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Timing is Everything\par
Chapter 25\par
Happy Daze Goes \lquote round and \lquote round\par
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\tab 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!\par
\tab 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 \ldblquote feel\rdblquote  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.  \par
\tab 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 \ldblquote control\rdblquote  them, manipulate them as he had always done.  That was another plus.\par
\tab But he was still concerned, still frightened of the unknown, his evolving into something science fictiony could have devastating repercussions.  That wasn\rquote 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.\par
\tab 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.\par
\tab No going back.\par
\tab Or was there?\par
\tab Maybe.  Frantically he did try to access that peculiar program that had started this whole fantastic mess--Time Travel.  The program didn\rquote t come to light, though--he didn\rquote 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.\page\tab 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\'85 \par
\tab Naw, that was a dumb idea.\par
\tab Wasn\rquote t it?\par
\tab It was something to chew on.\par
\tab Meanwhile\'85\par
\tab Debauchery Most High\par
\tab Doug\rquote 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.\par
\tab 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, \ldblquote I debach therefore I am!\rdblquote\par
\tab 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\rquote  slits.  After cumming successfully on the zonked out Aimee, August had the hard up hard-on horny teen go down and \ldblquote clean-lick\rdblquote  his sisters\rquote  snatches.\par
\tab 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.\par
\tab 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\rquote t know and apparently had no control over.\page\tab Out thru the kitchen door waltzed the mother, Doug\rquote s mother.  She was the epitome of a \rquote 50s mother, Beaver\rquote s mother to be exact.  Poised and proper, carrying a tray of mini sandwiches and iced lemonade for her handsome son.   Uh-oh\par
\tab No one else was home.  Double uh-oh\par
\tab\ldblquote Nancy\rdblquote  looked into the engine compartment and made subtle comments, \ldblquote My, it looks dirty.\rdblquote  Doug was greasy, part of the engine he had dismantled, the teen had a double hard-on, for the car AND his mother.\par
\tab Hmmmm\par
\tab 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\rquote s image to mind.  Didn\rquote t every boy.\par
\tab 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!)\par
\tab 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.\par
\tab Doug didn\rquote t pay any attention to his mother\rquote s doings, not until she shucked her panties.  He saw that.  August directed his attention to it.  Doug was mesmerized, he didn\rquote 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!\par
\tab\ldblquote Close the garage door.\rdblquote  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 \ldblquote notion\rdblquote  to take off his own clothes--for laundry purposes.\par
\tab 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.\page\tab 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!\par
\tab 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.\par
\tab Doug was in his glory.  This was NOT happening, it couldn\rquote t.  His mother, his very own mother was sucking him!  It wasn\rquote t happening, How?  Why?  Why now, why not back when his cock needed sucking when he was his sister Jessica\rquote s age?\par
\tab August struggled to downplay the teen\rquote s concerns and fears--\rdblquote Just go with the flow, dumbass, don\rquote t make waves.\rdblquote\par
\tab When Nancy partook of the cock fully--Doug\rquote s concerns DID ebb away, as they should with a good cock suck.  Nancy sucked like a pro, but she wasn\rquote 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\rquote t fart around anyone else, didn\rquote t frig her cunny, or have narly thoughts of a sexual romp with anyone other than her husband.\par
\tab Hmmmmm\par
\tab 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.\par
\tab Doug was freaking, August again had to downplay the boy\rquote s crazy thoughts and \ldblquote just go with it, dumbass.\rdblquote\par
\tab Dumbass did, to his knees, peering at his mother\rquote s ass, hole, crack, and furry furburger.  His hands (on his own) delicately smoothed over her flesh, then diddled her backdoor entrance.  \ldblquote Lick it.\rdblquote  August encouraged.  Doug slowly complied, he still was not resisting, just in mild shock, drinking the whole experience in.\par
\tab 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.\page\tab\tab\tab\tab\tab ****\par
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\tab 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\rquote s love tunnel, the boy sat back, bare ass against his car in full wonderment, fondling himself.  August fondled the \ldblquote zapped\rdblquote /zombiefied woman and then noshed on her pooter hole, her cum laden snatch, then penetrated her very virgin poop chute.\par
\tab 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\'85\par
\tab 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.\par
\tab Doug complied, a little \ldblquote zombied\rdblquote  himself.  Thereafter the lad had another go into his mother\rquote s quim, sucked her titties and fucked himself into a stupor.\par
\tab 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!\par
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\tab 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 \ldblquote floated\rdblquote  across the street, waggled his weenie to a very pretty little girl in a sailor\rquote 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\rquote t pay August any attention.\par
\tab August did, though.  He tried to communicate with her, but it didn\rquote 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\'85\par
\tab 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\rquote  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!\page\tab What COULD be seen, however, was Fonzie\rquote 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.  \par
\tab 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\rquote  away, sucking on her fingers and chewing her lips.\par
\tab 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\rquote t noticed the mirror.  She fled down the stairs, barely knocking August over, but managing to topple the garbage can.  It wasn\rquote t full but made a lot of noise as it crashed down the stairs.\par
\tab 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.\par
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\tab 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\rquote s man.  He banged babes by the dozens and didn\rquote t need no stinkin\rquote  Device!  On August\rquote s visit not an hour into working on a vintage \lquote 48 Ford than did not one, not two, but THREE delicious babes enter his establishment.\par
\tab 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.\par
\tab August was impressed.\par
\tab 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\rquote s schlong squatted over the red\rquote s face.  The blond girl of the trio began sucking on Red\rquote s red snatch.  The Fonz got into the action, slipping up behind the Blond Bomb and easing into her from behind.\page\tab It was unreal.  For an hour they frolicked in the storeroom, then the girls \ldblquote washed\rdblquote  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. \par
\tab\ldblquote My daddy\rquote s car ready yet?\rdblquote  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\rquote 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!\par
\tab The Fonz did likewise, caressing her ass and becoming quite pronounced right then and there.\par
\tab 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\rquote s hand, the teen undoing her tight fitting sweater; he finally concluded his call and began seriously humping the girl\rquote s mouth--with the garage door straight open!\par
\tab 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\rquote s front seat, the girl\rquote 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!\par
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\tab 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, na\'efve.  He wasn\rquote t in the mood, much, for any frivolity, he just watched.\par
\tab 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\rquote t remember the last time he had eaten, drank, or took a wicked pee!\page\tab He WAS evolving--into what, though?  It frightened him, slightly.  He wanted to be human, that was utmost.  He didn\rquote t care if he didn\rquote t have the narly powers or even the Device, he just wanted to be human again.\par
\tab But that wasn\rquote t to be, not for now leastways.  He made his way on down the street, still observing the peoples, the cars, and the buildings.\par
\tab One building in particular came to light, Cunningham Hardware.  Well, there couldn\rquote 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?\par
\tab August peeked inside, it wasn\rquote 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 fa\'e7ade and all kinds of quintessential Americana.  All kinds.\par
\tab Realizing that there was probably a bell above the door to signal a customer, August waited for a \ldblquote customer\rdblquote  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, \lquote specially butt bare assed naked!  Blond, curly haired, blue eyes, and taking all of Mr. C\rquote 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.  \par
\tab He finally got his nut, strained and feasted his middle aged eyes on the young girl\rquote 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.\tab\par
\tab 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 na\'efve little girls in short-short-really-short dresses prancing about happy-go-lucky, showing their underwear and being oh so damn cute.\par
\tab 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!\page\tab\tab\tab\tab\tab ****\par
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\tab Love in a hot afternoon\par
\tab 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 \ldblquote in progress\rdblquote  when he arrived.  It didn\rquote t bother him too much, but he would likened to know how the interlude began from the onset.\par
\tab But, be that as it may, he found Joanie Cunningham on TOP of the Fonzi, a few days after August\rquote s little side trip into town.  Both were butt bare assed naked and Joanie was doing some serious humping.  (As was the Fonz.)\par
\tab August watched with passion, listening intently as neither lover made any verbal sounds--only the flapping of Fonzi\rquote s balls and his cock slamming into her cunny.  The Italian Stallion gripped the young girl\rquote 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.\par
\tab 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.\par
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\tab 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?\par
\tab 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\rquote s twat until she began to seriously twist and gyrate about and commence having an orgasm via oral application.\par
\tab 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\rquote s sensitive poon.  August was pleased.\page\tab Sucking on Nancy\rquote s motherly titties was the youngest, Aimee.  August fondled this child\rquote s ass, he had to.  He couldn\rquote 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\rquote t know why but he could a most odd freaky feeling.\par
\tab He didn\rquote t like it, like Questions with no Answers, he was bugged.\par
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\tab 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\rquote t finger.  Doug did, though, finger his little sister--this while he himself was buried to the hilt in his mother\rquote s cunt.  Sister Jessica lay off on one side, caressing her brother\rquote s ass as he fucked.  Doug fondled Aimee\rquote s ass and finger fucked her asshole and pussy.\par
\tab 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?\par
\tab August got paranoid, then miffed.\par
\tab 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!\par
\tab 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\rquote t know.  He knew that he had a strange tingling feeling surging throughout his body, he \ldblquote floated\rdblquote  rather than walked, he was no longer hungry or thirsty, but he could still fuck!\par
\tab 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?  \par
\tab Damn!\par
\tab Shit!\par
\tab Fuck!\par
\tab Piss!\par
\tab Angered now he arose from the bedroom chair and \ldblquote floated\rdblquote  to the bed, he assessed the situation as a calm one.  August was not in a calm mood:\par
\tab\ldblquote Sit your ass up!\rdblquote  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.\par
\tab\ldblquote You,\rdblquote  he said Mind-linking to Jessica, \ldblquote suck your brother\rquote s cock.\rdblquote   then adding, \ldblquote Suck it clean, balls and all!\rdblquote\par
\tab Timidly and unsurely the girl did comply, moving slowly, eyeing her brother\rquote s pulsing bone that was still hard and still spurting juices.  But the pretty pre-teen gripped her brother\rquote s saucey schlong and began power sucking on the head.  Doug rolled his eyes, toes curled, ass cheeks clenching tighter.\par
\tab\ldblquote You,\rdblquote  August Mind-linked to the little one, Aimee, \ldblquote clean your mother\rquote s cunt.\rdblquote\par
\tab The little girl flared her nostrils, the word \ldblquote cunt\rdblquote  was not in her vocabulary.  August angrily wrestled the girl into place having her lick her mother\rquote s pussy from the side.\par
\tab August found himself with a very hard bone himself, he could genuinely \ldblquote feel\rdblquote  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.\par
\tab Aimee was not into licking clean her mother\rquote 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.\par
\tab The girl\rquote s asshole was virginal.  Was.\par
\tab Doug hadn\rquote t got her, yet.  Nor had he followed thru with pegging Jessica\rquote 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.\par
\tab August was cool with that.\par
\tab After cumming off into Aimee\rquote s young poop chute, though, August had Doug lick his sister\rquote s crapper clean.\par
\tab He wasn\rquote t done, though; August then had the horndog horny Doug eat his sisters\rquote  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\rquote  back during this time, Doug finally getting the \ldblquote go ahead\rdblquote  and entered his sisters.\par
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\tab August felt better.  He pushed aside those thoughts that plagued him, if he were to suddenly \ldblquote evolve\rdblquote  (or de-evolve) into something else, or simply move on to a new time period, well, fuck--so be it.  But he wasn\rquote t going to let it worry him or get him down--that\rquote d spoil his fun!\par
\tab 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\rquote s best friends.  \par
\tab On August\rquote s spy-arrival they were the epitome of a being a best friend.\par
\tab All three were nude in Ritchie\rquote s room, Ritchie lay on his back, legs open, sucking tenaciously on Potsie\rquote s cock while Ralph straddled Ritchie\rquote s lap and took \ldblquote it\rdblquote  up the ass.  August was amazed.  Blow away was he that these three should be this way.  He wouldn\rquote 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!\par
\tab Ritchie pulled away from cock slurping best friend Potsie to concentrate on creaming up best friend Ralph\rquote s asshole.  But no matter, Potsie was at that critical moment and cum spurted from his cock and splashed onto/into Ritchie\rquote s mouth.  Ritchie didn\rquote t seem to care or mind, Potsie began furiously humping his cock, pressing it against Ritchie\rquote s face to complete the deed orgasmically.\par
\tab Ralph the Mouth humped madly on Ritchie\rquote s cock, his own bone squirting juices as his backdoor was filled.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Potsie,\rdblquote  August Minded, \ldblquote go down and \ldblquote service\rdblquote  Ralph.\rdblquote\par
\tab Potsie didn\rquote t hesitate so August didn\rquote t know if the boy moved on his own or what.  But the semi-handsome hunk went down and wrapped his lips about Ralph\rquote s cock and sucked him.  Ritchie smacked/spanked Potsie\rquote s ass, fondled his cock and balls and came in quarts up Ralph\rquote s corn chute.\par
\tab Ralph emptied his cock into Potsie\rquote s mouth, Ritchie couldn\rquote t do anything but lay in a sweat on his bed, his cock languishing up against Ralph\rquote s freckled fleshy ass, still cumming--both Ralph\rquote s asshole and Ritchie\rquote s cock.\par
\tab There was a comment made (and overheard) from Ralph, \ldblquote Damn, I wish we could score like that with our girlfriends!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, but first we gotta GET some girlfriends.\rdblquote  popped Ritchie.\par
\tab\ldblquote Good point.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Too bad none of us has sisters.\rdblquote  off-handedly mouthed Potsie.\par
\tab Both Ritchie and Ralph looked to him.  Potsie looked at them, then realized what he had said, \ldblquote Oh, uh, I-I didn\rquote t mean it that--not, I, you see I was just--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Knock it off, Pots, I know, I know.\rdblquote  angrily bitched Ritchie.\par
\tab The boys settled down, fondling their pricks and \ldblquote cooling\rdblquote  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.\par
\tab 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\rquote t in the mood to spy on them further, he assumed what they were doing.\par
\tab There was something up in the closet.  \par
\tab 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\'85\par
\tab Joanie.\par
\tab Hmmmm\par
\tab August wasn\rquote t the only one who could spy!\par
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\tab 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\rquote 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.\par
\tab Ritchie on his knees on the floor flicked his tongue into Joanie\rquote s cunt, pulling the lips apart and driving his brotherly tongue in, flicking madly about, nipping her sensitive clit and poking at her asshole.\par
\tab 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\rquote s face.\par
\tab Ritchie didn\rquote 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.\page\tab Joanie arched her back more, twisting carry on as Ritchie\rquote 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\rquote s humping ass.  He watched in sexual awe as Ritchie\rquote s purple cock ploughed nicely into Joanie\rquote s cunt.  \par
\tab To Ritchie\rquote s already glistening sweaty ass August caressed, clutching at the teen\rquote s balls.  He wasn\rquote t sexually attracted to Ritchie, not 100%, but still\'85\par
\tab 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\rquote s asshole.\par
\tab 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.\par
\tab This only segued into a few days later when the timing was right--it\rquote s all a matter of timing--when the house was vacant of parental units.  Then Ritchie\rquote 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\rquote s room, seeing the girl butt bare assed naked herself, humping her teddy bear!\par
\tab Ralph and Potsie were beside themselves.\par
\tab 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.\par
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\tab 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\rquote s house, either.  The Narly Senses directed August up the stairs to the above-garage-apartment, Fonzie\rquote s abode.\par
\tab 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\rquote s bed, butt bare assed naked with equally butt bare assed naked Arthur Fonzerella on top of her!  (naturally)\par
\tab Marion\rquote s legs were everywhere, she wasn\rquote 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.\page\tab August watched, didn\rquote t get involved.  He contemplated, fucking Marion.  But that was before the Transporter showed up.\par
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\tab 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\rquote t a large warble, five feet in circumference and being some three feet up from the cement drive.\par
\tab August sat on the top step of the stairs and mulled.\par
\tab 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?\par
\tab OR, would he simply become something else, surpassing his birth year and becoming something less tangible than human?\par
\tab More goddamn questions.\par
\tab Peeking into Fonzi\rquote s apartment he saw Marion and the Fonz enjoying a 69er, Marion on top sucking tenaciously away on her teen lover\rquote s cock.\par
\tab The warble was still present, growing though, possibly impatient.\par
\tab August leaned back, hands behind his head, he wasn\rquote t in the mood to \ldblquote transport\rdblquote .  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?  \par
\tab 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?  \par
\tab 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\rquote t going.  The Device he could do without, honest.\par
\tab Well, maybe.\page\tab Closing his eyes, tempting fate, bitching some, knowing that he could enjoy himself a little more in \rquote 55, he stepped up to the warbling transporter.  He knew what awaited him, the green \ldblquote in-between\rdblquote  place, but then thereafter, once finding the cave, he was off to his next adventure.  In that that wasn\rquote t so bad, but it was not without its hazards.\par
\tab He hesitated momentarily and then stepped thru.\par
\tab See ya next chapter!  Don\rquote t worry, folks, there IS an end to this--and it\rquote s coming up, you don\rquote t want to miss it.\par
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