August Moone
Timing is Everything
Chapter 25
Happy Daze Goes ‘round and ‘round

	Exploring his new found Being took a little doing, also took him into new adventures.  The Device he felt was within him, a part of him, more than just the simply HeadsUpDisplay from the Old West era, he HAD evolved, he had become the Device!
	That was weird.  If not frightening.  Were there complications to this, if not now--later?  What was he to become, what was to happen to him?  He still could “feel” objects, he still thought (so assumed that old adage--I think, therefore I am.)  But he no longer seemed to be overly hungry, or thirsty, or needed to use the bathroom.  That was disturbing.  
	He still could feel his schlong, though, he could still fondle his balls and caress his ass, that was a plus more importantly.  He no longer though interacted with peoples, but still could “control” them, manipulate them as he had always done.  That was another plus.
	But he was still concerned, still frightened of the unknown, his evolving into something science fictiony could have devastating repercussions.  That wasn’t good.  Choices, decisions, it was all back to the day he walked out of the canyon half assed listening to the gentle words of an old washed up desert rat.  The Device had consumed him, made him, tempted him and once following the temptations--there was no going back.  None.
	He had made his decision(s), tempted fate and made his choices to follow not his heart but his cock, his undermining desire to debacle the populace.
	No going back.
	Or was there?
	Maybe.  Frantically he did try to access that peculiar program that had started this whole fantastic mess--Time Travel.  The program didn’t come to light, though--he didn’t think it really would.  The Device was no longer like he had had in the beginning, it was no longer in the HeadsUpDisplay form, it was a part of him.  He had to re-think and reroute his thinking.
	Part of him thought about Charlie, always Charlie.  And the desert, and the tunnels, the pirate ship, the tunnel buggers, the clearing and sheer canyon walls.  Maybe, just maybe if he could make it back there, follow the trail, meander about and find a clue, any clue, he could… 
	Naw, that was a dumb idea.
	Wasn’t it?
	It was something to chew on.
	Meanwhile…
	Debauchery Most High
	Doug’s mind remained mostly voided, empty, solely concentrated on the task at hand--which was humping madly to achieve orgasm--this while laying atop of his baby sister, his cock not IN her seven year old pussy, but humping madly against the slit.  The child slept soundly on.  It was DAYS after Doug had done it the first time, August had been in a funk for several days, figuring out his new situation.
	When all had come to confound him, to utterly make no sense, and to compel him that there was only one solution after all, he settled on making the most of it--to live in Milwaukee until a new plan could be ascertained.  He did hazard the notion of seeking out some top notch local scientist from the nearby university, but for now he was content with being himself, “I debach therefore I am!”
	Doug DID want to screw his sisters, Aimee and Jessica.  But vaginal penetration was not a good idea, it would be noticed.  Doug, therefore, was content with banging off on the girls’ slits.  After cumming successfully on the zonked out Aimee, August had the hard up hard-on horny teen go down and “clean-lick” his sisters’ snatches.
	To sister Jessica, who was twelve, her pussy was more developed, her titties becoming titties.  Doug loved sucking on them, fingering her pussy and humping her poon slit until he coated it with his jiz.  Licking his jiz from her pussy, though, was not overly cool with Doug, but he had no choice.
	His desire to fuck, though, to actually sink his cock into pussy was growing.  August knew that he would soon have to help the lad out.  One way presented itself one delightful sunny afternoon.  Doug worked on his car in the family garage, August still dwaddled on his problem, his being, his transformation into something he didn’t know and apparently had no control over.
	Out thru the kitchen door waltzed the mother, Doug’s mother.  She was the epitome of a ’50s mother, Beaver’s mother to be exact.  Poised and proper, carrying a tray of mini sandwiches and iced lemonade for her handsome son.   Uh-oh
	No one else was home.  Double uh-oh
	“Nancy” looked into the engine compartment and made subtle comments, “My, it looks dirty.” Doug was greasy, part of the engine he had dismantled, the teen had a double hard-on, for the car AND his mother.
	Hmmmm
	August so noted that Doug WAS hard up, to see his mother nude, to see her with her legs spread--he deeply wanted to fuck her.  But he knew that would never happen, so while he banged his girlfriend Sherry, humped his sisters, jerked off in the shower, he brought his mother’s image to mind.  Didn’t every boy.
	August so noted, too, there was the notion of banging Ms. Cunningham who lived across the street!  Doug wanted to bang Joanie, too.  Doug wanted to bang ANY girl, every girl he met!  (Their mothers included!)
	Nancy re-entered the house, Doug munched his mini sandwiches, swigged the lemonade, and continued working on his car.  Moments later his mother returned to the garage baring a large basket of laundry.  Slowly August worked his magic, for that was what he had come to know it by, magic.  It was an euphemism he knew but it seemed to apply.
	Doug didn’t pay any attention to his mother’s doings, not until she shucked her panties.  He saw that.  August directed his attention to it.  Doug was mesmerized, he didn’t know what to do, this had never happened before, the family was all kinds of modest, as were most of the general populace of the 1950s.  But down they came, full brief basic white undies, they were tossed into the washer and then--THEN she began undoing her dress!
	“Close the garage door.” August Minded to Doug.  Doug hesitated a moment, not because he was resisting but because he was stunned.  But he did move to bring the garage door down, blocking any prying eyes from the neighbors.  Thereafter he came and got the “notion” to take off his own clothes--for laundry purposes.
	His bone stuck out proudly as he stepped up to his naked mother, all her clothes were in the washer, she smiled at her teenage son and added his clothes he had handed her.  His eyes fell upon her globes, B-cups, small but supple, soft, alluring, perfectly shaped melons.  His cock began to surge.
	To his surprise (greatly) his mother reached out her hand and took his cock, she began to stroke and Doug began to choke.  This was more than he could take--to be out in the garage, butt naked, with his equally butt naked mother!  It was unbelievable!
	Then, to further send Doug into oblivion his mother went to her knees; while stroking his seeping bone with one hand she gentle flicked her tongue to his pre-cummed piss slit--then devoured it wholly, the head and ran her tongue about the super sensitive crown.
	Doug was in his glory.  This was NOT happening, it couldn’t.  His mother, his very own mother was sucking him!  It wasn’t happening, How?  Why?  Why now, why not back when his cock needed sucking when he was his sister Jessica’s age?
	August struggled to downplay the teen’s concerns and fears--”Just go with the flow, dumbass, don’t make waves.”
	When Nancy partook of the cock fully--Doug’s concerns DID ebb away, as they should with a good cock suck.  Nancy sucked like a pro, but she wasn’t.  She was almost a prude; a purist, she humped her hubby only in bed, lights out.  No hanky panky anywhere else in the house, when out of bed they were both clothed; she didn’t fart around anyone else, didn’t frig her cunny, or have narly thoughts of a sexual romp with anyone other than her husband.
	Hmmmmm
	Just before the juices were to begin to flow she stopped, smacked her lips and sucked his balls for a few moments, then licked the cum-shooting piss slit before standing up.  She then lay over a small work bench, legs spread wide, pulling her cheeks apart.
	Doug was freaking, August again had to downplay the boy’s crazy thoughts and “just go with it, dumbass.”
	Dumbass did, to his knees, peering at his mother’s ass, hole, crack, and furry furburger.  His hands (on his own) delicately smoothed over her flesh, then diddled her backdoor entrance.  “Lick it.” August encouraged.  Doug slowly complied, he still was not resisting, just in mild shock, drinking the whole experience in.
	He flicked his tongue to her crack, mostly licked her dirt chute and took a few moments to get a nice lick of her brown haired snatch.  Thereafter it was just a matter of standing up and pressing his rock hard hardness to her crack, poking into her bung hole, then easing into her fuckable fuck hole.
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	For August he DID at least feel something, he had begun to worry, but his cock was alright, after Doug had emptied himself into his mother’s love tunnel, the boy sat back, bare ass against his car in full wonderment, fondling himself.  August fondled the “zapped”/zombiefied woman and then noshed on her pooter hole, her cum laden snatch, then penetrated her very virgin poop chute.
	It was a wild ride, the woman had NEVER been buggered up the butt and had never even suspected that sex could be done so!  She knew what Sodomy was, but…
	August wrapped his arms about her and frigged her cunny, moments before he was to get his nut he turned about, keeping his prick in her asshole, got her legs opened and got son Doug to come down and munch her twat.
	Doug complied, a little “zombied” himself.  Thereafter the lad had another go into his mother’s quim, sucked her titties and fucked himself into a stupor.
	August was contented, he rest a few and then put those narly naughty notions into their heads--to carry on sexually from this day forth.  August made a note to deal with the kiddies and the daddy, too!

	It was late afternoon, August meandered back across the street to the Cunninghams.  Here he was privy to see Joanie seemingly sneaking about, carefully making her way up the stairs to the converted apartment above the family garage.  August “floated” across the street, waggled his weenie to a very pretty little girl in a sailor’s suit, she was all over about five, curly headed, rosy cheeks, by herself, pulling a red wagon with her dolly in it.  She didn’t pay August any attention.
	August did, though.  He tried to communicate with her, but it didn’t seem to be working, she sang some silly kiddie song (loudly) and continued on her way.  August would deal with it (her) later--right now, though…
	He found Joanie hiding behind a garbage can at the landing, sneaking looks into the converted apartment.  August peeked, too.  He saw the center of attraction, the one they call the Fonz, gettin’ it with some dame, broad, chick, hoochie.  She was about his age, seventeen (or thereabouts) not much of her could be seen, though--just her arms and legs!
	What COULD be seen, however, was Fonzie’s bare ass pumping.  Joanie peeked, gulped, fingered herself, and stared in wide eyed amazement.  Fonzi humped madly without passion, straining and pumping furiously until that critical moment.  
	The girl underneath clawed at his bare back, humped into him and they became one for several minutes after the initial orgasmic explosion.  Joanie watched, hand up under her dress, friggin’ away, sucking on her fingers and chewing her lips.
	It was then August noted the Fonz checking a mirror, a small tableside mirror, he cocked his head and his face lit up in a grand smile--casually he looked back over his shoulder.  Joanie ducked.  Had she been seen?  She hadn’t noticed the mirror.  She fled down the stairs, barely knocking August over, but managing to topple the garbage can.  It wasn’t full but made a lot of noise as it crashed down the stairs.
	Fonzie leapt from the bed and dashed nakedly to the door, he chuckled and let it go, returned to his starlet teen babe who washed his cock with her mouth.

	It was quaint after that--er, quiet.  August followed the Fonz to his workplace and found the rebel was something of a gigolo--a lady’s man.  He banged babes by the dozens and didn’t need no stinkin’ Device!  On August’s visit not an hour into working on a vintage ‘48 Ford than did not one, not two, but THREE delicious babes enter his establishment.
	They flirted, groped, and sashayed into the storage room where they ALL got butt naked!  One girl who was at least a couple of years OLDER went down to her knees and began sucking him, balls and all!  Another girl in her mid teens pressed her wondrous nude body against his, caressing his ass and kissing.  The other lay out on a crate and was finger fucked by the Fonz.
	August was impressed.
	Soon things got a little more interesting with red headed girl laying out on the crate already, the brunette who had been sucking on Fonzie’s schlong squatted over the red’s face.  The blond girl of the trio began sucking on Red’s red snatch.  The Fonz got into the action, slipping up behind the Blond Bomb and easing into her from behind.
	It was unreal.  For an hour they frolicked in the storeroom, then the girls “washed” up, washed up their lover, then left.  Fonzi returned to changing out a carburetor on the Ford and not half an hour later came in a cutesy young thing, no more than fifteen.  Tall she was, though, Texas drawl, tight yellow sweater, incredible Texas eyes of brown, soft and alluring she was. 
	“My daddy’s car ready yet?” she asked.  She was so cute she could melt stone!  Fonzi drank her in, they made eyes, then made for the store room.  But didn’t make it, a phone call interrupted their path, Fonzi answered it.  And while he yapped at the interruptor Danielle pressed herself against him, running her hand all over his body, especially his crotch!
	The Fonz did likewise, caressing her ass and becoming quite pronounced right then and there.
	And right then and there she did fish out his schlong, hump it in her hand and everything!  The Fonz yapped on the phone, his cock hard in the young teen’s hand, the teen undoing her tight fitting sweater; he finally concluded his call and began seriously humping the girl’s mouth--with the garage door straight open!
	It was a nice day, cool, and no one really to worry about passing by and looking in.  The garage was situated just on the edge of the slowly sprawling town.  Several cars were parked in the garage and out by the curb, waiting for service and repair--they would have a long wait as the Fonzi was kinda busy:  neither made it to the store room--they laid out in the canary yellow Ford’s front seat, the girl’s dress hiked up, her sweater off, bra on the floor of the garage along with her panties.  The Italian Stallion import riding her like a train!

	He figured what the hell, and took a walk.  It was a nice day, 1955, there were a few homes about, small commercial and businesses, sweet small town (soon to be bustling city) Americana.  Lots of kiddies were out, teen girls, too.  Sweet, young, innocent, naïve.  He wasn’t in the mood, much, for any frivolity, he just watched.
	Soon he came to be downtown, just on the fringes.  He sat and watched the cars whizzing up the tree lined street.  He tried a malted shake from the nearby malt shop but it seemed to lack some taste.  That bugged him, badly.  He couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten, drank, or took a wicked pee!
	He WAS evolving--into what, though?  It frightened him, slightly.  He wanted to be human, that was utmost.  He didn’t care if he didn’t have the narly powers or even the Device, he just wanted to be human again.
	But that wasn’t to be, not for now leastways.  He made his way on down the street, still observing the peoples, the cars, and the buildings.
	One building in particular came to light, Cunningham Hardware.  Well, there couldn’t be TWO such places in Milwaukee, could there?  August had heard the Mr. of the Cunningham house of Ritchie & Joanie make references to his hardware store he owned & operated.  Was this it?
	August peeked inside, it wasn’t a big store, a tv repair shop on one side, a second hand shop on the other.  Trees out in front with a bus bench, nice façade and all kinds of quintessential Americana.  All kinds.
	Realizing that there was probably a bell above the door to signal a customer, August waited for a “customer” to chance by.  None did.  So he made for the nearby alley and entered thru the backdoor.  No signal bell there.  He found Howard Cunningham, father of two, husband of one, humping a young girl.  Well, not as young as August Moone preferred, she was early (very early) 20s.  Pretty, ‘specially butt bare assed naked!  Blond, curly haired, blue eyes, and taking all of Mr. C’s cock into her hot blond twat.  She sat precariously on a shipping box, legs spread, shoulders to the wall, clothes on the floor.  Mr. C between her legs pounding steadily, balls flapping, humping for everything.  
	He finally got his nut, strained and feasted his middle aged eyes on the young girl’s bouncing sweaty titties.  He sucked them, nipped the nipples and continued humping her pussy until he could hump no more.  He then pulled back, a swath of sweat pouring out of his, soaking his clothes that he still wore.	
	The girl frigged her cunny and scooted back on the crate.  No words were spoken, August was hard, he had been hard since seeing the Fonz do his thing with those bitches, then his little walk into town and seeing all the pretty teenage girls, the innocent naïve little girls in short-short-really-short dresses prancing about happy-go-lucky, showing their underwear and being oh so damn cute.
	August took his pleasures to the hapless well fucked hardware assistant, pegging her deeply he felt the stirrings of a genuine orgasm.  Well, at least he could still cum and enjoy it!
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	Love in a hot afternoon
	August was bemused at how he was always coming up short, er, how he was always finding people he was set to spy on already “in progress” when he arrived.  It didn’t bother him too much, but he would likened to know how the interlude began from the onset.
	But, be that as it may, he found Joanie Cunningham on TOP of the Fonzi, a few days after August’s little side trip into town.  Both were butt bare assed naked and Joanie was doing some serious humping.  (As was the Fonz.)
	August watched with passion, listening intently as neither lover made any verbal sounds--only the flapping of Fonzi’s balls and his cock slamming into her cunny.  The Italian Stallion gripped the young girl’s ass and clenched tightly as the final throws of orgasmic splendor came to be.  His cock jammed deep into the girl, straining and doing quick little humps.  Cum juices from the both of them oozed forth from her opening, Joanie collapsed onto Fonzi, Fonzi rubbed her back and caressed her ass, his cock still up in her.
	They lay arms and legs akimbo before moving to the bathroom for a shower.  August peeked here, too--noting that the Fonz once was stiff, Joanie having it well lubed (with soap) stroked him into a frenzy--a fuck me frenzy.  She then, on her own, turned about and presented her darling little ass.  Fonzi took the offering, slapping his meat against her darling little ass, then gliding it up and down the crack before poking away at the backdoor.

	Back across the street Doug and his family were hard at it, August was pleased--his mind-tripping into the family had worked, he had wondered about it.  He still did, to the point of how long would it remain, would what he had done to their minds hold, forever?
	In the parental unit bedroom Nancy--the mother--lay nakedly on her big king sized bed.  She was beauty, the Ms. Beaver persona.  Son Doug munched happily at her snatch, stroking himself and devouring his mother’s twat until she began to seriously twist and gyrate about and commence having an orgasm via oral application.
	On her face was her precious twelve year old daughter Jessica, a clean bald poon had she, and it had been breached.  The mother tongued it, clenching onto her titties ass and driving her tongue DEEP into the girl’s sensitive poon.  August was pleased.
	Sucking on Nancy’s motherly titties was the youngest, Aimee.  August fondled this child’s ass, he had to.  He couldn’t determine right off if her asshole was still virginal, nor her poon.  He rested his own bone against her and there was at least some sensation, but he felt at odds, he didn’t know why but he could a most odd freaky feeling.
	He didn’t like it, like Questions with no Answers, he was bugged.

	Sitting back watching the action on the bed, August fondled himself and tried to get a gripe on what was happening.  He felt at odds with himself, more than that he couldn’t finger.  Doug did, though, finger his little sister--this while he himself was buried to the hilt in his mother’s cunt.  Sister Jessica lay off on one side, caressing her brother’s ass as he fucked.  Doug fondled Aimee’s ass and finger fucked her asshole and pussy.
	Though August was well enough intrigued by this action and certainly would participate in one manner or another, that creepy feeling swelling within him pestered him.  Was he evolving again, was it time to go?
	August got paranoid, then miffed.
	Doug humped his mother in earnest then came.  He made lots of noises, the girls laid off on either side of their mother, curling up in a so-so fetal position.  Doug completed his task, the smell of sex sweat was heavy in the room--August could smell it!
	He wondered if that was a plus, before he had been unable to smell much of anything.  Was he possibly de-evolving?  That could be good--and bad.  He didn’t know.  He knew that he had a strange tingling feeling surging throughout his body, he “floated” rather than walked, he was no longer hungry or thirsty, but he could still fuck!
	That was a plus, he could still fuck and feel the enjoyment of doing such.  But then, naturally, he had to wonder--was he really?  Or was his mind (if he still had one) merely conjuring up the sensations to be played through?  
	Damn!
	Shit!
	Fuck!
	Piss!
	Angered now he arose from the bedroom chair and “floated” to the bed, he assessed the situation as a calm one.  August was not in a calm mood:
	“Sit your ass up!” August demanded, speaking to Doug.  Doug complied, swathed in sweat, eyes still rolling in the delicious fuck he had done unto his mother.  His bone popped out of her sopping wet cum drenched cunt, cum strands still leaking from its piss slit--his and hers.
	“You,” he said Mind-linking to Jessica, “suck your brother’s cock.”  then adding, “Suck it clean, balls and all!”
	Timidly and unsurely the girl did comply, moving slowly, eyeing her brother’s pulsing bone that was still hard and still spurting juices.  But the pretty pre-teen gripped her brother’s saucey schlong and began power sucking on the head.  Doug rolled his eyes, toes curled, ass cheeks clenching tighter.
	“You,” August Mind-linked to the little one, Aimee, “clean your mother’s cunt.”
	The little girl flared her nostrils, the word “cunt” was not in her vocabulary.  August angrily wrestled the girl into place having her lick her mother’s pussy from the side.
	August found himself with a very hard bone himself, he could genuinely “feel” the little girl he had wrestled.  His cock he slapped against her ass, Nancy moaned as she was licked, head lolling about not overly knowing or realizing that her youngest was tantalizing her.
	Aimee was not into licking clean her mother’s quim, August commanded her strongly and spanked her precious little ass.  He then gouged out her asshole and probed it, followed by a nice poking and prodding and then penetration.
	The girl’s asshole was virginal.  Was.
	Doug hadn’t got her, yet.  Nor had he followed thru with pegging Jessica’s backdoor.  To neither girl he had fucked, just licked and sucked, spanked, peed on.  Nothing more.  Doug had centered his sexual lustful attention on his mother solely.
	August was cool with that.
	After cumming off into Aimee’s young poop chute, though, August had Doug lick his sister’s crapper clean.
	He wasn’t done, though; August then had the horndog horny Doug eat his sisters’ pussies, laying each girl out on their mother and devouring their young twats, thereafter he introduced said twat to his cock.  Up and down the slit he rubbed his bone, poking at the entrance and then up and down the taint and prodding the poop chute.  Nancy held her daughters’ back during this time, Doug finally getting the “go ahead” and entered his sisters.

	August felt better.  He pushed aside those thoughts that plagued him, if he were to suddenly “evolve” (or de-evolve) into something else, or simply move on to a new time period, well, fuck--so be it.  But he wasn’t going to let it worry him or get him down--that’d spoil his fun!
	Back at the Cunningham residence--well, things were happening there, too.  Again he walked in the middle--but it was a good middle.  It was shocking to say the least--even more shocking than finding Joanie on top of the Fonz, even moreso than finding devoted husband and father getting it on with his secretive assistant.  Ritchie, Potsie, and Ralph were the central characters, Potsie and Ralph were Ritchie Cunningham’s best friends.  
	On August’s spy-arrival they were the epitome of a being a best friend.
	All three were nude in Ritchie’s room, Ritchie lay on his back, legs open, sucking tenaciously on Potsie’s cock while Ralph straddled Ritchie’s lap and took “it” up the ass.  August was amazed.  Blow away was he that these three should be this way.  He wouldn’t have thought it, they were clean cut good ole American boys.  (but then, Howard Cunningham was supposedly a clean cut pillar of the community and there he was in his hardware store humping the bejeesus out of his YOUNG assistant!
	Ritchie pulled away from cock slurping best friend Potsie to concentrate on creaming up best friend Ralph’s asshole.  But no matter, Potsie was at that critical moment and cum spurted from his cock and splashed onto/into Ritchie’s mouth.  Ritchie didn’t seem to care or mind, Potsie began furiously humping his cock, pressing it against Ritchie’s face to complete the deed orgasmically.
	Ralph the Mouth humped madly on Ritchie’s cock, his own bone squirting juices as his backdoor was filled.  
	“Potsie,” August Minded, “go down and “service” Ralph.”
	Potsie didn’t hesitate so August didn’t know if the boy moved on his own or what.  But the semi-handsome hunk went down and wrapped his lips about Ralph’s cock and sucked him.  Ritchie smacked/spanked Potsie’s ass, fondled his cock and balls and came in quarts up Ralph’s corn chute.
	Ralph emptied his cock into Potsie’s mouth, Ritchie couldn’t do anything but lay in a sweat on his bed, his cock languishing up against Ralph’s freckled fleshy ass, still cumming--both Ralph’s asshole and Ritchie’s cock.
	There was a comment made (and overheard) from Ralph, “Damn, I wish we could score like that with our girlfriends!”
	“Yeah, but first we gotta GET some girlfriends.” popped Ritchie.
	“Good point.”
	“Too bad none of us has sisters.” off-handedly mouthed Potsie.
	Both Ritchie and Ralph looked to him.  Potsie looked at them, then realized what he had said, “Oh, uh, I-I didn’t mean it that--not, I, you see I was just--”
	“Knock it off, Pots, I know, I know.” angrily bitched Ritchie.
	The boys settled down, fondling their pricks and “cooling” out.  At length, though, one by one, they tottled off to the bathroom, a group thing in the shower.  August took a break, the boys were too old for him, his preference was for younger lads.
	Suddenly his Narly Senses kicked in, alerting him to something that was up.  He sat still and waited, he had heard the boys in the shower whopping it up, he wasn’t in the mood to spy on them further, he assumed what they were doing.
	There was something up in the closet.  
	He waited, waited, and waited some more.  Then, after hearing the boys leaving the bathroom and making their way downstairs, the closet door opened fully and out stepped…
	Joanie.
	Hmmmm
	August wasn’t the only one who could spy!

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	Ritchie and Joanie.  As stated before they had been carrying on (sexually) for some time.  And just two days after witnessing the boys pleasing one another August was privy to observe Ritchie pleasing his sister, licking out her young tender twat.  Both were nude in Joanie’s room, the girl sprawled out on her bed, hugging her stuffed toy teddy bear while her teenage brother noshed away on her virtually hairless pussy.
	Ritchie on his knees on the floor flicked his tongue into Joanie’s cunt, pulling the lips apart and driving his brotherly tongue in, flicking madly about, nipping her sensitive clit and poking at her asshole.
	Joanie was cumming, her body shuddered and she was not herself, her body arched, nipples perked up and she gushed her young pre-teen juices onto Ritchie’s face.
	Ritchie didn’t mind the pussy wash, he reeled in it.  He lapped more and more bringing his sister to cum even more.  She was soon ready for him, or Ritchie was ready for her.  His cock already leaked cum, it pulsed and his tongue had had its fill.
	Joanie arched her back more, twisting carry on as Ritchie’s mighty teenage schlong penetrated her pussy.  August determined from the onset that the girl was not virginal.  Ritchie had tagged her a few times before.  August settled himself behind the two, behind Ritchie’s humping ass.  He watched in sexual awe as Ritchie’s purple cock ploughed nicely into Joanie’s cunt.  
	To Ritchie’s already glistening sweaty ass August caressed, clutching at the teen’s balls.  He wasn’t sexually attracted to Ritchie, not 100%, but still…
	Ritchie fucked his sister madly, humping hard to get his pleasing orgasm.  Joanie humped back, clawed at his bare back, her head into his shoulder as she shuddered repeatedly.  August found himself on the bed, poking his own cock to Joanie’s asshole.
	At length he was in, sliding up the anal tract and not in rhythm sodomizing the girl, sending her into a wild ride of orgasmic sensual feelings never before experienced.
	This only segued into a few days later when the timing was right--it’s all a matter of timing--when the house was vacant of parental units.  Then Ritchie’s two best friends Potsie Webber and Ralph the Mouth came over.  At first it was to drink some beer, watch a stag film (early porno) and waltz about the house butt bare assed naked--then, to peek into Joanie’s room, seeing the girl butt bare assed naked herself, humping her teddy bear!
	Ralph and Potsie were beside themselves.
	Ritchie was not--August smiled, he had been busy with the family across the street, bringing the Daddy there in on the deal--to be pleased by his two girls, so he missed whatever had transpired between Ritchie and his sexually active sister.
	
	With his Narly Senses driving him August left the humping siblings and went outside.  It was late, the parental units had gone out for the evening, no one was home across the street at Doug’s house, either.  The Narly Senses directed August up the stairs to the above-garage-apartment, Fonzie’s abode.
	August was in for a mild surprise, he found Ms. C here, she was supposed to be with Mr. C, but apparently there had been a change in plans.  She was in Fonzie’s bed, butt bare assed naked with equally butt bare assed naked Arthur Fonzerella on top of her!  (naturally)
	Marion’s legs were everywhere, she wasn’t a bad dish, red headed, tall, a simple woman of the 50s, but fuckable just the same.  The Fonz sucked on her 36 C titties, drove his cock nicely into her pussy and fucked her into oblivion.
	August watched, didn’t get involved.  He contemplated, fucking Marion.  But that was before the Transporter showed up.

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	Down on the empty drive there was that warbling displacement happening.  August saw the several shades of green to the center where it was the brightest.  Again, it wasn’t a large warble, five feet in circumference and being some three feet up from the cement drive.
	August sat on the top step of the stairs and mulled.
	He came to realize that stepping thru might change him.  It was a safe bet, in each time period he had gone to he had transgressed into something new.  He was only years away from the time of his actual birth, was that significant?  Would stepping thru the Transporter bring him to when he was actually born?  Would he cease to exist as he knew himself from that point on?
	OR, would he simply become something else, surpassing his birth year and becoming something less tangible than human?
	More goddamn questions.
	Peeking into Fonzi’s apartment he saw Marion and the Fonz enjoying a 69er, Marion on top sucking tenaciously away on her teen lover’s cock.
	The warble was still present, growing though, possibly impatient.
	August leaned back, hands behind his head, he wasn’t in the mood to “transport”.  He waited, it got darker, there was a brief breeze stirring about, he was afraid.  What was to become of him, what was he to turn in to?  
	Peeking on the two lovers again, Marion was on the floor on all fours with Fonzie behind her pegging away, smacking her hips.  August sighed, down below the warble made warbling sounds, but seemed to be fading.  Was that a good thing?  What would happen if he did NOT take the ride, would he be forever stuck in 1955?  
	He wanted to be back in 2000, or even 1980, he had bitched once about having to re-live the twenty years over again--well, fuck it, so what?  And when that time came to venture out into the desert beyond Mexican Hat, uh-uh, he wasn’t going.  The Device he could do without, honest.
	Well, maybe.
	Closing his eyes, tempting fate, bitching some, knowing that he could enjoy himself a little more in ’55, he stepped up to the warbling transporter.  He knew what awaited him, the green “in-between” place, but then thereafter, once finding the cave, he was off to his next adventure.  In that that wasn’t so bad, but it was not without its hazards.
	He hesitated momentarily and then stepped thru.
	See ya next chapter!  Don’t worry, folks, there IS an end to this--and it’s coming up, you don’t want to miss it.