What's Sauce For the Goose...Chapter 1

By JimBob
Copyright 2010

MMMgg,ped, oral,non-cons,rape

The old saying, what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the
gander, holds true in this tale of two Texas girls who get
revenge on their rapist.  Some Mexicans learn the hard way, you
don't mess with Texas...  Girls, that is.



  “Hey!  You said I could drive back to the house.” Annie stood
with hands on hips as Amanda climbed into the drivers seat of the
old Jeep.

  “I'm going to back it out for you.”

  “Aw, I can back it out.  Let me do it!”

  “Oh Alright.  You know you haven't practiced backing up yet.”

  “I can do it.”

  Fifteen year old Amanda crawled out and went around to the
passenger side, while ten year old Annie crawled into the
driver's seat.  Then Annie reached in back for her pillow.  Her
legs had grown long last year, but her torso was slow to follow,
so she needed extra height.

  The girls lived on the Double Cross ranch in Texas, one of the
largest in those parts.  Their mother was gone, so they had to
take care of themselves with some help from the cook and
housekeeper.  The Jeep was their transportation the ten miles
from home to the school bus stop on the main highway.  Amanda had
been driving it since she was ten, and Annie was determined that
she was going to have her turns since she turned ten.

  Annie pushed the starter button.  The Jeep lurched forward.
“Oops!  I forgot the clutch.”  Annie said cheerfully.  “Since I
drove Uncle Bob's new convertible I forget how to do his old
shift thing.”

  Annie's words gave Amanda a cold chill and an instant
flashback. She remembered Uncle Bob and his new convertible when
she turned ten.  Shiny red, with a black top.  On this day, Uncle
Bob took her into town.  Bought her an ice cream sundae and a new
cowgirl hat.  Let her drive his car when they got to the ranch
road.  But they didn't go right to the house this time.
  “Turn up this little road up ahead, you will get another five
miles of practice.”  He patted her bare thigh below her shorts.
Amanda was used o Uncle Bob's pats and hugs and touches on bare
skin.  And some touches on not so bare skin.  It happened a lot
the last couple of years.  Eight, nine and ten year old Amanda
figured it was the price she had to pay to learn what Uncle Bob
had to teach her.  But he expected more all the time.

  “Oh good,” Amanda said.  She pretended not to notice that the
hand patting her leg now rested on her upper thigh, fingers on
her inner thigh.  It was one of the prices she had to pay for
driving the fancy car.  The other was the kiss.  But she wasn't
going to think about the “thank you” kiss.  That would come at
the end of the ride.

  The first few thank you kisses had been just that, kisses.
Little eight and nine year old Amanda had sat on Uncle Bob's lap
and got to steer the shiny new cars, while Uncle Bob's hands
wandered over her body.  If she was wearing one of her short
skirts, Uncle Bob always made sure she was not sitting on the
skirt, so that his hands had free rein to roam her bare thighs.

  Then one day when he was waiting at the school bus stop, Uncle
Bob let her drive his convertible sitting on a cushion.  She
drove slowly, and as the miles crawled by, Amanda felt Uncle
Bob's hand creep up her legs, and touch her panties!  Just a
light touch between her legs, but it made Amanda feel
uncomfortable and dirty.  When she pulled into the pull out just
short of the driveway to the ranch house, Uncle Bob leaned over
for his thank you kiss.  This one was different, open mouthed,
Uncle Bob's tongue probing her mouth, chasing her tongue, while
his fingers on her panties moved around, touching and rubbing her
private part.  He went right to her tickle bump that she
pleasured herself with in bed.  Amanda almost swooned with the
feeling his educated finger brought on in that short touch.

  Amanda could hardly get her breath after that kiss and touch.
She usually said, “Thank you Uncle Bob,” but today she did not
have the breath.

  “Don't tell anyone you got to drive my car, Amanda.” was Uncle
Bob's usual caution.

  Amanda was barely able to say, “I won't Uncle Bob.”  She
quickly got out of the driver's seat and walked to the passenger
side, while Uncle Bob slid over and then drove them up to the
house..

  Amanda went directly to her room, and lifted her skirt in front
of her mirror to study her panties. She was sure there would be
dirty finger prints on them. She felt her crotch.  It was damp.
Oh no!  She had just recently started letting out that slippery
juice. Uncle Bob will think she wet her pants like a baby! She
quickly stripped them off and got new ones, then pulled on her
work jeans.  She couldn't mope around about Uncle Bob, She had
chores to do.

  So the days and weeks passed and Amanda turned ten and entered
puberty.

  (Hey, I did a flash back in a flash back.  Back  to the
original flash back.  Confused yet?)

  Amanda drove the car up the winding ranch road with quite an
expert hand, now that she was ten.  She was now tall for her age,
and beginning to develop.  Her breasts were starting to protrude
from her chest, and she was wearing her training bra.  Her hips
were starting to develop a flare.  She had discussed her
developing body with Consuela, the cook and she knew that soon
her periods would start. She hoped they would not interfere with
her riding and roping practice.

  Uncle Bob admired the pert, lively little girl beside him.  He
had been grooming her for the last couple of years, and now, all
the attention, the gifts, the pets, the hugs, the kisses, the
touches, were going to come to fruition.  He was more than ready.
 But was Amanda ready?  This visit would tell.

  Amanda had never driven up this road, but she had ridden up
here.  There was a sweeping view of the river valley from the
turn around, just a few hundred feet off now.

  “Let's park for a couple of minutes,” Uncle Bob said. “I
haven't been up here to enjoy the view for a couple of years.”

  Amanda stopped the car so they could take in the view.  Uncle
Bob made sure she put the gear lever in park, and set the brake,
and then he turned off the ignition.  Uncle Bob got out and
walked around to the front of the car and leaned against it and
looked at the view.  Amanda got out too and walked up beside him,
but not within his reach.

  After a few moments of quiet, Uncle Bob said, “I always thought
it would be nice to have a house here, but there is no water.”

  “Um.”  Was all Amanda could think to say.  She would rather
live by the river, as they did.

  “Come here dear, I want to show you something about this car.”

  Oh oh, Amanda thought.  She followed him to the passenger door,
and waited as he opened it.  “Sit here Hon.”

  Amanda eyed him with suspicion.  “Um, can't I just watch from
here?”

  “Don't be afraid, there is no trick.  I'll tell you what.  You
get in the driver's seat and I will sit here and show you.”  He
climbed into the passenger seat.

  Mollified, Amanda went around got into the driver's seat. 
There was no console between the seats, but of course the backs
were split, so passengers could get into the rear. Uncle Bob
reached down and pushed two buttons on the bottom of the seat
between them.

  Amanda felt her self leaning back as the seat reclined.  So was
Uncle Bob.  They ended up lying almost flat on a bed like
platform.

  Uncle Bob rolled to her and leaned over her, pinning her down.
  “You are sure growing up fast, sweetheart.”

  Amandidn't say anything.  Maybe Uncle Bob was going to take his
thank you kiss now instead of when they stopped and changed seats
just before they reached the driveway.  Her heart started to
race.  She felt weak.

  Yes, Uncle Bob pulled her body close to him and she turned her
face to him.  Their lips touched and Bob Frenched the girl.  She
let her tongue touch his, as he had taught her.

  “Whew!  Amanda tried to get a big gulp of air, but Uncle Bob
was kissing her again.  This wasn't the way...

  Uncle Bob unbuttoned the top buttons on her shirt, and put a
hand on her training bra, then slipped a hand under it.  It kind
of hurt her sensitive nipple. Uncle Bob lifted the bra up and out
of the way.  He roughly fondled both little breasts.

  “Ouch!  Uncle Bob!  Please, that hurts!  Don't!” Amanda broke
the kiss and protested.  Her hands came up to try to cover her
breasts.

  Bob was ready for her hands.  He grabbed both small hands in
his big one, and jerked them up to where his other hand could
capture the wrists and hold them above her head.  Then his free
hand returned to her body, but not to the breasts.  He unfastened
he shorts, and then slipped his hand into the waist and down to
her panty covered mound.

  “Oh!  Stop it Uncle Bob!  I'll tell! Stop! Mmmph. Uncle Bob
sealed her mouth with his lips as his free hand searched for the
waist band of her panties, and plunged inside.

  As Uncle Bob explored her mouth with his tongue, cutting off
her cries, his fingers explored her mound, her puffy lips, her
slit, and then she managed to close her legs tightly together.

  Bob gave a grunt of irritation, and then the girl felt herself
being pulled over into the middle of the seat.  She could not
move.  She started to cry in fear and frustration at being so
helpless.  Uncle Bob was roughly stripping shorts and panties
down her legs. They were down by her knees,  She silently fought
the battle, but it was already lost.  The cowgirl boot was
slipped off one foot.  Shorts and panties followed. Uncle Bob's
legs were in between her knees.  Her legs were forced open.

  “Please!”  She cried.  “Uncle Bob!  Please! You're hurting me!”

  “Then stop fighting.  This won't hurt.”  His hand found her
mound, and his finger began to caress her clit.

  Amanda stopped fighting against the hand holding her wrist. 
She hoped that all he would do was finger her, she could stand
that. She let her body slump down and relax.

  “That's better Honey.  You just relax and let Uncle Bob take
care of you.”  He released her wrists. Bob bent his head to her
face and gave her another deep kiss, then opened her shirt with
his free hand, and bent his lips to her breasts, with more tender
attention than his hands.

  Amanda was beginning to feel a warm glow in her belly.  Bob was
very talented in manipulating girls clits to bring them to a
climax.  She rubbed her wrists, and closed her eyes.  She began
to respond to his dancing fingers.  A warm glow was suffusing her
whole body.  She spread herself as open as she could, as wave
after wave of fire swept over her.  She had a crashing orgasm as
Bob kissed her lips and muffled her little cries.  She stiffened
her whole body, then, her passion spent, her body relaxed.  She
could not move. It was by far her best orgasm yet.

  Bob lifted his upper body and studied the supine girl under
him.  He opened his pants, and pushed pants and under wear down
while the girl was still out of it.  He supported himself on one
arm, and with his free hand, he guided the head of his large cock
into her slit.  He rubbed it up and down to coat it with her
juices. He lined it up.  He thrust it home.

  Amanda's eyes flew open.  She screamed.  No one was there to
hear or help her.  She pushed against Uncle Bob's chest to no
avail.  He was too big and strong.  He easily captured her hands
again and held them by her shoulders with his big ones, with his
fingers intertwined with hers.  The tearing pain she had felt in
her secret place was abating now, but she felt pierced by
something, and a warm hard presence where nothing had ever been
before.  A picture of a stallion mounting a mare and her piercing
whinny at the moment of coupling came to her mind.  Uncle Bob had
mounted her!

  The exquisite feeling of his cock buried in Amanda's cunt
caused Bob to pause for a full minute. Little movements of her
tight sheath adjusting itself to the invader gave him little
shocks and thrills of pleasure.  But as she accommodated him and
things settled down, he sought more stimulation.  He pulled out
three inched.  The corona of his big cock head rubbed on the soft
folds and wrinkles inside her vagina. Bob felt an immediate
thrill, as did Amanda. The thrill was not new to Bob, as it was
to Amanda, but coupled with her thrill was the pain of torn hymen
being disturbed.

  “Ow!  Please Uncle Bob.  Please!  It hurts!”

  In answer, as dictated by his search for fulfillment of his
carnal urge, Bob thrust into her again until his pubic bone
mashed her clitoris.

  “Unh!  Ow!  Oh Uncle Bob!  What are you doing? Let me UP!  The
last came out as a shriek, as Bob repeated his first stroke.

  Man!  This little girl was tight, almost as tight as the
Mexican cook's little nine year old Maria he had first had last
fall.  He ignored the girl's grunts and cries of pain.  She would
come around.  Maria was a regular now.  He would bring this one
around too. He started a faster rhythm, pumping his cock in and
out to get the most friction to increase his enjoyment.

  Amanda resigned herself to the fact there was nothing she could
do.  His thighs prevented her from closing her legs.  The weight
of his body and his pumping hips held her and forced her down.
His hands and arms held her hands and upper body still.  Begging
and pleading did not help.  No one could hear her. No one was
going to save her.  She tried to adjust herself so she could wait
it out, her teeth biting lower lip to keep silent, tears flowing
from her eyes.

  Nothing Amanda did affected Bob.  He was intent on only one
thing, he had invested a lot of his time in this little girl, and
not it was payback time. After he was done, he would give her his
polished and persuasive arguments as to why she needed to keep
quiet about this day.  It had worked so far.  He adjusted himself
so he could penetrate her more deeply, ignoring her grunts of
pain.

  Amanda had become used to her Uncle Bob's stroking, and had
even begun to feel a small thrill creeping into her loins, gasped
and grunted as the head of his penis began to bang into her
cervix on each deep plunge.  The sharp pain took away all her
pleasure and caused her to struggle until she accepted the
helplessness of her position.  She did not even realize the
keening wail she was emitting until Uncle Bob cuffed her and told
her to shut up.

  The increased length of his thrusts, and the knowledge that he
was bottoming out in the girl caused Bob to go into his orgasm
long before he wanted to.  He had no care for the girl's pain, he
just enjoyed the sensation.  He spurted his cum up through the
small opening he was forcing, and sprayed semen into her womb.
The discharge overflowed the small vagina, and he carried some of
the bloody discharge from her torn hymen out as he pulled his
cock out.

  Amanda felt Uncle Bob's hot semen spurt into her and she
struggled again to push him out of her.  She was sure from her
sex ed. classes that he was giving her a baby.  But, not only
were there no viable eggs up there yet, her Uncle was sterile.
The semen and blood flowing out could stain the upholstery.

  “Damn!”  Bob muttered.  He had forgotten his cum towel.  He
quickly crawled backward, and reached under the front seat for
the rag.  He just managed to catch all but a couple drops of the
flow,  He reached in the glove box and hauled out a small bottle
of cleaner, and sprayed the small stain, as he roughly pushed the
sobbing girl out of the way.  “Shut up and get dressed,” he
ordered her.

  The little girl pulled her panties and pants back on over her
one foot.  As her legs were spread out doing this, her Uncle
wiped her crotch once again.  Then when she pulled her panties
up, he had pulled out a wad of tissues to stuff into the crotch.


  “Throw those in the toilet when you get home.”  He ordered.

  Amanda nodded.  She pulled her shorts up, fastened her shirt,
and then her shorts.  Then she found her boot on the floor and
pulled it on.

  “Watch out.”  Bob pushed the seat button as Amanda stayed to
the front of the passenger seat.  “You going to drive home?”

  Amanda shook her head no.  She was never going to drive this
car again, and once she got home, she was never going to ride in
this car again, she had decided.

  Uncle Bob told her it was her fault for wearing those shorts,
and leading him on all the times she sat in his lap.  He went
from accusations, to pleas, to threats on the trip home.

  “I'm not gonna tell.”  Amanda finally said in a quiet voice.
And she didn't tell anyone.  She could not keep her promise to
never get into his car again, because he was sent to pick her up
at the school bus stop a few times, until she talked her Daddy
into getting the Jeep.  But the first time he reached for her she
warned him that either he kept his hands off her or she was going
to her Daddy. So she gradually forgot about it, and forgot to
protect her little sister from Uncle Bob.  She felt like kicking
herself

  And that brings us back to the present.

  Amanda decided not to bring Uncle Bob up until they got home
and in their room.  Time enough to have a talk with Annie.

  “Put the clutch in and put it in neutral.”

  “I know, I know.  I forgot.”

  “When you drive you have to pay attention.”

  “Yes, I know.  Give me a break.”  Annie got the Jeep started
and let it warm up.  Then she got the gearshift into reverse and
backed into the road with only a couple of jerks.  She braked
without using the clutch, and killed the engine.  “Darn!”

  Amanda did not say anything, only rolled her eyes and gave a
sigh of resignation.

  Annie got the Jeep rolling forward, and went through the gears
with a minimal amount of grinding and jerks.  She drove in silent
concentration, and Amanda had her mind on her sister and Uncle
Bob.  Why hadn't she cautioned Annie to be careful of him?

  Back at the ranch, two Mexicans had been fired by the foreman
for being drunk and unable to take and carry out orders.  They
had piled their belongings into their old pickup, and were coming
down the road toward the main highway.

  “Pedro, you got any whiskey?”  (This is all in Spanish, but
don't worry, I will translate for you.)

  “No  I finished it yesterday.”

  “You sure?  Look under the seat.”

  Pedro looked.  He was bent so far over that when Jose braked
for a curve, he tumbled off the front of the seat in a ball and
landed on his head.  But when he picked himself up, he had a
fifth of tequila clutched in his fist.

  “Hurry, man!  Open that mother up!”

  The bottle was soon being passed back and forth.  Jose happened
to be taking his big swig while Pedro watched closely to see he
did not exceed his share, when the truck came to almost a ninety
degree turn.  They ran off the road, and bounced over the shallow
ditch and out into a sandy flat.

  “Hot Dam!  Said Jose, as the bottle flew from his hand as he
clutched the wheel.  He managed a one eighty turn as the truck
lost momentum in the soft sand.  It came to a stop, despite Jose
stepping on the gas, and the wheels starting to smoke.  “Shit!”

  Pedro was down on the floor again trying to retrieve the
gurgling bottle as it rolled around Jose's feet.  He got hold of
it as Jose shut off the ignition and got out of the truck.  The
back tires were almost in to the axle.  The tires were old and
smooth, so there was no traction.

  Too late, Jose remembered the bottle.  Pedro had emptied it,
and tossed it out of the truck.  “Cabrone!  You drank my share,
man!”

  Pedro gave him the finger.  “You ran us off the road, you
asshole!  Now what do we do?”  He got out of the truck.

  Jose held up a hand.  “Listen!”

  It was the faint sound of the approaching Jeep.  Both men ran
for the road, Pedro in the lead. He ran out into the road in
front of the approaching Jeep.  Jose hung back and hunkered down
behind a mesquite bush.

  In the Jeep, Annie said, “what the...”

  “He ran his truck off the road.”  Amanda pointed.

  “I better stop,” Annie said as the Jeep slowed.

  “NO!”  Amanda shouted, as she spotted a figure behind the bush.
“Speed up!”

  She leaned over and pressed the horn button for the guy in the
road to get out of their way.

  With all the excitement, Annie stepped on the gas.  But she
forgot to downshift first.  The Jeep bucked.

  “CLUTCH!”  Amanda shouted.  She had a hand on the gearshift
ready to shift down into second.

  Annie depressed the clutch.

  Amanda slammed the gearshift into second gear.  “NOW, the gas!”
She shouted.

  Annie, totally flustered, let the clutch out.  With a jerk and
without hitting the gas. The Jeep bucked to a stop and stalled.

  Amanda was trying to hit the starter when the men grabbed them.
She pulled the key out and stuck it in her pocket just before
Jose drug her out of the open Jeep door.  Pedro had Annie's
fighting kicking body in his arms on the other side. Amanda
recognized the men as being hands at their Father's ranch, but
she didn't know their names.

  “You'd better let us go,” she said.  “My Dad will have you
thrown in jail so fast...

  On the other side of the Jeep, Annie was on the ground,
struggling with Pedro.  “Cabron!  Let me go!”  She was no match
for the man's size, and she was almost smothered as he lay on her
chest, and held her hands while he kissed at her mouth with his
nasty, liquor breath.  She kept turning and twisting her head.

  Pedro thought he had a little wildcat on his hands.  His shins
ached from her kicks.  He used his weight to hold her down, while
he pawed up under her skirt with his free hand.

  Because of the liquor, Jose was having trouble getting it up.
He decided a little girl blow job was in order.  He unzipped, and
pulled his flaccid penis out.  Then he cuffed the girl two sharp
raps on the side of her head, driving her to her knees, and
causing her to almost loose consciousness.  Jose took advantage
of her dizziness to thrust his semi limp penis between her lips.
The heat and the vision of his shaft between her lips, caused it
to start towards full erection,  The foreskin peeled back,
exposing a head that had not been washed for a week.  The smegma
reeked.  It tasted bad too, and Amanda tried to spit his cock
out.  She couldn't, because he was holding her face into his
groin with both hands on her head.

  Amanda bit down on it.  Hard.

  Jose screamed, and cuffed Amanda again.  The blow had the
effect of almost tearing his penis off, as the girl's head
snapped to one side.  Amanda stayed conscious and bit harder.
Jose tried to push her head off of him, and as his penis
stretched, he screamed in pain as his precious organ's skin
ripped and blood spurted.

  Suddenly, Amanda let him go with a push.  Jose stumbled
backward, and sat down, clutching his bloody tool with both
hands.  Amanda took two short steps and brought the pointed toe
of her cowgirl boot right into his crotch, just below his hands.
It was a well placed kick to the balls, and it ruined Jose's day
completely.  He screamed again and doubled up on the ground in a
fetal position.

  Annie was loosing her battle.  Pedro was a big man, and he was
now sitting on Annie's upper chest, with her arms trapped. He was
facing down toward her feet, which is almost where he had her
panties down to.  Annie was yelling and cursing at him in
Spanish, but that was about all she could do.

  As Amanda rounded the rear of the Jeep, Pedro looked up and
then started to rise off of Annie.  Amanda's boot toe caught him
right on the point of his chin, as he started to yell at her. He
bit the tip of his tongue off as he went down for the count.

  Amanda drug him far enough off Annie so she could get up, and
hen ran to the Jeep and used the keys in her pocket to open a
locked box welded between the seats.  She threw Annie a length of
rope, and took another to tie up Jose.  Both girls were expert
calf ropers, and in a very short time both men were helpless,
with hands and feet bound together.

  Annie pulled up her panties for the second time, and they slid
right back down again.  Annie examined them.  “The asshole broke
my elastic,” she muttered.  She attempted to tie a knot in them,
then shrugged and slipped them off over her boots and threw them
in the Jeep.  “What we gonna do with these Bozos?”

  “Leave them laying right here,” Amanda said.  “Maybe the
Coyotes will eat them, or at least part of them.”  She was
looking at Jose's poor mangled, bloody prick sticking out of his
pants. Blood was still oozing, and there was no sign of his
erection anymore.  Amanda spat, and got a canteen out of he Jeep
and rinsed her mouth out good.  “Let's go.”  She handed the Jeep
keys to Annie, and climbed into the passenger seat.

  Annie did an excellent driving job, on the rest of the way
home.  When they got there, they told their story, and the
sheriff was called to pick up the Mexicans.  Due to their Daddy's
clout in the county, The Mexicans ended up in cells with large
black men who showed them what it felt like to have both their
holes raped with large cocks.

Part two will be along soon.  Watch for it.

My stories are all Fantasy.  All characters, places and events
are figments of my imagination.  Do not try this at home or
anywhere else, especially not in Texas.






