August Moone
Book 3
Sidetrips
Chapter 16
Whoops, I Did It Again!

	His eyes fell on the Sheriff’s car as it hit the road running, lights and siren booking down the main road at full blast.  Chris breathed slowly, mulling over his deed, shaking his head and contemplating.  Someone had found the girl, or she had come around and freaked out.
	After cumming off into her pussy and resting a bit, he sat back on his heels and then peed on her fresh fucked cunny.  He then lay on her again, sucking on her titties, kissing her, fingering out her pussy before rolling her over.  He had fondled her super fine ass before spanking her flesh.  Parting her cheeks he had closely examined her hole before poking it with his finger, then his tongue, and lastly his cock!
	He spanked her some more after humping her hole, filling it with his juices.  It was sooooooooooo incredibly unbelievable he could hardly stand it.  He smacked her ass, humped it, then straddled her chest and forced her to suck him!
	He had left her where he had nailed her, dressed and slinked off into town.  Once there he met up with some of his friends at the local malt shoppe.  No one else paid much attention to the Sheriff’s car hauling ass out of town.  Someone, though, blurted, “Busted!” Chris had a mild case of the heebie-jeebies.
	After being annoyed by his friends Chris ditched them and found himself slinking behind the minimall stores.  He kicked some boxes and trash, peeked into some dumpsters to see if there was anything good to scavenge.  It was then he spotted a young girl, wandering around sniveling somewhat.
	Chris approached you, “You okay, you lost?”
	The young child looked up, she was a cutey, a real cutey.  Chris knelt before her and wiped away her tears.  He offered her a friendly smile and the child of under ten smiled back.
	He guided the child over to the big pile of accumulated broken down boxes and three well positioned dumpsters.  Here on his knees he hugged the girl, patting her backside and then copping a feel of her ass.  The child wore a short skirt, very short.  One of those kiddie denim things.  
	Chris looked around, gulped, licked his lips and then--slipped his hand under the short skirt and fondle-fondle-fondle!  Which only led to lower the undies, too.
	When the girl protested he pushed her down onto the slick cardboard boxes and stuffed her mouth with the horse girl’s panties.  He then locked the child’s ankles together, lifting her legs and looking at her nakedness.
	His cock was busting out of his pants.
	Holding her still he went down on her, her pussy reeked of pee.  Chris didn’t care.  He licked her young hairless cunny hard, driving his tongue into her, sucking fully on her innocent pussy, shoving his finger into her asshole and sodomizing her until he had to free his cock.
	With his cock free he pressed it against the child’s cunny and humped her.  When he began to cum he saved some to shoot onto the girl’s face, he ejaculated until he was emptied, turning the girl over and poking her very virgin hole until he was indeed fudge packing her.
	He moved on, after showering the child with some pee.

	In actuality, Chris didn’t really prefer little girls, not a whole lot of fun.  Some, but not a whole lot.  So he upgraded, just by a couple of years.  After leaving the minimall back area, hopping over a fence and cutting across some vacant land, he spotted a girl skating on a small bike path.
	She was alone.  She wore a tube top/halter/sport’s bra type thing, small busted, great ass.  She wore enticing black shorts.  Her auburn hair blew all about in the air as she hurtled along at near break-neck speeds.
	…which she nearly done as Chris suddenly bolted up out of the debris piled at the end of the vacant lot and tackled her.  His momentum, and hers, propelled them over the side of the bike path into the tall grass and weeds beyond.  There was no one else about and the timing was perfect.
	Chris used all of his weight to hold the girl down, she was a little disorientated and had bumped her head on broken concrete.  Quickly Chris wrestled with stripping off the pre-teen’s halter top.  Bare naked titties greeted him.  He mawed them, squeezed the young fleshy mounds, squeezing the nipples before moving down ripping the tight snug fitting nylon bike short down.
	She wore bright yellow nylon panties.
	Chris took them and added them to his growing collection, already he had the horse rider girl’s panties as well as the little girl from behind the mini mall.  Now he added one more.
	With the girl naked, he laid his organ against her light brown pubes, rested his body fully on her and planted his mouth onto hers.  He held her hands firmly but she was having none of that and tried bucking him.  Chris forced himself, wrestling with her, he had a little more weight on her and she was already tired out from her skating.
	It was just her adrenaline that carried her for a few intense moments, that was okay for Chris, it charged him up and he buried his cock into her pussy for a quick and decisive fuck.
	He spanked her, too.  Rolling her over, clamping her hands and wailing on her ass until it was searing; then he pushed his cock into her glory hole and fucked her until he got dizzy.  The heat from her seared ass intensified him, he diddled her cummy cunt, tweaked her nipples, and continued spanking her.
	After shooting his load and sitting back in amazement, watching as her asshole closed back to normal, pushing out his jizum, Chris moved to her face and made her suck his soiled schlong.

	By the canal that was unused and without water, choked with weeds, cluttered with city debris, Chris set his eyes upon someone else.  A boy.  A boy who was peeing on an old washing machine.  Something stirred in Chris, mostly his aching never satisfied cock.  
	Slowly he snuck up on the boy, “Hey!” he blurted out.  The boy whirled around quickly.  
	“What the hell you think you’re doing peeing out here!” Chris asked angrily.  The boy was stunned and tried to return his penis back where it belonged.
	“Bullshit!” Chris bellowed, “Too late now, yer busted.”
	The boy looked as if he were about to bolt.
	“I’m the Canal Police.”
	The boy busted looked horrified.
	“I have to take you to the Sheriff.”
	The boy in question was petrified.
	“We’ll have to call your folks, you’ll spend a night in the county jail and see the judge--”
	The boy began to cry, cringe and seriously look for a way out.
	“Well, maybe I can cut you a deal.”
	“Anything, dude, I got some birthday money!” he dug into his pockets and pulled out some wadded and folded bills.
	“Naw, keep it.” Chris had another idea.

	The boy wasn’t 100% in agreement with the Canal Officer’s doings, but it beat having to go to jail and face his father.  The boy stood secluded and well hidden from sight in among a large pile of torn up city sidewalk concrete slabs--with his pants and underwear down at his ankles.
	Chris promised that if could land a few swats he would call it good and let the boy go.  Nervously and very timidly (if not stupidly) the boy agreed.  Chris’ erection grew more and more.  And moreso when he pressed the boy up against him and landed the swats.  Surreptitiously he humped against the boy.
	After a few swats, warming up the boy’s ass and sending the youngster into a slight tizzy, Chris knelt down before him, holding him at his bare hips, caressing his warmed ass.
	His eyes fell upon the boy’s dong hanging down, shriveled up.  Just a few pubes were coming out, the lad was a ways away from maturity.  
	“Wanna see mine?” Chris said with a slight smile.  The boy was confused and rubbed his burning butt.  He shrugged and tried very hard not to cry.
	Chris whipped his dick out, then tugged down his clothing and revealed to the young youngster his wares.  The blond haired boy of ten stared at the mammoth cock, “Damn!” he uttered.
	Chris reached out and stroked the boy’s cock.  “Don’t worry, your’s will be like that, too; but, you gotta start working it now or it won’t grow at all!”
	“Work it?”
	“Oh yeah, like this.” and Chris proceeded to show him the technique of circle jerking, spanking the monkey, beatin’ the meat, flogging the dog, choking’ the chickin, humping the log…
	The boy did so but couldn’t quite get a stiffy.
	Chris once more helped out…
	It helped, too, that the boy was naïve.  Just a scooch.  Chris engulfed the boy’s cock, sucking him to the base and then popping in the lad’s hairless nads.  The boy squirmed some and didn’t know how to react.  He did, though, get a “stiffy.”
	Getting the tyke to do likewise unto Chris was another story, though; the boy wasn’t budging.  He didn’t mind “receiving” but the mere thought of “giving” was kinda appalling.
	So Chris pulled off his belt and threatened the boy with serious bodily harm.  Gulping, cringing, crying, the once shy naïve boy pressed his trembling lips to the fully erect and highly engorged cock head.  Chris placed his hand behind the boy’s head and pushed!
	The boy flailed about and tried to back off from the distasteful cock in his mouth.  Chris would have none of that and wrestled with the boy, shaking him, slapping, and belt spanking him on the side of his bare ass.
	The boy was pretty more willing.
	But now Chris was in the mood for something else.

	One, two, three, five…
	Eight, nine--nine hoboes.  There were nine hoboes on the westbound late afternoon train.  Three were just sitting in the open door of a boxcar, the others scattered all over the lumber and pipe cars.  The train kicked up speed as it left the small farming town and soon the 200-plus train car was but a memory.
	Chris crossed the tracks and then moseyed over to the weir.  Behind the wooden blocks was a makeshift pond where jillions of carp (goldfish) swam merrily about.  In the semi murky waters he spotted something of interest.  He looked about, saw no one, stripped off his clothes and waded ass deep into the refreshing waters.
	He needed it, his cock for sure.  He reached down into the muck and pulled from what he had spotted:  a bottle.  A long neck bottle.  Washing it off a little he eased back out of the water and into the reeds, assuring that no one--NO ONE could see him.  It was then a simple matter of “insertion!”
	While he did so infacto sodomize himself, he heard once more the wail of the Sheriff’s car.  Had the boy been found, had the boy “woken” up and crawled out of the canal?  After making the boy suck him (again) he coaxed the boy to “fuck him” in the ass.  The boy’s dinky wasn’t quite up to strength for the penetration, so he made the boy use his finger and then kiss his asshole.
	When the boy once more got uppity and tried to bolt, Chris tackled him and pinning him down over some broken concrete wailed on him with the belt.  When the boy lost consciousness, Chris tongued his dirt chute, fingered it, sodomized it with a broken piece of rebar (from the concrete) and then sodomized the lad properly.
	Chris grunted as he slid the bottle neck into his asshole, he spanked himself and wished his sweet sister were sucking on his cock.  With the bottle most of the way into his asshole, he began hand jobbing his cock, the taste of the boy’s cock in his mouth filled his mind, it wasn’t that bad.  He liked the taste of pussy, any age; and the taste of the ten year old’s dong was pretty all right, too!
	There wasn’t as much pleasure from the bottle up his ass, he dressed and moved on.

	A pair of ten year olds came nextly.  They were already naked and already in the groove of fucking one another.  They had been fishing in the small stream that fed a meadow pond.  They were way out in the open, in the middle of the meadow area.  Rolling hills to one side, a thick forest on the other, open ended on the north and south ends.
	After a small string of fish had been landed, the boys took to skinny dipping, which led to circle jerking and then circle jerking one another.  Chris watched as they fondled one another, pressed their nude well tanned bodies together and gripped one another’s ass.  
	One boy turned about, bent over, hands to his knees.  One hand pulling a cheek open; the other boy stepped up with a generous erection and implanted it into his friend.  He then grabbed his friend’s hips and humped madly until he either came off or had worn his cock out.
	The other boy stood up, spanked his own butt, then turned and turned his friend around.  Both boys were giggling and laughing.  The boy whose ass had just been fucked got to his knees and did so infacto place his face into his friend’s acc crack.  Chris could only imagine what was going on.
	It made him hard.  He slipped out of his clothes and approached.

	The “taste” of the boys’ cock in his mouth lingered.  He couldn’t get enough, he had sucked--and sucked--and sucked.  He sucked on their balls until it was thought he was going to suck the nuggets right off of their young bodies.  Hickies he applied to their nipples, then to their butt cheeks.  He did so himself rim job their winking assholes--applying tongue, then finger, then cock.
	They also did him, sucking and fucking.  The sucking was okay, but the butt fucking left a little to be desired.  Just a little, though.  The feeling of cock slamming into his corn hole was pretty good.  It was different, much different, than slamming his own hole with bottle and broomsticks.
	He watched the boys butt fuck and suck one another, he spanked them and they spanked him.  He loved it and made plans to meet with them at the same spot as often as possible.
	The day was getting on, he had to scurry home.
	
                                                   *****

Sex Ed 101
	To say the least his balls were about ready to explode.  Daphne Kimberlake was one of the prettiest bitches he had ever known.  She was a little stuck up, prissy, trendy, uppity, and all that and more.  She was also an honor student, cute, damn cute, and a cheerleader.
	Five of the cheerleaders on the junior high squad were the cutest girls in the whole school.  Other girls were a close second, some fell into third while the remainder fell into the category of “Two Bagger.”  self explanatory.
	(and some were noted to be Three Bagger girls, one for your self in case the two bags the Girl wore fell off!)
	Anyways, Chris had it bad for Daphne.  Daphne, Rachel, Raylynn, Hanna, and Denise.  It was those short skirts, tight fitting sweaters, bouncy hair, the way they walked, talked, farted, and flirted.  Everything, everything about them put them above the “remainder” girls.  
	The “remainder” girls had good qualities, too; tight jeans, summer dresses, short skirts, walking shorts, Daisy Dukes.  But none sent him like the Cheerleader Five.  A few of the “remainder” girls did, but not many.  Those girls had “subtleties” to them, shyness, a blend of cute and personality that was a draw for the ultra horn dog Chris.
	He could scarcely breath (or think or do anything) when the Cheerleader Five pranced out to the field to do their thing.  They did backflips, twists, jumps, and splits.  They swished, twisted, leaped, and were held high in the air by their comrades.  Chris wished he could get close to “look up” to see the girls’ underwear--if not more.
	His obsession with the C-5 led him to become a “stalker.”  just following the girls, observing what they did, when, where, etc.  This led him to discover the girls’ doing inappropriate things.  Raylynn he noted sneaking to the back door of the auditorium.  Here at the Stage Door entrance she tapped lightly on the door.  Opening it was Mr. Mackey, the junior high drama coach.
	Chris found himself peering up from behind a large bin that contain actor’s clothes.  It was mostly dark in the back area of the junior high theatre, no one was about--save for Raylynn and Mackey.  Raylynn, clad in her frilly white with red trim cheerleader outfit bent over a counter, her skirt hiked up, her underwear at her ankles.  Behind her Shakespearean actor Mackey drove his face between her cheeks.  Chris quietly whacked off.
	Soon Mackey was doing likewise, ’cept he was standing with his cock buried into Raylynn’s ass--although he could have been in her pussy, too.  Raylynn made faces, clamped her hands to the counter, her young fourteen year old face grinding against the smoothed wooden counter top as she was ploughed from behind.
	Mr. Mackey pulled out of Raylynn and smacked her ass with his saucey cock, he then plunged back into and completed the deed of fucking her.  He let out a mighty moan of pleasure, caressed the girl’s ass, smacked it, reached around her and diddled her pussy, fondled her breasts, etc.
	Raylynn stood up.  Mackey hefted her up onto the counter, he then opened her legs and went down on her.  Raylynn pulled off her cheerleader top and removed her bra, too.  Wondrous titties.  Chris maintained his hiding position, jerking off into a costume.
	Mackey stood, smacking his lips, Raylynn smiled at him and pushed herself forward some, her young ass right at the rim edge of the counter.
	The phone rang.
	Mackey at first ignored it, there were more important things to do than answer a fucking phone.  
	But it rang, and rang, and rang.
	It was disturbing and the Shakespearean actor held his slacks up and went to answer in an adjacent office-room.  Raylynn rested her shoulders against the counter wall, diddling her pussy, totally naked.
	Mackey came out and said something Chris couldn’t rightly here, but it was clear that he had to leave, but would be back in five minutes or so.  Raylynn was to stay put.  He kissed her, sucked on a titty and patted her furry fur burger.  He then put his clothes back together and scurried off out the rear door.
	Chris humped his hand a moment or two more, watching Raylynn finger herself.  Soon the girl turned over and began SPANKING herself.  Chris was insane with desire.
	He found himself putting on a demon’s costume, complete with cape, and head mask.  The outfit concealed his body and he slinked up stealthfully to the naked cheerleader happily spanking and diddling her asshole. 
	“That was quick!” Raylynn smirked as Chris placed his hands onto the girl’s naked ass.  He ran his hands over the cool flesh, parted a cheek and began quickly poking at her backdoor.
	Raylynn pulled her cheeks open and Chris slid into her.
	He began pumping, slamming into her hard.  She was up against the counter too tightly and he couldn’t “reach around” and finger her pussy, her body compressed to the counter top so he couldn’t cop a feel of her bodacious titties.
	He wondered if she gave it up to anyone else, like her high school brother or even her own dad!  Chris slammed her, creamed her hole, pulled out and rested a moment, cum squirting out of his schlong.  Raylynn pulled away from the counter and dropped to her knees, “Here, let me fix that!” she said in her young voice and she took his gooey member, popping it into her mouth and sucking it!
	She clutched his egg sac and sucked his cock whole.
	Chris ran his hands thru her hair, humping her face.
	Raylynn was good, she sucked the life out of his cock, then replaced it!  She worked him, caressed his ass, squeezed his nuts, then proceeded to try and drain him once more.
	Chris’ eyes fluttered and he felt the sudden need to pee.  It was like he needed to cum off, but there was the unique feeling of needing to pee, too.  So he did.
	Raylynn wasn’t too keen on that deal.
	She spurted the urine splash out, bitching and sputtering.  Chris pissed on her naked chest while she carried on, then he heard the keys in the door ten feet behind him.  Quickly he dashed off towards the stage curtains.
	“What the fuck!?” bitch/yelled the girl.  Chris tossed off the costume and made for one of the Exit doors.  Mackey was close behind him.
	Outside Chris faded into the crowd of students letting out from a nearby shop class.  Mackey stood at the open door of the auditorium, very pissed off but no clue as to who the perpetrator was.

Sex Ed 102  	
	Handball was a good exercise and Chris had a knack of making repetitive “kill shots”; whereas smacking the rubber ball to the wall at such an angle that the opponent was unable to make the return hit.  It was the only game Chris was good at, he didn’t have the strength for football, the coordination for basketball, the stamina for baseball.  He didn’t care for tennis or soccer, either.  So handball it was.
	After a rigorous game with a fellow student and coach, Chris waited it out by the handball court, until the most of the boys had cleared out from the gym-locker room, he didn’t care for showering with a group of guys.
	While he waited he smelled something.  He was mostly familiar with it, though he had tried it himself.  Happy smoke. Wacky-tobaccy.  Marijuana.  It was strong, there wasn’t much wind, so the illegal doings was close by.  Chris went on a search.
	Behind the handball court there was the weight room building, then a large hedge row separating the lower field from the upper field where there was the football and track area.
	There were actually two rows of oleander bushes, in between the two--well, this was where many students came to fuck and smoke.  Chris found Daphne and Hanna smoking Happy Smoke.  Daphne had her cheerleader sweater open and Hanna was sucking titty!  Both girls were fucked up, smoking a hemp stick each and drinking beer from a thermos!
	Hanna was the first to go.  Go down.  To the ground.  Passed out.
	Chris waited.  Daphne giggled and finished her toke, killed off the thermos and fell over Hanna’s body.  Chris listened and looked around, there were some students running track, a coach had a flag football game going, there were 20 minutes left in the class period.  Quickly he moved inward into the bushes.  

	He knew that once the girls came around they were going to scream their fool heads off, might as well give them a reason.  It was an easy manner of removing their clothes.  Hanna had pissed in her panties.  Chris was in his glory.  With both girls nude he fingered their pussies, spanked them with their legs locked upward, then laid into them.
	Were they virgins?  He didn’t know, didn’t care.  He laid on them and humped to his heart’s (cock) content.  He fucked Daphne first, sucking on her titties, driving his bone DEEP into her hot box of pleasure.  He couldn’t spank them too hard lest someone walking by should see.
	He nailed Hanna in the ass, squirting a nice load therein before showering her with some pee.  He laid the girls out on one another, placing them a 69er (although he was himself oblivious to the fact that that actually had merit.)
	His cock ached terribly.  He dressed and scooted to the locker room to shower.  Most of the boys had cleared out, but the period was about to end and a new batch of boys were due in.  Quickly he showered and tried to soothe his aching cock, he found that it would die out, it remained very stiff.
	Wrapped up he was with his aching bone that he didn’t hear the warning bell, the sound that alerted coaches to shuttle the athletic students to the showers before they headed off to other classes.
	With a raging boner Chris wasn’t about to wander to his locker.  He would just linger all soaped up in the corner area of the open bay shower area.  He figured it was pretty safe as no one really stared at another guy, especially his wanger--lest he wanted to be labled a gay-wad!
	 Chris DID have a friend, a guy friend.  Harold was his name.  They lived at opposite ends of the town so visiting one another was not to often.  They spent time together at school and at school sponsored events.
	Chris’ next class was Chemistry.  He was failing it anyways, so he didn’t really plan on going.  Harold had a life science/biology class he wasn’t doing so well in.  Both lads planned on going to Study Hall, though they didn’t really plan on any “studying” it was just a place to goof off legally.
	The new period had begun, Chris and Harold were still “showering”, they would wait until the new students amscrayed out to the playing fields.  That would take a few minutes to change out of “street clothes” into gym wear.  Chris and Harold waited them out.
	When the locker room was empty, the boys proceeded to leave, they got into the rinsing off their soaped up young teenage bodies, covertly eyeing one another.  Both boys had major boners going.  
	“Goddamn,” spurted Harold, “I’m so fucking horny I could fuck a horse!” and Chris wouldn’t put it passed him; one time the two had gotten kind of drunk on some moonshine they had found and Harold humped a cotton bale in the family barn, he then tried to hump the milk cow and finally standing naked on a bale of hay tried to get it with his mare.
	Chris couldn’t remember if Harold ever did or not, he passed out.
	Both boys blatantly somewhat noted one another, then watched as they blatantly stroked themselves.  They got into a bit of playing by flopping their cocks, power stroking, and then stepping up a little close they compared their cocks in size and girth.
	“Oh God I need to cum!” said Chris.
	“Me too!” stated Harold.	
	But simple jerking the gherkin wasn’t enough.
	Knowing that they were alone, the boys handled one another’s organ, which led to ball handling, which led to pressing their bodies to one another, smooching their cocks against one another’s bellies.  Their hands came to one another’s ass, they rubbed, squeezed, and then spanked.
	This over friendliness led to Chris turning about, bracing against tiled wall of the shower room.  Harold wasted no time in plugging his best friend, once the head of his engorged cock was pressed into Chris’ rim, he placed his hands onto his friend’s hips and penetrated him.
	Chris almost orgasmed right then and there--it was so much better than the bottle, or his finger, broomstick, cucumber…
	Harold humped and humped and humped, “Oh God!” he screamed, “I’m gonna fucking cum!”  he pumped hard and fast, reaching around to toy with friend Chris’ cock.
	“Fuck me, man, fuck me hard!” Chris screamed.
	Harold complied, banging into his friend’s hole, balls swinging, cum shooting.  Chris reached down himself to grab his own flapping balls, he felt his friend’s dick slamming him moving about in his rectum, it WAS better than doing himself.
	He could barely concentrate the fuck was so intense.  “Son-of-a-bitch!” he bellowed, he had no idea butt fucking could be so invigorating.
	Harold finally reached his apex of orgasm and blasted a hot sticky load of ball juice into Chris’ anal tract.  He continued humping until his cock died off.
	“Suck me, man, suck it!” Chris said turning about with an erection that wouldn’t quit.  Surprisingly friend Harold dropped to his knees, working his organ with one hand while slurping the salami of Chris.
	Chris held his friend’s head (at the customary back of the head), squeezing himself at the base of his aching dick, slapping his balls against Harold’s chin until he felt the stirrings of orgasmic bliss.
	“Stand up, dude.” Chris said.  Harold stood and knew instinctively, he turned about, bent over, hands on knees.  Chris jabbed his friend’s ass crack and finally found the puckering poop chute.  A few jabs, miss jabs, pokes and prodding’s and he was finally IN.
	He slid his dong all the way in.
	“Oh yeah!” he breathed as the sensation of the penetration was extraordinary.  He slid his pecker all the way in, held it there a moment, straining.  His eyes fluttered, his balls swelled and the desire to commence with the vigorous fucking overwhelmed him.
	He pounded Harold’s ass until he felt a swath of warmth overcome him.  He felt his cum shooting out his piss slit, filling Harold’s asshole.  And like Harold, he kept his cock in his friend until the orgasmic bliss subsided.
	He then pulled out, spanked his friend’s ass and wanted Harold to do likewise to him, but some boys were coming in, along with a coach.  
	He didn’t know what her problem was, but she was bitch.  She was a member of the Cheerleader Five, Denise.  She was a long legged gal who very seldom wore jeans.  Always a skirt, dress, or her perky/preppy cheerleader outfit.  She was okay, but didn’t like to be stared at.  (but at fourteen she had a hell of a body!)
	Chris was caught staring at her.  They got into a heated debate with Chris mouthing off “you shouldn’t wear crap like that if you don’t want anyone to stare!” which was true, but--it didn’t sit well with Denise and she bitched back pissing Chris off to the point as to where he slapped her.
	Yep, right across the face.  He had had it with her and her kind.
	Naturally as soon as he did it he knew it was a mistake.
	Luckily there weren’t any witnesses.
	But still, Denise darted off to inform to Ms. Pepper.
	Ms. Pepper was their English teacher.  She was a hotty, too; but sometime SHE wore jeans.  She was about 26 or so, nice rack, bouncy-bouncy shiny dark hair, real sweet, gave the benefit of the doubt of essays and other English garbage turned in.
	Every boy in the class (as well as other classes) wanted to sink their bones into her.  Chris for sure for certain.
	Ms. Pepper, unmarried, came to the door and wiggled her finger for Chris to come in.  He bitched and scuffed his feet going into the classroom; it was a square room with darkened windows and two doors, 30 chairs.
	Denise stood at the teacher’s desk, arms folded at her fuckable chest.
	Chris had heard the girl fart once, while they stood in a lunch line.
	He longed to sink his cock into her, in her mouth, between her bodacious knockers, in her ass, and especially her cunt.  He betted that she was a little dynamo in bed.  He saw her doing her cheerleading routine, saw lots of leg, thigh, and butt cheeks.  She was flirty, damn cute, nice voice, all packed nicely in a dynamic body.
	After a scolding from Ms. Pepper, she opened a desk drawer and brought out a paddle.  Half an inch thick with small holes in it, and reinforced handle.  It was well polished and lacquered.  She smacked it against her hand and both students standing jumped.
	She nodded Chris, Chris knew what was up, he hesitated a moment and then lay across the teacher’s lap.  The first swat came fast and with little warning.  His butt tightened right up and was almost instantly afire.  He clung to the chair legs as another swat paddled him and made a resounding reverberation in the classroom.
	Another swat came and then his butt was somewhat felt out by Ms. Pepper.  There seemed to be a reprieve, albeit briefly.  His mind concentrated on his burning bum.  Then, THEN, his pants were being pulled down.  He braced, tightening his whole body.  The paddle came to his ass now protected only by his thin cottony boxers.
	Three hard swats and then his butt was fondled again.
	After catching his breath a moment, his underwear were tugged down as well!  He gulped and gripped tightly the legs of the chair, tightening his ass even more.  The paddle came and came in repeated swats until Chris was squirming in pain.
	And once more this was followed by some rubbing.
	“And now you.” stated Ms. Pepper.
	Chris started to move thinking that the statement was directed to Denise, SHE was going to get a spanking, too.  (for being a tattletale.)
	But now, the paddle of Ms. Pepper was merely handed off to the cheerleader.  There was hesitation before Denise did so infacto lay the Ass Smacker to Chris’ ass.
	She landed several hard hitting swats (with some glee about it) before being stopped by Ms. Pepper.  Denise then did like Ms. Pepper and rub her hand onto Chris’ tomato reddened ass.
	Chris did not cry but was highly emotionally charged.
	“Stand up, now.” Ms. Pepper commanded.
	He hardly had the strength and Ms. Pepper and Denise had to help him.  He braced against the chalkboard, his burning flesh against the cool aluminum chalk tray.
	“Your turn, now.” Ms. Pepper said.  And it WAS Denise’s turn, to lay down across Ms. Pepper’s lap.  Denise naturally hesitated and wasn’t about to comply.  She casted a look to the naked Chris, trying to avert her eyes from his naked dangling willy.
	Nervously she finally laid across Ms. Pepper’s knees.  Ms. Pepper, Ms. Charlene Pepper, with raven hair, coal dark eyes, Italian features, and the major cause of every boy’s erection problems, raised Denise’s short pleated cheerleading skirt.
	Chris forgot about his burning-searing ass and stared at the girl’s hind-end, her gorgeous tight hind-end clad in a pair of matching cheerleading underwear, not her regular type because she was subject to “exposing” herself during various cheerleading routines.
	Ms. Pepper smoothed her hand over the ass, lightly patting it.  She then reached out and “touched” Chris’ erection.  Chris stood still, rubbing his own ass watching and semi reeling in the intense situation at hand.
	Ms. Pepper stroked his organ, smiled at him with a devilish aire, then picked up the paddle and landed it HARD against Denise’s ass.  The girl wriggled and tried to get off, “Hold her hands!” commanded Ms. Pepper, Chris grabbed at Denise’s flailing hands and held them while Ms. Pepper smacked down to her hinny four more hard/harsh swats.
	Denise’s legs, too, flailed madly.  She cussed and wailed and tried her best to wriggle free of her dire predicament.  Ms. Pepper paused in her spanking spree, rubbed her hand over the tormented girl’s ass, then tugged the undies down, enough to expose the fine ripened super lovely ass.  
	Chris could feel the “wind” gush as Ms. Pepper brought the paddle down for some bare ass smacking.  The sound was incredible, Chris cock strengthened even more.  Ms. Pepper reached for it again, pressing the bulbous knob against Denise’s searing hot flesh.  Pre-cum began to spill as the fiery flesh intensified his organ.
	Ms. Pepper put the paddle down, held Denise’s hands with one hand and parted a cheek with the other.  Chris peered down the crack and to the puckered hole.  He rubbed the girl’s ass, running his finger down the crack and diddling her anus.
	Onto his knees he went, parting the cheeks himself and poking her rim with his tongue.  He smelt the funkiness of her hole, the mustiness of her poon.  He didn’t care, he licked and probed with gusto. (hey! Who invited him!)
	Her undies he worked on down, opened her legs and then with his cock severely demanding attention he stood up and began poking her rectum, Ms. Pepper holding his cock and helping.  Whenever Denise fussed too much Ms. Pepper smacked her ass.
	Ms. Pepper also smacked Chris’ ass, rubbing it mostly, squeezing a cheek and stuffing his well fucked rectum with her finger.  It helped stiffen (even more) his cock as he slammed into Denise’s tight poop chute.
	When he began to cum Ms. Pepper squeezed his ass cheek until he had done so.  It was sooooooo good.  He slammed her hole and couldn’t differentiate between banging Harold’s backdoor and Denise’s!  A mighty gusher load of spunk flooded Denise’s anal chamber, his eyes fluttered and the feeling was just intense.
	After stepping back some Ms. Pepper brought Denise around, positioning the young girl on her knees.  “Suck him.” said the twenty-something teacher.
	“Fuck no!” exclaimed the creamy skinned girl.
	“Either suck his cock or take ten more swats to your ass!”
	The girl shook her head in disappointment.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” she wailed angrily.  She eyed Chris’ dong, it still squirted bits of cum, it was “soiled” and unappetizing.  She gripped it at the base, fondled the balls, closed her eyes and leaned in.  She wrinkled her perky nose and wrapped her lips about the cock head.  Ms. Pepper “pushed” the girl’s head down on the stiffening dong.  Chris tightened up his ass and watched his soiled prick disappear into the cheerleader’s sweet mouth.
	Unbelievably Chris had yet another load of spunk matter to give.
	And he gave it, too, shooting a massive wad into Denise’s mouth.
	The spunk oozed out of her mouth, she choked and gagged, cussed and retched.  Ms. Pepper wouldn’t let the girl back off the cum squirter, though, and Chris wasn’t pulling away, either.  Not until he was completely empty.
	His cock was going into overload on the sensitivity issue.  With his cock out he smacked it against Denise’s mouth, tried to fuck her nostrils and then took a poke at her left ear.
	When she stood she was completely naked, when had she done that?  Chris couldn’t recall her removing her top, but she must have.  He then noted that he himself was nude.  He didn’t get it.  (he didn’t care, either.)
	Then Ms. Pepper stood and began undressing.
	This was cool.
	This was a fucking dream cum true!

	Chris and Denise stood shoulder to shoulder watching as Ms. Charlene Pepper stripped out of her clothes.  She wiggled her panties down and stood butt naked.  She was gorgeous.  Drop dead fucking-a gorgeous.  Chris brought Denise’s hand to his cock, having her stroke it back to life.
	Ms. Pepper took position laying over her chair.  She rubbed her ass, parting a cheek, smacking herself.  She then brought into play the paddle.  Chris smiled.  He took the paddle and firstly rested his hand onto his favorite teacher’s bare ass.  He diddled her hole, smoothed his hand over each moon, then applied the paddle.
	One swat, two swat, three swat-four!
	By the fifth swat her lily white ass was turning a nice shade of red.
	Chris caressed the ass, feeling the intense warmth.  He handed off the paddle to Denise who remembered the harshness of her spanking.  Chris held the teacher’s hands, straddling a leg to keep it still while a vengeful Denise applied spank.
	Charlene Pepper did wriggle a bit, fuss and cuss, tighten her burning ass until she was at the point of begging, and finally shed some tears in her dire torment.  Denise rubbed the woman’s ass, smacked it with her bare hand and then proceeded to finger fuck it, too!
	Nextly, Denise sat on the desk, legs open, leaning back.  He marveled at her dark fur burger between her legs, not matching her hair he so noted.  He marveled at her creamy skin, her lovely-lovely naked body, her perfectly shaped orbs.  His cock screamed for attention.
	He sucked on the breasts while Ms. Pepper sucked on the girl’s pussy.
	She worked Chris’ organ, too.
	Chris slipped his tongue into Denise’s mouth, fondling both breasts and humping Ms. Pepper’s right ear.  The woman paid it no mind and continued to masturbate him while she noshed on Denise’s cunt as well as jabbed her finger into the girl’s glory hole.  Ms. Pepper also peed on the floor.  
	Chris couldn’t stand it, his cock had to go into a hole, any hole, he didn’t care.  Thankfully Ms. Pepper was aware of his dilemma and guided him into Denise’s pussy.  He sank himself fully into the fellow student, hands going up and down her naked back, her breasts jiggling.  They kissed while he pegged her, he felt as though he were peeing in her rather than cumming, his organ was out of control, the sensation was beyond mere mortal words could conjure.
	 Finally, he was out of the pussy.  His cock was screaming now for a different reason.  He found himself caressing his ass, smacking it, tugging on his dong and balls.  He was delirious.  He soon found himself laying across the desk, arms (hands) pinned behind him as Ms. Pepper sodomized him with the chalk stick/pointer!

	He awoke with a startle.  He was lathered in a layer of sweat.  He was hot.  He was out of breath.  He was hard.  In his mind were a million images, none of which he understood and were beginning to slip away into nothingness.  ‘What the fuck!?’ he bitched to himself.
	The sheets he had kicked away, his bed was soaked.  His bed was also “sticky” with spots of cum stains.  His belly and balls, too.  His cock, though, was amazingly still stiff.  Slowly he pulled on it and tried to settle down.  ‘Son-of-a-bitch.’ he cussed to himself.
	He stared up thru the darkness, moonlight strayed into his room, he could hear the frogs at the pond, the crickets, the windmill he hadn’t greased, yet.  Clenching his cock he shook his head, ‘Son-of-a-bitch, a dream.  A fucking dream!’ a dream.  Go figure!

	Come the new morning brightly Chris was up stripping his bed and stuffing the cum stained sheets into the washer.  He did so al la butt naked.  His father though a farmer/rancher was not a morning person and often slept in to as late as six o’clock!  Traipsing back to his room he encounter his sister, Suzie.
	“What are you doing?” she asked in a semi sleepy voice, she eyed it dangling dong slowly waking up.  (the dong, not his sister.)  
	“Never you mind, go back to sleep.” he slipped into his room and quickly put on fresh clean sheets.  Suzie came in to help.  She said nothing but thought much.
	“Did you pee the bed?” she asked in a shocked sort of voice.
	“What!”  then, “Hell no, just don’t worry about it.”
	 Suzie “didn’t worry about it” she helped fix the bed up, timidly eyeing her brother’s dancing dong.
	After the bed was completed, Chris struggled with reality, Suzie wasn’t freaking out on him, so some of the stuff he remember must be true.  But what part?  He rubbed his ass almost feeling the hard smacks Ms. Pepper had lauded him.  He knew logically that it hadn’t happened; he could almost see maybe/possibly being spanked (although unlikely).  But that was about it, certainly Denise wouldn’t have laid across Ms. Pepper’s lap, and definitely she would not have tolerated having her underwear yanked down.
	All the stuff that had happened at school, all a dream.  All a stinking lousy dream.  That stuff in the showers--Chris held his mind on that, what the hell was THAT all about?  Taking Harold’s cock up his ass, fucking Harold!
	Then, the girl on her horse, the little girl behind the mini mall, those boys.  It gave Chris something to think about.  His cock, too.  It had become inordinately stiff and rigid.
	“Damn!” muttered surprisingly Suzie.
	“Don’t cuss!” chided Chris.
	He looked to his dong standing outward, it seemed to be a bit bigger than it had ever been so before.  He tugged on it, pulled on the skin down to the base, it felt sooooooooo good.  His ass tightened up and he thought of Harold slamming into him.  He trembled all over and felt a strange tingling in his balls.
	“Suzie, would you--”
	Suzie didn’t let him finish, she crawled happily across the fresh made bed to her brother, gripping his cock and squeezing it.
	“Oh God, Suzie!” Chris wailed.  “Suck it, Suze, please, suck it!”
	Suzie though held back, pursing her lips.  She didn’t mind eyeing it, or “touching” with her hand and masturbating him.  But the “tasting” of said cock was not up to her liking.
	“Christ, Suze, just do it!  I-I’ll give you my allowance, this is Payday, right, I’ll give you my allowance for this week.”
	Suzie mulled it over a half moment and then leaned in, kissing the head of the cock before wrapping her lips about the member and “sucking.”
	Chris moved his cock slowly inch by inch into her, the images of the girls (and boys) he had fucked filled his mind.  Ms. Pepper filled his mind, Daphne, Denise, Hanna, Raylynn, Rachel--Denise.  
	And then Harold.  Those two boys, too.
	Thinking of them overwhelmed his mind and he was unaware that he had cum into Suzie’s mouth.  The girl was sitting back, giggling, grinning, and retching some--mouth full of jizum.  The taste afoul got to her and she darted off to the bathroom.  Chris paused a moment, his cock seriously aching.

	He came up behind the hurling Suzie.  She had merely spit out the goo into the sink.  Chris listened and upon hearing no sounds from his dad’s room two doors down eased up behind Suzie and lowered her pajama bottoms.
	“Chris!” the girl almost wailed aloud.
	“Shhhhhhhhhhh!” he bitched to her.  He kept her from turning about.  She wore blue kiddie panties with bears and honey jars on them.  He caressed her ass, Suzie spat out some more of the goo and Chris lowered her panties.
	He pressed a finger into the crack, finding her hole and attempted penetration.  Suzie wasn’t into that and turned about regardless.  Okay, no matter, the pussy was just as good--if not better!
	Suzie didn’t mind the fingering action to her pussy.  It felt good.
	After a few minutes of it, Chris’ finger wore out.  Time for some tongue action.  He hefted his sister up onto the counter.  Suzie giggled and didn’t care for the cold tile to her tushy.  That was okay, Chris was going to warm her up!
	He applied his tongue to her cunny.  Holding her legs open a bit, pushing her body back he applied his tongue until it, too, wore out.  But it was a good way to go, she hadn’t peed yet and so there was the preliminary taste of urine.  Her cunny was nice and soft, slick, salty, and delectable.  
	His cock was back to full mode again.  He moved Suzie from the counter to the hamper, better angle.  Suzie held her own legs open and it seemed as though she were to allow him to poke her.
	Chris was cool with that.  He leaned in and rubbed the head of his dong against her pussy.  “Come on, Suze, let me put it in you.” he breathed hard.  Suzie began to squirm (and pee.)
	“I gotta pee!” she wailed hoarsely.
	Chris was at the pivotal point of entering her super tight unfucked pussy.  But she began to pee uncontrollably.  He grabbed her under the arms and sat her down on the toilet.  She farted first and then began a long steady stream of urinating.
	She took her brother’s cock and jerked on it, grinning, farting, and peeing.  She leaned in again and though he wasn’t fucking her pussy, her mouth (again) was a close second.

	Soft breezes gently caressed their bodies, the wind had shifted earlier and they got a brief displeasing smell of the reeking compost pile in an adjacent field.  Thankfully the wind shifted again and the two Mitchell kids could breath again.
	There were chores aplenty to get to, but some things were just more important.  Chris’ mind was still filled with the incredible images of his dream.  Trying to understand it was a no-go.  What did it mean?  Was it a reflection of who he was, or to become?  He had fooled around with little boys and girls, he had literally stepped over the bounds of decency.
	He was still bugged by that business with Harold.  Sure the two had jerked off in front of one another, but that was it; actually handling one another cock sucking and BUTTFUCKING was just unthinkable.
	But that wasn’t the topper.
	Ms. Pepper and Denise was the topper.
	A dream.  A lousy stinkin’ fucked up dream.
	The only thing to help clear his mind was resting against his favorite peach tree overlooking the small meadow/valley beyond.  He was naked.  He had shed his clothes once getting into the orchard and at the agri pond.  After peeing in the pond and watching sister Suzie strip naked, they proceeded to the peach tree whereupon sister Suzie willingly occupied his lap.
	His cock was hard, it got smooshed against her belly, his hands clamped to her darling little butt and casually he wondered if THIS was a dream?
	Spanking.
	The images of being spanked (and sodomized) filled his mind.
	He knew that he sorta-kinda DID like fucking himself, he had pushed smoothed broom stick handles into his hole, a bottle with a long neck, and a slender zucchini.  
	Could h actually stuff his salami into a boy hole, Harold’s or otherwise (younger--like those boys in his dream?)  Could he suck a cock, could he handle BEING sucked?  And the biggie, could he handle butt fucking AND being butfucked?
	He moved sister Suzie slowly up and down, grinding her against his organ.  How could he look at Ms. Pepper and the Cheerleader Five again?  Hanna, Rachel, Raylynn, Denise; his eyes fluttered, his balls were near to exploding.
	Suzie reared back, looking down to her brother’s cum soaked schlong.  She diddled the piss slit then tasted her cum laden finger.  She made a face again, but was blushing and grinning.
	“Wanna suck it?” Chris asked.
	Suzie nodded that she would.  She scooted back along his legs and went down on him.  Her mouth was wondrous, she did an excellent job.  Chris ran his hand thru her hair, helping her go up and down.  
	He knew it was impossible, to have any sort of fling with the C-5 girls, he knew that they were uppity and snooty.  They were sort of friendly, he wondered if they DID smoke marijuana?  Could he catch them at it, blackmail them into having sex with him, or at the very least exposing themselves to him?
	Ms. Pepper.
	He would never be able to look upon the woman the same again.
	He did note that she DID often wink at him.  Was she just being friendly or WAS there more?  His mind raced, the image of her naked, sucking Denise’s pussy etched firmly into his mind.  The spankings, the laying out on her desk being held by Denise while his English teacher shoved her chalk stick/pointer into his asshole--definitely would make attending her class difficult.
	And Harold.
	What the fuck was he to do about Harold?
	Was the guy as nasty as he?  He didn’t have any other siblings, but had plenty of cousins, girls and boys alike.  He and Harold got together as often as they could, ditching school or antics before and directly after school--spying on the cheerleaders from under the bleachers, spying on girl scouts camping in the woods, spying on girls in gym class and those in the Olympic Hopefuls class.
	Simple jerking off, though, was all that they did.  They DID skinny dip in the various agri ponds, but they seldom spoke of sticking it to a girl, they spoke of girls they knew and how they looked, smelled, and looked.
	But the business of schlepping one’s salami into another guy’s hole, or mouth--could that happen (with Harold?) Did he want it too?  Chris knew that he wanted to know what it was like to be hammered in the ass, he wanted to know what it was like to suck a cock.  He wanted to suck his own cock!

	His eyes fluttered and suddenly there was that surge, he held onto his sister’s head until shooting his wad.  His asshole clenched up tight, his balls surged, his cock powered into Suzie’s mouth.  She was good!
	She spat out the goo, though, it was kinda distasteful and not to her liking.  She retched and gagged and almost vomited.  But since brother Chris liked it, she pleased him.  (a promise of getting his allowance went a long ways in compromise.)
	She then stood, stretched, and stepped to one side.
	“What’s doing?” he asked.
	“Gotta pee!” she giggled.
	Chris rubbed her ass, his cock surged a little more, it had gone limp but was still with some life.  She placed her hands onto the tree and stood with her legs outward a bit, ass pooched out, too.  A stream of pee streamed from her body.  Chris caressed her ass, kissed it, parted a cheek and fingered her asshole while she peed.
	After peeing, he positioned the young sibling on the ground.  She opened her legs and he went down on her.  Her pissy pussy was wondrous, he didn’t care nor mind the foul taste of fresh piss.  His tongue drove into her cunny and before long his cock was “ready.”
	He lay between, Suzie was a little concerned.  So was Chris.  Could he fuck his sister?  Could he breech her?  The remaining questions and concerns faded as sexual desire zoomed to the top of overwhelmed all concerns.  He lay his schlong against Suzie’s pussy and humped.
	Suzie got some enjoyment from it, Chris rubbed to hard and she had to bite her lip, but as long as he was getting pleasure…
	He wasn’t getting as much pleasure out of the deal as he hoped.  He needed to be IN.  He poked her pussy, sat up and dragged the head of his cum squirter up and down her slit.  His mind raced, could he fuck her?  What would happen after?  How would she be, would she be alright?
	
                                              *****

	“Whattya looking’ at?”
	His eyes stared out over the waving sawtile grasses and reeds.  There was no horse or rider.  He sighed, cocked a cheek and let one fly.
	Brrrrr-rip!
	Harold made a gagging sound and fell over.  Chris strained to try and force another but couldn’t.  Harold acted up and made a death-gag scene.  
	The sun felt good, warming their fresh nude young bodies.  There were chores to be done, still to be done, but screw, a day to fuck off was a day to fuck off and enjoy.  Chris’ old man had gone to town, taking Suzie with him.  
	Chris’ mind was still mostly filled with his “dream.”  none of which he shared with best pal, Harold.  On a fluke Harold had come to the Mitchell ranch, he seemed light hearted and all, but Chris knew that there was trouble (again) at home, Harold and his step-father didn’t get along.  It was a five mile jaunt far Harold, but he didn’t care and used a neighbor’s bike (who wasn’t aware but oh well…)
	Swimming in the agricultural ponds was okay, but there were better places, more remote, too.  Half way to said remote local (which was an old abandoned quarry) the boys shucked their clothes and ran willy nilly butt bare assed naked.
	They had dove right into the remote pond, it was deep--damn deep, chucked full of concrete from the city, old abandoned cars, old washers and refrigerators, and tires.  It was dangerous--which was why the boys made a point to swim there.
	The quarry pond was filled by a diverted stream of water.
	Just how deep the quarry pond was wasn’t known, the boys had never touched bottom.  There were jutting concrete precipices in which to leap off of and the boys did this repeatedly.
	A few times while Chris treaded water in the pond waiting for Harold to make his leap.  He stared up to his pal, trying not to be caught eyeing his friend’s dangling wanger--so as not to be labled a gay wad.
	After their swim they sat on the sand, dried off with the help of mother nature and then;
	“Whattya think of Ms. Pepper?” Chris asked sort of out of the blue.
	“Ms. Pepper, hot damn!  She’s cool.  Why?”
	“Oh, I dunno, she always gives me--”
	“What?”
	“G-good grades, she always gives me good grades!” Chris said stammering and beginning to sweat.  Could he tell his best pal he had a hard-on for Ms. Pepper?  He was now dreaming about her and everything?
	“Yeah, she gives me good grades, too.”
	“She gives everyone good grades, dumb ass!” smirked Chris.
	“Yeah, she’s easy!  Not like Mr. Beavers, that fucker’s psycho!”
	“She winks at me.” Chris blurted out.
	“What?” Harold said being caught off guard.
	“S-she winks at me?”
	“Big deal, she winks at everyone.”
	The subject of GIRLS came to be, every girl they knew at school, the girls from the nearby high school, the check out girls at the supermarket, cousins, aunts, movie star girls (and women.)  
	All this talk slowly drove the boys into a state of arousal.
	After a time they slyly noted they were watching one another.
	They giggled and laughed and smirked, “You gay wad!”
	“Homo!”
	It didn’t stop them for masturbating, though.
	“Who do you think of when you jerk off?” Harold asked off the cuff.
	“Fuck, man, it don’t matter, anyone and everyone.”
	“Yeah, me too.”
	More jerking.
	“Man, I was jacking off in my room once when my MOM walked in.”
	“Oh shit, what did you do?  What did SHE do?”
	“She just looked and slammed the door shut, I kept whacking off until I blasted a load off, splattering the wall and everything!”
	The boys busted up and laughed about it.
	“You ever been caught?” Harold asked.
	 Chris had, his dad had caught him once out in the barn, nothing came of it, not even a scolding or spanking!
	Then, Harold stated, “Man, you are so lucky to have a sister!” he said it kind of low like and it possibly wasn’t supposed to be spoken at all.  It was one of those statements where it was out of the mouth before the brain could stop it.
	Chris didn’t say anything, his cock got harder and had begun to spurt as he thought of his sister; sucking him, jerking him, nakedly humping him.
	“Oh shit!” Chris blurted.
	Harold watched (closely) as Chris leaned back some and began to jerk harder, switching hands and emptying his mind of whimsy, just concentrating on cumming off.
	“Man, I wish I had a hole to fuck!” Chris blurted out.
	“Have you ever?” Harold queried.
	“Just my hand.” Chris said not missing a stroke.
	Harold lightly stroked his own bone, curiously watching his friend.
	“Man this feels so good!” Chris blurted.
	Harold then rolled over and laid in the sand, he squeezed his butt and worked his organ into the sand.  Chris watched him, watched him hump the sand, fondle his ass.  He seemed determined.
	“Man, I’m so fucking horny!” Harold bleated.
	“Yeah, me too.”
	Harold continued to hump (the sand) and Chris continued to jerk off.  A steady stream of cum spurted from Chris’ cock.  He made appropriate noises and squeezed every bit of cum out until he couldn’t.  His cock, though, didn’t limp out like usual.  It was still “thick.”  It was also still “excited”, or something relatively close.
	Harold continued humping the sand, he smacked his ass and Chris watched in awe, getting horny. (hornier!)
	Harold rolled to his side and feverishly jacked himself.  Chris watched.  Harold struggled to cum, he smacked his ass, squeezing hard a cheek and straining to make orgasm good.
	“Man, you ever stuff something in your ass!?” the words were out of his mouth before he could think.
	“What!?  Dude, you serious!?” Harold almost paused in his circle jerking.  He squeezed his organ, face full of strain.  
	Chris bit his lip, ‘Man, what a fucking idiot, why’d you say THAT for!?’
	But then, “What’s it like?”
	“Uh, okay, I guess.”
	“Whattya stuff up there?” Harold asked, he rolled back onto his stomach, lightly straining against warm sand.  He smacked his ass some more, squeezing a cheek and trying to finger fuck his backdoor.
	Chris told him, broom stick, bottle necks, anything that would “fit.”
	Harold looked around, “Fuck, man, ain’t nothing like that around here.”
	“Naw, just my dick!” Chris laughed and giggled.
	Harold then rolled with his back facing his friend, parting his cheek even more, exposing his “hole.”  Chris gulped.  Just like the dream.  Could he?  Should he?  Harold seemed willing.  Would Harold freak out at the last minute, or make it some sort of ha-ha joke and lable Chris a homo when the attempt to sodomize came to be.
	“You do me and then I’ll do you.” Harold spurted.  Chris scooted over on his knees.  Harold’s ass was okay, he would prefer to fuck a girl’s ass, though.  Harold really seemed to be “offering.”  Chris debated, slyly he pinched himself--just checking.
	He felt the pain of the pinch.  He felt the warmth of the sun, heard the buzzing of flies.  “I’ve never put it up a butt before!” exclaimed Chris.
	Harold shrugged, “Me neither.”  He moved to a new position, ass up in the air, face down on the sand.  He worked his cock with one hand and parted his ass with the other.
	“Come on, dude, just do it, then I can do you.”
	Chris gulped.  ‘Great.’
	The hole was “clean”, that was a plus.  There were the hairy balls dangling down, and Harold’s schlong he was stroking.  It seemed different somehow and not like the shower scene.  Chris stepped up closer and diddled his finger into his cum spunk, then applied it to friend Harold’s corn hole.
	‘Oh man!’ Chris yapped to himself, ‘I can’t fucking believe I’m doing this!’  he drizzled some spittle onto the unfucked hole, then pressed the head of his gooey cock to the entrance.
	Harold gripped both cheeks and held his breath, trying to force his anus to accept the intrusion.  Chris applied steady pressure, forcing in his dong and trying to concentrate.
	The first attempt wasn’t happening.  Chris pulled out and simply humped his friend’s sandy warm bum.  He then looked around and saw something in the grass at the edge of the quarry.
	It wasn’t a long neck like he was used to, but an old short neck beer bottle.  Chris spit on to coat the neck, then re-spit on Harold’s hole.  The bottle then was insert and deftly sodomized Harold’s rectum.
	Moments later and Chris was sodomizing him himself.

	He came hard.  A gallon of jiz at least.  It was the most incredible feeling of orgasmic bliss he had ever known--except for the time he pasted his sister’s face.  He held onto his friend’s cheeks, reaching around toying with his cock and balls and slamming into his asshole until he was well spent.
	His cock was a little soiled, but a “sand wash” took care of that.  Chris sat back on his heels, watching Harold’s rectum close up, cum oozing out of the hole.
	Chris chewed on the side of his mouth, farted, and continuously worked his dong.  Harold smacked his ass, diddled his hole and turned about to face his friend.
	His friend laid out on the ground, just because.  He flopped his cum squirter, massaged his balls and couldn’t believe what he had just done.  He wondered if they COULD have a fling in the shower room some day!
	And for no other reason just because Chris pulled his legs back.  It was a Missionary Position, but different.  Harold didn’t mind, didn’t care.  He ogled his friend’s wares, Chris cringed at the anticipation of penetration, curiously wondering how different it would be than that of a zucchini, broom handle, wine bottle…
	He pulled his balls up and horny friend Harold pressed the head of his schlong to friend Chris’ bung hole.  Spittle and pre-cum made the penetration easier, pre-sodomy with the use of fingers and the beer bottle, too.  Harold’s dire determination finally made “headway” and butt fucking was on the go.
	Chris held his legs back, grinding his shoulders into the hot sand, his mind whirling as his asshole was plugged.  It was certainly a new experience, it was different, much different than fucking himself!
	Harold drove his bone into his friend’s rectum, pulling out and humping the ball sack, then reinserting and humping madly until he was getting to the point of exhaustion and orgasm.
	Chris bit his lip and endured.  The presence of Harold’s dong in his asshole was something, really something.  Chris didn’t care for the Missionary Position, he rolled over--with Harold trying to keep his dick in Chris’ hole.  Harold continued on with the humping until he did cum off, he masturbated Chris’ cock and fondled his balls and squirted a mega load of cum.

                                                        *****

	He smoothed his hand over Suzie’s ass.  It was a glorious ass.  He would prefer someone his age, or Ms. Pepper, or anyone but his sister.  But circumstances didn’t allow and he had no choice.  And Suzie was willing!
	At their favorite spot was the best, although they had risked it in the barn, up in the loft in their “fort.”  a construct of hay bales piled around.  Here they could be naked and naughty all they liked once their took off to do work in a far orchard or into town for business.
	Running around naked in the barn, the house, the yard got to be a regular thing.  Chris got more and more frisky, tonguing his sister’s pussy, licking her asshole and teaching the fine art of finger banging herself.  The use of hot dog wieners and other various suitable veggies were used on Suzie’s poon and pooter.
	The taste of Chris’ spillage was still displeasing to the little girl, but she did it anyways, sucking it up from the piss slit and sometimes swallowing, too!  Chris preferred jerking off onto her pussy, diddling the spunk all over her young poon, finger it into her asshole where then he could semi easily stuff her hole with his cock.
	Their father had taken off early in the day, as soon as the old pickup was out of sight down the gravely road and the cloud of dust had settled, the two Mitchell children amscrayed, it was a warm sunny day and chores would always be there waiting.  At Chris primary spot was their destination, he preferred it over all others.
	They were naked before they got to there.
	Chris’ cock was stiff before they got there.  He loved watching his naked sister strip off her clothes and then run before him.  He imagined mostly Daphne, Hanna, Rachel, Raylynn, Ms. Pepper.
	His tongue flicked into Suzie’s backdoor.  He had been in her hole a few times prior, each time was like the first, though.  He enjoyed it, he still hadn’t gotten to go off into her pussy.  He feared hurting her or worse!  He had successfully broken her “cherry”, though--the use of those veggies and hot dogs, his fingers.  It had freaked the young girl a great deal and a great deal of effort was needed to calm her down.  (that and two weeks allowance!)
	So her sweet mouth and tight poop chute was it.
	He longed to know what it was like to sink his bone into a girl’s pussy.  It was those thoughts that helped him enjoy butt fucking Suzie.  He tried going at it slowly, poking his way half inch by half inch, gripping her hips and self-gliding into her body.  The pressure, though, was intense, squeezing his super sensitive cock head until the strain was too much and he slammed the remaining cock in, then pulled most of the way out--and then back in.  and then repeat, several times. 
	He tried to maintain a civil mode of slow fucking, but that wasn’t going to happen.  The more he “repeated” the sodomizing of his sister’s corn chute the more intense the pressure was to speed up and fuck!
	So he did.
	He reached around and diddled Suzie’s pussy, fondled her flat nipples, and reamed her asshole until he exploded.  Once done, he was immediately exhausted.  He sat back to watch Suzie’s hole push out the goo he had spilled.
	Suzie fingered it, farted and pushed out a bunch of the goo spill.
	Chris laughed and Suzie commenced to peeing.

	She sat on his lap, the afternoon had turned lazy for the two horny-naughty Mitchell children, Chris caressed Suzie’s ass, Suzie dozed.  His severely aching bone rested against her poon, skillfully he prodded her slit, pressing the head of his cock into her.
	So in tune with his doings he wasn’t paying any attention to anything else.
	“What’s that noise?” Suzie asked sleepily.
	Chris paused, cum seeping out of his fuck pole and soiling Suzie’s cunt.  He strained to listen and got a bad feeling.  His asshole tightened up, he strained to hear for certain.
	“Shit!” he exclaimed.
	“What?  What is it?” then, “Don’t cuss.”
	“The generator, the windmill generator.”
	“What about it?”
	“It’s own, stupid.” Chris stood.  There were five generators for the Mitchell farm, all but four of them were automatic.  The generator for the windmill was not.  Someone had switched it on.  Chris gulped, “Fuck, dad’s home.”  he caressed/rubbed his ass, knowing an impending ass beating was looming.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” Suzie blurted.
	“Yeah…” Chris breathed.  ‘We’re in deep shit.’  it was late afternoon, a whole bunch of daily chores hadn’t been done, not one. 
	Slowly the two dressed and made their way home in silence.

	Their father was waiting for them.  The windmill that pulled water out of the ground deep churned in the lifeless warm day air.  Normally wind power was used but it had been days without significant wind and the farm’s water tower and underground cistern needed replenishing.
	“Maybe I ought to just go into the barn and bend over!”
	Suzie said nothing, bit into her lip and clenched up her butt.  The two held hands and sheepishly made their way to the back door where their father was standing.
	He had his belt dangling in one hand.  He stepped out of the screen in back porch and shook his head, indicating that the kiddies weren’t going to be going inside.  He nodded towards the barn.  Chris’ ass tightened up, he eyed the belt and gulped.  Suzie already began to cry.
	In the barn, “Get ‘em down.” their father said.  He smacked the belt against his thigh.  Timidly and slowly Chris obeyed his dad, sliding down his jeans and boxers.  He let out some air and then “assumed” the position laying over a hay bale.
	Beside him Suzie stood, wetting her pants and bawling.
	The first smack resounded inside the old family barn.  The smack was pretty intense and set young Chris’ ass afire instantly.  Then there was a second smack, a third, a fourth, and a fifth.  Chris’ ass was near to bleeding, the belt cutting into the crease of his ass and his legs.  (the back of his legs at the thighs got a smack, too.)
	Chris held onto the bale of hay, cringing and pursing his lips, holding them in and decreeing to himself that he WOULD NOT call out.  He knew he had fucked up and shirked his responsibilities, but damn!
	There was one more swat, the hardest yet.  Chris nearly came unglued.  His ass was beyond being on fire.  He was near dazed and couldn’t hear anything anymore, his mind was on fire, too.  
	There was a calming, though. His burning flesh would take a while to cool down, he kept himself from screaming out, cussing, or fighting back.  He endured and settled his mind onto Harold, Denise, Ms. Pepper, that horse rider gal, the little girl behind the mini mall, those boys, and everyone else.
	This helped, his ass still burned, but then he became aware of something else going on.  His was being rubbed.  Out of the corner of his eye he could see his sister standing, she had pissed her pants pretty good, face full of tears, sniveling and crying up a storm.  
	He wasn’t fondling himself, his hands were clenched into the hay.
	He tightened up his ass, his toes cringing, mind blinking on and off, cock smooched up against the unrelenting straw.  He couldn’t figure it, only that his dad was sizing the searing moons for placement of the next belting.
	Suddenly, though, there was an intrusion.  It was brief, but a “finger” nonetheless breeched his anal rim.  Chris was shocked.  What new tactic was this?   Then his cringing ball sac was grabbed and pulled up between the legs.
	“Suze, go in the house and take your clothes off, change out of them, take a bath.”
	Chris watched as for a moment the girl was taken by her father’s words, she wasn’t going to get a belting?  She cowered some against the empty stall she braced against, looked at her brother’s smoldering bare ass, then fled.  Quickly.
	Chris waited, anticipating the rash beating to continue.
	But it was more of the previous, a brief anal probing and ass fondling, ball “weighing.”  
	“When you’ve got things to do around here, son, I expect you to do them first before anything else.”
	Chris nodded.  They had had this conversation before, many times.  Chris, though, had it as ‘Pleasure before anything else.’
	Chris’ mind went into overdrive when a “BIG” finger came pressing against his fiery flesh.  ‘What the hell?’  by his foolings with Harold, Chris knew what the “big finger” was, his dad’s cock, pressing against his flaming cheeks, up and down his crack, nuzzling his ball sac.
	Chris gulped, this wasn’t happening.  Was it?
	Was it still that stupid dream?
	Couldn’t be, his ass hurt.  Bad.
	Something shiny caught Chris’ eye, he looked to his side on the hay strewn ground to see a lid, a lid from a can of utter balm.  He then flinched as his asshole was niftily probed and smeared with the balm--used for softening up a cow’s utter as well as keeping a human’s hands from cracking and drying out.
	Then there was greater probing, Chris knew--he knew what was happening, but couldn’t understand it.  He closed his eyes and clung to the hay bale doggedly while his father slipped his cock into him.
	It went slowly in, Chris had seen his father’s dong, they had peed out in the woods, he had seen his father naked and he was a man with a man-length cock.  Chris felt every inch of the manly prong sliding into him.  He held his breath and griped the metal wire holding the hay together as a bale.
	The pumping action came moments later, after a few seconds of incredible endurance of just being fully seated.  It was far different than being fucked by Harold.  Harold’s cock was small, Chris guessed that his own bone was about the same (up Harold’s shit tube.)
	Carl reached around and grabbed his son’s cock, it was limp, but not after some fondling and the “pumping action” began.  Chris tried to buck into his father, but his body was still wracked with searing pains, he was pushed too much against the hay, too.
	Carl scooted back some, placing his hands onto his son’s hips and dragging him back as well.  Chris tried to relax, this was something, this was new.  This could only be a dream, couldn’t it?

	The moment of orgasm came, Chris could feel the jutting of the daddy dong in his ass, he could feel when Harold came, too.  Chris stroked his organ, squeezed his balls and waited.
	The poppycock popped out and smeared against the still inflamed cheeks, “Let’s go in the house.” said his father.  Chris gulped, Suzie.
	Chris scrounged about to pick up his clothes, noting that his father merely stood masturbating, shaking the bits of cum all over.  “I don’t think we’ll need those anymore.”
	‘What!!??’ Chris shook his head.  
	Carl left his clothes on the barn floor and strolled out towards the house.
	“Holy shit!” remarked Chris.  He blinked his eyes, rubbed his still burning ass and followed his bizarre father, leaving his clothes where they lay.