August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Twenty Nine
The Fucked

Monsignor Fuckface
	Standing outside in the large open hallway with Sister Maggie young Paul clenched as he heard the distinctive sound of severe spanking commencing from with the Monsignor’s private room.  The anticipation was the bugger of it—a hard resounding smack to obvious bare skin then a long lengthy pause before the next one.
	Each smack caused young Paul to flinch.  Sister Maggie standing directly behind him held his shoulders firm saying nothing.  The smell of scented roses filled the air almost soothing the young Paul, he braced against the tall woman behind him not quite knowing what to expect (although a harsh spanking was for sure.)
	The spanking sounds had long since ceased but the door remained closed.  Paul (Paulie to his friends) had no idea.  Maybe the Monsignor had gone to bed?  Had he gotten tired of spanking whoever and left for the day?
	Not likely but it was worth a thought.
	“I have to pee.” Paul whispered up to Sister Maggie.
	At first the tall young adult woman did nothing; then she turned Paul by the shoulders and brought him to where there was a hole in the stucco wall.  The wall was a half wall with a door running the length of a hallway with rooms of various sizes on each side; a courtyard in the middle with a water feature, statuary, and the like.  Old Mission style.
	Paulie really had to go so he gingerly worked out his penis and pushed it into the small hole in the wall and relieved himself.  He farted, too.  Sister Maggie clenched her claws into her shoulders but Paulie didn’t care and farted again.
	Five—ten—fifteen minutes?  Paulie waited and waited wondering how much longer.  When was dinner?  Would he get dinner?  What was the Monsignor going to do to him—other than spank him?  He sighed, ripped another butt blaster then tensed up as the huge heavy wooden door finally opened.
	Sister Maggie pushed him forward with her hands still clenching tightly his shoulders directing him into the Monsignor’s room.  Two other sisters were present but there was no sign of Pete Jickles.

	“Good afternoon.” the Monsignor said with hands folded before him.
	The Monsignor was dressed in his finest; he was tall at over six feet, slim build, well groomed, in his fifties.  He seemed stern, looked sterner, and his name was Charles Lace.  The kids of the Blessed Heart Mission, though, aptly dubbed him ye olde Monsignor Fuckface.
	“And what brings you to me?” 
	“This is young Paul Mikelson,” answered Sister Maggie, “he’s been with us three weeks.” A pause and then she continued, “He was caught with these,” from her pocket the Sister retrieved three small bibles the church often handed out to the public during church events.
	Monsignor Lace gave the Sister a look, “and?”
	“He was selling them.”
	“The bibles are free.” stated the Monsignor.
	“He was selling them for five dollars a piece.”
	Monsignor Fuckface took on his usual stern appearance.
	“May I ask Why you were selling something that is usually given away?”
	Paulie’s toes curled and try as he might to avert his eyes from the Monsignor—he couldn’t.  
	Suddenly those folded hands came unfolded and a wooden yard stick came into play smacking a long wooden picnic table.  Paulie jumped back into the ever present Sister Maggie.
	“He was selling them for food.” supplied Sister Maggie.
	“Food?” inquired the Monsignor.  “Is not the food here at the church suitable, and plentiful?”
	Paulie held his tongue but Paulie was Paulie and he didn’t hold his tongue for long.  “It’s crap.” he blurted out before he could thoroughly think about it.
	Monsignor Fuckface cocked his head and had almost a whimsical appearance.  “You do not like our food here?”
	“There are fifteen boys, twelve girls here at the Mission Orphanage and none of them have complained about the food.” Fuckface went on to explain.  “Then you come along and decide otherwise.”
	“He was selling food to the others.” amended Sister Maggie.
	Monsignor Fuckface began to lose that whimsical appearance.
	“What sort of food?”
	The list included:  small boxes of cornflakes, small boxes of snack crackers, raisins, corn nuts, small containers of ice cream, sunflower seeds, muffins, cookies, and so on.

	Monsignor Fuckface was not pleased.  He frowned and gave young Paulie a long hard look.  Then he nodded his head and began tapping the yard stick to the side of his leg.  
	“Prepare him.” the Monsignor said flatly.
	Sister Maggie undone Paulie’s pants were undone, the other nuns moved in closer and helped the befuddled boy up against the table.  The room was kinda gloomy being darker at the far end.  There were the typical mission style huge window with the “arch” part having stained glass depicting angles trumpeting horns and other religious scenery.
	The only furniture in the elongated room was the long meeting/supping table, a secretary’s desk with chair, a wooden mop bucket with mop, a wooden chair against the wall and a cinder block.  The only lighting was from the windows; and strangely the windows were dark to darkest further down the room.
	A candle set was on the secretary’s desk.
	No paintings, either.  It was lifeless; dark and gloomy.
	With his pants down his underwear were tugged down, too.  And did Sister Maggie cop a feel of his ass?  Paulie was too frightened to take too much notice.  He knew he was in for some serious ass beating.  And he was so right.  
	A small soft pillow was at his waist to cushion against the hard table edge.  He tried not to clench but that was impossible.  The anticipation of what was pending griped him tightly.  He had heard of punishment at Catholic churches and schools but had no idea the scope or level.
	The yard stick came swiftly and abruptly without warning.  
	Another swat came nearly sending young entrepreneur Paulie out of his skin.  “SON-OF-A-BITCH!” he yelled aloud.
	“You must ask for forgiveness of your sins.” said the stoic Monsignor.
	“And you must kiss my ass!” said the unmoving unforgiven Paulie.
	WHOP!  The yard landed harshly to Paulie’s ass—though he shed tears he didn’t cry out—he refused to do so in defiance.  He breathed hard and his penis was quashed against table.  A sisterly nun on each side held his hands that were balled up in tight-tight fists.
	WHOP!  The yard stick landed again crossing both cheeks.  All of his ass and yea his skin as a whole was on fire.  He clenched all the tighter and endured two more incredible WHOPS!
	“Do you ask for forgiveness?” asked the calm but demanding Monsignor.
	Paulie was unable to utter words lest he cry out in his anguish.

	There was too much discomfort for Paulie to know what else was going on (behind him.)  He lay on the table withering in great distress but still riveted in defying giving the Monsignor his pleasure.  Well, he was partially right…
	The searing to his ass was still great but Paul began to realize his ass was being fondled and it wasn’t by him himself!  When he tried to look to see “what the fuck”—
	“EYES FRONT!” bellowed Fuckface.
	Paul shot his head forward and thought—thought he heard a whimpering voice from the gloomy darkness at the end of the table.  Hands came rubbing all over Paulie’s ass; it made him uncomfortable but there was more—much more, to come that would make him more than uncomfortable.
	The ass rubbing became intense.  Monsignor Lace nodded to the good sisters and they took a cheek each of the hapless young boy spreading his ass open.  The Monsignor continued caressing Paulie’s ass before pulling out of a pocket of his cassock a small vial.  The glass stopper was removed and a “sprinkling” of special water anointed young Paul’s bum.
	Then there was an intrusion.
	It perplexed Paul; it stunned him.
	“WHAT THE FUCK!?!” he yelled.
	The yard stick smacked his thigh sending incredible pain shooting thru the young boy’s mind and body.  He gripped the table and realized he was being sodomized.
	“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” he yelled.
	The outburst only got him another smack with the yard stick.

	While he stood rubbing his raw fresh fucked ass he watched one of the nuns on her knees sucking the Monsignor’s cock.  The same cock that had just previously been up fucking Paulie’s asshole.  The cock had been anointed with more holy water, his balls had been washed and both of the nuns that had helped hold Paul in place, spread his cheeks, were naked.  Sister Maggie remained clothed and poised in what appeared to be prayer.
	Monsignor Fuckface apparently didn’t have any pants on, or underwear.  He wore the deep purple one piece cassock and nothing else!  His penis was still hard and both the naked nuns sucked it—sucked it—sucked it.  They had drenched the pud with the special water, washed his balls, then took turns sucking.
	“Clean him up.” The Monsignor said after he had been well pleased.
	“No dinner tonight, it’s crap.” He smiled in a son-of-a-bitch kind of expression.  

	Paulie stared back at Fuckface conveying ‘fuck you’ with all his might.  The Monsignor smiled and conveyed ‘back at you.’ Then smoothed out the front of his clothes, farted, then with Sister Maggie at his side they left.  The two nude sisters remained.

	“What did you do?” Paul asked of the other boy huddling in the dark gloom of the Punishment Room of Monsignor Fuckface.
	“I took some doughnuts.” Destined for the public during one of the bazaars and not for those of the church—especially the orphaned children who resided there.
	After the Monsignor had left, the two naked nuns who were in their late twenties or so “washed” Paulie and then Michael, the first boy—then promptly shoved ritualistic candlesticks up the boys’ holes!  The nuns sodomized the boys relentlessly until the boys’ assholes were more receptive (to the Monsignor’s cock.)
	Both nuns then had sex with the boys—naughty-naughty sex.  Each boy took a full turn fucking the naughty Sisters; after cumming off in one the boy went to the other to straddle her chest/breasts and be sucked on until hard again.  Then, the boy was re-positioned to the nun’s hairless cunt and fuck until cumming.
	And it was almost a daily ritual; once a day for a week the boys would go to the Punishment room, strip naked, and get fucked up the ass by Monsignor Fuckface.  They would be spanked first, of course; then fondled, fingered, manipulated, then fucked.  Afterwards, they sucked the Monsignor’s cock along with the two naked nuns.  When after the Monsignor left—they had sex (willingly) with the two naked nuns.

	And such as life it was for Paulie until he left the mission-church the summer of his sixteenth year.  The experience had changed his life.  He was never the same and for the most part that was ok (with him.)  His view of life was different and not quite seen as it was with others.  He had begome somewhat cynical, a little critical (of the Holy Church), but mostly kept to himself and started a family.
	Off to one side down a long corridor Paul, now in his thirties, brought his daughter, Portia.  The hall was long having familiar “mission” style oval windows along the outside wall looking out to the grassy area to the fence.  At the end of the hall was the storage/utility closet and that was where Paul escorted Portia.

	The door, of course, was locked.  Paul was undeterred and moved his preteen child to the dark corner of the hall whereupon he whispered to her,
	“take your pants down.”
	Portia paused then undone her nice Sunday worthy jeans.  After pushing them down just enough to expose her ass, Daddy Paul made a security check before applying his hand to her panty clad ass and melting.
	A long haughting sigh—like a very satisfying orgasm; the hand roamed all over the ass before slowly slipping inside the pinkish panty and smoothing the warm ass flesh.  Paul unleashed his cock, took Portia’s hand and had her stroke him.
	A minute or so of this and Paul moved to where he could rub his cock right on Portia’s ass.  Angling the dangly thing right between the girl’s ass and Paul was in glory.  It was on thing to be naughty with your own daughter but it was something else to be naughty with your own daughter in a church in progress!
	It was thrilling!
	Paulie once more checked for security’s sake then maneuvered himself and his daughter so whereas he could make entry into her.  Portia (see “Merchant of Venice—Shakespeare) made no noise, no sounds of distress, nor fidgeted or protested her Dad’s assault.  She took it without fuss and Paul humped her for several minutes—all the while church services were in progress!
	When he was done he pulled out, pulled up his daughter’s underwear and pants.  His soiled schlong returned to his pants and a moment was needed after.  Then he hugged Portia, patted her ass and squeezed her smallish pre-teen breasts before escorting her back down the hall to the enclosed foyer.  Once there he surreptitiously “released” her mind and after she staggered, looked funny, tugged her panties out of her ass covertly they returned to the flock.  None the wiser that they had been observed…

As it happened…
	As it happened, Paul and Mack were at a mutual friend’s house, playing cards, watching sports, drinking beer—redneck stuff.  At Midnight they departed but stood out at their cars continuing to yap until the wee hours of the morn—until the trash truck and paper delivery person came around.  The talk, of course, was perverted sex; porn, specifically.
	The porn talk discussion ran the entire field which slowly degraded to whimsically admitting their likes and dislikes (mostly likes.)  That, of course, was young’uns.

	“Flat chested and hairless!” Paul declared.  
	Mack liked Paul and had a “feeling” about him.  He was alright, worked at a chemical lab processing among other things—chemicals for various industries including expressly the oil fields.  He had a wife and a son, other than daughter Portia.
	The wife was disabled and confined most times to a wheelchair.
	A week passed before the two got together for another bullshit session ending with once more talking into the wee hours but this time at a more sublime (and comfortable) place—a restaurant.  Of course, in the wee hours of the morn there weren’t a lot of patrons and the two men chose a booth “out of the way” and ear shot of anyone else, including staff.
	Another week and another “meeting” with the two sharing various porn books.  One of the materials Paul provided was German and had detailed explicit pictures of nude families.  Young and old and really young.  It was a sort of test—Paul testing out new friend Mack.
	Mack provided Polaroids of young (and really young.)  It was the ultimate test as the young (and really young) were nude, posed in various ways, being spanked, fingered, and doing oral to a “masked” man.
	Paul liked.  Mack could see that Paul liked as he got an instant erection and beings as they were at Paul’s house, Paul “whipped it out” and jerked off right then and there.  The family of Paul was not at home so he felt comfortable enough to “whip it out.”
	Mack did likewise and soon the two grown men were nude jerking off to the bevy of naughty and super naughty pictures.  Videos came nextly on the 4rth week; both men providing what they had and once more with no family in the house.  It was at this point in time that Mack asked if Paul was having any luck with his daughter?
	Paul did the laundry; the wife was disabled and unable to do a whole lot so it was Paul who collected the laundry and took it to the Laundromat where he worked part time cleaning the machines.  Along with his income the wife (Lyndsy) collected a small disability income.  The house payment, car payment, insurance, utilities, phone, groceries and so on took a big bite out of their incomes and there was no funds for a washer/dryer.
	Paul often whacked off using his daughter’s panties; Mack did likewise.  It was during their shared panty whacking that Mack asked.  Paul hemhawed around and supplied that he “lightly” had fun with Portia.  Nothing with his son, Eric.  

	Mack knew better but let it go.
	And Lyndsy?  Surprisingly, she was a bit on the naughty side herself, but more reserved—fearful.  It wasn’t quite the norm for her to engage in sexual deviancy (of any kind.)  She didn’t seem to mind the viewing of naked children on the videos—she did prefer boys, of course.  And age didn’t seem to matter, either; twelve was her optimum like but young and very young also suited her.
	During one visit with the Mikelson family present and the children in bed; Mack, Paul, and Lyndsy enjoyed some very naughty videos of young peoples frolicking in the woods (German woods).  Everyone got naked and though disabled, Lyndsy was capable of getting boned (which would explain the two children) and double boned.  Mack nailed her snatch box while Paul humped her crap hole.
	Both men jerked off onto her pretty face; she sucked them both off at the same time and sat in a special disability chair in the shower and gleefully was pissed on.
	Mack was sold that Paul was like him…

	Occasionally, Mack got to see Portia naked as she dashed from the bathroom to her bedroom she shared with her brother, Eric.  Mack often went to the bathroom after Portia had showered to find her clothing in a pile ready for her Dad to take command of it.  Mack was obsessed with her panties.
	Eric was more shy but Mack saw him naked often, too.
	The subject of EMAD never came up.
	Then one day Mack invited Paul out to his place.  Mack was still settling in but had decided that the new dig would suffice.  It was far enough out of town that “walking” would be a bitch.  Not a lot of traffic on the two lane country road; there were “bees”; skunks, wild pigs, and a few snakes.  Tall weeds, ragweed, scented weeds; wild roses, small-small creeks unseen due to the aforementioned tall weeds; unseen depressions; gopher holes, and unmarked mine holes, also plagued the distance from the remote house to the nearest civilization.  So be warned.
	Paul was more than impressed with the remote setting; a long gravely driveway, trees dotting the landscape with bushes--the house was virtually unseen from the road.  Mack greeted his new friend, the two had become fast friends (who else would let you jerk off into your daughter’s panties and then fuck your wife AND pee on her!?)  So impressed with the outside was Paul that he blatantly and uncouthly farted.
	To wit Mack smiled and said,

	“If you farted with the outside, you’re gonna shit inside!”
	It was a way with them.  The only thing the two hadn’t done was engage sexually with one another.  Jerking off together didn’t count.  There didn’t seem to be any sexual tendencies towards one another and that seemed to be alright.
	Once inside, Mack offered an imported beer and a brief tour of the brick house.  There was a pool in the backyard, a tall strong wooden plank fence, a garden, flower garden, a doggie, some chickens, and a goat.  Inside the house was modestly furnished; a few paintings of worth on the walls; a baby grand piano in a corner; a fireplace, and “country” furnishings.
	It was quaint and suiting and homey.
	After a tour of the game room Mack guided his esteemed guest to the “Family Den” room.  An old sofa, sofa chair, non-matching love seat, thick carpeting, no windows.  There was a door on one wall; a desk against another with a small wooden filing cabinet.  Mack was all smiles and after clearing his throat he called out,
	“Bonnie!”
	The side door opened and in came eleven year old Bonnie.
	All this time and Paul had not known of Mack having children.
	But wait!  There’s more!
	Bonnie was clad merely in green stripped regular style panties and a short green terry cloth halter.  A nod from Mack and the girl pulled off the halter and lowered the panties.  Paul stared at the girl—stared at the girl—stared at the girl.  A huge beaming smile etched on his face; he supported a thick blond mustache and a full head of thick blond hair.
	“Hanna!” came Mack’s next calling.
	Another girl came in wearing pink panties on white with pink daisies and trim.  A soft pinkish bra; hair of dark brown same as her twin sister, lovely brown eyes and sweet-sweet smile.  She stood shoulder to shoulder and seemed to be a little embarrassed.
	A half moment passed and the girl slipped off her bra and rolled down her undies—all seemingly on her own.  Paul was too captivated to notice; he was too busy massaging his favorite organ and seconds away from “whipping it out.”
	 That was ok, Mack “whipped it out” and Bonnie came to him.  Hanna hesitated then moved to position (on her knees) before the guest.  The girl stroked the odd shaped schlong, tugged the skin back taut before pressing her lips to the already glistening bulbous tip.
	Bonnie was already sucking on Mack’s cock.

	He didn’t cum—but close counts.  Paulie humped the not-even-twelve year old girl’s mouth with much vigor and vim; then he humped her mouth some more before pulling out to hump her face.
	Mack hadn’t cum, either.  After pulling out of Bonnie’s mouth he moved to the second-hand sofa and got comfy.  Bonnie came crawling on her knees giving Paul a nice look at her naked ass, crack, and everything else.  Mack, all grins, opened his legs and young Bonnie came unto him settled her bald pussy down onto his very rigid cock.
	Paul let out a moan as he watched Mack’s johnson disappear into the girl’s quim.  His hands gripped the young girl’s ass and she began going UP and DOWN on the manly shaft and Paul was feeling the stirrings of orgasm.

	On the sofa beside Mack (and Bonnie) Hanna lay down on the cushion with her pretty head pushed up against back of the sofa.  Behind her, Paul, eased into her sex his oddly shaped cock.  The cock resembled a sort of a banana.  Hanna’s cunt readily accepted the manhood but grimaced just the same.  Mack spanked her ass and powerful shot his cock into Bonnie’s cunt firing off a large massive wad seconds later.

	A blond haired girl with green panty boxers came out nextly, topless.  Her breasts were very small, but she was eleven years young like Bonnie and Hanna.  The girl was tall, very slender, and with no pubes whatsoever on his poon.  Mack preferred his girls “without”	--Paulie liked ‘em that way, too.  The girl, Sara, came timidly into the room with her arms down trying to conceal her nakedness.  Mack shook his head and gave the girl a hard stern warning look.
	Sara stood up straighter with her hands to her sides.  She looked as if she were about to cry but somehow managed to curtail that emotion and stand ready.  On the sofa lay Bonnie and Hanna doing a 69er.  Before her stood two naked men, one she already knew and one she was GOING to know.  Intimately.
	“Turn around.” Mack said in a mono voice.
	With some apprehensiveness the girl timorously turned so her back was to the stark naked men with raging hard-ons.
	“Bend over.”
	Although neither man could see her do it, Sara gulped and struggled to maintain herself but did as told and BENT OVER.  One hand on her knee, the other spreading her ass.  Mack thought Paulie was going to explode.  Sara shuddered and Mack stepped up to her, caressing her ass before applying a swift smack.

	“Oh yeah!” blurted Paulie.  He liked to see a girl disciplined.  Strangely, he seldom got the chance with Portia; usually it was Eric who got dealt the punishment in the Mikelson household.  And Paul preferred bare ass with bare hand and sometimes—SOMETIMES a belt.  Very seldom; though, did Portia get the bare ass treatment--and less the belt!
	But Paul yearned to dish it out.
	From the desk left hand bottom drawer came not a folder on monthly expenses; not a file on projected income; not a declaration of expected losses, but an extra large ping pong paddle.  On one side was a green dimpled plastic cover; the other side was bare wood.
	Paul’s cock became even more engorged as he watched with anticipatory glee the paddle in Mack’s hand swiftly deliver a hard resonant smack (to Sara Nabbit’s bare ass.)  The girl went rigid all over and let out a little shriek.  Both hands were on her knees, she was bent over, and her lovely pre-teen ass was on fire.
	Mack caressed the girl’s burning bum after the first smack, then delivered another before rubbing his cock all over the inflamed ass.  Then he handed the paddle to his new friend.

	As the flames of fire raced thru her young body, the new man plowed her from behind.  With his hands on her ass hips his manhood in her asshole, he humped her and humped well.  Sara’s plight was great, she was in terrible pain and discomfort with more discomfort increasing.
	Thankfully the pumping wasn’t a lasting one and the new man pulled out.  He spanked her ass (with his cock) and seemed satiated—for the moment.  
	“You may go.” Mack told Sara.
	Sara stood, sniffling, crying, rubbing her searing ass.  Mack took her and held her firmly; hugging her, caressing her and moving her about in a sort of “dance.”  An EMAD gadget was in his hand and he made low whispers into Sara’s ear…

	Tosha Bodesha was the token black; she was tall for her age (12yrs), very slender, with knobby breasts.  Like the other girls before her, no pubes on her poon.  Paul liked her right off for various reasons all his own.  On her hands and knees the girl received not the paddle that had stricken Sara but a wide yard stick—followed by a large oval paddle with small holes in the center.

	Other than girls, there were customary boys, too.  Two of them.  Charles “Chip” Arny and Bryan Eppney.  Chip was eleven years young while Byran was a year older.  Both boys were handsome; brown hair and blond (very blond), slender build, fresh faced, and lovely-lovely over all to gaze upon (among other things).
	After Tosha had been spanked and spanked hard, Paulie fucked the girl from behind while her inflamed ass tormented her.  He was up her ass and midway along when eleven year old Chip came into view, already naked and already with a hard-on.  The boy was sheepish, blushing, grinning, and seemingly unaware of the tension.  His brown hair hang partially into his face covering the left side almost entirely.
	While Paul continued to hump Tosha’s fine ass, Chip eased to his knees and the hapless girl took the boy’s pud and engulfed it—whole.  The boy kept his head bowed; his hips began to buck and he very muchly seemed to enjoy the act.

*

	The Air Hump Games

Cue rousing intro music
Cue rousing crowd
Cue announcers
Announcer 1:  Well, Bob, this looks like a rousing crowd today!
Announcer 2:  Sure does, Frank, the crowd and contestants are all roused up!
Announcer 1:  And speaking of those contestants—here they come out to the dais now!
Announcer 2:  Wow, it looks like all the previous contestants have returned and I think I see a couple of new ones.
Announcer 1:  That’s right, fifteen of the original Air Hump contestants have returned from past events including three time reigning champ Air Humper Chuttle Swenborgenson of Sweeden.
Announcer 2:  And last year’s runner up is back again, I see, still hoping for that coveted top spot on the Air Hump championship—
Announcer 1:  Frank, sorry to interrupt but I see Auctona Oso from Norway who was disqualified last year is back again!
Announcer 2:  Oh, is he in for some serious scrutiny after last year’s debacule.
Announcer 1:  That’s right but after last years fuck up all the contestants are now watched more closely.
Announcer 2:  And coming up to the dais now is our first contestant, returning champion Oberon Behusterhouse!
Announcer 1:  This is an impressive contestant, he has it all; form is just a part of this champion’s winning ways and look at him go!
Announcer 2:  Wow, right off he proudly shows he knows what he is doing.
Announcer 1:  Just look at that form!
Announcer 2:  Just to remind our listening audience, an Air Hump contestant must show relevance in style and form just as he would if he were actually scoring with some hot babe.
Announcer 1:  That’s right, Frank, the art of air humping is all about style and form; from the rocking motion of humping some fine sweet ass to the form of proper hand placement.
Announcer 2:  And timing is everything, too, Bob; each contestant must hump air at least two minutes—
Announcer 1:  Frank, I’ve just been psst in the ear that German contestant August Humdinger has bowed out of the competition due to a blown testicle.
Announcer 2:  Oh, no!  I hope it is not serious.
Announcer 1:  I don’t think so; Humdinger and his Mistress were whisked away quickly to an undisclosed location.
Announcer 2:  Alrighty, then; back to the competition and it looks like three minutes in and Oberon has the crowd well roused and the seven judges surrounding the dais are also roused.
Announcer 1:  That’s right, I see three judges with their pants down and masturbating; they really seem to be believing that they are watching a serious humping going on!
Announcer 2:  I see a lot of action going on with the other judges and I’m willing to say that 9s or possibly even 10s are on the scorecards for Oberon.
Announcer 1:  I think you’re right, Frank, good thing those cards are plastic.
Announcer 2:  Ha-ha, that’s a visual joke, Bob.
Announcer 1:  By the big digital clock we see that Oberon Behusterhouse has reached the coveted three minute mark—and he’s still humping!
Announcer 2:  There doesn’t seem to be any slowing down for OB.
Announcer 1:  Is it possible he will try for the full five minutes?
Announcer 2:  Wouldn’t that be something?  Five minutes would certainly guarantee solid 9s in my book.
Announcer 1:  Only three contestants in the history of Air Hump have ever made the full five minutes.
Announcer 2:  That’s right, Bob, Osirus T, the first Air Hump champion of ’02 went the distance—
Announcer 1:  And if memory serves, Frank, Gustuff Bavarii went the distance but was disqualified after a technicality.
Announcer 2:  And later was reinstated by the governing board of Jerk Offs.
Announcer 1:  As a contestant, an Air Humper must pretend to be humping and engaging in sexual antics for the minimum of two minutes.
Announcer 2:  After two minutes the contestant then must use other mannerisms to suggest high intense sexual activity.
Announcer 1:  The contestant must maintain an erection throughout the timed event; any orgasm occurring during the hump ends the event.
Announcer 2:  During the event the contestant can enhance his hump to impress the judges with Fare, Poise, Duration, Believability, Extra Element, and Bonus that includes time, and Style.
Announcer 1:  And right now I see ALL the judges with the pants down working their cocks into a furor as  Oberon Behusterhouse has just crossed the four minute mark!
Announcer 2:  He’s well on his way to scoring big points—
Announcer 1:  Oh!  What’s this I see?  Oberon Behausterhouse has suddenly faltered!  Oberon has stumbled!
Announcer 2:  But Oberon is still air humping!
Announcer 1:  That’s right, as long as he doesn’t stop humping air or fall to the ground then he is still in the running.
Announcer 2:  The crowd that was roused has suddenly grown quiet.
Announcer 1:  And, Bob, it has just come to my attention that contestant P’tak Onalu from Hawaii has been disqualified because he is not a male!
Announcer 2:  That’s right, Frank, all contestants in this field must be male.
Announcer 1:  Fucking bitches.
Announcer 2:  Easy, Bob.
Announcer 1:  Sorry, Frank, that just slipped out.
Cue kissing sounds
Cue crowd rousing ruckus
Announcer 1:  And it looks like Oberon Behausterhouse has made the five minute mark!
Announcer 2:  And just in time, too!
Announcer 1:  That’s right, there’s cum spray everywhere!
Announcer 2:  The judges will need a few minutes to gather themselves but I am sure that we will be seeing 10s on those scorecards.
Announcer 1:  There will be a brief pause while judges make their marks.

And now back to our regularly scheduled programming

Rory
	There was a conflict in mind; a double standard—and it bothered Mack.  A lot.  He was, in essence, no better than the scumbum Rory, but then again he (Mack) thought himself to be so.  There were similarities and differences—the latter was hard to pin down.  It boiled down, though, to the simple fact that Mack didn’t like Rory and his mistreatment of Jena.
	Regardless of the fact that Mack also had his way with young girls, and Jena included; regardless of the fact that Mack also enjoyed spanking and other forms of discipline; regardless that Mack’s sole purpose was to have as many girls (and boys) as possible to suit his insatiable appetite for sexual deviancy—Mack regarded Rory as scum.  So, in the dead of night, Rory met his fate.
	Mack didn’t feel like driving all the way to the secret cave in the mountains, he had been there too many times and with the last instance involving the ranger he decided that avoidance would be a good thing.  So the old cement bridge was the more optimum spot.
	“You cant fucking do this!” bitched the royally pissed of Rory.
	Mack begged to differ.  Rory stood on nimbly legs wavering as he fought off the effects of his torment.  He seethed hate, cursed, and exhibited signs of an angry man on his last breath.
	Early, though—
	A brief stint in the pokey hadn’t curbed Rory Valdeckkio’s desires, the unnatural ones.  He had been beaten up pretty good—only inciting his hatred of Jena and her Mother and ruining his life.  Jena’s disappearance was a bother—and he was to blame.  Rory had no idea what had happened but figured the little bitch had something to do with it and was probably with her Mother—setting him up.
	Rory’s stint in the county pokey was brief—it wasn’t supposed to be.  But thru errors technical and otherwise, Rory Valdeckkio was released prematurely along with a large group of others.  After sliding into a taxi with some of the released he was deposited downtown without having to pay as no one kept tabs on the tab and due to further confusion Rory skated free.
	Having no money on his person he did what he was good at—stealing!  He was scruffy, stinky, scummy, and conniving.  He was also thirsty and horny.  A deep seeded desire to do serious bodily harm to Jena (and her Mother) swarmed in him compelling him to seek them out.

	It was quite a hump from the middle of downtown to the suburb across the river, the redneck area.  Arriving just after three in the morning Rory waited, biding his time.  He was hungry, too; but his hate was mounting and all he wanted to do was to spank Jena’s ass raw—then fuck it!
	When the rays of morning light came to be—the hiding in the bushes Rory noted that his pick-up was not in the driveway; nor was the little car Jena’s Mom had.  Then there was the dog; a big black Lab that came sniffing around and when finding Rory in hiding went berserk chasing Rory out from the side yard into the alley.
	The dog managed to nip Rory’s bare ankle; climbing over the chain link fence in a hurry and Rory ripped the meat of his hand at the wrist; clambering over the wooden fence and Rory scratched his legs and backside.  People were coming out to see what the dog was carrying on about causing Rory to duck in behind the trash cans and wait it out.
	Despite appearances, Rory Valdeckkio wasn’t an idiot; after a couple of hours in hiding he slowly made his way along the alley, finding a hat to hide his hair.  He had three day’s growth of beard and so maybe that would, too, hide his appearance—while he searched for his truck and bitch’s car.
	By noon he had found neither.  He had walked block after block, all over the redneck area to no avail.  Pissed off he sulked under a great oak where a round seat encircled it at the base.  To one side were single dwelling rental units, ratty and tatty.  Dirt/gravely roads down the middle with a larger tract to the otherside with a redneck grocery store centralized.
	Rory’s thirst and hungry compelled him and using nothing but gall and balls robbed the store.  The money wasn’t much but he helped himself firstly to some beer, corndogs, burritos, and snacks.  When placing his purchases on the counter he faked having a gun in his shirt.  He looked like hell; the beard growth, tattoos, beaten up face, and smell.  The proprietor had been robbed before and didn’t put up a fuss and Rory walked out with his goodies.
	He hadn’t gotten to the edge of the gravely parking lot when he heard sirens…

*

in your neighborhood
	1)  While song birds sung, hummingbirds hummed; the air scented with hollyhocks and roses, in a backyard a little boy’s head popped up from a huge cardboard box that had contained a large kitchen appliance. 

 	A hole had been made just enough for the boy’s head to poke out and he scanned the whole of the backyard intently.  He was all smiles; dark hair, blue green eyes, and no more than eight years young.  After a couple of minutes or so he ducked back down inside the box and another boy’s head popped out.
	The new boy had flaming red hair, freckles, and a beaming smile.
	Taking a peek inside the box; the first boy was sucking on the pud of the second boy!  He was!  Both boys had their willies out—proud and strong.  The second boy had his pants and underwear all the way down to his ankles while the first boy merely had his dong out of his pants.  While one boy made “lookout” duty, the other slurped his schlong.  It was curiosity and exploration.

	2)  What a day!  A surprise pop quiz in Science—her least favorite class; pitching has gone to whack and she didn’t strike out anyone; Tad Barton she thought would ask her to the upcoming school dance instead had asked another girl; two upper-class girls vying to take over the lucrative babysitting jobs trying to start untrue rumors; and lunch didn’t agree with her.
	An English essay, math, and history homework; make some phone calls to hopefully ward off the rumors and set things straight—be up front with the parents she would call and hopefully her explanation would make them feel better and be wary of the other girls; was it her night to make dinner?  She needed to practice her pitching arm; meet up with the girls (girl friends) and discus strategy in regards to the “other” girls who were trying to horn in on their babysitting gig; and just so much to do in so little time.
	What was that noise?
	The cars were gone; she knew her Mom worked until four-thirty at least; the new Daddy was quirky and came and went anytime he wanted (owning your own business has it quirks.)  
	What was that noise?  
	Holding her breath, Kristy waited and strained to hear—then realized her tongue was out and she looked ridiculous.  Slapping herself (not literally) she stood up from her desk chair and made way to her bedroom door.  She figured it was her new little sister, Karen, making noise in her bedroom.
	Karen was alright, but Kristy was thirteen and Karen was six.  Kristy had no love for the little girl and regarded her mostly as a pest.  She was cute and all, but a child and bothersome.

	Why her Mother had to remarry after the divorce was barely cold Kristy couldn’t figure.  “someday you’ll understand” her Mother had said.  HA!  Kristy didn’t hate the new man in her Mom’s life—but she didn’t overly like him, either.  He was nice to her and bought her stuff, a new baseball mitt, bicycle, clothes, hat, but “buying” stuff was one thing—he was trying to buy her love and that was already taken by her Dad, her biologically Daddy who now resided on the other side of the country.  And that annoyed Kristy—was he trying to distance himself from her?  From his wife—Kristy’s Mom?  
	What was that noise?
	If Karen got in trouble, like hurting herself from prowling with her curious curiosity and Kristy was home and didn’t stop her—then SHE would be the one to get in trouble and not Karen.  Already since Karen had been in the house Kristy had gotten into trouble over the new sibling’s antics more than once.  Nothing serious, just a scolding but it was enough to further put Kristy at odds with her.
	What was that noise?
	If the little should really get hurt…
	Kristy sucked it up and moved into the hall and down to Karen’s bedroom.  The door was open a crack and peeking in she saw the little tyke sitting on her bed.
	Then Kristy’s mouth fell open as she saw the girl’s Daddy standing before her—he was NAKED!  His cock was in the little girl’s mouth!  Little Karen was in her panties only and sucking her Daddy’s big dick!
	‘Oh my God!’ she said to herself, then; “Oh my God!” she said aloud.
	Daddy “Ted” whirled pulling his manly manhood spewing some just spewing spew; most of which splashed onto his daughter’s face.  She was all giggles and smiled at her new sister, Kristy, and even waved a little kiddie wave.
	Kristy fled back to her room.  Naked Ted followed.
	Actually, he had a nice dress shirt and his pants and undies were just at his ankles.  Before Kristy could shut (and lock her door) the man was there.  
	“Get out!” Kristy shouted.  It was a standing order that Ted Warner had no right to enter Kristy’s room unauthorized (or other wise according to Kristy).  She repeated her demand and upon the new Daddy not complying quickly enough added “Get the FUCK out!”
	Kristy was terrified and horrified; the new Daddy stood with an erection still and shut the door behind him.  He was tall, over six foot but not as tall as an NBA star.

	Owning his own business, the man was always well groomed and looked nice.  Had he not been a love interest of her Mom’s, Kristy might have thought differently of him.  But he was and she didn’t.
	“Get out of here!” Kristy demanded.
	“I don’t think so.” Ted replied.
	Kristy was horrified even more at his balls (not the literal ones).
	“I’m going to tell my Mom!”
	“Go ahead,” Ted said smiling folding his arms.
	That got her.  Kristy didn’t know what to say.  
	“I know something you don’t.” Ted said in his mono voice.
	The hairs on the back of Kristy’s neck stood out; a tingling feeling of pending doom seized her.  She didn’t much care for it.  And there suddenly was the needful urge to go to the bathroom.
	“W-what do you know?” she asked timidly.
	Ted opened up in a broad smile saying, “you’re not as good as your Mother thinks you are.”
	“What do you mean?”
	Ted held the info back, being an ass.  He took a look around the teenager’s room; it was kept up but there was a laundry basket full of ready to be washed clothing, some panties and bras were on top and his 40 something year old eyes fell onto them.
	“Pervert!” Kristy exclaimed and then once more her breath was taken as she suddenly remembered she had just caught him with his dick in his daughter’s mouth!
	“Before you get uppity, missy,” Ted cautioned with words and a hand up, “there’s something you should know.”
	“What?” she asked again.
	“I know.”
	“You know what?”
	“About you and your little friends.” he said flatly.
	For a moment Kristy thought he was talking about her girlfriends.  
	Then,
	“You know the ones, what’s their name, Todd?  Henry?  Stevie?”
	Kristy’s face went ashen.  “Oh my God!” she uttered mostly to herself but it was audible enough to be heard.  Ted nodded that he knew about Kristy’s extra babysitting activities with the young boys.  Todd was eight years young, Henry was almost eight, and Stevie was six months from being eight.

	Before Kristy could form a possible excuse, or ask how he knew about her activities with the aforementioned boys, the man moved from the door and stood with his hands on his hips.
	Then he said something.
	Kristy blinked her eyes.
	“What?”
	“You heard me, ‘take off your clothes.’”
	‘That’s what I thought you said.’ She shook her head, ‘no fucking way.’ To wit,
	‘Yes way!’ and with a smile and a beckoning finger he motioned for the confused petrified girl to follow him.  Out of the bedroom to the room he shared with her Mother.  From his dresser, middle drawer, he removed a video camera.  On the view screen was revealed to Kristy her “antics” with Todd, Henry and Stevie.
	Young Todd was naked, but so was Kristy.  On Kristy’s bed the two lay with young eight year old Todd on top of her.  They were having sex.  Kristy’s hands were all over the young boy’s ass; he humped so-so but it wasn’t the act that he was doing but the FACT that he was doing.
	Young Henry was doing Kristy from behind while she sucked off on Stevie.  All three were nude in Kristy’s bedroom and none the wiser of being spied on—let along videotaped.
	“What do you want?” Kristy asked (although she sort of already knew.)
	“Like I said before, ‘take off your clothes’.”
	‘Or what?’
	“Or I just happen to let your Mom see what you do with your charges.”
	‘You wouldn’t!’ Kristy was genuinely terrified, petrified that her Mom would indeed find out about her being naughty with her young charges she was in charge of.  That just wouldn’t do.
	‘Where?’
	“Right here, right now.”
	It was a quandary for the young teen.  The new Daddy stood—waiting.  Kristy stood—confused.  
	“I’m sure your Mom, and those boys’ moms, wont like to know what you’ve been doing, either.”
	He didn’t need to say that.  Kristy stood totally shocked.  This was so wrong.  But he was right and Kristy had no choice…

	Slowly and did Kristy nervously undo her top.  Her pretty dark eyes were focused solely on the man who stood mere feet from her.  A myriad of confusion reigned in her mind.  Blackmail.  Pure and simple she was being blackmailed.
	What would he do once she had taken her clothes off?
	With her top off she stood with resounding confusion gripping her.
	“You’re not done.” stated Ted matter-of-factly.
	In a numb state of motion she pulled off her bra.
	For thirteen, Kristy had a nice set of breasts.  Very nice.
	After a minute of staring, Kristy felt compelled and continued undressing, kicking off her shoes and then undoing her jeans.  She felt weird and just a little frightened; it was like it wasn’t happening—not to her, anyways.
 	Her confusion continued to plague her and before she knew it she was pushing down her pants.  It was like being in a fog—a funk fog like she had never experienced before.  She stood trying to get a grip on what was happening but wasn’t having much luck.
	After a minute or so of standing in her panties only, new Daddy Ted cleared his throat and said “you’re not done yet.”
	Kristy blinked her eyes.  She felt very uncomfortable and wanted to run.  This was so wrong!  Panic began to swell in her; she began to breathe hard and felt trickles of sweat tickling her.
	“Think about your Mom, friends, school, those boys’ moms…”
	Kristy’s Mom would freak out she was sure of that.  Her friends would be horrified.  Her school would probably expel her.  The boys’ moms would want her arrested.  That just wouldn’t do.
	Slowly, shaking her head in the negative, Kristy rolled down her panties and stood stark naked.  She felt herself breathing; it seemed extraordinarily warm; a bit of nausea began to consume her; and the need to go to the bathroom began to take precedent.
	Ted took her by the elbow leading her to the bed.  Kristy stepped out of her clothes and walked nakedly to the great bed Ted and her Mother shared.  In her head, it felt like when she dove to the bottom of the pool at the deep end; the pressure was great—tremendous even.  The confusion and panic (and sickness) had gone beyond their levels to a new level.
	The next thing she knew was being positioned against the bed on her knees!  With her mind in such a state of confusion she was barely aware of what was happening—until three bare handed smacks to her bare ass later…

	Kristy was being spanked!
	It was unconscionable.  Not even her bio Dad spanked her!  She had been scolded, sure; she had even been jerked by the arm and put to a corner; but bare assed spanking?
	There was, of course, more to the spanking.  After several medium swats to her bare ass Ted began smoothing his hand over the blistered bum; then his fingers went into the crack touching her anus!
	But wait!  There’s more!
	Her legs were parted and the man’s fingers went to her cunny!
	Kristy was too shocked to react—although it wouldn’t have done her any good.  Ted’s hands went voraciously all over her ass area, cunt, hips, and then up her sides to play with her young teenage breasts.  It was then that Kristy realized that Ted’s cock was against her ass!
	“Suck it, or take it in the ass!” Ted seethed.
	Suck it—or take it in the ass?  What was he saying!?
	Kristy gulped—she sweated, felt ill, more confused than words could describe, and unable to shake the mounting fear.  Her whole world had come to a dramatic climax with no end in sight.
	For some reason—she turned about indicating Option 1.
	Ted’s cock WAS out.  It was long, hard, and shaped much like a banana.  Kristy had heard that—the only cocks she had seen were indeed little boys and their cocks had yet to curve.  
	Closing her eyes, and with Ted’s hand to the back of her head, Kristy engulfed the lengthy cock going all the way down on it.  Ted moaned, Kristy gagged.  Sucking Henry, Todd, and Stevie did not compare.  There was a curiosity about what a guy’s cock would taste like; there were some boys her age in her social, older, and even high school boys she knew and wondered what slurping on their flutes would actually be like.  Sting cheese was the taste sensation she got from sucking Henry, Todd, and Stevie.
	Ted’s cock was not like string cheese.  It was a hot cock, a little musty, and there was no description of “taste” she could come up with.  Slowly she began bobbing her head back and forth along the shaft—the cock seemingly increased in size!  There was an overwhelming compulsion to speed up her efforts; a gag repulsion butted against the act but Kristy couldn’t stop.
	Ted was the one who brought an end to the satisfying—very satisfying oral pleasuring.  Kristy gasped for breath while her new Daddy masturbated, reeled and rocked on the balls of his feet, then face humped her.  With Toddy she had him the youngster do the same—but with new Daddy Ted it was different.  Way different.

	After the face fuck Kristy found herself up on the bed and Ted on his knees licking out her pussy.  She had gotten Stevie to lick her there but had yet to get Henry and Tod to do so.  Her mind was all in a blur and a whir; nothing made sense.  She lay (unrestrained) with Ted driving his tongue into her cunt.  Somehow it thrilled her.  There were sensations that were ignited in her sex that caused her to be tingly all over.
	Not since getting dicked by the three little charges had she been so thrilled.  Fingering herself and using various “implements” hadn’t done the trick, either.  Ted’s tongue, though, caused eruptions like never before.
	Then, it was not Ted’s tongue but Ted’s cock!

	Getting fucked by a man was something—really something!  Kristy’s confusion confounded her and even long afterward she wasn’t sure if she liked it or not.  The sensation to her cunny was remarkable and did in fact make her cum; something that Henry, Toddy, and Stevie hadn’t been able to do.  But of course, they had inadequate cocks.  Having sex with her young charges got her off but not sexually.  It was just the plain and simple fact of having sex with them that got Kristy aroused (and off.)
	Sex with a read cock, a real man cock, was a mind blower.
	How long he humped her she didn’t know—didn’t care.  It rocked her world but she strove like anything not to let him know it.  While he plowed her pussy he manipulated her breasts, tweaking the hardened nipples; then slobbering on them.  There was arousal there, too.
	The pumping action was intense—Kristy had no idea that lovemaking could be so.  She imagined Hank Facato, Fred Dorn, Brad Gearwood—boys her age; and Sam Aw, Vance Richardson, Donald Patrick—boys who were a year older.  She also knew some high school boys—all of which she wondered what getting laid by them would be like?
	As she thought of getting gangbanged the man banging her currently stepped up his efforts; a hand went to cup her butt; her legs went flailing wildly and the need to pee became great with her.  Ted drove his pud faster and faster, grinding against her cunt and that special nub that seriously caused her to flip out and get into the groove of getting laid.
	Both Ted and Kristy arched their backs; they shuddered and went into near convulsions with Ted saying something Kristy didn’t catch but Kristy said something like “OH SHIT!” as the tingling sensation erupted throughout her young teen body delivering the most intense orgasm she had ever had.  (at thirteen, how many could she have?)

	Ted pulled out and removed the condom he had slipped on before slipping IN to his new daughter.  His throbbing cum squirter let off steam; he lay it against the girl’s pussy cum drenched cunt and humped there a bit more before having her “turn over.”
	The spanking resumed but Kristy was too far gone to be aware.  She felt “something” but it just didn’t register.  There was a mild awareness but it was dull to her—much less than what Ted desired.  He humped the girl’s ass before landing a hand to it.  Kristy wriggled but didn’t protest.
	“Raise up.” Ted said.
	Kristy raised her hips up and Ted caressed the burning flesh, explored the hole with his fingers, tongue, and then finally his cock.  Kristy squirmed at the intrusions then clenched at the finale.
	“Finger yourself.” Ted commanded.
	Kristy put her fingers to her sensitive nub and began diddling; Ted’s cock began make entry but beings as he had just fucked her cunt AND came off within—the strength in his dong was not quite up to par to full make anal entry.  But entry he did make—not full but close counts.  He went in part way, then pulled out and spanked his cock against the girl’s still inflamed ass.  Then he spanked the cheeks with his hands until his cock was raging; a glide up between the legs to hump the cunt and he was pushing his way back into the dirt chute with a little more strength.
	Kristy fingered her cunt—fingered her cunt—fingered her cunt.  Her mind was virtually blank.  The confusion had been incredible and undecipherable to the point it just blanked out.  
	Ted made full entry, his sweaty balls cinched up to her body and slowly he began pumping with his hands gripping tightly to her hips.  Kristy continued to finger herself until she knew no more.
	Knew no more?
	What awoke her she wasn’t sure; there was the pesky need (still) to go to the bathroom.  She was naked, her pussy and asshole (especially asshole) was sore-sore-sore.  And there was the stickiness to contend with, too.  Her mind was dull and barely could she make sense of why she was in her Mom’s bedroom.
	Sitting on the toilet peeing and farting her young teen mind slowly began to reassemble.  It still didn’t make sense—she had “willingly” had sex with her step-Dad?  That wasn’t right.  But she sure did.  There was a black fog bank swallowing up the details; it confounded her and when her confusion began to swell (again) there was a brilliant bright light in her mind.  The next thing she knew…

	Pausing outside her little sister’s bedroom there was the little tyke naked on her bed, giggling as she sucked on her bio Daddy’s cock.  Ted was nude and stood rocking back and forth putting as much of his Daddy dong into Karen’s mouth as possible.  He smiled to the still naked Kristy,
	“Come join us.”
	Kristy stood a moment, farted, then entered into her sister’s room.
	On her knees against the bed with Karen’s legs open Kristy licked out the child’s cunt—while behind her new Daddy Ted happily drilled her asshole (again.)  As Ted humped and humped and humped he made small minor adjustments to the EMAD in his hand…

*

Oh! That naughty girl!
	Ramjen Reeva had amazing eyes; he had an amazing smile, too.  The boy’s dark hair, whimsical smile, those amazing eyes made him quite the catch.  And Mandy Vanderbam had caught him.  Ramjen was new to Earlimart Elementary, he had older siblings in junior high and high school; he himself was the youngest—and according to Mandy V, the cutest!
	Being new, the boy from India didn’t make a lot of friends right off.  Mostly he was made fun of because of his accent.  Some girls were curious about him but mostly everyone kept their distance.  But that was the way it was with most new students.  Mandy made her acquaintance with Ramjen and soon the two were fast friends.
	But for Mandy, it wasn’t exactly “friendship” Mandy was after…

	“Let’s finish lunch early.” Mandy suggested to Ramjen.
	That was ok with him, Mandy had something planned—in the short time that Ramjen had been associated with the 4rth grader the idiosyncrasies of Mandy Vanderbam had been noted.  She was always up to something; she had curious eyes that suggested so and Ramjen was ok with that.
	With lunch quickly consumed the two scooted out of the crowded and noisy cafeteria and out across the large playground to the baseball field.  There were several baseball areas but only one with bleachers and a large backstop.  The area behind the backstop was where Mandy made for and she did so acting nonchalantly so as not to draw undue attention.

	The backstop was a construct of having a three foot curved wooden wall spanning twelve feet or so; then a curved chain link fence to keep wayward baseballs from going out beyond the school boundary.  And the school out of bounds area was a rough brush area that butted against a railroad track; beyond that was a warehouse area of mostly cotton storage.
	“Wanna see me pee?” Mandy had asked earlier.
	Ramjen blushed and shrugged.  He guessed so.  He had an older sister, she was eighteen and in here first year of college.  Their relationship was ok but she was so much older and had a “busy” life he really didn’t have much to do with her—or her to him.  The rest of his siblings were boys.
	“Have you ever seen a girl peeing?”
	Ramjen shook his head, No.  Nor had he ever seen a girl naked.
	“Would you like to?”
	Once more Mandy’s new friend smiled, blushed, and shrugged.
	The area behind the backstop was cluttered with trash, parts of bleacher seating, a large lawn tractor, and well enough hid the children from their antics.  Mandy’s first antic was to squat down and pull the crotch of her panties to one side.  
	Most days Mandy V wore pants, slacks occasionally for special school events, skirts and dresses were seldom but she did wear them (occasionally.)  This particular day she wore a short skirt, simple; blue and green with daises.  Green knee socks, green tennis shoes with a blue/green simple top.  She was a nice looking girl (for ten years old.)  
	When the stream of pee began to spew, Ramjen hunkered down and eyed the happening; he smiled and squatted with eyes wide and cock hard.  As Mandy peed and peed, Ramjen got wood.  It was his first woody and distracted him from Mandy.  
	After her pee, Mandy laid out on some crushed cardboard and pushed down her panties, opening her legs and revealing her sex for Ramjen to enjoy.  The boy was distracted from his woody to Mandy’s snatch.  It was the boy’s first view of a girl’s poon.  He had no idea.  None.  He had seen pictures, crude drawings on the bathroom walls; lame pictures in health books; and the mannequins in the department store.  But what a girl really-really looked like naked—he had no idea.
	Now he did.
	Mandy lay fingering her sex, parting her legs wider and giggling.
	Ramjen sat on his knees totally mesmerized.
	There wasn’t a lot of time, though; despite ditching lunch hour early it was a bit of a walk to the backstop area so they had to hurry if anything else was to go on.

	Sitting up, Mandy paused half a moment to look upon her stunned friend, it was unaware that he was gouging the heel of his hand to his woody.  Mandy slyly put her hand to the boy’s bulge and brought him to a new level of pleasure.
	With eased manipulation the sly girl had Ramjen’s cock out.  It was of average size, warm in her hands, and already spurting pre-cum.  Ramjen was awed into a stunned stupor and could only watch as Mandy masturbated him, worked his balls out of his underwear, then “went down on him.”
	Once you get a blowjob—you want another one—and then another.
	Mandy V sucked on Ramjen’s cock and did a hell of a job, too.  At amazingly ten years young of age the girl had an expert manner in cock sucking.  Her tongue skillfully rolled about the super sensitive crown, then her teeth raked up and down the equally sensitive shaft all the while her hands fondled his balls.
	It didn’t take long of doing this before the boy was cumming.
	The experience was a mind blower and at first frightened him.
	Mandy maintained a mouth lock on the boy’s cock and sucked him dry.  There was nothing Ramjen could do but take it, enjoy it, and revel in it.  The act was the most amazing thing he had ever had.  And Mandy wasn’t through!
	After the suck, Mandy laid back down and worked off her skirt and then her top.  At ten, Mandy had small beginnings of having breasts.  She wore a small halter to contain them but the breasts were small enough not to bother with a regular bra.
	Ramjen was totally mystified and stared at the naked girl.  Mandy fingered her cunt and had to tell her stunned friend, “take off your clothes.” Of course he did.

	Randy Rivers
	Randy Rivers was a year older than Mandy; he had beautiful blond hair; incredible eyes; and a fantastic smile.  Typical boy attire, open unbuttoned shirt, clean crisp plain white tee-shirt, jeans, and a fresh young boyish face that made him a Subject for a one Mandy Vanderbam.
	Mandy had known Randy since 1rst grade, they were both new to the school district and shared classes together most the way thru to their current grade, 4rth.  
	One day, 
	“Are you nasty?”
	Mandy was not the one to hide her boldness.

	In typical fashion Randy blushed and shrugged.
	“I dunno, maybe, I guess.” There was something quirky about the girl asking such an imposing question.  
	“Do you want to be?” Mandy asked with a twinkle in her eye.

	Once the backstop was the perfect place to be (nasty.)  And once more Mandy was not in jeans but a short dress.  Young Randy had practically run accompanying Mandy.  He was confused but not overly so—it was the anticipation that was the bugger of it; he didn’t know what to expect but he expected something.
	No matter what, Randy wasn’t prepared for Mandy; once in behind the pile of useless school junk the girl hoisted up her short blue dress revealing the simple fact that she wore no panties.
	Randy smiled.  He had no choice.  Randy got wood—he had no choice.  He stared and stared and stared at the girl’s bald nakedness; he liked—a lot!  Mandy giggled and fingered herself before spreading her stance and relieving herself.
	“Holy shit!” blurted Randy.  He had never seen a girl peeing before and really hadn’t a clue how a girl did.  He just never thought of it before.  There were thoughts about girls, of course, what they looked like naked; but he had never seen a girl, not even a little one, naked.
	But there was Mandy Vanderbam—naked AND peeing!
	“Do you got to pee?” she asked offhandedly.
	Randy shrugged, “No.” he said.
	Mandy frowned oddly—the boy was dense and didn’t get it.
	“Want to see my butt?”
	Again, she got a rolled shoulder shrug.  No matter, Mandy turned about and revealed her naked bold butt—then she bent down some and pulled a cheek allowing him optimum viewing of her crack, the hole, and goodie.
	“Damn!” quipped the boy.
	Mandy rubbed her boldness saying, “You can touch it if you want.”
	Randy’s feet, though, were mired in cement; scarcely could he move but Desire pulled him forth and Want To pushed him.  A nervous hand went tremblingly to the girl’s offering.  He had barely ever even touched a girl’s hand let alone her ass.
	But touch a girl’s ass he did.
	And from touching to…

	The word “ass pounder” took on a new meaning for young Randy; often the words implied to homos, faggots, gaywads.  Randy didn’t particularly really know what it all entailed—but his info on sex was also a little dim.  Heck, the boy was just starting to find pleasure in pleasuring himself!
	Then there was Mandy.  With Mandy’s help his cock was enjoying pleasures he had never known could be.  All over Mandy’s smooth warm ass his cock rolled; with Mandy’s hand guiding his cock went up her crack and then poked her hole.  Randy had to wonder if he put his pud into the hole would that make him a homo?
	But it wasn’t into Mandy’s asshole his hard cock was directed but the place where she had just peed from.  But the concept of “sex” was not all that elusive to the young boy, he had the general idea—he just had never engaged in such activity and therefore knew little about its complexities.
	Natural instinct, though, took over and as soon as the head of his prick made entry into Mandy’s cunt—the Neanderthal aspect of copulation took over and he fucked. 
	‘why didn’t someone tell me of this!’ was Randy’s thought as he put it to Mandy V.  The sensations seething thru his young near naked body were more than thrilling.  He pumped with great tenacity; his balls slapped, his body sweated, and more than once was there an overpowering sensation exploding in his cock.
	He clenched, gripped Mandy’s ass hard and power fucked until there was a sudden release of incredible sensations words could not describe—but he knew that he wanted to do it again—and again—and again.

	Nick Vincenti
	With sandy brown hair, brown eyes, a great smile, Nick Vincenti had some serious charm.  On the soccer field he commanded the ball and was a team player.  He looked great in the school colors; white and blue.  More than one girl sought his attention but only Mandy managed to nab him.  But it wasn’t at the baseball backstop—the naughty girl got her man at the school sponsored dance.
	As usual, most school sponsored dances were in the evening type time and usually lame.  The boys hung with themselves, the girls did likewise.  There was some dancing—encouraged by the chaperone teachers and equally lame parents.  Some.  There was punch, a little mixed socializing, but not much more than that.

	After an hour Mandy found her Target at the punch bowl.
	“This is so lame.” Mandy declared.
	“No kidding.” Nick conferred shaking his head.
	“Beats being at home I guess.”
	“Homework, lame parents, everything.” Nick said dejectedly.
	“Well, we could do something.” Mandy said slyly.
	“Ok.” Nick said; he was game.

	The sun had long gone; it was warm out; there was some chatter close by prompting Mandy to take Nick by the hand and escort him to where she knew it would be safer—the backstop.  It was quite a walk from the cafeteria where the dance was being held—in the dark.  The two strolled along merrily, though, hand in hand.
	It wasn’t dark-DARK—they could see with the natural light of Nature and the lights around the school corners; but down the middle thru the baseball fields to the destination—it was dark.
	Mandy would have preferred somewhere closer to the cafeteria—she wasn’t really all that keen on the dark-DARK but with Nick she was fairly secure.  Once at the backstop Mandy announced, “I have to pee!”
	Nick sighed—‘all the way out here and now she’s gotta go back!’
	“Bathrooms way back thatta way.”
	Although it was dark, Nick could see Mandy smiling.  He also could see her fiddling with herself.  Er, more to the point pulling up her party dress and then doing something else he wasn’t quite sure of.  Then it came to him—
	“Holy shit!” he exclaimed, “are you--”
	Mandy giggled her response—‘yep, I’m taking my panties down!’

	It was more than a blur than anything else ‘cause the next thing he knew he was getting blown.  He knew what it was but it had never happened—not to him.  Mandy Vanderbam was sucking him, blowing him.  There wasn’t a lot of “blowing” involved so he didn’t understand the term.  But the suck part—that he understood and it was a mind blower!
	And Mandy Vanderbam—she was nude!
	Nick’s pants and underwear were down at his ankles—this after the girl came up to him after pushing down her panties.  She stepped out of the garment and spread her legs—the next thing he knew was the distinct sound of someone peeing!  He knew that sound—he did a lot himself!  

	The next thing he knew was that his cock was busting out of his pants!  It was strangely erotic to hear a girl peeing—and as his eyes adjusted he could “see” the girl peeing.  It was incredible.  But there was nothing in comparison to what the girl did next—which was to walk up to him and present herself.
	She was nude.
	Nick wasn’t sure when she ditched her dress but she was stark raving nude!  But wait!  There’s more!  After standing against him for a minute or so she just reached out and grabbed his dick!  She did!
	At first, Nick was startled—way startled.  But Mandy merely rubbed her hand up and down his erection and it felt good!  Then she was undoing his pants!  All Nick could do was stand there—it was the most fantastic thing ever to happen to him.
	After Mandy had the pants undone she massaged the cock thru the boy’s tidy-whiteys driving the boy even more so into sexual frenzy.  Although he was supposed to keep his white jeans clean—he quickly got out of them not caring about the dirt.  Down came his underwear, too.  
	With his shirt he was as nude as Mandy.  The girl massaged his favorite organ and after a minute or so of this she moved down to her knees.  The blow job came soon thereafter and it was—a mind blower.  Sure he had handled himself; sure there were times he humped his bed, pillow, etc.  But never in his young life had he thought getting sucked off by a girl would feel so good!
	The blow job, of course, led to—

	Ki Chen
	Earlimart Elementary housed grades from 4th to 8th; there were lots and lots of cute boys in each of those grade levels—the cutest were in the lower grades but the “dashing” handsome boys were in the junior high area, the 7th and 8th graders.
	Some boys were dorks, many were dweebs, geeks, dinks, dinkus, fat and unpleasant to look at in daylight hours.  Thankfully, though, the aforementioned weren’t that many.  There were Asians in the mix, some African-Americans, Mexican-Americans, American Indian; boys with Italian heritage, French, English, Australian, and other.  Boys with long hair, long flowing hair, and buzz cuts.  Boys who were tall, slender, regal, and “just right.”
	Ki Chen fell into the category of “just right.”  He was Asian, raven dark hair, mysterious dark eyes, and a special mystique about him that caught the eye of a one Mandy Vanderbam.

	The school dance was barely cold in Mandy’s mind when she set her sights on Ki Chen.   The insatiable girl had for a long time eyed the young teen; he rode a special custom bicycle; had a persona suggesting “rogue”; and more than once acknowledged Mandy’s existence.
	Her time with Nick Vincenti had been good and lasting.  After sucking his dick and getting a mouthful of his jiz, she jerked his pud squirting a bit more of his love cream onto her face and then down onto her budding breasts.  She had the boy—by the balls and then everywhere else.  
	After rubbing his pud onto her face she laid down on the cardboard and fingered her cunt.  The confused boy took a moment before easing to his knees; from there he took another moment to stare at the naked girl.  It would have been better had it been in the daylight and they had more time.
	Thank God for natural instinct; the boy was still clumsy but eventually made vaginal entry with dutiful pumping commencing thereafter.  Mandy twisted, giggled, and possibly orgasmed right then and there as the lovely handsome boy penetrated her.  Nick was still clumsy and awkward but he eventually got the hang of it; a time or two his pud slipped out—he humped Mandy’s gash but managed to slip back in and continue to bring extreme pleasures to the both of them.
	But once was not enough (it never is.)

	After the fuck, the two stole some time to lay together.  The air had been warm but got warmer.
	“I could use a swim.” Nick chuckled.
	“I got a pool.” Mandy said with a smile.
	But Mandy also had parents who were home.  Nick didn’t.
	After dressing, the two naughty young lovers made quick their return to the lame school sponsored dance and reintegrated themselves amongst their social klick.  By then, of course, the dance was ending and all the young peoples were being shooed to go home.
	Nick explained that he had been deemed old enough to “take care” of himself while his parents were out.  He was twelve, mid way along being twelve and had proven himself to be responsible.  He had the latest technology to keep him safe; GPS locator, whistle, shriek alarm, green belt in Karate, and the latest EMAD detector and preventor.
	Mandy had those, too—at the insistence of her parents.
	Nick’s home wasn’t far from the school, they walked hand in hand with flashlights along a well lit street where there was roving security guards on foot as well as by car.  The kids were well known and were acknowledged and even escorted along their route.

	At Nick’s house the kids made for the bathroom where both had to “go.”  The house of Nick was a two-story job, very nice but not over the top.  There were siblings, all older, all boys.  
	“I gotta pee.” Nick had announced.
	“Me, too!” giggled Mandy.  
	There were two bathrooms on the ground floor; one was a half bath while the other was a full bath.  At the half bath bathroom where Nick was headed ‘cause he really “had to go”, Mandy barged in with him.  Nick sheepishly started to go to the other bathroom when—
	“You don’t have to go.”
	Once more and she had caught the boy off guard.
	Mandy took her dress and soiled panties off.  Nick was all eyes and his need to pee was somewhat curbed.  The girl sat on the toilet, opened her legs then looked gleamingly to her stunned lover.  He was too stunned to react so once more she took over working her hand to his erection.  His white jeans were a little dirty but not bad.  Expertly she undone the jeans and pulled them down—then—then she sucked his dick thru his tidy-whiteys!  She did!
	All Nick could do was stand and fall into oblivion.
	Mandy sucked the bulge—sucked the bulge—sucked the bulge before tugging the underwear down and engulfing the engorged member.  Nick straightened up his young body with eyes fluttering and mind going berserk.  Such intense pleasures!  It was for sure Mandy was in control.  The girl worked her mouth expertly up and down the boy’s schlong, sucking the member into a new realm of pure pleasure.
	But the need to pee was great.  “I gotta pee!” Nick exclaimed.
	Mandy took the boy’s dick and angled it to her chest.  She looked up smiling to the distressed boy conveying “go ahead.”
	Nick had no choice but it sure was hard (get it—hard!) as the naked naughty Mandy Vanderbam held his cock—masturbated his cock.  A bit of sperm squirted out and then the flow of pee suddenly began to stream—stream out splashing all over Mandy V’s chest.  Once the relief had began their was no stopping the flow and Nick relieved himself greatly.
	When done he was more than exhausted.
	Mandy was still in control and pulled the boy down to his knees, opened her legs wide and let the boy see HER pee.  It was the most amazing thing he had ever seen.  He grinned and understood somewhat the intricacy of a girl peeing.  Seeing Mandy naked he understood what a girl looked like naked; bent over, bending over, and going to the bathroom.  His curiosity was satiated (but still overwhelmed).

	After the pee—Mandy sat on the boy’s face IN the bathroom; there she got him to lick her pussy and understand what “eat a girl out” meant.  Young Nick got an eyeful of Mandy’s cunt.  It filled his mind and pissed on his face!  Then they 69ed before going for a dip in the pool.
	Nick Vincenti would never be the same again.
	Mandy, however, moved on.
	Ki Chen.
	Ki Chen was two years older than Nick.  Mandy was totally absorbed with the boy; he was a conquest she wanted badly.  His persona, too, took on an aire of ‘bad boy.’  Ki was new to the area, coming from a big city in the northern part of the state.  There was charm but Mandy saw the “rogue” part that was alluring and she had to be a part of it.
	Ki Chen didn’t spend a lot of time at school once it was over.  Despite his “Asian” heritage, Ki was not into scholastic achievements; he played soccer, dabbled in chess, was a part of a math/science club, but Ki’s joy was biking—to wit, motocross.
	It wasn’t Mandy’s sport.  
	But she attended a couple of events—to watch her man.  He was pretty good, too; taking 5th overall all out of a competition of thirty riders.  Mandy found some thrill in the sport, but her sights were not on the ride but the rider.  The conniving girl got herself a bike, though, and began practicing.  She was no where near the talent for competitive racing but hoped to be good enough for the junior league of amateur racing.  That was where Ki Chen came into play.
	At one event, young amateur Mandy V fussed with her equipment and bike.  It was a costly sport but Mandy had good enough grades and was a good girl all around that her parents popped for the new sport although they had concerns about the dangers.
	Mandy had no real love for the sport, it wasn’t her thing.  But Ki Chen was her thing so she tolerated the frustrations and wondered if there was a better way to capture her goal?  There probably was but Mandy took the current route and that was ok with that.
	Seeing her frustration with the assembly of her protective gear brought the unwary Ki to Mandy—as planned.
	“This strap goes here,” the kind boy said.  He was dashing, of which Mandy wanted to dub him, Dash.  Those dark eyes—so mysterious!  That hair—unkempt, long, hanging partly into his eyes.  He was truly a beautiful handsome boy and Mandy wanted to have him—at least for a couple of minutes.

	The gallant boy had a fantastic smile, too; he continued to help with the many fasteners to the protective garment she wore.
	“On that fourth turn before the multi jumps, where’s the best place to hit it?”
	“Before you hit the triples, go up on the berm and gun it hard or when you come back down on the path you’ll go endo.” he smirked but it wasn’t snide.
	“Stay out of the ruts,” warned-cautioned Ki, “they’ll kill you for any attempt at passing anyone.”
	“Just watch the whoops, they come at the end in front of the grandstand—if you lose it there you’re toast.”
	Mandy wasn’t looking forward to it and actually hoped to skate the event entirely.  She was going a long ways to “get her man.”  Ki escorted her to the line and helped her get lined up.  Words of encouragement filled Mandy’s head; he seemed sincere and that just made him more desirable.
	There had been days of practicing prior to the non-competitive event.  It was not a big deal, not for championship points, money, or anything of the like.  It was just a group practice.  
	Mandy did well—until the that third turn and the dreaded whoop-de-doos (or moguls).  Taking the high bank to avoid the perilous triple hills one after the other Mandy’s bike found the one rut on the high bank that shot her down into the middle of the track where the front tire bore down into the torn up dirt flipping her.
	Terrifying moments for Mandy—and the audience AND her parents in attending as three riders came barreling thru the middle of the whoops barely missing Mandy as she lay out sprawled before officials red flagged the riders.
	It would have been terrific if Ki would have gotten to her but it was officials and medical aid.  Mandy was whisked away on a stretcher to the in-care center infield and checked over.  Thankfully, the protective gear she wore saved her bones—her spirit, however, took a major ding.
	The wind had been knocked out of her; she was dizzy and a little disorientated.  The fall really hadn’t been too traumatic but it was bad enough (bad enough to end her motocross career.)  
	That following Monday and Mandy found herself being approached by Ki Chen.  The cafeteria had sections for the differing grades and from all those students—he had picked her out.
	“Hi!” he said in greeting.
	“Hi.” Mandy replied but not with a lot of enthusiasm.

	“I saw you eat it, Saturday.”
	“Yeah, it was a dinger.”
	“What’d your parents say?”
	Mandy rolled her eyes and Ki knew her racing career was done.
	“Well, at least you tried.” 
	They chatted a bit more about the race and others who “ate it”, too.
	Then,
	“Wanna go for a walk with me?”
	Sounded like a plan; he didn’t have anything else to do—‘cept hang with his friends, maybe study for an afternoon test, go to the bathroom, play video game on his phone…

	At the backstop area Mandy and Ki found more trash than usual; beer cans and bottles mostly.
	“Someone’s been partying.”
	“Dang, and I missed it.”
	Ki chuckled and Mandy fretted.
	“We probably should head back.” Ki said not really knowing why he had come with the girl in the first place.
	“Are you nasty?” Mandy boldly blurted asking.
	“What?”
	Mandy shrugged and gave her best smile; twinkling eyes, cocked head, all conveying “I’m up to something; wanna join me?”

	With the backstop area compromised Mandy led her Prey along a small dirt path to the nearby train trestle.  There was a canal with some water in it; sometimes the canal was dry—sometimes it was not.  There were dirt embankments and Mandy liked to get right underneath the area where the dirt bank met up with the trestle—especially when a train went thundering overhead!
	After quickly checking for bums, young Mandy Vanderbam pulled off her shirt and halter.  Ki Chen stood stunned—just like the boys prior.  He looked around cautiously to ensure security and then continued to watch in stunned awe as the odd girl pulled down her pants AND panties.
	Be damned the fact that she was a ten year old fourth grader!  Ki undone his own pants and freed his cock; Mandy stepped out of her clothes and was stark raving nude.  Ki’s cock was stark raving hard.  The air was warm but time was short.  The nude girl giggled and scampered up under the trestle laying out with her legs open—invitingly.

	Ki gave the area a once more look over then made his way under the trestle himself.  It no longer mattered that the nude girl was ten years old.  She reached for (and got a holt of) his cock and stroked it.  Ki was in awe; he stared at the naughty girl and his cock got as hard as a rock!
	On his knees Ki sat going totally ballistic as the strange 4rth grader worked his pud with not only her hands but her mouth!  It was his first blow job.  He was not an avid masturbator but did so occasionally.  There were two girls to his credit he had had sex with; there was, also, a boy!  Well, it’s good to be versatile.
	Just before bringing Ki Chen off and the distinctive telltale feeling of something approaching began to rumble.  Mandy giggled and sat back working Chen’s schlong with her hands.  The boy was nude; he was handsome and well built—mostly due to the athleticism needed for the motocross sport.  
	Just as Ki slid his lovely cock into Mandy’s sweet cunt and did the thundering 12:30 Eastbound locomotive rumble over their heads.  For Mandy it was no biggie—Ki kind of freaked a little as the train was literally right over them.  But Mandy’s cunt was something else and the air being so charged with their illicitness and thunder the event of sexual engagement was incredible.

  Toby Charles
	Toby Charles was different than the other boys recently in young Mandy’s life; Toby had charm, looks, athleticism, money, and a most importantly—a car.  Toby Charles was a high schooler.  Mandy V had aspiring desires.  Toby Charles was one of those desires that inspired her—in essence another conquest.
	The high school Toby Charles went to was down three blocks and one over.  Mandy V attended the school for one class—math.  Mandy V seemed to have a knack for numbers (she saw the figures (and answers) in her head without going thru the fuss of writing out the computation of how she arrived at said answer.)
	She also liked to dabble in Art which was something not offered at her current school.  Only a small handful of other non-high school girls went to the high school; some were chess whizzes, others were English phenonoms; able to quote large tracts of literature by heart. 
	After a week of attending the high school and Mandy set her sights on Toby Charles.  And a week thereafter…

	It’s all about the timing.
	The advanced math class Mandy partook of was in the afternoon, the last scheduled class for the school.  Most times and Mandy had a ride—her worried parents made strides to leave their workplace early to pick her up and safely deliver her home.  A week of that and Mandy had had enough and made other plans.
	The plans involved Toby Charles.
	Mandy was nothing if not conniving and detective-slash-stalker.  After setting her sights on her Target/Subject she began following him noting his time at the gym, last class, lunch hour, and time he left the school for home (or wherever.)  
	Armed with the knowledge of the habits of her Subject she chucked her parents to the curb (so to speak) and began taking up a stance at the front of the school.  The first “wait” and Subject Toby was with a group of boys.  The second wait and it was a small gaggle of bitches.  Third time and he was alone.
	“Hi.” she said kinda of meekly clutching her book bag and looking a little petrified.
	Toby Charles was caught off a little but acknowledge the girl with a “Hi” back.
	“Aren’t you a little young for being here?” he chortled.
	“Special class, math.” Mandy replied.
	“Oh.” Toby said back.
	“I’m gifted.” Mandy stated with a smile.
	“Glad someone is,” Toby said dejectedly, “me and math don’t get along.”
	Mandy gave him a smile, a twinkle, but strangely—the boy didn’t bite!  The Subject went on, crossed the small street in front of the school and out to the student parking lot.  The bastard!  Mandy stared at him with glare.  This didn’t make her happy.

	Mandy wasn’t happy the next go round, either; nor the next one or the one following.  The Subject had an entourage at one time and Mandy herself had an interruption with being sidelined by a beaming teacher at Mandy’s unique math abilities and showing her off to some other teachers; a discussion of an awards banquet featuring all unique math prodigies and bla bla bla.  

	Then one day it was raining.  A rare Summer storm that both fouled the normal weather and Mandy’s mood.  Her plans of having her Prey had not gone well—she should have done had him by now and moved on to someone else.  The foul mood of Many pre-empted the fact that Mother Nature was soaking her.  The rain was hard but it was enough to wet the roads and sidewalk.
	“You’re gonna get wet.” said a familiar voice.
	Mandy almost glared at him but held off destroying him with her look saying, “Yeah, I know.” Then she put on the appearance of someone in desperation.
	“Someone coming to pick you up?” Toby asked out of concern.
	“Supposed to have already been here.”
	“Probably held up by the rain.”
	“Most likely they forgot—again.”
	“Oh.” And Toby held fast not racing off to his ride and leaving her behind.  This was new.
	“Where do you live?” Toby asked nonchalantly.
	“On Crenshaw, by Guilimon-Sutter Park.”
	“I know where that is.”
	And?
	“Kind of far to walk, huh?”
	Mandy nodded, “I’ve done it before—got yelled at ‘cause I’m not old enough to walk by myself.” And it took thirty minutes plus to make the trek.
	Toby shrugged, “I guess I could give you a ride—if no one shows to pick you up.”
	Mandy’s heart gasped—‘gotcha!’  But she tried not to show her exuberance; her glee would surely tip the boy off.  Or was he finally noticing her; noticing her fine tight ass, sweet face, tight pants?  Was he finally becoming what most boys were—horndog?
	Toby Charles’ ride was a standard pickup with extended cab.  The bed had the remains of hay; there was the distinct odor of horsey about the vehicle; it had fat tires with custom wheels, tinted windows, gun rack, aluminum tool box, strewn rope, and the distinctive odor of horsey.  Toby Charles was a cowboy.
	Mandy was okay with that.  
	“I love the sound of rain.” she said as they got inside the truck.  Toby held off firing the American truck up and listened to the rain, too.  So for a minute or two they sat listening to the pounding of the increasing rainfall on the roof.

	“So, you like country music.” It was a statement of fact rather than question.  As Toby made way down a side road to the main drag, Mandy rifled thru his collection of cassette tapes; all featuring country music.  The cab of the truck was cluttered—papers, books, more rope, parts of a saddle.  The smell of horsey was still very prevalent.
	“Do you gotta be right home?” Toby casually asked as he came to the stop sign.
	Mandy was caught off guard (for once.)
	“No, not really.” Her young mind was racing for a backup plan to cover potential lies and such.
	“Well, I-I was just wondering if you’d like a rootbeer float or something.”
	Mandy was once more caught off guard.
	“Sure.” she answered. 
	Once on the main street there was a popular hangout for teens, a famous nation wide chain fast food joint that featured rootbeer floats.  And Toby Charles was buying.
	There were only a handful of high schoolers inside the joint, the rain was coming on harder driving some in and others away.  After getting their rootbeer floats and securing a booth by one of the great bay windows facing the main street,
	“So you’re one of those math wizards, huh?”
	“I guess so.” Mandy said being on the defensive.  She was a little uncomfortable and she didn’t know why.  Something was up.
	“I’m not so good in math, just got a C on my last test and barely got that!”
	“It’s alright,” Mandy said, “everyone’s different, everyone’s got different subjects they like best.”
	“I have to do better or my folks will get mad.  I’m in this junior rodeo thing but have to have pretty good grades to keep up bla bla bla--”
	Mandy was beginning to get something (and it wasn’t sex.)

	The more she tried—the more she knew what her parents meant by “talking to a brick wall.”  Toby Charles didn’t get it.  Basic math, yes; basic algebra—no.  
	“Guess I better get you home.” Toby said after half an hour.
	Mandy nodded—she gave him a so-so stare; she well enough knew why he was being so chummy; he was using her for math help.  It kind of bugged her.  She would just then have to fuck his brains out extra hard…

	Once back in the truck a rain cloud opened up overhead and dumped a serious amount of rain onto the truck.  It was a little more than Mandy liked and she clung to the cowboy who held her tightly.
	“Sonofabitch!” 
	Toby clung to the frightened girl a bit tighter, rubbed her back and wasn’t too thrilled with the sudden downpour himself.  Mandy clung to her cowboy; her head on his chest, her arms curled up into herself.  As the downpour lessoned—Mandy lowered her head…

	Toby fussed a bit; he was ansy and at odds with himself as the young Fourth Grader manipulated his private part.  Firstly it was with her hand massaging his favorite organ—then it was her mouth!  He didn’t know if he had a hard-on before she started massaging him or what—but he was hard and couldn’t help it.
	Plus it felt good.
	Then the strange girl began sucking him thru his pants!
	That felt even better!
	Toby found himself roaming his hand over the girl’s backside; a strange (but familiar) feeling began to emerge but fear and concern was there, too.  Then he saw the top of the girl’s panties and a bit of crack…
	When he moaned and opened his legs—Mandy knew that she had him.  She smiled and began manipulating his balls power sucking his cock that was getting harder (and hotter!)
	Soon and there was an overpowering need to “whip it out.”  He virtually had no choice, the agony was just too much (and be damned the fact that a ten year was making him that way.)
	Both he and the strange girl freed his cock.  Mandy looked upon the hardened prong as like some sort of treat—and it was!  She eyed it lovingly with glee, salivated, grinned big, then put her lips about the prong sucking the shaft.
	What was cowboy to do?  
	He enjoyed, that’s what.
	From the shaft to the head, Mandy worked her magic lips over the teen cock increasing its strength and heat.  Soon and the math wizard was taking the throbbing cock into her mouth.  Cowboy no longer cared that she was ten and began rubbing her backside—slipping his fingers down inside the back of her pants.
	As Mandy engulfed Toby’s cock she undone her own pants working them down.  Toby was about to explode—figuratively as well as all other ways.  

	There was no choice but to “lay down”.  It was a bit of clumsy and a lot awkward but once Mandy’s pants were down—and then off along with her shoes, her panties followed.  Cowboy Toby fumbled and was more clumsy and awkward getting his clothes off.  But soon the two were stark naked, the windows of the truck were all fogged up, the rain was still falling, and ten year old naughty-naughty-oh-so-naughty Mandy Vanderbam was sucking off royally sixteen year old junior cowboy Toby Charles.
	Meanwhile, Toby had a face full of Mandy’s ten year old cunt.
	A little more awkwardness and the two were 69ing with Mandy on top.  Toby let go all inhibitions about being naughty with such a young girl, that part no longer mattered.  His hands on her soft warm ass thrilled him; his tongue lolling about the girl’s tasty cunt brought him to a level of sexual want he had never experienced before.
	Mandy bobbed on the cock sucking the life out of it; she fondled his hairy teenage testicles, squeezed his cock at the base and got a mouthful of jiz for her efforts.  She sucked and sucked and sucked, working the pud until all the juices had been issued.  She herself enjoyed a bit of thrill from the boy’s tongue action giving him a bit of her girlie quim juice as well as a bit of pee.

	Toby lay breathing hard; the rain was letting up; the windows were seriously fogged up—just like the night he had screwed Becky Banducci.  He had had a blowjob before but none like the cocksuck Mandy V had given him.  Wow!  And just being naked with the girl—that was something, too!  Rubbing her ass, licking her pussy—it was the most fantastic thing ever!
	But more fantastic than that was Mandy sitting up—and after wriggling her ass onto her cowboy’s face turned about and sat on his cock!  Being a teenager—Cowboy Toby Charles had stamina.  He had cum but his cock remained steadfastly hard.  Mandy wriggled her cunt onto the still amazingly hard cock; Toby lay in marvel—stunned marvel, looking up to the nude ten year old with his mind in oblivion.

	For a few minutes they lay in lust; Toby’s hands roamed all over the young girl’s ass and backside slowly increasing his lust drive.  Mandy lay simply grinding on the boy’s cock reeling herself from just laying with the teen.  When his cock was deemed hard enough and time enough had passed Mandy tried working his pud into her sex.
	The non-moving steering wheel prevented adequate manipulation and thusly penetration.  More clumsy awkwardness came ending with Mandy sitting on Toby’s lap.  They hugged and Mandy continued to grind…

	Toby managed to get his cock against Mandy’s cunt and he couldn’t believe that she was taking it (in.)  The strange (horny) girl wriggled and wriggled; she made a face like she was suppressing a huge turd, then settled down with her pussy not her mouth engulfing his cock.
	His mind went ballistic.  He thought of two other girls he had nailed in similar fashion but none had given him such thrills!  Hand jobbing was one thing, humping his cousin when he was twelve was one thing; finally fucking a girl in his truck was one thing.
	But putting his schlong into a ten year old girl?  That was something else again.  He could practically feel his cock swelling inside the girl’s cunt—and was he cumming?  It felt like a great healthy morning piss and amazingly—amazingly his cock was ALL the way in her!  
	It was amazing—truly amazing!  With his hands on her ass, Mandy cunt swallowed his cock and they were engaging in serious fucking.  It was the most fantastic thing ever!  Toby knew he was doing wrong—naked and fucking a ten year old (but she started it!)  The feeling was too much to ignore and the simple fact that the girl WAS ten years old faded.
	The sensations were enormous; just holding the naked underling to him; their hearts were pounding, sweat drenching, and a tingling sensation that was unique swelled within Toby—along with his swelled cock.  All that mattered was to achieve the orgasm.  His eyes fluttered and he was seriously no longer in control of himself—all that mattered was to cum.
	Finally after some minutes there was a flood of sexual release.  The release was almost as intense as the act itself.  Mandy clung tenaciously to her naked sweaty teen lover; she convulsed with her young cunny clasping the invading prong that was also convulsing.
	“Wow.” Managed to mutter Toby.
	Mandy held her tongue—she had him!  She had him!

	It wasn’t over, yet.  The rain had long since let up but the two hot lovers in the pickup cab were still at it.  Cracking the wing window to let in some fresh air and let out some of the stank helped.  There was a fair amount of fingering, fondling, groping, and giggling.  Usually when Mandy had gotten her man that was it.  Seldom was there an encore.  With Toby Charles, there was an encore.  And what an encore!
	This time around, Mandy was on the seat; her shoulders thrown back; her feet up to the headboard.  Her horny cowboy glided his cock up and down the girl’s cunt slowly making entry into her.  It was no longer “awkward” or “clumsy” but just cramped quarters.

	Cowboy Toby was beginning to feel the strains of pain as his back and legs were giving out.  His cock ached, too.  One more good fuck and he would be done.  That was the thought.  It was total amazement to be involved in such a farce—if he should get caught—OH!
	But when the sexual feeling grabbed him by the ying-yang—the thoughts of being caught evaporated.  Nothing mattered.  All that there was was to fuck.  Mandy’s legs went everywhere despite her try to keep her feet on the ceiling.  It was Toby who was in control but all he was doing was pumping.
	And that pumping was intense—a time or two he pulled out and grinded his schlong against Mandy’s cunt, then poked his way back into her sex for more intense fucking.
	Mandy bit her lip so hard it bled; her young nipples got their hardest yet; she fidgeted as she was fucked—something was stirring in her, too.  A new feeling she had never had before swarmed in her making her tingle like never before.  She wasn’t sure she liked it.
	Despite the fresh air from the open wing window—the air was stifling in the pickup’s cab.  The two lovers were houndedly hard at it with Cowboy Toby Charles striving beyond belief to get his third orgasm.  Mandy had endured and succumbed to more than two but wasn’t sure if any more.
	Clinging together rather inelegantly the two lovers surrendered to the wills of optimum sexual discharge.  Deep-DEEP within Mandy’s cunt to Toby let go his love.  His cock was buried fully and much like a male doggie at humping his bitch there was the quickness of the finale.  Juts and juts of liquid love were expelled with the final push/release exploding in such a dramatic fashion that young Mandy had her final orgasm, too.

Finale
	Joe Gramms
	There are cute boys and then there are CUTE boys!  Most boys were cute, handsome in some way or another—Joe Gramms, new student to Earlimart Elementary was cute.  Sandy brown hair, blue eyes, and something about him that gave him the “Devil May Care” persona.  Whatever that meant.  He was cute and that was all there was to it.
	“Hi!” Mandy said plopping down beside him.
	“Hi.” Joe said back being polite.  He was nice looking in his opened boy shirt with brown tee-shirt.  The boy was more interested in eating than conversing.  Mandy let it be, she had time.

	Day after day, Mandy made it a point to sit by the boy, be talkative, share what she knew about some teachers, tests, what boys to avoid, where places on campus to avoid, and so on.  Joe took it all in—he himself wasn’t much of a talker; the quiet/shy type.
	“Wanna go for a walk?” she asked one day after finishing their lunch.
	“I guess so.” the unwary target replied.
	Mandy smiled and batted her pretty blue eyes.  ‘gotcha!’

	The backstop
	Mandy was surprised to find her favorite hangout had been cleaned up.  All debris, trash, even her cardboard had been picked up and some of the brush cleared.  
	“Usually can find some neat stuff here.” Mandy said.
	“Oh yeah?” Joe said, “Like what?”
	“Old coins, baseball cards, some neat looking rocks.”  Mandy kicked the dirt with her shoe; checking her watch it was almost twelve-thirty.  
	“Wanna hear something neat?” Mandy asked.
	“Ok.” Joe said with a shrug.
	Mandy smiled and led the way to the trestle.

	The rumbling of the 12:30 Eastbounder was already felt as the two made their way under the creosote stinky bridge.  Joe had never been so far off school grounds and was all eyes to his surroundings.
	“This way.” Mandy said coaxing the unwary boy.
	Joe slipped a little as he made way to where the strange girl was hunkered down.  She was all grins and Joe was a little leery.  Something was up.  Squatting down he was about to ask, “What up?” when the rumbling began and came rather quickly.
	“Holy shit!” he exclaimed.  There was a little petrifaction on Joe’s part; Mandy just sat squatting grinning.  It wasn’t to Joe’s liking and less when the great locomotive came roaring over in dramatic fashion.  Joe was ten, like Mandy, and frightened easily.  Fuck the macho shit, Joe ran.
	He didn’t go far as he didn’t know where to go.  Mandy chased after him (maybe the train shtick wasn’t such a hot idea) catching him at the phone/power pole by the corner edge of the school fence.  The train was still rumbling along but it was better than being underneath it.
	“Sorry.” Mandy offered.
	Joe said nothing.  Taking him by the hand she moved him back to the area behind the backstop.

	With the train gone, Joe was better.  He was still stunned and missed what Mandy had initially said; so she repeated it:
	“Wanna see me pee?”
	WTF!?
	Joe stared and though he didn’t out and out answer, he watched in awe as the strange (very) girl pulled her pants and underwear down to her knees, stood briefly before squatting.  Joe was curious and soon saw the girl peeing.  He had never seen a girl pee.  It was the most oddest thing!
	Stepping away from her “puddle” Mandy stood with her clothes at her ankles revealing her nakedness to the stunned boy.  Drawing a finger to her sex she giggled and blushed.
	“What?  You’ve never seen a naked girl?” it was only obvious.
	Joe shook his head, No.
	Mandy continued to finger herself; the warmth of the Summer sun warmed her naked exposure; there was little time left to do anything; bees buzzed; and her cunny tingled-tingled-tingled.
	“Do you gotta pee?” the strange girl asked.
	“No.” Joe answered with another shrug.  He did shyly brush his hand against a sudden unexpected erection.
	Undaunted, Mandy laid down on the swept dirt just under the natural curve of brush.  There she was out of the direct sunlight.  Laying down she opened her legs very muchly exposing herself.  Joe was all attentive.
	Joe was also dim and remained standing—and clothed.
	“Can I see it?” Mandy finally asked.
	Dim Joe stood dumbfoundedly—and as Mandy scrambled up to help him the five minute warning bell was heard. 
	“Shit.” Mandy bitched.  Pulling up her clothes, dusting herself off she somewhat angrily stomped back to regular grounds and afternoon class; Joe followed (somewhat dumbfounded still.)

	The next day—
	“Wanna go for a walk?”
	Joe looked up and grinned.  He seemed more brighter—more happier to see her.  He was also more eager to go for that walk.  They consumed their lunch in quick time, ditched pesky friends, and the bathroom.
	“I gotta pee.” Joe announced.  Mandy smiled and the two nearly ran to their secret place.
	But it wasn’t all that secret…

	Getting Joe naked was a trick; he was bashful and skittish.
	Mandy was naked.
	There wasn’t a lot of time, though, for simple gawking.  Mandy stood before her stunned lover massaging his cock that before now had never been so hard.  Then she was undoing his pants pushing them down.  The stunned boy stood with his aching cock—aching.  Mandy went to her knees and began sucking on thru his underwear.
	Young Joe Gramms stood on weak trembling knees totally blitzed.
	Mandy was fully in control; after a minute or so of sucking his young cock thru his underwear she tugged the garment down.  For ten, Joe Gramms had a decent cock.  It was hard and maybe a little bit more than most boys her age.  Only Ramjen Reeva had had a better cock.  Randy Rivers’ cock had been a little thing—it was good but it had been shorter.  Nick Vincenti being twelve had an adequate cock worthy of Mandy’s appreciation.
	Sucking Joe was pretty good, she caressed his ass warmed by the sun and devoured wholly his young prong.  That led to the insatiable horny girl laying down on some cardboard someone had placed there since her last visit.  Joe had to take a minute to look the girl over; then he pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his clothes.
	Natural instinct was a wonderful thing; young Joe had never even begun humping his hand, bed, or anything else.  Laying on the naked Mandy Vanderbam was something—really something!  His cock lay right on her cunt; she was naked!  He was naked!  There were strange-strange feelings he had never experienced before.
	Mandy had to help guide the boy’s cock to where it belonged—in her cunt.  That natural instinct thing kicked in and as Mandy withdrew her hand the boy began to pump.  It was slow and more than once did his dick pop out.  But that was ok, it still felt good and soon the boy sort of got the hang of it.
	The 12:30 was almost due; the sun was baking Joe’s backside; bees buzzed and Mandy’s hand were clamped tightly to Joe’s very warm ass.  The boy was pumping for all he was worth; their arms and legs were akimbo and the “good feeling” was escalating when—
	“HEY!”
	Joe flew up as if repelled by opposing magnetism; Mandy scrambled up and was in sheer panic as there stood Mr. Kaska, Earlimart Elementary’s senior principal.
	Shit.
	“Get your clothes on!” he barked, “we’re going to the office.”
	Double shit.

	Joe cried most of the way to the principal’s office.
	Mandy fretted.  For sure her parents would be called.  That would be bad.  Her “good girl” image would be tarnished.  Could she possibly blame Joe?  Her mind raced as she tried in some desperation to concoct something that would save her.
	“Sit!” said Mr. Kaska as he opened the door to his office.  Joe and Mandy entered the office which was in the open corridor where most of the school’s offices were located.  The classes went out in double rows from the laterally positioned offices with small yards separating the class buildings.  A small gaggle of students milled about the open hallways,
	“Don’t you got someplace to be?” barked the pissed off Kaska.
	Mandy tensed—this was not going to be easy.
	Kaska slammed the door shut behind him and roughly sat in his chair grabbing some files from a cabinet.  Mandy and Joe sat on a green vinyl bench seat totally frightened.  It was a situation uncommon for Mandy and she didn’t like it.
	After a few minutes of rifling thru various files he pulled out two:
	Joe Gramms and Mandy Vanderbam.
	Kaska, James W, wore a nice yellow dress shirt with odd colored non-matching tie.  He was very well groomed, in his mid 40s or somewhere close, a little graying of the temples with a stern-stern face made him somewhat formidable.  From one of the files he had opened on his desk he picked up the phone and began pressing buttons.
	Shit.  He was calling a parent.  Mandy froze and felt very uneasy.  Joe was still crying.  Mandy felt bad for him—but worse for her.  She had never been in trouble before—somehow she had always managed to skate by unscathed.  It was bound to happen she supposed—her luck couldn’t hold out forever.
	Kaska finished pressing buttons and waited—waited—waited—then hung up and looked at the other opened file and began pressing buttons on the phone again.  Mandy’s parents worked, she wasn’t sure if the file Mr. Kaska had had their work phone or just the home phone.  No one was at home, her Daddy was a construction engineer and was out of town on business; her Mommy worked in real estate.
	After putting the phone down Kaska stared at the two naughty students.  Slowly he nodded his head, then he sighed and pulled open one of those large drawers of his desk.  Then, folding his hands together he paused before speaking.  Then,

	“We can do this one of two ways, (pause for dramatic effect) we can call your parents in--”
	This bit of info only got young Joe to wail out loud.
	Kaska paused letting the boy’s wailing wail taper off.
	“We can call your parents,” he restated again, “or deal with it here in the office.”
	“What do you mean?” asked a curious Mandy who felt a brief air of relief. 
	Mr. Discipline came into view—a large ping pong paddle paddle laid onto the desk (on top of the two students’ files.)
	“Oh shit.” breathed Mandy.
	Kaska gave Mandy a long hard look for her foul mouth; then,
	“Who’s first?” 
	“I’ll go last.” Mandy spoke up.
	Joe turned his head—despite his fright and pending doom he realized that he had just been shafted.
	“Let’s go and get it over with,” said Kaska, “then you can go sit in detention the rest of the day.”
	Joe hesitated but a long hard stare from Mr. Kaska prompted him to move—into—position.  That was to stand at Kaska’s side.  The young boy’s eyes were fastened to the paddle, it had small round holes drilled in the middle; dark veneer stain on both side with Mr. Discipline inscribed on the handled.
	“Take ‘em down.” the man said.
	Joe trembled and once more broke out crying.
	“It’s time, either now or when your parents are here.”
	This didn’t help.  Joe cried more and more.
	“I’ll go first.” Mandy said standing up.
	“Sit down!” barked Kaska.  Mandy abruptly sat down a little frightened.  This was a situation she didn’t like one little bit.  No, not at all.
	“I’m waiting.” Kaska said.
	With trembling fingers the young boy who had never been in trouble before undone his pants and pushed them down just enough.  Kaska guided the distressed boy down across his lap.  Careening her head over the line of books sitting up on the Principal’s desk Mandy could just see Kaska smoothing his hand over Joe’s butt—Joe’s bare butt.  Mandy smiled—hmmm.
	Joe’s underwear had been pushed down to expose her young tender butt; Kaska indeed smoothed his hand over the skin and spent two to three minutes just caressing.  Then,
	SMACK!
	The paddle made a near deafening crack.  Joe’s eyes bulged and he was at that level where he was unable to make audible sounds.  The paddle came again and then a third time.  Then, Kaska returned to caressing the boy’s burning ass.
	Meanwhile, Mandy squirmed.  
	Joe was stood up and while he was upset, crying, burning ass, Mandy just barely saw what looked like molestation.  She wasn’t sure—fucking books were in the way, but it looked like Mr. Kaska was masturbating Joe’s cock!
	When Joe had calmed down he was allowed to pull up his clothes then sent off to detention.  Mandy’s stomach tightened (as well as her ass.)  She wasn’t sure about being spanked; she had never been spanked so far as she could remember.  She had heard about other kids being swatted, she had HEARD other kids being swatted (in her neighborhood).  But as for her herself—no.
	Kaska tapped his fingers on the desk and gave a nod.  Mandy suddenly felt ill and tightened up all over.  She didn’t much like the feeling or the tense situation.  With a sigh, though, she stood and made way around the desk to take her place—and position.
	For a moment they made longing eye contact; then Mandy knew it was time and she fumbled undoing her turquoise jeans.  A bit of fear held her; she felt sorry for Joe and that seemed to soothe her.  Sort of.  Her mind was so confounded that she almost missed what Kaska was doing; briefly ever so briefly on the sly he brushed his hand to his crotch.
	Did he have a hard-on?
	Hmmm
	With her pants down—Mandy paused.  She wrinkled her nose and realized she had to fart.  Probably would be bad karma to let it rip now.  She stood in her powder blue panties letting her Principal have himself a good look.  She tried to see for sure if he had wood—if he did then, “gotcha!”
	But the man wore those dress slacks that pooched up making it difficult to tell.  Somehow managing to suppress the pesky fart Mandy positioned herself down across the man’s lap.  She wasn’t sure if getting a spanking at school was supposed to be done in such a manner.  As she settled, Kaska caressed her ass.  Her arms were out with her hands touching the carpet.  That pesky fart was burgeoning and she wondered what Kaska would do should it escape?

	Slowly the man’s hand began intently making circles on her ass; Mandy couldn’t help but tense up at the pending anticipation.  Then the man slipped that manly hand inside her panties.  Try as she might she couldn’t shake the strange unfamiliar feeling that staggered thru her.  It was a strange feeling that made her more than a little uncomfortable.
	Then,
	He touched her asshole.
	It was more than brief, too.
	Mandy tensed up although she didn’t want to.
	Unlike Joe, Mandy received her swatting by Mr. Kaska’s bare hand.
	So shocked was Mandy that she didn’t react—one way or the other.
	Kaska landed another smack covering both cheeks.  Mandy arched her back and felt the sting and actually wasn’t sure how to take it.  She took it two more times before the man stopped to caress the searing butt; his fingers went into her crack and once more touched her hole.
	When she was stood up the confusion in her young mind was overwhelming.  She was crying, her ass was burning, and she had a unique tingling sensation in her cunt!  Kaska stared at her bald naked cunt—and did he just moan?
	Mandy slowly got her wits back; her eyes were bleary and she still was uncertain if whether or not she liked the spanking.  As her eyes cleared it WAS clear that Mr. Kaska had a hard-on.
	Oh!

	With her top off and free of her pants and panties, naked Mandy with the still burning ass stepped around Kaska’s knees to sit against the desk.  She had full command attention of her Principal—just the way she liked.  Slowly she opened her legs—Kaska’s eyes went straight to her young bald cunt—and he DID moan.  He was also sweating.  Hoisting herself up onto the desk Mandy parted her legs and lay out fully exposing herself.
	David Kaska exposed himself, too.
	Mandy sat up as she saw the wicked cock pronounced.
	‘Damn!’ it was the biggest cock yet!  Toby Charles had a nice-decent cock and boy did it ever thrill her!  But Principal Kaska had a MAN cock.  A MAN cock!  Mandy began to breath hard and salivate at the expectancy of something good to cum unto her cunt.
	Kaska’s cock was hard; there was a bit of pre-cum soiling the piss slit area; Mandy could feel the heat from it from where she sat.  The man tugged on the skin, waggled it as his fingers came down to the base, and waited.  It was Mandy’s show.

	A small jut of cum squirted as Mandy put her fingers about the manly manhood.  She smiled and bent down to take it—to taste it.  Kaska did nothing but moan as the girl’s lips touched his penis.  He ran a hand thru her thick super curly/kinky light brown hair; his cock assailed to lofty heights as into the girl’s mouth he went.
	Mandy rolled her tongue about the super sensitive crown; she diddled the piss slit then slowly-slowly made her way down the massive cock.  There was a natural gag reflex she couldn’t help but began bobbing her head just the same getting a few juts of man cum coating her tonsils.
	More uncontrollable gag reflex; then,
	Mandy slurped her best then sat back smacking her lips showing her Principal that she had sucked and swallowed.  The Principal was befuddled to say the least—he had just gotten a blowjob from a ten year old student!  Mandy then laid herself back down on the desk, spreading her legs.
	What was a man to do!?
	After staring and staring and staring—David Kaska found that he was masturbating slowly and fully enthused.  So enthused that he put his hardening pud against the young girl’s cunt.  well, she WAS willing!  So, why not!?  
	Mandy fidgeted a little but managed to maintain herself and composure; Mr. Kaska eased his throbbing cock into the girl’s quim and was amazed that he was able to penetrate.  It was a slow penetration; the man’s eyes bulged; his body went taut, and he stared not at Mandy but at the lime green wall before him where his plaques of achievement and measure of himself were.
	His cock went in—in—in.
	Mandy began to arch her back and twist as her young cunny was filled to capacity.  Kaska began to withdraw; Mandy pushed her self up to him keeping his cock in her sex.  She giggled, smiled, and wondered if she had to poop or fart?
	Their lovemaking on the desk got messy—and destructive; books, files, phone, family photos, fell to the floor as David Kaska entered into that realm of full engagement of sex.  He was fucking.  And he was fucking a ten year old girl!  Or was she fucking him?  He didn’t care, nothing mattered; he’s cock had never felt so good.  He made full entry which was amazing (but of course, he had a simple 6-incher).  

	The two illicit lovers humped their fill (and then some).  David Kaska was exhausted—especially his cock.  Pulling out he caught himself and maybe for a second or two realized the super incredible deed he had done.  Mandy stretched, farted, and fingered her goobered cunt.  Boy dick was alright but MAN dick was the way to go!
	After catching a brief breather, Mandy oh-so naughty Mandy turned over.  It was awkward but she cocked a leg and lay with a new view for Mr. Kaska to marvel at.  And he did marvel at it.  Mandy’s ass was something to marvel and the man while fondling his cum dripping dick caressed Mandy’s soft smooth ass.

	Kaska was just about to try for anal entry when the girl he was about to try anal entry on whirled about with eyes wide exclaiming “I gotta go!” and being a family man, he knew the desperation look and announcement meant only one thing:  potty emergency.
	Luckily there was a private bathroom—just a toilet and a sink but it was a bathroom just the same.  Mandy raced to it barely making it.  What relief.  She farted and felt instant relief.  When she had finished, Kaska came in.  He was still befuddled and in a stupor.  Mandy flushed but didn’t leave the toidy.  She sat giggling suddenly feeling strangely sheepish all of a sudden.
	Kaska tried to convey to the girl, “I gotta go, too.” but she wouldn’t move.  She eyed the man’s one eyed pecker, cocked her head and got that “gleam” going again.  Then she nodded and Kaska wasn’t sure but moved into the bathroom and up to the strange-strange student sitting nakedly on his toilet.
	The strange-strange girl began once more manipulating his cock.  But he had to pee.  Mandy knew that.  She firstly sucked it, fondled his hairy man balls, then directed his cock to her chest and waited.
	She didn’t have to wait long and a strong steady stream of pee began to spew forth splashing onto her chest.  Kaska was more baffled than ever.  He peed and peed and peed and when done peeing—the strange-strange girl sucked his cock once more.
	And from sucking to fucking—again!
	Once clean up was done in the bathroom the two returned to the office whereupon Mandy lay up against the desk presenting her ass for Kaska’s perusal.  And he did peruse!  And from perusing to touching!  Lots of touching.  His hands virtually danced all over the girl’s bum, he squeezed it and fondled, groped, fingered, and once more touched her asshole.

	Mandy spread her cheeks and seemed to “invite” her horny stern Principal.  It took a little doing but his cock was thriving—thriving!  It ached-ached!  But it thrived with a dutiful hardness.  It still took a little doing to make penetration to the girl’s asshole, though.
	The man had a dire determination—and while he determined himself, Mandy noted the family photo on the floor.  A woman, two girls a little younger than herself, a boy a little older than she, and then a teenage girl.  For some reason, Mandy just stared at the photo all the while she was sodomized.

The Bitches (of Earlimart Elementary)
	Schoolyard politics reigned supreme at Earlimart Elementary (as they did on most school campuses.)  Tia Malden, Tricia Boltmeir, and Nancy Juarez made up a collective known as The Bitches.  They had a small entourage of minor wanna-be bitches, too; but they were inconsequential to the main story line.  It was the Trio who came into the limelight—more than once.
	Just weeks before the end of school and the beginning of Summer break and the subtle rep of Mandy V came to light.  From the lips of the Bitches slight unrestrained rumors began to fill the hallways of Earlimart Elementary.  And not only from the lips of the students but teacher’s, too.  This gave cause for worry for a one Principal David Kaska.
	“I’ve been hearing things--”
	“Yeah, I know.” said a disgruntled Mandy slinging her book bag onto the vinyl chair in his office.  She made for his bathroom while a confused in-a-spot Kaska stumbled within himself trying to figure out what to do.  
	Stepping up to the bathroom door and peering in there was the rumored girl on his toilet doing her business, pants and panties off on the floor.  There was no denying his hard-on; just about everyday since that first day in his office, Mandy V came to his office during lunch for a little hanky and a whole lot of panky.
	“How-how many boys have you taken down to the backstop?” he asked curiously.
	Mandy tooted, sighed, then thought—
	“Uhm, four—five, boys maybe.”
	Kaska was shocked and mildly surprised.  The girl was ten—TEN years old, almost eleven, and sexually—very sexually active.  It was unconscionable to almost inconceivable.
	“Four to five?” then, “Of this school?”

	Mandy smiled and completed her business then began washing her hands, standing at the sink stark naked.  True, Kaska had a boner; true he wanted to bone her; true, he wanted to bone her—but he had some reservations.  ‘Four to five boys?’  that was just the ones from THIS school.  There was an inclination of thought that there were probably (more than likely) other boys, more boys, from other schools.
	High school?  Did the strange oh-so naughty girl have sexual relations with high school boys?  And what about “other men?”  Mandy readily took on his cock; did she, too, take on other manly cock?
	That, of course, dredged up thoughts of STDs.
	David Kaska was a professional.  An instructor, commanding a small school; a family man; a well respected man of the community; a professional man who in no way should be having “relations” with a student.
	But he couldn’t help it—he couldn’t help himself.  There was something about the strange oh-so horny girl that drew him into her—literally!  She was pretty, she was naughty, she was willing.  The strange girl satiated his carnal lust—and how!  The main thing was—she was willing.
	The consequences plagued him, though; she should become angry with him she could easily rat him out.  She could come up pregnant.  Someone might get wise and become nosey.  She just might have some lame disease and in his screwing of his good wife transmit said disease.  And that would be bad.
	While he thought of those annoying thoughts—Mandy had worked out of his brown slacks his cock and was sucking the life out of it!  She was good.  His wife didn’t suck him and getting blown was almost as good as the actual fucking.  And Mandy V had talent!  
	After the blowjob the girl rinsed her mouth out then made for his desk.  Kaska was just in awe—he was a man, more than enough to be her Father, a professional, her PRINCIPAL!  And yet she waltzed all over him!  Sitting on his desk she fingered her young pussy and once more he was drawn to her.
	Since the initial initiation days earlier the two had met in his office for the hanky and panky—six times!  Six!  Not five—not seven—but SIX TIMES!  She sucked him, fondled his balls, and pranced about completely nude.  Kaska fucked her little pussy, humped on it, fingered her pussy to his delight, rubbed on her ass, SPANKED her ass, and fucked the spanked ass.
	It was a mind blower.  It was incredible.  It wasn’t like him and he knew—he knew that what he was doing was wrong—more than wrong.  But the vixen had him and there was nothing he could do about it.

	Standing at the bus stop arena in front of the school on the day she wasn’t at the high school chatting with a friend—Mandy heard voices.  No, not the ones in her head, but voices in the background.  ‘slut’ ‘whore’ and other assorted sordid words were picked up; along with statements to the affect ‘bet she’s fucked every boy on campus.’
	Was there something wrong with that?
	There were only a small handful of boys Mandy wouldn’t want sex with; they were visually unacceptable or kind of on the heavy side with a smaller handful of boys deemed too geeky and weird to frolic with.  But for the most part, the general populace of Earlimart students would suit Mandy just fine.  A gangbang!  
	The taunting continued and began to rile the usually calm and docile Mandy V.  Another gouge came at the expense of a one Sierra Cheyenne.  Sierra was new to the school and had yet to make any friends; she kept to herself and wasn’t sociable.  It wasn’t that she was stuck up or anything; but she had personal problems that she would rather not let be known.
	Unfortunately, the Bitches knew and were happy to share the information making Sierra Cheyenne more uncomfortable than she already was.  The Bitches wouldn’t quit and slowly had gotten the small growing crowd up to a near unruly mass mentality.
	“I bet she sucks ‘em off from pre-school to high school!” said Bitch Tricia.
	“Probably humps the football team!” quipped Bitch Nancy.
	“I wouldn’t doubt she sucks off horses!” (and what’s wrong with horses?)  The Bitches kept up their taunt but somehow their target managed to shrug off the bad mouthing.
	Then,
	“Bet HER Mom sucks ‘em all off at Facility!” snapped senior Bitch, Tia, directing her snide remark at Sierra.  Sierra was shocked at such a remark and too stunned to snap back a snappy come back.
	“She’s going to be just like her (Mom), a SLUT and a druggie-thief!”
	BAM!  She never saw it coming.  Bitch Tia Malden went down like a barrel of bricks.  “What the fuck!?” she said shaking her head finding herself in an unnatural position—on her ass.
	Mandy VanderBAM stood with clenched fists.  “Get up, bitch!”
	Bitch Tia did stand, not too well (and not for long.)  Mandy sent a punch straight to the girl’s chin sending her back to the hard cement sidewalk.  

	As the bad mouthing Bitch Tia stood again and Mandy V stood ready to pop her another one someone in the crowd yelled “TEACHERS!”  that wasn’t good.
	Tricia and Nancy faded into the crowd; Tia stood wobbly with some rage—mostly to the pain to her face, butt, and the fat lip.  “You fucking cocksucking whore!” yelled the precious eleven year old.
	“TIA MALDEN!” yelled Mrs. Erica Bowipe.  Three other teachers came out thru the throng of students, including Vice Principal Carol Hargrove and Principal Kaska.
	“OFFICE!” yelled Kaska.
	“Yeah-yeah, I know, I know.” Bitched Mandy and she sloughed her way to the familiar room.  The VP took Tia to her own office.

	“This is serious.” Principal Kaska stated factly.  He was nervous and at quite the quandary—he was in a spot escalated due to his unique relationship with the offending girl.
	Mandy sighed and sat in the vinyl seat, hands folded, staring at the floor.  
	“I have to do this,” Kaska said being nervous, upset, confounded all one—
	“I know—I know.” Mandy said disgruntled still.  She stood and sloughed her way angry with her self (and The Bitches) to come around the desk whereupon she was already in the process of taking her pants down.
	“No-no, please, no—stop.”
	Mandy was surprised, ‘what up?’
	Kaska stood and tapped nervously a pencil on the desk.
	“Too many people know,” he said, “I-I cant let this slide.”
	Mandy stood twisting a lip, thinking deeply, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
	“I-I have to call your parents.”
	“Oh shit.” blurted Mandy.  That was gonna suck and suck bad.
	“Do you have to?” she almost whined.
	“Yes-yes I do, I-I’m sorry.”
	“Well sonofabitch!” Mandy said and returned to her seat and plopped down very disgruntled.
	Kaska made the call.

*

Surprises (and other reasons to cum)
	Surprisingly, no spanking—not from her parents.  Just a scolding.  Mandy’s Mom was a little uptight but her Dad was rather proud of her for sticking up for herself (although he was not clued in on the particulars (the catcalling from The Bitches labeling his daughter as a schoolyard ‘ho.))
	The “fight” resulted in, of course, a suspension.
	“One week.” Kaska said to both Mandy and her parents.  And upon return to school the following week—detention for a week.  One hour after regular school, plus an essay on some subject about fighting and responsibility bla bla bla.
	While waiting for her parents to come, Mandy smiled and had apparently regained some of her composure and returned to her stance at the desk.  Kaska had sat back down in his seat.  The face of Mandy was different, she had calmed and returned to that sweet face he loved (he loved to cum on!)  She undone her pants and pushed them down to her ankles along with her panties.  There was no time to stop her (like he wanted to!) and he had an instant erection.  He was getting more action with her than he was with his own wife!
	“I think I need a spanking.” Mandy declared.
	Kaska was too taken to respond—other than lay a hand to the girl’s ass as she lay across his knees.  That ass was something—really something!  How many times had he laid a hand to her ass?  How many times had his cock went stuffingly up her cornhole?  How many times had he been in her pussy?  How many times had he cum in her pussy, asshole, and mouth?  
	His mind to fraught with confusion disabled his ability to count the times.  A week’s worth?  Two weeks?  As his hand made small circles about the vixen’s bum he curiously wondered.  A professional man, a principal, a husband, father, pillar of the community.  He was well respected, a Christian even!  In no way whatsoever was he supposed to have relations with a student-especially a ten year old!
	Moments later and his bare hand was smacking Mandy’s bare behind.
	Moments later and his cock was slapping her ass then fucking it.
	They had barely recovered from their tryst when Mandy’s parents arrived.
	Next door…