August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 49
The Agony and the Ecstasy

Things that suck:
Your mom
Your last ciggy and a friend wants to bum it
You owe money to your checking account
You owe money to your mom
You find a great parking spot at the mall on Christmas Eve (but your car wont fit)
Getting an unexpected check accompanied by an unexpected bill
Looking in the mirror and seeing a booger hanging not knowing how long it’s been there…
Sitting in something wet
Farting in an elevator and there’s only two of you
Trying to sleep counting sheep—one sheep, two sheep, cow, pig, goat, hey Macarena!
Your twelve year old daughter while camping

	Life would never be the same again.  How could it?  With his lovely twelve year old daughter sucking his dick—life would never (ever) be the same again.  She wasn’t a pro (not yet) but she was pretty good.
	The day couldn’t get any better…then, maybe it could!  After suck-suck-sucking Marsha sat back smacking her lips.  She was grinning so big!  With her dress off she was quite pretty.  She stood up and embraced her daddy and daddy embraced her—patting her bare backside with special attention to her bare ass.
	She had sucked his cock!  Robert was amazed.  He hugged Marsha all the more; then,
	“You know what, daddy?”
	“What?”
	“I want to give you a birthday spank!”
	Say what?
	“Say what?”
	“Oh!” she gushed “I-I meant—you to me—you give ME a birthday spank.”
	But it’s not your birthday…
	Marsha, blushing big, positioned herself at her daddy’s knees.
	Robert looked around—saw no one—then proceeded to help his naked daughter across his lap—for his birthday spank.
	SWAT!  the first swat was meek.
	Robert copped a feel, though; he didn’t know how far it would lead but he had a suspicion.  Another swat—which jolted the naked nymph across his lap.  Marsha flailed her arms and legs, twisted a bit—
	“You ok?” Robert asked, “Do you want me to stop?”
	Marsha shook her head, “No, I can take it.”
	SWAT!  (take that!) Robert landed a more deliberate swat and seeing his daughter wiggle and tense more took his fingers to gouging her crack; touching her pooter hole than touching her vagina.  Marsha spread her legs and Robert—fingered-fingered-fingered!
	Standing up (rubbing her ass) “You can do more, daddy, if you want.”
	Robert wanted—to do more.  Holding Marsha’s hands,
	“I want to do more (and how!) but it can get out of hand.”
	Marsha gulped, shrugged, “I know.”
	Try-try-try as he might Robert couldn’t keep his eyes from his daughter’s nakedness.  He tried-tried-tried to keep a lock on her pretty face but the eyes drifted dropping down to ogle her slowly developing breasts and then locking on that sweet-sweet cunny.
	Marsha clenched that sweet-sweet cunny, “It’s alright, daddy—I-I want to, I-I want you to.  For your birthday.”
	Robert wasn’t quite sure what she was hinting at.  He needed clarity.
	Marsha pulled her daddy—with his cock still exposed and hard—to the nearby picnic table.  There she hoisted herself up onto the table, laid down, spread her legs…
	The clarity was clear.
	Robert looked around again—then again.  His cock led the way brushing nicely against the “willing” girl’s poon.  He had to wonder if Greg had done similar.  Another look around and a pesky thought of “it would be better (and more secure) if we were in the tent.”
	His cock, though, disrupted his more secure intentions and entered into that wondrous crevice he should not enter—ever!  Part way in—then out to hump the gash then back in for an almost full penetration.  The sensation was too great to pass up and ignore—especially with his beautiful daughter begging him; cooing—
	“It’s ok, daddy, I want you to, it’s your birthday!”
	So Robert slid his manhood into her crevice and began to pump.
	There was a lot of that going around—

*

	Not far away—but far away enough, Greg and family came upon…
	What is it about picnic tables?  It was Greg’s mom, Flora, who saw the “action” on the remote camping picnic table.  A man in his 60s was putting it to a girl in her teens.  Early teens.  Both were nude; the man had a thick head of gray hair and was somewhat muscular and well-tanned.  The girl, about thirteenish, had long reddish hair, nice bouncing titties, and clung to the rustic table as she was boned.
	It was assumed the man was her grandpa.
	What was more notable was Greg not hiding the fact that he was “aroused” and gouging the heel of his hand to his “arousal.”  Evelynn’s mouth hung open wide, eyes wider.  Suzanne wasn’t too interested; she peeked like the others then watched some ants carrying a leaf along a trail.
	The grandpa pumped steadily—so did Greg.  On the sly the horny teen slipped out his cock and began wanking.  His sister Evelynn was to one side while his mother was on the other—both knew of his actions.
	At length and the grandpa got his nut.  Both he and his granddaughter made some satisfying noises.  The girl heaved, the man ho’d.  Pulling out and the old man slapped his cock against the girl’s cunny.  The girl wriggled some, tweaked her nipples then sat up.  The grandpa flopped his cock (that was still hard) and the girl feasted her eyes on it.  Then hopping off of the table she got on the ground on her knees and took the man’s cock into her mouth!  She did!  Straight out of her cunny!
	“Wow!” said Greg.
	The others were speechless.

More speeches for less
	Must be something in the air
	A little ways from the naughty grandpa and Greg was in a bad way; he paused to have some privacy while he wanked away; but…
	“Greg, I know what you’re doing.”
	‘So do I.’ then,
	“You don’t have to hide if you don’t want to.”
	‘What?’  huh…
	Turning around and there was his mother, and grinning sister Evelynn trying to catch a glimpse of his shenanigans.  Littlest sister, Suzanne, wasn’t too interest but DID glance at her brother’s boner action.  She giggled and announced,
	“Look mommy, it’s just like daddy’s!”
	‘WHAT!?’
	It looked as if though his mom wanted to say something, to explain.  But the explanation sorta/kinda got lost in translation.  She looked like she was more horrified at her young daughter’s admission than anything else.  So she offered a “haha” looked and let’s move on.
	So Greg stood fully exposing his teenhood.
	Evelynn was all a-blush while Suzanne was all a-giddy.
	Mother Flora was just embarrassed.
	Greg stroked his johnson and had no idea where this was leading.  His mind was bogged down with many-many questions that also got lost in translation.  What was going on with his family and why-why wasn’t he involved?  It was confounding—was Marsha in on the family escapades?  What exactly was his sisters doing?  And his mom was ok with whatever they were doing?  And his dad—his dad couldn’t clue him in on the shenanigans?
	A little miffed at being left out he decided to “move on”.
	It was Evelynn who made the first move—and that was to take holt of his dick and stroke it.  She blushed, giggled, farted, and held her mouth open in awe.  Flora took that precise moment to goad her daughter edging her to Greg’s hot throbbing schlong.  Giggling, still blushing, Evelynn engulfed her brother’s cock and slid her mouth all the way down.
	Greg’s mind was officially blown.
	Holy hot shit!
	He thought surely (if Marsha was indeed in on the family activities) that SHE would have said something (while she herself was sucking him off earlier.)  Evelynn went up and down—UP and DOWN—UP then DOWN.  Then, while that was going on, Flora undressed Suzanne.  She did!
 	As much as he liked seeing Marsha naked—there was something about seeing little Suzanne naked, too.  It was way perverted Greg knew.  But as his ten year old sister sucked-sucked-sucked him he grew more and more enthused seeing his six year old sister naked.  He nearly blew his load when his mom tugged down the child’s panties.  He moaned as the girl was laid down on her clothes and her legs were spread (by their mother.)
	Cum did spew as his mother, too, began undressing.
	Evelynn gagged as her young mouth was filled with goo.
	“Ewewe!  Yucky!” she exclaimed spitting out the milky white stuff.
	Greg was well relieved, still confused, and was apologetic—but silently.
	Flora slipped off Evelynn’s top and the girl slipped off her walking shorts then panties herself.  Flora herself was naked.  Naked.  Naked.  … naked.
	Greg was floored.
	This wasn’t happening.
	This—this was a dream.  Yeah, that was it—a dream.
	Well, fuck it!  If it a dream then it was a sweet dream and who was he to fuck that up!  His mom—naked!  Naked—naked—naked.  She laid out on her clothes, too, legs spread.  Greg’s mind was officially blown.  Fingering her mommy pussy she beckoned her son “come here”.
	Since it was a dream—who was he to deny that?  He had always admired his mom; she wasn’t “hot” but she was trim, hip, pretty face, shapely not-out-shape body and most of all…naked!
	With naked Suzanne on one side fingering her pussy and naked Evelynn on the other side doing same, thirteen year old Greg mounted his mother and graciously entered her sex.  The fuck was on.  He didn’t go down on her, didn’t glide his cock up and down her pussy; no foreplay.  Just stick it in and fuck.
	The fuck was amazing.  Amazing!  He shuddered and for a fleeting moment tried to compare the fuck to fucking Marsha.  There was no comparison.  Sure, he had often times drempt of shagging Marsha, spanking Marsha, seeing Marsha bob on his dong, and fuck the ever loving shit out of Marsha…but fucking his mom?
	No comparison.
	He shuddered and clenched all over as juts of his jiz exploded from his cock.
	Flora’s titties—they had jiggled with the nipples hard and very erect.
	After cumming, Greg fingered Suzanne.  She was too young to fuck—wasn’t she?  Catching his mom’s eye he turned to his other sister—she was just as young (ten—but almost eleven!)  He could fuck her—couldn’t he?  Pulling out he sat back and flopped his very satisfied cock.
	Greg’s mind continued to be blown as suddenly Evelynn sat up and moved onto her mother—moved ONTO HER MOTHER settling on her face!  WHAT THE EFF!?  The not-so-timid girl then came down to play with Greg’s cock all slathered in his cum and mother’s cum (he didn’t know about mother’s being able to cum) and worked his cock (like a pro), fondled his balls, then re-sucked the cock that had just previously creamed off into her mouth (ewewewe!)
	Greg was good to go.  His cock rocketed into his sister’s mouth and his blown mind conjured up incredible orgy images.  What about his dad?  Hmmm  he didn’t know.  It was confusing and distracting.  He fucked Evelynn’s mouth and then was beckoned to “come around” and check out Evelynn’s ass.
	  Flora took holt of her son’s eager cock gliding it up and down her daughter’s ass crack, hole, and cunny.  Greg was all for it.  His cock was incredibly hard and was guided expertly into the young girl’s cunt.  Little Suzanne was sitting up right beside them watching with mouth open, incredible blue eyes blazing, fingering herself.
	Not being an expert, Greg fucked his sister not knowing if she were a virgin.  And when he had cum a gusher he sat back watching in awe as his mother weirded him out—she licked the ooze from Evelynn’s young bald (but cummy) cunt.
Meanwhile—
	Daddy dearest
	His cock loved ever loving minute; Marsha obliged him in every possible conceivable way—and he reveled in it.  After schlepping his salami into her not-quite teenage cunt they held one another in a passionate embrace followed by earnest kissing (la Frenching) followed by Marsha seriously loving on Robert’s schlong.
	Robert was in full glory.
	Embarrassed, young Marsha giggled-blushed; she truly adored her father and engaging in immoral/incestuous acts was just a step furthering their loving relationship.
	After kissing the cock—that sucked his cock—more lovemaking followed.  Mostly caressing, heavy petting, fondling, fingering, and a couple of bare ass swats.  Robert’s cock had never been so hard!  All over his daughter’s loving face he humped, dragged his balls across her grinning face, then plunged himself into her mouth to complete the skull fucking.
	They couldn’t get enough.  They embraced, hugged in much earnest, and seemed to try to meld their bodies into one.  Never had love been so grand!  For Marsha—it was her first time.  For Robert—not so much.  There was that secretary, the boss’ almost teenage daughter, the boss’ wife, that gal in the ticket booth for the subway, and…oh yeah, his own wife.
	Afterwards, they lay in lust.  Naked.  On the picnic table.

*

Ozzie, EMADs, and the Agents of the Agency had anything to do with the following
	Horses are huge!  Some weigh up to 1,000lbs!
	Horses fart—usually at the inappropriate time
	Horses love carrots, apples, not so much oranges
	Horses were “shoes”
	Horses are cool
	And horses come in various sizes; small (pony) large (standard) mammoth (Clydesdale)
	The horsey in this story is a pony.
	In a park two young girls were giddy (as most young girls are).  They were waiting for their friend to show (he was late) as well as waiting for Mr. Argeleo and his trick pony, a pinto type pony, who could “dance.”  

	Mr. Argeleo arrived with his pony and several kids got to feed him, including Bonnie and Nicole.  Then they got to ride him around the park for a few minutes and THEN got to see him do a neat little dance.  It was the neatest thing!
	And the girls’ friend, Benny…missed it.  He arrived five minutes after Mr. Argeleo and his pony left the park.  All week prior and Benny had been telling everyone all he knew about horses; what they eat, their bits and bridles, saddles, shoes, how big they get—everything.  And he missed it.
	“BOY!” he said running up to the girls, “I guess I’m early!”
	The girls hated to tell him he was “not early.”
	“I had to help my mom with some stuff at home—but I made it.”
	The girls looked to one another.
	“I cant wait!” said an exuberant Benny.  The kinda handsome (in a boyish way) ten year old was way excited and went on about how he was got to ask Mr. Argeleo if he could ride him.
	“I even brought some carrots from home to feed him!”
	The girls pursed their lips,
	“Uh, Benny,” said Bonnie, 
	“Yeah?” the boy looked around noting the absence of people.
	“Mr. Argeleo’s already been here.”
	“WHAT!?” Benny was floored.
	“Yeah,” said Nicole, “he’s been here and—”
	“You mean—you mean I missed it?”
	The girls nodded.
	“Did—did you get to ride him?” Benny asked holding back some burgeoning tears.
	“Yeah, we fed him, too.”
	Benny was speechless; mouth agape he turned from the girls struggling to keep from bursting into emotioins.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” he exclaimed.
	The girls felt bad and walked up to him, one girl to each side.
	Benny wasn’t having any of that friend-bullshit and slung his shoulders walking away to the wooden lodgepole fence that surrounded the park.
	“Fuck!” he said aloud.  He did begin to cry and the girls felt awful.
	“We should do something for him.” Bonnie said.
	“How about a blowjob?” Nicole suggested.
	Bonnie was shocked.  “Nicole!” ‘how could you suggest such a thing!’
	“You’ve done it,” Nicole shot back, “you said—your cousin and his friend.’
	Bonnie nodded—the cousin was one thing but his pesky friend who caught them in the act was another.  Save that story for another time.

	Nicole reminded her friend, “I’ve sucked my brothers (four of them) and my cousin and Jody Weeks.”  Jody Weeks was a classmate and she sucked him in the underpass before school—on a dare.
	The girls knew that their friend was sobbing and his shirking them off was a defensive measure.  He was hurting.  And the only thing to help a guy who’s hurting…
	Once more the girls came up to Benny’s side.
	“I think we know something we can do to help you.” said Nicole.
	“What?” said Benny choking back tears and emotions, “You got a horse in your pocket?” he was upset and didn’t want anyone to know.
	“No,” Nicole chortled, “but YOU do!”
	Benny didn’t get it.  “Whattya mean?  I don’t have a horse!”
	“Depends on its size.” giggled the black girl.
	Benny gave her “what the fuck?” stare.
	“Your ding dong,” Bonnie said chiming in, “that thing that makes you a boy.”
	Benny STILL didn’t get it—he sort of did but needed a little more clarity.
	“Uh, you guys talking about … ”
	“Yep!” giggled-blushed Nicole.
	“Your dick!” supplied Bonnie.
	Now that he knew what they were talking about—what were they talking about?
	“We can make you feel better.” Nicole said trying to be serious.
	“How?”
	The girls looked around; there were some people in the park—too close.
	“This way.” Nicole said taking Benny’s hand.
	Thru the fence to a trail; along the trail to a big rock (that resembled a giant lizard!) and to a (hopefully) secluded spot by a creek.
	“What are you guys going to do?” to me…
	After looking around (for security’s sake) Nicole slipped off her pink stripped short sleeved top.  She was ten but had beginner’s titties.  She wore no bra, though.  Bright yellow panties she had, too!  Her short jean short were slipped down followed by her panties.
	Benny’s young eyes were bewildered conveying in mass quantities “WHAT THE FU—!?”
	Embarrassed, Bonnie, too, stripped down to her basic white/pink panties.
	“Holy shit!” blurted Benny.
	The girls blushed and giggled.
	“Wait, there’s more!” Nicole said blushing more and more.  The girl who had long silky black hair with some rainbow braids here and there—and over there, DROPPED TO HER KNEES and UNZIPPED Benny’s brown corduroys.
	The boy was stunned—and let her do it.
	Bonnie got to her knees and watched in equal stunnage as Nicole tugged down Benny’s pants.  The girl looked to Bonnie conveying “your turn.”
	Bonnie tugged down Benny’s tidy-whiteys and there he was—naked.
	As soon as Nicole cupped his hairless ball sac—swing!  His cock instantly became hard.  The boy was way stunned.
	But wait!  There’s more!
	Straightaway and Nicole “went down” on Benny’s cock.
	Bonnie was – 
	Nicole sucked Benny.
	Benny was –
	Slurping, smacking her lips, grinning ear to ear, the unabashed girl with creamy chocolate skin held nothing back and sucked-sucked-sucked.  Both Benny and Bonnie were stunned beyond belief.  Sure, Bonnie HAD sucked her cousin AND his pesky best friend but this was different.  Benny was her friend and it was just different.
	Suck-suck-slurp-slurp-smack—mmmm! Satisfying!
	Benny was still stunned if not flabbergasted.
	“Damn!” was about all he could muster.
	Sitting back, grinning, blushing, Nicole “offered” Benny’s slobbered on schlong to Bonnie.  Bonnie wasn’t overly enthused but closing her eyes she engulfed Benny’s cock sucking it wholly, shaking her pretty head like a dog does to a toy…then…THEN she suckled his hairless nuggets, too!
	Meanwhile, Nicole slipped off her panties, laid herself out on her clothes, and spread her legs.  Never-ever before had Benjamin Waxoff seen a naked girl.  Well, he had seen wee little lassies two and three years old.  But Nicole wasn’t “two or three” years old.
	After Bonnie had slobbered all she could on Benny’s dick,
	“Come on,” Nicole said, “you can fuck me if you want.”
	Benny was stunned into oblivion.  He had just the barest notion of what “fuck me” meant.  His MOM had given him “the talk”—just the basic version without a lot of detail.  He had to fill in the blanks himself—and his imagination of mommies and daddies engaging in intimacy left a lot—a hell of a lot—to be desired.
	But Benny was a bright boy and seeing Nicole laying there naked, legs spread, fingering the place where she peed from—the dots were connecting.

	“It’s not in.” quipped Nicole almost giggling.
	Benny was no pro—not even close.  He wasn’t even at the masturbating stage yet.  He barely was at the stage of recognizing girls as more than someone to talk to and hang out with.  Laying on the naked Nicole and Benny mostly just grinded against her bald cunny.  He had no idea what he was doing (or supposed to do.)
	“You have to put it in.” said Nicole.
	Benny was embarrassed that he knew more about horses than sex!
	Nicole slipped her hand down between their bodies, took holt of his schlong and guided the slicked up member into her sex.  It was still awkward going but the boy managed to get into the girl’s cunny and soon the fuck was on.
	Of course Benny’s dick slipped out a couple of times but still…
	After a few minutes and Benny pulled out to sit back and marvel at what he had done.  Nicole giggled, blushed, and fingered her pussy while looking to Bonnie who still was in her panties.
	“Your turn!” she said.
	Bonnie—less-less enthused relented.  Nicole had not only sucked her brothers but gotten fucked, too.  So she said.  Bonnie claimed to have let her cousin fuck her—but it hadn’t actually happened.  The boy and his best friend tried but Bonnie wasn’t ready—so they had to be content with the blowjobs.
	Bonnie shucked her panties then laid out on her clothes.  She was nervous (but also curious about how it would feel to have a cock in her pussy.)  Like Benny, her mom had also given her the talk—but there was more detail with a picture book and more detailed details.
	Nicole sat up (still fingering her sex) and watched as Benny’s dick entered Bonnie’s cunt.  That part Nicole hadn’t seen—the actually penetration.  Watching the act in progress kind of got her excited and she fingered herself a little more—and when Benny withdrew from Bonnie she was ready for Round Two!
	Afterwards and the kids dressed and returned to the park.  From there they went to their homes; at Nicole’s and with the parental units out of the house for one reason or another the two brothers who were there easily talked their sister into a little gangbang.  Benny was embarrassed again for that day as his mom caught him naked on his bed jerking off.  She turned him over on his bed and spanked him—bare handed shouting “don’t ever let me catch you doing that again!”
	What a day!
	For Bonnie…well, mom was at work and dad was home.  But Bonnie didn’t know dad was home.  Her pussy was kind of…on fire.  So, into her room she went and like Benny, got naked and got on her bed and got after it.  finger-finger-finger!
	And in walks dad.
	Turn to page 394…
	Bonnie was right in the apex of feeling good.
	She bolted straight up in a dire panic.
	Dad stood there staring at his naked daughter “in the midst of fingering” herself and for a moment—nothing.  Then,
	“Turn over.”
	Oh shit.
	Stifling a bout of crying the usually good girl nervously turned over.
	Dad walked over and paused a moment to “gawk” at his naked daughter’s ass.  Then he sat down and smacked the girl’s lily white ass with not so much force but with some might—enough smack to get the point across.
	Bonnie clenched tightly all over but didn’t cry out—not until the third smack.  Dad paused in smacking his daughter’s ass to smooth his hand over his daughter’s ass.  Then smacking lightly her inner thighs he had her spread her legs.  Another smack came then more smoothing of the now burning ass.
	Then he probed her asshole.
	Bonnie gulped and was speechless.
	Then he probed her pussy.
	Then he hauled out his cock (unknown to Bonnie) and “got busy” with it.
	Another smack, more probing (of asshole and pussy) and he turned his daughter over.  The ten year old was upset, sniveling, confused, frightened.  Dad slid off the bed going to his knees positioning his face between her legs.  Close scrutiny convinced him that she might not be all that virginal.
	So he asked.  Bonnie wasn’t known to be a liar.  She wasn’t much into mischief, either; she didn’t back talk, didn’t get bad grades, didn’t cuss.  She did, however, leave the house without telling anyone, leave her room sometimes cluttered, push homework off until the very last moment, was a fussy eater, and so on.
	“Are you a virgin?”
	Bonnie lay nakedly on her bed, heaving, sobbing, naked.
	Dad sat on his knees eyeing his daughter’s cunt—squeezing his hot cock.
	“Y-yes…” then, “no.”
	Dad moved in with his nose almost to the bald pussy before him.
	Then he licked it.
	Bonnie was stunned, gulped, swallowed hard, and had strange-strange feelings tingling her pussy.  Dad engulfed her bald cunny and drove his tongue wickedly within sending very unique feelings teeming thru out her young body.
	“OOOOOH!” she squealed, “DADDY!  OOOOOH!  THAT—FEELS—GOOD!”
	Dad knew it would.
	Slipping fingers into the girl’s quim and Daddy Kittchen brought his young daughter to something close to an orgasm.  He sucked her cunny, shoved a finger into her asshole and she shuddered.  The girl was speechless.  Dad licked, lapped, nipped the sensitive “lips” then moved up to glide his cock against her.
	No way was he going to penetrate her, though.  That was stepping over the line.  But he did glide his cock against her until ejaculating.  Bonnie, though, was still revved up.  So dad fingered her until she had her own orgasmic experience.
	Then they cuddled, kissed, Frenched, and Bonnie “handled” her daddy’s cock.  It was way bigger than Benny’s.  Way.
	“Wanna do this some more?” Dad asked.
	Bonnie, still speechless, nodded Yes.
	“Then don’t tell mom!”
	Bonnie grinned and nodded.
	Dad then went down on his daughter again…then Bonnie went down on him!

*

With friends like these…
	The hot pastrami sandwhich (loaded) oozing with cheese; wasn’t interested.
	The two teenage girls swishing their asses along the sidewalk; not interested.
	The text message:  return to base  something for you  important; interested.
	Ozzie cruised his way to the Agency house wondering haphazardly what was waiting for him.  For months he had been with the Agency (in good standing).  There was a good rapport with the Agents and aside from the shenanigans with the Fallen Dragon—all was good.  He didn’t think he was in trouble but you never know.
	An Agent (Rocky) was waiting for him when he pulled in.  That wasn’t a good sign.  Venger, head of the Agency, was a hard one to get to be “buddy-buddy” with; there wasn’t much of a rapport there.  The Virus was so-so; Onion, Chuckles, and the huge behemoth Rocky were cool and he associated well with them.  Rocky said nothing as Ozzie got out of ’55.  The day was nice; warm but not sweltering; the tallest buildings of the nearby City could be seen; a plane dragging a sign thru the air circled the skies above saying “David Shumway is a cheater!”
	“This way.” Rocky said in a serious voice.
	‘I AM in trouble.’ He could just sense it.
	With a heavy sigh and a thought of could he outrun Rocky—or a bullet crossed his mind.  Rocky opened the backdoor of the Agency house to the kitchen.
	A man was sitting at the table.  A stranger Ozzie hadn’t seen.
	Well, a man he hadn’t seen since he was little.
	Their eyes met; the man had cold dark eyes; a little sad, older, glazed.
	Ozzie’s was cold dark, too, but slowly there was a change.
	“Dad?” Ozzie quizzed.
	The man nodded slowly, “Son.” He was many years older—and it showed.
	“Where the hell you been?” Ozzie said showing a little anger.
	The Agents, Onion and Rocky backed out of the kitchen closing a door.
	“I’m sorry, son, I-I—”
	“You fuckin’ walked out on us!” the anger was building.
	“I know, son, things then between me and your mother—”
	“She has to work THREE jobs—she never had time for me!”
	The man now in his 60s nodded, closed his hands and wrung his hands.
	“I never got to play football because of you!  I never got to play little league!”
	The man was silent and looked almost emotional.
	“I had to play pussy soccer!”
	“I had to learn to drive on my own!”
	The anger had reached a pinnacle whereupon Ozzie didn’t storm out of the kitchen but made a more or less dramatic exit.  Agents Onion and Rocky were in the living room reading newspapers.  Ozzie went down the hall to an office where Agent Chuckles sat at a desk working on a computer.
	“What’s up?” he asked smiling.
	“Hey, I just wondering if I can use your piece for a moment?”
	“You going to pop somebody?” he chuckled.
	“Nah, I’ve been thinking about what was said in the meeting about me being armed for emergencies.”
	Chuckles carried a .44 Magnum AND a .38 attached to his ankle.
	The man wasn’t apt to just “hand over” his piece to just anyone; even a fellow Agent—that just wasn’t done.
	“I just want to practice at the range.” The Agency had an underground bunker with a firing range.
	Chuckles opened a safe retrieving a thirty-eight special.
	“Try this to start.”
	Ozzie took the offering; he really wanted the .44; Chuckles had the weapon equipped with “special” hollow point bullets that shred-shred-shredded their way upon impact.  But the .38 would do for a beginner.
	“I’ll meet you there,” Chuckles said, “give me a couple minutes to finish up here and we’ll get started.” 
	Ozzie smiled and retreated down the hall—and into the kitchen.
	The man still at the table looked up as his son entered.  He said nothing as the young man he had abandoned so long ago walked in pointing the .38 at him.
	“Fuck you, asshole,” Ozzie said, “I don’t fuckin’ need you in my fuckin’ life after all!” and pulled the trigger.

*
Unfriendly persuasion
	The spree
	For a while, a long while, he stared blankly out to the open desert.
	His mind was blank.
	Far away, across the desert, a mountain he didn’t know the name of had a bit of snow whereas there was a depiction of a deer rearing up.  It really did!  It was remarkable and noteworthy of taking a camera shot.  Ozzie didn’t have a camera—but he did have a pretty girl in the back of the standard issue Agency 1955 panel truck.
	Light brown hair in a long swishy ponytail; flat chested (but there were beginner’s mounds), incredible blue eyes, dainty girlie earrings, and when she smiled she pulled in her lower lip exposing her upper front teeth in a sort of embarrassing manner.  It was cute.
	She wore dark blue jeans with purple enhancements; pockets and knees.
	A loose fitting green top completed her attire.
	She was also ten years young.
	Ozzie didn’t care; ten, twelve, eight, other.  A girl was a girl for him to enjoy.  Morals?  Never heard of him.  The girl’s mind was as blank as his own.  With the girl’s shoes of blue/green/purple pulled off and her purple/green socks, Ozzie undone the girl’s jeans and tugged them down.
	Lavender panties greeted him.
	There was quite a mess in the Agency kitchen; luckily the bullet didn’t go thru the man’s head to explode his brains out the back onto the expensive refrigerator behind him.  The man slumped onto the nice breakfast table and then fell to a heap on the floor.
	Agents Onion, Chuckles, and Rocky raced into the kitchen.
	Ozzie looked to Chuckles saying “Here ya go,” handing over the .38, “I think I got the hang of it.” only this—and nothing more!
	A bit of uneasiness there was among the Agents.  They watched the newcomer—he was a loose cannon and therefore dangerous.  A liability.
	At the door the young man turned, “I’d like to go for a drive.”
	Rocky plucked a key off the key rack by the pantry door tossing it to Ozzie.
	Ozzie nodded, “Thanks!” smiled, and walked out to where #4 truck was parked.
	“Any weapons in that one?” Onion asked.
	“No,” said Chuckles, “except a .45 under the driver’s seat.”
	“A Glock in the glovebox.”
	“A .44 behind the passenger seat.”
	Onion rolled his eyes.
	“Want us to follow him?”
	“Who’s in the field?”
	“Clavis, Rose, Soda Boy and Nikkie.” Chuckles supplied.
	“Hiroyuki, Famke, Jizzum, Willie and Wong.” Supplied Rocky.
	Onion sighed, “Contact them, put the word out, keep him in sight.  No killing spree.”
	The Agents nodded.
	Ozzie was designated a liability.  Unreliable; unstable, psychotic.
	Onion didn’t like worrying about the Agents; he had enough, a commander in the Agency, he responsibilities of the inhabitants, the household as a whole, the vehicles, and the whereabouts of the Agents.  Worrying about the mental stability of an Agent wasn’t to his liking.
	‘What if he causes trouble?’ he asked himself.
	‘Should I report this to Virus?’
	‘Should this be reported to Venger?’
	Humph!  Onion had no inclination (willingly) to spill the spew about Ozzie.  He liked his balls right where they dangled!  Virus might just shoot his knee caps off; Venger—Venger would rip his balls off (and give them to the Fallen Dragon to play with!)
	If Ozzie should go on a killing spree…it was cause for concern.

	But Agent Onion needn’t be so concerned; Ozzie wasn’t apt to go off on the public—just the younger set.  With Julee Toebarn’s lavender panties off—he sniffed the crotch, checked for “stains” then eyed the girl’s hairless poon.  The girl stared up to the button tuck vinyl ceiling—mindless.  Ozzie went down on the girl tasting just the hint of pee.  Slathering his tongue all over the smooth hairless pussy he slipped off his own clothing.
	A slight awareness was allowed—Ozzie disliked “zombie” minds.  He preferred his cargo to be a little more “lively.”  His mouth easily engulfed the whole of the girl’s cunt.  A daring finger entered her equally virginal asshole—the girl gushed and clenched at the invasion.
	More invasion was to cum.
	Positioning himself up on the young girl, Ozzie glided his cock up and down the girl’s slit.  Her mouth was open (you know—every time you yawn a ghost sticks his dick in yer mouth?  It’s true!)
	Soon a gusher of cum was spewing onto Julee’s cunny; Ozzie glided his cock in the spillage and with the member still hard he pushed his way in.  Julee gushed and made a hauting sound.  Ozzie entered her virginity, destroyed the thin membrane within, then proceeded with the task of deflowering her and bringing her into the world of “fucked.”
	Again and his mind blanked settling solely on the task of fucking.
	With his cock aching and sperm all but depleted the young Ozzie released himself from the girl and lay off to one side heaving, sighing, sweating.  How many years had it been—had it been since his father had walked out?  His mom never spoke of the man from that day.  All the little leaguers had THEIR fathers at their games; the fathers at the basketball games shouted encouragements to their little players.  Every player on the football team had a dad along the sidelines cheering them on.
	Except for Ozzie.
	He learned to drive a car on his own—after he stole it.
	He learned to fuck a girl—after he got her drunk enough.
	He tried to stay awake for when his mom got home from working and had a couple of hours to herself before the next job.  Sometimes—sometimes she would come to his room and lean against the door and he would lay there—awake.  He wouldn’t move—he would say anything.  He didn’t know why.
	A dad would have made things easier.
	Fuck dad.
	Fuck dad right in the head—with a bullet!
	Fuck dad.
	Yeah—fuck dad.

Katey
	Katey was a little chubby; not fat, not rotund, not overweight.  Chubby; chubby cheeks mainly.  She had a trim body, flat chest, great ass.  And a smile!  OMG did she ever have this delightful smile.  And accompanied with those incredible green eyes—Ozzie was smitten.
	While the previous girl had dark blue jeans (with purple accents), ten year old Katey had orange pants!  Orange socks, an orange cotton top (no bra) and once the orange pants were tugged down—orange panties!  Ozzie was delighted.  He sniffed the crotch of the girl’s underwear then positioned himself between her legs gliding his cock up and down her virgin slit.  She was—naïve (about sex.)  He saw her earlier gushing as she stared at a pair of dogs who had hooked up.  The scene embarrassed her.  Golden brown hair that was full of life and straight to her shoulders.  Chubby cheeks!  Green eyes!  And a naïve sense of mind made her a selectable for Ozzie.
	Straddling her chest he humped thereon bringing her head to his pulsing cummy cock.  Into her mouth he went—not all the way.  Not yet.  All over her sweet chubby face he humped, though; going into her mouth, up along her nose, trying to fuck her nose, then back into her mouth before going back down to her cunny and sliding himself into her.
	Like Julee, she made a gasping-gushing sound as she was breeched.
	Ozzie smoothed his hands up and down her naked body.  His cock surged within her; his mind blanked and there was nothing but fucking.  A little loving on the girl there was; though, kissing on her nipples, her mouth, her neck.  His cock creamed within her once—then a brief rest before humping again.  When he felt the stirrings of another orgasm he withdrew, lifted her legs, and jammed himself into her very virgin shit hole.
	Morals?  See page 394.

Angela
	Ah Angela!  Part Mexican, the girl with shiny black hair had remarkable appeal.  Eyes of brown, a sweet smile, creamy skin, small but delightful butt, it was a cinch she was a virgin and not likely to even be fingering herself.
	She didn’t have a tight butt but that was ok.  Ozzie marveled at her and garnered a nice hard-on so she was a selectable.  She wore print pants, blue with a flowery girlie top.  No bra—she was nay but ten years young.  See a trend here?
	Basic white panties.  After the undies were removed Ozzie sat back and looked her over.  Fondling himself and gazed upon the girl before laying his prick upon her bald pussy.  Fascinated with her nakedness, her purity, he grinded against her sex instead of entering.  She was taller than most girls her age, this allowed him to fondle her ass, squeeze her ass, and love on her for several minutes.
	Then he entered her and fucked her brains out.

Hanna
	With a bit of hair braided going across the top of her forehead; blazing blue eyes, incredibly white teeth, a nice smile, dimples, twelve year old Hanna Bojamma intrigued Ozzie.  Turquoise was her color choice; pants, socks, shirt, watch, earrings.  She was a horsey girl; loved horses, rode horses, spoke horse…
	Hearing her fart while in line at a movie theater concession stand intrigued the rogue horndog all the more.  She was horribly embarrassed; she was with friends and none of them heard—only the guy behind her (Ozzie.)  She was petrified.  The theatre was crammed with weekend movie goers; there was lots and lots of noise—but the single sound of a gaseous explosion from her butt was heard.
	Although Ozzie’s movie choice that evening was different than that of Hanna’s, Ozzie switch theaters and managed to get a seat directly behind the farting girl.  He wanted to hear her rip one again!  She didn’t but that was ok.
	After the movie and during the chaos of going to the restroom and merging thru the throng of people letting out of their various movies—Hanna’s friends never saw her again.
	Her cowboy boots had turquoise accents; dark turquoise socks she wore, too.
	The turquoise jeans were “tight”.  Ozzie took his time slipping them off.
	Hanna herself was a little aware of what was happening but the kicked up model of the EMAD put her in a mindset that was controllable.  Ozzie sat back eyeing the girl clad in her off-pink panties.  She was twelve, not ten.  She had a decent set of breasts and Ozzie laid himself right on her grinding his cock against her pussy essentially humping her with her with her panties still on.  After working her southwestern cowgirl shirt off he found her wearing a light blue bra.
	The girl’s breasts were nice, small, but nice and palm sized.  Ozzie delighted in the smallish mounds, he suckled them, nipped the nipples, and grinded all the harder against her poon.
	Hanna moaned, frowned, made furrows on her forehead as she struggled to understand what was happening to her.  Like Katey, Hanna had chubby cheeks.  A slim body, a nice-nice body; a great tight ass, beginner’s mounds, and just a delightful girl all around.
	Ozzie tugged her panties down with his teeth.  Then parted her legs and eyed her as she lay on the single bed inside the panel truck’s cargo area.  The a/c was on; which was good ‘cause it was a blazing 105 outside.  Ozzie’s favorite place to take his acquired “cargo” was out to the desert which was east of the City some miles.  A lone road that meandered out into the depths of the desert up to some rustic hills where a great water pipeline was located was the primary spot to park and check his cargo.
	Unlike Julee and Katey, Hanna had some hair on her poon.  A light covering of hair that made Ozzie smile.  The girl had brown hair and just delighted Ozzie all over.  He went down on her and was doubly delighted.  He spent more time eating out her pussy than he did fucking it!  The girl’s cunny slicked up quickly; there was just the slightest hint of pee.  Her nearby funk hole was clean and so far unstained.  Ozzie licked and fingered both pussy and asshole before sliding up sliding his manhood into her sex and getting busy with the program.
	Minutes later and after the juices had flowed ten-fold Ozzie rested; laying on the hapless Hanna he kissed on her, fondled her breasts, fingered her cummy cunt, reinvigorated himself, then plunged his fuck stick into her asshole.

	“He just released his fourth one.”
	Onion checked his watch; 2AM.  Ozzie was timely.
	“Is he going back to the town or City?”
	“North, to Crestwood.” Desert city.
	Field Agents Clavis and Rose were on Follow Ozzie detail.  He was proving to be an interesting character.  More was to come.

And then everything went black
	A 20yr old bus with questionable breaks, engine, transmission, warning lights that flickered on the dashboard, and a curious “burning” smell that was either wiring or gas related.  25 junior high students; 24 7th graders and one 8th grader.  One teacher, age 35; and one student teacher/helper, high school junior Amanda Huginkess.  A trek out to the desert to view/visit an old abandoned school.
	What possibly could go wrong!?

Books I’ve written (but not read)
	Quest for the Golden Dildo
	What Lies Beneath (the bed) (shhh, it’s Uncle Fred!)
	Goldielocks Eaten by the Three Bears (and she lived happily ever after!)
	Elevator Fart Stories
	Marinated Breasts
	The Humping Robot Sings!

	The mechanic at the bus barn said the questionable bus was ok for driving—short trips, in town.  A trek to the desert?  45 miles away?  Hmmm  The two-way radio in the bus—didn’t work.  There was no a/c (but the heater worked!)  The brakes worked—if you started braking half a block away.  The gas gauge—didn’t work but the mechanic filled the tank so …
	It was a questionable bus with questionable abilities.
	But the students were eager for adventure.
	They were not prepared for the adventure that was waiting for them.
	A security guard that was supposed to be there to accompany the bold adventurers—didn’t show.  He went to the wrong school.  Time was against them; they couldn’t wait for the tardy guard so they boldly ventured in order to get to the destination and then get back in the same day.
	Equipped with cell phones and tenacity, the group left the school a little after 8AM (the security guard arrived at 8:20).  The bus was already on the freeway and cruising along with traffic when the call came in “I’m here!”  
	“That’s a good place for you!” replied the teacher, Ms. Watten.
	The ten mile jaunt up the not-so-steep-but-an-incline-anyways wasn’t impossible for the old van but it was a sluggish endeavor just the same.  She should have turned around then and took her students to the outdoor museum instead.
	She didn’t listen and trudged onward.
	The trek across the desert to the destination was a bit slow for the old van, too.  She should have halted at the small desert town in between to reconsider and ponder options.
	She didn’t listen and trudged onward.
	The flickering red light on the dash and the “odd” sound from the engine bay had her concerned; a strange smell similar to that of “burnt wiring” had her on edge; the van conking out “right at the destination” soothed her.  They had made it; the consequences of getting back home…well, there were the cell phones to call for help—right?
	Wrong.
	No cell towers for miles.
	No signals were getting out—period.
	Well fuck me!
	Funny you should say that.
	Pushing the problems with the van away one-track minded Ms. Bonnie Watten proceeded to show the students the old abandoned school house that once was home to miners’ children, American Indians, and…that was about it.  Constructed in the mid 1880s “just after the unCivil War up into the mid 1950s.”
	Half the students were impressed, others were mildly amused.  The trek was a way to get away from home, chores, parents, annoying siblings.  Had those particular students knew of the heat, the long drive, no cell phone coverage, they would have opted for staying at home—with the chores, parents, and annoying siblings.  But!  They would have had cell phone to play their games, sexting, chatting, sexting, gaming, and … sexting.
	Inside the abandoned school house constructed of a mix of stone, wood, tin, adobe mud, and whatever else would make a wall, the air was stale but cooler than outside.  It was just before noon; there wouldn’t be much time for screwing around before Ms. Watten would have to finger out how they were going to get back home.
	Then,
	One by one—by one by one by one—by one by one by one—by sixteen more watched as Ms. Watten, thirty-five, five-eight, slim build, 32C, auburn hair in lots and lots of curls—stood at the surprisingly sturdy oaken desk and began undressing.  Too mystified were the gathered stunned students to recognize the peril they were in.  If they had, they would have had a small chance of doing something while the EMAD Possessor enabled the electronic module.
	There were so many minds to capture the EMAD had to take precious miniscule seconds in acquisition.  (even if a student realized what was happening he/she still wouldn’t have much chance of escaping.  Where was he/she to go?
	“Jesus!” said someone (a boy)
	“Fuck!” said some other boy.
	“Oh my God!” uttered a girl.
	“What the fuck!?” uttered most the students.
	The rest were stunned.
	Ms. Watten wasn’t a “hottie” but once naked…
	The boys checked her lovely 32s, then her hoochie.
	The girls were focused on the total woman as a whole.
	Ms. Watten seemed visibly stirred.  Not frightened but a combo of concerned “what the fu—”  She exhibited Italian features—without the accent.  Her coochie was neatly trimmed and didn’t show signs of being overly fucked on a regular basis.  A tat of a colorful unicorn rearing up, snorting fire was on the right side of her cunt.  
	The woman scooted herself onto the dusty desk and stared semi blankly out beyond the gathered students.  The girl students seemed to be petrified.  The boy students—“is this real?” “is this a dream?” “are we going to get ice cream?”
	 Sixteen year old high schooler Tiffany Ohioiowa was the first to notice the boy students—undressing.  Cocking her head she watched as boy after boy slipped off his shirt, shoes, socks, pants, and tidy-whiteys.
	“Oh my God!” she breathed.  She had yet to realize that they were all under the influence of an electronic device.  She was in awe.  Once a boy had stripped off his clothes he was at the ready of masturbating.  His eyes were focused on Ms. Watten.
	Zack Addamswell, a strapping lad who was tall, funky blond hair, all-around sports player (and good at it, too!)  He was very likable, friendly, and had an impressive cock.  The boy’s cock stood out a nominal noteworthy six inches if not seven.  It was fully erect, fully hard, ready to fuck.
	‘have…you…fucked… …. … a girl?’
	Ozzie flubbed on the usage of the EMAD.  It was new to him “it will link to you mind, just let it ride,” school Agent Rocky, “the Device and you will become one.’ Easier said than done.
	Zack’s answer?  Yes.  A cousin, she was twelve and a girl from another class.  Other than that—his hand.  Had he carnal thoughts regarding his teacher, Ms. Watten?  Yeah—that was a given.  And there was an 8th grade English teacher he wanted to bang and bang hard.
	But Ms. Watten would do.
	After introducing his tongue to her twat, Zack A introduced his cock to her twat.  The woman shuddered, gripped the desk’s edge, and practically had an orgasm right off!  She let out a moan and relaxed.  Strangely, Ozzie failed to garner any pertinent information from her!
	Zack fucked Ms. Watten a full five minutes! before cumming.
	When he pulled out; he panted, was in a daze, then in a dizzying daze as he saw girl after girl undressing.  The girls seemed petrified—the boys?  not so much.
	No one was wise to the mystical-magical (electronical).
	No one knew that they were under the influence of an EMAD.
	High schooler tagalong, Tiffany Ohioiowa, regretted tagging along.  She was writing a paper on local history and the abandoned schoolhouse was a part of that history.  Sliding her panties down she stood buck naked—along with everyone else.  And although petrified, confused, panicky, she could do nothing but follow the commands being issued in her mind.
	‘get on your knees.’
	Everyone watched as the tall slender girl with long-long super long sleek jet black hair got on her knees before Zack.  Zack stood stroking his cum shooting schlong that was still spitting spunk.  Then everyone watched in awed trepidation as the sleek Chinese girl took holt of the boy’s cock and then pressed her lips to it.
	She made a face.
	‘have you…sucked a cock…before?’
	Yes—yes she had.  A boyfriend.
	She wasn’t a virgin, either.  Same boyfriend.  But only once—for both.
	Gagging, retching, Tiffany engulfed the cock wholly and sucked-sucked-sucked it until Zackary Addamswell unleashed another load of ball juice.  Tiffany was unable to keep herself from retching horribly.
	A girl in the class, Ten Michigan, smirked “amateur.”
	The next boy, Wayne Boneswell, stepped up to the teacher—but before he slipped his schlong into her orifice, naked Amelia Sho (Korean) got on HER knees and while masturbating Zack—sucked Wayne!  It was intense.  It was awesome!
	Once Wayne’s dong was well slobbered on—and luckily (thankfully?) for Amelia, he didn’t cum—he stuffed himself into Ms. Watten and fucked-fucked-fucked her.  He unleashed a torrent of cum.  A torrent!  Wayne Boneswell was a virgin!  And when he had cum all he could cum and pulled out—Tiffany was there to suck-suck-gag-choke-suck his cock essentially draining him.
	Yancy Tucknroll waltzed up nextly; he had flaming red hair and a body full of freckles.  He was lily white and his cock was of nominal size.  Zack went around the desk plopping his cock into Ms. Watten’s mouth.  Wayne went around to Ms. Watten’s head and got his balls fondled.  Ms. Watten serviced both boys and got a nice load of fresh spunk in (and on) her face for her efforts.
	Yancy stood staring at the naked gorgeous Betty Loowah.  She was of Chinese origin and according to Yancy, a dynamite knockout!  Shoulder length dark hair, eyes black as coal, and some sort of peculiar allure about her.  The thirteen year old was smitten by her—but privately.  Was he a virgin?  No, he had put his tool into a cousin—girl cousin.  Pussy only.  Other than that he fucked his bed, pillow, and hand.
	Betty Loowah was a virgin.  She wasn’t even into fingering herself yet.
	Betty Loowah, though, was not naïve.  Although thirteen, she was aware of sex acts and positions.  Sucking cock was appalling to the girl but resistance was futile.  She sucked Yancy and was thankful that he didn’t spew.  The first few pumps into Ms. Watten’s pussy, though…
	The boy stood shuddering in place as his cock did all the work.  His lily white ass tensed up and the boy went new catatonic.  When he pulled out MORE cum exploded and Tiffany sucked him clean—including his virtually hairless nads.  By then Zack and Wayne had cum all that they could and stepped away for Yancy to cum and be serviced by the drenched teacher.  Truck Mountain stepped up and was sucked on by another Chinese girl, Gretta Leihee.  She was almost fourteen and had a bit bigger breasts than other girls in her class.  She also had no fur on her muffin!  None!
	She professed to be a virgin—but—BUT she liked to be spanked!
	The spanking tingled her pussy and she liked it!
	Sucking dick was not her pleasure but she didn’t make much of a face about it.  Truck slid himself into his teacher and went mind blank.  He was a virgin; a bed humper, hand jammer, and dreamed endlessly of having sex with anyone—girl specifically speaking.  He never-ever thought he would be sinking his pud into his teacher!
	Thirteen year old Shayne Sway was up next.  He already came.  While watching Zack, Wayne, Yancy, and Truck fuck, get sucked, cum, get sucked some more, AND standing around with naked girls—he stroked off and expelled a generous portion of his liquid love.
	So Tiffany sucked-sucked-sucked him back to hardness and guided his pud into Ms. Watten’s cum drenched snatch.  The girl was sickened and despondent; most of the other girls were appalled (and sickened.)  Shayne managed to empty another load of spunk; when he withdrew—Tiffany and ANOTHER Chinese girl both sucked-sucked-sucked his dick AND ball sac.  Then the boy walked on trembling legs to Ms. Watten’s face to be serviced.
	Royce Willhamm was thirteen, too—as most of the students in the class, but he was one month away from being fourteen.  He had long dark hair, average height and weight but unfortunately despite his age—he had a shortie.  A dick that was much-much shorter regardless of Tiffany sucking it to extreme hardness.

	Regardless of all the naked girls in the class standing around—naked—Royce had a three inch dick and that was it.  Gretta sucked-sucked-sucked it along with Amelia along with Tiffany.  Then the boy was guided into position to fuck Ms. Watten and a steady stream of baby making fluid virtually exploded from his pisser.  He humped air.  Tiffany guided the cum squirter to squirt cum onto Ms. Watten’s pussy and managed to do so but a lot had splashed onto the girls and the floor.
	The boy managed to fuck—he’s first time!  When he pulled out—Tiffany, Amelia, Betty, and Gretta sucked him with Gretta receiving a generous splashing of goo.  It grossed her out.  Hardly any of the school girls were much into liking sucking schlong—let alone receiving spunk.
	Mick Eltnam was next.
	Not a virgin.
	Not overly a handsome fart but he had some dashing qualities.
	Those eyes!
	A lily white body; but he had form, a great smile, thick rich blond hair, a nice tight little butt, four months away from being a fourteen year old.  He wasn’t fucking a cousin; no girl in his school, either.  Mick was boning a neighborhood girl who was blind!
	And the girl was a wee lassie of eight!
	Shameful!
	He was taking advantage of her and easily swayed her to his wills.
	Noah Hathat, Gary Inshambles, and Mark Ayclock all had sisters.
	Noah had a sister two years older and one younger.
	Gary had an older sister in high school.
	Mark had a younger sister in elementary school.
	Noah, Gary, and Mark were fuckin’ their sisters.
	Noah was boning the older sister “once in a while”; she usually let him have his way when he was desperate, when he covered for her for a fuck up of some sort, or when she needed his allowance money.  Wasn’t too fond of “up the ass” but for an extra five she let him plow the chocolate highway.  Usually for a ten she sucked him off and let him finger her pussy until SHE got hot and horny and they banged mutually.  With the younger sister—a little finger and usually a blowjob.
	Gary and his older sister were just plain naughty; they enjoyed romping thru the house—naked—when the folks were away.  And the romping usually ended up with out and out fucking.
	Mark had an adoring young sib in a lower grade and they fooled around also when their folks were at work.  Nothing too serious; mutual fingering and sucking.  Mark had yet to penetrate his sister but he had hopes!
	All three incestuous lads emptied their splooge into Stella, Erlene, and Beth, respectively.  Then, once out of Ms. Watten’s well fucked cum laden cunt, Tiffany sucked the boys and then they marched around the desk to Ms. Watten’s face and got another blowjob.  Noah creamed off in Tiffany’s mouth—this after fucking Ms. Watten and cumming therein AND after creaming into  Stella’s mouth!  Gary and Mark only came in the teacher’s pussy.
	The next lads, Larry Lickcox and Arthur “Artie” Kinsingtun Jr. ejaculated into the girls that sucked them prior to fucking Ms. Watten.  Stella gagged and retched so hard sucking Larry that the sperm exploded out of her nose!  Ewewe!  Amelia made a big fuss about sucking dick and cried, begged, and then—suddenly—was calm and sucked Arthur’s cock and then—THEN licked the splooge spillage off of Ms. Watten’s cunt!
	When ALL the boys had fucked Ms. Watten AND gotten their willies wickedly sucked by the woman, too…
	‘sit…on…her face.’ and then lay down.
	Each girl (in turn) had to perch themselves onto Ms. Watten’s face, lay down her body, and lap the woman’s pussy while behind them, a boy would firstly get to SPANK the girl’s ass, part her cheeks and kiss/lick her asshole.  Then fuck it.
	Omg!
	Zack Addamswell paused, hesitated, slung his head as if trying to clear it, but assessed Amelia Sho’s ass, swatted it, then as per instruction parted the cheeks and applied his tongue to her hole.  He kissed, licked, lapped, and tried to shovel his tongue into the girl’s chute.  Then he inserted his cock and gave the hole a grand ole fuck!
	When he achieved orgasm five minutes later without the production of cum he was swatted HARD on his own ass by Tiffany bearing the standard yard stick.  FIVE TIMES!  The boy was ready to come apart.  C O M E not C U M  he had to go stand in a corner while the next boy and girl paired up.
	Betty Loowah wept as she positioned herself on Ms. Watten.  This was out of hand.  She was aware of how fucked up the situation was and couldn’t understand why no one was helping.  She was confused and then—then she was licked and cornholed.
	Wayne Boneswelled cornholed Betty managing to achieve a successful orgasm five minutes later.  No swatting.  His cum drizzled out of Betty’s shit hole right down onto Ms. Watten’s face.  The woman was about out of her mind.
	Yancy fucked and fucked and fucked Gretta Leihee’s shit hole but was unable to cum—so, he got swatted five times.  He yelled out OW! on the final stroke then walked on nimbly legs to Zack to weep and rub his blistered flesh.

	Truck, Shayne, and Royce—they also had their bums swatted as they had been sucked dry and couldn’t produce.  The girls they fucked, Stella, Erlene, and Beth wept uncontrollably as they were sodomized—and forced to lick their teacher’s twat.
	Mick, Noah, Gary, and Mark—they were cummers.  Gary seemed to cum the most, too!  The girls they fucked, Rita, Ten, and Fratima, all bawled, pleaded, and Fratima vomited.
	Larry and Arthur were the final boys sodomizing Gina and Kristina managed not to get their asses beaten.
	Was it over?
	No.
	School was still in session so sit down and shut up!

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Extra credit
	With their schlongs dirtied and smoldering, the boys were allowed to chill out and “rest.”  Meanwhile, the girls…
	The girls were already freaked the fuck out; standing naked together, standing naked in the midst of boys, sucking dick, watching the boys fuck their teacher, the boys fucking them (in the ass)—it was good cause to be freaked out.
	Then—
	Ozzie, not to be left out, stepped up to the way bewildered Ms. Watten slapping his cock against her pussy.  Everyone was semi oblivious to his presence and what they did see (and later remember in therapy) was he seemed to be one of the boy student—but no one could place him.
	Once more and it was Tiffany who serviced cock.
	After sucking all those dicks prior she STILL wasn’t into the deed.
	She sucked Ozzie, suckled his ball sac, then guided him into Ms. Watten’s well fucked cunt.  Ozzie preferred his poon to be a little tighter and a lot lesser cum laden.  Regardless, he filled it, fucked it, then “filled it” again.  When he pulled out he slapped his cock all over the woman’s poon then delved it into Tiffany’s mouth to finish off.
	Amelia Sho shook her head; she was already pretty distraught as it was; her mouth was icky and her asshole sore.  Her mind was frapped from all the shit she had seen so far and wasn’t going to get any better.
	‘are…you…a virgin?’
	Amelia let out a gasp.  She was already embarrassed to death; she struggled to keep the secret about her screwing the little boy she babysat for.  In her mind was the freckled faced red head boy of seven she often watched after.
	And gave him a bath.
	And bathed with him.
	And after bathing him they often lay out on the bathroom floor with the handsome seven year old Jackie atop her—grinding away against her barely teenage poon.  No, she didn’t want anyone to know that.
	She took her place on the desk while Ms. Watten lay out on the floor.
	The air was stale in the room—also mighty warm.  In distance could be heard a drone of some sort of flying air craft.  Nothing else stirred in sullen air—nothing else dared.
	Not a lot of foreplay, Ozzie fingered the naughty girl, then slapped his cock against her pussy before gliding it into her.  Regardless of seven year old “Jackie” fucking her, she was still sort semi a virgin.  Her hymen was still intact.  Was.  A not so gently shove and Amelia’s virgin status was obliterated.  Ozzie plowed the girl into oblivion leaving her virtually senseless.
	Plucking up the girl’s panties Ozzie wiped clean his cock then had Tiffany suck him cleaner.  She retched and almost—ALMOST lost it.  A generous waste of his gooey love had been emptied into the girl’s poon.  He paused a moment, had a long drink of ice cold water (from his personal cooler)—then a blast of inspiration struck him and he had the boys have cold drinks their ownselves followed by the girls.  Thereafter and a resumption of deflowering resumed.
	Betty Loowah had a horny brother; and for a bit of his allowance—or sometimes ALL of it she let him bone her.  He was a year older and constantly horny.  He usually wore a wrapper when they boned—and when he didn’t she either sucked him or took it up the ass.    Ozzie pumped Betty five minutes before unleashing his cream—then into Tiffany’s mouth for the clean-up.  Thankfully and Betty Loowah wasn’t a virgin so there was no cherry juice coating the dick.  Still, though, it was gross.  Way gross.
	Gretta Leihee WAS a virgin.
	So was Stella and Erlene.
	Beth Lipschitz was not.  By then and Ozzie was worn out and the day was getting humid.  It was then by that time that the boys had the urgent need to pee.  So they did—all over Ms. Watten.  Some of the boys thought it was funny, others thought it was horrific.  Ozzie had ALL the boys lay down.  It was a little cooler laying down—still hot and humid, though.
	Then there were the girls—they had to pee too also as well.
	 And so they did—on the boys.  On their faces.  Each girl was paired up to a boy; there were twelve girls and twelve boys so that made it simple.  Tiffany squatted over Ms. Watten and whizzed there(on).
	Quite a scene—and Ozzie hadn’t forgotten to film it!

	Rita Jo Kepernick—not a virgin.  A horny brother of a girlfriend plus the son of her dad’s best friend—he was in high school and she was “late.”  A little cause for concern so getting dicked by reasons other than inappropriate sex with those aforementioned was not such a bad thing.
	Ozzie filled her young cunny with a more than generous amount of love cream and almost fainted as Tiffany sucked him clean.  Just a couple of more girls to go.  He was on a mission.  The boys had finished draining their lizards and stood in delirium wondering what the fuck was next!  They had pissed on their teacher!  They had watched the high schooler tagalong Tiffany squat and PISS on their teacher!  They had all gotten their dicks sucked ten-fold and then—THEN BUTT FUCKED THE GIRLS!
	Plus got their asses swatted if they didn’t cum in the girls’ ass.
	Ten Michigan—nice girl, a little odd, sometimes talked to herself, had a squeaky voice, and liked to take dog dick up the ass.  Well, we all have to have a hobby now don’t we?  Her bald pussy, though, remained virginal.  Ozzie took care of that little detail then proceeded on to Fratima Knowles—not a virgin, Gina Weed—virgin, Kristina Lyabuttean—not a virgin, and lastly, Nancy Naughton—also not a virgin.
	Fratima was, though, an avid masturbator and had been recently caught doing so—by her father.  The girl was naked on her bed “gettin’ after it” with her medium sized plush bear animal.  For as many as two minutes did her father stand at the door staring—staring—staring.  He said nothing but backed out, closed the door, and never barged in on her again.  It was a little awkward for the next few days but that was all.
	Gina Weed liked to finger bang herself, too, but with her fingers and fingers only.  She had carnal thoughts but that was normal and typical.  Kristina Lyabuttean…not a virgin.  There was a young boy in her (literally) as well as the nerd boy, Arthur.  Story to follow.  Lastly, Nancy Naughton—she was a virgin but she liked to be naughty just the same—regarding getting naked with a friend—a girlfriend (not in the current class) and spank each other.
	The day was waning heating up to its maximum.  It had come to the time whereas the class should be back on the questionable transport vehicle and returning homeward.  That wasn’t going to happen.  After another round of refreshments…
	Zack stood slapping his cock against Amelia’s pussy.  Then he fucked it.  The boy shuddered, farted, then slid into the girl’s pussy and pumped-pumped-pumped until achieving orgasm.  Once he pulled out there was Tiffany to suck him clean.  Drizzles of cum oozed out of Amelia’s pussy.  Afterwards and Ozzie paused in his doings considering the next course.

	It could have been each boy fuck Amelia.  Then, after Amelia the next girl in line and then each boy fuck her and so on until the last girl had been dicked by every boy.  That would be very time consuming and draining.  Ozzie had other plans not involving the class.  But he kept the thought alive just the same.
	After Zack (and Amelia) it was Wayne boning Betty.
	Yancy screwed Gretta; Truck fucked Stella while Shayne dicked Erlene.
	Royce enjoyed Beth as Mick melted in Rita.  Noah humped Ten while Fratima got boned by Gary.  Mark humped Gina and the nerd sunk his nerdish nerd dick into Kristina.
	Zack and Amelia; Wayne and Betty; Yancy and Gretta;  Truck and Stella; Shayne and Erlene; Royce and Beth; Mick and Rita Jo; Noah and Ten; Gary and Fratima; Mark and Gina; Larry and Nancy; and Arthur the Nerd and Kristina.
	
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Evening classes 7PM—9PM
	The Phallus Explorer—instructor Peter Pumpkin
	Spots on the Wall—instructor Hoo Flung Doo
	Sex, Rugs, Salt and Coal; a course comprising of sex, slavery, money taught 	by various instructors
	The Lucifer Effect: Understanding How Good People Turn Evil: This course examines a question that many people ask themselves–how can good people do bad things?
	The Dingleberry Effect; a class for people who feel shitty
	The Good, the Bad, and the Revolting: You might think you know what is revolting and what’s not, but this course offers to teach you what it really means to be disgusting, shameful and pitiful–among other things.
	Twenty Yards to the Outhouse--instructor Willie Makit, Betty Wont and guest speaker Andy Dint

	A strange scent wafted on the sullen desert air; a distinctive scent of wild herbs; mint, catnip, ragweed along with peculiar scents unknown.  A strange unknown “hum” could be heard (no power lines for miles and miles and miles.)  Evening type time had come to the desert valley; twinkling stars filled the inky blue sky, and the heat of the day was fading—finally!
	Ms. Watten, on her hands and knees, watched in absolute horror as boy after boy put his cock into girl after girl.  In her own ass was “someone” she supposed later on was the instigator to the horror.  The man sodomized her, spanked her, fingered her pussy, groped her titties, and “coerced” via a supposed electronic device (mind altering) her students.
	Amelia Sho had already been boned by Zack, laying on the desk, legs spread wide, she was also fucked by Wayne, Yancy, Truck, Shayne, Royce, Mick, Noah, Gary, Mark, Larry, and the nerd—Arthur.  Zack came off in her pussy as did Yancy, Shayne, and Mick.  The other boys fucked the hapless girl long and hard, five minutes—and when they were too exhausted to continue (and didn’t produce sperm) there was Tiffany with the yard stick smacking their bare asses for non-production.
	For the boys who DID cum—well, there was Ms. Watten licking the cream from the girl’s cummy cunt (all the while with the Instigator (Ozzie) still embedded up her ass.
	Then it was Betty Loowah’s turn—to be fucked by EVEY boy!
	Not one boy was able to cum in her.
	Not one boy was able to keep himself from screaming as Tiffany landed swat after swat to his tender-tender ass.  Ozzie the Instigator delved deeper into the minds of the students uncovering more secrets.  For instance:  Zack Addamswell, he liked to spy on his neighbors—specifically the teenage neighbors.  Two girls, sisters, in high school.  They liked to smoke pot, run amok naked (when parental units weren’t home) and then—THEN finger bang themselves (and each other!)  The oldest one occasionally snuck a boyfriend home and banged him, too!  AND—there’s more!  Occasionally when the parental units and older sister weren’t home—the boyfriend would come over and the young sib and boyfriend would bang-bang-bang!  It was way fun to spy!
	Amelia Sho just liked to finger herself—and was aware of live-in cousin who spied on her.  So long as the creep stayed out in the hallway that was fine.  She often got naked and laid herself out on her bed and “got after it.”
	Wayne liked to finger himself, too; but secretly he had a friend (not a best friend—just a “friend”) who played along.  Both lads were curious about sex and their curiosity carried them to the sin that was immoral by society’s standards—fondling one another, cock fighting, showering together, peeing on each other (in the shower) and only just last week they ventured into sodomy.
	For twenty bucks a week (on top of her weekly allowance) Betty Loowah allowed her dear daddy to finger her.  She also pleased him with a handjob and that often got her a bump in her allowance.
	Yancy Tucknroll; tsk tsk tsk.  Yancy had a wee little half-sister who was a darling—she liked frogs.  She liked to put frogs in her panties.  She was three years young and like to put live slimy croaking froggies…in her panties!  Yancy was there to remove said froggies from her panties.  Sometimes he would catch her in the garage or out in the backyard.  On those times he would craftily guide her behind all the shit stored in the garage or behind the garden shed if out in the backyard.  Down came the panties and the collected froggies were freed.
	So was Yancy’s schlong.
	Laying the tyke who liked froggies down he often spread her legs and jacked off onto her pussy.  Sometimes when extra horny and daring he placed his cock against her young cunny and humped-humped-humped until unleashing his brotherly love.
	Gretta liked to get into mischief; climbing rocks too big for her to climb—and trees, too, resulting in the fire department coming to her rescue.  Gretta liked to stay out past the time when the street lights came on playing roughhouse with the boys.  Gretta also liked to gamble; pitching pennies, dimes, quarters; playing dare games—racing across a train track WHEN the bloody train was approaching!
	So, result?  Gretta’s grandpa who was in charge of her welfare, spanked her.
	Thing was, though, Gretta Leihee like it.
	At ten the girl got her first swatting.  At elven the swatting came with pants down.  At twelve years young the panties came down—so did a trickle of pussy juice!  And more than once did Gretta’s grandpa catch her naked on her bed fingering herself into oblivion.  Result?  More spanking.  Those times and the grandpa spanked her pussy, too!
	No worries—she liked it!

	Truck Mountain; a noun, a mode of transport, a cowboys source of foreplay; a hill with delusions of grandeur; a thirteen year old buff boy who loved pizza, cheese, sodas, more pizza, and porn.  Oh, and little boys.  He once sighted in on three young lads with their peckers out and they were deeply engaged in the pleasures of yanking.
	Eight year old lads discovering themselves.
	Truck, a massive fellow, caught them “in the act” and coerced them into outrageous sex acts—the boys fondled him (in a masturbatory way) followed by sucking.  Then they sucked each other as they were too embarrassed to follow thru with what they started.  So Truck helped them furthering their discovery.
	Butt fucking followed thereafter.
	Stella Gong…tsk tsk tsk; her parents had divorced and she adored her father and didn’t want him to leave town as he intended.  Soooo, in order to keep him around—she gave unto him her body.  The reason for the divorce was his fascination with porn.  Of course!  Stella’s mother feared that the man she once loved would carry his abnormal obsession a little too far.  So far he was interested in “of legal age” girls engaged in orgies.
	At his apartment Stella confronted her father she adored suggesting that they could do the same thing “those girls do.”  Stella’s father was shocked and fearful—he, too, feared getting carried away with Stella and then—getting carried away!
	But Stella daringly showed her titties and dear daddy was hooked.
	‘did you…suck his…dick?’
	Yes!  They got naked, he spanked her, licked her butthole, fucked her butthole, licked out her pussy, took a shower, fucked her pussy.  End result?  Daddy wasn’t going out of town.

	Shayne walked in on his parents having sex; they in turn walked in on HIM having sex!  That paled in comparison to Erlene who walked in on HER parents with her boyfriend beside her.  Erlene’s parents were weird she already knew; they were from the 60s to begin with; they liked disco music, vinyl records, they had a VW wagon and Bug, and thought that the Vikings were a misunderstood group!
	So, there was Erlene, boyfriend, and Erlene’s parents mostly naked.
	Daddy was clad in mostly his skin but had a Zorro mask on and wearing—a leather studded choker, sleek leather hip boots, a black leather cock ring, and—AND nipple rings that were chained together with chains going down to his balls were alligator clips were attached thereon!  OH MY!
	Mommy was in a black leather outfit being crotchless and bare breasted; she had a riding crop, wore 6-inch black leather high heels, and had a shaven muffin, too.
	Erlene’s boyfriend had instant wood.
	Erlene nearly passed out.
	The boy stared from the naked daddy to the naked mommy (with a sidewise glance to Erlene.)
	The incidence wasn’t anything new, though, in the Urkraine house, Erlene often caught her parents goofing around and was semi used to their unusual antics.  But in the company of her boyfriend was a bit much.
	Royce Willhammn was fucking his aunt.  He was thirteen and a handsome turd of whom his aunt (mom’s sister) took a high interest.  She gave him money, gifts, head…
	Beth Lipschitz; she seemed like a nice girl—kind of quiet, kind of shy.  Her secret?  She had an insane father whom she lived with (as her mother had run off with his best friend).  Anyways, he liked to watch her masturbate.  He never molested her—just spanked her!  It wasn’t from bad grades, she got solid “B’s”; it wasn’t from backtalking—she seldom said word one; she was a nice girl, shy, quiet, kept to herself, got boned by a dog, could fart better than boys, could whistle better than boys, could…
	Dog?
	She also liked to masturbate little boys from the neighborhood.
	Soooo, with daddy knowing Beth’s naughty behavior, he spanked her.

	The girl would strip down, diddle herself, then sometimes lay across her daddy’s lap (naked) and be swatted until her ass was tomato red.  There, too, were times whereupon she lay naked on her bed and daddy swatted her there, too.  Sometimes—sometimes she lay on her back with her legs spread and daddy smacked her pussy!
	The last bit of her secret life was Beth often masturbated her father, too!
	But that was all—no oral, anal, nothing—just whacked him off!

	Mick Eltnam—the loner.  He had a few friends at school.  Just at school.  He lived too far away for any friends to visit.  So, with a dry river nearby, train tracks, trestle, caves, Mick spent lots of his free time exploring.  There were these two boys, however.  They lived in the depressed area by the dry river and were a couple of years younger.  Mick caught them throwing rocks at horses.  The miscreants banded together and one day…a girl on a horsey came into view.
	Tossing rocks/throwing rocks at the rumps of horseys was one thing; throwing/tossing rocks at a horsey with a rider was something else.  Sorta.  Kinda.  The horses the boys tossed rocks at earlier reared up, bucked, and generally threw a fit.  The horsey with the rider?  Did the same thing.  Result?  The rider was bucked off—she didn’t get up.
	The boys hid in the high dry river grass—they were on a sort of low island that formed in the middle of the dry river that was sometimes surrounded by water.  Sometimes.  But not this time.
	The boys one-two-three waited.
	And waited.
	And then waited some more before slowly inching their way to where the horse stood farting, pooping, and peeing.  Laying on the ground was the rider.  A girl the boys knew—Jenny Applebush.  She was in high school, a sophomore the boys thought.  Didn’t matter.  They didn’t care.
	“Is-is she dead?” one of the young lads wondered aloud.
	Mick didn’t think so.
	“HEY!” he said to the girl.  Then he hit her boot; she wore wine colored boots with turquoise jeans (tight) and a light airy summery top.  Dark brown hair in lots and lots of curls and of course, her cowboy hat (straw).  A nice girl, the boys knew of her from just being in the area.  There were two horse farms by the river and low-low income all around.  The school boys went to was 2miles away and they walked it every day, too.
	Anyways, Mick went on to shake the girl’s leg.
	Nothing.
	Little Freddy made a raspberry (fart) sound with his hands.
	Nothing.
	Elton brazenly groped her titties.  First one—then the other.
	Nothing.
	“She’s dead!” Freddy declared.
	“No, she’s still breathin’.” said Mick.
	“Why aint she movin’, then?” asked Freddy.
	“She unconscious.” supplied Mick.
	“Same thing as dead, aint it?” asked smart aleck Freddy.
	“Nah, but close!” he smiled and jiggled the girl’s thigh.
	Nothing.
	“Damn,” said Elton, “she’s pretty out of it.”
	“Yeah,” drawled Mick, then; “uh, say, you guys ever see a girl…naked?”
	Freddy had—he had two little sisters, one was just a year younger than himself (ten) and the other had just had her sixth birthday.
	Daringly and Mick unfastened Jenny’s jeans.  Then he unzipped them.
	Nothing from Jenny; her horse, Tigger, whinnied, fart, and dropped a couple more recycled oat balls but that was all.
	Holding his breath and wondering if he could run fast enough—Mick tugged down the flaps of the turquoise jeans.
	Nothing.
	A look to his sidekicks—and they were grinning nodding their heads—and Mick pulled down the girl’s pants.  Green tinted panties greeted them.  Having two sisters and Freddy seen panties before.  Elton was a cousin who lived next door in a single apartment housing complex.  He had seen the girls in their panties, too.
	After a moment of staring at the unconscious Jenny and Mick pulled off the girl’s boots.  Her pants came down—and off—nextly.  All eyes were on the girl’s face—and then down to her panties.  Mick gulped but carefully tugged down the panties revealing her naked cunny.
	Only Freddy had seen his sisters naked and had a fair idea of what girls naked looked like.  Little girls.  Jenny was no little girl.  She had fuzz on her cunny.  Mick finished taking the panties down—and then off.
	Not a word from the boys—Freddy and Elton massaged the heel of their hands to their aching ten year old boners.  Mick paused a moment; then,
	Down came Mick’s pants and underwear; his teenage cock was hard-hard-hardest.  The boys (not being gay) eyed the boy’s bone with Freddy blurting,
	“Goddamn!” Mick’s cock was sooooo big!
	No foreplay.
	No licking of the furry poon, no fingering, none of that.  The boy positioned himself between the Jenny’s legs and went after it sliding his cock into the pussy.  Whether or not it was a virgin pussy wasn’t known.  The boy slid in and immediately began to pump.
	Horse flies, oppressive impressive heat; a train going along the nearby trestle—pretty sure that the engineer couldn’t see Mick fucking the unconscious Jenny.  Pretty sure.  The nearest motorway bridge was a mile away—pretty sure the motorists thereon couldn’t see, either.  Pretty sure.
	Mick got his nut—it was WAAAAY better than his hand and/or bed.  Way.
	“Have at it.” snickered Mick.  Freddy and Elton stripped off ALL their clothes and Freddy took sloppy seconds first.  Mick sat back “admiring” Freddy fucking Jenny.  Secretly he got turned on.  Secretly.  Both Freddy and Elton got to play touchy-feely with Alma, Freddy’s eight year old sister.  Nothing with the younger-younger sister.
	Freddy got his nut—he was frapped.  He had just begun fondling himself, and having his sister do it for him but he had never cum off before.  It was fantastic!  Nothing shy of a bloodied masked man bearing an bloodied axe was going to move the boy.  Elton took his turn; he moved Jenny’s shirt up and fondled her titties…
	Then,
	Just seconds shy from getting his own nut…
	“HEY!”  a deep grumbling voice bellowed out from the high grass.
	“JUST WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!?” a huge burly man wearing a park ranger’s outfit came barreling upon the trio.
	The panicked boys grabbed up their clothes and fled.  Jenny’s horsey, frightened by the intrusion and no good and being a security animal, fled also.
	“HEY!  YOU SUMBITCHES COME BACK HERE!”
	No way.  The boys were hauling ass across the dry river sand.
	They made it to the trestle where they stashed themselves up under the bridge where the hill of the river’s bank met the train bridge.  There they huddled until dark then stole their way the long way around to get back to their homes—during that time they could see several law enforcement type people assembled at the river’s island.  The boys were petrified but none of the law enforcement types came anywhere near where they were.
	Twice and did two locomotive roar over their heads.  It was way frightening.
	Way.
	But after the huge locomotive roared over and then the mile long train it wasn’t so bad.  When darkness came they knew that they had to scoot.  At the park that was situated by the river there were a host of law enforcement cars.  The boys had to strike out on the railroad going almost two miles to their school then cut thru neighborhoods that they normally avoided during the day.  It was a harrowing experience.
	Once home the boys got chewed out and spanked for being out so late.
	No one was the wiser that they had had their way with the unfortunate Jenny.  She got alright but was unable to give investigators any useful information.  The boys shied away from that particular area of the river and went elsewhere finding more mischief.
	And THAT mischief was Mick getting to butt fuck Freddy and Elton!
	He had to pay them, of course; ten bucks each!  (Mick stole a twenty bill from his mom’s purse!)  The boys played with each other’s schlongs, no oral, and only the one time anal.  Neither Freddy or Elton butt fucked Mick.
	Then-THEN there was the day that Freddy’s sister Alma turned nine.  She had stated during their “touchy/feely” times that when she had her birthday he (Freddy) could “stick it in her.”  Upon hearing this and Mick was all about “I’d give her twenty if she’d let me “stick it in her”.”
	Done.
	Back at the train trestle and the deed was done.
	Alma also got stuck by her brother and cousin.  The young girl had already been stuck by the two horny boys so when Mick came along she was more receptive.  But Mick was a bit older and had a bit bigger dick—so there was some discomfort…and cum.  But the twenty (stolen) made the discomfort more comforting.

Rita Jo
	Rita Jo had a naughty streak about her and she usually sought out new boys at her school to streak with (sometimes literally!)  First up, beginning in the 3rd grade, she sought out Marko Ansoulabhair.  He was new.  Not overly handsome, but he was just ten years old, too!
	One day during lunch and Rita Jo persuaded (easily) out to the far-far end of the fenced in school area.  Here, squatting, wearing a mid-thigh plain skirt, Rita Jo showed the new boy her panties.  Moreover, she pulled the crotch of those panties to one side showing the new boy her bald cunny.
	Then she proceeded to pee.
	The boy was mere putty in her hands.
	Easily she got the boy to pull out his pecker.  It was of average size and hard.  He was unable to pee.  The lad was totally captivated—even more so when Rita Jo began playing with it.  Reaching into his underwear she cupped his hairless balls furthering the boy into being a mere mass of liquid.
	In the underpass (that passed under a four-lane highway) just mere minutes before school session begun—Rita Jo and her dumbfounded boy Marko ran NAKED from one end to the other.  It was a risk as there were usually late comers coming from the trailer park right across from the school.

	At an area by the dry river (same one from previous story) but different area closer to the school, Rita Jo convinced Marko to “pee” into the weir.  A bit of water filled the weir area fed from a nearby canal that was overflow.  A bridge no one was supposed to be on save workers who adjusted the weir gates crossed over the weir to the dry river’s inland bank that jutted out from the regular banks into the river itself.  Marko, totally smitten by the weird girl, pissed into the water from the weir.  In turn, she did same (but up against a cement block housing weir controls of some sort or another.  Squatting, wearing a skirt, Rita Jo pulled the crotch of her panties to one side and peed.
	The next incidence was being naughty IN the classroom!  A previous year when Rita Jo and Marko were in the 6th grade.  (and to note, from 3rd grade to 6th there were several other boys Rita Jo easily convinced to be naughty in some form but it was Marko whom she enjoyed the most.
	In the classroom and Rita Jo convinced easily Marko to take out his dick and masturbate!  They sat in the back of the class and that particular day the class had several students out sick.  Rita Jo herself sat in typical attire; short skirt with an added perk—no panties!
	The teacher of the classroom, Ms. Ragnor, caught them.  Rita Jo had hiked up her skirt fully exposing her poon fully swaying Marko.  When class was dismissed for the day, Ms. Ragnor locked the door and brought the two miscreants to her desk—and then across her knee.
	She told them they could go to the office and be dealt with there—or let her herself give discipline.  They naughty kids went for Ms. Ragnor as if at the office their principal would call for their parents and that would be bad news.  Also, their principal would use a wooden paddle and that was bad news, too.
	Marko went first, the gentleman.
	One swat to his ass that was so-so hard.
	Another swat was a little more harder.
	The third swat was the hardest—not even his Dad and Mom hit him so hard.
	Standing up trying hard to keep from crying and/blubbering, Marko caressed his ass and somewhat fumed at Rita Jo who stood just offside.  Then—
	“Take ‘em down!” said Ms. Ragnor.
	Holy shit!
	Nervously the twelve year old shucked his brown cords to stand on nimbly legs clad in his tidy-whiteys.  Ms. Ragnor tugged at his elbow taking him down across her knees again.
	SWAT!
	FUCK!
	SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
	FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
	The sting of the swats was intense.  Intense!  There was something to be said about the protection of pants.  Breathing hard and shedding tears, Marko stood up a second time.  Somehow he managed to keep from blurting out a slew of cursings.
	Then,
	“Take ‘em down!”
	Marko was stunned.
	He had never been struck with his underwear down.  His dad had been so pissed at him for bad grades that he was put across his bed with his pants down but not his underwear.  It was embarrassing to beat all.  But down came his undies and there he was—naked.
	Ms. Ragnor caressed Marko’s burning ass—and it was burning!  Then once more he laid down across the teacher’s lap and was swatted quickly four times.
	“GOD ALMIGHTY!” Marko called out.  He twisted and fussed as he was at the limit of how much his bare ass could take.  Lots of tears were being shed and he wondered casually if going to the office would have been the better option.
	Then it was Rita Jo’s turn.
	Already without panties the situation was unique.  Laying across Ms. Ragnor’s lap and the skirt was pulled up revealing the girl’s lovely-lovely ass.  The teacher caressed the girl’s ass and then—
	SWAT!
	Rita Jo tightened up.
	SWAT!  Rita Jo made some sort of noise and wiggled.
	SWAT!  More noises from Rita Jo—and more wiggling.
	By now, though, young Marko had begun to find interest in the situation.
	His ass was still burning but the pain was subsiding as he stared at Rita Jo’s ass being busted.  Ms. Ragnor noted Marko massaging his favorite organ, his eyes transfixed on the girl’s ass.
	And THEN as he was transfixed on Rita Jo’s ass and fondling himself he was asked a question:  “have you fucked her yet?”
	Marko was too confounded to really answer—just blinked his eyes and stood like a goofball.  Then he was asked a question he didn’t know:  “do you come yet?”
	Come where?  He was bad in English, “C’s” and “D’s”.  don’t ask about Math; he did better in History but don’t ask about Math…yeesh!
	As he tried to comprehend what his teacher was getting at—he found himself being fondled…by Ms. Ragnor!
	Holy shit!
	“Do you want more spanking?” she asked calmly.
	Marko shook his head almost in desperation—NO!  (not NO but HELL NO!)
	“Go to your knees.”
	One second—two seconds—five—huh?
	Slowly and did Marko Zeepol Jr. move to his knees.  He was now eye-to-eye with Rita Jo’s asshole.  Up close and way personal.
	Again and Ms. Ragnor asked “Do you want more spanking?”
	Marko shook his head and then—
	“Then kiss her hole…right there.” and she pointed/touched Rita Jo’s shitter.
	It was clean but that wasn’t the point.
	Marko gulped.
	“If you don’t kiss it—I’ll spank you some more—using this.” The yard stick kept on the chalkboard’s chalk tray.
	Holy fuck!
	Marko had a myriad of mixed emotions; sweating, heart palpitations, a boner that wouldn’t quit, a burning ass, staring eye-to-asshole of Rita Jo’s crapper, and…and did Ms. Ragnor just fondle his balls?
	Not wanting to be hit with the yard stick he put his lips (briefly) to Rita Jo’s shit hole.
	It wasn’t bad but…
	“Now, lick it!”
	Holy-you gotta be shittin’-me fuck!
	Blinking his eyes and hearing his heart beating in his ears Marko leaned in and began flicking his tongue to the girl’s asshole.
	It wasn’t bad but…
	“Now stand back up.” Ms. Ragnor said.
	Marko stood back up—his cock stood harder!
	A moment, a minute…then,
	“In her pussy or asshole?” the question was directed to Marko of course but Rita Jo answered,
	“Oh, no, Ms. Ragnor, not in my pussy—he cums!”
	Again with the coming.
	A time or two—or three—and Rita Jo had whacked/jacked Marko into a delicious orgasm.  In turn and he fingered the hell out of her pussy.  A time or two.
	Ms. Ragnor slathered up Marko’s cock with some sort of grease product (you know the one) and applied a dab to Rita Jo’s shitter.  Very little coaxing was needed in guiding Marko into placing the head of his cock where his lips had just been.  As he made anal entry Ms. Ragnor caressed AND squeezed his still burning butt cheeks.  Pumping came naturally if not instinctively.
	Three minutes later and …
	Cum!

	Rita Jo had brought Marko to cum before—but it was never—never—never like “cumming” from fucking Rita Jo’s asshole!  Pulling his schlong out of her asshole and it was indubitably “a little dirty” despite the grease.  Ms. Ragnor used a moist towlette to cleanse the boy’s dong; she smiled to him, caressed his still burning bum and said something to him but Marko was kind of out of it and whatever she said didn’t register.

Later on…
	“It feels better in my pussy.”
	Of this and Marko had no doubt.  Again, and Marko Zeepol was putty in the girl’s hand and was led out to the river and under the train trestle!  Here she got naked—so did Marko.  Here Rita Jo fondled his balls, worked his cock into a tizzy, then spread her legs.
	“Arent you afraid of me giving you baby juice?” 
	“It’s ok,” she said, “it’s taken care of.”
	Marko didn’t know—didn’t care.  He positioned himself between her legs and wow be damned!  Fucking pussy WAS better than fucking asshole.  And it wasn’t as gross, either!
	When the locomotive came roaring overhead—Marko Zeepol freaked the fuck out.  He fucked the girl hard, got his nut, then ran off.  He shied away from her from then on.  The girl was just too much for him.  Rita Jo checked him off her List—she had a List—and went on with her life…and other boys.

Noah
	Noah liked girls; they had form, they had a nice laugh, titties, ass, and always when he saw a girl passing by his eyes darted to the girl’s crotch.  However, Noah Hathat’s dad walked in on his son whilst he was naked—with his best friend who was ALSO naked.  Both boys were in the midst of “cock fighting”.
	Noah’s dad, Morton, was not overly pleased.  He did not fly into a rage but his face and actions suggested that he was “not pleased.”  Noah’s friend, Ernie, was in panic mode.  More so when Daddy Morton had the naked miscreants get up against the Noah’s bed.  Already and they were sniveling with Ernie sniveling the most.
	SWAT!  As hard as possible did Morton land the first strike to his son’s ass.
	It wasn’t the first time (did Morton’s dad spank his son’s naked ass.)
	Whether or not Ernie got bare assed smack was not known—regardless, he didn’t like it.  SWAT!  As hard as possible did Ernie receive his swat followed by another.  Noah received a second swat sending him nearly out of his skin.  Each boy got one more bare ass swat then--

	“So, you little freaking faggots,” seethed the man, “do you want more?”
	The thirteen year old boys wept, rubbed their ass and blubbered “NO.”
	Then they turned their heads to see that the man was wielding his dress belt.
	Holt hot shit!
	The boys cringed and wept openly all the more.
	Morton then unzipped the fly to his dress gray trouser and freed the trouser snaked within.  It was hard.  He gave the snake a stroke then squeezed it at the base saying,
	“Suck it.”
	Uh….wha?
	Seeing the confusion in the boys’ handsome faces,
	“Suck it or take the belt.”
	Noah was first to take his dad’s dick into his mouth.  No way did he want spanked with the belt—it was a thin black belt (and hurt like hell when it lashed his ass!) hmmm
	Morton pulled out, waggled his cock, smacked it against his son’s face, then pointed it towards Ernie.  Ernie looked ill; his ass was burning and in no way did he want to be stricken with the black leather belt—but cocksucking?
	“Just do it, dude,” said Noah, “do it and get it over with.”
	Ernie wasn’t too enthused but he did the deed; he made a lot of face of displeasure, gagged, retched, nearly vomited, but sucked-sucked-sucked the man’s cock.
	Then,
	“Turn around.”
	Oh shit!
	Heads down, asses up, the boys were butt fucked.
	While Morton sodomized his own son—Ernie sucked Noah’s cock.
	“Suck him—or take a belting!” said Morton.
	“And I’ll tell your dad (a deacon in his church) what you’ve been doing!”
	Well fuck me!
	After a raucous ass mastering of his son—it was Ernie’s turn.
	Ernie’s asshole was virginal.  But dire determination on Morton’s part took care of that.  (and while that was taking play—Noah sucked on Ernie’s bone!)
	Morton complimented the butt fucking of Ernie with a healthy load of spunk.  The boy’s hole was searing as much as the flesh of his ass.  Afterwards, and…
	“Well, now,” drawled Morton, “do each other that way and that will be it.”
	The boys hung their mouths open—what started out as a simple experimenting with each other and sort of on a dare had now turned out to be more…much more.
	“Either you fuck each other,” Morton said seriously, “or take five swats from the belt.”
	Ernie began to weep right then and there.  (wuss)
	Slowly, though, egged on by Noah’s “just do it” campaign, Ernie put his head down and ass up.  Noah checked his dad, they both had a smirky smile.  There was a wink and a head nod and Noah made anal entry into his friend’s cummy hole.
	Noah pounded his friend’s hole—pounded his friend’s hole—pound-pound-pounded his friend’s hole filling with his own spunk.  And regardless of the pounding, regardless of the cocksucking, and even regardless of the spanking—young thirteen year old Ernie had a boner.  And that boner went sailing into Noah’s shitter to deliver his own spunk release.
	Thereafter and the boys took a shower together; they peed on each other and tried ass mastering with some success and some not so much.  While drying off and Noah convinced Ernie to suck him.  In turn, Noah sucked off Ernie.  To note, Noah wasn’t grossed out by the jizz his friend exploded into his mouth.
	After Ernie left for his home Noah’s dad came back into his son’s room.
	He was naked and his cock was hard-harder-hardest.
	A little waggling and the still naked Noah went to his dad’s dick sucking it until HE came inside his mouth.
	“On the bed.” Morton told his son.
	Noah lay across his bed and was spanked bare hand to bare ass.
	His cock was rock hard against the bed.
	Morton made his way up onto his naked son and eased himself into his son’s asshole.  Another raucous fuck lasting several minutes before ejaculation.   Morton pulled out; his cock was literally smoldering—so was his son’s shitter.  The boy rolled over and there he was with a his own tremendous fuck stick boner.
	“You about ready to cum?” Morton asked of his son.
	Noah nodded that it was so.
	Morton got off his son and the bed and stood masturbating saying,
	“Cum on my balls.”
	Compliance!
	Noah masturbated strongly jerking off onto his dad’s hairy nut sac.
	Then,
	“Suck ‘em clean!”
	Noah dropped to his knees and sucked his dad’s cummy nut sac clean.
	End.

Ten
	There’s Five Finger Discount, Acquiring Commendables for Personal Gain, Pilfering, Ten Finger Discount…
	Twelve year old Ten Michigan was having a bad year; parents got divorced, moved with her mom to a new city; new school, so-so friends, birthday on hold until finances straightened out, Christmas on hold, too.  Then she got talked into, goaded into, coerced into “pilfering.”  On a dare.  Sara Stoutout, Michelle Barelyutt, Tara Knowitall were in company and “new friends.”  Ten wanted more than anything to be socially acceptable and “ten fingering” was one way to get in with the girls.
	“Just stuff it down your pants.” said Sara.
	“Yeah, they wont search you there.” Michelle added.
	“Do it right and you’re in!” quipped the black girl of the group, Tara.
	Ten had never pilfered anything and had high reservations.  But to be “in” with the girls she palmed a fifteen dollar CD, walked around the corner of the aisle and stuffed the item down her pants.  It was uncomfortable.  Nearby on the end of the counter were some dangling necklaces; skulls and lightning bolts, and shit like that.  On a dare to herself she palmed some necklaces she wouldn’t be caught dead wearing and “down her pants” they went.  She hoped that it would seal the deal.  The necklaces were more expensive than the CD!
	Then she turned and it felt like she was walking in fresh poured cement.
	Locating the exit door back into the mall she slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y made her way—and noted that her friends one-two-three were no where in sight.
	Great.
	Ten feet from the door and Ten thought she was “good to go.”
	Five feet from the door and she braced for the dash across the threshold.
	Then she noticed those pillars just before the doorway—those electronic pillars.  Her heart she could hear in her ears.  Her stomach felt woozy.  It was Do or Die.  Race across into the flooded mall or…
	“Excuse me, Miss,” said a booming, “going to pay for those cash or charge?”
	Shit.
	Cop.
	Mall cop.
	Store mall cop.
	Better yet, the chief cop for the specific store Ten was pilfering.
	Shit-shit-shit-shit-shit…

	In the Office of Chief of Security…
	Ten sweated it.  This was bad.  Ten, wearing her typical ball cap, long brown hair in a single long ponytail dangling down her back, red stripped tee shirt, not-so-tight jeans…sweated it.
	On the desk was the pilfered CD of some group/band she never heard of along with the copped jewelry.  The man behind the desk made scribblings on a notepad.  He wore black framed glasses, tall sort of she guessed—taller than herself sooo; blue uniform shirt with a blue blazer and dark blue slacks.  He was thin build sort of she guessed—he was a man of normal size.
	“Well,” drawled the man, “here’s how it is…” he removed his glasses and leaned forward.  Ten sat across from the desk sweated it big time.
	“One, I can call your folks.  Two, I can call the police.”
	Ten wasn’t for either option.  ‘I am in SOOOO much trouble!’
	“M-my folks?” she squealed.
	The man nodded flopping a pencil between his fingers and the notepad looking at the notepad as if he were looking at the contact phone number of Ten.
	(note Ten hadn’t supplied the Chief with a number)
	“Yes, your parents or the police.”
	Both were options that frightened Ten deeply.
	“If we go with the police,” he looked at his watch and then glanced to the calendar on the wall, “you’ll be downtown in juvy for the weekend being this is Friday and 4:30.”
	Shit-shit-shit-shit…
	Seeing the horrible frightened look on the girl’s face the Chief offered another option.
	“OR we can handle this between just you and me.”
	Hope?
	Ten shrugged, “Ok.” in a meek voice.
	“Come here.”
	Ten could barely stand let alone walk.  But she stood and nervously on very trembling legs made her way around the great wooden cherry wood desk.
	Lips pursed, fists clenched, asshole clenched tighter Ten’s eyes fell onto the man’s hand action—he was patting his lap.
	“Ever been spanked before?” he asked.
	Ten had to think—well, yeah; broken window, lying, fibbing, bad grade, and that baseball…she didn’t STEAL it but…it was just sort of there (for the taking) at the ballpark.  Yeah, it was in a package, for sale, at the commissary of a major league ballpark.
	Hmmm

	“Take a spanking, or we’ll call your folks and the police to come pick you up.”
	‘take a spanking…or call my folks…and the police…to come pick me up.’
	The words rang about her noggin and there was no simple solution.
	Her mom…her mom would be livid.  They already were on hot ground with the divorce and the big move.  The police?  A weekend in jail?  Juvy—juvenile hall?  Ten sighed and nodded.
	The Chief guided the girl to his side and positioned her down across his knees.  Ten braced—this was soooo not worth it!  Where were those bitches!?
	SMACK!
	‘JESUS!’ the first smack was a doosy.  So was the second one.
	The Chief rolled his hand over her pre-teen ass, squeezed a cheek, then stood her up.  It had been a couple of years since she had last gotten swatted.  Not by her dad, either—her mom.  Her dad usually just scolded her and showed disappointment.  Mom spanked.
	Then,
	“Take your pants down.”
	The words burned into her mind.
	“Wh-what?”
	“Take…your pants…down.” the man said calmly but sternly.
	With the hesitation came the man reaching for the phone.
	“OK!  OK!” Ten said almost freaking out in a panic.  She undone her dark blue jeans and pushed them down.  She wore basic blue panties, basic style.
	The Chief took her by the elbow pulling her across his knees again.
	Shit-shit-shit…
	SMACK!
	Every fiber of her being was on fire.  She clenched hard and strove harder not to let her emotions be known.
	SMACK! the emotions were known.
	The Chief caressed the girl’s ass; she was crying, arms and legs flailing, cock hard.  Oh-no…that was the Chief.
	Slipping his hand inside her panties he squeezed a burning cheek then went on to move the underwear down exposing her ass fully.
	SMACK!  it wasn’t so hard but bare hand to bare ass of which said bare ass was already on fire still smarted.
	“PLEASE!” cried Ten, “STOP!”
	The Chief smoothed his hand all over the tormented girl’s tush then stood her up.  Sternly he held her making eye-to-eye contact,
	“Listen, thief,” he said firmly, “we do it MY way—or I’ll see you sitting in jail ALL GODDAMN WEEKEND!  How’s that?”
	Not good.
	Ten bawled.
	While she bawled her shirt came off.
	So did her shoes and then her pants—followed by her panties.
	The Chief turned his seat fully facing the girl.  His cold pale blue eyes looked the hapless girl over focusing on no specific area.  Then he cupped and fondled her young developing breasts.  Ten stood blubbering caressing her intensely burning bum.
	The man’s hands went down her sides taking over caressing her intensely burning bum.  Then he drew a finger to her virgin slit.  Ten tensed up.  The Chief’s finger fingered her—fingered her—fingered her.
	More fingering and then—the Chief of Security stood up.
	The Chief of Security unzipped his dark blue trousers.
	Ten’s eyes bulged, her mouth dropped, she had never-ever seen a “cock” before—well, just her dad’s when she walked in on him stepping out of the shower.  No biggie.
	The Chief masturbated himself himself then took the petrified Ten’s hand and had HER masturbate him.  Ten’s thoughts were obliterated.  Her fingers were wrapped about the man’s penis, held there by the man’s hand.  One stroke—two strokes—four.
	“On your knees, sweetie.”
	Ten gulped.  It took a few seconds, ten of them, before the words registered.
	Slowly she shook her tomboyish head.
	“On your knees,” the Chief said in a low voice, “or you go to jail for the weekend.”
	That concept (of going to jail) didn’t sit well for her—on her knees she went.
	The cock—the cock was right there.  Right there!
	“Open your mouth.”
	Ten didn’t feel good one little bit.  Not one.
	This wasn’t happening—this…wasn’t…happening.
	Girls at school talked about sucking a guy’s dick.  Ten had no idea what that would be like and she was pretty sure for certain that she didn’t want to know.
	The cock slid into her mouth.
	To describe it—she couldn’t.
	No, wait—it was like…it was like…string cheese?
	There was pressure to the back of her head—the man’s hand.  He was pushing her head down forcing her to take in the whole cock.  It was horrid!  She felt like retching, she did gag, and her stomach began to flop and that wasn’t a good sign.

	She was naked!
	The realization was beginning to sink in—along with a man’s cock!
	It went in—and out—in—and out then it went against her face, her nose and everywhere.  His hairy ball sac went into her mouth!
	Everything was sort of a blank after that.  Her mind was numb…as still on fire, though.  Faintly she remembered seeing the ceiling tile and counting the tiny gold stars that made up the 1x1 tile.  There were fifty stars in the white field of the tile; fifty stars…wasn’t that how many US states there were?
	Her next memory was—sitting on the bus bench at the corner outside the mall.  When she got home she flopped onto her bed finding her memories all jumbled up.  Nothing made sense.  She was lucky to remember her name!
	In her jeans she found two a twenty dollar bill.
	Although it wasn’t hot out and she hadn’t been playing ball (uh…) young Ten felt the need to shower.  She felt grimy.  Her ass felt tingly—and her vagina…her vagina felt sore.
	Why had she been at the bus bench at the mall?
	Alone?
	She just couldn’t make sense of it…not until her lame friends Sara, Michelle, and Tara asked her what happened at the mall.  A flood of new memories came and she panicked running away from the girls.  She wasn’t the same for a long-long time.

Gary
	Gary, or G-man, was just a happy wanker.  And he had a lot of cause to wank; other than a soft bed and great giving pillow, G-man had a luscious teenage neighbor who liked to lay out in her backyard on a lounge semi to mostly naked.
	So did her mom.
	Carefully and did G-man sneak his peeks from inside an ivy wall that separated their properties.  Carefully and did G-man wank.  He was a virgin and desperately imagined himself fucking the mother/daughter.  Both mother/daughter were mirror images of one another; the mother was a mere 20yrs older and the quintessential “dynamite knockout.”  Her seventeen year old daughter was equally so; super curly blond hair that was high styled; incredible blue eyes, soft creamy skin, great smile, great bare breasts, great ass.  A time or two—or three, the mother/daughter would arise from their lounges (naked) giving the Happy Wanker a free shot of their bald-naked poons.
	G-man often melted inside the ivy wall.
	On the other side the neighbor there was just as good; a black teen girl lived there and she did likewise as the mother/daughter team; lounge by the pool naked.
	G-man spent many a time humping his bed, pillow, and hand.
Fratima
	Fratima…long semi styled jet black hair, black rimmed glasses, and a black daddy.  She was friendly, not to outgoing, not too good in sports, grades were so-so, and she farted—a lot.  She also weighed close to that of a sperm whale.   Sooo, she diddled herself—a lot.  She went beyond using a candle and large dill pickles; she liked to sit on the washing machine during spin cycle.  She also liked to shove the cell phone into her giant snatch (switching it on vibrate and then call herself on the land line—repeatedly.
	Electric toothbrush, screwdriver (handle), curling iron (handle), carrot, banana, cucumber, and summer squash (handle) all worked in lieu of a real dick.  Weighing in excess of 300lbs (136kg) fairly nixed getting any normal dick.
	Fratima’s black daddy was a tall slender man while her white momma couldn’t outrun a turtle.

Mark
	You ever have one of those days…where you knew it wasn’t going to get any better?  Lester Krappsity, 22yrs, was having “one of those days.”  And it wasn’t going to get any better.  The young man awoke as if coming out of one hell of a drunken-drug stupor.  Nothing made sense; he felt terrible—all over.  There was more than a headache going on; his entire body was on fire and seething with pain and much discomfort.
	Making sense of his surroundings wasn’t happening.  For one; it was dark.
	Damn dark.
	No, not really…there was a light from some unknown source focused some feet in front of him; gloom everywhere else.  A musty smell permeated the air and putridness existed therein also as well too.  Then,
	“Welcome, Lester,” said a voice, “just in time for your end.”
	What?
	Lester fidgeted but couldn’t fidget much; he was “attached” to a post, a large square basement-like wooden post.  There was a cross member timber, too, making a makeshift religious crucifixion cross.  Lester’s arms were outstretched with his palms impaled by nails from a nail gun.  Ouch!  Lester’s legs were fashioned behind the post with his feet impaled by nails (large) via the same nail gun.  Ouch! Ouch!  Then, Lester was sitting on a small wooden block ledge.  Uhm, more specifically a 1-inch diameter metal rod (with tapered bulbous tip—similar to a cock) impaled up his ass 8-inches.  OUCH!  The rod was attached to the 1by1 block attached to the post.
	Dewey Longbutter kept to the shadows of the basement watching Lester squirm in his predicament.

	“You’ve been a bad boy, Lester,” Dewey said, “time to pay up.”
	Lester was freaking.
	“It wont be all bad, Les,” said Dewey, “a little pleasure, some pain, and final payment.”
	Lester fidgeted against the post; the drugs administered to him to ease his predicament of being “nailed” were beginning to wear off.  He saw the large galvanized spike “grip” nails, 3/8, impaled into his palms.  He was naked and that parlayed into the next phase of Lester’s crucifixion treatment.
	“Don’t fret, Lester,” said Dewey remaining in the shadows of his basement, “a little pleasure for your ills.” And with that teenage girl stepped out into the centralized light.  She was about fifteen, shoulder length so-so styled dark hair, average size, serious look about her, and clothed.
	Then she started undressing.
	The girl wore a simple green top with short sleeves.
	Lester only partly watched as the pain from his impalation was beginning to come on strong.
	The girl removed her top and bra and stood having a nice set of knockers.
	Lester looked.  His confusion reigned supreme in his mind; WTF?
	Down came the teenager’s jeans.  She stepped out of them and stood up straight clad now in plain white panties.  Although the pain was great within Lester he began to focus on the teenage girl.
	Down came the panties and there she was—naked.
	Lester was all attentive—especially when the girl began fingering herself.
	Dewey stepped up closer—still in the shadows, though—and administered more pain killer via an IV Lester hadn’t noticed.  Mere seconds later and the Demerol-like drug had taken affect and Lester could care less about his dire predicament.
	The naked teenager then began to pee—standing up!
	She peed right on her piled up clothes, too!
	Lester’s cock hardened.
	The scruffy man with in serious need of a shave, and a bath, lusted heavily.  He moaned and focused solely on the naked-peeing girl.  There was a dark corner in Hell for people like Lester—Dewey was the gatekeeper.  He didn’t focus on the peeing girl but on Lester.  A vile hatred festered within the man.
	After the teenager girl had peed all she had within her she turned around…
	bent over…
	and got swatted...
	Hard.
	With a belt.

	The girl naturally clenched and screamed.  But she didn’t run or fight back.
	She endured.
	The belt lashed her ass again and she screamed even more.
	Lester’s cock was even harder!
	The belting ceased; the girl collected her wet clothing turning around, weeping, cringing, she came to Lester, got on her knees…and…AND took his cock!  The girl, sobbing and carrying on, cupped Lester’s hairy ball sac and masturbated the man causing his eyes to roll back in his head and his mouth to undulate.  He liked!  A lot!
	Stephanie then closed her eyes and had a hell of time keeping herself from gagging, retching, and throw up.  The cock entered her mouth and she sucked-sucked-sucked.
	“Time!” said Dewey and the girl stopped sucking at the 1 minute mark.
	Just in time—Stephanie turned her head and vomited.
	Afterward and the girl disappeared into the gloom.  A silence befell the dungeon.  Lester lounged against the post reeling happily in his drug induced stupor.
	“There’s a special place in Hell for people like you.” Dewey said in a low voice.  Lester rolled his head—the drug swishing thru his body was good and the hapless impaled man could care less what the voice in the gloom was saying.
	Another girl came out from the gloom and like Stephanie began undressing herself.  She seemed scared, frightened, nervous.  A pretty girl; plain, nothing distinguishable; curly blond hair, plain features, creamy white skin, embarrassed and etc.  Off came her pinkish sweater-like vest followed by her simple white blouse with ruffled fringes.  She was twelve years young and had nominal titties to gawk at—and Lester did gawk.
	Frightened out of her wits Emily gulped, sweated, and was already peeing herself before she was supposed to.  Her pretty eyes of blue focused on the naked man and unlike Lester—she knew her fate and didn’t look forward to it.
	When her simple bra was ditched to the floor she paused before undoing her off-pink pants.  She didn’t really want to undo her off-pink pants.  Shifting her eyes from Lester’s cock to Dewey she conveyed as much.
	A stern look from the man in the gloomy dark, though,  convinced the timid girl to “undo the off-pink pants” and then slide down her blue tinted panties.  Tears welled up in the girl’s eyes and she retched.
	“Did you pee?” asked Dewey.
	“A little.” wept the girl.
	“Can you do more?”

	Standing with her legs closed, her clothes at her feet, a slight trickle of pee exploded from her slightly very slighty furry cunt.  It started as a small stream and then a gusher exploded forth.  It lasted momentarily, though, but it was enough.
	Seconds elapsed before the girl slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y turned around.
	She braced for the impending.
	“Bend over.” Dewey said in a low voice.
	Emily cried and begged, “I don’t want to be spanked!” she blubbered.
	“It’s either that or…” and he didn’t complete the sentence.
	Emily blurted “NOOOOO!”
	“Then bend over.”
	“Christ Almighty!” blurted someone from the gloom; Stephanie.
	“I’ll take her place!”
	“NO!” shouted Dewey losing his control.
	“I warned you!” he shouted again, “I warned you all!”
	Then silence.
	Lester, the Crucified, languished in his world oblivious to the turmoil he had created.
	Emily bent over.
	The belt swooshed thru the air and smacked the naked girl’s ass.
	She jolted as the smack sent her reeling out of her skin.
	Like Stephanie—she screamed.
	Another smack followed and then another.
	The abuse was for Lester’s benefit—however; Lester was well into the drug surging thru his veins and only partly aware of what was going on.
	The belting phase complete the usually shy-timid girl turned around.
	Dewey adjusted the IV and looked into Lester’s eyes; they were glazed over.
	Fuck—too much happy drug had been administered and Lester was “out of it.” fuck.

	For a full five minutes did Emily stand naked, sobbing, rubbing her blistered ass, peeing, and so on.  Impaled Lester slowly began to “feel” again.  Dewey sighed saying something like “time enough.” and clicked his fingers to Emily.
	Like walking thru thick sludgy swamp water muck Emily stepped up to the naked Lester who began to feel the pains in his hands and feet.  Looking to the naked girl, though, and the scroungey animal abuser once more got cock hard.
	Emily clearly didn’t want to suck Lester’s cock—but the promise of going home, or being beaten, or drugged and then sucking off a horse, fucked by a goat, or spend the night in the manure pile pushed the girl to cup the man’s balls AND to suck-suck-vomit-suck his cock.
	What an ordeal!  (for who?)
	Five minutes passed and the impaled man on the post began to feel the 3/8 nails in his hands and feet.  He began to moan and contort oddly.
	“Are you feeling…pain, Lester?” inquired Dr. Dewey Longbutter.
	Lester moaned and continued to contort.
	Dr. Longbutter adjusted the knob on the IV drip allowing a miniscule amount of pain inhibitor into the fluid line.  One minute later and all was well once more.
	A very pretty girl of ten came into view.  Dressed in blue the black girl HAD already significantly pissed herself.  Blue plastic ribbons in her hair that had large bouncy ponytails off the side of her head.  She wore a blue dress, blue stockings; had a blue wristband for her watch—and when the dress was pulled off there was blue panties for all to see.
	The panties came down and Lester began licking his lips.
	“Do you LIKE little girls, Lester?” asked Dewey.
	Lester nodded.
	“I thought you might.” A scuzzbucket like Lester who gave less a fuck about animals was usually not right in the head about morals.
	Darla had no pee left to give so;
	“Turn around.”
	The girl instantly wailed.  “NOOOOO!” she begged.
	“Turn around or you spend the night in shit.”
	That was less appealing.
	Nothing was said from Stephanie, or the others, clenching in the gloom.
	The belt swooshed in the air smacking the ten year old.
	She let out a scream loud enough to make Helen Keller go “Huh?”
	Another swat came but then no more.  Dr. Longbutter, DVM, had some feelings.
	“Lester, would you like her to SUCK your dick?”
	Lester giggled and sort of blushed; but with Lester’s foul skin, leathery, signs of meth use, it was sort of hard to tell.
	Darla sniveled but cupped the man’s balls then proceeded to suck-suck-not vomit-suck his dick.  For one minute.
	Dr. Dewey slipped on a pair of medical gloves and cupped Lester’s balls himself—and then gave them a squeeze.  Lester squirmed.
	“Just checking, Lester,” smiled the veterinarian, “just checking.”

	After Darla came Grace.
	She was a mere five years old!
	A pretty blond haired tyke in short-short jean shorts and a bright yellow shirt with a big emblazoned duckie on the front.
	Still naked Stephanie stepped out to help undress the frightened girl.
	Once the panties of kiddie type but yellow were tugged down the child immediately began to pee.  Stephanie was tense all over and struggled to keep herself from looking to her tormentor.
	After the pee…
	“Turn her around.” said the doctor of veterinarian medicine.
	“Please,” begged Stephanie, “she just a little girl!”
	Nothing from Dewey.
	“I’ll take the belt.” whispered in exasperation the teenager.
	“That wasn’t the deal.”
	“I’ll do whatever you want,” Stephanie continued to beg and plead for Grace’s sake.
	Hmmm
	Dewey sighed and nodded.
	Grace was off the hook for being belted—however…
	“Bring her forward.” Dewey said.
	“Oh God…please, please,” continued to beg Stephanie, “don’t make her do that!”
	“Lester,” said the doctor, “would you like this little girl to SUCK your dick?”
	Lester cocked his head and stared at the naked Grace; he chuckled, shrugged his shoulder and said “What the fuck ever!”
	Stephanie was livid begging the animal doctor but Dr. Longbutter was firm; but giving (in) too.
	“Twenty-five seconds.” he said (instead the full 60.)
	And using a medical cleansing cloth Lester’s cock was cleaned of the previous slobbers.  Little Grace wept but was helped by Stephanie to suck Lester’s schlong (for 25 seconds.)
	“EWEWEWE! GROSS!” wailed the girl.
	“Lester, would you like to LICK this little girl’s pussy?”
	A few seconds of digesting that question and Lester once more shrugged saying “What the fuck ever!”
	“Hoist her up so Lester here can have his lick.”
	Stephanie’s mouth hung open.  No way.  That was almost as horrid as the sucking.
	Dewey glared hard to the hesitating girl then said simply,
	“Do as I say or take punishment.”
	Stephanie’s ass still stung from the belting.  She clenched and felt her stomach stirring.  The man had offered her (and the others) release (and a baby goat!) if they complied with his unusual demands.
	“If you DON’T do as you are told; you’ll be spanked—severely.”
	Also, for non-compliance the offender would be sodomized by either a dog, goat, or horse.  Also, the non-complier would spend the night in/on a manure pile.
	Stephanie relented and held up little Grace spreading the child’s legs so as the impaled scruffy scuzzy Lester to could lick the girl’s cunny.  He did so and it grossed out Stephanie.
	On the upside, Grace peed on Lester’s face!

	Next up out of the gloom of the doctor’s basement was not another girl (whew!) but a boy!  A twelve year old boy who once was naked had a surprising hard-on.  He was a blond haired youth, avid soccer player, sheepish about what was going on, and his name was Mark—Mark Ayclock.
	The boner was disallowing the youth from peeing.  But that was ok.  He turned around and received three HARD swats from the belt.  He screamed all three times.  When he turned around his cock was still hard.
	“Now suck him.”
	The slightly tanned white boy paled.
	Dr. Dewey cocked HIS head, “Come now, you were sucking the little boy’s dick.” The good veterinarian doctor had caught the good Mark sucking off on a little boy (still in the gloom) and had “acquired” him for his nefarious plans.
	But Lester’s cock was not that of a seven year old.
	Stephanie, standing close by still clutching Grace, stared at Mark in awe.
	Stephanie was no saint herself, though, so she ought to mind her own.
	“Very well, then,” said the doctor, “suck mine.”
	More appealing but still—a MAN cock.
	Mark was just as ashen as before.
	“Suck MY cock—suck his, or we go outside and you suck the goat.”
	Mark was close to losing it—his mind.  He felt faint, sick to his stomach, and couldn’t concentrate one little bit.  Suck a goat?  Yeesh!
	Relenting, the handsome soccer player who was leaving his sixth grade school joining the 7th grade school across town went to his knees and took Dewey’s cock into his mouth.
	Dewey held his emotions; hands on his hips, eyes closed, head tilted back, he “fucked” Mark’s mouth.
	“T-time!” Stephanie said almost shouting as well as being meek about it.

	Handing the stop watch back to the doctor the girl stared into the man’s cold dark eyes and was frozen in fear—just like when he had caught her having sex with an eight year old boy (who also came out of the gloom, undressed, and peed.)
	And like with Mark, the boy was given the “options” and when it came to decision time Stephanie once more pleaded and took Jackie’s turn on the doctor’s dong.
	And when she had sucked 1-minute she laid down on the gathered clothes that had been piled on the floor on the piss puddle.  She lay with her legs spread fingering herself.  Lester was very-very interested and hard-hard-hardest!
	“You know how to suck dick,” Dr. Longbutter said slyly to Mark, “do you know, too, how to suck a girl?”
	No, not really.  The shy boy shrugged and was schooled on the proper technique that was cunnilingus.  For some reason, the boy was shocked and timid about 	the prospect of putting his lips to a girl’s cunt!  But in lieu of being swatted with the belt and/OR sucking off one of the doctor’s pets…
	It was quite a view for Lester—seeing the naked Mark licking the teenage girl’s pussy.  Mark’s lily white ass bobbed about with his nearly bald testicles swinging away between his legs.  And after the young lad had licked Stephanie’s pussy 1-minute he moved up sliding his aching boner into the girl’s fuckable cunt.
	Although she had had sex with the 8-yr old Jackie his little dinky hadn’t breeched her cunny fortress; her hymen was still intact.  Was.  A thrust from Mark and Stephanie was no longer a virgin.
	Mark passed the one minute mark—he didn’t cum so he got the belt across his lily white pumping ass.  He screamed out—and so did Stephanie.  His fucking lacked grace, finesse, experience.  The second minute came and went and no orgasm—so he got another strike across his ass.
	That did it.
	The boy’s cock exploded a horrendous amount of pent up pre-teen spunk.
	Pulling out and MORE spunk exploded up Stephanie’s body.
	“Now slide up her body,” said the good but demented doctor, “in the mouth for clean-up.”
	Jesus!
	Mark slid up Stephanie’s sweating-heaving body and got his cock sucked by the very upset girl.  She didn’t vomit.  Mark’s balls also got a sucking clean then he turned around placing his head down onto Stephanie’s cummy cunt.  Dr. Longbutter smoothed his hand over the boy’s bright red ass and smacked it with his bare hand.  Then smacked it again—and again.
	Then,
	With his cock still out of his grey slacks he began poking his way into the boy’s virgin poop chute.
	“OH-MY-GOD!” uttered Stephanie from beneath.  She was getting an eyeful of sodomy.  Mark gritted his teeth and clung to the girl as he was sodomized.  He screamed into her cummy cunt and although he himself had butt fucked a little boy he had no idea what it was like.
	Dewey’s cum drizzled out of Mark’s well fucked hole—dripping down onto Stephanie’s face.  She retched-retched-vomited.
	The young boy Stephanie had been caught with, eight year old Jackie, was swatted hard on the ass—then again when he resoundly refused to suck the doctor’s cock.  Stephanie was still recovering from vomiting; she violently turned her head so as not to barf on Mark and emptied her stomach contents dramatically to one side.
	The young boy, Jackie, finally surrendered and sucked the doctor’s cock.
	He didn’t like it much.  He liked better fucking Stephanie.
	Young seven year old Shaun didn’t like slurping on Dewey’s dong, either.  He DID, though, suck Mark’s cock—they had been together naked playing with each other; engaging in cock fighting before slurping on each other in a playful manner of course.
	Jackie fucked Stephanie—then, like Mark, moved up to get his dick and balls sucked.  Then he turned around…laid down her body, and was spanked by the doctor bare handedly.
	And that was followed by an anal probe.  The good (but naughty) doctor firstly finger fucked the young boy who was an anal virgin.  Was.  A greasy substance was applied to the boy’s virgin rectum and he was officially butt fucked (by the good—but naughty—doctor.)
	Stephanie’s mind was just about gone.
	Mark huddled beside her; knees up, arms about his knees, sick to his stomach.  It was far-far from over.  Very far.

	Ten year old Emily wailed—and was swatted HARD on her bare ass as she lay on Stephanie for HER turn.  Legs spread, the stricken girl was licked out by Mark—then fucked.  Lester giggled as he watched and was assured by Dewey “don’t worry, Les, your turn is cumming.”
	Mark went three minutes and some seconds before cumming in Emily.
	He was stricken by the belt three times.  There was no denying how good it felt to fuck a pussy but he didn’t want to do so under the dire conditions present.
	Jackie took his turn fucking—no licking.
	Shaun took his turn fucking—no licking.
	Emily was replaced by Grace.
	Stephanie murmured a “NOOOOOO!” but it was weak.

	Mark went down on the pretty five year old; he licked one full minute to revitalize his cock—and when it was hard he entered the very virgin girl and fucked her four minutes before blowing his load.  He was, of course, swatted four times.  His ass blistered he was glad there was no more girls to fuck.  Well, no more GIRLS anyways…
	Grace was fucked by Jackie and then Shaun.
	Neither of those loads, of course, were cummers—they were swatted twice and allowed to go until they wore themselves out from pumping in earnest.  With Stephanie they each went four minutes; with Emily and Jackie pumped tenaciously for three minutes before exhausted.  

	The “show” was incredible for Lester who found himself unable to jack off.  There was precum soiling the head of his cock and there was agony for no relief.  The good doctor had a prescription for that!
	With great difficulty, some clumsiness, an almost drop, Dr. Dewey and Mark held up into position Stephanie as for Lester to fuck.  Inasmuch as she was grossed out by sucking the man’s cock she was equally ill in getting fucked by him.  He pumped in a languor as his mind wallowed in the surrealism of reality and not-so much.
	Four minute in and he came.
	The girl crawled off into the gloom to cringe.  Curling up into a fetal position she faded off to sleep.
	Emily received a healthy dose of spanking via the doctor’s bare hand as she in no way wanted to be fucked by Lester.  Crying, screaming, wriggling, she was held aloft and regardless of her tantrum—fucked by Lester.
	He didn’t cum but that wasn’t the point.
	Mark had wood.
	No need to waste that!
	“Fuck them.” Dewey told the boy—indicating Jackie and Shaun.
	“Aw man!” Mark really didn’t want to fuck the boys—well, he did but not under these adverse conditions.
	Mark sodomized the eight and seven year old several minutes—and didn’t get swatted!  Not even once!  The doctor must be slipping!  Actually, the doctor was sort of mesmerized watching Mark fuck the boys.  He sat just inside the gloom masturbating holding the naked Grace on his lap.
	When done, Mark plucked up some underwear belonging to one of the young boys and cleaned off his foul dirty cock.  Then, with a boner that wouldn’t quit he was conscripted to “jack off” onto Grace!
	Compliance!

	Stephanie’s deep sleep was disturbed by a scream—and it wasn’t her!
	Bleary eyed she strove to wake up and see what the fuck.
	What the fuck was Lester screaming—the young adult had screamed himself to that high apex where only dogs could hear.  Dr. Dewey stood before the man applying something to his balls.
	The man on the cross began to blathering; blood aplenty began to trickle from his palms and the back of his head (where he had bashed it against the non-giving wooden beam post.)
	Dr. Dewey Longbutter was applying battery acid to Lester’s balls—much like Lester had put battery acid on a German Shepherd to make him run faster.  Being a veterinarian, Dr. Longbutter took offense at the abuse and since the Law had failed in convicting Lester on a “technicality” the good but demented doctor took it upon himself to right the wrong.
	“Don’t worry, Lester,” said the doctor in all seriousness, “it’s almost over.”
	Then he put some drops of battery acid in the IV…

	“Going to need your help.” Dewey said to Mark.
	Mark nodded—‘what the fuck ever.’
	The crucifixion post was removed from the basement—with Lester Krappsity still attached.  The post was taken out a storm cellar door and to a large truck normally used to transport large farm animals.  It was dark out, mid-morning some type time and almost sunrise by the time they reached the destination the doctor drove to.
	The boy went along with the doctor; he had been allowed to dress (minus undies.)  They had a time wrestling the post-Lester-post out of the truck.  The doctor handed Mark a shovel and together with his own shit pitching shovel dug a deep enough hole.  The post was placed into the hole where it could stand up; the hole was filled in and from the man’s impaled feet to the ground level was 2-feet.
	Lester didn’t move.  He didn’t moan, scream, or even have a hard-on.
	The doctor splashed some liquid onto the man—then tossed a match onto him!
	Holy shit!
	Mark’s breath was taken away.
	Lester had not been one hundred percent dead—he let out a horrific scream (much like the animals he tortured) then screamed no more forever.
	The rays of the sun inched up more over the desert mountains.  Mark sat across the dining table at a desert town’s diner with his mind filled with the burning man.  When they returned to the doctor’s farm he was taken into the man’s bedroom and to the bathroom where he showered.  Then taken to the man’s bed where he was fucked.