August Moone
Timing is Everything
Chapter 11
The Journey

	It was the most odd feeling, to be two peoples in the same body; and only the August of 2000 was aware of it.  August of 1980 seemed to be rather oblivious.  But that was alright.  When August of 2000 didn’t want to be bogged down or bored with the mundane tasks of daily living he took a backseat and a long nap.  When something of interest piqued him he took control and put August 1980 to “sleep.”
	The passage of time was somewhat meaningless to August (of 2000).  He awoke to see what his counterpart host was doing then returned to semi “sleep mode” trying to finger out how this had all happened.
	His attention became “piqued” when they (they?) arrived at school.  August 2000 realized that there was some troubles about--he had broken the nose of Brett and flipped off the VP.   His ass was grass.  August of 2000 had to play it cool, the August of 1980 HAD graduated from his class--he didn’t need to go about screwing up his future by making changes in the past.
	August 1980 parked his bike (motor) and waited a moment collecting his thoughts.  August 2000 held in the back (of his mind) and contemplated his course of action.  There were a couple of ways to go about this--the simplest and foremost was to plead insanity to Mr. Beamer and VP Matthers.  He could explain, explain that Brett had started the fight and he was merely defending himself and Brett’s face somehow connected with August’s knee--several times.
	And if that didn’t work--August had the wonderful use of the Device!
	He didn’t make it to see the VP, at the foyer before the clutch of offices August caught sight of Leigh Anne.  His heart throb.  His delight.  His joy.  His desire.  He smiled (and got wood) as he fondly (although faintly) recalled of the reunion (in 2000) whereupon he shagged the bitch in the john.
	She was in company of best friend Claudia.
	August was hip with her, too.
	The two Subjects crossed the Senior Quad and into the Language Arts building, August followed.  As it was a quarter to eight in the morning he assumed he knew where the two were heading--the lockers out the back entrance of the LA building to the LA annex across a small open breezeway.
	Hardly anyone was about just yet, August quickened his pace and brought up to play the wondrous Device.  He hadn’t studied it much since his disappointing discovery that he now potentially could not return from whence he came.  He brooded about this--to re-live the 20 years?  Wow.  He wondered, dreaded, and seriously contemplated how he could screw his future.  Even doing the most light change in decisions, knowing some choices were bad ones--could he encounter Charlie Dugout, early on before August of 2000 actually encountered him?
	He knew that any changes he made in the past or whatever time frame he occupied could drastically change the future--not only HIS future but all of it.  He nodded and thought best of it and concentrated on firstly rendering himself Invisible…and then, to the Subjects!

	Leigh Anne stood up against the lime green wall where there was just enough space from the corner to the small set of lockers in the short “L” section.  The short hall led to a pair of double doors that opened up out to the athletic field apparatus area up a small hill.
	Claudia had her back up against the flat side of the locker bank side facing her friend.  August had some disdain for the two--uppity bitches, choir, smart, “their shit didn’t stink” and so on.  So to Leigh Anne he pressed his body to her, copping a nice feel of her delicious “apples.”  She was “simplified”, as was Claudia.
	This was better than expected.  He kissed her, fondled heavily and then began a steady “grope” of her crotch.  This day she chose to wear a light pink short sleeved top with semi-low slung bell bottom/flared jeans atypical style of the day.
	Long luxurious brown hair ultra curled with slight feathering.  She smelled good and August was hard pressed not to get “jiggy” with her right then and there.
	But he did undo her jeans and ease his hand down inside her jeans, fingering her muffin.  “Are you a virgin?” he asked coyly.
	“Yes.” she answered back but August detected that this was not actually so.  So he asked again and increased the Device’s ability to get a clearer more concise answer.
	“No.” she finally exclaimed.  Auggie’s fingers worked magically in her young twat, her nipples becoming pert and juices coating his gouging fingers.
	“Who?” August asked, Who banged you?
	It was something the young girl preferred to keep to herself.  August would have none of that.  He demanded to know and pressed her for the truth, and with the Device apparently working better than ever before, Leigh Anne forked over the fact that she and her twelve year old brother were having an on-going sexual relationship.
	August smiled, naturally--she was the daughter of a Baptist minister.
	She confessed to sucking her brother, they peed on each other, ran amok NAKED inside her father’s church--alone when no one else was about, fucked in the pews, up on the stage, at the pulpit, and in the bathrooms and then in the baptismal pool!
	Her brother dogged her in the ass and they often spanked one another until they couldn’t stand it--or got an orgasm out of the deal.  Leigh Anne had not had any sexual relations with any of her many-many suitors.  Her brother had screwed a so-so girlfriend in the church and Leigh Anne had been there to “help.”
	Had Leigh Anne had any sexual relations with another girl?
	No.
	Honest?
	Yes.
	Would she LIKE, too?
	…   ….  Hmmmm, uhm, hmmmm, well, uh, no--well--maybe.  Yes.
	Would she like to get it on with best friend Claudia?
	Yes.
	August had Leigh Anne’s pants and panties down munching away at her pussy, her clothes just at her ankles.  One hand cupping her wondrous soft supple ass while the other hand worked Claudia’s jeans down.

	He wasn’t sure for certain if it worked or not, and not that he overly cared, either; but he “walked” Leigh Anne and Claudia down the hall to the front doors of the annex building to the bathrooms.  The girls’ bathroom was down a short hall adjacent to the faculty bathrooms.
	Claudia walked just in her panties while Leigh Anne walked butt bare ass naked.  August was enthralled with them and desired deeply to shag them, but feared doing them out in the open of the hall--the semi privacy of the bathroom would be better.
	August was further enthralled at how well the Device seemed to be working, Q&A, his absolute Will over them, the two in 100% compliance to his Will, everything.  In the bathroom he had Claudia bend over and pull her panties down.  She did so.  August stripped off his clothes and stepped up to the bent-over-girl and promptly “put it to her.”
	Her “backdoor” was virginal and the concept of “anal sex” never entered her mind.  August ENTERED her and fucked her good--all the while Leigh Anne laid out naked on the tiled floor fingering her self.
	His balls slapped in time to the motion of the “motion.”  Claudia grunted, groaned, and gave August quite the thrilled ride as he pegged her; finally relieving himself DEEP inside her anal tract.  He clung to her hips for dear life as he shot wad after wad.
	He spanked her and slapped her ass with his schlong, then used her panties to “clean” his cock.  Her dirty cum laden asshole he left as is.  He then laid on the naked finger banging Leigh Anne and smooched, sucked her titties and grinded his already aching cock against her inflamed snatch.
	It wasn’t long before he was in her pumping steadily.  For added thrills he had Claudia come sit/squat on Leigh Anne’s face and Leigh Anne proceed to cunt-munch.  August was spellbound by this and fucked Leigh Anne all the faster--never minding the anguish his tormented super sensitive cock was enduring.

	But his aching schlong would endure more that day, after fucking Leigh Anne senseless and Claudia coming down to suck clean his cock as well as Leigh Anne’s cum laden cooze hole, he had them dress--minus their panties.  He kissed on them and then began ten minutes of implanting notions into their noggins.  He worried about this a little--any changes he made in the Past could inadvertently alter the Future.
	It worried him greatly and he wiped their memory of his encounter with him completely--including the notions.  A lingering notion (in August’s head) wondered if that was why could not go back home--when he had tried with the altered Device, inputting the info as he had before and the Device replying--Does not compute--please retype/enter destination.
	Maybe somehow he had already fucked up and the future was already changed?  But how?  By his simple presence, being in sync with his former self, the August of 1980?
	He didn’t know.  It gave him a headache.  Time to move on.
	He found some interest in the English building, all the buildings (of learning) were structures that were laid out like military barracks--lengthwise with rooms on either side, bathrooms at one end, faculty lounges/offices at the other.  There was a breezeway fore & aft, the one “fore” was for the transmuting of students to the office and open quad area, the bus station and parking lot.  The “aft” was to enter into the “annex” buildings whereas over the years the school had grown in student population more classrooms had to be added.
	So, in the English building he popped into the Girls’ restroom, still naked and still invisible and observed two girls occupying the same stall.  They were kissing and titty fondling, one girl sitting on the other who sat on the toilet.  August’s schlong was not in the mood.
	Across the hall in the boys’ restroom, two boys whizzed in the urinal while two other smoked cigarettes.  Outside in the hall at the lockers a drug deal went down, two girls plotted revenge against a common boyfriend who was playing them both, a teacher and a student argued over a bad grade, and two freshman boys drooled over a fresh-hot-lovely senior girl August knew from his class--though she was “out of his class.”  Jessica Cleaver.  A tall brunette, floppy butt, always well dressed, high cheek bones, long limbs, long flowing hair and extremely popular.
	August added her to his “list.”
	In the library he listened in on some girlie gossip and masturbated right among the gaggle of babbling bitches, lightly touching them with his schlong and then ripping some wind…
	He farted.  Big and load and stinky.  The girls were in absolute horror and thought someone among them had committed the horrible offense.  It was not to be believed and August thought he’d bust a nut laughing.  He found a “new” game--touching the girls, slapping their bottoms, grabbing titties, pushing and yanking their hair.  The girls freaked out and ran out of the library.
	August wasn’t through--he found Cathy Black in among the shelves of the small library, the book shelves themselves were surrounded by four foot counters also having books exposed to the sitting area of the room.  August made his way to the lone girl, she was bashful, shy, BIG tits, small butt, friendly and one of the few who acknowledged his presence on the earth.
	She was also … hmmm, a little off?  Not retarded or anything, but from a family who was overly strict and mistreated her (not physically.)  This day she wore tight jeans and a white top.  She was pretty, nice looking and pleasing to the eye.  August liked her and they did chat now and then and he did take her home on his bike, but she had him stop a block away so as her parents wouldn’t see her on a motorcycle.
	With no problem at all he “zombiefied” the girl and got her to lower her jeans and panties.  He asked her if she was a virgin and she stammered in reply that she was.  August probed her for the correct info only to learn a very shocking discovery--Cathy Black was NOT a virgin--but NOT a virgin by means of getting dicked by some boy (or man.)  No, Cathy Black got dicked by the family dog!
	This was new.
	August dicked her, laying her out among the book aisles of History and English Lit and sucking delightfully on those pair of bodacious tatas!  Thereafter he snagged her panties, spanked her ass with his aching-aching cock, fingered her backdoor and then dressed her and let her be.

	Ms. Ash he found alone in her room, she taught English and Creative English.  He liked her, although she was sometimes a bit harsh on his English abilities.  She always wore slacks, had a floppy butt and once he thought he had heard her “cut the cheese” while she had him up at her desk scolding him for his bad grammar.
	She was young, in her late 20s.  She was writing the day’s assignment on the chalkboard.  No one else was in the room.  It was 8:15.  General classes begun at 8:30.
	He zapped her--er, zombiefied her and her gray slacks and beige undies down at her ankles, blouse open and bra undone, laid out on the funky well used oak desk of hers and was doinking her good when the door behind him opened.
	Three early students--two guys and a girl saw only Ms. Ash laid out on her desk.  There was a terrified scream and shock and dismay.  Other students filtered about the door and August continued his efforts--he wasn’t gong to stop now!
	He pumped faster and faster trying to get his severely aching cock to cum, wondering curiously as to how the “scene” must look--he was invisible to sight so all everyone else saw was Ms. Ash laying out seemingly being hammered!
	It was unreal.  The hall began filling up with onlookers and just as August DID begin to cum some teachers broke up the Sex Education 101.  August “finished” his deed and dismounted, getting out of the way as four male teachers and the librarian came in.  The men didn’t seem to know what to do, they firstly DID take note of Ms. Ashs’ nudity, cum dripping out of her poon.  One of the male teachers removed his dress jacket and covered the woman up.  A small army of worthless security guards finally showed up.
	August sat in one of the chairs massaging himself, there was only one door IN and no way OUT.  He had to wait until Ms. Ash was carried off to the teacher’s lounge and the timely security guards took position at the door, waiting for the police.
	It was nine o’clock before August made his move, zapping (the minds) of the three campus cops and one city cop--just to move them out of the way so as he could go on.
	The news of the “rape” was like wildfire all over the campus, some classes had been cancelled and many students had gone home, counselors of the school and others were on hand for “distressed” students.
	TV News crews showed up and the school was fiasco.
	August knew that from HIS point of view in the Future--this didn’t happen.  This was another kink in the Space Time Continuum concept, another glitch in his ability to get back home.  But then again, he wondered, he pondered--did he care?  With the Device working properly--what the fuck did he care if he got back home in 2000 or not.  Who gives a shit?  He had no great life there, he was starting on a road to something with the feeble understanding of the Device, making a life of roaming the interstates and “collecting” those things that interested him.
	But that was no cause to make a return trip--hell’s fire, he could do it that here--in 1980!  
	Hmmmmm

	The day was young, by 4rth period he had emptied out the Math Building by making outrageous raspberry sounds, popping girls’ bras, squeezing titties and scrawling FUCK ME  EAT ME  SUCK ME on the blackboard along with the very poetic  “EAT ME RAW  BALLS AND ALL  DON’T STOP THERE  HAVE SOME HAIR!”
	Along with PUSSY IS GREAT  PUSSY IS GRAND  IF YOU DON’T HAVE PUSSY  THERE’S ALWAYS YOUR HAND among others.  He was a fair drawing of drawing a diagram of the female twat, so he did.  Several times with every dirty word and insult he could think of.  He was a very busy guy.
	Which led him up to 5th/6th period lunch.
	He still eyed the Boys & Girls Gym…
	In the lunch he created a ruckus--naturally.  FOOD FIGHT!  He helped himself to some burgers and chili and wondered casually if he should “leave” anything in the chili to strengthen it up.  He passed on that narly notion but DIDN’T pass on --Tonya Ceberger.  She was not on the list of the 24, but that didn’t mean anything.  She was very slender, short in height, lots of personality and character, sweet, long jaw line, thick rich dark super curly hair.  This day she was in a lime green pantsuit.  August moved her into the store room, stripped her down and banged her while she lay across a box of fruit.
	He slapped her ass as he pounded mercilessly away at her, reached about and fingered her pussy and titties--delighting in the fact that he gleaned from her that she didn’t take dick to her pussy for fear of getting pregnant, but she DID take it up the ass.  She had a brother who cornholed, too.  She was an avid daily masturbator and longed to suck off her dad!
	As it happened August after stepping back out into the melee noted Tonya’s brother, he was a freshman and covered in mashed potatoes and chili.  August “got his attention” and pulled him into the store room where Tonya still lay across a hundred pound sack of spuds.  Still naked and still cumming from her torrid cunny.
	August licked her out real good and had young freshman geekwad  Stephan strip down.  Other than pegging his sister’s asshole, Stephan butt boned a best friend and best friend’s ten year old sister.  The boy had never been in any pussy.
	Until now.
	August fondled the boy, caressed his ass and made him slurp on his cock as well as nosh on his sister’s pussy.  The boy DID suck his friend and the friend suck him, neither the friend’s sister or Tonya sucked cock.
	Until now.
	After “servicing” both August and her brother and young Mr. Stephan right at the critical point of orgasm, August had him sink his salami into his sister’s twat.  Thereafter once the pumping action got going, August helped himself at banging off (again) into her backdoor!
	After a tumultuous orgasm (from August) he rested a bit and then showered Stephan’s sex sweat glistening ass with his pee.  He then ambled up and decided a nice shower would be good--the girls’ shower!
	Outside in the lunch room chaos reigned supreme.
	Security guards and teachers were trying to get a handhold of the situation, August sidestepped to the rear exist out to the covered patio area when he suddenly saw someone.  A man, not too tall, slouched shoulders with neck length gray dingy hair.  Long sleeved shirt and service station-like jeans.
	“Charlie?” August called out.  The resemblance was too striking.  Hurriedly the naked August-invisible ran to him, some city cops and campus cops came dragging some teens out of the cafeteria, a small horde of other teens had assembled and got in the way.  When August got to the brink embankment where he had saw the former ballplayer--naturally he was gone.  Naturally.
	August scanned intently all about but couldn’t locate the strange man.  Maybe he hadn’t been there at all and was just a figment of his imagination.  Maybe.  August didn’t know, he sighed and leaned against the brick half wall and continued looking over the campus.
	Suddenly out from the lunch room there came a second wave of hysteria:  Tonya and Stephan had been found/discovered.
	Oops, August in his hurry to see Charlie had forgotten to close and secure the door or redress the two siblings.  (and to further clench the deal that returning home was going to be a toughie, as Past events were being eradicated--on the floor of the store room a pair of panties had been found, they were NOT Tonya’s--they were Ms. Ash.  Stephan was in some BIG trouble!)
	August shrugged, once an asshole, always an asshole.  He moved up the hill and made a mental note to check the papers and other news when he got back to his right time--see whatever happened to ole Stephan & Tonya.
	He couldn’t recall if she had been at the reunion or not, either.

	In the Girls Gym/Shower:  it was like heaven.  Well, August Moone’s version/interpretation anyhow.  Naked girls, girls just in their panties, girls changing clothes, girls--girls--girls.  Girls from 14 to 18, pretty--so-so, big, small, stout, tall, well rounded, and all tantalizing.  Mostly white meat with a few dark meat and some south of the boarder.  There were some Oriental fare along with a couple Eurasians and one token American Indian girl.
	Where to begin?  Choices-choices.  August smiled, he was like the proverbial kid in a chocolates shop (candy).  He moved down the central aisle, checking the delights down the locker aisles.  He held off (for now) causing any commotion--but it wouldn’t be long in coming (cumming.)
	There was an open door bathroom that took August’s attention, in here there were several stalls whereupon a few had a girl perched nakedly or at the very least in her panties within.  August stepped up, zapped the girl into a zombiefied state of being and enjoyed a sort of self-service blowjob.
	When one of the four girls in the shitter had down her business and stood up to flush, August turned her about, positioned her hands on the toilet for support and banged off into her from behind.
	When done with her--he went for a shower…
	Only a small gaggle of delights were showering at his time of arrival.  He fondled one, fingered another, some were of their own being, others were zombiefied.  Those of their own who showed signs of freaking out he nipped quickly and quieted them down, then placed them up against the tiled wall and brought their legs up about his waist for a good and proper doinking.
	Three girls he pegged while they were in the midst of changing clothes, sitting on the bench before their lockers.  He was in pure heaven--this don’t get no better than this! He proclaimed--girls as young as 14, as old as 18, all shapes, all sizes, all colors, all delightful.  
	When he could literally do no more he rested.  He sought a small store room and chilled out there, his cock raging in dire agony (if not disbelief!)

	His rest was long, he guessed half an hour of serious napping.  That was good enough for revitalizing his schlong.  Somewhat.  It still ached, even his balls tingled.  Too much of a good thing?  (naw)
	Another group of girls were in the shower, August ducked them and entered into the gym area.  A volley ball game was in session.  August entered into the bleachers, going underneath, hugging the wall.  Here he found a delight in two teen girls “delighting” one another--kissing, petting, fingering.  August zapped the two and got them naked, then out on the floor whereupon he noshed on their cunnies, sucked their titties and had them suck his cock before he fucked the two of them.  Both had been virgins…
	He left them 69ing one another, still naked, and missing their panties.
	Into the boys’ gym he ventured, not interested in the naked boys in the shower area, but the cheerleaders in the gym.  Mostly the young freshmen boys hidden under the bleachers looking UP to the cheerleader girls sitting above them.	  	 	
	On the other side of the large gymnasium August found a teen girl sucking off the cock of a teen boy.  A few feet further down the backside of the inside of the bleachers a teen jock seriously banged the twat of a young teen girl.  The girl didn’t seem to like it much and wanted the teen jock-ass to stop.  Her dress was up, panties dangling off of one ankle, shirt ripped open to expose her young sixteen year old titties.
	August took a mild interest in the rude goings on.  Noting that the jock-ass was none other than broken nose tough guy Brett.  “Take it, bitch!” he decreed and slammed himself into the hapless girl more and more.
	August tapped his fingers together and mulled…
	The plan wasn’t much--but it firmly seated the fate, or sealed it.  August figured his fate himself was already sealed so might as well make the best (or worst) of it.  And it was very convenient that the news crews were still on campus--just as the 8th period class bell rang for attendance out of the main Girls’ Gym doors came a stumbling confused (and naked) Brett Smart.
	Tucked up his ass was a pair of panties (from the girl under the bleachers).  In one hand a girl’s bra, in the other another pair of panties.  A most horrific scream came from out of  gym.  A girls coach came out and she was pissed--she tackled the distraught/confused Brett and the news crew began filming it.
	As many as five girls (plus the one from the bleachers) had been “raped” by Brett.  Two other girl coaches came out and before the campus cops and regular city cops could intervene he was a bloody pummeled mess.  One coach held the jock-ass up while another punched him in the stomach and then another kneed him in the bare naked balls.
	
	The Boys’ gym had some doings also, this after the campus had been virtually cleared and extra curricular activities were going on.  It was now nearly 4:30.  Back in the “crime area” August took note of one more thing of interest.  In the coach’s office he found a young freshman lad butt naked, laid out across the lap of a coach who was swatting the boy’s bum.
	Another tall lanky coach, Mr. Heeth stood butt bare assed naked shoving his cock into the boy’s mouth.  August remembered the two men, they were genuine class A assholes.
	After the boy’s ass was tomato red, and Coach Heeth had successfully cum in the freshman’s mouth--a rite of passage-initiation, Coach Hasster, who was doing the spanking, places the boy on the messy cluttered desk while Heeth holds his legs back.  Hasster then pulls down his red gym shorts and stuff’s the boy’s rectum and promptly sodomized him.
	August let them be and moved off, finding a pair of junior dudes giving one another a hand job out behind the handball courts.  In the faculty parking lot he found Mr. James of  sophomore math getting a nice blowjob from Diana Jambers.  Diana was a nice perky friendly (very friendly) junior August knew semi okay.  
	Carefully August continued wandering until coming up to the drama department area.  Here inside (where it was cool) he found drama director Evelyn Nash bent over a bin of costumes while she sucked crazily away at senior class president Adam Fadwick all the while senior pain in the ass class clown Geoff George pegged her from behind.  All three were nude and all three deeply involved in the scrogging.  Ms. Nash seemed to be very willing and drank Adam’s cock juice, spanked her own ass and could be easily any one of the boys’ mother!
	After pissing on a staff car and then leaving a nice healthy turd in the front seat of a security golf cart, August dressed and returned to visible mode.  He was tired, shagged out, tired.  After firing up his rebuilt Harley and zooming off he found Sally Ann walking home.  She was almost there, about half way.  A little peeved that someone who was supposed to come for hadn’t.
	She was a so-so friend of August’s, they shared a couple of classes and were on the Speech & Debate team.  She was very short, very curly headed, but had a wondrous smile, very near perfect round face, wonderful personality.
	August pulled up alongside her as she walked carrying her books before her.  She hesitated at the offering of “Wanna a ride?” all the business that had taken place at the school had been a little frightening.  But she detested walking and had several blocks of city streets to go before home.
	She climbed on board and August zoomed on.
	But didn’t take her home…naturally.