August Moone Sagas
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 11
Deviant Behavior

Extra-curricular activities
	Fary danced a jig as his ass was beaten, his bare ass clenched and soon he found himself somewhat humping Ms. Beverly’s leg!  As he lay pressed against the teacher’s lap, held firmly, enduring incredible punishment he became strangely aroused.  The punishment ended before anything actually could happen but when he stood, his prong “stood”, too.
	Lori Metcalf standing right close got a full view of near naked Fary’s cock.  Fary rubbed his ass and cared not for his nudity.  Ms. Beverly gently guided the distraughtly stunned Lori to her lap—and laid her down.  There was a strange glancing look cast from Ms. Beverly to Fary, a strange look of wickedness?  She smiled and as Lori twisted and became dully aware that she was going to be in as much pain and suffering as Fary was, the smacking commenced to her, too.
	Lori wore a skirt, a red pleated thing of red and gray, cheerleader-like.  Lori herself WAS a cheerleader, a preppy uppity cheerleader who generally got her way ‘cause she was “cute”, her daddy owned several downtown businesses, her mommy ran a small corporation or some such junk, and they were high & mighty members of the church.
	To Ms. Beverly (and Fary), that didn’t mean shit.
	Lori twisted as the blows busted her ass, Fary stood in awe; one hand rubbing his still burning flesh while the other methodically stroked his erection!  Ms. Beverly continued convey a Devil’s smile…

	After the reign of several smacks to Lori’s ass, the skirt was pulled up and for a moment Fary was allowed to gawk at the girl clad in red panties.
	“Whoa.” he muttered; nodding his head he conveyed to his homeroom teacher that he liked—a lot.
	And so it continued thereafter with Lori’s red panties being worked down and another round of intense paddle spanking began.  Young Fary stood working his cock harder until he was near the explosive moment.

	It was then the spanking stopped; Lori was fit to be tied.  Ms. Beverly would have liked that, so would Fary—so would August!  Anyways, Ms. Beverly put her hand to Fary’s ass, caressing it and pushing him up close to Lori’s burning cheeks.  Then she began taking over working the young boy’s cock, his balls, and all.  Pre-cum began to coat the head of the boy’s dick and soon Ms. Beverly was parting Lori’s ass cheeks and guiding to her hole Fary’s cock.
	When Lori began to protest with more twisting and wriggling of her body and making odd sounds verbally of protest, 
	“Do you want more spanking?” Ms. Beverly asked.
	“NO!” blurted out Lori.  
	“Then take him and get it over with.”
	Lori’s head bobbed “Ok” and hung down in relent.
	Fary’s cock was guided to the hole of Lori’s ass, it was guided up and down the crack, against the cunt and then IN to the rectum.  Ms. Beverly placed her hand back onto Fary’s ass and helped him with the pumping once the insertion was going.
	(A little bit of spittle and pre-cum helped wonders for that insertion, along with a bit of greasing up the pole with some special cock jelly and pre-lubing the hole of Lori’s ass with some anal lube.)
	Once Fary was ALL the way the pumping began.
	Lori grunted and flailed her hands madly behind her; Ms. Beverly smacked Lori’s hands and ass and then worked the girl’s skirt off followed by her blouse and bra.  Lori was nude.
	Fary got into the mode that was butt fucking and when he began to cum he shot one magnificent wad DEEP into the girl’s anal tract; the rest was anointed onto her inflamed cheeks as Fary had never cum quite like that before and it somewhat frightened him.  
	After Fary had cum all he could cum, his cock was wiped clean with a handy-dandy rag for just such occasions.  Lori’s hole was “cleaned” and the tortured girl stood.  She was in some disbelief of what had happened to her, amazed and stunned, too.  She rubbed her ass and tried fingering her hole, not too concerned about her naked status OR the fact that a near naked boy who had just fucked her asshole stood jerking off in front of her!
	The next thing that happened was Lori was sat up onto the desk.  At first she tried closing her legs and became mildly aware of how embarrassing the situation was—including being nude and in the presence of her teacher and classmate—who was also nude.  August suspected the use of an EMAD or some such to calm the girl.  (no EMAD was necessary for the willing (very willing) Fary.)

	With Lori’s legs open(ed) wide, young naked Fary encouraged by his teacher “went down” on her.  Lori seemed calm; Gary lapped the pubescent poon with great delight—as if licking an ice cream treat.  There wasn’t much “fur” on the treat, a light covering—but she was eleven, too.
	All the while young Fary lapped twat, Ms. Beverly continued her “disciplining” of him by caressing his ass, fingering his hole, clutching his balls, working his pud, and light smackings of her paddle to his bare ass.  As Fary’s cock once more reached it’s ultra stiff mode, Ms. Beverly pulled out of the drawer—the same one the paddle was pulled from—a dildo.

	The dildo was curved at the tip, the whole thang was streamlined with ridges and articulation for more “angle of the dangle.”  More anal lube was used—on the phallic as well on Fary’s clenching sphincter.  As Ms. Beverly made the entry, Fary wriggled his butt and received a hard smack.  He settled down, parted his legs and pulled a check open—his tongue delved into the tight virginal recesses of Lori’s cunt.
	Fary made grunts and groans as his own hole was invaded, when he fussed too much he was spanked and the invading “tool” jammed into him not so nicely.
	Lori began to twist, her young pre-teen nipples perked and she began to undulate all over.  Ms. Beverly eased out the cock up Fary’s asshole and guided his own cock into Lori’s cunt.
	Lori Metcalf was NOT a virgin.  But she wasn’t a slut, either.
	How many times she had been fucked prior to Fary was unknown, but at least once or twice.  She sat with arms locked until Fary was ALL the way in her and had began to pump, then she laid out on the cluttered teacher’s desk and bit her lips together tightly as the act of sex commenced.
	All the while the “act of sex” commenced Ms. Beverly worked her panties down…

*

	All was not right with the world.  That was a given.  Sexual depravity seemed to top the listl; above homelessness, hoplessness, financial ruin, gambling and drug addictions, natural and manmade disasters of this and that; increasing costs of living, that asshole down the street, murder and other assorted crimes not associated with the afore mentioned sexual depravity.  

	It was a hell of a world as it was without the advent of rampaging minotaurs, green tornadoes, and parallel universes.  The quality of life was a no-go, no one was safe—no country, county, city, town, or burg.  The world of “Earth” had entered into a new realm and was not likely to return to a more simpler time.
	Some societies had adopted the new world of sexual depravity, by allowing their citizens to engage immorally with one another—regardless of age, sex, and relationship (biologically speaking.)  In doing so the crime rates miraculously dropped!  Imagine!  Give the people what they want and no more crime!  What a concept!
	Murder was still a no-no as was adverse torture, but most forms of a  sexual nature were ok.  You still couldn’t smoke marijuana legally but you could fuck your sister!
	But that was in “other” countries where the depravity was getting out of hand.  It was getting out of hand in America, too; but there was still a conservative latch on the balls of those in power.  So it was still seriously frowned upon to boff you sister on a daily basis, frowned upon but not as illegal or immoral as it had been.
	The path to Hell was widening, the corruption level soared as incest, rape, kidnappings (for sexual depravity) practically began a mainstay in modern day America.
	It was why young Lori Metcalf had little choice in the matter of which she had been disciplined; at the Church it was tolerated (to a point—as to what that Point was, August had no clue—he missed a meeting.)
	Once Ms. Beverly Watten was naked she got on her knees behind the pumping sweaty ass of Fary Nerdon (the unfortunate lad had a double whammy to his name, huh?)  anyways, Ms. Beverly began kissing the boy’s cheeks, parting them to lick his hole, latch onto his sweaty-musty balls and frig herself all the while the boy himself fucked the wriggling Lori.
	In mere minutes Lori began to exhibit signs of intense orgasm release.
	Fary was well on his way to giving the non-virgin girl the fuck of her life.  And between her legs Ms. Beverly was already sopping wet with her essence coating her pussy, thighs, and fingers.  Young Fary began to cum, his cock like a piston slammed effortlessly into Lori’s poon, jamming all the way into her young sex and jutting great quantities of love cream.  His body tightened, sweat dripped from his brow onto Lori’s face and chest.  Ms. Beverly stood up and pressed herself against Fary’s ass as he became increasingly tense.
	Then the rabbit pumping began, more juts of his liquid love exploded into Lori’s cunt; Lori’s juices coated Fary’s cock and balls and pooled ‘neath her dainty darling little ass.
	The initial love burst had hit its apex and began to subside—quickly.
	Fary kept his cock inside the girl’s quim, it wasn’t quite finished.
	Ms. Beverly ran her hands up and down the boy’s sides, caressing Lori’s sweaty body and lusting heavily.  (so was August)
	She went to her knees, Ms. Beverly did, just as Fary’s cock plopped out of Lori’s cunt.  The boy stood on trembling-numb legs while his teacher took his member and popped it into her mouth.  Cupping his balls she teased the boy back into superior stiff mode and he began to fuck her face.
	Lori frigged her cunt, she was with mixed emotions of being pissed off because of what had happened as well as stunned at being so sexually relieved.
	“Holy shit.” She exclaimed while she fingered her pussy.  She looked down to her sopping wet cunny in total disbelief.  She had been fucked before (by who was unknown) but she had not experienced such a dramatic orgasm.  
	Ms. Beverly caressed Lori’s leg, patted her on the knee and pulled her gently down to the floor.  Fary remained standing (in awe) while his teacher popped his cock out of her mouth and it went sailing into Lori’s!
	Lori gobbled the cock (willingly), stroking the gooey member, cupping his balls, AND caressing his smooth ass.  Ms. Beverly smiled and rubbed a hand onto the girl’s ass…

	With rivers of cum spilling out the corner of Lori’s mouth Fary Nerdon was relieved and forgiving.  The pains to his ass had all but dissipated and he strove only to cum as much as possible.
	Lori seem captivated by Fary’s cock.  After drinking him dry she continued working his crank, taking his prong and rubbing it all over her sweet face; flicking her tongue into his piss slit, sucking on his balls (on her own) and then masturbating him.
	But she had had her turn—it was Ms. Beverly’s time.
	So while Lori sat near by she frigged herself silly watching up close and personal as Fary laid on their nude teacher—his cock buried into her womanly cunt.  Lori rubbed the boy’s ass while watching his cock going in and out of Ms. Beverly’s poon.  Ms. Beverly slipped her fingers to Lori’s poon and took over fingering the girl until she was beside herself and was easily then coaxed into settling down onto her (Ms. Beverly’s) face.

	Fary continued fucking his teacher until he had cum all that he could cum.  He gave a mighty thrust and with his balls clenched up tight against her sex he unloaded every last ounce of his love (liquid love.)  his cock strained to the ultimate limit fired off major gobs of cream until there was no more.  Then he pumped to enjoy the feeling of sexual conquest.  
	His cock didn’t soften as it had accomplished its task, Fary stroked it—squeezed it, laid it against Ms. Beverly’s cummy cunt to hump it a bit more when Ms. Beverly pulled the boy up her body.  
	Lori twisted about, wriggling her hot cunt over her teacher’s face; Fary came up and settled himself smiling in an odd/awkward manner—he was embarrassed.  Lori was as well, but not as much as before.  Her pussy still trembled at the thought of what had happened and began to cum some as she stared at the boy’s dick pumping between their teacher’s breasts.
	Beneath her, Ms. Beverly, began a steady but incredible tonguing of eleven year old Lori’s cunt, a finger also delved into the girl’s pooter hole and topside, the two pre-teens began kissing…

*

 Hanna
	She was a cutey, true and true.  Not an overly outwardly exceptional “cutey” but she had a natural charm that was enticing.  Too enticing.  She was also naïve.  She was about nine years young, a little taller than most nine year old girls, but about the same size and dimensions elsewhere.  Long extra curly brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a sweet-sweet face there ever was.
	Being himself, August Moone made friends with the naïve child, he made friends with virtually everyone.  He made himself at home at the church, and everyone was at ease with him and his presence.  (of course, he always had a backup plan should something go awry.)
	The missing Holly and Logan were still on everyone’s mind and extra security precautions had been installed.  It was highly assumed that the two teens had been kidnapped for sexual deviant purposes.  August was not suspected and continued to “blend in” to the environment.
	The friendship with Hanna blossomed to the point where the girl became very friendly and at ease with the man and it wasn’t too long before they were playfully playing about with some light “touchy-feely” going on between them.
	Nothing too serious, but …

	“Are you a naughty girl?” August asked of her aloud, with a smirk and a smile added.
	Hanna giggled and shrugged, she was embarrassed and August was horny.  She had seen him with his bulging boner and even pointed it out to him what he had!
	‘Are you a naughty girl?’ he asked of her in her mind.  The answer there was more readily accessible.
	Yes.
	‘You finger yourself where you pee?’
	Yes.
	‘Finger you butt hole?’
	Ewewewew, but yes.
	Hanna Shurpa used hot dog wieners into her cunny and soda bottle jammed up her butt to aid her in her naughtiness pursuits.	  But wait, there’s more!
	‘Are you a virgin?’
	No.  she giggled, blushed, and was all kinds of silly.  All kinds.
	‘Who?’
	“Danny.” she replied aloud.  Her older brother by a year.
	When it was safe and secure, August easily misguided young Hanna to a more secure local; then worked the young girl’s panties down and took a looksee to her goodie.  Sure enough, she was NOT a virgin.  August was pleased…

	With her panties at her ankles August raised the girl’s powder blue mid thigh length dress.  It was a pretty dress with frills of this and that, blue and white daises all over it; matching panties, simple white bra covering lovely budding titties that were barely there, but they were there regardless.
	‘So you and your brother have sex?’
	Yes.
	‘Does anyone know, Mommy, Daddy?’
	Daddy doesn’t live with us.
	But yes, the Mommy knew.
	‘Do you suck your brother’s pee-pee?’
	Ewewewew, but yes.
	‘Does he go up your butt?’
	Yes.
	‘Does your Mommy watch—when you two are naked, doing those things?’
	Yes.

	Hmmmmm
	‘Does your Mommy do anything naughty with you, to you?’
	No.
	‘Does your Mommy do anything naughty—to your brother?  Or WITH your brother?’
	Danny did unto their Mommy what Danny did unto Hanna—which was lay naked between her legs and put his pee-pee into HER pee-pee.  Whether or not the boy went up the Mommy’s butt was unknown.  But the Mommy DID suck him.
	With Hanna naked, August suppled on her cunny, slipping a finger up into her poop chute.  Hanna giggled and twisted about—it was just like what her brother did to her.  August was more talented, though, especially his tongue.  Young Hanna tightened up as she was brought to the very brink of orgasmic bliss, she squealed and pumped her sex into August’s face—much to his delight.
	After a moment or two, or three, August unleashed his monster and introduced it to Hanna’s cunt.  The girl continued to giggle, wriggle, pee some, and remain virtually naïve about sex and depravity.  
	The girl’s wriggling stopped as soon as the massive head of Auggie’s cock made slow but determined entry into her sex.  There was almost “horror” in the young girl’s eyes and face as inch by slithering inch a most magnificent piece of manhood filled her cunny.
	
	Hanna wasn’t quite ready to take on such a massive schlong, but regardless, August made sizable entry without hurting her (just making her really-really sore) and humped therein for several minutes.  Hanna wasn’t so giggly but endured the act until it was over.
	August soothed her mind, used her panties to clean up her poon and then continued cooing to her until the soreness in her cunny could be tolerated without alarm.  Then she was returned to the foyer of the church where she was “released” and allowed to run amok with the other children.
	While milling around and before heading back to his apartment where Ken and Logan kept vigil over Heather and Holly, Auggie spotted Fary and Lori—holding hands and slipping away from the small crowd.  August followed.
	The two lovers made their way around the outer buildings to a semi remote secluded spot where Lori braced herself against the stucco wall.  She was all smiles and Auggie could see she had some “perky” nipples poking thru her thin Summer dress.

	Fary leaned against her, their heads bowed together.  The two held hands and soon Fary was grinding himself against the girl.  Soon the girl placed a hand up to caress the boy’s face and then they kissed.
	Horny Fary moved a hand to the girl’s butt, caressing her thigh and very slowly working up her short dress.  There were no panties.  Yellow panties with white lace trim.  Fary caressed the girl’s cheek and began to work his hips as their lust level increased.
	Soon Lori brought her hands down to undo Fary’s pants.  Once she had done so she pushed them down as well as his plain white undies.  Their lips never parted and Lori spread her stance some and took the boy’s marvelous wonder to her sex.  Slowly she brought her legs up about his waist with Fary holding them—their lips still tight together.
	Like a self-guiding missile Fary’s prong made easy entry into Lori’s poon.  Their was a pleasing moan (from both of them) and Lori made an extra noise as well as facial expression as her lover’s cock filled her.  They then began to fuck and that was that.
	Not entirely.  
	At the two minute mark the pumping of Fary unto Lori increased with mostly his pelvic region doing the furious pounding.  Lori latched on for dear life, their lips still amazingly locked.  Fary humped for another minute before the tumultuous moment had finally come.
	It was incredible to watch as the boy’s naked ass clenched, flexed, and vibrated.  All Lori could do was hold on and endure—along with experiencing her own orgasm.

	It was over.  After another minute of almost intense continued pumping into Lori’s quim, Lori dropped to her knees (after breaking the extreme lip lock with Fary.  She took the boy’s cum dripping cum squirter, worked it mastubatorily-like, rubbed the head of the dick into the palm of her hand and then popped the whole thang into her mouth.
	She sucked it all and included his nifty sweaty-musty testicles, too.
	She did a good job and had Fary’s cock re-hardened in no time.  She worked it and worked it until it blasted a hot juicy load of boy spunk into her naughty mouth.  Fary braced himself with arms stretched out against the wall, his near nude body at an angle with his prick squirting his liquid love into his girl’s mouth.
	When done and done (and done) Lori stood and while she continued to tantalize his cock and balls, they returned to kissing…

*

Extra Activities 
	August’s temporary living quarters was an apartment, not an apartment complex or some split-level dwelling; it was a home scattered about a large tract with other homes, separated by wooden fences and/or hedges.  It wasn’t perfect, not as secure as August would have preferred, but it worked.  
	Cohorts Ken and Logan made themselves at home therein, with a near mindless Heather who was virtually trained and “willing” to perform all things asked of her.  Holly was kept in a state of being herself, but controllable.  It was the power thing, all sexual deviant assaulters mostly pray upon those weaker than themselves for the power surge; they enjoy engaging in whatever immoral act they desire to get them off—but the ability to be overpowering over another is also a part of their orgasm.
	So Holly remained bound.  Several times a day she was fucked, spanked, pissed on, and enjoyed in so many other nonstandard deviant ways.  She relented for the most part but still exhibited some desires not to overly comply.
	Both Ken and Logan were “willing” participants with Ken barely conscious of his status as a security guard—former.  He was “aware” of his surroundings but not much more than that.  He enjoyed what he did with Holly and Heather; he made the daily meals, kept house tidy, and made security checks while keeping a very low profile.  But as for his former life he gave it little thought—it was more confusing than anything.  There was no Past, only images or after images.  But then he didn’t care, either—to fuck was his goal—to fuck and eat.
	Logan was affected the same way, there was no Past for him, either, only images of friends, places, and such as the like like that there.  He was very willing to participate in the activities that was deviant in nature.  He enjoyed the “perks” so much that he didn’t mind the occasional hard throbbing schlong of his benefactor ramming up his butt.
	One day the “benefactor” brought home two more to be enjoyed.
	Two girls, one a teen and one not so a teen.
	Both had appeal, with one more than the other.
	Both were from the Church (of Deviant Behavior).
	Both were somewhat naughty—with one more than the other…
	Ken and Logan were well pleased.

The Horsefly Tails…
	In the cool of the day all was well—and uninterrupted.  She had had enough of that of late.  With Magic lopping beside her, Mary Ellen eased into the old Crumway barn.  It had long since been abandoned but was still a haven for the backcountry children to hangout and play.  After a time it had been forgotten as those children who had played in the old barn had grown up and no longer played there.
	Mary Ellen hadn’t forgotten, though.
	Once the outside area had been carefully scrutinized she moved inside.  Not much was within, the barn was old and well weathered.  There were a few bales of hay, not very good bales but munchable for a hungry horse anyways.  Once inside Mary Ellen gave the once over; climbed the loft and found all was secure—vacant and empty.
	Magic munched on the so-so bale of hay, Mary Ellen had brought along a bag of oats for her Stud and while he munch happily on those, Mary Ellen stripped off her clothes.
	Going about naked was a cool thing for her, her other sisters liked doing so, too, but were tenderfoots and wouldn’t go naked outside their bedroom!  Mary Ellen liked to go naked in the woods; go beyond simple skinny dipping.  Laying out on great boulders, climbing a tree and perching herself in the nook of a tree limb; streaking across an open meadow…
	Her pussy quivered at the anticipation of what was to cum.  She could hardly stand it and as soon as she had made one more look-around, she positioned herself ‘neath her beastly lover and began working his cock.  Magic made nominal noises, whinnied, and farted.
	Mary Ellen managed nicely to get Magic excited and soon was kissing the head of his enormous pud.  She figured that her best girlfriend—the one who had sex with the family dog, would be cool about the deviant behavior with Magic, but Mary Ellen deemed that it was a private and personal thing.  There were way many other deviant things to share, Magic was hers and hers alone.
	For awhile Mary Ellen simple sat beneath her mount rubbing his ostensibly hard cock against her face and breasts.  She wished he could rear up and stay standing up, like a human; to fuck her and glide his massive willy all over her.  But since he couldn’t (or wouldn’t) Mary Ellen moved some hay bales about; most crumbled and fell away as they were rotted and too old to support her weight.
	At length she found one and braced with some boards and an old plow Mary Ellen fashioned herself under Magic the Wonder Horse.

	A dirty deed done.
	Magic’s cock languished about her belly, it was a superior cock and with her legs trembling locked up alongside the horse’s heaving belly the head of his schlong brushed against Mary Ellen’s cunt and she almost instantly came!
	The anticipation was a mother!
	As the orgasmic flow seethed thru her; her body trembling, clenching, reeling in what was deemed to be beyond deviant behavior, Mary Ellen did wish her best friend was present—so as to guide better Magic’s cock into her poon.  Magic didn’t do a very good job of “fucking human”, he didn’t pump and wasn’t self-guiding.
	But at length, the entire head of Magic’s DID slide into Mary Ellen’s pussy.  The girl melted and grinded the cock against her, working the shaft with force and increasing grip.
	Magic stomped his feet and sashayed about, swishing his tail, farting, and making other horsey noises.  Mary Ellen remained latched onto him, never minding the discomfort she was in with her legs screaming in near pain as she had to hold them up along Magic’s sides for the proper “angle of the dangle.”
	The head of Magic’s dick and a bit more made vaginal entry.
	Mary Ellen intensified herself, her legs ached too much and had to come down, her back was in dire pain; but the drive to get laid by Magic was still high and so she began in earnest working Magic into a frenzy to whereas four inches of his horsey pud entered her unquenchable cunt and soon there was gobs of love cream spilling everywhere.
	It was too good NOT to share with her friend, Marsha Wollery.
		
	Marsha Wollery was a snob, not a true over-the-top out and out snob, but a snob nonetheless.  She was not cut out to be a backcountry living kind of girl but a city girl.  Her parents, though, thought otherwise and deemed the backcountry behind the city that they USED to live in a better place to raise her.
	Marsha begged to differ.
	But no begging from her worked and life in the backcountry it was.
	So she made the best of it—so to speak.  Before the introduction of minotaurs and green tornadoes the Wollery family had been well-off.  Now dwelling in the backcountry they were just “well.”  For Marsha that was a serious downgrade—in the City she had enjoyed NICE things, many nice things, fine things from clothes, dolls, and boys.  Especially boys.  In the backcountry, the choice of “boys” was limited for even the pickiest girl.

	So with the lack of boy suitors to her liking, Marsha turned to the only other source to quell her quivering anxious cunny—Lucky the Luckiest dog in the world!  
	For some reason, Mary Ellen and Marsha hit it off, Marsha herself longed to be a city girl and had once gotten the family to pitch in so as she could go to the Big City.  Every since then the yearning seethed within her.
	The two teens grew close and enjoyed one another company—especially while naked.  They skinny dipped and ran amok Marsha’s home—Marsha’s parents both worked and many-a-time the two teens enjoyed hours of nude romping, drinking brandy, smoking marijuana and engaging in highly immoral sex.
	Their sexual escapades went beyond the norm with the engagement of involving Lucky.  The girls’ deviant behavior grew out of Daring one another; from simple masturbation of the animal to cock sucking.  It was Marsha who finally got on her knees, legs and cheeks spread and coaxed her pet to fuck her.
	Mary Ellen preferred laying on her back to receive Lucky’s schlong.
	After a time the girls increased their deviant behavior by sucking off a neighbor’s goat.  Just once.  It was then that Mary Ellen knew her City Slicker friend would do anything, once.  Armed with that knowledge she easily coaxed her unusual friend out to the abandoned barn.
	Here, once more, Mary Ellen stripped naked and got Magic going.
	Marsha stripped off her clothes and helped Mary Ellen’s efforts in getting Magic hard.  That was an easy task and both teens placed their lips to the engorging shaft, sucking it all the while squeezing and stroking.
	Marsha sucked on the head and soon was greeted with a bountiful amount of horse cum.  Gobs and gobs spewed into her mouth; rivers of spunk spilled out the corners of her mouth and down her chin.  Marsha, though sputtering, swallowed.  The great masterful 14-inch horse dick pulsed and four inches of it filled her mouth, right to the girl’s throat it went shooting gobs of splooge straight down her throat.
	Mary Ellen continued to suck on the shaft, but then went to licking the spunk matter off of her friend’s face.  This led to the girls rolling in the old gray hay, licking cum, each’s titties and poons; spanking and peeing.  The peeing came with Mary Ellen having the urge and straddling her friend’s face, facing down the girl’s body.  A healthy stream of golden liquid spewed from her cunny splashing onto Marsha’s face.
	Marsha griped Mary Ellen’s ass and licked the girl’s cunt, asshole, and then the cunt some more.  Mary Ellen went down on Marsha and the two enjoyed 69ing…

	Sufficient time had elapsed for Magic to get “excited” again; the girls had licked one another silly and it was time to service their delights elsewhere.  Again, the girls caressed Magic’s cock with their tongues, mouths, and hands.  Each girl delighted in tantalizing the horse cock; they took turns schlepping the schlong against the other’s face and tits.  Both girls tried to engulf as much horse cock as possible before choking.
	At length Mary Ellen positioned the hay bales again, with Marsha present the sex act with Magic was going to be better.  Much better.  Mary Ellen merely had to lay out on the hay bales, legs opened wide, pussy all a quiver while friend Marsha did the guiding in of Magic’s 14-incher!
	Not all, of course, but many inches of that 14-incher made entry.  Mary Ellen wriggled, clenched, and raised her hips to meet her equine lover, she stroked his shaft and helped guide it in.  Marsha sucked on the shaft, fondled the animals balls, and fingered Mary Ellen’s asshole.
	Soon another incredible load of horsey cum came; the load was so great and explosive that it shot Magic’s cock out Mary Ellen’s cunt.  An incredible amount of cum there was and Marsha went right to it, cleaning her pussy inside and out.

	The girls fell into another enjoyable 69er; more spanking and peeing on one another with a finale of their illicit love having Mary Ellen finding the broken handle of an old barn shovel.  The bulbous end was still smooth and no splinters.  So she easily began “inserting” it into her friend’s crap chute.  
	With her legs pinned back under/behind Mary Ellen’s arms, the angle of the dangle made the penetration of the handle fairly easy—along with her hole being well lubed with spittle and horse cum—as well as her own juices.
	This only led to the girls getting back under Magic, Marsha on top of Mary Ellen laying down her body munching cunt while Mary Ellen tongue hole.  This only led to Mary Ellen parting Marsha’s cheeks and guiding Magic’s magic dong to Marsha’s clenching sphincter.
	It took some doing but the doing was done—the “head” of Magic’s cock and a bit more made simple anal entry and was jacked off filling the teen’s shitter with an enormous amount of horse jiz—of which Mary Ellen lapped up and bucked furiously into Marsha’s face as she was brought to her own orgasm.

	The hour was late and the day later, the girls had to scramble to get home before they were missed.  They reeked of sweat, cum, and horse flesh.  They walked nakedly to a nearby pond they knew and frolicked therein for a while longer, scrubbing the horse scent off of their fine nude bodies.
	They fooled around, of course, a little more but were mindful more of the time and scurried home—never the wiser that they had been watched all along.  Opps!

*

Delights
	His dick was hard.  He really gave less a shit about his Past, gave not thought one to his Future, all that mattered was the present.  Wriggling before him was a pink panty clad girl of ten, her ass wriggling and delighting him more than he could imagine.  He knew that in mere moments—as soon as the panties were worked down, he’d be in her.  Pussy or asshole didn’t matter to him, either.
	Beside the ten year old was another girl, older, and in the same dire predicament—face down, ass up, pants down, panties in waiting mode.  Both Ken and Logan were in awe, absolute and everything.  Their benefactor took it all in stride…
	‘Go ahead.’ Logan was cooed.
	The teen caressed the ten year old girl’s ass, his cock increasingly increasing in size and dribbling pre-cum in quantity.  His desire overwhelmingly overwhelming him.
	Was she a virgin?  Pussy, asshole?
	Had she ever given head?
	Did she ever finger her sex?
	Did she listen to the narly stuff on the daily news?
	Logan didn’t care.  It didn’t matter.  He slowly tugged the pink panties down exposing the girl’s ass.  It was a nice ass, perfectly shaped with a tight squeezing funk hole that was unstained.  Logan admired the hole and guessed that it WAS virginal.  He was cool with that.  Cocking his head he noted the smooth flesh of her poon, it was virginal, too.
	With her panties at her ankles, Logan scooted up closer, pressing his cock against the girl’s hole, rubbing it all over the lily white ass, down between the cheeks before slowly make anal entry attempt.

	The girl on the bed fretted.  She barely could comprehend what had happened to her—it was too confusing.  Even the concept of “kidnapped” failed her.  She only knew that she was in a perilous situation, and her panties were at her ankles.
	For effect, her hands were bound behind her, her party dress was pushed up her body, bunched up at her shoulders, her simple bra had been removed and soon her virginity would be gone, too.
	Beside her was a familiar person; a name, though, she couldn’t place.
	Beside her the teenager twisted her head to and fro; like Brianna, Krista was confused but had a better inclination of what was going on.  She also knew that there was naught she could do about it, but she tried just the same.  Wriggling her hands and body, though, only awarded her a harsh bare ass spanking.  She settled down and turned to face the young girl beside her.  She knew the child, Brianna.  Slowly she tried looking back to see what was going on…

	Ken Kandall had enjoyed immensely the pleasures of boffing his partner, Heather; the shagging of Holly was good, too.  There was, though, some issues about the new girl, Brianna.  It was then that Ken realized how deep in the “deep end” he was.  There was no way out, either—to make “waves” would only sink himself and that just wouldn’t do.
	Of course, willingly participating in the kidnapping of his security partner, Heather, was already a sinkable offence.  His willing participation with Holly, also would put him at the bottom of the cess pool with no chance of surfacing.  He knew that his willing involvement with the latest would surely do him in.
	But then again, Holly WAS cute!

	Logan pressed his cock into the wriggling ass of the ten year old; she squirmed and whined and then was incapable of thought as the pressure of something incredible pushed into her pooper.  It was incredible and indescribable.  
	With his cock sufficiently lubricated with a slathering of anal lube, entering the young girl’s rectum was fairly easy.  It was a virgin rectum so the doing was a little discomforting and met with a great deal of resistence.
	Unlike Ken, Logan kept his thoughts solely on the task at hand, sodomy.  He didn’t care to dwell on his Past, or Future—all that mattered was the present and to get his balls off with his cock stuffed up a girl’s butt hole.

	Ken watched in awe as Logan stepped up the pace of sodomizing the little girl; his balls swishing to and fro, the big bed shaking, the young girl being buggered unable to squeal as her face was locked in a horrific stunned look.  Then, as the pace settled to a nominal butt hump, the man called August slipped onto the bed.  His cock was amazingly hard and stiff and Ken couldn’t imagine how he had managed to have sex with those other girls (Clarissa, Kara, Patricia, Tanya, Brenda, Anna Sue).  Ken couldn’t imagine how he himself had done so—Clarissa and Kara were old enough, but the other girls, ‘specially Anna Sue, were young—too young.  But he had done them, pussy-mouth-asshole.  He remembered his cum drenching their sweet faces, anointing their bald poons, and oozing out of their well fucked assholes.
	On the bed, August put himself against the headboard, legs open wide scooting down waggling his massive cock meat before the bewildered Brianna.  Against her face he slapped his manly prick, poking her nose and rubbing the glistening head against her lips—before forcing it into her mouth and having her suck him.
	Beside them the near naked teen Krista was sickened.  She turned her head only to be faced with Ken kneeling against the bed masturbating.
	‘Suck his cock.’ Krista was told.  ‘suck it all.’
	Krista didn’t want to comply, she was confused to say the least but still had some wits about her.  For a moment or two she fought off the vile deed, but then relented as she knew her situation was not good and compliance was better than whatever punishment would result if she didn’t.
	Brianna was not into cock sucking and had never done so before; she was somewhat naïve about sexual immorality and depravity.  Before it was over, though, Brianna Annsue would be well schooled…

	Ken knew the use of an EMAD was in use.  He was somewhat fearful and occasionally wondered if the EMAD was being used against him?  He just knew that under normal circumstances he would have never sunk his cock into those young girls.  But then again, he did delight in it and was thankful that he had gotten the chance to do so.
	But was that really on his own accord?
	Sexual release.  It was all about the release—he had been denied it for so long due to his overweight status; very seldom (very) had he ever gotten laid—just once during high school and he had learned it was a pity fuck.  Sinking his pud into the likes Heather he thought would never-ever happen.  He liked her, a lot—and she liked him.  But just “like” and not the like-like you—not the “like you enough to fuck you” like.

	So in some regards he was grateful to August for allowing him to finally have his way with Heather.  He knew on his own it would never happen and secretly he dreamed of having his own EMAD just so as he could overwhelm her just long enough so as he could get her naked, admire her, and then doink the ever loving snot out of her!
	Intercourse with the young girls, though, that was a toughie.  Kidnapping, holding them against their will, overriding their minds, getting them naked, and engaging sexually with them somewhat bothered Ken, somewhat.  He knew that once he headed down that road there was no return.
	He did feel sorry for the young girls, just the young ones—the ones under twelve.  Clarissa, Kara, Tori had all been worthy and somewhat “old enough”, but Tanya?  Patty, Brenda? Anna Sue?  But once he had sunk his cock into those young girls, he no longer cared their age.  So he had to wonder if it would be the same if the girl was even YOUNGER!
	Initially he had deemed that he would not engage immorally with any girl under twelve.  That soon changed with seeing lovely young girls in tight jeans, short skirts, thin-ultra think Summer dresses, all about ten and eleven years young.
	Then the thought was—No girl younger than ten.
	Then it was No girl younger than nine, eight.
	After all the shagging he had been privy to with August’s previous bunch and then the new group—the “release” factor he enjoyed so much increased his desires.  So then he wondered—was a girl seven too young?
	Six?  FIVE?
	He had watched many news stories about super young girls being taken for sexual pleasures.  He couldn’t understand how a four year old could give sexual pleasure?  So he had to wonder if he wanted to find out.

	Brianna Annsue gave a fantastic blowjob.  Her first.  Gobs of hot sticky spew filled her mouth—most of which she retched back out but was smacked on the ass HARD by Logan (as he was told to do so) and the little girl swallowed the spunk matter.
	She made lots of faces and August smiled—she would make many more before it was over.  Many more!
	Ken returned his attention to his own task, his cock buried to the hilt into the teenage girl, Krista.  He did delight in fucking, pussy—mouth—asshole.  He enjoyed a good blowjob, but sinking himself into a cunny or poop chute was even better.  His hands ran amok over the girl’s ass, her thighs, and sneaking under her to rub her belly and finger her pussy.

	Krista thrashed about some, but it was natural and she couldn’t help it.  Images filled her head, voices—no, A voice, a Voice asking her questions—horrible invasive embarrassing and very personal questions.  She knew that she was being fucked in the ass—and no, it wasn’t her first time.
	The fucking to her asshole continued and suddenly she found herself at peace, some sort of nuance she couldn’t ascertain as to what or where.  She was at ease and barely aware of being buggered.
	‘Virgin?’ the Voice asked the first question.
	No. she replied but not audibly, it was more of a “thought”.
	The thought came with an image—an image of her brother, Kyle.
	‘You’ve had sexual relations with your brother?’
	Yes.  Yes, yes, and OH HELL yes!
	‘Ever get pregnant?’
	No.  the boys wrapped their wangs most times.
	‘Boys?’
	Kyle, Kip, Karry.
	Kyle was the middle brother, he was 17.  Kip was the oldest at 20.  Karry was the baby brother, he was just 12.  All three had had sexual relations with her, it was her middle brother she had had full sex with when she was nigh but ten years old!  The other boys came along shortly there after, mutual masturbation, streaking thru their house, and spreading her cheeks for to be fucked up the butt.
	When she turned thirteen she took all three of her brothers to her cunny.  She sucked her brothers (and swallowed).  She was spanked, peed on, and cum on.  She herself squatted over her brothers and peed on them—they had grand times in and out of the house.
	A narly scene then bursted forth; it depicted brother Kyle laying down with Krista on top of him, 69ing.  While she sucked his cock, brother Kip came to fill her mouth, too; meanwhile, brother Karry took her from behind.  They were outside in the backyard on a sunny day.
	On a rainy day, Krista did the threesome in her room on her bed.
	Another scene had the girl showering with Kip, alone.
	Another scene showed Karry and Krista having regular sex while Kip on his knees sucked on Kyle’s cock!  The brothers were sexually active with one another.
	The kicker was, of course, that the family was Christians; they sung in the choir and were involved heavily in their church and all its assorted functions.  Kyle and Kip were headed for seminary school, too!

	For Ken, there was no denying the pleasure of cumming.  Although he had some mild reservations about the morality issue, once he was fucking and then subsequently fucking—those pesky dilemmas faded and bothered him no more.
	When he had finished with Krista and sat back he stroked himself and watched the young Brianna as she was nailed by the teen boy, Logan.  His thoughts were mixed as he watched the teen boy’s cock sliding in and out of the mindless ten year old’s ass.  They lay on their sides and Ken’s eyes focused on the piston action to her well fucked asshole.  Her leg was pulled up to reveal a better viewing and Ken’s cock was revitalized.  He soon focused on the girl’s quim and he knew that sinking himself into her there would be just as good.
	She was ten.
	He didn’t care.
	He wanted into her pussy and it didn’t matter her age.
	August watched him, knew his thoughts, and creamed into Krista’s mouth.  There was no end to it, no end at all.  He smiled and in due time Ken was once more fucking a young girl.  He almost put away the images of when he had fucked those other girls; Patty, Tanya, Sue Anne, etc.  but with Brianna those torrid delights once more came and the desire was stronger than ever!

*

Extra Curricular Activities 
	Catkins  Minotaurs  Ratkins!
	Portals  Multi-Universes  Creeps!
	Kidnapped min-kins and kittens and human children as well.
	It was a little more than mind boggling.  But the fact of the matter was was Sasha Minotaur was a minotaur.  His story held water as August the Original Moone had seen many strange things in his travels—thru the multi-dimensional universes.  He had not encountered ratkins, but believed that they were—had he not encountered minotaurs he would not have believed but since he had and encountered catkins, too, it was not a stretch to believe that there were ratkins, as well!
	Sasha’s “key” was a stone device, and it was inserted into a stone depression to open a particular portal.  Sasha really didn’t have a handle on the whole multi-world technology but had learned of it and that was that.  But there WAS more to it, both August and Sasha knew it.

	All that mattered, though, was rescuing the kidnapped kins, and human children.  Locating a Transitional Portal was the next trick, it wasn’t in the cave that August knew of, that was different.  But the etchings on the wall did give a clue as to where to find a “transitional portal.”
	The little girl Sasha had rescued (see Book 7—Chptr 7) acclimated well into the family of August.  The Gallowy family was doing likewise.  Ted thoroughly enjoyed his fate, along with Kevin.  Screwing was a way of life, although Kevin enjoyed sinking his bone into his young sibling, Annie, boffing the likes of Holly and the other girls was also cool.  
	Sasha the Minotaur was not much of a pervert or all that interested in sex or sexual depravity--not entirely, but his mind was elsewhere, his kin.  The human child he had rescued stayed close to him, though; they slept together and he bathed her.  There were a few times August noted where the great mythical beast got a BJ from the little tyke (Robin); he came in great quantities and smeared his spunk all over her chest and poon.  Thereafter he bathed her clean and all was well…
	The Gallowys.  A nice family, perverted in their own right, but nice.  Hard workers, too; as soon as they had come to the house (cabin) of August they were quick to set up their own abode, right next to August’s.  One by August got to know the Gallowys.  
	Shaun Gallowy was a decent man, kind but firm—a steady hand that was soft when needed—along with being hard as steel when needed, too.  But he was a hard worker who did everything for his family.  That a bit more, too.  (more on that later…)
	Olivia (Libby) Gallowy was a strong Baptist woman who cared for her children’s souls—in that she got them to go to church regularly, recite passages of Scripture when they were in trouble of some sort, and nurtured them thru their lives.
	Then there were those children, Jonathan, Mary Ellen, Mason, Ben, Erin, James Robert, and Elizabeth.  Erin, James Robert, and Mary Ellen we’ve already met.  Now here’s Jonathan…

	Jonathan Gallowy was the oldest of the Gallowy children and his aspirations were for higher edumacation.  He strove to be a writer, among other talents.  He also wanted to fly, not the big jumbo jets, but smaller bi-planes.  There was also the desire to shag virtually every girl in the backcountry he knew, and those he didn’t know!  This “desire” conquest also included his homeroom teacher, Ms. Rosemary Hunter.

	Ms. Hunter was in her mid 30s, she had shape to her form, always wore dresses, was very smart, and had taken a shine to Jonathan.  It was his extraordinary writing that she admired, he was remarkable and she sought to cull his natural abilities.
	He had more than just “writing” abilities, though…
	While staying after school for some “special” attention, Jon’s special ability was well noted—he had a boner.  And WHAT a boner!  The backcountry didn’t have a whole lot of kids and so it was silly to have multiple rooms for just a few scant kids of various ages/grades—so like in the olden days they were all lumped into one classroom.  They had differing assignments accordingly of course but it made it simple and easier all around.
	Anyways, Jonathan had a boner.  Marsha Wollery gave him boner, so did Carla McMillin, Beverly Brussels, Wanita James, Jennifer Caseway, Holly Fundry, and Becky Tanner.  Marsha Wollery we already know (hehehee), Carla McMillin was a grade lower than Jon but the same age as he—eighteen.  Beverly Brussels was fifteen and had the nicest body of any of the other girls—she was demure, sweet, and oh so fuckable.  Wanita James was of some Ethnic variety no one knew of and she didn’t say; but she was pretty and that was all that mattered.  She was also fourteen years young.
	Jennifer Caseway and Holly Fundry were thirteen and wore the tighest pants of any girl anywhere.  Jennifer had long flowing strawberry blond hair, a tall slender body, and a perfectly shaped ass.  Her constant friend, Holly, had a nice set of knockers going for her—along with the sweetest smile of any girl Jonathan knew.
	Becky Tanner was eleven and there was something amiss with that girl, more than naïve, she had a few loose noodles in her noggin.  She wore dresses or skirts exclusively and good easily be talked into doing the Splits, cartwheels, climb a tree, or sit like a boy with her legs open to reveal her “goody”.  She could also be talked into “other” things, too…
	All those girls gave Jonathan a boner, but mostly and mainly he boned up for Ms. Hunter.  He imagined all the girls afore mentioned naked, bent over his desk, cheeks spread, and his cock driving like a train into their pussy and/or asshole.  Each girl.  But mostly, and mainly, he thought strong and hard for Ms. Hunter—naked, spread eagle on her desk, legs open wide, his cock plowing deeply into her love tunnel.
	Then one day while she picked thru one of his essays…

	“Closing the eyes the little girl with a voice so strong and powerful could still be heard.  She was a Russian peasant who gave her voice in return for coin to make her way.  In a comparison she was reminiscent of another orphan of the times, Little Orphan Annie, to be exact.  Pausing outside the small shops that lined the cold streets of a cold wintry Moscow the tourists listened.  She brought much to those who were there, even the shop keepers came out and smiled.  Her voice was surely angelic; pure and impressive, like the chime of a bell.  She sang from underneath an old-style lamppost in the shadow of a building, her arms extended and head thrown back.  She was small and of unremarkable looks. Her brown hair escaped the bun it had been pulled into, and she occasionally reached up to remove a stray piece from her face.  Her clothing the tourists couldn’t recall later on; but the voice, on the other hand, would remain permanently imprinted on their mind.” 
	“The essay opens with an engaging introduction, creating a vivid and detailed picture of the experience in the reader’s mind.  I like it.”  Ms. Hunter smiled, nodding her head approvingly at her prize pupil’s latest work.  
	Jonathan beamed and stood on tiptoes.  His cock bulged with pride, too.  A whiff of Ms. Hunter’s “rose” perfume enticed Jonathan and he yearned beyond yearns to have one of those infamous EMAD things.
	“I like your use of the little girl as a comparative to Little Orphan Annie,” Ms. Hunter went on, “in a manner of which entails the reader that there is hope, hope of success.  You’ve made the Russian orphan distinctive; I like your use of descriptive phrases, “Russian peasant” and “Moscow street”, the “old-style lamppost”, and “shadow of a building” help establish the unique bleak setting in a creative manner.”
	“I give it an A-plus.”
	Jonathan smiled even more, a bit of pre-cum soiled his underwear.
	Ms. Hunter wrote a big A-plus in red ink on the essay and patted it.  When she leaned back in her chair in satisfaction her arm brushed against the boy’s bulge. 
	Jonathan moaned.  ‘do that again.’  He stood staring across the large 30-seat room, to the row of president pictures on the back wall.  Slowly he became aware that Ms. Hunter was staring at him, specifically his bulge.
	Glancing down he saw that he had a “wet spot.”
	‘oh geeze!’

	“My goodness!” blurted Ms. Hunter, “You sure grow ‘em big out here!” she was smiling, Jonathan was blushing.  He wanted to bolt, but his feet was glued to the old plank wooden floor.  Ms. Hunter then brushed her hand up along the boy’s hidden “banana.”	
	Jonathan fluttered his eyes, his balls cinched up and the images of Marsha Wollery, Carla McMillin, Beverly Brussels, Wanita James, Jennifer Caseway, Holly Fundry, and Becky Tanner raced across his mind and thoughts.  His sisters, too, filled his mind and his cock increased in size!
	Ms. Hunter ran her hand up and down the cock, she felt its size growing.  There was no expression on her face, only to suffice it to say she was awed.  She wasn’t married but had been seen in the company of the local Reverend…
	Jonathan couldn’t stop himself, not even.  He moved his own hand up and down his cock and since Ms. Hunter was seemingly initiating something, Jonathan unzipped his beige cords and freed his dick.  
	A mighty moan of relief he let loose as his cock popped out of his underwear flap.  The head of his cock was soiled, his cock throbbed and pulsed.  Ms. Hunter leaned close in, mouth open not for the sucking but in sheer awe—before her pulsed nearly eight inches of cock. 
	Slowly the woman wrapped her fingers about Jon’s pud, squeezing the hot member and tugging the skin tight.  Jon stood even moreso up on his toes, leaning in in an feeble attempt at stuffing his prick into his teacher’s mouth.
	‘suck it, bitch, suck it!’
	It was then he noticed Ms. Hunter had nipples, perky nipples sticking outwardly thru her thin Summery blouse.  She wore a mixed flowery blouse of mixed flowers, big leafy purple flowers that did little to conceal her arousal.
	Then suddenly she WAS sucking.  Just the head, at first.  She engulfed her pupil’s prick, rolling her tongue about the head of his dong, tantalizing its piss slit before sliding her lips down the shaft.
	Jonathan moved his hands thru the woman’s hair, he had done so with his sisters but with Ms. Hunter it was different.  He loved his sisters, even moreso when they sucked his dick; but with Ms. Hunter, it was a different kind of love.
	Ms. Hunter fully engulfed the cock, swishing her head side to side then sliding the hot pulsing member all the way out.  She masturbated expertly the boy’s dick, squeezing it at the base and then began undoing his pants and sliding them and his underwear down…

	His hips rocked back and forth as his cock delved deeply into the woman’s mouth; he could feel juts of his cum shooting into her gullet.  Dramatically his hands moved all through her hair and he felt his toes curling.
	Ms. Hunter was good.
	All the way down his eight incher she sucked, taking him like a pro.  She cupped his nuggets with one hand sneaking between his legs to caress his ass and then lightly touch his dirt chute.  
	Suddenly his cock slipped out and was up against her face.  Spurtz of his liquid love spewed into her auburn hair with his balls right up against her nostrils.  ‘oh shit!’ he breathed.
	Ms. Hunter seemed to be in overdrive passion and easily worked off the blouse she wore in one fluid motion.  Then her bra containing a pair of lovely dynamic 32Cs was revealed with those exceptional perky nips.  Her matching purple knit skirt came off and fell away to the floor as she stood.  Basic white undies with an incredible “camel toe” greeted Jonathan’s eyes.  
	Ms. Hunter said nothing but shucked the panties and positioned herself on her desk.  She said nothing but dragged a finger up and down her furry burger.  Jonathan blinked his eyes and suddenly had the image of his Momma positioned there!
	He shook his head to clear and refocused himself, boning his sisters was one thing but his Momma!?
	Ms. Hunter spread her legs, inviting Jonathan.
	Jonathan positioned himself between her legs, his thighs against the lip of the desk.  Slowly his cock pressed against her glistening opening; Ms. Hunter moaned, “Oh yes, Jonathan, do it, put it in me.”
	Jonathan had to oblige.  Pulling the skin back taut he glided his monster up and down the entrance.  Ms. Hunter thrashed her legs back and forth furiously fingering her clit, scattering papers from her desk all over.
	Jonathan slowly made vaginal entry.  Ms. Hunter clenched up tight initially, her pelvis moved in to greet his invading schlong, she moaned, arched her back, and relaxed—somewhat.
	The pumping motions came as inch by inch the massive fuck pole filled the woman’s cunny to capacity.  She moaned and the juices of her cunny began to coat her young teen stud lover’s balls.  The young teen stud lover clenched his ass and began working himself into a tizzy.

	The sensation was more than he could imagine.  He had sunk himself into all three of his sisters; mouth, pussy, asshole.  He had pegged a so-so girlfriend of his, Michelle Warner, humped his brothers’ ass, humped his bed, and so on and there like forth; but none of those things had brought him such pleasure as actually shagging Ms. Hunter. 
	It seemed quick but he was suddenly cumming.  The orgasm was immense and sent shivers thru his body, starting with the curling of his toes to the hairs to the back of his neck.  He came hard and fast, slamming his cock into the woman’s cunt with dramatic flair.
	Ms. Hunter thrashed about the desk, knocking off papers and books; she humped back into her stud lover shouting, “Fuck ME!  FUCK ME!  FUCK ME! For the love of fuck FUCK ME!”
	Jonathan obliged with extreme delight, shoving his meat into her and pumping until there was no more to give.  He lay on her with his pud still buried in her; he languished on her breasts, delighting in those as his lust subside, some.
	Suckling on Ms. Hunter’s breasts put Jonathan in another world, only to Mary Ellen, his sister, had he sucked on her titties.  To Erin he had fondled but never sucked on them, although he wanted to.  And at the time of when he was messing with Elizabeth, she didn’t have much in the titty department anyways.
	Ms. Hunter continued to thrash about but was calmer.  Their hungry mouths met and with extreme passion they began to kiss.  It only invigorated Jonathan.  He climbed up more onto the desk, pushing his adult lover, pinning her flailing legs behind his arms, his cock still embedded into her cunny grew in strength (again) and they once more made passionate love.

	“I like the way you show that she was only a child, yet was able to pull her own weight during those uncertain times; you did well in comparing Elaina with Annie.  And I especially liked the way you state “for this "Annie," there is no Daddy Warbucks to come to the rescue. Her salvation will only come when Russia and its people find prosperity.”  Very good, Jonathan, very good, excellent, A-plus.”
	Jonathan batted his eyes, he stared firstly at the portrait of the fifth president of the United States, James Monroe.  A trickle of sticky fluid soiled his underwear and balls.  His cock pulsed and with a trembling head he looked down to Ms. Hunter, she was reading with an approving manner Jon’s recent essay.  
	She was clothed.  Not naked.  Not on the desk, not taking his cock to her womanness, not screaming out, “FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!  OH GOD IN HEAVEN FUCK ME!”
	She put a big A-plus in red ink on the paper, patted it, and then put it on the pile with the other papers of the class.
	“I’ve got a meeting with some others,” she said, an indication of “get out”.  Jonathan nodded, smiled, and bowed out of the classroom.  Leaning against the cold stucco wall his mind raced.  She hadn’t brushed against his bone.  She hadn’t done anything, especially sucking his dick!
	Quickly he scurried to the bathroom, but the janitor was in there cleaning it.  Jon bolted down the wide steps of the country school and fled into the woods.  Beating off wasn’t going to cut it, he had to race home and hope one of the girls would be there.

	No one was home, though.  A frustrated hard-up Jonathan stripped naked and laid on his bed, humping it.  Draping a leg over one side, nude body stretched out, rock hard cock pressed snuggly against the clean soft sheets he set to work humping—fantasying about his sisters, all the girls at his school, and of course, Ms. Hunter.
	It didn’t help.  He placed a hand to his naked arse, squeezing the flesh, spanking himself, diddling his hole and grinding his cock HARD against the bed.  The need to cum was there but the urge was weak.  The urge rested in Ms. Hunter.  Laying on his back he once more brought her back to him.
	“Hi.” she said standing at the door, “I came by to see if your Momma had some more of those elderberry preserves.”
	Jonathan sat up stroking his naked erection.  Ms. Hunter licked her lips, feasting her eyes upon the sturdy mast before her.
	“She’s not here.” Jonathan said.
	Ms. Hunter smiled, her brown eyes drinking the backcountry stud in with a hungry desire.  “Mmmmm,” she replied, “that’s okay, I think I’ve found something better to quench me.” and in one fluid swoop of her delicate teaching hands her blouse (the same one as before) slipped off.  There was no bra, nor panties.  The matching skirt slipped off and she was nude.  
	Jon lay back on his bed; legs open wide, cock hard…
	Ms. Hunter sauntered over and eased onto the bed.  Slowly she slid herself down onto his staff and the lovemaking began.  His hands on her ass their bodies melded and it was glorious!  Glorious, Centurion, glorious!  Closing his eyes he drank in the woman; he could smell her scent, he could feel her heart beating against his chest.

	He didn’t know what startled him, but suddenly he bolted upright and froze.  A sound, a noise, something had alerted him and he stopped what he was doing—being busted by his siblings was one thing, being busted by his Momma and/or Daddy was something else.  It had been years since he had been scolded AND taken out the wood shed.
	Sweat dripped down his face, his chest heaved, his cock throbbed.
	Slowly he moved nakedly off of the bed and paused at the door.  
	Hearing nothing more he opened the door and peered into the hallway.
	Nothing.  No one.
	He sighed and gave his prick a stroke and a squeeze.

	Still pent up and no one about it was time to scout around and FIND somebody!  (and he didn’t care who it was, a brother or a sister, he was going to shove his fuck stick into someone’s hole and FUCK!)  the desire to obtain one of those EMAD things reigned supreme in him, he had a long list of bitches and ‘hos he wanted to fuck, along with siblings and other relatives.  
	There was no one around the house, the barn, anywhere.  Jonathan made his way along to the pond where he and his kin skinny dipped.  But no one was there, either.  Unphased (and driven by an ever increasing hard-on) he moved on.
	Following a row of wild honeysuckle Jon made his way to old abandoned Crumway place.  He didn’t know what had drawn him to the old place, it was a couple of miles from home and set way back into the woods.  Even the road that led to the place was overgrown and virtually unseen.
	Just as he reached the old rotting wooden fence surrounding the place he saw his sister Mary Ellen and Marsha Woolery walking out of the barn, naked!
	Hmmmm
	Following them stealthfully Jon dredged up all sorts of wicked thoughts, he kept them private but they were wicked.  The two girls, and horsey, made their way to another pond.  It was very remote and the girls took in some swimming while Magic the Wonder hose munched some grass nearby.  At length Mary Ellen and Marsha slipped out of the pond and laid out on the clover surrounding it.  Jonathan began hammering his still very hard hard-on.  As Mary Ellen and Marsha got into a 69 position, Jonathan smiled and slipped out of the bushes.
	“What’s going on here?”	Jon asked smiling standing above them with a raging boner.  Mary Ellen looked up a little pissed, but then she smiled…