August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 29
And the Saga Continues
An Act of Vile

Vile
	The little girl was approximately nine or no; long honey blond hair, average body size for her age group.  Wearing not-too-tight jeans, a simple elbow length green top with match green plastic ribbons in her hair.  A nice kid.
	And she farted.
	There were lots of “sounds” as she stood in the line with her mom at the movie theatre; scuffling feet, other kids, and traffic from cars passing nearby the sidewalk.  But she farted.  Vile heard it.  Smelt it—didn’t dealt it.
	She had his interest.
	The intended movie of his interest was changed as he heard the farting girl’s mother select a movie that was more “kid friendly” and not much to his liking.  However, he was bendable and selected the movie not of his choice or liking but for other nefarious reasons.
	After sodas, popcorn, hotdog, and other overcharged concession treats, the mother and daughter made way to their selected movie of choice.  Vile, Edward “Vile” Illid Longrab passed on the concession fare and followed his prey.  And one more time during the movie—the girl farted.
	Vile smiled to himself; the movie he managed to blot out of his mind as he thunk up torrid thoughts of things he was going to do to the gassy girl—and her mother.
	 After the movie end the mother and daughter merged thru the throng to the bathrooms.  Vile waited by the water fountain.  The Subjects emerged (with the young intended having forgotten to “zip up.”  Due to the lighting conditions and other patrons viewing anything substantial was no.
	Expertly he followed the mother/daughter as they made their way out the double glass doors, down the packed sidewalk, and thru the parking lot.  It was late evening; summer type time; mostly dark.  Vile maneuvered himself thru the lot of cars keeping trained eye on his prey.  If they got into a car—well, the hunt would be over.

	But thru the lot (of cars) to the pedestrian sidewalk.  A four lane road, a T-intersection, a neighborhood left and right protected by a towering sound wall for both.  Lots of trees, shrubs, and traffic.  Mother and daughter crossed the street at the light and continued their trek home.
	Vile followed—from across the street.
	The duo turned on Cherry Street entering into a quaint neighborhood called “Blossom Estates.”  Light traffic, a few other peoples out for evening walks, Mother and Target holding hands, swinging, talking about the movie they had seen, and the air sweetened by the “blossoms” of the trees.
	One block in and one over and the duo came to a nice 2-story home w/large fragrant trees in front (and back), two-car garage, and no cars in the drive.  A one car family.  A light came on as they came onto the drive-way, another when they were at the door inside an ornate open alcove.
	Before the mommy, Nina, could switch on the interior lights—
	‘Leave lights off!’
	Nina’s head reared back and she looked ill.
	“Mommy?” cried out the little girl, Tina.
	The full effect of Vile’s intent was not initiated—or intended.  Unlike other Main Characters, Vile Edward Illiad Longrab preferred HIS subjects to be a little less zombie-like (and more “aware” of their situation.  They were still controllable to some extent.  And regardless, if not—so be it.  Vile had the means in which to control his Subjects.
	Ushering the two upstairs was easy enough; confusing for Nina who struggled trying to understand what was going on.  Her awareness level was less than twenty-five percent whereas her nine year old gas passer was more than seventy-five percent.  But her confusion, too, kept her in line—she was not, however, aware of Vile.
	In Nina’s bedroom the two were secured by plastic twist ties.  
	Tina was placed on a daybed by the window; she was bound hand and foot and very aware of what was going on.  She cried and wiggled and was highly confused.  Her mother was secured at the wrists and ankles and her awareness was taken to fifty percent.  Her confusion bound her mind.  Vile turned her around (after securing her hands and feet) and looked dead into her eyes.
	Short sassy dark blond hair; blue eyes that were blue-blue-blue; a nice face and perfect white straight teeth.  A blue top with a whitish vest complimented the woman who stared back at Vile almost blankly.
	Vile copped a feel of her breasts causing the woman to exhibit signs of,
	“Huh?”
	The woman’s awareness level continued to rise—which suited Vile just fine.

	Before Nina could cry out in both horror and anger—Vile pointed to her daughter on the daybed.
	“Play by my rules,” he seethed, “and nothing happens to her.”
	Nina lost her breath.
	Vile fingered her through her powder blue slacks—and watched her eyes bulged with intense fear.  She knew—she knew what lay in store for her.  And she was right!  Vile firstly, though, tore open her blouse and manhandled her breasts.
	“You son-of-a-bitch!” she frothed.
	Didn’t bother Vile, he sneered and groped the woman removing her bra and then seriously fondling her 32-C globes.  His cold steel eyes never left the woman’s burning eyes.  In some ways he resembled a Greek, a dashing Hollywood type with all the charm and sophistication that went along with that persona.  In other ways he resembled a typical Hollywood villain, an early era Dracula.
	His stare was chilling, his pawing of her breasts degrading.
	Then he pushed her onto her bed undoing her pants.
	Fear and unadulterated hatred pushed the young woman to fight back managing to kick her assailant in the balls.  He winced but smiled it off saying,
	“You shouldn’t oughta done that.” In his voice she detected a bit of a Southern drawl; just where exactly or even it was could not be ascertained.
	Down came her pants—and then a knife cut them away.
	“NOOOOOOO!” she screamed.
	Vile sneered at her with a glare to match.  Nina froze somewhat, gulped, and had no idea what horror lay before her.
	Regardless, she fussed.  As her beige panties were tugged down she once more tried to kick her assailant in the balls.  But Vile clenched his knees pinning her ankles from doing so.  His bare hands slid up and down her somewhat tan legs; her panties were at her knees.
	“MOMMMY!” cried out the little girl.
	“Don’t worry, sweetie,” said the man, “you’ll get your turn.”
	This only struck immense fear in the woman; she realized that the vile man was going to do something her child.  Something wicked—something vile.
	With her panties at her ankles also helping in controlling her flailing, the vile Vile pushed his pants and underwear down.  He had an average cock—six inches.  No pubes.  His balls were bare and right up against the woman’s pussy he placed them as he flopped his erection against her body.
	Nina wailed; she was defeated.  The plastic bindings binding her were cutting into her skin.  Still, though, she flailed; she twisted and tried to dismount the mounted Vile.  Vile only inched his way up slapping his cock between her lovely globes squeezing the mounds over them.
	Tina wailed—but her turn was coming.
	With a steady and forceful hand to the back of her head, Vile forced the woman to suck him.  She was very aware of her vile predicament and tried to refuse—but the man’s cold eyes, her Dracula persona coaxed her into giving in.
	She sucked hoping that it was satiate the man enough that he would go on.
	He did go on—on into raping.
	Nina fought back and received a debilitating zap for her efforts.
	A tazer.  For several minutes the young mother of one, wife, twitched and was no longer in control of her faculties.  Or anything else for that matter.  And it was during this time that the vile wicked man inserted his penis normally reserved for her husband—who was away on a business trip.
	Vile entered Nina’s pussy and fucked heartily all the while she twitched, drooled, and otherwise freaked the fuck out uncontrollably.  It was some kind of turn on for Edward Vile, he leered as he rammed his rod into the helpless woman—occasionally glancing at the terrified crying Tina.

	The phone rang, the land line and then the cell phone in the woman’s purse.
	Vile assumed it was Nina’s husband checking in.
	Nina lay in a wash of confounded confusion.  Vile had fucked her brains out (in the figurative since); pulled out and humped her gash looking and continuing to paw the woman over.  Her awareness level was high; her wrists and ankles bleeding.  Standing up, Vile stretched, farted, and flopped his cock splashing cum from his pisser all over.  Then he walked over to Tina.
	“Don’t you touch her, you filth!” screamed Nina.  She had come to a full awareness and Vile let it be.  Vile didn’t acknowledge her, turn his head her way, or say word one.  Instead, he approached the young terrified girl and blatantly masturbated before her bewildered frightened eyes.
	Tina’s eyes widened as she stared at Vile’s dick.  It was monstrous to her.  And he slapped it upside her face trying to force it into her mouth.  Tina violently shook her head and cried out for her mommy.  Mommy, though welled secured, managed to crawl haphazardly towards the man.  And then her hands were free!
	Her mommy strength kicked in and she managed to break the plastic bindings—and although there was great pain, bleeding, ripped skin, and still bound at the ankles, Nina power leaped to the vile wicked man knocking him to the ground.  And then she managed to knee him in the nut bag (again).
	That one kinda hurt.  Vile managed to roll and thusly dislodge Nina.  Managing to keep himself together he awkwardly made way to his cast off clothing retrieving a vital object.  Nina tried to console her daughter and keep an eye on the vile wicked man as well as at the last moment seek out some instrument in which to do great bodily harm unto him.
	Before she could, however—
	Vile pressed the taser to her body and she freaked the fuck out.
	This gave some time for his bashed nads a time to recover.
	Nina twitched, frothed at the mouth, and rolled about the floor continuing to freak out.  This didn’t help matters with her child.  Tina peed herself and wept continuously.  Vile regained his composure and continued his assault.  Nina began to calm down from the tazing when she was (roughly) placed back onto the bed.  The young woman was out of breath and energy.  Her confusion level was high.
	Then her legs were raised and pinned back.
	Then the taser/tazer was placed against her—a prong each to her pussy and asshole.  And with a smile, Vile activated the device sending Nina into extreme convulsions.  She managed to kick him in the face as she thrashed about.  Vile giggled and watched her twitch on the floor.  Then once more he came to Tina.
	Tina was petrified—she looked to her withering mother and then to the vile naked wicked man outlandishly stepping forward to her playing with his penis.
	“Open your mouth.” he said to her.
	No way.  The little girl shook her head and reared back.  Her wrists and ankles were beginning to bleed, too.
	“Open your mouth, sweetie,” cooed the man with a stern voice, “or I’ll hurt your mommy some more.”
	The little frightened girl continued to cry and carry on; and refuse Vile a blowjob.  So he forced the issue; reaching out with lightning reflexes he grabbed the child’s head and clenching the back of her head/hair pulling her head back forced her mouth open.  And into her open mouth went his vile cock freshly pulled from her mother’s cunt.
	The man instantly began pumping.
	Tina tried flailing but was well bound and not strong enough to break the plastic bindings.  He sneered as he orally raped the young girl; he pulled out and humped her sweet face and was about to jam himself back into her to finish the foul deed when—
	“AAAGGHHH!” Nina and broken the plastic bindings at her ankles and her Motherly “mommy bear” pissed offedness was in full bore.  And she had the taser, too.

	A strong kick to the balls then a heavy wooden music box to the top of his head—this after she tazed him sending HIM into uncontrollable convulsions.  Her rage continued; she kicked him again and picked up various objects in the bedroom to throw at him—books, a glass vase with water and a rose, and then the landline phone (old school).

	Badly beaten, tazed, almost dazed, Edward Vile shook off the attack and managed to grab the woman’s ankles and topple her just as she was launching another kick to the balls.  He feigned injury to lull the woman into a false sense of success.  She fell with a thud knocking some air out of her.  A mad scramble there was for the taser—then he managed to knee her in the cunt!
	The taser was used—just on her side.  When she was convulsing he grabbed some more plastic twist ties and doubled them—then planted the taser once more to her pussy and asshole.
	He sat back with legs outstretched massaging his aching balls watching Nina twitch.  When she lay heaving, sweating, peeing, babbling incoherently, Vile jammed the taser into her pussy—and turned it on.
	There was a little zap back to himself but for the most part if fucked the woman up.  He then kneed her in the twat then returned to the absolutely horrified and terrified Tina.  She had thoroughly pissed herself and was out of her mind with fear.  Vile said nothing but grabbed her roughly jamming his penis into her mouth very-very forcefully raping her mouth.
	The child screamed, gagged, then almost vomited on him.
	Vile slapped her face stunning her into silence.
	Then ripped her shirt off followed by her jeans.
	Nina came around—slowly.  She retched, babbled, slung her head, and had the wildest eyes ever!  Vile eyed her then stood up Tina.  His eyes fell to his knife; the blade was just sticking out of his pants on the floor.  Had Nina found that knife…
	Slowly he lowered Tina’s lavender tinted panties.  He rolled them down.  The child stood still with her pretty eyes staring at her kinda fucked up mother.  Nothing was said.  With her panties at her bleeding ankles, Vile helped the child step out of them—after cutting away the plastic ties. Then his hands moved up and down her body, fondling her just beginning breasts and lightly fingering her soiled cunny.
	Nina stared blankly; she drooled and babbled staring blankly.
	Vile rubbed his cock against Tina’s ass before placing her on the daybed.  A moment of pause and then he raised the child’s legs smacking her bare bottom.  The little girl cried out but her mommy didn’t come to her.  Vile smacked her tender flesh until it was tomato red.  Then he parted her legs and drove his manhood into her smooth virgin cunny.
	Tina wailed but was hushed by the vile wicked man’s hand over her mouth.
	Behind them and Nina was no longer a part of this world.
	A nice deep hearty fuck.

	His concentration on the assault kept his mojo going for some time.  He was nearly passed out exhausted when finally delivering his love cream.  For another minute he bashed his sauce deliverer against the child’s cunny—there was a little blood from the destroyed hymen.  Using the girl’s panties he firstly wiped clean his cock—then her well broken-in pussy.
	No remorse.
	No regret.
	In facts, he smiled and delved his cock into her freshly broken-in pussy again!  Tina grunted but was also slowly going mindless.  She clung to the vile man whimpering all the while.

	His balls ached.
	Terribly.
	After raping the little girl he swatted her ass until once more it was tomato red—then dramatically (violently) he plunged his prick into her virgin hole thoroughly sodomizing her.  His cock, though, was actually hardly up for the task.  The girl was young and her hole very unaccustomed to back door banditry.
	So, from his pants’ pocket he produced a flat metal box.  Inside was a syringe.  After fooling with tapping the pointy end he injected himself—directly in the penis!  And close to the base.  Then he hurriedly masturbated and within a couple of minutes his cock was rock hard.
	And nine year old Tina was well sodomized.

	There was plenty of cock strength left—so Nina got buggered, too.
	Then she was tazed (prong in pussy and asshole) then spanked until her ass was very-very red.  Then he jammed his rammer into her and midway along the Sodomy Hwy he tazed her again!  What a thrill!  He could feel the electrocution stimulating his cock (and yea his still aching balls.)  With a dramatic fashion Vile sodomized the woman until he very nearly passed out.

	Being sweaty, stinky, and still with tingling nuts, Vile stepped into the master bathroom to freshen up.  Then he dressed and before leaving the room kicked Nina Beeforerapture in the cunt.
	Downstairs, in the kitchen, he found some domestic beers in the fridge and helped himself.  A hunk of fudge brownie and he relaxed.  The relaxing was interrupted by flashing red/blue lights and radio squawk.
	Cops!
	Hmmm.

	Barely did Vile make it out the backdoor and to the rear gate.	
	Two cop cars had come to the residence—courtesy call as Nina’s husband was concerned she was not answering any of her phones.  A cop car came down the alleyway making things much more interesting.  Vile froze as he hid behind the garbage cans.  He could smell the heavy cologne of one officer—and heard the female officer fart.
	“I’ll hang here.” she said.
	Perfect.
	Vile waited.  Officer Jordan Ubangme had an itch—butt and pussy.  She seemed anxious, too.  Vile didn’t remember if he bothered to lock the front door.  He knew that he had just come out the sliding patio door and gently closed it.  Having heard the “click” he presumed that it had self-locked.
	The alley fence was wooden; he had narrowly missed tripping over a hose that was filling the backyard pool.  He couldn’t see the house.  He couldn’t tell if the police officers had made entry or not.  The officer woman scratched her itch but by her “dance”—she had to pee.
	Vile waited.
	He couldn’t make out the squawkings on the radios—but he did still have a raging hard-on.  Hate to waste a hard-on.
	‘Undo your belt—gun belt.’

*
Chuck’s Hut of Cheese
	Chuck’s Hut (of Cheese) was a playhouse for kids—and accompanying adults.  There was an arcade section and an eating section.  There, too, was a stage for the animatronics that were sadly put together.  They were more robotronic than anything else—and the music!  ACK!
	But on the plus side—kids.
	From toddler to nearly teen.  Which was the draw for the modern day pervert.  There were security measures for those modern day perverts.  And the inevitable counter measures—by modern day perverts.
	Edward Vile used other tactics—but had such modern day counter measure tactics as a back-up plan.  Always have a back-up plan—especially if you’re a modern day pervert.
	As he munched “ok” pizza and perused the eating section he noted someone who seemed familiar.  It had only been a couple of days and the encounter was brief—but…
	But no.  It was not the officer he had accosted in the alleyway.  The resemblance was pretty good, though.  He stretched and continued to casually look the section over.  He had chosen a couple of targets worthy of his attention, then—
	Vile had just “walked in” with a large group of kids and adults—as if he were a part of.  Parties of this and that were held at the Hut; it suited Vile when he was bored.  He continued to check the woman who resembled Officer Jordan.  It was her but the likeness was amazing.
	Of course, after her traumatic encounter with Vile—why would she be in a kid friendly place like the Hut?  It must have been quite a shock (for her fellow officers) to find her naked in the backseat of the patrol car.  Edward Vile didn’t often dip his wick into “older girls.”  Seventeen year olds were about his limit.  An occasional young adult suited him but he preferred girls on the young side—very young—out of diapers anyways.
	His mind dwelled on Officer Jordan.  He rather liked her—her mind was easy to overtake and she was so willing to submit.  The incident had only been a few nights ago; Officer Jordan had to pee.  When the call came in to do a “courtesy” check on a family’s home she and her senior partner were just about to go Code 7—dinner break.  Jordan Ubangme was 2-years on the city’s police force. She hoped with dinner she would be able to pee to her heart’s content—and apply a special lotion to the inside of her ass cheeks (where she had a heat rash.)
	One car was dispatched to the front of the home where officers would attempt contact with the non-responding party.  Jordan and her partner took the alley.  Then, while the senior officer went to check the backyard, Jordan attempted to relieve her pesky itch.  She also considered attempt at relieving her bladder.
	Enter Vile.
	With Jordan already “in need” swaying her mind was easy.
	The utility belt was hefty containing lots of attachments—ammo, handcuffs, tazer, stun gun, more ammo, Bat rope, mace, doggie treats, and the like.  The belt was undone easy enough; then—
	Combat boots, thick heavy black shirt, bullet proof vest, undershirt, bra.
	Thick heavy black slacks, panties—orange in color.
	Each item took a little time in getting off; once done and she stood in her socks (black) Vile looked her over; in the darkness he saw better than he did in the light.  Plus, there was enough ambient light to give sufficient light with the interior of the car’s lighting helping out the cause.
	With her legs spread she commenced to peeing.
	A long hard healthy piss.
	Then she was laid out in the backseat, legs open with feet planted to the door sill.  Vile went down on her licking her pussy until she began to squirm.  The fact that she had just had herself a good pee didn’t deter Vile.  He licked her pussy, bit it, and drove his tongue into the recess.  Jordan squirmed, bucked into his face, and came close to orgasm.

	Soon and Vile was on top of her driving his wicked cock into her fuckable adult pussy.  He plowed hard but not for long.  For one, his balls were still in peril.  For two—“Officer Ubangme, respond!” Jordan’s fellow officers were requesting her presence—they had found Nina and Tina and needed a female officer present.
	Jordan was busy—having an orgasm.
	Vile creamed her pussy but it was a strain to do so.
	He barely made himself scarce when senior officer Ike Liverstain came jogging up.
	“Holy shit!” he blurted.  Followed by, “What the fuck!?”
	Naked Vile was alongside the alley inside a gathering of ivy slowly dressing.
	His balls were in immense discomfort.
	Officer Liverstain called for backup and a lockdown of the neighborhood.
	That wasn’t good.

	The pretty long haired redhead had his attention.  His cock liked her, too.  Long red hair to nearly her butt.  And a nice butt she had, too!  She was about nine or ten; a sharp little nose, a good smile and with her friends she had a good laugh.  Vile betted that she was still without pubes.
	Officer Jordan was without pubes, too—probably something her fellow officers didn’t know.  And up on the upper right area of her groin was a red dragon rearing snorting fire.  She had also been tazed.  She was delirous, naked, and sperm aplenty covered her pussy.
	Not all the sperm, however, was “man.”
	To thwart investigators and DNA experts, Edward Vile Illid Longrab had a vile of horse and pig cum.  Using a turkey baster he “injected” a dose into a Subject’s pussy and/or asshole.  Usually a squirt into the pussy of horse cum and a squirt of pig cum into the asshole.  Then a generous smearing of spunk of dog cum on the pussy.
	Vile wanted to smear his own spunk on the little red headed girl’s pussy.
	Mouth and asshole to follow.
	She seemed so friendly, happy; a small mouth, delightful persona.  Yeah, he wanted to see her naked, dancing and wriggling on his face—on his cock.  Realizing that he was transfixed on the girl he quickly diverted his attention to the dancing mice and bears on the stage.  Shaking his head sadly he drained the last of his soda and made way to the restroom.
	When he returned—the Target was still there.
	With the Mouse Hut, as with many establishments frequented by children, gaining entry was easy, leaving and a child had to be accompanied by an adult and that adult had to have a matching colored wrist band—same as the child would be wearing.
	Regardless,
	‘Go to the exit.’
	There was lots of interference—other children for sure but also the goofball characters on the stage.  The radio frequencies used to manipulate them in various poses posed a slight problem for Vile and his electronic wizardry.  He also had to be leery of other known and not so known issues regarding electronic security.
	The Target, though, made her way to the bathrooms; but it was a ruse.  The restrooms were not in sight from the main eating room but down a short hall from the concession/prize booth.  One had to go around the play area, the arcade, and gaming room.  At the last moment she turned and made way to the exit/entry door.  There was only one.
	There was a guard at the door—a big beefy black fellow and at the check-in desk a lone woman doled out matching wrist bands and checked people in and out of the cheesy establishment.
	‘Pay them no mind.’ Vile minded to the guard.
	Whether or not a connection was actually made was not rightly known, the big beefy black fellow some disenchanted, bored, not totally there.  The woman at the check-in—
	Hmmm
	Young, equally bored, reminded him of a young Hollywood starlet who had problems with the law—or the law had problems with her.  Whichever.  She was in her early twenties and had some potential.  Vile wondered if she had any tattoos?

	No, she didn’t.
	At an undisclosed location far outside of town in the rustic rolling hills, Nora Belltrigger was stripped to her skin and scrutinized carefully.  Not too tight black jeans she wore—out the window they went.  A black knit top—out the window.  Black panties—out the window.
	There were pubes on Nora’s cunt—but not a lot.
	Although there was high interest in the red head girl, the black haired tantalized him as well.  Once she was nude he took her in with his steely eyes.  There was low light conditions but enough ambient light that with his enhanced eyes to see in the dark like a cat he saw well enough.  The air was warm and just a little muggy; the area of choice was 20 miles/32kilometers out of down in and amongst rolling hills of grass, rocks, and bare dirt.  A dry river ran among the hills; so did cows, deer, coyotes, snakes, skunks…
	At a dirt road Vile was familiar with he took it five miles from the main road.  Then, at a spot by the dry river that sometimes had water but most times did not, the festivities began.  It was after ten o’clock and dead dark.  Noisy, but dark—crickets and other various wild creatures made their presence known.
	With Nora’s clothes “out the window” Vile began his thing—firstly was going over the young woman’s body with his hands (after his doctored eyes.)  Then, with her legs spread, one leg hooked to the headrest of the passenger seat and the other to the headrest of the backseat—Edward Vile entered Nora and the fucking began.
	She was pretty snug to begin with.  Vile liked snug.  He took his time; his balls still ached from Nina’s knee and then foot attack.  The girl grunted, moaned, and seemingly enjoyed the fuck.  She was not aware of the circumstances—it was just the fuck itself that was enjoyable.
	Emptying his mind of whimsy he concentrated on the fucking of Nora.  Beside them lay his next fuck, the red haired girl, Melanie.  But Nora held his attention—which was unusual.  His usual fare was the young’uns.  He had a couple of friends who were the same.  His mind drifted thinking of them.
	One was a close friend he had only known a short time.  The other was a “friend” he had known for years.  Both were pervs of the highest caliber.  Both men had families.  Each had potential for diabolical means regarding immoral conduct.
	An oil tanker making a night run out of the remotely set oilfield disturbed his thoughts.  He returned to fondling Nora.  Some fingering of the woman, groping her breasts, and a myriad of torturous thoughts kept him busy occupying his thoughts that had taken a turn.
	Closing his eyes he re-entered Nora and re-fucked her.  Normally he conjured up torrid thoughts regarding his Subjects.  Spanking was only the beginning; other than rape and sodomy, skull fucking, he had other means of gratification—all of which resulted in the Subject freaking the fuck out and unable to give Investigators proper details (and the Subjector being gloriously gratified!)
	Something, though, had changed.  Not dramatically but almost noticeably.
	After his fuck with Nora, he lounged on her.
	He surmised after a time that doing his shtick alone was the thing.  Most times and he engaged in appropriating Subjects alone.  Sometimes and that was a good thing—no hang-ups with a cohort fucking up personal plans.  His two pals, Jed and Nick, though, he felt safe enough to pull a kidnapping-for-sexual-gratification caper.
	Jed “Boots” Miballsrhuge was—an old man.  Seventy to be exact.  And he was raising three girls and two boys—none of which were related to him.  Not even remotely!  JB was a foster parent and he lived out in the country in a country home.  There was a barn for horses, a goat, and one cow.  There were chickens, one pig, a Victory Garden started by his grandparents during WW2 and continuing on to the day.  

	JB was a good fella—as far as anyone knew.  A former Navy fellow, had a few years as a truck driver, had a Harley motorcycle and a 1953 tri-window pick-up, and a serious porn collection.  But being a citizen, juror, blood donor, military speaker, he was deemed a “citizen of good standing” and worthy of taking care of others.  Specifically children.
	The first two were merely ten years of age.  They were sisters—but not related.  THEY had been adopted into a pair of parents who were not molesters but druggies.  The manufactured drugs that blew up the house!  Luckily the children survived.  Mandy and Jennifer; fast friends and brought together as sisters then brought to Jed “Boots” Miballsrhuge.
	He loved them, they loved him; they had a good rapport.
	And it was not before the girls were comfortable enough to be seen in their underwear.  JB had them on his lap in their nightgowns, long teeshirts, and panties and all was ok.  Well, ‘ceptin’ JB often had to whack off in his bathroom—and often he thought of naughty-naughty-naughty things to do unto the girls.  A few times during those early years he saw them naked; lanced a boil on Mandy’s butt, doctored a bee sting on Jennifer’s butt, and the unfortunate “accidents” that occur to young children (and older adults)  Never trust a fart!
	And there wasn’t much modesty with the girls but there was some.  As the girls got a little older prancing about in their undies became less and less; but, it was not big deal if they WERE seen in their undies.  Jennifer was the most modest whereas Mandy didn’t seem to care one way or another—even to be seen going across the hall from bedroom to bathroom/bathroom to bedroom butt bare ass naked!
	Then came Molly.
	When Mandy/Jennifer were thirteen, Molly came into the family.  Molly was a sweet kid; such a delight!  She was so playful, nonchalant about everything, had an interest in “everything”; bugs, insects, animals of the forest, swamp, air, everywhere.  “where do butterflies go when it rains” was her favorite question.
	And she was a math wiz.
	And she was a streaker.
	And she liked school, climbing trees, no shame in letting one rip whenever or wherever, dancing naked to Christian songs and/or rock/country, hiking too far and then—
	Streaking?
	Dancing naked?
	Hmmm

	She was a unique child.  And it took her about a month to be comfortable enough to start dashing down the hall sliding on the wood floor clad in panties and socks.  She was ten and though she had had a crappy oh-so crappy childhood she had fallen into a warm and loving home—that allowed her to go streaking down the hall clad merely in her panties and socks.
	In the second month of her warm and loving home and she was streaking down that hall clad merely in her socks.  Occasionally she was joined by Mandy and Jennifer.
	Occasionally and Molly would sit on JB’s lap—in her long teeshirt aka nightgown minus her panties.  JB was cool with that—very cool.  He and Molly had in just a short time bonded.
	When Mandy and Jennifer were younger, and they inevitably got sick with cold or flu they got a dose of potent medicine.  This allowed JB to pull their panties down and have himself a nice long look.
	Did he touch?
	Of course!
	With the girls conked out on cold medicine they never knew.  JB was a bit of a scoundrel and wasn’t satisfied with just having their panties down—he took them off!  With their legs open he engaged in immoral practices not withstanding of an upstanding parental guardian.  He licked them out.  He licked them out then laid his naked cock against them for a nice hump.
	He didn’t do that often—once a year (when they got sick.)  As they got older they didn’t fully conk out on cold meds.  Then there was Molly.  There’s “willing” and then there’s…
	As she fidgeted on his lap while being read to, perusing the computer, or discussing “where butterflies go when it rains” (Molly’s suggestion was that the mushrooms in the woods served as umbrellas for butterflies) he copped a feel of her bare ass.
	And she wasn’t opposed.
	He was slick as he was sly not wanting to upset her—but she was not ashamed of going about naked in his presence!  And as she wiggled and wriggled she found a pronouncement.
	“sit on my lap and let’s talk about the first thing that pops up!”
	She had never seen a penis before.
	As she wiggled and wriggled the “pronouncement” was not difficult to find.
	Wearing jeans, though, it WAS difficult to handle.
	So, the next time, JB wore his bathrobe—and nothing else!
	This made things soooo much easier!
	The next time and when the little streaker copped a squat on his lap (and JB copped a feel of her ass) his pronouncement made itself very prominent.
	He said nothing as the young girl placed her fingers about his flag.
	She was marveled and awed—but not frightened.  Carefully and slowly she masturbated him; pleasing him in ways no hand of his could.  He shuddered as she worked him into a frenzy.
	He did tell her that it was “wrong” what she was doing and that he (mostly) could get in lots of trouble.
	“I know.” she calmly replied.
	“Have you done this before?” he asked curiously (‘cause, she was good at what she was doing.)
	She offered a slight shrug of indifference and didn’t come out and rightly say.  (later on, though, she explained that she often whacked off older brothers, not related, foster brothers—of which she got spanked for doing.)
	And speaking of spanking—
	Along with streaking, sliding in the hall, finger banging herself, and fingering JB’s cock, she liked to be spanked.  She liked to be spanked!  She said it made her cunny tingle.  And that was all that mattered.  Firstly, she was found spanking herself—then she got her sisters to spank her.  The latter of which they were all busted one-two-three naked in their room having a spank fest.
	Instant hard-on for JB.  Seeing his three girls, two teens and one not yet even close—butt bare assed naked WITH reddened freshly spanked butts—yeah, that’s a groaner boner.  Then,
	JB slipped home one day knowing that his girls were home—alone.  That usually meant they were up to something; usually they were good, they did their school work first before any shenanigans cropped up.  They seldom had boys over but they did have girlfriends come over.  But on occasion—they could be found dancing naked, streaking out to the backyard, or having themselves a masturbation contest—see who could cum first.  Good wholesome family!
	On one occasion, none of the above was taking place.  Instead, JB found all three girls in the backyard.  Mandy and Jennifer were in cowgirl dresses; Molly was naked.  Mandy and Jennifer had their cowgirl dresses hiked up and peeing thru their panties!  Molly stood with her legs apart pissing up a storm (and spanking herself whilst she did so!
	It was another groaner boner moment.
	He didn’t think he was going to be able to take much more.
	After stroking his favorite organ (by Molly) more advanced techniques of male pleasure came.  Fondling of her bare ass was one.  The girl sliding onto his lap was another—while he was in his robe (and nothing else but that groaner boner.)
	“Honey,” he cooed, “we cant do this.”

	“Yes we can!” said a matter-of-factly Molly.  She offered a smile then settled her naked bald snatch onto his aching smoldering cock.  Clenching her legs she began to ride him.
	“Honey—” but too late to stop her; as she grinded she started a rhythm of which there was no stopping.  It felt too good!  With his hands clamped tenaciously to her bare buttocks the grinding segued to explosion.  The mess was enormous.  A great quantity of spunk matter had spewed onto the ten year old’s belly.  She continued to grind and seemed curious about the milky white stuff.
	“It’s not pee.”
	JB chortled, “No, Sweets, it’s—it’s, uhm—cum.”
	“Cum?”
	“Sperm—” JB schooled, “baby making stuff.”
	Molly was shocked—and got more schooling about what fertilization was all about—in nature with flowers, trees, and between a man and a woman.
	“But don’t worry,” he continued, “you’re too young.” thankfully (he hoped.)

Bowling for poontang
	Other than overtaking the minds of others, Edward Vile also liked to overtake the lanes—North Valley Bowling Lanes that is.  Occasionally he did well earning him accolades of fellow bowlers—and some free booze.  And occasionally he was joined in partnership with Jed “Boots” Miballsrhuge.
	Vile already had suspicions about JB; confirmation came when meeting for the 2nd time at a local social gathering of comic book enthusiasts he had a small bevy of young’uns with him.  None of which were his specifically; recently acquired at a far away locale, their minds “doctored” so as he could enjoy them, feed them at a restaurant, enjoy them, take them to a movie, enjoy them some more, then take them to his comic book gathering.
	While holding the youngest, a pretty five year old, he maneuvered the child so whereas it could be revealed the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties.  She was wearing a short-short kiddie skirt outfit, ruffled denim like with an attached top having a cartoony smiling yellow duck on the front.
	She was a cutie-pie; short thick blond hair, incredible blue eyes, a very childish face (of course, she was a child!) and a bit of a wiggle worm—prompting Vile to shift her from one hip to the other and squeeze some bare cheeks to settle her down.  While doing so he caught the attentive eye of new pal, JB.  He saw a bare right butt cheek and got interested.
	Moving a little to an unoccupied corner he parted the five year old’s legs giving JB a nice crotch shot.  Vile could see in JB’s eyes he was keenly interested.  Keenly.  Vile parted the little girl’s legs more giving the man a better view.  Of course, in open public that wasn’t wise—so they moved outside.
	Outside in Vile’s big American custom family van and the “view” of Lindsey’s poontang was much better.  JB liked—a lot!  Laying the tot out on a comfy cot,Vile raised her legs giving optimum viewing.  And JB did view!  He was near salivating!  And with his eyes cast upon the small horde riding with Vile—
	Twelve year old Hanna Barnbright was a very pretty girl; that smile!  She had an intoxicating smile; long silky brown hair with a single braid going over the top of her forehead.  She was a cowgirl and rode horses and was a member of a junior horseman ridership something something.  Vile didn’t care, he just liked her smile and personality.  She wore kinda tight powder blue jeans, cowboy cut with a plain simple light blue cowgirl shirt—with cowgirls riding horses embroidered here and there.  For twelve, Hanna had some nice Beginner’s Titties.
	“Hanna,” said Vile calmly, “take your shirt off.” Followed by plain white bra.
	Done.
	JB was highly enthused.  He still continued to eye the still kinda wiggly Lindsy, but the bare chested Hanna was captivating him, too.  On his lap was a another pretty girl, ten year old Angela.  She wore glasses with a purple frame.  Silky jet black hair, a small roundish face, kind of a serious face, small teeth, small breasts.  She wore loose fitting turquoise pants and Vile’s vile hands caressed her all over.
	“Hanna,” Vile continued, “take your pants off.”
	Boots first, then pants.  The girl stood as she stripped to her panties—which were plain basic white.  JB was—drooling.  His eyes feasted directly onto the girl’s muffin.  Stretching his hand out, Vile caressed Hanna’s ass—then tugged down the panty revealing the girl’s full nakedness.  There was barely much on her poon, it was fresh, bold, naked, and been fucked (by Vile) twice.
	“Care for a blowjob?” Vile asked of his new friend.
	At first and JB needed clarification right quick.  Then he deduced as much that the blowjob offering was not from Vile but Hanna.  Vile directed the girl to “assume the position” for sucking dick and JB hauled out his fully erect cock that was already seeping cum.
	As Hanna sucked JB’s cock, Vile worked down Angela’s pants.  He then tilted her back to give view to JB.  He gazed upon the offering, patted the girl’s butt and cunny then got into the motion that was gratifying—the blowjob.
	After cumming off in Hanna’s mouth—of which the girl made a face, gagged, sputtered, and ultimately peed, JB fingered out little Lindsey.  Vile stood Angela up shucking her pants and then her panties.
	“I’ve always liked girls in their panties,” JB said causally, “and then without!”
	Off came Angela’s top and small-small bra.  She barely had any titties (but they were there!)  Sitting the girl down again on his lap and Vile once more tilted her raising her legs back fully exposing her pussy and ass.  As JB methodically fingered the wiggling giggling Lindsey, Vile swatted Angela’s ass.
	“I love spanking!” he grinned.
	JB couldn’t help but think of his Molly…
	As soon as Angela, though, began squirming and showing signs of distress, Vile stopped.  He smoothed the girl’s blistering ass then,
	“Hanna, turn around, get on your hands and knees.” A vile smile was etched on the man’s face.  JB masturbated and eyed Hanna’s bare ass.  The interior light was recessed lighting and angled just so—not too bright nor too dim.  The windows were tinted and covered.  There was an air vent on the roof providing adequate fresh air.
	As Vile slipped down his pants gliding his cock all over Angela’s ass and bald pussy, JB stepped up to Hanna and after rubbing his own cock all over the young girl’s ass crack, and pussy, entered her.  He was graciously pleased and almost instantly relieved.  Again, he thought of his Molly (and Mandy and Jennifer!)
	A little awkward but Vile turned the naked Angela around penetrating her vagina with his very hard cock.  Only once since “acquiring” her had he penetrated her.  Once in the mouth, too.  He had yet to penetrate her asshole.  With his hands tightly clamped to her soft smooth ass he pumped gingerly.  JB slid his organ into Hanna’s pre-teen cunt and was more than delighted.  (but he still maintain interest in Lindsey!)
	And about an hour later his interest had been sated.  After cumming successfully in Hanna’s pussy, a little spanking of the girl, and watching new found friend Edward Vile cum off DEEP into ten year old Angela’s asshole, Jed Boots schlepped his salami against little Lindsey pussy.  Schlep-schlep-schlep!  Followed by a lot of grinding.  The grinding led to vaginal gouging.  No penetration—but close counts!
	What Jed Boots DID do, though, with a special cock/anal lube made successful anal intrusion.  It was to say the least a “tight fit” but dire determination made the attempt a success!  Little Lindsey squirmed and made a fuss, though—prompting JB to spank her—hard!
	He really got into and in his mind was not spanking the little five year old but his Molly!  (and then also Mandy and Jennifer.)  Afterwards, after sodomizing Lindsey, spanking her, he spanked Angela and thoroughly enjoyed it.  smacking lily white ass, watching the flesh jiggle and turn bright red—just thrilled him so.
	Hanna got her little tight ass smacked, too.
	With a little more umph left in him, JB fucked Angela and then went home.
I fuck, therefore; I am
	From Desert City to Lost Hills was a span of about twenty miles.  In between the two remote desert communities was a dirt road that meandered thru the high desert to the low end of the desert basin where there was a hidden oasis.  Surrounded by tower rustic boulders there was a pristine area with some lone pine trees, shrubs of some kind or another, and a very refreshing pond.
	Miners, hunters, wanderers; mystics, an alien of one kind or another; teens, lost travelers, and happenstance miscreants had found the locale.  On the rocks were hand drawn pictures; some were scrawlings while others were colorful depictions of the landscape and inhabitants.  The area, at one great time, had been bountiful with antelope, elk, deer, small animals, aliens (of one kind or another) and something of a swamp.
	It was the dead of the night and Vile’s van’s headlights pierced the bleakness well.  There were no other light save for those in the night sky (and the hovering alien space ship.)  The air was crisp, clean, fresh!  The road was—questionable with Vile having to go off-road in a few places where the desert road was just too rough, rutty, dangerous.
	Finally, twenty miles in and there it was—the oasis.
	“Privacy at its best!” said Vile.
	Side-kick and partner in criminal mischief (absconding with children) sat in the passenger seat nodding his head.  As soon as the van stopped—and the dust settled,
	“I gotta pee!” he announced.
	“Hold that thought.” Snickered Vile.  He had to pee, too; but first!
	Opening the sliding door and switching on an interior light he looked over the fresh Subjects.  Three girls and one boy.  A pretty girl acquired from a gas station was his first choice; long beautiful straight honey brown hair with bangs.  What a smile she had!  A nice ass, too!  Not much in the titty department, but she was ten years old, too.
	Wearing print green pants the girl was heavy into “green”; shoes, socks, pants, shirt, and…panties!  Vile positioned the girl on her back slipping off her pants, socks, shoes, shirt, bra, and…panties!  Standing beside him was a delirious Vance.  Vile and Vance were chums for some time with Vile feeling out Vance to see how he felt about child molesting.  Vance had two children of his own, Amber and Billy.  Amber was twelve, Billy was nine.
	After a few visits with Vance it was determined that he was indeed—a pervert.  He had an extensive porn collection; books, magazines foreign and domestic, CDs and DVDs, and a large file on his computer.  So it was little wonder that he was having some sort of perversion towards his daughter.
	He was—since she was six!  What a guy!
	Once the girl was naked, Vile held her legs open and after hauling out his cock proceeded to pee on her—directly onto her pristine bald virgin pussy.  Vance was elated and immediately hauled out his own banana dong.  He stroked it and stroked it and after getting the nod from Vile proceeded to undress the next acquired Subject, Kathy.
	With his daughter, Amber, he had bathed her more than he should; that is to say—when she was nine he was still giving her a bath.  Usually the cut off point for a child to be bathed by a parent is about six.  Going naked was a way of life in Vance’s home and soon he was having his daughter masturbate him.  She was naturally curious and when he caught her and her brother fucking—well, things stepped up a bit.
	The second Subject, Kathy, was also ten and had been absconded away with from a desert city restaurant.  She had pissed herself during the transit to the remote locale in the desert.  Her favorite color scheme was orange—solid print pants, socks, shirt, and…panties!
	Vance unleashed a long hard steady powerful stream of piss showering the little girl well and thoroughly.  He had never thought of “water sports” with his daughter but now did think of adding it to the daily programme.
	So far, with Amber, he had gotten her to “willingly” masturbate him.  She laid with him in bed—naked and he got to finger her pussy.  No vaginal or anal.  Not yet.
	After pissing on the girls the girls were moved back inside the van.
	The night air was cool in the desert (as always the norm); coyotes howled in the distance, the moon was in a quarter phase, and horn dogs horningly horned.  Er, that is to say without much further ado Edward Vile stuffed his manly manhood into the ten year old Julie.  With her cunt all wetted from his piss the usual fare of pre-lubing was satisfied.
	Vance gouged Kathy’s cunt thinking solely of his daughter Amber.
	Vile entered part way into Julie’s pussy then pulled out to hump and grind against her.  She had a pretty face—which prompted him to scoot up and lay his throbbing hard cum squirter against it and hump there.  With his cock against her nose and his hairless ball sac in her mouth he was a happily contented man.  Vance, watching from aside was greatly enthused.  He shoved his fuck stick into his ten year old and got busy with the fucking.
	Julie had a bit of an overbite—only prominent when she was embarrassed, smiled, or was awed.  A gracious quantity of cum squirted from Vile’s vile cock thoroughly soiling the girl’s hair.  Vance was huffing and puffing as he plowed his girl.  Sweat rolled off his face; his perfectly white teeth shined against his chocolate black skin.  He grinned, chortled, and fully was inserted into the girl beneath him.
	Days earlier and Vile brought to Vance an offering; a wee child.  Two wee childs.  It was a social visit (with an underlying ulterior motive.)  After the visit, which was cordial (and short) they merged outside with Vance escorting Vile to his van.  The hour was late, the air cool, the trees numerous.  Vance had a home having a large fenced in front and backyard with lots and lots of trees offering lots and lots of shadows.
	Vile was already aware of Vance’s porn collection and what he had on his computer—child porn specifically.  So there was little to wonder if the man was a potential sidekick.  Some of the porn on the computer were of teens and near teens; still highly illegal and immoral but how far was he willing to go?
	Like with JB, Vile had with him a wee child of five plus another encroaching on teenhood.  Just before reaching the wrought iron gate he paused.  He had the little wiggly five year old on his hip; she was in a typical kiddie skirt and no bones about had been made that thru the visit in the house the child had no panties on.  Once outside and with just enough light from the sky, ambient light, house lights, Vile gave Vance a crotch shot.
	He was all attentive and smiles (and hard-on!)
	The other girl (upon command) undone her pants and pushed them down.
	Vance liked—a lot!
	Then, even more bolder and riskier down came her panties.
	Out came Vance’s cock—after Vile whipped his out.
	Then, the five year old Vile held was turned upside down and held while she bobbed on Vile’s nob.  The pre-teen went to her knees and took Vance’s rod and sucked it off.  It was a beginning of a beautiful friendship.  On a follow-up visit and Edward Vile brought a small band of new offerings.  Vance’s wife, Belinda, was an ok kind of gal; a little chubby, pretty face, and packin’ a pair of DD 38s.
	She was also disabled at the ankles due to some sort of medical reason Vile didn’t quite understand (or care.)  But she was a good egg and was participating in the molesting of her daughter—using a dildo on her, a candlestick, and licking her pussy out (after her husband had fucked it!)
	On Vance’s visit there was a feast al la Mexican style.  Mexican music, dancing, a real shindig.  After which, the music was turned off, curtains and blinds drawn tight, lights lowered, and—
	“Misty, take your pants down.”
	Twelve year old Misty with the super long blond hair pushed down her almost tight light blue and green jeans—much to the awe of Vance’s wife.  She was more awed when Amber followed suit.  By then, Vile had stripped off the other little offering he had brought sitting her down on him (with her facing outward and her legs open over his) fingering her childish pussy.

	The girls went on to strip to their skin and stand shoulder-to-shoulder.
	The two men went on to strip to their skin and stand not so should-to-shoulder but askew at angle.  Belinda was floored.  She had no idea what was going on.  Then her son, Billy, stripped off HIS clothing!  She was more floored—but no less intrigued.  Two boys Vile had brought with him, a twelve year old blond hair potential stud and a handsome little boy of eight—both got undressed and the continuing festivities festively fested.
	The naked Misty took Vance’s banana-like dong, cupped his hairy balls, and gleefully sucked-sucked-sucked his cock.  Belinda’s mouth fell open.  Slipping a hand down her pants she frigged herself and watched in awesome awe.  She was a bit of a perv herself and knew well of her husband’s perverted ways.  Well aware was she of his porn collections—and she was not opposed.  She was also not opposed to his naughty doings with their daughter.  She was only concerned how far it would go and of the unknown consequences.
	Regardless, Misty sucked Vance; Amber sucked Vile.  Twelve year old potential stud Logan and eight year old handsome Ryan got up on the sofa with the startled awed Belinda offering unto her their dongs.  Cupping their balls, caressing their asses, she sucked them.
	Meanwhile, five year old Trisha with incredible blond hair sucked on Billy.
	Belinda enjoyed sucking the young boys—secretly she wanted to suck off her son AND get fucked by him.  Billy was—special.  A little challenged, a whinner, complainer, and had the potential to flap his lips when he shouldn’t.  Family members going naked about the house was one thing—sexual immorality was something else.  And though lo he was nine, he was very aware of what “sex” was—and even some of the perversions thereof!
	Then, while Vance got his weenie waxed, Vile took five year old Trisha placing her on the sofa next to the cock sucking Belinda.  Then, parting the child’s legs and began to hump.  At first and Belinda thought he would surely rape her.  She had some misgivings about that—her hubby being sucked on by a twelve year old?  Nah, that was ok.  Her hubby having inappropriate almost sexual relationship with their own daughter?  Nah, that was ok.  Her herself sucking off on two very underage boys?  Still ok.  Family friend humping a little five year old girl?  Hmmm.
	No, though, no penetration.
	As boys Logan and Ryan slid off the now naked Belinda, the wickedly vile Edward Vile creamed onto Trisha’s pussy.  And a great gracious quantity, too.  He eyed Belinda conveying to her ‘come have a taste.’
	But when she slid off the sofa to settle before Vile’s cum squirter, he smiled re-conveying to her—‘not me, her!’
	The mess on the five year old’s pussy was the intent.
	Belinda licked off the cum spew from Trisha’s pussy.
	Vance positioned his daughter on the love seat; her dainty ass right on the edge of the cushion, her ankles up on his shoulders, his cock delving into her pussy.  Belinda just stared and stared and stared.  She was a little aghast at the deed; her dear hubby was shoving his fuck stick where no dick should go—related or otherwise.
	Amber twisted, grunted, made a face, but otherwise tolerated the incestuous interlude.  She locked eyed with Vile.
	‘Amber,’ he said in a mind lock, ‘from now on, you will enjoy sexual relations with her father.’  Daily she would suck his cock; her brother Billy’s, too.  She, too, would tolerate being spanked, fucked, loved on, and bathed.  Mostly she would go about naked (when applicable) and suck cock.
	Vile enjoyed thoroughly watching Vance slid his cock into his daughter; nice supple titties, a nice-nice perfectly shaped ass, and just a light covering of pubes on her pie.  A nice face, kinda long, green eyes, and for some reason she had a New England accent (although she was from a redneck background!)
	After Vance had succumbed to cumming,
	‘Go clean it up.’ Vile minded to Belinda.  The naked woman did not hesitate and moved scuttling across the floor to firstly suck her husband’s cock and then clean off the mess on her daughter’s cunt.  Vile and Vance were well pleased.  Vance went on to stuff his aching smoldering schlong into Misty.  Vile went on to stuff his aching smoldering schlong into Amber.
	(Billy went on to stuff his adequate not-yet-smoldering schlong into Trisha.)

*

Desert stories
	They were boisterous, loud, obnoxious—no, not Parliament.   They were a group of young’uns who were for some reason by themselves occupying a remote section of a popular fast food restaurant.  The two oldest young’uns were girls and they were just as bad as the younger ones.  The two girls were twelve and instantly had Edward Vile’s attention—their faces and legs for one.  Their supple breasts and short jean shorts for second.  He doubted that they were virgins.
	They were in the company of an assorted lot; two boys and two girls.
	The two boys were the worst at acting up; the two younger girls followed suit with the two older girls not much in the way calming the youths down.  The two older girls wore blush and lip gloss—neither of which their parents approved of.  The lip gloss was one thing but the light application of make-up to the face?  No.

	The girls went for a gang toidy leaving the two younger boys unsupervised.
	The boys went after straws to tear one end of the paper wrapping off then blow the straw sending the paper wrapper arching thru the air.  Luckily there weren’t many peoples in that particular area.  Vile wished he could see the girls in the restroom—peeing or doing whatever girls do when they go the bathroom together.  One young girl in particular had Vile’s interest—Vance’s, too.  That girl was in a frilly red dress.  She was young, too; approximately five.
	“Well,” drawled Vile, “we’re supposed to be prospecting,” he chuckled, “and I see some nuggets!”
	The “prospecting” line was given to Vance’s wife, Belinda—but she knew that the boys weren’t going out to the desert to “pan for gold”.  But it was a good line regardless.
	April Dew and Brenda Muntain were the two oldest girls.  They were twelve, months away from being thirteen.  Cute girls, redneck girls, mouthy, cursing, little manners, little control of themselves or those they were in charge of.  Both were make-up and lip gloss making them look prettier—and inviting.  April was a couple of months older but looked younger; Brenda was younger (by age) but looked older!
	Those they were in charge of were kids from the same single story apartment-housing area.  Kory Tabledeck was ten, a nice looking boy with a nice smile; disheveled brown hair, hazel eyes, a little rambunctious and unable to settle down.  One of the wee girls was his sister, Nellie.  She had honey brown hair clear to her butt!  Puffy cheeks, a small body, wearing yellow shorts that were really “short.”  The other girl, the one in the frilly red dress, was hyper—like her brother, Toby.  He was eight years young and not bashful in the least.
	While in their clutch area of the restaurant, Toby, wearing knee length grey nylon gym shorts (and nothing else!)  Well, a geeky matching sleeveless nylon gym shirt that was way-way too big for him.  The gym shorts were too big for him, too; he had to hold them up to keep them up—and most times he didn’t and the shorts kind of slipped down revealing a good portion of his boyish very boyish ass.
	In turn, ten year old Kory pushed his own clothing down—he wore underwear but he tugged them down, too.  He had a large oversized belt that he took off trying to put it on the younger boy.  Both boys got into it—not fighting but being silly very silly boys—with their clothes down exposing and revealing themselves totally.
	The girls, sisters and babysitters alike gushed and were hysterical.  The two older girls in charge did nothing, though, to make the two miscreant naughty boys pull their clothes up.
	So it was obvious that the girls had seen the boys naked a time or two.
	A time or two.
	Of course, being brothers and sisters and young seeing one another naked “a time or two” was no big deal and natural.  But in a public place?  Tsk tsk tsk.  April had an older brother but Brenda was an only child.  The apartment housing complex they lived in was close—lots of kids.  Kind of a low-low income area, a rundown redneck area were morals were often lost in a sea of looseness.
	The group had been on an outing; to the strip mall, where they ran amok, to a kiddie movie, where they ran amok, and then the fast food restaurant, where they—well, you know.  They were waiting for the bus to take them home.  Vile changed their plans and took them on a prospecting venture instead.

	April was a virgin.
	Brenda was not.
	April had an older brother, Brad, he was fourteen.  She was a virgin in the sense that they did not have “sex”; oral, anal, vaginal.  They did, though, see one another naked, bathe together, and mutually masturbate one another.  Although sex was not out of the question—getting knocked up (by her own brother was.)  Regardless of protection—nothing was for sure.  And at twelve—getting pregnant by your own brother?  Not good.  And both siblings were aware of DNA tests.  She couldn’t blame her boyfriend or some wayward dick—the DNA tests would confirm a horny brother and the proverbial jig would be up—and dead!
	Brenda, however, was not related to Brad so sex between them was ok!
	And April watched!  She smoked pot, fingered her sex, and watched her brother and best friend—fuck!  She ached to know for sure what getting dicked was like—well!  Edward Vile Illid Longrab was just the guy to help her out.
	Ten year old Kory was a virgin; but he often rubbed his penis against his six year old sister’s ass (her pussy, too!)  At ten, the boy was more aware of sex (and some sex acts) than he ought to know.  He was only beginning to masturbate.  He was more into humping against his sister; pussy, ass, chest.  No oral, no anal.  They bathed together—even with their parents knowing.  They ran amok in the house naked AND shared the same bed.  Redneck living—siblings young (and not so) often shared a room, bed, and bath.
	Eight year old Toby and his six year old sister, Jessica, didn’t share a bed but they shared a room.  The apartment housing complex they lived in had mostly small 2 bedroom units so “sharing” was the in thing.  As far as sexual inappropriateness?  Hmmm  hard to say, they bathed together, ran around naked, typical redneck living as per the norm.  Both had seen their parents naked AND having sex.

	With a light touch to their minds, the new crew was lulled.  Their Awareness Level hovered around the fifty/fifty mark.  Confusion added to their inability to freak out about their situation.  The boy, Kory, was one who bucked the system, though; his awareness was higher but he was willing to go along with whatever was going on.  When later it came down to where the shit was getting real and he protested—too late.  He got swatted and zapped with the handheld taser and that settled him right out—after he convulsed and pissed himself.
	“The desert is nice an’ all,” Vile said off-handedly to his pal, “but I’m thinking of new digs.”
	“Yeah?” snickered Vance, “Like a swamp, abandoned mine quarry?”
	“Close!” snortled Vile.  In the mountains ABOVE an abandoned rock quarry was a cabin Edward Vile was interested in.  It was suitable for his needs; two story with basement and most of all—remote with private access.  An unmaintained road made it a slight difficulty to get to—you definitely needed a 4-by to get there.
	In the meantime,
	April farted.  She was also “wet” between the legs and worst of all—she was aware of it.  She fussed some and fought with her confusion.  The sliding door opening and two looming strangers confused her more.  The desert air was chilly, and it was dark out, too.
	Recessed lighting from within the van’s passenger area was not bright but April (and the others) had to shut their eyes regardless until their eyes adjusted.  Vile removed April’s shoes and mixed match socks—one white one pink.  They were tossed out and when he moved his hands up the girl’s legs—she tried to fend him off but her mind was locked down disabling her.
	Vile parted her legs and eyed her crotch.
	“Nooo!” quipped April.
	Brenda’s mouth hung open and she was unable to say word one.
	A quick fingering of her crotch sent April’s eyes to extra wide mode.
	She fidgeted and fought back (and got zapped by the handheld cattle motivator (stun/taser gun)).  She peed some more and though she wanted to she didn’t protest the assault.
	And the “assault” went from fingering of her crotch to having her short jean shorts tugged down (and tossed out of the van.)  If she didn’t think so before she thought so now—she knew she was going to be raped.  No question.  She breathed hard and waited.  There were no restraints to her—just in her mind that she was so.  And that marveled Vile—he had put it to the girl’s mind that she WAS restrained and she believed it.
	Violet colored panties she wore.  Tossed out along with her short sleeved jersey top and bra rendering her then thusly—naked.  She had closed her legs but Vile opened them settling himself between her legs.  He was naked, too.
	A little gasp did April give as Vile’s cock entered her.  Her mouth hung open as her young pre-teen body tensed.  A few grunts and the girl was well on her way to being fucked.  She made haughting gasps as Vile’s cock invaded her.  There was clenching all over—her body and her hands to the shag carpeting.  Then, uncharacteristically, her legs wrapped about her errant lover and she accepted the fucking.
	Meanwhile, Vance had the other girl, Brenda.
	Similar dressed—then undressed.  Vance tossed the girl’s clothing all out the open door of the van.  Then naked pressed himself against her.  When she fussed, she got zapped.  There was significant convulsing and when she settled down, Vance turned her over and wailed on her ass—spanking it.
	He liked spanking.
	He spanked his children, specifically his daughter.
	Brenda let out a yelp and twisted her body.  Vance was enthused and swatted her some more.  His cock was already hard as a rock; with the addition of abuse he could bust bricks!  The girl fussed, drooled, and made sounds that weren’t natural.  An enthused Vance turned her over onto her back, locked her ankles and raised her legs—then continued walloping her ass until his hand stung.
	When Brenda just couldn’t take it anymore and seriously began to fuss managing to kick Vance in the face and then a good kick to his balls—
	ZAP!
	Vile pressed his handy and dandy handheld cattle motivator to her pussy—one prong into her sex and the other into her asshole.  Freaked out?  Kinda.  The girl convulsed oddly, peed, and then went a little catatonic.  She breathed hard and her eyes were glazed over.  Vance inserted his cock into her not-quite-so virgin pussy and began to pump.
	The children were all huddled together watching.  They were terrified.  All of them had pissed themselves.  They sniveled, cried, whimpered, and carried on as children do in similar situations.  Then,
	Vile finished with April.  Pulling out and he sat back looking the heaving girl over.  He was far from done with her—very far.  After farting, he turned the girl over, swatted her ass, and told her to raise her hips.  She knew what was in store.  She clenched her cheeks and begged “Don’t do me there.”
	Vile shoved his finger into her dirt chute assessing the fact that she was indeed an anal virgin.  Not for long!  Putting his tongue to the funk hole obliterated the kids’ mind who were watching.  Stroking his cock he got into the girl’s shitter enthralling his mate and mind blasting the onlookers.
	Then the vile man sat up and pasted his body to April’s.  The girl whimpered, clung to her ass, and was sodomized.
	“Oh, GOD!” she blurted.
	Vile looked to the frightened children.
	“Take off your clothes.” He told them sternly.
	Nervously the children complied.  They whimpered and sniveled, cried and peed themselves but slowly became naked.  Their clothes were tossed out and the boy, Kory, was beckoned over.  Nakedly he settled before the on-all-fours girl and she partook of his cock sucking it.
	After a moment or two—or three, Vile pulled out.  A great mass of ejaculate oozed out of the girl’s fucked funk hole.  Vile masturbated heavily having mass eruptions of pleasure satiate his soul.  Then, after a wipe of his dirty dick he turned the hapless girl over.  The boy had a nice stiffy and his mind was blasted; confused, amused, awed, and sexually gratified.
	More gratification was to cum.
	Vance had did his thing with Brenda; he still pinned for previous girls (Kathy specifically) but enjoyed Brenda just as well.  He licked out her pussy sending the girl into orbit.  She shuddered, farted, and anointed Vance’s face with her pre-teen juices.  Vance giggled and drove a finger into her asshole.  The girl wasn’t so much into that route but didn’t protest too much.
	Then Vance inserted his “other” finger causing Brenda’s mouth to hang wide open.  Smiling, Vance nodded for the young boy, Toby to come hither.  Nervously the naked boy crawled over and settled onto his babysitter’s face, his bald balls into her mouth, her legs pulled back locked under his arms.  Then the lad got a bold up close and personal viewing of absolute butt fucking.
	So did the others.
	Then,
	April Dew lay on her back; her mind was well frapped.  Her cunny tingled, her soul was blitzed.  She had been raped and buggered, electrocuted, spanked, and then—ten year old Kory sat on her face with his balls in her mouth.  Once more she was fucked. The other man did those honors.  Afterwards, Kory moved down and sunk his little puddling into her for his first full-fledged fuck.
	It blew his mind.
	Vile swatted his tender ass as he pumped—but the boy was hardly aware of it.  His cock was in high order and nothing could overshadow that.  Vance set his eyes on little Nellie.  She was six and the sister of the boy who was fucking April.  She fussed a little as she was dragged across the floor of the van; a hard swat to her bare tender ass settled her out.  Mostly she was shocked and stunned at the abuse.
	“Please!” begged Brenda, “Don’t do her!”
	“Yeah,” blurted in April, “she’s just a little kid!”
	Vance paid the girls no mind and went down firstly on the little girl, she had pissed herself but Vance didn’t care.  He licked and licked and then raped.

	A glaze in his eyes revealed an evil determination; Vance entered the young girl’s sex, pulled out to hump the slit, then re-entered.  Repeatedly.  Soon and he was shoving all of his fuck stick into her and pumping regardless of the pleas from the two older girls.
	After getting his weenie sucked on by Nellie and Jessica, eight year old Toby fucked Jessica.  He licked her pussy—didn’t like it—but was swatted into submission and licked her out anyways.  He was confused and allured about the prospects of “fucking.”  His cock was rock solid hard.  There were concerns about what he was prompted into doing; but he did it to get it over with (and to see what it was really all about.)
	He kind of liked it.
	Little Jessica did not.

Dum-de-dum-dum-DUM!
(insert dramatic music here)
	“You hear something?”
	Vance strained to hear—
	“Hmmm, sounds like—a helicopter?”
	Peeking out the open sliding door of the van and off in the distance was a great light strobbing the desert floor.
	“What’s up with that?” Vance asked.
	Vile paused then surmised—“They looking for someone—thing.”
	“Aliens?”
	“Maybe.” but doubtful.
	Crawling nakedly out of the van he surveyed the great desert basin; the hour was late and not much light there was—save for the helicopter’s great “sun light” scanning the area some twenty miles away.
	“Whattya think?” Vance asked, “Us?”
	“Possibly.”
	Vance wasn’t expecting that—not wanting the truth.
	Vile began sifting thru the cast out clothing, including investigating the various watches, bracelets, and necklaces.  One got his attention; Nellie’s kiddie watch—it was beeping and had a small light within blinking.
	“That aint good.” commented Vance.
	“Nope—it’s not.”
	The distance, though, was pretty good and not likely that the tracking device of the watch could be picked up so far away.  But maybe!
	Jessica had a tracking device on her necklace.
	“If you’ve had your fun with them—” drawled Vile, “I say we move along.”

What’s a little paranoia?
	The dead of night; no light, chuckholes big enough to swallow the van, questionable road, no road, disappearing road, a dry wash, a dry sandy wash whereas the big heavy American van promptly got stuck, all sought to quash Edward Vile’s escape (from the desert.)
	It was a harrowing ordeal avoiding the encroaching helicopter.
	“You know,” said Vile deeply thinking, “it might have some sophistication.”
	“Like?”
	“Infrared gizmos, heat detectors, shit like that.”
	The big heavy American van bounced out of the desert (finally) and onto a more solid road.  It was still dirt but no more chuckholes.  Vile kept the van’s lights off but if his surmising of what the helicopter scanning the desert had what he thought it might had (have) then lights on or no wouldn’t make a difference.
	The mining/tourist town of Randlesburg came up.  Old west town with an operating gold mind nearby.  Set in rustic hills half an hour form a major desert city.  The town was asleep (as it was the middle of the night).  The throp-throp-throp of the helicopter was close.  Too close.
	Vile drove slowly down the one-horse town paved road; old-old west homes occupied and not so lined the street; barns of yesteryear were among them—during the day they were businesses (selling old west mining crap, trinkets of this, handmade things of that.)  
	“I smell water.” Vile stated.  The helicopter was topping the hill.
	Vile eased the van in between a barn and a home.  Vance darted out grabbing the water hose that was laying out watering the front lawn and watered the van.
	“Spray up under, too.” Vile said as he checked for anyone getting noisy.
	The helicopter didn’t care if it woke anyone up; it came some 200 feet from the ground shinning its sun light all about—searching.
	“The jig is up!” Vile seethed.
	“Maybe not.” Vance said and doused Vile with the waterhose.
	At first and Vile was pissed—then realized—the van had cooled down and was possibly capable of fooling an infrared heat detector but what about bodies?  They gave off heat, too.
	Both Vile and Vance got a dousing of cold refreshing water—then they stood abso-fucking-lutely still.  Their bodies pressed against the van they clenched as the sheriff’s department helicopter zoomed right over their heads.  Peoples a plenty came out to see what was the matter.  The helicopter continued on down the long street to the end of town and then continued on to the main road.
	“I think we dodged that one, mate.” Vile said letting his breath and a fart out.  Then,
	“What now, rabbit?”
	“We wait.”
	The peoples who had come out to see “what the fuck” slowly meandered back inside the hovels.  Vile and Vance re-entered the van; Vile put the giant vehicle in gear and coasted it out of the drive.  Vance had to use a lot of umph to get it rolling—then there was the impeccable crumbly ditch fucking things up.  More umph and with help from Vile the van was out of the broken concrete drive and rolling semi silently down the lone road.  Mid-way along and Vile fired the vehicle up, kept the lights off until at the end of the road where it turned between two hilly “mounds” and intersected the main road.
	A bit of uneasiness was among the two men all the way to the major desert city half an hour later.  No sign of the pesky helicopter.
	Just at sunrise; April grunted as Edward Vile violated her vaginally.  Every inch of his superior manhood entered her in dramatic fashion.  The only sounds within the van were gasps and swinging slapping balls.  A time or two and the man pulled out to hump the bedraggled girl’s gash.  Squirts of his jizum soiled her there then he plunged back in the finish the job.
	He then had Brenda cum over and lick up the spillage.
	She was aghast of course and protested.
	She was spanked into submission.
	Then she sucked Vile’s cock (as a reward for her submission.)
	Vile caressed her seared ass as she lapped up the spilled juices on her friend’s cunt.  Then, as she sucked on his cock, Vance plunged his fuck stick into her shit hole.  Grabbing her hips he had a grand ole time sodomizing.  He grinned the entire time.  April had her turn at being aghast as Brenda had been turned about to have her pussy poised right above her face as she (Brenda) sucked on the vile man vile cock as the other man vilely violated her asshole.
	What a grand ole time!
	And when the vile man’s sodomy session had ended—a great quantity of his cum dribbled out of her smoldering hole right onto April’s face.  She was prompted into licking the cum from the hole.  She refused.  So she got her legs pulled back and locked under the arms of her best friend and swatted on the ass as hard as possible.  Meanwhile, Brenda’s fresh fucked funk hole squashed onto April’s face with her butt hole nestled onto April’s nose!
	Vile applied swift hard swats to April’s ass.  The girl screamed into Brenda’s pussy.  Although it frightened the children, it enthused Vile and Vance.  When April’s ass was well tenderized and tomato red, he once more entered her fucking her brains out.  Pussy and asshole—relentlessly.  And a time or two—or three—he pulled out to shove his saucy/dirty schlong into Brenda’s mouth where he finished off cumming off.
	Afterward and behind the bus depot that was not open yet, the girls April and Brenda were released.  They were put out “naked” with their hands super glued to their bare asses.  And before their release, Vile would confound investigators, doctors, and DNA experts by inserting into the girl’s vaginas horse cum.  Horse cum in their pussies and pig cum in their assholes.
	Firstly, the girls were cleaned up with an astringent; then, spermicide applied to their well fucked poons (and assholes).  Vile removed from an ice chest some vials.  Then a turkey baster was used to suck out the contents (horsey cum and pig cum) and the baster then injected said cum into pussy and then asshole.)
	Vance wanted to know (but didn’t ask) ‘where’d you get the horse and pig cum?’ some things were just best left unknown.

	Ten year old Kory was conscripted into fucked Nellie and then Jessica.
	He was spanked while he did so.
	Both Vile and Vance seemed to be in a trance as the watched the youngster fuck.  They masturbated and seemed to be lost in a world of their own.  The boy’s tender nuggets slapped repetitively amidst a lot of grunts and groans.  Vile caressed the boy’s freshly smacked ass, squeezed a cheek, then squeezed his own cock before further blowing Vance mind by injecting something into his semi soft organ.
	It made Vance shudder (all over.)
	Seconds, though, after the penile injection, Vile’s cock was solid rock busting hard.  And without care he plunged it into the six year old Nellie.  She made a lot of noise.  Vile put Kory on her face, his balls in her mouth and continued fucking the little girl for many minutes.
	Then, like April and Brenda, at noon type time in a desolate area between a naval air station (in the desert) and a rustic desert mobile home park, Kory and Nellie were put out.  Naked, hands glued to their naked asses and just a wee bit more than confused—and thusly unable to fully give details of their abduction to authorities.
	That left eight year old Toby and five year old Jessica.
	How vile could Edward Vile (and sidekick Vance) be?
	Out of the desert city north to another desert city that was a draw for its mountains, scented trees, a big lake, and—oh yeah, casinos.  Lots of casinos.  A little pit stop to feed the two little ones, then it was on to carry on with more of the same.  Kory had previous broken-in little Jessica.  Twice.  Now it was Toby’s turn.
	Jessica firstly sucked on Toby’s cock; cock and balls.  In turn, he licked out her little pussy.  It thoroughly enthused the two onlookers who hurriedly manhandled themselves and then moreso as the young boy mounted the young girl and fucked her.
	A light spanking to the boy’s ass as he pumped on top of the little girl.
	Jessica, the sister of Toby, cried and sniveled.  At this point, neither Toby or his sister were infected by any means electronical.  Er, affected.  Fear kept them and young Toby did a fine job of screwing.  Kory had done a fine job of breaking her in.  And after Toby had done his thing (and wore himself out doing so) Vile took his turn.
	He wasn’t as dramatic as he had been with the older girls.  He slight in his manhood slowly, pulling out now and then and managing only half the length of his cock.  Satisfaction was marginal (and his cock was still hard!)  Vance made entry into the girl’s sex then Vile violated the child’s anus.
	In the middle of the night near a hospital, the van parked down the street out of light and security sight, the children nakedly walked up to the emergency doors.  They were rescued and the “prospecting” boys went to a casino.

*

Day of the evil weevil
	“The Ugg slowly slimed its way to Adella; the terrified girl couldn’t scream.  With her back to the wall that glowed with green essence of slimy grubs Adella waited her fate.  The Ugg rose up chattering its mandibles, screeching its victory.  Adella finally let out a horrific scream but she was too far into the cave and very far from her friends.  The Ugg moved against her covering with his huge massive slimy body.  A horrible tingling sensation quickly consumed the terrified girl paralyzing her.  She itched all over but the massive weight of humongous weevil kept her from scratching.  She was melting; being devoured!  The weevil moved relentlessly up and down her somewhat like a snake as it moves across the ground.  Adella was “moved” down the massive body of the weevil.  She could no longer see let alone scream or move or anything.  The weevil was consuming her thru his skin!  But not really; firstly he implanted into her his seed.  The Ugg was the last of his species; destroyed by other species (and humans) who failed to understand him.  Adella would reside within the Ugg—until she gave birth to his offspring.  End.”
	OMG! was the general consensus among his peers.  His teacher was a little aghast; other students were alarmed with some worried that he could be the next serial killer.  Was he disturbed or some sort of genius?
	Edward Illid Longrab had written a short story.  It was frightening, disturbing, gory, weird, and etc.  Edward, twelve years young, had written his first short story for his 6th grade homeroom class.  He read aloud—with much pride and exuberance, too.  His fellow classmates were a little dismayed, some were shocked, most were awed.

	Outside at recess and he had an encounter with a one Lori Belledragge.  She was a bitch, uppity, snooty, and snotty.  She was also the daughter of his homeroom teacher.  Like most of the girls in the 6th grade class, Lori was pretty.  True, Edward wasn’t one hundred percent sure what “pretty” was but when looking upon Lori Belledragge she invoked strange and unique feelings within him.
	She didn’t like him much, she didn’t like many of the boys in her class and Edward least of all.  There were other girls, though, that did like Edward; Colleen Stickitt was one.  Another “pretty” girl with silky soft long-long brown hair, beautiful skin, blue eyes, and a wonderful smile was Mindy McKondell.  She also acknowledged his existence on the earth.  That was a plus.
	At his first girl/boy party (and his first ever party) he “went in the closet” with Mindy.  Having not been to a party with boys and girls mixed it was up to his best pal, Steven, to clue him in.
	“Dude, all you do is go into the closet, take your pants down,—”
	“Take my pants down!  What the eff, man!?  For sure?”
	“Yeah, man!  You take your pants down—g”
	“What the eff?  Does—what does SHE do?”
	“The same thing, man; she takes HER pants down, too!”
	“No effin’ way!  For reals?”
	“For reals, man.”
	“W-what if she don’t?  What if she just stands there?”
	“Nah, man, if she goes in the closet with you, she knows what up and what to do.  Trust me.”
	Hmmm
	Seemed far fetch and totally fucked up.
	But it worked!
	She did have a nice butt—a butt that his bare butt pressed against (in the closet.)
	His heart stopped.
	He knew—he just knew that it was going to be a guff, a gag.  He knew in his heart and soul that what his best friend said would happen—wouldn’t.  But to his surprise—the girl pushed her pants down, too!  He was genuinely amazed.  Panties, too!  Panties, too!
	Edward slid his undies down and pressed his bare butt to hers.  Then waited.
	It was like a dream; slowly Mindy turned around and Edward did as well.  
	His penis was stone cold hard.
	Mindy took holt of it.  She did!
	She masturbated it (like a pro!) and had to take Edward’s hand placing it on her cunny.  Instinctively he began fingering her.  They embraced; his cock pressed against her belly.  Then,
	“So, you want to do it?” she asked.
	“Do what?”
	“Are you kidding?”
	Edward offered a weak chuckle; and although it was dark inside the closet, Mindy could see the blank-petrified stare in the boy’s eyes.
	‘Oh, brother!’ she said to herself.
	Slowly she began masturbating Edward’s cock.  She cupped his balls and found he had a stunning schlong.  Then, slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y she knelt down and after addressing the young man’s dong—kissed it.  It was a brief kiss, a mere peck; but it was a kiss nonetheless.  And a quick Up and Down the shaft completed her end of the bargain.
	“Now you do me.”
	Edward was totally clueless.
	Mindy laid out on the closet floor; Edward could hear shuffling feet outside the door and feared that any moment someone was going to throw open the door.
	“Ahem!” coughed Mindy.
	Edward knew she had laid down.
	He knew what sex was; but…
	On his knees and with his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the closet he found himself in quandary.  Confusion was reigning supreme in his mind and yea throughout his body.  Mindy then grasped his cock and pulled him to her.
	“You don’t have to lick me out if you don’t want to.” She cooed.
	WTF!?
	“I’m pretty wet there already.” she continued—furthering Edward’s confusion.
	“Some guys don’t like to lick out a girl if she’s wet there,” she went on, “it grosses them out.
	Edward had no idea what she was going on about.
	“Soooo, you wanna fuck me or what?”
	His heart was beating out of his chest.
	Mindy’s grasp on his cock was pretty good.  He felt strange feelings swimming all over him and some unknown “force” pushing him down.  Down-down-down—down to wiggle himself between the willing all-to-willing girl’s open legs.  And before he knew it—he was in.  He was IN Mindy’s pussy!  He was IN Mindy’s pussy and natural instinct naturally took over.
	He began to fuck.  And he found that it was way better than his hand.  Mindy’s pussy was way better than his bed, pillow, and soapy hand.  Way-way better.  Way.
	“Oh, and one more thing,” she added, “don’t squirt your stuff in me.”
	Too late.
	“You can squirt it ON me but just not IN me.”
	Edward was well on his way to “squirting” by then but pulled out to hump her gash and “squirt” a little more to complete the in-the-closet ordeal.  And of course, just as he was doing so—the double doors of the closet opened.  Outside were the gawking onlookers.
	“Fuckers!” blurted Mindy.  She closed the door and began dressing.
	“You didn’t squirt IN me, did you?”
	Edward shook his head, “No.”
	It was a beginning.
	
	Back to the Lori incident
	She was a bitch.  A snot, a snoot, tattletale, and pretty.  Dark hair, sharp nose, pretty eyes, and at twelve a beginning of a “form.”  She had a nice ass, too.  Usually, that ass swished inside a dress outfit.  She seldom wore pants.  Heavy bangs, thick luxurious hair, a serious face, and “beginner’s titties.”
	“Your story was disgusting!” she proclaimed to his face.
	“No it wasn’t.” Edward defended.
	“Yes it was,” Lori insisted, “just like you!”
	And then it happened.  Edward had had enough of her guff; always the butt of her jokes, Edward tried to be nice and kind but Lori made that awfully difficult.  She was a stone cold bitch—unlike her mother the teacher who was always kind.
	“You’re weird—and so’s your story!” she scoffed again.
	And then it happened.
	What?
	He slapped her.
	In front of God, the Devil, and everyone else.
	It stunned the girl.  Her mouth dropped and Edward felt good.
	Then Lori sped off to her mother inside the nearby classroom.
	“Shit.” mouthed Edward.  Like he didn’t already have enough troubles.
	Ms. Beverly Belledragge came out onto the landing to the “extra” school room (which was actually nothing more than a trailer converted and/or specialty built to conform to a classroom.)  She had a stern look on her face.
	Edward Longrab was in deep shit.
	Ms. Belledragge gave him the finger—the waggly one indicating “COME HERE!”
	Inside the classroom, the single door was shut (and locked!)
	Lori stood at the desk with her arms folded huffing and puffing like a chuffing locomotive.  She glared at him as he neared.  There was still a bit of a red mark on her face!  That made Edward smile.
	Ms. Belledragge plopped down in her typical high back wooden chair.  The arms were pushed down and she patted her lap indicating that Edward should go there.  He shuffled his way not knowing exactly what was going to happen.
	“Did you slap Lori?” she asked.
	Inquisition time.
	Edward thought of his Ugg weevil not only devouring Lori but thoroughly fucking her, too.
	Ms. Belledragge sighed; she seemed dejected; closed her eyes then pulled Edward closer to her.  Then she rubbed her hand over his butt.
	She rubbed her HAND over his BUTT!
	Hmmm
	“Take your pants down.”
	He heard the words but still—‘Huh?’
	This was a little unprecedented.
	Gulping, though, he complied—he undone his jeans then pushed them down.
	Ms. Belledragge patted her lap and Edward laid down across.
	Then once more the homeroom teacher rubbed his butt making circles.
	Then she swatted him.
	It was brief, swift, and direct.
	Then another.
	Then,
	THEN she worked his underwear down.
	She worked his UNDERWEAR DOWN!
	More circling of her bare hand to his bare ass and then—
	SMACK!
	Edward jolted (and so did a slightly stunned Lori.)
	“We—do not—hit—girls!” quoted the teacher.
	Edward’s ass was searing.
	SMACK! another swat to his bare ass and he was beginning to get uncomfortable.  More circlings and then she was squeezing his cheeks.  When she began to move his shirt up he protested holding the garment down.  He wiggled and tried to sit up but Ms. B wasn’t having any of that—she swatted him again and then once more before allowing him to stand.
	Pants and undies at his ankles, cock exposed, ass on fire.
	Lori saw.  She gawked at his abrupt nakedness as well as the rashness of her mother-the-teacher’s bare ass spanking.
	Rubbing his ass he blurted “She made me!”  Edward tried hard to stifle his tears.
	Ms. B looked to her student-daughter and quizzed her.
	“What did you do?”
	“I didn’t do nothing!” she bitched kind of loudly.
	“Bullshit!” exclaimed Edward, “She dissed my story!”
	Ms. B glared at her daughter, “Did you diss his story?”
	“It was stupid, and ugly, and disgusting!” ripped the girl defiantly.
	“She said I was disgusting, too!”
	Ms. B closed her eyes then said, “You shouldn’t have slapped her,” then pulled the half naked boy down across her lap again—and swatted him again,
	“And no cussing!” warranting another swift bare ass smack.
	“And for slapping—” she motioned for her daughter to come around the desk.  Lori did so but was somewhat alarmed at seeing a naked boy’s ass.  Even more so as her mother-the-teacher smoothed her hand over the boy’s bareness.
	“And for slapping—” she said again.
	Edward gritted his teeth and braced for another smack.
	The smack came but it wasn’t from Ms. Belledragge.
	It was from Lori!
	Lori wasn’t so inclined to give Edward the smack as indicated by her mother, but she landed a haphazard so-so smack just the same.
	“No, dear,” cooed her mother, “spank him as hard as you like—like he slapped you.”
	Lori paused then smacked Edward’s bare ass with a little more umph.
	“Again.” said Ms. B.
	Lori landed another smack followed by two more.  By then and Edward’s bare ass was very red and very much stinging.  He squirmed and twisted so; Ms. B stood him up and Lori got a full view of his nakedness.
	It was surprisingly hard!
	And Ms. B was gawking at it as much as Lori was.
	“Now,” continued the teacher, “for dissing Edward’s story and making fun of him,” she pulled Lori to her knee and laid her across.
	She pulled Lori to her knee and LAID HER ACROSS!
	“MOM!” cried out the girl.
	“Settle down!” bitched the teacher.
	She pulled up Lori’s short pleated green checkered skirt revealing matching green tinted cotton panties.  Edward’s cock grew even more hard; his dark eyes feasted on the girl’s butt; mouth open, heart beating (which is a good thing) and wanton lust thriving wildly within him.

	As Lori squirmed her mother smacked the girl’s ass.
	That made Edward feel better.
	Another smack and Lori was fidgeting continuing to call out “Mom!”
	Then Ms. Belledragge inched down her daughter’s green undies revealing a nice firm fanny.  Edward’s eyes were glued, his hand methodically took possession of his erection and his breathing was labored.
	Lori was in a fit and got herself a swift hard smack.  Her panties were taken down to her knees.
	“Since she got to spank you,” cooed the teacher, “it only right you get to do the same.”	
	It only right.
	So Edward landed a smack—kind of weak and Ms. B gave him a look conveying ‘you can do better than that.’
	So he did.
	It was still weak but he made up for it with the next smack.
	Lori was out of her mind.
	“Do you want more spanking?” quizzed her mother.
	“NO!” cried the girl.
	She rubbed her burning ass and was stood upright.
	Then her mother-the-teacher pulled her daughter’s skirt down.
	Lori continued to snivel (and rub her ass.)
	Ms. B lifted her daughter’s left leg to slip off the panties and skirt.
	Then off came the girl’s skirt top outfit and bra.
	“On your knees!” demanded her mother.
	“Mommy!  No!” which resulted in a very hard smack to her ass.
	“Don’t you tell me NO!” then, “ON YOUR KNEES!”
	It was a side of Ms. Belledragge Edward had never seen.
	He kinda liked it.
	Lori went to her knees displaying fear and hatred.
	“Now suck him.”
	Edward felt faint.  ‘what the eff!?’
	“Oh, Mommy!”
	“Do as I tell you,” spoke harshly Ms. B, “or more spanking!”
	“Goddamn it!” bitched Lori.  Dejectedly she took Edward’s sprout, squeezed her fingers around the shaft with one hand and expertly cupped his fuzzy nuggets.  Her lovely lips pressed against his leeking pisser,
	“Oooooh, he’s cumming already!”
	It was not “cum” or sperm but pre-cum.  It was slick, slippery, and icky.
	“Lick it up!” said her mother.
	“Goddamn it!” Lori bitched.
	Her lovely tongue flicked about the slicked up bulbous tip of Edward’s dong; she rolled her tongue around the super sensitive crown—then her lips went down engulfing the head and then down the shaft.  It wasn’t his first blowjob but it blew his mind regardless.
	Lori Belledragge was naked!
	Lori Bellegragge was naked sucking his dick!
	There wasn’t much time (this was recess time by the way) but after Ms. B said, “Don’t spew your stuff into her mouth—she doesn’t like it.) and Edward very nearly did, the girl was sat up onto her mother’s lap.  Edward was still moved by the whole event; the nakedness, being spanked, spanking, the nakedness.  Ms. B positioned her daughter having one leg up with her ankle at her mother’s neck, the other leg was splayed outward she held herself.  And so there it was—Lori’s bare naked pussy.
	Pussy in the light was much better than pussy in the dark.
	Ms. B stuck out her tongue wiggling it.  Edward didn’t get it.
	“She wants you to lick my pussy.” Lori told him.
	Up to this point, Edward had never licked a girl’s pussy.
	To his knees he went and got an up close and very personal viewing of a girl’s snatch box.  His breathing had all but ceased, his thoughts jumbled, his cock hard, and eyes locked.  Lori’s cunt was nice; hairless, and on reflection years later—not virginal.
	Seeing a girl’s pussy was one thing.
	Fucking a girl’s pussy—another thing.
	Licking a girl’s pussy?  Wowzers.  Out of bounds kind of thing.
	Edward licked like it was ice cream.  Lori tensed up and as he licked-lapped-licked the pussy got funky secretions that at first he thought was pee.  But the “secretions” were sticky and had an odd taste.
	“We don’t have much time, Eddy,” cooed his teacher, “time to get up and finish her off.”
	Edward’s mind was still in jumble.
	“You have to fuck me now.” Lori supplied.
	Edward could handle that, he knew what fucking was (and it was way better than fucking his hand, pillow, and bed.)  way.
	So into Lori’s cunt he went.  It was a little awkward but he managed.  Ms. B held her daughter’s leg up along her body and Edward slammed the girl’s pussy (with his mouth open and mind in a blur.)
	“Try not to spew your stuff in her.” again cooed Ms. B.
	Edward made a note but was unable to comply.  He came to the point of ultimate achievement and the release was stupendous.  More than.  He had fucked Mindy in the closet and WOW was that amazing.  Fucking Lori trumped that.  
	After cumming and noting the long ropey strands of sperm from his piss slit to Lori’s cunt,
	“I told you not to do that!” Edward got a swift swat to his still burning ass.
	“Just for that you can stay after school!
	Usually that meant a scolding, doing an hour’s worth of school work.  With Ms. B it now meant something else entirely.  Edward’s cock remained hard thru the rest of the class time.  He went to the restroom to wash it; wetting some paper towels and then darting into a stall.  His ass still tingled—but then so did his mind.
	You wont believe what happened after school.

Extra curricular activities 1-1A
	After recess there was homeroom class time; American History.
	Then it was across a small open courtyard to Edward’s least favorite class—Math.  Luckily there was no “surprise” quiz as was usual the norm from Mr. Dilwickey.  Edward’s mind was not on the happenings of 1865, the Monroe Doctrine, or how many 12s go into 148.  His mind was on Lori.
	The girl had sucked his dick!  With her mother present!
	The girl was naked!
	He had spanked her bare ass!
	She had spanked HIS bare ass!
	Ms. Belledragge had spanked his bare ass!
	Ms. Bellegragge had fondled his balls!
	It wasn’t real.  It hadn’t happened.  It couldn’t have—could it?
	To say the least and Edward Longrab was in a bit of a funk.
	Then school was done and he found himself standing at Ms. B’s desk.
	Lori was present.  She seemed miffed, disgruntled, upset.
	“Mom,” she complained, “do we have to do this?”
	“Oh, yes!” piped her mother-the-teacher, “And more!”
	The “more” was—well, you’ll see.
	After locking the door and placing a construction paper message over the peek-a-boo wire mesh window (message read Testing in Progress  Do Not Disturb), Ms. Belledragge returned to her desk addressing Edward and Lori.
	“Take off your clothes.”
	‘Holy shit!’ quipped Edward to himself.
	“Goddamn it!” bitched Lori aloud.
	Edward was slow to strip down to his skin; and he left his undershirt on.
	Lori went thru the motions of stripping down—and Edward eyed the girl all the while.  Watching a girl undress was—was—was da bomb!  Especially when she rolled down her panties.  ‘holy hot shit!’
	And he had FUCKED the girl, too!  (adding the recent list)
	
	After getting naked, minus the tee-shirt that stayed on, Edward once more laid down across Ms. B’s lap.  And once ore she smacked his ass—a little harder than she had before.  The naked Lori was behind him; she landed a few hard smacks to his tender ass, too.
	Then Edward was stood up; while he rubbed his searing ass and a little miffed about it, the naked Lori once more sat on her mother-the-teacher’s lap with one leg up along her mother’s chest with ankle hooked at her neck; the other leg held outward.  Edward’s eyes once more feasted on Lori’s cunt.
	And what a feast!
	And once more—Ms. B gave him tongue—flicked her tongue out.
	And once more—Edward went down on Lori.
	She had recently peed.  Edward didn’t care.  He liked it!  He licked and licked and was close to exploding.  Standing up and sperm was jutting from his cock.  Ms. B put Lori’s legs down whispering,
	“Go ahead, finish him off!”
	“Goddamn it!” bitched the girl.  She slid off her mother’s lap a little disgruntled but took Edward’s cock in hand and popped the engorged member into her mouth.  Fully and wholly!
	She sucked and sucked and sucked.
	And despite the warnings “I don’t want that stuff in me” like Mindy had warned, Edward spewed his junk regardless.  The released was fantastic!  Lori was displeased with the emission into her mouth.
	“God-fucking-damn it!” she bitched as she pulled away and slapped Edward’s ass cheek.  A long ropey strand of sperm there was from his piss slit to her mouth.  The girl spat out the goo and was disgusted.
	“That’s enough!” scolded her mother.
	Then the teacher-mother stood up and—and—you wont believe it—and stripped off HER clothes!  She did!  Edward’s mouth fell open.  His cock remained hard—and dripping.  The naked woman got onto her desk, spread her legs revealing her naked wonder all hairless and quite hungry for cock.  Young cock.
	Edward was just mesmerized—he barely heard his teacher’s command,
	“Get on me.”
	He moved onto the woman in a slow motion act.  It was just so bizarre it couldn’t be real.  But it was.  It was surreal.  And after mounting the natural instinct to fuck took over.  He naturally inserted his wang and began to pump.
	He was fucking a woman!
	He was fucking his teacher!
	His mind was in a blur.
	Which was good—for what happened next was a mind blower.
	What happened next
	While putting it to his 6th grade teacher, Edward stared at his 6th grade teacher’s naked daughter standing right there!  The girl stood (with her hands at her sides) naked-naked-naked.  His eyes were glued to the naked non-sheepish girl’s pussy.  How long he had been pumping he didn’t know but he came.  Staring at the naked Lori and he saw every girl in his class in his mind naked.  Although he had seen Mindy naked and some wee little girls the fullness of a naked girl had come to light.
	There was a lot of cum.  Some was spewed into the woman’s pussy, the rest was expelled onto the woman’s pussy.  It was the most the young boy had expended—ever!  On weak legs he stood gawking at the massive amount of milky white “stuff” coating his teacher’s cunt.
	“Lori, come on,” said Ms. B, “climb on me.”
	“Goddamn it.” said a disgusted Lori.  The girl nakedly crawled onto the desk and then—then settled onto her mother-the-teacher’s face!  She did!  A bewildered Edward just stood there—bewildered.
	‘What the eff!?’
	Lori then laid down and began licking the milky white stuff off of her mother’s hairless cunt.
	“Come around here, Eddy.” cooed Ms. B.
	Numbly and Edward complied.
	He gandered at Lori’s ass.  It was a nice ass.  She was twelve; girls thirteen, fourteen, fifteen and so on had nice asses, too—but to Edward, girls twelve, eleven, ten had better asses!  How so!
	Ms. B parted her twelve year old daughter’s cheeks revealing the twelve year old daughter’s asshole.  Very subtly (or not so) did Ms. B flick her tongue getting Edward’s attention.  He blinked his eyes and felt high confusion throughout his mind and yea his body.
	‘Holy effing ape shit!’ he scoffed to himself.
	Slowly he moved down flicking his own tongue to Lori’s hole.
	It was funky—but clean.  He licked and licked and—
	Ms. B stretched outward her hand patting his hip.  It was awkward and clumsy but the young boy moved up with his knees on the very edge of the desk; his cock guided into Lori’s crapper—guided in by Ms. B!
	His mind blanked.  It had no choice.  He slid in-in-in with some effort.  His cock restrengthened the pumping began and did so with gusto.  A tingling there was in his schlong—also in his balls.  Lori was lapping up his spilled juices from her mother’s cunt; she had moved down a little bit giving Edward a little more room on the desk to do his task.
	He didn’t know it, but Ms. B was sucking on his balls!
	Then, when the next explosion came he sat back gasping, sweating, panting and heaving—and watched his cum ooze out of Lori’s shitter.  He watched in awe, too, as Ms. B licked said ooze off Lori’s shitter.
	With his dick a little “dirty” from sodomizing Lori’s shitter he used some moist wipes offered to him by his teacher.  Then, Lori turned over and ONE MORE TIME he entered her—pussy.
	For a moment there had been some questions he wanted to ask.
	Fuck that.  After he got going in her pussy all pesky questions were quelled.
	  
*

Order to go
	The “Lori Incident” was years ago—still a fond memory in his mind.  And often he wondered if an EMAD had been in use?  He didn’t think so, but something was up.  Ms. Bellgedragge sure had her way—and had her daughter engaging also!  Years ago.  Often he wondered about them; when he returned to school in the Fall for his 7th grade experience—Lori was not there.  Nor was her mother-the-teacher.  Rumors told that over the summer Lori and her mother (the teacher) had come up pregnant.  They had moved away and no one knew where.
	Pregnant?  Hmmm
	Edward often wondered if his sperm had cause such.  He often wondered if there were perhaps some Little Eddies running about.  Hmmm  Well, anyways, that was then.  There were other incidences thru his school years.  More on that to cum.  Back to the present.
	At a number two fast food restaurant chain two Subjects took Edward’s eye.
	The black girl was very pretty, a little taller than most girls in her age group; nice long limbs, supple skin, chocolaty/creamy skin, and a nice-nice smile.  A pink bandana, pink earrings, and a pink/white top with Hawaiian flowers.  Skin tight, too.   Nice tight jeans to match.
	Her friend sitting with her was a Chinese girl; much shorter in height.  She wore a purple top with green highlights and trim and not-too-tight non-jean type pants.  Short sassy thick/rich jet black hair, round face, and small teeth.
	They were lovely girls and Edward saw them both in his truck.
	He betted that they were virgins.  He wanted to find out!
	Making way to a booth adjacent to the pair he overheard—
	“With Tiffany’s birthday, my dad’s birthday, I’m broke!” stated the black girl.  Her friend, the Chinese girl, nodded.
	“Yeah, helped my brother out with his car and now I’m broke, too.”
	“Those concert tickets are out of sight.”
	“Out of OUR sight.” said Teresa dejectedly.
	“I bet we’re going to be the only ones who want see Raving (Lunatics).”
	“You’re brother going to pay you back?” Teresa inquired.
	“Yeah, he says he will—when he gets paid.” then, “But they cut his hours.”
	Teresa sighed.  Charlotte sat on her hands and was antsy going back and forth on her hands.
	“You cant ask you dad?” asked Charlotte.
	“Nah, I’m pretty much in debt with him already.”
	“We’re screwed.” Interesting choice of words.
	“I understand you’re in the need for money.” butted in Vile.
	The girls were a little startled by his intrusion but were cordial regardless.
	Vile then produced for them to see some bills; nothing less than twenty dollar bills.  “Fifty for the each of you.”
	“Holy shit!” blurted an astounded Teresa.
	Both girls were stunned; both were “good girls”.  They didn’t overly cuss, not the big words anyways.  Neither had boyfriends but had “friends” who were boys.  Both were clean looking, good clothes, well groomed, pretty.
	“What do we have to do?” asked curiously out of concern Teresa.
	“Well,” drawled Vile, “what would you wouldn’t do?” which confused them.  Smiling, Vile fanned the money out on the girls’ table.  Their eyes were on the money; Vile’s eyes were on the placement of the security cameras and other patrons of the restaurant.
	“Would you do—anything?”
	Silence.  There was more than fifty dollars fanned out.  There was a couple of “fifties” in the mix; a couple of hundreds, too.  Then,
	“Like what?” asked Teresa.
	“Like a few minutes in my truck.”
	The girls looked to him like the proverbial “deer in the headlights”; or the lone boy caught jerking off by his mom.
	“Fifty bucks to suck me off.” Vile sat flatly.
	The girls were stunned.
	Teresa shook her head slowly conveying ‘no way—now how.’
	Charlotte sat still; mouth open, eyes staring, heart beating (which is a good thing) mind—thinking.
	“I’ll make it—one hundred.”
	Both girls went into deep thought.
	Fanning the money out even more he pushed two hundred fifty dollars EACH to the girls then added more making it an even four hundred.  The girls were clenching themselves.
	“Soooo—is that all we have to do?” Teresa asked.
	Vile nodded, “Yep.”
	It was clear that Teresa had strong reservations; Charlotte was unsure.
	‘Why don’t you go outside.’ More of a statement/command than question.
	The girls one-two paused; they displayed confusion on their faces but ultimately got up from the table and “went outside.”  From there, Vile “guided” them via electronic mind input to his ’55 panel truck.
	The truck was a 1955 domestic panel truck; formerly a bread delivery truck, beer delivery, ice cream, furniture—long life of delivery.  Now it served to deliver “pleasure.”  It was gray in color, fitting in with the décor of the area—the area being low to moderate income.  Far—very far from any affluent area.
	The truck was parked in the lower part of the parking lot and back towards the dumpster.  On one side was a brick fence inundated with weeds and vines, the other side was open with a few bushes and small saplings.  Directly in front was the “exit” to the roadway.
	Once the girls were inside Vile weaved his magic—his electronic magic.
	‘Take off your clothes.’
	“Oooooh, shit!” blurted Teresa.
	“Never give a blowjob unless you’re naked.” snickered Vile—and he closed the custom sliding side door.
	Both girls were slow in their actions of getting naked.  Teresa exhibited strong concerns while it was hard to read the flat face of Charlotte.  Vile thoroughly enjoyed watching the girls undress; he undressed as well.  His cock was raging hard and he flopped it at the girls.
	“Ever give a blowjob before?”
	Teresa had but Charlotte hadn’t.
	“Boyfriend?”
	Teresa looked sheepish and tried to avoid Vile’s strange dark eyes.
	‘Tell me.’
	“My brothers.”
	Vile smiled.
	Teresa’s brothers; one was two years older, another had just turned eight.
	Eight!
	It was blackmail, he walked in on Teresa and Jed and if he didn’t get a blowjob he would tell their parents.  He was a known tattletale so she sucked his dick also as well too.
	Charlotte was awed.  Mouth agape, eyes wide, she had no idea her best friend was an incestuous cocksucker.  Vile, however, wondered if the Chinese girl was as pure as she seemed.
	She wasn’t.
	She wasn’t giving headjobs but handjobs!
	The girl had no brothers but boys who were friends.
	Teresa looked good—naked.  Soft creamy chocolate skin, nice supple beginning teenage titties, soft features all around all over.  Squeezing his prick at the base he waggled his manhood and the girl took position; on her hands and knees.  Expertly one hand cupped his balls while the other gripped his dick.  The girl kissed the head of his powerful cock then went wiggling her mouth down the shaft.
	Charlotte’s eyes bulged—although she had the Chinese eyes that were narrow slits.  Teresa sucked and sucked and sucked well bringing Vile to orgasm.  He was moderately impressed.  His cum filled the girl’s mouth and she retched as the goo was not pleasing to her.  When he pulled out more of his spew exploded onto her sweet young teenage face.
	She didn’t like that, either.
	Still hard, Vile made himself comfortable on a super soft cushiony cushion of a custom bench seat that folded down forming a flat bed.  With a pillow for head support he spread his legs locking eyes with the young black girl.
	“Come on.” he said softly.
	Teresa looked confused, then concerned.  There was some fright building within her but the electronic magic of Vile’s nifty gizmo overwhelmed her.  The girl slowly crawled onto Vile’s body settling down onto his erection.  She was a virgin—save for her mouth.  Vile gripped her ass and slowly pumped up into her sex.  Charlotte, sitting directly behind got a bold up close view of sexual intercourse.  She was a virgin, too.
	Teresa.  There was a little yelp as Vile’s cock pierced her hymen.  She shuddered (as did Vile) then the pumping began and all there was was the ride.  A little bity breathes did Teresa emit; her eyes bulged and she experienced not one but TWO orgasms.  Her shuddering transferred to Vile.  A massive blow of emission exploded into the girl’s cunt—and for a moment, Vile submitted to orgasmic ah himself.  For a moment he was not in control of his faculties.	
	Then, after that tumultuous moment of ah there was the big let down.  A huge sigh of mind, body, and soul.  Little girls were pretty and he enjoyed molesting them so.  Young adult women knew what sex was and how to do it.  Teenage girls, young teenage girls, were deemed to be “juuuuust right!”
	After wiping his dick clean (using Teresa’s panties) Vile went on to get a hummer (or Presidential) from Charlotte.  She was so-so at the task; she retched, gagged, and seemed to be very close to barfing.  She didn’t, but she was close.  Cock sucking was not in her forte.  No worries, she made up for it laying on her back, legs spread.  Vile moved into her (and was moved in her).  A superior tight pussy that genuinely gave delight to his cock.  He pumped slowly; pulled out to hump the gash, then plunged back in to pump with some deliberance.

Cum stains for everyone!
	 There was a time when Edward “Vile” Longrab didn’t have in his possession an Electronic Mind Altering Device.  He used other methods to obtain his desires—evil methods.  While doing a stint in the military he was stationed in a foreign country.  After settling in he encountered Hun and his sister, Dee.  Hun was twelve, his sister a year younger.  Hun was Korean, his sister was also.
	It was Hun who approached Edward as he was haphazardly wiring up some communications wire to a post way-way off-base.
	“Hey, Joe,” said the boy somewhat sneaking up on him, “you want blow?”
	Edward wasn’t so interested in a “blow” from a twelve year old boy.
	Then the boy’s sister appeared.
	Ah.  That changes things a bit.
	“How much?” asked Edward, he knew the scam—in the area where Edward was stationed Koreans were a little on the poor side.  And like many poor peoples of the world they did things to make a living.  Edward wasn’t interested in the older Koreans, young adults or even the teens that swarmed the military base.  He liked ‘em younger—much much younger.
	Hun and his sister were just such.
	“Just ten bucks, Mister!” offered the boy flatly and with a slight smart alecky voice.
	The girl, Dee, was pretty, flat face, flat chest.  She wore a typical peasant girl’s dress, long-long jet black hair, kind of homely.  Regardless, though, Edward was interested.  However,
	“Tell ya what,” drawled Edward, private first class US Army, “twenty bucks and you BOTH take your clothes off.”
	The boy heard “twenty bucks” first and then was startled by the condition.
	“You want ME to take off my clothes?”
	Edward nodded.  It was hot as hell out where he was, five miles from the base.  He had a jeep parked nearby with spools of communication wire.  There were farmer fields all around, flat land, some hills, few trees, and lots and lots of heat.
	“Right here—right now.”
	The girl looked to her brother—she was quiet and Edward waited.
	The boy wasn’t so sure but the lure of money coaxed him otherwise.
	He was greatly nervous and somewhat embarrassed—not so much being naked with the presence of his sister but in the presence of a stranger.  Being naked with his sister was a given—they took baths together!  Coming from a large family they even shared a bed!  
	The girl, Dee, eased off of her not-so-clean well worn peasant dress and was also equally naked (and embarrassed.)
	The next thing Hun got talked into was to rub his dick against his sister’s ass.  The boy was a little surprised at the request, but for $20 he was pretty willing to do just about nearly anything.
	“Have you ever done that before?” Edward asked.
	Sheepishly the boy admitted that he had done so “a few times” before.
	Usually in the bath or in bed.
	“Anything else?”
	“Like what?”
	Edward Vile smiled, “Well, like, does she play with your dick?”
	Suck?  Rub dick against her pee place?  Finger her pee place?  Things like that.  A curious twisted mind wanted to know.  The boy was greatly embarrassed but admitted that his sister did sometimes feel of his dick.  No oral, no anal.  Lots of rubbing, though!
	Nextly,
	“So, she’s been with GIs?”
	“Yeah,” the naked lad said, “three so far.”
	So far.
	“What did they do—or want? What did she do—for them?”
	Hun didn’t want to blurt out what happened but he did anyways.
	“She gave them pleasure.”
	Little Dee was just beginning to have some titties; other than that and she was pretty flat.  She had a decent butt, a nice homely face, and to the right horny naughty no-morals GI—a nice fuckable cunt.  One GI Joe, the first one, got a simple handjob.  She got naked for him and he licked out her hairless poon.  No oral, no anal.  The second GI got a full on blowjob.  The third horny Joe fucked her.  Handjob, blowjob, cunt.  No anal.
	No it was GI Joe Edward Longrab’s turn.
	“Tell ya what,” smiled GI Joe Edward Longrab, “I wont do her like the previous Joes, but I want her—to do YOU.”
	Hun didn’t understand—exactly.
	“Well,” drawled Edwad, “EXACTLY, I want her to give YOU a handjob, blowjob, and then—” he didn’t need to explain the exactness of the “and then.”
	“Holy shit, Joe!” blurted the startled boy.
	Edward displayed more of his poker winnings, fanning out more money than the boy could count.
	“Handjob, blowjob, and…”
	Hun spoke in Korean to his sister.
	The girl’s eyes widened, her mouth dropped and she stared wide eyed to the requesting soldier.

	Looking down, her long sleek coal black hair concealing her homely face, Dee masturbated her brother—and the GI Joe, Edward Longrab.  After the cocks in her dainty young hands were hard-hard-hard she sucked them.  Her brother was first followed by Edward’s.  The young not-yet-teen was greatly embarrassed—sucking her brother in front of a stranger.  Sucking the stranger’s cock was also embarrassing.
	“Lay down.” Edward cooed softly.
	Dee did so.  Edward looked her over; embarrassingly she parted her legs and seemed to weep a little.  Her brother was given the nod and equally embarrassed her settled on top of her.  Edward could hear the boy whispering to her but what he did not know.
	From his sitting/squatting position behind Edward watched with admiration and great satisfaction as the boy entered his sister and began to fuck.  It was a slow process as both brother and sister were not so enthused.  Well, not until that pivotal moment where the act of sex overwhelmed embarrassment.  The boy began to fuck and fuck well.  His sister cried, grunted, and was still not so enthused.  Edward didn’t care.  He masturbated and smoothed his other hand onto the boy’s pumping ass.
	Finally the boy got his young rocks off.
	Edward quickly had the girl get on her hands and knees and her brother up against her, entering then into her asshole.  The boy’s mind was bombastically bombed; he had just fucked his sister—and it was great!  But it was his sister.  Confusion kept him constrained.  Meanwhile,
	Edward entered the boy’s ass—his very-very virgin ass.
	Hun barely was aware.  He was in his sister’s ass—her also equally very-very virgin ass.  Lots of grunting.  Dee was crying, Hun was grunting.  Edward pushed his manhood all the way into the boy’s very-very virgin hole rubbing his hands all over the naked lad’s sides, hips, and sneaking his hand where he could fondle the boy’s sweaty swinging balls.  He also “reached around” to finger the girl’s pussy.
	Then, just as Hun was cumming off—
	Edward slit the boy’s throat.
	Hun gasped and was totally startled.  Gasping for breath he fell away; his cock still squirting cum.  Dee was unaware; her emotions and long hair blocked her from being in the know.  Edward cinched himself up against the child stuffing her pussy with his cock and pumping vigorously until he himself got his own orgasm.
	Then he slit her throat.
	As the afternoon heat beat down on him, Edward finished his communication field task, buried Hun and Dee under old rotting discarded hay and some rocks, fired up the jeep and returned to base.  Time for a brew at the club!