August Moone
Book 3
Sidetrips
Chapter 28
Fart Knockers and Other Explosions

School Daze
	Mr. Thomas gave a LONG answer to a short question:  why does this gadget flip out my mind?  The answer wasn’t short and wasn’t spoken in English.  But the gist of it was something to the effect that the power out was intercepting brain waves of his own mind and complicating things as he was himself trying to “complicate” another mind.
	The end result was a contradiction and as the power out of brain waves from the Host was stronger, there was a general feedback that ultimately created extreme distress in the mind which cascaded throughout the body.
	Hmmmm, clear as mud.
	Mr. Thomas worked on the gadget, keeping it a couple of days.  Chris almost didn’t want to go back to receive it--it was more trouble than it was worth.  Not exactly true, though--it had benefits.  
	During the two visits he and Harold got to bone the missus, and all the little missus, too!  There was an “extra” in the basement, converted cellar.  Mr. T had chilled out a little from his ultimate plan of “acquiring” extras as the town was kind of in an uproar over recent kidnappings and unexplained sexual deviancy.
	He knew who the culprit(s) were.

	Chris was leery of the Pen Flasher, but Mr. T had promised the gadget shouldn’t interfere with his noggin works again.  Shouldn’t.  It might and could and might.  He hadn’t much chance to chance it and see how the new fangled gizmo worked, there was work to be done at home and then…school!
	It was a necessary evil.
	Harold, though, still avoiding possible recognition and subsequent capture, didn’t get to go.  He stayed with Carl Mitchell and then with Mr. Thomas…
	Chris had some “acquisitions” lined up for Mr. Thomas; school mates, bitches Brandy couldn’t stand and wouldn’t mind seeing in deplorable conditions and acquaintances of Chris & Harold.
	Garret was a part of the mix (again.)  that was okay with Chris.
	The first day back to school, Chris did very very little in the way of utilizing the Pen Flasher--he was leery and very cautious.  He touched basis with Brandy, then looked up/hunted the bitches Brandy couldn’t stand as well as a few girls Chris/Garret/Harold wanted to keep tabs on.  A new teacher had arrived at the school, too--she was a likely candidate for the Mitchell Dungeon--a VERY likely candidate.
	First up to take an encounter with the refurbished Pen Flasher was Wanda White.  There was something a little “odd” about the 7th grader, she was smart, rode on the regular LONG bus, had girlfriends and was not a bad looking girl--she was just a little strange.
	She was also in the library of the school in the early morning of the mid week of “back to school.”  Only a few other students were in the library, it was a large room, more long than it was wide.  An office at one end, a private/listening room at the same end, then the library itself was somewhat sectioned off with a “C” shape of in-library use only, encyclopedias and huge heavy volume books in their own bookcases semi-surrounding/incasing the main book area.
	Wanda White was perusing the book area, Chris and Garret noted her, Garret desired her.  The fat lady manning the office was not in and didn’t pay much attention to what went on in the library anyways.  Chris and Harold eased into the book area and flanked Wanda.
	Wanda perused the 567 area--dinosaurs.
	The bookcase surrounding the inner library was high enough to shield onlookers, the bookcase being 4 ½ feet high.  Wanda was moved to the back wall.  Garret stepped up behind her.  He was truly unaware of the magnificence of the Pen Flasher--and remained so.  Chris had “zapped” him, as well, only to the point of he being unaware of the gizmo Chris operated.  Other than it was a simple case of actually overwhelming the Subject to their whims.
	Chris pressed himself up against Wanda, fingering her between her legs while Garret pressed himself against from behind, going up and down her body, squeezing her butt and breasts.  Wanda was okay, a mid-shoulder length dark haired girl, dark eyes, a well rounded face, a pretty face, too.
	She had a nice butt and medium sized cantaloupe tits.
	Garret worked her white knit shirt up and helped himself to test squeeze the fleshy mounds.  He worked his hands down and began fumbling about to undo the buttons on her white semi-tight jeans.
	Chris’ cock was busting.  He squeezed Wanda’s cunt and his mind whirred, so many bitches, teachers, cheerleaders.  Mr. Thomas had made adjustments and upgrades to the handheld gizmo, increasing its durability, its actions, its ability to have lasting power with little to no side effects.
	The Pen Flasher was now capable of more than before, capable of doing things in a mass(ive) manner; overwhelming a large group.  But, it was a small device and those things despite the upgrade and power supply still didn’t mean the possessor couldn’t just willy nilly  have the Pen doing mulit-tasking.  
	Chris understood, he would have to limit his over use.  His cock was in agreement with that.  He continued on with Garret doing deplorable things unto Wanda.
	Her white pants were lowered.  Garret fished out his cock and sneaked it inside her underwear, his hands trembling as he went up and down her cheeks and side.  Chris pressed his lips to Wanda and worked her shirt up enough so as to get at her so-so delicious delectables.
	Garret worked the girl’s panties down and his cock between her legs.  Chris stepped back and guided the young gal to have a gobble of his cock, Garret fingered her asshole then inserted his Big Finger.  She was tight and possibly virgin.  With a strong steady grip of her hips Garret entered the girl and sank himself fully.	
	Chris held off probing her mind, he was fearful of losing control and getting one of those Pen Flasher side effects.  He didn’t care for them and it could leave him in a precarious situation.  He did get to determine that Wanda White was a cocksucker, she took to sucking Chris’ bone like a pro, making slurping sounds and working the organ in her mouth.
	Garret pumped steadily and suredly.
	Chris chanced it and probed lightly into the girl’s noggin.
	She WAS a cocksucker, and an avid one, too.  Not a brother, uncle, or father.  Little boys.  Young boys, boys she babysat for, boys she knew closely as close friends but a year or two (or three-four-five) younger.  She also let them bang off in her asshole.  Her pussy, though, was for fingers and tongues, no cock.  But that wasn’t to say that she WASN’T a virgin in the twat, she had sexual relations with bananas, cucumbers, bed posts, bottles with long necks, etc.  just no dick.
	Garret pounded, humped, thrusted, then began a bout of straining.  He pumped and jerked and became lathered in sex sweat.  Chris emptied a load into Wanda’s mouth, she was not opposed to slurping cum, either.  Chris emptied his tool then humped on her face until he felt his knees giving.
	She was laid out on the floor, legs spread with Garret noshing on her pussy.  Chris held back, there were plenty of other bitches, sluts, cunt queens to visit and he wanted to hold off as long as possible.

	A girl Garret was strongly interested in was a one  Allison Ann Gough.  She hailed from Texas, she was new, she was cute, she was the daughter of a minister--of what denomination wasn’t clear, supposedly Baptist.  She wore typical jeans, bell bottoms, dresses and skirts.  She had very pleasing breasts, a nice ass, a good personality and was popular in just the few days of her arrival.
	Long silky brown hair, sometimes it was styled in feather-style of the mid & late 70s.  Garret was enamored with her.  He yearned for her inasmuch as he had yearned for his so-so girlfriend Lee Anne.
	A few minutes after having their encounter with Wanda they encountered Allison.  Allison was in company of her newest best friend, Ingrid Beemer.  (Inga)  A nice girl in her own right, more rounded face and butt, same size (or so) titty department and a few cunt hairs taller than Allison.  She was a religious girl, too, but neither of her parents were ministers or other.
	The Subjects were at their lockers in an annex building.
	Ingrid wore rust colored corduroys and a silk blouse with fall leaves all over it.  A nice tight crotch, no camel toe.  She was shapely and Chris yearned for her.  His cock so far was tolerant--but like the Flash Pen there WAS a limit.
	Chris debated about Q&A, it was the most intriguing portion of the whole sordid ordeals.  But he found that with the new upgrade of the Pen Flasher he was allowed a more concise peek-a-boo into the Subject’s mind, seeing “pictures” rather than “Answers” to posing “Questions.”  
	Either or suited Chris.  He didn’t want to put any undo strain on the Pen Flasher, having it become disabled while he was shagging some girl was not a good thing.
	He “saw” in Ingrid the girl furiously frigging her self.  Chris saw what appeared to be like … like looking through a pop bottle, the outer circumference was fuzzy and there was only viewing straight down the middle and it was from the Subject’s view point.
	Garret’s attention was solely on Allison.
	He took some time to admire her, so up close and personal-like, he was overwhelmed himself.  Allison was not a cheerleader but in the choir, a churchy kind of girl, and hung with a different crowd than Garret.  But Garret longed for her, big time.
	His hands came to her bodacious ta-tas.  He squeezed them, groped, tweaked then took his hands up under her shirt and did the same thing.  Chris by then already had Ingrid’s pants undone and worked down to mid thighs.  The area they were in was semi-secluded--in that the corner they occupied space in was at the crook of an “L”.  The short end of the “L” had a pair of doors that opened to a small hill that was a soccer field.  The science annex building was right next door.  Being early in the morning, not yet 8 O’clock, no one was crowding the campus or pre-wandering the halls.
	Chris had his cock sliding up and down Ingrid’s furry snatch by the time Garret had begun undoing Allison’s pants.  Chris copped a feel of Ingrid’s ass, squeezing and reeling in the squeezing.  His cock pressed against the girl’s snatch hard--he peeked into her mind a little more, noting that someone else was with her where she was friggin’ her box.  The cone-shaped viewing made it difficult to see beyond the “bottle” view, no peripheral vision and not much in “distance”, either.
	Then Allison came into view.  She was naked and crawled onto the bed where Ingrid was.  Chris watched with awe as she sat Indian style and frigged herself.  She appeared to be “high.”  
	Chris chanced it, ‘Do you and Allison lick each other out, between the legs?’
	Feebly the answer came, ‘No.’
	Chris asked if she “wanted” to.
	She did.  Chris smiled.  She did.  	
	Did Allison, what about Allison.  How far would the Baptist teen go?
	Actually, how far HAD she gone?
	Chris so noted with a slight peek into her mind while her errant lover was on his knees, working her jeans down and taking a long gander at her fur pie--that Allison DID want to suck on Ingrid’s cunt, her titties and feel Ingrid’s tongue in her.  Chris also so noted that Allison was getting it on with her younger brother, a boy of ten.  They fully had sex, in her room, his room, bathroom, and various other places in their new house.  
	Chris also saw the two having wild rampant sex in a setting that appeared to be a church!  Sacrilege!
	Chris made love to Ingrid standing up, working her clothes down just enough to be able to grab them up in case of an emergency.  His cock was out of his zipper slot and into the girl’s personal private slot.  The angle of the dangle wasn’t quite right or desirable, but--close counts.
	Garret had Allison’s shirt off and her bra cups flipped up.
	Her jeans and undies were at her ankles and the boy feverishly tongued her, turning her about and performing anal love.  Chris held off going full bore on Ingrid, he looked down both corridors--noted the kids lingering at the far entrance.  A teacher came in but headed into the faculty lounge.
	After Garret’s tongue had had a sufficient workout in Allison’s asshole and cunt, he inserted his love tool and humped his fill, spanking her as he fucked.  Chris brought his aching schlong to Allison’s expert cocksucking mouth and enjoyed his second blow of the day.

	Garret had a few girls on his “list” that he wanted.  Class associates, they were in a different English class, a middle school speech & debate class.  Garret liked, (LIKED) giving speeches, dramatic speeches, humorous, and such as the like like there.
	The class Chris checked out, twenty-two students plus the instructor.
	He sighed.  Twenty-three, could the Pen Flasher zap them all?  Could it hold them, maintain them while the selected few were fondled and groped?  He didn’t know.  He lingered out in the hall and ducked into an alcove, then loitered by the drinking fountain while the time ticked by, allowing sufficient time for the class to fill up with its assigned students.
	When after twenty minutes had elapsed, Chris eased up to the door which was set into an alcove of its own--as were all the doors of the school.  The door had a small oblong window.  Garret sat in the far back.  Chris feared a messenger from the office would come.  He waited another ten minutes then carefully-carefully opened the door a crack.

	Garret stared at Cammie Dewes.  She was a perky kinky haired red head, fresh face, bubbly, outgoing, very friendly.  She had a GREAT ass and never wore a dress.  A nice girl.  She was always in the company of her best friend, Gayle McWilliams.
	The other girls were okay, too; Becky Anne Gory, Daisy Woolery, Quasar Franks, Teresa Winkle, Vera Balz, and Zena Gawes.  Lovely-lovely girls, 13 & 14, all with remarkable talent, beauty and sexual draw.  
	Garret was beside him with joy.  Joy and Lust.  He firstly could only stand and stare and admire--followed by petting, caressing, and groping, heavy on the groping.
	Cammie was the first grope, her breasts and then ass.  He pulled the young teen girl into him virtually fucking her standing up, seriously squeezing her ripe young tender melons and then her ass strongly desiring her beyond belief.
	With Gayle it was almost the same.
	Then there was Becky Anne Gory.  Becky was--perky.  Very-very perky.  Short kinky brown hair and a very round face with a few dozen freckles.  She was cute.  Cute & Perky.  She was short, too (undertall.)  But she had a great personality, a nice ass, hand sized tits.
	Chris took pleasure with her, squeezing and lifting her shirt up.  Cautiously he would glance about the room to make sure all were zombiefied and perplexed--and not noting what was happening to the girls of the class.
	Daisy Woolery.  She was 14 yrs young but passed easily for 12.
	Quasar Franks, like Wanda in the library, another weird chick, but from a different angle; Quasar was very versed in literature, gothic and otherwise.  She would fit right in as an Addams family member or some other creepy family.  She was a tall girl with long-long dark hair.  The nipples of her breasts always showed thru whatever she was wearing, currently she wore an odd green type dress that was tight and from a style long long ago.
	Garret continued his frolic with Cammie and Gayle.
	Taking a chance Chris undone Becky Anne Gory’s jeans and eased them down.  He then sat in a desk chair and checked her.  Becky, Wanda, Daisy, Cammie, all of the cheerleader five, a few extras, a couple of the teaching staff, the nuns, all would be well suited for the Mitchell Family Dungeon, to fuck and molest and do whatever at leisure.
	He sat admiring the girl, watching casually the rest of the class as well as Garret taking Cammie to the floor, pulling her pants and panties to her ankles.  Chris worried slightly that the Pen Flasher would go awry and leave him hanging, the class students would all suddenly “awaken” and…
	Chris wondered if he could fake it and pretend HE, too, had been zombied?  Could he reinitialize the Pen?  Could he make the door before the screaming started?
	Becky’s ass felt wondrous to his bare hands, he slipped his hands inside her panties squeezing her ass and digging into the crack.  Garret was riding Cammie, he was “in” her; she was NOT a virgin.  She wasn’t a slut, either; she semi willingly gave it (her pussy) up to her horny older brother.  He was the only one.  She worked his cock a few times, whacking him off.  He in turn gave her his allowance and took her places.  He DID wear a rubber as neither of them wanted Cammie pregnant.
	She didn’t suck or take it up the ass.
	Her friend was not so much a virgin, either--but she was not into guy cock.  Secretly she got laid by the family dog!  (Damn!  Another one!)  
	Chris lowered Becky’s panties and sized up her wondrous thirteen year old poon. Becky WAS a virgin.  She fingered herself and deeply and earnestly thought of getting dicked, but feared some lame disease and getting pregnant.  She wasn’t really ready for sexual relations with a boy (or dog), just typically curious.
	His finger probed the girl’s cunny, Cammie moaned and fluttered as Garret brought her to the brink of orgasmic bliss.  He drove his pecker into her, straining hard then jerking and driving into her much like a piston rod.
	No longer able to stand it Chris rendered young Becky naked.  
	Cammie gushed orgasmically, Garret unloaded deeply and sat back admiringly, watching the cum juices mingle and flow out of her naked twat.  He massaged his organ and sized up Gayle.
	Chris had Becky occupy his lap, his cock pressing against her pussy and then her asshole.  Deftly he made anal penetration into her backdoor, squeezing her cheeks and making steady progress.  His own eyes fluttered and he struggled to maintain.  Becky flailed about a little herself and peed on him.
	Garret moved on Gayle, stripping her down but not removing any clothing.  He lay on her, suckling her bare breasts and fingering furiously her cunny.  His actions finally enticed his cock and he entered her.
	Chris emptied cock juice into Becky’s asshole.  He took note of the time, the teacher, the fellow classmates.  The teacher was a brooding middle aged fart who was sometimes jovial and sometimes asshole.  The classmates all sat staring mindlessly.  The time was getting short.
	Teresa Winkle Chris went for next, Garret continued on his efforts fucking deliriously Gayle.  Chris cock was still sore, he determined that he probably actually needed a month, if not more, of totally laying off fucking.  That included even jerking off--that included even THINKING about pussy.
	Teresa Winkle was a short-short girl, short straight thin hair, kinda shy and not so outgoing.  Probing quickly into HER mind Chris discovered she was getting banged by her father and uncle.  On a semi regular basis during card games.  She too was a part of the “pot”, she was put up as collateral and should her father lose a hand in poker, she either sucked the cock of who won the pot, or spread her legs (or ass cheeks.)
	Chris didn’t share this info with Garret.  He took pity on the young girl and let her be.
	Vera Balz was a curious girl, she was tall, slender-slender-slender, small busted, way too happy-go-lucky.  She was a finger banger, other than that she was virginal.  She was “aware” of what boys looked like, she had a younger brother herself and babysat for young boys.  
	Then there was Zena Graves.  She wasn’t a boy lover but a girl lover, she looked good, sounded good, was good.  No one knew she secretly had sexual desires for girls, young girls.  Girls her age (14) were okay, but she preferred girls no older than 12 years.  She also was an exchange student from the Land Down Under, Australia.
			   	
The Fickle Finger of Fate
	Fearing unwanted side effects, Chris chilled out the use of the Pen Flasher for the rest of the school day, not that he wasn’t tempted to tempt fate.  He managed to hold off. 
	His worst temptation came when spotting the Cheerleader-Five.
	He ached, debated, considered, and rationalized that he probably could utilize the Pen Flasher, it hadn’t been all that overworked. 
	But he didn’t.  he let them be, for now.
	Another temptation was the gym.  The Girls Gym specifically.  That was a toughie, to hold off rendering himself invisible and waltzing among the pretty young naked damsels.  He fantasized about visiting the local high school, wear the damsels were a little older and had more to offer.  
	During lunch he brooded.  With the Pen’s new abilities he essentially could make himself more of a pest than ever before, going into peoples’ homes, waltzing boldly into a bank, any store and out again with whatever he wanted!
	But he fretted that it the critical point:  his hands groping young ladies, himself naked, his cum drying on some girl’s poon and face, under his arms were stacks of ill-gotten booty--and the Pen Flasher ceased functioning thusly disabling its mind hold on those around him.
	Not good.  No, not good at all.
	In his 6th period class, American History, he continued to fret.  He also had a burgeoning fart bubble pestering him, it was twenty minutes into the class with at least 35 more enduring minutes to go.  He had to break wind, but Chelsea Gleaman to his right, Heather Boltwright behind, Dana Boles to his left.  Ripping a significant butt blast now would have resounding effects.
	A new teacher there was instructing the American History class, she was from the City and Chris liked her.  Harold hadn’t met her yet and would be envious of her.  Unless of course Chris somehow managed to get her to the Mitchell Family Dungeon!
	Ms. Beverly Watterbarger was her name, she was in her mid twenties, dark hair, dark eyes, long limbs, lovely ass.  She wore gray slacks and Chris was in aguish over her.
	The pesky fart in his anal tract continued to give him fits.  If he were surrounded by guys he wouldn’t care and let the bad boy out.  But cutting loose with girls in his vicinity wasn’t a cool idea.  And no on the raising of the hand to ask to be excused to go to the bathroom, that was childish and embarrassing.
	He feasted his eyes on Ms. Wattenbarger’s ass as she scribbled stuff on the blackboard.  She had panty lines, nice ones.  He could see her bra, she wore a white silk blouse with flowers.  She was friendly and all and sweet and … and Chris wanted her.  
	The agony of holding his asshole tight began to interfere with his thinking.  There was only one escape.  He debated, contemplated, agonized, then gripped the Pen Flasher in its leather holder inside his shirt.

	A minute at least was wasted while he reveled in the deed that was done, it was almost as good as cumming off.  The funk of his offense wasn’t so bad, he wondered if a zombiefied mind would be effected by offensive smells.  SO far even the pain of deflowering had little to do to overwhelming the overwhelmed mind, but was that the same as a raunchy butt blast explosion from a guy’s asshole?
	Chelsea Gleaman to his right sat proper staring straight ahead.
	Heather Boltwright sat staring at her paper, fingers entwined in her coal black hair, chewing on her hair, eyes non-blinking, mindless.  Dana Boles sat almost asleep, very bored.
	All three girls were like all 22 students in the class, zombiefied.
	Ms. Wattenbarger stood still at the front of the class.  Chris stood and let a little more of his raunchiness escape.  None of the girls in his area made any indication that they were aware.
	He turned and faced Chelsea Gleaman.  He touched her.  His finger against her face, holding her hand.  Holding her hand he brought it to his crotch.  He watched her for any reaction.  Any.  
	There was none.  The funk of his fart still lingered but was steadily dissipating.  Chelsea did nothing.  He had her finger fondle/grope his balls, he closed his eyes and felt a little faint--he added Chelsea to his “list.”  The Cheerleader-Five were already on the List, Brandy Bitches was there, a few other girls Chris and Harold (and Garret) knew, those nuns, all deeply embedded on the Dungeon List.
	  With no reaction whatsoever from Chelsea, Chris unfurled his schlong and had the girl grip it.  Still no reaction.  Up against her face he went, humping and pressing the bulbous head into her sweet-sweet mouth.  Her mouth (automatically) parted and accepted his dong.
	He didn’t risk the chance of probing her mind to see if she was an “expert” cocksucker, that would come later--when she was tied up, naked, and being doinked by his father, Garret, Mr. T. and Harold all in the Dungeon.
	Time was short so he moved on, keeping his dong out.
	He squeezed the melons of Heather and humped the side of her face.  Dana Boles he had stand up, she was wearing a short mid-thigh skirt, checkered with crisp white skin tight/snug fitting undies.  She was a bit of a flirt and Chris liked and she even sometimes smiled/winked at him.  She looked French, spoke French, but wasn’t French.  Her family was so-so well off and Dana sometime so-so flaunted herself as being more than she was or her family was.  But it was for show and nothing more.
	She was soft.  She smelled GOOD.  Chris lowered her panties and lingered a few moments caressing her soft supple smooth ass.  He loved on her, his cock against her pussy, the lust building and building to climax.  Could he bust her cherry, WAS she cherry?  He didn’t want her to freak out “afterwards”, he knew her and that was just too close.
	After easing her down onto the floor her legs he did open and took a long lustful gander at her snatch.  She was a virgin.  He popped his neck and then went to town on her, eating her pussy and sending her body into euphoria.
	After slicking up her cunny sufficiently he guided his missile against her furry cunt and humped the gash there before plunging inward and fucking madly.
	Her young sweet face contorted as his cock breeched her hymen, his own eyes fluttered as he pierced her womanness.  Long dark hair she had, blue-blue eyes, long narrow face, thick pouty lips.  She was quite the dish.  Chris nailed her and floored her.  Her pussy was the tightest!  His cock, though, still demanded union rights to boycott cunt plunging.  It needed serious “time off.”  A few days or a week just wouldn’t do it, a whole month of non-fucking, non-hand jobbing, non-activity was demanded--period!
	But once the motion was carried the action was no longer debated.
	While screwing Dana on the floor he thunk up Brandy, her mother, the little sis.  Mr. Thomas’ children and wife.  Those nuns, Sister Rose and Sister Agatha.  His sister and her friend, Shelly.  Then all those bitches Brandy couldn’t stand, the bitches Chris and Harold knew personally and semi-personally.  Those bitches at Olde Towne Cartersville.
	Then all the others, girls (and boys) he didn’t know but saw in every day life.  He longed for them all and secretly wished he had a replaceable cock.  Yeah!  That was it, when his old cock got too tired and shagged out he would simple replace it with a new cock, a bigger cock!  Or a cock that was capable of being different sizes whereas it would fit properly the pussy, or mouth, or asshole it was fulfilling!

	More fulfilling was Ms. Wattenbarger. 
	Those gray knit slacks drove Chris.  Her bouncy dark brown hair, slight Italian looks, her general appeal all around.  After dealing with Dana, using her own panties to clean off her broken-in cunny, he hitched up his clothes and stepped up behind the teacher.
	With his arms wrapped about her Chris wasted no time sneaking a feel of her crotch, fingering her and probing in earnest.  Then up to her stomach area and then one hand snaking inside her slacks with the other copping a feel of her breasts.
	His cock freshly recovering from a decent virgin busting fuck pressed against Ms. Wattenbarger’s ass.  With trembling fingers he worked the woman’s slacks down.  French-cut undies she wore.  Nice.  Purple.  Thin.  Chris felt himself melting.  She was--incredible.  More than he could imagine.  His cock ached.  His head pounded, his tongue lolled.
	On her desk the young woman was laid, her gray slacks and purple panties on the floor, her legs spread wide, ass right on the edge.  Chris nailing her in quick time.  
	She wasn’t a virgin, but her pussy was pleasing to the cock just the same.  Her blouse he had undone and flipped up the bra cups, while he pumped her he suckled the breasts.  It was too bad Garret or Harold couldn’t be a part of the shenanigans, they would love it.
	After pulling out of Beverly’s pussy his cock--his cock was once more desensitized.  It didn’t actually ache, it was beyond that.  A wad of hot juicy sticky cum juice filled the teacher’s cunny, oozing out.  The woman breathed hard, her nipples were perky and erect, she was awash in a sheen layer of sex sweat.
	Chris rested against the chalkboard tray massaging his organ--he thought he saw one of the girls in the class move her head.  Dana, still on the floor he thought he saw move, too.  He himself was naked, butt bare ass naked, cum dripping from his cock.
	There was five minutes before end of class…

                                             *****

A Pirate’s Life, Argh!

	Sipping his malted and surreptitiously scratching his balls he feasted his eyes on Amber Gould and Renee Luster.  High school girls they were, sophomores.  A blond and brunette.  Both cute, damn cute.  Amber, the blond, stood shifting her weight/ass as she leaned on a table yapping with her friends, the booth therein was crowded with boys who didn’t seem to be too interested in her body as was Chris was.
	A mother and a pair of sweet little ones came in.
	Sister Rose entered the establishment.
	A girl working at the local hardware store came in, she was about 20 or so and Chris desired her badly--she wore black knit slacks and had a most appealing ass.
	Chris couldn’t take it anymore, he had to boogy.
	The recent escapade in the classroom had been something, he had indeed managed to overwhelm the entire class, he had fucked his teacher and got off on Dana, too.  There didn’t seem to be any side effects.  Desperately he wanted to slip into the girls’ gym, take a shower with them, fuck their silly little cunts, watch them in the bathroom, dress-undress.
	The upgraded Pen Flasher was marvelous, if not overwhelming--not in the sense that it was what it did--overwhelming, but on a more esoteric sense of overwhelming the user--its powers were incredible--if not alarming.	
	He had the option of taking the bus or riding his bike home.  He chose to lollygag and let his malted shake settle before peddling home.  He also lingered outside the adjacent business which was a camera shop, waiting/watching for those he was highly interested to come back out of the ice cream shop.
	A fire truck screamed out of its own building a block away and raced up the street.  For no particular reason than simply fucking because Chris gave chase.
	A small house some blocks further was burning.  Chris watched with the other lookyloos and then continued on his way.  He went thru an alley and then up along a street in a residential neighborhood.  He knew that in essence he could easily waltz into any household in the area and have his way with anyone who was within.
	Could he be that bold?  He had nailed Dana on the floor of his classroom, and then there was his teacher, Ms. Wattenbarger, totally naked he made her and fucked her brains out on her desk.  If there had of been time he would have tried for the backdoor, too!
	The urge to pee struck him, the malted and three sodas were filling his bladder and he had to go.  And whatever that crap was that was in the lunchroom was working on his bowels.  He was far from any proper bathroom, the residential area he was in was the last area before the open meadows and the road out of town towards home.
	Into an alley he went again and found a huge fence concealed by ivy.  No one was about, all was quiet and serene.  Inside the ivy he wasted no time unfurling his aching organ and watering everything in sight.
	Afterwards he rested a moment, farted and felt the stirrings of a great “log” making its way along.  He managed to pinch the loaf back and proceeded to leave and make his way home.
	Would he tell his best bud about what had happened in the class, in the library?  He thought not.  Maybe he would, maybe not.  Swinging his leg over his bike he paused.
	Something “flashed” in his mind.
	He blinked his eyes and shook his head.  ‘What the fuck?’ he said to himself.  But there was nothing.  A curious “drone” was in his ear and there was a slight dizziness, too.  He gripped the handlebars of his bike to steady himself--and there it came again, a “flash.”
	It was brief and not much information could be cleaned from it.
	Now Chris concentrated and waited for the next one.
	It came seconds later.  But again there wasn’t much to it, but it seemed to be something like there was a room.  With the next proceeding “flash” there were people in the room.
	Chris closed his eyes and pinched the loaf in his anal tract again, his cock ached and he gouged it with the heel of his hand.  He began to calm himself and not worry, focusing on the “flash.”
	It came.
	It went.
	It came again and lingered a few seconds longer than the first time.
	It went.
	It came.
	It went.
	It came and lingered a few seconds longer than the last few seconds longer the last time.
	It went.
	It came and Chris let himself “go.”  total relaxation, he sighed, and blocked out the urges in his bowels, his loins, his mind.  He blotted out the heat, the sweat trickling down his neck, the itch of his balls, the birds, and everything intrusive to his mind.
	The image came but not in a flash.  The cone shape viewing like he had had before, but it was clearer and he could see better side to side and all around.  He saw a bedroom.  A girl’s bedroom, quaint and not overdone.  The bedroom door was closed.  A girl about 13 stood pulling off her pink top.  A boy stood before her, he appeared to be older, a boyfriend Chris concluded.
	The boy was already topless and stood merely in his underwear.
	The girl’s pants were off, as well.  She was smiling as was the boy.
	The girl undone her bra and dropped it on the floor.  She then slid her pink underwear down and stepped out of them.  The boy slid his briefs down and plopped himself down on the girl’s bed, masturbating his hard cock.
	The girl went down on him.  She went to her knees, sized up his cock and then began stroking it.  She then began sucking on the head, squeezing the organ and pulling the skin tight at the base.  She then popped the member into her mouth and devoured him wholly.
	The girl worked the cock while the boy worked the girl’s head, pumping into her mouth, caressing his ass and reeling in the blowjob.  The girl worked the cock, going faster and faster, pulling her head back and furiously jacking the cock and at the pivotal moment she re-engulfed the dong and received the boy’s spunk.
	The boy laid out on the bed, the girl sat back smacking her lips.
	Chris popped his neck and was about to go on when he was directed to something more.  It was discovered that it was not exactly the two teens in the bedroom that had initially alerted him, but someone slinking in the shadows alongside the house--spying.
	Chris focused on the peeker.
	He seemed to be a normal fella, dressed casual enough in jeans and a short sleeved shirt.  He bore a nominal beard of black; his hair, too, was thick and black with enough to form a sort of pony tail in the back.
	He had something in his hands, a black box.  Chris grew more and more curious and focused more and more attention to him.  This attention was distracted with sudden movement from with the girl’s bedroom:  the boy flying out of the room cuddling his clothes, the girl quick hustling into her clothes and leaving the bedroom.
	Where the boy went couldn’t be ascertained.  Where the girl went could be seen intercepting a woman, assumably the mother.  Chris was in a pickle, to leave the Peeker or to move to a new locale to see what was going on within the house.
	The Peeker made the decision for him as he was “gone.”  Chris scanned for him but the Peeker was unseen.  Chris wrinkled his nose, time was getting on, it was hot and he had a good trek to get back home.
	The girl and the “mother” moved out of sight and Chris was just too curious.  But he had to be careful, traipsing between the houses, into a backyard, into bushes and all--he was liable to get noticed, shot, sicked on by a dog, or the cops.
	Up alongside the house he took a breather.  He had to think clearly, he had to get “line-o’-sight” with the occupants of the house, just so as to render himself invisible to them.
	Part of that was accomplished with the girl coming to the kitchen set at the back of the back of house.  He zapped her quickly and then let her go on about her business.  The mother couldn’t be seen, he distressed waltzing into the home and facing the mother, he feared her emotions would disallow her to be fully overwhelmed by the Pen Flasher.
	He debated, he contemplated, he considered and reconsidered and nearly talked himself out to the alley and on his bike and away home.  But the curiosity factor was too high.
	And another “flash” helped his decision along, too.

	Into the house he creeped along, pausing in the kitchen.  He heard very little and only when boldly poking his head up did he see something narly going on.
	In the living room the woman was sitting on the floor against the a country style green love seat.  The shades and curtains of the living room were drawn and the phone was off the hook.
	The two kids seen earlier were in the middle of the room with the coffee table moved out of the way.  The Peeker was here, too, operating buttons and such from the Black Box he had.  Chris heard a minute whine in his ears and saw a wavering of heat in the room.
	The situation seemed intense.  Just how it had gotten to be so wasn’t known--not to Chris anyways, he could only assume that the black box in the Peeker’s hand had something to do with it.  
	The two kids were unrestrained, only forced into complying with the deranged commands from the Peeker, who was visible and real to them.  To the girl the Peeker demanded:  Take off his clothes.
	The girl trembled and hesitated.
	The Peeker, wearing a black mask sort of like the Lone Ranger or other villain/superhero wanting to disguise himself somewhat, produced in his black gloved hands a cylinder.  It was long and sleek and rounded at both ends, both ends being some fourteen inches from each other.  The cylinder was touched to the woman’s neck. 
	Instantly the woman began to scream (not too loudly though) and fuss about as she was apparently being electrocuted.  It was a prompt for compliance.  
	Chris so noted the family photos on the wall, on the nightstands and determined that the boy and girl were siblings.  The plot thickened.
	The girl, Summer Saunders pulled off her brother Phillip’s green golf tee-shirt.  He was a rugged fellow, not bad for being 16, athletic but retaining some boyish charm and could easily pass for 14.  
	With the shirt off the sister had the task of taking down his jeans.
	The mother once more received punishment for hesitation from her daughter.  The girl fretted and stamped her feet and agonized over the embarrassing deed--only embarrassing doing such deed in front of their mother.
	Chris further determined by the various paraphernalia about the living room that the family was “churchy.”  He continued to keep his presence unawares, clutching the Pen Flasher and praying that it would work should he require it to do so.

	Phillip was rendered naked.
	His dong limped to one side, but it was thick and still somewhat engorged from just minutes before hand having the life sucked out of it.  Sister Summer gripped the schlong (as per commanded to do so) and massaged it expertly.
	“You’ve jerked him off before, haven’t you?” asked the man in a mono tone voice.
	Crying the girl nodded that she had indeed done so.
	“You’ve SUCKED him, too, huh?” the man further asked diliberate Q&A.
	And again through streaming tears she nodded and verbally confirmed such.
	The Peeker asked one more pertinent info, “How OLD were you the first time you sucked your brother’s cock?”
	The girl hesitated, but her mother wasn’t electrocuted by the unique stun-baton.  She avoided looking at her mother who was frantically freaking out, but listening to the horror of what he daughter was confessing.
	“Ten.” she blurted.
	The mother, Dorothy, hung her mouth open in disbelief.  But there was more.  Much more.  The girl commenced to sucking the half limp dick like she knew how, and she did.  She worked it, stroked it, pinched and tugged, cupped the balls and sucked the cock until it once more splashed goo into her 14 year old mouth.
	After gulping the splooge she was commanded to stand.  Her brother had the deplorable task of undressing her.  He, too, hesitated during the undoing, the mother once more wallowed on the floor of the broken family home reeling in the distressed of being harshly electrocuted.
	Phillip shook and trembled as he removed his sister’s bra and then lowered her panties, staring at her bare naked cunny.  Through more harsh Questions/Answers it was so learned that it was not the first time Phillip had gazed upon Summer’s cunt.
	He, too, had noshed on it, delved his fingers and tongue into it, AND had sunk his rubber wrapped schlong into it.  He had NOT, though, been up her ass.
	They had showered together, bathed, and when their mother had gone out of town, they had slept (actually sleeping) after some fucking in the bed together.
	The confession was hard to confess, even harder to hear & believe.
	Summer laid out on the floor, legs open, knees up, her cunny facing her distraught mother.  Phillip, given the command to nosh, went down on his sister like he knew how and noshed her.  His fingers probed her cunny as well as her asshole.  His cock dripping between his legs once more engorged with life.  Dorothy looked on in absolute horror as her son acting on the Intruder’s commands positioned himself between Summer’s legs and entered her.  She saw her son’s penis slipping into Summer’s pussy and there was no breeching of the hyman, it had been “breeched” when Summer was nigh but 12 years young.
	The sex act went on, Phillip wanting to fuck his sister but also holding off but then realizing he was “IN” her and he might as well complete the task.  Summer was in a quandary herself, to grip her brother’s ass, to buck him off, to hump…
	Dorothy watched on in utter horror and awe and total disbelief as her son and daughter committed incest, and not all that unwillingly.  Summer DID grip her brother’s ass (and not commanded to do so by the Peeking Intruder.)  Phillip slammed his cock into his sister’s cunt as deep as it would go, which was totally all the way, strained and gyrated about some.  His balls slapped and snugged her asshole.  Soon the two did enter into sexual bliss, orgasmic awe.
	Usually Phillip fucked his sister with his willy wrapped.  Not this time.  A gusher load of hot spunk filled the vaginal cavity, some pooling out onto the floor, coating his cock, Summer’s cunt and taint-crack.
	When the hellish deed was done and done, Phillip rolled off onto his back, methodically fondling himself, presenting himself to his ballistic frapped mother.  Summer fingered her quaking quim, mixed cum juices flowing.  Her nipples perked up and on her own she tweaked one and frigged her hot box.
	It wasn’t over, the Intruding Peeker had the son undress his mother.
	Her feet and hands were tied together with hands lashed behind her, but her clothing could be pulled away so as to free her up for--for--well, you know what for. 
	The boy went down on her black forest snatch, working it into a frenzy as she was a divorcee of five years and horny as all get out.  She confessed that she was, she confessed she desired to get laid, but only AFTER remarrying--which wasn’t any time soon.  She had no boy toy on the side, no boyfriend/girlfriend.  She DID have a dildo she used to help curb the cravings, she frigged herself and took many cold showers…
	Getting banged by her son was a happenstance she couldn’t comprehend.  He was an okay lover; but her son.  He was young, virile, steady on, and so-so knew what he was doing; but her son.  It was deplorable, detestable, unheard of.  She couldn’t, she wouldn’t, she shouldn’t--shouldn’t enjoy getting dicked.  She closed her eyes TIGHT and gripped the carpet beneath her.
	Phillip found the pussy he fucked okay.  It wasn’t sloppy but it wasn’t a tight fit--not as a tight fit as say his fourteen year old sister’s.  But he did manage to cum.  (he mostly thought of banging off into his sister, one of her girlfriends, one of HIS girlfriends, teachers, girls at his school, other girls at his church, and so on.)
	After cumming he was near exhausted, it was his fourth orgasm for the day.  He lay on his mother for several minutes before finally managing to move off of her.
	During the boy’s “rest” sister Summer was commanded to come on her knees before the Peeking Intruder.  His cock was out of his jeans, just his cock.  It was long, 7 inches at least.  It was a thick piece of meat that was curved slightly upwards with the “helmet” a bit differently shaped than other cock heads.
	The girl admired it, but was also ashamed and aware of her mother watching.  Summer was only into getting it with her brother, she had a boyfriend (via confession here) she let suck her titties and finger her pussy, but that was all.  She whacked the boyfriend and let him cum off in her hand, but that was all.
	She stroked the PI’s cock before sucking on the head.  Chris did note a curious look on the girl’s face as she placed her hand (on her own) between the man’s legs, squeezing his balls.
	Chris didn’t know what was up, the girl seemed not to be able to locate the testicles.  She concentrated on sucking and finally began engulfing a bit more than just the head.
	After a few minutes, Phillip sat up on his elbows and watched the blowjob in progress.  The man pulled out and humped Summer’s face, slapping it and poking her nose and ears before plunging back into her mouth and having her totally engulf him.
	He seemed pissed off.
	He wasn’t violent but seemed a little aggressive and pounded his schlong into the girl’s mouth.  Summer sucked and sucked--like she had a choice--and choked on the cock.  She heaved and gagged as the oddly shaped bulbous tip pressed against her tonsils.
	He finally pulled free and Summer leaned to one side panting and almost retching to the point of vomiting.  Her mother was virtually out of her mind at this point.  She would totally lose it as her daughter was commanded to occupy her face, to lay down her body and hold her legs back.
	Phillip then had to come about and place his cock into his sister asshole--a hole he had yet to fuck.  He was a little hesitant and Summer received the electrically charged stunning baton.
	The boy tongued his sister’s asshole, fingered it, then filled it with his cock.  His mother underneath observed the whole sordid ordeal, she herself had to clutch her daughter’s ass, pulling the cheeks apart.  Then, when her son’s cock was fully seated, she had to grip his ass and balls and watch up close and personal as incestuous sodomy took place.
	Mid way thru the ordeal, the Peeking Intruder slipped his cock into the woman’s cunny.  She almost orgasmed right off.  Her mind was so bombastically frapped she could hardly make sense of anything.  The Peeker fucked his fill, but as far as Chris could tell he didn’t cum.
	He poked his cunt fucking stick into the girl’s mouth and then pushing the boy to one side slammed himself into the girl’s asshole.  He spanked her furiously with his cock and then pushed HER away replacing her with Phillip.
	Phillip’s balls went into his mother’s mouth while the Peeker’s cock went into his very virgin asshole.  The boy screamed out and frantically freaked out as he was buggered.
	It wasn’t over yet.
	The Intruding Peeker fucked the woman with the electrified dildo.
	It firstly went into her cunny, then into Summer’s young cunny.  T was pulled out and crammed into their assholes.  This was an incredible undertaking (or debacle.)  Phillip’s asshole also got the treatment before the Peeking Intruder left them.
	He did something with the black box he had, he spent over an hour doing something.  Chris closed his eyes a few times, opened them in a startle only to find the man still doing whatever the fuck he was doing still doing it.
	Chris assumed that he was doing what he himself had done a number of times:  manipulating the family’s minds.
	It was a safe bet.
	The man stretched and made his way down a hall.  Chris made his way out of the house.  He didn’t think the man belonged in the house, and he didn’t think the man was an outside family member or even family friend.  He went into the hall bathroom.  Chris made himself scarce.

                                                *****
	
	Despite his decree to himself that he would curb/curtail/cutback from sexual deployment of his schlong, determinately he eased himself into Harold’s backdoor, hands gripping his friend’s hips and earnestly humping.  His mind was set on Ms. Wattenbarger, Dana, the other assorted girls, then Summer and her brother Phillip with their mother Dorothy.  It gave great cause for his cock to become stout and in demand for sexual release despite the dire ache.
	When he had finally gotten home he found his Pa asleep in the living room, naked with Suzie on his lap.  Harold had worked hard in the orchards while Chris was at school.  Supper had been done and all were fed and tired.  Chris helped himself, stripped down and showered then settled down in bed with Harold.
	His thoughts ravaged his mind so, now along with Mr. Thomas there was the Peeking Intruder he would like to get to know.  Was the man dangerous, though; demented and forceful, sure--but was he cordial enough to accept the companionship of an outsider who shared same-like interests?
	Harold was too tired to fuck Chris, which was okay with Chris, he lay on his back one hand behind his head, the other massaging his funky organ, staring up to the ceiling.  He drifted off to a blissful sleep listening to the frogs and crickets, the windmill, the breezes	and night bugs.

Unfucking-believable!
	The following day; Chris was bemused unto himself that by 6th period he had not used the Pen Flasher ONCE!  He DID have restraint.  His passion, his OTHER passion, was literature--gothic, mysteries of yore, ancient history, medieval times, and Viking stories.  In his 3rd Period English class he had an assignment regarding such interests and Chris was elated at the project.
	Sure pretty girls, bitches he knew, bitches he wanted to know, etc. crossed his mind, his path, his mind, but Eric the Red, Conover the Slasher, Caligula, the Roman Empire as a whole, the Voyage of the Dead, occupied his mind more so.  
	Seventh Period was Biology 101.  He HATED biology.  It was gross, stupid, and no interest to him whatsoever.  He attended the class a couple times a week, the rest he ditched or faked some sickness.  A busted radio he needed replacing, it was still under warranty so off to the local department store to take care of business before heading home.
	And naturally while inside the department store’s electronic department area he spent his time perusing the CDs, games, videos, and scamming the various young babes.
	It was while checking out the latest releases that he got yet another “flash” in his mind.  He paused as the occurrence made him a little dizzy and a warm gush of hotness swept over him.	He managed to find a cool spot where cool air conditioning air swept down on him from above.  It was while refreshing his “flash” directed him to take note of someone of note:  the Peeking Intruder!
	He was up on a mezzanine looking down into the store.  He was in a two piece suit and looked important.  Chris stood a moment longer and then turned to go--when another “flash” hit him.  He held fast where he was.  Out of the corner of his eye something was happening.  He tried not to look directly but slyly.  A young girl was the subject, she was being escorted by another man in a suit.
	Chris also saw four other juveniles fleeing the premises.
	A Suit chased after them.
	Chris watched as the Subject young girl was pushed along to the stairs up the second floor where she was presented to the PI Suit.  She was a girl about ten, brown hair, okay clothes, and in deep troubles.  Chris made his way to the stairs and checked the position of where the security cameras were in the ceiling and slyly made good with the Pen Flasher.
	He had no idea really if it worked; the distance, the Subjects, other electrical interference/interruptions.  He made one step up the Employees Only stairs, then another, then another.  He clutched the Pen and watched for any telltale signs that anyone was interested in him.  There were employees and other roving security on the ground floor to contend (worry) about, too.  He couldn’t zap everybody.  He ascended the steps more hoping beyond all hopes that the newest gadget from Mr. Thomas was good; he had re-paid a visit to Mr. Thomas, shagged his good wife, fucked his three daughters, and got fucked up the ass himself but the boys and Mr. T, too.  In the converted basement Mr. Thomas had some “captives”, chained to walls and dangling from ceilings by their hands and some by their feet as they had been bad.
	Some were being tortured--branded on their bare feet, branded on their bare ass, pussy, breasts, underarms, etc.  Chris wasn’t so sure about the diabolical torturing--he was just into the diabolical fucking end of the spectrum.  Anyways, Mr. T checked over the Pen Flasher and then gave unto Chris a small device, it resembled a pager, or a remote control device for use in opening garage doors.  It had to be kept tight to the body, to the skin, for it to work properly.  It instituted a warbling field, rendering the possessor in effect invisible.  (no, honest, it did!)
	But there were some side effects, headaches and ringing in the ears, nosebleeds and slight blurred vision.  The possessor had to move slowly, too.  The Warble Field disrupted the air about the possessor in so that it caused such a disturbance the possessor was--invisible to normal sight.
	Chris came up onto the second floor, the Subject girl was led away down an open hall to an office hall.  Chris followed, being mindful not to run lest he “outrun” the warbling field of air.  The Plain Clothes Security went on about their own business, the ones who had given chase to the other girls returned empty handed.
	Just at the office door marked “Chief of Security” Chris zapped the Peeking Intruder Suit.  He didn’t do so to the girl, both were unaware of Chris’ presence, but still--just added security for Chris.  He wanted the PI to keep the door open for him so as he could go in with them.
	Once in, he unzapped the man and took a seat to watch the proceedings.  If it went normally he would either leave or maybe perhaps “help” it along somehow.
	But that wasn’t necessary as the proceedings went accordingly.  Chris kinda thought that they might, he had an inkling.
	The Peeker was the chief of security.  He tugged on his black beard, popped his neck and scribbled on a note pad.  On the desk were some music CDs the girl had been found with (inside her rumbled oversized shirt.)  the girl looked a little embarrassed, afraid, scarred, as well as Not Giving a Damn, too.  But she WAS concerned.
	She had ID, in a small wallet which the Peeker had opened on his desk.  He tugged on his nose then stared at the girl, “Who were your friends?” he asked clasping his fingers together.
	The girl shrugged defiantly, “I don’t know, never saw before.” which was a bold face out-an-out lie.  
	“They put you up to this?” he said glancing to the ill-gotten booty on the desk.  The girl looked down to her dingy white tennis shoes, wrinkled her nose and shifted uneasily in her chair.  
	Chief Daniel LaFrost nodded his head and sat back, shaking his head he picked up the phone and began dialing.  The girl got more fidgety, the man stared at the girl’s ID, her contact in case of emergency card.  The girl, Charlene Ammerick, grew quite concerned.  Their eyes met, the girl bit her lip and was on the brink of having an emotional fit.
	“Going to call your folks.” the Chief said.  The girl gulped.
	“They’ll have to come down to the police station to see you,” the girl began to sweat as she panicked, “Judge Carpenter probably won’t get to see you since it’s late in the day so you’ll be staying in juvy over the weekend.”
	Charlene was close to tears, her young mouth hung open as she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.  She was in deep shit.
	“Hmmm, no answer.” the man said.  He depressed the hang-up button, released and began dialing again, “You father works for the city?”
	“He-he’s a construction worker.” she said on trembling lips.
	“D-do-do they have to be called?” she blurted as she managed somehow to choke back the emotions.
	“Yeah, in a case this serious, them and then the police, shoplifting is a serious crime young lady.  Or didn’t you know that?” he gave her the eye and the girl began to shed some tears.  Her general tough exterior of a kid not having a good time as a kid was breaking down.
	“No answer.” he said and hung the phone up.  He leaned forward, clasping his hands again.  
	“Of course, there IS a small way in which this may be avoided.”
	Naturally.

	Charlene (Charlie) was all ears--anything to avoid the crap she would receive from her parents should they find out about the attempted shoplifting.  At the prompt from the Chief of Security she semi-reluctantly stood up.
	There was one way, according to the Chief, to avoid the horror of having her parents come see her whilst she whiled away the weekend in juvenile hall.  She didn’t know for sure for certain what that “way” entailed, but it beat having her father and mother’s involvement.
	Charlene was further prompted to come hither around the desk.
	Chris occupied a small space in the corner by the bottled water, he had a perfect eye view.
	Daniel LaFrost cracked his fingers together, popped his neck then pulled out a bottom drawer.  From within it he pulled forth a paddle.  Charlene raised an eyebrow.  She knew immediately what was up with that.  She pursed her lips and fidgeted.  She blinked her eyes, eyes of brown.  For ten she was an okay sort of kid, a bit of a tomboy, not having the greatest of times in a small country atmosphere (as opposed to the City where she had recently moved from with her family.)
	LaFrost patted his lap and Charlene shuffled to him and was guided across his lap into proper position.  Her ass she did clench, she sucked in her breath, her hands before her clenching just as tightly.  LaFrost patted her ass with his hand, there was gleam of a glint in his eyes, the paddle he rested against her making small circles.  Then suddenly he smacked her.
	Charlene jerked as the swat smacked her.
	Another swat came and then another a little lower on her ass than the previous.  LaFrost then caressed her, going up and down the back of her thighs as well as moving her shirt up to expose bare backside.  He cock his head to peek down the back of the girl’s jeans.
	The girl was stood up.  She rubbed her ass and managed to choke back the tears, she trembled in place and seemed a little relieved that it was over.
	Not!
	The Chief reached around and caressed the girl’s ass himself, then took a moment to size her up and down.  Chris licked his lips and waited.
	Charlene seemed a little apprehensive, she tugged on her lip and waited.  She didn’t have to wait long,
	“Undo your pants, take ’em down.” he told her.
	Charlene’s eyes widened in some horror.  She almost couldn’t breathe.  But her fingers came to the brass button of her jeans, she again pursed her lips and contemplated.  Was this a better deal than facing the insane wrath of her parents, especially her dad?  She thought only momentarily before unhitching her jeans and tugging them down some.
	Once more she lay across the Chief of Security’s lap. 
	Once more the Chief of Security caressed her ass, admiring the girl in her light blue panties with flowers all over.  The paddle rested against her and once more made small circles.  
	Charlene clenched in anticipation.
	And once more swatted three times with the wooden paddle.
	The girl jerked about some, twisting and arching as the protective layer of jeans was no longer there to absorb the harshness of the spanking.  The Chief looked as if he were beginning to sweat himself.  He consoled the searing ass, squeezing the cheeks and digging into the crack, slipping his fingers inside her undies.  A strange wash came over his face, ultimate satisfaction.
	Tormented the girl brought her hands back to protect any further swatting to her ass.  LaFrost grabbed her hands and quick as a wink bound them with security restraints--plastic cinch ties.  Her legs began to flail about but LaFrost was strong, stronger than she and he pinned her to the underside-edge of the desk.  Before she could scream out in distress a gag came to her mouth, an elaborate gag that was leather straps with a plastic ball to go into the mouth.
	This was getting serious!

	The black box the Peeking Intruder had had in the Saunders abode (with Phillip and Summer) once more played its hand.  What its exact function was Chris didn’t know, and he really hoped that it wouldn’t effect him.  
	The man slipped his hand inside the girl’s undies then pulled them down.  The girl struggled some but was smacked bare handedly.  She settled down but wept just the same.  LaFrost dragged a finger up and down her crack and probed her asshole.  The Chief seemed to be reeling, he smiled, he quivered, he seemed to be orgasming right then and there.
	He closed his eyes, Charlene wriggled on his lap and fretted--at her decision to take the personal punishment rather than face it with her father.  LaFrost began making circles on her bare ass, pulling the cheek and digging/probing into her virgin anal opening.
	Chris licked his lips and watched as Charlene was stood up.  She trembled and shook and cried.  LaFrost checked her, staring mostly at her naked hairless cunny.  He moved her clothes on down to her ankles, Charlene made mumbles thru the gag in her mouth but nothing was clear.
	Onto the desk she was hefted.  When she fussed and lashed out with the kicking of her feet her ankles were grabbed and hefted upwards, locked into position.  Her ass then received his wrath bare handed and then with the paddle.
	Then, while the child lay sobbing and heaving on the desk, LaFrost tongued her; taking his manly mouth worm and licking out feverishly her young poon.  Charlene freaked out a little, this was new to her.  Not so to LaFrost.  He licked, drove his tongue into her, and sent the young hapless girl into new realms unheard of.
	Her legs were lifted and pinned back.  LaFrost stood and unleashed his manly organ, easing his gray wool slacks down.  His massive fuck pole was rigid, he brought it against the girl’s pussy, poking her asshole and humping her slit.  His tongue flicked along his own lips, his steely dark eyes feasting on the near naked girl, smiling with a Devil’s glee. 
	After a moment or so of humping the girl’s poon she was turned about.  Her cheeks were parted and once more her anus assaulted with firstly fingers and then tongue and then cock.  There was no penetration, per se, with those afore mentioned.
	Charlene was pulled off of the desk and hugged.  Her ass consoled, patted, and hugged.  The Chief then picked up the black box and did something to it, activating it.  Chris heard a whine (again), saw a warbling in the air and the Peeker looked his way, staring.
	Chris gulped.  “Shit!”  the man blinked his eyes and Chris punched the garage door opener device taped against his belly.  It had varying degrees of operation.
	The Chief came over to where Chris had been, but Chris had moved, closer to the door.  He looked all around, licking his lips thoughtfully, shaking his head; he still carried in his hands the black box.  Again he pressed some buttons and when the warbling came again, Chris slipped/eased out of the door and was gone.
                                                    *****

	To say that Chris was pent up would be an under estimated statement.  Once home, showered, and fed, he gave subtle signals to his sister and they met in his room.  Harold was crashed on the sofa in the living room, Carl Mitchell asleep as well.  Sister Suzie knew what was up--she just wasn’t overly prepared for it.
	To say that Chris Mitchell was horny was an under estimated statement, too.  He was naked before he got to his room.  His cock was stout and even Suzie couldn’t remember seeing it so boldly.  There was little in foreplay, he kept civil and kept a civil tongue but he was hard pressed to do so.  He stroked himself and somehow managed to keep himself from cumming off prematurely.
	Suzie undressed and crawled onto his bed.  He positioned her on her hands and knees and then examined her ass.  His mind went into overload.  Charlene filled his mind, his teacher, Dana on the floor of his classroom, every bitch he knew…
	Quickly, though, he examined his sister’s delicious ass, his fingers probing her fuckable asshole, sliding up and down her taint and then to her equally fuckable cunny.  He kissed the cheeks and hole, then came up onto the bed and probed her backdoor with his cock.
	He couldn’t breathe.  His cock began sliding into Suzie’s semi-tight poop chute and he held his breath, the sensation was mind boggling.  It was somewhat difficult to find pleasure in the sex act despite Suzie’s highway of funkiness being so-so tightly snug.
	But he did his best and fucked her hole until he filled it with cock grease.  He caressed the fucked ass and lay on his side in some agony as his cock was in severe torment.  Suzie fingered her freshed fucked gooied asshole and wondered what the fuck was up with her fucked up brother.  She sat on the bed, her asshole leaking his goo, she spoke to him but Chris had no fucking clue to what she was saying.

	The Following Day--was a bloody drag.  He held off again using the Pen Flasher though he sorely tempted to do so.  He wanted to make sure it was primed and not over used when he needed it.
	He made it to 5th period lunch anyways--Carol Baker was a temptation he could not let go.  She was an 8th grader, short pleated white tennis skirt, bouncy dark hair, bouncy supple breasts, sweet angelic face and she bent over in his presence just one too many damn times.
	When the timing was right, and the window of opportunity to do so came to be, Chris zapped the girl and “escorted” her to the area behind the girls’ gym.  Here he did a quickie--having her herself hold her skirt while he himself worked her snug fitting bikini panties down.  She was NOT a virgin.  Not.  But not a slut, neither.  Up against the building he had her, concealed by the bushes that ran alongside the lee side of the gym.  Quickly he slipped his aching cock into her warm cunt and fucked her deliriously.
	Carol’s panties were soon worked off of her body totally and her legs about Chris’ waist.  He drove his cock into her pussy determining that the girl had experienced multiple orgasms while he doinked her.  He didn’t take the time to delve into her mind to see who had been pegging her before hand, he just fucked her.
	When he finally managed to cum they were naked on the ground well soiled.  And how.  Chris kept his cock inside the soppy wet cunt, it felt better there.  He sucked on the girl’s titties and lightly-lightly continued pumping her.  When his cock had at long last finally emptied and calmed down sensitively speaking, he withdrew.
	He had to endure a little more discomfort but it wasn’t too bad.
	He kept the girl’s panties, cleaning his dick.  He dressed the girl, then himself, she was very screwed up--her mind confused, there was dirt all over her and there would be that “fresh fucked” feeling to contend with.
	Chris slowly escorted her to the end-edge of the gym then stepped back and “released.”  she collapsed almost instantly.  Chris bolted--in the opposite direction.
	He had to be cool when bolting off of the campus so as not to alert attention.  Afterwards he peddled to the mini mall and the department store in the middle.  He cooled down with a malted shake and a pizza slice within the mall then sashayed his way to the electronics department.
	He meandered about, careful still not to alert attention to himself, just mingling and perusing the music areas, playing the video games and being rather normal.  He took note of the Suit Security force, the Chief of the SS he didn’t see and assumed he was elsewhere, in his office, or something else.
	Chris made for the bathroom, washed his dick in the sink and caught his breath again.  Did he dare traipse up the Employee Only stairs?  He farted and felt his cock aching.  He knew he should hop on his bike and go the fuck home.
	But--he didn’t do that.