This is a story of fooling, unprotected sex, and is a body of work of fable. In real life, use a safe, damnit ! Unwanted babe, HIV and all form of lesser intimate diseases await the idiot who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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The Lost kindred ( m-solo, f-solo, mF, mf, mm, 1st, con game, interr, nc, unwritten, impreg ?, reluc )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Two years ago :

Everything shook, waking Jason from his nap. Where was he ? The light flickered off and back on. He looked around the sheet cabin. Oh, right ... he and his Christian midsection school form were on their way household from their misstep to Hawaii.

The hired jet plane shook again, and boom roared ripe outside. Again the lights flickered. other pupil gasped ... he heard one girl crying.

Sister Nancy entered the cabin from the front. `` Keep calm, everyone ! The pilot says we 'll be through this soon. ``

Then a strait as gimcrack as the world smashed into Jason 's drumhead. The inside of the cabin briefly lit up blench blue air and the plane broke into a dive. He felt his stomach rise at the sudden loss of altitude and in the aftermath of the flash he saw Sister Nancy 's head word hit the ceiling just before the lights went out for good.

Everyone was screaming. He could feel the weightlessness of freefall pushing him up against his seat bang. He wondered if he might lose his lunch. He struggled to remember what he had for lunch, the absurdity of such a thought lost to him as they plummeted from the sky.

And then there was nothing.

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Now :

Jason crept through the undergrowth, careful not to touch any of the plant around him. The pig was no Thomas More than 50 feet ahead. He held his spear tightly as he painstakingly skirted fern and frond. Closer, closer ...

At 15 feet the pig squealed and started to run. `` Damnit ! '' thought Jason, and he broke into a sprint. His shoes, while coming apart from the soles at the toes, still had enough stride to keep him footsure as he dashed forward.

The pig darted through the brush, barely seeable, but loud so Jason would n't lose it. He was gaining.

Jason scooped up a fist-sized rock as he ran, tossing it ahead and off to the left where the pig seemed to be headed. Sure enough, the sound of the Oliver Stone hitting the ground forced the pig to swing back across Jason 's sights. In one swift movement he swung his arm, the spear arcing forward, cutting into the beast 's side of meat. The pig screamed and dropped to the ground. Jason was upon it within a second, knife in hand, and he brought it down across the pig 's throat. A blowup of blood and it was over.

Panting, Jason sat down following to his killing. He was about an minute from coterie. Dragging the carcass all the way back would be gruelling, but necessity. Game was hardly these days.

He looked down at his rupture pants and skid, now covered in rakehell. Bleah ! He did n't savour the idea of that drying as he trekked back home.

Now that it was mum he heard something and paused ... it was a feeble piss audio. A waterfall ? He wiped his knife on the fauna 's fur, sheathed it, and then picked the spear up. Both were actually the same kind of blade : a kitchen knife from the doss planing machine, though the latter was tied to a sturdy balanced stick. He grabbed the pig by its hind legs and dragged it toward the sound.

A few minutes later he broke out of the forest to dazzling sunshine. When his imagination adapted he could see the waterfall cresting down to a consortium. The water supply was as blue as he 'd ever seen. He pulled the pig down the hill, left it in the shade ( but where he could keep it in sight ), and dived in. The water was cool than the warm tropic air but not common cold ... it was fantastic after his recent sweat. He moved back closer to the shore and removed his clothes, giving them a good squishing to get the gore off as best he could, and then he left them on the surrounding John Rock so that they would dry in the sun.

He splashed around for a piece, enjoying himself, not at all mindful of his surroundings.

Dark eyes watched the boy. shadow cutis kept the watcher unnoticed in the shadows of the trees as Jason swam back and Forth, diving and surfacing. Jason finally clambered up to where his clothes were, and the iniquity optic widened as they beheld the boy 's bare, athletic form.

Jason lay down next to his dress and reclined, enjoying the sun 's rays on his suntanned pelt. He closed his eyes and brought his bridge player down to his cock, which had already started to harden in the warm sunlight.

The watcher moved to the side to get a better horizon of what the boy was doing. Jason started to stroke his penis, the shaft lengthening as he did so. The watchman 's new hiding position afforded a great perspective of Jason pleasuring himself. The watcher 's breathing became heavy.

Jason 's cock was now almost 6 inches long, and hard. He skimmed his deal up and down the dig, feeling the delight build. He thought about the girls in his class, though it had been so long since he had seen any of them that they were corresponding faceless dolls with legs showing under their school skirts in his mind. Still, it was enough ... he thought about a faceless girl taking off her clothes in front of him, reaching for his member ...

'' Aah ! '' he gasped as he spurted his cum up in the air and onto his chest of drawers. That was good, he thought. He took a moment, and then got up in order of magnitude to wash himself off. He had just dipped his feet back into the pee when he heard something from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree on the rising above the kitty, a whining speech sound ... was that an animal ?

He quietly slipped from the consortium, making sure that he was no longer in sight of whatever was up there, and made his way up the former side of the hill. He kept quiet as he approached whatever it was from the side. As he got closer he mentally kicked himself for leaving his artillery on the rocks.

Now whatever it was sounded like it was making a high-pitched grunting. Another pig ? It did n't go quite aright. Finally he was just on the other incline of the tree from whatever it was. It was now or never !

Jason leapt around the tree and tackled the figure crouching there. A fizgig alike to his went flying to the side and a cry of alarm came from ...

Jason looked down at his captive. He could n't believe his eyes. A ... girl ? He had n't seen a girl in over a class. His surprisal did n't keep him from pinning her implements of war back when she tried to range him off of her, though.

He looked at her. dark skin, hanker dark tomentum ... he vaguely remembered her from his shoal, though not her name. `` Beautiful ... '' he uttered, unaware that he had said it aloud.

The girl stopped struggling when he said that, and looked at him sitting on her chest. He was well muscled and tanned from 2 long time of tropical island keep, and fine-looking besides. His hair was cut shortstop, though poorly, and had been bleached blonde from the sun. His bluing center looked down at her, though she realized that while he had been looking at her face when he complimented her, he was n't anymore. His eyes scanned her torso.

The girl had the most beautiful deep brown brown skin showing all around the rend Burgundy wine half top that had once been her school day consistent shirt. Jason 's optic nearly bugged out when he saw the large protrusion straining at the shirt 's nominal head. He brought his face finisher to hers. She smelled ... strange. No, he realized as he moved his face to the side, it was her hand that smelled, a travail scent coalesce with something else ... something that made his cock stir.

She felt that. She also felt the remnants of his earlier ejaculation drip from his bureau onto her stomach. Her eyes widened in fearfulness and she tensed up.

'' I wo n't hurt you. '' Jason said, reassuringly. `` I 'm going to let go of you now, but no sudden moves, okay ? ``

She nodded, her middle swinging from his facial expression to the wetness on her abdomen. Jason let go of her arms, but stayed crouched above her stomach. Finally she spoke :

'' What are you gon na do to me ? ``

He paused. He had n't actually thought about it. Perhaps if he had n't just finished masturbating his primitive instinct would make kicked in when he saw her boobs pressing against her shirt, but he had a more useable brainiac now. It still did n't state him what he should do, though.

'' Will you let me go if I give you ... a kiss ? '' she asked, her eyes fearful, or ... excited ?

He looked at her lips, full and dark pink. `` I ... yes. ``

He let her up and they looked at each other to a greater extent fully. Her shoal annulus had likewise been ripped over the geezerhood so it was Sir Thomas More of a loincloth, and her iniquity shapely peg showed almost all the way up to her hips on the slope. His putz started to inure again. Her gaze lingered between his legs and he realized that he was still naked.

Suddenly she rushed forward, grabbed his face and pulled his lips to hers. He felt as though the lightning that had brought their plane down had struck again, this prison term through his solid soundbox. He returned the girl 's osculation tentatively, and then she broke away, grabbed her spear and bolted into the brush while he stood there with a silly grin on his face.

As soon as Makayla had gotten sufficiently far from the boy the little girl stopped behind a tree and touched the white essence the boy had left on her tummy, which had rolled down and partly soaked into the girdle of her loincloth. She brought it up to her nozzle and gave it a sniff. She had n't smelled anything like it before. Then she tasted it ... salty ! She transferred the rest from her midriff onto her finger and gave it another lick. Her vagina still felt all tingly from when she was touching herself while watching the boy. She took the finger, wet from her saliva and a minuscule bit of his sperm, and returned it to her clitoris, finishing the onanism she had started earlier.

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Jason returned to camp down, still thinking about what had happened in the forest. The other male child greeted the successful hunter 's coming back. They would feed for a calendar week on the pig he dragged behind him.

Jason saw Dylan tending the fire, preparing it for the evening, and noticed a fresh shiner under one of Dylan 's eye. The son were getting more than rowdy as they got onetime, and sometimes they needed to `` let off some steam, '' usually involving fist. Getting away from that was one of the reasons Jason liked hunting, although today 's joke added a new reason.

Jason dropped the pig off at the `` electric refrigerator cave, '' which had a cool flow at the rear that kept the cave cool enough to preserve the meat they caught until they finished it. He nodded at George, their loss leader, as the elder boy watched Jason from the stoop of his hut in the center of camp.

Jason returned to his own hut and stripped down, thinking of the fille and how she had felt when he had caught her, her dark skin hot against his as she struggled underneath him, the mounds on her pectus straining at her ripped schooltime shirt. He started masturbating again.

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Makayla returned to her own encampment, which had been set up around the wreckage of their plane that had crashed what felt like so long ago. Her risky venture with the boy had made her sufficiently distracted so that her own hunt was stillborn. She hoped Mary had found something, or they would not eat tonight.

On the outskirts of her camp she passed the cemetery. Sister Barbara, several bookman, and the airplane pilot had died on impact. Some had injuries that Sister Nancy had been capable to help with when she was in her lucid mo. Some, including the co-pilot, had died from those accidental injury. There had been 19 subsister, almost evenly split for grammatical gender. 4 more had died from disease since their clash landing.

The graves were marked with come away seat backrest from the plane as keystone. She bowed her head to the departed as she passed. 'There, but for the grace of God, go I ,'she thought to herself.

One of the scouts must cause reported Makayla 's advance to Joan, as the stocky loss leader of their tribe was heading toward her. Makayla stopped, lowering her pass ... she had failed.

Joan took Makayla 's spear and pointed to the cage, gaping unfold as if it was some hungry wildcat waiting to be fed. Makayla silently entered the cage and lay down on the bench there.

A nighttime in the John Cage for an abortive Richard Morris Hunt. sister Nancy had made the rule over a year ago. Even after the fallout from that decision, she still held to it. Joan closed and locked the batting cage, and then turned her back on Makayla as she walked away.

Makayla considered the batting cage. She had been in it often enough. The door had originally led from the front section of the carpenter's plane to the cockpit, but when the woodworking plane had cracked apart during the smash, this section had been driven into the side of a hill. The door still worked, and locked, though the cockpit that it had protected had been found tons of yards away. With only one window on the side for light, it was gloomy and depressing. Also, since the door had been designed to keep out plane highjacker and the other end of it was solid earth, there was no way to go against out.

Makayla thought about the beautiful boy she had spied upon, and who had captured her as she pleasured herself. Why had she been so excited by his au naturel physical structure, and how it felt on top of her ? It had been her idea to use a kiss to dislodge herself. That osculation ! She had almost not ended it, though she did n't cognize what else she would have done if she had stayed.

The shapely teenage girl removed her apparel and started to masturbate again, thinking about her adventure earlier that day.

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There was no need to hunt for a few solar day, but when the time came Jason headed back toward the falls. The missy was n't there, and why would she be, he thought to himself. Still, he searched the nearby area.

After a one-half time of day he heard something off to the side. He headed that way, ears pricked, thrifty not to make any haphazardness himself.

His effort were in vain, though, as he had already been spotted and was now the prey, not the hunter. As he passed under a tree there was a interference above and something hit him from behind. He was able-bodied to keep the gig in deal but got a mouthful of rich earth as he landed face first.

A foundation stomped on his weapon system hand and it unwillingly gave up the spear, which was kicked off to the incline by his assaulter 's other foot. A articulatio genus came down on his backbone and his tongue was pulled from its cocktail dress. Then he was no longer pinned.

Jason carefully rolled over, looking up at his attacker. Another pretty fille, this one White with saturnine hair, her rive clothes showing off her toned legs and midriff, as the previous little girl 's had. She was crouching and pointing the patronage end of his knife at him.

'' Hi, '' he said, holding his hands up to indicate his surrender. `` You caught me fair and substantial. Um ... can I break you a osculate to let me go ? '' He beamed a toothy grinning at her.

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Jason was roughly pushed into the female camp, still limping from the flush to the ballock that had been the only result to his cheeky question. As he made his way forward he remembered the close clock time he had been here, almost 2 years ago.

Sister Nancy had been acting screwball ever since she had hit her forefront during the crash, and had ordered a series of penalisation, including whipping and setting up the half buried cockpit section of the aeroplane as a jail cell. She was particularly operose on the boy, who she kept saying were `` repelling ''. In the end all the boy left, led by George, and they moved to the former side of the island. Neither group had seen the early again, until a few sidereal day ago.

As expected, he drew a crew of several girls, including the one he had been looking for. She looked at him with dread as he was shoved past.

He was pushed down on his knees next to the main section of the fallen planing machine. A tarp covered a gap in the fuselage, which was pushed aside as babe Nancy strode out.

She looked much as she had years ago, with her habit as immaculate as it could be, given the circumstances. Her haughty look had not changed, and her eyes still held that craziness that had pushed all the boys to leave. In fact, she looked like she might have gotten crazier.

'' Jason, '' she said. Even crazy, her storage was as unadulterated as it had ever been. `` Look at you, all grown up now. ``

He did n't like the way she was looking at him, her gaze evaluating his form. He lowered his eyes.

'' Cage, '' was her only Son before turning her back to him and returning to her cabin.

Jason was pulled to his feet by two of the girls, both armed with spears, and directed into the cage. The door slammed and locked behind him. He could barely see through the scandal obscuring the only windowpane, but guessed that there was about a one-half dozen girl in the refugee camp, not counting sister Nancy.

He tried the door but, as expected, it was firmly latched, as it had been the last clip he had been incarcerated in the coop, over a year ago.

He sat on the bench and waited. Every once in a while individual would attend in through the windowpane, though he could n't narrate who it had been, or even if it was the same person each meter. After it got dark he lay down and went to sleep.

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Jason was awoken in the morning by the sound of the door unlocking. He sprang to his feet, ready to burst out, but quickly belayed that architectural plan when two spearpoint preceded their owners, who then beckoned him out.

The girls let him take care of his business organization in the latrine they had set up just outside of camp. The girls watched him very carefully, angling their promontory to try to spy what was between his legs as he did so. After that he was brought into the plane cabin and pushed to sit in one of the seats. septenary miss were here, as well as sister Nancy.

Sister Nancy stood up to address her kindred : `` We have been on this island a long time, '' she began, `` and I have given up Leslie Townes Hope that we will ever be rescued. '' This divine revelation caused a stir among her audience, stifled by her raised hand.

She continued, `` To live on here is one thing, but it does not run across our Creator 's commandment : 'Be fruitful and multiply .'When the wicked, wicked boys went away I thought that that was for the best, but I see now that our Lord works in mystic ways, returning this boy -- this young man -- to us at the appointed hour. ``

'' Remove his trousers, '' Sister Nancy commanded. As one girl put him in a headlock and two other young woman pulled his gasp off, sis Nancy pulled her riding habit up and over her head.

Jason had never thought of Sister Nancy in any way but as an unattractive elder cleaning lady, an authority physical body, but now she was completely naked in battlefront of him. He could n't help but look at her mature consistency : the breasts that were declamatory than any of the female students', her wide hips, her white shapely legs that were definitely not as toned as any of the miss'but were still attractive. Despite his fear his now freed cock started to harden. The girls holding his pants jumped back at the sight of it.

'' Grab his arms, '' Sister Nancy directed. Jason 's blazonry were pulled to the slope and held there by the two girls that had taken his pant. The female child who had put him in a headlock had let go and was now looking down from above.

'' Pay attention, girls, '' the nun said, climbing onto Jason 's lap and practically mashing her knocker in his face. He could experience her hand grasp his fellow member firmly, causing it to season even more.

'' This is his member, '' she continued, `` it will fit into your vagina, just like this. watch closely. ``

Jason could n't see what she was doing, but then the brain of his penis was suddenly surrounded by a close, wet warmth.

'' Mmm ... '' Sister Nancy moaned. She lifted her hips a bit and then sat back down. The wet, affectionate tightness moved further down his extremity and it felt incredible, much expert than when he masturbated.

The girl all gathered around Sister Nancy, getting a good look at how Jason 's penis slipped inside her. They could n't consider that thing fit ! Some of the female child rubbed their thigh together, spurred on by a unusual itchy feeling between them.

Sister Nancy continued, `` You want to make sure that the boy 's phallus is rubbed as it goes in and out of your vagina. '' She rose up and sat back down, eliciting a groan from Jason. `` This ... mmm ... will help you to elicit his spermatozoan, his cum. '' This caused a murmur from the girls. Some had heard those words when they were vernal.

Jason could n't trust how commodity this felt, despite being a prisoner. baby Nancy bounced on his shaft now, faster, harder, gasping and groaning. She continued to flirt her boobs in his nerve, turning him on even more.

Jason 's cock felt really honorable all of a sudden, and he arched his back.

'' Yes ! Yes ! '' Sister Nancy cried out, `` He 's ready to give me his seeded player. Do it, boy ! '' She bounced on Jason harder.

'' Uuuhhh ! '' Jason gasped into Sister Nancy 's boobflesh as he felt his balls give up the plunder. His cock swelled inside the nun 's mature physical structure and then started to spout his sperm late inside her.

She continued to tantalise the boy, making his cock continue to feel incredible and urging even more of his cum to inundate her good generative system.

Finally, no more came out and she rose up. Both of them gave a foiled moan as Jason 's cock came free. It flopped back onto his stomach and various of the girls gasped at the sight of it.

Sister Nancy stepped back and slipped her habit back on. `` If God is willing, this boy 's sister will part to turn in my belly soon. You girls will do the Saame as you just saw, starting with those whose periods started two hebdomad ago. Those lady friend will have eggs make for his sperm. ``

The girls all looked at Jason 's wilting phallus as if it was a serpent. No one touched it.

babe Nancy smiled. `` He will take time to recover. The first of you will match with him in an 60 minutes. make him back to the Cage. ``

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As he sat in the cage, still naked, Jason thought about what had just happened. He had had sex ! With Sister Nancy ! He shook his caput ... never in a million years would he have considered that possible. He had always thought that nun buoy did n't have private persona, being all featureless down there like Barbie dolly. Clearly that was not the type, but he was pretty sure as shooting that conical buoy were n't supposed to have sex, being the wife of God or something.

sister Nancy was clearly mad ... and she was going to have his child ? Jason did n't like the thought process of that, even though his cock had obviously liked it.

He touched his cock, still damp from the forced pairing, and then brought his fingers up to his nose. He recognized the smell as being similar to what he had sniffed on the black girl 's finger's breadth when he had caught her spying on him a couple of days ago. Had she been touching her vagina then ?

That implication, in combination with the smell, caused his softened dick to break a lurch. In the dim light he could see it rising a bit at the intellection of that girl putting her fingers between her legs.

He played with his cock a bit but did n't reach orgasm. He was too worried.

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A while later the John Milton Cage Jr. door unlocked and once again two spear-point poked their way in, though this metre a young charwoman walked into the cage between them before the guards entered.

Jason sat up, covering his bareness with his hands. In the dim Inner Light he made out that she was Caucasian, slim, and had light hair, but he could n't make out her face because the sun was behind her.

'' We have to ... you know ... '' the girlfriend said, clearly uncomfortable. She unfastened what was left of her skirt, leaving her bare from the waist down. She waited.

Jason did n't know what to do, though when he saw the silhouette of the young lady 's toned legs he felt his penis hardening again.

The guards had entered the cage by this point and were watching. One of them rattled her spear and said, `` Put your deal by your side, BOY. ``

Jason did so, revealing his now hard cock. All three girls took a step back at the stack. Then the half naked girlfriend moved forward and stood over the sitting boy, her eyes wide, unable to lay off looking at his penis.

Jason felt like a circus attraction. He sat still as the miss clambered into his lap, though she kept her genital organ as far from his penis as she could as she looked down at it. Jason could build out the daughter 's face now, and she seemed sort of intimate. Was her name Allie ? Abbie ? It had been so long ...

'' Come on ! '' said the guard who had spoken before. Jason was n't certain who she was speaking to but the girl in his lap suddenly sat down, trapping his shaft between her thigh. He was pretty certainly from the tactile property of it that it was not in her vagina, though the lovingness felt good.

The girl started to put up her hips up and then back down, as she had seen babe Nancy do. On her way back down Jason 's pecker bent-grass backward as its head skittered off of her genital organ. That did n't feel skillful at all !

The girl rose back up and reached down with one bridge player, grasping his fellow member and making Jason gasp. She adjusted her hips until he felt the head of his cock nudging into someplace very warm. The girlfriend tried to settle down further but it did n't appear to give birth any event. The pressure on Jason 's cock head increased but it seemed stuck.

The missy rose back up and tried again. Once again the head of his shaft seemed to be in the decently patch but would n't go inside her when she pressed down. His rooster bent a little again, making him grunt in discomfort.

'' Get Sister Nancy, '' the commanding guard said to the other. Soon, the nun was also in the John Milton Cage Jr., analyzing the situation.

'' You need lubrication, '' the older cleaning lady said. `` Some fair sex have no trouble producing their own when they are ready for sex, but others need assistance. drub your finger and then use them to transfer your spit to your woman. ``

The girl did so, and a second sentence at the nun 's direction. Then she sat back in Jason 's lap and assay penetration again. This time when she pushed herself down on Jason 's rooster the chief slipped inside her a little. The girl gasped at the strange new feel of something foreign entering the most personal, private topographic point in her body.

'' This may anguish, '' baby Nancy said as she placed her bridge player on the girl 's shoulders and pushed down.

Jason 's laborious pecker rushed halfway into the girl and she shrieked as her virginity was rupture asunder. She collapsed forward onto Jason 's articulatio humeri, crying. Jason reached his coat of arms up and around his new sexual partner to soothe her, and the safeguard did not object.

After a minute Sister Nancy said, `` The blood will help lubricate. Continue. ``

The girl moved her hips up a bit and then down again. She whimpered as Jason 's cock shaft rubbed along her damaged maidenhead, but continued the movement.

Despite the pain the girl had endured, Jason 's cock was buried in hot, wet, slopped teenage slit, and it was starting to finger expert again.

Sister Nancy continued speaking from behind the female child : `` You are doing God 's work, tyke. Your garden will open up to this Whitney Moore Young Jr. man 's seed and life will sprout from it. ``

The nun raised the little girl 's tatterdemalion shirt and Jason could see her developing boob. Sister Nancy 's hired hand slipped around the girlfriend 's torso, one hired man on her breadbasket and the other on one knocker. `` Your tum will tumesce with that life story over nine months ... '' The hand on her stomach rubbed in rope. `` ... and your breasts will grow, filling with milk to feed your child ... '' That hand squeezed the young woman 's breast, making her moan. The girl moved faster on top of Jason, his hammer slipping in and out of her inexperienced vagina easier now. She was breathing heavily.

All this talk of creating aliveness had the in demand gist on the rutting adolescent. The girlfriend 's vagina squeezed Jason 's cock, setting off his sexual climax. He felt his balls give up their cargo as his penis swelled inside the previously virginal girl and he arched his rachis, instinct instructing his soundbox to do its best to get his seed as mystifying inside her as possible.

'' Uhhgg ! '' Jason groaned as his seed rushed up his cock quill and out the tip.

'' Oh ! '' the girl gasped as she felt the unfamiliar passion of Jason 's seed as it splashed into her most precious depths. She continued to bounce in his lap, feeling an intense pleasure she had not experienced before, though she did not orgasm herself.

Jason grunted again, injecting another spatter of babymaking sperm cell deep inside the fertile missy, and then another. Finally she stopped moving and laid her head on his shoulder again. Jason 's arms were still around her, holding her tight.

After a minute the fille pushed up and off of his cock. They both groaned in disappointment as his softening member slipped out of her vagina. supererogatory semen splashed down onto his lap. On unsteady legs the young lady picked up her skirt and made her way out of the cage, followed by sis Nancy and the guards.

Suddenly very bore, Jason lay down on the bench and quickly fell asleep.

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Dylan burst into George 's hut. `` Jason did n't total back from his Hunt ! ``

'' Whut the hayll ? ! '' George sat up groggily. The sun was barely up.

Dylan continued, `` I went to chink on him because he had n't come back shoemaker's last night. We have to start searching ! '' The boy was nearly panicked.

George V lay back on his makeshift bed of palm fronds. `` Naw ... we 'll expect for a bit. ``

'' But George II ... ''

'' STOP, '' George said firmly, raising a finger.

Dylan stopped.

George considered for a minute, rising up on one elbow. `` Whut would ya do for permit to go seem raht now ? ``

'' I ... no, George ... I did n't like that ... ''

George I rolled, turning his backrest on his visitor. `` guess it 's naht all that important then, '' he drawled.

Dylan shuffled forward, dropping to his knee. He started to commit Saint George 's pants down. `` Please ... '' he said.

George III, now smiling, turned back to him and angled his hips up to allow the other boy to displume his trouser off. `` Careful with the tooth this tahm. ``

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The adjacent day Jason was again escorted into the sheet cabin, restrained, and ridden to orgasm by baby Nancy. All the girls were present once More, and sister Nancy made sure to be more descriptive of what she was doing to the boy ; more clinical in lodge to have for certain that the miss would be able to do this themselves. She also actually gave him a peck on the face afterward. Jason found that to be the uncanny part.

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Dylan washed his backtalk out respective times from the current and gargled before heading out to search for Jason. Saint George 's cum tasted atrocious, not that he had any basis for comparison. It was salty and bitterness, and he did n't like their leader 's new favorite pastime. Bob Dylan knew even from before the crash that the bible said that homosexual activities were improper, but no one in the kin group would stand up for him.

Would Jason stand up for him ? He wondered. He had n't told his advantageously Quaker that this had started just last week because using his mouth on George I 's ... thingie ... made him feel Wyrd, excited, and also sort of ... proud ? ... when George III said that he had done a adept job. Did that stimulate him gay too ? Was he going to Hades ? Dylan did n't want Jason to hate him.

His oral fissure tasting about as clean as he could get it, he picked up his spear and headed out after Jason 's trail.

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The remainder of Jason 's day passed uneventfully. The blonde did n't come for another session so the only time he saw anyone was when they brought him some fruit, and later on he banged on the door to be escorted to the latrine.

That night, though, the door opened and a fille was shoved into the cage. It was getting dark so he could n't make water out who it was. The threshold locked behind her as she sat beside Jason on the bench.

Instantly he smelled her scent. `` You ! '' he exclaimed. It was the young woman he had captured and kissed almost a week ago.

'' Makayla, '' she replied, moving her aspect to his.

Jason once again felt like he had been zapped by lightning as he returned the second romanticist kiss of his young life. His cock sprang to attention.

When they broke the snog both of them were breathing heavily. `` Jason, '' he wheezed, finally introducing himself. `` Am ... '' How should he say this ? `` Am I supposed to ... spouse with you ? ``

Makayla giggled. `` Nooo ... they put me in here because I failed in the search again today. ``

'' Oh ... '' Jason was disappointed.

'' But ... I would like to kiss you some more, and touch you. ``

Jason 's disappointment disappeared. `` Yeah ... '' He kissed her again, his manus moving to her shank and thigh. Her helping hand moved to his face.

As they kissed Jason realized that while sex with sister Nancy and Allie ( Abbie ? ) had been exciting, there were no notion behind the natural action. Kissing Makayla, his heart was racing ... his head felt hot ... he wanted to just observe holding her, kissing her, even if they did n't have sex. He wondered, was this love ?

Makayla moved Jason 's hand under her shirt and he felt teenaged boobflesh. He marveled at the spongy impressiveness, and she gasped as he felt her up.

She reached down and felt his cock, now fully extended and very hard. She had seen it that day he had caught her, but it felt even bigger now. Could she -- ? She tried to clamber onto his lap.

Jason felt a moment of affright. Both of the other women had raped him by riding him, and he did n't want that with Makayla ! He twisted to the face and she fell on her back with him between her legs. He looked down at her, her case framed in the last luminosity of the day coming through the window, and he bent forward to kiss her again.

This situation was similar to when he had caught her and they were both fine with that. She again felt his hard cock against her thigh and she hooked her peg behind him to pull him nearer ... closer ...

She gasped as she felt the head of his cock nuzzle between her outer labia. She thrust her rose hip at the enjoyable physical contact and felt the hot mushroom cloud principal dip into her. `` Ohh ... '' she moaned as Jason pushed deeper.

Unlike with the other three couplings Jason had experienced, they did not start thrusting hard trying to make him release his seed. They continued to snog tenderly, their natural language entwining as her body got used to the welcome intrusion. Soon his cock was fully embedded in Makayla 's pussy and they held themselves still, marveling at how near they felt to one another. Then Jason pulled back slowly, held himself halfway inside her, and then pushed himself back in all the way.

'' Oohhh ... '' they both moaned. Makayla moved her hips up and down instinctively, causing the root of Jason 's cock to grind against her clit and the school principal to slide along her g-spot. They continued to labor against each early, the pleasurable feelings increasing until ...

'' Ehh ... nnnnhh ! ! '' Makayla grunted as she orgasmed hard around Jason 's prick. She had never felt anything like it during all her masturbating in the last year and she was overwhelmed.

Jason felt her kitty spasming around his prick, which felt larger and backbreaking than it had ever felt before. Was she okay ? He felt that if she was in pain then she would be making unlike noises but he was worried.

Finally Makayla came down from the most mighty climax in her young life, panting heavily.

'' Are you alright '' ? he asked.

Surprised, she caressed his face. `` I 'm sooo good, '' she replied, and resumed kissing him.

He started to throw his rosehip now, and it felt incredible for both of them. Soon he was moving fast, getting finish ...

'' Yes, yes, do it ... '' she urged, hugging him close.

'' Aarhhh ! '' Jason cried out and held himself deep inside his lover.

Makayla had a mini-orgasm as she felt a warm pulsing within. She wondered if she could get pregnant, although her time period had started three weeks before, not two like Sister Nancy had asked for.

'' That was amazing, '' she said.

'' Snooore ... ''

'' Jason ? ``

He had fallen asleep ! Well, she thought, it had been an stir couple of daytime for him. She could n't fault him for that. She seemed to remember from their previous lives some sort of joke about husbands falling asleep right after sex, and it seemed that was indeed what happens ! Smiling, she lay back, trapped under her buff 's body but not caring. Soon she fell asleep as well.

End of Part 1 .