August Moone Sagas
Book 5
Absolution
Chapter 8
A Whole Lot of Hooey!

A Total Lack
	It was the red shorts.  The sleeveless white shirt was a plus, too; but the shorts--the gym red shorts--tightly fitting that delicious young body.  There were others, of course, on the basketball court.  The nearby handball court, and running track.  But he had his favorites.
	Tammie was A-Number One.  Her best friend Lee Ann F, little Sally Anne, another Leanne, then another Leigh Anne who was a transplant from Texas.  His balls ached and his cock surged.  It was obsession, pure and simple unadulterated obsession.
	The Contraption, though, needed (required) further tweaking.  So there would be another day’s delay.  It was frustrating, but well worth the wait.  So the axiom proclaimed.  Skyler wasn’t much into school, ‘cept the science part and some literature.  He sucked at math and doubly sucked at History.  English and other assorted classes he fared so-so.
	One morning found him arriving early--very early.  It wasn’t to get a leg up on his studies--far from it.  In “D” annex he lingered about a locker group that was not his own.  But at a quarter to eight in the morning, no one cared.  The annex housed two economic classes, two art classes, three history classes.  At the main entrance were the faculty restrooms and across were the students’ restrooms.  
	The building was “L” shaped with the short end emptying out to a small knoll that segued to gymnastic equipment (outdoor) and then the volleyball and basketball courts (also outside.)
	Rows and rows of lockers there were lined on both sides of the building’s interior hall, drinking fountains at each of the doors.  There were no lights on and wouldn’t be until the First Bell at 8:25 (AM).
	Skyler waited, considered, reconsidered, then checked and rechecked the Contraption.  He sighed, picked his butt, his nose, farted, and was about to exit out the short hall exit when the main doors were heard.
	Skyler peeked just so around the corner of his short hall and smiled.
	Always a constant companion Claudia Yeemer accompanied the primary target.  No matter, Skyler liked Claudia, too.  She wasn’t too particularly pretty--but not unappealing, either.  She wore tight rust colored jeans, the Target wore loose fitting Navy jeans.  She was short in stature, but had a nice “rack.”  
	He didn’t know what it was about the Target, Leigh Anne Plough, she wasn’t overly pretty or outstanding in anyway, she was a simple girl who was the daughter of a minister.  She had a nice set of hooters, a great ass, always smiled and was in the choir.  She was smart and on the honor roll.  She warmed Skyler and he didn’t know why--nor did he care.
	The two girls came to their lockers located at the end of the long hallway portion of the “L” annex--and knew no more at that time.
	And speaking of time, Skyler had little of it.  Quickly after the two girls had been zapped he pulled them across from where they had been to the space he had been lingering.  Three lockers had been removed from the corner of the “L” and it was perfect.
	Perfect for performing shenanigans.
	With Claudia up to the side of a locker, Leigh Anne was placed against the wall.  Near out of his mind he placed his hand against Leigh Anne’s crotch, squeezing and watching her dark brown eyes.  
	Again, his mouth trembled and non-sensical words tumbled out.
	He pressed his lips to hers, she was sixteen, his age, and he desperately wanted to bone her.  
	Seeing the time on his watch he hustled into the next phase; which was lowering the girl’s jeans.  He knew somehow he was going to have to get her alone, slip her off somewhere and get her naked; but for the moment, he would settle for a “quickie.”
	He didn’t know the difference between a “virgin” and a slut, it wasn’t everyday he got to take a peek at a girl’s pussy.  With her jeans undone he lowered them.  His trembling fingers tingling with delight as he tugged the garment down.  His hazel eyes focused--yea feasted on the muffin mound behind a dark blue panty.
	Slowly down the panty came and Skyler felt the essence of his liquid love soiling his underwear and tickling the fine hairs that were his pubes.
	He didn’t care, he licked her cunny the best he could then stood up.  It was straight up eight o’clock.
	Quickly he fished his hardness out and pressed it up against the girl’s pussy, gouging the love entrance then taking her hand and having her hand hump his rod followed by placing her hand on his bare ass.
	If the timing would have been better, as well as the locale, suffice it to say Leigh Anne Plough would have been ploughed.  He gouged his prick against her, squeezed her ass cheeks and wisely reassembled her as well as himself.  He gave her a long French kiss then returned the two where they had last been.  He himself scurried to the main doors and hiding around the corner hall to the girls’ restroom “released” Leigh Anne and Claudia.
	The effects of the Contraption was getting better, neither girl vomited.  They both had instantaneous headaches and were slightly dizzy, but those effects were only temporary, leaving both girls none the wiser.  Skyler went on…

	He didn’t know why and couldn’t answer one way or the other, then or when re-telling his tale to Forrest; but--he supposed (as did Forrest) that it was “just because”.  Just because he wanted to know what it was like or whatever.  He often walked home with a friend.  Mark.  Mark had several brothers and one sister and they lived in an apartment complex.  Mark’s parents were on welfare.  Mark was a good guy and Skyler had known him since 5th grade.  Skyler was envious of the fact that Mark had a sister, an older sister at that.  He often (always) wondered if Mark and his brothers fucked her or did anything else naughty with her.  Mark never made mention and semi-naïve Skyler never broached the subject.
	Anyways, as usual on their way home they either walked with some others, some girls who were friendly with them and but wouldn’t cut them any opportunities for fooling around.  They always made it a habit to visit the local rootbeer stand and chill out from a long day’s torment at school.
	Thereafter they scurried down various alleys to get home.
	Traipsing down one particular alleyway one day, Skyler utilized the Contraption.  On Mark.  No one was about, it was a quarter after three.  Skyler didn’t really consider himself a lecherous pervert.  But, within minutes of zapping Mark’s mind and escorting him to a secluded area in the alley, Skyler had Mark’s cock in his hand.
	He fondled his friend’s pud (which was uncut) and fondled his balls, too.  His own pud his pressed against Mark’s nads and soon found himself lowering Mark’s pants and underwear and placing his hands onto Mark’s bare ass.
	He wanted to fuck Mark.
	He wanted to Mark to fuck him.
	He wanted Mark to suck him.
	He wanted to suck Mark.
	The revelation was intoxicating.
	He blinked his eyes excessively and stared into Mark’s calm stoic face.  He wasn’t sexually in love with Mark, so he hoped that negated the “gay” part.  He just wanted to have “sex” with Mark, the sucking and fondling and fingering, and peeing, and sucking, and fucking, and…
	The passion increased and he pushed Mark down to his knees.
	His cock languished and pressed against Mark’s face.  Skyler’s cock was rock hard, he sweated profusely and soon was pressing the head of his bulbous monster against Mark’s lips, inching inward, forcing Mark to suck him!
	But Mark didn’t really “suck” per se, his mind was stunned only and disallowed the ability for the “body” to operate--save for breathing (and remembering what had transpired during the incident.)
	Skyler didn’t mind too much, he rocked back and forth into Mark’s mouth and soon laid the teen friend down on a pile of crushed boxes and began earnestly fondling the boy’s cock.  This soon led to Skyler sucking Mark’s cock--he always wanted to suck his own cock but lacked a few inches in doing so.
	Soon he was ploughing up Mark’s asshole, it was tight and caused some minor discomfort; Mark, however, remained under the Contraption’s spell.

	There was the realization of the horrendous impact the Contraption could have.  As it was, it was dangerous.  Damn dangerous.  Being a sexual deviant was one thing, but with a gadget like the Contraption--for worse could be done.  A super spy was one thing, a mass murderer, a bank thief, the ultimate spy, the ultimate pervert--all those things could be attained and then some.
	On the other hand, with a device like the Contraption, there could be produced such a thing as a real life Super Hero.
	But of course, it was much better being a disgusting pervert.

	He tried concentrating on his work--he was already sinking pretty low in the grades--but x-y squared divided by pi plus the equal number of…yada yada yada.  He didn’t get it and he didn’t care.  Barely was he squeaking by the advanced math.
	Though the classes were generally 55 minutes in length, it seemed 155 minutes plus the square root (167.4499...)  an eternity.  Several times he thought of getting up and making for the bathroom or gagging, or something!
	Finally, the long hand of the standard clock clicked to :55.  The bell sounded and there was the atypical gathering of books and supplies and scurrying out the door to the next boring class.  Skyler hustled and though he thought he heard Mr. Munson call his name, over the din of the scurrying students it was lame and a good excuse.
	Quickly he hustled down the open walk to the backside of the adjoing annex, then across the small quad field, avoiding the lingering seniors waiting the hapless unwise freshman/sophomore dare treading across the senior quad.
	The target were sighted  one-two-three.  With two lagging behind.  Clutching their books to their chest, yapping, gossiping, being typical teen girls, they walked casually the upper grounds area to their 6th period history class.
	Tonya Seberrean, Leisha Miers, Sally Anne Greyson.  In tow were Arlene Gallows and Julie Fyber.  He would have preferred Sally Anne by herself.  Much preferred.  But it seemed only the fat and/or ugly girls walked by themselves, all others went along in packs.
	There weren’t really many places on the school grounds to “waylay” a subject.  Especially not during the active day.  And as chance would have it, the girls weren’t making for their history class, they made a detour and dropped down to the lower grounds area heading for the library.
	The library was in a narrow building, but comprised of whereas there were usually five classrooms on one side the library took the whole one side.  Three English classes occupied space opposite with bathrooms at one end and an every so popular audio/visual room at the other end.  A radio station for the school was there, too.
	Cautiously he followed, looking out for pesky seniors.  He hadn’t had much bad luck with the upper classmen, they were mostly okay and not jerk wads like he knew at some other schools, but there were a few who were genuine assholes.
	The Subjects took their time, the class bell had rung and Skyler was supposed to be in biology.  He hated biology, it sucked almost as bad math.  But the teacher was lame, a pudgy fart with a head still stuck in the 60s.  He was cool and let a lot of things slide, like missing class.  Skyler knew that he could easily make up the missed time.  No prob.
	At nearly ten after the hour the five girls finally turned into the English/Library hall.  As they made for the first door to the library, and the hallway being void of lingering students, Skyler zapped them.
	Again, choices--decisions--choices.  Tonya, Leisha, Sally, Arlene, and Julie; all had been redirected into the audio/visual room which was unused usually in the afternoon.  It was supposed the locked & secured, but there were ways…
	The A/V room was a haven for stash, for hiding out illgotten goods, a “go-between” of stuff from one student to another.  There were ways to know what was going on with the A/V room at any time, colored stickers, sticky notes & tape secretly placed where those using the room for their own purposes could tell what was going on.
	Seeing no tape or sticky note indicated that for the moment, the room was “open.”
	Carefully after shuttling the Extra Curricular Activities inside, Skyler put in place a red sticky piece of tape--the room was in use.  Not wanting to waste any time Skyler quickly went to work.
	Sally was first.  She had to be.  To get her out of his system for one.  Semi-tight jeans, a simple green top with frilly lacey edges.  She was cute.  Fifteen and damn cute, a round face, bright blue eyes, reddish brown hair, a whimsical persona about her most all the time, small budding handful breasts…
	He still had to take the girl in, from head to--well, crotch.  That was all that was important.  To each girl he squeezed their breasts, kissed them on the lips and squeezed their asses, then; his attention returned to Sally.  
	The A/V room had two large conference style tables.  Several extra large desks, a row of books similar to the library across the hall, and a room were jillions of specific visual aids were locked up.  It wasn’t a large room, half the size of regular class rooms.  There was on bank of windows, but they had odd discolored aluminum shutters that extended outward and then were slanted down, the shutters, too, were curved.  Very old style from the mid 50s.  A dozen HUGE trees were directly outside and the risk of anyone chancing a peek inside were kinda nil.
	Cabinets ran along the window wall, creating one long shelf there, too.  Sally Anne was braced against the cabinet and Skyler deftly pressed himself against her.  Somehow he managed to curb his animalistic desire to rip her clothes off and simple unbuttoned her clothes.
	The remaining girls he sat down so they wouldn’t get tired and fall while standing.  
	All the way to her ankles he took Sally’s jeans.  Again he felt his cum oozing about his pubes, Sally was good--a nice pair of tight snug fitting green tinted undies.
	The undies, too, were slid all the way down…
	Skyler was in heaven.  He took an extra few minutes just to linger lustfully at the girl’s poon.  He then hoisted her up onto the cabinet shelf, parting her knees and having another nice looksee at her cunny.
	He soon found himself with his pants and underwear at his own ankles on top of her--grinding his cock against her furriness.  It was glorious!  Glorious!  It was a little clumsy doing up on the counter, but he did what he could.
	For some reason he held off “penetrating” the girl’s cunny.  He wanted her someplace else, he wanted her totally naked, he wanted the situation to be a tad bit more secure.
	So he humped her furry slit until he spilled his load--actually his load exploded from his prick and soiled her and himself and shot up along her bare belly.
	It was fantastic!  He could only imagine (fantasize) what it would actually be like to be IN the soiled cunny.  He vowed that he would.

	Some time was spent suckling on Sally’s titties, kissing her and fingering her.  He knew that he just had to get her totally naked, somewhere.  He desperately wanted to fuck her, pussy, mouth, asshole.  Not necessarily in that order.  He wanted to pee on her, he wanted to see her peeing.  He wanted to tie her up and spank her, turn her delicious tight little darling ass tomato red.
	To Arlene Gallows he stood her up and undone her pants letting them fall.  She wore full brief pinkish nylon undies.  Skyler’s hands slipped inside them and squeezed tush.  He wanted her, too.
	Tonya Seberrean, she had a little “Mexican” in her, she was short for sixteen, lots of dark brown furled hair.  Her personality was a kick, even more chippier than Tammy!  Smaller bust, though, but just as equal in the butt department.
	She was a small girl all around, but that was okay--it made it easier to get her out of her clothes.  Though time was getting short, once he started he found himself totally stripping the girl down and laying her out on the conference/study table.  Butt bare assed naked.  He marveled at her, desired her, drank her in 100%.
	After drinking, he ate.  Seemed the thing to do.  His cock was screaming for attention, but he went down on the girl noshing until he was out of his mind and forced to succumb to the will of his cock.  He brought Tonya up to him, her ass on the edge of the table.  
	Strangely he found that the girl’s cunny was more giving than he thought.  (not a virgin)  His eyes closed as he eased himself into the girl, his toes curled, ass clenched TIGHT, balls snugged up and his cock delved nice and deeply into sixteen year old pussy.
	He moaned.  Groaned.  And wasn’t himself.
	Leisha wasn’t a virgin, either.  Nor Julie.

                                                        *
Descent into Madness
	He tried and tried and tried.  But actually failed to fully comprehend why oh why he was drawn to his best friend.  What was the reasoning behind the desire to butt fuck his best friend?  At least once a week while tredging down an alley, Skyler zapped his friend and slipped him off to a secluded area where he slipped off Mark’s clothes and fucked his asshole.
	He sucked on Mark’s dick, too.  Peed on the boy’s genitals and tried to get Mark’s so-so cock to jam its way up his own asshole.  Mark’s cock wasn’t quite hard/stiff enough, though.  
	One day Mark didn’t come to school.  He was sick.  Skyler found himself walking down an alley alone.  No biggie.  After a large root beer float and a deep fried burrito he continued onward--encountering a pretty little girl who was lingering at a phone poll.
	She was about 8 years or so.  Fairly cute, in a light pink dress, no shoes or socks, though.  Curly blond hair, dimples, twinkling blue eyes.  A real cock pleaser!
	“Where’s your friend?” she asked as Skyler neared.
	“Friend?” Skyler almost stammered.  A bad feeling quickly developed and the hairs on the back of his neck got all tingly.
	“That other boy you walk with.” she replied.
	Skyler gulped and began to sweat.  This wasn’t good.
	Nervously he looked about.  On the left were the backside of street businesses to the main street.  A motorcycle shop, a bar, a mom & pop restaurant, tv repair, antique and second hand shops & stores.  On the right were homes, the side or back of.  Chain link fencing or tall dingy white picket fences, brick, or plain dirty extra dingy board fences lined the property and said alley.  Vines, trees, general refuse partially covered/conceal the fence.
	Most of the homes were single story abodes, with one every so often being two story.  Skyler looked up to the only 2-story abode close at hand.  A window was open that looked directly into the alley.
	“Shit.” he said.
	The little girl, Allison, could see into the alley.
	She smiled sweetly, batting her eyes and being kinda mischievous.
	“I saw you.” she stated.
	‘Double shit.’
	“You and your friend are nasty!” she giggled.  She blushed and twisted about like little girls do.
	‘Shit, shit, double-triple shit.’  this was bad, very bad.
	Skyler looked nervously about; “Sooooo, so you seen us.” he shrugged, “And?”
	He figured the girl probably wanted to blackmail him or something.  Did she know about the Contraption?  Could he whip the device out of his book bag and zap the girl before she ran off screaming?
	Suddenly, though, the little waif grasped the hem of her short kiddie dress that was more of a party dress than anything else.  On closer inspection (later) it was noted that it was well worn, torn in places, faded, and purchased from the second-hand store nearby.
	Quickly did the swishing girlie thing--then quickly raised her dress giving Skyler a “flash” (of gash.)
	Skyler nearly fainted.
	No panties.  Bare hairless poon.
	Another moan escaped Skyler’s throat.  ‘Holy freaking triple ape-shit!’

	“In here.” stealthfully Skyler timidly followed the young vixen.  He was on guard, most of the time, but following the quickly scampering child he was more mesmerized by her form.  His right shoulder brushed along the old style cinder block fence.  It was heavily inundated with ivy but there was a nifty “passageway” that led to a hole in the fence.  The hole led directly into the backyard of the little girl’s home.  
	Skyler was to say the least apprehensive.  Big time.
	“Don’t worry, me mommy is crashed out and wont be awake for a long time.”
	That was kinda good.  Kinda.
	“And your daddy?”
	“He’s in jail.” the girl stated not so happily.
	Into a playhouse in the backyard.  It was sort of pink, sort of run down, needed paint and some TLC--something a daddy should do--but he was in jail so that was out.
	Allison sat down on a small sofa that had no legs.  It didn’t have any cushions, either--but it had pink and white stripes!
	“I want to see it.” suddenly blurted the child.
	Skyler gulped.  “Uh, what?” he asked dumbly.
	Allison gave him that look.  ‘what are you, stupid?’
	Skyler was in a fix.  This was most perplexing.
	“You want to see mine first?” inquired the little girl.
	Skyler was at a total loss for words.
	He shrugged and Allison once more lifted her 2nd-hand dress revealing her most holy of holies.  Skyler locked eyes on the bald poon.  Another moan escaped him.  He was in the business of tweaking the Contraption so it had actually been “offline” for most of the week.  He hadn’t turned it on or used it since the day in the A/V room.
	Allison went on and pulled off her dress.  She was totally naked.
	Her pretty little blue eyes focused on his face, then traveled down to his bulging boner.  “Well?” she said.
	Nervously Skyler freed his bone.
	“Whoa!” said the child.  She smiled and was equally mesmerized.
	Skyler felt a little better, a little more at ease and stroked his penis, tugging the skin down to the hairy base, somewhat lengthening his prong.  He waggled it and deeply desired to stuff the young girl’s mouth.  ‘Suck me.’ he mouthed, thought deeply to himself.
	“Can I touch it?”
	“You wanna touch it?” they both spoke at the same time.  Both smiled and Allison stretched out her hand and somewhat timidly touched the glistening head of Skyler’s cock.
	Gently Skyler placed the girl’s hand on his prong, wrapping her young fingers about the warm shaft and gently working it up and down.
	“Oh yeah!” Skyler said, “That feels GOOD!”
	“You want to touch mine?” Allison asked after a time of masturbating Skyler’s cock.
	‘Does a bear shit in the woods?’
	While Allison stood Skyler hugged the girl, caressing her dainty darling naked little ass, squeezing the cheeks and finger probing her backdoor before leaning back and dragging his finger up and down the hairless cunt.
	“I-I can do something to you that will make YOU feel good.” Skyler almost stammered.
	Allison was all for that.
	Onto the cushionless sofa with no legs Allison was placed.  It was the only furniture in the rinky-dink playhouse, it appeared to have been constructed quickly.  Bringing Allison’s butt to the edge of the sofa, Skyler went down on her, licking her pussy until she squealed.
	It was good.  It was damn good.  It was better without the hair!  He licked and licked, pressing his thumbs into the meat of the snatch and licking like crazy.  She reeked a little of urine, but was clean.
	In a frightful state of being Skyler zoomed up to a sitting position, undoing his jeans and fully freeing his bone.  “You do me!” he said energetically.  
	The young girl made a face, grimaced and stared at the waggling schlong.  Pursing her lips she shook her head.  “That’s nasty!” she declared.
	“Hey!” ‘bitch’  I licked yours!”
	The little girl didn’t seem to care, she closed her legs--fully pissing off the teenage boy.  “Fine.” he said, and quickly came onto her, wrestling with her until his bone began gouging her tiny slit.
	Allison kicked and flailed about and the situation was getting out of hand.  Skyler smacked her bare thigh and for a moment it stunned the child into submission.  With her legs spread wide on the sofa still, Skyler began seriously doing his best to penetrate her.
	The look in the child’s eyes went from horror to totally pissed off.  She was frightened and then scared and then upset.  When she began bawling and being a typical kid who didn’t get his/her way, Skyler smacked her again.  Only this time Allison freaked out.
	Fearing the girl’s screams would alert someone Skyler pushed the girl down on the cushionless sofa, covering her mouth with his hand.  His full weight was more than a match for the young girl; his teen legs pinned her’s to the wooden frame and his teen hood began forcing its way into her.
	But Allison still fussed.  She also bit.  She drew blood.  Skyler very forcefully drove his bone into her young twat and fucked her.  It silenced the child and Skyler didn’t care about any of the potential consequences.  All that mattered was the fuck.

	The blatant sex act caused the girl to bleed.  She was mortified and horrified and remained stunned into submission.  Skyler was a little alarmed himself.  A moment or two was needed for them both to collect themselves.  Thereafter Skyler used his own underwear to clean off the girl’s pussy, then his own bone.  There were dark disturbing thoughts lingering throughout his mind.  Staring into the horrified face of Allison he knew what he had to do.
	It was self preservation.  But he was not that kind of monster.  
	“Y-you gonna tell on me?” stammered Skyler.
	Allion curled up in a sitting position on the sofa, glaring at the still sweating teen boy.  Her lips were pulled in tight and she said nothing.
	“You better not.” Skyler hoped a little threat might help.  But she knew him, or sort of.  She could describe him.  She could tell the cops, her mom, anyone about his habits.  The authorities would come to the school, and probably bring her, and she’d point his sorry ass out.
	BUSTED!
	That wouldn’t do.
	Nope, that wouldn’t do at all.
	But, he couldn’t bring himself to do something ultra horrible to the girl.
	He just couldn’t.
	Could he?
	It was a prompt for him to do the unthinkable.
	It would be madness.  Sheer madness.

	“Suck me,” he said more forcefully than the first time, “suck me or I’ll do you again!”
	This time around, Allison slowly slid off of the sofa.  She was more calmer, face still streaked with some tears.  The wheels in Skyler’s noggin whirred into a heated activity about the sordid situation.  
	Timidly ever so timidly Allison addressed the semi-limp cock.  Skyler pulled on it, waggled it but the thing wouldn’t get hard.  Not until the young Allison began sucking on the head.  She made another face but with Skyler’s hand on the back of her head she soon slowly began devouring the whole member.
	She didn’t like it much but didn’t have much of a choice.
	When she had sucked his cock back to full stiff mode, she was repositioned--turned about, on her hands and knees.  To her backdoor he pressed his fingers, plunging them into the dirt chute.  He squeezed the cheeks and fingered the cunny before applying his tongue to the crack.
	Allison clenched up a bit, wriggled and was no longer the naughty little girl.  She had proverbially bitten off more than she could chew.  No pun intended.
	Slowly ever so slowly Skyler advanced, poking her pert clenching rim with his heat seeking schlong.  
	“Noooooo!” cried out the girl.
	Skyler continued paying the girl no heed and deftly entered her.
	When he was just half way in he pulled out and plunged back in.  and then repeat.  He kept it up until his prick was even stiffer than before and the girl’s hole was more receptive.  Then it was ALL the way to engage in a full butt fuck.
	Allison bawled and carried on sometimes silently and then unduly aloud.  Skyler was in the middle of getting his nut and not about to stop, for anything.  Occasionally he smacked the girl’s ass, “Hush!” he bitched and continued with the sodomy.
	At last, though, he came.
	It was even better than it had been in her pussy.
	He thought he was going to pass out.
	The sensation in his cock was unbelievable.  
	Allison fell away and cringed to the side of the sofa and the wall of the playhouse.  “Asshole!” she decreed to him.
	In a fit of rage Skyler grabbed the girl and pinned her over the wobbly arm of the sofa and began smacking her bare ass as hard as he could.
	When the girl could take no more and neither could his hand, he let her go, pushing her to the floor.  He slumped into the same corner Allison had been in.  he felt ill.  He was ill.  It wasn’t him.  It wasn’t like him to be so monstrous.
	“I’m sorry.” he said on trembling.
	“FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!” the girl screamed at him.  She then suddenly bolted from the playhouse.
	“Oh shit!  Oh shit!  Oh shit!” Skyler grabbed his clothes on and scurried out the one window--but had to dive back in to retrieve his book bag (containing the oh so important Contraption).  (the Contraption was “offline” which was why it wasn’t used in the playhouse with Allison.)
	Skyler ran the remaining distance to his house.

                                                          *

D-Day
	It wasn’t June 1944 in some strange foreign land.  It was Mid-Spring at a packed Department of Motor Vehicles.  The time had come for Skyler Zane to get his full fledge driver’s license.  But he wasn’t alone.  So were jillions of other teens.
	His uncle had come along with “just in case” he failed and took out a pedestrian or phone pole.  He didn’t have a fancy-schmanzy car like some other teen drivers had, nothing in the pickup range or even a van.  No sportster, no recycled vehicle from the military, nothing trendy that would ensure his getting laid the normal way the rest of the school years.
	He had the family 1975 Country ShitBox Special, with fake wood paneling.  A station wagon.  It ran good, wasn’t worn out, didn’t smoke, sputter or shake.
	He waited with all the other dweebs and dweebettes.  He still had an “agenda” to take care of.  The Contraption had been revamped, tweaked near to the max.  New components and diodes and wiring had been installed, but he wasn’t 100 percent certain for sure if they would work as intended.  He had yet to test it.
	Graciously he waited his turn, he had aced the written exam, all that remained was the driving part.  He knew he was a good driver, but was he good enough?
	Outside at the parking lot curb where other fellow students were killing traffic cones, parking askew in the handicap space, running over the cement parking blocks.
	The instructors, those giving the driving exam, varied from fat, obese, huge, and Oh My God It’s Moving Towards Me!  Skyler worried about the latter three, they wouldn’t really fit well in his car.  He couldn’t imagine how the hell they fit in the other cars he saw there, the VW Bug, the two seater roadster, and other various Japanese imports.
	“Are you ready?”
	The voice startled him, he had been on edge as it was since the day in the playhouse.  So far, no cops had come to the school hunting him down.  But with the general bullshit going on around and in the Town as it was, some things took precedent while others took a step down the ladder of importance.
	The voice belonged to a honey.  She was half a head shorter than himself, he was right at 6-foot tall.  She was slender, looked a little haggard, was in her 30s somewhere, basic white girl with a little Italian in her.
	Skyler shrugged and handed over his paperwork.  The woman instructor made for the outside and Skyler followed.
	He didn’t know if he would score points but his parents had raised him right--sort of, he graciously opened the door to the 1975 Country ShitBox with fake wood paneling trim.  The blue paint job was really faded, but the tires were good and the woman didn’t slide into the seat.
	A minor faux pas.  She needed to check to see if Skyler knew his “hand signals.”  also to see if the vehicle was roadworthy, lights, brakes, signals, horn, and would it start.
	Once passing all the preliminary BS, the woman slid in.
	There was more BS, parking, parallel and diagonal, negotiating in-the-parking-lot turns and stops before pulling out onto the DMVs side street and then to real traffic situations.
	“We’re just going around the block.  No freeway.”
	That was good.
	Skyler suddenly got a whiff of the woman’s perfume.  Checking his side mirror on the right he got a brief-brief glimpse of her right tit.  She wore a firm fitting nearly yellow pantsuit that was sorta kinda open at the top.  There was no a/c in the car so the window(s) were down, at 25 mph the breeze spilling into the open side window created a situation whereas--Skyler got a freebie.
	His cock was stiff enough to pop out of his pants and steer the car.
	His balls seized up tight, his asshole clenched, his mind went into overdrive.  He envisioned the woman nude in the backseat.  He envisioned the woman sucking him dry, sucking his balls, everything.  He envisioned boning her up the ass, spanking her and more!
	Somehow he managed to make it “around the block” without killing anybody, hitting another car, running over a curb, or anything causing the woman to scribble on his exam paper.
	Seeing a long line of cars at the lee side of the DMV building where the driving exams were taking place, Ms. Carpenter simply had Skyler pull to the curb at the side street.  He parked where there was shade provided by many trees and shrubs.  The woman began scribbling on his exam, Skyler held off asking if he had passed.
	He DID pluck up his book bag he had been using as an arm rest.  Opening the bag he moved aside his sociology book and crappy math book, then opened the leather satchel containing his Contraption.
	Ms. Carpenter continued scribbling and then--she stopped.
	Skyler heard the telltale sound of the Contraption unit whirring.
	He waited.  One moment, a minute more, a long enduring lingering second and then reached out his hand to the paper.  Leaning to her he saw his final score, 86.  He passed!  He sighed and was relieved.  
	He waited another moment.  Ms. C only breathed.  Slowly he pulled the pen out of her hand.  No reaction.  A light breeze moved some wild wisps of her light brown hair.  
	A nice pert nose she had, light make-up, light application of perfume.  Her features were more stronger to Italian features than earlier had he noted.  He guessed her breasts at 28-34 C.  Gulping hard and holding breath even harder, he touched her lightly, brushing his hand against her left breast.
	Nothing.
	Whew!
	He let out his breath, then let out his cock.
	Taking her hand he got a hand job.  Seeing that there was no security issues he pulled the woman down to him, resting her head on his phallic.  His hand went all over her, slipping inside her whatever yellow pantsuit slacks and inside the panties to grab and fondle ass flesh.
	His cock went into her mouth and with his left hand he worked her up and down.  “Oh suck it, bitch--suck it all!”
	Then, he kicked it up a notch.  
	It took a little doing but he let the passenger seat down.  It laid flat out sorta against the mid passenger seat.  Feverishly he pulled down the odd yellow pants of the pantsuit, leaving the panties in place so as he could take a nice long gander at them.  
	Purple undies.  Some material he wasn’t sure of.  Bikini style, though.
	He couldn’t believe what he was doing.  It was too bold.  Anyone could walk up on him/them.  But the passion overwhelmed, his cock was in command and down came the purple undies.

                                                          *

Descent into Madness II
	Behind the high school where Skyler attended there were the “sumps.”  the sumps were mounds and mounds of dirt hills, dirt from a former oil field.  Debris of various kinds could be found there, too--household refuse appliances, parts of cars, abandoned cars, and an assortment of wildlife befitting 20 acres of abandoned useless land.
	It was a haven, as well, for making out.  High schoolers flocked to the sumps to particular locales to make out, smoke weed, drink beer, and conduct drug deals.
	There were no “roads” specifically, but just well used areas around the great and mediocre dirt mounds.  Skyler had the family wagon parked behind one such mound, the front seats (both) were down and young lovely demure perky Sally Anne was laid out thereon.
	His mind was in high gear, still.  After acquiring his driver’s license he ran some errands for his folks.  One such errand had him at the local bank.  He made the errand but after returning to the car he sat and thought.  And thought.  Farted.  And then thought some more.
	Some really pretty junior high girls walked by and he lost his attention on the bank to the girls’ wiggling butts.  When the girls crossed the street and continued to the residential area home, his thoughts returned to the bank once more.
	In the middle seat were some items he was taking to the local charity organization.  Thinking somewhat clearly he retrieved his old ball cap and shirt.  He tucked his hair up into the cap and with some old make-up of his mother’s smudged his face up.  He changed shoes, too, and put on a pair of old dark shades.  
	Looking into the rearview mirror Skyler saw himself as himself, but maybe no one else would.
	As he approached the bank, he got a bad case of the heebie-jeebies.  Could he actually do it?  Could he go from pervert to bank robber?  He vowed not to get carried away and take ALL the bank’s money, just a little.  It was a test anyways, just to see if it would work.
	But what if it didn’t?
	The Contraption was not fully 100% reliable.  There were occasions whereas the Contraption APPEARED to work correctly but the Subjects remained unphased.
	But he was still on the high from the previous day where he had fucked Ms. Carpenter, driving examiner.  With her yellow knit pants down and purple panties, Skyler laid on the woman and laid her.  His cock easily fit into her womanhood and it was terrific!  The sensation(s) were beyond belief, beyond all his expectations.
	Though there really weren’t much time Skyler unhitched the top button to the woman’s top and flipped up the bra cup, freeing her right breast.  His lips locked about the supple mound and he increased his fucking of the 30-ish something year old woman.
	His cock never had it so good.  His mind went near empty and concentrated solely on banging the beejeezus out of the woman.  Casually a stray thought invaded his void, his mom’s best friend, his dad’s sister’s best friend.  There, too, was Ms. Vinningham, a family friend.  Ms. Hope, his English teacher.  And those two college girls who worked at the grocery store.  And then there was…
	How long it took to get his nut he didn’t know.  He wasn’t into timing the ordeal(s).  He got off on getting off.  He sucked on both titties and then sat back, his cock popping out of the thoroughly drenched cunny.  
	There was no time to linger, however, noises of peoples just beyond the privacy wall of the DMV put Skyler into re-dress mode.  It took time, it was hot and sticky and then there was the funky sex smell lingering in the sullen air.  Skyler hoped to pass it off as ripe freshly ripped fart.
	Re-dressing Ms. C took a little more time, it seemed more complicated.  There was nothing to wipe the woman’s pussy off of his splooge so he just used her own panties, then snugged them up into place.  Once she was re-assembled and the seatbelt back on her, he “released” her.
	She blinked her eyes and tossed her head, she became instantly flush and retched.  She pardoned herself and quickly handed over the paperwork.  She then opened the squeaky heavy passenger door and barfed into the gutter.  She herself farted and then made a maddening dash to the DMV office and to the bathroom.
	Skyler felt kinda bad for her, making her so ill.  It was one of the bad side effects of the Contraption.  But, he had his license!

	At the bank it was all about timing.  It was close to closing time and mid week.  It meant only the tellers, the manager, the guard, and one car in the drive-thru.  Skyler returned to the bank, bowing his head, cocking it to one side--away from the prying security camera at the ATM.
	Once inside he noted that the guard was at the other end of the bank by the other exit/entry doors.  Skyler marched up to the first available teller and she didn’t seem to recognize him.  He then opened his book bag, “I’ve got a deposit to make.” he said in a deeper voice.  It was a ruse to throw the woman off and make her less aware of any potential danger.
	The Contraption came to life and he stared into the woman’s eyes.
	That was part of it.  The next was for the enhancements he had tediously made.  Gulping and sweating he leaned on the counter, locked eyes, sweated, felt deathly ill, and whispered:  “open the cash drawer.”
	Taking note that the woman (who wasn’t a bad dish by the way) didn’t flinch or say anything or look away, around, or do anything for the previous few seconds--it seemed safe enough to proceed.
	With the cash drawer open, the next phase was for her to bring the cash onto the counter.  It was just a test anyways, but he DID look to the left where the great bulky bank safe was open part way.  
	He left the bank vault alone and left the bank with a sizable chunk of change as it was.  He felt kinda badly about it, but--let it go.  Not too quickly he moved away from the bank; the Country ShitBox with fake wood paneling was too large to fit nicely in most of the bank’s available parking spaces so by fluke he had to park in the nearby chain department store.  He went into the store, got an ice cream and came back out.  Two cop cars were at the bank, the alarm had sounded, a crowd was gathering.

	The “take” from the bank wasn’t all that great, he kept some for himself, filled the gas tank, then when his folks weren’t looking stuffed some bills in their “hiding” places.  There was an “emergency” cookie jar he dropped a few extra $20s in, too.  Then, he hid the rest and would continue to help out his folks.  It was the least that he could do…

	Sally.
	Sally Anne Greyson.
	Finally!  
	‘Course, there was Tammy and three other “Lee Anne’s” to do.
	Though it was kinda warm, Summer was near to coming, he took his time.  He wished he had a van.  He wished he had an apartment!  Needing a little extra help in a couple of classes he stayed over after the regular school session.  At 3:30 he walked out and saw Sally standing at the walk-way curb, waiting for her ride.  She was alone.  There was simply no better opportunity.
	After she had been “zapped” he approached her.  He bumped against her and she didn’t respond.  He cleared his throat, burped, and nudged once more.  Sally remained quite and still--unaware of his presence.
	It was then a simple act of walking her across the street to the student parking lot and getting her into the car.  With the new enhancement(s) to the Contraption, brief “commands” on the suggestive wave length invaded the numb mind of the Victim--er, Subject, and processed the commands to follow thru.
	“Walk” and “Get in” were the two primary suggested commands.  And Fifteen year old perky Sally Anne Greyson preformed them perfectly.
	A van, an apartment, someplace cool(er) would be more preferred, but he had the 1975 Country ShitBox station wagon.  It would have to do.  (although, in the back of his mind he knew a few more visits to the bank and he could have enough for a van--and/or an apartment!
	Slowly, despite the oppressive heat, he stripped Sally down.  One piece of clothing at a time.  He took her in, totally.  Admiring her and lusting heavily.  Nice firm “apples”, soft supple skin, a nice not too furry poon.  
	Not too slowly he himself stripped off his clothes then lay his sweaty body on the hapless mindless girl, grinding his cock against her entrance and suckling on her titties.  It was too hot for frolicking, he raised his hips and guided his prong into her body.
	There was some resistance.
	Dire determination, though, cleared the way for full vaginal penetration.
	Sally took the top spot on his Good Fuck Meter.  She made some facial expressions, one of curious “what the fuck is happening to me” and then one of “OW!  That hurts!” followed by a few other distorted expressions.  None of which were alarming or showing signs that the Contraption’s hold on her mind was slipping.
	A sort of rhythm there came to be, Sally lay still but Skyler pumped, rocked, gyrated, and steadied the course of lovemaking.  He knew that it would be even grander if the one being made love to would be able to “react” (in a positive manner) to his doings.  
	He wanted the moment to last, he wasn’t timing how long it lasted or anything, he had heard all the rhetoric regarding how long a guy could last during sex.  He just fucked until the apex of the moment achieved the highest goal.  He could feel his love juices surging through his cock, it was incredible.  It caused him to pump even faster, slamming as hard as he could into Sally’s cunny until there was no more.
	It felt more like a really good piss.
	He was drained.  More drained than he was when he banged Ms. Carpenter.  He lay mostly on Sally’s sweaty body, tweaking her nipples and resting.  His cock languished against her and he consoled it.
	Then freaked out when he brought his hand back coated in blood.
	He calmed down, realizing that Sally had been a virgin, like Allison.  Using her own panties he wiped her pussy off and cleaned his cock.  He then turned her over and for safety’s sake, blindfolded her then secured her hands behind her back.
	Another phase to his depravity was about to begin.

	He couldn’t really remember the last time he had been spanked--er, belted.  He couldn’t remember his mom busting his ass, but a time or two--or three, his dad walloped him with the belt--and once it was a bare ass beating.
But that had been a while ago.
	He didn’t care for being beaten himself, but dishing it out seemed okay.  It was a new euphoria that was almost--almost as good as fucking.  Almost.  He knew and partially understood that it (the beating) was based partly on the premise of “control.”  
	To Sally’s bare ass he laid his hand--like he had done unto Allison.  (she still worried him, too.)  He smacked Sally’s ass until she DID begin to show signs that the pain inflicted was overpowering the Contraption’s hold.  He placed a rag in her mouth, tying it and then pinned her beginning to flail ankles--and continued his assault on her ass.
	When his hand(s) wore out he found the old fan belt in the back area of the car with the flat spare tire and assorted tools did a nice job, too.  The fan belt, though, caused welts and brought some blood.  He stopped and returned to using his hands.  (Skyler didn’t wear a belt)
	Suffice it to say, Sally was awake.  She was highly confused and very muchly frightened.  Blind and gagged and secured, pain to her ass and pussy put the girl into a terrible rant.
	It only insighted Skyler to continue his rear assault, lifting the harrowed girl’s hips, spreading her inflamed cheeks and “putting it to her” backdoor entrance.
	Sally wasn’t amused.
	She firstly got pissed.  Really pissed.
	Then, discovering that she was in no position whatsoever to fight off the assault she became frightened.  She whimpered and tugged at Skyler’s heart.  He closed his eyes and pushed his invader into her anus.

	The sounds of motorcycles prompted Skyler to hurry along his doings to Sally.  Her torment was nearly over.  He dragged her out of the car and laid her against a dirt mound, straddled her and coated her in urine.
	Masturbating above her he watched her wriggling, crying, fussing.
	The sounds of the motorcycles had gone away.
	It WAS getting late, though.  He had to get home.  
	But not before taking the gag out of Sally’s sweet mouth and stuffing her mouth with his prick.
	“Suck me, bitch!” he demanded.  He forgot to change his voice but hoped/figured she wouldn’t attune it to a classmate.  She was too horrified and frightened to make any correlations.
	Sally sucked.  Not very well, she was too upset, frightened, and deeply horrified.  Skyler rocked into her mouth until he was rock hard, then scooted down and re-stuffed her cunny for one more incredible fuck.
Veni Vedi Vici
	With wheels he was mobile and no longer reliant on others for transportation.  He was still kinda bugged out that his wheels was kind of an eyesore.  But most of his driving was at night so the grandiose wagon wasn’t easily seen.  Most of his nighttime activities were concentrated at the local high school, too.
	He had Sally Greyson’s panties.  They were heavily soiled but he had them.  He had several pairs of girls’ panties.  He fondled--er, fondly, remembered each one.  At night in his bed he lay naked with a pair of panties about his rod jerking off.  It was like making love to the girl again.  Often he laid the panty out on his bed and fucked it…
	There were “conquests” yet unfulfilled.  He aimed to fulfill them before the semester ended.  He feared those on his Conquest list would not return for the next year, which would be a bitch.  Already he had missed out on a couple of girls he desperately wanted to shag.  He had no idea what had happened to them or where they had gone off to.  As many as six girls, four he had known since 3rd grade.
	He wasn’t going to let any member on his List slip away.
	But time was short, only a month and a couple of weeks left in the school year.  He had to act fast.
	He began parking on the back street behind the high school, which abutted the “sumps.”  then, risking detention and a visit to his counselor and study hall, he skipped a class (or two) to facilitate his desires of conquest.
	Zena Daws was on the list.  She was a TALL girl, but not athletically minded.  She was fifteen and not bad looking.  She had a nice rack, a great ass, and always seemed to be in a good mood.  Once while at in an elevator together at a class project to visit a downtown court, she farted.
	Like a detective or private sleuth, Skyler got the “habits” of his Intended.  And at a few minutes after the noon bell, Zena didn’t fail him.  She often skipped her lunch period to study.  She was an honor student and ultra skinny.  She ate her lunches packed from home that were a tad bit more nutritious than the crap-slop served at the cafeteria or even the snack bar.
	She made an appearance to the study hall monitor and took a seat.  She munched her lunch of mostly rabbit food--lettuce wrapped sushi and then ducked out to the bathroom.  Five minutes later she emerged to boogie to her favorite study tree.  She never made it.
	The “Sally” incident had brought extra security personnel to the school grounds and there was talk of enclosing the grounds with fences and strict enforcement of not allowing the freshmen and sophomores off the campus.  Sally hadn’t returned to school since her “incident” and Skyler sorta (again) felt badly about it.  He got over it, though, and zapped the next girl, Zena Daws.

	White bikini panties with cartoon caricatures all over.  A nice-nice fully developed muffin of silk-like fine pubic hairs.  Zena had long flowing dark hair and was simply a lovely dish.  Rust colored pants with a flowery almost matching silk top.  There was a misshapen birthmark on her right hip. 
	For close to ten minutes or so Skyler merely laid beside her, butt naked the both of them, fingering her pussy.  Zena stared mindlessly up to the ripped vinyl/cloth headboard--with insulation showing.
	Making insertion to Zena was just as good as it had been with Sally.  He still regarded Sally, though, as top a-number one.  Zena was a virgin, too.  Somehow he managed to go at a slow pace, sucking on her titties, her mouth, and easing into the euphoric trip to the top of the orgasmic thrill ride.	
	Afterwards there was the cleanup.  He was more prepared than the previous time.  Extra rags, some water, moist towelletes.  He also had his cowboy belt, an entwined rope belt. 
	Lifting her legs and planting her feet to the ceiling of the family car, Skyler seriously put it to Zena and fucked her to oblivion.  Himself included.

	Spanking Zena was better than it had been with Sally.  Zena remained mostly under the control of the Contraption, flinching and freaking out some as she became acutely aware that something was terribly amiss.  She was positioned on the middle seat, but laying outward with her knees on the warm dirt.  Skyler standing nakedly outside against the car walloped the teen classmate’s ass to his delight.
	It invigorated his aching cock and he took her in the ass for his finale.

	Stehpanie Garp and Shawnra Gould were done as a two-fer.  Both girls were friends and were seldom ever seen apart.  Both were very pretty, sixteen, and friendly.  Skyler had them pegged for their habits, too.  But since the latest fiasco involving Zena, security had been tightened and the school was in a near lockdown mode.  Not good.  The end of the school year was only weeks away…
	Sooooo, behind the equipment building annex they went, and finding an unlocked back door to the equipment building, they entered into it.  The building housed old and ancient unused weightlifting equipment, unused sports equipment, and building supplies.  Layers upon layers of dust there was with no evidence that anyone was aware of the building or its contents whatsoever.
	There were windows, but grubby enough to prevent anyone from seeing in.  two windows by the main door and one by the rear door.  Skyler had to move some stuff to make room for his shenanigans.
	A skylight via the air vent in the ceiling and what light could filter in thru the windows provided all the light Skyler needed.  It was musty and crowded in the small shed, but he couldn’t be too choosey.  Time was wasting…
	To Stephanie he addressed firstly.  Both girls were equally cute and could almost be sisters--they had similar likeness in their faces, stance, personality, and hairstyle.  Both wore light makeup and reeked of perfume.
	To Stephanie he embraced her, kissing her and squeezing her butt.  She had her shirt tucked in, Skyler tucked it out, then unbuttoned it.  A burgundy shirt (blouse) with very ample titties contained within.  Just a little more than a handful.  Delicate mounds they were, soft to the touch and gave great cause for his cock to scream to a full erection.
	His mind, though, was locked onto her face.  Angelic.  A word to describe it was a simple plain angelical.  There was a period in time, a decade past where there was a hair style trend, music, and all around general demeanor about peoples and their social attitudes:  the disco era.  Stephanie and Shawnra epitomized that era, and it suited them.
	With time not an option he left the shirt on for Stephanie, just unbuttoned with the bra undone so as to release the delicate lovely orbs of delight.  Briefly he sucked on one and then the other, then proceeded to his knees, undoing her jeans.
	“Sweet!” he said, Stephanie wore no panties!  She was a “dirty” girl.  He poon pie was trim very neatly and Skyler noted that the girl was not “virginal”, there were “pouting lips” as opposed to Zena and Sally’s smooth mound.  A few seconds of lightly fingering the poon released the girl’s essence.  
	Skyler somewhat hurriedly worked the girl’s pants down, smoothed his hand all over her ass then turned her around and “bent her over.”  on his knees behind her he kissed her lovely teenage ass, parted the cheeks and dwelt a time licking her corn hole.
	Finding that his finger made easy entry after a few “plunges” inward gave insight that the girl “took it up the ass”, too.  Skyler stood and plunged his pecker into her backdoor, gripping her hips to steady her and deeply butt fucked her to his delight.

	Shawnra was next.  She almost toppled over as he struggled to free her legs from her clothes, she wore panties.  Dark blue cotton undies with duckies all over them.  Her muffin was equally trimmed but just so as there were no wild hairs to sneak out beyond the hem of her panties.  He tucked the panties into his book bag before loving on her.
	On an old wooden desk with plenty of book space Skyler rested/laid out the sixteen year old.  She was stark naked and Skyler wished he had a camera or video camera or something like.  He noshed on her delicate cunny, determining that SHE was a virgin.  
	Not anymore.
	Slowly he eased his prong into her body.  It ached, his cock did.  Badly.  It had just creamed Stephanie’s asshole and had very little time to recuperate.  It was sore and needed at least a day’s rest.
	But there wasn’t time for that.  He endured the anguish and plunged inward, deflowering the teen and fucking her brains out for several long enduring minuets.  He was determined to get his second nut cum hell or high water.

                                                           *

	Neither Stephanie or Shawnra were spanked or even pissed on.  With extra rags and moist towelettes he wiped the girls down, dressed them, and loved on them a little more.  The Contraption was working excellently and he hoped he would hold.  (he had noted that after a prolonged use the Contraption was very warm and sometimes he could “smell” burnt wiring odor.  That wasn’t good.
	Installing a computer fan helped of course, but took time and power.
	Though doing girls two at a time was a time saver, it took too much time and created undue stress.  His cock couldn’t take it and there was the Contraption’s health to consider as well.  So classmate Jan Joles, Arlene Gallows, Leisha Miers, and Tonya Seberrean got waylaid one at a time.  
	Jan and Arlene were waylaid at a basketball game held the school.  It was dark and he happened to chance upon them as they strolled to the student parking lot.  They had been observed sneaking away and caught Skyler’s attention.  They were on his “List” so he followed them.  They were up to something.
	Though the security seemed a big thing during regular school hours, it seemed a little lax during sports events or other social extra curricular activities.  Keeping to the shadows and lightly following the girls and making ahead-determinations of where they were going, Skyler observed the girls making for a car.  Neither girl was a licensed driver, they had come with someone or something.
	The car wasn’t locked or they had a key.  No interior light came on.  Skyler slipped up, took note of a couple teens making out (love) in a pickup, some activity was taking place in other various vehicles, too.  At the car his Subjects were in, Skyler saw the distinct presence of someone “lighting” up.
	And it wasn’t a cigarette, either.
	Skyler didn’t know if the effects of marijuana would interfere with the Contraption’s ability to snag their mind(s) or not, he had to act fast as he didn’t want to test the theory out.
	Having no interior light helped.  Both girls were in the front seat of a small midsize four door late model American POS.  (Piece of Shit)  They had been “zapped” from outside, he didn’t know if they had taken a hit or hits off of the joint or not.  He had come up to the driver’s side and leaned in.
	“Hey!” he said.  He knew them, sort of, they were classmates.
	Neither girl was startled or freaked out or acknowledged his presence.
	He took the joint from Jan’s hand and took a hit himself. 
	Thereafter he climbed into the backseat and contemplated his next move.

	The car was just too small for what he wanted to do.  Soooo, with the girls under the control of the Contraption they took a little walk--to the nearby school park.  No lights, no one about.  The general ambience of the night allowed suitable viewing.  He just walked carefully and held the girls’ hands to guide them lest they stumble.
	Once at the park he stripped them both to the skin.  Them himself.
	It was time for the new enhancements of the Contraption to com to life.  He made a conservative security sweep then spoke his verbal command “Suck me.”
	To his surprise Jan gripped his schlong, pressing her sweet lips to the head and began doing as commanded--sucking him.
	He clung to the naked Arlene, squeezing and patting her bare ass.  He was in heaven, pure heaven!

	After Jan had successfully (and expertly) brought his prick to full strength, he left Arlene and put Jan onto her backside, legs wide open.  He diddled her furry snatch and got the girl to squeam a little.  She tensed up and made Skyler nervous.
	His cock retook command and delved into the girl’s cunny.  Being it was night-ish he could determine if the girl had “pouting lips” or not.  He didn’t care, he pushed into her, found little resistance and fucked her to his delight.

	He moaned aloud his pleasure as he came.  Jan was a lovely girl, a little more plain than the others, short light brown hair, she was almost “boyish” save for the curve of her young delightful body and the twin small busted “B”s on her chest.
	After shooting a massive wad of hot spunk into the girl’s twat, lounging on her, kissing and suckling her, he rested before taking Arlene.
	His cock needed more rest, though, and refused to get stiff enough for plunging.  So he spanked Arlene’s ass with it.  Arlene he placed on her hands and knees and then walloped her ass with his prick.  He wished oh how he wished he had a van, it would be more private and he could spank her to his whim.
	After several enduring moments of spanking her with his sore dick, fingering out her asshole and pussy, his cock was sufficiently stiff enough to penetrate her virgin rim.
	He was right at the brink of orgasm when a flashlight stabbed into the darkness, “What the fuck!?” a man’s voice called out.

	He had made it to the faculty parking lot before he realized, 
	“Shit!”  “Piss!”  “Fuck!”  “Son-of-a-bitch!”  he had left his book bag containing the ever so important Contraption.  “God-fucking-damn it!”  his heart was beating near out of his chest.  A piece of glass was imbedded in the meat of his bare foot, he was still naked.
	The light of the park ranger had tried to keep up with the naked rapist, but the naked one had fled too fast and there were too distraught girls to take care of, the ranger was alone--budget cutbacks.
	He was on his radio, though.  Sirens were heard blaring, the nearby fire station had come to life with the blaring of it’s engine coming to life.  Skyler had to retrieve his book bag.  
	The faculty parking lot had a few cars in it, it was not well lit so it helped shield him while he dressed.  He had managed only to grab his shirt and jeans.  Nothing else.  This was not good.  Nope, not good at all!