Perverts 'R' Us

If This Isn't Love, What Is?

By Ralph Kramden ( M/F, m/f, 1st, cheat, lac, oral, pedo, voy )

Get your yucks out of the way. That's my real name; but I'm not a bus driver. I am, or rather was, the building inspector for Drake County, up in Northern California. I'm not especially proud of what I did, but it happened.

It happened a long time ago and it is one of my most cherished memories if you want to know. These people seem to be in the news every day; about what happened in the 80's, out in rural Drake County. I don't live in California any more, so I guess it is safe to tell my story.

I'd heard of the Children of God ranch even before I started working for the County. Very few were allowed to visit there and, probably, just as few wanted to. For some reason small plane pilots liked to fly over the ranch and circle around up there.

One of them happened to contact our office with the news that construction was taking place near the north east corner of the ranch in an area partially forested. "The Family", that's what they call them now, had failed to get a building permit. I made a thorough search of our files and could find nothing. It seems I was going to have to go out there and find out what was going on.

The problem was that "The Family's" compound was way out in Yolo Valley, an area of cattle ranches, dairy farms, miscellaneous agriculture, and nowadays, vineyards. I'd have to take a County car, find the place, make an inspection and get back to San Gabriel by evening. There was no place to spend the night between there and San Gabriel. I decided to check around the courthouse to see who might have been out there and discovered that Antonio Fradelizio, the County health inspector and Sheriff Bill Ghirendelli both had (we have a lot of Italian Americans in Drake County). Andy was off to a conference in Monterey so I made and appointment to see Bill.

"They're really nice folks out there Ralph", he said. "I go out there every couple of weeks and check things out. Why don't I call Reverend Zolan and ask him to put you up for the night or a couple of days so that you can do your work. They'd love to have you" I assented.

"I'm a little concerned, Bill, that these people are a bunch of dirty hippy types and not much interested in following County rules and such. Are they going to give me problems?" I said.

"You just go on out there and you'll change your mind. Yes they look a little hippy- like but they are gracious and clean and seem to have an aura of deep contentment, because of their faith I guess", intoned the sheriff.:

I arrived in the County Chevy with the big County seal on the door and parked in the dusty parking lot next to a couple of pickup trucks and a delivery van. I didn't see anyone around but there was a pile of new rebar lying there and some other construction stuff. I took a memo book out of my briefcase and started jotting down a few notes about the construction material when a golf cart came down the path with three people in it.

A man got out and kissed the woman driver (just a peck) and headed for his pickup truck. I noticed his pants were un-zipped so I motioned to him, pointing to my fly. He just got into his truck.

The woman was a hippy-type all right. She had one of those knit caps they wear and she had on bib overalls with no bra or shirt under them. The little girl next to her, three or four, I would guess, was completely naked. The woman waived a dress at her child and told her to put it on. The little girl, evidently a free spirit, ran across the dusty lot and threw herself into my arms.

"Well hello there little miss. What's your name?" I said.

"Cleo," came the reply.

"I think your mommy wants you to put on some clothes. She doesn't want you to get sun burned" I said.

The woman came over to me with an extended hand and helped me get my few things into the back of the cart. We exchanged names and got into the two seater. Cleo jumped into my lap. I have to say that it was a little disconcerting to me to have a completely naked three year old sitting on my lap, especially one I had just met. I tried to just sit there but Cleo took my hand and put it on her stomach. "You won't let me fall out, will you?" she said cheerfully.

Sandy, that was the driver's name, was Cleo's mother and I thought that she was lactating because she had these huge breasts rattling around beneath her bib. I caught a view of a nipple every now and then so I was pretty sure.

Well I needn't have wondered. About ten minutes into the ride, Cleo reached over, undid one of the fasteners on Sandy's bib and started to suck. Sandy seemed unconcerned and when we arrived at the compound she started to pick up my stuff with one hand while holding Cleo with the other arm. I took my bag from her as a man in a white robe approached us. Cleo came off Sandy's tit and threw her arms around my legs. "I'll see you later" she said, and buried her face in my crotch. Wow, I wasn't expecting that and frankly I was a little aroused.

The tall man in the white robe introduced himself to me as Zolan and bade me follow him to my quarters. There were quite a few people of all ages milling about. They were a handsome lot, I'll have to admit, even if they were wearing funny clothes. They seemed to exude a sort of radiance that you don't often see. They smiled happily as we walked along but didn't stare.

I did, though. "My God" I thought as we passed a picnic table where a teenage girl was lying with her skirt pulled up above her breasts and a young man was, I swear, eating her out!! My consternation must have been evident to Zolan, because He laughed and said "Everyone is coming in from the fields for our big meal of the day. The kids like to play during their lunch hour. They have to get back to school pretty soon"

"But, but" I stammer. "Not only would most people think that is inappropriate behavior out in public but, look, there are a bunch of little kids watching" About a half dozen kids from three or four up to maybe twelve were earnestly observing the action. The older kids around the area seemed to ignore the goings on and chatted with each other.

Zolan gave me a big smile and said: "The kids like to do this and we don't discourage them. God is Love and one very important way of sharing HIS love is to make love. God is everywhere. He can always see us so why hide? See, here we are at your quarters"

He was opening the door when a very pretty young brunette appeared. She was wearing what I can only describe as a sack. You could look down her dress to her bushy crotch. Her nipples were plainly visible. She shot me a VERY friendly look. Zolan introduced her as Roberta: "your wife for the few days you'll be here" he said.

"Now listen here, Mr. Zolan" I said. "I'm a married man and I have come here on official County business and I think we all should conduct ourselves in a professional manner. I cannot, will not, accept your offer" I said, thinking this is bribery if I have ever seen it. I was flattered by Roberta's interest, of course, but I could understand why.

I cut a pretty cool figure in those days, if I do say so myself. I had had a flat top ever since I was in the Marines. I didn't wear a business suit for the visit, but I had on a nice short sleeve white shirt and brown corduroy trousers which my wife said were too short, but I hate to see those guys with their pants all over their shoes. I wore white athletic socks and black leather shoes. My waistline was incredibly small in those days, (unlike now) and my belt when cinched up had about ten or eleven inches left over, which hung down. My eyesight wasn't perfect, but I had stylish black eyeglass frames and I had a shirt pocket full of pens and pencils (with a pocket protector) which gave me a professional air. A professional man, a County man.

Zolan smiled and shrugged. I put my things away. The room was comfortable, but not flashy. There was a double bed, a desk and a couch. It was fine. "We'll be eating in a few minutes. Better freshen up and meet us out at the table. You saw where we eat when we passed it, didn't you?" I nodded.

I was seated next to Roberta, which was unnerving to say the least. As I perused the table which sat, I'd say, maybe thirty people, I saw a familiar face. It was Robin Joyce, owner of Joyce Plumbing and a guy I had known when I was a contractor.

"Hey Rob" I called. He recognized me immediately and picked the seat next to me. "How's that?" I remember saying. "I'm situated between Rob and Roberta!" The people around us laughed. It was pretty funny at the time, but I guess you had to be there. Roberta stroked my forearm. I couldn't take my eyes off her tits.

The food was mostly laid out on the checkered table cloth and people were helping themselves and passing the plates around. A couple of little girls carrying a glass baking dish of vegetables and a stainless steel bowl of salad approached me with the biggest smiles I have ever seen.

"My, what beautiful and attentive young ladies" I said. "What are your names?"

"Kristianity" said the older one, about twelve or thirteen I'd guess. "My name is Anna" chimed the eight year old, evidently Kristy's sister because they looked very much alike and, corny though it is to say, just like a pair of angels. I'm a corny guy. Both had curly blond hair and creamy unblemished skin except for a little rose painted on Anna's cheek. Kristy had begun to fill out, but her sister, of course was still, very much a child.

After we had added the children's dishes to the table they beamed at me, holding hands. I was enthralled.

"Let us Pray" Zoltan began and heads bowed down the line. It was a nice "grace", nothing really wacky. Except for the public sex, the group seemed pretty normal.

Everyone filled their plates and had a little of the wine the commune made. As you might find anywhere there were dainty eaters and voracious ones. Most everyone was still eating when a dark haired hippy guy motioned to a very buxom young woman who had also finished eating. She didn't need a second gesture. She pulled her flowered dress up over her head and got down on all fours on the lawn next to the table.

The dark haired guy was on her in a trice. He fingered her pussy and shoved his tongue in her ear. She was moaning when he whipped out his cock. He flipped the tip over her sex organ, back and forth. He mounted her and started the piston going. Her ample tits swayed back and forth. He felt them and pulled on her nipple.

"Fuck me, fuck me" she cried. "I'm a dog. I'm a pig. Fuck me like a dog fucks. I'm an animal. Fuck me like an animal." This was evidently a little too much for a big, bald, red bearded guy, who gruffly got up from the table and huffed away. Roberta saw him immediately, put down her napkin and raced after him.

I was astonished but no longer surprised by these happenings. I turned to Rob and asked if he knew what was going on. "Sundove is that red bearded guy's wife" he said. Roberta seemingly had a handful with Redbeard but was quieting him down. She had her hand down his pants and was trying to French kiss him.

"Every once in awhile there gets to be a little jealousy" said Rob. "But it will all blow over. Roberta and Sammy will go someplace and fuck, maybe right here where Sundove can see."

If you were wondering why Sundove was talking about being fucked like an animal, it has to do with them all being on the farm. They see animals mating all the time. Animals are God's creatures as are the humans here. It would be prideful to be "above" the animals. This community thinks of themselves as animals with all the same functions and desires. That's why they just lie down and fuck anywhere. They are barnyard animals in their view.

I was obviously curious about Rob's presence here and asked him about it. It was a most unusual and interesting story. Rob said that in his business he was always replacing plumbing fixtures which were still serviceable, but not fashionable. When he got a few, he would throw them into the back of his pickup and bring them out here.

The Family didn't have any money to buy them but they had a program of "witnessing" where the women and some of the girls in the community would be "flirty fishing" or "FFing" donors who had valuable items for the community. Lots of vendors and public officials like me visited the ranch. He said that many times he would be in bed with one of the women in the camp and the kids would be in the same bed where they were fucking. When the kids giggled they were told to cool it, or join in. Most of the kids around here know all about sex and a lot of them have been fucked, maybe most of them.

I finished my glass of wine. Redbeard and Roberta were going at it under the table. I felt a little woozy and decided to go to my quarters and lay down for a bit.

I woke with a start to see two little girls by my bed watching me. It was dark, and I must have been out for awhile. The girls were holding hands. Anna was holding the hem of her skirt up to her mouth and sucking on it. I could see she didn't have any panties on. In fact, while she was swaying I could occasionally see her smooth mound and little slit.

"Mom asked us to come FFing with you" Kristy said. I guess it made sense. I could shut down the un-permitted construction. They needed the housing, but couldn't afford a permit.

"Where is your mother?" I asked.

"Mommy said you looked at us real hard at meal, and wanted us" Anna added. "We're big enough to flirtyfish" said Kristy "We don't need Mom."

Kristy took off her little back pack and pulled off her chambray dress revealing a smooth mound with soft reddish fuzz. Her little titties were just getting started. Kristy helped Anna disrobe. They dived into my bed, giggling like the children they were. They snuggled up to me and each took a side.

"I really liked you when I brought you the vegetables" said Kristy. Anna agreed. "You are really nice, it was really nice of you to come out here to be with us." I tried to relax a little and put my arm around Anna's waist. Kristy tickled me and we all laughed.

"Do you want to play 'rub butts and stuff'" Anna asked.

"I don't know that game" I said. "Will you show me?" It was probably inadvertent, because we were all wrestling around, but Anna put her hand on my cock. "Why do you call your game that?" I said.

"Well" said Kristy, "I rub Anna's butt with my hands until it is all warm, then she does it to me, then we rub our butts together."

"And the 'and stuff'" I asked.

"'And stuff' came later" said Kristy. "We've been rubbing butts a long time, but then we saw Mom doing other things we wanted to try and we wanted to practice" "Want to see some 'and stuff'?" she said.

"Of course" I replied.

Kristy jumped out of bed and opened her back pack. She came back with a tube of KY Jelly. "Ever try this stuff? It's great, taste it" Kristy put a little on her finger and touched it to my lips. I guess it tasted faintly of fruit. "Mom bought this for us, also some sun screen to protect our skin. She says we must take care of our bodies for God. She says that doing God's work and "witnessing" with a lot of men we have to keep clean. We have to keep desirable."

Kristy took a liberal helping of the KY and applied it to Anna's private parts. She inserted her finger in Anna's "Gina" and her rectum. "Here is the best part" Kristy exclaimed. She pushed her face into Anna's genitals and began to lick. "This tube tastes like cherry" Kristy said. "We also have apricot and watermelon."

"We can also French kiss" Anna added. Their mouths went together, little tongues exploring the reaches of each others mouth. I, of course, was aroused and had a pretty big boner.

"Watch us do 69" Kristy said, whereupon they did it, sloppily but correctly. I needed some relief and began to stroke Anna's pussy. Kristy smiled at this. "We can lick your "penie" she offered. By this time I saw no reason to object. It was heavenly, let me tell you. Little fingers, little hands caressed my balls an shaft. Little tongues worked their way up and down my cock, sending shivers throughout my body.

"I want to witness with you" offered Anna. "Anna has never witnessed before" explained Kristy. "She has practiced but she has never 'done it'"

The girls pulled off my "whitey tighties" and I drew Anna to me. I put my finger in her "Gina: (they call it) and her rectum. I wasn't sure this was going to work. I put some more KY in her pussy and started licking her little cunt. By licking and using my fingers I got it a little wider.

I tried to put my cock in there, but it was so tight. Kristy helped. She took hold of my cock and tried to jam it into Anna's pussy. It wouldn't go.

"Relax, Anna" I said. "Let's do some 'and stuff' and see if you loosen up" I lay right on top of her. My cock rubbed on her tiny labia, against her nascent clit. I massaged her chest where someday lovely tits would bloom. I pushed my tongue into her mouth. It tasted of lovely fruit. She responded with all her being. She pushed her hips against my crotch, again and again. Her tongue searched my mouth, she groaned with pleasure.

"She's really trying" Kristy offered. As frustrating as it was not to be able to get into that pre-teen pussy, I felt a calm and abiding love flow from that child.

"Let's try something else" I suggested. With Kristy's help we got Anna on her back on the top of the back of the couch and spread her little legs. I re-lubed her and pushed my cock into that tiny hole. In it went. Not far but I could go in and out a bit.

Anna started laughing in pleasure and pain. "I did it" she exclaimed. "I witnessed you, God be praised" We all started laughing. It was truly wonderful. We all hugged and got back into the bed. Anna was beside herself in joy. Kristy was so proud that she had helped her little sister accomplish her goal.

I said to the two of them "I might not be able to go in any further with Anna but I could rub my cock against her clit and cum on her belly." The two girls agreed that it was really enough for one night and it was Kristy's turn.

Kristy gave me a big smacker, throwing her arms around my neck and forcing her little tongue into my mouth. She pushed her body up against me. "Feel my boobs" she directed and I stroked the little mounds and fingered her nipples. "I've witnessed before, so I'm big enough down there" she said.

I felt the wispy hair on her mound and slid my fingers into her slit. She shuddered as I fingered her clit.

"I want you to lick me like you did Anna" Kristy moaned. I ran my hand up her inner thigh and gently spread her legs.

Anna was in rapt attention, watching my every move. I got my face in her crotch and started licking her little clit. Kristy arched her back and let out a groan of pleasure. In and out my tongue stabbed.

Kristy shuddered and sighed. She began to cry and I was terribly concerned. "What's the matter? I asked with deep worry.

"Don't stop," Kristy almost yelled it, "It feels so good" I resumed my licking, this time I made a wet mess as I ferociously licked her perineal area from asshole to cunt. I licked her sweet genitals over and over and she moaned and moaned.

I worked my way up her body licking as I went. I paused as I sucked her adolescent nipples. I licked her nose and her eyes. I put my tongue in her ear. "Fuck me" she whispered. "Fuck me now."

She was tight but I got it in without much trouble. Kristy was in ecstasy. She pushed her body against mine and started a rhythmic undulation of her pelvis. We were fucking. I was fucking a twelve year old child. It was great.

I think both Kristy and I sensed that Anna was being left out, our captivation with each other being so great. We felt like one organism, undulating; the piston going in and out of the cylinder in perfect synchronization.

We parted and assumed a position where Anna could see and participate in the sex. As we resumed fucking, little Anna's face was right there, watching the pumping. She forced her face into the fucking and licked my balls and Kristy's "Gina". She licked my cock. She took her fingers and pushed them alongside my cock into Kristy's hole. She felt the fucking with her little hands and fingers, and with her lips and mouth.

It is always amazing when two people can climax together. Little Anna was too young to experience orgasm, but she was there when I arched my back and shot my load into little Kristy's cunt. It was quite a load, so it didn't take much time before it began to run out of Kristy's hole and down her leg. Anna's mouth was catching it all until Kristy said. "Wait Anna, let me have some too"

Kristy reached down and got a gob in her hand. She rubbed it on her nipples and said: "Anna we need to put some of this on your nipples too, to make them grow" and she took the remainder and worked it into Anna's prepubescent nipples.

I was in complete ecstasy. While Kristy was rubbing my cum into Anna's nipples, I pulled my two girls into me. I had my fingers in both of their cunts. They were kissing me, whispering love in my ears and gratitude for the sex.

Anna put my limp penis in her mouth, and Kristy's tongue was all over my face. I know that what the three of us experienced is proscribed by society and anathema in every country. They call it child abuse and worse, but IF THIS ISN'T LOVE, WHAT IS?