August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 34
And the Saga Continues
Perverted Perversions

Desert life, sand, rocks, aliens, cont.
	‘Spread your legs.’
	Done!
	The impression that the Device impressed upon him was—impressive!
	More and more as he used the unique miner sent gadget the more he learned.
	‘Take your shirt off.’
	Done!
	There was no hesitation, either; the pretty twelve year old went thru the motions of undressing as she normally would in her bedroom.  ‘cept, she wasn’t in her bedroom but moderately hauling ass in a large domestic pickup truck.
	From Randlesburg, Robert made tracks north to some other desert cities, some small and some large.  There had been many Possibles in the gold mining town, Robert settled on two.  He had been nervous the entire time since leaving the small-small desert town; it was ten miles from the town to the main artery highway, then ten more to the next desert city along the way.  Three times had he passed state highway patrol cars—none followed him with flashing lights or sirens.
	He moved on thru the desert city to a desert road that was off-road.  It was here he knew the area well as he (and his truck) often went exploring.  The desert road went deep into the desert; to the left and it was just miles and miles of flat land, some old decaying relics of what used to be desert homes for desert Indians, miners, aliens.  To the right and the desert road took adventurers up into the hills and then the mountains.  The roads were questionable and only the sturdiest of 4-wheel drive machines could manage.
	At the high desert level of 4,000 ft and the temperature (outside) was a balmy 100 degrees F.  At the 6,000 ft level it was 90 degrees (F).  Still warm but cooler; there were trees, boulders, more trees, a dry creek, alien spacecraft, trees, big ass boulders that stuck out in—
	Alien spacecraft?
	It wasn’t “round” as the 1950s sci-fi Hollywood movies led us to believe; rather, it was long, like a cigar.  A big fat cigar, kind of like a missile.  There were no markings; the cylindrical doobie was a make up of “plates”; steel plates.
	There were no fins, no dorsal fins or wings.
	Curiosity being what it was and Robert Chikken not being one to mind his own business, traipsed out from his truck thru the brush, around a boulder, across a dry creek and—
	They weren’t like any “aliens” Robert had ever seen; about half a dozen LARGE slug-like green slimy creatures milled about the middle of a grove of pines.  They had a “head”, three arms, three eyes on slug-like stalks, and were tremendously ugly.  They were HUGE!  SLUGS!  But from about the middle they were “upright” and did not have the “slug” apron but moved about something like a snake.
	Also, more notably, were the dozen or so men strewn about.  Strewn about as they were laying about moaning and in some sort of unknown agony.  They were also naked.  Four men, the rest teenage boys sixteen years to nineteen.  Naked.  Laying about.  Moaning.  Shitting eggs.
	Shitting eggs?
	Doubled over in a fetal position the men and teen boys crapped out large, extra large ostrich-like sized “eggs.”  It seemed as painful or more so than a woman delivering a child.  The men were out of their minds during and moreso after.  They pawed the ground during and after, gasped for breath and some went catatonic after making their delivery.
	Then, a pink gargantuan sasquatch came into view.  He was at least seven feet, possibly more.  His fur was—pink.  Pinkish.  A little dirty here and there, long and shaggy everywhere.  It looked like he was wearing a dress, or a Hawaiian muumuu.  And what a goofy face!  That wasn’t right.  You’d expect such a towering creature to be a little more menacing.  You’d be wrong.  This one looked like he was stoned.  Huge eyes that were of no discernable color, no feature indicating a nose, and a wide kooky smile bearing no teeth but a large lolling slime dripping tongue.  Goofy.
	The creature, too, made a noise—“GRONK!”
	da gronk moved to where the men had delivered their eggs and picked them up.  Each egg the creature seemed to nurture.  It was very odd.  So odd that it was captivating and captivated Robert so long that he just barely missed a man being what looked like being sodomized—by one of the alien-slug creatures!
	WTF!?
	Robert diverted his attention from da gronk to the butt fucking alien.
	WTF?!?  Holy shit!  OMG!  Holy mother of monkey’s milk!
	A man with a short black beard, possibly in his mid-40s, naked, shoulder nicely trimmed hair, somewhat muscular, was bent over with his face plowed into the ground.  His arms were broken but he tried to flail about just the same.  His screams and rantings had reached their apex and were no long audible.
	The alien-slug/slug-alien was positioned behind him humping.
	Humping.
	Humping?
	It was difficult to zero in on but there was what seemed to be a phallic, a dick of some sort, a large dinosaur-like penis from the alien’s body sliding slimingly into the man’s body—specifically his asshole.  The man withered and thrashed about as well as he could.  The alien-slug drooled and although his gi-normous size surely would not garner such pleasures as he seemed to be enjoying he seemed to be in a trance just the same.
	The mating ritual done the human was pushed away and there it was—a massive slime coated cock any African would be proud of.  It was huge!  How it managed to go into the human—wow!  
	It just couldn’t be.  It just couldn’t be real!  No way—no how!
	Alien-slugs!  Raping human men?  Wtf!?
	It was something like a horrific low budget science fiction movie.
	That’s what it was!  A movie!  Some mucks from Hollywood, or someplace else, where filming a science fictiony movie!  Of course!  Whew!  That’s what it was—a movie!
	Of course, as Robert backed away not wanting to interfere with the movie set, it was to note that there were no cameras.  Or camera crews.  There was a lacking of a production crew as a whole.

*

Sex, spanking, dildos, whatever
	It was a quarter to the top of the hour and Sarah Mafeet sat nervously on the family sofa.  Her knees were shaking and she displayed genuine fright.  She was awaiting impending doom.  She didn’t have to wait long.  Her father had just come home and in minutes—doom.
	Sarah was sixteen; she wore thrashed jeans, and small purple top, and her dirty blond hair to her shoulders.  An average teen with average problems associated with them.  Well, maybe not.  Sarah was a mix of Asian and American; her mother was American, Irish-American while her father was full Asian-Korean.  He also had a short temper to go with his short stature.  Minutes after his arrival from working overtime at some manufacturing plant that was an hour’s commute away he was presented with a report card.
	It was apparently not a good one.  The five foot five man became enraged and stormed out of the parental bedroom where he had been presented with the report card by his wife and screamed a flurry of unintelligible obscenities at his non-biological daughter, Sarah.
	She screamed back and was whirled around and thrown over the back of the sofa.  The sofa here was no backed up against the wall; a large screen flat screen television occupied space thereon with a coffee table and stereo system beneath.
	A flurry of swats assailed the girl’s ass.  She wailed and thrashed about so bringing her legs up which repeatedly she was told to put her legs down.  When she did so she got swatted again—hard!
	Mr. Riyu held the girl’s thrashed jeans at the back to hold her in place while he beat her.  The girl seemed big enough to thwart the abuse but all she did was wail and thrash about.  Then,
	Mr. Riyu yanked the thrashed jeans down.  Just to her knees.  Then he walloped her ass clad in orange zebra striped panties.  And three hard-hard smacks later he yanked the panties down.
	Five—count ‘em FIVE incredibly hard smacks were landed.  The girl seemed out of her mind as her tender but well tanned ass turned vibrantly red.  Then, 
	The man ripped off the girl’s clothes and stood breathing hard, shaking his stinging hands—watching as his daughter rubbed her searing ass.  The girl then got on her knees.  Got on her knees.  GOT ON HER KNEES and pulled down her non-bio daddy’s beige slacks!
	No undies.
	His cock was hard.  Rock hard.
	Sarah then began masturbating the cock—and was she grinning?
	Her ass was on fire!  The assault on her body looked tremendously horrible.
	But she did in fact look like she was smiling.
	Then she put her mouth to the hard cock and began sucking it.
	“Should we call the police?” Rhonda asked.
	“Fuck NO!” retorted Melinda, “Bend over!”

	As Rhonda and Melinda engaged in shenanigans, Sarah sucked off on the cock in her mouth, then got up on the sofa back she had just been laying across, spread her legs, and “received”.  The short statured man entered his non-bio daughter’s cunt and fucked like it was his last fuck.
	He fucked crazily for several minutes, pulled out and shot an amazing load of spunk all over Sarah’s cunt and belly.  He seemed in some sort of agony.  That was nothing compared to what happened next—and miscreants Melinda and Rhonda missed it!  (but you wont)
	After anointing his daughter’s cunt with his jiz the girl’s bio-mom came in from the hallway.  She was naked save for wearing a shiny black leather adornment of straps that crisscrossed his body.  Her bodacious ta-tas were free as well as her hairless pussy.
	A Korean symbol was tatted on one shoulder, a butterfly of multiple colors was on the other; a large ornate dragon was on her backside.  She would pass for a Korean woman save for her round American eyes; short cropped black hair, short statured as her husband.  She was not a true dark haired woman—just for your information.
	In her hand she carried a braided black leather whip.
	Sarah slipped out from under her non-bio daddy and from the coffee table drawer she brought a long handled long paddled paddle (with holes!)  She also brought a leather strop (similar to that of which barbers used to use).
	Mr. Riyu leaned over the sofa.  His American wife cracked the whip; Mr. R jolted and was told (in Korean) to stretch his arms out.  The man complied grabbing the sofa cushions and bracing.  The whip cracked again and then lashed the man’s backside.  He screamed out in pain, arched his back and brought his legs up—of which they were lashed and the woman screamed at him to put them down.
	Sarah rubbed her still burning ass and was given a nod by her mother.
	The leather strop was first; it landed harshly on the man’s bare ass causing him to jolt nearly out of his skin.  Something odd was going on with this family.  Sarah smacked his ass again and when he brought his legs up he was whipped by his wife.  There were previous welts on the man’s backside, legs.  This was not their first session.  To be a good provider was one thing; to fuck an American teenage girl was something else!  So, it seemed, to provide for his American wife and teenage daughter all the things they wanted and—AND to fuck said teenage daughter they in turn got to beat the shit out of him using whips and strops.
	Even trade I’d say.
	Sarah used the paddle on his feet.
	Then, on his backside he turned bringing his legs back.
	Sarah went and positioned herself on the man’s face.  He screamed into her pussy as she held his legs back and his wife spanked his ass with the paddle.  Sarah fondled his cock and balls and even went down on him sucking his cock wholly.  Her mother barley missed her cocksucking daughter as she wailed upon the man’s ass.
	In Melinda’s bedroom—Melinda wailed on Rhonda’s ass while the crystal dildo was masturbated into her (Rhonda’s) pussy.  The girl’s sixty-nined, spanked one another, spanked one another’s pussy, and wanted to smoke some pot.  There was no more so—
	“Let’s go out and see if we can score a hit.” Melinda said.
	It was getting late, past curfew.  Should they get caught—
	“We wont get caught.” Said Melinda.  Famous last words.

 	Camping out in a backyard was a grandpa-like figure and his two granddaughters.  The hour was late, the night was dark, the air cool.  The backyard was moderate in size inundated with trees of differing sizes and types.  Bushes, shrubs, some boulders, all made the backyard a “forest.”
	The “grandpa” Melinda knew, he was a deacon at her church.  John Beecee; a standing member who sometimes preached!  He sang in the choir, directed people to the pews, and had something to do Christian activities.
	In the backyard of John’s home there was a tent but it was from a small 2-wheeled trailer normally attached to a 2-wheeled motorcycle.  John Beecee was a motorcycle enthusiast; one of those “Christian” motorcycle types.  On Melinda and Sarah’s visit there more than “Christian” activities going on.  They all were naked!
	Twelve year old Brittany was on her back, legs spread, and getting well fucked by her 60-something grandpa.  There wasn’t a lot of light to see well or absolute details but…
	Eight year old Samantha, sister of Brittany, was on her hands and knees, wiggling, giggling, and being fingered by her grandpa.  John humped and humped Brittany, smoothed his hand over Samantha’s ass, and was much less than Christian than he led on to be.
	When he got his nut, from fucking Brittany, he pulled out and humped her pussy.  Melinda knew Brittany as semi outgoing, sang in the children’s choir, but otherwise was out of sight of Melinda.  Samantha was more outgoing, very friendly, had an amazing memory—songs and plays and people’s names, and was always greeting everyone with a smile.
	John sidestepped over to the naked youngster, smoothed his hand over her bare ass, fingered her pussy and asshole, then slapped his cock against her lily white ass.  It was difficult for the two spies to see but the church deacon in good to excellent standing began pumping against the pretty eight year old—he was in her asshole.
	Further down a house or two and in that backyard—
	Two boys, Adam and Zachary, were having a camp out, too.  But instead of a tent they were making use of a refrigerator box.  There was a hole cut in the side, the box laying down with one end open.  One of the boys had his head up thru the hole in the side looking around, giggling.  He was giggling ‘cause the other boy inside the box was sucking his dick!
	Both lads were naked, they were handsome turds being just eight years young.  Adam had fine blond hair that was thick and like a “bowl.”  Zachary had fiery red hair that was also bowl shaped.
	After a time, the boys switched places.
	The girls went on.

	“It’s almost midnight,” said Melinda, “let’s go over to the coffee shop and watch the weirdos!”
	After exiting the alley they crossed Demeany St. the girls made way to the coffee shop where at that particular hour the “weirdos” assembled.  Dead beats, factory workers, Goth people, and an assorted class of no-class peoples who smoked “funny cigarettes” and peed on the cars in the parking lot.
	Just as they made the next alley directly behind the coffee shop—
	A big bright piercing light illuminated them and a booming voice from a car
	“HALT!” and “STAY WHERE YOU ARE!”
	The girls froze.
	A police officer came looming up from the dark tapping his watch.
	“You’re out awfully late,” he said sternly, “way past your curfew.”
	“Shit.” said Melinda.
	“Have to call your folks, from downtown (jail).”
	“Double shit.” said Sarah.
	But first!

	The girls were very shaken—and felt out!  As they “assumed the position” hands on the car, the lone police officer frisked them—and did so that made the girls uncomfortable.  The officer’s hands, and ye his fingers, went probing all about their private areas and breasts.  Neither girl had ID or money on them.
	“Names?” he asked and jotted down their names and address, phone numbers.  Neither girl wanted their parents called—that would be sooo bad news.  Melinda’s parents weren’t out for the evening but the entire weekend!  Some adult retreat or some shit like that.  And Melinda was supposed to be old enough and responsible enough to handle being home alone for the weekend.  Of course she had emergency numbers, 911, mace.  Rhonda’s daddy was “out of town” with a broken drive axle on his truck.  Sure.  Whatever he was really doing he wouldn’t like having to come home to fetch his daughter out of jail.  That would be bad.
	The handcuffs came out and the girls seriously began to freak—and wail.
	“Please don’t arrest us!” almost shrieked a Melinda.
	“Or take us to jail!” cried Rhonda.
	The police officer, Wayne Krunch, smiled (deviously) ushering the girls to the cruiser.  More feeling out, patting down; then,
	“Take your clothes off.” he said flatly.
	The girls’ breaths were taken (away).  They stared bulge eyed in more fear than being simply arrested.
	“Take ‘em off or go to jail—your choice.”
	The girls looked to one another—some choice.
	Arrested, in jail, parents called—or get naked.  Some choice!
	Rhonda began unpeeling first, her shirt and bra.
	Melinda screwed up her face and was terrified.
	Officer Krunch massaged his cock (still tucked inside his trousers.)
	Shots were fired “somewhere” in the vicinity; a call-alert was issued for any unit in the area to investigate; a break-in at a pawn shop, a prowler, car alarm, business alarm, all went unheeded.  Officer Krunch had other priorities.
	With the girls nervously naked,
	“You, in the car, lay down.” he directed Rhonda.
	“Oh shit!” said a dejected Rhonda.  She moved nakedly into the backseat of the police car and laid out, spread her legs, and began fingering herself for the twisted pleasure of the cop.  Meanwhile, a nervously naked Melinda “went to her knees” and took out the man’s cock—as per commanded to do so.
	It was long, hard, and ready to be sucked.
	“Suck it, suck it off and your parents will never know.” (that you were out passed curfew breaking into cars.)
	Crying, sniveling, whimpering, Melinda sucked the man’s cock.
	Rhonda masturbated and knew—she just knew that she (and Melinda) were going to be raped.
	Officer Krunch didn’t cum off in Melinda’s mouth as he said he would, instead; he pulled out in mid suck and fucked her face.  The girl was just as horrified at that as anything else.  Up against her nose he stretched his manly manhood making her suck his hairy balls (which she appalled.)
	Rhonda was nowhere near being sexually “excited”; she fingered her pussy and watched in tranced horror as her friend was face fucked.  Then, the cop focused on Rhonda and her “fingering” and HE became excited.  Down came his pants and into the backseat climbing on the clenching but not so frightened girl.  She WAS frightened a tad bit; just a little.  Mostly and she was pissed off.  The audacity of the officer!
	The man ditched his utility belt, the one with the gun, handcuffs, mace, stun gun, into the front seat and proceeded his assault on Rhonda.  His throbbing hard cock had just made entry into the teen’s pussy when from behind came Melinda.  She was cooing, pawing at the man’s ass, rubbing her nakedness on him—to which the man enjoyed and liked—a lot!
	“Now, see there,” he clucked, “it’s a lot better when you cooperate!” and he slid his cock further into Rhonda’s cunt.
	Melinda locked eyes to Rhonda.  Cocking her head to see past the man’s shoulder and Melinda held up an object.  Handcuffs!  Rhonda nodded.  Her young teenage heart began to beat near out of her chest.  She spread her legs and began manipulating the man’s arms—pinning them behind his back.
	She almost kissed him—almost.
	Instead,
	“Fuck me!” she cooed, “Fuck me hard!”
	Enthused, Officer Krunch began to power fuck the willing teenager.
	Then,
	“HEY!” the man shouted as the handcuffs were ‘cuffed to him.
	“What the fuck!?”
	“We’re bitches,” said Melinda defiantly, “and you ought to know—”
	“NOT TO FUCK WITH BITCHES!” the girls said in unison.
	Rhonda slid out from under the man as he furiously fought to free himself.
	Didn’t work; didn’t work for the countless thieves, car jackers, hippies, drunks, taggers, and other assorted scoundrels and troublemakers he had arrested over the ten years of service to the department of police.  Still, though—
	Krunch flurried about on the ground; the ground with bits of broken glass, stickers, wood chips, tacks, and pavement pebbles.  He flung outwardly his legs trying to kick the girls and demand that they unhandcuff him.  Melinda held up a ring of keys and flung them over the wooden fence of the alley into the yard beyond—the yard containing not one but two Dobermans and a Rott.
	“Go fetch, motherfucker!” said Melinda.
	Meanwhile,
	Rhonda produced from the man’s utility belt the stun gun.  There, too, was a tazer, nightstick, and a 9mm Glock.  For a moment there was fear in the man’s eyes as he locked eyes with the girl he had just sunk his dick into.  Then a fury of furious flying as he tried to get out from his steel bindings.  His clothes were all jacked up at his ankles preventing him from executing any significant move that would aid him in his predicament.
	Melinda grabbed his flying ankles and showing incredible strength flipped the man over and continued to maintain her hold.  The angle of the dangle and already exhausted and with a backside full of broken glass, the man was in little position to do shit about his situation.
	Rhonda touched his thigh with the stun gun.
	Officer Krunch freaked the fuck out.
	Melinda lost her grip on the tormented man; Rhonda nodded to Melinda who got the unsaid message and as the man began to calm down she perched herself on the officer’s face, squeezing tight her thighs to his face.  Then, Rhonda “touched” the man’s balls with the stun gun.

	“Now what?” worried Melinda.  The deed done, there was the problem with the car’s video surveillance identifying them.
	Rhonda thought—and thought—and thought some more.  She was mulling something over when,
	“Car Ten, dispatch, what’s your status?”
	The crackle of the two-way disrupted her thoughts.
	“Car Ten, dispatch, respond.”
	The hour was late, they were behind Millie’s Coffee Shop; a second-hand store was next to it and then a repair garage and junk yard.  A main street was in front, a tire shop on the corner, a slew of shops and such on the far side, some empty.  Neighborhoods all about, barking dogs, cat fight, car alarm going off.
	“We gotta get out of here.” Melinda whined.
	“We gotta erase the evidence that we’ve been here.” Rhonda explained.
	“How?”
	In the trunk was a sophisticated box containing the surveillance video.
	“We need a key to open it.” said Rhonda.  She looked to her friend—the one who had just tossed the set of keys into the doggie yard.
	“Ooops.” then, “I didn’t know!”
	Keys were in the ignition—however, none of them were for the video box in the trunk.
	“Our fingerprints are all over this car.” complained Melinda.
	The girls put their clothes back on, then kicked the drooling-trembling man on the ground.  Melinda took the stun gun applying it to the man’s balls (again).  Rhonda took the nightstick and smashed his nuggets as hard as she could—the man violently retched and spoke in some weird alien tongue.  And for good measure she tazed him, the gun that shoots out electrical wires with a skin piercing barb.
	The man twitched, screamed a slew of obscenities, twitched, and got smack in the balls again by Rhonda’s foot.  She shouted,
	“Be the last fucking time you rape somebody, asshole!” and kicked him again.

	“We gotta get rid of this car.” said Rhonda.  The evidence in the trunk and their fingerprints were too much to ignore and let go.
	“What about him?” Melinda said about Officer Krunch.
	Rhonda thought for a long time, five minutes.
	Meanwhile,
	“Car Ten—dispatch, you’re last known location—20th St. and Chestmount, is this correct?”
	Not quite, but close.  Too close.  Dispatch was sending other Cars to see why Ten wasn’t responding.
	“Help me.” Rhonda said and the two wrestled the worthless cop into the backseat.  He didn’t fight, he was delirious and unable to console his busted balls.
	“Now what?” Melinda asked.

	From North Munion St. to Garden Blvd. and then the entire area west of Munion to the freeway including especially the crosstown freeway and elevated subway area—was a “bad area.”  The derelicts of society, row houses, tenement housing, poor and very poor, heavy drug and prostitute environment.  A bad area.
	And it took fifteen minutes or so from Millie’s Coffee Shop to the bad area.
	Melinda drove slowly; she found the switch to turn off the roof mounted lights and turned down the radio.
	“We are in SOOOO much trouble.” whined continuously Melinda.
	“Shut it!” bitched Rhonda.  But, they WERE in soooo much trouble.
	And it wasn’t over yet.
	Parking under the crosstown freeway the girls left the car, with “passenger” naked in the backseat.  Rhonda zapped his balls “one more time” while Melinda spit on his face.  “Fucker!” they left him handcuffed.
	It was dark where they were—damn dark and damn-damn spooky.
	Dogs barked everywhere—except where they were.
	There was a closed liquor store, a defunct telephone, a fluctuating light above it as well as a flickering light on a light pole.  The area was rough with buildings, huge overgrown shrubs, and a dank funk that hung lifeless in the air.
	“Let’s get the fuck outta here!” cried Melinda.
	The girls held hands and walked as quietly and as invisibly as they could.
	At the corner of Brea and Waynott St. they paused at the bus stop.
	Next bus--#4-01 arriving at 7AM.
	It was 2:45AM currently.
	A crappy car rumbled by; a long beige Cad with broken taillights.
	There were some lights on in homes on the corners; a funky smell lingered in the air—a cross between marijuana and—something else.  It was not a nice area to hang out in waiting for a bus—day or night!
	“There’s an all-night liquor store up ahead,” said Rhonda calmly, “I saw it on our way.” pause, “It had a phone outside.”
	On their way—
	A car slowly came towards them and as it pass Rhonda knew it stopped and was backing up.  The girls freaked and broke into a run.  On their left was a row of old funky overgrown oleander bushes.  The girls dove inside and found a crumbly brick wall.  In a panic they held their breath as the car came to a stop and a black man in pimp-ghetto attire stepped out.  He chewed on a toothpick, was dressed in flashy clothes, small profile beard, leather cap.  He said something but the noisy car radio drowned him out.  He stood for a moment scanning the area then got back in his car and drove off.
	The girls virtually melted.

	Once more and the girls had to dive into the bushes but finally made it to the all-nite liquor store.  Some bums were gathered outside, drinking, smoking funny cigarettes, and peeing openly.  The girls kept to the bushes and slipped up to behind the store then slinked their way along the wall to the two-phone bank.  Right on the corner were the phones.  The bums and other derelicts were at the other end.
	A slew of crude (and rude) drawings were on the phones, and walls.  Spent condoms were on the ground, broken beer bottles, and just a seedy atmosphere made the entire area—bad.  Rhonda nervously dialed a number.  She hadn’t had any money on her—thankfully, though, Officer Krunch had a billfold and loose change in his pocket!
	“Uh, hello?” said a sleepy weary voice on the other end.
	“Freddy?  This is Rhonda.”
	“Uh, whaz up?”
	“I need you.”
	“Whoa.” Then, “Uh, it’s like, uh, three a-m.”
	“Yes, I know—but, me and Mel, we’re in a bad area.”
	Pause.
	“Freddy?”
	“Uh, yeah?  Bad area?”
	Rhonda explained the “bad area.”
	“What the eff you doing there?”
	“Long story,” said Rhonda cringing at the story, “can you come get us?”
	Slight pause, then, “Uh, yeah.” then, “Is that it?”
	“That’s it.”
	“Uh, ok.” click.
	“Soooo, is he coming?” a nervous Melinda asked.
	“I have no idea.” Rhonda answered and slumped/slid against the crap-tastic crumbly beige wall.
	Half an hour later…
	Freddy’s late model politically incorrect Lincoln pulled up to the liquor store.  The girls had been hiding behind the building slipping out whenever a car pulled up.  At one time during the thirty minute wait the ghetto-pimp pulled up and went inside the store.
	Ten minutes later he returned, looked around, acknowledge the gathering at the other side of the store then left.  Rhonda for one was very relieved.  Finally, Freddy.
	The girls were quiet in the ride back to the “better part” of town.
	“Uh, your house or what?” Freddy asked of Rhonda—or whoever would answer.
	“Mine.” said Rhonda.
	“’k.”
	“Would you come in?” Rhonda asked trying to keep control of herself as Freddy pulled up to the house.
	“What about your dad?” he asked.
	“He’s out of town.”
	“’k.”
	Inside the house and Rhonda made for the bathroom upstairs where she began throwing up ridiculously.  Melinda made for the kitchen and slammed a soda.  Freddy followed—he had a few questions but kept them to himself.
	“You got any weed?” he asked.
	“Sorry.”
	“No worries.” he chuckled and produced a joint he had stashed anyways.
	“I’m going to check on Ro.”
	“’k.” Freddy shrugged, farted, and toked.  His parents were “away” for the weekend, too.  After grabbing a soda he parked his carcass on the sofa, slammed the soda, and after hitting the doobie fell asleep.

*

Whoa!  Shit!  What the eff up!?
	“Whoa!  Shit!  What the eff up!?”
	Rhonda and Melinda were laying on Rhonda’s bed side by side—naked.
	A nice morning breeze made its acquaintance drifting into the girlie bedroom; a slightly stoned Freddy stood at the open bedroom door—gawking.
	The girls sat up.  Neither could speak (but there was a lot to say.)
	“Sooo,” drawled Rhonda, “uhm, you like wanna join us?”
	Freddy’s eyes bulged, “Uh, dude!”
	Freddy was cool, he was a stoner, seventeen years old, was amazingly somehow a history wizard, was good to very good in math, loved English—er, English Lit.  Wasn’t crazy about biology (but was into herbology…)
	After shucking his clothes he ambled slowly over to the bed.
	He was a few cunt hairs over six foot (2meters); thick ultra curly brown hair, stoned blue eyes, kind of gangly and lanky, destined for military school.  His cock was hard and the girls giggled.  The hours earlier were still about them but as Freddy entered Rhonda those horrors began to disappear.
	Melinda fingered herself and watched in awe as Freddy’s dong slid in and out of her friend’s cunt.  The fuck was on.  Freddy locked his arms and stared down from Rhonda’s face to her bouncing titties.  He brought his cock almost all the way out but then plunged back in to pump furiously.
	Rhonda thrashed about some, gripped Freddy’s arms then wrapped her legs about his and seemed to thoroughly enjoy getting laid.  Melinda furiously frigged herself casting off the horrors of Officer Krunch.  Krunch, by the way, had been found in his car, naked, and in a state of delirium.  The fellows who found him knew him, some had been arrested and harassed by him.  Krunch was taken out of his car by some of the black youths while others took the car.  Neither would be seen again.
	After cumming off in Rhonda, Freddy sat back staring at his cum laden on Rhonda’s pussy.
	“Jeeze!” he sat with a sheepish smile.
	Rhonda fingered herself, breathed hard, sweated, and actually desired to get screwed again.  But it was Melinda’s turn.  Freddy was only too happy to oblige.  Before plunging his fuck stick into Melinda’s willing cunt, though, Freddy went down on her licking her out making her fuck his face and subsequently cum thereon.  It was an incredible session.  And when he had sufficiently creamed off in Melinda’s cunt—his already blown mind was blown more when family friend Rhonda “went down” on him.  She did!  She sucked off on Freddy’s cock freshly explunged from Melinda’s cunt!
	Then she mounted him.
	Freddy’s teenage dong was still significantly hard and as he lay in delirium from being sucked, naked (and willing) Rhonda plopped herself down onto his cock sliding her sex down onto his.  The boy was unable to say word one.

	After Freddy went home; after fucking both girls then a mutual shower together, then breakfast, Rhonda and Melinda returned to the bedroom where they lay from the early morning to the afternoon; naked together with the horrors that had befell dissipating.
	Had they gone out that day (for spying) they would have observed the following:
	Down the alleyway some houses down and Grandpa Allen was babysitting his four year old granddaughter, Joanna.  Joanna loved to paint; she loved to watch butterflies, she loved to run amok in the house and backyard, she loved to cuddle/sleep in her grandpa’s lap, and she loved peanut butter sandwiches and peanut butter sandwiches was what her dear grandpa made for her, drawing a big “J” in the butter, too!  The little girl was a real cutey pie; long silky brown hair, sweet little face, embarrassed easily, and was just as cute as could be!  She often wore kiddie dresses, sometimes short pants, and sometimes dashed about amok-like with nothing at all!
	This, of course, got her grandpa’s attention.
	After moving in with his daughter after the recent loss of his wife, Allen became a full time babysitter.  His single daughter worked at a downtown office building downtown and freed her up from hiring someone or taking the tyke to daycare.  Allen loved the little scamp; they had adventures together, went to the museums, zoos, the mall, and parks.
	One day, this day, after washing hands and face from the peanut butter lunch, Joanna plopped herself down onto her grandpa’s lap to be read to.  As per the norm, as he began to read to her she began to fall asleep.  As soon as she was--
	Aged hands that had worked papers for years and years began sliding up the youngster’s legs.  Slowly-slowly-slowly was the light blue dress with duckies all over them was inched up.  Once the dress was up enough to reveal her typical basic blue panties he held his breath and checked the remote control-like device.
	(everyone has a Device!)
	He thought carefully.
	He closed his eyes and swallowed hard.
	It was just after noon o’clock.
	He waited.
	Joanna was sound-sound to sleep.
	A time or two before when she had been “sound-sound” to sleep and he had managed to be a little naughty; lifting her dress, sliding her panties down, and having a good incestuous looksee at her pussy.  But more was wanted.  He waited.
	All the little lights on the Device were “green.”  That indicated that the child’s mind was his—his to control.  Well, so much as it was that she would be “unaware” of whatever it was her grandpa wanted to do.  The Device was not sophisticated as many were; it was low-key and had only one main ability—mind numbing.  But with a wee child who was sleepy already—the Device was merely a back-up plan.
	Allen began tugging the panties down.
	Joanna remained sound-sound to sleep.
	Allen tugged the panties ALL THE WAY down—and then off!
	His cock was rock hard and with some awkwardness he managed to free it from his trouser and lay it against his granddaughter’s hairless pussy.  He virtually melted.  It was a dream cum true.  A fantasy.  Long had he desired to have inappropriateness with Joanna.  Long had he fantasized doing very-very naughty things to her.  A great deal of his life’s saving had he spent to obtain the Device that would help him fulfill those very-very naughty things.
	With her panties off (and his dick against her) he began working off her dress.  Joanna remained steadfastly asleep.  Allen spread her legs and began moving his dick all over her sex; then began slap/smack/spanking her pussy finding newness in his naughtiness.
	Finding the girl not responding to his naughty delights, Allen began gouging her slit.  A strong desire loomed—he wanted to fuck her!  But he couldn’t.  For one, she would know and then her mother would know.  Then he would know the brutality of pervs in prison.
	Still, though, he was delighted by his doings and gouged her cunny until he felt the urge.  The other urge.  He began masturbating and even took Joanna’s little tyke hands having her help out the cause.
	A grand jutting of cum soiled the child’s cunt pleasing the retired advertising man greatly.  Rubbing his cum squirter all over his granddaughter’s cunny continued to please him—so much so that he moved her to the sofa.  There and with the child on the cushion and he on his knees, he bashed her soiled twat with his cock somewhere keeping himself from the ultimate sin.
	He did, though, do a fair amount of poking.

	It was almost a daily ritual; feed Joanna, read to her, put her to electronic sleep, get her naked and cum on her pussy.  He humped her pussy simulating fucking her (but he just humped against her cunt) until ejaculation.  There was some anal probing with his grandpa dick and then he was gliding his dick against her mouth!
	The desires, though, to fuck-fuck-fuck her were insurmountable.
	But there was just no way.  To break in her four year old pussy—she would be sore!  Then her mother would be sore.
	Her mother.
	Allen thought—and thought—and then thought some more.
	Could he?  Could he mind zap his daughter, too?
	That was interesting.
	Very interesting.
	Still, though, he wanted a little one like Joanna.
	A perv is a perv.

I cum, therefore I am
	At his church where he helped out being a greeter and usher the Prospects were plentiful.  Young girls from ten and younger tantalized him greatly.  So cute!  And such a myriad of clothing; dresses, shorts, pants, jeans, skirts.  Bright sunny faces; blonds, brown hair, red heads.  Girls with lumpy chests and some who were flat.  Girls with cute little laughs.  Girls who greeted him, hugged him, and delighted him.
	But how?  How to “acquire” one, or two, to satisfy his lust?
	Having the Device was one thing—and it only DID one thing.
	Opportunity would have to supply itself.
	Meanwhile, Joanna!
	With his little granddaughter he was relatively satisfied.  The mind blanking machine worked well—she never knew nothing!  He was more than elated when learning that the youngster had no adverse effects from being affected (by the EMAD.)  There had been some concerns but those were laid to rest as day after day and the little tyke was her merry little self.
	He did wish, though, that she was a little more livelier during their “special” sessions.  He wanted her to jack him off, to suck his dick, sit on his face, and generally interact with him.  But the EMAD he had had only one function—mind zapping.
	Little Joanna was six months away from being five years young.  Allen tested the waters, so to speak, with just how much could he get away with.  I.E.; spanking.  Not hard, but enough to make a sound and turn the little girl’s ass a nice shade of red.
	She didn’t even shed a tear!
	The joy was, though, just to see her naked.  He wished that he could see her playing whilst naked—that would be such a boon!  But having her naked to himself was ok, too.  He enjoyed undressing her, then feeding her his cock.  All over that sweet face he humped, then in the mouth to pump.  Laying her out on her bed he licked and licked and slapped his cock against her sex.  How he managed to keep his cock from invading her young cunny he didn’t know.  The pressure was mounting—he had to get a girl like her (age) to fuck!
	Oh!  But first!  This happened—

Of all things, plans don’t always go well
	This ever happen to you?  You’re standing there naked with your dick in a four year old’s mouth and her mother comes in?  Kinda hard to explain that one.
	“I was cleaning her room and she fell on my cock!” Uhm, no.
	“We’re playing Hide ‘n Seek and got carried away.”  Good one.
	“It’s not what you think.”
	“It’s an alien illusion.”
	I’d go with the latter.
	Joanna’s mom, however, freaked the fuck out.  But before she got too carried away, though, Allen grabbed the handy-dandy EMAD and hit the emergency mind zap button.  It was the same as the only other button for regular mind zapping but the “emergency” button was more potent.
	Noreen stood absolutely still.
	So did Allen’s heart.
	“Sweet sorry sonofabitch!” he said.  This was not good.  ‘Now what?’

	The day was early; Noreen had come home early unexpectedly for some fucked up reason—and parked her car out at the curb rather than alert her father by pulling into the drive.  There was no way to explain his actions.  Little Joanna was naked, HE was naked, his dick had been fully in her mouth.  Nope, no way to explain that.
	Now what?
	Sitting on the girl’s bed he contemplated.  His chest hurt.  His head hurt.  His dick—well, it felt tingly (like that pin cushiony feeling he was having in his left arm…)
	Standing up before his daughter his mind raced trying to come up with some logical reason that she would buy (for being naked with his naked four year old granddaughter with his dick in her mouth.)
	There was no reason logical or otherwise.
	He was fucked.
	He got a little angry but kept it to himself.  Walking around his daughter and he lashed out at her—swatting her ass just to relieve himself.
	Hmmm, kinda felt good.
	So he did it again.
	She wore beige slacks, sandals, and a loose fitting non-matching top.
	Not any more!
	For some reason a sudden bizarre mood struck him.  It had been a long-long time since he had last seen his daughter naked.  A long time since he had swatted her ass.  His eyes fluttered, his mind shuttered, his heart puttered.  Down came the slacks and there she was in vibrant red bikini panties.
	A smile came to Allen’s face.  He brightened a bit—there was still peril to be considered—but first!  He lowered her panties.  There was a bit of marveling to consider as he stood and gazed into his daughter’s brown eyes.  There was still a massive amount of pissed offedness behind those eyes but she was still mind locked.
	Allen stepped around his daughter bashing her ass with his rock hard cock.
	Then he stepped up against placing his dick down between the folds of her pillowy ass; then he “reached around” fondling her bodacious ta-tas.  Then he fingered her pussy and a new urge undeniable swamped him.
	Over to Joanna’s bed did Allen guide his now naked daughter.  He marveled again at how he was able to manipulate her around—just as he did with Joanna.  He was able to move her to the bed, spank her, finger her pussy, fondle her breast, and put his dick in her mouth!
	OH!

	He came, he saw, he fucked all over the place.  It seemed the thing to do.  After pawing his daughter (and placing his dick in her mouth) he moved down to lick her out.  Not a thing there was from Noreen.  There was no way she would tolerate what he was doing to her—she hated pervs and wanted them all to have their balls cut off and a glass bead inserted into their penis (then broken.)
	After much cunt munching he moved up and drove his cock into the woman’s pussy.  What would his pastor think!  Allen smiled to himself—the pastor had a hot wife he definitely wanted to fuck.  He thought hard about spanking that woman—then fucking her brains out!  She was tall, hailed from Texas, thin build, nice-nice titties, and was probably a wildcat in the sack!
	Allen fucked his daughter, creamed a mighty healthy load then sat back utterly exhausted.  The “now what” returned to him as he watched his cum leak out of her pussy.  He sighed and couldn’t come up with a formidable plan that would make this incident all better.  Releasing her mind and she would be right at the incidence where she saw her father with his dick in her daughter’s mouth.
	There was just no explaining that!
	Then,
	“Baxter!”
	Baxter Ellsrot.
	Not a kitty cat name, or a dog, or a horsey, pig, ram.  It was a man.  A tall, thin, wiry, man with a deep drawling voice.  He was a cowboy who had a small ranch north of town and was a good friend of Allen’s.  The man also had an adult son of whom Allen was more interested in.  Not for sexual purposes.
	A time back and Baxter and his ranch came under some hard times; bills were unpaid, past due, and he had begun selling off equipment and animals.  Then his drop-out college son came home and days later—bills were paid.  In their early days the two men (Allen/Baxter) palled around together getting into various mischief of one sort or another.

Horsing around
	When Allen was fifteen, and Baxter was 20, they came to work at a dude ranch for the summer.  Baxter was already a hired hand at the ranch, like Allen, he had come there when he was nigh but fifteen and learned the ropes—so to speak.  After a few years he (Baxter) ditched college and became a full time hand.  He broke in new arrivals—horses, not guests, and guided new two-legged arrivals thru the rigors of the cowboy life.
	Baxter and Allen hit it off and became fast friends.  Allen was eager to learn and Baxter was eager to teach.  Allen wasn’t big headed like some other teens who came along.  He genuinely wanted to learn how to be a cowboy.  During their friendship they learned the other’s unique peculiarities; i.e. perversions.
	And that was detailed to the young ladies who came to the ranch.
	Mostly teenage girls (but not specifically.)
	Neither had much interest in the young women.
	Both had a keen interest, though, in the younger fare.
	One fine summery day while taking some time off they both eyed some of that “younger fare” as they pranced about the ranch swimming pool clad in skimpy two-piece bathing suits (the younger fare speaking of here; two cowboys prancing about in two-piece skimpy bathing suits would raise eyebrows.)
	The youngest fare was about six years old clad in an almost inappropriate neon green suit.  She was way pretty, long-long-long blond hair that was super curly.  She had no form, not titties but a wondrous smile and both observing cowboys desired to see her prancing about the pool deck naked.
	“I think we gotta take a ride!” said Baxter.
	Allen was for that—any more lingering and he was going to have a problem.
	They mounted up and rode off for a day of riding. 

	From the dude ranch (where city folk come to be cowboys for a weekend or week) the cowboys rode out across bit of desert to a nearby meadow.  The meadow had a small stream meandering thru the middle of it; a bit of a pine forest was off to one side, farms and ranches were to the other side.  Deep in the middle of the meadow it was very overgrown.
	“Not much you could do with one like that.” Allen said casually.  Although they had been “friends” for a while, checked out various girls of this age and that, Allen knew to be wary—just in case.
	“No, but you could do enough!” chucked Baxter.
	“Mostly in the mouth!” chortled back Allen.
	“You could do more.”
	Allen wondered about that—the girl they had seen had been pretty (and pretty young.)  Could a guy like Allen (or Baxter) get his dick in her?  Pussy?  Asshole?  Even the mouth would be a toughie.
	“It sure would be fun trying!” Allen said back.
	“Damn straight!”
	Just then they saw another rider.  Far off, brown horsey with white speckles on the back end going off at an angle from them.
	“Cant tell who it is.” Baxter said.  Too far.
	The two rode into the woods trying to gain ground on the trotting whoever.
	At length,
	“Lacie!”  as Lacie J Widetoes on her Tennessee Walker, Willie.
	She was from a neighboring ranch and was a junior in high school.

	A fair horseman she was; prominent in the junior rodeo circuit.  Shoulder length bouncy dark brown hair, a serious face, four brothers, and a nice set of hooters both Allen and Baxter thought highly of.  There was also a nice “butt”, those tight-tight fitting jeans, and a wonder if her four brothers got an 8-second ride out of her?
	Dismounting their horses the two would-be scallywags slipped up to where Lacie had also dismounted.  When she “ducked down” the two cowboys smiled.  She was taking a pee!  Allen saw out the corner of his eye Baxter rubbing himself.  Allen did so, too.  The thought of the girl squatting having herself a pee thoroughly enthused him.
	Chuckling, Baxter picked up a small rock and gave it a good hurl—right at Willie’s flank!  Not to harm the horse but to spook it in hopes of spooking Lacie who would stand up in mid pee.
	Willie took offense at being struck, he bucked and made a noise and Lacie stood up.  She looked around wildly—the dense grass was waist high and the distance and angle all prevented the boys from seeing anything “good.”
	Lacie looked wildly around then fussed with getting her clothes back together.  Then she remounted and looked around some more.  Satisfied all was well she goaded her horse to move on.  Baxter hurled another rock—he had great aim!  Willie bucked again.  Lacie whirled around,
	“Whoever it is—QUIT IT!”
	She was serious and pissed off.
	Baxter and Allen kept out of sight as the rider moved on.  Then,
	Allen took a turn and his aim was a little off—he didn’t hit Willie’s flank but Willie’s rider!  She turned around with burning fire in her blue eyes.  Baxter threw a rock his hardest striking Willie’s ass causing the animal to rear up and be just as pissed off—so much so that he tossed Lacie!
	The dismounted cowgirl struck the ground and lay unconscious.  Willie made a bunch of horsey noises and galloped.  Allen was sure that he heard distinctly Willie snorting “You fuckers!”  maybe not.
	Anyways,
	Lacie lay still on the ground.  The boys approached cautiously.  She was still breathing and had a bit of blood to the back of her head.
	“Knocked her ass out!” chortled Allen.
	Baxter nodded that it was so and knelt down straightening out her legs.
	Shaking her legs, calling her name, Baxter checked her status then—
	Looking up to Allen there was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
	Taking her boots off and Baxter hurriedly got Allen excited.  Willie was way-way off towards the end of the meadow.  Lacie lay unconscious—and totally unawares of what was happening.
	Boots off, Baxter undone the teen’s turquoise jeans and pulled them down—then off.  A pair of yellow panties greeted the boys and they both let out a whoop.  The panties were taken down her long legs and there she was—naked.  Well, near naked—she still had her western shirt (and bra on.)
	Not for long.  Baxter made quick time getting Lacie naked.  Then, one security sweep to make sure and down came his pants.  Allen yanked his pud out and began pulling on it marveling at the brash audacity of his friend.  And the audacity went ten-fold as Baxter Ellsrot “mounted” the unconscious Lacie.
	The fuck was on.  A little pussy fingering but that was all.  Allen had little sexual experience and had no idea how to tell if a girl was a virgin or not.  She wasn’t.  (she had four brothers!)
	Baxter got busy with the fucking; Lacie made a face and was somewhat aware but too fucked up (with head injury and then being bucked from a horse) to make a fuss about it.  Allen masturbated and ogled the fuck; he liked the girl’s jiggling titties but feasted on the pumping action going on between her legs.
	Some few minutes later and—
	“Sloppy seconds?” Baxter chuckled as he withdrew and sat back.
	Allen had no idea what “sloppy seconds” meant.  Baxter got out of the way and Allen got “in the way.”  He put his fuck stick to the still unconscious teen and began fucking like he had never fucked before!  And he hadn’t!
	Baxter played with his cum dripping dick commenting,
	“She’s a good fuck, but that girl at the pool would’ve been better!”
	Allen agreed.

Evidently it’s evidence
	“We’d better take her clothes and stuff.”
	“Why?” asked Baxter; although it was a keen idea leaving the girl naked.
	“Your fingerprints—all over that belt buckle, boots, and shit.”
	And shit.
	Baxter nodded, “Good idea.”  Fingerprints—bad idea.
	
	Lacie was starting to come around.  The two miscreant cowboys long gone.  Willie had come back to her, nuzzling her and pawing the ground.  She awoke and was groggy.  Her head hurt terribly.  When she moved any part of her body, especially her head, she got dizzy and felt a wave of heat swarm thru her body—inside and out!
	It took a few minutes before she realized that she was naked.
	Then she screamed—startling Willie who darted off (again.)
	The realization that she had been raped followed.
	  
	Reprobates Baxter and Allen returned from whence they came and were immediately re-enthused by the small bevy of young’uns at the pool.  The young one they had seen earlier was still there; so were half a dozen other young people all of which had the cowboys aching.
	In their shared bunkhouse they stripped off their clothes and lay on their bunks—masturbating.  Lacie was still on their mind.  Her clothes (and belt buckle, boots, and shit) were an abandoned mining pit with dirt thrown over it, some rocks, and then the boys peed all around the area (to ward off sniffing dogs and whatever.)
	“My Ma would catch me doing this,” chortled Bax, “and she’d tell my Pa and he’d tan my ass!”
	Allen never got caught.  He giggled (and kept jerking).
	“Hope she doesn’t cause too much trouble.” Allen said off-handedly.
	“She does,” said Baxter, “we’ll just have to knock her off her horse, again!”
	A five thousand dollar reward was put out by the sheriff’s department for information leading to the arrest of the party responsible for the sexual assault on Lacie.  And also was made mention the missing belt buckle; it was given to her from a rodeo event and was estimated to be worth about five hundred dollars.

Must be something in the desert air; along with horse shit, wild desert flowers, clean air, pine scent, and horse shit
	The dude ranch’s owner/operator had a young son who stayed at the ranch.  He was a nice lad of twelve, could ride a horse well, and was likable.  A few days after Baxter and Allen’s triumphant return and Baxter observed the young nice likable lad “playing” with a visiting boy.  Both had their pants and underwear down “playing” with each other’s puds.  Puds, balls, and ass.  The boys were close together and after mutually masturbating one another they copped a feel of the other’s ass.
	They weren’t gay per se; they were “experiementing.”
	They were “experimenting” in one of the horsey barns, way-way in the back behind a wall of baled hay.  Josh had short neat cut brown hair, freckled face and very boyish on the eve of being a teenager.  He had a nice wang, too.  It seemed to be a bit longer than a normal twelve year old boy should have.  The other boy, “Kevin” played with—played with it—sucked it.
	Both lads grinned the entire time behind the hay stack.  Kevin went to his knees giggling like a little girl.  He masturbated Josh, fondled his balls, then put his mouth to the boy’s erect dong and heartily sucked it.
	Josh liked; he giggled, caressed his own ass, and ran his fingers thru Kevin’s thick mop of red hair.  Kevin didn’t seem opposed to cock sucking and to the casual observer (Baxter) would have thought the boy was a pro.
	After he had sucked his fill—it was Josh’s turn (to suck.)  Josh was not an avid cock sucker as there was some hesitation.  But he went to his knees, eyed the one-eyed monster waggling proudly before him, closed his eyes, and performed the oral copulation.  How he liked it (or not) couldn’t rightly be seen but the boy sucked and sucked and sucked some more.
	Then they got into a cockfight.  They giggled like crazy before the boy, Kevin, turned about presenting his ass.  Josh slapped his throbbing hard slobbered on cock against the boy’s ass then dragged it up and down the crack.  Kevin pulled his cheeks open and the invite was there for the taking.  For sure and Josh particularly wanted his first sexual encounter to be with a girl—but a hole was a hole!
	He plunged in.
	What his thoughts were about the devilish deed—unknown.  He went “in” slowly, pulled out then went back in sliding mostly all the way before instinctively pumping.  Kevin, the fuckee, oohed, ahhed, pulled his tube, and seemed to enjoy the backdoor banditry.
	Josh took his turn—getting creeped out when new friend Kevin dropped to his knees and tongued Josh’s cornhole.  A rim job!  Kevin was on the very verge of being an astute gay boy in training.  He licked Josh’s hole, played with the dangling nads, then stood up and made entry.
	The following day and Kevin went with his family on a day outing.  Josh didn’t go, he stayed to do some chores.  Those chores were in the barn of sin.  Baxter confronted the lad,
	“So you like cock, huh?” he smiled.
	Josh went into panic mode.
	“It’s ok,” chortled the cowboy, “I’m kinda that way, too!” kinda.
	The two went behind the hay wall and with some trepidation Josh got naked.
	Baxter shucked his clothes to his ankles and stood presenting a major boner.
	With some hesitation and Josh took to sucking the man’s dong.
	Baxter fucked the boy’s handsome boyish face—then turned him around and fucked him royally.  Baxter wasn’t “gay” but wasn’t one to turn down a hole.  Josh tolerated the butt fucking—more for the point that he had been seen being naughty with Kevin.  Afterwards, and—
	“Wanna go for a ride?”
	Did he have a choice?
	Josh mounted up and the two rode off for a day of adventure.
	Again and Baxter made for Long Meadow.  The ride was congenial, the two talked of the ranch, the guests, the horses, and of Baily and Kimberly.  Baily and Kimberly were summer time ranch hands; like Baxter and Allen.  They helped keep the ranch clean, maintained the horses, and took guests for rides.
	Baily was sixteen; a nice girl, lots of tomboy in her, and a very good horseman.  Kimberly was blond, more friendlier, excellent on the horse.  She was fifteen and had Josh’s attention—a lot!  So the subject turned to sex.
	“So other than fooling with your friend,” Baxter said along the way, “you’d like to fuck Kimberly?”
	Josh shrugged, the whole affair was not to his liking, kind of bold and brash from Baxter—and a whole lot of embarrassing.  Even at twelve years young and young Josh knew that he had been taken advantage of—blackmailed.  What he and friend Kevin had done was supposed to be private.  He didn’t see himself as gay, just experimenting.  Maybe Kevin was gay, but Josh didn’t see himself that way, “just experimenting.”
	They rode in silence making their way along the woody area against the meadow when they chanced upon seeing a lone rider.  The rider was going at an angle from the flat desert merging into the meadow diagonally making for the woods and the ranches on the other side.
	Baxter and Josh entered the woods and made their way on an intercept course.  As they neared Baxter made an ID of the rider.  It was Lacie!  He smiled and formulated a plan.
	Not again!
	“Watch this!” he chuckled to Josh.  It had only been a couple of weeks since the “last time” and here she was again tempting fate.  Baxter gave his rock a throw and hit Willie’s ass flank causing him to instantly freak the fuck out bucking his rider right off right off.
	“Holy shit!” blurted Josh.
	Baxter ran towards the downed rider finding her not as unconscious as she had been previously.  No matter, a good palm sized rock did the trick.  She twitched and spoke unintelligible words before falling limp to the ground—just as Josh arrived.
	“Holly shit!” he blurted again.
	Willie had gone off whinnying a bitch vowing never to come into the meadow again.
	“What’ll we do?” asked a nearly panicky Josh.
	Baxter smiled and a familiar devil’s twinkle filled his eyes,
	“Well, lad, we take advantage of the situation.”
	And if Josh wasn’t for that—well, then there’d be TWO situations to take care of!
	Josh stood in mesmerment as Baxter slipped off the teen’s boots—then undone her jeans.  Not a word could the boy utter as he watched his bizarre friend undress the girl.  It was to note that when the girl’s pink panties were tugged down young Josh got a raging boner.
	Baxter paused only momentarily (after removing Lacie’s panties.)  Mostly for Josh’s benefit.  The young lad’s eyes focused solely on the girl’s naked pussy.  It was his first.  Baxter then went on to slip off the girl’s shirt and bra and there she was—naked.
	Josh was thoroughly enthralled.
	Baxter fingered the girl’s cunny; she moaned a little but babbled moreso.
	Looking around for a security check, Baxter stripped off his clothes and nodded with a smile to his young companion.  Josh hesitated slightly; there was concern but as to what he didn’t know—so he stripped off his clothes and watched as Baxter put his hard-on into the girl’s pussy.
	Lacie rolled her head, her eyes rolled, too.  She babbled slightly and Baxter smiled to her.  He began pumping and Josh began masturbating.  Willie could be heard whinnying way-way off.  Baxter paused a moment to look up but couldn’t see him due to the high meadow grass.
	Josh’s attention was fully on the naked Lacie.  Baxter returned his attention from his momentary distraction and continued fucking.  Lacie’s legs flailed, she moaned, babbled incoherently, then her head began twitching.  That wasn’t a good sign.
	“Is-is she ok?” inquired Josh.
	“Yep!” smiled Baxter reaching his goal, “She’s just delirious with getting laid.”
	Josh was satisfied with that—an when Baxer had gotten his nuts off and then dismounted,
	“Your turn.”
	Josh paused a half second then scooted over and got between the teen’s opened legs.  Her breathing was labored and the whole situation just didn’t seem right.  Looking to Baxter with some puzzlement the boy displayed his concern.
	“You’d better get to doing her before she wakes up!” Baxter cooed.
	Josh didn’t want to miss an opportunity to get his first fuck (of a girl) so he put his dick to her and got busy with the program.  Baxter patted the boy’s ass, squeezed a cheek, fondled his slapping balls, fondled his own, then moved around to offer his cock to Josh.
	“Suck me.” he said.
	Josh wasn’t too keen on that deal but enthused with fucking he took Baxter’s bone.  Baxter’s balls went into the delirious Lacie’s mouth and thrills aplenty there was!  Josh got his nuts off quickly; he shuddered and went into a catatonic state of being.  Baxter returned his cock to Lacie’s cunt fucking her into oblivion—and beyond!  As he lay on her fucking slowly the young cowgirl slipped away.
	“You’d better get dressed and get back to the ranch.” said Baxter slowly, 	“I’ll take care of this.”
	Josh dressed and continued to be in both delirium as well as concerned.  He knew something wasn’t right.  Regardless, he mounted up and rode off leaving Baxter to “take care.”
	First!
	Voices alerted Baxter to the fact that he wasn’t alone in the meadow.
	The day was hot and in the middle of it.  Peeking up above the tall grass and he could just see more horses and people—searching for Lacie no doubt.  Laying down he dressed—he hated distractions.  His own horse was in the woods—it was a long crawl to get to him.
	He waited, though.  Lacie was dead.  If he left her as such and she was found—the investigation that followed would be a harrowing one.  It would be the second time for her; the evidence of “rape” would be hard to ignore.  The conk on the head another.  However, if he wiped her pussy clean of “evidence” and dressed her maybe then it could be looked at as a simple case of being bucked.
	Maybe.
	The voices diminished, er, faded.  Peeking up again and he could just see the searchers searching in the far end of the meadow where Willie had gone off to.  Baxter thought and thought and then thought some more.  He did wipe Lacie’s pussy, then tucked her panties in his jean pocket.  Then, after dressing her, he crawled thru the meadow dragging her along until he came to the vertical mine where he had ditched her belt buckle and boots from the previous encounter.
	The body of Lacie J Widetoes fell some twenty feet landing with a clump.
	Baxter pushed in some rocks and dirt, then peed all around the area before offering a small prayer.  Once back at the ranch he avoided Josh.  He took a long hot shower, vomited, then hid out of sight for quite some time.

(no one here) just us girls horsing around
	There’s a certain special relationship between a girl and her horse; usually and that horse is male and usually that relationship is sexual.  Same with the relationship between father and daughter.  
	Upset with the unfortunate circumstances involving Lacie, Baxter wasn’t sleeping well and often got up (around midnight) to stroll about the property.  On one of these “strolls” he came upon something of interest.  In one of the barns there was an activity going on.  And having handy-dandy night vision goggles clued him in on that activity.  The night vision goggles were used (at night) to check on pesky coyotes that often came to the ranch in search of food and water.
	In the barn in the far stall was Kimberly Drumhead with her horse, Kuizno.
	Both were naked.

	It took a little time to get in prime position; on his way to do so and he bashed his knee and then his head on the barn.  The head bash made him dizzy; it passed but made him nauseous.  By the time he got to Kimberly (and Kuizno) if anything narly had gone on he had missed it—but, what he did get to see was the young fifteen year old masturbating Kuizno!  She was!
	On her knees the young teen furiously frigged herself all the while she stroked the mighty cock of her 3-yr. old pinto.  The horse made noises, shifted and shuddered indicating his pleasure.  The angle of the dangle, however, was not prime and Baxter couldn’t see absolutely the goings on.  The girl stood and oh how Baxter wanted to see her up close and personal.

	“Is-something-wrong?” she asked inquisitively.
	Caught!  Baxter hung his head apologetically.
	“Sorry, I wasn’t staring,” he corrected, “I-I was in deep thought and you were in the way!” he smiled.  The man’s smile eased Kimberly’s fears.  She was a long tall girl, from Tennessee.  Long blond hair in usual twin pig tails but also in other various forms differing from week to week.  Very tan body, and she had a nice smile of her.
	Sitting across the table in the chow hall and Baxter had drifted in his thoughts; Lacie took precedent, then Josh, getting thrown from a new horse the other day knocking the breath out of him, and Kimberly masturbating her horse the other night.  It was cause for staring.
	He watched the girl get up from the long lunch table adorned with a blue checkered cloth picnic covering.  She had a nice ass!  Along with that smile, that hair, that tan—she had a nice ass!  After busing her tray she gave a look over her shoulder to see if he was still watching her.  Anticipating that she would do that he looked the other way.  The girl made her way outside and Baxter followed—albeit sneakingly.
	She had gone towards her bunkhouse but then at the last moment diverted her route to the barn.  After checking the bulletin board for tasks still needed to be done, chores, or sign-up to take guests on a ride, the girl disappeared into the barn where her horesy, Kuizno was in his stall.
	It was mid afternoon so little chance that she would fool around with him.
	But she might!
	She merely checked on her hosey, gave him a carrot, a hug, cooed to him, then sashayed her way back out—encountering Baxter along the way.
	“OH!” she said being startled nearly barging into him (as he stepped into her path.)
	“Hi, there!” he smiled bracing her at the shoulders (lest she fall.)
	Kimberly backed up taking affront to being handled.
	“Having fun with Kuizno again?” he said slyly.
	Kimberly was startled again—this time for a different reason.
	“W-what do you mean?” she said with some tripedation.
	“Well, I know.”
	Kimberly gulped and the color in her sweet face began to waver.
	“W-what do you know?” there was pure fright behind those dazzling blue eyes.  Pure fright.  She began to breath heavy and sweat heavier.
	Baxter produced a cell phone and waggled it in the air.
	“Well,” he said almost snickering, “this marvelous little gadget has the amazing technology to take pictures and videos in almost pure darkness.  Like, say, the other night when you were in the stall with Kuizno.”
	“The other night?” then, “Oh my God!”
	Baxter smiled a mischievous smile.
	“Wh-what do you want?” Kimberly asked sensing that there was.
	Still smiling, the twenty year old cowboy escorted the girl into the barn to the area behind the hay stack.  Kimberly couldn’t believe what was happening—or going to.
	“Let’s do what you were doing the other night.”
	“You sonofabitch!” she bitched.
	“Either you do me or—” and he waggled the cell phone.
	Kimberly’s eyes darted from the phone to his face and back again.
	“Orrrrr what?” she said not overly sure—and not overly wanting to know.
	“The video goes online.” Baxter said flatly.
	Kimberly’s breath was suddenly taken.
	“Come on,” Baxter said almost exasperated, “you fooled with your horse, surely you can fool with me!”
	Kimberly nodded—she still despised the man but nodded.
	“Take your clothes off.”
	More breath was taken.  Closing her eyes she peeled off ALL of her clothes.
	Baxter dropped his pants and masturbated watching her do so.
	His dick was nowhere NEAR the size of Kuizno’s, but—
	The now naked (pissed off) (and embarrassed) Kimberly dropped to her knees (after standing to be gawked at by the cowboy) and began stroking the very erect cock before her.  She then kissed it, cupped the hairy ball sac, then couldn’t believe what she was doing semi willingly and began sucking it.
	Baxter almost lost his composure.  ‘Oh, shit!’ he said to himself.  Although fifteen—the girl had talent!  He wondered if she sucked Kuizno?  She moved her head slowly back and forth fully engaging in the “suck” portion of cock sucking.  Her tongue talently rolled about his super sensitive cock head—even diddled the piss slit!  Awesome!
	After much ado about sucking—
	“Ok, lay down.”
	‘Oh shit!’ but the fear of what the cowboy on his cell phone put Kimberly down in the strewn hay, legs open.
	‘You sonofabitch!  You sonofabitch!  You fucking son-of-a-bitch!”
	The violation coming angered the young teen; but the release of the photos and video of her having sex with her horse kept her from acting out.  She cried a little but her emotions were more in the anger mode than other.
	Then the cowboy’s tongue touched her cuuny.
	A fire she had not known erupted within.  She shuddered and felt incredible sensations she had not thought possible.  ‘what the fuck!?’  Desperately and she wanted to deny herself the intense pleasures—as well as deny the fucking sonofabitch inciting those pleasures.  But she couldn’t.  It was like an itch, once you scratch it—oh, yeah—gotta to do it again.  And again.  And again…
	Soon and the fucking sonofabitch cowboy had brought her to orgasm.
	Just with his tongue!
	Kimberly lay twisting this way and that trying to deal with the enormous feelings (sexual) she didn’t think possible.  As her juices began to flow, the fucking sonofabtich cowboy mounted her.  His manly manhood slid slowly into her sex causing even more eruptions tantamount to a volcano.  She was out of control and that pleased very muchly the “fucking sonofabitch cowboy.”

Things not to forget while traveling; food, snacks, water, gas, blankets, flashlight, condoms, child at rest stop…
	“Wanna go for a ride?”
	Josh shrugged, in the days since the behind-the-haystack in the barn incident he and the cowboy had engaged sexually a couple times more.  Josh was still not fully on board about getting his butt hole fucked, OR his cock manipulated by another guy—an older guy.  He still liked fooling around with his friend, Kevin and was relieved when Kevin and his family left the ranch.
	They didn’t go back to Long Meadow; it was reportedly under surveillance.
	Off thru a portion of the desert making thru some hills and old used-to-be ranch homes and abandoned mines.  Josh didn’t mind riding with Baxter, it was the other stuff he kind of was sheepish about.  But, riding with Cowboy Baxter WAS an adventure!
	After winding around the low hills they merged up a ridge going along a trail—right out in the blazing heat.  On one side was desert; a large expanse of nothing clear to the mountains a hundred miles away.  On the other—not much different but there were pine trees, hills, and a highway.
	First!
	Making their way precariously down a narrow trail they came upon a hidden oasis.  Nestled down under a large overhang was a pristine pool.  The water was clear and very welcoming.  The horses were placed under the overhang and they drank their fill then were watered down to cool them.	
	For the first time since encountering the cowboy Josh didn’t feel embarrassed about stripping down to his skin.  Baxter got naked (and didn’t have a boner!)  Even if he did, Josh wouldn’t care—it was HOT!  He slid into the refreshing water and got lost in the coolness.  Baxter found a ledge to sit on.  He couldn’t believe no one had found this!  The thought of the girls, Bailey and Kimberly, swimming about naked filled his thoughts—and got him his boner!
	Strangely, no sexual romping!  Josh was relieved (but would have tolerated whatever the cowboy would have wanted just the same.)  He liked Baxter, the man showed him some techniques (about riding) and was something of a mentor.  And Baxter had taken a shine to the young lad; not so much as for the sexual purposes (although that was good, too) but to have someone look up to him was kinda cool.
	After their swim they dressed—it didn’t take long to dry off in the hot summer sun.  They made their way towards the highway to a trail where they came upon a highway rest stop—and a lone little girl!  What the hey!?  Baxter was stunned—the little tyke was all alone and little!  No one was about.  She was hot, cute, scared, and alone.  Baxter scooped her up and gave her some water; she had wet herself and was just as scared as she could be.  She babbled unintelligible words making Baxter wonder if she was “right in the head” or just a frightened little girl.
	“Who’d live a kid here?” asked Josh.
	The rest stop was remote; had a couple of picnic tables, no shade, no phone, and a pair of porta-potties for “relief.”  Baxter slipped the child’s panties off, fingered her wet pussy, then looked around before saying,
	“We gotta get outta here.” For the purposes of getting to some shade.
	That shade was a little ways off.  A small grove of pines provided adequate shade; Baxter gave the child more water and a granola bar.  Then he slipped off her summery blue checkered dress and there she was—naked.  Josh was a little embarrassed and tried not to gawk at the girl’s nakedness.
	Baxter was not embarrassed and he DID gawk.  Standing the child up on his lap as he sat in the shade of one of the pines he stared at her innocent very-very virgin cunny.  The little girl had honey gold blond hair, magnificent blue eyes, and very-very lily white skin.  She was doing better in the shade and with water.
	Caressing the youngster and Baxter got a big smile—inside and out.
	Fishing out his cock he masturbated then got the little girl to do so for him.
	Josh was floored—even HE knew that that deed was wrong.
	“Take your clothes off.” Baxter said to him.
	‘Aw, man!’ but the boy undressed and stood up to the girl who was prompted to masturbate him.  Despite her young age she seemed to know what she was doing.  And despite being kind of disgusted about having a four year old play with his dick—Josh got wood!
	And from masturbation to cock sucking.  After successfully getting their boners to serious hard state the little girl was prompted to suck them.  Josh was first.  He liked—a lot!  A guy giving him head was one thing—a girl?  Wowzers!  He shuddered, farted, and was in total mesmerment.  And strangely, like with manipulating their cocks with her hands, the girl seemed to know how to give a blowjob, too!
	Better believe and Cowboy Baxter got his blowjob.  On his knees, pants down, cock rock hard, the girl sucked him and did a fine-fine job.  While she performed the delightful fulfillment, Josh, behind her, caressed her ass with his hands—and then his cock.
	Baxter emptied his nut sac filling the little girl’s mouth with a copious amount of jiz.  She made a face, retched and gagged but not overly so suggesting to Baxter that she siblings (and possibly a daddy or an uncle) of whom she brought to orgasm on more than one occasion.
	Laying her out on her dress, spreading her legs, Baxter began fingering her pussy.  He eyed the naked Josh as he did so—the boy had a nice body.  For twelve he was not awkward; of good size, decent horseman, and had an excellent cock!
	“Go down on her.” Baxter told the boy.
	Josh gulped, scratched his butt, then with some embarrassment “went down” on the girl.  Her pussy was virginal and had been wiped clean of pee.  Josh tongued her as she was nestled up against the cowboy.  The man stroked his cock and seemed to eye Josh—hungrily!
	“Fuck her.” Came the next command.
	‘Aw, man!’ griped to himself Josh.  There were strong apprehensions galore with that assignment.  Gulping, sweating, and feeling uncomfortable he moved up between the girl’s legs gliding his cock against her smooth-smooth cunny.  Baxter caressed the boy’s ass, squeezed a cheek and continued to squeeze his own.
	At length, though, Josh entered the virgin poon; he gave a quick little stab then settled into a rhythm that was fucking.  Baxter stroked his cock all the harder and was quite enthused.  Smacking Josh’s ass enthused him more and as soon as the boy had cum and then pulled out—he himself took over.
	Josh sat on his knees watching—total mesmerment.  He stroked his cock—after wiping it clean of broken-in cherry juice using Meredith’s panties.  The basic white undies soiled with pee and now blood were tossed away—much like the little girl had been.

	Baxter fucked the little girl achieving his ultimate goal in mere minutes.  He didn’t make full vaginal penetration but close counts.  He squirted a massive wad of cum into the girl’s cunny—and then all over it.  A long hard look was exchanged between man and boy.  Josh had misgivings about the deal but was conscripted to fuck the little girl again.  As he did so he was spanked and then he himself fucked—
	It was awkward and Baxter’s cum squirter having just squirted its second time was losing some strength.  But, Josh’s butt hole being no stranger to the cowboy’s cock gave in.  Fucking the little girl was made all the harder with Baxter sodomizing him but he managed.

	“Wow, look at that!”
	One-two-three-FOUR meteors streaked across the evening sky; one left a long greenish trail.  Each lasted about three seconds.
	“Wish I could find one.” Josh said.
	From the ridge route the two cowboys sauntered back to their ranch.  It was evening type time and time to mosey home.  Behind them and the little girl, Meredith’s family had returned for her.  She was returned to the highway rest stop, cleaned up but clearly no longer virginal—her poon pie showed signs of being fucked.  The four year old sat on the picnic table as evening drew near—naked and alone with a bottle of water.
	Soon and a late model station wagon came zooming along screeching to a halt with a horde of family members piling out.  The mother of Meredith saw her little girl in disarray and fainted.  Teenage sisters screamed and were beside themselves as were the girl’s brothers.  The daddy grabbed up his child and stared at her battered pussy and could scarcely breathe.  Everyone got back into the huge family car and the daddy floored it heading to the nearest town.
	As cowboys Baxter and Josh made their way to the ridge and back to their ranch—did they hear a car crash off in the distance?

Horsing around; the next whinny
	Allen, remember him? lay yapping about his day; taking guests out on a long-long desert ride and seeing what they all thought they saw—a UFO.
	“Man, it went screaming across the sky leaving a huge trail of vapor!”
	Baxter was only half interested,
	“Coulda been a meteor.”
	“Nah, man, not this one!” and he went on to yap about its size, shape, and noise it made.  Baxter wanted to ask some questions but the boy went on and on and on and Baxter’s mind drifted to Meredith.  

	Wasn’t often that he slipped his willie into such a young tyke.  Hardly ever!  But the opportunity present itself but there it was and soooo.  Did he feel badly for the child?  No, not really.  He felt badly for the outcome—er, after she had been rescued.  There was that sound of a car crash.  He was curious and hoped it wasn’t too serious.
	Restless, and tired of hearing Allen’s going on about the UFO he scooted out of the shared bunk house and moseyed to—where else?  The barn.  It was dead of night, nearly midnight on his trek.  His cock still ached from the shenanigans with the little girl.  He wasn’t gay but butt humping Josh was pretty good, too.
	In the barn there was “activity.”  He figured Kimberly was back to pleasing Kuizno—and that would please him.  But it was not Kimberly pleasing Kuizno but Bailey pleasing Quantum!  Quantum was a big black horsey with a familiar white splotch on his forehead.  He was some sixteen hands high!  And Bailey could ride him well and forever.
	And like Kimberly, she was naked.
	Unlike Kimberly, Bailey was pleasing her horse in a different way.
	Baxter nearly tripped over himself dashing back to his room (to fetch cell phone and the night vision binoculars.)  The cell phone wouldn’t really captured the happening in the horse stall (but neither Kimberly or Bailey would know that.)
	The ranch’s night vision goggles were alright (but you had to sign for them.)
	Baxter wanted his own and deciding against buying a new saddle costing about the same he got what he wanted—plus a couple hundred extra!  But the binoculars were good—very good.  He didn’t have to get right up close and give himself away.  But, he had to get into the barn and up into the loft just the same.
	Once situated—there was Bailey, Bailey Kuarters, in the stall with her horse, Quantum; both were naked.  What had gone on while Baxter fetched the binoculars wasn’t known but no matter—he got to see the best part.  Situating a baled hay bale under the mighty horse the naked sixteen year old kind of snooty girl settled herself underneath the giant horse, spread her legs, and began dragging the stud’s dong against her cunny!
	Baxter nearly fell out of the loft.
	‘What the fuck!?’ he had no idea girls could do that.
	His cock was the hardest ever!
	It was the most incredible thing he had ever seen!  A girl—taking on—a horse!  Incredible!  With the hi-tech glasses he could see absolutely the girl’s handiwork as she dragged Quantum’s cock up and down her fuckable oh so fuckable cunt.
	Baxter was speechless.
	Then, as he watched more, Bailey worked the head of Quantum’s cock into her oh so fuckable pussy!  She did!  Then she began stroking the cock.
	Up and down—up and down—UP and DOWN until the horse began getting jiggy.  He whinnied, shifted, and ejaculated.  A massive glob of horse cum spilled onto Bailey’s cunt and she seemed to revel in it.  Continuing to hold onto the brute’s schlong she continued to masturbate him working into her cunny what seemed to be the animal’s dick head.  Her legs flailed all about as it appeared that she was cumming off herself.
	Baxter was in complete and utter disbelief.
	He wished Josh was awake.

	“What?” asked Bailey.
	“Sorry,” smiled Baxter, “wasn’t staring, just deep thinking.”
	Bailey let it go, bussed her tray and left the mess hall.  Baxter watched her; she was tall for her age, a great horseman, kind of stern, not overly friendly (not to him) and a little snooty and stuck up.
	“Hey, hold up,” said Baxter catching up to the teen, “I wonder if you can help me with something.”
	Caught off guard, “Ok, what?”
	They were between the chow hall and bunk house row.  It was late afternoon, no assigned chores for either of them so they were to their own program.  Baxter had a hell of a program.  Once more and he guided a teenage to the barn.
	“What’s going on?” Bailey asked out of some concern.
	“Well,” chuckled Baxter, “it’s just that I know something about you.”
	Off guard again, “What?  What do you know?”
	Strange, that though both Bailey and Kimberly were “friends”, neither shared their secret or that Cowboy Baxter was onto them.
	“Well,” he chuckled some more, “about you and Quantum.”
	Bailey’s brown eyes bulged.
	“Oh, shit!” she exclaimed.

	UFOs  Aliens!  Alien abductions!  EMADs!    The whole world was going insane.  Sightings of pink—PINK Sasquatches!  Mind control, zombies, walking dead, the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer and no body seems to give a damn!  All that matters was that the sports players get their fair share of the millions in dollars from the league they play in.  The world was insane.
	Maybe it was the heat.
	Maybe the stench of horse shit.
	Maybe it WAS aliens.  Baxter didn’t know—didn’t care.  All that mattered to him was getting laid.  Although Bailey Kuarters despised him greatly and earnestly—she did moan as he put his cock to her.
	He was nowhere near the size of her horse, Quantum, but he fucked the teenager into oblivion just the same.  She moaned.  She groaned and flailed about just as much as she did when taking on Quantum.  She also shuddered and orgasmed twice to his once.  But it was the very idea—it was blackmail.
	Blackmail.  Pure and simple.
	And like a man he left her there in the strewn hay.  After his fucking he pawed at her breasts, fingered her pussy and was going to go for seconds or even attempt backdoor banditry—but Bailey wasn’t putting out any more than she had to.  She fumed.  Her face was stoic and blasting hot.  “if looks could kill!”
	So he let it be and returned to his bunk house for a glorious shower.
	The next couple of days and Baxter was very busy, new horses had come in and he did his best to break them in.  He took a group of guests out on an outing, mended some fences, broke in a new saddle, normal chores here and there and then one day...
	“Hey, hold up!” said Bailey to Baxter.
	“What’s up?” he said being friendly.
	Baxter was at the corral trying his hand at roping.  It was midday and kinda warm—and here was Kimberly being “friendly.”  Nah, nothing suspicious there.
	“Welp, me and Kimmy want to go out on the Windy Peak trail.”
	“Why?”
	“So we can take guests out that way.”
	“I don’t think Mr. E wants anyone out that way.” Mr. E (Ernest) was the ranch owner.  The Windy Peak trail navigated along the ridge and was known to be a little hairy—other than windy.  But it was picturesque and went out among where an ancient Indian reservation once used to be.
	“Ah, poo on Mr. E!”
	First sign of defiance!  Usually and Bailey was very obedient.
	Baxter mounted up and the three rode off.

	 The  conversation along the way went from “how many horses have you broken” to “how many shots (of whiskey) can you drink (before passing out?)”
	Baxter was twenty and hadn’t a long life of hard drinking, but as a young guy he could handle “a few” shots (before passing out.)  Bailey produced a bottle of good-hard whiskey.  She was smiling (which was even more suspicious.)
	Coming up to a lone adobe homestead with a lone scrub oak for shade the group halted and dismounted.  The girls wanted to get into a drinking game.  Odd; middle of the afternoon in the middle of the desert.  Nah, nothing suspicious there!
	One shot—two shots—three! And he was feeling fine.  The girls took a shot each but were not so much into the hard liquor.  But it was a part of their plan.  There was a little mishap with their “plan” regarding “Get Baxter!”
	As Baxter began to babble about old cowboys and the “old west” he began to slur his speech and stagger some (as he sat against the adobe wall.)  He downed another shot followed by another and then another!  He began to sweat—a lot.  Then,
	Bailey pulled off her shirt AND bra!
	This had Bax’s full attention.  He smiled, wavered, and nodded approvingly.
	Kimberly looked around nervously and poured another hard drink.
	Bailey shucked her jeans and then panties.  She stood totally nude!  After fingering herself she knelt down between the man’s outstretched legs and began sucking his manhood thru his jeans!  The sun cooked her bare backside and ass.  Kimberly was heard to say “Hurry up!”
	The naked Bailey began undoing the cowboy’s jeans taking them down and then off.  Undies, too.  There was no pause, no hesitation—the naked teen began handling Baxter’s cock, squeezing his balls, then mounted him.  His cock rested against her cunny and she then took on a more usual persona—stuck up bitch.
	“Give me your cell phone!” she demaned.
	Baxter smiled and shook his head “No.”
	Bailey took holt of his balls and began to squeeze.
	Kimberly butted in, “Give us the phone!”
	The pressure of Bailey’s hand to his balls was getting to be a bit much.
	‘Any time, now.’ he said lucidly.
	“Give me your fucking phone or I’ll squeeze ‘em off!”
	Baxter made a move to take hold of the girl and throw her off his lap.
	But he couldn’t—he didn’t know when or how but somehow the girls had tied his hands to the wall.  Behind him there were some small oblong square windows of which a rope went thru securing the cowboy to the wall.
	Bailey squeezed the man’s balls more and more.
	Even in his inebriated state of being his tender sac was not numb.
	“If—if Kimmy there—if Kim—mee there will take off her—HER clothes—then ok.”
	Bailey looked to Kimberly.  She looked dejected.  It was hot out where they were and the girls were desperate to get the “evidence” off of Baxter’s phone.
	“Goddamn it!” bitched Kimberly.  She stripped off her clothes and stood highly pissed off.  Baxter cock nestled nicely against Bailey’s cunt—but his balls were in peril.
	“Give!” demanded Bailey.  “Or I’ll swear I’ll—”
	The teen suddenly jerked her head.  She slung her head as if trying to clear it; sweat drenched her usual stoic face; her eyes fluttered and there she went—teetering off of the cowboy’s lap (releasing his balls.)
	“What the fu—” said Kimberly.  Then her body twitched and collapsed.
	“’bout fuckin’ time!” announced in a shouting manner Baxter.
	Riding up from the trail came Josh.
	“Sorry,” he said, “my dad held me up with some shit.” Then, “But I made it.” he added dismounting.
	Baxter nodded.  His balls were in pain—and it was damn hot!
	“You sure they going to be alright?” Josh asked as he untied Baxter.
	Baxter nodded and slung off the effects of the whiskey.  Josh offered him some fresh cold water.  The cowboy doused himself with the H2O then took a swig.
	“Goddamn fucking bitches!” he yelled.  Staggering some he held onto his horse to get his wits back.
	On the ground the naked teens lay twitching—an affect from being hit by a tranquillizer dart.  The darts were used on the coyotes who came too close to the ranch or while guests were out on a night outing.  The coyotes then were taken back among the hills hopeful that they learned their lesson and stayed away.
	As Baxter got his wits back he brought the girls to the shade of the oak.
	“Shame to let pussy go to waste!” he chortled.  Although it was hot and he was still somewhat drunk he put himself to the task of getting laid.  He licked out Bailey’s pussy to get himself aroused; then fingered the girl’s cunny before mounting her.
	Bailey’s eyes fluttered and the effects of the tranquilizer were still with her.
	She babbled something, slurred her speech, and was pissed off.
	Baxter smiled to her and entered her pussy saying “This was what you wanted, wasn’t it?”
	“Go on, son, get your clothes off and have at it.”
	Josh didn’t hurry out of his clothes but did get naked.
	Neither girl was harmed from the darting; a little potent but they would be fine.  Their little plan to get his phone evidence backfired.  Baxter continued to smile at Bailey as he shoved his fuck stick into her.  The girl was delirious but knew what was happening.  Josh was on Kimberly fucking her and fucking well.
	Baxter got his nuts off—and they were still in some ache from Bailey’s hand, too.  Sitting back he stared in a gloating manner at the delirious girl; then watched as his young friend fucked the hell out of Kimberly.  The boy’s near lily white body laying on the very tan teenager—quite a contrast!  He was slender, small frame, and Kimberly was not.  The girl thrashed about some; she babbled and twisted and Josh creamed in her delightful pussy in under three minutes.
	After reeling in his deed, the boy took a shot of whiskey offered to him by Baxter.  It was instant dislike; the boy choked, sputtered, and vowed never-ever to do that again.  He did lay on Bailey and enter her.  The Cowboy smacked the boy’s ass as he fucked her…
	Once back at the ranch; Baxter and Josh took a shower together, in Baxter’s bunkhouse.  There and they were promptly busted by Allen (remember him?)  Too bad for Josh.  After the two emerged from the shower the boy got royally butt fucked by BOTH men!  Fifteen year old Allen wasn’t opposed to cornholing another guy—it just wasn’t his preference.
	Bailey and Kimberly came riding in a couple of hours later.  For the rest of the summer duration they avoided Baxter and Josh.  They never were “caught” again—but that didn’t mean they were not still engaging (with their horses.)  Baxter, Josh, and Allen went on to engage with one another on occasion and that was that.

Now, with all that said and done, back to Allen’s dilemma
	Little Joanna lay naked on her bed.
	Little Joanna’s mother, Noreen, lay naked on the bed with her mind blanked out from an emergency panic button rendered by Allen’s use of his single-use EMAD.  The EMAD was not sophisticated and had only a single use—to mind blank a Subject’s mind.  The emergency zap was separate.
	After being caught red handed—er, with his dick in his four year old granddaughter’s mouth by the girl’s mother, the emergency zap was necessary.  Thereafter, it just sort of came to him to get her naked and then do the ultimate sin.
	Seemed like the thing to do.
	Then what?
	The EMAD was only capable of mind zapping a mind—nothing more.
	Allen understood that other EMADs had minding techniques to manipulate minds, bend them, re-train them, so on.  He didn’t have such a Device—but he knew who did!

A friend indeed
	The minutes ticked by.  Allen stared and stared; his heart beat (which is a good thing) but it did so with trepidation.  His friend, Baxter, was “on his way.”  Of course, that “way” would take time due to the long drive from the country to the city.  But he WAS coming.  That was something.  That said everything.  Baxter was, indeed, the one friend—the ONE FRIEND he could call and—AND count on to aid him.
	Whatever the cause.
	“I-I need you.” (not for sexual purposes) he said into the phone.
	“Alright,” said Baxter in his deep cowboy voice, “be there quick as I can.”
	The minutes ticked by.
	On the bed lay his granddaughter and daughter.  Both naked.
	He had done the unthinkable—twice!  Not once but twice!
	His mind raced as fast as his heart beat.  There was nothing to do but wait.
	Well, there WAS something.
	Not ten minutes after his assurance that his friend was on his way than Allen was once more engaging immorally with his granddaughter.  His cock took only a moment to get hard.  After fingering the child’s pussy he began dragging his prick against her slit—and the desire to fuck her continued to plague him.
	Grinding against her helped satisfy his lust to fuck—somewhat.  He was able to gouge the girl’s slit working his prick into her just slightly.  Then he was up on her chest humping thereon bringing her head up to suck him.
	The minutes ticked on.
	The ache for the ultimate relief increased.  He moved over onto his daughter trying desperately to hold off the next ultimate sin.  He didn’t want to hurry thru the deed but it was becoming increasingly difficult to “stem the tide.”  Grinding his bone against Noreen’s cunt helped—so-so.  A pause at just looking her over, checking Joanna, thinking of girls at his church, all helped—for a moment.
	The minutes ticked-ticked-ticked.
	Sliding his dick into his daughter gave him instant relief.  As he began to pump, though, he thought solely of Joanna.  He pumped steadily believing that it was indeed his granddaughter and not daughter he was fucking.  He even called her name!  The prowess of his deed reached a crescendo just as the lights of a car pulled into the drive.
	Cowboy Baxter had arrived.

Carpe diem!  then cum on it
	The look of panic was etched firmly on Allen’s face—much like the proverbial “deer in the headlights.”  Baxter and his grandson, Elliot, came in.  Allen didn’t mind Elliot coming along, it was, after all, HIS Device that would fix things.  Fix things like it had with Baxter’s needs—the details of which Allen wasn’t privy to; i.e. the mounting debt where Baxter was about to lose his ranch.
	Allen led the way to the bedroom.  He was a little embarrassed; not so much with Baxter but with Elliot.  On the bed lay little Joanna and big Noreen.
	“They need fixed.” said Baxter.
	Elliot nodded and flashed his nifty handy-dandy EMAD.
	“Coffee?” Allen asked of his friend.  The “fixing” would take awhile.

	Allen explained about how Noreen had come home and caught him red handed—er, cock-in-the-mouth.
	“Hitting the emergency button was the only thing I could do!”
	“Wise choice.” drawled Baxter.

	Baxter was a calm natured fellow and a fair cowboy.  Bad at keeping track of expenses and shit but he was good at keeping friends.  Allen was one.   Baxter was the kind of friend that he himself didn’t throw the word around carelessly.  Though the word “friend” was used and abused he was one who still liked the sound—and the meaning.  He saved it for folk who had done right to him and knew that he could count on them when the need be.
	Allen was glad to be called a “friend” by Baxter—and in turn, Baxter knew that he could count on Allen as a friend to honor that nomination.  Some of Baxter’s friends drove limousines; they owned ranches, a bank or two, and visited with royalty.  Though they were ok to sup with, to visit, none would Cowboy Baxter call on when in “need” of a friend.  Hardly any would he call on to just go fishing with!
	To Baxter, a hug or a heartfelt shake was the high point of giving.
	“All the worldly riches and praises of men can’t hold a candle to the worth of a friend!” so true!
	Of course, that friendship was strained a might when Baxter talked Allen into having some “fried prairie oysters.”  Now, for you fine city folk who aren’t in the know—fried prairie oysters are nothing more than bull’s balls.  Yep, bull’s balls.  The recipe is fairly simple; first, find a bull.  Talk to the critter all nice an’ all then—do what you gotta do (castrate!)  Apologize then run like hell!
	Clean the nuggets, remove the outer membrane (hey!  If’in you can handle haggis…)  Cut the shucked oysters into two or three pieces depending on their size.  Roll in flour—not you.  The oysters!  You might drench in some tequila or some other whiskey (and save some for yourself!)
	Heat some olive oil, lard, or butter in a cast iron skillet.  Place the oysters in the skillet.  Fry them up until golden brown; remove from the skillet and that’s about it.  Garnish with crispy bacon (from the same skillet you just fried the oysters in)  add some chopped hard boiled egg or scrambled then sprinkle some cilantro over them, too.  They are tasty!  Drink enough of the tequila and just about anything is tasty!

	At one time and Allen had come to Baxter’s aid.  The situation was dire; a woman lay on Baxter’s bed.  Lifeless.
	“She was—uh, a reporter.” After a juicy story involving pervs using EMADs and she thought Baxter was one who was one such.  He wasn’t.  The exact details of what had happened ole Cowboy Baxter kept to himself.  Something, though, had gone terribly-terribly wrong.  End result?  Her end.  Unfortunate—there was no formal Back Up plan, no foresight, nothing—just fuck and it got out of hand.
	“Ok,” said Allen, “we can fix this.”
	Allen was a good friend.
	“Got anything stronger?” Baxter asked of his friend.
	Allen fetched a bottle of “something stronger” and added a shot to the coffee.  Allen knew that he needn’t worry—Baxter’s grandson would be able to “fix” his daughter and granddaughter.  Still, he worried.  He didn’t fret, just worried.  He sipped his coffee and waited.
	Both men were lost in thought; they had had some adventures together but had gone separate paths in their careers.  Never, though, had they lost contact.  Their friendship was sound.  Which was a good thing as when Baxter had called for Allen that time.  The woman in his bed was “without air.”  She was a nosey television reporter who had the presumption that Baxter was a pervert equipped with an EMAD.  He was a pervert, she had that right, but he wasn’t equipped with an EMAD.  The woman had gotten the wrong pervert at a downtown eatery.
	The two had gotten acquainted; dated, and it seemed as though the woman was pursuing Baxter.  He had no idea that she was trying to set him up—trying to catch him using an EMAD device.  She had no idea she had tagged the wrong man.  When she grew frustrated at Bax’s lack of producing a Device she upped the ruse by producing still photographs to prove that she herself was a perv like him.  The photographs were of young-young girls and boys, naked.  Naked, posing, sucking each other, laying down with legs spread, sucking a teen boy and man, fingering themselves, being spanked, the whole bit.  The whole bit.
	Although intrigued, Baxter still didn’t show the nosey reporter his EMAD.
	It was only in bed while enduring a hellacious fucking that the woman realized her fuck up.  When she tried to resist and get out from under the cowboy did things go “awry.”  Too late did she realize she had the wrong man.  He was deep into her—and how!  She began to panic and that only ignited Baxter.
	“It got a little—rough.” Baxter tried to explain to his friend, Allen.
	Allen nodded saying “We can fix this.”
	It wasn’t an easy fix, but—
	Placing the woman-without-air in the backseat of her car, Allen drove (with Baxter following) some fifty miles into the deep desert.  There, at the end of a long rocky ridge formation was an abandoned gold mine.  Long since abandoned and boarded up.  The car was driven into the mine to the “pit.”  The pit was a large hole the miners had dug digging down into the earth about twenty feet.  The car was pushed into the pit.  The mine entrance was boarded up—better than it had been before!  Then, the tracks of the car were swept away and that was that.
	The incident was never brought up or spoken or mentioned ever again.  All that was said was “Much obliged.” from Baxter.  And “Not a problem.” from Allen.

Baxter family gangbang
	Baxter Illsrot came from a long line of perverts.  His Pa was one, his brothers and sisters were ones, too!  Baxter had four brothers—four!  And three sisters—three!  One day of note, just before Bax went off to be a cowboy, a young black girl came along.  Baxter’s family lived in the mountains of Tennessee and were proud Southerners.  (that’s important; pay attention)
	One day while the family was out in the orchard picking fruit came along a young girl bearing a backpack.  She was obviously running away from home.  Sad; she was no more than twelve years young.  She was also black.  The Illsrot family weren’t really “racist” by any means but they did have deep roots where their family roots went way back to when the family “owned” slaves.
	Jada (the runaway black girl) had been on the run for “awhile.”  She was tired, filthy, bad blisters on her feet, and no sense of direction—as she was intended to head to the Atlantic ocean (but missed by a couple of states.)
	She was taken in; given a bath, food, and a bed.
	In return…
	After she had had a bath, food, and shown her bed—
	“Take ‘er to the barn.” said Pa Illsrot.
	The boys shuttled the young girl out to the barn where she was told by Jason, the eldest Illsrot, “take your clothes off” and when she hesitated “or get a whippin’!”
	Jada wasn’t too keen on “gettin’ a whippin’” (as that was the primary reason she left home in the first place—gettin’ whippins!
	Intimidated, on her own, naïve, the young black girl stripped off her clothes in front of the gawking grinning mountain boys.  Present were Jason, the oldest at twenty-one years; then Baxter, he was nineteen at the time.  Fifteen year old Ben came along nextly in the lineup with James just at twelve.
	The boys stripped off their clothes and Jada was prompted to “get on her knees.”  The boys then, one-two-three-four masturbated blatantly before her face.  Not too bad—the girl had four brothers of her own; all of whom she had seen naked AND masturbating.
	From masturbating to sucking.  Well, as the boys jerked their gherkins the hapless black girl sucked their cocks.  Had she sucked off her brothers?  Unknown.  But, she seemed to know what she was doing!  She was so good that she was able to bring off each boy!  Jason, Baxter, Ben, and James all blasted hot loads of fresh spunk into her mouth—and onto her face.  She giggled some and didn’t seem appalled at sucking dick or receiving sperm in her mouth (or on her face!)
	And from receiving dick in her mouth to receiving dick in her pussy.
	Again, whether or not she received dick from her brothers—unknown.
	But, her pussy was cock pleasing—and it pleased four cocks!
	Positioned on a hay bale the young black girl was essentially admired.  Other than their sisters one-two-three the boys one-two-three-four had little in way of sexual relief.  There were other mountain girls, sure, but they were not without hazards or complications.  Not to mention handiness.  Nothing like having pussy right at your becockon calling.
	Being the eldest brother, Jason got first dibs.  The naked girl lay waiting.  She was with some smiles, cum drying on her young black face.  There was some nervousness but it wasn’t her first gangbang.  Jason smiled at her then “went down” on her.  Jada giggled and squirmed some enticing her cunt pleaser all the more.
	Afterwards and Jason schlepped his salami into the girl’s cock pleasing cunny.  She clenched the hay bale as none of her brothers (according to her blurting it out) had dongs that big.  Jason eased into the girl’s honey hole and got busy with the pumping.  His brothers stood around, naked, masturbating, waiting.
	One-two-three-four Illsrot boys took their turns, filled Jada’s cunt with their love tools—and love tool splooge.  And just as youngest Illsrot boy was getting his rocks off in walked Papa John Illsrot.  He sized up the situation and after James got off—and got off,
	“Go ahead, Pa, she’s ready!” giggled Jason.
	It wasn’t the first time Pa John had walked in on his boys naked, masturbating, or fucking a girl (the girl being one (or all) of their sisters).  He grinned at the hapless girl saying,
	“This is the way it’s going to be, sweetie.  You behave, you wont get beat.  Do as you’re told WHEN you’re told to do it—you wont be beaten.  In return, you get a good place to sleep, good food, no schooling.”
	“Understand?”
	Jada nodded.  She seemed a little terrified but she nodded.
	Then,
	Pa John unzipped his fly…

	Another noteworthy note from Baxter; one day, some days after Jada’s family gangbang, and Baxter strolled into the house bearing a box of fresh plucked fruit.  And there on the family table was his Ma—naked!  She was bent over the long country table long enough to fit the family and a guest or two with a naked Pa behind her pumping up a storm!
	Enthused, Baxter whipped out his dick and began stroking off.
	“Don’t waste it!” quipped his Ma.  So off he went stripping his clothes off and settling on the table before his Ma—whereupon she greedily took holt of his schlong and began sucking.  Pa grinned and Baxter did too!

Allen’s no slouch, either
	Allen was no slouch, either, when it came to perversion with his family.
	Noreen was his only child, and when she was nigh but five years young he was commissioned to building her a playhouse.  The playhouse was in a backyard tree and though Allen’s talents were more business related, pharmaceuticals environment, he did manage to perform carpenter work just as easily.
	And being in the pharmacy environment he was privy to “certain” drugs that did certain things.  Certain things like “knock out” a person—er, patient.  Worked well for others, too.
	Like Noreen.
	Of course, for her very young age a lot of consideration had to be formulated so as not to “permanently” knock her out.  That would be bad.  The concoction concocted was easily mixed in milk—strawberry milk was her favorite (and mixed with some “enhancements” it was Allen’s, too!)
	With just half the glass of enhanced strawberry milk down the little girl got “sleepy.”  She sat right up close to her dear daddy in the playhouse/treehouse.  It had a floor that went all the way around the large fifty year old oak; four walls with a cylindrical roof much like fairyland castles.  Some windows and door all downsized for Noreen.  The color was, of course, a variety of purples, lavenders, and deep blues (the conical roof).  A daybed was within and Allen was just laying some deep-deep blue plush carpeting.  A shelving system was going to go in to hold all her books and toys.
	As soon as Noreen conked out and Allen moved her to the daybed.
	Being up high, a circular stair winding around the tree up to the landing some twelve feet, there was little to fear of being seen.  There were lots of trees on either side of the backyard, bushes, high fences, and non-nosey type neighbors.  The neighbors on either side worked, anyways and there was no viewing from the back across the alley.  Still, there were curtains to close and then…
	Some trepidation there was within Allen—what he was planning was a doozy.  If he did it—if he went thru with it—then what?  How much further would he go?  Let’s find out!
	The girl lay still in a sound-sound sleep.  She was already a sound sleeper paving the way for naughty Allen to be immoral.  The previous times and he merely gawked at her (with her panties down at her knees!)  He masturbated—using her hand!  And had outrageous fantasies!  Those outrageous fantasies pressured him to engage his immoral desires.
	Noreen’s little girl pants (non-jean type) were eased down—then off.
	He gulped, sweated, and had pounding heart palpitations.  Slowly he moved her yellow panties down.  There was more than “gawking” going on.  He was almost drooling!
	Quivering with a severe ache he slipped off the girl’s panties, spread her legs, and sat lusting in awe.  Many-many times had he seen his child naked.  He had bathed her, wiped her, cleaned her, and dressed her.  Tendencies of the naughty kind were somehow kept at bay; but curtailing those “tendencies of the naughty kind” were hard pressed and damn difficult to control.
	Finally, as a member of the pharmaceutical community, a salesman and entry level pharmacist, his knowledge of what medicine would do what to whom led him down an incestuous path.
	Lightly he fingered her little bald pussy.  He grinned and thought of how she would be when she was say—ten?  At twelve she would probably have some hair there.  At thirteen he was certain that he would be able to sink his cock into her.
	But she wasn’t ten, twelve, or thirteen.  She was five.  She was adorable!  Twin ponytails, heavy bangs, a sweet young face, beautiful brown eyes, soft brown hair, so sweet!  So sweet that he could eat her up!  So he did.
	With his tongue flicking against her very-very virgin cunny his unnatural desires began to soar.  Hurriedly he licked, lapped, and sucked wholly her innocent cunny.  Spreading her little legs wider he gawked and thought.  His thoughts drove him to strip off his own clothes and “mount” her.
	He did!
	No penetration but he was very-very hard pressed not to do so.
	He grinded.  His seriously hard throbbing cock grinding tenaciously against her soft supple pussy.  Pre-cum was already soiling his piss slit and he grinded the head of his dick right against her cunny very-very nearly entering.  But he couldn’t, he wanted to, but the “evidence” would be there—her broken sore cunny would be hard to explain.
	At length and he came.  A huge massive spew of spunk soiled the child’s cunt almost sating Allen.  Almost.  Ninety percent, maybe ninety-five.  Actual penetration would have been better.  To help with further satisfying his unnatural shenanigans with his daughter he moved up onto her chest—not crushing her—and jerked off onto her face!  He did!
	Into her mouth he brought his cock, moved his squirter all over her sweet face then blasted a fresh hot load of spunk right there onto!  Those desires to fuck her righteously continued to plague him.
	But not his daughter, not Noreen.
	Someone else.  Someone else would have to sate those desires.
	He completed his deviltry by laying his child across his lap and spanking her.  One, it was a sort of test—to see how deeply asleep she was.  One swat—two swats—three!  Nothing form Noreen.  But there was plenty from Allen!  His cock had restiffened with great enthusiasm and laying her on the bed again he spanked her darling little ass with his enthused cock.  He did!
	There was a slight side effect to the unprescribed prescribed concoction Allen had given his daughter—she got sick.  Both ends.  Self explanatory.  So, that was the first and last time he gave her such.  And so, in lieu of messing with his daughter—he messed with other daughters!
	When he fucked his wife—he thought of Noreen.  And more than once did he very nearly blurt out her name whilst cumming off.  The urge to fuck his child grew and grew.  And the only way to curb that urge was—
	Meagan.
	Meagan Pepperflower.  She was a cutey with silky shoulder length dark hair that was seriously curled and flurled.  A nice-nice trim little body; energetic, happy-go-lucky and a whole lot of tomboy put her in Allen’s sights.  Usually and Allen didn’t pay the child any attention—not that kind.  She was a neighbor child some three houses down.  He only knew her and her family from the occasional block parties from Spring thru Summer.
	She was eight years young.
	The plan was not simple.  It required stealth, ingenuity, depraved thought processes, some cunning, and a single use EMAD-like device.  EMAD-like as it had a single use—mind zapping.  The Device was as commonplace on the street as were any drugs, guns, or any other ill-gotten booty.  For a price.  Allen hesitated and waited a long time in hopes that the price would go down.
	It didn’t.
	In fact, the price went UP!
	What a pisser.
	But everyday and Allen was in turmoil with himself and knew that if he didn’t acquire the Device to “acquire” his Subject—he was apt to become a statistic (for sexually abusing/raping) his daughter.  And that just wouldn’t do.
	So, in lieu of a vacation, new car, and doubling the house payment he purchased the Device.  Meagan was nearly nine years old before he made use of it!  He fretted; he feared; he very nearly went insane—holding off using the mind altering gadget.  But it didn’t “alter” the mind—just beset it with a numbing ability.
	He found the girl, as usual, playing in the wide alley behind her house.  There were huge-huge oak and eucalyptus trees lining the alleyway along with massive vines covering the fences.  It was perfect for tomboys to go exploring.
	The Device had one function.  One.  His knowledge of the Device was quite limited.  All he knew was—“press button.”  That was it.  That was all there was.  There was a secondary button, under the primary.  The secondary button worked as an “emergency” mind zapping button.  What the difference was he wasn’t sure.
	Meagan.  So pretty.  So—so—in need of a good dicking!

	There were reservations, hesitations, realizations.  What he was contemplating was oh-so wrong.  Oh-so incredulously wrong.  But, he thought, to save his daughter (by molesting others) he had to satisfy his lust.  His focus was to save his child from himself!  Seemed logical.  Still, though—
	Meagan.  Eight years young—she would be nine in four months.  Pretty girl, lovely hair, beautiful eyes and a sweet-sweet sincere smile.  Wearing a light blue short legged bib overall with a simple tee-shirt, Allen zapped her (mind).  Trembling with severe trepidations he moved the girl inside the ivy wall along the alley fence.  He waited—waited—and waited some more.  Security reasons abounded as he also watched to make sure the child was mindless.
	Then,
	He cupped her ass.  A butt fondle.  That was followed up by a “squeeze.”
	Closing his eyes and feeling his heart beating harder and harder he moved the straps of the overalls off her shoulders.  The garment then fell easily to her ankles.  Was he really going to molest?  What he had done to his own child still had him going.  What a cad!  How heinous he had been.  How diabolical!  And the thoughts—the desires—the want to do more!  Desperately had he wanted to FUCK his child.  She was too young, though.  He would have to wait a couple of years.
	Basic white panties with pink trim and some colorful flowers all over.  The undy snugged the child nicely.  His own child often dashed about the house clad merely in her undies.  He thought of her when she would be older and if she would dash about when she was say—thirteen?  Fifteen?  Eighteen?
	His cock ached and down he slid the girl’s panties.
	A nice bald beaver greeted him and his desire to be a monstrously odiously man consumed him.  down on the ground he laid the girl out, removed her clothes, parted her legs, then “went down” on her licking his fill.  Afterwards and he unfurled his cock resting it against the girl’s cunny.  There and he commenced to humping—grinding against her soft poon increasing the strength of his cock to the point whereas he simply had no choice.  No choice.
	In he went.
	Meagan’s beautiful eyes suddenly increased dramatically.
	He pushed in more so realizing that there was no going back—so he went forward and proceeded to rape the girl fully.  A giant thrust and the deed was done.  The pumping increased exponentially and more and more did he desire to do same to Noreen.
	His mind, like Meagan’s, was mindless.  It only took a couple of minutes to achieve the ultimate goal; then, he relaxed and felt a slight remorse for his degradation of Meagan.  The lingering thrill, though, trumped the bad feelings and after using her own panties to clean off her fresh fucked cunt and his cock—he fucked her again!
	Not more than fifteen minutes back inside the sanctity of his own home than did he hear the sirens.  Fear gripped him and he went over and over in his beleaguered mind—had he left any incriminating evidence?  Only his cum.  Spreading the girl’s legs and he very-very muchly entered her thrusting hard and giving not a damn about her.  All that mattered was to cum.  And not once—but twice!  And after the second fucking (and no remorse in sight) he turned the child over and spanked her!
	He was amazed at how the single-use EMAD had her mind numbed.
	There was a desire to make it up her butt (hole) but a car came along the alley disrupting that egress.  Sitting in his comfy chair he listened to the plethora of sirens.  Cops cars, fire department, ambulance.  A bit of regret did beset him—so he downed a bourbon, took a shower, downed another bourbon, then noting the time went to fetch his daughter from her playdate with a friend.
	They went to lunch and then a movie for the rest of the afternoon.  When he returned home the chaos was still going on with the addition of news media in the fray.  Allen shuttled his child into their house and the bad feelings of what he had done began to consume him.  It was months before he struck again!

	Nellie Simpletoes found his favor.  The cutey lived two blocks down but Allen had seen her at one of the block parties on his block.  Nice ass!  A sweet girl who sang in the children’s choir at the church Allen attended.  Blond hair with heavy bangs, her favorite color was “set” colors, color matching.
	One day while she was rehearsing at the church, Allen was there as well mingling with others for a social gathering.  His own child was there somewhat singing—somewhat picking her nose, butt, and jostling with other youngsters.  Allen carefully—slyly—watched Nellie.  She wore a nice orange dress and Allen wondered “orange panties?”
	He wanted to find out.

	Although the security risk was extremely high—Allen proceeded.
	It was Opportunity that paved the way.  After the children’s choir had sung and then took a break, Allen focused on his Target.  Ten minutes later and they were going down a side hall alongside the main sanctuary to a little used store room.  It was a long ways—too long.  No windows, no doors—no escape.
	The store room was locked—but Allen, being a deacon, usher, all-round good guy in good standing with the church body had a key.  Inside and it was murky, musty, dusty.  There was a small window—up high.  Desks, pews, and boxes upon boxes of outdated paper for use with a Xerox machine.

	Nellie remained mindless—allowing Allen to not only lift her dress up to see the color of her panties but to lift her dress off!  Orange panties!  Her panties were orange, plain.  Allen’s cock soared to incredible hardness.  It mattered not that she was ten—well, it did in a way.  She was soooo pretty!  So young!  So innocent.
	Up on a stack of boxes the child was placed, legs open.  Allen boldly whipped out his cock and began masturbating.  The girl’s eyes stared straight through him.  For a goof (as well as a security check) he stuck out his tongue then made a fart sound with his hands.
	Nothing.  Nellie remained steadfastly mindless.
	Good thing, for Allen worked off her panties and there she was—naked!
	For a moment he stole just looking at her—he imagined his Noreen at ten.
	Then, the heinous cad tilted the child back to lean her shoulders against another stack of boxes allowing his super hard cock to rest against her naked pussy.  Her long golden honey hair lay down her chest.  His mind was fraught with multiple decisions—all bad.
	Finally, though, he closed his eyes and pressed his wicked schlong to the girl’s cunny—then in.  A masterful “push” and he was in.  A thrust and he was in further.  Nellie made a gasp; her eyes bulged.  Allen’s fears and consternations fell away replaced by the incredible feelings—all good.
	The cum blast that proceeded sent him to the roof!  The release of his juices was more orgasmic than he could ever imagine.  Ten times better than what he had done to Meagan.  He shuddered and felt his toes curl.  His eyes fluttered and his mind—his mind was out of business.
	He pumped and pumped and then pumped some more.  Pulling out and he humped the child’s cunny until he was way-way sated.  Even then and there were strong desires pressing upon him.
	‘up the ass.’ his mind said.
	But there was no time.  No time!  The deed completed her panties were used to wipe her soiled cunny and his soiled cock that had soiled her cunny.  Then he had to make a decision—leave her or bring her back to the front (or at least to the beginning of the hall.)
	He decided to risk security and bring her out to the hall; leaving her in the store room was just wrong.  It would scare her more than necessary.  He was a cad, a scumbag, but not a douche.  And somehow, Luck was with him.  For one, no one missed the girl and it had been several minutes!  For another Luck, everyone was out mingling in the foyer.  This allowed Allen to slip around to sneak up on his own child, scoop her up and tickle her—spreading her legs innocently exposing her goodie to a fellow Christian man who shot a long lingering (lustful?) look.
	Hmmm

	Oh, yes, there was a brouhaha at the church when young Nellie screamed.
	She was very much aware of being raped.  Allen did feel badly for the girl; she never returned to church and that was sad (he kinda/sorta wanted to do her again!)  Maybe this time—up the ass!  The cad!  An investigation came but there was little to nothing to go on.  It was determined that some scoundrel was using an EMAD.  Detectors were installed and “magic wands” were handed out to the ushers to check peoples as they entered the church.  This went over well.  (not!)
	Meanwhile, Dane Hugeyes—the fellow who had stared a little to longingly at Noreen’s goodie.  It gave Allen a thought—the tall gangly fellow who was raising his daughter, Stephanie, alone, might be a perv.  Might be.  Let’s find out!

	Time went by and at a social gathering (at the church) Allen tested the waters—so to speak.  Whilst clutching Noreen to himself he somewhat cornered fellow church goer Dane.  Noreen, clad in a simple Fall dress, short, colorful fall colors, was her usual wiggly self.  This helped for the next step.  While other members of the church mingled “just out of sight” Allen “accidentally” helped open Noreen’s legs.  It gave Dane a hot shot to the girl’s goodie—and the lack of undies thereon!
	His eyes bulged—so did his cock.
	He trembled and looked onto the naked poon with sincere want.
	The lust was evident and Allen was sure the man who spoke Chinese and was a missionary to China was indeed a perv.
	“Like what you see?” scoffed Allen.
	Dane blushed and quickly averted his eyes.
	Squirmy Noreen wiggled so that she was in need of a spanking.  She slid down her daddy’s body and as she did so—her dress was held up “accidentally” revealing her full nakedness.  This only caused Dane to moan.  Dane was raising his only child, Stephanie, on his own.  She was seven.
	“We can go somewhere—privately.” said Allen with a smile.

	At the end of one of the long buildings housing the gym, kitchen, and assorted rooms for Sunday school teaching the two men in company of Noreen made their way.  This particular “room” had not only heavily tinted windows (as it faced the East and that sun was a bugger on Sunday mornings) but also a partition that was floor-to-ceiling.
	As soon as they were in and Allen rendered his child mindless.
	It was quick and Dane was none the wiser.
	Beyond the partition and Allen lifted off his child’s dress.
	Dane was sweating and gawking.
	Allen lifted his girl up standing her on a table—this gave Dane eye-to-cunt viewing.  Sincere lust there was in the man’s eyes; sincere want, too.  Allen patted his child’s ass, parted her legs a bit then fingered her bald poon.
	“We can play with her.” Allen said, “She wont mind.”
	Dane nearly melted.
	Allen placed Noreen on her back on the table then fingered-fingered-fingered her delicate poon.  Then he hauled out his cock and began blatantly stroking.  He used Noreen’s hand.
	Dane moved his cock out of his slacks and almost moaned as he himself took the girl’s other hand doing likewise.  Dane seemed oblivious to the fact that Noreen was “mindless.”  He said nothing—the wanton lust in his eyes and actions told all anyways.  Like Allen, he desperately wanted to FUCK (a little girl.)
	Done!
	Mandy Truetongue fell victim to the wilds of Allen and Dane.  She was from a church associated with the church the two horndogs attended.  It was located a little ways away whereas the medium income there was in the upper middle class.  Both men had work to do at the church there, and it was on a Saturday, and there were a small army of cheerleaders fixing lunch for seniors and elders of the churches.  There, too, was a small gathering of youngsters assembled for choir singing, puppeteering tryouts, and general socializing.
	Allen and Dane also socialized with the seniors and church elders with Allen mostly scoping out Possibles.  There were many.  So many!  The choices were astounding.  But at length he settled on one.

	Sooooo pretty!  So easily swayed—electronically.  She was just beginning to sprout lumps on her chest.  And that smile!  Very muchly was it presumed she was a virgin—let alone knowing about fingering herself.  Dane was virtually out of his mind—kidnapping!  For sexual purposes!  But, those vices were overshadowed by his increasing unnatural desires.  The ache he had was unmeasurable.
	More sacrilege as the two reprobates brought the hapless Mandy to a little used back store room.  It was musty, dank, and perfect for misbehaving.  Mandy remained absolutely mindless—as did mostly Dane.  He simply couldn’t believe what was happening.  Allen got the girl naked—slowly one article of clothing at a time.  Time was, though precious.
	With the girl naked, hoisted up on a box of books, legs spread, the two horndogs gawked and gawked at her—both with the schlongs out stroking up a storm.  Dane was too mesmerized to do much more than be a wanker so Allen took up the cause—he firstly went down on the girl licking his fill.  But being wary of time (knowing that the missing child would cause some alarm among her peers and parental units) Allen kicked it up by slapping his dick against Mandy’s cunt.
	Dane was all attentive—and more hard than ever had he been ever!
	Allen schlepped his salami into the girl’s slit and gave a mighty thrust busting her intact membrane.  The fuck was on.  More thrustings and more yearnings to do other girls—also his own.  He pumped vigorously for some minutes before unleashing a hellacious torrent of cum.  He was instantly drained—but the yearning was still there—still there to do her up the butt!
	Dane took his turn to be sure and did so with much gusto!  There was dire determination in the man’s pumping.  He cared not for the girl’s welfare; she put on a face, grimaced, and showed too many signs of “awareness.”  That was bad.
	And it only got worse as the little girl began to wail.
	Her “awareness” was fully aware.
	And Dane didn’t care.  He pumped vigorously more and more seemingly enticed by the girl’s antics.  A dire determination there was with Dane to “get his nut.”  And fearing that the girl’s cries would be heard he placed his hand over her mouth.  Didn’t help.  So he stuffed her panties in her mouth and continued on fucking until the end.
	His end—and hers.
	Oh!

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