August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 10
Adventuring

And THEN what happened?
	“I think he’s gone.”
	“Yeah?” then, “Good!”  no love lost there.  Mike, though would have wished the man (Gram) would have been “gone” sooner--like before ever meeting him.
	But, Mike had to admit Gram had helped--sort of.  Gram had made some of Mike’s fantasies cum true.  But, too, he regretted some of the deeds done.  With the recent additions, Colleen, Maggie, and Brian--he didn’t know, with the town in crisis filled with incredible phenomenae and then wild mythical creatures roaming about it was possible the trio was better off.  Possible.
	There was some worry, though, how the three, at least the two girls, would be with the others.  Mike, Jake, John, the kids of theirs were all kinda naughty.  A lot naughty.  Mike was hip with that and cool with it.  Colleen and those with her had been “forced” into sexual depravity otherwise acceptable to the rest of the group.  
	Well, in like with Gram and his device, which was also gone, the new members wouldn’t have a choice.  He didn’t think they would be “forced” into anything or forced to submit, but the rest of the combined growing group would enjoy sex and all its attributes.

	A day after Gram’s “disappearance” the three newest members were privy to the beginning of their new life.  Understanding and coping with the concept of being in a parallel universe took a little doing but wasn’t far fetched or regarded as bullshit.  The girls had paid attention to the news reports and were well aware of the strangeness their world was in the midst of.
	There was a creek nearby where the group had come to assemble, and await the next phase shift--which was taking its sweet time.  Either the phase shift indicator was broken, malfunctioning, or the next phase shift was not available was not known.  Of course, there was no real reason to exit one mini-world to go into another, it was just something they did and sort of had a whim to return to their birth world.
	The creek had been dammed up, naturally.  With very little effort the group made the dam better and soon formed a suitable pond.  (there didn’t seem to be any handy-dandy beavers about to do the work…)
	Once the pond had formulated the group of Mike and his kids, John and his kids, and Jake and his kids--shucked their clothing and skinny dipped.  Colleen, Maggie, and Brian kept close by, ahed by what the main group did--the three didn’t seem to be aware of the fact that it was “Mike” who had taken part in their sexual debacle.  They had been too frightened out of their wits by the sexual misdeeds and then the terror of their town to really be aware of Mike and Gram.

	Seeings as how the three newest members to the group were somewhat standoffish, something that they WERE used to was needed; strong persuasion was in order.  Jake gave a subtle head-nod to the three, John gave them a stern look-- “Get in!” he conveyed strongly.
	Colleen reluctantly slipped out of the ill-fitting clothes lent to her as her clothes where in the van in the Birth World.  Maggie and Brian followed suit with Brian charging into the pool.
	It still took some time for the two girls to liven up, Brian inner mixed with the others--other than Jake and Drake, he was the only other boy.
	Keeping it straight:  Jake; trapped/separated from Skyler.  Skyler still (maybe) in that cave a few chapters back with a small brood of his own.  Jake fell/tripping into a silvery pool and emerged into a new world.  Unable to get back thru the pool he traveled back to the desert mine after emerging in the vicinity of the desert stop of Ma & Pa’s taking Drake-14, Trisha-11, and Kasey-12 on a hellacious adventure of a lifetime.  They traveled to the desert mine whereupon he encounter John and his two grandchildren, Brittany-12 and Samantha-7.
	Then, they encountered the strange man, August Moone, who told them about the Phase Shifting Universes.  It was difficult to understand the concept of the shifting universes within a universe, but the group was given an Indicator to tell of such occurrences.  Sometimes there lay juxtaposed a “gray” universe.  It was even more difficult to explain.
	The “gray universes” were something like shadows of another, after images like on a bad signal from a television set, ghost images.  When set, there were be possibly buildings and tangible things--sometimes all in a gray color scheme.  No peoples.
	The gray universe lasted merely minutes or hours.
	The gray universes were quick ways to move from one non-birth world universe to the next--in some hopes of returning TO the Birth World.  There were Doors in the multi universes, but were damn difficult to find.  One way in, one way out.  But damned difficult to find.  So, the traipsing the “rift” was the only way to move easily.
	There were minor mishaps with doing such, with Doors, there was the possibility of being able to “see” what lay beyond.  With the Phase Shifting universes it was unknown until the gray settled.
	If the gray universe was going to be a “lasting” one, more than 24 hrs, then the gray world settled into one of natural environmental conditions--water, rain, trees, breezes, sights and sounds abound!  All in living color!
	Some gray universes emptied them into a non-birth world of living hell--like the poor unfortunate nuns of the Calming Hand at the remote outpost.  Those minotaurs had been something, really something!
	Ten year old Goldie had been “acquired” while visiting one of the multi universes, basically rescued from some bear creatures who were going to rape the snot out of her, then break her body into bite sized bits for the Momma’s stew.
	Mike and Gram were the recent additions.
	Mike had his daughters, Molly and Shannon (eight years and ten years respectively.)  Colleen, Maggie, and Brian were along with them, too.
	Now you’re caught up.

	After a time, Colleen and Maggie observed on the sandy grassy bank in the full sunlight one of the men, Jake (he was 16 but looked a little older) putting it (his dick) to one of the girls, Kasey.
	The girl seemed receptive, her hands roaming up and down the nude boy’s backside.  He was very tan, his hair a little shaggy and long, kind of muscular.  The girl didn’t seem to be in any peril and was actually fucking back.
	Colleen and Maggie didn’t know what to think, strange things roamed in their minds, strange feelings filled them all over--a tingling.  Their thoughts were all jumbled and made little sense.  
	They did not seem to actually recall being out-and-out kidnapped and sexually abused over the course of a couple of days.  They knew of their parents and all things such as the like for their Birth World, but fully comprehending the fact that they were in another world OTHER than their Birth World was a concept hard to accept.
	And what they thought of the blatant sex was hard to acknowledge, too.  
	Then, their was one of the other men, Mike.  He sat on the bank not far from Jake with one of the group’s girls--Trisha, on his lap.  They were having sex!  The other boy, Drake, a fourteen year old, was nearby with one of the girls of Mike’s, Molly, on her hands and knees.  He was behind her bouncing against her ass.  Under her was the girl Shannon.  Colleen understood it that those two girls were sisters.
	Then, off on the greener grass by one of the great oaks was Colleen’s smart assed brother, Brian.  He was on his back with the girl, Goldie, on top of him.!

	There really wasn’t anything to do but join in.
	Not right off, but Colleen and Maggie were submissive--to the wants and desires of the horny boys.  When the time was right, the timing, the mood, and etc., the girls willingly submitted to the desires of the males.  The girls weren’t roughed up or mistreated--understanding and coping with the notion that they WERE in a new world, a world void of government, cops, morals, good senses, decency, parents (their own) and such kind of paved the way to be a little more expressive and docile.
	Being ten, though, almost eleven, submitting to sexual doings was a toughie.  But, then again the girls were curious.  Maggie, though, had not been a virgin at the time of her capture.  She continued to keep that tidbit of information (of whoever popped her cherry) to herself.
	Jake was first to take Colleen.  He had been awake wondering if ever a phase shift would actually occur again in his lifetime, would he ever get back to Skyler and Forrest when there was movement in the hill-shelter they had found to shelter them.
	A moment was needed before his eyes adjusted, someone within the group was stirring--sneaking out, away, or nightly piss.  The fire in the shelter that was half constructed into a hillside was dying out.  Someone was snoring, someone farted, someone giggled, someone whimpered.
	Jake squinted and followed the “whoever” as they made their way out to the open air.  Colleen.  She stood a moment or two looking around, rubbing her backside and butt--she was clad in a wool blanket as the nights were a little airish.
	Jake slowly made his way to the girl, she was slightly startled at his sudden presence--he was getting good at the stealth stuff.
	“You okay?” he asked concerningly.
	She pursed her lips and nodded, Yes.
	“Gotta pee?”
	The girl nodded Ye, to that too.
	Jake took the girl by the hand and moved her a little ways from the shelter entrance to some trees and bushes nearby.  He himself was nude, a preference of his.  His cock was half engorged, but as the girl squatted and the sound of her urinating got him fully erect.
	He began to stroke, right in front of the girl’s face.
	Colleen farted as she peed.  Jake wanted her to suck him, but the timid sorta frightened girl stood up wrapping the blanket about her young nude body.  Jake escorted her back to the shelter entrance, but stopped short of going in.  Instead he gently pushed her down on the slight slope of the hill, opened the blanket and lay on the girl’s nude body.
	Colleen fretted just a little.  She wasn’t quite ready to give in.  But she opened her legs and felt the tremendous presence of Jake’s jake.  It lay pulsing, throbbing against her almost eleven year old cunny.  She trembled some, but not in fright.  She made faces--some of fright, some of confusion and some of recollection of another time when “receiving” a cock.
	Jake slowly glided himself into the girl and pumped gently.  The urge to out and out fuck the girl was great within him, but somehow he managed to hold off and gently pump.
	Only when the dramatic urge of climax reared up did Jake proceed with increased tempo.  Colleen’s nipples were pert and her young pussy wet.  She gripped tightly to Jake and they meshed, fucking in unison.
	In the cave, John put it to Colleen’s friend, Maggie.  Mike stuffed his daughter, Molly.  And on and on it went…	
Little ‘hos on the Prairie
	 Grass Creek  Walnut Valley  Burnt Hole  Belch Flatts  were just some of the places listed on plank boards tacked to a great elm tree.  Numbered digits possibly to indicate “mileage” distance were included, Grass Creek lay some 2 miles over some rolling grassy hills, Belch Flatts was 50 miles further.
	With no indication of a Phase Shift happening any time soon, and supplies low, John and Jake decided that with Mike as an adult, he could watch over the group while adventure savvy John and Jake checked out Grass Creek.
	If the landscape stayed the same and no phase shifting occurred, then Mike could come along and one of the other adventure savvy gents could stay.
	Over two hills and around one--the third hill was a mother, John and Jake set their eyes on an 1880s style abode.  A barn and a home adjacent to it with a small coral and a large field that had been recently plowed.   No one seemed to be in sight.  Carefully using ultra stealth, the two adventures slithered like snakes along the ground coming up to the home firstly.
	Not right up to the home, there was a clearing space they would have to cross.  There was an outhouse they could get to, but from there it was a little open distance to the lee side (backside) of the home.  
	A small window there was on the backside, a regular one further along, a chimney stack with wifts of smoke trailing out of it.  The home didn’t look old, nor the barn and two smaller outbuildings.  All wood construction, all set in a style popular in the late 1800s.  
	Suddenly a sound caught the two sneakers’ attention.  The first sound they weren’t sure of, but the second told them:  a slap.  Or a smack.  There were sounds coming from the barn, a slight wailing along with the smacking.
	John was curious, Jake was smiling.  
	It wasn’t any easier getting to the barn than it was to the house, but the two stole back into the waist high grass and moved down the slight slope to a babbling creek.  Following it they came to be directly behind the barn.  With no windows to the barn and no windows in direct line o’sight from the house to the creek, John and Jake easily made the barn.
	With a handy-dandy ladder the two slipped up to the loft from the back and took a peek to the narly doings within.  And I do mean narly…
	On the ground floor bend over a hay bale was a young girl, approx. twelve or so, her long dress (in the style of those worn in the 1800s) was tossed up over the girl’s back and she was being wailed upon by her Pa.
	Pa had a belt and was using it--not to hold up his britches--which was not the style at the time, but to lay hard resounding welts against the girl’s bare ass.  Why the girl deserved such treatment was unknown, but she received as many as five hard smacks before the Pa dropped the belt--then dropped his pants.
	Brown old western style pants that were hitched up by straps.  Longhandle dingy white underwear he wore, which was the style in those times, all one piece.  But there was a “trapdoor” in back and a button opening in front.  The front was unopened and the man’s manly manhood Pa-opped out.
	It was already hard.
	The young wailed as she lay across the hay, sniveling and crying so.  Her hands had been twisted and secured behind her back in a futile attempt at blocking the ass beating.  The hand were freed and she caressed her dainty burning bottom--then her Pa dropped to his knees and began spanking her ass again--with his hard Pa-hood.
	“Hold ‘em open.” he told the girl.
	The girl complied, still sniveling.
	The Pa of the girl began an earnest measure of making anal entry, once the head of his Pa-hood was in her hole, he clung to her hips and drove himself in.  He then began to pump.
	The girl clung to the hay bale--pressing her body down as she held her cheeks open being reamed.  The Pa pumped and pumped, pulled out and smacked his Pa-dick against the girl’s still reddened cheeks, then pumped some more until he at last creamed.
	He strained a moment or two, flexed and pumped a little harder until at last his cock could go no more.  After pulling out of his daughter he sat back on his ass, ogling his daughter’s ass and the cream oozing out of it.
	“You wont be sassing your Ma any time soon now, will ya?” he scolded.
	The hapless girl still whimpering shook her head, farted a gooey asshole cum filled fart and said, “No, Pa.”
	“Good girl.” then, “Get yourself together and get back to the house and help out like she asked you to.”
	“Yes, Pa.” the girl said pulling herself together and standing up.  She straightened out her dress and undergarments (no panties back in them days, layered clothing, pantalones, frilly undy things, long underwear designed for girls/women.)
	The Pa needed a few more minutes to gather himself, when he did he stood and ripped a narly butt blast, then stepped over to the great galvanized bathtub.  A bucket (also galvanized) was nearby filled with ready-to-wash water.  He took a moment to wash his cock and balls, let another butt blast rip and returned to the house himself.
	It took a few minutes for Jake and John to exit the barn and make for the house to continue doing what they did best.

	In the house on the prairie (draw your own conclusions here) the house was full.  There was the Ma & Pa, a new girl about thirteen or so, a very young girl about four or so, a boy about fourteen (or so) and the one who had been boffed in the barn, she was about eleven--or so.
	The Ma looked a little haggard, but life on the prairie wasn’t easy--no modern conveniences and such.  There was a great open fireplace with a huge cast iron pot within, then a small wood stove.  No fancy furnishings, all wood made and mostly handmade at that.  There was a bedroom off to one side with a simply curtain to provide privacy.  
	A ladder went up to a loft where Mary (13) and Laura (11) had a bed they shared.  The younger girl had a small room to herself next to Ma & Pa’s, the boy slept there, too.  A privacy curtain there was to separate them…
	All seemed well enough.  Seemed so.  The girls helped out their mother, the two older ones anyways.  The younger one occupied the lap of the boy, Albert.  The Pa none the worse for wear, sat tilted back in a chair smoking his pipe.  Every now and then he would rub boldly his Pa-hood, there was a gleam in his dark eyes as he watched the girls set the table for the evening meal.
	Beans and cornbread were the stable, corn-on-the-cob, spinach accompanied the meal, along with an apple pie.  All homemade and sent the two “spies” into orbit.  All they had were corndodgers…
	During the meal the littlest one got ansy, only big brother Albert could do anything with her--er, calm her down that is to say.  She happily occupied his lap and settled down.  The two spies saw that close to the end of the family meal Albert’s hand that wasn’t stuffing his face was caressing the girl’s leg!
	When the meal was complete the girls (and Albert) set about to do their homework.  The Ma cleared the table, the Pa did some paperwork farm related, farted, and stole looks to his girls…
	After homework, it was bath time.  John and Jake were about to scampering back to their group but upon hearing “bath time” they decided to stick out a little longer.
	All three girls took pails of hot water out to the barn.  Albert took a lantern out to the outhouse.  The Ma and Pa took the time to be alone and smooch.  They danced (to no music but what may be in their heads) and the two spies sneaked themselves to the barn.
	Little Carrie was stripped to the skin.  Laura, too.  Mary was astonished at the red marks on Laura’s ass.
	“You been sassing Ma again?” Mary asked.
	“Yeah.” Laura replied rubbing her still kinda burning ass.
	“Pa’s gonna beat the skin off of you keep sassing.”
	Laura didn’t respond but poured her hot pail of water into the tub.  Mary remained clothed.  She helped the nude Carrie into the tub, the child fussed and was typical.  Laura moved the lantern they had to a different peg, and very nearly exposed the two spies in the loft above them--but was mildly aware of “another” spy.
	Laura turned her back to the far wall and helped bathe the little sister, Mary was getting her clothes wet and finally stood to undress.
	“He’ watching us, again.” Laura said to Mary.
	Mary paused in her undressing and stared to the far wall.  Jake and John couldn’t move lest they be detected to see who it was, although they already knew.  But Jake wondered if it could be the Pa, too, or some other boy.
	It was Albert.
	Whacking off.
	Naturally!

	While Mary dried the giggling wiggling Carrie, Laura took her own bath.  If Albert was still present at the side of the barn it was unknown.  Any movement from Jake & John would be surely detected.  They noshed on their corndodgers, farted silently, rubbed themselves desperately and desired greatly.
	When Laura had completed her bath, she dried herself and the marks on her ass didn’t seem so bad.  She scooped up the still giggly Carrie and carried her off to the house.  Mary remained.  After emptying some of the bath water she poured in her own pail, added fresh cold water and undressed.
	With her own clothes finally off, the delicious girl took her bath.
	Seconds after in the washtub young Albert came out of the shadows from the back of the barn.
	“Whew,” he exclaimed, “I thought they’d never leave.”
	Mary smiled.  “Better check the door.” she said.  There was a twinkle in her eyes as well as a glistening gleam.  Albert checked the door then closed it fully bringing the inside wooden brace down to secure it.  There was the side door and the back door, but those could be heard and give the two a little time.
	A little would be needed as Albert stripped off his clothes and stood at the washtub’s side with a serious rail on.  Mary giggled and gazed upon the fourteen year old’s schlong.  She grinned and then placed her hand about the prong and gave it a squeeze.
	Mary was soon washing the member, squeezing (cupping the hairy dangling balls) and then sucking it.  Albert rocked on the balls of his feet and plowed into Mary’s sweet mouth, his hands running thru her hair of lovely light brown.
	A time or two his prong slipped out and he humped the girl’s face.  Mary seemed to be cock hungry and continued devouring the cock until he began to cum.
	Not a drop was spilled--she drained the boy and he loved it.
	Albert was a strapping lad, not very tall but strapping for his age.  A odd manner of facial expression was bestowed upon him, a rather flat face with a cleft upper lip.  Blue eyes that shinned, he was whimsical and easy going and lighthearted.
	Mary was the smart girl, very pretty, well poised and well liked.  She spoke softly and carried herself well.  There was many a-boy warm for her form.  Albert was lucky to have her as a sister…
	After draining the boy’s cock into her mouth, she sat back giggling as she swallowed the spunk matter, bits of cum were expelled on Albert’s schlong as he stroked himself while his cock limped out.  Mary fingered her self and then pressed the wilting cock to her face.
	Mary was also sensible and wise.
	“We better get back, they’ll come looking for us.”  she eased out of the tub, washed her face and Albert washed his dick.  In a quick sudden move he grabbed Mary at the hips.
	“God, you gotta let me--”
	“No!” Mary shot back quickly, “Not now.”
	Albert pressed his body against Mary’s, his hands going up and down her nude front, fondling her budding breasts and slightly furry snatch.
	“Albert!” scolded Mary, “Not now!”
	But Albert ever the horndog was not deterred.
	“Please, Mary?” he begged (al la whimpered)
	Mary relented, shaking her head and appearing drained.  She moved to the hay bale and positioned herself, spreading a cheek, “Okay.” she said.
	Albert smiled, licking his lips and focusing on the girl’s ass.  He went right to it, smoothing his hands over the ass, fingering the hole as well as the slightly furry cunt.
	Then, unable to hold back any longer he pushed himself up against the girl’s ass, gliding himself all over before attempting penetration.
	“No!” almost shouted Mary, “Not there!  I told you!”
	“Aw, come on, Mary, just one time!”
	Mary stood up shaking her head, it wasn’t going to happen.
	Albert was dejected, and rejected.  Mary collected her clothes, no nookie tonite!
	Going on a hunch that maybe there would be a bit more to spy on, John and Jake moved from the barn to the house.  By the time they made their spying spot, the house was quieted down and everyone in bed.  There were, though, worthy items of note.
	The Pa was putting it to the Ma--hard.  The covers had been tossed askew and her legs were up and the man was “getting after it.”  The Ma was concerned that the children could hear them.  The Pa didn’t seem to care and continued his efforts in fucking.
	Next door, in the adjacent room--hard up dejected/rejected Albert was STILL not deterred.  Mary had turned him down but there was always Carrie.  Carrie, though, was four--Albert, though--didn’t care.  When you’re horny, you don’t care.  Albert was naked.  Carrie wore a night gown but nothing else underneath.  Albert kneeling before the girl lifted her nightgown and rub-a-dub-dub!
	His cock pressed against the child’s stomach--then delved down between her legs to hump on her little slit.  His hands roamed all over the child and soon his hornyness increased to where he hefted the child onto her little bed, opened her legs and began licking her pussy.
	Creakings there were a-plenty topside, where Mary and Laura were.  Something was going on up there, or they were restless one.  There was no noise from the Ma & Pa room…
	Albert soon laid his prick against Carrie’s poon, neither Jake or John could determine if the girl was virginal--they would need an Up Close & Personal viewing…
	Jake thought for sure the boy was going to enter the girl, but he didn’t.  he merely humped.  A lot.  Earnestly.  Carrie giggled, peed, and seemingly enjoyed the naughtiness.  Albert unleashed a massive load of pent up cum.  With his cock merely humping between the girl’s legs and not IN, his cum shot exploded out and doused Carrie’s stomach and chest.  
	Albert wasn’t thru, though--he crawled up onto the girl, dragging his cum squirter until he was seated squarely at her chest.  He then leaned forward, taking his member and jacking it.  Carrie all the giggles took the leaking schlong and sucked on the head.
	With little encouragement from big brother Al, Carrie sucked, too, on the teen’s hairy balls.  Albert then began poking the girl in the mouth until he was cumming once more.  And it was a drainer--clear milky white substance spewed in one terrific shot--straight down Carrie’s throat.  The rest smeared onto her sweet little face.
	Albert, ever the cad, slipped back down to the floor on his knees, his energy levels seriously decreasing.  He tongued Carrie’s poon, lifted her legs and tongued her asshole.

	Topside, Mary WAS horny.  She lay against her younger sibling, fingering the girl as she fingered herself--using Laura’s hand!  The girls spoke in low whispers and soon the covers were pushed out of the way and a NAKED Mary and Laura were lovely to see.
	Mary seemed to have said something, a command or suggestion was not clear.  Laura giggled and sat up on his knees, her young body was delicious.  Jake secretly wished he had Gram’s mind altering device.…
	Laura’s nude body was delish!  Perky little titties, lily white body, a slight poon pie covering her snatch.  Jake wondered, the Pa was stuffing her asshole--was he, too, cramming her cunt?  Was Laura the only one getting the back door treatment?  What of Mary?  Albert?  Carrie???
	Laura soon went down on sister Mary.
	Mary frigged herself, arched her back and pumped into her sister’s face.  She was in need.  She feared getting pregnant, which was why she had put off the horny Albert.  Butt hole fucking was fine and all, and equally satisfying and cunt fucking--but…
	Laura licked and licked, munched and sucked before crawling up between her sister’s legs and pounding her own twat against Mary’s.  the two clung to one another oddly and then entered into a misshapen Scissor fuck of pussy pounding.
	It was quite a sight and John and Jake were well pleased.

*

	It was thought surely Albert would be killed.  But that’s what you get for thinking.  The Pa entered into the room, “Albert, time to get up, son.” Albert stretched and yawned, farted and struggled to awaken.  Laying snuggled nakedly against him under the sheets was Carrie.  
	The Pa checked the girl’s bed, there was a reason (another reason) why the child would be nude and in Albert’s bed--she had pissed in hers.  Albert was nude, too--a preference.
	Typical of a man, he let the stinky pissed in sheets stay where they were and “passed the buck” to the wife.  The Pa sipped on some ready made coffee, the Ma stripped the bed chastising the still sleeping child.  Albert stood naked selecting his clothes struggling to awaken.  His Ma gave him a little glance, collected the sheets and went outside to get them soaking in a wash tub.
	Albert jerked his pud, opened Carrie’s legs and humped on her.  He could hear his sisters topside--he surely wanted to boff them, at least one of them.

	There was an hour’s of work, then a bit of breakfast and the three older kids struck off for school.  The Pa did some work around the farm, the Ma cleaned the house and washed some sheets.
	Carrie ran around naked.

	The town:  Walnut Valley was a quaint Kansas prairie town with probably no more than 200 peoples.  One church, one livery stable, stage coach line, no train stop, one general store, no tavern (bar), one hotel (with two floors only) and a couple of other small shops.  A wood mill powered by a creek was the main job source.  No dentist but there was a doctor, one school servicing several grades in one room, and newspaper office.
	The school teacher was a lovely dish by the name of Eve Beedle.
	She was in her mid 20s, reddish brown hair, prim and proper and while ringing the school bell her breasts were proud and guessed to be about 28Bs.  She was cute and the desire of many a young boy--and some girls!

	Inasmuch as there was naughtiness going on at the little house by the creek, there was some going on in the town, too.  Starting in the general store, a one Mr. Olson fondle women’s undergarments.  Frilly new things coming onto the market--they were the predecessor to modern day panties.  They were a cross of Men’s Boxers and regular undies.
	Fondle-fondle-fondle!
	Presently a young woman came in, dressed up as if she were going to Sunday Church, hat; umbrella, fancy clothing.  She carried a ditty bag and was well greeted by the fondling Mr. Olson.  The two embraced and the Mr. said, “Cloe has gone over to Carpenterville to visit her sister, who’s sick.”
	There was a mischievous look upon the young woman’s face,
	“Then the kiddies are in school…”
	“Yes.”
	Olson turned the OPEN sign on his window to CLOSED and the two scooted up the stars to the living area of the general store.  The store was actually owned by the wife, the one who was away for the day.  Mr. O was a middle aged balding man, slender and stern appearing, but otherwise okay.
	The young woman was a “representative” of a large perfume company, in her bag were samples.  Mr. O cared less about the perfume…
	Upstairs on his bed (ye, the one he shared with his kinda domineering wife) the took mid morning lovers stripped to the skin and got funky.  Nothing too spectacular, just get on and fuck.  Not a lot of kissing or petting, just plain ole fucking.

	At the livery stable:  a young boy not quite a teen yet, was getting his bee-hind tanned.  Severely.  He was laid out across a bale of hay, his pants were at his ankles and he wore nothing else.  His father--so it was assumed, had a hunk of plank board busting the boy’s ass.
	A severe scolding soon ensued after the beating.  After that, the boy pulled up his clothes and was shoved to the school across the wide-wide dirt street.

	Not much was really going on, there was the sawmill, the doctor’s office, the newspaper, and stage coach--all were checked (er, spied on) and when nothing of particular interest was noted, the two Spies returned to their cave-shelter for a little rest.
	At the cave-shelter, Colleen was apprehensive about really joining in on the sexual festivities.  Maggie readily engaged and Brian--the little horndog was quite the little fucker.  With help (coaxing) from Drake the young boy happily got it on with Trisha and Kasey.  Mike also allowed the boy to have his way with Molly and Shannon.  Goldie gave it up to anyone.
	But Colleen was standoffish.  Mike still worried that though for the moment she did not recall the horror that had been upon her; the kidnapping and sexual romp that followed.  She went about with a blanket about her and when Jake/John returned with appropriated (stolen) clothing (from when visiting the general store while Mr. O was shagging the perfume gal), Colleen wore clothes.  Maggie and Brian continued to go nude.
	Though reserved, Colleen was submissive, when Jake, Drake, John, and/or Mike wanted to fuck her, she was willing enough.  She seldom spoke and mostly kept to herself.  She helped make the daily meals and keep the shelter tidy, but not much more than that.
Meanwhile, back in town
	Kids roamed about, business was usual, narliness continued.
	In a side building, a storehouse adjacent to the general store, a boy and a girl were within.  It was after school, the girl was approx. two years older than the boy.  She was pretty, but appeared to be snobbish, uppity, and one of those ‘mean’ girls.  She was the daughter of the parents who ran/operated the one general store of Walnut Valley.  (so she was spoiled rotten, too.)
	The other was a boy, her brother.  He appeared a bit more congenial, nicer, and a typical boy of the time period.  He seemed to be in some sort of agony, pleading & begging of his sister for something.
	“Please?” begged the boy.
	“No!” retorted the girl.  She licked on a sucker, her hair was blond with twin curly tails hanging off to each side of her pretty little head.  She was well dressed and seemed to rule over her brother.
	“I’ll give you my allowance.” continued the boy.
	His sister seemed to think about it.
	“And my chores?” she added into the mix.
	The boy nodded.
	The girl, Nellie, raised her pinkish dress to reveal her nakedness underneath.  The young boy licked his lips, eyes all aglow to the twelve year old’s bald beaver.
	The boy, Willie, reached out to “touch” it.  Nellie quickly stepped back, dropping her dress.
	“Aw, c’mon, Nellie.”
	“YOU got me in trouble with Ms. Beedle.” she said flatly and in a huff.  She licked her sucker and plopped onto a crate.  Willie was dejected, and pissed off.  Standing upright it was quite evident that he sported a boner.  He wore typical brown pants that were held up by a pair of suspenders.
	“ALL my allowance--for this month!” 
	That had Nellie’s attention.  She let the thought roll through her little mind, “AND my chores!?” she had to amend.
	Willie scoffed at that addition, but he sighed and relented with a head nod.  Nellie smiled, she always got her way.  Mostly.  Still sitting on the crate she pulled her knees up, opened her legs and moving her dress out of the way to expose herself.  Willie got to his knees right before her and stared wide eyed at the beautiful snatch.
	With trembling fingers he “touched” the hairless cunny.  There were only small blond hairs covering the poon, she was slow in developing.  
	“Lick it.” Nellie said.
	Willie didn’t even barter but leaned in and began licking his sister’s cunny as he would ice cream.  He licked and licked and licked and got his sister into a fit.  So much so that she pushed him away, “That’s enough!” she chastised.  She struggled to maintain her pose as a bossy uppity sister.
	“Let me do you!” complained/wailed Willie.
	“No way!” screeched Nellie, “not after what you did last time!”
	“I didn’t know that would happen!” 
	Nellie stood in a huff, her brother stood pleading.
	“I want you to tell Ms. Beedle that it was YOU who switched the test papers and spilled the ink.”
	“But I’ll get in trouble!” wailed the boy.
	‘Exactly!’ then, “Oh well, I guess you don’t want to do it after all.” the girl shrugged and started to strike off.
	“Nooooooo!  Ok-ok, I’ll-I’ll do it, I’ll tell Ms. Beedle tomorrow.”
	“Tonite, after supper.”
	“Okay, fine.”
	Nellie smiled and pulled her dress back up, she turned about and BENT OVER.  Willie unhitched his trousers and was nude.  Happily the boy licked the girl’s ass, mostly her crack and hole.  Nellie spreaded her own cheeks wider; brother Willie stood and pressed his boy wonder to her hole.  They had done this sort before, it took only a little doing before Willie was easily sliding in and out of the girl’s asshole.  

The Doctor is In
	Just a few buildings down from the general store storehouse, there was the Doctor’s office.  The only one in town.  He mostly got paid in fruits, vegetables, chickens, eggs, or invites to dinners and such.  So his taking special liberties was something he took pleasure in.
	In his back private exam room there was a young girl.  Not too young, about thirteen or so.  She was laid out in a chair and had just been rendered unconscious.  No one else was about, the windows were closed and the curtains drawn.  
	The good doctor then ran his hands up the girl’s legs, opening them and smiling to himself.  He was in his late 40s, graying a bit at the temples, looked like a drinker, but seemed kind and amiable just the same.
	The girl wore a blue dress with white trim lace and a bow tie (also white trim lace).  Silky dark brown hair, a sweet pure innocent face, budding breasts.  The good doctor tending her took his time, on a side table from the exam bed/table was a small brown bottle with a rag over it.  (just in case)
	Slowly he pulled the girl down in the exam chair, lifting her legs up and peering gleefully to her crotch.  Unlike some other girls, Amy wore under clothing.  Dr. Baker rubbed on the girl’s ass and worked the undergarment off, exposing her dainty precious little butt.  
	The doctor began to perspire, greatly.	Licking his lips nervously he worked the underclothing off then pushed the dress up but not off.  With her legs dangling over the sides of the exam chair, the doctor began fingering the virginal poon.  With his other hand he freed his cock and stroked whilst he fingered.
	Soon he was too involved and straddled himself on the exam chair and the girl, bringing the girl to him, his manhood rubbing against her pussy.  He then humped.  And humped.  And humped some more.  A great gob of man juice was expelled from his schlong, there was a quick and sudden glorifying “AH” of ultimate satisfaction from his hellish deed, he continued humping until his swelled prick had emptied fully his seed.
	Diddling his fingers in the splooge he smeared it all over the girl’s cunny, even shoved his finger into her equally virginal asshole.  A little more humping and then he had the girl completely under him with his flaccid penis gliding about her unconscious mouth.
	Suddenly the acknowledgement bell tinkled from the outer greeting reception office.  Baker looked panic, drenched in sex sweat, it was the girls parents come to fetch her he assumed.  Quickly, and almost falling off the exam chair, he pulled himself (and his clothes) together.
	“Dr. Baker?” came a high pitched voice, a woman.  A high browed gussied up busy bodied woman, Ms. Harriet Olson, the owner of the general store, wife of Mr. Nelson Olson, busy body interloper of the entire town.
	“Hello?” she continued to inquire.  Doc Baker braced against the wall of his exam room.  Was the door locked?  He couldn’t remember.  Little Amy Carlton was still in disarray, still coated in his love cream.  He didn’t think he could “explain” it away.
	The busy body of the town pecked on the wall.  “Hello?” she said in her annoying high pitched voice, “Anyone in there?”
	There was a long pause and then a resounding “Humph!”  Baker could hear footstomps across his floor and then the door slam.  He waited, she could still be lurking just on the other side…
	She wasn’t though, the busy body stomped out of the Doctor’s office and across the street to the newspaper.  She was just out to stir up trouble.  It was her goal in life to ruin others, spread gossip, and be a busy body.
	Baker redressed little Amy and applied medications that would arouse her.  He gave her the exam she needed and sent her own her way.

Extra Curricular Activities
	Ms. Eve Beedle taught school during the day, and private school afterwards.  Like most of the people of the town, she was a pillar.  Well respected, liked, charming, smart.  Was a member of the church, the choir, and citizens committee.  Being a teacher and all, the town provided her with a small modest home.  Ms. Busy Body Olson had paid it a visit, too; but like at the Doctor’s, she found no one home.
	Ms. Beedle, though--WAS home.  Secluded in her bedroom where it was private.  She was nude, on her hands and knees on her antique full sized bed--sucking on Jimmy Johanson’s cock while Fred Meeker plowed her from behind.  Both boys were farm boys who were members of her class.  Jimmy was fifteen and a lunkhead, not destined to actually graduate and was still at the sixth grade.  Fred fared better and was a solid “C” student at the seventh grade level.  He was sixteen.  Both boys had lovely hard cocks, Ms. Beedle’s face was already coated in love cream, her ass cheeks were inflamed by the horrendous spankings the boys had given her.  
	There was more.  After her mouth and asshole were filled to capacity, overflowing with teen boy cum, she was turned to her back, spread eagled, and tied to the bed frame.  The boys then peed on her then tweaked her nipples, clit, and re-fucked her relentlessly for the rest of the afternoon.
	
	Back at the shelter-cave, the phase shift indicator finally indicated a phase shift was immanent.  It would lead them into a gray universe, it would settle out and end with two options:  one) empty those who had gone INTO the gray universe back into the universe they had just been in;  two) deposit them in a NEW non-birth world universe.
	Decisions-decisions.
	The universe they were in was providing adequate entertainment, the living conditions were kinda drab.  The Shift was 24 hrs. away.  Jake and John decided a bit more spying, to see it played out to some level of ecstasy and then…
Just Desserts Old West Style
	Nellie.  Nellie-Nellie-Nellie.  In a word--she was a bitch.  A tyrant.  A spoiled rotten mean girl who bullied everyone; and if she couldn’t get her way with that--she turned on the charm.  And if THAT didn’t work, she pulled dirty tricks and got people (kids and adults) into trouble.
	She was a thorn and a bane to most of the kids around her, and her mother could see no wrong her child done--she was just like her!  Mostly Nellie O had it in for Laura.  Laura and Mary were “farm” girls, Nellie was a city girl and detested the likes of “farm” girls.  (she actually detested everyone, but…)
	The farm girls…
	Albert, Mary, and Laura walked slowly home.  Mary had visions of winning a history contest--but it required an awful lot of work.  The bonus would be going to the city and winning there, then state, then national!  The concept of “how big was a mini-non-birth-world universe anyway” was a difficult one to conceive, but John had come to assume that it was “in the mind” of those dwelling within.
	“Huh?”
	The mini-world/universe was probably actually quite small, no bigger than say a state’s county.  (maybe even smaller)  People have probably come in from the Birth World, bringing their technology at the time along with them and setting up in a new place.  After several generations, all was copasetic--the norm.  
	“But what about the traveling, going beyond the “county” boundaries?”
	“Well, with that, I think it lies in the matrix of the mini universe.”
	“Matrix?”
	“Yes, a generator of some sort creating the environment of which the new world people live in.  As they move about, going beyond the county boundaries, the universe moves with them--or gives the illusion of such.”
	Oh.  That clears everything up.  Just like mud…

	“Hold up.” Albert called out, he stepped off the well worn path to their home, unhitching his pants and flopping out his cock for a nice afternoon pee.  He farted, too.  Mary shook her head in mild disgust, Laura giggled.
	As Albert peed, and subsequently fondled himself, Mary and Laura complained about Nellie, their tormentor.  Mary not so much, but Nellie really had it in for Laura.
	“You shouldn’t let her get to you, Laura.” Mary said consolingly.
	“I cant help it, she’s a bitch!”
	“You better not talk like that around Ma or Pa or you’ll get taken out to the barn again.”
	Laura rubbed her ass, it had been not so long ago and her precious butt was still sore.  
	“Yeah,” scoffed the still peeing/jerking off Albert, “you get taken out to the barn more than anyone.” he giggled and Laura stuck her tongue out at him.  Albert waggled his penis to her.  Mary looked about to make sure no one was about.
	“YOU’VE been taken to the barn a bunch a times, too, Mary!” Laura piped.
	“Not as many as YOU have!” snapped back Mary.
	Albert’s schlong was hard.  He casted looks to his sisters.  He said nothing but his message was conveyed nonetheless.
	Mary shook her head, Laura returned no expression one way or another.
	“We can go swimming!” piped Laura suddenly.  It WAS a hot day. 
	“We probably should get home.” Mary replied, she at least had homework to do and she was very studious about doing so.  Playtime was something way down on her list.
	“Aw, come on, Mary, don’t be a prune!”
	“That’s PRUDE, not prune.” Mary corrected.
	“I know what it means!” shot back Laura.
	Albert was already down at the creek shucking his clothes.
	Laura followed.
	Mary held her ground, “I’m going home.” she said factly.
	“Bye.” said Laura as she scooted off the path thru the grass and to the creek.  Brother Albert was already nude and splashing about.
	“You’re going to be late!” shouted Mary.
	Laura and Albert shinned her on.
	Mary scuffed the ground somewhat angrily.
	“Pa will come looking for you--and skin you!”
	Laura barrel jumped into the creek, Albert splashed about on his back.

	At the “farm girls’” home, the littlest farm girl was asleep.  In the outer main room the air was well scented with the luscious smell of dinner in prep.  Pot roast!  The Ma wiped her brow and looked about to see what else might be needed or required.  
	She was smoothing out her basic apron when her husband came in.  A big smile on his face, he was a good man--tall, full head of rich coarse dark hair.  He was usually in a good mood and after shutting the door he grabbed his “woman” about the waist and smooched her.
	“Charles!” the Ma cried out, “Not now,” then, “the girls will be home anytime now.”
	“Nope,” explained Charles, “I was up on the hill and saw them at the creek swimming.” then with a broad-broad smile, and mischievousness in his dark eyes, “we got time.” he then whirled his woman around and planted her on the table.  Tin plates and eating ware went scooting to the floor, the Ma’s dress moved up and her undergarments down.  The Ma protested, but not so much as a deterrent to her horny hubby.

	Laura sat on her hands and knees, behind her Albert tongued her crack.  Naked Mary sat in the creek enjoying the coolness, cooling the tingling feeling that was ever present between her legs.  Her fantastic sky blue eyes focused mainly on Albert’s dangling wares.  His cock was stiff and he stroked it a little as he licked Laura.
	Soon the boy could be put off no longer and he saddled up against Laura, taking his stiffy to her hole.  Laura leaned down, opening her legs a bit to make the event more easier.  Mary frigged herself more…

	Charles’ big dick slid effortlessly into Caroline’s tight cunt.  Despite dropping four kids, her womanhood was still deliciously cock pleasingly snug.  Charles glided in and out in a quick manner, pulling out and poking her asshole, too.  Caroline was not so keen on being reamed in the backdoor, she tolerated it, though, as it pleased her husband so.
	With the heat of their passion evolving more and more, their clothing became too much and fell away to the clean swept floor.  Caroline’s legs flailed madly about as she was hammered.

	Mary came slowly like a slithering snake up to the bank side, her young teen pussy quivered and needed more than fingering.  But getting impregnated by one’s own brother would be bad.  Very bad.  Of course, she could name some “other” boy, or even a stranger.  But she wasn’t a very good liar…
	Albert’s cock was buried completely into Laura’s asshole.  His balls slapped against her body and sometimes cinched up tight to her pussy.  Laura’s face grinded into the mossy bankside, she sometimes frigged her burning cunt and/or pulled her cheeks open.
	Finally, Albert was cumming.  He strained and pushed his balls against Laura’s cunt more and more--then fucked like a mad ultra horny rabbit.  He pulled out and humped against Laura’s inflamed pussy, then drove back into her asshole to complete the deed.
	He was still shooting when Mary came up onto the bank, “let me taste it” she said.
	Albert grinned, he barely had the strength but pulled his funky cock out and shot his remaining cum into Mary’s awaiting mouth.  The girl jaked the boy’s cock, fondled his balls and quivered all over.  It wasn’t the cold of the creek that made her nipples stand out…
	Laura watched in awe, it was the first time she had seen her sister take Albert’s cock juice.  She turned and sat on her knees and watched, fingered herself and lusted…

	Caroline was in for it, her hubby was in some sort of mood, after filling her womanhood to the maximum pleasure, he pulled out and languished on her--sucking on her breasts, fingering her sopping wet cunny and tantalizing her.  Charles, though, was far from done…
	Caroline soon found herself sprawled across the table, naked with astute attention directed to her ass.  Charles plied the pioneer’s ass cheeks apart and delved his tongue up and down her crack, specifically attentive to her hole.
	Caroline felt the awesome presence of her husband’s cock to her poop chute.  She clutched to the handmade table and endured.
	And then she heard a giggle.
	A wee giggle.
	Carrie had awakened from her nap.

	“You have to wash it off first.” Mary said.
	Albert looked to his steamy member, freshly pulled from Laura’s asshole, it needed a little cleaning.  So did Mary’s chin and cheeks…
	Mary watched to make sure the boy did as asked, and when he had cleaned his cock sufficiently, Mary scooted down on her back--nestling in the sweet two foot grass and opening her legs.
	“When you feel you’re cumming you got to pull out.” she warned.
	Albert nodded and promised that he would.
	Sure.
	Laura watched in awe, her cunny gushed and was all a quiver.
	Albert looked upon Mary’s cunt and was going to go down on it, to give it a customary lick and suck.
	“No time for that!” Mary scolded, she grabbed her brother by the shoulders and dragged him up her body.  Albert was cool, he didn’t care, he just thought Mary liked being licked.
	Carefully and slowly he guided his cock into Mary’s quim, he’s eyes rolled and Laura got into position whereas she could see the “penetration” in action.

	For some reason it was Caroline who was more embarrassed and needed to make a quick exit.  She hurried, nakedly, to the barn to wash herself--leaving Charles to tend to Carrie.
	Charles scooped up the little girl, lifted her dress to check and see if she were “dry.”  She wasn’t.  He slightly scolded the child then sat her on the table and lifted her dress off, then pulled off her underclothing.  Little Carrie was only partially awake, she giggled and seemed not to care that her Pa was naked.
	Charles’ schlong was still mightily erect and oozing bits of cum.
	New clothing was acquired but the girl’s bed sheets remained for Caroline to deal with.  Charles was about to slip on fresh new clothing to his youngest child, when he paused to lay the girl down--open her legs, an hump on her very young cunny.
	Carrie giggled and twisted, Charles laid his engorged schlong to the child’s cunny and humped his fill.  He grinded hard against the girl, his whole body in a swath of sweat until finally he quickly expelled his juices.
	One shot shot up Carrie’s body, another soiled her stomach with the remaining juices coating her young innocent cunny.  Carrie diddled her fingers into the spunk matter, tasting her fingers and thrilling her Pa.  Charles was awed by his daughter’s doings; he got her to finger her soiled cunny more and more and she licked the juice all up.  This only prompted Charles to do the ultimate naughty--sitting down and taking Carrie with him, standing her up and getting her to suck on the head of his cock.

	“Oh God!” Mary exclaimed as her young teen body shuddered, it felt like having a real good piss.  She trembled and quivered all the while brother Albert pumped her--bringing her to orgasm.
	She had thought she had had orgasms before, there was barely the understanding of what an “orgasm” was, but what Albert was able to do to her was beyond measure.  And she knew she wanted him to do her again!  Often!
	“Oh God!” Mary exclaimed with a shudder that went all over.  Her body trembled as it meshed with his during the finality of the incredible orgasm.  Her pussy clenched tightly about Albert’s cock and she didn’t seem to care that his baby making splooge was shooting inside her.
	Albert fell off to one side, cum still spurting from his cock.  Mary lay still quivering from her experience.  Getting fucked in the ass was nothing compared to the pussy.  Fingering herself or being licked out by her sibs was nothing in comparison to getting dicked.
	She lay trembling for some time, her pussy requiring a few minutes to settle down.  Laura was curious and wanted to “experience” that feeling, too.  But she was cautious and held off jumping her brother.  She did though, squat on his face and demand he bring her to as much climatic orgasm as he had done to Mary.
	Albert was only too happy to oblige.  Too happy.

Sex Ed 101, Advanced
	The door opened and the farm girls (and boy) were not prepared for what they saw:  on the family table (the only one) was their Ma & Pa--butt bare assed naked “doing it.”  with the Ma on top!
	Pa’s cock was buried fully into Ma’s cunt, his hands clamed tightly to her naked ass, her legs straddling him as she yearned to get to her orgasmic bliss.
	The Ma tried to struggle and leap away as she seldom was seen nude before her children, Albert the least.  The Pa, though, held her firm until she finally did manage wrench herself away and cling to the nearby wall, one hand covering her womanhood, the other grabbing a towel.
	“What are you doing her?” she asked sternly.
	The kids looked to one another, “We live here.” replied Mary.
	The Ma was exasperated and gave her nude husband a dirty scornful look.  The Pa remained on the table, propping himself up on his elbows, his cock still hard squirting some of its precious liquid cream.
	“No time like the present.” he told his wife.
	She looked to him again in astonishment.
	“Now?”
	“Why not?”
	Charles eased off the table and looked to his good wife of fifteen years.  She didn’t look to enthused, but relented and naked hoped back up onto the table.  She laid down and Charles opened her legs.  He began fingering her furry untrimmed cunt--Albert had an instant boner.  Mary and Laura were in total awe--with both girls eyeing mostly their Pa’s stiffening dripping cock.
	Charles worked Caroline’s cunt until she began to clench and tremble.  With a gentle stroke of his pud he climbed on top and glided the head of his manhood up and down the gash.
	“This is how we make love, make babies and enjoy what God gave us for pleasure.”
	Barely were the kids listening to the sex talk, about procreation, recreation, and when and where to do such things (in privacy) and how not to talk to others about it as it was a personal private and family thing.  He then made vaginal entry and proceeded with the advancement of sex ed.
	Mary found herself frigging herself, furiously.  Laura was all in tune with watching up close and personal her Pa’s manliness plow into her Ma’s cunt.  Albert stood by jerking off.
	Ma soon put her feet up on the edge of the table and got into the somewhat indecent act, she clung to her naughty husband and clenched her cunny muscles about his pioneering schlong and fucked back.

	And on and on it went until the Pa finally unleashed a torrent of hot man juice.  The Ma trembled and leaked her own personal juices, shook and shuddered with her toes curling and everything.  Laura squatting just behind watched as mixed juices oozed out of her Ma’s pussy.  She could see her Pa’s massive cock surging, pulsing, throbbing, his hairy balls all tightly cinched up.  There was extreme mustiness in the air and Laura had cum…
	The Pa was exhausted.  He pulled out and lay off onto the table on his back.  The Ma lay similarly exhausted but sat up with the thought of traipsing back out to the barn--and locked eyes on son Albert.  Albert had his penis out and jerking it, his clothes at his ankles.  Her pussy tingled again, still cumming and still desiring to cum.
	Mary sidestepped up to the table, she looked upon her Pa’s flaccid prick as if it were some very tasty once a year treat.  She was licking her lips and fingering herself.  Her Pa reached down and patted the girl’s ass, squeezed it and slowly took her hand to rest it on his pulsing member.
	Then, the Ma eased off of the table and walked on numb legs to her room.  Albert followed her (with his eyes) and there was a subtle head nod from the Ma, Albert smiled and followed her in.	
	The Pa, and the girls, could peer into the parental room from the outer room and could see Albert on top of the Ma fucking her--taking the sex ed lesson to heart.  Laura worked her soiled undergarments down and then peeled out of her prairie dress.  Mary did likewise.
	While Albert took a moment to rest his weary worn out cock, the Ma peered into the outer room.  She was not disgusted or alarmed at what she saw, she actually seemed to bestow no outward expression to be detectable by the two spies spying.  She lay back down in the bed and worked her son’s cock back to life.

	On the table, Laura came to straddle her Pa’s face, to wriggle her already moist cum laden cunt.  The Pa sucked on her virtually hairless poon, nipping the lips and bud, driving his cock deep into the girl’s pussy unaware that fingers, tongues, and “objects” had previously done so.
	Mary’s hands worked her Pa’s cock back to full stiffness then proceeded to suck on the shaft, the hairy balls, and then gobble on the cock as a whole.  Slowly the girl eased up onto her Pa’s nakedness and guided his cock into her body.
	In the Ma & Pa bedroom Albert had his Ma in a doggie-style position doinking her.  Caroline pressed her head into her down pillow enduring the incredible butt fuck.  She wanted to see what was going on in the outer room, but assumed Charles was screwing both girls…
	She assumed right.
	After Mary had “received” a copious amount of Pa-juice into her cunny, Laura leaned down (as she was still sitting perched on his face) and sucked on the cock, squeezing the cum shooter and virtually draining it.  She then was repositioned to where her cunny sat nuzzling the limped cock.  She lay down on her Pa’s heaving body, Mary smoothed her hand onto Laura’s ass and began fingering the girl’s hole.  Laura began to hump on her Pa’s cock and soon he was driving into her…

The Rise and Fall of a Bitch
	If she didn’t get her way, she make it hell for those around her, especially “farm girls.”  If she didn’t get her way, she fret to her mother who would insist the way.  If she didn’t get her way she make those around her pay.  She was a bitch.  A Queen Bitch, and not at all a nice person.
	She needed taken down a notch or two--or three.
	She was pretty, but that was all she had going for her.  In actuality she was a mediocre student, but by coercion and cheating she maintained a steady “A”.  Her father scolded her a few times and tossed her across his lap for a righteous well deserved spanking--he knew very well his daughter was up to no good.  But with a domineering wife--the scoldings were about the limit of his discipline.
	Laura tried to take Mary’s advice “don’t let her get to you”.  But it was damned difficult when Nellie Olson was a major part of her day.  And it seemed as though Nellie made it a point to be a bane to Laura, too.
	When Laura had been blamed for a paper snafu where it looked as if though she had cheated on a test, Laura had had enough.  “the bitch gotta pay.”
	Ms. Beedle sort of knew, too, that Laura probably didn’t out and out “cheat” and she believed Laura was innocent, but Ms. Olson got wind of it (by help from her tattletale daughter) and insisted Laura be punished.  It meant expelled from the school for a period of undetermined time, not allowed to any special school events--which meant a special carnival and dance that were pending and an outing to a neighboring town’s museum.
	Laura was pissed.
	She told her folks and pleaded her case.
	And with Mary backing her up, Laura’s Ma & Pa sided with their daughter.  They made no headway with Ms. Beedle and none at all with the uppity snooty robust Ms. Olson.  The Mr. of the Olson believed Charles and Laura, but he was “whipped” and powerless.
	With Laura upset and hurt, her Ma and Pa were, too.  Mary tried to rally the other students, convincing them not to go to school.  She was mostly successful with the farm boys and some of the other kids, which didn’t help matters in actuality.  
	When Ms. Beedle saw how empty her class was, she was all for relenting and allowing Laura back, to take a separate test with just herself and Laura.  But Nellie caught wind of it and ratted to her mother.  And Ms. Olson raised unholy hell--threatening to have Ms. Beedle replaced.  She caused a great deal of trouble and all the while--Nellie laughed it off and munched on candy from her Mother’s store.
	As it happened, one early evening Nellie found herself in a dire predicament.   She was at the outer fringes of her town posting flyers telling of the impending carnival coming to town.  It was supposed to have been Laura’s job, but…well, you know.
	When Nellie protested, her father glared her down and nearly shoved the hapless girl out the door.  Nellie tried to pass the thankless job off to her brother, but he had an armful of flyers to post at the opposite edge of town.  
	Half a dozen more flyers there were, Nellie merely crimped one to a fence post and tossed the others into the creek at the footbridge.  She thought she heard something and looked about.  She saw a boy at the creek, peeing.  He had a large cowboy hat on, was shirtless, and had a black mask about his eyes.  Nellie stared at the pissing boy and never heard someone sneak up behind her…