Life in the Sleepy Village went on. Katrina spent her days helping Ichabod with school and letting him play with her afterward. His favorite activity was laying her on the table in front of the classroom, crawling up under her skirts, and tasting her, until she swooned in blissful orgasm. Then he would flip up her skirts, drop his breeches and fuck her to another one, pulling out at the last minute, and ejaculating all over her blonde bush. Even though she could not seem to gain control over him, the way he made her feel seemed worth the sacrifice.
At least twice a week she would return home dripping with his cum. She would retire to her room with Anne, if she was not otherwise occupied with Katrina's father. and the two of them would play with the copious amounts of seed that the teacher left on Katrina's cunt. On Sundays, Katrina would go on picnics with Brom, finding a secluded place where she would kiss him to hardness, and using her hands and lips, and edge the poor man who was desperate to fuck Baltus' daughter. Elsewhere on the state, Baltus played with Anne on a regular basis. His favorite game was having the young girl sit on his lap with her skirt spread so no one could see the old man's cock as it entered and exited, pumping copious amounts of sperm deep within the young girl's eager cunt. Life was good for all.
The villagers were eagerly anticipating the great festival of All Hallows Eve, held every year at the Van Tassel Manor house, the social event of the season. People from all around would come by boat, carriage, or on horseback, to party the night away. When the day arrived, servants were scurrying about meeting boats at the dock, gathering the children for games, prepping and serving mountains of food.
The adults partaking in a great feast featuring three pigs, countless ears of corn and of course endless rivers of beer. By the end of the day many had left, having great distances to travel: Across the Hudson to Nyack, up the river to the Village of Sing Sing or down towards Dobbs Ferry. Several people had even sailed up from New York City.
Brom, living just down the road was, of course present. Ichabod had found permanent lodging north of the village and had borrowed a semi-lame nag named Gunpowder to make sure of his arrival in the afternoon where he had hoped to ask Baltus for Katrina's hand. He found her in the kitchen and the two went in search of some privacy. They found it in the empty schoolhouse where Ichabod plied his tried and true methods on Katrina.
Ever the willing partner, Katrina allowed her suitor to shower her cunt with kisses until she came. He mounted her, his hands all over her ample breasts, his cock slipping easily in and out of her willing cunt. When it came time to pull out Katrina begged him not to, so Ichabod left his considerable length buried to the hilt, pouring his seed deep in Katrina's womb.
They returned to the kitchen where Katrina resumed her duties overseeing the preparations for the feast and Ichabod went about his business. Brom, too, stopped in the kitchen and Katrina, still horny from her session with Ichabod, took the strapping young man to a secluded place. She pulled down his pants and sucked him off, promising him an opportunity to taste her charms. With a mouth full of his salty seed, she kissed him, letting him know how much she enjoyed his taste. He was not impressed.