Perverts 'R' Us

Our "Thing" (Part 2)

By Ralph Kramden ( pedo, rape, MM/f, MM/g, M/baby )

You will recall that Clive and I had picked up a couple of Thai whores in Chantaburi, Thailand, and fucked the shit out of them as we continued our sex-tour of that wonderful land. Clive's was a little pre-teen, mine a little older. But inevitably it had to end. I was the first to leave. On to Chiang Mai to see if I could find some pre-teen pussy in that Northern Thai college town, then off to Bangkok and home.

Clive flew directly from Chantaburi to Bangkok and then to the Philippines to see what he could dig up there.

We exchanged email addys and decided that we'd vacation together every year. We'd had a lot of fun together in Phuket and Chantaburi. We both liked pre-teen pussy and we were both way over-sexed.

Both of us were a little sick of flying all over the world to molest children. We had the language problem, unfamiliarity with the laws, the hand always out for a bribe, jet lag, the fucking bandit pimps, and the cost of international travel too.

We conceived a plan that would keep us pretty much in the States but still having a lot of fun. Either he or I would pick out a city or town and rent a place there with a private garage for a month or so, a vacation rental. We did most of this on the Internet. We obtained false identification and paid with postal money orders. Once we were set up with a place and a rental van, we would fly in from wherever and meet somewhere in the town we picked.

One of us would go grocery shopping a few miles away from the place we rented and stock the refrigerator and pantry. Then we would cruise.

Generally we liked June and September best. Kiddies were just getting out of school and on to summer camp or just getting back to school in September or late August.

I work in the medical field and have access to some drugs many people don't know about. It may not be possible to squeeze someone's clavicle like Mr. Spock and make him crumple to the floor. But conceal a little drug delivery device with a short needle in your palm, and a pat on the ass, even when they are wearing clothing, puts them right out.

I kind of wanted to go back to the Midwest again as we had such a good time in Kansas and Colorado last fall but Clive had never been out west so we decided on San Francisco and its environs.

It was raining buckets when we landed and it was cold too. I rented a van with my false driver's license. Clive had earlier taken a cab into the city and then walked several blocks down to Fisherman's Wharf where we had rented a room at the Holiday Inn. Our vacation rental in Santa Cruz wouldn't be ready for a day or two so this would give us a chance to do a little sight-seeing before settling in.

After I met Clive we slipped the cooler in the van and started to check out the town. As I said, the weather was miserable. I had heard of Polk Street and knew it was a pick-up spot for runaways and gays and so forth. I was wearing my priest outfit with a matching black umbrella.

As we cruised up Polk I noticed a bunch of kids trying to stay dry in the front alcove of an apartment building. It took awhile but we found a parking space a block away. Clive stayed with the van and I strolled back down Polk. When I saw the kids I approached. Several of them walked away but a little girl was sitting there on the street with a piece of cardboard on her head.

"Spare change, father?" she asked. She was shivering.

"My, My, child," I said. "You look miserable...and cold. You should have something warm to in you." (My penis for instance, I thought.)

"I'm O.K. father, I just need a little money for a sandwich." she explained.

"Here, here," I said. "Let me take you back to the mission and get you cleaned up and some warm food in you." I offered.

"But my friends...." she looked around.

"Yes, yes, it is a pity. I would take them too but they seem to have disappeared. I have a big van. Here, come with me, child." I helped her to her feet and we walked together under the umbrella to the waiting van.

Clive saw us coming and he got a sandwich out of the cooler, and a can of soda.

"Here, here, little one, sit between us and have your sandwich and warm up." I said as I lifted her into the front seat of the van. She was small, young and light, maybe 14 or 15 years old, no doubt a runaway from home lured by the free-wheeling San Francisco life-style.

We waited there a moment while she ate her sandwich. Her friends didn't follow her. Clive started the van.

As we pulled into the Holiday Inn parking garage the girl looked at me and said, "This isn't the mission, is it father?"

"No, No little one," I answered. "But you can clean up here and get warm before we take you to the mission." We took the stairs rather than the elevator.

Once in the room I directed her to the bathroom for a shower. Clive and I cracked open a beer and waited for our filthy street child to become a sweet smelling morsel of fuck-meat.

When the shower finally stopped I put my beer down. "Time to get going, Clive." I said, as I moved to open the bathroom door. It was locked. Was she suspicious or was it just habit?

Clive got a small crowbar and flashlight out of his "traveling" kit. We were able to get the door far enough away from the jamb to get a credit card in there and the door open. Lots of steam but there she was, stark naked. She shrieked.

"Come, come little one," Clive said. "Let's not make this difficult." She lived on the street, she certainly knew what came next.

I put my arm around her waist and dragged her to the bed. Clive already had his cock out. She struggled some but when I spread her legs and held them there for Clive she was either too weak to fight back or recognized she was going to get raped anyway, and resolved not to get hurt.

Clive was on her in a flash. He started grunting away. I went back to the kitchen to finish my beer and wait my turn.

I got on next, then Clive again, then both of us. We fucked her all afternoon and into the evening. She wasn't cooperating very well when I tried to force my cock into her mouth but a couple of bangs to the side of the head convinced her to stop misbehaving. I don't know if she had gone through double penetration before, but she has now. Clive and I slept in shifts; one sleeping, the other fucking.

Next morning I gave the little girl back her clothes. Clive made some coffee. I brought her out into the kitchenette and poured her a cup. She looked pretty tired.

"I don't know who you are, darling." I said with a smile, "but you were a great fuck. My mate and I really want to thank you. We've never had such a welcome in San Francisco." She looked at me glumly.

"Listen," I said. "We've paid for two nights here. You can stay until tomorrow at one. We gotta get on our way this morning. Here's fifty bucks, buy yourself a nice breakfast...and an umbrella."

Clive and I gathered up our things and headed north in the van to the wine country. The sun was out, it was a splendid day and we felt wonderfully refreshed after nearly a whole day of fucking.

We stopped for lunch at a winery near Santa Rosa. Our table was right out on the deck overlooking the vines. It was very nice and the food was good too. While in the souvenir shop I glanced out into the parking lot and saw this gorgeous young mother on her cell phone. She had put her child in the SUV and was trying to fold up the stroller with one hand while holding the phone in the other. I nudged Clive. He looked at me and smiled. We strode out shoulder to shoulder and got in the van.

"Now I wonder where she's going?" Clive said as the SUV pulled out onto the county road. We followed her a distance back through the verdant green farmland.

Finally she pulled into a gravel parking lot. A long walkway led up to a farmhouse. A sign on the lawn said "organic produce, farm fresh eggs". We passed her and turned around down the road, stopping while she got her stuff out of the SUV. Once she was ready to head up the walk we pulled in along side her.

"Ma'm, Ma'm" Clive said. "We noticed something on the back of your car. Come look." She left the stroller and walked around the back of the SUV where I was waiting with my little hand dispenser. A pat to the butt and she turned around with a very surprised look on her face. Her eyes were trying to stay open as she collapsed in my arms. I waltzed her into the back of the van and closed the doors behind her.

I guess you need to know that our van was the "delivery" type with no windows on the side except at the driver and passenger positions. There was no back seat and we had duct taped some pieces of cloth over the back windows. They looked like curtains, sort of.

I picked up the tyke and got into the passenger seat. Clive was in the back and already had his pants off, examining the young lady's crotch. I played with the baby, doing patty cake and so forth. Why not "patty cock?" I thought and drug it out while easing my pants down around my ankles.

I banged my cock in the baby's face and put it in her mouth. Covered with baby saliva, I slid it around, over her nose, into her eyes. She laughed. I knew she wasn't going to laugh when I forced it into her little pussy. I wanted Clive to have time to fuck the unconscious mother before the baby started wailing, so I stuck my prick under her shirt and started masturbating on her little chest.

Clive was soon finished. The young mother had cum all over her face.

"Goddamn," he said, "What's goin' on here? I'm all bloody."

"I think she was a virgin, Clive." I said. "I thought she looked pretty young. She's not the mother. She's an au pair doing her shopping."

"Jesus, at least I'm glad she isn't the Virgin Mary." Clive observed.

As Clive put the au pair's clothes back on I took off the baby's diaper and crammed my cock into its little cunt. The reaction was immediate. She let out a wail like you've never heard. I pulled my shirt up so as not to get blood all over it and pushed the baby up and down, riding my cock. It felt pretty good, really tight you know, but the noise was deafening. I thought about pulling it out but finally just said, "fuck it" and came inside her.

We got the young girl and the baby back in the SUV. She was still out and the baby was still crying. We continued on our way.

"Oh what a beautiful morning," Clive began to sing. We both laughed. This was the life!

I wanted to get down to Santa Cruz to our vacation rental. Maybe I'm the home-body type. I don't like living out of a suitcase.

"Santa Cruz should be perfect, Clive." I said "They have a boardwalk and amusement park right on the beach. It has been a vacation spot for ages and a place where teens drive to from all over the bay area. We ought to be able to pick up a couple of young teens every few days, take 'em to our cabin, terrorize and rape them for several days and then get some new ones."

"And it's a college town too, if we want to try some older meat." I added.

"It really sounds great," he said, "but let's just see a bit more of this beautiful wine country first. Maybe we could go to a tasting room or something." We passed a school bus bumping along the country road.

"Wait a minute." Clive said. "Stop and let that bus pass us. Let's follow it and see what's what."

"My God, Clive," I said, "are you ready for another fuck already?" He had a shit-eating grin on his face.

"I'm on vacation, Ralphy boy." he laughed. We followed the bus for several minutes, stopping a few hundred yards back when it stopped.

The bus came over the crest of a hill and slowly descended on a winding road through a redwood grove. It pulled over into a sunny wide spot. The red sign came out and the lights flashed. Four kids stepped out. The three boys immediately started racing each other up a dusty road toward a barn and house on a hill. The girl tarried. She wandered over to a high white fence where three horses had seemingly waited there for her. She took something from her backpack and offered it to them. "Fuck-meat" we both thought.

"Let's not use the tranquilizer this time, Ralph," Clive suggested. "I want a little fight."

"Where will we take her?" I asked. She was a cutie, about eight, I'd guess, dressed in bib- overalls and decked out in braids with little pink ribbons.

"Let's get her first." he answered. I took out a map and pulled over, calling out to her.

"Hello, little miss," I said waving the map. "Can you give us a little help, I think we're lost. Is Winslow up this way or is it that way?"

Clive got out of the van and grabbed her when she came over to help. We sped off.

"What are you guys doing? Let me go!" She was screaming and hitting Clive with her fists as they rolled around in the back of the van. I was looking for a place to pull over. It was all very well for Clive to fuck her while I drove, but I wanted a fuck too.

I glanced in the rear view mirror. He had both of her wrists in one hand and had unfastened her bibs with the other. He had pushed her bibs down to her ankles with his foot and was now fingering her pussy while she yelled like hell.

He was singing, "I want to fuck you like an animal....I want to feel you from the inside..."

I drove and he fucked. I couldn't find a good place to stop. She was making so much noise that I was afraid if we pulled over she would attract unwelcome attention.

"O.K., Clive," I said. "You're going to have to drive this thing next. I want a piece of that tender ass too." He grunted. Maybe that was his answer.

Every once in awhile I would throw my arm around the seat and look back. Clive was covering her little body with his mass, thrusting his big prick into her virginal cunt. There was blood all over the place and he was panting like an animal. He had one hand over her mouth to keep down the noise.

About ten minutes later Clive's sweaty face was next to mine. He held the wildcat in one arm.

"O.K., buddy," he panted, out of breath. "I'll drive, your turn."

I was just coming to a straight stretch so I pulled over. A couple of cars passed and I got in the back and changed places with Clive.

The little girl's eyes flashed with hatred and fear.

"What a little beauty you are." I said as I stroked her face and hair. "Come over closer so we can get acquainted. My, my, all that blood, too bad. I don't have a towel."

I pulled her face to my crotch and pulled out my cock, forcing it in her mouth.

"Doesn't that taste nice?" I said. "You can lick it and suck it a little, that would be real nice."

She didn't do anything so I slapped her face hard.

"You need to do what the man says, darling, or he's going to hurt you, see?" She started licking my cock.

"What a good girl you are, honey." I offered. I stuck my middle finger up her cunt.

"Please, mister," she whined, "I'm so sore down there, please don't hurt me."

"Oh my, the little girl is sore." I said. "But you see, honey," I continued, "The man has to get his rocks off and that means he has to stick his penis in there, understand? Of course you do."

I spread her legs and jammed my rod into the bloody hole. She screamed in pain and I covered her mouth with my hand as I fucked the shit out of her.

"Better finish up pretty soon, buddy." said Clive. "I think we're coming to a town. I saw a couple of signs and there are more houses now."

I shoved it in deep and quickened the pace. Finally in an orgasmic shudder I filled her juvenile pussy to the rim.

"Done." I yelled. Clive pulled over in a driveway. We got the girl out of the van with her overalls still down around one of her ankles. We chucked her backpack out. Clive put it in gear and we did a U turn. The little girl was bent over, vomiting.

"Ha, Ha, that was great. Zippity-Do-Dah." Clive sang.

"Hoo Boy." I exclaimed. "This "thing" of ours is so cool. Wonder what most people do on their vacations? Nothing this good, I'll tell ya."

"You know, Ralph," Clive said, "I think we ought to head toward Santa Cruz so we get in before dark. We ought to pass by the airport and exchange this van for another one too, you know, just in case someone is tracking us. I'll pull into one of these forested lanes and we can put the real plates back on."

"Wanna stop at the Holiday Inn and fuck that runaway in San Francisco again? She's still there, you know." I laughed.