{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\fnil\fcharset0 Times New Roman;}{\f1\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} \viewkind4\uc1\pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\qc\kerning28\f0\fs36 August Moone\par Book 2\par Roadtrips & Sidetrips\par Chapter 15\par The Ying and Yang of It\par \pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\fs28\par \par \tab You would think that with the full load plus that August had on board taking on any more would he not think about twice. And you would be wrong. The narly shenanigans he (and Gunther) had been a part of, acquiring and captivating (?) those they had (or had had) definitely had the Nation on their guard and up in arms. Staying put in one place seemed the logical thing to do, for a while anyways.\par \tab Gunther, too, needed time to fill up the trailer he toted, it was brand new and he had yet to supply it with the necessary things it required to be functional. The quiet serene life of RV living was okay, but like Gunther, ultimate tranquility of a plot of secure land was more appropro.\par \tab But that was a time to come at a later date.\par \tab When not dinking with their rides or RVs, the two men once more stole out to suburbia.\par \par \tab Just a brief visit, to see how those they had previously visited were doing. Home repair guru Jim Gaylor stood masturbating while his son\rquote s girlfriend slipped down her plain white panties. She was already topless and Jim\rquote s cock already cumming. There was no sign of the son. The fourteen year old lovely delight stood up after sliding her undies to her ankles. She stepped out of them then cocked her pretty blond head, eyeing Mr. G\rquote s, schlong. She came up to him, pressing her wondrously nude body to him, caressing his balls, rubbing his ass, kissing his slightly hairy chest.\par \tab Jim caressed the girl\rquote s backside, he being taller than she he was unable to get a caress of what he wanted. The girl began hand humping his cock, she then leaned down and kissed the cock, Jim ogling the girl\rquote s nude backside, admiring her perfectly shaped ass.\par \tab Jennifer latched onto Jim\rquote s manly cock and began engulfing the member like a snake swallowing its prey. Jim rocked on the balls of his feet, guiding his swollen schlong into her mouth, caressing her shoulders with his eyes fluttering uncontrollably.\par \tab The sensation of orgasm came, he shot once, twice, three times. Spunk filled the girl\rquote s mouth, she swallowed most of it. The rest splashed against the inside of her mouth and then onto her very pretty face. Jim rested against the wall, stemming back the urge to pee.\par \tab Jennifer sucked him clean, nuzzled his manly fuzzies, then grinned a devilish grin. She turned and walked the few feet to the bed. Jim admired her ass, it was a nice ass. He had admired it when it was clad-concealed in her tight fitting jeans. He dreamed-fantasized about screwing that ass, jerking off late at night when his son was asleep. He had envied his son, Randy, being able to hold that girl, kiss her, be near her.\par \tab Jennifer lay out on the bed, opened her legs and began to frig herself.\par \tab Jim slowly pulled away from the bed and scurried over, his legs were rubbery and near lifeless. A lovely poon Jennifer had. Lovely. Simply fucking lovely--to fuck. But before fucking, how\rquote s about eating? His dealings of cunnilingus were not great, not since he himself had been a teenager, and then only AFTER the fucking. All that was important to a teenager was to \ldblquote get it in.\rdblquote to fuck the cunt with the cock, not the fingers or the tongue, the cock. THEN, after the cock was satisfied, and the cum had been cleansed from the funky cock pleasing cock, the tongue could have a go.\par \tab Jim nuzzled the teen\rquote s snatch, admiring it in the dim light of the room, it was evening type time, where the son Randy was was still not known. Neither Jim or Jennifer seemed to be missing him\'85\par \tab Jennifer thrashed about on the bed, gripping the covers and arching her back, her young breasts jiggling about enticingly. Jim licked out the girl\rquote s cunny making her squirm and dance about horizontally. Suddenly she got vocal, calling out \ldblquote GOD!\rdblquote then babbling in \ldblquote tongues.\rdblquote her young nude body tightened and Jim drove his tongue deeper into the inflamed mons, nipping her clit and jamming his finger up her corn hole.\par \tab Jennifer began to buck and then subside as she submitted to orgasm.\par \tab\ldblquote Son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote she moaned. One hand she tweaked pinched her left nipple, her right hand she furiously frigged her cunny, licking the juices off of her fingers thereafter.\par \tab Jim\rquote s talented tongue lolled about the swollen lips, lapping up the flowing juices. He sat back, fondled his aching cock and then crawled up onto the bed. Jennifer smiled, gripped the covers; her pretty blue eyes bulged as several inches of cunt pleasing tube steak slithered into her pussy.\page\tab Back on Lemontree Street. August just had to check in on the lads who had drugged their mother, Anne. Anne wasn\rquote t home. The boys were. And they were back to their old shenanigans. This time around it was with their three visiting cousins. And the same shtick as they had done unto their mother--but the mother (Anne) was wise to their plan and foiled them. The cousins didn\rquote t have this luxury and were well enough duped--er, drugged.\par \tab The cousins were Jessica, Jennele, Jolene.\par \tab Jessica was the only blond of her sisters. Super curly and hanging to her shoulders. At fourteen the girl had nothing much going on upstairs, she was a proud member of the Itty-Bitty-Titty-Committee, A-cup kind of girl. There was something there to \ldblquote latch\rdblquote onto, to suckle, but not to paw or even hump. She had good hips and a great ass, wore tight jeans or slouched jeans. \par \tab Carefully Brad lifted his cousin\rquote s arm, letting it drop. The girl lay sprawled out on the sunken living room sofa, totally crashed out. It was near 8 PM, it was nearly damn dark outside, kind of a warm evening. Most of the lights in the house of debauchery were out. Just the adjoining kitchen lights were on.\par \tab No sign of \ldblquote life\rdblquote from Jessica. Brad tempted fate while Mark stood behind the couch petrified with fear that Jessica would awaken at the wrong time.\par \tab But she didn\rquote t. Brad squeezed her breasts (or what there was of them) and then gripped her crotch and gave that a good squeeze.\par \tab Nothing.\par \tab With extreme stealth Brad unzipped and unleashed his schlong. Mark\rquote s eyes widened, he seriously feared bad timing. Brad took Jessica\rquote s hand and had her grip his dick. His dick was throbbing, tensing up with anticipation. Her eyes didn\rquote t even flutter, she was drugged good.\par \tab Brad leaned in, his pants to his knees. He took Jessica\rquote s hand and had her caress his ass. HIS eyes fluttered. \ldblquote Oh man!\rdblquote he mumbled. He looked to his unassured brother, said nothing then inched his prick to Jessica\rquote s mouth.\par \tab Mark leaned over the country style couch and watched as his brother pumped off into Jessica\rquote s mouth. The girl made no indications of any sort to indicate that she was aware of spunk filling her mouth. He laid his cum spewing schlong against the lily white softness of her skin and humped her face, still spewing cum.\par \tab With no visible reaction Brad deemed that he could continue. Jessica wore a loose fitting short-short sleeved green knit top. Brad had a bit of trouble getting it off, but he managed. Her dainty bra came off nextly and despite the fact that she had itty bitties he sucked on them.\par \tab Jessica slept on soundly.\par \tab Mark rubbed himself and by the time his brother was undoing Jessica\rquote s jeans he was with his cock out and masturbating against the back of the sofa. Jessica\rquote s jeans were pulled down to her ankles and then removed totally. Pink undies. Knit undies with a cottony crotch. Mark looked and already began shooting a bit of cum wad. August and Gunther were hard at this point. Brad fingered the girl\rquote s poon as well as his own schlong. \par \tab When his young pud was restiffened he worked the girl\rquote s undies down, raised her legs and flipped them off. He kept the teen\rquote s legs up, looking down to her pussy and asshole.\par \tab\ldblquote Damn!\rdblquote murmured Mark as he leaned over the sofa. His jeans and underwear he had let fall to his knees, his pre-teen twelve year old cock was as stiff as it was going to get, dripping bits of cum as he danced impatiently on his feet.\par \tab Brad put the girl\rquote s legs down and opened them up. He fingered her pussy. There was reaction, instinct. Her eyes fluttered but she was still under. August brought up his HUD, just incase. If the girl SHOULD awaken during the time her cousin Brad was poking her, he wanted to be quick like a bunny zapping her BACK into an unconscious state of being.\par \tab Brad didn\rquote t apparently notice the fact that the girl was a virgin. He mounted her and pushed his cock into her. \ldblquote Fucking-A she\rquote s tight!\rdblquote there was a reason for that. Jessica winced and made a more determined state of awareness. Brad was too much into the groove of humping to worry about it. Jessica merely went thru the motions of having her cherry busted and succumbing to a mild state of sexual bliss.\par \tab Brad wasn\rquote t aware of a \ldblquote problem\rdblquote until he had cum and pulled out.\par \tab The \ldblquote blood\rdblquote freaked him out.\par \tab Mark, too.\par \tab Mark the most.\par \tab\ldblquote Holy shit!\rdblquote he shouted.\par \tab Brad wasn\rquote t so freaked about the blood on Jessica\rquote s cunt as he was about the blood on his cock and balls. He quickly grabbed up her panties and wiped his dick off and realized that possibly he had fucked Jessica when she was on her \ldblquote period.\rdblquote having a mother and being of an opened mind he was more acutely aware of girls/women having monthly bloody experiences.\par \tab He didn\rquote t know what it was all about but he knew that something like this took place. It was gross for sure.\page\tab What Brad panicked about was the blood on the sofa cushions. Unceremoniously he pushed the unconscious Jessica onto the floor and stared at the cushions, Jessica had lain right on the crease separation of two cushions, thusly soiling the edges of them both, their sides, and down to the bottom seat. \par \tab In a panic the boys flew about the house, Mark pulling up his clothes and freaking out. Brad scurried thru the kitchen cabinets hunting down various cleaners.\par \tab Unfortunately his mom didn\rquote t have much in the way of sopping up and making disappear cunny blood stains. He did the best he could then simply turned the cushion over. Nothing more was done for several seconds, almost a minute. Brad lightly fondled himself, trying to get back in the mood.\par \tab August intervened--helping the cause.\par \tab Doggie-style. Brad lifted Jessica at the hips and began fingering her equally virgin pooter hole. He spit on the hole and then plugged it--with his cock. His balls began to slap in rhythm to his humping, he smacked the teen\rquote s ass and fucked her backdoor until he creamed.\par \tab There was a little more to the discoloration to his bone than he cared for, a bit of blood here, too. August again intervened, \ldblquote Calm down, it\rquote s normal. She was a virgin, pussy, mouth, asshole. You\rquote ve broken her in. Clean her up, clean yourself, then get your brother fucking her.\rdblquote\par \tab Brad accepted the \ldblquote suggestion\rdblquote and completed the tasks assigned to him, Mark was not too on about fucking Jessica, he thought she would bleed some more or something indicating that he was still freaked.\par \tab August let him be, allowing big brother Brad to coerce him.\par \tab Mark was a no-go. His fright had frightened him and he was no longer horny (or hard.)\par \tab Brad went on to cousin number two.\par \tab Up in the upper area, the den where he had nailed his mother the day before lay the other two cousins, crashed out drugged on the same sofa. Jennele and Jolene. Jennele was cute, too cute for her own good. She was na\'efve, too. Her hair of dark brown was in an ultra feathered fashion, resembling the trends of the late 70s and early 80s. She was flat chested like her sister Jessica. (but then again she was merely seven years young, too.) \par \tab Mark had concerns about Brad\rquote s doings involving the young cousin. She was too young. He voiced his concerns but was ignored. Brad slowly undressed the seven year old, she wore a green jumpsuit and it was easy. No undershirt, but purple panties. He rendered her nude in no time. A perfect poon. It too was virginal.\par \tab Brad licked her, raising her legs and tonguing her corn hole and all the way up the slit of her entrance. His aching freshly cleaned cock he lay upon the child\rquote s cunny and began humping without penetrating. It was good enough, he humped until he came. \par \tab Mark now had a strong boner going. He came up to ogle his young cousin, lick his lips and have heavy desire to hump her likewise. Brad lay off to one side masturbating, \ldblquote Go ahead, bro.\rdblquote said the youth. Mark hesitated, then went down and licked Jennele\rquote s snatch, too.\par \par \tab A goodly amount of cum soiled the child\rquote s poon, Mark was all kinds of making noise and spewing sperm. It was such a relief as he had never experienced before. He diddled his fingers in the cum and on a power suggestion from August, placed the soiled fingers into the child\rquote s mouth.\par \tab Brad was all smiles, his brother was a pervert after all.\par \tab Nearby was Jolene. She was four. She was dark haired, very pretty, a shortie strawberry cheesecake dress, pigtails. Brad raised her legs and removed her panties. While Mark held the legs back Brad licked her cunny then like he had done unto Jennele he began humping until soiling her.\par \tab Both boys had humped their fill and seemed none too worried about their mother or aunt returning and catching them. (that was because both women were in the City and weren\rquote t due back until the morrow.)\par \tab The boys rested.\par \tab And then\'85\par \tab There was a peck at the door, the side yard patio door.\tab\par \tab The boys freaked (again).\par \tab The patio door was a full insulated glass door. It was unconcealed, the drapes were drawn but only partially. It was dark outside and no lights from the adjoining neighbor. \par \tab Brad quickly dragged the drugged unconscious Jessica up to the den area, Mark grabbed her clothes as well as Brad\rquote s. Brad flew into his jeans and then went to see who was pecking.\par \tab Mr. Tildon. The next door neighbor. The nosey I DO happen to know everything Mr. Tildon. He was okay, a widower, highly educated, and weird. He knew too much about stuff no one else knew about (or cared.) He was eccentric, something of a know-it-all but not snooty or snuffy about it. He was friendly and freely gave forth bits of wise anecdotes whenever and wherever needed.\par \tab He smiled down to the half clad Brad. \ldblquote Hello, Bradly.\rdblquote he piped friendly enough.\par \tab\ldblquote Hiya, Mr. T!\rdblquote Brad pipped back, he hated being called Bradly.\par \tab\ldblquote Uh, I\rquote m sorry to bother at this late eve, but I couldn\rquote t help notice as I was star gazing the hemisphere for the elusive Danjur Constellation that you and your brother were having quite a time here.\rdblquote\par \tab Brad froze and gulped. Mark\rquote s eyes widened and stopped breathing.\par \tab\ldblquote I also happened to notice that you have a slight problem should your mother turn the cushions over.\rdblquote Brad was ready to pass out. He was busted big time.\par \tab\ldblquote May I?\rdblquote Mr. Tildon smiled and virtually pushed himself into the house. \ldblquote I know of a way in which you may alleviate the stain you so desperately tried to obliterate.\rdblquote\par \tab Brad was speechless. Mark was motionless. Mr. T moved through, clamping his hands together to the stained sofa cushions. He turned them over and noted the stain on the fabric lining beneath the cushions. He mused and made his annoying, \ldblquote Mmmm-huh, mmmm-huh.\rdblquote and then moved to the kitchen and the refrigerator, then the pantry. Seltzer and Fresca and white wine. Mixed it made a concoction that did indeed obliterate the stain.\par \tab With that completed, Mr. Tildon smacked his hands together and looked over his two still non-speaking neighbors.\par \tab\ldblquote Ah! Never to fret, my lads. I\rquote m with you!\rdblquote\par \tab Oh?\par \tab\ldblquote Uh, say, where did you so cleverly deposit the young damsel of desire?\rdblquote the boys looked to one another, \rquote Huh?\rquote\par \tab\ldblquote Where\rquote d you put the girl?\rdblquote\par \tab Brad shrugged and gulped and still tried to make sense of what was happening. He nodded to the upper den. Mr. T took a quick look, smiled, rubbed himself and made a satisfying look of approval.\par \tab Mr. T, though, was not 100% into girls. His preference lay in laying something else. \par \par \tab Mark grunted but hung on to the sofa, his pud squashed against its front side. His brother\rquote s prick buried to the hilt up his ass, but not like it hadn\rquote t been there before. Though Tildon looked admiringly on the nude Jessica, his interests lay elsewhere. His own pud slammed nicely up into Brad\rquote s backdoor. It was a threeway.\par \tab After shooting up into Brad\rquote s tight sphincter he fondled the young Mark until his flaccid peter was \ldblquote reactivated.\rdblquote He sucked on Mark\rquote s pud while Brad fucked the still drugged out Jessica. Then Mark was buggered by Tildon.\par \tab There were no \ldblquote adventures\rdblquote on the way back to the RV park, Gunther was silent, August wondered how much the boys would have brought on auction, Jessica and her sisters, too!\par \par *****\par \par \tab Now, On the Road Again\'85\par \tab From the City they pulled out and began making their way back towards Colorado. The \ldblquote bonding\rdblquote issue was still in full swing, August\rquote s mind filled to capacity with depravity, depravation, debauchery, diabolical mayhem; the OtherSide, the auction, Gunny Gunther, Anne and her naughty-naughty boys, and his crew. \par \tab He was filled to capacity, overflowing capacity. But midway along their trek back to the Centennial State\'85.\par \tab Gunther\rquote s trailer blew a tire. The trailer went swishing across the lanes and very nearly tipped over. It did a number on the axle and the hitch. Requiring some repair. They had only been on the road a few hours but a needful rest was ok\rquote d.\par \tab It was a nice area and the crew scattered to great outdoors--doing typical normal things kids do with their clothes on. Repairing the damage to the trailer and the trailer hitch/bumper was going to require a bit more than what August and Gunther had in the way of tools. They assessed the situation and left to make for the nearest town to see what could be done about it.\par \tab While they were away Ara and Charlotte (adult) were making love in August\rquote s bed, Alice was in charge of minding the little ones outside. A bright sunny day, nice and warm, birds and ducks, a few pesky insects, the air scented heavily with wildflowers and other delights. The area of the breakdown was just off the road a ways, not a normal pull-out and out into the grass. Mountains were all around at a distance, rolling hills lush with greenery. Flatland. Landscape stretching out for as far as the eye can see--well, as far as the mountains anyways.\par \tab (and the rolling lush hills of greenery.)\par \tab Ara had just brought Charlotte to orgasm, munching the twat. Charlotte pushed herself back against the wall to finish off her hungry seething snatch when she looked (happened to look) out the rear side window and noted a small RV pull off the road, steam rising (billowing) from its engine compartment hood.\page\tab A tall dashing man got out, Charlotte pegged him instantly as a geek, a scientist type geek. He had amazing good looks, a persona of the typical good looking suburban hunk of the late 70s and early 80s. He didn\rquote t look the mechanic type. He raised the hood and stared helplessly into the engine compartment. It was obvious he had no clue. Charlotte at least knew that he had blown a radiator hose.\par \tab A woman in her mid 30s eased out of the passenger side, she seemed concerned. A nice looker, strawberry blond (with dark roots). A friendly sort, also having the persona of a typical modern housewife-mom of the Disco era. She wore a light airy blouse with beige slacks, a nice chest, great ass.\par \tab Hoping out from the side door of the RV were two kids. The boy was a chubby little peckerwood, not overweight but he could use some exercise. Fresh faced, happy-go-lucky, spunky. His sister was a couple of years younger or so, dark brown hair, dazzling young face, typically attired in jeans and a shirt.\par \tab All three hovered around their illustrious leader.\par \par \tab\ldblquote Hi, I\rquote m Ted Dawson, this is my wife, Joanne.\rdblquote his smile was intoxicating, incredibly friendly, outgoing personality. Geekoid. He had a warm handshake and Charlotte had a fleeting image of him naked doinking his wife doggie-style--though she seriously doubted Joanne was the doggie-style kind of girl. (but then again, one could never tell what went on behind closed doors\'85)\par \tab Joanne seemed friendly enough, but she seemed a little \ldblquote odd\rdblquote , too. Charlotte couldn\rquote t figure it and didn\rquote t know what to make of it; until Joanne introduced the children. When Joanne turned her head, Charlotte saw blinking lights tucked in about the hair at the temple area. They were unseen at the direct line-o\rquote -sight, but when turning her head and looking down to the kids, Charlotte saw. \lquote Of all the times for August to be gone!\rquote\par \tab There was another child, too--a skinny frail child Charlotte could only assume was a traveling cousin or something. She had flamming red hair and no resemblance at all to the two adults or the two resembling siblings.\par \tab\ldblquote These are our children, Jamie, Vikki, and Harriet.\rdblquote\par \tab Jamie was approx. eleven years young, his \ldblquote sister\rdblquote about ten or so, and Harriet seemed about eleven. Harriet was all kinds of odd--extremely frail looking, incredibly happy, dazzling blue eyes, ten thousand freckles on her face, a smile that could stretch a mile. \page\tab The three were introduced to Kristy who introduced them to the other children. Integration was in progress. Charlotte took a brief gander at the still billowing engine. A radiator hose had indeed busted, what other problems there were only August and Gunther could tell.\par \tab There was an open invite so as the stranded family could have a rest away from their defunct RV. Charlotte felt the strange stirrings of wanting to see Joanne naked. She wanted to eat the woman\rquote s pussy, spank her, and then see all the BOYS of August and Charlotte\rquote s crew bang her. \par \tab My God! She was becoming like August!\par \tab Not a lot of information was freely given by Ted, he and the family were just on a little vacation. Despite his outward friendliness, Charlotte detected more. She was, after all, a former reporter, she knew when there was dirt still left to be undug. \par \tab Lemonade, apple pie, fudge, lemon bars made a big hit with the newcomers. Joanne was checking out the rather LARGE inordinate amount of children and only Charlotte, Ara, and Alice the only adults. She was told of August and Gunther out to the town down the road aways. But still, five adults and over 2 dozen children of various ages. It didn\rquote t add up.\par \tab No explanation was given, though, and Joanne let it be--as did Charlotte. The kids were flying kites, chasing butterflies, chasing each other. It was bliss. It was tranquil. The Dawson kids seemed okay, Harriet seemed flighty and very much enjoyed being with other children. Jamie, too. Vikki, however, lingered close by her father. She had gone out to scamper with the others, but didn\rquote t seem to \ldblquote scamper\rdblquote all that well.\par \tab Charlotte so noted that she, too, had blinking green diode lights tucked back in her hair at the temples. \rquote August, where the hell are you!?\rquote\par \par \tab Up to no good--naturally.\par \tab The two men had come to a small town and located one of the two local welding supply stores. It was mid day and not a lot going on for a midweek. Gunther knew about welding and what he would need, August was Invisible and made a note of what was needed and rendered the items \ldblquote secured.\rdblquote\page\tab Gunther also made contact with the lone cashier.\par \tab A girl.\par \tab A young girl, late teens, very early 20s. She was cute. Damn cute. And young. Young & cute. Tight black knit slacks, a tight white knit shirt. Rustic brown hair with streaks of darker brown and black. She was incredibly sweet looking, knowledgeable about welding supplies, wore light perfume, and light makeup, a couple of rings on her fingers but nothing serious. Not that it would matter.\par \tab August touched Gunther, letting him know he was behind him.\par \tab He too took note of the young cute girl. The welding store was a shop, too; welding supplies of all kinds everywhere and there was a welding shop behind. Behind the counter there was space enough to work, small hand sized items were here, out of reach of frisky customers. Then a wall with a couple of two-way doors, small windows in them to see who you were going to crash into. Gunther (and August) could see into the warehouse, it was lunch time and not a hell of a lot was going on.)\par \tab\lquote Take your pants down.\rquote\par \tab The girl was writing up an order and suddenly she stood upright. She had a puzzled look etched upon her incredibly pretty face, then in slow mo she undone her slacks and let them fall. \par \tab White bikini panties, with flowers.\par \tab Hip-huggers. Nice, very nice.\par \tab\ldblquote Are you a virgin?\rdblquote\par \tab No. not only No but HELL no. she wasn\rquote t a slut, but she wasn\rquote t a virgin about it, either.\par \tab\ldblquote Do you take it up the ass?\rdblquote\par \tab Yes.\par \tab\ldblquote In the mouth?\rdblquote\par \tab Sometimes.\par \tab\ldblquote Take on more than one guy at a time?\rdblquote\par \tab No.\par \tab\ldblquote Interested in making out with girls?\rdblquote\par \tab No.\par \tab Her top came off and she lay across the black lacquered counter. Gunther moved behind her and pulled her panties down. August crawled up onto the counter and eased his invisible dick into her mouth. Gunther entered her backdoor and the girl was receiving double penetration.\page\tab August caught sight of a pair of young lads meandering their way through an open field. His Narly Senses were active and so they were worth an interest. Gunther became unseen with August and the two strolled into the open field--tall grass of various sizes; truck tires, truck wheels rusting, bed springs, old washers & dryers, refrigerators, car shells, piles of wood from some burned building in town, cement slabs from some renovation project. \par \tab A few trees here and there, lone trees over there. The town was situated off to one side, allowing the field to expand untouched to the rustic hills surrounding.\par \tab A great place to explore the long days of summer.\par \tab The pair of boys were noted to be about eleven years young. One a little taller than the other, short dirty blond hair while the shorter one had dirty brown hair. Good clothes, but a little well worn and dirty from their day of exploring.\par \tab At length the two came to the welcomed shade of the trees. Unknown type trees, just your typical deciduous trees providing more than ample shade, and security from prying eyes from the town.\par \tab Five trees in a semi-circle, giving an opening from the field. \par \tab More trash and debris were here, giving all indications of impromptu play forts. A small hovel here and there indicated a home for hobos, but none were present this day.\par \tab The two Interests whipped out their willies and proceeded to pee on one of the forts. The taller youth farted. He pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees, bent over and parted his cheeks, letting another rip.\par \tab The smaller fella masturbated after peeing.\par \tab The taller youth ceased giggling and began jerking his gherkin as well.\par \tab The smaller youth appeared to have some Indian in him, maybe a little South of the Boarder, too. Both faced one another and fondled themselves.\par \tab\ldblquote Put your cocks together.\rdblquote suggested strongly August.\par \tab The boys hesitated a moment before accepting the command. Then they moved closer and began rubbing their cocks to one another.\par \tab\ldblquote Fondle your friend\rquote s cock, fondle his balls, rub his ass!\rdblquote\par \tab Again there was hesitation, but at length the boys complied.\par \tab Gunther had his own pud out, slowly undressing himself.\par \tab August noted the time, they would have to get back soon, it was getting late and they had work to do.\par \tab The boys pressed their bodies together, caressing one another\rquote s ass.\page\tab\ldblquote Have you ever SUCKED another dude\rquote s dick?\rdblquote August asked of the taller youth, Gary.\par \tab Nope. Nor had the shorter fella, Jed.\par \tab\ldblquote Ever consider it?\rdblquote\par \tab Nut-uh; no way.\par \tab\ldblquote What if you were PAID to do it?\rdblquote\par \tab No way!; How much?\par \tab\ldblquote Ever fuck anybody, a girl, a guy?\rdblquote\par \tab Yes, my little cousin Cheryl; Nope, no way, no how, never.\par \tab August had the two undress completely. When done, Gary were serviced firstly by his pal Jed. Jed took a moment or two before fondling the slinky white cock, he made a face just taking his tongue to lick the piss slit. Gary tensed up, he had never been blown. He had never ejaculated, either. This was going to be a treat.\par \tab Jed engulfed the head of Gary\rquote s schlong, pulled the skin tight, squeezed the slightly furry nads, and then like a snake swallowing its dinner engulfed the fuck organ.\par \tab He made more faces. He retched and almost backed off the cock, but August kept him going. The boy swallowed the entire four inch prong and then began the tedious task of sucking.\par \tab When Gary was close to cumming off August had Jed pull out the cock and suck on the shaft, then the balls, then back onto the cock. Gary humped his friend\rquote s mouth, tightened up and began ejaculating. The look on his face was incredible. He had never experienced such a thing.\par \tab Jed backed off, vomiting. Cum drizzled from his retching mouth. Gary masturbated, squeezed his own balls, rubbed his face, and remained standing in awe at the awesomeness of the orgasm.\par \tab Jed\rquote s cock was satiated, too--by slamming it\rquote s way up into Gary\rquote s corn hole. Gary assumed the doggie-style position and spread a cheek. Gary cinched up and penetrated the boy\rquote s virgin rectum.\par \tab After creaming the hole, Jed licked it clean before being put on his back, holding his own legs back and a MANLY cock slid into his backdoor. August put Gary on his knees and his cock into the boy\rquote s mouth.\par \tab Gunther humped Jed\rquote s hole until blast off, pulling out and shooting a massive wad of spunk all over the boy\rquote s balls and stomach, then re-inserting into the lad\rquote s ass and fucking him silly.\par \tab Both boys were now to become sexually involved with one another. To suck and fuck, fondle, and be nude as much as they could get away with.\par \tab August and Gunther peed on the two and left them naked.\par \tab Both men were still worked up. Gunther loved August\rquote s Device, the power--the ability to convey desires! It was astounding. He realized, too, that it was dangerous. But yet it was still astounding, marvelous. \par \tab\ldblquote Why, you could fuck anybody anywhere anytime anyhow!\rdblquote\par \tab August concurred. Hollywood stars, presidential daughters, presidential wives, rock stars, country stars, anyone, anybody.\par \tab Back in town, dressed, tired, shagged out, sticky, the two finished loading up Gunther\rquote s ride with the necessary items they needed. A small school bus rolled by, loaded with young\rquote uns. Melvin Elementary.\par \tab Both August and Gunther looked to one and smiled.\par \tab\ldblquote What, 20, 25 kids?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Yep, I reckon.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Eight to ten years?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote That, too.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Got your video camera?\rdblquote\par \par *****\par \par \tab She debated whether or not to tempt fate, she had been school (somewhat) in the abilities of the thing, but still it was a little overwhelming. She had never fully used it, she had \ldblquote learned\rdblquote by watching. She was only really mildly aware of its abilities and was fully aware of the \ldblquote troubles\rdblquote it had caused.\par \tab She didn\rquote t want to get too \ldblquote chummy\rdblquote with the Device, it was dangerous. But, on the other hand, it led way to answering hidden questions. Though the Dawson\rquote s were nice enough peoples, there was something mighty odd about them. Mighty odd. Odd to the point of being annoying. \par \tab Charlotte tapped her fingers together, she wondered/worried about August and Gunther, when he/they were gone for any length of time she worried, their \ldblquote business\rdblquote often could lead them into unannounced/unforeseen disaster--leaving her stranded.\par \tab She determined that she was paranoid. But she had a right to be. Traveling with the likes of August Moone and his new peculiar pal Gunther Tallywick made her that way. What they did, what they ALL did was beyond the scope of anyone\rquote s understanding. Perhaps she could play it off as being brainwashed, like Patty Hearst?\par \tab (yeah, look how well that turned out\'85)\page\tab She dismissed it. Maybe the blinking diode lights on the temples were some sort of jewelry, a new sort of fashion statement Charlotte wasn\rquote t aware of. That was a possibility. Maybe. Possibly. And maybe a used car salesman will give you the honest truth about the \ldblquote little old lady car.\rdblquote\par \tab Only the three \ldblquote women\rdblquote of the Dawson family bore the blinking lights, maybe it WAS a fashion statement. If so, why so hidden. Only by quick eyesight and the turn of their heads did Char see. Jamie and his father had no such devices. Charlotte shook her head, she was too much thinking like August, perhaps the man (or possibly the boy) was \ldblquote controlling\rdblquote his family. \par \tab August\rquote s Device was tucked away securely, only Charlotte knew where it was. And she suspected Wendsy, knew, and then probably September, but they were the only ones. The Dawson family seemed normal enough, they had integrated with the others; playing, running, flying kites. Charlotte sat inside the mega RV at the table, watching thru the tinted window. \par \tab\ldblquote I think there is something about them.\rdblquote\par \tab The voice startled Charlotte, she nearly pissed herself. It was Wendsy, the little sneak. Charlotte was only mildly aware of how weird she and her brother were. She didn\rquote t want to know the rest.\par \tab The calm bizarre girl slid into the seat opposite Charlotte and stared out to the Dawsons. \ldblquote Any ideas?\rdblquote Charlotte inquired. Wendsy merely shook her head, she didn\rquote t know, not for sure.\par \tab\ldblquote I think they are being controlled.\rdblquote she spoke at length, though.\par \tab\ldblquote Controlled? By who?\rdblquote\par \tab Wendsy paused a moment before answering, \ldblquote The man, Mr. Dawson.\rdblquote\par \tab Charlotte laid odds on that assumption, too. But how, and why?\par \tab There were probably the obvious reasons; sex. But why not the boy? That was obvious, too, he was in on it. \par \tab\ldblquote He doesn\rquote t seem to have anything like August\'85\rdblquote Charlotte drawled, hoping the child with higher insight would give up what she thought.\par \tab\ldblquote He has something.\rdblquote\par \tab Duh.\page\tab Wendsy sat back, folded her arms and stared at the table. Some kids came into the RV, to use the bathroom, to get a drink, to chill out from the wondrous amount of freedom to play. \ldblquote We need a dog.\rdblquote quipped someone from the group. Kristy was mum on that, rolling her eyes and slightly blushing. Charlotte had only heard tell about girls having their family furry pet lick their poons, she had not seen it in person. She imagined Kristy butt naked, legs open, and some German Shepherd doing his thing, licking her to orgasm.\par \tab Kristy slid into the seat beside Charlotte. She was a darling, lovely brown eyes, a warm face. She was a little sweaty from all the playing, in the hall Tommy and Stacie had hooked up for a \ldblquote quickie.\rdblquote Stacie had a skirt outfit on, no undies. The skirt came up and she bent over, thusly allowing the ever horny horndog Tommy to plow into her from behind.\par \tab Kristy\rquote s little non-bio sister came loping in, very sweaty, tired, out of breath, in need of a drink and a good pee. Kristy held her, cuddled her, and seemed to love her more than she did when they were at home.\par \tab Charlotte passed the little blond haired wonder her glass of lemonade, the little tyke drank her fill and then snuggled into her big sister. Charlotte returned to checking on the Dawsons.\par \par Extra Curricular Activities\par \par \tab Bus 124, Melvin Elementary, Day Outing to the Country\par \tab The bus was not a big one, but it was noisy and blew blue smoke. It was dingy yellow, box-like, and had seen better days. It rumbled down the country road; its passengers unawares of the Dangers following it.\par \tab Not a lot of traffic on the two laner. A tractor in the field to one side, a flock of ducks overhead, clear skies, and moderate temperatures. August fiddled with the hi-tech video camera, prepping it for use. Gunther kept a good distance behind Bus 124, both men had noted Melvin Elementary in town, the bus was loaded with two dozen students, there were merely a few farm houses out where they were traveling, it was mid day; so it was assumed the bus was not taking the children home but rather on some outing of some sort.\par \tab The bus came to a country dirt lane and turned off. Gunther pulled over on the road he was on and watched the bus rumble down the gravely road, it would still be easy enough to follow despite the fact that it entered into the only forest in the entire area. Rolling hills, derelict farms, a single road in. Gunther only moved when the dust from the bus had settled.\par \tab Half a mile thru the woods, around a corner, over a bridge, up a small hill, down a long hill, into a small valley, Bus 124 came to a stop at a small secluded working farm. A sawmill was here along with a flour mill. Eighteen hundred head of diary cows made their home in the area, as well. It stunk to high heaven, no wonder it was secluded. The scent of the sawmill helped conceal the offensiveness of the cows.\par \tab August and Gunther had their doubts. The area was not overly secure for them to do what they wanted. Too many peoples, access to phones, access roads leading all around, and there even was a helicopter parked nearby. \par \tab\ldblquote On their way back, maybe.\rdblquote suggested August.\par \tab\ldblquote We\rquote ll have to fuck with the bus.\rdblquote suggested Gunther.\par \par \tab A good hour and a half later and the kiddies all loaded back onboard the bus, waved goodbye to their new friends (adults and animals alike) and the bus made a huge U-turn and began making a return trip back.\par \tab Just at the top of the huge hill in the forest and before the bridge, the bus driver made an impromptued turn. No one seemed to notice, on board were indeed 24 students, most were boys. There was a teacher with a teenage assistant, the assistant principal, and the driver. None of the adults noticed the change in driving route.\par \tab The adults only noticed when the bus pulled off the dirt road and began coming up to a dilapidated old woodsy barn. By then it was too late. The driver drove the bus into the barn, the doors were opened. It was a large barn, enough to conceal the bus entirely--although anyone with good specs or binoculars or just good eyes could look thru the cracks of the barn and see the big yellow thing.\par \tab The doors of the bus opened and a figure came aboard, toting a cattle prod. There was an ear splitting noise that deafened and virtually blinded everyone. Most of the students fell to the middle of the floor. Most were unable to scream or cry out, the pain was intense.\par \tab When slowly the discomfort level decreased, it was quickly realized that something wicked had come into their midst: The driver was standing up, handcuffed to the safety/hand rail by his seat. Up against the handrail at the front of the bus by the door lever opener/closer was the teacher. The assistant principal beside her. Beside the driver just askew and behind him was the teacher\rquote s aid/assistant.\page\tab Taking front precedence was a tall man, a green wool cap, green army fatigue all weather jacket, camouflage jeans and hiking boots. Another fella was clad all in black garb, toting a cattle prod.\par \tab\ldblquote Lemme \rquote splain something to you all.\rdblquote spoke a gruff voice with no discernible accent. \ldblquote DON\rquote T FUCK WITH ME!\rdblquote\par \tab His words stung into the hearts, souls, and minds of the young students, the adults and semi adults as well. The young teacher\rquote s aid began to weep, realizing how much trouble they were in. she read the news and was wise.\par \tab\ldblquote DON\rquote T PISS ME OFF, DON\rquote T MAKE ME ANGRY, DO AS YER TOLD, DON\rquote T FUCK WITH ME!\rdblquote The speaker carried a riding crop, modified so as it was electrified. He smacked it against the ass of the teacher, she wore a beige outfit, knee length skirt, off-white blouse, beige jacket. She was a blond, firm 38s, firm figure, no nonsense woman who could fit into the shoes of a professional businesswoman (or drill sergeant) rather than a teacher.\par \tab She winced and yelped at the inflicted pain. When the assistant principal made his play he was zapped with the cattle prod. He could do nothing more than wince and flop about in pain, his hands were handcuffed to the handrail.\par \tab The cattle prod was pressed against his nads, \ldblquote Listen to me, motherfucker, \ldblquote DON\rquote T do that again!\rdblquote the voice was meaningful and warning. The African American VP nodded. He was late thirties and was well enough wise enough not to tempt fate more than once during any one particular incident.\par \tab\ldblquote Now then,\rdblquote spoke up the second voice. Both \ldblquote voices\rdblquote were concealed by some sort of blurriness. It was like a mask but none of the buss passengers could make sense of it or come together on what they saw. Not even the adults.\par \tab A video camera was set up. Two, in facts, one of the Voices moved down the aisle and set up the second in the rear. He remained there, wielding the modified riding crop.\par \tab\ldblquote Alrighty now, \ldblquote the First Voice began again, \ldblquote we\rquote re gonna do some things, things you won\rquote t like. TOUGH! You will do them or suffer the consequences.\rdblquote he let the cattle prod speak before continuing. \ldblquote Now, firstly, I want all the BOYS to stand up in the aisle.\rdblquote\par \tab There was hesitation. No one knew what this was about. Timidly, though, the lads of the 4rth grade class moved to the center aisle.\par \tab\ldblquote Wonderful!\rdblquote spoke the First. \ldblquote Now take off your shoes.\rdblquote\par \tab This was met with a little more hesitation. So the teacher, Ms. Emma, withered and wriggled in some diabolical pain and discomfort, wetting herself and virtually drooling as the pain seethed throughout her body. VP Morris caused severe bleeding to his wrists as he fought the high tensile steel cuffs securing him to the handrail.\par \tab When order was restored and a sense of calmness came over the passengers, the 14 boys pulled off their shoes. \ldblquote Hand them to the girls.\rdblquote\par \tab The boys complied, most were holding themselves together okay, some were sniveling, this was some serious shit. It was going to get serious in the moments to cum. (come)\par \tab The First Voice pressed his Pain Stick to Ms. Emma\rquote s crotch, then without warning ripped her blouse off, including her bra. Her jacket, too. She was topless, her clothes ripped down to her cuffed wrists. The Pain Stick pressed against her bare breasts. The 37 year old began to weep, shake her head, she didn\rquote t understand, this was not happening--this was not happening.\par \tab\ldblquote BOYS, take OFF your pants.\rdblquote\par \tab Everyone\rquote s mouths hung agape. \ldblquote Oh my God!\rdblquote uttered throughout them all. \ldblquote You have ten fucking seconds to comply.\rdblquote Ms. Emma and Mr. Morris wriggled, made their wrists bleed, frantically fussed to no avail. Six of the 14 boys shucked their jeans, the rest required a little more coercion.\par \tab Of those, two who were in the rear by the Second Voice got their asses tantalized by HIS Pain Stick. Two girls nearby cowered onto the floor in a pee of puddle.\par \tab When the boys who had not shucked their clothing as asked continued to wail and not carry out the order, First Voice brought up a hand held object of which he activated. ALL the passengers (\rquote cept the Voices) wallowed on the floor, more peeing, screaming, and going into fits of convulsion.\par \tab At length ALL the boys now stood in their underwear, three boys wore boxers. A moment to recover, then, \ldblquote Girls, take the boys jeans and their shoes, and toss them out the window.\rdblquote\par \tab This was met with some awe. \ldblquote WHAT!?\rdblquote but there was compliance. The girls seemed more willing to comply than that of the boys. Well, we\rquote ll see as this goes on.\par \tab\ldblquote Boys, your shirts. Get \rquote em off. Hand them to the girls. Girls, toss \rquote em out the window.\rdblquote\par \tab It was done but not easily. There was more weeping. No one understood what this was all about. But soon the boys stood merely in their underwear. No one moved. There were only the whispers of sniveling and a light breeze wafting through the thick pines surrounding the abandoned barn.\par \tab\ldblquote BOYS!\rdblquote spoke gruffly the First Voice, \ldblquote take off your underwear.\rdblquote\par \tab Not one boy made a move to comply. The command was re-spoken not once but twice. Two boys in the middle hooked their thumbs in their undies but nothing more. One boy in the rear by the Second Voice had his basic briefs going as far down as to expose his lily white ass, but there was no one (of particular) to see it, save for Second Voice.\par \tab A boy closest to First Voice was grabbed and wrestled with and jerked out of the bus, he was lain across a decaying hay bale and whipped. The modified cattle prod and then a thin leather strap. The boy\rquote s arms were pinned and he was skinned nearly alive.\par \tab He was left in a heap, heaving and twitching. First Voice re-entered the bus, the VP cussed him and bitched at him, \ldblquote If I get my hands on you--\rdblquote to wit the First Voice looked at him sternly. \ldblquote Then I\rquote ll just have to see that you don\rquote t have your hands to do that.\rdblquote he said dryly. Morris gulped, he blinked. \ldblquote What kind of fucking piece of shit are you!?\rdblquote\par \tab Morris suddenly realized the punishment for such outburst, he was kneed in the groin and then the cattle prod came to tenderize his aching black balls. \ldblquote Fuck with me some more, and I\rquote ll shove this (the cattle prod) up your ass, turn it on, then send it on thru until it comes out your mouth!\rdblquote and he meant it, too. VP Morris believed him. He nodded that he now understood and wouldn\rquote t bark out of turn.\par \tab When First Voice looked upon the passengers, the boys had all slid their underwear off and had handed them to the girls. The girls seeing First Voice looking over them tossed the underwear out the nearest window.\par \tab The boys all concealed their naughty bits, their asses were bare but their hands covered their privates. But not for long. The boys were firstly ordered to \ldblquote Put your hands to yours sides!\rdblquote they did so.\par \tab After a long pause, the boys had to turn and face the girl closest to him.\par \tab There was dissention among the masses, more sniveling, crying, outbursts, and virtually noncompliance. First Voice exited the bus and placed his boot onto the neck/throat of the young boy still withering in the hay. All aboard the bus watched in shock and horror and ultimate dismay as the boy choked and gasped for air and then went still.\par \tab First Voice reentered the bus, \ldblquote Face the girls or someone ELSE will be out there.\rdblquote\par \tab The thirteen nude boys numbly turned and presented their nakedness to the girls.\par \tab\ldblquote GIRLS, reach out and fondle the boy\rquote s wares. Hold their balls, rub their ass, stroke their cocks!\rdblquote\par \tab The student teaching assistant lost it, she passed out. Ms. Emma was close to following her. Morris gulped and watched, closing his eyes, then watching again. All the girls fondled a boy, rubbed his ass, cupped and squeezed his bare balls.\par \tab Five of the thirteen boys sprouted hardons. The remaining boys were too terrified to get hard.\par \tab\ldblquote Excellent!\rdblquote exclaimed the First Voice. \ldblquote Now, BOYS, I want you to turn and face another boy.\rdblquote the boys did so, \ldblquote Good, now step up, press your bodies together, put your hands to his ass and rub.\rdblquote\par \tab The sniveling slowly ebbed, the girls\rquote eyes all now watched as their counterparts complied with the Voice\rquote s direction.\par \tab After a minute or so of this with their young hairless chests all heaving and such, the boys were told to turn and face front. They did so. They also had to scoot up and press their nakedness against the ASS in front of them. Hands on Hips, too. More sniveling erupted, the assistant teaching aid was awake now, she was close to passing out again.\par \tab The boy then had to \ldblquote reach around\rdblquote and grab the \ldblquote willy\rdblquote of the boy in front, fondle it, play with it, fondle the balls. The boys did so but not overly willingly.\par \tab And lastly, the boys had to KISS the ass in front of them. Each cheek and then the \ldblquote hole.\rdblquote\par \tab There was little compliance here, so another boy suffered the indignity of being whipped senseless. Mr. Morris frantically went ballistic, his balls were met harshly with the First Voice\rquote s knee, the cattle prod was introduced to the man\rquote s nuggets, Ms. Emma was zapped on her bare breasts and her skirt ripped off.\par \tab The non-complying boys complied, kissing all the parts mentioned and then they were allowed to sit.\par \tab The girls were all kinds of squeamish as the boys had scoot passed them to sit by the window. Only a handful of the girls came to realize what was in store for them nextly\par \pard\kerning0\f1\fs20\par }