August Moone
Timing is Everything
Chapter 29
Proofing

	There was still the issue, too, with the Device.  She didn’t understand; oh she understood what it did, but not exactly how, or why.  But that wasn’t her issue:
	“You could do so much more.” she stated (in reference to the Device.)
	“Perhaps.” August replied shrugging.  It was an old hash of supposes.
	“Cure the World’s hunger, be a super sleuth, the ultimate spy, a super hero.  Something like that?”
	Charlotte recanted her earlier statement, “It just seems that-that with such a device as that--”
	“I know, it could do more, better.”
	Her eyes wandered, there was confusion there innermixed with the fantastic tale he had spun her.  Had he been truthful, embellishing some?
	“It, uh, wasn’t exactly pre-planned--or planned at all.” he further explained.  Gallup was nearing as they continued their romp down the interstate, there were gurgling clouds in the backdrop threatening yet more rain and storms.
	“I-I suppose that it was--(big sigh) was something that just happened.”
	“Just happened?” that was bullshit.
	“Well, probably because of-of my personal--”
	“Perversions?” Charlotte helped him find the right word.
	“Yeah, that.  My likes, my desires, the Device seemed to help along those things along.”
	“You could have said No, or simply stopped.”
	“I could have.”  but didn’t.  Piqued by that first incident (by accident) in his crappy little trailer with the pizza girl, he had been on a whirlwind adventure ever since.
	“And now you’ve brought me along.” Charlotte amended with a little “I’m still pissed at you.”
	“The Device can make it right.”
	“Make me forget?” she almost scoffed.  “Is that a guarantee?”
	“No, not exactly.”
	“Then forget it,” she said placing her feet up on the dash, one hand down the front of her beige slacks.  “I don’t want any chance of remembering what’s happened.”
	She had issues.
	They cruised into lovely Gallup; it was time for a little more earnest demonstration.

	Another big risk came as they pulled into a local national chain eatery joint off the interstate.  Rusty dressed and the three segued into the restaurant for some sit down chow.  While waiting Charlotte upped and left for the bathroom.
	“Trust me?” she quipped.
	August shrugged and said nothing, he DID have the Device with him.  In his mind was emblazoned just hours ago the three of them humping madly in the panel truck, Charlotte on her own sucking and carrying on so with twelve year old Rusty.  The bad girl in her was sneaking out, acknowledging it would be the next trick.
	She returned moments later, a little freshened up.  August waited.  And waited, his curiosity began to gnaw on him--had she written a note on the wall, spoken to someone along the way, left any insightful message that would spell his doom?
	Could he trust her?  If she hadn’t, well then yes.  If she had…

	It soon came time to continue boogying.  Mostly due in part that August had noticed a few of the patrons staring at Charlotte.  It was then he realized that she WAS a public figure, some one COULD recognize her and begin an inquiry--an unwanted one.
	In the parking lot of said restaurant August so noted a young red haired youth, approx. 12-ish, serious flaming red hair, lots of freckles, hair all on its own as it was somewhat of a rat’s nest.  He was clean cut and in typical fashion of a young fart his age.
	August so took note of him because he was eyeing a little girl.  She was approx. two years younger, very short dress, a summer stock, long-long black hair shinning in the noon day sun.  She was cute, damn cute.  The boy hung by a large SUV, rubbing himself nonchalantly and keeping his eye on the girl.
	The girl was with some other girls, girls and boys of various ages.  She laughed, giggled, and was too damn cute for her own good.  (you know the type.)  
	Charlotte brushed against August’s shoulder, “What?” she whispered.
	“Hmmm, well, uhm,” he was at a loss for words.  But Charlotte was sharp, she eyed the boy eyeing the girl.  “What of it?” she asked.
	“Well, you see, there’s a unique manner in which I can help this boy out.”  uh-oh
	Parts of August fantastic story began to resurface.  Rusty came chomping on some gum and nuzzled into Charlotte, she draped her arm about him like a mother.  There was a lost look in Char’s eyes, she had kids of her own, biologically speaking.  A husband and everything.  
	She shook her head to clear those thoughts and whispered, “How?”
	“Interested?”
	Charlotte nodded, “Sure, why not?”

	“Hi.” August said walking up to the lone boy.
	“Hi.” smiled back the boy, pushing himself back along the long dark green SUV. 
	“This thing yours?”
	“My folks’.”
	“Where they at?” still inside.” the boy said with a hint of, ‘Wish they’d hurry the fuck up already!’
	“She’s pretty, isn’t she?”
	“Huh?  Oh, uh-uhm, er, uh-uhm--”
	“Don’t worry, it’s cool.”
	The boy convinced.
	“Uhm, I happened to notice you noticing her, I was too.”
	“You were?”
	“Hell yeah, she’s too cute for her own good, know what I mean?”  August leaned against the big SUV, back away out of sight of any restaurateurs prying/suspicious eyes.  The boy only gulped and didn’t know what to make of it--the situation.
	“You know, uhm, I-I have a way that--uhm, well, uhm, you see--” August did his best (for the boy’s sake) to make an introduction of the situation.  “Well, uhm--let me put it this way,” he hunkered down onto his heels, still eyeing the group of girls and boys meandering/lingering about the front of the eatery, “uhm, how would you like to SEE that girl, right here, right up close and personal?”
	The boy shrugged, gulped and blinked his eyes.
	August stuck out his hand, “August.” he said blatantly.
	The boy timidly shook August’s hand, “Danny.” he said.
	“Danny” checked the object August brought into play, he was even told what it did, “A Mind Zapper.”  or a “Mind Catcher.” in essence, “the ability to capture a Subject’s brain waves and manipulate them.”
	“COOL!” almost shouted young Danny.  Charlotte and Rusty had gotten into the panel truck of August’s, sitting in the driver’s seat so as they could see the shenanigans taking place.  Rusty sat on Char’s lap, Charlotte resting her hand on the boy’s lap, lightly/methodically fondling him.
	Before Danny’s shocked eyes the Subject of shared desire came waltzing up, taking a meandering trek around to the bushes that bordered the parking lot, then down to the front of the big green SUV.
	“Ta-da!” quipped August.  “But wait, there’s more!”
	She was mindless, only answering to the whim and the will of the Device.  And she was way pretty.  Straight-laced, prim, proper, long silky dark hair, raven black eyes, soft supple skin.  A lime green checkered summer dress that only went to mid-thigh.
	Danny had a boner.  Big time.
	“Uh, we can’t do anything here,” August said casually, “we won’t to have privacy.”
	“My mom & dad are yapping with some other folks inside.” mentioned Danny for no particular reason.
	There was hesitation, though, on Danny’s part, moving from the sanctity and protection of the family car suddenly threw up red flags, though he knew August’s name, he was still a stranger.
	Danny was still enticed, though, by the girl.  He and August waved their hand before her face, August brought the flat of his palm right to her face so as though Danny thought he was going to smack her dead on.  But he stopped micro inches from her dainty little nose.
	She didn’t blink and rear her head back.
	Beyond the bushes was a dirt berm that led up to the connecting front street.  Traffic was thick.  But taking a quick further enticing risk, August continued his shenanigans:
	“Pull up your dress.” he said aloud, though he needn’t to, he punched in the appropriate commands and pressed SEND on the Device.
	And lo and behold to Danny’s dazzling blue eyes than did the girl do exactly as told, she gripped the hem of her checkered summer/sun dress and pull it up--enough so as her lime green knit panties were revealed.
	Danny almost passed out, his cock nearly exploding within his rust colored jeans.  “Holy shit!” he muttered aloud in exclamation.
	Blocking the view of the girl from the traveling public eye August had the girl hold onto her dress with one hand and tug her panties down a bit with the other.
	She did.  Danny could hardly breath at this point.
	“It gets better, Danny, wanna see?”
	Danny nodded, licked his lips and kept his eye on the revealing girl.

	Just a short drive later--somewhere in east Gallup south of the local golf course, August pulled into a nice shady semi-remote area with RVers and the like and parked it.  Danny was oblivious to the “new site”, he had been too enamored with “Wendy” to care; but he had been lightly “touched” just the same.
	August had taken it easy, guiding the hard up horndog Danny into the panel, then Wendy.  She was actually twelve years young herself, but looked younger.  That was a plus.
	After the kiddies were secured, and a shake of the head of disbelief from Charlotte, August waited, watching to see who would come out of the restaurant.  No one did.  The gaggle of kids Wendy had been with had begun to wonder where she had gotten off to, but no one had started panicking, not yet.
	August pulled in behind a large RV that was pulling out and followed it.  Followed it clear to the new site.  It was a cool day, despite the lack of clouds and blazing sun.  A separate a/c unit was kicked on to keep the rear area of the ’51 panel cool.  Then, the narly business was at hand.

	“Alright,” August said merging back into the back, “raise your dress up, way up, up to your chest.”  Danny sat on his knees with his eyes glued to the girl, eyes drooling over her youngness, her muffin boldly displayed before him.  Methodically again he began rubbing the heel of his hand to his growing burgeoning boner.  Sex Ed was in session.
	Rusty sat on Charlotte’s lap as they occupied one of the swivel captain’s chairs.  Char again fondling Rusty and at length as the proceedings with Wendy and Danny continued, Rusty’s cock was freed from its confines, his jeans lowered and Charlotte masturbating him.
	Danny was oblivious to this, too.  His attention was solely to Wendy.
	While one hand held the lime green checkered dress up high on her torso, the other hand slipped down her matching green undies, just to mid thigh, thusly fully exposing her virtually hairless muff.
	Danny let out a satisfying groan and rubbed himself harder.
	“No sisters at home?” August asked casually.
	“Two, Tracey and Lori.”
	“Big, little?”
	“Tracey’s seven, Lori’s sixteen.”
	 “Mmmmmm, you get to see them naked?”
	“Naw, not much, just Tracey sometimes, she’s a bit of a streaker.”
	“And what about the other sister, Lori?”
	Danny held back.
	“Uhm, you get to see them in their panties, yes?”
	“Yeah, both of them, mostly Tracey, though.”
	“You, uh, ever “NASTY” with Tracey?” and the boy knew what August meant.
	He held back the info, August tugged Wendy’s panties down to her ankles and removed the girl’s dress.  Danny groaned and checked the girl out, up close and very personal.  She was turned about and “bent over”, August spreading her cheeks and showing Danny her pooter hole and pussy.
	“Oh my God!” Danny muttered, he could hardly stand it.
	“You get naughty and nasty with your sister Tracey?”
	“Yes!” he answered breathing hard, eyes fixed to Wendy’s naked ass.
	“What do you do to her, with her?”
	Danny couldn’t answer.
	“Your big sister, she ever catch you at it, being naughty with Tracey?”
	“Yeah, she did.”
	“And?  What did she do?  Tell on you?”
	“No, she threatened to, but didn’t.”
	“You want to bang your big sister, eh?”
	Danny didn’t answer that, either, but it was in his noggin that it was so.
	“Why don’t you take your shirt off.” August cooed.  Charlotte was mystified how the situation was developing.  She knew that Wendy should be freaking out, screaming, something.  But she wasn’t, she was in total calm, unaware of all around her.
	August had explained (in light detail) that the Device allowed for a Subject to either Be Aware or Not.  For now, Wendy was in the Not category.
	Danny stripped off his shirt, his lily white body was dotted with freckles.  “Shoes and socks, jeans, and underwear.” August added.  Danny followed thru, eyes never leaving Wendy’s naked ass.
	Once naked, Charlotte took a moment to gawk at the boy, to drink him in and devour him.  His young prong was stout, shorter than most boys his age, but had a nice “helmet” regardless.  Rusty had cum, cum off onto Charlotte’s talented hand.  August watched as she lapped the sticky ooze off of her hand and continued to fondle the boy, he lay back into her body, kicking free his clothes and being relaxed.
	“Go ahead,” August cooed, “touch her.”
	Timidly Danny reached out his hand and placed it onto Wendy’s dainty little ass.  He closed his eyes, savoring the moment.  A finger touched her dirt chute, it was clean and not quite “stained” yet.  
	“Kiss it, kiss the cheeks and then the hole.” August typed in the command, but needn’t to SEND the command, Danny did so anyways.  He licked the girl’s corn hole, pulling the cheeks open and taking a strong gander at her nakedness.
	August leaned in to Danny and whispered, “What did you do to your little sister?”
	Danny still held back, but was willing to spill.  He fetched the memory of his deed, gulped and spilled the fact that after Tracey had taken her bath and while she was drying--he would sneak in and make her handle his cock, suck it, and then lay over the tub while he poked at her from behind.
	“You ever go “into” her?”
	“Yeah.”
	“Is that when big sister Lori caught you?”
	“Uh-huh.”
	“What did Lori do?”
	“She yelled at me and spanked me.”
	“You liked being spanked, didn’t you?”
	“Not at first.”  not at first.
	August rubbed the boy’s ass, squeezed a cheek and then began jamming a daring finger into the boy’s chute.  Neither Tracey or Lori spilled the beans to the parental units, and Lori let Danny have a gander at her!  
	“What?”
	“Yeah, the next night Lori opened her door as I was going to my room, it was late and mom & dad were already in bed.  Lori let me see her naked!”
	Hmmmmmmmm
	“What else?”
	“That was it, she had her table lamp on and no clothes on.  She told me that she didn’t ever want to catch me doing what I had done to Tracey again, and that if I had the urge that I should come to see her instead.”
	Holy shit!
	“And did you?”
	“Not yet, the family got together with my uncle and his family and we’re on this stupid roadtrip to Carlsbad.”  coitus interruptus!

	Wendy was lain down, panties removed from her ankles, legs spread wide.  Danny went down for a close up inspection, prompted by August.  He opened the girl’s pre-teen “lips”, found her “clit” and was instructed on the fine art of “cunnilingus.”  Danny was a bit concerned about it, licking a girl’s cunt--”Don’t she PEE from there?” he queried.
	August didn’t reply but only prompted the boy to comply.  On his own he did.  He liked it, he DID taste the hint of urine, but dismissed it regardless of the repulsiveness and noshed on Wendy while August himself stripped nude.
	With Danny on his knees the way he was, face down noshing on Wendy’s sweet snatch, Charlotte came out off of the chair and began rubbing his ass.  Rusty chilled in the chair, legs draped over the arms masturbating himself.  Charlotte fondled Danny’s balls thru his legs and then began licking HIS hole!
	August pulled Wendy’s legs back, locking them in place behind his arms with he himself positioned at her head, her lovely angelic face right between his sex, his balls on her forehead, his cock languishing about her pretty-pretty face.  
	With her legs pulled back there was a new angle, her pooter hole was now very open for inspection, Danny went to it and licked it as Charlotte licked continuously Danny’s poop chute.
	August got a sudden flash from Charlotte, a memory she tried in vain to keep buried.  It was quick but he saw her butt bare assed naked, in a bedroom of sorts, there were some other peoples there--equally naked.  August strove to glean as much info from the “flash” as possible.
	He smiled when he saw Charlotte with a “strap-on” sodomizing a boy no more than Danny’s age.  Another woman had a strap-on and it was jammed into the boy’s mouth.
	August stared at Charlotte until she came up for air, their eyes met.  She looked down and away, then scooted back to rest her head between Rusty’s open lap.
	“Get on her.” August told Danny.  Danny’s tongue was well worn out and ready for a change in pace.  He sat back up and looked down to the girl’s virginity.  He didn’t understand the difference of “non-virgin” and not.  A pussy was a pussy.	
	“Uhm, why don’t you glide your cock against her.” August suggested.
	Danny took the suggestion, taking his pulsating cock and pressing the head against the delicate folds of Wendy’s cunt, then gliding the organ up and down for near a minute.  Pre-cum soiled and glistened on the bulbous tip and finally the suggestion was made that he should just go ahead and “put it in her.”
	Danny crawled up and guided his cock into Wendy’s poon, Charlotte returned to fondling the boy’s ass, spanking him some and returning to licking his hole, pulling his balls through his legs to suck on them.  She began working her beige slacks down and Rusty got the nod from August, “Help her out.”
	Rusty quickly got Charlotte undressed and she reached for his own pulsing schlong, guided it to her backdoor and they went to town!
	
	Young Mr. Danny was enthralled.  His first cunt fuck.  It was more than he expected.  With his little sister Tracey he had buggered her, penetrating up her poop chute, but nothing more.  A few good pumps was all he ever managed before being “busted.”
	Scrogging on Wendy was a blast, he was most invigorated and wanted more.  Sooooooo, he got more.  After a brief rest (and clean up) Charlotte guided him into HER snatch.  August took his turn with Wendy, Rusty waited, rubbed Wendy’s ass and soon began poking her backdoor as August and the hapless girl lay side by side.
	Danny seemed just as enamored with sinking his bone into the woman (Charlotte) than he did/had with Wendy.
	“Uh, say, Danny,” August pried, “you want to fuck you sisters, both of them, right?”
	“Right.”
	“And you wouldn’t mind a hump with your mother, either, would you?”
	Danny began speeding up, grinding and pumping more and more, sweat dripping off of him as he laid into the woman beneath him.  Char’s legs flung open, her hands on the boy’s lily white ass, they fucked up a storm like none other before.
	‘nuff said.
	Danny was not the last to encounter August Moone.  It was only the beginning, a new beginning.  An adventure like he had never known before.  No, strike that--he HAD known adventure--and hoped not to repeat it.  He knew not where the Device Item 0110 would lead him, or take him.  But he wouldn’t go alone.
	There were lingering issues, there always would be.  But he would embrace them, not run away from them.  Leastways that’s what he decreed.  He didn’t know, not for sure.  The Device was in control, not he.  Life’s an advenuture--or some clap-trap like that.  
	There had been enough adventure in his life, was there room for more?
	We’ll see--in Book II:  August Moone   Roadtrips & Sidetrips