suddenly, the little came back to the sidewalk.  She was sooooooo pretty, John-boy thought for sure that he was going to cum off in his beige pants right then and there.  Then, in his mind came the notion, to ASK the little girl if she was alright, was she lost?
	The little wonder didn’t answer, just stared, smiled, and looked very pleasing.  John-boy took her hand and she was all right with that, Ben looked about nervously but saw no one in a frantic search for the child.  With no trouble at all John-boy was able to scoot the hapless child into the truck.
	Seconds later they were off.

	Ben held the little one on his lap, amused was he at how easy it seemed to be to “cop a feel” off of her.  John-by was bemused, as well.  
	“Maybe she’s retarded.” Ben said.
	“Naw, she’s too pretty for that.” John-boy retorted.  They went as far as the first turn going up Waltons Mountain, here there was a turn-off.  The turn-off emptied out to a nice secluded clearing, it was one of the last places to turn out and cool off the brakes when the truck was loaded with lumber from the Walton mill.
	John-boy brought the truck into the area and Ben carried the child out to the grass.  A car coming down the mountain cruised by but didn’t notice the truck.  John-boy pulled some shrubs and bushes about to further conceal the truck--neither lad could hold off and couldn’t believe what they had done anyways.
	August smiled, and continued his narly efforts.
	Which was to bring the child to a standing position in the shade of the clearing.  John-boy laid out a blanket from the truck on the ground and Ben raised her dress.  Most of the things the boys did were on their own volition, helped along by words/urgings/promptings of encouragement from the unseen entity tagging along with them.
	Ben raised the girl’s pretty dress as far as her tummy eyeing her pretty plain white panties.  His hand came to her butt and fondle-fondle-fondle.  John-boy sat up on his knees and took his pants and underwear down, cock in hand he masturbated then was PROMPTED to take the little girl’s hand to his schlong.
	Slowly Ben eased the girl’s panties down, now no longer wondering how this was happening so easily.  He smiled, beamed, licked his lips hungrily as the girl’s panties came down her legs to her ankles.  He fondled her now naked ass more, squeezing the cheeks and fingering the crack.  Then, like brother John-boy he sat up on his knees and lowered his clothes.  
	Together the boys pulled the blue & white checkered simple dress off the child and she was nude.  Pre-cum already glistened on John-boy knob, Ben pressed his up against the girl’s ass cheek, took her hand (on his own) and had her cup/squeeze his balls.  John-boy began dragging a finger up and down her slit, she was a virgin.  Was.
	John-boy stood and pressed his schlong against “Kathy’s” pretty-pretty face, against her lips and then pushing himself into her mouth.  Ben nestled behind her and began a steady task of licking her ass, ass crack and hole.
	John-boy soon ejaculated into the girl’s mouth, his legs began so weak and wobbly he nearly fell.  His cock jutted all it could then he rubbed the flaccid member all over Kathy’s lovely angelic face, still squirting a little goo.
	He then sat down crossing his legs Indian style, still feasting his eyes on the child, watching his spunk glisten on her face and drip off.  Ben bent the child over and seriously got after tonguing the trinity.  
	A truck lugging up the steep incline of the mountain road stopped the boys, frightening them.  They hunkered down and peered through the bushes, it was only a delivery truck to service/stock Ike Godsey’s store.  The boys watched until it was out of sight then continued with their antics.

	Ben’s eyes rolled in his head, he bit his lip and his body acted without his knowledge--he was no longer in control at the pivotal moment of orgasm.  His cock was buried to the hilt in Kathy’s quim, he shuddered and came in quarts as his cock power fucked UP into the child’s cunt.  John-boy sitting nearby rubbed the girl’s ass, smacked it and watched his brother’s cock pump away into the broken cunny.
	Ben was virtually worthless after his cock finally “died off”.  He gave one more jut-strain and lay out with arms open wide.  It was now John-boy’s turn.  The girl had been placed on Ben’s nude body, Ben’s cock poking and prodding until finally plunging inward and breaking the child’s hymen.  John-boy had sat by massaging his organ, smacking and lusting and watching the sex act in progress.  He now simply nestled up behind, raised the girl’s hips up and began poking away at her still virginal backdoor.
	There were no thoughts in either lads’ minds, none of their sisters, mother, Corabeth, Ms. Hunter, no one.  They only desired to fuck the snot out of the little girl from Charlottesville.
	And so they did.
	After John-boy filled Kathy’s backdoor, he took a rest.  Ben had sufficiently rested enough and took to tonguing her fresh pussy--albeit a little funky and just recently “broken in.”
	The boys eventually took to sandwiching fucking the little girl before finishing.  August took his turn then while the boys rested.  Thereafter the boys returned to Charlottesville to drop the girl off, but not in the same place and not in the same condition.
	John-boy and Ben were not, however, the only ones “acting” on their own.  There, too, was narly business going on at Godsey’s General store.

	John-boy and Ben passed the delivery truck on their way back up to home.  It was getting late and the boys were thinking up some story to lay on their daddy for their being so late.  “Flat tire, engine trouble, etc.”  and to further smooth things over, John-boy decided to fill the truck’s tank with the remaining money he had somehow overlooked.
	All was quiet at Godsey’s, when the noisy truck finally stopped and shut off at the single old style pump, August got a quick flash of Narly Senses.  Quickly he “rested” the boys, letting them sit it out on the covered porch of the general store.  August noted the posted sign in the door window, BE RIGHT BACK and the blinds drawn.
	August hastily made tracks around to the back end of the building, entered into super stealth mode and spied in on the narly goings on inside.
	On the living room floral sofa was Corabeth Godsey, butt bare assed naked, moaning and groaning, tweaking her own nipples and in a varied state of orgasmic pleasures.  Between her open legs sucking on her pussy was none other than her adopted ten year old daughter Amy!
	AND behind Amy was her adopted father Ike!
	Ike had his hands on the little girl’s ass and his cock plowed effortlessly into the child’s ass. 	August was shocked.  Very shocked, stunned.  And he had nothing to do with it!  Well, not totally.  He had merely been the instigator, freeing their inhibitions to act on their own unnatural desires.
	Ike finally unloaded into Amy’s sweet ass, strained as much as he could to get every bit of joy from the immoral act, smacked her ass with his cock and hands and then moved up onto the sofa.  Here the frantic Corabeth took Mr. Godsey’s balls and fondled them before taking his cock and sucking on it.
	Amy looked up from licking on her adopted mother’s pussy, grinned and then returned to her pleasing work.

	One more…
	A couple of days after the Godsey show, August found himself ansy, fidgety.  He didn’t know why but it unnerved him.  Almost three months he had been with the Waltons.  It had been the longest time he had spent in any one Time Period.  Was it time to move on?  How?  He didn’t know, he didn’t know how exactly he progressed from one period to the next.  Thinking back he faintly recalled some incidences--a calamity of some sort seemed to be the commonality.
	To ease his being ansy he took a walk, out into the woods, no particular direction or anything of the like.  He found the grandpa getting a hummer from Elizabeth and Amy.  The girls were naked, their clothes scattered about with their panties being held to the nose of the old man.  Elizabeth sucked tenaciously away on her grandpa’s cock while Amy licked Elizabeth’s ass crack, her own ass being fondled by the grandpa.
	That was nice, as a diversion from his ansyness he pegged Amy in the ass and Elizabeth’s pussy.  Then he moseyed on.
	He found another Walton not far away, not far from some remote mountain homes.  She wasn’t alone.  In her company there was a wee little lad, both were naked.  The boy August didn’t know and had never seen, but on her own Mary Ellen was molesting the boy and how!  
	The boy was suckling Mary Ellen’s breasts and humping her, the boy was nigh but five years young.  His little willie wasn’t much but it was stiff.  Mary Ellen handled it, tugging on it, cupping his bald balls, rubbing/caressing his smooth naked ass.  Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!
	Mary Ellen’s nipples were hard.  She was lusting and in a serious state of arousal.  August was bemused, all on her own she was.  She soon positioned the boy between her legs, laying back on her clothes and guided the boy’s young erection to her fevered twat.  
	August squatted down in the nearby bushes knowing that wee little kids could well enough detect him.  Mary Ellen gripped the lad’s ass and guided him into Fuck Mode, his cock wasn’t much and August couldn’t see how she could glean any sexual pleasure from the deed--but she did.
	After just a few moments of having the boy hump her she pulled him up her body and began sucking on his little wee-wee.  And that’s what the boy did, wee-weed.  But naughty Mary Ellen Walton didn’t seem to mind, the boy sprayed her mouth and face with his boyish piss and Mary Ellen orgasmed.

	A few miles out into the woods, down a steep gully and into a quaint green meadow August saw a shimmer of light.  It was green and in the center was a bright light.  He knew.  He knew what it was and meant.  He thought carefully, he had done all that he could do for the Waltons, Ike and Corabeth, it WAS time to move on.

			Days of Happiness and Debauchery

	He begun to understand the Transition World, slightly.  Possibly.  It still made little sense, there was really no rhyme or reasoning; and how it all came about to be he had little idea about that, too.  The Device, all questions (and some answers) were as a direct result of the Device.
	Charlie had been right, of course, the Choices; future choices for the Path he chose NOT to take.  Bummer.  In some respects he wished he would have listened to the old desert codger.  But then, like he had noted before, his life would have been probably a little drab, boring, non-existent.
	He didn’t want to venture to that area in concerns of Paying for all his debauchery when the time came, he wasn’t a very religious man to begin with, but he guessed that he DID believe in some sort of a Supreme Being, and that Being wasn’t probably going to be so approving of all the narly twisted shenanigans he had been involved with--on his own, prompted by his evil sexual desires and backed up with the marvelous Device.
	But then, if the Supreme Being was all so powerful and such, why didn’t He do something to prevent August from doing those evil sexual desires?  August guessed that he supposed that it was due to the Fall of Man theory; from the days of Adam & Eve, mankind was on his own, if he screwed up, so be it--he would have to at a later time deal with it, answer for his crimes, debauchery--good-bad-indifferent.
	There was no rationalizing it, it was as is was so.  There was no explaining or making excuses.  But he DID know that without the Device he would have rarely tempted Fate by absconding with young kids and doing the naughty with them.  Rarely.  He fondly recalled Melody, from the Dude Ranch of the Bar-None way back when, without the Device he wouldn’t have been able to snag her, place her in his ‘51 Ford Panel and whisk her away out into the desert and do those things to her he so enjoyed.
	Without the Device August wouldn’t have had the chance to be the Hero of Walnut Grove, Deadwood Gulch/Prairieville.  Without the Device he wouldn’t have had incredible experiences, adventures!  Without the Device he wouldn’t have gotten the chance to spy on Olivia Walton and cousin Corabeth making out in the woods by the Walton home!
	Yeah, on their own, too.  August was just there to spy, following the two as they made eyes to one another and acting a little goofy, suspicious.  As soon as the Walton house emptied the two woman amscrayed.  August followed stealthfully.  He was mildly surprised, and elated, to see the two undressing and quickly setting about kissing and groping one another.
	They rolled and twisted and wound up in an impromptu 69er.
	August was most pleased, he had nothing to do with it.  Well, very little to do with it, he had merely freed them up, broke down the wall that contained their morals.  Happily the two women; wives, mothers, frolicked on the forest floor, happily noshing on one another’s pussy, spanking one another and being very happy.
	Without the Device August wouldn’t have been able to spy on Ben; Ben who had taken Bitsy out to the old Woolums homestead, high up on the mountain--so her screaming would only bother the squirrels and birds.
	Screaming?
	Ben had had it with Bitsy, she was an air head, talked too fast and talked too much.  She was pretty, very pretty.  She was fuckable and ohhhhh so pretty, but she talked--and talked--and talked.  And talked FAST, too. 
	And Bitsy had another problem--she was pushy.  She was, also, a player; she had as many as four boys standing in line--told you she was cute.  To each boy she tugged at his heart strings, getting (usually) what she wanted, and if she didn’t she’d pout and go on to some other mountain boy who would.
	Ben had had enough.  He liked Bitsy, really.  And not just for the Main Reasoning, but that was a part of it (the sexual reason.)  She was cute, fun to be around, enlightened his heart, etc.
	But her playing Head Games was too much.
	Up at the Woolums abandoned homestead he took Bitsy on a ruse, a picnic.  Bitsy WAS enamored with Ben, he was tall, musically inclined, had pleasing enough looks, and possibly destined to be the one most likely to get off of the mountain and BE somebody.  Bitsy wanted to be the WIFE of that Somebody.
	But before any of that could happen Bitsy was taken rather rudely to a small log nearby the old collapsing home abandoned shortly after the First World War.  Bitsy was not overly pleased and in a bit of fear.  “Ben Walton you let go of me!” she insisted.  She could insist all she wanted, no one knew where she had gotten off to, no one had seen her go with Ben…uh-oh.
	Ben gave the frightened girl a talking to, one of those, “You need a good talking to” talking to’s.  
	“Bitsy, you’re a nice girl,” he began--still holding her tightly by the elbow, “and I like you.  But you’re playing me for a fool and I don’t like it.” he was as straightforward as he could be.  Bitsy was aghast and didn’t know what he was talking about.
	“You’re playing head games with me, JW, David Bartly, Gary, and Josh--”
	“Why, Ben Walton, I do declare, I think you’re jealous!” she tried to derail his banter.
	Didn’t work.  “Jealous, huh?” he scorched her, “You telling’ me that you haven’t been going out with those other fellas?”
	“I’m a grown girl, Ben, and I can do as I please!  Now let go of me!”
	Ben wasn’t about to.  He held her all the firmer, anger rising in his skin.
	“You haven’t been very nice, Bitsy, and I think you need something to straighten you out.”  and while she vehemently protested, Ben Walton yanked her across the log.  She was furious.  But not in a position to do much.  When she began to wildly thrash about, August intervened to make the situation more to his liking--as well as to Ben’s.  She still could carry on, but not thrash so wildly out of control so as Ben couldn’t continue with his “straightening her out!”
	His hand came to her dainty uppity little firm ass, she was all of 16 years young and couldn’t remember the last time she had been walloped.  So shocked was she that she couldn’t utter a word, and August helped, too.
	Ben walloped her butt but good, then--on his own, RAISED Bitsy’s dress and underskirt and walloped her some more on her dainty pink panties.  August was liking this.  Bitsy wasn’t.  She thrashed about wildly, but still under control, she still couldn’t utter any words and therefore was finally “straightening” out.
	The pink panties concealing Bitsy’s dainty lily white ass were tugged down and the walloping continued.  Bitsy furiously tried to wriggle, but it did her no good, Ben placed as much weight on her as possible without truly crushing her and continued spanking her ass until it was tomato red.
	Bitsy was crying, now.
	“I’m sorry.” she wailed.
	“Too late for that shit!” Ben barked.  Then, NOT on his own, Ben hauled out his cock.  It WAS hard, though--on his own.  Ben grabbed the four-timing girl and yanked her to her knees, his cock pressed against her pretty-pretty face, poking her nose, ears, eyes and finally stuffing into her mouth.
	Bitsy thrashed about madly but the cock filled her mouth.  Ben grabbed her head with both hands and slammed her up and down his shaft.  Her hot breath, her wild actions, her teeth, all sent his balls and sensitive cock into orgasmic fits.  August was liking this, a lot.
	Ben finally exploded off into Bitsy’s mouth.  She slurped, gagged, choked, retched, and made horrible displeasing faces as the splooge filled her gullet and splashed onto her face.  Ben rubbed his organ all over her face, shoved it back into her mouth and made her re-suck him until his cock was re-stiffened.
	“Take off your clothes.” Ben said.  Bitsy wasn’t about to.  She stammered and held her fists to her sides, still gagging and retching on the spunk and cock taste in her mouth.
	“Take off your clothes.” August Mind-linked to her.  Bitsy blinked her eyes, took a breath and then began removing her dress.  Ben stood watching her, a little shocked at her compliance.  He peeled out of his clothes, too.  Bitsy for the first time feasted her eyes on his nudity--she was appalled, shocked, concerned, a little horrified--but, too, a little giddy.
	Once naked she was prompted by both Ben & August to lay down.
	She did.  She automatically brought her legs up/knees up and spread ‘em.  Her pussy was furry, dainty, unfucked.  ‘Do you masturbate?’ asked August.  There was no reply.  ‘uhm, do you “finger” your self?’
	‘Yes.’  the word “masturbate” was not a part of her vocabulary.
	August put her into “fingering” mode, tantalizing the nude Ben.
	Ben (on his own) went down on the girl, munching her out, diddling her clean brown-eye, and noshing-noshing-noshing.  He loved cunnilingus, though he, too, didn’t know what THAT word meant.  His tongue danced effortlessly on the labia, the mons, and nipping the burgeoning clit.  Up and down the gash, into the folds of the entrance, sending young Bitsy into a frantic mode of ecstasy.
	By now Ben’s cock was ready.  It was stiff, hanging down between his legs, balls all cinched up, pre-cum dripping from his knob.  On his own Ben slid up between Bitsy legs and lay on her, firstly sucking on her lovely young titties, nipping the nipples and just having his cock lay on the entrance to the girl’s love tunnel.
	August enjoyed feasting his eyes on Ben’s nude ass, the sun basting him, his mouth engulfing Bitsy’s breasts.  The mountain boy finally eased in his cock to Bitsy’s virgin poon, Ben pressed his mouth to Bitsy and the deflowering of the head game player commenced.

	Ah, Ben!  After successfully humping the deranged young mountain girl senseless, Ben sucked on her cum laden cunny for several minutes--while August Moone humped tenaciously away at the mountain boy’s ass!  Thereafter August plopped his funky cock into Bitsy’s mouth having her suck him and fondle his balls.  Ben munched away on Bitsy until making her cum.
	Ben was still somewhat infuriated with Bitsy, pissed off and still wanted to punish her.  After his cock had settled down and was “ready” again, Bitsy now “assumed the position” (on all fours) and Ben Walton entered into her backdoor, humping madly, spanking her and giving her such a ride!
	When filling her corn hole with his personal love juices he sat back, his cock was in dire agony, his eyes fluttered, his balls were singing a different tune, his cock in his hands was no longer in a sexual mode.
	He whizzed on Bitsy’s ass, showering her crack and cunny until he was empty.  Then lay down in the sun.  Bitsy now on her own was miffed at Ben, but chilled out.  She didn’t like being spanked--not too much.  (August had a hand at “chilling” the girl down some.
	She was prompted (and followed thru) with copping a squat onto Ben’s face.  She wriggled there a moment and after a bottle of pop she whizzed on Ben’s face!

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	These images filled August as he roamed about the Transition World, he wondered where it would lead him next?